When I woke up, my shoulders warmed by the rays of the morning sun, not only my body was a vessel of hunger, but my di*ks a griping dolor.
Something needed to come out.
Of course, Dibìé had to wake up as well. "Morning babe. What time is it?"
" …9:17, My Overlady. It's a bit earlier than yesterday, so can—"
"Nope, the day's great, but I gotta eat, and my di*ks hurt … oh yeah, I gotta pee! Let's do it!"
I drew myself up, grabbed my six co*ks, and peed on the tiled floor. "Ooorgh … feels so goood … fuck yeaaah…" I moaned, while suddenly I heard footsteps behind us.
"What the hell happened here? Who the fu*k are you?" A male voice demanded.
My piss took its time to evacuate… "Mmmm … the owner of this motherfu*king waste…" I answered, gazing at the broken elevator with a smile across my face.
"What? Woman, what are you doing here?"
"Can't you see? I killed everyone here…" I replied, still unloading.
" … Everyone's … dead? I can't believe it!" The voice said.
Finally, done! I whirled on my audience, spotting two wìndà and an n-gòmè, evidenced by his sallow skin and folded eyes.
Apparently, my di*ks startled these fellows, their frame becoming a shade fallow. "Well? Can't you see the corpses lying behind? There's more upstairs, but no worries. Mùkédi's gone, along with its leader and its reign over this land. Spread the word around, and get out of my sight!"
"A mu-mu…" said the n-gòmè, so frightened by my co*ks he couldn't finish a sentence.
"Malòbà! Another one of them!" said the wìndà who spoke earlier.
My glare boring into their minds, they understood who I was before their submissive eyes.
"W-we got to go…" said the other wìndà as he pulled his friend along with him.
They quickly shivered away, as Dibìé snickered. "People will target you when they know who you truly are…" he said.
I huffed. "You'll like it, won't you?"
"Everything that can cause your downfall is a blessing to me…" he said with a light squint in his eyes.
I smiled. "Doesn't matter if we get stronger, in the meantime, right? Besides, will twenty thousand plus inhabitants heed the words of these three bùtùcù?"
Dibìé chuckled. "They'd better be, for all of our sakes…"
I licked the tip of my lower teeth. "The more you wish me ill, the closer you'll be to me…" I said with a saucy glint in my eyes.
He sighed, as he came to his feet. "I got to pee too. I hope their latrines aren't bad," he said, shifting to the stairs.
"Babe, where are you going?"
He surveyed the place, perplexed. "I just said it, My Overlady, to the toilet! And how can I flee? I won't throw myself—"
"That much I know, but you're not going anywhere. Pee right here, in front of Your Overlady."
Dibìé was shocked, his cheeks purpling with embarrassment as he blinked at the floor.
He's so cute! "My Overlady! How can you ask such a thing? For men, this is our intimacy! You—"
Creeping his way, I twirled my middle finger in his tw*t. He moaned a little." M-My-Overlady, p-please—"
"No. Pee. Now. Or I'll fill that pert ass of yours. Maybe that'll help you leak out properly like I did…"
My love was scared. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Gosh, do I love to torture him that way!
"No-no-no! I-I'll do it! I'll do it!" He said, trying to remove my finger from his pussy.
"Mmm!" I pouted a bit, then withdrew my finger, my lips puckered as I looked away.
"Aren't you going to move away, My Overlady, so you don't receive—"
With a sonorous breath, my gaze traced the outlines of his face. He obliged me, starting to pee.
A golden bridge descended from his pussy, which somewhat impressed me.
After all, it was the first time I saw a guy leak in front of me…
"Oh, Nyambè! I gotta defecate too! My Over—"
My smiling gaze gave the answer.
"Oh, no…" he said, his lineaments filled with woeful lament.
Crouching, he shat on the floor. It was very liquid, since he hadn't eaten yesterday.
But strangely enough, I peed, but not shitted afterwards.
Guess I needed these di*ks after all…
*
He finished minutes later. "My Overlady, how am I going to clean my butt after this? I need toilet paper for that!" he said.
I sighed. "I'll allow temporary use of toilet papers, but only when we're in cities! If not, we'll shit in the river, and clean ourselves with it, understood?"
"… Of course, My Overlady…" he replied ruefully.
"Put on my wrapper then we'll return to the last floor. You'll probably find what you need up there."
Minutes later, we reached the former boss's apartment. Clothes littered the place, from the crimson open kitchenette to the lounge itself.
Topping a low black table surrounded by white divans, the slow droning of air pushed a tinge of cinders from an ashtray, catching me unaware.
Filthy smokers…
A sunbeam festooned this dead apartment, giving its absent occupants their final raiment.
Hooking left, we reached a gray corridor with two opposing doors.
One contained the restroom, and the other, the bedroom.
Dibìé chose the toilet while I ventured into Élèji's private quarters.
A small room for a small man, the setting was rudimentary, a steel bed rimming the room abreast a small balcony.
Soundless, the venue had an orange desk where lay a blue earpiece and a reinforced blue safe. The calmness of this place provided a warm embrace for someone who never granted the light of grace.
Crass, the scent of a plate crowded with miondo, a manioc-made paste, had me turn away from this repast.
I typed the safe code, which unlocked the steel door. Another earpiece, yellow this time, crouched inside an otherwise empty chest.
"Have you found the book, My Overlady?"
I met his expectant eyes. "You really wanna find the damn book, huh?"
"Well, I need it to gain my freedom, so, yeah, since you never gave me an opportunity to harvest one of these dead gang members, I am concerned about its location."
I grinned. "You'll feed in the T.M, so don't worry about that. But the data's in this earpiece, so let's check it out…" I replied, turning on the device.
A buttery light flashed before our eyes, framing a text hued in daytide.
The title of the book was: Principles of Wùsù, Book 2. Left at page 7, it showcased the elemental wùsù's inner workings.
"Unfortunately, he doesn't have Book 1, but we're geniuses, so we'll make do with what we've got!"
Dibìé scoffed. "Talk for you! All of us aren't mùkèlako like you!"
I snickered, outing my tongue before him. "And that's why you'll never be free, hee-hee-hee!" I said.
With my advanced reading abilities, I tore the book apart as he moved away from me, his grating teeth making his frustration apparent…
*
Two hours went by, when the book's contents simmered in my mind.
I'll conduct practical tests after we wash ourselves, then we'll go back to town to eat. "Honey, take the earpiece. We'll clean ourselves thereafter," I said.
I wish I could use it to browse the dark net with a flick of my fingers—and take these lowlife's money—but holding on to this earpiece despite my tracking concerns was enough for me.
The device disappearing under the dark curtains over his left ear, we left the premises…
*
As we ambled through the city, the small folk staring at the sere blood glinting over my body drew a satisfied smile upon my face.
These goons did my bidding, but none dared to move.
It did, however, bother Dibìé who avoided their curious gaze. "Why are you scared? Wouldn't you wish they attack me so you can flee?" I asked with a hearty smile.
" … Not from this part of the city, though. In this 'exceptional' case, I'd rather stand by your side…"
I laughed. "Now my presence is convenient, huh? Maybe I should put you in harm's way more often to keep you in line, huh, what do you think?" I said with a grinning frown.
Mortified, he froze with a boggling expression on the blue pith of his brown eyes.
"Don't worry, baby, they ain't gonna do a thing…" I said, curling my left arm around his lithe frame.
"I-I sure hope that, My Overlady…" he said, looking to and fro around him.
I sniggered as we headed out of the city…
*
I was pleased to see my beloved creek once again, waiting for its favorite customer to wash away her worries, fatigue, and stains. "Undress me, honey…"
Dibìé complied, and seconds later, we bathed in the stream.
Ah, the feeling of the river flowing along my body, cleansing me of this unsightly blood staining that wonderful body of mine … how could I tire of that?
*
I was relishing this bath when my stomach pained my body.
Something wanted out.
I knew it.
At last, it's dump time, and in the perfect spot no less!
Great!
From my victim's memories, I knew crouching would facilitate it, but since it would mainly be liquid, I didn't wanna do that.
Contracting my anus's muscles pushed the scat away.
Bubbles begirt my butt as brown liquid shit flowed out of me.
Hell yeeeess … It had to come out!
Two minutes later, the deed done, I put my hands on my bum, then a better idea struck me. "Dibìé, come clean my a*s, baby!"
"M-My Overlady?" he replied, flabbergasted.
"I'm waitiiing…"
Sighing, he came to me and put his fingers in my a*shole.
His fingers sent electrifying pulses from my a*s through my stomach, warming my body.
"Oooh-o-oh … that's great, Deedee, yeah … continue until I say otherwise…" I said as I closed my eyes.
"...Ookay..." he reluctantly replied.
My mouth gasped, thinking about the breeze coursing from my hair through my face…
*
"Mmm … great, baby, you can stop now…" I said to my servant a couple minutes later. Gosh, it was good to feel that for a change!
Feeling refreshed, I left the river. "By the way, D, wash my wrapper as well."
"But My Overlady, I have no soap nor brush to do it efficiently!"
"Doesn't matter. Do what you can, and if the stains are still too visible, I'll buy another one…"
"Understood…" he said, leaving the river to grab my single piece of clothing, the drops ebbing away from a silhouette drenched by the morning rays.
Stretching the mild numbness away from my limbs, I wanted to practice the ngùdis I received…