The Revenge of the Comedian

Rachel's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and disgust as she looked down at the massive pile of feces beside the young girl. The girl, still under Rachel's mesmerizing spell, lay there, her mouth open wide, awaiting her next instruction. Rachel hesitated for a moment, her stomach churning at the thought of what she was about to do. But her desire for revenge and humiliation took over, and she began to carefully pick up a log from the pile. The young girl's eyes remained glassy and unfocused as Rachel approached her, the log held gingerly between her fingers. Rachel's face twisted in a grimace as she brought the log closer to the girl's mouth. The girl's tongue darted out, and she began to eat the log, her jaws moving slowly and mechanically. Rachel watched in a mix of horror and fascination as the girl chomped down on the log, her eyes still glazed over. The sound of the girl's teeth grinding against the hardened feces made Rachel's stomach turn, but she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was her revenge, and the girl was taking it willingly, or rather, un willingly. As the girl continued to eat, Rachel picked up another log, and another, each one being carefully placed in the girl's mouth. The girl ate each one slowly and methodically, her face smeared with feces and her eyes still fixed on some distant point. The alleyway around them was quiet, the only sound being the girl's slow, mechanical eating and the distant hum of traffic from the nearby streets. Rachel's eyes darted around, checking to make sure they were still alone, before returning to the girl. The girl's mouth was a mess, her lips and chin smeared with feces, and Rachel could see the beginnings of a log-induced gag reflex starting to take hold. But the girl continued to eat, her body seemingly under Rachel's complete control. As the girl finished the last log, Rachel felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Her plan had worked, and the girl had been humiliated and degraded in the most extreme way possible. But as she looked down at the girl, she saw something that made her heart skip a beat - a look of almost pleasure on the girl's face, as if she had actually enjoyed the experience. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. What did it mean, and what would happen next?