As the sun began to rise, a cruel smile spread across the old slave's lips. Today was indeed a special day. It was the day when the scat and piss cats would arrive at his hotel, ready to wreak havoc on his miserable existence. He had been their plaything for years, ever since they had discovered his unquenchable thirst for disgusting acts. Now, he was their willing servant, eager to please them in any way possible.
The cats arrived promptly at noon, their sharp claws clicking on the polished floors of the hotel. They strutted into the room, seeing the old slave kneeling on the ground with his hands clasped together in front of him. Their piercing eyes held a mix of amusement and cruelty as they surveyed their pathetic plaything.
"Hello, old slave," purred the biggest of the cats, her tail swishing back and forth. "It is time for your special treat."
Without another word, the cats took their seats on the plush sofas surrounding the room. The old slave knew better than to try and pet them or touch them in any way. They were dangerous, unpredictable creatures who reveled in his pain and humiliation.
The cats watched with twisted anticipation as the old slave scurried over to a small table in the corner of the room. There, he retrieved a glass and filled it with ice-cold water from a pitcher. He then held it out for the cats, who each took turns peeing into it. One by one, they emptied their bladders into the glass and chuckled wickedly as they handed it back to the old slave.
"Thank you, Master Cats," he whispered, his voice quavering with fear and excitement. He lifted the glass to his lips and gagged as the sharp, ammonia-laced piss burned down his throat. He coughed and sputtered, tears streaming down his face, as the cats eagerly watched him suffer.
Suddenly, the biggest cat stood up and stretched, arching her back so that her tail flicked over top of the old slave's head. "It is time," she hissed. "Bend over and spread your cheeks. I am hungry for your filthy, disgusting holes."
Without hesitation, the old slave obeyed. He lowered himself onto all fours, his body trembling with anticipation. The cats circled him, their gazes fixed on his ass and mouth. The biggest cat licked her lips, her sharp tongue swiping across the air as she lunged forward.
She plunged her paws into the old slave's ass, spreading his cheeks apart as she growled in approval. The other cats joined in, their claws digging deep into his flesh as they celebrated their victory. The old slave sobbed and moaned, his body twitching with each sharp jab of their claws.
Finally, the biggest cat lowered herself onto his face, her pussy leaking feces as it pressed against his lips. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of power as she allowed herself to descend onto her slave's waiting mouth. The other cats followed suit, their asses filling the room with the stench of their shit as they took turns humiliating their pathetic plaything.
For hours, the old slave remained in this position, his face and asshole covered in a thick layer of feces and cum. The cats finally tired of their game and left his squalid room, leaving him alone to clean up the mess they had created. But even as he sobbed and scrubbed at his skin, he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of satisfaction. For he was theirs, and they would always come back for more.
