Nataly stepped forward, her mouth watering at the thought of taking a huge shit on the slave's face. She couldn't wait to feel his warm breath against her slimy asshole and see the fear in his eyes as she unloaded her feces onto him. Reaching between his spread legs, she aimed her asshole at his face and lowered herself down onto it, moaning as she felt him struggle beneath her.
Her ass oozed heat and moisture onto his face as she sank down further, her pussy rubbing against his nose. She paused for a moment to savor the moment before pushing off with her legs, forcing her monstrous turd out of her asshole and onto his face. The stench of her feces mixed with her pussy juices filled the air as she grunted and groaned, relishing the sensation of her shit hitting his face.
Nataly pulled her ass up and off of his face with a pop, leaving her hot, steaming turd on his cheek. She smiled cruelly, watching as Katya stepped forward to take her place. Katya wasted no time in pushing her ass back down onto the slave's face, her fingers digging into his hair for leverage. She moaned as she felt her own poo squishing between them.
With a forceful thrust, she pushed her turd out of her asshole and onto the slave's face, the stench of excrement and sex filling the air. The women took turns, each one pushing their own disgusting loads of shit onto the slave's face with a sadistic grin. They didn't even bother looking at him, instead focusing on each other and their own pleasures.
After what felt like hours, but was in fact only a few minutes, Nataly spoke up. "Enough," she said, her voice cold and indifferent. The other girls looked over at her, some seeming disappointed that it was over so soon while others looked relieved. They stepped back, watching as the slave coughed and struggled to breathe through the thick layer of shit covering his face.
One by one, they filed off the patio, ignoring the slave's whimpers and pleas for mercy. He was just another worthless piece of meat to them, nothing more than a convenient toy to use and abuse when they felt like it. As the sun started to set, casting long shadows across the patio, the women filed into their homes, leaving the defeated slave alone with his own filth.
