The door to the interrogation room swung open, revealing a room that seemed more like a laboratory. Along one wall were several glass panels filled with various scientific equipment, while on the opposite wall hung a large stainless steel table. As she was pushed into the room, she saw that the tabletop had multiple holes drilled into it, and there was what appeared to be an industrial-sized toilet seat bolted to one end.
Her heart sank as she realized what was coming next. She tried to struggle, but the men were too strong for her. They roughly fastened her wrists and ankles to the table, spreading her wide open. She let out a muffled scream as they lifted her up and bent her over the toilet bowl.
The men stood behind her, their cocks still dripping with her feces, as they relentlessly fucked her asshole. She felt her insides being stretched to their limits, and she began to sob uncontrollably. Suddenly, without warning, she felt a warm, wet substance filling her mouth. She spat out what she could, but more kept coming. It wasn't until she looked down that she realized they were pushing her own shit back into her mouth with their filthy cocks.
Horrified and disgusted, she could only look on in shock as they pulled out and began to take aim, their hot, steaming loads arching through the air. One after another, their massive loads of piss and shit hit the back of her head, running down her neck and spilling onto the floor around her.
Still trapped and helpless, she watched in utter despair as one of the men reached between her legs and began to frig, scattering her bloody and viscous feces everywhere. Another man knelt at the side of the table, grinning maliciously as he raised his shit-covered hand and slapped her face hard. Then, with a sick chuckle, he plunged his hand into her open mouth, forcing her to taste her own excrement.
The scat fiends continued to abuse her, taking turns pissing and shitting all over her helpless form. They laughed and jeered at her, their disgusting voices ringing in her ears. She felt as if she was drowning in a sea of filth, and there was nothing she could do to stop them.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. The men unfastened her restraints and roughly lifted her from the table. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with the memory of their brutal scat interrogation.
As her vision cleared, she saw one of the men pick up a large tube of lubricant from a nearby table. He grinned at her, his mouth smeared with feces. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We've still got plenty more in store for you."
