As the sun began to rise, Dea Samantha and Lady Scarlet lay in their opulent beds, the whisper of a faint voice penetrating their consciousness. The pair slowly woke up, realizing it was the voice of the human toilet slave they had met the previous day. He was crying from hunger, begging them to feed him with their fresh, delicious shit.
The girls exchanged glances, their eyes filled with amusement and excitement. They both remembered the incredible meal they had shared the day before in a restaurant, laughing and enjoying each other's company. They also recalled how they had used the toilet slave to dispose of their waste, watching as he eagerly cleaned their private parts and thanked them for the privilege.
Now, they decided to treat the toilet slave to a feast of his own, both women fully intending to use his mouth to dispose of their shit. They crawled out of bed, their naked bodies glistening in the morning light, and made their way downstairs.
The toilet slave, trembling with anticipation, knelt before them, tears streaming down his face. Dea Samantha smiled cruelly, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry, slave. We have a nice treat for you this morning. Both of us have been digesting our food all night, and our shit is ready to come out. You're going to be very busy today."
The slave moaned in despair, already feeling the painful hunger pangs in his stomach. Lady Scarlet laughed, her high heels clicking on the marble floor as she approached. She slapped the slave across the face, the sound echoing through the room. "Don't you dare cry, you pathetic excuse for a human being. We are the ones who control your fate, and today, we are going to feed you like the disgusting piece of shit you are. Now, open wide and see what's coming."
With trembling hands, the slave opened his mouth, his tongue darting nervously over his dry lips. "Here it comes, slave," Dea Samantha purred, grabbing hold of her perfect ass cheeks and tearing open her asshole. A jet of hot, steaming shit blasted out of her hole, filling the air with the scent of rotten eggs and putrid waste.
The slave couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the perfect shit machine that was Dea Samantha, still trying to comprehend how such beauty could come from such filth. Lady Scarlet followed suit, her own asshole unleashing an equally impressive torrent of shit, the two streams merging together in mid-air.
They fell slowly towards the slave's open mouth, landing with a soft splash inside. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of their excrement, praying that he wouldn't be sick from the overwhelming flavors. He ate hungrily, moaning with pleasure as the hot, thick shit filled his mouth.
The girls watched with amusement as the slave worked his way through their combined shit load, giggling and clapping their hands in delight when he finally swallowed the last bite. "Well done, slave," they said in unison, their voices dripping with sarcasm. "You ate every bit of our shit like the good little toilet slave that you are. Now we'll clean you up and send you on your way."
And with that, they grabbed the hose once again, cleaning the slave's face and body of their waste, leaving him feeling completely used and degraded. As they sent him on his way, the girls couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of what they might do with him next time they needed a personal toilet slave.
The end.
