After the first four ladies had finished taking care of their business and left the room, the toilet slave looked forward to a little break. However, it was not meant to be. In walked five more women, each of them with a look of determination on their faces. They lined up next to the toilet and began to relieve themselves, one after another. The stank was overwhelming, yet the slave had become somewhat accustomed to it by now.
The first lady, an older woman with a deep, commanding voice, sat down and released a massive dump into the toilet. It was dark, and chunky, with an unpleasant smell that made the air thick. She pushed with her hands until it was all gone, and then rose to her feet without a word. The next lady was younger, but just as filled with disdain for the humiliating situation they were subjecting their toilet slave to. She farted loudly before sitting down and producing a small but pungent turd. Next came a plump, pretty girl who giggled as she emptied her bowels onto the slave's face.
Finally, the last two ladies arrived. One of them had been holding it in for quite some time, as evidenced by the length of her feces and the force with which she pushed it out. The other lady was smaller and seemed more timid but still produced a decent-sized pile. Both of them used their feet to grind the waste into the slave's face, laughing cruelly as they did so.
As they finished and walked away, the room felt strangely quiet. The toilet slave stared helplessly at the heap of faeces covering his face and chest, wondering when or if it would ever end. The smell was almost unbearable now, but there was no escape. He knew that he would have to clean up this mess soon, but he also knew that any protest or hesitation would result in harsh punishment.
With shaking hands, he reached for the bucket of dirty water and slowly began to wash himself clean. It was slow going, as the weight of the faeces made it difficult for him to move. He would have cried if he could have mustered the energy. As he worked, his mind wandered to a time before this when his life was normal—when he had a home, family, and friends. He missed them all deeply but knew that he could never return to that life now. He was a toilet slave now, destined to serve these horrible women for the rest of his days.
Cleaning completed, the slave stood up, waiting anxiously for his next task. Another group of scat-loving ladies entered the room, their faces devoid of any sympathy or compassion. They lined up once more, and the cycle began anew.
