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The vicious vibrations continued to send waves of pleasure throughout the moaning woman's body, making her lose control of herself. Her asshole twitched open and squeezed a succulent swirl of smooth anal mousse out into her master's hand. He held it up to his nose and took a deep whiff of the sweetly-scented turd before dropping it down onto his tied up slave's naked body, smearing it over her chest. The sickeningly sweet smell filled the air as she writhed beneath him, her bare skin covered in a thick layer of her own excrement.
The man's hands moved down to her pussy, his fingers probing deep inside her as he began to stimulate her once more. Her body arched involuntarily towards his touch, her asshole stretching open wider as another jet of feces shot out of her rectum. It splattered against the wall behind her, painting a grotesque picture of her degradation.
Her master watched with a sinister smile, taking pleasure in her humiliation. He knew that he held all the power in this scenario, and he wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage. He continued to work her body, pushing her further into submission with each passing moment.
The woman felt like she was about to explode from the pressure building up inside her. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, and she let out a desperate moan as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She didn't want this, but she couldn't deny the intense sensation coursing through her veins.
As her master's fingers found their rhythm, the woman's body began to give way to the torment. Shuddering with each passing second, she felt herself lose control of her bladder and bowels. Hot liquid poured out of her pussy, mixing with the thick stream of shit that was flowing unabated from her asshole.
Her master watched with a cruel smile, taking great pleasure in the sight of his slave's body being overtaken by its own filth. He knew that he had complete power over her, and he wouldn't stop until she was nothing more than a dirty, shit-covered mess.
Despite her humiliation and the sheer discomfort of being covered in her own waste, the woman couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal wash over her. It was a twisted kind of pleasure that only heightened the shame she felt deep within. She couldn't deny the power that her master held over her, even as it reduced her to nothing more than a disgusting spectacle.
As the orgasmic waves washed over her, the woman let out a long, low moan. Her body quivered with each passing second, and she felt herself being pushed to the very brink of sanity. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and yet somehow, it felt wrong. So very, very wrong.
Her master continued to work her body, pushing her deeper into the abyss of depravity. He knew that he had complete control over her, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon. The woman's screams of pleasure and pain mingled together in a cacophony of degradation, echoing through the room.
Despite the horrific nature of their encounter, the man couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had taken this woman, reduced her to nothing more than a flesh-and-blood toilet, and yet she still found pleasure in his touch. It was a twisted kind of power that he couldn't resist.
As the session came to an end, the man stood back and surveyed his handiwork. The woman lay before him, a pile of filth and degradation, her body covered in a thick layer of her own excrement. But despite the humiliation and discomfort, there was something about the way she looked at him that told him he had complete control.
He smiled, knowing that he would be back for more. Because despite the disgusting nature of their relationship, there was something strangely addictive about it. And as long as his slave was willing to submit to his every whim, he knew he could keep her under his control forever.
Go to Toilet Slaves Scatology - Part 2 for more!
