As the evening progressed, the scat-girls' attention turned to other matters while the slave remained diligently focused on his task. The intoxicating aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, accompanied by the cheerful chatter of the girls as they sipped their beverages. Their thoughts seemed to drift away from their human toilet's existence, leaving him feeling neglected and unwanted.
However, the moment of respite was short-lived. One of the girls stood up suddenly, her eyes flashing with mischief. "Hey," she said, pointing at the slave, "you know what would be really fun? Let's make him taste his own work!"
The others laughed in agreement, and before he could protest, they had forced his mouth open and were scooping shit straight out of the toilet bowl. He gagged on the foul taste, struggling against his restraints as they stuffed more and more of the repulsive mixture into his mouth.
"Swallow it all," one of the girls commanded, slapping him hard across the face when he tried to spit it out. Tears of humiliation streamed down his cheeks as he complied, his stomach churning with revulsion.
Minutes passed, and the girls continued to take turns filling his mouth with their feces. When they finally seemed satisfied, they released him from his bonds, allowing him to collapse on the floor in a heap. He lay there, feeling dirty and degraded, wondering how much lower he could possibly sink.
From across the room, one of the girls called out to him. "Hey toilet slave, you still think this is all worth it?" She giggled when he made no response. "Don't worry, we haven't finished with you yet. There's still plenty more fun to be had."
With that ominous promise hanging in the air, the girls returned to their previous activities, leaving the slave to wallow in his misery. He could only hope that the rest of the night would not be as painful and humiliating as what he had already endured.
