Part 2: The slave had no idea what awaited him in this room. As he was brought in, he saw several young women cheerfully chatting away while sitting around a large, sturdy toilet bowl. The sweet smell of innocent morning breath mingled with the pungent odor of human excrement.
His heart raced as he was tied firmly to the cold metal rod that protruded from the toilet seat. His hair was full of freshly squeezed lemon juice, and his mouth tasted acidic. The women giggled and made rude comments about his "excitement" while they got into position.
The first girl positioned herself over the slave's face and lowered her petite but tightly stretched sphincter to within inches of his open mouth. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh and squeezed her cheeks together, forcing a nearly solid turd out of her pussy. It hit the slave square in the face, causing him to gag reflexively.
As the slave retched and coughed, another girl straddled his head, positioning her dripping wet butthole directly above his nose. She clenched her butt cheeks tightly and grunted as she pushed out a large log, covering his face in a warm, sticky mess.
One after another, the girls took turns using the slave as their personal toilet, each time pushing harder until he retched and cried in despair. Despite his pleas for mercy, they continued to defecate on him, laughing hysterically as they watched his suffering.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the girls released him from his bondage and stood up. The slave, covered in feces and vomit, could only sob uncontrollably as they congratulated each other on their "performance." One of the girls smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Now clean it up, toilet slave."
