In a world where taboo fetishes are celebrated and fulfilled, none were as depraved as those who found pleasure in scat and piss play. Scat involved the intentional consumption of human feces, while piss play revolved around urination.
Our story follows two pathetic slaves kneeling before two gorgeous goddesses—Cats. The Cats were well-known in the underground community for their love of scat and piss play, and they had a reputation for being punctual. No pun intended.
The slaves were anxious, their muscles tense as they waited for their mistresses to relieve themselves. Their hands trembled, their eyes locked onto the the feces-covered toilet seat the Cats had used countless times before. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, making the masks they wore to hide their identities damp and slippery.
Finally, the moment they had all been waiting for arrived. With a loud sigh of relief, the first Cat placed her greased up ass onto the toilet seat and squeezed out a massive, steaming turd into the waiting slave's mouth. The slave gagged on the foul taste but didn't dare spit it out for fear of his mistress's wrath.
As he slowly swallowed the disgusting morsel, the second Cat positioned herself in front of him and began to urinate into a clear glass cup. She watched intently as he took in every drop of her hot golden shower before moving on to the next slave.
Meanwhile, the first slave had already been through two rounds and was now waiting anxiously for his turn with the second Cat. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her shit as he watched her lower her perfect round ass onto the toilet seat once more.
The second slave, on the other hand, was experiencing a whole new level of humiliation. He had never imagined himself being made to consume another man's piss, let alone a woman's. But here he was, his mouth open, ready to receive whatever his mistresses deemed fit.
As the session went on, the slaves became accustomed to the overwhelming stench and taste of feces and piss that filled the air. They lost track of time, lost themselves in their depraved desires. Gradually, they began to crave more—more shit, more piss, more of their mistresses' attention.
Ultimately, the Cats finished their business and called it a day. The slaves were left covered in filth, their bodies aching from their ordeal. But even as they were dismissed with a wave of disdain, they couldn't help but wonder when they would be allowed to serve again. They knew there was no escape—not from the cravings that consumed them, or the women who held their fate in their hands.
