In part four of the Scat-Princess mini series, our vulnerable slave finds himself in yet another uncomfortable situation. The girls have decided to share their secret with him: they all use their slaves' tongue as a means of inducing defecation when they are feeling constipated. This revelation leaves him feeling even more helpless than before as he realizes how deeply he is desired for such an intimate and degrading purpose.
The girls continue to discuss their experiences with slave's tongue, each one recalling their very first time and how it felt. They giggle about how strange it might seem on the surface, but how incredibly effective it has been for all of them. One girl even admits that she couldn't go number two for days until her slave finally used his tongue on her, and now she finds herself going daily with just a little nudge from him.
As they chat away, the young slave can't help but feel his heart racing with anticipation. He knows what's coming next and there's nothing he can do to stop it. Sure enough, the girls soon turn their attention towards him, grinning wickedly. They motion for him to come closer and sink down onto their knees.
"So," says one of the girls, running a finger down the crease of his pants, "are you ready to help us out again?"
His mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he nods slowly. A nervousness only amplified by the throbbing bulge growing in his pants. The girls exchange knowing glances before pushing him forward onto the ground, his face Level with their asses.
"Now," says another, her voice dripping with sweetness, "you know what to do."
In that moment, all pretenses are dropped and the girls lower themselves onto his face one by one. He begins by licking gently around their tight anuses, searching for any sign of moisture. Each girl groans softly in response, almost purring like a cat being stroked.
"A little more," one of them purrs, pushing back against him.
He cannot help but be aroused by the feeling of their supple skin against his face, the musky scent of their private areas filling his nostrils. As he applies more pressure with his tongue, he feels them begin to relax. Their sphincter muscles loosen, allowing him more access.
"Oh god," one of the girls cries out, her body going limp as she feels the sensation washing over her.
Within moments, she's letting out an earsplitting fart before finally releasing a huge turd onto his face. He doesn't flinch as she leans back, her ass still hovering above him as she wipes herself clean. Instead, he moves up to the next girl, ready to help them all empty their bowels.
And so it continues; girl after girl sinking down onto his face, moaning in pleasure as they are finally released from their constipation. Through it all, he maintains his composure, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sense of powerlessness mixed with arousal.
As the final girl wipes herself clean, she turns to him, a mischievous grin on her face. "Thank you so much, slave," she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "We could never do this without you."
With that, she stands up and walks away, leaving him there on the floor, covered in shit and filled with shame. But even as he wipes the last of the feces from his face, he knows that he will do it again. Because this is his purpose; to be the tool that these girls use to empty their bowels. And even though it may be degrading and humiliating, he cannot deny the rush of power that comes with it.
