The clock struck nine in the morning, signaling the start of another day at the human toilet factory. The facility bustled with activity as the day shift workers prepared to take over from the night shift. The lights flickered on, revealing a long row of cages lining the wall. Inside each cage, a naked slave lay curled up, fast asleep after an exhausting night's work.
The manager, a stern-faced woman with a clipboard in hand, entered the room along with her team of assistants. Today was payday, and they needed to get the slaves ready for their morning routine. After all, it was clocking in time at the human toilet factory.
The slaves were awakened by the harsh brightness of the lights shining down on them. They groaned and opened their eyes, squinting against the sudden influx of light. The first thing they noticed was the metal restraints around their ankles and wrists. They were chained to the floor of their cages, unable to move freely.
The manager approached the first cage, her heels clicking rhythmically against the cold concrete floor. She unlocked the cage and pulled back the chain, freeing the slave from its confines. The slave blinked groggily, trying to get their bearings as they were dragged out of the cage.
They were pushed down onto their knees, their bare asses raised high in the air as they were given a humiliating inspection. The manager ran her hand along their spine, feeling for any signs of fatigue or stress. Satisfied with her inspection, she moved on to the next slave.
One by one, the slaves were released from their cages and brought to a central area where they were forced to line up naked. Their chains were removed, leaving them completely exposed and vulnerable. The slaves shivered in the cool air, goosebumps rising on their skin.
Finally, the slaves were led to a large room filled with tubs of strange green liquid. Each slave's hair was shorn Short-short by the barber while they stood by helpless, unable to protest. The liquid was cold and slimy, causing the slaves to gag and cough as it was poured over their heads.
Once they were sufficiently soiled, the slaves were led back to their cages, where they would wait for their next assignment. The manager watched as they were locked back in, a sense of satisfaction washing over her as she knew another day of work had begun at the human toilet factory.
