Part 3 of the Scat-Princess Mini Series begins with Andrea, the toilet slave, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he steps out of the shower and pats his body dry with a soft towel. He looks around, noticing the girls are nowhere to be seen. The party has continued without him, but for once, he feels like he can enjoy some alone time in peace.
With a content sigh, he walks towards the large hot tub at the center of the room and steps onto the platform surrounding it. As he gazes down into its warm, bubbling waters, something catches his eye—a pair of high heels sticking out from under the surface. "Oh no," he thinks to himself as he realizes the girls must have used the jacuzzi while he was in the shower. However, he shrugs it off and decides to climb in anyway; after all, he's used to their disgusting antics by now.
As he lowers himself into the water, the warmth envelops him like a blanket on a cold night. Moaning softly, he leans back against the side of the hot tub, closing his eyes as the tension from earlier starts to melt away. Suddenly, there's a splash and the girls appear before him. They giggle and make their way over to the edge of the tub, their bottoms just within his reach.
"Having fun without us?" Lilly asks playfully, slapping her ass against his groin.
"Just catching up on some rest," he replies, his eyes still closed.
"Well, get ready for part two," she says as he feels her grab his cock through his pants.
"Wait, what do you mean?" He asks, his eyes snapping open in alarm.
"We have a surprise for you," Lola chimes in, wiggling her ass teasingly.
Before he can react, he feels a pair of hands pressing down on his shoulders, forcing him into a sitting position. His heart races as he looks up, his eyes widening in shock when he sees that both girls are holding large bowls filled with what appears to be their own feces.
"No, please! Anything but that," he begs, trying to pull away.
Lilly smirks and leans forward, her breasts dripping with saliva. "You've asked for this, toilet slave," she says before leaning over the edge of the tub and spilling the contents of the bowl onto his face.
Andrea screams in disgust and horror as the warm, chunky mess covers his eyes, nose, and mouth. He tries to push her away, but it's too late—Lola has done the same, and now he's completely covered in their feces. Shaking uncontrollably, he sputters and coughs, trying desperately to rid himself of the filth.
The girls, on the other hand, can't seem to contain their amusement. They giggle and clap their hands as they watch him struggle. "You like it so much," Lola taunts, running her fingers through her own shit and then smearing it on his lips.
Andrea whimpers, his body shuddering as he tries to break free. The water turns murky around him, and he feels like he's drowning in excrement. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him down until he's fully submerged under the thick, brown liquid.
"No... please," he gasps, unable to see anything but the darkness filled with floating turds and bits of toilet paper. He tries to fight his way back up, but it's no use; the girls have trapped him at the bottom of the jacuzzi.
"Open wide," Lilly whispers into his ear, and he does as he's told, feeling her fingers brushing against his tongue. She leans forward and forces her partially digested food into his mouth, causing him to gag as he tastes the acrid tang of feces mixed with saliva.
As he vomits again and again, desperation setting in, the girls continue to feed him their shit. They laugh maniacally, no longer hiding their true colors as twisted, sadistic individuals intent on breaking their toilet slave. "Swallow every last drop," Lola commands, pressing her finger into his mouth.
Andrea tries to resist, but he can't help but take in the disgusting taste and texture. The warmth eventually penetrates his gut, filling him up as the girls finally pull him back onto the platform. They wipe their hands off in satisfaction, knowing that they've taken his humiliation to new heights.
Tears stream down Andrea's face as he tries to come to terms with what just happened. He crawls on all fours towards the edge of the tub, desperate for fresh air and a way out of the nightmare. He vows that he won't be able to indulge in their filth again after this—he just needs to get through the rest of the night.
