Part 2: The New Slave's Shit Nightmare
The new slave's mind reeled as his new mistresses, Contessa Calucci and RosellaExtrem, left him lying under the toilet chair in the open-plan shower. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the last few hours – applying to become a toilet slave, craving to taste his first piece of human shit, and then finding himself with the shit of both women in his mouth.
As they left, he felt a twinge of fear and anticipation mixed with the unfamiliar taste of feces. His first instinct was to spit it out, but he knew that would incur the wrath of his new mistresses. Instead, he swirled the mixture of shit and saliva around in his mouth, trying to become accustomed to the strong, unpleasant taste.
His body trembled as he heard the door lock behind them, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the horrible taste in his mouth. He felt a mixture of nausea, shame, and an unexplainable buzz of excitement. He knew that this was not something most people would willingly choose to experience, yet here he was, submitting himself to this depraved lifestyle.
After some time, Contessa Calucci and RosellaExtrem returned. Their smiles were cold and distant as they approached the slave, who was still lying under the toilet chair. They didn't speak a word, their silence adding to his discomfort.
Without warning, Contessa sat on the toilet, her massive ass looming over the slave's face. He braced himself for what was coming next, his heart racing in his chest. RosellaExtrem held a small mirror in front of his face, reflecting his terrified expression back at him.
As Contessa began to take a massive shit, the smell was overwhelming. The slave tried to hold his breath, but the stench forced its way into his nostrils and down his throat. He couldn't help but gag as the warm turd slid down his throat, coating his tongue and filling his mouth.
RosellaExtrem didn't let up. She continued to hold the mirror in front of his face, forcing him to look at himself as he was covered in the filth of his new mistresses. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixed with the saliva and shit in his mouth.
Finally, they pulled him from under the toilet chair and stood him up. His legs shook unsteadily as they stripped him naked and led him to a basin filled with soapy water. RosellaExtrem handed him a toothbrush, her grip firm but gentle as she guided his movements.
Shaking and sobbing, he cleaned every inch of his body, trying to rid himself of the filth that had been forced upon him. As he scrubbed his teeth, RosellaExtrem watched closely, making sure he didn't miss any spot. When he was finally clean, she dried him off with a towel and led him to a bed.
Exhausted and emotionally drained, the slave collapsed onto the bed, his body heavy with shame and regret. His new mistresses looked down at him with satisfaction, their smiles growing cold as they prepared for their next session of toilet training.
The following morning, the slave awoke to find them standing over him in the same cold, unyielding silence. It seemed that their cruel game was never-ending, and he had no way out but to continue submitting himself to their depraved desires.
