In the lavish chamber, mistress Milana presided over her toilet servants as they knelt before her. The young girls, Yana, Christina, and Karina were eager to relieve themselves; thus, their loyal and diligent toilet slave was ready to perform his honored duty. However, Milana was in a hurry as always; therefore, she ensured her impatience was communicated to her toilet slave.
The slave's hands were tied behind his back, and he trembled in anticipation of the forthcoming punishment. The girls chuckled as they watched him, knowing all too well that his failure to complete his task swiftly would result in a painful beating. They tied a leather belt around his waist, using it to secure him in place.
Yana was the first to squat over the slave's face. She grimaced as her asshole let out a muted fart, and then she lowered her quivering asshole onto the slave's face, releasing a torrent of liquid shit. It was stinky, bitter, and reeked of beets she had eaten earlier in the day.
The slave struggled against his bonds as he tried to keep up with Yana's rapid pace. He gagged on the thick, revolting liquids coating his tongue; however, he knew better than to disobey Milana. She required swift obedience from her servants, even when it came at such a disgusting price.
Next, Christina squatted over the slave, who had barely managed to swallow Yana's shit. Her asshole let out a loud, obnoxious fart as it came into contact with his face. The taste was even more revolting than Yana's – it was sour and smelly, and it made the slave want to vomit.
Despite the urge, the slave managed to swallow Christina's shit too, albeit with great effort. By now, his stomach was heavy, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe under the weight of his fetid burden.
Finally, Karina approached the slave. She rubbed her ass against his face, teasing him with her sweetish sausages. The slaps of the belt against his stomach grew more frequent, urging him to hurry up.
Karina lowered her ass onto the slave's face, and he immediately felt the cold, hardening sausages press against his cheeks. With trembling hands, he managed to open his mouth wide enough for her to stuff them inside. The taste was barely noticeable compared to the preceding torment, but it was still nauseating nevertheless.
When Karina was satisfied that he had swallowed her offering, she stood up, declaring his task complete. The remnants of their shit coated his face and body, and he felt utterly defeated by both their disgusting waste and Milana's brutal punishments.
As he lay there, bound and unable to move, he could only hope that he would be allowed to clean himself soon. The stench was overwhelming, and it felt as if his very soul was being consumed by their filth. But he knew better than to complain; after all, this was his duty – to be abused and degraded for the pleasure of his mistress and her companions.
