The Scatqueens Berlin - Too Much Scat P2
In the dimly lit room, Emily, Lily, and Sarah sat on their thrones with their eyes fixed on the toilet slave. He was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, his whole body trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
"Are you ready for more?" Sarah asked, watching as he nodded vigorously, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.
They had given him just enough time to recover from the first round of scat play before pushing him back into submission. The second pile of warm human feces fell into the gaping hole of the toilet bowl directly into the slave's waiting mouth. He couldn't believe how much he had wanted this, how desperately he had longed to taste their shit. And now that it was here, he was overwhelmed with a wave of nausea and excitement.
"Is that too much for you?" Emily asked, leaning forward on her throne.
The slave tried to shake his head, but the gag prevented him from doing so. He managed to mumble something between his grunts, nodding violently.
"You want more, don't you?" Lily purred, her hand stroking the shaft of the dildo she had attached to his crotch.
Again, he nodded frantically, unable to speak. He knew what was coming next, and he was more than ready for it.
"Then finish what you started," Emily commanded.
The slave knew what this meant. He had to swallow the two piles of shit that were filling his mouth. He started to force his mouth down, feeling the hot, sticky mess sliding down his throat. It was disgusting, so very disgusting - but also incredibly arousing.
As he struggled to swallow, he felt the slave girls' hands on his head, guiding him.
"You're such a good toilet slave," Sarah cooed, running her fingers through his hair.
"Yes, you are," Emily agreed, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "You belong to us now, don't you?"
The slave gagged around the huge ball of shit in his mouth, trying to nod his agreement.
"That's right," Lily murmured. "You've been trained well, and now your only purpose is to satisfy our every whim - even if that means swallowing our shit."
As the last bits of feces disappeared into his stomach, the slave felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been used, humiliated, and degraded - but he had never felt more turned on in his life.
"You like that, don't you?" Emily purred, smirking down at him.
"Y-yes," the slave stammered, his voice muffled by the gag. But they knew the truth. They had seen it in his eyes, in the way he trembled with anticipation at the thought of eating their shit.
And so, they left him there, bound and helpless, his mind filled with thoughts of scat and submission. For the Scatqueens Berlin, the toilet slave was just another piece of their twisted puzzle - but he was a vital one, nonetheless.
