ScatqueensBerlin - Lady Lilli shits the slave in his mouth P3
Lady Lilli, one of the infamous Scatqueens of Berlin, continued her intimate session with her chosen slave. The action picked up where it had left off in the previous part, with the slave lying on the floor. His task was to clean up any mess that might have been left behind by his Mistress. This time, however, it was not just about swallowing her piss and eating her shit - there was a twist.
The Scatqueens decided to push the boundaries even further and created a challenge for the slave. He had to eat everything that was on the floor, including the puke and poop that had been left there. With a quivering stomach, the slave began his grueling task, trying not to gag on the foul taste that filled his mouth. As he struggled to consume every last morsel, he could feel the eyes of the Scatqueens burning into him, watching his every move with anticipation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the slave had finished. He lay there exhausted, wondering what new horrors awaited him next. But to his surprise, the Scatqueens were pleased with his efforts. They praised him for being such a good little snot-eater and rewarded him with a break from their games. The slave could only hope that this meant the punishments would be less severe from here on out.
However, the respite didn't last long. Lady Lilli had one more trick up her sleeve. She walked over to a whip dangling on the wall and raised an eyebrow at the slave. With a smirk, she instructed him to get up and take his place in front of her. The slave shuffled to his feet, unsure of what was about to happen. But he knew he couldn't escape the wrath of the Scatqueens.
As the slave stood before her, trembling with fear, Lady Lilli cracked the whip above his head. The sound echoed through the room, filling the slave's ears with a deafening noise. Tears streamed down his face as he awaited the inevitable pain that was sure to follow. But when the whip finally came down, it wasn't as bad as he had imagined.
Still, the experience was humiliating enough. He didn't want to feel the whip again. The session finally came to an end, and the slave was left alone to clean up the mess he had created. As he crawled across the floor, picking up scraps of torn clothing and stray pieces of feces, he couldn't help but wonder what punishment awaited him next time he was called upon by the Scatqueens.
