Lady Scarlet and I arrived back at the studio with full bladders and an urgent need to relieve ourselves. As we walked in, we saw the slave lying on the floor, his head covered by a strange contraption that looked like a toilet seat.
"Lith, this is perfect," Lady Scarlet exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Look at what we have here - a human toilet for our convenience."
I nodded in agreement, surprised but also curious about the contraption. It seemed cruel yet somehow... arousing.
We approached the slave slowly, our heels clicking on the hard floor. The toilet seat engulfed his head, choking him, while the transparent funnel connected to it snaked its way down to his open mouth. The plexiglass box surrounding him allowed us to see everything, including his fearful eyes peering out from beneath the toilet seat.
"Hey there, slave," Lady Scarlet purred. "Looks like you're our new toilet. How does it feel to be used like this?"
She leaned down, pressing her body against the glass, her plush tits pushing against the prisoner's face. The slave shook his head frantically, trying to communicate that he couldn't breathe. It was a pathetic sight, but it only added to our amusement.
I watched as Lady Scarlet grabbed a hold of the funnel, her fingers sliding easily into the slave's mouth. She positioned herself, aiming her crotch directly at the slave's head. Without warning, a torrent of hot piss gushed out, spraying against the transparent plastic. The poor slave twitched and gagged, trying to resist the onslaught of filth assaulting his senses.
My heart raced with anticipation as I moved around to the other side of the box. Slowly, I lowered my panties, revealing my dripping wet pussy to the prisoner. The look in his eyes was one of pure terror, but I didn't care. He was here for our pleasure, and nothing, not even his dignity, mattered anymore.
Slowly, I approached the open mouth of the funnel, my nerve endings alive with anticipation. I could feel the warmth radiating from his tongue as it eagerly touched against my swollen clit. Without warning, I plunged myself down onto his face, burying my throbbing cunt deep inside the funnel.
The feeling was riotous - hot and sticky, wet and intense. I moaned as his tongue lapped at me, his efforts feeble against the overwhelming sensations. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, and I screamed out in ecstasy while my body shuddered around his face.
As I pulled away, my eyes met Lady Scarlet's. They were filled with a mischievous glee that sent shivers down my spine. She leaned down again, this time positioning her ass over the slave's mouth. A stream of diarrhea poured out, coating his face in a thick, gloopy mess. He struggled against the glass, but it was no use. We were in control, and we were going to use him however we pleased.
We chuckled as we watched the poor slave writhe in his own filth, his body betraying him as it tried to expel the foul-tasting liquid from his mouth. This was a view that we were never going to get tired of, and we both knew it.
