As Lith and Mistress Scarlet strutted into Scarlet's dungeon, both of them were at their wit's end. They had been avoiding the filthy public restrooms for far too long and their bladders were about to burst. Their escapades of domination over human toilets had become a delicious addiction. Mistress Scarlet's slave was already immobilized, gagged, and ready for his latest task. Lith's eyes lit up with excitement as she saw the pathetic figure before her.
"Oh dear, my little toilet, it seems you haven't been used in quite some time," she chided him with a playful smile. "Well, that won't do at all. We can't have you not doing your job, now can we?"
Mistress Scarlet nodded in agreement, her long, dark hair cascading down her back as she approached the helpless slave. She sneered down at him, her green eyes filled with malice and excitement.
"It seems we have a full house tonight, little toilet," she purred, her sharp fingernails digging into the flesh of his chest. "You're going to have to work overtime to accommodate us both."
With that, she reached behind the slave and unlocked a leash that was holding him in place. He moaned through his gag as she pulled his lower body upwards, exposing his helpless ass. Lith could barely contain herself as she moved closer, lust filling her every pore. She squatted over the slave, her perfect ass cheeks parting to reveal her tight, dripping asshole.
"Suck me off, toilet," she commanded, her voice thick with desire.
The slave tried to plead with his eyes, but it was too late. She was already lowering herself onto his face, her anus inches from his mouth. With a sigh of relief, he opened his mouth wide, preparing for the onslaught of pussy juices and feces that were sure to come.
As soon as Lith felt the warm breath on her pussy lips, she cried out in pleasure, shuddering as she felt the slave's tongue begin to massage her asshole. With a loud groan, she released a hot, thick stream of piss directly into his mouth, filling it up quickly as he struggled to swallow. It wasn't long before she felt a wave of shit rising within her, and with a wicked giggle, she let it go.
The slave's world was now one of pure filth - pussy juice, piss, and now thick shit filling his mouth, dripping down his chin, and pooling on the floor beneath him. He choked as he felt another gush of hot urine explode onto his face, soaking him from head to toe.
"Oh dear, I think we overloaded your system, little toilet," Mistress Scarlet teased, reaching down to pull off his gag just long enough for him to beg for mercy. "But don't worry, I have a feeling Mistress Lith wants a turn too."
As if on cue, Lith leaned forward, squashing the slave's face against her sweaty stomach. She positioned her asshole directly over his mouth and began to force shit into his throat, the force of it pushing him up towards her. He gagged and choked, feeling the hot feces sliding down his throat as she continued to force feed him. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the pussy juice and nasal mucus as he struggled to breathe.
Scarlet stood back, watching the scene unfold with a smile. She knew Lith was a natural born dominatrix, but she had never seen her like this before. The look of pure satisfaction on her face as she forced the slave to consume her waste was enough to send shivers down Scarlet's spine.
As if the past few minutes hadn't been humiliating enough for the slave, Scarlet decided to turn up the heat even more. She grabbed a turd that was still partially attached to Lith's ass, and smashed it into the slave's face. Her thumbs dug beneath his eyes, pushing them open as she shoved the disgusting mass of shit into his mouth, making him swallow.
The dungeon was now filled with the stench of total degradation - piss, shit, and the unwashed bodies of the three women within it. The slave felt like he was suffocating, his only relief coming from the occasional gasp for air as the women took their turns using him as a human toilet.
As the night wore on, the women grew tired and satiated. They left the dungeon, the sounds of their laughter echoing long after they had gone. The slave remained where he was, lost in a world of filth and humiliation. The taste of their waste still lingering on his tongue, he could only hope that the next time they decided to use him, he could somehow find the strength to resist.
