The day had finally arrived for Nikki Thorne, Miss Madison, and their friend. They had been planning this for weeks, fantasizing about making a slave their human toilet. Today, their plan would come to fruition.
The three women met at Miss Medeas's dirty store. It was the perfect setting for their depraved activities. The store was filled with all sorts of sexual devices and toys, but today they wouldn't need any of those. They had their eyes on the slave kneeling in the center of the room, his head bowed humbly.
Miss Madison approached the slave first, her eyes filled with mischief. She ran her hand through his messy hair, pulling his head up gently. His eyes widened in fear as he stared into her hungry gaze.
"Today you are our toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "You must swallow everything from three mistresses."
The slave whimpered softly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. Miss Madison whispered to him, her breath hot against his ear, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
But her words were hollow, as she soon knelt over his face, grinding her hips against his lips. He could feel her warm urine trickling down his throat, and he choked on the sudden taste of piss and fear.
Nikki Thorne watched the scene unfold before her, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. She reached into her pants, pulling out her wet panties. She held them out to the slave, who hesitantly took them in his trembling hands.
"Now, lick me clean," she commanded, stepping closer. "Make sure you get every drop of piss from these."
The slave did as he was told, his tongue working furiously to clean the wet fabric. As he finished, Miss Madison moved away, her job done.
It was now Miss Medea's turn. She smiled down at the slave, her toothy grin chilling him to the bone. She unbuttoned her pants and stepped out of them, revealing her naked body. Her face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes glinted with anticipation.
She pulled the slave onto her lap, his face level with her towering breasts. "Now let's play let's see who can make him squirm the most," she teased, squeezing her thighs around his head.
As she started to pee, Miss Medea grabbed a small mirror and held it in front of the slave's face. She wanted him to see every drop of piss hitting the back of his throat.
The slave felt like he was going to vomit, but he forced himself to swallow. He could feel her hot urine coursing down his throat, filling him up inside.
It was a relief when Miss Medea finally stopped peeing, and pulled him off her lap. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.
Nikki Thorne was the next to approach the slave. She was grinning from ear to ear, her excitement obvious. She held a pair of duct tape over his mouth, sealing it shut.
"Don't worry," she whispered, "it's just to keep everything in."
And with that, she knelt down, spreading her legs wide. The slave could see her pussy, already waiting for him. She leaned forward, lowering his head towards her wet cunt.
"Swallow it all, my toilet," she panted, her eyes glittering with lust. "Every drop of my sweet nectar."
And as Nikki Thorne came, her pussy juices flooding the slave's mouth, he could feel his resolve breaking. He knew that this was just the beginning of his toilet training.
As if reading his mind, Miss Madison spoke up. "That's right, slave," she hissed. "You're our toilet now. You'll take anything we give you, and you'll love every minute of it."
The rest of the day passed in a blur for the slave. He was pushed to his limits, forced to swallow the shit and piss of not one, but three sadistic women. They took turns using him, each one determined to make him their personal toilet.
By the end of the day, the slave lay curled on the floor, his body aching from the abuse. He could feel his small, pathetic erection, and he knew that he would cum again soon. But even then, he knew that his fate was sealed.
He was their toilet now, and he would never be clean again.
