Sharlene sat on the cold, hard wall feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as she watched her friend, Sarah, shove Charles' head into her gaping asshole. She couldn't believe they were actually filming this and that people would be watching it online soon. The guy was certainly getting what he deserved after being such a pervert around them.
As Sarah started to defecate, Sharlene could smell the rancid stench coming off her friend. It made her gag a little but she forced herself not to move away. Instead, she reached down with her bare foot and pushed it towards Charles' face. He obediently opened his mouth wide enough for her toe to fit inside. She wiggled it around a bit before lifting her heel and feeling the warm, sticky waste ooze out of her friend's ass and onto Charles' face.
A burst of laughter erupted from the group as Sarah finished and yanked her leg back, dislodging Charles' head from her ass. She wiped her butt with a disgusted look on her face, clearly enjoying the power trip. Sharlene could see Charles was trembling as he waited for his next humiliating task.
"Alright, Charles," said Sarah, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell us what your favorite part was?"
Charles hesitated for a moment, opting not to answer. He knew better than to anger these girls any further.
Over the next few hours, the girls took turns sitting on Charles, using him as nothing more than a human toilet seat. He had long since lost count of how many times he had been forced to eat their shit and clean their feet with his tongue. The stench of feces and sweat was overwhelming, but he kept reminding himself that this was his own doing. He deserved everything they were putting him through.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sarah stood up from the wall, signaling that she was done. The others followed suit, stepping off the wall one by one as they all turned towards Charles.
"Good boy," said Sarah, reaching down and ruffling his hair. "You can stand up now."
Charles struggled to his feet, trying not to vomit from the filth that coated his body. He watched as the girls headed off to grab some drinks, leaving him alone in the disgusting room. He couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself, but at the same time, there was a part of him that was turned on by the entire experience.
As he made his way out of the room, Charles knew that this was a lesson he would never forget: never cross the Scat-Princesses. And if you do, be prepared to face the consequences, no matter how humiliating they may be.
