Mara and Rosella were two lustful vixens who enjoyed finding new ways to humiliate and degrade their toilet slave. They had witnessed the extent of his submission, and it only fueled their desire to push his boundaries further. One day, they decided to fill the poor slave's mouth with their snot and piss until he could hold no more.
As they entered the dungeon, they found the slave kneeling before a metal bowl, his eyes filled with anticipation and fear. Mara stepped forward, grabbing his chin in her hand. She leaned in, her breath hot against his cheek, and crooned, "open wide, toilet slave." The slave complied without hesitation, his mouth agape in submission.
Mara extended her tongue and roughly shoved it into the slave's mouth, forcing him to taste her saliva. Next, Rosella moved in, doing the same to the slave. They continued to take turns, forcing their snotty tongues deep into his mouth, making him swallow their disgusting mucus.
Finally satisfied with their cruel game, Mara and Rosella stood back, eyes gleaming with perverse delight. They both turned their backs on the slave and lifted up their dresses, exposing their hairy, wrinkled assholes. They jutted them out, daring the slave to get a good whiff of their stinky rectums.
As the slave inhaled deeply, his nose filled with the acrid stench of their foul assholes, Mara and Rosella lowered themselves onto the edge of the metal bowl. Their pussies, already glistening with excitement, were now pressed against the rim.
"Drink our piss, toilet slave," Mara ordered, her voice dripping with contempt. The slave hesitated for a moment, but then leaned forward, opening his mouth wide. Mara and Rosella let out a torrent of piss, each aiming directly into the slave's mouth. Their hot streams of urine hit him like a wave, filling his mouth and overflowing down his chin.
The slave struggled not to gag as he felt himself being overwhelmed by the copious amount of piss. He could feel it pouring down his throat, choking him, and yet he remained steadfast, determined to please his mistresses no matter what they might subject him to.
When at last they were finished, Mara and Rosella sat back, panting heavily from the intensity of their release. The slave remained kneeling before them, his mouth open, panting like a dog. His eyes were glazed over, filled with a mix of satisfaction and desperation.
With a nod of approval, Mara instructed the slave to clean their pussies. The slave moved forward, his tongue working overtime to lap up every last drop of their piss. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins. For despite the humiliation he was subjected to, he couldn't help but crave more.
