Part 2 of the saga of the unfortunate peeping tom, Kevin, continues as he finds himself at the mercy of the vile and depraved young ladies he had been spying upon. After being caught red-handed, they subjected him to a humiliating and degrading ordeal. They had tied him up tightly, his arms and legs restrained with ropes that cut into his skin, and his vulnerability felt like a punch to the gut.
The three nasty babes stared down at him, their eyes filled with contempt and amusement. They exchanged wicked glances before deciding on their next course of action. To his horror, he watched as they undid his trousers and pulled them down, revealing his thin white legs and pale bottom. The feel of the cool air on his privates sent shivers down his spine.
"Let's see if this pathetic loser can take what we have to give him," one of them whispered, her voice dripping with venom. Suddenly, there was the unmistakable sound of a toilet flushing. With gleeful anticipation, they approached him with bowls full of their shit-covered toilet paper. They giggled as they knelt down around him and held the bowls close to his face. "Suck it up, slave," one of them jeered while another gave a playful shove to his face.
Kevin tried to resist but couldn't. He closed his eyes tightly, anticipating the foul taste that he knew was about to descend upon his tongue. The first babe brought her bowl near and fed him a mouthful of the steaming shit-coated toilet paper. His gag reflex kicked in, but he managed to swallow it down as instructed. The taste was disgusting beyond words, burnt his tongue, and filled him with revulsion. But he couldn't say no to these heartless women.
"Open your mouth wide," commanded another babe, who proceeded to push another mouthful into his waiting mouth. The smell was overpowering, making him retch and gag uncontrollably. But still, he couldn't refuse. They took turns feeding him their filth while others enjoyed watching his misery. The ropes bit into his wrists and ankles as he thrashed about weakly, trying to escape their revolting torment.
The third babe produced a plastic funnel which she placed gently over his open mouth. Kevin watched in disbelief as she poured the brown, chunky liquid from a toilet bowl into the funnel. It filled up quickly, and before he could protest, she pressed down on his nose, forcing him to inhale the foul stench. He felt the warm, chunky liquid descend down his throat and fill his stomach with pure revulsion. The taste made him want to vomit, but he knew better than to resist.
They worked in sync, pushing their filthy creation down his throat until he felt like he would burst. They took turns filling the funnel from the different toilets, each more disgusting than the last. As his stomach protested, they laughed maniacally, seemingly getting off on his misery. These three young ladies had transformed into monsters right before his eyes.
Finally, they seemed to tire of their twisted game and released him from his bonds. He lay there, panting heavily, completely broken physically and mentally. One of the girls approached him with a small glass of water and watched as he drank gratefully, relief washing over him.
"You're lucky we don't make you eat more," she said, her voice softening slightly. Kevin looked up at her in shock, not understanding how anyone could derive pleasure from such cruelty. But she only laughed and walked away, leaving him there to ponder his fate.
