As the girls indulged in their party, they grew restless and decided to raise the stakes. They turned their attention to their unsuspecting slave, J, who was oblivious to what was about to transpire. Little did he know that he was about to become the center of attention in a very intimate way.
The girls gathered around J, his cock still hard from their previous activities. They giggled and whispered among themselves, planning his next humiliation. Their leader, Diana, stepped forward, wearing a mischievous grin. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Dance for us, slave."
J looked at her confused, not understanding what she meant. "What?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Diana's grin widened and she spoke louder this time, making it clear that there would be no mistake in understanding her command. "Dance for us, slave! Show us how much you love our asses and cock!"
J's heart sank as he realized there was no escape from this. With a heavy sigh, he began to dance, moving his hips and thrusting his crotch towards the girls. They watched with amused expressions, some of them clapping along to the beat.
As J danced, Diana positioned herself behind him and lowered her panties. She sunk to her knees and placed her ass directly in front of J's face, smirking at him as he caught a whiff of her musky scent. "Nice dance moves, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, it's time to show your appreciation."
With that, Diana lowered herself onto J's face, her ass inches from his mouth. He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and taking a tentative taste. To his horror, she was already starting to shit into her panties. J gagged as she began to grind her ass against his face, forcing him to taste her shit.
"That's it, slave," Diana murmured, her voice taking on a darker tinge. "Eat my shit. Prove how much you love us."
The other girls watched with rapt attention, their eyes glinting with excitement. They couldn't wait to do the same to him. As J struggled to cope with the taste and smell of Diana's shit, he could feel the warmth of her feces seeping into his mouth and down his throat.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Diana pulled away, her panties now filled with her slave's saliva and shit. "Good boy," she said, patting him on the head before easing herself off J's face.
Still reeling from the experience, J turned to face the next girl in line. It was already apparent that this was going to be a long, humiliating night filled with indignity and filth. Despite his best efforts to protest or escape, J knew that he was theirs for the taking, and they would use him as they pleased.
