In the shadowy dungeon, the scat-princesses were reigning supreme. Their toilet slave was bruised and exhausted, but they weren't finished with him yet. They lifted him to his feet, his legs trembling under the weight of his own exhaustion and the weight of their expectations.
"You've done well," Lady Amber murmured, running a fingertip down his cheek. "But you can do better."
Mistress Lily grinned wickedly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Let's see how many girls you can take," she laughed.
The other princesses eagerly agreed, their eyes glinting with anticipation. Without further ado, they turned their attention to the unfortunate slave.
Sofia stood before him, eyes blazing with hunger. She wore a skimpy bikini that barely contained her voluptuous figure, and her brown curls tumbled around her bare shoulders. With a wicked smile, she drew his face close to hers and whispered against his lips, "You'll be my toilet today."
Before he could protest, she gripped him firmly by the hair and guided his face towards her plump, bare ass. He felt her warmth wash over his face as she gently released a soft, squishy turd into his awaiting mouth. His lips parted, and the putrid stench of shit filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes, forcing the disgust down as he swallowed the mess she had given him.
Sofia let out a satisfied moan, her hips gently grinding against his face in a teasing rhythm. She was getting turned on by his obedience, and it showed in the way she ground her hips harder against his face, her shit threatening to overflow from his mouth.
As she pulled away, she handed him a toilet brush, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Now clean it up," she commanded, pointing at the mess she had left in the corner.
The slave gagged, his stomach churning at the thought of swallowing any more of her feces. But he knew the consequences of disobedience, and he couldn't afford to disappoint them.
Trembling, he knelt before the pile of shit, his face twitching at the unbearable stench. Slowly, he prodded the toilet brush into the mess, scrubbing it back and forth until it was clean. And so it went, one princess after another depositing their treasures into his unwilling mouth until he was nothing more than a toilet slave, living to serve their every dirty need.
Part 12: The final blow.
