Scat-Princess Mini Series - Cruel Shitting Session in Patio Part 9 Nataly
Nataly, the tall and dominant beauty, stood over the helpless slave with a strange mix of revulsion and exhilaration on her face. Already, her stomach was churning from the overflowing toilet bowl; yet, she couldn't help but feel a sadistic thrill as she watched the younger girls line up eagerly behind her.
"Take your time, girls," she called out sharply, aiming another vicious kick at the slave's ribs. He let out a muffled moan but didn't move. "Let's see just how much this pathetic excuse for a man can take."
The second Girl in Line swiftly moved forward, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Without hesitation, she bent down and grabbed a fistful of the slave's hair, pulling his head up forcefully. Her asshole loomed large above him, a dark and threatening mouth that promised pain.
"Don't you resist," she hissed, already feeling a hot stream of shit trickling out from inside her. "You're to be our toilet now. Swallow it all. Every. Last. Drop."
And with that, she pushed her shit-filled asshole against the slave's face, forcing the first mouthful of her hot, steaming turd into his gaping mouth. He choked and gagged, struggling weakly as his body was violated in unimaginable ways. But Nataly watched with grim satisfaction as he slowly started to obey, swallowing her excrement as if it were the sweetest nectar.
"Good boy," she purred, her cold eyes flicking over to the next girl in line. She knew the consequences of any resistance – more pain, more humiliation, perhaps even the end of this sick game. So he continued to swallow, his mouth and throat filled with the bitter taste of human feces as the girls lined up to use him as their own personal toilet.
And so it went on, each girl taking her turn to force their shit down the slave's throat until at last they all stepped back, wiping their legs clean with satisfaction. Nataly watched as the youngest girl took a bowl of water and rubbed it over the slave's face, cleansing him of the stench of their excrement.
"Better?" she sneered, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. The slave didn't answer, knowing any response would only earn him more pain. Instead, he lay there in a pile of his own filth, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes. He knew he was no longer a man – not anymore. He was just a thing, a toilet to be used and abused by these cruel, merciless women.
