Scat-Princess - A Toilet Slave knows what to do
As the scat-princesses entered the room, they could smell the distinct aroma of feces. It was a combination of their previous meals and the waste still lingering on the floor. Their toilet slave, lying on his belly, lifted his head slightly, his gaze drawn to them. He knew what was about to happen and did his best to prepare himself mentally.
"Open wide, toilet slave," one of the princesses commanded. The slave complied, parting his lips as he waited for their next instruction. The princess placed one foot gently on his back, using him as a seat. She sighed contentedly as she released a thick turd, filling his mouth with warm, nasty flavors. The slave did his best to swallow, knowing better than to disobey.
"Pathetic," another princess said, stomping her foot down on his back. He could feel her weight pressing against his body, and another round of feces entered his mouth. This time, he struggled to swallow as he felt her kick him slightly in the side.
"You should be more grateful for our waste," a third princess said, stepping forward to join the others. As they all stood over him, he could feel their hot breath on his face. They were about to use him as their toilet together, and he braced himself for the onslaught.
The first princess squatted down, her plump bottom hanging low. She released a large, smelly turd directly into his mouth, filling it to the brim. Nauseated but obedient, the slave swallowed as much as he could before she was finished.
The second princess followed suit, her tight butthole squeezing out a long, thick log of shit. It coated his tongue and ran down his throat, making him gag. But he knew better than to resist; he had to swallow every last bit.
As the third princess placed her foot on his back, he could feel a rush of urine against his face. She peed directly into his mouth, causing him to cough and splutter. But still, he managed to swallow it all, eager not to anger his mistresses any further.
Finally, they ended their ordeal and stepped away, leaving him alone with his filth-filled mouth. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath and trying to wash away the taste with saliva. His whole body ached from being used as a human toilet, but he also felt a perverse sense of satisfaction knowing that he had pleased his mistresses.
Slowly, he crawled to the bathroom, picked up a toothbrush, and began cleaning his mouth. He knew that he would likely have to taste their waste again soon, but for now, he would relish the clean taste of the bristles against his tongue.
