EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Kennya and friend whipping and feeding Faith

Kennya and her friend arrived at the dungeon, eager to continue their session with the slave who was already kneeling waiting for them. The room was dimly lit, only candles illuminating the space as Kennya's friend, dressed in black leather like herself, walked towards the whipping bench. She grabbed a hard whip and began to whip the bound slave's back, making loud cracks that echoed through the room as she did so. "Take it, you worthless piece of filth!" she screamed at him, slapping his face hard enough to make it sound like a gunshot. The slave winced in pain but did nothing else, his eyes locked on hers as if begging for mercy. Meanwhile, Kennya stood behind them with a smirk on her face, running her fingers along the rough leather of her own outfit. She was wearing nothing underneath, and the frigid air made little goosebumps form on her skin as she watched her friend torment the helpless slave. "That's enough for now," Kennya finally said, interrupting the brutal whipping session. The slave's back was covered in red welts and fresh wounds, but there was no sign of blood yet. They were skilled at what they did, making sure not to draw blood. Kennya's friend grabbed a bucket filled with human waste and began to pour it over the slave's head, coating him in a layer of shit. The stench was overwhelming even from where Kennya stood, but she didn't flinch or show any discomfort. Now it was Kennya's turn to take charge. She knelt down in front of the slave, her face just inches away from his. "Open your mouth," she commanded coldly, grabbing a handful of his hair to make sure he obeyed. The slave opened his mouth hesitantly, fearing what was coming next. Kennya's friend grinned wickedly as she approached with a gloved hand, smeared with feces. She shoved it into the slave's mouth, forcing him to gag on her filth. "Now swallow," Kennya said, her voice dripping with venom. "Swallow it all." The slave tried to resist at first, but Kennya's grip on his hair was too strong. He swallowed as much as he could, feeling the warm, disgusting substance slide down his throat. It didn't take long before he was forced to beg for mercy, pleading with them to stop feeding him their filth. But Kennya and her friend were in no hurry. They took their time, forcing the slave to consume every last drop of their waste. Finally, when they were satisfied that he had no more room left in his stomach, they released him from the bench and stood back, admiring their handiwork. The slave was a pathetic sight; covered in welts, tears streaming down his face, and a thick coating of shit on his body. But it was just another day in the dungeon for EatingAllShitFromGoddesses.