Natalia Kapretti - Eat slavegirl shits, pathetic shit eater-toilet.

Your pathetic shit-eater, you're going to be a whore tonight. I will dress you in a corset, make you up like the last whore and slut, and give you into the service of my slave girl. Today you will find out how pathetic you are, nonentity. My slave girl Angie enthusiastically took up her new toy, bandaged your cock, and inserted a urethral dilator into your penis. Nipple clamps are now an integral part of your wardrobe, patient - and go with them constantly. We'll paint your lips as bright red as a whore's. Get down on the floor quickly, you're going to eat shit now. Slave girl happily stood over the mouth of her newfound living toilet bowl and began pissing and shitting profusely in his mouth. Come on, eat her shit, you pathetic shit-eater, you’ll be her toilet all the time now.

Natalia Kapretti enjoyed watching the pathetic man on the floor as Angie used him as her personal toilet, shitting repeatedly into his eagerly waiting mouth. The scent of excrement filled the room, mingling with the sweat from their bodies. Natalia smiled as she saw how well Angie was taking care of her new pet. She could hear him gagging on the thick mass of shit in his mouth, but he never refused to take another mouthful. This was exactly what Natalia wanted – a living toilet who would do anything she commanded him to do. And what she had planned for him was even more humiliating than being used as a human garbage disposal unit.

Natalia walked over to a chest of drawers and retrieved a leather harness, which she then connected to the slave's cock. This was just another way of reminding him who was in control – not just through the pain of the urethral dilator or the disgusting taste of shit in his mouth, but also by making him think that perhaps there was some form of pleasure to be had from this degrading situation. As if in response to her silent command, the slave began to rock his hips back and forth, trying to force himself to climax while the slave girl continued to use him as her personal waste disposal system.

The stench of feces and urine was overwhelming, but Natalia couldn't help but feel a sense of power as she watched Angie empty her bowels into the slave's mouth. She was completely under their control now, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was nothing more than a pathetic creature whose only purpose in life was to serve their every whim and desire. As she watched him struggle to swallow another mouthful of shit, Natalia couldn't help but wonder what else she could make him do next.

Later that night, after the slave had been thoroughly used and abused, Natalia decided to retire to her bedchamber. She left Angie in charge of cleaning up the mess they had made, knowing that the sight of her dirty work would be enough to keep the slave content for the time being. As she lay in bed, Natalia couldn't help but smile as she thought about the next day's plans for her toilet. Tomorrow would bring new humiliations, new tasks, and even more disgusting things for him to consume. For now though, she would let him rest – knowing that soon enough he would be ready for whatever twisted fantasies she could conjure up.

The next day began with Natalia waking her toilet and ordering him to clean up the room. He crawled over to where Angie was standing, still wearing the urethral dilator and nipple clamps, and began to clean up the mess they had made. It was a never-ending task, but one that he was all too willing to perform as long as it meant staying in Natalia's good graces. All throughout the day, he was put through a series of degrading tasks, from being used as a human footstool to being forced to eat his own feces from the previous day. Each time he was pushed to his limits, he could only wonder what fresh hell would be waiting for him tomorrow. This was his new life now – a life devoid of dignity or respect, where every moment was spent in servitude to Natalia and Angie. As he lay down on the floor, exhausted from yet another day of humiliation, he knew that there was nowhere else he could go, no one else who would ever want him. He was their toilet, their plaything, their nothing.

The days blurred together into a never-ending stream of degradation and humiliation. The slave grew used to the constant stench of feces and urine, the taste of excrement in his mouth. He learned to anticipate Natalia's every command, knowing that disobedience would only lead to more pain and degradation. In many ways, he had become like an animal, living only to please his masters and survive another day. But even though he was nothing more than a living toilet, there was a perverse comfort in knowing that he belonged to someone – even if that someone saw him as nothing more than a worthless object to be used and abused at their whim.