ScatqueensBerlin - Bad Painted P3

ScatqueensBerlin - Bad Painted P3

The toilet slave waited anxiously as the Scatqueens left the room. He knew what was coming and his cock twitched in anticipation. When they returned, they weren't alone. A new addition to their party, Mistress Michelle, stood at the door with a smug grin on her face. She was dressed in a revealing black body suit that showed off her curves and left very little to the imagination. Two long legs ended in high heels, making her seem even taller than she already was.

The other Scatqueens ushered the toilet slave into the center of the room. His cock, now hard with anticipation, stuck straight out from his body. Mistress Michelle walked over to him, wearing a predatory grin on her face. She lowered herself down until she was eye level with him, her breasts nearly pressing against his chest.

Without warning, she spit a copious amount of saliva onto his chest. The toilet slave flinched, but didn't move away. He knew better than to disobey them. "Now, eat that like a good little toilet slave," she purred, gesturing towards the large pile of fresh shit in front of him. Her words sent chills down his spine, but he couldn't help the surge of arousal that coursed through his body.

For the first time, the toilet slave truly felt like he was at the mercy of these powerful women. As he began to dig into the pile with a silver spoon, his eyes never left Mistress Michelle's. She watched him intently as she kicked her legs back and forth, enjoying every moment of his humiliation and degradation. In between bites of shit, he even managed to catch her eyes drifting down towards his cock, hard and throbbing under her gaze. He couldn't help but wonder what she would do next...

As if reading his mind, Mistress Michelle stalked over to where he was eating. She reached down and took hold of his cock, squeezing it tightly. The toilet slave couldn't help but moan in pleasure. "You like this, don't you?" she hissed in his ear, a mocking tone in her voice. "You're enjoying being our pathetic toilet slave, aren't you?" She leaned back to look at him, her face twisted in disgust. "Well, just remember that we can take it away at any time. You're nothing without us, toilet slave."

With that, she pulled away from him and walked back over to the pile of shit. She unzipped her fly, slid her leather pants down around her ankles, and forcefully pushed her dripping wet pussy onto his face. "Drink up," she growled. "Every fucking drop." The toilet slave closed his eyes and obeyed, taking in the bitter taste of her pussy mixed with the putrid scent of shit. This was his life now. His every moment devoted to the pleasure and disgust of the Scatqueens, but he wouldn't have it any other way...