ScatqueensBerlin - Scatqueens Have Fun with a Human Toilet P1

Lady Kimi, a tall and elegant Scatqueen, was enjoying a leisurely smoke in her luxurious apartment when the unmistakable urge to defecate struck her. She frowned, puffing out a thin stream of smoke from her perfectly shaped ass, and let out a sigh of disappointment. As her asshole began to twitch in anticipation of the imminent dump, she turned her gaze toward her slave, who knelt before her like a living toilet bowl.

The slave's eyes widened in fear as he understood the look on his Mistress's face. He knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His mouth, already open from being used as an ashtray moments before, trembled with anticipation and dread. He could feel drops of saliva forming at the corners of his mouth, and he knew he was about to be used once again.

Lady Kimi took another drag from her cigarette before flicking the butt away carelessly, the ash falling directly onto the slave's open mouth. He didn't dare to close his lips, even though the taste of ash and tobacco mixed with the lingering traces of her earlier piss and feces. He kept his eyes fixed on his Mistress, waiting for his next humiliating task with bated breath.

Lady Domi, another Scatqueen who shared the apartment with Lady Kimi, approached the human toilet slave with a wicked grin on her face. She was smaller and curvier than Lady Kimi, but no less dominant or cruel. In one hand, she held a full bladder, and in the other, she gripped a fat sausage of shit that had been forged in her anus. "Ready for your next task, toilet slave?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure.

The slave couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. He simply nodded, his throat working convulsively as he tried to swallow the lump of fear that had formed there. His eyes fixed on the floor, he steeled himself for what was about to happen.

Lady Domi chuckled darkly, amused by the slave's obvious terror. "Well then," she said, drawing out the moment of anticipation, "why don't you show your appreciation for your Mistresses by opening your mouth wide?" She leaned down, her face just inches from his, her breath hot on his cheeks as she spoke. "You know what they say: an empty mouth doesn't get fed."

The slave forced himself to part his lips, stretching his mouth wide to accommodate her. He could feel his tongue curling reflexively over the back of his teeth, eager for release. He closed his eyes tight, bracing himself for the impact of the bladderful of piss and the solid mass of shit that he knew was coming.

With a cruel smile, Lady Domi unleashed her pent-up stream of urine directly into the slave's open mouth. The water pressure sent shockwaves through his already-weakened system, and he gagged reflexively as the hot, salty liquid filled his throat. He could feel it sloshing around in his stomach, and he knew that there was no way he would be able to swallow it all. But he didn't dare to disobey his Mistress, so he held his breath and endured the burning sensation as best he could.

Once she was finished, Lady Domi stepped back, admiring the effect of her piss on the slave's face and clothes. "Not bad," she grunted, wiping her hands on her leather pants. "Now it's time for the main course."

She gripped the sausage of shit tightly and wiggled it tantalizingly in front of the slave's face. "Open wide," she purred once again, her voice taking on a sultry tone that belied the cruelty in her eyes. "I want you to taste every inch of my shit."

The slave couldn't help himself. A moan of anticipation escaped his lips, and he stretched his mouth even wider. He could feel the acrid taste of his own saliva mixing with the puddle of piss remaining in his mouth, and he knew that the taste of fresh human feces was about to overwhelm him.

Lady Domi positioned herself over the slave's open mouth, and with a sneer of triumph, she released the sausage of shit she'd been holding. It plunged into the slave's gaping mouth, filling his throat and spilling over the sides of his mouth. He could feel it sliding down his esophagus, hitting his stomach with a wet, warm thud. He groaned in ecstasy as he tasted his Mistress's shit, relishing every drop that passed his lips.

When she was finished, Lady Domi withdrew her creation, leaving the slave gasping for breath and struggling to keep his mouth closed against the onslaught of fluids. His face was covered in saliva and piss, and his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasmic experience. But he knew that the fun was only just beginning, and he couldn't wait to see what came next.

Lady Kimi watched her companion's lewd display with interest, her cigarette still dangling from her lips. She grinned, amused by the slave's predicament. "Not bad, Domi," she said, clapping her hands slowly. "Looks like we've got a keeper here. Shall we take turns with him?"

Lady Domi smirked in response, licking her lips with a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down the slave's spine. "I was thinking the same thing," she purred, taking a step closer to her companion. "After all, two can play at this game."

As they circled around him, the slave could feel a stirring in his pants, a sudden rush of blood to his groin that made him realize just how aroused he was. He knew that he was their toy, their plaything, and he loved every moment of it. Even though he was being humiliated and deggraded, he felt a sense of belonging, of being part of something special. And as long as his Mistresses kept him in this state of constant arousal and submission, he would follow them anywhere.

The two Scatqueens shared a knowing glance, and in unison, they?** moved closer to their human ashtray. He could feel their bodies press against him, their warm breath tickling his neck and ear. The smell of their sweat and musk mixed with the lingering scent of feces and piss, creating a heady cocktail that made his head spin.

Lady Domi let out a low growl, her hands deftly reaching under the slave's body to grab hold of his cock. She gave it a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him, and then sank to her knees in front of him. Lady Kimi moved into position behind him, her feet planted firmly on the ground as she reached around to grab his hair. "Okay, toilet slave," she said, her voice low and husky. "Time to clean up."

With that, the two Scatqueens began their dirty work. Using the slave's face and mouth as a toilet bowl, they took turns forcing him to eat their shit and piss, and he loved every moment of it. He could feel his body convulsing with orgasm after orgasm, his seed mixing with their waste as they took turns using him as their personal toilet. And as he lay there, exhausted but entirely satisfied, he knew that he would never want to be anything but their plaything forever.