ScatqueensBerlin - The Measure P2

The scatqueens were in an excellent mood. Today, they had a real toilet slave in front of them. He was completely obedient and ready for anything. They had already taken a lot of effortless pleasure from him and were now looking forward to the main course.

They sat down on the comfortable toilet seats, each with their own slave, and laughed wickedly. The slaves trembled with anticipation, knowing that they were about to be used as receptacles for their mistresses' filth.

One of the scatqueens, tall and blonde with blue eyes, leaned forward and spoke softly into her slave's ear. "Now you have to swallow the shit. We're going to stuff it deep into your mouth. And to help you swallow better, we'll also spit and piss on you." She giggled maliciously and leaned back again.

The slave opened his mouth obediently, anticipating the disgusting treat. The queen below him, brunette with perky breasts, reached down between her legs and picked up a large turd. She held it up in one hand and then, with a wicked smile, thrust it into the slave's mouth.

His eyes watered as he felt the cold, hard mass pushing against the back of his throat. He gagged reflexively but couldn't push it back out. The queen grasped his hair firmly and held his head still while she shoved another piece of shit into his mouth. Soon, his face was covered in fecal matter.

The remaining scatqueens joined in, each taking a turn shoving their own feces into the slave's gaping mouth. They pushed and pulled at the shit with their fingers, teasing and taunting him as he struggle to swallow it all.

One of the queens, a petite redhead, straddled the helpless slave and lowered her pussy onto his face. She moaned with pleasure as he lapped at her juices, using him as a footstool for her orgasm.

As she came down from her high, she spat directly into the slave's mouth. He choked on a mix of saliva, pussy juice, and spit. The queens laughed hysterically at his helplessness.

Finally, the goddess of the group, a statuesque blonde with an imposing figure, stood up. She was holding a pitcher of water and a glass. She slowly poured the water into the glass, watching as each drop hit the side of the container. Then, she leaned over the slave and slowly poured the entire contents of the glass onto his face.

The cold water mixed with the filth on his face, creating a repulsive yet arousing cocktail. The slave looked up at her with adoration, his mind clouded by the mixture of fear and arousal coursing through his body. "Good boy," she said softly before leaning down and kissing him on the forehead.

The queens rose from their seats, pleased with their accomplishment. They had shown their power once again, dominating the helpless toilet slave until he was nothing more than a vessel for their filth. They strutted out of the room, triumphant, leaving behind a trail of waste and humiliation.