Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Girls feed mummified slave with shit

In a dark room, four stunningly beautiful women stood over a mummified slave. This was Milana's home, a place where she lived out her scatological fantasies without shame or reservation. Today was no different. As Milana looked down at the bound form beneath her, she couldn't help but feel an insatiable urge welling up inside of her. She turned to the other women and nodded - it was time for another feeding.

First came Poo19, strolling confidently forward as if she owned the room. She was dressed impeccably in a sleek black corset that hugged her form tightly. In one hand, she held a large metal plate piled high with fresh, steaming feces. In the other, she grasped a pole that kept the plate steady. Her eyes locked on the shivering form below as she approached. "Open wide, slave," she commanded, her voice echoing through the still air.

The slave opened its mouth obediently, exposing its tongue and the interior of its throat. Poo19 positioned the plate carefully above its face, allowing the intoxicating scent of her shit to waft down onto its tongue. The slave closed its eyes, willing itself to savor every moment of this intense degradation. Finally, Poo19 gave a slight shove, sending the plate tumbling forward onto the slave's open mouth.

The slave gagged, feeling the warm, soft mass of feces press against the back of its throat. It forced itself to swallow, willing itself to become used to this new sensation. As it did so, it relished in the feeling of being used as nothing more than a personal toilet by these dominant women.

Next up was Mistress Scatopia. She too was dressed impeccably, this time in a sleek leather catsuit that clung to her body like a second skin. In one hand, she held a small spoon, while the other rested on her slender hips. Walking towards the slave, she leaned down and whispered in its ear. "You love this, don't you, slave? You love being our toilet." The slave could only nod in response, feeling a flush of arousal wash over it.

Mistress Scatopia positioned the spoon above the slave's gaping mouth, dribbling a thin line of thick, rich feces onto its tongue. Slowly, she fed the slaver more and more of her excrement, each mouthful making the slave feel increasingly degraded yet aroused beyond belief. As she finished, she leaned back with a satisfied smile, knowing that she had once again reduced the slave to nothing more than a willing receptacle for her waste.

The third woman to approach was Mistress Toilet. She was dressed in a simple maid outfit, complete with a frilly apron and a jaunty little hat. In her hands, she held a large syringe filled with an unsettling brown liquid. Walking towards the slave, she stopped short and raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready for this, slave?" she purred, her voice low and threatening.

The slave nodded vigorously, unable to contain its excitement. Mistress Toilet positioned the syringe above the slave's open mouth, pushing the plunger down slowly. The thick liquid oozed out, filling the slave's mouth and leaving it gagging from the overwhelming taste and texture of her feces. As she withdrew the syringe, she winked at the trembling form below, knowing that it would be begging for more soon enough.

Finally, it was Milana's turn. She stood over the slave, her body shimmering in the dim light of the room. In her hands, she held a gleaming golden tray adorned with fresh fruit and pastries. Walking towards the slave, she smiled down at it, her teeth sparkling against her olive complexion. "You have been such a good little toilet for us today," she cooed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the slave's forehead. "Now it's time for a little treat."

On the tray lay a small square of chocolate cake, daintily decorated with white frosting. Ignoring the cake for now, she slowly lowered her underwear, revealing a pair of perfectly formed, glistening butt plugs buried deep within her tight rear entrance. "You know what to do," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. With trembling hands, the slave reached out and gently pulled the plugs from her ass, feeling the warm, slick surface slide out of her grasp. It held them up to Milana as if they were a trophy, before placing them carefully on the golden tray next to the chocolate cake.

Finally, Milana climbed onto the slave, pushing her panties to the side. She lowered herself down onto its face, her moist folds engulfing its nose and mouth. The slave began to breathe in deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her pussy mixed with the feces it had already consumed. Milana grasped the chocolate cake with one hand, tearing off a large hunk that dipped into the sticky mess between her legs. With a wicked smile, she lowered it into the slave's mouth, allowing it to taste the last drops of her sweet, rich juices mixed with the foulest of excrements. As she pulled away, she grinned down at the shivering form below, knowing that it would be begging for more the moment her eyes met its own.

And that was exactly what happened. The slave looked up at Milana, a hungry expression on its face. She laughed softly and leaned down, positioning a fresh plug for the slave's waiting ass. "Now," she purred, "let's get started on your next feeding." The slave nodded eagerly, ready to embrace its role as Milana's personal toilet once more.