Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Scat tournament - Vitaliy and Bernard. Who won?

In the dimly lit room, the scent of feces and sweat filled the air as two men were pinned down, their bodies used as footstools for the dominating women. Milana, wearing a pair of black stilettos, leaned over Vitaliy, her freshly voided turd oozing from his lips. She glared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and malice as she pressed down harder on his chest. Bernard, on the other hand, lay beneath Christina who wore hard shoes, her full bladder threatening to burst at any moment. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy, but she offered none. She pushed her hand against his face, forcing him to open his mouth wider to accommodate her thick liquid shit. Their mistresses circled around them, watching as their slaves struggled underneath their weight. "Vitaliy," Victoria's voice purred. "You've been such a good boy, haven't you?" Her shit-coated stilettos dug into his torso, leaving behind gaping wounds that oozed with every move she made. "And Bernard," Christina joined in, her voice cold and unforgiving. "I can see that your mouth is filled with my piss. It tastes like victory, doesn't it?" Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived. It was time for the scat tournament to begin. Victoria released her hold on Vitaliy and stepped aside, her heels clicking against the floor. She squatted down, her ass jutting out, waiting for him to take his turn. Terror filled Vitaliy's mind as he watched his opponent eagerly engulf Milana's freshly deposited feces. He knew what he had to do, but the thought made him nauseous. As he opened his mouth, his body began to revolt against the putrid taste of Christina's piss that still lingered in his mouth. He tried to vomit, but the pain in his chest was too intense. He closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come. Milana watched as Vitaliy tried to swallow her load, a wicked grin forming on her lips. She gave him a moment before pushing him down towards Victoria's ass. Vitaliy gagged as he felt the cool air hit his tongue, and then he was engulfed in warmth. Victoria's ass filled his mouth, pushing against his nose and cheeks. He could feel her sphincter clenching and releasing as she played with him like a puppet. Meanwhile, Bernard continued to struggle under Christina's weight. His eyes were filled with despair as he tried to keep up with her rapid pace. She pushed harder against his face, and he could feel her bladder about to burst. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head, telling him to stop fighting and just let go. The release was overwhelming. The warm liquid flowed down his throat, filling him up in an instant. His stomach churned from the taste, but he couldn't bring himself to vomit. He was completely at Christina's mercy. The air was thick with anticipation as everyone waited for the result of the tournament. Neither Vitaliy nor Bernard moved an inch, their bodies forged into positions of submission under their mistresses' feet. Finally, Victoria broke the silence. "I declare Bernard the winner of this round," she announced, her voice echoing through the room. "He has shown true dedication by consuming not only my shit, but also the copious amounts of piss that filled his mouth." With that, Victoria kicked Vitaliy away from her, sending him sprawling across the floor. She stepped off her stilettos, revealing fresh wounds on his chest. Bernard watched in horror as Milana leaned over him, her beautiful face twisted in anger. "You win?" she spat. "You think you win? You have no idea what's coming for you." She positioned herself over his face, her pussy dripping with anticipation. "Now, it's time for me to claim my prize."