Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Toilet slave with girls in the sauna

Smelly Milana / Poo19, the infamous toilet slave, found herself in a unique situation. Girls strongly wanting to shit, lined up to use her as their personal toilet. She had become accustomed to this sense of power - and shame - knowing she was merely an instrument for their bodily needs. After serving each girl, Milana was ordered to clean up while they luxuriated in the sauna and swimming pool. It was ironic that they could bathe themselves in warmth and cleanliness while leaving her in a mess of shit and piss. The scent of sweat and cheap perfume lingered in the air as she watched them from a distance. Milana's heart raced with anticipation of the next call of nature. She knew that when they returned, it would be her turn once again to be subjected to their filth. One by one, they emerged from the sauna and pool, their bodies glistening with water and sweat. Christina, a girl with black hair tied up in a bun revealingly damp around her face, caught Milana's eye. There was something different about her today. As Christina approached Milana with a smile on her face, Milana's stomach knotted up. She knew that smile meant something far more disgusting was about to happen. "Milana, I have something special for you today," Christina said softly before pulling down her sweatpants revealing a thick stream of diarrhea pouring out of her ass. She hissed as the warm liquid hit the cold floor. "Don't you just love it when I have diarrhea? You get to feel all the goodies inside me!" Before Milana could respond, Christina forced her head between her legs and rubbed her face in the mess. "Suck it up, toilet slave," she growled, her voice thick with arousal. As Milana cleaned up the mess with her tongue, feeling the corn, nuts, and peel in the sludge, she wondered how much lower she could sink. The bitter taste of Christina's diarrhea filled her mouth, bringing a mix of disgust and arousal to her senses. Finally, Christina finished and stood up, her legs trembling from the release. She zipped up her sweats and sauntered back to the sauna, leaving Milana to clean up the rest. Hours later, Milana was curled up on a small cot in a spare room, trying to sleep through the pain in her aching muscles. She couldn't shake the feeling of being used and degraded, but at the same time, there was a part of her that craved it. As she closed her eyes, she felt a strange sense of contentment. After all, she was doing what she was meant to do – serving these girls with every fiber of her being, even if it meant enduring their filth both physically and emotionally.