Toilet Slaves Scatology - My Mistresses Piss, Puke, and Shit All Over Me - Part 2

As the night wears on, I remain in my humiliating position as a toilet slave, my body slick with piss, my face coated in a thick layer of feces. The two dominant mistresses continue to use me as their personal restroom, with one always standing guard while the other relieves herself.

The first mistress finishes emptying her bowels, and with a smirk, steps back to admire her work. She watches as I struggle to keep my eyes open, my face buried in her mess. She chuckles and looks over to her companion. "It seems like our little toilet slave is still awake. Let's keep him entertained, shall we?"

The second mistress approaches, her demeanor hard and unyielding. She squats down over me, her bare eBehind hovering just above my face. I can't help but tremble in anticipation of what's to come. Without warning, she releases a hot stream of urine directly onto my face, drenching me in her golden nectar. Her expression is one of pure pleasure as she watches my struggle to stay under her control.

"Look at you," she says, her voice dripping with contempt. "A pathetic, worthless slave like you deserves nothing more than our filth. Now, lick me clean, toilet slave." She lifts up her tail and smacks it down against my face, coating my tongue with her foul-smelling anal juices. Tears stream down my face as I lap at her arousal, my mind reeling with the humiliation of my situation.

The first mistress steps forward, a playful glint in her eye. "Why don't we make things a little more interesting?" She grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head up to meet her gaze. "You've been such a good little toilet slave, why don't you earn a reward?"

My heart races as I try to understand her intentions. She smirks knowingly before moving behind her companion, and I realise what she's planning. With one foot, she spreads her friend's legs even wider, revealing her wide, glistening pussy. Then, with surprising gentleness, she positions my face over the juicy orifice, guiding my mouth toward her entrance.

"Take a deep breath, toilet slave," she instructs. "It's going to be a wild ride." As she says this, I feel her pussy lips envelop my mouth, her wet heat surrounding me completely. "Now, suck," she demands. "Suck on my wet, pink slit, and think about how much it would hurt to have my cock cramming down your throat."

I obey, closing my eyes and focusing all my energy on pleasuring her. Her hips buck and grind against my face, and as I taste her essence, I can't help but feel a strange pull between pleasure and disgust. This is a world where I'm not meant to belong, yet somehow, I'm finding myself lost in the thrill of it all.

As I continue to suck on her clit, I feel the second mistress moan in response, her body shuddering with pleasure. A sudden surge of warmth rushes through my cock, and I know what's coming next. Before I can react, she lowers her shiny bare bottom down onto my face, her sphincter relaxing just enough to allow her steaming feces to pour out of her.

The stench is overpowering, but I maintain my composure, continuing to pleasure the first mistress with my tongue while enduring the nauseating smell of her waste. "Good boy," she purrs, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my forehead. "Now, why don't you taste your reward?" She nudges my head towards her ass, and I find myself staring into her anus, mesmerised by the sight of sticky, brown goop leaking from her tight hole.

With trembling hands, I reach up to her butthole, taking a tentative lick. The taste is repulsive, yet it leaves me wanting more. As if sensing my confusion, the second mistress smiles cruelly. "Don't worry, toilet slave," she says. "You'll get used to it." And with that, she sits down heavily on my face, crushing my nose and filling my mouth with the acrid tang of her feces.

As I'm left alone to endure their sickening assault, one thing becomes clear: I am nothing more than a plaything for these two monstrous women. My body, my mind, my soul—all belong to them, to be used and abused however they see fit. And yet, there's a twisted part of me that craves their attention, that longs for the next harsh word or brutal touch. For in this dark, depraved world, it's the only thing keeping me alive.