Toilet Slaves Scatology - Newlyweds Defecation celebration - Part 2

Part 2 - Her new husband has a dark secret and she will quickly learn that he is nothing more than a brutal scatologist. Who extracts her feces and uses her holes as he pleases. As she knelt there, soaked in her own shit and pee, she began to understand the gravity of her situation. Her new husband was nothing more than a cruel and sadistic scatologist who delighted in turning his partners into nothing more than toilet slaves. And now, it was her turn to suffer his depraved desires. Her mind reeled as he began to issue his commands. "Clean up your mess, you dirty little toilet slave. Use your tongue to lick up every last drop of piss from the floor. And don't forget to pack your asshole full of shit before you stand up." She shoaled her legs awkwardly, wincing as the cool air hit her sensitive skin, and reached down to her gaping anal opening. She could still feel the thick remnants of his cock and shit inside her, and she knew that there was more to come. Slowly, she began to push against the pressure in her bowels, trying to force out the remaining feces. As she strained, she could feel something slippery oozing from her pussy. Her new masters cock, now fully spent and shrinking inside her, had left her urethra gaping open. Desperate for instruction, she glanced up at him pleadingly. "Oh, I'll show you how to use your pussy," he growled, grabbing her hair and pulling her head roughly towards his swollen cock. "Suck me off, toilet slave, and then maybe you'll be allowed to clean yourself up." She opened her mouth obediently, her gag reflexes overridden by his dominance. She felt him press the head of his cock against her lips and then he began to thrust roughly inside her mouth. She gagged and choked as he fucked her face, the hot salty taste of his spent seed mixing with the metallic tang of her own blood. Finally, he pulled back with a satisfied grunt and glared down at her. "Good girl. Now finish cleaning up your mess." She shook her head in disbelief but knew better than to disobey him. Using her hands and tongue, she worked diligently to clean up the floor beneath her. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel the sickening fullness in her ass as it clenched around the plug of shit inside her. Finally, she stood up and turned back to her new master with a look of resignation on her face. "There is no more for me to clean, Master," she whispered, her voice small and shaky. He smirked, a sick look on his face. "Oh, but there's always more, toilet slave. Now it's time for you to learn your next lesson." With that, he pulled his cock out of his pants and stepped towards her, swinging his hips menacingly. She knew what was coming next; she just wished she'd never fallen in love with him. Another long, painful introduction to the twisted world of scatology and toilet slavery.