Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pretty Schoolgirl Scats on a Human Toilet - Part 2

Letizia's tummy grumbled incessantly. She was a toilet slave and her job was to take care of her Madame's bowel movement. The thick, putrid smell of human feces and the disgusting taste in her mouth were things she had grown accustomed to over time. What she couldn't stand, however, was the constant gnawing hunger that seemed to devour her insides. She needed food, and fast.

The young schoolgirl had been forced into this life by her own desperation. She had run away from home after her parents discovered her hidden stash of scat pornography; they were mortified and had disowned her. Left with nowhere else to go, she fell in with a group that promised her shelter and safety. Instead, they had sold her to the highest bidder, like an animal at a market.

Now, chained up to a human toilet, Letizia had become an expert at cleaning up after her Madame. The woman had an insatiable appetite for her slave's company and used her as nothing more than a human toilet bowl. Each day, Letizia would wake up to the same routine: forced-feeding followed by hours of using the toilet while her mistress relieved herself into her open mouth.

The smell was nauseating, and the taste even worse. But Letizia had learned to cope with it. To survive, she had to push aside her revulsion and focus on the task at hand. It wasn't easy; sometimes, the stench would make her gag and her eyes water uncontrollably. But she forced herself to take deep breaths and concentrate on pleasing her mistress.

As Letizia sat above the human toilet, she pushed hard to get the solid shit out of her tight asshole. It was like trying to squeeze out a litmus test from a damp sponge. Slowly but surely, however, she felt it move through her bowels and out into the waiting toilet below. The poop fell noisily onto the human toilet's willing and eager mouth, causing him to groan in ecstasy as he savored every disgusting morsel.

Finally, Letizia was finished. She wiped her tender asshole clean with a wet wipe, wincing at the burning sensation it caused. Then, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips, proud of herself for doing such a good job. Her mistress let out a satisfied sigh, her large breasts heaving in the confines of her corset. She reached over and patted Letizia's head like a dog, rewarding her with a sugary treat for a job well done.

Despite the taste, Letizia chewed the treat slowly, savoring the sweetness. It was the only source of nourishment she got all day, and she didn't want to waste a single bite. As she swallowed the last morsel, she heard her mistress getting up from the toilet. With a sense of dread, she knew what was coming next. But she resolved to bear it, because that was her job—her duty as a toilet slave.

Letizia closed her eyes and braced herself as her mistress approached. The older woman stood over her, her thighs parted eagerly, already filling the air with the pungent scent of her bowel movement. Letizia lowered her head, preparing for another round of degradation and humiliation. But somewhere inside her, there was a small glimmer of hope. A hope that one day, she would find a way to break free from this horrific existence and reclaim her life.