Toilet Slaves Scatology - Shitting Party On Slave!

The teenage brat always seemed to get her way in life. When she heard her friends talking about trying out shitting on a slave, she couldn't help but be intrigued by the idea. Without hesitation, she asked her parents for one, knowing they wouldn't be able to refuse such a request. Within minutes, an agency had delivered one of their finest slaves right to her doorstep.

Inviting her friends over, the excited brat proudly showed off her new toy. They wasted no time in getting started and hike their skirts up, taking turns sitting on the portable toilet bowl over the slave's face. The stench was unbearable as they eagerly ejected all the shit they could produce onto his eager mouth, rubbing it into his face and hair. The slave was helpless under their command, his only purpose being to serve as their personal human toilet bowl.

As the party continued late into the night, the girls grew bolder in their actions. They no longer just took turns; now they would push each other aside to get to the slave first. Their disdain for basic hygiene only fueled their depravity as they relieved themselves on the unsuspecting victim without any regard for his comfort or well-being. The stench of human waste and urine filled the room, but it only seemed to excite them further.

The slave's mouth grew sore from all the filth forced into it, but he dared not utter a single word of complaint. This was his life now - a living human toilet at their disposal. He couldn't help but imagine the disgusting cocktail of flavors that would fill his mouth next: the bitter taste of urine mixed with the pungent odor of feces. All he could hope for was a quick death, but the girls showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.

Finally, when the night seemed to be winding down, the brat spoke up again. "Guys, we haven't had fun in so long. Let's take it to the next level!" Her friends looked at her with eager anticipation, not knowing what she had in store for them. "You guys queue up here and do your business on him one by one," she commanded, gesturing towards the trembling slave.

One by one, each friend took aim at the unsuspecting slave. The disgusting mixture of piss and shit flew through the air, hitting him in the face and covering his body in an icky layer of their unwanted excretions. The stench was overwhelming, but still, they weren't satisfied. They each wanted to sop up every last drop with their hands and rub it into his skin. When they were finished, they stood back to admire their handiwork, reveling in the filth that now covered the once-proud slave.

As the girls giggled and took selfies with their work of art, the slave couldn't help but feel a twinge of hope. Maybe tomorrow would bring new masters who would free him from this living hell. But as he knew all too well, hope was dangerous in this line of work; he couldn't trust anyone but himself to end this nightmare.

As the girls packed up and left, the slave lay there, covered in their waste. He could only pray for a quick death to end his misery. But for now, he had become nothing more than a walking toilet for these depraved young women, and there was nothing he could do about it.