Toilet Slaves Scatology - Spoiled Brats Hire a Toilet Slave to Clean Their Assholes!

Welcome to Toilet Slaves Scatology, where the wealthiest and most spoiled brats in the world come to indulge in their unique fetish for toilet slavery. Today's story features a group of three such women, each more depraved than the next, who have hired the services of a loyal toilet slave to clean their filthy assholes. Meet our first slave, known simply as "the human toilet". His job is to be at the beck and call of these wealthy women, ready to take their shits whenever they please. When he's not in use, he spends his days cleaning their extravagant homes, scrubbing their toilets, and making sure every surface is squeaky clean. But his true purpose remains hidden from the outside world - he exists solely to serve these women's most perverse desires. As the story begins, the women are gathered in their luxurious bathroom, discussing their plans for the day. They each sip on champagne while sitting on gold-plated toilets, their brightly colored skirts pooling around them like waterfalls. One of the women, a tall, blonde goddess with a figure that could stop traffic, turns to the human toilet and smirks. "It's time, slave," she says. The human toilet approaches, trembling with anticipation. He bows deeply before her, his face buried in her scent gland, inhaling her intoxicating aroma. "Please, mistress," he begs. "May I have the honor of cleaning your asshole?" She stands up slowly, her long legs spreading apart invitingly. "Of course, slave," she replies, her voice dripping with seduction. "But first, I want to use your tongue to clean my asshole. Bend over and show me what a good little toilet slave you can be." Without a word, the human toilet obeys. He kneels before her, his face inches from her perfect ass, taking in the warm, musky scent of her rectum. She lowers her tight little asshole into his waiting mouth, and he starts to worship it, licking and sucking her delicate anus as though it were the sweetest treat in the world. As he's busy pleasuring his mistress, the second woman, a curvy redhead with big tits and even bigger attitude, struts into the bathroom. She spots the human toilet's ass buried in her friend's crotch and lets out a sultry laugh. "Looks like someone's been busy," she says, kicking off her stilettos and climbing onto the empty gold-plated toilet. She drops her panties, revealing her hairy pussy and plump asshole. "I think you've got some cleaning to do," she snarls, spreading her cheeks and presenting her dark, gaping anal hole to the human toilet. "Go on, get to work." The human toilet mumbles an apology, still facing his current task. He stands up, his cock stretched and aching with anticipation. He positions himself behind the redhead, his tongue curling in excitement as he prepares to lick her clean. And so it goes, from one asshole to the next. The third and final woman, a prim and proper blonde with a wicked gleam in her eye, takes her turn riding the human toilet's face, grinding her hips against his mouth as he fills it with her warm, fragrant shit. When she's finished, she steps back, eyeing him with a sense of satisfaction. "You're a good slave," she says, patting him on the head. "Now, you're no stranger to cleaning up shit, are you?" Before he can answer, she lifts her skirt, revealing her pale, plump ass to him. "Clean me up, slave," she demands, spreading her cheeks as wide as possible. The human toilet doesn't hesitate. He knows his place, and he knows his duty. He gets on his hands and knees, positioning himself between her legs, and uses his tongue to clean her asshole. The three women watch with detached fascination, their eyes flickering between each other's asses and the human toilet's face, taking in the sweet scent of their own feces. And so the cycle continues, over and over again. The women take turns riding the human toilet's face, using him as their personal asshole cleaner. They chant his name like a mantra, their rich, melodic voices blending together in an eerie harmony. The sound of slapping ass and splashing water is the only accompaniment to their twisted ritual. It's a never-ending cycle of power, control, and excrement. The women are in a state of constant arousal, their need for the human toilet's services greater than their own. He, on the other hand, is a willing participant, ready to serve at any time. He knows that this is his purpose, his destiny, and he will fulfill it until the very end. As the sun sets over their opulent estate, the women finally tire of their little games. They dismiss the human toilet with a flick of their wrists, their diamond-encrusted bracelets reflecting the dim light of their chandelier-lit bathroom. They leave him there on the floor, spent and covered in their filth, but content in the knowledge that he has served them well. And so ends another day in the life of the human toilet, a slave to the wealthiest, most depraved women in the world. But he doesn't mind. He knows that this is where he belongs, in the pits of their sick and twisted fantasies. And he will gladly take their shit, clean their assholes, and worship their every orifice until the day he dies.