Scat-Girls - 6 Students P5

The Scat-Girls were in full swing and there was nothing that could stop them now. Six of the most beautiful and wealthy college girls had gathered together to take part in their secret toilet slave worship ritual. The room was filled with the sound of flushing toilets, girls giggling and moaning in pleasure, and the wet, squelching sounds of human waste being transferred from bowl to bowl. In one corner of the room, there was a young man kneeling on a plush, black mat. His gaze was fixated on a row of gleaming toilets before him, each occupied by a different Scat-Girl. His master's instructions were clear: he was to kneel here patiently until one of the toilets flushed and a lady offers him her shit-covered toy. As if on cue, the first toilet flushed and a girl emerged from the stall, a sloppy grin plastered across her face. She held out a long, black dildo covered in her own fecal matter. Without hesitation, the slave patiently took the toy from her trembling hands and bowed his head in respect. With a satisfied moan, the girl returned to her group of friends, leaving the slave alone once again. Minutes passed and the tension began to build within him. He could feel his cock throbbing in anticipation of being filled with the warm, stinking nectar of human waste. Suddenly, another toilet flushed and another girl approached him. This time she held out two toys: one covered in her shit, the other glistening with piss. "Take your pick, slave," she purred, watching him with hungry eyes. The decision was easy for him: he craved the taste of fresh human feces above all else. Gratefully taking the dildo from her hand, he immediately got down on his knees and began worshipping it like a sacred object. He licked every inch of the toy clean, savoring the bitter tang of shit that lingered on his tongue. As he cleaned the toy, he could feel his master's eyes on him, watching his every move with approval. It was then that he realized that he was being presented with an opportunity to prove his worthiness as a toilet slave. With renewed vigor, he rededicated himself to pleasing his mistresses and their disgusting desires. Before he could make his move, another toilet flushed and another girl approached him. This time she held out a tiny plastic cup filled with what appeared to be coffee grounds and a layer of sickly-sweet liquid on top. The aroma was overpowering and immediately sent shivers down his spine. "Drink it all up, slave," she commanded, a cruel smile playing across her lips. Without hesitation, the slave took the cup from her hand and tilted it back, draining the foul liquid in one swift gulp. To his surprise, it tasted sweet and almost refreshing. He could feel the warmth spreading through his belly as he took in the girl's praise. "Good boy," she cooed, ruffling his hair affectionately. It didn't take long for the ritual to become repetitive: a constant cycle of toilet usage, toy cleaning, and waste consumption that left the slave feeling both dirty and oddly satisfied. However, he reminded himself that this was his calling; his destiny had led him here to serve these beautiful, powerful women in their most depraved desires. As more girls joined in the festivities, he could feel himself slipping deeper into a world of filth and darkness...and he loved every minute of it.