Scat-Princess - The Shiteater

The scent of fresh spring flowers filled the air as the Scat-Princesses, Naya and Kara, sat down for a charming picnic by the riverbank. Their pretty faces lit up with excitement as they unpacked an array of delicious treats from their baskets, including freshly baked pastries, ripe fruits, and bottles of sweet wine. The sun shone down upon them, casting a soft glow over their nude bodies. It was a perfect afternoon for indulging in food and fun.

As they continued to eat and chat, their eyes wandered to the nearby tree. A slave was tied up against it, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. His gaze was focused on them, filled with fear and anticipation. Naya grinned wickedly as she realized what they were going to do next. "Oh, don't worry, slave," she cooed, dangling a golden ringlet of hair in front of his face. "We won't make you beg for our shit this time."

Grabbing Naya's ankle, Kara waggled her eyebrows mischievously. "Let's make him taste it first, yes?" She chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with cruel intent. Naya laughed maniacally, the sound echoing through the trees. Together, they walked over to their unsuspecting victim, their hips swaying hypnotically. The slave trembled under their gaze, his heart pounding in his chest.

Kara reached up and grasped the slave's chin firmly, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Open your mouth," she growled, her voice like velvet. The slave shook his head defiantly, tears welling up in his eyes. But Naya was already straddling him from behind, her soft, delicate butthole hovering above his face. Without warning, she lowered herself down upon him, impaling him on her thick, juicy turd. The slave gagged violently as the putrid scent assaulted his nostrils, but he couldn't move an inch. Naya began to grind up and down on him, her body bucking wildly as she found pleasure in his discomfort.

Meanwhile, Kara had approached the slave from behind, her hands touching herself suggestively. She spread her legs wide, allowing him a clear view of her gaping rectum. Slowly, she eased herself down onto his face, submitting herself to the filth she was about to consume. As he began to lick and suck at her anus, she let out a long, drawn-out moan of relief. Naya, sensing her arousal, began to move faster, her fat colossal turd sliding in and out of the slave's mouth like a serpent. The two Scat-Princesses basked in the power they held over this poor, unsuspecting creature, their faces gleaming with perverse satisfaction.

The slaves struggled against his bonds, desperate to escape the filth that was invading his senses. But it was no use. Their shit tasted almost as good as they did, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Kara slipped her hand between her legs, expertly rubbing her clit as she rode his face. Naya leaned forward, her breasts brushing against the slave's cheek. She whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Swallow it all, slave," she purred. "Every last drop. We want to feel your throat ripple with disgust."

With one last thrust, Kara exploded onto the slave's face, painting it with a thick layer of feces. Naya followed suit, emptying her bowels into the slave's waiting mouth. They watched with grim pleasure as he struggled to breathe through the putrid mess, his every gulp sending ripples of satisfaction through their bodies. When they finally pulled away, both Scat-Princesses were breathing heavily, their eyes glistening with triumph.

Kara grinned wolfishly, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. "Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips clean of the last stray bits of shit. "I think it's time for round two, don't you?" Naya nodded vigorously, her gaze fixed on the trembling slave before them. Together, they made their way back over to the tree, their hearts racing with anticipation. The slave could only pray that he wouldn't be found worthy of their attention again. For he knew what lay in store for him should they decide to grace him with their shit once more...