Scat-Princess - Toilet Slave pukes and pukes Part 2

Welcome back, are you ready for more of our loyal toilet slave's adventures? In this second part, our slave's initiation period continues where he serves his Scat-Princess with all his heart. As we left off in Part 1, our slave had just finished cleaning up the royal chambers and was ready for his next task: becoming a human toilet. The Scat-Princess, glistening with sweat and satisfaction, commanded the slave to kneel before her. She glared down at him with an icy stare that sent shivers down his spine. "Beg for it," she hissed. The slave trembled but obeyed, "Please, Scat-Princess... may I... be your toilet?" He quivered, waiting for her response. With a grin that revealed her sharp teeth, the princess nodded her head. "You may," she purred, her voice now dripping with cruel intent. And so, the slave's new role began. He had no choice but to submit and take the princess's filth. As she stepped onto her slave's trembling back, he felt her warm, sticky excrement oozing down his spine and onto the cold marble floor. With each passing moment, the slave grew more and more nauseated by the stench and taste of feces in his mouth. Despite his protests and pleas for mercy, the Scat-Princess continued to use him as her toilet, taking long, painful dumps time and time again. Our helpless slave had no choice but to watch his masterbate to the disgusting act, feeling his own arousal clash with the revulsion in his stomach. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to our poor toilet slave, the princess was finished. She stepped off of him, revealing a thick layer of dried feces covering his back. With a twisted grin, she turned to leave, saying over her shoulder, "Next time, you'll have to beg harder." As the door slammed shut behind her, our slave collapsed onto the cold floor, retching and heaving until there was nothing left in his stomach. The taste of his own vomit mixed with the unholy cocktail of feces and saliva that still lingered in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he contemplated the horrors that had just befallen him. Yet, through it all, there was an undeniable element of sexual arousal that refused to leave him. It was a sick, twisted part of his mind that found pleasure in the endless humiliation and degradation he was forced to endure. The Scat-Princess had truly made a slave out of him – body, mind, and soul.