ScatqueensBerlin - Hanging Pig

In a luxurious bathroom, Lady Christina, Lady Catherine, and Mistress Michelle stood over their toilet slave, who was tied up and suspended from the ceiling. His head was positioned just above a golden toilet seat, and he could feel the relentless pounding of his heart in his ears. The three dominatrixes chuckled maliciously as they looked down upon their helpless victim. Lady Christina lifted her foot and placed the tip of her stiletto against the slave's tongue. "Open wide, pig," she commanded, her tone cold and harsh. The slave obeyed without hesitation, forcing his mouth open to reveal his empty stomach. Lady Catherine grinned wickedly as she stepped forward, her stiletto in her hand. She approached the slave's face and slipped the toe of her shoe between his lips. "Suck on that, slave," she hissed, pushing the shoe deeper into his mouth. Mistress Michelle retrieved a small dish from a nearby table and approached the slave. She dipped her finger into the viscous mixture inside the dish and scooped up some of the snot she had produced earlier. "This is for your master's taste," she said, her eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. She reached over to the hanging slave and forced his mouth open wider, stuffing his mouth full of her saliva-snot concoction. The slave whimpered, struggling to breathe through his constricted airways. Meanwhile, Lady Catherine kicked back against the wall, watching as her cohorts tortured the hapless slave. She crossed her arms over her chest, admiring her own reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, she grinned, bent down, and pulled her skirt up, baring her plump buttocks to the slave. "Now," she said, her voice rising in excitement. "I want you to taste your mistress's ass." Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the slave by the hair and forced his face against her tight bottom. He opened his mouth, feeling his tongue touch the warm, smelly skin as he tried desperately to avoid tasting any further. As the three women continued to toy with their slave, none of them noticed the small, dark stain that was slowly growing in the golden toilet bowl beneath him. It spread and spread, expanding until it was big enough to hold the breakfast of a small family. And then, without warning, it began to rise from the bowl, hit by the slippery, foul-smelling force of gravity. The ladies looked up in shock, just as the first glob of shit hit the slave between the eyes. "No," Lady Christina gasped, dropping her shoe to the floor. "Not our slave." But it was too late; the shit was coming fast now, splattering against the slave's body and filling his mouth. He choked and gagged, struggling against his bonds as he was forced to swallow the filth that was being pumped into him. The three women watched in horror as their toilet slave became a soaking, steaming mess. The relentless flow of shit continued, coating every inch of him and filling his stomach until he looked like a grotesque parody of a human being. And still, it came, relentless and merciless. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. The bathroom was silent for a long moment. Finally, Mistress Michelle broke the awful stillness. "He was just a worthless pig anyway," she said, her voice soft but cold. "Let's wash up and find another pathetic slave to play with." And with that, she turned and walked towards the shower, leaving the soiled and humiliated slave to dangle from his chains, alone in the filthy aftermath of his torment.