ScatqueensBerlin - Missy and Chrissy - Shiteater Day2 Part2

As Lady Missy continued her relentless torment of her toilet slave, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power over the pathetic creature. She had just used her bare hands to force-feed him her fresh feces, causing him to gag and retch uncontrollably. Now, she pulled out a cattle prod from behind her throne, watching with delight as fear crossed the slave's expressionless face. "This is going to be fun," she purred, taking a step closer to him. "I'm going to make you swallow every last drop of this delicious shit, and then you're going to thank me for it." Her words were met with muffled gasps for air as he struggled against the chains that bound him. She raised the cattle prod above her head, ready to strike him anywhere she wanted. The electric current crackled in the air, and he let out a whimper as she brought it down hard against his chest, making him arch his back in pain. "Now listen carefully, toilet slave," she hissed, her breath hot on his ear. "You will swallow every drop of my piss and shit, or I will keep shocking you until your pathetic little heart gives out." Her words sent shivers down his spine, but he knew there was no escape from this torment. He opened his mouth unwillingly as she approached him with the cattle prod once again, this time aiming it at his throat. The electric shock ran through him as she struck him, making him quiver and gag. But still, he swallowed the putrid mixture of feces and saliva that coated his tongue. Lady Missy smiled cruelly, hearing his stomach churn with each new swallow. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his head back as she reached into her mouth with her other hand. She carefully removed a thick wad of phlegm from her throat, grunting as she worked it free. She slowly lowered it into the slave's mouth, allowing a bit to dribble over his chin before pushing the rest inside with the heel of her hand. The slave's eyes rolled back in his head, and he felt like he was going to be sick again. But he knew there was no escape from this twisted game. He swallowed the last bit of Lady Missy's phlegm, relieved when she finally let go of his hair and stepped back. "Good boy," she purred, running a finger along the chains that bound him. "Now clean up the mess you've made, and don't forget to thank me." With a sigh of resignation, the slave leaned forward and began to lick the floor clean – every last bit of his mistress's waste. And when he was finished, he lifted his head slowly and looked up at her with haunted eyes. "Thank you, my lady," he whispered hoarsely. "Thank you for your delicious gift." Lady Missy laughed cruelly, her dark eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure. She knew she had complete control over this pathetic creature, and she intended to keep it that way.