Toilet Slaves Scatology - Brutal Piss Mistresses and a Slave!

Eiji was presented before his two mistresses, the older one smiling cruelly at how pathetic he looked, with his mouth wide open and eagerly begging for their foul-smelling piss. The older mistress had been holding her urine for hours and was anxious to unload it into the slave's unworthy mouth. She savored the scene before her, enjoying watching as he prostrated himself before them. Her golden colored piss was thick and stale from being held in for so long, but that only seemed to enhance its repulsive charm. The younger mistress, eager to join in the fun, giggled maliciously and aimed her stream of urine directly at the slave's face. The stinging liquid splashed into his eyes and creamed his skin with a salty toner that made his body tingle with anticipation. Her pee was much lighter and brighter yellow than her companion's, indicating that it was freshly produced and prepared specifically for consumption by those who had been specially trained like him.

The younger mistress's aim was slightly off, splattering some of the liquid onto the slave's chest and stomach. This only served to further excite him, his cock hardening at the thought of being drenched in their waste. The older mistress took this as a sign of his devotion and released her own torrent of piss into his mouth. It was thick and syrupy, coating his tongue and filling his belly. He swallowed dutifully for a full minute, trying not to gag on the vile mixture that now filled him. His empty stomach squirmed from the taste and thickness of the fluid, but he forced himself to keep going.

The younger mistress stepped back, her bladder now satisfied by the sight of her companion's submission. She began to strip off her clothes, revealing her naked body to the slave, covered only by her filthy, yellow urine. She smiled wickedly at him, knowing that she was the one who had control over his fate. Her piss dripped from her body, creating a puddle beneath her feet as she moved closer to the slave.

Eiji felt himself growing harder at the sight of her body, covered in his urine. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging to be allowed to taste her pee once more. She smiled evilly and stepped even closer, her fetid stream of urine dribbling onto the ground between them. With one last look of defiance, she pulled her wad of sodden tissues from her crotch and slapped it into his open mouth. He savored the taste, the salty tang mingling with the metallic flavor of his own piss.

The two mistresses spent the next few hours making the slave perform a series of humiliating acts, all designed to test his loyalty and devotion to them. They made him lick up every last droplet of their urine, forcing him to drink it like a thirsty animal. They smeared it over his body, covering him in a thin layer of their waste. And when they were finally satisfied, they left him there, curled up in a ball on the cold, filthy floor, his mind reeling from the events of the evening. But even as he lay there, he knew that he would do it all again if they asked, for the chance to prove himself to his mistresses.