Toilet Slaves Scatology - Dominatrix Female Police Officers Entertain Themselves with Prisoner!

In the wee hours of the morning, two female police officers found themselves with some unexpected down time. As seasoned dominatrixes, they knew just how to entertain themselves. With a criminal suspect locked away in their cellar, they saw an opportunity to indulge in some good, old-fashioned scat play. They descended into the dank basement, the chains rattling ominously as they made their way down the stairs. Their prisoner, a man of no particular standing in society, trembled in fear as they approached. He knew what they wanted and he didn't like it one bit. "Get up, slave," one of the officers commanded. The prisoner struggled to obey, his legs shaking like jelly as he attempted to stand. The women grabbed him roughly by his bound wrists and pulled him to his feet. Back in their office, the women unceremoniously stripped the man of his clothes, leaving him naked and exposed. They then bound his hands and feet with thick strips of leather, ensuring that he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. The dominant female officers then proceeded to take turns urinating into a makeshift funnel they had fashioned out of an old water bottle. The piss flowed steadily, drenching the helpless man beneath them. He could do nothing but moan in horror as the warm, stinging liquid poured down his throat. They made sure to leave him with enough to choke on, causing him to gag repeatedly from the bitter taste of piss. After the women had their fill of desecrating their captive with their golden nectar, they moved on to the final act of humiliation. One of the officers straddled the prisoner, her full breasts swaying enticingly as she lowered herself onto his bound cock. She began sliding back and forth, stroking it in a lazy, deliberate motion that was both torturous and arousing. She leaned in close to his ear, whispering dirty, filthy things that made him want to both scream and beg for more. The other officer watched with a cruel smile, her face flushed with excitement. She, too, took her turn, grinding her hips down onto the prisoner's cock. They worked in tandem, taking turns both torturing and pleasuring their helpless captive. The man's cries of ecstasy and pain mingled together in a cacophony of lust and misery. Finally, the women climaxed simultaneously, their moans of pleasure echoing through the empty halls. Satisfied and spent, they rose from their position of dominance, leaving the prisoner to clean up the mess they had made. As they walked away, the women glanced back at the man, still bound and defiled on the floor. They exchanged a smirk, knowing full well that they had left him ruined for any kind of normal relations with women for the foreseeable future. With that, they returned to their duties, content in the knowledge that they had found the perfect way to pass the time during their night shift.