Toilet Slaves Scatology - Schoolgirls Shit on Me and I Love It! - Part 3

My juvenile detention experience was something straight out of a nightmare, but little did I know it would be only the beginning. You see, privileged brats like you and me don't just get locked up with hardened criminals, we get... reconditioned. And that usually involves the most depraved and degrading activities one could imagine. In my case, it started with the toilet training. The schoolgirls were already in the advanced stages of their training, using the pipelines throughout the facility to distribute their wastes directly to my face. They were eager to learn more, and their mentors were more than happy to oblige. Soon enough, I was being forced to consume the disgusting substances eagerly pushed into my mouth by their eager fingers. One girl in particular took a liking to me. She was young, barely seventeen, but she had the most piercing eyes and a mischievous smile that sent shivers down my spine. She called herself Eris, after the Greek goddess of discord, and she was determined to make my life a living hell. Under her command, the other girls made me crawl through piles of their filth, licking their legs and asses clean. They laughed as I struggled through the feces, gagging on the rancid smell and taste. Eris was always there, watching me with a cruel glint in her eyes, pushing me further into submission. And then came the day when they finally set the glass bowl before me. It was filled to the brim with their combined urine and feces, and they commanded me to eat the shit like a dog. My stomach churned at the thought, but I knew the consequences of disobedience. So, I lapped up the liquid and solid waste in the bowl like the obedient loser that I was. As I cleaned the bowl with my tongue, the taste of their feces still fresh on my tongue, I couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in my groin. It was a mixture of shame, humiliation, and excitement - an intoxicating cocktail of emotions that I couldn't deny. And as Eris beamed down at me, her hands on her hips, she seemed to sense my arousal. "That's it, slave," she purred, her voice like velvet over steel. "You're starting to understand your place". With that, she pushed me back onto my knees and shoved her dirty finger into my mouth, daring me to resist. But resisting was the last thing on my mind...