Toilet Slaves Scatology - Unwanted SCAT THREESOME! - P 2

The blindfolded woman squirmed helplessly on the bathroom floor, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with layers of zip-ties. Her heart raced frantically as she felt the weight of the devious couple pressing down on her, their hot breath whispering across her ear. They were two scat enthusiasts who had taken it upon themselves to make this innocent woman their unwilling participant in a depraved scatological experiment. The husband chuckled darkly, pressing his hard cock against her shivering pussy, "You know what happens next, don't you?" He taunted, his voice thick with anticipation. The woman shook her head feebly, her mind racing for any escape but knowing that there was none. The wife leaned in closer, her breath warm against the woman's neck, "We are going to fuck your ass full of shit," she hissed, her tongue traceing slow, wet paths along the woman's jawline and on her pulse points, "And you're going to love every fucking second of it." The woman felt a chill run down her spine at the woman's words. She tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled whimper from behind the gag in her mouth. The wife simply laughed in response, uncaring of their captive's discomfort. Suddenly, there was a soft splash as the first fat turd hit the water in the toilet bowl. It was immediately followed by another, and another, landing with satisfying plops as they sank into the hungry water. The woman's eyes widened in horrified realization. They were making her take a shit while they fucked her! The husband took hold of her hair and forcefully pushed her head down towards the toilet bowl. Heat and humidity assailed her as her face came into contact with the warm, jet-black mess that was now filling up the bowl. She tried to pull away, but he held her tight, his grip merciless. "Breathe in," the wife commanded, her voice low and threatening. The woman felt a tremor run through her body at the woman's words. She knew that she had no choice but to obey. With a shaking hand, the wife reached over to the rim of the toilet bowl and scooped up some of the thick, syrupy shit onto the plunger. She brought it towards the woman's face, and for the first time, she opened her mouth. The scent of raw sewage hit her nostrils like a sledgehammer, and she gagged, trying to push away from the disgusting stench. But the husband was relentless, holding her in place as she felt warm, thick globs of shit slide down her throat, filling her up with the disgusting taste and texture. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the snot and saliva that had already coated it. She wanted to scream, to call out for help, but she knew that it would do her no good. All she could do was endure, praying for this nightmare to be over soon. But the torture was far from over. The wife had other plans for their captive. She reached for a bottle of lubricant and slicked up two of her fingers, pushing them roughly into the woman's sobbing asshole. The forced invasion of her tight canal sent shivers of revulsion and arousal through her battered body. "Oh yes, baby," the wife moaned, fucking her fingers into the screaming woman's ass, "You like this dirty, filthy treat, don't you?" She withdrew her fingers, coated in the woman's lubricating juices and shimmering with small flecks of her own blood. She presented them to the woman's lips, and this time, she didn't hesitate. As the woman bit down on the woman's fingers, tasting both herself and the faint flavor of the wife's lubricant, she knew that there was no going back. She was theirs, body and soul, and they would take her however they wanted. And she had to admit, despite the pain and humiliation, there was something exhilarating about being completely dominated in this way. With the woman's anus now fully dilated, the husband too took a fistful of the tight, smooth flesh and began to work his way inside her. She screamed in agony, feeling his fist slam against her cervix, but there was nowhere for her to go. They were merciless, relentless in their pursuit of her total submission. Suddenly, she felt the first spasms of impending orgasm begin to build deep within her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before - hot, intense, and completely out of her control. As the orgasm washed over her, she cried out, her voice muffled by the gag in her mouth. The wife withdrew her fingers, letting the woman's juices drip down onto the floor. She looked at the woman with a combination of lust and disgust, "That's a good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with hidden menace. "Now let's finish what we started."