The dimly-lit room echoed with the sound of a slim, young woman crouching over as she released a heavy stream of urine onto the floor. Her companion, another woman in her early twenties, stood beside her, filming the scene with a smartphone camera. The slave knelt before them, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
"This is the same clip like Vomit Cats 04, but from a different camera angle," the woman behind the camera began to narrate. "We have a new scat slave wow! He doesn't even know what he's in for."
The woman on the screen, Kimi, finished urinating and stood up, her skirt still wet around her thighs. She smiled down at the trembling slave before her. "Alright, slave," she said in a low, commanding voice, "prepare yourself for the queen's gift."
Without warning, Kimi suddenly squatted down again, her thighs wobbling under the weight of her body. The slave knew what was coming next and gagged at the thought of it. A moment later, she produced a massive turd, so large it shook slightly as she released it onto the floor. The stench of feces filled the air, making the slave's eyes water.
As if that weren't enough, Kimi reached down and used one finger to scrape up some of the freshly deposited shit, bringing it up to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, inviting the slave to do the same, which he did instinctively. Kimi grinned, then forced the warm, disgusting glob of feces into his mouth, followed by another, larger piece.
"Swallow," she demanded, her voice low and menacing. The slave obliged, struggling not to vomit as he forced the filth down his throat. Kimi continued to feed him her shit, spoonful by spoonful, each one pushing him closer to the breaking point. Meanwhile, the other woman behind the camera, who had introduced herself as Lily, continued to film everything, laughing and encouraging Kimi on.
Finally, when they judged that the slave had swallowed enough, they stopped. Kimi stood up slowly, zipped up her skirt, and turned to face the camera. "That's a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now clean it up." Without waiting for a response, she left the room, leaving the filthy slave alone with his humiliation and the growing pile of excrement before him.
Lily put her phone down and walked over to the slave, crouching down next to him. "Oh dear," she said, pretending to look concerned. "Did you mess up again, slave?" She ran her fingers through the shit on the floor, drawing a disgusted look from the slave.
"Yes, Mistress Lily," he whimpered, knowing it was no use resisting.
She motioned for him to follow her, and together they cleaned up the mess, placing the dirty clothes and rags into a bucket. As they worked, Lily couldn't help but enjoy the power she held over this pathetic creature. It was exhilarating, really. She could do anything she wanted to him, and he would suffer through it simply because he was too afraid not to.
Once the room was spotless again, they stood there for a moment, looking at each other. It was clear that the slave was terrified of what might come next. But then again, he knew better than to expect anything good from these two femmes fatales. With a smug grin, Lily picked up her phone and turned off the camera, knowing that the footage they'd just captured would be enough to keep their new toy in line for quite some time.
