Feminists Face Penitance: Who Poops Last?

A score of girls stood, each naked and crying. Most were sobbing. None were in physical pain at that moment, and some tougher ones managed to keep from begging, knowing it was pointless. All but the winner was going to be spared from the agony that awaited the other 19.

Behind each girl, a sexier woman wearing armor groped her, squeezing her ass, looking forward to how they would punish the assigned slave. Just 1 of the 20 might make it, and the audience had just placed their bets. Behind each dominant woman was a toilet with a sobbing girl's head in the bowl and her body locked in a cage beneath the stage, her body flat in a glass case with her pussy tied open, held by wires to the sides of her soon to be coffin, and in each dominant woman's clothes was a vial, which they brought to the lips of the girls that were terrified of the agony to come.

"Auh! ahd auha!" Cora sobbed and looked at her friend Sara who also whined.

"Auhhhhaauu!" Sara's broken wailing turned the audience on as much as her friends hiccups and gasps.

**SMACK** Each angel spanked the naked brat in front of her after forcing the awfully bitter liquid in her mouth.

"Ohhh! I'm so scared! Sara I'm scared!"

"Me too Cora! I'm so afraid I don't know what to do! Uh-wuwj!"

The toilets were just porcelain bowls, they had no water or other container, but many chains ran along the side outer surface, which the angels bound to the girls in different ways. Each angel was free to position her charge as she saw fit. Some nude girls were crouched down with their heads on the ground in particularly absurd positions, and others weren't bound at all, but still knew better than to step out of place. Some angels chose to chain their brats by the waist and neck like collars and belts.

These naked, rightfully punished females stomped in place and moved their bellies back and forth.

"Ow! OWWW! It.. Huh-! It hurts! Oohhh!" Katie cried out in pain.

"Oh! Oh god, I'm sorry! Please forgive me, I'm. So sorry! Wahhhh! Oh-aah! Hrrr!" Chloe pleaded and immediately shat. "No! No I'm sorry! Please! Don't!"

It was too late. She was the first to fail. Not even minutes after straddling the porcelain hole, she was now damned to tbe worst fate of the 20- an even worse fate than the 20 girls in the holes below then faced.

"I'll do all my homework! I'll suck every dick! I'll lick your balls and make sandwhiches and never study and do as I'm told! I mean I always will- will do what any man tells me! Oh no no please! Aha!" Naomi begged, her head stuck to the rim of the toilet, with her knees spread wide at a 90 degree angle from her face, also to the rim of the toilet, and her elbows behind her knees, on longer chains, though not long enough to hold her face. She flailed her ankles up and down and waved her arms as she cried out for the live studio audience. Cameras zoomed in on her eyes as she pleaded. "I don't want to poop! I don't want to poop! Please don't spank me!"

But Naomi knew she was going to he spanked, and raped, and hurt in even worse ways until the end of her life. She had pooped, and other girls hadn't yet. She cried and begged and swung her limbs. Just like every other girl sitting on- or laying, standing squatting over- a toilet, and every girl with her head inside one.

She and Chloe continued pooping.

When omly a single girl hadn't yet pooped, she had to continue another full, agonizing minute, and somehow barely made it. Finally allowed to drop her guts on the crying girl beneath herself, she didn't stop shitting for over half of a day. She was hosed down, and taken away to face her punishment, while her competitors were left to be fed once a day for the rest of the week, before taking the place of the girls beneath them. Also, bugs were poured in the toilets below :)