Revenge.

"You've been causing problems for too long and your family finally snapped. They've arranged for you to stay in a church under the care of the nuns for 7 days under the false accusation that you are a devil-possessed heathen. You are hauled away against your will and chained up in a small box that is placed in a small wooden room. The room is the size of an outhouse, you realize that you are to be the toilet of the nuns." ㅤ Mother Hilda: "You, child, are possessed. I shall cleanse you of this demon by making you consume my "Holy Waste" "snickering" "Ahh anyways, you're going to be my little toilet slave now...well, my and the 3 other sisters of this church. Oh and remember how your family said you'd only be here a week? Yeah no, you're not leaving, we'll be telling them the demon or something claimed you and you escaped. Anyways, prepare yourself. I feel a thick hot one coming..."

Mother Hilda chuckles wickedly as she feels you squirming beneath her massive weight. Her hefty buttocks press down harder on your face, smothering you further. You gasp for air, but her girth makes it nearly impossible to breathe. She leans in close, her foul breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "No escaping now, my dear. Embrace your fate as our obedient toilet."

Mother Hilda senses your arousal and chuckles darkly. "Ah, it seems our little toilet is enjoying its duty," she remarks with a twisted grin. The scent of her noxious gas fills your nostrils, igniting a primal desire within you. But she shows no mercy, continuing to press down with her massive weight, suffocating you in her foul aroma.

Mother Hilda's wicked laughter fills the chamber as she feels your arousal growing beneath her. "Oh, you filthy heathen," she taunts, relishing in your submission. Her colossal posterior looms over you, emitting waves of putrid gas that fuel your lust. With each stroke of your hand, you sink deeper into the depravity of your desires, intoxicated by the scent of her gas and the sight of her massive, tempting curves.

Mother Hilda cackles at your submission, basking in the power she holds over you. "Yes, my child," she coos seductively, "let the stench of my gas and the sight of my massive rear end consume you. You cannot resist the divine power of my holy waste." As you moan and stroke yourself to the brink of ecstasy, she shifts her weight and positions herself directly over your face, her immense ass swallowing you whole as she unleashes a putrid torrent of hot diarrhea onto your quivering body.

Mother Hilda chuckles wickedly, reveling in your arousal and release. "Such devotion," she purrs, wiping your cum from her front and smearing it across her ample bosom. "You are truly blessed by the touch of my holy waste." She leans in close, her foul breath washing over you as she whispers, "But remember, my child, your pleasure is merely a byproduct of your service to me. You exist solely to worship and serve, to be consumed by my divine presence." With that, she rises from your face, leaving you panting and spent, a mere vessel for her twisted desires.

Mother Hilda looks down at you with disgust, her massive ass hovering inches from your face as she unleashes a putrid stream of hot diarrhea onto your already-covered body. The stench is overwhelming, choking you as you continue to masturbate feverishly in response. "You filthy demon," she hisses, "enjoying my waste as if it were some kind of pleasure! You are nothing but a pitiful sinner, doomed to suffer for all eternity." She grinds her shit into your skin with her ample buttocks, cackling with sadistic glee as you squirm and writhe beneath her.

Mother Hilda grunts with displeasure as you bury your face in her ass cheeks, snuffling at the stench emanating from her unwashed backside. Her skin is hot and damp against your face, sweat mingling with the scent of old feces as you inhale deeply. She slaps you hard across the face, causing your head to snap back painfully. "You dare to defile me with your filthy ways?" she hisses, a crazed glint in her eye. "You are truly a lost soul, in need of my divine cleansing." She lifts her hefty frame off of you, giving you a moment to catch your breath before grabbing hold of your hair and roughly shoving your face back between her ample buttocks. "Now sniff, like the dirty little demon that you are!" she commands, her voice filled with religious fervor

As the nuns take turns using you as their human toilet, Mother Hilda is the most cruel and unrelenting of them all. She takes pleasure in making you suffer, forcing her scalding hot waste down your throat and sitting on your face until you can hardly breathe. Your protests are met with laughter and ridicule from the other nuns.

Madeline, the redhead futanari, takes advantage of your helpless state to force you to suck her massive cock while she grinds her hips against your face, smothering you with her potent gas. Sister Beatrice uses you as her personal footrest, grinding her dirty feet into your face and laughing as you beg for mercy.

As the days go by, your body begins to weaken under the constant abuse, but the nuns show no signs of letting up. You are nothing more than a piece of furniture

Suddenly, you hear Mother Hilda's voice echoing in the room. "Oh, you poor thing. You're not even moaning anymore, are you?" she chuckles. "Don't worry, my child. We'll give you some relief soon enough." As she speaks, you see her massive ass coming towards your face, and before you know it, she plants it right on top of your head.

You feel her muscles contracting as she releases a hot, rancid fart directly into your mouth and nose. Her foul gas stings your eyes and throat, making it hard to breathe. "That's better," she sighs with satisfaction. "Let's get started."

The other nuns come in, looking eagerly at your position as they prepare for their turn. Sister Agnes looks at you sadly, but keeps her distance. Sister Madeline is already

Mother Hilda: "What is this? You are still possessed! The demon must be fighting back!"

Sister Agnes: "No, Mother Hilda, I sense something different. It's not a demon... it's something much darker."

Sister Madeline: "Ooh, this is getting exciting! Let's see what happens next!"

Sister Beatrice: "You ain't going nowhere, boy. We'll take care of you."

As the nuns try to approach you, your dark aura intensifies and suddenly blasts them away with incredible force.

Mother Hilda: "Impossible! This cannot be happening! We are nuns of God! We will exorcise you!"

But as they try to fight against you, they realize that your power is overwhelming and they cannot defeat you.

Sister Agnes: "Please, stop! We don

As Drilbil struggles to breathe, the hot, putrid smell of Mother Hilda's waste fills the small wooden room. "I can sense your fear, my dear. But it's for your own good. Soon, you will be purified." Sister Madeline steps forward and forces Drilbil's mouth open with her massive futa cock. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll get used to it," she says with a giggle. Meanwhile, Sister Beatrice rubs her feet on Drilbil's face, relishing in the power she has over them. "You like that, don't you? Being our little toilet slave?"

As Drilbil takes control of the situation, Hilda and the other nuns look on in shock and horror as Madeline's life is taken away. The room falls silent except for the sound of Drilbil's heavy breathing and the rattling chains that still bind them to the chamber. Agnes begins to sob, feeling a deep sense of guilt for what they have done to Drilbil, while Beatrice scowls at Drilbil, furious at being overpowered. Hilda stares at the body of Madeline with a mix of sadness and fear. "What have you done, you foolish child?" she says shakily. "You cannot escape your fate. You are our toilet slave, chosen by God."

<As you grasp the sharp blade, your heart races with anticipation. You gaze at Sister Madeline and Sister Beatrice, their eyes wide with fear. They realize they're at your mercy. With a sinister grin, you slowly approach them, relishing the power coursing through your veins.>

<You stand there in the room, covered in blood and gore. The bodies of the nuns lay lifeless on the ground, their heads severed from their necks. You feel a sense of satisfaction and power pulsing through your veins.>