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Buying a Toilet Slave

     Jenny had been naked for 8 years.  She didn’t even own
cloths; she didn’t need to.  Maybe in that time she had worn
some sort of lingerie, something skimpy and revealing, for
her master, but other than that, nothing.  Collars, cuffs,
and piercing jewelry didn’t count, of course.  And after 8
years, things had not changed now, even though she was out
of the house and in a van.

     She had been out before – this wasn’t the first time in
8 years, but it was a rarity.  Sometimes she and the other
girls were transported from the house to somewhere else to
entertain and to serve.  They were often taken out to
swinger clubs and S&M bars and the like, but they were not
clothed for such outings.  Every so often, the master would
take them into the yard, down to the park, or even out onto
the streets, but the point of this was to show off there
nakedness and humiliate them with it.

     So Jenny sat naked, a little embarrassed as cars
stopped next to the van at stoplights.  There was a lot of
pointing, so hoots and hollers, some degrading comments.  It
was amazing how many people either didn’t notice or
pretended that they didn’t.  She was silent, a little
forlorn – she knew exactly why she was being taken from the
house and it upset her, though she would not let it show.

     The van pulled into the motel parking lot.  It was a
little shitty hole-in-the-wall place, the kind most people
pay by the hour, and they don’t pay much.  The sort of motel
no one ever slept in cause the beds where cheap, the bed-
dressings never clean, the heater or AC broken, and if you
weren’t covered by the sheets when you slept, you would
probably feel all kinds of things crawling over you during
the night.

     This is where cheap whores fucked drug dealers for
crack; sometimes they didn’t even get a room, like the
couple in the parking lot.  The strung out blonde – she
probably wasn’t even eighteen, but the years on the streets
had withered her youth already – was bent over the trunk of
a rusty Cadillac, her saggy tits hanging out of her top and
flopping in the wind while some big black dude fucked not-so-
gently her from behind.  He had a couple friends standing
around the car, probably waiting their turn with her.
     
     The van parked about as far from the actual motel
building as could be.  “Room 14,” the driver said and handed
Jenny the key.
     
     She took it and hopped out of the car, trying to seem
brave.  Hesitation would have been punished harshly, and she
did not want to displease.  She made her way across the
parking lot, the pavement cold on her bare feet; her path
took her past the little gangbang, and the men called after
her, saying they could use another bitch, but she shook her
head and declined.  She was worried they would come after
her, but they seemed content with the women they had.  As
she walked by, Jenny noted that the blond was taking it up
her ass, and on her face was not an expression of pleasure.
Jenny could relate.
     
     Jenny walked up to the motel, only to find that she was
nowhere near room fourteen, and she had to walk around most
of the building, which left her exposed to the highway on
the other side.  It was late, but not that late, and with
the floor lights on, she was clearly visible to everyone
driving by.  She could tell from the honks.  Also, she had
to walk past the main lobby door in full few of the two
fourteen year olds nervously renting a room and the scurvy
old man who worked the counter; he stopped leering at the
young girl at the counter long enough to stare at Jenny the
entire time she was in view.  She kept her head high,
though, and acted like none of it bothered her, but she was
shaking inside.
     
     Room fourteen, here is was.  She unlocked the door and
stepped inside.  The room was dark with the shades drawn and
one light on, a small, dim table light right by the door.
The rest of the room was simple blackness.
     
     “Lock the door,” a voice said from the shadows in the
far corner.  Jenny was started that someone was already
there since the door had been locked, but she quickly
complied.  She was used to doing exactly what she was told
when she was told.
     
     “You know why you are here?”
     
     Jenny nodded.  “My master is selling me and you are a
potential buyer.”
     
     “Yes.  I am here to test you.”  The voice was deep, a
man’s voice, but that was to be expected.  It seemed
commanding, almost regal.  This was either an important
person, or someone who thought he was.  Of course, in
Jenny’s experience, most people who own slaves think they
are important.  But this one demanded obedience, and that
was a trait she liked in a master, not that she had a
choice.  She had met some masters who were weak but whose
slaves did what they said because that’s what the slave
actually wanted to do.  The slave held the power in those
relationships.  Jenny would hate such an arrangement.  “You
understand that?”
     
     “Yes.”
     
     “And if I am not pleased, I will not be buying you.”
     
     “I understand.”
     
     “You don’t want to leave your master do you?”
     
     “No, sir.  I love him very much.  I have served him
faithfully for many years.  I am sad that he is selling me,
but I knew that it was coming.”
     
     “So you will perform poorly so that I don’t take you.”
     
     “No, sir!”  She was actually insulted that he had said
that.  “I was told to come here and do my best to please
you, and I will do exactly that!  It would be disrespectful
to you and my master to do less.  I may not want to be
bought, but what I want doesn’t matter to anyone.  If you do
not buy me, I am sure my master will punish me severely,
whether I did everything you wanted or not.”
     
     “I’m sure he would, too,” the voice replied.  There was
amusement in it; Jenny could hear the smile.  “You
understand your position exactly.  I’m glad.  Tell me about
yourself.”
     
     “About myself?”  That had surprised Jenny.  Most people
didn’t care much about the person, just the flesh.
     
     “Yes.  I want to know about the girl I am purchasing.
It won’t affect my decision, but I am curious.  It's part of
my voyeuristic nature I suppose.”
     
     “Okay.  Um, I’m twenty-four.  I have been a slave for 8
years now.  When I was six, my parent’s died in a car
accident.  I didn’t have much family: a grandmother who
lived in a home and could not take me.  I think I had an
aunt and uncle in Europe somewhere that my grandmother
wanted me to be sent too, but instead I was shipped off to
an estranged aunt.  My grandmother, I recall, cried a lot at
that decision, saying that my aunt had married a worthless
bum and my life would be ruined.
     
     “I guess it was.  My aunt and uncle got the inheritance
and insurance money, but they were supposed to spend it on
my up keeping, and I would get the rest when I was eighteen.
They never quite followed that.  They had a son, Joey, who
was ten years older than me.  When I turned eight, Joey
decided it would be cool to have his own little sex toy, and
I fit the bill.  At first, it wasn’t so bad, he’d come into
my room most nights and fucking me in my bed or when my aunt
and uncle were drunk and drugged up, we’d fuck in our rooms
just to pass the time and stay out of their way.  I used to
think that it meant that he loved and would protect me – my
uncle was rather abusive when drunk, and my aunt was only a
little better.  But Joey never did – in fact he would go out
of his way to get me in trouble or deflect his own beating
on to me.
     
     “Then, a couple months after we started, Joey started
to use me to pay off his drug dealers.  A few times a week,
after school, he’d take me around to this other guy’s house
and I’d have to fuck him.  Sometime they would do me
together.  First time I had anal sex was the first time they
decided to do that.  Double penetration.  Hurt like hell.
Soon, more guys were joining in, doing whatever they wanted
to me. I was just a toy.  I realized Joey didn’t love me, he
just liked fucking me.  I would still be fucking him most
nights, even after doing three or four guys after school.
It became a chore – it was horrible.  I wanted to tell my
aunt, but I knew I would end up getting beaten for it.  From
Joey, too.  And they wouldn’t believe me.  It would just
make everything worse.
     
     “It wasn’t long, though, until we were found out.  I
remember it; five guy gangbang, and I was almost 9 years
old.  One up ass, one in my pussy, a third in my mouth, and
one in each hand.  We had been going for a while and most of
the guys were close to cumming.  I was just hoping they
would hurry up and finish.  Uncle came bursting in drunk and
hollering, yelling at the guys, throwing them out of his
house.  I thought I was saved.
     
     “Then he yanked off his pants and decided to fuck me.
He and Joey both.  He said something about Joey being an
idiot for letting other guys do me for free.  After that
day, I was there whore.  Joey and his father fucked me
whenever they want – my aunt knew it was going on, but she
didn’t care.  They would make me suck and fuck them in the
living room while they watched TV right in front of her.
Joey’s dealer and my uncle’s were free, too, but everyone
else had to pay.  Of course, I didn’t see a dollar of it,
but I there were plenty of men who came a long way to fuck a
little nine-year old.  Businessmen, too, rich ones who paid
a lot of money.
     
     “I got pulled from school and registered as a home-
school child.  I got my own little shack out of it, too, a
shed in the back yard with a big bed.  My uncle had plumbing
installed, which actually surprised me, but I guess clients
would want a clean girl.  When a client was coming over,
they leave an envelope for my uncle and come to my shed and
fuck me.  I probably got fucked for free a few times, but I
didn’t really care.  A man would show up at m door, I would
get naked and let them do whatever they wanted to me.  Every
day, same thing.  Three, four time a day, sometimes more.
Sometimes more than one guy at a time.  A few times, I even
had women.
     
     “And a few months after I turned nine, I got pregnant.
None of the clients used condoms; no one did.  I never even
had a first period.  I didn’t know what was happened, I just
started vomiting when I woke up, and then my belly started
to swell.  I got a sound beating when my uncle finalized
realized.  Thought he would loose all of his customers.  He
lost some, but gained more.  And he could charge more, too,
the more pregnant I got.  Seems that fucking a pregnant
little girl is in demand.
     
     “They fucked me thought the pregnancy.  I went into
labor while I was with a client.  I never saw the baby –
don’t even know what sex it was.  I don’t know how he did
it, but somehow my uncle was able to sell my child.  The
family doctor who did the delivery at our house was once of
my clients.  He came around the more when I was pregnant.
By the end, the last two months, he was doing me just about
every day.  I wondered if he had a hard-on through every
delivery at seeing the pregnant woman.  Whatever.
     
     “Not much really changed.  I was back in my shack a
week after delivery.  I was pregnant again three months
later.  I never gained much during my pregnancies and always
lost it quickly, so my body wasn’t too wrecked.  Uncle made
sure I had a nice figure.  Protected his profits.  As I got
older, my uncle made less and less money off of me.  People
didn’t pay as much for a twelve year old, and even less for
a fourteen year old.  By sixteen, I was nothing special and
had had six children, all of them sold off.  So, not able to
make any money whoring me out anymore, he sold me off, too.
     
     “I still remember the day he told me he had sold me.
Quick a bit of money he made, he said, though why anyone
would want to buy a used, stretched cunt like me, he would
never know.  He told me how he would tell the police I had
run away – and a few of the cops had been clients when I was
younger – they would back him and investigate and very find
me.  When I was eighteen and not around, he would get the
rest of my inheritance.  All the money that was supposed to
go to me would be his.  From prostituting me off for eight
years, selling my babies, then selling me, and getting all
of my parent’s money – well, he must have been fucking rich!
     
     “My current master bought me then.  When he came to
pick me up, I had one bag of stuff to take with me.  He told
me to leave it all, even had me strip naked.  Told me I
wouldn’t need cloths as long as I was with him.  He lived
two days a way, but he had tinted windows, so it wasn’t too
bad to be naked in his car.  I sucked him off a couple of
times during that trip – first time I ever gave road head.
We stayed in a cheap motel that first night, little bit
better than this one, though.  He made me book the room
naked.  Sucked off the manager to get the room for free.  He
fucked me for hours then made me sleep on the floor.
     
     “He told me what he wanted from.  He was a slave
dealer, and he was going to train me to be an obedient slave
girl.  I was young enough for him and the fact that I had
had so many children was a plus.  He bought slaves like me
and bred us.  I was the oldest he would breed; he wished he
got me much younger.  He would have done what my uncle had
done but made a lot more money off of it.  He said he would
get me pregnant until I produced a daughter.  Sons would be
sold off.  My daughter would grow up a slave, like me, and
she would learn from me and the other slaves how please men.
On her eighth birthday, he would fuck her and make her his.
He would then sell me off and keep the girl, breeding her
until she was sixteen.  At that point, she would be where I
was: when she produced a daughter, that daughter would be
raised as a slave until she was eight and then the mother
would be sold.  He did this with all of his slaves.
     
     “My daughter turned 8 a month ago.  She had grown up
naked, like all the women, watching us fuck men, learning
how to fuck a man.  We were all very happy, like a little
family.  A lot of girls of all ages, always some in various
stages of pregnancy.  She was happy and loved, but Master
was always to be obeyed.  Girls were raised to want sex and
to look forward to their eighth birthday when they would
finally join Master’s little harem.  My daughter was so
excited on her birthday.  Master had her lie on my stomach,
sucking my tit, and he fucked her from behind.  She was so
happy.  It’s always a big deal when a girl turns eight – it
was her day.
     
     “But now that my daughter had gotten used to fucking
Master, I am no longer needed, so he’s selling me.  I always
knew he would – I’ve seen him do it before, plenty of times.
And now I’m here.”
     
     There was silence for a few minutes, and then the voice
echoed out from the darkness.  “I liked that story.  You may
have hated your uncle, but you finally found a family and
someone to love.  A master who was harsh and unmoving.  I
think you will fit in with me, Jenny.
     
     “Let me tell you a little about me.  I do not keep as
many slaves as your master, and I don’t breed them.  All of
my girls are fixed.  When I want a pregnant girl to play
with, I get one from your master for a short while then
return them.  It’s a nice little arrangement we have.  I
keep four slaves, always four.  Each has a different primary
function in my house – I have a pain slut.  Not to say that
I don’t inflict pain on all of my girls, but she gets the
brunt of it.  When I want a nice, long session hurting
someone, hurting them badly, I normally use her.
     
     “Right now I’m looking for a toilet slave.”  Jenny
stiffened at the words.  “Do you know what that is?”
     
     “Um, yes.  You would . . . piss and shit on me from
time to time for your enjoyment.”
     
     There was a soft chuckle.  “Close.  The other girls
would shit and piss on your from time to time for my
amusement.  You would, however, serve me a bit differently.
I don’t use the toilet much.  When I need to piss or shit,
you will be my toilet.  Normally this means you eat and
drink it, but not always.  Sometimes I will decide to play,
and when I play, it will be something similar to what we are
about to do now.  It’s a much longer session.  It will not
usually be like this.  And you shall be given a daily
antibiotic to keep the bacteria in the shit from poisoning
you.  Do you have any experience with scat?”
     
     “No, sir.  I don’t.”  Jenny was extremely nervous about
this now, especially the bit about being poisoned.  “I had
clients who would fuck my ass and then make me suck them
off, but there wasn’t much in the way of shit involved.
Maybe a little something.”
     
     “That’s a good start, actually.  My last toilet had
never done anything like it, not even that.  It took some
time, but she was eventually trained.  She served me well
for many years.  She had a death wish, though, and I made a
pact with her that while she served me, we would play some
scenarios in which she could easily die.  When she was
really ready to go, we would device a scheme that would not
fail to kill her.  She finally died, quite happily and
satisfied, last week.
     
     “The plan was this: she would eat nothing but shit,
drink nothing but piss.  Mine, her own, all the other
girls’, she could have as much as she could handle, but that
was all she was allowed.  Each day, she was given her
antibiotic and a full dose of all the essential nutrients
she needed.  That was it.  In the end, though she was eating
her fill every day, she starved to death from lack of food.
She was so skinny at the end, anorexic, like a skeleton.
You could see every bone in her body, but she was horny as
hell for those last few months, and I did her the favor of
fucking her as much as she wanted and letting her use the
other girls for the same.  We all miss her very much, but
she was very happy.
     
     “I’m telling you this to inform you of two things.
First, we are all a family.  I am a brute, to say the least,
and I will hurt you, torture you, and use you for my sole
pleasure, but you are not alone.  Second, you will have your
own satisfaction, in a way.  When I am pleased with you, you
will be rewarded, and well.  Most of the girls learn that my
pleasure is their pleasure.  If you have a secret desire,
let me know.  You will still need to satisfy me, but if you
do that well, I will work to satisfy you as well.  I will
also tell you this: I am good friends with your master, and
should I be the one who buys you, we may be able to arrange
it that you can see your daughter from time to time.”  Jenny
perked up at that.  She had thought that, after being sold,
she would never see her child again.  “Very few others can
make such a claim.
     
     “Now, I instructed your master to feed you only a light
lunch and a light dinner, that should have been some time
ago.  Yes?”
     
     “Yes,” she replied, a nervous nausea sweeping through
her stomach.  She could see where this was going, and she
was scared.  While she would have tried to please him
before, the fact that should he choose her to be his toilet
slave, she might be able to see her daughter spurred her
own.  She swore then and there that she would do everything
in her power to be bought by this master.
     
     “Good.  Then we shall begin.”  The light came on,
revealing the man.  He was very handsome, though older than
her.  Later thirties, maybe, Jenny guessed.  His hair was
dark brown and very neat.  He was shaved, too, very well
groomed. He wore a black t-shirt, but one of those really
nice ones; it did not look out of place at all with his grey
suit-pants and black leather dress shoes.  He looked like a
business man, so respectable CEO of some multi-million
dollar company, though young enough to be relaxed about it.
His barrel chest and thick, muscular arms shone through his
shirt, giving him a look of great strength and power.  He
could easily overwhelm her, and that was a turn on.  His
eyes, beautiful and attentive, were very cold and
commanding.  She knew a glare from him would be chilling,
and his rage would be a fearsome thing indeed.  Jenny felt
herself moved by this man – her first thought was that she
wanted to be dominated by him, wanted him to use that
strength and over-baring power on her.  Just looking at him,
these thoughts filling her head, was turning her on.  His
blue-grey eyes leveled directly at hers.  “Strip me.”
     
     She responded instantly, rushing to his and pulling his
shirt over his head.  She quickly folded it a dropped it
onto the bed.  She knelt at his feet and removed his shoes
one at a time, setting them neatly next to the bed, side by
side.  She removed each sock, move more folding these and
setting them carefully next to his shirt.  She fumbled
briefly with his belt and pants, but got them undone.  She
didn’t let them drop to the floor, but rather slowly peeled
them down his muscular legs.  When he stepped out of them,
these too were folded carefully and laid down.  His boxer-
briefs were left, and she slipped her fingers into the waist
band and slowly slid them down, being gentle and caressing
his skin.  His cock was already starting to rise, which she
took as a good sign.  Already it promised to be long and
thick.  She wanted to just take it into her mouth and begin
sucking, but she knew restraint.  If she wasn’t told to do
it, she didn’t.  She folded up his underwear and set it next
to his pants.
     
     “Excellently done.  Your master has taught you well.”
     
     That was telling.  While she had only ever had one
master, Jenny had known and interacted with many.  Some saw
women as objects for sex – well, they all saw them that way,
but that wasn’t a bad thing.  Jenny saw herself that way,
and honestly, she viewed women and men as equals: all were
objects for sex.  But some masters just wanted sex, and
their slaves only mattered when they wanted that
gratification.  Her master had not been like that, and this
one wasn’t like that, either.  Women served him.  That’s
what he wanted.  To be served by her fully and completely.
Many masters were like her uncle, a bully who ordered her
around and beat her because he could, so hurt her so that
she would fear him.  Not this man; he was feared and
respected, but not because he would hit her, but because he
demanded it.
     
     If he hurt her it was because he wanted to, not because
he needed to.  If he kept her naked like her current master,
than her nakedness did not make her lower than him.  She
already was lower than him, and even if he was naked and she
fully clothed, he would still be strong and commanding – her
superior.  She would be kept naked because that is what he
wanted displayed before him.  His clothes were held esteem
than she and should be treated with that kind of respect.
That is why she folded and why he approved of her doing so.
He did not need her to make himself feel strong and powerful
like a bully needed to someone weaker to push around.  This
is who he was, and as his slave, she would have to worship
that, for he commanded nothing less.  She could feel it.
     
     He was more powerful in that way then her current
master, and, as bad as it was for her to think such things,
she already saw this man as superior to the one she served.
He had said that his girls will do anything to please him
because it is there pleasure to serve.  She had no doubt,
that if he bought her in time, she, too, would do anything
just for the pleasure of seeming him smile at her and tell
her she did a good job.  Already, she felt an incredible to
satisfy him, to show him that she would do everything to
satisfy his needs.  She was nervous about it and knew she
would have a difficult time with what he was asking, but she
would do it.  She felt a need to be bought by him and
possessed by him.  She had never known such a feeling
before.
     
     She was sure the look of awe, lust, and total amazement
was obvious to him.  Her eyes wondered along the ridges and
curves of his body, impressed by the strength and size of
him.  He was all muscle but hulking bodybuilder type, like
the men on fitness magazines.  He had wonderful six-pack
abs, and just beautiful structure to every curve of his
body.  Jenny wanted to reach out and run her fingers across
every dip and ridge of his muscles, to run her tongue across
his flesh.  God, she was horny, damned horny, just from
looking at him.
     
     He reached out and picked her up, easily tossing her
over his shoulder like a sack.  He hauled her effortlessly
into the bathroom, and lowered her to the toilet, setting
her on her hands and knees in front of the porcelain throne,
her head hovering above the seat.  He could have ordered her
in there and down, but he didn’t.  He moved her by force of
hands, and she never even batted an eye.  He wanted to show
her his strength that he could physically force her to do
what he wanted.  She showed him, in return, that she would
let him do as he wished without resisting, without
flinching.
     
     “Lick the seat.”
     
     Jenny shuddered at the thought.  Who knew when these
seats had been cleaned last. It seemed quite apparent that
it was not today.  There were brown specks across the back
and yellow stains around the rim, but she lowered her face
and slowly tongued the seat, lathering it up with her
tongue.  There was little taste to it, just that of plastic,
but it was the knowledge of the grossness that made this so
revolting.
     
     She tongued it all the way around once, making sure to
hit every surface.  He lifted the seat up then, and pointed
to the porcelain rim, which was actually in much worse
condition, covered with dust, short curly hairs, and dried
piss.  She face showed her disgust, which made his chuckle,
but she did as he indicated.  The flavor was much stronger,
the salty taste of old urine, and she collected the hairs on
her tongue.  When she had licked away all the dirt and
foulness he grabbed her chin and turned her face towards
his.  Her tongue was still hanging out, covered in the bits
that had been on the toilet.
     
     “Come now.  Swallow that all down.”
     
     She wanted to please him, but she found it hard,
physically, to do as he asked.  Every muscle in her body
resisted her brain’s commands, and she sat there for a few
seconds, unable to draw her tongue into her mouth.
     
     “I will say this now,” he started, and Jenny shrunk a
little from him, afraid she had already upset him.  “You may
grimace, you may gab, you may hesitate, and you can, for
now, even protest a little, I will not hold that against
you.  But you must obey.”
     
     She nodded, realizing her was saying she could take her
time to get control, just don’t take all day.  And she
didn’t.  It did take some time to collect herself, but she
finally was able to swallow it down; or she tried anyway,
finding the dust and hair catching in her throat.
     
     “If you need to wash that down,” he said, “you have all
the water you need.”  He pointed into the toilet.
     
     Jenny was appalled, but she did need something to drink
and she knew he would like to see her drinking from the
bowl.  She lowered her face down and dipped her lips into
the water, sucking up a few deep gulps to wash it down.
Again, there was no flavor, but she knew this was not clean
water, not in any sense.
     
     After a few swallows, she had managed to get it all
down.  She looked up at the man, silently awaiting his next
command.
     
     “Now that my seat is clean,” he said, closing the seat
to the toilet and stepping over her.  He sat down on the
toilet, his legs spread to surround her body as she knelt
before him.  He laid his hand on the back of her head and
drew her face down to his cock.  She opened her mouth and
accepted his member into her, sucking at his flaccid unit.
     
     She felt him tense a bit, and his cock jerked in her
mouth from his muscles tightening.  The smell assaulted her
nose, making her eyes water and her face shrink up tight,
but she resisted the urge to pull away and continued to
suck.  He was shitting into the toilet while she sucked him
off.
     
     “It’s been a long time since I had to use a real
toilet,” he mumbled.  His shit splashed into the tub, some
of the water droplets splashing up onto her chin.  She
continued to suck away, determined not to let the smell get
to her.  Her stomach was a bit queasy, thought, from it and
the knowledge that she was so close to his shit.  She
steadied herself, knowing this was only the beginning.
     
     Her mouth was full, just like that, with the salty,
warmth of his piss.  He had given her no warning, and the
first stream shot into the back of her throat so fast, she
nearly gagged.  The flavor wasn’t too bad, not as potent as
she had thought it would be – very watered down.  She
swallowed as fast as she could, gulping it down rapidly.
She felt that he was going slow to accommodate her newness
to the act and that he could spew it out much faster if he
wanted.
     
     “Don’t swallow this last mouth full,” her said,
starting stand.  Jenny had a hard time rising up on her
knees to keep her mouth around his cock as he shifted.
“Open.”
     
     She did so, opening her mouth as wide as she could and
still keep the entire contents between her lips.  She was
displaying the golden pool her had created in her mouth, and
his piss continue to spray from his cock between her lips
like a fountain.  She could feel the pool building, and then
it overflowed her lips, rushing out the corner of her mouth,
down her neck and across her body.  It was warm against her
skin, and the dirtiness of it turned her on.
     
     His stream stopped, and soon the overflow did as well.
He looked down into her open mouth, watching with obvious
amusement as she knelt there, totally still, showing off her
full mouth.
     
     “You may swallow that now.”  She did so, some of it
escaping as she closed her mouth around it.  He retuned to
seating, and she immediately went back to sucking his cock,
which was now mostly hard.  It was big in her mouth, and as
she sucked, it only grew thicker and longer, reaching to the
back of her throat when she tried to take the whole thing.
She couldn’t last long at this, not scraping with her teeth,
without her jaw getting sore.
     
     He began shitting again, grunting softly as he pushed
several long turds from his ass into the toilet bowl.  He
shat for a while; Jenny was amazed at how much he was
expelling.  He must have been holding it for some time.  She
couldn’t see it very well, but the smell was amazingly
strong.
     
     Finally, he pushed her off of him and stood.  Jenny
fell back on her ass, unprepared for his shove.
     
     “Here’s where we have some fun,” he told her, a
sadistic grin on his face.  “Grab some of that shit and rub
it on your tits.  Get them nice and brown.”
     
     Jenny was quick to obey, sliding up quickly to the
toilet and reaching in.  His shit was immersed in water, but
it was still very firm.  She grabbed up a hand full, her
stomach twisting in knots at the foulness of the deed.  She
slapped the shit against her chest and started to rub it in.
     
     “Slower,” he ordered.  “Use both hands and massage it
in.”
     
     Jenny nodded.  She sunk her other hand into the muddy
mess and became to smear herself with his shit, rubbing it
in like she would lotion.  She picked and pulled at her
nipples, too, getting them nice and hard for him.  Her hands
completely coated, she spread the muck around more, sliding
her shit-coated palms across her stomach, too, painting her
torso brown.  It was disgusting, knowing that she was
covering herself in shit, but somehow exciting too.  His
eyes devoured her body hungrily and his cock was jutting out
from his groin something fierce.  He was very excited and it
showed.
     
     “Very good.  Keep going.  Cover yourself more.”
     
     Jenny reached into the toilet and scooped up more of
his shit in both hands.  There was still a lot in the
toilet, and her hands had broken it up a bit, turning the
water a dark brown and sending small pieces floating about.
This shit was a bit more juicy and slimy, and it covered her
even easier, a slick wet mud coating.  She lay back on the
ground and began just sliding her hands across her skin,
painting her entire body with his crap.  She coated each
arm, and her flanks, even sliding her hands up through her
armpits.  She was lathering up, like she would with soap in
the shower, making sure to cover every bit of exposed flesh.
She covered her thighs and legs, down to her feet.  When she
needed it, she would reach for more shit to complete the
process.  She reached behind herself and smeared her ass,
even filling her ass crack.  The only places she had
neglected were her face and her crotch.
     
     She didn’t receive any orders to the contrary, so Jenny
continued to rub and massage her shit covered body.  She
squeezed her tits and played with her nipples, moaning in
pleasure at the caress.  It felt strange to her, to be
feeling herself and touching herself like a gentle lover.
She was oddly aroused by her own hands – it was as though
she was touching someone else, and this other person was in
turn touching her, as though her hands were not her own.
The smell around her was foul, and she was gag a bit when
she breathed in, but she fought for control.  So far, she
was winning.
     
     “Very good,” he said, and she was happy to hear such
praise from him.  “You are doing very well indeed.  Now,
lick you finger.”
     
     She looked up at him, a little horrified at the
thought, but she brought her shitty finger to her mouth and
lapped at it with the tip of her tongue.  She only got a
faint taste, but it was still a strong bitterness.
     
     “More,” he said.  “Get a little bit on your tongue and
show me.”
     
     She licked again, licking with the flat of her tongue
and scooping off a small morsel of shit.  Her entire tongue
exploded with the flavor; she was sure it much be streaked
with brown, and the small nugget needed to be dissolving and
spreading the taste around.  It was very bitter, like old,
strong coffee.  Earthy like dirt, but even the muddy
consistency was disgusting.  Her body shook with revulsions
of the act, but she held her tongue out, letting his watch.
     
     “Close your mouth.”
     
     She did so, and the flavor spread around to her cheeks
and through her entire mouth.  It was fading a bit as it
dispersed, but it was still very strong.
     
     “Excellent.  Now, my ass is still dirty.  Lick it
clean.”  He turned and spread is cheeks with his hands,
revealing his brown stained asshole.  Jenny took a deep
breath and leaned in, burying her face in his ass, her
tongue lapping quickly across his anus.  It was a bit dry at
first, and the taste faint, but as her saliva soaked into
it, the flavor became more potent.  She was licking his ass
up and down, drawing the gooey crap into her mouth.  It was
a thick, slimy paste when she sucked it down, but still the
taste was not as bad as it had been on her hands; it was
much more watered down.
     
     She could tell that he was enjoying having his ass
licked.  She focused her attention on his hole, tonguing it
and even pushing into his puckered lips, driving her tongue
as deep as she could manage.
     
     She rimmed him for a good while, getting him clean
before he turned back around to her.  She looked up at him,
waiting for her next command.
     
     “Coat your face, now, you slut.  Get yourself nice and
shitting for me.”
     
     Jenny’s hands immediately went to her face, wiping his
shit across her cheeks and forehead, getting herself
completely covered, just like a face mask.
     
     “Get a big handful.”  She scooped out another handful.
There were only a few left in the bowl.  She was surprised
by how much she was wearing.  “Now slap that whole thing
against your cunt and rub it in really good.”
     
     She hesitated for a moment, just for one second, before
she leaned back, spreading her legs to display her pussy for
him, her wet, juicy pussy.  She raised her hand and slapped
it hard against her crotch, splattering the shit all over.
She felt some of the slimy mess slide up into her hole, and
she cringed in disgust of the feeling, and yet somehow the
cool, wet mush felt nice against her hot flesh.  She began
to rub hard with her palm, smearing the handful all over her
cunt in a thick layer and pressing more and more of it into
herself.  Her eyes were on his face, letting his lust and
enjoyment distract her from the defilement of her body.
     
     She had never felt so utterly filthy and abused in her
entire life – there was something so degrading about
smearing this man’s shit all over her body and up into her
cunt.  He was a stranger and yet she was filling her body
with his waste, the filth of his body.  She was debasing
herself completely for his own amusement.  And she found
herself enjoying it, especially the way he was looking at
her now.  It made her want to do more for him, and she began
to rub her cunt harder, shoving more shit into her pussy.
Her fingers slid across her clit and she shuddered with
pleasure and moaned.
     
     “Now spread your cunt open and push it all out.”
     
     She took hold of her cunt lips in both hands and pulled
them apart, revealing her most inner folds, coated brown by
his shit.  She squeezed hard, pushing his shit out.  The
pieces emerged from inside and fell to the bathroom.
     
     “Shove it all back in and do it again.”
     
     She scooped it up and pressed the lumps of shit back
into her hot hole, moaning as she slid it deep into herself.
She packed it in as deep as her fingers could reach, then
pushed it all back out again.  He had her repeated this a
few times, and each time, it made her hot and wet, the
feeling just wonderful.
     
     She scooped it back up, ready to pack her cunt with
shit again, but his command was different this time.  “Shove
it in your mouth.”
     
     Those words filled her with dread.  Filling her cunt
with shit had disgusted her, but in the end, it had felt
very good.  She still had a bitter taste in her mouth, and
it scared her to think how much worse it would be.  But she
did so, opening her mouth and dumping it handful in with a
shaky hand.
     
     “Give your cunt a good rubbing, now.  Really try to
make yourself cum.”
     
     Her eyes were wide with terror and utter disgust as the
foul taste ran rampant through her mouth, far worse than
before.  She kept her mouth open to display the pile of shit
for him and her fingers returned to her pussy.  She began to
rub her clit with her shitty finger tips.  It was an amazing
feeling, the pleasure rippling through her like hot flashed
of lightning.  Her body shook with the touch, even as she
shuddered at the vile taste.  She gagged and moaned, heaved
and grunted with desire.  Her body was completely confused
by the pleasure and horror of her act.
     
     She felt her orgasm mounting, and then explode, a
scream emitting from deep in her throat, though it was
muffled by the shit in her mouth.
     
     “Chew it up!” he ordered, his voice booming in her ears
even as she came.
     
     She closed her lips around the pile in her mouth and
began to chew it quickly, turning the firm lumps into thick
paste in her mouth.  It filled her taste buds like never
before, becoming the most bitter and foul taste she had ever
experiences.  Her body shook, repulsed by the flavor and
texture, but her orgasm exploded all the more from this
disgust, sending her higher than she had ever been.  She was
gagging again, but her body jerked violently from the climax
that rocked her.
     
     “Swallow it!”  She barely heard his words through the
orgasmic din around her; it was more like she knew what he
wanted rather than that he had understood his command, and
she immediately swallowed down the thick, viscous mess in
her mouth.  It took a couple gulps to get it all down, and
she felt it sliding down her throat.  Her stomach seemed to
reject it immediately and she felt incredibly ill in an
instant, but her cum double once more, hitting her hard
again with an even stronger orgasm.
     
     She was crying out, now that her mouth was empty, and
she felt the hot wetness against her fingers.  Maybe she was
pissing herself or maybe she was ejaculating, she had no
idea, but it felt wonderful as her orgasm blasted her being
with ecstasy.
     
     And as soon as her climax began to fade, she puked up
the entire contents of her stomach, spewing a thick, black
mess all over her tits.  The combined smell of her bile and
his crap was worse than the shit alone, and she gagged,
heaved, and puked again.  Her stomach and boobs where coated
in the vile slime, but her body still shook with the fading
pleasure of her orgasm.
     
     “Rub it all over yourself,” he commanded his voice
hoarse with lust.  His eyes were wild with desire.  Jenny
had thought that vomiting would ruin her chances at becoming
his slave, but it seemed her had enjoyed seeing it.
     
     Her hands went back to her body, spreading the thick,
acidic mess all over her flesh once more.  She tingled all
over, her desire not slated by the massive cum she had
experienced.  If anything, she found herself even more
turned on, which disgusted her in and of itself.
     
     “Excellent.  Take another handful and pack your mouth
with it.”
     
     She didn’t want to, but she did it without pause,
filling her mouth as full as she could with his thick,
watery crap.  She couldn’t quite close her mouth on it, but
that seemed to be the point.
     
     He sat back down on the toilet seat and told her to
stand up.  He spun her body so she was facing away from him,
and yanked her down hard into his lap.  His rigid cock
struck hard against her asshole, spearing the tight orifice
with one stroke.  It hurt and she cried out, but her voice
was barely audible through the shit muffle in her mouth.  He
clutched her hips in his hands and began to lift up off his
cock and pulled her back down, hard.  Tears streaked her
cheeks from the sharp pain of his rough anal sex, but she
was used to be taken forcibly like this.  It always hurt,
but it wasn’t bad.  The pain was somehow sexy and comforting
to her, and she murmured in pleasure.
     
     A sudden shot of heat lanced up her bowels.  He was
pissing up inside of her!  After all of the golden fluid she
had drunk down, he still had more.  Even more amazing, he
was hard inside her and she was bouncing quickly in his lap,
and he was able to maintain the flow up inside of her.  It
felt really good, and she once more felt overwhelmed with
pleasure and desire.
     
     His flow was short-lived, he hadn’t had much, but
somehow she felt very full as he continued to fuck her ass.
She could feel it sloshing inside of her, a completely new
and unique pleasure.  She wanted more than anything was to
touch herself, to squeeze and tweak her tits as she frig her
pussy to another wonderful cum, but she did not have
permission to do so.
     
     He lifted her off his cock and held her body there,
just a few inches above his hard cock.  His piss rushed out
of her, her anus was too relaxed and open from his fuck to
close right away, and along with all of his piss was the
contents of her bowels.  It came rushing out in a flood,
splattering across his cock and pelvis with force.  She felt
horrible embarrassed, spraying her potential master with her
piss enema, but she heard him moan and huff in pleasure.
     
     “Start chewing,” he said as her rectum emptied on his
body, and she did so, her mouth once more being assaulted by
the foul taste.  Some of the shit fell out between her lips
as she closed around it.  It wasn’t so bad, just holding it
in there, but the combination of the taste and the feel of
it made her want to vomit again.
     
     A few minutes after her ass was emptied on him, he spun
her again, to face him, and pushed her down to her knees.
He ordered for her to show him her mouth, and she did so,
displaying the thick swamp of shit she held between her
gums.  She closed it again, and he pushed her face down on
his cock, spearing her lips with his tool.  Some of the
liquid leaked out of lips, steaming down his shaft and
across his balls, but she held most of it.
     
     Holding her head between his hands, he began to pump
her face up and down on his cock, fucking himself with her
lips.  He would pull her up until she was almost off, then
shove her roughly down until his cock was stabbing the back
of her throat.  She kept her lips tight, trying to contain
the vile soup in her mouth.
     
     His cock was hitting her gag relax, and the first few
times she heaved, but she kept control.  She was forced to
swallow some of his shit while sucking in, it had been
ploughed down her throat by his rough pistoning, and her
stomach was once again fighting it rid itself of the
sickening stuff.  She could control it no more and puked
around his cock.
     
     He didn’t stop fucking his cock with her mouth, and
every time her forced her mouth down and hit the back of her
throat, she gagged and vomited on him.  There was little
coming out, but each time a small bit flooded up from her
stomach and sloshed against his cock.  It was slick, now, in
her mouth, coated with a thick slimy mucus of bile and shit,
but still he fucked her.

     It was another few minutes of near constant vomiting –
her mouth was sore from his cock and her stomach acid –
before he withdrew his cock and released her face.  He stood
from the toilet and moved behind her, forcing her onto her
hands and knees, her face pushed down into the toilet bowl
full of shit and vomit.  He slid is puke-slicked cock into
her dripping, shit-coated cunt, driving it fully inside of
her with one thrust.  She cried out in pleasure – it felt
wonderful!

     He fucked her harder than anyone before, smashing his
thick cock deep inside of her with every bit of his strength
and weight.  His fucking slammed her against the porcelain
seat, crushing her tits hard with every thrust.  Her cunt
tingled, she guessed from the stomach acid that covered his
cock.  He used her body like she was nothing more than a
fuck-toy; to him, that’s exactly what she was, and she loved
being used that way.  He was pushing her face down into the
muck in the toilet with one of his hands.

     “Might as well start eating now,” he said between
grunts as he fucked her.  “You’re not leaving here until
that toilet is complete empty and licked clean.”

     His words stabbed her heart with despair, but at the
same time, her cunt rippled with pleasure, and her second
orgasm exploded through her body.  As her lips opened with
cried of joy, he pushed her face down into the vile mess,
filling her mouth with the shit-vomit mixture.  She chewed
and swallowed, chewed and swallowed as her climax filled her
body, rippling through her with more force than she had ever
felt.  She was out of air and her lungs burned with the need
to breath; he was asphyxiating her, and the loss of breathe
only heightened her pleasure.  He pulled her head up by her
hair letting her breath, and then pushed her back down again
so she could feed on the slop once more.

     He did this for some time, letting her breath and then
forcing her face back in until she could barely stand to be
without breath any longer.  Sometimes, when he pulled her
head back out, everything she had forced down exploded out
of her stomach once more, filling the bowl back up, and he
merely pushed her back down into her vomit once she was down
spewing.

     Jenny could not fathom how long he had been fucking
her, nor did she know how many times she had cum from his
abuse and degradation of her body, only that it was a long
time and her entire body hurt from the near constant
spasming of climaxes shaking her body.  Then she heard his
shout and felt her cunt fill with jet after jet of his hot
cum.  He pumped his seed into her, the blasts of cum
shooting deep inside.  His orgasm sounded quite powerful,
and Jenny was shocked by the amount of his jism that was
being dumped into her.

     When is spunk finally ceased, he withdrew.  A thick
trickle poured out of her onto to the shit-stained tile
floor.  He stood and stretched.  “You are doing very well,
slut.  I enjoyed that.”  She was filled with pride, glad for
his pleasure.  “But, I wasn’t kidding.  You need to clean
that whole toilet.  And the floor, too.  Look at the mess
you made.”

     She looked around at the bathroom – most of the floor
was brown with shit and the toilet was a complete disgusting
mess.  And thick soup of shit-filled water with turd and
vomit chunks.  She took a deep breath and shoved her face
back down into the muck, drinking it down as quickly as she
could.

     He watched her draining the toilet, and sometimes Jenny
would look back up at him as she chewed up some of the large
pieces and swallowed them down: his cock was solid and ready
for more.  She would vomit back up some of the mess, ruining
her progress a bit, but after a while, she found that it was
easier to keep it down.

     She had been devouring the gook for over and hour, and
most of it was gone, when he grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her to her feet.  “You are doing well,” he said,
which made her smile, once more feeling very proud.  “But we
are running out of time for this room.  You are going to
need another couple of hours to clean all this up and for us
to finish.”

     In his hands he was holding a couple of bills folded.
“This is more than enough.  Go to the counter and tell them
we need the room for a little longer.  Tell the man you will
have it clean for him, but it’s going to take you a little
longer to eat it all.”

     Jenny’s eyes were wide with fear.  He wanted her to go
outside naked, covered in shit and vomit, and go tell the
man at the counter exactly what she was doing.  She couldn’t
believe it!  Her legs were shaking.  She would be completely
exposed to the street and anyone in the parking lot, too.

     She took the money and walked out the door.  She had
hoped that maybe he would stop her and tell her he was
kidding, but she knew in her heart she wasn’t.  She took a
deep breath and steeled herself.  She walked talk, upright,
as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.  There were a
few people around, entering rooms or leaving them.  A few
guys started at her when they saw she was naked, but their
looks soon changed to disgust when they realized exactly
what coated her skin.

     Fortunately the gangbang in the parking lot had ended
or moved to one of the rooms, so she did not attract
attention from that crowd.  She entered the lounge, glad to
see there was no one there except the old man.  He beamed a
huge grin at her when she entered, but as the smell struck
him he took a step back and covered his nose with his
sleeve.

     “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.

     “I need room fourteen for a couple more hours.”

     “What the fuck for?  Ruining to some more?  You covered
in shit?  What the hell is wrong with you?”

     “Yes, I am.  I need to clean the room for you before we
leave, but it’s going to take me a while to eat the rest of
it.”  Her legs were quaking with fear and her stomach was so
twisted up in knots she thought she would vomit again.  She
would probably need to eat that up, too, she though, right
in front of this man.  She placed the bills down on the
counter.

     He hesitated before taking the money, but when he
flipped through it, he realized there was much more here
than would cover the room.  The bitch before him was one
sick whore, and her client was seriously fucked up, too, but
he was getting extra money and it sounded like he wouldn’t
need to clean anything.  What the fuck, he figured. Let them
do whatever the hell they wanted.

     “Fine.  You got the room for a while longer.  Get out
of her before you make me sick, you dumb bitch.”

     “Thank you,” she said, and turned and left the room.
She hurried back to fourteen; a thought had struck her as
she talked to the old guy – a sudden fear that maybe she had
been left by the man and was now stuck here.  When she
opened the door, her fear vanished.  He was still in the
room.

     “That was quick.  Now get back to work.”

     It did take her another hour to finish draining the
toilet – she had to drink everything down until there was no
water in the bowl, and then lick the entire porcelain bucket
clean.  He then made her lick the entire floor until every
trace of his shit was removed.

     He watched her the whole time, his cock hard and ready
for action.  When she was down, he put her in the tub and
pissed on her, spraying her body and wetting down the dried,
caked on shit.  She rubbed the mush across her body,
becoming hot again from the muddy massage.

     He turned on the shower next, and had her clean herself
with soap he had brought.  She scrubbed her skin clean,
making sure to wash out her cunt several times until the
water was clear.  She showered for nearly an hour, cleaning
herself very thoroughly as instructed.  Then he got in the
shower with her and she cleaned his body, though he was far
less filth than she was.  He fucked her in the shower,
fucked her once more up the ass, plowing her tight, sore
anus with powerful strokes until he filled her ass with his
cum.  He had her suck his cock clean right from her ass, but
compared to the foulness she had already eaten, the faint
taste of shit on his shaft was nothing.

     He gave her another half hour to clean up and let
herself cum again should she desire it.  She did, and
stroked herself to a couple of quick orgasms in the time,
finally alleviating the heat and lust in her loins.

     When she got out of the shower, he was on the phone.
She couldn’t hear much of the conversation, and she didn’t
want to pry, so she dried her self off as best she could
then joined him in the main room.  She sat on the edge of
the bed and waited for any more instructions.

     He hung up soon after she came in.  “That was your old
master I was talking to.  The deal is done.  You belong to
me now.  We have a lot of work getting you use to eating
shit.  You’ll get the hang of it though, and quickly.  The
other girls will see to that.”

     Jenny’s heart fluttered with excitement.  She was so
happy to be bought by this man, her new master.  She was
surprised by the elation she felt, and tears of joy actually
sprang to her eyes.  She was still a bit distressed by her
new position as a toilet slave, but nothing could compare to
the shear pleasure of being dominated and controlled by a
man such as this.  She would spend the rest of her time with
him, catering to his every whim, no matter what that might
be, happy just to have her body used for his pleasure.

     “Come on now.  My car is outside.  It’s not a long trip
home, but you may want to nap on the way if you can.  I’m
sure the other girls will be excited to greet you properly.
They’ve been in their cages for a long time now, and I’m
sure each of them his eager to use their new toilet.”

     His words scared her even as they delighted her – her
cunt was getting hot and wet once again, her lust spurred by
her fear..  He clamped his collar around her throat and led
her out of the room by the leash.  He took her to the front
desk where he had her return the key and thank the old man
for the extension.  Then he took her to his car and started
the drive home.

     Jenny did manage to slip into pleasant dreams for a few
hours on the way.  Soon she would wake at her new home and
her new life as a human toilet.  She had never been so happy
in her life.