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The Perils of Greggie-Poo - "The Poem"
by Scatwoman (Scatwoman@aol.com)

***

A pathetic, whipped boyfriend subjects himself to every 
humiliating act just to be close to the girlfriend he 
loves. In this episode, he writes her a poem on toilet 
paper and she reads it as she uses his mouth as a 
toilet. (MF, MM, reluc, beast, scat, humor)

***

Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful 
as he wrote his words of love. He had thought of them 
last night as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke, 
the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass 
was still sore from it; the thought of it made his 
abused asshole quiver in fear. 

He'd had to commit the words he was now writing to 
memory, for he had been fucked all through the night 
that night and had been performing toilet duties all 
morning, ran his errands in the afternoon and had just 
finished performing for his most recent scat video his 
Mistress makes of his sessions (and sells them for a 
tidy sum, by the way!) This was the first time he 
didn't have a cock in an orifice or shit or piss in his 
mouth.

Nevertheless, he had to be careful and take his time- 
all he had to write with was lipstick and his only 
medium for his opus was the toilet paper that was kept 
under the sink. The toilet paper, of course, hadn't 
been used in quite a few weeks now, a fact that he 
should have been proud of- if, that is, he had been a 
willing toilet slave and not forced into it by his 
girlfriend. 

Ever since he'd come to visit her here to confront her 
about their increasingly distant relationship and 
discovered the true nature of the school, his fate had 
been sealed. To his horror, he'd learned that his 
girlfriend had been systematically instructed and 
perverted in every manner of sexual deviance known to 
man. He resolved to stick with his girlfriend, though, 
he loved her deeply, and was certain he could never 
live without her. 

Try as he might, he was unable to convince her to 
leave. In fact, she wouldn't even touch him. Jealously, 
he'd overhear her being savagely fucked by Headmistress 
Lynne and Coach Luke and the others, hear her go on 
wantonly about the delectable taste of her classmate 
Inya's copious shit... 

Then the one day she finally agreed to allow him to 
orally service her, Headmistress Lynne returned from 
vacation and changed everything (see POGP #1). Since 
then, he'd become Mishi's complete slave, obeying her 
every command in the hopes that she might come to 
realize how much he loves her, how devoted he is to 
her... that someday she might reciprocate.

Here in the bathroom (his permanent sleeping quarters 
here at the New Sodom School for Gifted Youngsters), he 
laid on his stomach on the cold tile floor, his tiny 
penis shriveling up even more, carefully inscribing his 
words of devotion and love for his wayward girlfriend. 
His leash pulled somewhat on his collar; he was at the 
very end of his range in order to lie comfortably while 
he wrote.

Behind him, he heard the bathroom door creak open and 
worried that he would have to finish the poem later, he 
only had one more stanza to go... but he didn't see 
anyone. Suddenly, he felt a rough, wet tongue licking 
at his asshole. He looked down and saw Thumper, Mishi's 
pet Great Dane, licking him. Instinctively, he raised 
up his ass into the air for Thumper to get better 
access to his anus. 

He knew that if Thumper was found humping someone's leg 
that Mishi would find out and severely punish Greg for 
not taking care of Thumper's needs. Besides, being ass-
fucked by a dog (even one with a huge penis that 
inflated once inside him) was better for him at the 
moment than someone who'd require his full attention. 
So he arched his back and presented his ass for Thumper 
while he continued his poem, he wanted to get it done 
before he saw Mishi next... he had planned to pick up a 
rose and some chocolates tomorrow during his errands 
and surprise her when they were alone... if he could 
just get her alone for a couple minutes.

No matter how many times he'd had dog cock plunged into 
his bowels, he never got used to the shock of it- the 
sheer animalistic nature of the fucking he'd get- and 
the humiliation of feeling the dog's hot jizz shoot 
into his guts, the dog's sperm trying in vein to 
impregnate his intestines... The force of the 
penetration knocked him off balance a little, but the 
wayward lipstick left only a small smear on his work of 
art.

As Thumper ground into his ass and panted, dog drool 
running down his back, Greg struggled to remember the 
last lines of his masterpiece that he'd been trying to 
keep in memory the past 24 hours. Through the panting 
and humping and drooling and thrusting, he managed to 
recall the last few elusive words and finished the poem 
just as Thumper howled and shot his load of dog cum 
deep into him. He could feel each jet of jism shoot 
through the dogs penis as it throbbed against his 
sphincter ... he could feel the hot jets smacking 
against the insides of his bowels, filling him up with 
a canine cum enema.

Thumper collapsed on top of Greg, exhausted, his 
swollen penis stuck inside the surrogate bitch. Greg 
lay there under him, both of them breathing in time. He 
felt incredibly used, but no more than any of the other 
days since his enslavement.

Suddenly the door opened again and Wesley walked in. 
Looking down at the odd couple, Wesley laughed 
sadistically.

"Come on, you lazy bastard, it's my turn!" Wesley 
grunted as he lifted Thumper off of Greg. With a wet 
pop, Thumper's cock withdrew from Greg's distended 
anus, leaving a trail of brown-tinged semen.

"Get, ya mutt!" Wesley said as he kicked the dog out 
who scurried off with a yelp.

Wesley turned back to Greg, "Okay, your ass looks 
pretty loose there, I guess it'll just have to be a 
blowjob tonight, faggot." he said and held his cock out 
imperiously.

Greg got to his knees and silently slipped his mouth 
around the boy's cock. Wesley took no time in grabbing 
Greg by the back of the head and roughly face-fucking 
him.

But, after just a few strokes, he felt Wesley's grip 
loosen and heard him cry out in surprise. Suddenly 
Wesley fell away from his, his dick abruptly pulled 
from his mouth. As Greg looked up, spittle running down 
his chin, he saw Mishi standing there, holding Wesley 
by the neck with one hand and twisting his arm behind 
his back with the other.

She wordlessly and relatively effortlessly threw the 
skinny teenager out of the room and closed the door. 

"M-Mishi!" Greg was surprised and remembered too late 
he was never to speak unless spoken to, that always 
annoyed Mishi.

Mishi was hocking and snorting- she grabbed Greg by the 
one lock of hair he was allowed to keep and yanked his 
head back roughly, his mouth forced open, "'lo, 
Greggie-Poo!" she bent down, opening Greg's mouth and 
spit a nasty, thick, yellow-green loogie down his 
throat. He swallowed obediently with a loud gulp.

Mishi watched the slimy snot slide down Greg's gullet 
and let him go. It was then that she noticed him 
clutching the toilet paper.

"What the fuck is THAT?!" she demanded. Greg was NEVER 
allowed to use toilet paper, he was always supposed to 
get every last morsel of shit using only his tongue.

"N-nothing!" Greg panicked, trying to hide the 
evidence.

"NOTHING?! What the fuck do you think I am, stupid?!" 
Mishi shouted, "Is that it? You think you're better 
than me, you little worm? You think you're smarter than 
me because you're allegedly a man?! Hunh?"

Greg sat there, hunched in a defensive posture, staring 
up at his mistress in fear, eyes wide, not knowing what 
to say to appease her.

"Answer me, you fucking faggot!" She yelled and slapped 
him hard across the face, "DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?!"

"N-No, Ma'am!" Greg sputtered.

"Good, 'cause I got news for you, technically you don't 
qualify as a man in my book- bot with that one-inch 
wart you generously call a dick!" Mishi verbally abused 
him, "So, tell me again, what the fuck is that."

"I... it's a poem- I - I wrote you a poem..." Greg held 
it up for her, it wasn't exactly the conditions he 
intended on giving it to her in, but the power of the 
words would speak for themselves, he was certain, "... 
it..."

"Really?" She said cheerily as she snatched it from his 
hands, "I always like to read while I'm taking a dump."

"A..." Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted no 
time squatting over his face, her already quivering 
asshole right on his lips.

"Yup, this is gonna be a big one, too," Mishi 
explained, "we just had a huge barbecue this afternoon 
and I haven't gone to the bathroom all day... ungh..." 
her asshole popped open to release a wet fart in Greg's 
face, prompting him to open his mouth in preparation of 
his duties.

"..eghh..." Greg fought his gag reflex, it was a 
particularly nasty smelling fart and as much shit as 
he'd eaten over the last few weeks, he was sure he'd 
never get used to the taste.

Mishi began to strain, a full day's worth of 
constipated shit was trying to make it's way out of her 
ladylike little asshole, "RRRmmmmggghh... ungh..." Greg 
could see her asshole distending as the shitlog pushed 
and stretched her skin, distorting her perfect ass, 
"Ahhhh..." 

A huge load dropped directly into Greg's mouth and he 
pressed his mouth harder against her rapidly dilating 
shithole. He got straight to the work of chewing and 
swallowing her load as quickly as he could- Mishi was 
right, this was looking to be a rather large meal, 
"Munch gulp gulp - guh, schlurp," Greg made obscene 
noises as he chewed down her fecal treats, "URP - munsh 
gulp slurp slurp - mlegh, gulp - urk"

"Let's see... 'Ode to my Mishi, how I love thee, 
together we will be, just you and me' - UNGH - 
FFLLFLTTHTHTH!!! unh.." Another huge load of crap 
exited her asshole.

"Mglrmgmgmrgmglmpfugnlmglerp" Greg gagged a bit as the 
new firm shit shoves some half-chewed shit down his 
throat, "GULP ... guhhh"

"Unh... 'Entwined in your arms, I give you my heart, 
enchanted by your charms, we shall never ever-" 
FFFARRRTTTHHhhh!!!

A long, wet fart exploded from her ass and filled 
Greg's mouth with gas and wet shit. The gas exploded 
out his nose and saturated his oral and sinus cavities. 
It was a smell he was quite familiar with now and knew 
he'd never, ever forget, not in a million years. 

His thoughts drifted and he remembered with a kind of 
cold detachment something he'd heard about the sense of 
smell and the memory- that they were so closely linked 
because the particles you smelled actually came into 
direct contact with part of your brain... he realized 
that particles of shit were actually coming from her 
bowels and touching his brain... he was truly hers... 
not only was she shitting in his mind, essentially, but 
some of the shit he'd eaten from her ass and the piss 
he'd drunken from her shaven cunt countless times has 
no doubt been absorbed by him and become part of his 
body, used to grow new cells, used for energy... he and 
her shit were inextricably enmeshed... he had become 
her shit.

"Damn, that smells raunchy!" Mishi chuckled and looked 
down at Greg, "must be pretty ripe down there, hunh?" 
Greg simply looked up at her helplessly, swallowing her 
waste obediently, "okay, so where was I... 'arms... 
heart... yeah, yeah... charms, etc... oh, right, 
'enchanted by your charms, we shall never ever 
part'..."

Mishi paused to squeeze a long shitrope down Greg's 
gullet.

"Gulp gulp munch chew slurp gulp gulp gulp," Greg 
struggled to get it all down, to not let a single 
morsel go to waste.

"'You look into my eyes and I know you love me'," Mishi 
continued reading," 'Beneath the starry skies, together 
we shall be'... Ungh... UNGH..." Mishi strained hard, 
feeling the main bulk of her movement coming... with a 
vengeance, "URRRGNNGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH! God DAMN that was a 
hard one! Big as Hell! I need more fiber in my diet, 
hey, Greggie-Poo?"

"Munch gulp gulp chew munch gulp glurp mgup 
chewchewchew gulp," Greg did his best to crew the 
incredible log into something marginally manageable to 
swallow, but knew he had better make room for the rest 
and did his best to choke it down, "mmglrch... GULP!" 
In several long, huge protracted swallows, Greg 
swallowed the entire turn, visibly bulging his throat 
every time. The large lump each time seemed like it was 
going to get stuck there or revolt and reverse course. 
Amazing even himself, though, he downed the entire 
gigantic turd fed to him by his beloved.

"Okay, where was I again... ? Oh... 'starry skies' blah 
blah blah blah...," Mishi absent-mindedly let loose 
another foul, wet fart into her former boyfriend's 
shit-stained mouth, "...okay, uh... 'Some day when we 
are married, and you become my wife; across love's 
river we'll be ferried, to live a happy... ' Hey, 
shitheel, what's this last word, it's got a drop of dog 
cum on it."

"LRF!" Greg choked out around the shit log he was 
currently choking down from Mishi's hugely distended 
asshole.

"Lrf? Oh, 'life'! Of course! Ungh! Oh, yeah," Mishi 
bent over and braced herself, 

"FLURRRRRRTHGLTH-GLURPHULLTHHHHHHhhhh- ah, that 
laxative I took must be kicking in..."

Greg's eyes bulged as he felt the sudden onrush of 
liquefied shit and began swallowing as fast as he 
could, occasionally gagging on the more solid chunks 
among the river of feces, "Gulp-gulpgulp 
munchgulpchewslurrrrrglup- gulp gulp gulpurrgh-eh-
slurrrgulp-slurrrrrrgl... gulpgulpgulp... egh... URP!" 
Greg burped up a pocket of anal gas so repulsive he 
couldn't believe it came from his own stomach, "Ech... 
engh...."

"Hmmm..." Mishi sat and furrowed her brow as she 
strained to squeeze any last morsel of fecal matter 
from her dripping, filthy anus, but all she managed 
were a couple more wet farts that coated the inside of 
Greg's mouth. Greg accepted the slimy expulsions with a 
defeated, humiliated state of mind, "Oh well, I guess 
that's it, I'll have to try to build up more next time, 
that was too easy."

Greg felt like he'd gained five pounds in the last 5 
minutes, he could imagine that Mishi thought that the 
task had been easy... on the other hand, that meant he 
had pleased her, so he was happy to hear this.

"Ugh... wha...," Greg struggled to talk, his throat 
sore from swallowing huge lumps of turd, "what did you 
think of-"

"ACHOO!" Mishi sneezed violently into the toilet paper, 
blowing holes clear through parts of it, 
"SSNURRRRPHFTH-gthfnnnthhhh.." As Greg watched in utter 
horror, Mishi blew her nose in his masterpiece of love 
and devotion, filling it with huge gobs of nasal slime 
and greenish-brown snots dripping with yellow mucus.

"M-Mi-My...!" Greg struggled to articulate his horror 
and shock, but to no avail.

"fllththhth" Mishi finished blowing her nose in the 
thoroughly soaked wad of toilet paper, "Jesus, it's so 
dusty in here! You really should keep this place 
cleaner, Greggie-Poo! I'll have to get Luke to bring 
your French Maid outfit so you can lick up all the dust 
in the room," Mishi's pussy quivered at the image of 
her thoroughly whipped ex-boyfriend on all fours 
licking the floor with a frilly pink feather duster 
sticking obscenely out of his ass.

"My... my..." Greg hadn't registered a single word 
Mishi had said, he was staring, fixated, at the lump of 
snot and toilet paper that was once his supreme 
expression of love.

"Oh, your poem?" Mishi held it up for Greg to see and 
slowly and deliberately wiped her incredibly filthy ass 
crack with it getting sadistic glee in watching Greg's 
eyes follow it in horror, his lower lip beginning to 
quiver. When her ass was as clean as she could get it 
with the filthy wad of paper, she quickly grabbed 
Greg's head and yanked it back, "Here you go!" and 
shoved the foul pile of shit, snot and sappy love 
poetry into Greg's heavily browned mouth.

"GURP!" Greg's eyes bulged and he started to raise his 
hands in protest, but caught himself. He began to 
whimper pathetically.

Mishi leaned down and talked right into Greg's ear, 
watching the wad of paper in his mouth intently, "Eat 
it," she ordered.

"Rrrr!" Greg pleaded with her wordlessly, his eyes 
straining to catch hers and evoke some modicum of pity.

Mishi in turn slapped him as hard as she could, "EAT 
IT!!!!" - the force of the blow made him bite down 
instinctively, rivulets of slimy snot and goop tore 
through the soggy toilet paper and ran down to the back 
of his throat, tickling it and triggering his 
swallowing reflex.

"Rkay! Rkay!" Greg knew better than to displease or 
disobey Mishi and began to hesitantly chew the wad of 
slime and shit and paper. 

"Good, good..." Mishi watched with glee as the snots 
and mucus she'd filled the wad with squirted out 
through the paper, lumps of boogers pussing out and 
dripping down into his mouth, coating his tongue. She 
caught one wayward snot leaving a slime-trial down his 
chin and scooped it back up into his mouth to make sure 
he enjoyed every last tidbit of nastiness she'd 
prepared for him. Greg chewed and swallowed repeatedly, 
destroying a little more of his will and pride with 
each gulp.

Finally Greg finished and opened his mouth for Mishi to 
witness.

"You really are pathetic," Mishi stood up as she shoves 
Greg to the floor.

Greg began sobbing uncontrollably, he knew he'd never 
be able to remember his work of art again, it was lost 
forever, it was being destroyed by the acids in his 
stomach, he could feel his guts churning to digest it.

"You little faggot, crying like a fuckin' little 
pansy," Mishi sneered with sheer, utter contempt. She 
turned and saw Luke walking by. She whistled to get his 
attention and he walked over. Luke looked in the room 
and saw Greg sobbing on the floor and shook his head in 
disgust.

"Luke, honey, listen," Mishi caressed the big black 
man's bare muscled chest sensuously as she gave him 
instructions, "This little shit-for-brains disobeyed me 
and that room is dirty as Hell. Put him in that short 
French Maid's skirt, give him a steaming hot piss enema 
and shove the feather duster up his ass- make him hold 
it while he licks the room clean, and I mean spotless. 
Then punish him real good for his insubordination. When 
you're all done, he can have his enema for dinner if he 
doesn't spill it."

Greg saw the impressive bulge in Luke's jeans grow as 
Mishi described his punishment and knew he had a long, 
long night ahead of him.

"Yo, you got it, bitch, he's gonna be in a WORLD a 
shit!" Luke chuckled as he cracked his knuckles loudly.

"Good!" Mishi chirped pleasantly, almost playfully, as 
she stood back and glanced down disdainfully at the 
crushed, worthless worm before her, "Just as he 
deserves," She leaned down and grabbed Greg by the jaw 
and lifted his head to make eye contact with him and 
said in the nastiest, cruelest, most contemptible tone: 
"Looks like you're up Shit's Creek, not Love's River, 
Greggie-Poo!"

And with that, she turned lightly on her toes and 
pranced out of Greg's little world of pain and 
suffering.

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by ScatWoman@aol.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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