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Blanket Disclaimer: I, the author of this story, do not in any way condone,
Blanket Warning: The stories I write feature sexual acts far outside the
Safety First: I do try and make my stories as realistic as is plausible. I don’t like And now, on with the show... Filthy (Fs, MF, M*F) Waking Up The alarm clock ticked over one digit, and without a sound it now read 7:00 AM. Almost instantly the attached CD player burst into life, and the first notes of a song began to play on the room’s surround speakers. Shawna woke with a start as one of her favorite songs began to play; she had forgotten to turn off her work alarm for the weekend. She almost got up to turn off the alarm and go back to sleep, but after a few moments the singer began to work her magic in a voice that sent shivers up Shawna’s spine.
"My music in your head... Shawna lay back down and just enjoyed the song, as she always did. It was not only one of her favorite songs by this particular band; it was one of her favorite songs of all time. Her tight young body began to move appreciatively to the beat, as Shawna got more into the song. She wasn’t wearing anything, she never did at night. Her dyed black hair was splayed out across the dark purple sheets of her bed, and her black bedcovers were tossed to the side from her usual nightmares.
"You are my special breed... Her skin was very pale from lack of sunlight, but it was smooth and soft and unblemished in all her twenty-six years of life. Shawna’s long legs sawed against each other gently as she rocked her hips to the song, her shaved pussy enjoying the feeling. She brought one of her hands up her body, and gently began playing one of her long, delicate fingers across her flat belly. In a moment she began running that finger in little circles around her left nipple. Her breasts were not very big, only B cups, but she liked small tits anyway, they were easier to play with.
"Gimme, gimme, what I need! Shawna squinted her bright blue eyes in confusion. She was exceedingly horny this morning. It wasn’t strange for her to wake up horny, she did that most every day, but today was different somehow. She was hornier than she’d ever been before; her pussy was throbbing with heat, and it seemed like every fiber of her body was just aching to be touched. Unexpectedly her belly rumbled, and the urge to relieve herself grew very strong. The combination of horniness and the sudden bathroom need sparked a thought in Shawna’s filthy little brain. She grinned wickedly, and giggled. Breakfast Her mind made up, Shawna scooted until she was lying on top of her blanket, then closed her eyes and spread her legs, laying her hands on her flat belly in preparation for her breakfast. She took a deep breath and stopped moving, focusing on enjoying every sensation as she relieved herself right then and there. A moment later she felt her piss flow out, and she heard it hit her bed an instant after that. The piss began forming a small puddle, and started to splash against her legs. Shawna sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being dirty as she deliberately wet her bed. She pissed for several long moments, like she always did in the morning, until finally it trickled down to a slow drip. Quickly, before it soaked too much into the blackness of her blanket, Shawna sat up and swiveled until she was sitting on her knees. She leaned down and buried her face against her piss-soaked blanket, noisily slurping up the puddle that remained, relishing the taste of her own morning urine. It was very strong, like morning piss always was, and she loved it. Once that was gone she took her blanket in her mouth and began sucking it clean. Still in her kneeling position, before all the piss was gone, Shawna placed her hands in front of her and spread her feet so they weren’t underneath her firm white ass. She again closed her eyes and focused on the very enjoyable sensations as she held her breath to squeeze out her morning shit. A very slight moan rippled through Shawna’s throat like a shiver rippled up her spine, as she took a shit on her own purple pillow at the same time she sucked her piss out of her blanket. The filthiness drove her insane with lust. As was usual with morning shits, this was a good sized load. Four fair-sized turds had quietly plopped out on Shawna’s pillow when she began crawling forward towards the foot of her bed. She kept the blanket in her mouth like a sexy little dog, still sucking her piss out of it as she dragged it along with her. She also kept shitting, like a filthy little bitch of a dog, as she crawled forward; she left a trail of three fair-sized turds and a few smaller drops along the dark purple sheets of her bed. Dropping the blanket, Shawna quickly turned around and surveyed her handiwork with a pleased smile. In her lust and hunger, Shawna didn’t waste any time. She quickly laid down on her trail of shit and immediately buried her face in the pile of shit on her pillow. She moaned as the warmth engulfed her face and spread across her chest and stomach. Wiggling her body she began to spread herself in it as she twisted her face from side to side to coat it as well. The pile was a good one, she had to keep her eyes closed as her entire face was buried in her shit. Opening her full lips greedily, Shawna stuck out her tongue and began pulling shit into her mouth. When that wasn’t enough to sate her, she opened her mouth fully and began taking whole bites of the shit her face was buried in. She shoved her face forward into her pillow, chewing and swallowing quickly. In only a few moments she had eaten her face free of the pile of shit, and she took a quick breath before continuing. She felt her stomach beginning to reject the shit, like it usually did, but she forced herself to hold it down as she finished as much as she could. All too soon and suddenly it was too much. Shawna felt it coming and only barely managed to force herself up to her hands and knees before she wretched violently. Arching her back it was so strong, Shawna puked all over her bed just below her pillow. It was mostly brown and yellow, and it was over in a moment, but she wasn’t done yet. Taking a deep breath as she felt another coming, Shawna braced herself again as another violent bout hit her, and her back arched again as she vomited more onto the pile beneath her. It spread quickly to the depressions her hands made on the mattress, pooling around her delicate fingers with its warmth and slimy texture. She finished her second bout and took another breath, before a third burst came up and out. This last one was brief, and she managed to hold down the rest. Now, though, Shawna was finally looking at her breakfast. Piss and shit were fine, but this before her was as filthy as it could possibly get. Nothing could be better. Quickly Shawna licked her right hand clean then dropped her face down to the vomit on her bed as she brought her clean hand down to her cunt. She lapped up puke like a cat, tasting the shit and piss it was made up of. Two fingers buried in her cunt, Shawna sawed them in and out of herself in ecstasy as she ate her puke. Her gag reflex couldn’t handle it, and she puked yet again, this time she left her face right next to the mattress so her puke pooled up around her head. She kept her mouth open and let the puke flow back in, swallowing as much as she could before she puked again violently. Shawna kept this up for as long as she could, puking and swallowing it and puking again, as her hand worked violently on her cunt. She added fingers until all four were digging into her cunt mightily. Moaning and swallowing and puking, Shawna writhed in pleasure and filth as her body was covered more and more in her shit, urine, and vomit by the moment. Her hair was soaked with vomit and matted with shit, and her entire front was covered in both. Her face was almost unrecognizable, so covered in shit and piss was it. Finally she felt herself nearing climax, and she picked up her efforts with her hand. It hit her hard like it always did during such filthy moments, and she screamed as she orgasmed into her own puddle of shitty puke. The strain of orgasm was too much on her tortured stomach, and she puked even while she came, which pushed her orgasm to a whole new level. Done puking a moment later, Shawna resumed screaming and convulsing. Then, as suddenly as it came, it was gone. Shawna collapsed on the bed, weeping openly in pleasure and disgusted shame. She breathed deeply, turning her head on its side so she wouldn’t inhale her own puke, trying to catch her breath. Exhausted, she passed out covered in puke and shit, her head in the biggest puddle next to her shit-stained pillow, her right hand buried in her cunt. Delivery Man Shawna woke again very suddenly, when someone began pounding on her apartment door. The sound was muffled here, in her bedroom, but it woke her nonetheless as it echoed through the living room. Her stereo was still blaring music, now it was playing a song called "After the Flesh." It was another favorite, making the shit, piss, and puke-covered girl smile. Looking down at the puddle she still laid in, she could tell she hadn’t been asleep for very long. The knocking came again, and she heard someone with a deep voice mutter to himself in annoyance. The voice sent a thrill down Shawna’s spine that she hadn’t expected. Why the hell was she so horny today? Another thought sparked in her head, and she chuckled in disbelief. More important than her horniness, why was she so filthy today? Either way, she knew that once a thought crossed her mind she’d end up doing it, Shawna decided to just go ahead with it. The worst that could happen was that she’d scare the poor guy away. Getting up from her bed, Shawna had to flip her puke- soaked hair back behind her head. Thinking again, she brought most of it around to the front, so it would drip wet vomit down her shit-covered breasts. She wiped a bit of puke away from her eyes and nose, but left the rest there, and proceeded to the front door. Her heart was beating faster and louder than she ever remembered it, and her pussy was dripping in anticipation. Putting one delicate hand on the door handle, she took a deep breath and opened the door very suddenly. Standing in the hallway of the apartment complex was a delivery man. He was tall, over six feet, and his skin was the color of dark chocolate. At the sight of the petite, pale, blue-eyed woman covered in shit and vomit, the man’s eyes widened and he nearly dropped the package in his hands. "What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, taking a step back. Shawna was about to slam the door and run, too, but her filthy lust gave her the courage to stand her ground. She flashed him what she believed was her most seductive smile, and slowly stuck out her tongue to delicately lick some puke off her lips. She swallowed hard, managing to not wretch at the taste and texture, and looked directly into the man’s big brown eyes. The fact that he hadn’t taken off yet was promising. Neither of them spoke for several moments, but the man’s eyes were roaming across Shawna’s naked body in equal parts disgust and desire. Shawna broke the silence first. "You can come in," she said quietly, stepping back to allow the man access, "if you want to." He almost left the instant Shawna opened her full, puke-soaked lips to speak. Looking down at her pale, perfect body though, even covered in filth like it was, he simply couldn’t resist. There was something about this sick white bitch... With a deep breath he stepped forward and walked into Shawna’s apartment. Shawna almost had the door closed when, down the hallway, one of her neighbors came out of his apartment. It was Mr. Sevzky, an old immigrant probably in his sixties. He stopped and stared at Shawna, the young woman who lived at the end of the hall, naked and covered in filth, and at the black man just entering her apartment. Shawna stared back, not knowing what to do until, finally, she gave Mr. Sevzky the same seductive smile and, very slowly, shut her apartment door. Turning around, Shawna took the package that the man was holding out to her, something she’d ordered from Amazon.com and forgotten about, apparently. He said something, but Shawna was too far gone with lust to hear it. Walking directly to her couch--a large, plush, black leather couch--she laid down and looked directly at her guest. "Do want you want," she stated simply and directly, shaking she was so scared and so horny, "everything you want." "I don’t want to hurt you," the man replied. "Then don’t," Shawna replied, smiling. He hesitated for another moment, still not sure if he wanted to go through with this, but then Shawna arched her back on the couch as she shifted position to get comfortable. Her hips jutted forward, her firm hand-sized breasts pushed forward, and her flat stomach arched gracefully in line with her back. Suddenly, the shit and puke covering her body didn’t matter. The strange man almost lunged forward toward Shawna, and her pussy quivered at the thought of being ravaged by a perfect stranger in her own apartment. He ripped his pants open and pulled out his cock, Shawna sighed in lust at the sight of it. The man leaned forward and grabbed Shawna’s head, pushing her toward his cock. Shawna didn’t fight at all, she lunged toward the chocolate-colored cock in front of her, wrapping her puke-stained lips around it like a starving woman. She snaked her tongue across the length of it inside her mouth, feeling it grow more and more firm as she sucked gently on it and played her tongue across it. In a few moments it began to get too big for her mouth, and Shawna had to back off a bit. The man, however, wouldn’t have any of that. Putting his hand on the back of Shawna’s head, he held her head right where it was as he rammed his now rock-hard cock into her face. Shawna gagged and sputtered, but the man just pushed harder, fucking her face like it was her cunt, ramming his cock into the back of her throat. Within moments Shawna gagged hard, wretched, then puked just as hard. It coated the man’s cock and, when he immediately pulled it out again, ran down her chin and onto her tits. "You puked on my dick, bitch!" the man exclaimed. Gasping for breath, Shawna looked up in surprise. "You were fucking me so deep, I thought that’s what you wanted." The man stuck his cock at Shawna’s tits, coating his dick in Shawna’s puke, he wretched himself and almost threw up, but caught himself. Thinking about it for a moment, he looked deliberately at the vomit pooling up between his cock and her tits, and didn’t stop himself when he felt his breakfast coming back up. Without warning the man puked all over Shawna. She squealed in surprise as the man’s vomit splashed across her face and hair, only barely closing her eyes in time. A second later the man puked across her tits and his cock, and before he was even finished he shoved his cock back into Shawna’s mouth. Now she had a huge black cock ramming down her throat threatening to make her puke again, as well as puke splashing down across her face. It was too much, and Shawna couldn’t have held this one in even if she wanted to. She vomited again, violently like before when she’d had her breakfast, and it literally ejected the man’s dick from her mouth it was so powerful. Shawna came hard. The man looked down in disbelief at what was obviously an orgasm, as the sick bitch arched her back and screamed in an orgasm brought on by being covered in puke and having her face raped. Sliding down her body, the man quickly rammed his rock-hard prick into the bitch’s sopping cunt, puke and all. The woman’s eyes opened in surprise, but she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. She tried to kiss him, but the smell was too much for him, and he puked right in her face. Shawna opened her mouth when the man puked on her this time, letting most of it fall down her throat and swallowing as much as she could. She wretched again but forced it to stay down, looking directly into the man’s eyes as she swallowed his vomit. As she’d hoped, that was too much for him, and he puked again. Again Shawna opened her mouth, but this time she let herself puke, let it run down her body to where her cunt was being pounded like raw meat. In moments she had another orgasm, her cunt muscles clenching tightly onto the stranger’s cock as he fucked her. The friction was too much, and he groaned deeply as he orgasmed. He came hard, filling Shawna’s sick white cunt with his cum as deeply as she’d ever had it. Shawna moaned and came harder at the feeling, wrapping her legs around her guest. In a few moments, both their orgasms were over. The man looked around him, at the couch now splashed with vomit, the beautiful white woman literally covered in puke and shit, and the front of his delivery uniform soaked in puke. It was too much. He tried to back away, and Shawna let him, but not fast enough. The man puked again, all over Shawna’s perfect body, and quickly turned and ran from the room just as fast as he could. Shawna giggled as she watched him go, then lay back comfortably on the couch, enjoying the sensations of orgasm afterglow and being covered in a strange man’s vomit. Mr. Sevzky Restless as she lay there on the couch, covered in her shit, her vomit, and the vomit of a strange black man (her cunt seeping that same strange man’s cum), Shawna began to realize she was still horny. She glanced around her at the vomit splattered over her couch. It could be easily cleaned, but that would have to wait. Right now she needed to somehow take care of this as-yet insatiable lust. Suddenly the image of Mr. Sevzky came back to her, and Shawna immediately knew she was going to go through with it. He’d seen her from the hallway, and he hadn’t said anything. It was worth a shot, and anything filthy was enough to set her cunt buzzing right now. Sitting up, she enjoyed the feeling of the vomit pooling up underneath her ass, dribbling down between her ass cheeks, and settling right against her puckered asshole. She smiled to herself, wiggled her butt in the puke a little bit, then got up and walked out of her apartment and into the hallway. The old, worn carpet of the low-rent apartment Shawna lived in was uncomfortable on her bare feet, but she reveled in the feeling. At any moment, any of her neighbors could enter the hallway from two different directions, or from the several different front doors they had, and see her; naked, covered head to toe in shit and the vomit of two different people, with cum leaking out of her. The very idea sent a shiver up her spine, and her level of excitement almost doubled. She was so horny now she almost couldn’t stand it. Within a few moments she was standing outside Mr. Sevzky’s door, almost unsure of what to do. Not knowing any other course, and figuring it was as good as anything, she reached her hand up and timidly knocked, three times. When he answered the door, he would most likely freak out in one way or another. Shawna was ready to run if he so much as widened his eyes at her. Suddenly, and without any warning (not even a sound from the other side), Mr. Sevzky’s door flew open. Shawna squeaked in alarm and took a step back, almost bolting for her apartment door, but something kept her from going. Mr. Sevzky stood there silently, his eyes roaming over Shawna’s body, taking in her puke-matted hair, the cum dripping out of her, and everything in between. Her big blue eyes were full of fear...and lust. "I thought you would come," Mr. Sevzky said after a few moments, in his thick accent. "Women like you are all same." Shawna opened her mouth as if to speak, but she didn’t know what to say. Mr. Sevzky’s eyes were cold and hard, and something about his demeanor told her that, despite being in his sixties, he could probably snap her in two without even breaking a sweat or batting an eye. Shawna was a submissive girl by nature, and the look of sheer superiority in Mr. Sevzky’s eyes sent a fire running through her cunt right up into her chest. She dropped to her knees before him, bowed her head, and didn’t say a single word. Mr. Sevzky smirked and chuckled to himself. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of Shawna’s filthy hair and dragged her into the apartment. She winced in pain but didn’t complain as she was lead into the old apartment, hearing the door shut and lock behind her. All she could see was the worn carpet underneath her, digging into her knees, and for some reason the apartment had an overpowering smell of cinnamon. Walking swiftly, Mr. Sevzky lead Shawna by the hair across his apartment to the bedroom door. Shawna had to scramble furiously to keep up but stay as low as the hand that held her hair, and Mr. Sevzky didn’t seem to care about her discomfort in the slightest. It was absolutely erotic. "So you wish be used, do you?" Mr. Sevzky muttered as he lead Shawna to his old bed with a thick homemade quilt on it. He literally threw her head onto the floor near the foot of the bed, and Shawna’s body had no choice but to follow. She screamed in pain at the sudden jerk, holding her hand against the top of her head tenderly. "I show you what used is, little cunt," Mr. Sevzky continued. He stood at the foot of the bed next to Shawna, looking down at her silently for a few moments. The girl didn’t move or look up; she had been trained that way by previous Masters. "Take off belt," came Mr. Sevzky’s sudden order, and Shawna moved quickly to comply. She reached up and unbuckled Mr. Sevzky’s belt with experienced fingers, gently slipping it out of the belt loops and placing the belt in his outstretched hand. She waited then for another order, but instead she felt his hand reach down and grip her chin, covered in vomit, gently between two fingers. Shawna was surprised at his sudden gentleness as he raised her face to look up at him. Out of nowhere the belt came and hit Shawna right on the cheek full force. She screamed in pain and surprise, falling to the floor, instinctively bringing her hands up to her face. "What you say when I give order, cunt?" Mr. Sevzky asked in his calm tone. Shawna silently cursed herself for being so stupid. Her previous Masters had demanded silent obedience; she should have known that not everyone would be the same way. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "Yes, Master," Shawna spoke up with genuine regret, "I’m sorry, Master." Again came the belt out of nowhere, this time on Shawna’s other cheek and she went flying to the floor the other direction. This hit brought tears to her eyes, and it wasn’t over yet. Mr. Sevzky hit her again, this time across her exposed back, causing her to roll over and arch her back, exposing her vomit-covered breasts. Not surprisingly, the third and hardest hit came directly across Shawna’s breasts, and she screamed in pain, doubling over and whimpering. Mr. Sevzky reached down and again took hold of Shawna’s filthy hair, yanking her head back to look up at him. She looked directly into his eyes, didn’t utter a word of complaint. He looked down at her, judging her actions for a moment. "You not earn right to call me Master, little American cunt," he said quietly. Shawna’s face clearly showed the shamed realization she felt at those words, and her eyes were genuinely apologetic. She did not, however, utter a single peep without permission. Mr. Sevzky smiled. "Now, you have something to say?" he asked. "I’m so sorry Mr. Sevzky, I really am." Shawna replied, her voice strained because Mr. Sevzky had her head tilted back. Mr. Sevzky smiled his cold, superior smile, and abruptly let go of Shawna’s hair. Her head hit the ground with a thud, and she grunted in pain, but didn’t complain. Standing up to his full height, Mr. Sevzky looked down at Shawna, taking a deep breath and tapping a clean finger to his chin. He was obviously contemplating several possibilities of what to do with this filthy little cunt who came to him unbidden. Shawna didn’t move; just averted her eyes as she had been trained and patiently awaited instruction. After a few moments of thinking, Mr. Sevzky spoke up. "Take off pants," he ordered simply. "Yes, Mr. Sevzky," Shawna replied, and she immediately sat up and reached out to undo his trouser button and zipper. Pulling down his pants, she held herself firm so Mr. Sevzky could balance his weight on her shoulder as he stepped out of the pants and she pulled them away. After that she repeated the procedure with Mr. Sevzky’s underwear, and found herself looking at a cock older than any she’d ever seen. The pubic hair was gray, but other than that it looked like a regular man’s cock. It was decently sized and about half-hard now. Shawna licked her lips, tasting puke again. "Now lay back, cunt," Mr. Sevzky ordered again in his quiet but powerful tone. Shawna laid back, and Mr. Sevzky squatted over her face, placing his genitals directly over her mouth. "You will be toilet," he ordered without missing a beat, and Shawna’s heart skipped. "If one drop get on carpet, you will pay," Mr. Sevzky continued, and immediately began pissing. Shawna nearly panicked when the piss came before she was ready; it splashed across her nose (some of it went up her nose) and she only barely managed to get her mouth over Mr. Sevzky’s cock in time to start swallowing. Her mind raced in terror. What if she couldn’t swallow it all? What if it made her puke like it usually did? She so loved her breakfast routine that she’d never even tried to grow accustomed to scat, Mr. Sevzky would be furious if she puked all over his carpet! After a few moments though, Shawna just began to enjoy herself in the current task, as she always did for Masters. Mr. Sevzky obviously had to go fairly badly, as he was letting go a powerful stream right down her throat. Shawna swallowed at a rapid rate, her lips gently placed around the head of Mr. Sevzky’s cock, her throat working overtime to keep up with the amount of urine. It went on for several moments, Shawna’s already highly aroused state only growing as Mr. Sevzky kept pissing straight down her throat. Eventually, though, the stream began to grow weaker, until it was nothing more than a few drips. Shawna pulled her mouth off but left it open under his cock, reaching her hand up to gently milk the prick of the last few dribbles of urine. She savored the taste and moaned quietly to herself before swallowing. Giving Shawna only a heartbeat to prepare herself, Mr. Sevzky suddenly grunted and Shawna could see a turd already poking out of his ass. Quickly she scooted down and moved her mouth underneath Mr. Sevzky’s asshole, opening wide just in time to catch the small lump of shit in her mouth. It was rancid, and Shawna gagged immediately, but she didn’t have time for that as she saw another one coming immediately after. Clenching her fists, Shawna forced herself to swallow, and was just in time to open her mouth to catch the second lump, bigger than the first. This one landed in her mouth and was big enough that it still stuck out about half an inch. It was soft, though, and it wasn’t difficult for Shawna to immediately bite and keep chewing, balancing the smaller bit on her lips. She gagged three different times during the process of chewing the bit in her mouth, but managed to open her lips to let the remaining bit in just as Mr. Sevzky’s third lump came poking out. Shawna chewed and swallowed quickly, but wasn’t in time to catch her gag reflex. She snapped her mouth shut instantly, and whimpered as she wretched and filled her own mouth with vomit. Tears were brimming in her eyes now, and Mr. Sevzky’s third turd was almost out of his ass. Shawna desperately opened her mouth and caught the third lump of shit, which was roughly the same size as the second, in her vomit-filled mouth. She gagged and whimpered, forcing her mouth to close and managing to not let anything spill out. Taking a deep breath to prepare only made things worse, as the stench of shit and puke became even worse. Shawna wretched yet again, only adding more vomit to the mixture in her mouth, and her tears began streaming down her face. Mr. Sevzky began pushing out a fourth lump of shit, and at that moment Shawna knew she couldn’t do it. She sobbed to herself, mouth full of shit and vomit, as the fourth turd landed softly on her face. In desperation she opened her throat and tried to swallow, but it was too much. Opening her throat was the final straw, and a deluge of vomit too strong for her to stop erupted from her mouth. The turd on her face fell down onto her chest and rolled onto Mr. Sevzky’s carpet. Worse, Shawna’s mouth burst open and vomit burbled out of her mouth carrying another lump of shit with it. The puke overflowed across Shawna’s face and dripped down onto the floor, including the shit. "Stupid cunt," Mr. Sevzky spat down at her venomously, but he didn’t stop shitting. He kept going, dropping four more turds down on Shawna’s face as she sobbed openly, laying in a puddle of her puke, continuing to vomit periodically, as more lumps of shit dropped onto her face and neck. Her chest was heaving with sobs now, terrified of what Mr. Sevzky would do to punish her for this; and he was right to do so, Shawna would not fight back. Just Punishment Finally, Mr. Sevzky finished shitting on Shawna’s face, but the young woman didn’t stop her sobbing. She was humiliated beyond belief that she hadn’t been able to take all that Mr. Sevzky had to offer; she hadn’t even been able to take half of it. She was horrified that she had let Mr. Sevzky down and made a mess on his carpet against orders, and now she was going to be punished like the filthy little whore she was. Through it all, Shawna’s cunt was almost flowing with juices. Mr. Sevzky slowly stood up and stepped to the side, looking down at Shawna with an expression mixed between anger and disappointment. He stared down at her for several moments, watching her sob quietly to herself and try to swallow as much of her vomit as she could. With great suddenness, Mr. Sevzky reached down and grabbed a handful of Shawna’s hair, yanking her up to her full height. Shawna cried out in pain as her entire body was lifted off the ground by her hair, and only barely managed to get her feet underneath her when Mr. Sevzky’s fist suddenly hit her straight in the gut. Shawna’s cry of pain became a painful expulsion of air, and her legs failed her so she was again hanging from her hair. Mr. Sevzky let go, and Shawna hit the ground with a heavy thud, gasping for air. Again without warning, Mr. Sevzky reared his foot back, and brought it forward suddenly into Shawna’s gut. Shawna left the ground with the force of Mr. Sevzky’s kick, and landed painfully on her hip. Her sobbing increased, though each sob was painful now. Shawna held one arm weakly over her injured stomach and wretched, unable even to throw up anymore. All she could do was sob pitifully and writhe in agony on her pile of puke and the shit she failed to swallow. Mr. Sevzky’s foot came out of nowhere the second time, Shawna never saw it coming as it belted straight into her mouth. Shawna’s head snapped back and she felt herself move across the floor a couple feet, until her head hit the bedpost and she bounced back forward onto the floor again. She lay there for almost a minute after that, sobbing bitterly and holding both her aching gut and her bloodied mouth. Her only movement came from the shaking of her sobbing, and occasionally she would wretch again and throw up a tiny bit more on Mr. Sevzky’s carpet. "Kneel," Mr. Sevzky quietly instructed, pointing to the puddle of vomit and shit in front of him. Wretching once more, Shawna took a deep breath and answered weakly, "yes, Mr. Sevzky." Gasping in pain from her gut, holding one hand over her mouth and still sobbing, Shawna slowly managed to sit up. She scooted over in front of Mr. Sevzky and brought her feet underneath her firm round ass, her knees together, her head bowed. Knowing the proper position for someone in her place, Shawna reluctantly took her hand away from her mouth and brought both hands to her sides. She straightened her shoulders and back, which caused her breasts to jut out, and sat like that silently, blood very slowly dribbling down her chin. With the lightning suddenness she’d grown used to but could never hope to prepare for, Mr. Sevzky struck again. He landed a backhand that sent Shawna sprawling across the floor, crying out in pain again. "Again," Mr. Sevzky demanded in the same tone. "Y..." Shawna tried to answer through her sobs and throbbing jaw, but it was so difficult. "Yes mrsevzky," she managed to blurt out between two sobs. Agonizingly she sat back up and kneeled before Mr. Sevzky again; eyes downcast, chest thrust out, hands at her side, feet under her ass, like a good girl. The same lightning struck again, on the same aching side of Shawna’s face as before, and again she flew back with a cry of pain. This time, though, Mr. Sevzky was far from done. He followed Shawna across the floor and laid into her with blow after blow. He rained his fists down on Shawna’s face, hitting her at least three times that Shawna was coherent of. He pelted his fists across her chest, bruising her tits and pounding into her ribs. He hit her in the stomach again, as well as her arms, shoulders, and all along her back including her kidneys. Shawna screamed in pain the whole time, but never a word of protest, only grunts of pain and gurgles of sobbing agony. More than once she would raise her head from a blow to the stomach or back, only to have Mr. Sevzky’s fist slam into her face, which would drive her head directly against the floor again. After what seemed like hours to Shawna, it suddenly stopped. When Mr. Sevzky grabbed Shawna’s hair, however, she knew it was far from over. He dragged her across the floor (apparently she had somehow slid across the entire room) back to the puddle of shit and vomit, and threw her face directly into it. Lifting Shawna’s ass up in the air with both hands, he reached forward and rammed her face into the pile of filth on his carpet. With no warning whatsoever, Shawna felt Mr. Sevzky’s cock press against her ass. His strength was enormous for such an elderly Master, and Shawna screamed in pain as Mr. Sevzky shoved his cock almost halfway into her without any preparation whatsoever. She sobbed bitterly as what turned out to be a six-inch cock pressed its way un-bidden into her asshole to its very base. With one hand, Mr. Sevzky held Shawna’s face in the shit and vomit on his carpet. With his other hand, he continued to pummel her occasionally in the ribs, or reach around and squeeze a nipple until she cried out. The whole time, he continued to rape her ass as hard as he could, driving his cock into her with as much strength as he could muster. Shawna’s legs couldn’t hold her ass in the air against that kind of strength, and within moments Mr. Sevzky was laying on top of the young cunt, ramming his cock into her ass in a perversion of the missionary position. After a few minutes of this, Mr. Sevzky grunted with effort, and Shawna could feel him cum inside of her. He stopped fucking once he was done, and just laid on top of her breathing heavily. The only movement was Shawna’s sobbing, which was now somewhat more subdued, and broken occasionally by sniffles. Her face still in the puddle of filth, she had difficulty breathing without inhaling and drowning in her own vomit. She accepted it as her punishment for what she'd done. Such a filthy, disobedient whore deserved to be raped. Finally, Mr. Sevzky pulled his cock, covered in shit and some of Shawna’s blood, out of her torn asshole. He stood slowly, and stepped to the side. "Again," he demanded in the same voice, pointing to his feet. Shawna almost began to hyperventilate. She didn’t know if she could take being beaten again, or raped again, it was too much. Shawna, however, was too well trained and too subservient to ever disobey the order. She tried to move to get up, but the pain in her entire torso was almost too much, and she gasped and fell back down. Mr. Sevzky exercised extreme patience and generosity by not saying a word, simply waiting for Shawna to comply with his order. Again Shawna put her hands underneath her, and managed to roll onto her side. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as she pressed hard against the floor to raise herself up. With agonizing motions she managed to slowly return herself to the proper position at Mr. Sevzky’s feet. Her eyes, downcast, were filled with terror if Mr. Sevzky had deigned to look, and her chin was trembling. In fact Shawna’s entire body was trembling in fear, pain, and exhaustion; she was nearly at her limit. Mr. Sevzky waited for several very long, very agonizing moments. "Clean me," he said calmly. Shawna flinched at the words, expecting another strike, but when the words registered to her she almost collapsed with relief and laughed with joy at the same time. She was too well trained to do anything but comply, though, and so she took a deep breath and licked her bleeding lips gingerly. "Yes, Mr. Sevzky," she managed to croak through a sore throat and battered lips. She leaned forward and gingerly, almost lovingly, took Mr. Sevzky’s now-flacid cock into her mouth. It was covered in a bit of her shit, but not much, and more than a bit of her own blood. Shawna didn’t utter a noise of complaint as she began to wash her tongue across every surface of the cock in her mouth, gently scrubbing it clean of her unworthy filth. When she was finished, she sat back in the proper position again, struggling to remain upright. Mr. Sevzky remained silent for several moments, then he spoke again. "You soiled my carpet against what I tell you," he said quietly, and Shawna blushed in shame at the words. "However, you obey other orders like good cunt. You take punishment almost well." Shawna was shocked at the praise, she had never expected anything like that! In fact she was so shocked she almost glanced up at Mr. Sevzky’s face to see if he was telling the truth. She didn’t, though, managing to keep her eyes properly downcast and waiting for his next command. "Crawl out my house now, cunt," Mr. Sevzky said quietly. "Go sleep." "Yes, Mr. Sevzky," Shawna replied again, her throat aching with the words and her mouth sending sharp pains through her head. She gingerly turned to the door and leaned forward, managing to barely hold her weight on her arms. Holding even her small body up was difficult, she was in so much pain, but somehow she managed to do so. Carefully and slowly, Shawna crawled out of Mr. Sevzky’s bedroom, across his hallway, and to his front door. Mr. Sevzky was already there waiting, and he opened the door for her to crawl through. When she was out in the hallway, Shawna made to carefully stand up, but Mr. Sevzky stopped her with a clucking of his tongue. Shawna immediately dropped back to her knees and, continuing to crawl, headed slowly and painfully back to her apartment. The thought of one of her other neighbors seeing her like this horrified the young woman, and she hurried as best as she could in her agony. Eventually, painfully, the bruised, bloodied young woman, with shit covering her entire body, vomit mixed in the shit and matted in her hair, crawled to her apartment door. As she reached up to turn the handle, she heard the quiet click of Mr. Sevzky’s apartment door behind her. Homecoming Shawna laid back gingerly on her black leather couch, right over the splatters of vomit from when the delivery man had puke-fucked her earlier. In agonizing pain, she was still choking back sobs, and tears still found their way down her face every now and then. Yet somehow, for some reason, Shawna did not feel she’d had a horrible time. Mr. Sevzky had used her as a toilet, he’d beaten her severely, he had raped her, and he’d humiliated her and debased her. That man knew how to treat a true filth-slut. Something clicked in Shawna, the instant that thought crossed her mind. A filth-slut....a shit-whore....a puke-bitch. All of those were what she was. She had enjoyed every moment of being a toilet. She had enjoyed being humiliated, at least on some level. She even had to admit to herself, laying there holding her arms to her battered body, that she had somehow enjoyed the beating and the rape. She owed Mr. Sevzky a very large amount of thanks. This was one of the most major realizations Shawna had ever had about herself in all her young life. In twenty-six years she had become what she was now; a woman who enjoyed shit and puke, who enjoyed being beaten and raped, a woman who enjoyed being humiliated and degraded. A chuckle of contentment caused Shawna to wince in pain, and she decided that the thanks to Mr. Sevzky would unfortunately have to wait until she had recovered from his wonderful lesson. Without warning there was the sound of a key in the apartment door. Shawna’s heart almost stopped beating entirely as she realized her roommate was home from work; she worked odd hours at the mortuary. Before she could even manage to lift a single finger of her aching body, the door swung open and in walked Yuki. Yuki was an exchange student, and had become a fast friend and occasional lover of Shawna’s not long after arriving in the country. Yet the sight before her stopped the young Japanese girl cold in her tracks. There on the couch was Shawna, her face battered and bloody, only cleared in areas where tears had obviously run freely, holding bruised arms against her equally battered breasts, ribs, and stomach. For a moment she thought the worst and almost went to help her friend, then she noticed the rest. Shawna just laid there, eyes wide, too petrified to act, almost unable to believe she’d been caught in such a state. She just laid there in pain and fear as Yuki took in the vomit matting Shawna’s hair, the puke and shit covering her face, the same mixture covering her body. She glanced to the side, through Shawna’s door, and saw the now-dried mess that was visible even on Shawna’s dark sheets and blanket. The stench was powerful. Quietly closing the door behind her and locking it, Yuki walked over to Shawna’s side and knelt down delicately, as only asian women can. With great care, she looked over Shawna’s body, eyeing her friend’s wounds with an apparently practiced eye. She nodded to herself when she decided that none of the wounds were serious, then directed her brown, almond-shaped eyes at Shawna’s crystal blue orbs. "This was consensual?" Yuki asked, in that accent Shawna found so damn erotic. Shawna nodded slightly, even that movement causing her enough pain to wince. To her surprise, Yuki smiled widely, and reached forward to stroke Shawna’s filth-covered cheek. She leaned forward and, closing her eyes, gave Shawna a very gentle kiss, careful to not harm her friend’s tender bruised lips. With delicate, fluttering kisses, she licked the puke, shit, and blood from Shawna’s lips. Shawna, too shocked for words, could only close her eyes and enjoy the kiss. After a few moments, Yuki pulled back and looked into Shawna’s eyes again. "Finally," she said with a smile, "you realize what you are." Shawna grinned painfully at her friend. It seemed her life had undergone a drastic change for the interesting. Author: X |
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