CRYSTAL EATS BROWN HONEY

BY QUILLER

As usual, complete fantasy for adults only. You certainly shouldn't do any of this anyplace.

'I need you to do it for me, honey.' Emma Delaney stroked her daughter's hair. 'Just to see if you like it.'

'I won't like it, mommy,' pouted the ten year old girl.

'How do you know until you've tried?' Emma was being very patient with Crystal but she was anxious the child should at least try.

'I know... it's dirty!' said Crystal, burying her face in her hands. But she didn't move from where she sat on the edge of the sofa and for that at least Emma was glad. If she wasn't running away she could be persuaded. But she wouldn't run far as the child was naked and her clothes locked away.

'It's only dirty because that's what people say who haven't tried it,' said the woman gently to her distraught daughter. 'If they did they wouldn't say that.'

'But... why?' Crystal hadn't removed her hands from her face but wasn't crying.

'Why they haven't tried it - is that what you mean, honey?'

'No!' the hands came away and the child looked up earnestly at her mother. 'Why me?'

'Because I love you. You know that. You are the most precious thing of all to me and mommy's and their growing girls should be close.' Emma paused and smiled at her only child. 'And I want to be very very close to you.' Then she added: 'Do you love me, sweetie?'

Crystal grunted a yes.

'Tell me, Crystal. Say it properly.' Emma allowed a little authority into her voice. 'Go on.'

'Hmmm...'kay. I love you mommy.'

'No. Properly!'

The child pouted again, arms folded across her little naked chest. 'I love you Mistress Mommy.'

'Good. Now tell me, what does a Mistress Mommy want?'

There was a little sigh from the ten year old, but she recited the doggerel clearly: 'A Mistress Mommy wants her slave to submit, obey and behave.'

'So, could I force you to do it?'

Crystal gave a little nod.

'But I don't want to, right?'

Again the naked girl nodded.

'Unless you want me to force you.'

'No,' said Crystal in a panic. 'I'd rather... I'd rather do it on my own.'

'So you'll do it!' Emma beamed at her daughter.

Reluctantly the child nodded. 'But, mommy, not too much please.'

'Just a little bite or two,' the woman assured the child. 'It won't take long and you'll soon be done.'

'What if... what if I'm sick.'

'You won't get sick from eating my poo,' said Emma, seriously. 'My poo isn't bad or poisonous! Your tummy might grumble a bit but only because it's new. You didn't get ill when I did big trumps in your face, did you?'

Crystal wrinkled her nose at remembering how she was tied to a chair a few days ago and her mother had hitched up her skirt before blowing several wet farts into the gagged child's face. 'It smelt, mommy.'

'Of course it smells. Poo and trumps all smell. You managed the other day when I told you to put your tongue right up into my bottom hole, remember?'

Crystal gulped. The taste on her small tongue had been bitter and she hadn't liked it, but Mistress Mommy liked it and that was all that mattered.

She'd rather have licked her mom's pussy hole, as she usually did. Even when it was Mommy's period.

'But it isn't bad - no way I'd do that to you,' continued Emma, soothingly. 'Listen, honey, just think of it as brown ice cream. That's what Sophie's mom said it was, when she made Sophie eat hers. Hey, you can even call it my brown honey!'

Crystal didn't look too happy as she nodded. 'Sophie eats it all up,' she said after a moment. 'She told me her mom makes her eat it all.'

'Yes but Sophie's used to it by now. Sophie's Mistress told me she had to make her at first but now she does it without any ropes or chains - well, sometimes, just for fun. And there's hardly any whip at all now.'

The ten year old considered the situation for a moment before she asked in a small voice: 'If I don't like it, will you whip me?'

'Hmmm.' Emma said thoughtfully. 'Don't know. Depends how hard you try. If you do try but don't like it I think just a little whipping, pumpkin - I have to let you know I am the Mistress, right?'

'If I don't like it will you spank me rather than whip me?'

'Now Crystal - you know you can't ask for a type of punishment,' the woman reprimanded her daughter gently. 'I decide how you are to suffer.'

'Yes, Mommy.' The girl looked unhappy but she knew the rules.

'Good, that's settled. As you're all nice and naked we can start right away. I'll go to the toilet and put a little bit of my poo in a bowl. You get down on your hands and knees in the kitchen and wait for me. I'll put the plate under you and you can eat the little bit there is.'

Crystal nodded, not looking happy but looking as if she would do her best. She followed her mom out of the living room but as Emma headed for the toilet, the child went into the kitchen and settled herself in the 'doggy' pose as they called it with her cute little ass poking up. If it wasn't meal times she was usually in this position either for an ass whipping or ready to be fucked by Mistress Elaine's dog when she brought it round.

Fora small dog, Buster sure had a big cock.

her mind filled with all these thoughts the child simply waited, shivering.

It didn't take long for Emma to deposit a good sized turd into a dog bowl she'd already put by the pan. She had said it wouldn't be much and she guessed her daughter would think that meant a couple of small nuggets. But compared to how much the woman could produce it was nothing at all really - and if Crystal got all this down she'd be well on the way to eating the whole dump.

Carefully the woman carried the bowl into the kitchen and was pleased to see her daughter in the right position.

'Good girl, Crystal. I'm very pleased with you.' She set the dog bowl - the usual thing her daughter ate out of in this pose - in front of her.

'Mom!' cried the child as she saw it - five inches long and almost overhanging the edge of the dog bowl on one side. 'There's loads of it!'

'One little piece of poo,' said the woman firmly. 'Two big mouthfuls, maybe three. You'll soon get it down you.'

The child stared at the brown turd in the bowl and tears started to drip from her chin. 'Mommy... it smells... I can't.'

Emma crouched down by her daughter. 'Okay sweetness. If you can't we'll do something else to you.'

Startled, the tearful girl looked up at her mom, at her serious Mistress face. 'Please, no....'

'Crystal. If you misbehave you know you have to go in the body cell. I'll put you in there for two hours after I've whipped your legs and tummy.'

Crystal was in full flow now, shaking with the sobs. To calm her, Emma put her hand on the child's small, rounded back and stroked her. 'Hush, sweetie. It will only be ten strokes with the whip, promise.' She paused and added. 'And I won't fill the body cell up with more than a couple of feet of cold water.'

'I'll... I'll eat this... mommy,' sniffed the child, trying to stop. 'Don't put me in there again.'

'Of course not. I wouldn't punish you like that if you eat up like a good slave.'

'Yes Mistress,' the child snuffled. She bent her head towards the brown log and opened her little mouth. Tears were still falling and splattering on the turd. Like a dressing, Emma smiled as she watched Crystal, eyes closed, put her tongue out and gingerly touch the log.

'Aaargh,' said Crystal, pulling her head back, face screwed up with the taste. 'It's... horrible!'

'Okay honey. Let's stop there.' The woman took her daughter's arm and stood up, pulling the ten year old upright. She picked up a length of rope from the kitchen table and began winding it round the child's thin wrists after she'd dragged them behind her back. She always tied Crystal like this before taking her out to the garage, out to where she would be whipped on the frame, where the body cell was. She'd make the ball gagged child watch from the frame while she half filled the narrow pit with water and then the whipping would commence. 'Twenty strokes this time,' she said as she knotted the rope tightly on the girl's wrists. 'And chest deep in water,' she added with just a hint of anger in her voice.

'Mom!' wailed the child. 'No... please. I'm sorry. Let me try again. I promise I'll try!'

Emma hesitated. She didn't want to be put off whipping her daughter but eating shit was important. 'You really will try this time? If you don't and I have to take you out to the garage it will be thirty strokes, understood?'

'Y-yes, M-mistress Mommy.' Crystal made a huge effort to sniff back the last of the tears. 'I promise I will try.'

'Okay.' Emma sighed. 'But even when you've eaten it, eaten it all, you stay tied up for the night.'

'Yes M-mommy. Thankyou Mistress,' said the girl and even tried to smile.

Emma permitted herself the smallest smile back. 'Get down and get eating. And I mean all of it,' she said and watched as her daughter dropped to her knees and bent over towards the dog bowl and the waiting turd. In a way it was better like this: the child slave with her hands bound behind her couldn't pull away quite so easily and if she put her foot on the back of the kneeling child's neck she could push the little bitch's face right down into it. She smiled at the idea but decided it was better to watch her eat of her own free will. Rolling her in it would come later.

Crystal noticed her hands were still bound. 'Mistress... my hands...'

'Are just perfect,' said the woman as she crouched again to get a better view of what the kid was doing. 'You don't need your hands to eat like a little bitch.'

The mother could see Crystal's face descend to the brown log and her mouth open. To the woman's delight the child sank her teeth into the soft texture and bit a lump off - a small piece but it was a start. After all, it didn't matter how many small mouthfuls Crystal took providing she ate it all. And she would: Emma was certain of it.

'Chew it properly,' said Emma, as a mother would to her own child. Crystal, her face contorted again, nodded and began chewing. She looked for a moment as if she would throw up but she managed not to and then with a superhuman effort, swallowed the paste.

Tears, no doubt thought the woman from the bitter taste of the turd, filled the child's eyes. The child gave a small belch and apologized.

'I'll put a clothespin on your tongue later for that. Now, let me see your tongue,' said Emma and Crystal poked out her little tongue. It should have been all pink but it was smeared with brown. 'Good. Now eat the rest,' said the woman. Emma slipped her hand between her legs, inside her already wet pants and began to toy with her own cunt as she watched her daughter take another, slightly larger mouthful. Crystal wasn't enjoying it but she was chewing and swallowing without being told.

'Good slave,' said the woman as she felt her excitement mount.

'Mmmth,' said the child, chewing a third mouthful of the dark brown shit. The child looked as if she was about to barf, but she bravely chewed on.

'Don't speak with your mouth full,' smirked Emma. The child nodded her agreement and dipped her head down for the fourth - the last and biggest piece. She chewed and swallowed, gulping it down without too much effort - plus, the woman was pleased to see, no great revulsion other than a wrinkled nose.

'Now lick the bowl,' said the child's Mistress. 'All of it.'

With only the smallest hesitation the ten year old put her still shit smeared tongue out and began licking the dog bowl. She finished just as Emma came, and Crystal waited until her mom had stopped shuddering through the last stages of the climax.

'I did it, mommy,' she said. She looked both revolted and relieved.

'You did, honey,' sighed the woman, sitting back, overcome with the joy of the deep orgasm, the pleasure of watching her only child eat her shit.

Crystal knelt back on her heels. The bowl was clean and she hadn't retched. Emma had mixed feelings about that, because it would have been quite a whipping if the child had thrown up all over the kitchen floor.

'You did very well, angel. I'm very proud of you. Tell me, how did it taste?'

'Sort of... yucky. But it wasn't too bad, once I'd had the first bit.' the child hesitated. 'Will I have to eat more of it?'

Emma laughed. 'Of course, darling. You didn't hate it did you?'

Crystal shook her head. 'I didn't like it,' she said.

'Well, that's unfortunate,' said the mother. 'Mind you, if you had really, really hated it I would have done something different.'

'What?' Crystal's eyes widened, either in fear or curiosity.

'I would have tied you to your high chair and force fed it to you with a spoon,' the woman grinned.

The child nodded. Being tied in her high chair and forced to eat anything wasn't unusual but eating her mother's shit was. She gulped at the thought of being secured - probably painfully with her legs drawn up under the chair seat and her elbows tight together over the back of the chair - and made to eat as it was all shoveled in. 'Mom,' said the child, quietly. 'I'm thirsty. That sh... that stuff...'

'Okay honey, you can call it by its proper name. I won't punish you for swearing.'

Crystal looked relieved. 'That shit made me want a drink.'

'Stay still, honey. I have just the thing.' The woman stood and hitched up her skirt and slid down her panties. Crystal groaned: she knew what was coming. She hated being pissed on and this would be worse: she knew she would have to swallow as much as she could - and that wouldn't be much. Her mother's piss was like a torrent. Crystal dutifully opened wide and closed her eyes. It stung if it splashed in her eyes.

Emma straddled her kneeling daughter and positioned her snatch above the child's upturned face and open mouth. 'I guess your breath will smell of my shit,' laughed the woman, 'so it is a good idea to wash your filthy mouth out anyway.'

The jet of piss hit the girl almost at once - a torrent of foaming, bright yellow urine that sprayed all over her little face and filled her mouth. She swallowed as rapidly as she could, trying not to cough and splutter. She heard her mother say above her: 'All of it, bitch!'

The ten year old bitch tried to get all of it but clearly was going to fail. But that was the idea: Mistress Mommy always liked punishing her daughter, even when the little one couldn't help it.

The piss stream stopped and Crystal opened her eyes. Some of the piss had splashed up into her hair and now a little river or two of the urine was running down over her forehead and another trickle ran down her cute little nose. 'Thankyou, Mistress,' said Crystal as she always did after being pissed on. 'It tasted wonderful.' It was a lie, but it pleased Mistress Mommy and saved the child from a beating.

'Good, slut.' Emma straightened her clothes. She was thirsty herself and went to get a soda. She sat on a chair and sipped it, looking at her wet slave daughter looking up at her, admiring the way the piss the slave hadn't swallowed was puddling round the naked girl's knees. She'd punish Crystal for that later, probably making her roll in it while she thrashed her with a riding crop.

'Mistress,' the child said after a while. 'Will I have to eat anyone else's shit?'

'I expect so. Yours, for starters.'

'Mine?' The child was horrified.

'Sure, honey.' Slowly the woman took another sip of her drink, taking her time. 'When you need to go I expect you to say: "Mistress, the Slave wants to poo." Then, we'll get your little bowl ready and you can crap in that. Plus, as well as all mine, I expect Mistress Jolene to come over and use you.' Crystal gave a gasp. Mistress Jolene was her teacher, better known as Miss Barrett. She could be cruel at school and whenever she came to the house, she was even worse. Crystal loved her mother in spite of everything that was done to her but she hated Mistress Jolene, here or in class. She began to cry.

'Stop it, Crystal! You know a slave has to be punished. Anyway, you might enjoy the taste of Mistress Jolene's shit. I understand Slave Sophie looks forward to it and says it's very sweet.'

Bravely, the child stopped crying. It never did any good crying in front of her mother she knew. If anything, it inflamed the woman to fresh abuses.

'There's one good thing, honey,' said the woman with a mean grin. 'Think what we'll save on toilet paper. Your tongue will do nicely for that from now on. In fact, when we have a party you can kneel by the toilet and service every Mistress's ass and cunt. How would you like that?'

Crystal didn't but she nodded. 'Yes, thankyou Mistress. It sounds wonderful.'

'Good, now we can't sit around all day doing nothing can we? You've had a wonderful lazy day and a nice meal and drink and now it's time for work.' The woman paused. 'But before that I really do have to clean that revolting, shit stained tongue of yours.'

The mother went to the sink and picked up a small scrubbing brush and having wet it, rubbed it across a bar of soap. She approached the child who at her command reluctantly put out her tongue.

'My, very filthy looking,' grinned Emma. She told her daughter to keep her tongue out and scrubbed it across the top. Crystal gave a strange yelp as the rough bristles scraped across her tongue and the soap was every bit as revolting as the turd she had just eaten.

Emma finished and tossed the brush aside. 'As I say, now for work.'

Crystal groaned inwardly. As she knew all too well, the word "work" meant punishment. She wanted to say, "wasn't it enough punishment that I ate your shit, Mistress?" but she didn't dare. She looked up and saw her mother rummaging in a drawer before the woman turned with something in her hand. Three clothespins.

'One for your tongue, and one each for those naughty little nipples,' said Emma cheerfully as she held them up, fanned out in on hand. 'Then we'll get you in the body cell.'

The little girl's face crumpled as if she was going to cry. 'But... you said I wouldn't go in the body cell if I ate your shit.'

'No, Crystal. I said you'd go in it if you didn't. I didn't say anything about what would happen if you did eat it, did I?'

The child tearfully considered for a moment and then nodded reluctantly. Mistress Mommy was right, but there again, Mistress Mommy was always right.

'I won't put any water in this time,' smiled the child's mother as she stepped forward, clothespins at the ready. Crystal braced herself and nodded, relieved she would be spared the icy cold torture of the water if nothing else. 'And as a special treat you won't have your hands tied.'

'Really?' This was the best news the child had had all day. She didn't even yelp as the first clothes pin went on her.

'Of course.'

'How long will I be in there, mommy?' the child pushed her chest forward, ready for the second clothespin on her little nipples.

'Hmmm... a couple of hours I guess.'

'And I don't have to do anything?' Crystal winced as the second nipple clothes pin went on to her.

'Only hold something.'

Crystal nodded glumly. This didn't sound too good but there was no point in arguing. The child put her freshly scrubbed and soap-tasting tongue out for the third clothes pin. Her tummy was grumbling as the clothes pin went on and the woman laughed at the sound.

In the garage, Crystal shivered as her mother untied her hands and indicated she should slide herself down into the open body cell, being careful not to knock her nipple clothes pins off. She wondered what she would have to hold but knew she would soon find out. She whimpered as she dropped the couple of feet down into hole and her bare feet jarred on the floor.

'Good - a little noise. I think three strokes of the cane later for that don't you, pumpkin?'

The child nodded as she looked up, tears in her big, shiny eyes. Above her Emma maneuvered the heavy grill into place and told her daughter to raise her arms up and put her hands through the grill. The woman chuckled as the child's small hands appeared.

Emma took a pair of handcuffs and clicked them on Crystal's wrists so she couldn't withdraw them into the body cell. Then the woman went to a small cupboard and brought out a package. She wrinkled her nose at the smell as she crouched by the body cell grill and peeled the package open.

From inside the cell, looking up, Crystal's face was a picture of horror. The smell told the story. Emma chuckled as she picked up a spatula. 'Now, honey, this is a present from Mistress Elaine's sweet dog Buster. We saved it up for today. What I'm going to do is spread it on your open hands and you can hold it.'

The first dollop of the animal's excrement was on the spatula and being spread on Crystal's open left hand. 'Thing is, sweetness, you mustn't drop it in with you down there. If you do, you can stay in there all night with it round your feet. If you manage to hold it nicely, you'll only be down there two hours.' The woman scraped up more of the dog's shit and smeared it on Crystal's open right hand, across her palm. 'Then we can clean you up and have a nice evening in front of the television watching some child bondage movies.'

Crystal grunted a "yeth mohmmi mithreth" without dislodging her tongue clothes pin. She took a deep breath and trying not to take too much in through her nose, already aware her little arms were beginning to ache with the pose. Her mother was scraping the last of Buster's brown honey mess between the child's open fingers, making sure the spatula was clean.

She wondered as the last of the dog crap was scraped on her little open hands whether there's be any movies with small girls being made to eat shit.

In a way, she hoped so. Crystal didn't want to be the only one who had to eat brown honey.