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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} REPLACEMENT {Hungry Guy} (MF M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub nc oral scat copr snuff stroke caution)
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{ASS} REPLACEMENT {Hungry Guy} (MF M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub nc oral scat 
copr snuff stroke caution) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this 
story are real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is 
nothing more than words that came from my imagination.  Any 
similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely 
coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    ###

    Kyle arrived home from work to his suburban townhouse Friday 
evening a little after 6 PM as he normally does.  He opened a box of 
chicken nuggets and placed them in his oven to bake while he went to 
his master bathroom to take a dump in the toilet and then a shower to 
wash off the day's grunge.  

    Fully refreshed, he grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and served 
himself the nuggets as he plopped in the sofa to catch the 
_Thunderbirds_ marathon on _Tech TV._

    A few hours and episodes later, he used the toilet one last time 
and turned into bed.

    He slept late the next morning and finally got out of bed a 
little after noon.  Getting up at 7 AM every day for work, and 
getting home at 6 PM left him exhausted on the weekends.  He toasted 
a waffle to take the hunger off while he booted up his PC.

    His email was nothing but spam, so he deleted it all and went 
into the newsgroups for a while.  He lurked in alt.torture, 
alt.sadistic, alt.lifestyle.master-slave, and soc.subculture.bondage-
bdsm, letting his unfulfilled fantasies run wild at reading what 
people were really doing together.  He also dropped in on a few of 
his other favorite groups, such as alt.games.the-sims, 
alt.games.metal-gear-solid, and alt.games.final-fantasy.  However, he 
rarely replied to anyone, and finally shut down his PC and put _Halo 
2_ in his _Xbox_ to play for a while.  He played through a new level, 
then he logged onto _Xbox Live._  He spent the rest of the day 
playing a series of deathmatch games.  Later that evening, he called 
out for a pizza and tuned in to a _Star Trek_ marathon on _Spike TV._  

    Kyle decided that it was time for bed after Captain Picard had 
saved the Federation from the latest Borg attack, so he took a shower 
before proceeding to bed again.

    He slept late again on Sunday morning, but not as late as 
Saturday, having regained some of his energy.  He had noticed that he 
was running low on bread and milk and stuff, so he checked his fridge 
and made a shopping list.  He took a dump before driving down the 
street to do some food shopping at the _Try-N-Save._ 

    He arrived back home a few hours later, put his food away, and 
verged out in front of his sofa again.  He tuned to _Network 23_ to 
catch the _Max Headroom_ marathon. 

    Realizing that he would have to wake up with the cows the next 
morning, he groaned and clicked off the TV after Edison Carter had 
saved the world from blipverts, and went to take a shower.   

    "Shit!" he cursed when he saw that his toilet had stopped up.  
His shit from before had not gone down and the water was almost to 
the rim.  He knew this sometimes happened to the toilet in his master 
bathroom, so he didn't think much of it and, instead, used the toilet 
in the hallway bathroom that was connected to the public sewer.  He 
then returned to the master bathroom to take his shower, and turn in 
to bed for the night.

    The following morning, his alarm clock began emitting a barely-
audible white noise at 6:45 that got ever-slowly louder until it 
chimed ever-so-softly at 7:00.  The alarm woke him at about 6:50 and 
he stumbled out of bed at the chime.  He stumbled into the bathroom 
to take his shower and muttered, "Shit!" again when he saw that his 
toilet was still stopped up.

    He quickly showered and dressed for work.  But before leaving, he 
walked downstairs to his basement and approached a door.  He removed 
two padlocks from the door, one a key lock, and one a combination 
lock, and turned the light on to reveal the dusty, cobweb-encrusted 
room.  He approached the toilet slave lying on a low bench.  The 
sewer pipe from his toilet came down from the ceiling, narrowed to a 
smaller diameter pipe that was inserted into her mouth, which was 
held in place by a large-diameter hose clamp over a tab attached to 
the flange over her mouth and then around her head.  Her body was 
pale white and he muttered to himself, "She's dead, Jim," when he 
felt her cold flesh with the palm of his hand.

    Sighing, he locked the door again and returned upstairs.  He 
booted up his PC, and quickly composed a newsgroup post advertising 
for a female toilet slave.  He posted it to the groups that allow 
personal advertising in their charters, then hurried off to work.  

    He checked his email when he returned home from work that night, 
but it was only spam again.  He returned to his sewage treatment room 
in the basement and began to disconnect the dead toilet slave.  He 
turned a lever in the sewer pipe diverting it from the slave to the 
regular sewer.  Then he removed the pipe from her mouth as the last 
drops of water spilled out onto the table on which she was laying.  A 
lip around the table prevented the liquid from dripping onto the 
floor and the waste flowed into a drain under her ass in the padded 
tabletop and into the regular sewer.  Next, he removed the small-
diameter pipe that had been inserted into her anus that led to the 
regular sewer.  Then he pulled the catheter from her urethra that 
served the same purpose for her urine.   

    Taking a razor knife, he slit her wrists and throat to let the 
blood drain from her body.  He went upstairs to eat and catch an 
episode of _Monster Garage_ before returning back downstairs again. 

    He hosed the blood off her body and carried it over to a steel 
table against an adjacent wall.  He used a hacksaw to remove her 
head, feet, legs, hands, and arms, then cut her torso in half.  He 
placed each body part into a small garbage bag, and then hosed off 
the bags and the two tables. 

    He went upstairs to flush the stopped up toilet, now connected to 
the regular sewer.  Then he took a shower and returned back 
downstairs yet again.  He carried each of the bags up to his car and 
dumped them in a Dumpster behind a fast-food burger joint where he 
hoped no one would notice the eventual odor of rotting meat until the 
next garbage collection.  

    The rest of the week went by uneventfully.  He jumped whenever he 
heard a siren in the distance, but there were no news reports on TV 
of a mutilated corpse found in a Dumpster, and so he gradually 
relaxed.  

    He clapped and shouted, "Whoohoo!" on Thursday after work when he 
received a reply to his ad for a toilet slave.  A cute sub-girl said 
she wanted to be his toilet slave for a weekend.  She lived only a 
few hours away in the next state.

    He replied and asked her when he would like to come over.

    She replied a few hours later and said she was available any time 
he wanted her; she even sent him her nude photo from the waist up.

    He replied again, sending her his photo, and said this weekend 
was perfect for him, but if it was too short notice, any upcoming 
weekend was fine for him too.

    To his delight, she said this weekend would be perfect for her 
too.  She even sent him her IM name so they could chat in real time.

    So after short while, they had agreed that he would pick her up 
from the train station on his way home from work Friday night and she 
would be his toilet slave until Sunday evening.

    The following evening, she was standing on the sidewalk outside 
the train station as he drove up.  He clicked the window down as he 
stopped his car by the curb and said, "Hi!  Mindy?"

    She said, "Yes!  Kyle?" 

    He answered, "Yes!  Hop in!"  

    She opened the door, tossed in a small carry-on bag in the back 
seat, and got in the car. 

    Kyle drove back to his house.  Making light conversation, he 
asked, "So when do you need to be back home?"

    "Doesn't matter," she shrugged.  "I really don't do this very 
often.  Please don't think I'm a slut or anything."

    "Sure, I..." he began to answer.

    "On second thought," she quickly added, "please _do_ think I'm a 
slut!" 

    "Sure thing!" he said with a laugh.

    "I took Monday off work," she continued, "just in case, you know, 
you want to keep me an extra day or something," she said, licking her 
lips.

    "Oh, nobody will miss you if you don't come home Sunday night or 
Monday?" he asked.

    "Nope!  I don't know anyone who's into the scene hard-core, and I 
wouldn't dare tell anyone I'm doing this," she admitted, "I even 
erased our emails from my computer.  I'd just _die_ if anyone found 
out about me doing this!"  

    "Really?  You deleted our emails?" he asked.

    "Yeah, I hope that didn't hurt your feelings.  I guess I'm really 
paranoid about someone finding out, not that anyone but me ever uses 
my computer.  You could keep me your permanent slave, and no one 
would ever know where I went or even that I'm missing until I miss my 
rent payment next month," she said then bit her lip.

    "So you have no problem if I keep you until Monday?" he asked.

    She sighed and said, "No problem with that!"

    They arrived at his townhouse and he parked the car in the garage 
then escorted Mindy inside.

    Kyle let out a yawn.  It had become late after the diversion to 
the train station from work and Kyle was a bit tired.  Still, he 
figured that she might not have eaten dinner, so he asked, "You 
hungry?" 

    "A little.  But I didn't eat deliberately because, well, you 
know," she answered with a sly grin.

    "I see," he answered back with a sly grin of his own.  "So you 
want to get started right away?"

    "If you need to use me now, sure," she answered.

    "No, I don't need to use you right now.  It's kind of complicated 
to hook you up to the plumbing, so you can take the spare bedroom and 
we'll get started tomorrow, okay?" 

    "Spare bedroom?" she blurted.  "You don't want to fuck me?"

    "Well, sure I do!  I just wasn't sure if you wanted that."

    "Yeah, I want that!" she said.

    Kyle took Mindy by the hand and led her into his bedroom.  He sat 
on the bed and pulled her onto his lap and fell backward pulling her 
on top of him.

    They began kissing fervently.  Kyle rubbed and massaged her back 
as she writhed on top of him.  

    She lifted her chest up and said, "Don't you want me to take my 
clothes off?"

    "Sure," he answered. 

    She grabbed her blouse and pulled it up over her head and then 
removed her bra, letting her firm little boobs hang down.  She 
crawled up his body and planted one of her nipples in his mouth. 

    After he got that nipple good and hard, she switched to the other 
nipple.  He sucked the other nipple hard too, then she rolled off him 
to his side and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

    Taking the cue, Kyle removed his shirt and pants as she removed 
her pants.  

    Looking at each other, she said, "You're the Dom, so tell me what 
you want me to do, Master!"

    Kyle thought about that for a second.  Although he never had a 
problem finding women to become his septic tank, he never had any 
luck picking up women in bars and getting laid.  He told her the 
first thing that came to mind, "Lay on your back and let me fuck your 
mouth." 

    She positioned herself as instructed, and he mounted her face.  
He arched his back with his hands on her hips thereby placing nearly 
all his weight on his crotch and on her jaw with his cock forced down 
her throat.  Her body began bucking almost immediately as her throat 
muscles clenched his cock so tightly.  He began rocking back and 
forth, causing his cock to rub and throb against her tight throat and 
he exploded down her throat almost immediately.  He shot wad after 
wad of cum down her throat as her body bucked wildly.  

    Finally spent, he dropped onto her burying his face in her 
crotch.  He rolled off her and said, "Wow!  That was great, Mindy!"

    She coughed and swallowed for a few moments before she answered, 
"I'm glad my body pleased you, Master."

    Kyle wasn't really into Dominant-submissive role-playing, and 
said, "Your body pleased me so good!  As your reward, you can choose 
the next position for your pleasure."

    "Really, Master?  Thank you!"

    "Sure, what position do you want me to take."

    "Would you lay on your back and suck my pussy if I sit on your 
face?"

    "Sure, that sounds like fun!" he answered and lay on his back.

    Mindy placed a leg over his chest, straddling his head, and 
lowered her ass onto his face, pressing her pussy to his lips.

    As requested, he began licking.  He swirled her clit with his 
tongue, then licked around it in a circle.  Then he pressed his 
tongue gently into the opening of her urethra just behind her clit, 
sending her into a momentary spasm of pleasure.  He continued this 
pattern, over and over again.  He could feel the tension building in 
her body until she reached her plateau.  He began sucking on her clit 
with all the suction he could muster, drawing the tiny nub between 
his lips into his mouth.  At that she began quaking and bouncing on 
his face as he returned to swirling and flicking her clit with his 
tongue, causing her to bounce with every lick.

    Finally, she fell forward on top of him as he stared up at his 
ceiling between her legs and through her ass crack.

    He was about to speak when he felt her nibbling on his dick.  
"You want me to make you cum again?" she asked.

    "Sure," he answered.  He didn't think he could come a second time 
in a row, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to let her try.

    Her soaking pussy rubbed gently against his chin as she worked 
his cock in her mouth.  She took it nearly as deep as he had forced 
it down her throat a moment ago and he could feel the pressure 
welling up in his loins yet again.  It took a while for him to reach 
a plateau.  Still, she continued sucking and taking it deep in her 
mouth and throat and brought him over his plateau as he exploded into 
her mouth for a second time.  

    She held his cock in her mouth and kept the suction until after 
he shot his last wad down her throat.

    She rolled off him and he pulled her gently up the bed and pulled 
the covers from underneath them up and on them. 

    "Mindy," he said as he kissed her, "I could get to like this as a 
regular weekend thing."

    "Oh," she hesitated, "this is just a one-time thing."  She kissed 
him and continued, "I don't ever want to get into a permanent 
relationship."

    Kyle choked back a tear and said, "I understand.  No problem!"

    Wrapping their legs together, they continued to kiss and fondle 
into the night until they fell to sleep wrapped around each other.

    Mindy kissed him awake the next morning and then pulled him on 
top of her.  Kyle had overcome his disappointment from last night, 
and accepted that he would just do what he had planned to do all 
along when he posted his want ad.

    Mindy kissed him again and whispered, "There's one thing we 
forgot to do last night."

    "Yeah, I guess there is."  He immediately got a hard-on and 
pushed it between her legs.  

    "Oww!" she whimpered.

    "I'm sorry, Mindy," he whispered.  "What happened?"

    "I guess I'm not wet any more."

    "I can take care of that," he answered.  He spun around under the 
blankets and buried his head in her crotch.  In a repeat of last 
night, he began licking her pussy straight up and down from her clit 
to her cunt hole.  He continued licking up and down and up and down, 
until he was sucking in what seemed like a steady stream of pussy 
juice.  He began concentrating on her clit, licking around it in 
circles, over the top of it and across the opening of her urethra.  
He brought her to her plateau once again, and like before, he began 
sucking hard on her clit stretching it into his mouth.  Again, that 
was all it took for her to begin quaking and bouncing under him.  He 
continued flicking it until she stopped writing, then he spun around, 
got between her legs, and plunged his rock-hard cock into her soaking 
pussy.  

    He pumped and pumped as she moaned in pleasure with each throb.  
He reached a plateau then increased the speed of his pumping.  She 
began coming as she crushed his cock with her pussy muscles with each 
spasm, whereupon he immediately started coming too.  Both their 
bodies quaked together, he on top of her for some time and then he 
fell on top of her even as his body continued to spasm and his cock 
continued to twitch and spurt out the last few tiny drops of cum.

    Then he sat up, sitting on her pelvis.  "Wow!  Good morning!" he 
finally said.

    "Good morning!" she answered.

    "Care for something to eat?" he asked.  "I mean besides me," he 
added.

    "Actually, no," she answered.  "Don't forget why I'm here, 
Master," she said. 

    "Oh yes," he said, having almost forgotten why she was, indeed, 
here.

    He got off her and walked over to his dresser and got dressed.  
Then he returned to the side of the bed and reached out for her hand.  
She took his hand and he led her down to the basement.

    She said, "Oh my!" when she saw the elaborate plumbing set up. 

    "Lay on that table, Mindy," he told her, pointing to the padded 
table with the rim around it and the drain under the butt area.

    She lay on the table and he strapped and shackled her down.  

    Next, he inserted the catheter up her urethra into her bladder 
and secured it inside her with a puff of air.  Then he oiled and 
inserted the solid waste pipe up her anus and strapped it securely in 
position so that she could not push it out.

    Finally, he turned her head and inserted her mouth into the end 
of the pipe with the flange pressing against her mouth.  He placed 
the hose clamp around the back of her head and over the tab on the 
flange and tightened the screw with a screwdriver.  She began 
grunting, "Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!" as if to tell him that it was too 
tight.  Unfortunately, it had to be tight to prevent any waste from 
leaking out, and he tightened it a little more.

    Knowing that the human digestive tract is not too efficient and 
that human waste actually contains quite a bit of nutrients, Kyle 
knew that a toilet slave could survive indefinitely on human waste 
barring any medical conditions that come up.  Perhaps that's what 
happened to his last toilet slave, he thought.  

    Kyle double-checked her shackles and all plumbing attachments to 
her body before turning the lever to divert the drainpipe from the 
sewer to her mouth.  

    Then, locking gazes, Kyle stroked her hair for the last time he 
would ever see her alive and then turned away from her.  With tears 
in his eyes, he padlocked the door for what would probably be the 
next few years and returned upstairs to catch the _American 
Gladiators_ marathon.

    - END -

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