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* CHAPTER 1: LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM *
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"Bye, Mom." I hung up the phone.
My boxes were packed and the movers were scheduled to show up
8:00 Monday morning. Moving back home didn't appeal to me, but I had
little choice--at least it would be free room and board until the
recession ended. But thanks to Congressional "reform" of the
telephone industry a few years ago, Megatelco had laid off 250,000
computer geeks in one fell swoop, so it was going to be a long wait.
I still had about $50 left over from my last--and final--
unemployment check, and I had a weekend to kill. I figured I'd get a
few hundred dollars for my old furniture at my apartment sale
Saturday and Sunday, but nothing was certain. If it didn't sell,
it'll become my future former landlord's problem.
I kicked a battered old COBOL/CICS programming manual across the
floor and headed out down the street to Eddie's Pub.
I liked hanging out at Eddie's. It was a nice older pub for
regular guys like me--in jeans and my favorite _CSI_ tee shirt. No
suits, yuppies, preppies, or skinheads, please.
They had a live deejay that night, like they usually do on Friday
nights, playing good ol' rock and roll, guaranteed to keep the
weirdoes away.
I got me a bottle of Guinness and stood to watch the crowd.
There was a fair number of people on the dance floor gyrating to Bob
Seger. I looked around to try and find someone to ask to dance.
What the hell? My eyes caught sight of this--_girl_--all in
black, like a vampire or something.
Halloween was still a few months away, so I continued to scan the
room. There was a nice looking redhead girl in jeans and a pink
sweater standing up against the railing a few feet away from me, so I
walked up and said, "Hi! I'm Jeremy. Care to dance?"
She looked at me and said, "No thanks. I have to go home and
vacuum my rugs."
"Oh, okay, another time then," I said and returned to my spot.
I walked through the thin crowd over to the game room and played
Pac Man for a while, surprised the antique still worked. I racked up
25,000 points until I ran out of quarters and headed back out into
the main room again.
Oh shit! That girl in black walked right in front of me as I
exited the game room. She was wearing a black top with a plunging
neckline, bare back, bare midriff, and a short leather skirt with
fishnet stockings. She had short, utterly black, hair that curved
around her head to just above her ears and neck. Her navel ring
sparkled from the spotlights above the dance floor. From the back,
her head looked like a bowling ball. She had a black choker around
her neck and a couple of black arm bands on her left upper arm.
Whoa! Must be a dyke or something!
I walked up to the bar and got another Guinness and spied this
cute blonde in faded jeans and a floral print blouse. I sucked in
some courage and walked up to her. "Hi! I'm Jeremy. Care to
dance?"
"No. I have to go home and wash my dog now."
"Oh," I said. "Okay then."
I walked into the back room that was a little quieter away from
the main bar and the dance floor.
Finding an empty table, I sat and nursed my beer. A couple of
guys were shooting pool at the other end of the room, and I figured
I'd put my 50 cents in line for a game with the winner.
I looked around and--there she was again, sitting by herself at
an adjacent table. What happened? Your lezzie date stand you up?
Oh shit! I accidentally caught her eye. I instantly dropped my gaze
and looked away. But I caught a closer look for a brief moment. Her
nails were all shiny black, and--get this--she was wearing flat black
lipstick on her thin tiny lips. Man! What a weirdo!
I shuddered and sipped my beer, then wandered back out to the
main room again.
I found another spot against the railing looking onto the dance
floor and just hung out for a while, watching the people. A slightly
chubby girl came up to the railing next to me, so I said, "Hi! I'm
Jeremy. Would you like to dance?"
"No thanks," she said. "You're not my type." Then walked away.
Jeez! It's not like I was proposing marriage or anything. Just
a frigging dance.
I turned to walk in the other direction, and bumped into the
vampiress. I almost spilled my beer on her.
"Hi," she said in a soft ethereal voice.
"Hi," I said, backing away to go around her.
"You're not exactly my type, but you wanna dance?"
I met her piercing brown eyes and said, "Okay." What else could
I say after what I had just been thinking?
This refugee from _The Addams Family_ was exactly my height, and
I'm no shorty at 5'10", but she was anorexically skinny. Her skin,
though, was nearly as white as ash. With my Irish complexion, people
often remark how white my skin is, but I was golden compared to her
skin. Well, it's just one dance; I don't have to touch her.
We walked out onto the sparse dance floor and waved our arms and
legs around to _It's Raining Men._
The song ended and then the deejay started playing _Layla._
"Thanks for the dance," I blurted as couples began to grope each
other for the slow song.
"Hey!" She grabbed my arm. "You think I'm going to bite?"
That's _exactly_ what I was thinking. "No, uhm, of course not."
She lifted her arms up as if to put them around my neck and
waited. What could I do? I walked into her and put my arms around
her waist as she draped her arms around my neck. Normally I'd be
thrilled, but in this case, try as I might, it was impossible to
avoid putting my hands on bare female flesh in her skimpy outfit.
The funny thing is I got instantly hard--it's been a while since
I had a girlfriend or slow-danced with a girl.
"Mmmmm," she cooed as she snuggled her chin on my shoulder as we
shuffled around the dance floor. Her body felt so light as I steered
her this way and that.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Julie. What's yours?"
I gazed for a moment at the metal stud in her tongue and thought
to myself, you will be assimilated, resistance is futile. I
answered, "I'm Jeremy. You like the music here?"
"I wish they'd play something by _Misanthrope,_ or _Children of
Bodom,_ or even _From Autumn To Ashes,_ or at least _Rammstein_ once
in a while."
"Oh," I said, "That would be nice."
"You never even heard of those groups, have you?" she asked.
"No. I'm more into Loreena McKennitt, Maire Brennan, Sinead
O'Connor, Irena Santor, Enya, Faye Wong, Sarah Brightman..."
"Hah!" she laughed. "I've never heard of any of those people, so
I guess we're even."
We continued to talk about the music that the deejay had been
playing--or _not_ playing.
Then, as if _Layla_ wasn't a long song, the deejay followed it
with another eternal groper. Julie squeezed me even tighter. For a
skinny girl, she sure seemed strong. She rubbed her pelvis against
mine, rolling my boner around between us as we danced.
"You live around here?" she asked.
"Yeah. Just down the street. But not for long."
"Why not?"
"Well," I began. It wasn't like I had a snowball's chance of
getting inside her pants, even if I had wanted to, so I said the last
thing that a guy would tell a girl who he wants to make time with.
Telling her the truth, I knew, would make her want to lose me quick.
"I lost my job six months ago, and my unemployment just ran out. I
got no friends or anyone around here, so I'm moving back home with
mom on Monday."
She shuddered. "Oh? You're lucky." A tear flowed down her
cheek.
"Why? I hate having to crawl back home like a lost puppy because
I didn't plan for hard times. It's humiliating."
"My mom and dad divorced when I was four. My dad raised me.
He's as straight as you. I never knew my mom."
"I'm sorry," I said, choking back a tear of my own.
I couldn't believe it when she turned her face up and licked the
tear off my cheek.
She turned her face as if expecting me to do the same, so I did.
I licked the salty tear off her cheek. Maybe she's human after all.
Then, I don't know how it happened, our lips were pressed
together so tightly. That stud on her tongue felt weird every time
my tongue slid over it. We danced the rest of the slow song in a
total lip-lock.
Then, all too soon, the song ended and the deejay started to play
a faster song.
Still standing on the dance floor in a tight embrace, she
whispered in my ear, "Don't get the wrong idea; I mean, you're still
not my type..."
"Yeah, but?" I asked.
She rolled my boner against her crotch and said, "You wanna take
me home?"
"I..." I stammered, struggling to get the "yes" out. I'd never
received such a forward invitation before and I wasn't prepared for
it.
Then she stuck her tongue in my ear and licked all around the
ridges for a few seconds. Oh God! I almost had an orgasm standing
right there!
"C'mon! I promise you a night you've never had and never will
again. Don't pass it up."
I couldn't take a woman home to my place in the state it was in.
Of all the rotten luck to meet her at this time in my life.
I sighed, and said, "But I can't. My place is all packed up and
everything. All I have is a sleeping bag for the weekend."
"Then come home with me," she said, and nibbled on my ear once
more.
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* CHAPTER 2: THE PROPOSITION *
******************************
Julie drove me in her black Jaguar out to the rich side of town
that was speckled with large fancy homes on lots big enough to hold
shopping malls.
After driving through an ornate gate and up a cobblestone
driveway longer than the New Jersey Turnpike, she parked in a six car
garage that was also occupied by a Porsche, two Lexus', and a
Cadillac, and walked up two fights of stairs to her bedroom.
"Uh, mind if I use the bathroom?" I asked pointing to the master
bathroom through a door in her bedroom.
"Not that one," she said. "That's for women only. Use the one
down the hall."
I shrugged, wondering why a private home would have a women's
only bathroom; but I followed her directions, did my business, and
returned to find her tall, skinny, ashen body already naked in bed.
Her skimpy top, her black leather skirt, her fishnet stockings, and
her shoes were in a pile on the seat of a chair in front of a wide
sliding glass door that opened out onto a huge balcony. That's odd--
I didn't see a bra or panties among the discarded garmentry.
"C'mon!" she said. "I've been feeling it all night. Now I want
to see my prize."
I kicked off my shoes, removed my shirt, then my pants, and
finally my BVDs. "Is this what you wanted to see?"
"Yeah! Bring it to me, baby!"
I climbed into bed with her and we were immediately swapping
spit, her ashen skin and black lipstick no longer a concern. My cock
just needed to take a plunge--nothing else mattered. I rolled her
onto her back and began to suck her perky little titties. Her
nipples were little more than tiny red pimples, but I managed to give
them a little more fullness as she cooed, "Ooh!" and "Ahh!"
I started to crawl lower, but she pushed me onto my side and
said, "Want to fuck my mouth?"
"Wow!" I gasped. Did she really mean that? Does she really know
what it means to have a guy fuck her mouth? "Yeah!"
She rolled flat on her back, stretching her arms over her head,
and said, "Go ahead! Have at me!"
"You really want me to? Like..."
"Yeah! Like my mouth was a pussy. Go ahead! Don't hold back!"
Then she faced straight up at the ceiling and opened her mouth wide.
I couldn't believe it. After so many failed attempts at begging
prior girlfriends to let me mouth-fuck them, this girl wanted me to.
I swung a leg over her head and settled myself onto her, facing
her crotch. I slid my cock into her gaping mouth, then slammed my
pelvis down, pressing my crotch tightly to her lips, before she could
change her mind. Don't hold back, she said.
I felt my cock twist sharply at the back of her mouth as it slid
past her throat and down her gullet. She began bucking wildly under
me, nearly throwing me off her a few times. There was no way she was
going to make me disengage before I was fully satisfied. I didn't
even have to pump her mouth--her strenuous gag reflex did all the
work, milking my cock far more tightly than any pussy, hand, or
asshole ever could.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I groaned as I flooded her throat with my spunk.
Her continuing gagging and squeezing my cock drew more cum from me
than I could have ever produced from my own efforts. I just kept
coming and coming and coming, she kept gagging and gagging and
gagging, and I kept coming and coming and coming. The vicious cycle
just went on and on until I was so drained that no amount of cock
milking could draw more from me.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and rolled off her, panting.
After a few seconds, I sat up and said, "Julie! Wow!"
Julie didn't answer.
"My God! Julie! JULIE!" I ran into the forbidden doorway into
a short zig-zagging hallway. There were a couple of closed doors,
but I quickly came to an open doorway into the forbidden bathroom
itself, and found a cup. I filled it with water, ran back, and
splashed it on her face. I slapped her face a few times and she
started to cough and sputter.
"Julie! I'm sorry! I..."
"It's okay," she said and coughed for a while. Then she grinned
wide and said, "But now it's my turn."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Now we fuck normally, right? But
I don't think I have any more spunk left in me after that."
"No! Now I ride you and you make me come with your mouth."
"Sure," I said. "I love sucking on pussies."
"Then you'll love this!" She pushed me onto my back. In an
instant, she had straddled my head, hovering her ass just inches
above my face. I was staring into in the thickest, blackest muff
hair I'd ever seen. Her pussy was the merest slit between her twin
mounds. And she had a little tattoo of a unicorn on the inner
surface of her ass cheek with it's horn about to impale her anus.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Yeah!" I said.
She sat on my face. My nose was shoved up her asshole, and her
pussy was pressed so tightly to my mouth.
She squeezed my nose with her anal sphincter and said, "Make me
come, Jeremy. You're not taking another breath until I come."
I felt her swing her legs straight out in front of her along the
sides of my body. Her pussy mounds twisted my lips under her weight
as she swung her legs around. Her weight increased upon my face, and
I realized that her full weight was then being supported by my face.
I had never had a girlfriend do that to me before either. Despite
her light weight, her full weight on my skull was crushing and
painful.
Well, what's good for the goose and all that. I slid my tongue
up between her tight rubbery pussy lips and tasted the musky wetness
within. I slid my tongue up and down the length of her pussy, and in
and out of the hole a few times. Then I found her clit. I flicked
it a few times with my tongue, then drew it into my mouth between my
lips.
My lungs were already gasping for air, and so I tried to motion
her with my hands to let me take a breath, but my arms were pinned at
my sides under her legs.
I had no choice but to continue working her clit. With her clit
pulled into my mouth, I swirled and flicked it with my tongue. She
began to moan, "Oh! Ah! Ohhh! Aaaaah!" as I batted her clit with
my tongue.
I was on the verge of passing out when she started to quake on my
face while she gushed a heavy stream of pussy juice into my mouth.
Then the taste hit me. It wasn't pussy juice. She was peeing into
my mouth while she orgasmed. Oh, gross! I struggled to get her to
stop, but my head was pinned under her ass, and my arms were still
pinned under her legs.
Just when I knew I was on the verge of going black, she fell
forward onto me.
"Whoa!" she said. "You're good!"
"Aaaaaah!" I said, since my mouth was full of her pee and I
couldn't say anything else.
She turned and sat up on my chest looking down at me.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" I said, pushing her to get off me.
"No! I'm not getting off."
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" I said again pointing into my mouth. I had to
spit her waste out of my mouth in such a bad way.
"No, Jeremy! Swallow it. I'm sitting right here until it's all
gone."
Fuck! So I swallowed her filth.
"There," she said, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"But why'd you pee in my mouth? And why wouldn't you let me get
up to spit it out?"
"I pee during powerful orgasms. And you gave me one of the most
powerful orgasms ever!"
"I, uh, well..."
"And I swallowed your cum. So you can swallow my pee."
"I guess so..." I guess she had a point there. Even though cum
wasn't exactly waste.
"Besides, haven't you ever heard of water sports?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "I'd come across it a few times on kinky
porn sites."
"And what did it taste like to you?" she asked.
"Uhm, it didn't taste like anything, really. I guess it wasn't
so bad."
"I'm glad you think so," she said with a strange grin.
"Yeah, it was okay," I said, thinking now about how I was going
to get home. Would she drive me home now, or would it be up to me to
call a cab?
"You think you can come again?" she asked.
"Wow! You drained me pretty good. I might not," I admitted.
"Okay then," she said, "we can wait until morning to finish what
we started."
She leaned forward and crawled back, and lay down on top of me
facing me, while her legs straddled mine. My semi-rigid member poked
partly into her rubbery pussy. She snuggled her head on my neck and
said, "Can I sleep on you like this?"
"Sure," I said. It was actually rather comfortable having her
lounge on top of me like that.
I dozed off, and it was soon morning. I slept better than I had
in a long time. She was still on top of me, sleeping soundly. I lay
there, trying to remain still. She awoke about an hour after I did.
"Morning, Jeremy," she said and kissed me.
"Morning, Julie."
"You ready to finish?" she asked.
"Oh! Yeah, if you want to."
"Sure I want to, just let me do something first." She climbed
off me and went into the private bathroom for about five minutes.
"I have to do something too," I called out.
"Down the hall," she answered back.
I went, and took a whiz, and returned to her room. I rooted
through my jeans on the floor and pulled a rubber out of my wallet.
Then I lay back down just as I had before, and she returned to bed a
few moments later and sat on my stomach.
"Here," I said, handing her the rubber.
"I just put my diaphragm in, I can't stand rubbers."
"Me neither, but, you know."
"You need me to get you hard?" she asked.
"Yeah."
She swung a leg over my head and placed herself on top of me
facing my cock. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I groaned, staring past her ass
cheeks through her crack as she slid her black lips up and down my
shaft, from the base against my crotch to the tip and back again.
Every time that stud in her tongue crossed the "neck" of my cock,
she brought me another degree toward orgasm. I was almost there,
then she stopped. She pushed her pussy toward my face and said, "Now
get me wet."
I leaned up and sucked her clit into my mouth, like last night, I
flicked it and batted it with my tongue. I felt the tension build in
her body and she started to quiver as I assaulted her clit.
"Okay! Enough!" she said and crawled around and sat on my hips,
impaling her pussy with my cock.
I began thrusting up into her. Despite her light weight, it was
exhausting work lifting her body up with every thrust, but I soon
exploded into her pussy with wave after wave of "Ah! Ah! Ah!" It
wasn't as powerful as fucking her mouth, but it was still gratifying
to fuck the normal way.
Again, she fell forward onto me, and we kissed another hour away
with her on top of me. She leaned up and said, "You think you're
recharged by now?"
"Maybe. Why? You want to fuck again?"
"You ever fuck a girl in the ass?" she asked me.
"No! None of my girlfriends ever wanted to try that? Why? Do
you?"
"Sure, but!"
"But what?" I asked.
"You have to prep me first?" At that she rolled off me onto her
stomach, and spread her legs apart invitingly.
"Sure!" I said as my cock got recharged in that instant. "Got
any KY Jelly?"
"Not with KY Jelly, Jeremy. Rim me."
"What? You mean, uh, you want me to lick your asshole?"
"Bingo!"
I hesitated at that, but I couldn't pass up a chance to ass-fuck
this hot girl! I crawled down between her legs, spread her ass
cheeks with my hands, and peered at the little round brown patch of
skin that surrounded her knotty anus.
I sucked in a breath and moved in. I gently licked up her crack
and over her sphincter.
"Go on, Jeremy," she said. "It won't bite!"
It smelled a little bit like shit when my nose was pressed up
against that brown splotch surrounding her sphincter, but that was
the price I would have to pay, I suppose. At least it didn't taste
like shit, not that I knew what shit tasted like. Ewww, what a
thought! I licked a little more forcefully.
I licked over her anus a few more times, and I felt it quiver
each time my tongue licked over the knot.
"Ohhh! Jeremy! That feels so good! Now tongue-fuck my ass!"
I sucked in another breath and slid my tongue out and pressed it
gently against her knot, then slowly pressed it in. Her sphincter
gave way and admitted my tongue. Unlike a pussy, it was dry and
leathery inside. I slid my tongue in and out, as she squeezed my
tongue with her sphincter muscle.
"C'mon Jeremy! You got to get me good and wet in there!"
My cock was achingly engorged, and throbbing so much that I
thought I might come before I got it in her ass. I spit more saliva
onto my tongue and continued to fuck her asshole with my tongue,
getting her asshole thoroughly soaked.
"Oh, Jeremy! That feels fucking good! Now do it! Put your cock
in my ass."
I climbed on top of her and slid my hungry member between her ass
cheeks up to her quivering sphincter. I pushed a little harder, and
my cock slid a little ways into her moist asshole, drawing a gasp
from her mouth. Oh man! It was so tight!
I pushed harder, forcing it to slowly slide up into her shithole
up to my crotch. She started quivering under me as I began to slide
in and out, fucking her ass. It was so incredibly tight! Then she
squeezed her sphincter around my cock! Without any work at all, I
shot my wad up her butt right then, filling her rectum with my spunk.
After I came, I lay on top of her licking the back of her neck
while holding my shrinking member in her ass just to prolong the
feeling as long as I could.
I rolled off her, saying, "Wow!"
"You enjoyed that, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah! Did you?"
"Yeah!" she said.
We then lay in each other arms and cuddled a while longer until
our grumbling stomachs refused to give us any peace.
"Let's go downstairs and get us something to eat."
"Sure," I said, and headed out of the bedroom naked.
"Wait, get dressed, silly."
"Why?" I asked.
"My housemates will be up by now."
We dressed and went downstairs--me in my jeans and tee shirt, and
Julie put on a loose black sweat-suit with a cut-off top that showed
her bare midriff. The main stairway opened into a large family room
with plate glass windows that faced a huge lake. One far wall was
dominated by a huge flat-screen TV and a killer sound system. Wow!
What I wouldn't give to live in this house with Julie!
We walked down another short hall past a library with oak
bookcases stuffed with books, and a formal dining room, we entered a
large modern stainless steel kitchen where four other vampireses, all
in black, were eating at a table.
Julie made us some hash browns and we joined the other girls.
"Morning, Julie," the others said.
"Got lucky last night?" one of them said.
Julie grinned and kissed me, then handed me a glass of orange
juice.
The other girls left the table, leaving Julie and me to chat. I
wanted to ask if this could lead to anything more, but I knew it
couldn't--I was moving away Monday, before any kind of relationship
could develop.
After breakfast, Julie and I put the dishes in one of the
dishwashers. Then I helped her take the clean dishes out of a
different dishwasher and put them away.
"Jeremy, can you wait here for a minute? I want to talk to my
housemates about something."
"Sure," I shrugged.
That minute turned into a half hour as I paced around the
humungous kitchen and breakfast nook. The windows on this side of
the house faced a forest full of trees as far as I could see. Not
another house in sight.
"Jeremy," Julie said as she entered the kitchen and sat at the
table, "please sit down." She sounded serious.
I sat at the table. "What?"
"I have a proposition for you."
"Oh? What?"
"I'd like to invite you to be our live-in toilet slave. Your
every need would be taken care of and you don't have to run home to
mommy like a lost puppy. Whaddya say?"
"I don't know. What's a toilet slave?"
"Being a toilet slave means that me and my roommates will be able
to use you as our toilet. Come with me for a minute."
I followed her upstairs and she led me into her bedroom and into
that private bathroom. She didn't know that I had already been in
it.
"This bathroom connects to all four master bedrooms through a
short set of hallways, but you can't get to it without going through
one of the master bedrooms."
I looked around more carefully this time. The floor and walls
were tiled in large marble tiles that must have been hideously
expensive. There was a long counter with four sinks along one wall
under a wall-length mirror, one of which I had taken that cup from.
A built-in wooden cabinet was located in the middle of the wide,
wall-length mirror. Cosmetics and other girl-stuff littered the
counter. A chair sat in front of a small magnifying makeup mirror
between two of the sinks. A simple padded exercise bench was pushed
up against another wall. The opposite wall had three alcoves with
doorways closed over by plastic curtains. She showed me that two of
the opposing alcoves each contained a large luxurious shower stall.
Julie opened the curtain directly between the two shower alcoves.
"What the fuck is that?" I asked. It was a low padded bench
sticking out of a small hole in the wall, a sort-of toilet seat was
hinged and flipped upside down just then. A built-in cabinet door
was mounted on one of the side walls. A small magnifying makeup
mirror was mounted on a telescoping arm on the other side wall.
"That's where you will be."
"You're shitting me!"
"I will be," she said with a giggle.
"Huh?"
"Yes," she got serious again. "You'll be lying on your back with
your face in the toilet seat. We will come and sit on your face to
use the toilet."
"Holy shit! You mean you'll all sit on me and pee in my mouth
like you did last night?"
"Yes, Jeremy."
_"All_ of you? Not just you, Julie?"
"Yes! _All_ of us will use you as our toilet."
"That's, uhm, bizarre," I said.
"It's kinky, sure, but it'll be fun!" she said. "You'll have
five women to serve. Five pussies to suck on all day long. What guy
can say 'no' to that?"
"Well, that's sure tempting," I said.
"Then you'll be our toilet slave? Not run home to mommy?"
"Hmmmm," I thought. "Okay. I'll try it."
"Good! Let's go back downstairs."
Julie and I went back downstairs where the other four women were
waiting in the large family room.
"Everyone," Julie said to them. "This is Jeremy. He'd like to
be our next toilet slave."
"Great!" one of the other vamps said, "He's cute!"
"Jeremy," Julie said pointing to each of them, "this is Erica,
this is Laurie, that's Darcie, and that's Francesca."
Julie held my hand as we sat closely together on one of the
sofas. I felt like I was sitting amidst a vampire coven. They were
all as ashen white as Julie, and dressed as blackly.
Erica and Laurie smiled at me and said, "Hi," when they were
introduced.
Erica had skin as ashen as Julie, but her long straight black
hair hung down to her shoulders. She was a quite a bit older than
me, maybe around 40. She was dressed more conservatively than Julie,
in black jeans and a tight black sweater, leaving little exposed
skin. When she looked at me, her brown eyes and sullen face showed
little emotion.
Laurie could have been Julie's twin, though she was slightly
older, maybe in her late 20's. She was also quite trim, though not
nearly as anorexic as Julie. She was wearing the exact same top as
Julie had worn last night, showing ample chest, cleavage, and
midriff, but with tight black spandex pants that showed every curve.
Man! I could even make out the individual twin mounds of her pussy!
She had three rings in her navel, not just one, plus her ear lobes
were each packed solid with silver rings, and she also had a ring in
her nose. She smiled at me, then at Julie, then dropped her gaze.
Darcie sat in Francesca's lap, arms around each others'
shoulders, holding hands, glaring at me, and didn't acknowledge their
introductions. They both looked to be about in their early 30's.
Darcie had shoulder length black hair and wore a fishnet top over
a black bra. Her black jeans fit snugly but not so that I could see
every important curve.
Francesca was a little more colorful than all the rest. Her
extremely short black frizzy hair had orange highlights. One of her
ears was lined with dozens of silver rings, from the lobe up around
the back, and over the top. She wore a black silk shirt with the top
three buttons unbuttoned, showing a hint of cleavage, and with
leather pants.
Erica asked, "Jeremy, have you ever been a toilet slave before?"
"No," I answered.
"Are you straight, gay, or bi?" Laurie asked.
"Straight," I answered, somewhat miffed that there could be any
doubt.
"What do you like to eat?" Erica asked. "Are you a fussy eater?"
"No. I'll eat almost anything."
"Ohhh! I like that," Laurie said.
"And you want to be our toilet slave? For all of us?" Erica
asked.
"Sure!" I said. I wondered how long they would let me stay. If
they're willing to let me store my stuff in their basement while I'm
their slave, they must be planning to keep me a few weeks, or maybe
even a couple of months.
Laurie said, "Julie says you're really good at eating pussy. If
you had to choose between fucking a pussy and having an orgasm, or
licking a pussy and not having an orgasm, which would you choose?"
I thought for a second, I loved to suck pussies. Regular sex
doesn't give me as good orgasms as getting a blow job, so I said,
"I'd choose to lick a pussy."
"Good answer!" Julie and Erica said together.
Laurie and Erica asked a few more questions, but Darcie and
Francesca had lost interest and spent most of the time kissing with
obvious tongue action.
"Okay, Jeremy," Julie looked at me and said, can you wait here
while we all go take a vote? It's how we do things. We'll be back
in a minute, okay?"
"Sure," I said, but shouldn't t hey have let me ask a few
questions too? Like, since I'll be drinking their pee, are they all
healthy? How many days, or weeks, will they keep me? How many hours
per day will I be strapped down in that bathroom thing? Well, at
least it'll sure be an experience to remember!
Before they left, Julie handed me a TV remote. "Here's the
remote, watch TV while we talk."
Julie was so nice to me! I hope they'll all invite me to be
their _toilet slave._
They all left and went into the library for another half hour
while I sat alone and in their huge family room and flipped channels
on their gigantic TV.
Julie returned with Erica and Laurie, while Darcie and Francesca
ran upstairs, hand in hand. I turned off the TV and Julie sat next
to me again, taking my hand in hers. "Good news, Jeremy, we voted
you our next toilet slave, three-to-two."
It wasn't hard to guess which two voted against me. That
probably means that they won't be using me. Still, even without 'em,
three women to one guy is every guy's dream!
I whispered in Julie's ear, "I can't wait to drink your pee
again, Julie."
"Ohhh! Naughty boy," she giggled and licked my ear.
Erica and Laurie left me and Julie alone, and I explained to
Julie about my moving and all. Julie took me down to the large
finished basement and showed me a storage room big enough to store
all my belongings.
Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me back upstairs. Back in
her room, she shucked her clothes off and then pulled my clothes off.
"C'mon! Let's do 69!" She pushed me onto the bed and then
climbed on top of me, shoving her pussy in my face.
"Wait!" I said. "Maybe you should pee before we start?"
"Maybe I should; and maybe I shouldn't," she said and began
sucking on my cock like crazy.
I, in turn, started sucking on her pussy while staring, once
again, into her asshole. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began
beating it with my tongue. Oh Man! She was already soaking wet!
And if she pees into my mouth again, well, it'll be worth it!
I sucked her clit deep into my mouth with all the strength of my
breath, while licking, sucking, and beating it with my tongue.
Meanwhile, my cock was having it's own pleasure as she took it
ever so deep in her mouth and held it there while she licked all
around it like a lollypop.
I continued to flick her clit with my tongue and I could feel the
pressure building in her. On man, my own pressure was building so
fast too.
I was almost there and then she began quaking and moaning on top
of me. That was all it took to set me of as well, filling her mouth
with my hot spunk while I made her body rock with every flick of my
tongue.
Then, as the song goes, oops, she did it again. She flooded my
mouth with her hot salty piss. She was still on top of me, sucking
my cock as my own orgasm rocked me, so I did the only thing I could
do--I swallowed her pee again.
After our orgasms quiesced, she still lay on top of me for some
time, licking and sucking the head of my cock. I continued to lick
her clit, evoking an occasional latent quiver from her.
Julie drove me back home later that afternoon, and I called the
moving company to change my destination. I even made a nice profit
from my apartment sale. Then I called Mom and told her I got a job
overseas and will be out of touch for a while. She told me to write
often, and so on. Everything was settled.
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* CHAPTER 3: TOILET SLAVE *
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Come Monday, I rode with the moving truck to the girls' house
that afternoon. All except Erica were at work, so she and I waited
until the movers had stowed my boxes in the storage room in the
basement.
Erica and I then went up to the master bathroom. "Take off your
clothes and slide in there," she said pointing to the bench jutting
from the hole in the wall in the toilet alcove. I wondered what was
in the toolbox on the floor.
I hesitated for a split second about getting naked in front of a
strange girl. I wished it were Julie. Still, considering that it
would soon be my job to suck her pussy and drink her pee, I guessed I
shouldn't feel bashful. I stripped completely naked and handed my
clothes to Erica.
The bottom of head compartment on this side of the wall was lined
in white plastic, and had a small drain in it.
I slid onto the bench until my crotch bumped into some kind of
pole between my legs behind the wall. I felt a hole in the bench
directly under my ass.
I rested my head back, and was sure glad that there was foam
padding under the plastic lining. Erica swung the seat top up and
over my head, completely encasing my head in what must look like a
toilet from the out in bathroom, and leaving my face facing the
ceiling flush with the toilet seat. I felt something like a stockade
close around my neck when she did so.
She lowered the seat lid over my face, plunging me into near
darkness. The inside bottom of the lid was barely a fraction of an
inch from my nose. Some little light shown through the gap between
the toilet seat and the lid.
I couldn't see her, but I heard her open the tool chest and then
heard the clickity-click of a ratchet as she tightened a series of
bolts.
She closed the toolbox and left the room.
A few moments later, I felt her touching my body from the other
side of the wall. She strapped my wrists and ankles down, and then
placed straps tightly across my chest, belly, and legs. She slid
something tubular snugly over my cock, then clipped something to one
of my fingers.
My heart pounded with excitement at what I was doing, but I was
also scared shitless. Thinking of things to come prompted me to get
hard.
I twiddled with that thing clipped to my finger, and it held
firmly in place between my knuckles so that it couldn't slide off.
Erica returned into the bathroom and said, "You're all hooked up.
Just piss into the pipe and crap into the hole whenever you need to."
Then she smeared some cream all over my face and chin. It stung
like all hell.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"A powerful depilatory. Once a week, and we don't have to shave
you."
"Okay," I said, I guess that not a bad idea for a toilet slave,
"but what's the thing on my finger for?"
Erica raised the lid and said, "That's an oxygen sensor."
"What's it for?"
"They usually hook them to people during surgery. Our last
toilet slave died of suffocation. So we got it from a surgical
supply place."
Whoa! "What happened? How did your last toilet slave die?"
"I'm not sure. You'd have to ask Darcie and Francesca. They
were home when it happened. They said they accidentally suffocated
him."
"And what happened to him after he died? I don't remember
reading anything about an accidental rough sex death in the paper
recently."
"Since they killed him, it was up to them to dispose of the body.
I didn't ask them. I don't want to know."
I shuddered, suddenly having bad feelings about this. "And this
thing on my finger will protect me?"
"I don't really know. Let's try."
"Uhm..." I started to say when Erica turned away from me and
pulled her black pants down leaving me looking straight up into her
pasty white ass crack.
Then she sat on my face.
Her ass covered my mouth, and my nose was buried in her pussy
crack. She spread her legs slightly, giving me a close up view of
her thick black muff a fraction of an inch from my eyes.
She was heavy on me, but not as heavy as Julie the other night.
I guess much of her weight was supported on the toilet seat.
I looked up the front of her body directly overhead. She, too,
had a ring in her navel. Her breasts jiggled underneath her black
satin blouse as she sat on me.
She looked down at me and grinned. Was she about to pee in me?
I was terrified that she was. But she just sat there. After a
couple of seconds, I needed to take a breath. My nose and mouth were
thoroughly covered by her flesh, and her weight on me prevented me
from being able to exhale or inhale. With no air passing through my
mouth, I couldn't make a sound.
I panicked. I needed to tell her to lift up so I could breathe,
but she just kept looking down at me, grinning. I tried to struggle
against my shackles, but I was bound so tightly that I hardly caused
any movement.
My lungs were screaming for air, and yet she sat there looking
down at me with that stupid grin.
The pain! The pain! My lungs were in searing agony, but I
couldn't exhale.
The stabbing pain in my lungs lasted for a seeming eternity while
she just sat on me, then I started feeling groggy. The pain started
to subside and I started to relax.
I heard a hazy ringing way off in the distance. Where was I?
Something brushed against my face. Something cold and wet. My eyes
began to focus and I started to cough uncontrollably while Erica
stood over me splashing me with cold water.
I wheezed a few more times, catching my breath, gasping in sweet
cool air.
"Yes!" Erica said. "It works. Did you hear it just before you
passed out?"
"I didn't hear anything."
"You didn't? It was loud enough to wake the dead!"
"Well, I guess that's good. By the way, do I need my hands
shackled. I'd like to be able to--well--you know."
"Hmmm," she said. "You've never been a slave before, so there's
a few things you need to learn. I'm pretty lenient, especially while
you're new, but the others won't be."
"No? What about Julie?" I couldn't wait for Julie to get home
and see me as her toilet slave.
"Ha! Julie's the hardest to please of all."
"Really?" I said.
"You have a lot to learn about being a slave, Jeremy."
"What's there to learn? Just drink your pee when you sit on me,
right?"
"Well, the first thing you need to learn is respect. From now
on, our last names are Erica, Julie, Laurie, Darcie, and Francesca.
Our first names are all the same: Mistress."
"Okay Mistress Erica," I said. "I can deal with that."
"Good. The next thing to learn is gratitude."
"Well, I'm certainly grateful."
She slapped me gently and said, "Grateful, _who?"_
"I'm grateful, Mistress Erica."
"That's better. But you have to say 'Thank you'."
"Okay! Thank you, Mistress Erica."
"Good, but what are you thanking me for?"
"For letting me be your toilet slave, Mistress Erica?"
"Actually, I was referring to helping you test your blood-oxygen
sensor."
"I see. Well, thank you for helping me test my blood-oxygen
sensor, Mistress Erica."
"And you must thank us for allowing you to please us every time."
"Yes, Mistress Erica."
"Now, to answer your question. You don't need to pleasure
yourself; letting us use your mouth as our toilet is all the pleasure
you need."
"I see, Mistress Erica."
"Are you forgetting to say something?"
"I don't know, Mistress Erica."
She slapped me gently again. "You must thank me for giving you
that explanation. And you must thank me for punishing you when you
err."
"Oh," I swallowed. "Thank you for the explanation, Mistress
Erica. And thank you for punishing me."
"Now hold your mouth open. I need to pee."
Erica sat on my face again, this time with her pussy over my
mouth. Her muff was pressed gently against my nose, so I could
breathe somewhat through her muff hair, though the airflow was
restricted.
She looked down at me and said, "Now, Jeremy, swallow while I pee
so your mouth doesn't overflow."
I couldn't answer, so I just lay there as she peed into my mouth.
It wasn't at all like when Julie pissed when she orgasmed. That was
just a little pee. Erica sent a torrent of hot salty piss splashing
against my tongue, quickly filling my mouth. It was near impossible
to swallow while on my back and struggling to breathe. I gulped a
little down, then a little more, but she was filling my mouth faster
than I could swallow.
My mouth was nearly full when she finally stopped peeing.
"Swallow it all, then lick me clean," she said.
I struggled and got it all swallowed, then I licked her pussy a
few times as another tiny drop of pee trickled from her clit onto my
tongue.
She stood and looked down at me. "Now what do you say, Jeremy?"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Erica?"
Without answering, she closed the lid onto my face and left the
bathroom, plunging me into darkness.
Hours passed in silent darkness. I stayed hard the whole time.
I wanted to spank the monkey so bad, but I was utterly immobile while
my arms and wrists were held down securely.
At least I was thankful that they had hooked me up to the
plumbing. I emptied my bladder into that pipe.
Some time later, I heard footsteps, and the light came on.
Someone flipped the lid up and I saw Julie, in a similar outfit as
when I met her in Eddie's Friday night, looking down at me.
"Hi Julie!" I said, so happy to see her again.
Without a word, Julie reached up and opened that cabinet door,
removed sort of leather strap, and slapped me with it. "Didn't
Mistress Erica explain how to be a proper slave?" she scolded me.
"Yes, Mistress Julie," I gasped.
She slapped me two more times, back and forth, sending daggers
through my cheeks and face. "That's for making me pass out when you
fucked my mouth the other night!"
Then she slapped me four more times. I screamed at the searing
pain in my face. "And that's for the pain when you fucked my ass!"
"But you asked me to do those things, Julie!"
She slapped me four more times, screeching, "Shut up! You don't
talk unless I tell you to talk! And when you do talk, you address me
properly! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Julie," I whimpered, suddenly wondering if I had
made a terrible mistake. My cheek burned where she struck me.
Julie pulled her pants down, turned, and sat on me. It was good
to taste Julie's hairy pussy again, but not like this. As Erica had
done earlier, Julie flooded my mouth with her hot salty piss. I
struggled to swallow while she peed, and she, too, stopped just
before overflowing my mouth.
Then she sat there and waited. I swallowed her pee, and licked
her clit clean. Then she stood and glared down at me as if waiting
for something.
I saw her reach for that strap when I remembered. "Thank you for
letting me drink your pee, Mistress Julie."
Without a word, she put the strap back, closed the toilet lid on
my face, and left.
Not too much later, someone else came into the bathroom and
opened my lid. I think it was Mistress Laurie.
"Hi, Jeremy," she said.
"Hi, Mistress Laurie."
"Oh, between me and you, drop that 'Mistress' shit. It's just
'Laurie'."
I brightened. "Okay, Laurie. Thanks! It's good to have someone
nice here. I thought Julie was my buddy in all this, but, well..."
She pulled her stockings and panties down, lifted her dress and
sat on my face. Before my eyes was an utterly shaved crotch. Her
skin felt wet and rubbery against my lips.
She leaned down and said, "Julie was only out scouting for our
next toilet slave. I hope you didn't get too attracted to her that
night." Then she whispered, "She's a wild one; don't piss her off."
I kind'a did get attracted to her, but I didn't tell that to
Laurie. "Okay," I said. "So forget about getting anywhere with
Julie again?"
"Yup!" she said.
Then she, too, flooded my mouth with her hot pee.
After swallowing and cleaning her, she stood and said, "I think
you'll make a good toilet, Jeremy."
"I'll try. Thank you, Laurie."
Laurie just smiled, closed the lid and left.
A little later, I smelled food cooking downstairs, and I was so
hungry. I wondered when they were going to feed me. Where they
really going to keep me locked in this wall permanently?
Somewhat later, Mistress Erica returned and peed. I pretty much
had the routine down. But when she finished peeing and I finished
licking her clean, she slid forward on my face instead of standing.
My nose was instantly engulfed by her pussy crack. What was she up
to?
I felt something quiver against my lips. Oh! God! No! Not
that! She grunted and something puckered into my mouth, and suddenly
swelled out as a large mass slid into my mouth and dropped to the
back of my throat. I started pulling against my bonds with all my
might, as her anus puckered again and another mass oozed into my
mouth.
"Jeremy," Erica said from above, "you better swallow to keep up,
or I'm going to fill your mouth before I'm done."
I never agreed to eat your shit, bitch! Oh, God!
She grunted again and shit another lump into my mouth just then,
packing my mouth full of her shit. At that time, my lungs were
starting to beg for another breath, but I was being suffocated by her
ass and pussy.
If she shit another, it would have no place to go. I had no
choice. I forced some of the sticky mass down my throat. She
grunted yet again, and the mass of shit in my mouth swelled, puffing
my cheeks out, and cramming my mouth full of her shit.
My lungs were screaming for air at that point, and I knew I'd be
messed up if I passed out with my mouth packed with shit.
I choked more of her sewage down my throat when she grunted, and
the pressure increased in my mouth, and some of the mass of shit
forced its way down my throat.
Then, oh man, she did it again! That mass of shit forced partly
down my throat grew and slid even further. My lungs were burning in
agony, and I knew I only had a few seconds of consciousness left.
Then she lifted her ass off me slightly.
"Jeremy," she said, "take a breath and swallow."
I did.
"Now another," she said.
I gradually caught my breath and swallowed all her shit. Then
she sat back down. "Now you must lick my anus clean," she said.
Oh Gross! She wants me to lick her asshole right after she took
a shit--into my mouth. Oh, man!
"What are you waiting for, Jeremy?"
I licked her asshole, cleaning around it as best I could, then
waited for her to get off me.
"Stick your tongue inside me," she said. "Clean me good."
I stuck my tongue up her rectum like I was fucking her ass with
my tongue. Just like I did with Julie. She finally stood and pulled
her panties and slacks up.
"What do you say, Jeremy?"
"Thank you, Mistress Erica. But can I ask something?"
"Ordinarily, you may not. Other than saying 'thank you,' you may
speak only after being spoken to. But I'll let you ask. What is
it?"
"I didn't know I'd have to eat your shit too, Mistress Erica. I
don't want to do that again. Can you let me out of this thing?"
She sighed. "I'm sure Mistress Julie explained your duties
before she asked you to be our toilet slave."
"No, she didn't say anything at all about eating shit."
"Are you calling Mistress Julie a liar?"
"No, Mistress Erica."
"Good then!"
"But Mistress Erica, I didn't know it would be so bad. I changed
my mind. Let me out. Please!"
"I can't let you out. That has to be voted on by the household."
"I see. Thank you, Mistress Erica."
Erica's shit sat heavy in my stomach. I felt like puking, and
almost lost it a couple of times. But I figured I'd be beaten so
badly if I made a mess, so I struggled to keep her shit down. My
stomach finally settled a little later.
It was a couple of hours after I ate Erica's shit before I was
used again. Julie came in and peed. Other than me saying, "Thank
you for peeing in my mouth, Mistress Julie," not a word was said
between us.
I didn't know how late it was, but it seemed pretty late. I
heard voices come into the bathroom together. The lid lifted and I
saw two more vampiresses, they had to be Darcie and Francesca.
"What do you think, love?" Darcie said to Francesca.
"I guess he'll do," Francesca answered. "I'm sick of peeing down
the shower drain, sweet."
Darcie said, "Well, I'm sick of shitting in the guest bathroom."
"So you wanna go first, love?" Francesca said.
"I gotta take a wicked shit," Darcie said. "You go first,
honey."
I groaned inside.
Francesca pulled her panties off and lifted her skirt. Her muff
was as thick as Erica's and Julie's. But--oh gross! Her legs were
hairy! Her black skirt was draped over her lap, and blocked my
view, so I couldn't see past her crotch.
I was getting used to this. She flooded my mouth with a
continuous stream of hot pee while I swallowed.
She finished, I licked and she stood.
"Thank you, Mistress Francesca!" I said.
"Thank me for what?" she barked.
Darcie grabbed that leather strap out of the cabinet and slammed
it across my face.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Francesca! What did I say wrong?"
Darcie slapped me again.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"For letting me drink your pee," I said.
"Then say it!"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Francesca."
Then Darcie sat on me. Oh gross, again! Her legs were as hairy
as Francesca's! I shuddered, knowing what she said she needed to do
while she sat on my face with hairy legs. Oh, God!
I heard a slow "hisss" come from behind Darcie, and felt a warm
breeze against my neck. Then Oh, God! It was one of those strong
nasty farts. It stank--it stank--it stank! Then she peed. After
swallowing her pee, she slid forward with her anus over my mouth.
Her sphincter puckered and filled my mouth to capacity with hot,
syrupy, lumpy glob--the kind that's pale and stinky.
I just knew that Darcie would have no compassion, and would
probably spit more wet shit out of her ass any moment. I forced
myself to swallow, since her waste already packed my mouth completely
full.
Of course, she did. I swallowed. She shit a little more. I
swallowed. Then she waited.
I slowly swallowed her messy shit and nearly got it all down when
she pulled her skirt back, looked down at me and yelled, "C'mon you
stupid turd! Fucking swallow my filth already and clean me!"
I swallowed it all and licked her anus clean, thoroughly licking
around it and up into it.
She stood. I could barely stand the stench that came from my
mouth.
Wheezing and struggling to hold my puke reaction in, I said,
"Thank you, Mistress Darcie."
She slammed that strap across my face.
"Yeow!" I cried.
"Thank me properly!"
"Thank you for letting me drink your pee."
She slapped me again with the strap. "What else did I feed you,
turd?"
"And thank you for letting me eat your shit."
She slapped me with the strap yet again. "That's for taking so
fucking long to swallow and clean me!"
She slapped me still again. "And that's just because I felt like
it!"
Francesca took the strap from Darcie's hand and then she, too,
slapped me as hard as she could. "That's for making Darcie angry!"
Francesca hung the strap back up in the cabinet and said to
Darcie, "Mmmmm. I like it when you're angry."
They walked out of the bathroom in a passionate lip-lock.
A little later, Erica and Laurie came into the bathroom. "Did
you give the toilet slave his pills yet?" Laurie asked Erica.
"No, I thought you did."
"Oh. I guess we need to set up the rotation again." Laurie
reached into the cabinet door over me and took out a couple of
bottles of pills. She poured one pill from each bottle and reached
down to me. "C'mon! Open up!" she said.
I panicked. I never did drugs. "What are they for?" I asked.
Erica answered for her, "One's a multi-vitamin, and one's a
broad-spectrum antibiotic. You'll get one of each every night. Now
open up!"
I opened up and swallowed the two pills. They each peed, and
then they left for bed, plunging the bathroom into darkness.
The bathroom had a dim nightlight somewhere. Some of them came
to pee a few times during the night, but the light was too dim to
recognize faces. Maybe in time, I'll learn to recognize them just by
their crotches.
Each time, I just said, "Thank you for letting me drink your pee,
Mistress." And that seemed to satisfy them.
My first morning as a toilet slave brought a rush of activity to
the bathroom.
Erica came in wearing just a terrycloth robe, then hung her robe
on a hook and peed while some others were in just their panties,
doing something at the sinks. Erica stood, got something then sat
back down on me, but not covering my nose. She leaned forward,
letting her tits dangle just above my face, and was sliding her arms
around. After about a minute of this, she sat up and immediately
leaned forward again. She moved her arms up and down to a scraping
noise. As she squirmed around on me, her crotch pressed up against
my nose from time to time, making me breathe in spurts. She spent
the next five minutes or so slowly shaving her legs before she was
done.
But she didn't get off me right away. She leaned back and stuck
her finger in her bellybutton. She dug around and pulled out a
fingerful of glop and slid back and said, "Lick my finger clean."
Oh gross! But with a naked woman sitting on my face, I had no
choice. I licked the nasty goo off her finger and swallowed. Then
she did it again. And again.
Then she stood off me.
A moment after Erica left, Darcie and Francesca came in naked.
Wow! What a sight to be lying on my back in a bathroom full of naked
women, all of them doing all kinds of feminine hygiene stuff!
Francesca came to me and sat on me. After she pissed, she slid
forward. Oh shit! She sucked in a breath and her anus hissed. The
pressure inside my mouth puffed my cheeks out.
I wanted to die!
A moment later, she shat a few little turds that I swallowed
without much difficulty. I still had to swallow one after she
finished before I could clean her, for which she slapped me with the
leather strap.
I couldn't imagine how I would handle any more women shitting
into me. I had to demand that they let me go. I figured I'd tell
Laurie. I hoped she would come to pee that morning.
Darcie followed Francesca. After Darcie peed, she slid forward
and her ass immediately spat out another flood of wet, syrupy shit.
What's wrong with her that she shits like that? I shuddered. Again,
the stench, when she stood, was so repulsive that I had to clamp my
jaw closed to keep from puking it up. She slapped me with the strap
for taking too long and for not thanking her, then the two dykes went
into one of the showers together.
What a relief it was to finally see Laurie come in, in just
panties too. She removed the panties and sat on me again.
"Hi Laurie," I whispered just before she sat on my face.
"Good morning, Jeremy," she whispered back.
I scanned up Laurie's naked body sitting on my face. Wow! Her
breasts, jiggling above my face as she squirmed on me, were firm and
round while still more metal rings hung from her puffy red nipples.
Of course, Laurie gave me a bladderful of piss to swallow. But
then she slid her ass forward. No! Not you, too, Laurie! But yes,
she slowly shat out a long skinny turd that folded over itself around
inside my mouth. She squirmed and pushed out a tiny lump, then
another.
"Swallow and clean me now," she said.
Since my mouth wasn't jam packed, I swallowed it easy enough in a
few gulps, then cleaned Laurie's ass.
My stomach felt bloated--stuffed with shit as it was.
She stood and I said, "Thank you, Laurie."
A moment later, Laurie sat back down on me a moment later and
began to rub her legs like Erica did.
As Laurie shaved her legs and squirmed on my face, I whispered
into her pussy, "Laurie!"
"What, Jeremy?"
"I didn't know that I'd have to swallow shit when I became a
toilet slave."
She sat back down with her crotch against my chin without
covering my mouth. "Sure you did. I'm sure Julie explained it all
to you."
I didn't want to call Julie a liar again and get Laurie mad at
me. "But I changed my mind. Please let me go."
"Let you go? But you just started! And you knew it was a
lifetime commitment, too."
"But I can't eat any more shit from you guys. Please!"
"Well, letting you go has to be taken up by a house vote. And
they're not going to be happy about that."
"I know, but please!"
"All right. I'll tell them you asked for a vote tonight."
"Thanks, Laurie!"
"Sure," she said. She finished shaving her legs, squirted a
short trickle of piss into my mouth, and then headed into the empty
shower.
About ten minutes later, Julie came to me and straddled my face
for a moment. Her pussy lips were all bloody. She pulled s bloody
tube out of her hole and tossed it into a trash can, then sat.
"Come on! Clean me out good!" she said.
Oh Crap! I licked her twat, and sucked the filthy blood out of
her hole as best as I could.
"Oh! That feels so good!" she moaned. Then she peed.
After I cleaned her clit, she put her asshole over my mouth.
Double crap!
I can't take this any more! Her rectum puckered and she shat out
a fat turd. Then another. I managed to swallow the first just as
she shat out a third. Then I swallowed the second as she shat out a
forth. I guess I was getting the hang of it because I swallowed it
all with a couple of gulps, and licked her clean.
She stood and I recited the drill, "Thank you, Mistress Julie,
for letting me clean your pussy and drink your pee and eat your
shit."
She removed the leather strap and slapped my face. I was about
to ask why when she said, "You're getting better, Jeremy, but you
need to swallow faster."
"I'm sorry, Mistress Julie. Thank you for punishing me."
I was feeling especially queasy after licking up Julie's filthy
blood and swallowing shit out of four different assholes all in the
past hour. I would have puked, but Julie sat back down on my mouth a
moment later, forcing me to hold my breath. She, too, shaved her
legs while sitting and squirming on my face.
Then Erica sat back down on my face, fully dressed. She swung
that mirror out from the wall, and started putting makeup on. While
I watched from down between her legs, she spent the next 15 or 20
minutes doing her lipstick, her eye mascara, and putting various
creams and powders on her face.
Two of the other women were sitting at the counter doing their
makeup too.
Darcie and Francesca finished their long shower together.
Francesca peed into me again, and the bathroom was soon empty again.
Indeed, the whole house was empty. At least it seemed that way.
The house sounded solidly built, and rarely did sounds of activity
from elsewhere reach me. But the sudden quiet seemed more intense
than ever.
You don't know what boredom is until you've been locked down
completely immobile, in utter silence, staring up at a blank ceiling
for eight or nine hours straight.
After eating so much shit out of their assholes, I finally had to
take a dump of my own. Again, I was thankful that they had hooked me
up to the plumbing, and I just let it flow out of my ass into that
hole into who-knows-where.
While lying there, I noticed an ever-so-slight draft past my
face. An exhaust fan somewhere in that back room I was in must be
gently drawing air out of the bathroom through this mechanism I was
in.
My cock was still hard. It even felt painful from being hard so
long and so often lately. Struggle as I might, I couldn't free my
bound wrists. I desperately needed to get my rocks off, if just to
stop the pain in my cock.
Finally, I heard a door close off in the distance. I hoped it
would be Laurie. I needed a friendly face and a warm welcome in such
a bad way.
It was Erica. She peed, and I was so grateful that she didn't
shit.
Julie arrived home next. She peed and made me lick her bloody
period clean again. At least she didn't have to shit.
A half-hour later, Darcie and Francesca came home. Francesca
peed, then Darcie peed. Then--I knew it couldn't last--she slid
forward and took a shit--her usual wet, syrupy shits. Oh gross! She
slapped me for taking too long to swallow and clean her, then the two
left the bathroom together.
Finally, Laurie came in to pee shortly after Julie. Please don't
shit. Please don't shit. Please don't shit. I was so relieved that
she didn't shit.
"Please don't forget to call a vote tonight," I reminded her.
"Okay, Jeremy," she said. "I'm sorry you want to leave us so bad
right after you started."
Laurie took a shower and then left me alone.
I smelled a ham roasting for a while. It smelled so good! I
wondered when they would take their vote. The vote had to be a
formality. They couldn't really keep me as their slave against my
will. They just couldn't! I ran the vote through my head anyway.
My friend Laurie would vote to let me leave. And the two dykes,
Darcie and Francesca, would certainly vote me out. Even if Erica and
Julie voted to keep me against my will, it would be three-to-two to
free me. I couldn't wait to get out of there. At least I wouldn't
have to eat any more shit ever again! Whoohoo!
About an hour later, Darcie came up to pee. I guess they didn't
do the vote yet.
After another hour later, Erica came up to pee.
When were they going to take this stupid vote? C'mon!
Then Laurie came in and sat on me, dressed, with her crotch on my
chin.
"So, did you take the vote?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered.
"So you can let me go now!" I ratcheted, knowing that I would be
unhooked from this thing momentarily.
"No, we're keeping you."
"What? But the vote..." I stammered.
"The vote was unanimous," she said.
"What! Unanimous? To keep me?"
"Yes. Unanimous to keep you."
The implication of that hit me, "You didn't vote to let me go,
Laurie? Nobody wanted to let me go?"
"We had a discussion before we voted. Darcie and Francesca
wanted to vote you out. They want a female slave. But I convinced
them to vote to keep you."
"You! What? Why?"
"Jeremy, give us a chance. If you want to leave in six months,
I'll ask for another vote for you, okay? And I promise to vote to
let you go."
I dropped my gaze. Six months? I'd have to eat human waste
every day for six months before they'd led me go? I'll be dead by
then! Oh shit! I looked back up at Laurie. "Laurie, please! You
can't keep me here against my will because of a vote. Please!"
"But everything is done by house vote. You knew that when you
joined us, Jeremy."
"No! I didn't know that!"
"Jeremy," she sighed. "You were right there when we took a vote
to let you be our toilet slave. I'm disappointed that you can lie so
easy."
"But! But..."
She stood and left the bathroom.
Shit! I started to cry.
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* CHAPTER 4: FIRST WEEK *
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I felt emotionally numb that night after they voted to keep me as
their toilet slave. Damn! They have no right to keep me their slave
because _they_ voted to keep me!
During the night, a thick muff, either Erica, Darcie, or
Francesca came to me to shit. Then again some time later, maybe the
same person even, came to me to pee. Then later still, a shaved
pussy that I knew was Laurie came to pee. Once, Julie came to me to
pee and lick her bloody pussy clean.
I dozed between being used as a human toilet, and morning came
too soon.
Erica was the first up again. She sat on me and I watched as she
put a cigarette in her mouth. Damn! I can't stand the smell of
those things! She flicked a lighter a few times and lit her smoke.
She took a puff, then filled my mouth with her piss. After I
swallowed all her piss, she just sat on me for about 10 minutes with
her pussy on my mouth until she finished her cigarette.
Julie was up earlier this day, beating the two dykes. She sat
and whispered, "So, you want to leave before you even started, huh?"
With her crotch on my face, and flooding my mouth with her blood
and her rancid pee, I couldn't answer. She didn't tell me about
having to drink blood and eat shit, the bitch! Then she slid forward
and filled my mouth with hot shit. She slapped me with the strap for
not swallowing her shit fast enough, then went into a shower.
The bathroom was filled with naked women once again, and it was
the last place in the world I wanted to be. Darcie came up to me
holding a plastic pitcher of yellow liquid. I didn't have a good
feeling about that.
"Open your mouth!" she said.
I knew I'd be slapped, but I clamped my mouth shut. She pinched
my nose until I had to gasp for breath, then she slowly poured the
pitcher of cold piss into my mouth. For the first time, it tasted
like I imagined piss would taste like--like a filthy rest-stop
restroom.
"Swallow faster!" she yelled at me.
Francesca stood behind her and said, "What a good idea you had,
love! We don't have to leave our room any more at night to pee!"
I chugged the malodorous piss until they shook the last drop into
my mouth.
"What do you say?" Francesca said.
"Urp!" I gasped, claming my mouth closed to keep from puking it
up.
"Don't you dare puke our piss up!" Francesca yelled.
A moment later, there was no danger of puking up any piss.
Francesca had planted her cunt on my mouth. The taste of fresh piss
was refreshingly clean after chugging down cold rotten piss that was
sitting in a piss pitcher all night.
No sooner than I had recited, "Thank you for letting me drink
your piss, Mistress Francesca," that Darcie was sitting on my face,
flooding my mouth. Then Darcie shit--wet syrupy shit again--and then
they both went into the free shower together, while I lay in agony.
Laurie came in and pulled her panties down as she walked up to
me. Her naked pussy lips jiggled ever so slightly as she walked up
to me.
"Morning, Laurie," I said.
_"Mistress_ Laurie to you," she sneered and then sat.
She emptied her bladder into me, then she slid forward and made
me choke down an assful of hard lumpy shit.
She stood after I finished cleaning her anus and said, "Well?"
"Thank you for letting me eat your piss and shit, Mistress
Laurie," I said.
Darcie and Francesca came out of their joint shower, then Laurie
entered that shower.
Julie came out of her shower, sat on me and shaved her legs, all
while bleeding into my mouth. But she didn't stand off me yet.
Looking up past her hairy muff, between her legs, I watched as she
stuck her finger into her bellybutton just as Erica had done
yesterday. She made me swallow her bellybutton crap three or four
times, then waited.
I knew what she expected. "Thank you for letting me eat your
bellybutton crap, Mistress Julie."
But she wasn't done yet. She leaned down and rooted through
something at her feet. Then she began to trim her fingernails. With
each _SNAP,_ she dropped a fingernail clipping into my mouth. Then
she leaned way forward, pressing her chest to the tops of her legs,
and began to trim her toenails. Her toenails were thick, pointed,
sharp-edged, hard to chew, and tasted like stinky feet. They
scratched against my throat as they went down.
Again she waited. "Thank you for feeding me your finger and
toenail clippings, Mistress Julie."
Then, like Erica had done yesterday, Julie spent the next 20
minutes sitting on my face while putting on her makeup.
Then she pulled her panties down, squirted a few couple of drops
of pee into my mouth, and left for the day.
Another boring day followed. I swear, my cock had been hard all
solid day yesterday, almost all night, and was likely to be hard all
day again. The pain was so intense from having such a constant hard-
on, I thought my balls would explode any second.
Finally, Julie came home and took a piss and made me clean her
bloody pussy again. At least her pussy wasn't as bloody as earlier.
Then Darcie came home, and pissed and shit her especially foul
shit.
Then Laurie pissed and shit.
Then so did Francesca.
One more yet to come home. Please don't shit, Erica.
Erica arrived soon after my silent plea. She shit too. After
she left, I puked up a little of their combined shit into my mouth a
couple of times, but clamped my mouth closed each time and choked it
back down.
I smelled dinner cooking again. Darcie came up to me, but didn't
use me. She just took that strap and slapped me about four or five
times in a row, from side to side, back and forth.
"Why are you punishing me, Mistress Darcie?" I begged.
"No reason," she shrugged. "I just feel like it."
She slapped me one more time. "But that's for speaking without
being spoken to first."
She waited and said, "Well?"
"Well what, Mistress Darcie?"
She slapped me twice more.
"Well!" she screamed.
Grasping for something to say that would appease this witch, I
said, "Thank you for punishing me, Mistress Darcie."
She replaced the strap and left.
I was crying when Laurie came to me a little after dinner. She
looked down at me between her legs while she was peeing, then closed
her legs together, plunging me into darkness.
After I cleaned her, I recited the drill, "Thank you for letting
me drink your pee, Mistress Laurie."
She paused as if thinking of something to say or waiting for me
to say something else, but I just stared into her hairless pussy
crack, and the moment passed quickly then she left.
Night approached, and Erica came up to pee. Plus, now Erica's
pussy started to ooze blood.
After thanking her for her blood and pee, I asked, "Mistress
Erica?"
"What?"
"If it's not too soon, could I ask you to take another vote for
me?"
"That depends on what it is. Don't ask us to take another vote
to let you go. That I won't do. So what vote did you have in mind?"
"Can you take a vote to let me have my hands free?"
"Ha!" she laughed. "I'll call the vote for you, but I can tell
you I already know what the answer will be."
"Can I vote too?"
"Of course not! Only the women of the house can vote."
"I see. But you'll hold the vote?"
"Sure, I'll call the vote for you."
"Thank you, Mistress Erica."
Then, a little later Darcie came to me and shit _again._ That
nasty syrupy kind of shit. That's three times in one day that she
took a shit. What's wrong with this girl?
They all eventually went to bed that night. I had to drink pee a
few more times. I didn't have to eat any more shit again that day.
I slept a little better that night, though I was still hard and
in pain off and on.
The next morning brought the same flurry of naked women in the
bathroom. I hardly paid any attention.
Francesca and Darcie poured their pitcher of night piss into me
again. I just knew that couldn't be healthy. Then they both shit
one after the other.
The hours of the day were more brutal on me each day. Maybe I
could ask them to vote to let me listen to music during the day.
What were those groups Julie mentioned back at Eddie's Pub last week?
_Misanthrope?_ _Children of Bodom?_ I decided not to ask for music,
after all.
The searing pain in my cock from the constant hard-on was
increasingly unbearable. Like having a tooth drilled without
Novocaine.
Darcie came home first, and slapped me back and forth a couple of
times just for the hell of it, and glared down at me.
"Thank you for punishing me, Mistress Darcie."
Then she sat. Just seeing her hairy twat up close, about to
touch my lips, was all it took. My body rocked in the most powerful
orgasm I had had in a long time, except maybe for when I fucked Julie
in the mouth last week. What a surreal experience to be having such
a powerful orgasm while Darcie sat on my face and pissed in my mouth!
But of all the women in the house, why did it have to be for that
fucking bitch, Darcie?
After drinking piss a few more times, and getting a shit or two--
I was beginning to lose track of who was giving me what--Erica came
up to pee and to let me clean her period, then to give me the bad
news.
"They voted against letting your hands free, Jeremy."
"Thank you Mistress Erica. What was the vote?"
"It was four-to-one against."
"Oh? So you're the only one who voted to let me use my hands?"
"No. I voted against, actually."
"Oh?" I gasped.
"Then who voted for?"
"I don't know," she said. "We didn't discuss it--we just voted.
We put black and white marbles in a hat. Nobody knows how who
voted."
"Okay," I choked back a cry. "Thank you for calling the vote for
me, Mistress Erica, even if you voted against me."
Mistress Erica left for bed. I figured it would be a waste of
time to ask for a vote to get a real meal or to get let out to
stretch my legs once in a while. _Sigh._
The following morning was a blur of naked female bodies, six or
seven mouthfuls of piss, a bloody pussy to lick clean, and two
mouthfuls of shit, one of which was from Darcie.
While odd for a guy to say, I was grateful that my cock stayed
soft all day.
Darcie and Francesca were the first to use me when they got home
in the evening. Darcie just started her period, and of course, she
shit again. But for once, they didn't punish me for the fun of it.
After consuming gallons of urine and pounds of shit from these
five women, nothing sexual had happened since that night with Julie--
that wonderful sexy night with Julie! I wonder if she would be
interested in a repeat? I know that Laurie said to forget about a
second performance with her.
Still, we had made love together! She had to have feelings for
me! Dare I ask her to let me out of this toilet slave chair and
spend another night together? Just to see what she says?
When Julie came to pee that evening, I worked up my courage and
asked, "Mistress Julie? What would you say to us spending another
wonderful night together like last time? Let me out of this thing
for just the night?"
I suddenly didn't like the fire I saw in her eyes. "Of all the
nerve!" I finished when she grabbed that leather strap and started
wailing on me with all her might (did I say she was a strong woman?),
back and forth, and back and forth. "Arrogant!" _SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP!_ "Obnoxious!" _SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!_ "Rude!" _SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP!_ "Impertinent!" _SLAP..._
Suddenly, I was coughing and sputtering as icy coldness splashed
on my face. Laurie was pouring cold water on my face and gently
slapping me, while Erica, Darcie, and Francesca where holding onto an
enraged Julie.
Laurie then went over to Julie, and they all helped her out of
the bathroom.
The following morning, during the morning rush, Laurie closed the
privacy curtain, peed, then slid back, framing my face between her
naked thighs, and whispered to me, "How are you feeling, Jeremy?"
I swallowed her pee and said, "My face feels like its on fire,
Laurie--I mean, _Mistress_ Laurie! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!
Please don't hit me!" I started to cry.
"It's okay, Jeremy. I won't hit you."
"We were sort of friends before. Can we be friends again? I'm
sorry I lied. I wanted to leave so bad that I didn't know what I was
saying. Please forgive me!"
"Jeremy, I forgive you for lying. But I was never your friend.
I can never be your friend. None of us can be your friends."
"Why not?"
"Because to us all, you're just a piece of furniture. A _thing_
to be used for our bodily functions."
"I see, but will you promise not to get mad if I suggest
something."
"Okay," she laughed.
I swallowed and said, "Wouldn't you like to have your pussy
sucked after you finish peeing?"
"Jeremy!" she gasped. "Never say something like that to one of
us!"
"Okay. I'm sorry, Mistress Laurie."
"If someone wants their pussy sucked, they'll tell you. And you
had better do a good job, too!"
"Oh, I'm real good at sucking pussy!"
"I bet you are, Jeremy. I remember what you said that day. And
if I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd probably have had you suck mine a
few times by now."
"Oh?" My heart sank. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah, he comes and stays with me here every weekend. Or
sometimes I'll go and stay at his place. But he likes our place
better..."
"Hey!" Darcie's voice called from beyond the curtain and knocked
on the wall. "What're you talking to the slave about in there,
Laurie? I gotta take a dump!"
Laurie smiled at me, then stood and left.
Darcie had me lick her bloody pussy and then gave me a stinky,
syrupy shit and then the bathroom got a little busy as the women got
ready for work. I ate two more shitloads that morning before the
house emptied for the day. I forget who sat on me to pick her
bellybutton, shave her legs, and put on her makeup.
The week dragged on. I'd accepted my fate as a human sewage
tank. Six months was a long way away; and, even then, I figured
there'd still be no guarantee that they'd let me leave.
The pain and pressure in my loins grew again over the next couple
of days, but I got wonderful release again while Erica was pushing a
big turd into my mouth from her anus.
I had become somewhat better at swallowing shit while holding my
breath. No one had any good reason to punish me any more, though
Darcie and Francesca still beat me once in a while for the joy of it.
And they each cleaned out their bellybuttons and clipped their
toenails a once or twice that week.
On Friday night, everyone seemed to stay up later than usual.
Though without a clock, it was hard to judge.
The taste of Julie's piss was fresh in my mouth when Laurie
walked in and sat on me. Laurie's shaved pussy was drenched in white
cream, and I recognized the unique odor.
"Laurie! Please! No!" I said just before she mashed her sloppy
pussy on my mouth.
"Clean me down there, Jeremy."
I felt more ill than the first time I swallowed Erica's shit.
Laurie's boyfriend's spunk was dripping into my mouth, and there was
nothing I could do about it. She squeezed her pussy muscles, sending
a big squirt of spunk into my mouth.
"C'mon, Jeremy! What're you waiting for?"
Resistance, it seems, was indeed futile. I slowly licked his
spunk off her pussy, up and down with my tongue. I scooped some out
of her hole, and she squired a little more into my mouth. I got most
of it when she shifted slightly on me and said, "Now lick it off my
pussy lips, Jeremy."
I licked her pussy lip, sucking the spunk off the rubbery flesh.
Then she shifted to the other pussy lip, and I did the same.
She shifted her pussy directly over my mouth again and squired
one more splash of spunk into my mouth. Then she stood.
Once again, I fought back a nearly uncontrollable urge to puke.
"You look awful, Jeremy. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" I said somewhat testily. "I'm got gay, Laurie!"
"Well, neither am I!" she scolded back. "So you better get used
to it!"
I was never more grateful to eat shit than I was when Darcie came
to me a little later to take a shit. I needed the strong taste of
Darcie's wet sloppy shit to take away the taste of Laurie's
boyfriend's spunk.
But I wasn't so fortunate next time. Laurie came to me again
next morning with another pussy-load of spunk. I licked her clean,
then she peed, and left. Her pee did nothing to remove the strong
taste of her boyfriend's spunk in my mouth.
It seemed that everyone slept late that Saturday morning. I
could still taste Laurie's boyfriend's spunk when Darcie and
Francesca came in, naked and pawing each other, to empty their
overnight piss pitcher.
"Wow!" Francesca said. "You chugged that down so fast!"
Darcie added, "Good boy! Let's give him a reward, love!"
"Okay, sweetheart."
I, somehow, didn't think that I would like the kind of reward
that they had in mind.
I was wrong.
Darcie sat on my face like normal, then Francesca sat on Darcie's
lap facing each other. Yeowch! The weight bearing down on my skull
was unbearable!
"Suck my twat, boy!" Darcie said. "Make me come!"
I was looking up, past Darcie's fuzzy crotch, between her legs,
into Francesca's hairy pussy and ass. As Francesca squirmed in
Darcie's lap, I could see them, through the gaps that came and went,
fondling each other's breasts and kissing feverously.
I no longer cared how hairy their legs were. I began to explore
Darcie's cunt. I slid my tongue between the moist, hairy lips up
into the musky wetness beyond. I tasted the little dimple that was
her clit and started licking.
Darcie and Francesca were panting heavily, probably more from
each other than from me, but I was going to make sure they would want
more of this from me.
I sucked Darcie's clit into my mouth between my lips with all the
strength my lungs could bear. Since they weren't sitting on my nose,
I could breathe relatively easy. Though, with my nose pressed up
against Darcie's crotch, I had to take slow measured breaths.
I began swirling her clit around with my tongue. Then I batted
it back and forth a few times. Then I just licked and licked it.
After a few more cycles of this pattern, Darcie suddenly began to
quake on my face, gushing pussy juice onto my tongue--real pussy
juice, not piss.
"You're coming, love!" I heard Francesca whisper.
"He's good, Fran!" I heard Darcie whisper back. "He's fucking
good!"
Darcie bounced with each lick, suck, and twirl of her clit with
my tongue.
After I lost count of her bounces, Darcie said, "Okay! Enough!
I can't stand it any more!"
I stopped sucking and swirling, and just held her clit in my
mouth for a while.
The two of them sat there on me panting, with Darcie doing the
heaviest panting. Fran backed off Darcie's lap and Darcie said,
"Your turn, love."
Hot damn! I'm going to get to do that again with a fresh pussy!
Francesca and Darcie switched places, with Francesca sitting on
my face, and Darcie sitting on Francesca's lap.
As soon as I had Francesca's clit sucked into my mouth, I
repeated my performance verbatim. It didn't take long before she,
too, was quaking on my face.
After bringing Francesca down, they still sat on my face for
about an hour, kissing and fondling, while I struggled to breathe
against Francesca's squirming hairy crotch.
Then I heard footsteps in the bathroom. "Oh shit! You two
aren't going to snuff this one under your asses too, are you?"
"No! We're done," Darcie said as they jumped up off me and
rushed off to their room together. The first time I sincerely wanted
to say 'thank you,' I didn't get the chance."
Erica took a leak, then got in the shower.
They were all home most of the day, so I got to drink lots and
lots of pee.
Sometime during the afternoon, Francesca and Erica came into the
bathroom together. They pulled that chair away from the wall and
Erica sat.
Oh? Wasn't I good enough for whatever they planned to do?
"Okay, just a trim, right?" Francesca said.
"Yeah, just trim an inch or so off. Get rid of the spit ends."
"We aim to please!" Francesca laughed.
I heard the rattling of trays, followed by movement and scissors
snipping.
"So did you hear the latest about Michael Jackson?" Francesca
asked Erica.
"No! What'd he do now?"
I shut my mind to the drivel.
Laurie came into the bathroom during Erica's hair cut and said,
"Oh! I didn't know you cut hair, Francesca. Can you give me a trim
too?"
"Sure, I'm almost done with Erica."
Laurie gave me some piss to drink while she waited.
"There you go!" Francesca said.
Erica stood and the three women "oohed" and "aahed" in the mirror
for a few moments.
Erica said, "Thanks, Francesca!" Then she left the bathroom.
I should have expected it. Francesca walked over to me and
emptied a plastic tray of Erica's hair trimmings into my mouth. If
you ever got a strand of hair stuck on your tongue, you know what
hair tastes like! Now imagine swallowing a large clump of it!
Laurie took a seat in the chair and Francesca began to trim her
hair to the renewed clatter of scissors.
Darcie came into the bathroom during Laurie's haircut, kissed
Francesca, gave me some piss to drink, kissed Francesca again, and
left.
A few minutes later, I got another tray of cut hair to swallow.
Then Julie came into the bathroom just as Francesca was about to
leave. "Hi, Francesca! I hear you're giving free haircuts. Could I
get a trim, too?"
"Sure," Francesca said. "Have a seat."
Soon after, I got yet another clump of hair trimmings to eat.
An hour or so later, Darcie came back to the bathroom to shit.
After she finished, I struck up the courage to ask, "Mistress Darcie,
maybe you should see a doctor about why your shit is always so gooey.
I hope you're okay."
She looked down at me between her legs and thought for a moment.
"There's nothing wrong with me. Ever since I got my gall bladder
taken out last year, I shit a lot and it comes out messy like that.
Thanks for caring about me, but I still have to punish you for
speaking without permission."
"I know, Mistress Darcie."
She slapped me with the strap, though not very hard.
I said, "Thank you for letting me eat your shit and for punishing
me, Mistress Darcie."
Later in the evening, they were all in the bathroom showering,
shaving their legs, putting on makeup, and dressing up in their
Gothic finest. Then I was alone in the house again.
It seemed like it was extremely late before anyone got home
again.
Laurie got home first and gave me a pee. I wonder if her
boyfriend was still here, spending another night.
Erica showed up a little later, took a piss and went to bed.
Julie came home next. She sat on me, peed, and took a shit.
Then, after I cleaned her anus, she leaned back giving me a full view
of her hairy twat. Whoa! Then she parted her pussy lips with one
hand and slid her diaphragm into her pussy with her other--just a
fraction of an inch from my face. It was a great show, but I
suspected that I would soon pay an unpleasant price for that show.
About fifteen minutes later, Laurie came out to me and sat on me.
Double crap! She was dripping her boyfriend's spunk into my mouth
again.
"C'mon, Jeremy," she said. "Clean me good down there. You can't
expect us all to be celibate."
I licked and sucked her boyfriend's spunk from her pussy, feeling
like a total faggot.
She pissed, then returned to bed, presumably.
About ten minutes later, Julie came back out to me. She was
naked, but the joy was shattered when she turned her ass to sit on my
face. Her hairy pussy was matted with creamy white cum. Please!
Not again! And what if she lets this guy fuck her ass? I don't want
to think about that?
She squired a couple of drops of piss. Some spunk also squired
out her pussy at the same time when she squeezed her pussy muscles.
I hesitated, hoping for the slimmest chance that I could avoid
swallowing spunk from two different guys if I just waited long
enough.
"C'mon, Jeremy!" she said impatiently.
She squirmed and squired more spunk into my mouth from her pussy.
Surrendering to my fate, I licked and sucked the spunk from her crack
and her hole. Then she shifted slightly and I sucked it off the
krinkly hairs of her pussy lips.
I cleaned her pussy and she waited. Did she really expect me to
thank her for making me lick some guy's jism out of her pussy? She
stood and held the strap as if about to strike.
"Say it," she said.
I hesitated and she slapped me with the strap.
"Say it!" she yelled and slapped me again.
"Thank you, Mistress Julie, for letting me lick your boyfriend's
cum out of your pussy." Just saying it made me feel nauseous.
"Hmmm," she shrugged. "He's not my boyfriend; just a really
gorgeous hunk I picked up in some bar tonight. But good enough."
I puked. It happened faster than I could react. My vomit
swelled up out of my stomach, and poured down the sides of my face to
the back of my head inside that toilet slave head-box.
"Oh, fuck!" she screeched.
She dashed off and returned quickly with a pail. "Yaaaah!" I
screamed when she doused my head with icy cold water. She did that a
few more times, then left me in my misery.
I dozed off when I was awakened some time later. It was still
late at night when Julie walked in.
"You better not puke again!" Julie scolded me from above. Still
naked, she turned and sat on me. More spunk poured out of her pussy
into my mouth.
"C'mon, you know what do to!" she yelled.
What could I do? I licked the spunk from her pussy, and from her
hairy lips once again. At least he hasn't yet fucked her ass.
She didn't even have to threaten me with the strap. "Thank you
for letting me lick your pick-up's spunk out of your pussy, Mistress
Julie."
Since my stomach had already ejected its contents, I didn't puke
again, but I wished I could just die. Was there any way I could
position myself in this thing to commit suicide? Or maybe I could
say something to get Darcie and Francesca so mad at me that they'd
suffocate me under their asses.
And what about Erica? Did she have a boyfriend, like Laurie?
Was she a slut, like Julie? Or was she lez, like Darcie and
Francesca? She had come home first. So if she was with a guy, they
were taking their sweet time at it.
No sooner than that thought passed, Erica came into the bathroom
in just panties and a bra. Oh crap! Just what I need. Another
pussy-ful of spunk to swallow.
She pulled her panties off and sat on me. There was no spunk.
What a relief! At least her piss would wash away some of the taste
of spunk that wouldn't leave my mouth. But she didn't pee. Instead,
she leaned back giving me a full view of her hairy twat. The last
time that happened, not too long ago, it didn't bode well for me.
She reached into her pussy and began to stroke herself up and
down the length of the slit. Momentarily, her hand was awash in
pussy juice. Soon, it was gushing out her pussy crack onto my chin
and into my mouth. With her sitting on my jaw, I could feel the
tension rise in her until she leaned forward, mashing her soaking
pussy onto my mouth.
"Finish the job," she moaned. "Make me come!"
Well, that was my area of expertise, wasn't it? And it was just
what I needed to reaffirm my masculinity.
I sucked her clit deep into my mouth, evoking an instant
"Aaaaah!" from her. She was already on the verge of coming at her
own hand. I licked it a couple of times, and she immediately began
quaking and moaning on my face with every lick. I made her orgasm
over and over and over.
I thought, maybe, I could orgasm too. Needless to day, my cock
was hard. But since I couldn't touch my cock, I just flexed my loin
muscles rhythmically, making my cock throb. If only she had
continued to orgasm, I might have done it too, but she finally
relented to my oral assault on her clit. "Okay! Okay! I can't take
any more. Bring me down. Gently."
Holding her clit steady in my mouth with my suction I gradually
slowed down my licking until her quaking had turned into heavy
panting, then mere rapid breathing. Yet my own need had gone
unfulfilled since I came when she shit in my mouth the previous day
ago, and my need hadn't built sufficiently yet that I had a hair
trigger so that I could shoot my wad without any manual stimulation.
"Wow!" she said. "You really are as good as Darcie and Francesca
say. And I guess they ought to know, huh?"
"Yeah," I said when she stood. She waited. I almost forgot.
"Thank you for letting me make you orgasm, Mistress Erica."
She pulled her panties up and left the bathroom.
Since it was still the middle of the night, I dozed off back to
sleep with the thoughts of Erica quaking on my face fresh in my
fantasies.
When I woke Sunday morning, the house was silent again.
Erica came to pee pretty early, then took a shower, and left.
A couple of hours later, Darcie and Francesca came to empty their
piss jug into my mouth. I steeled myself and forced myself to chug
it down as fast as I could.
"Ohh!" Francesca cooed. "He suddenly likes our overnight piss."
"I wonder why?" Darcie giggled.
But they didn't give me a reward that time. Instead, Francesca
peed, then Darcie peed and shit, then they took a shower.
I dreaded what was next. Since Erica, Darcie, and Francesca had
used me, I knew that left Laurie and Julie. Two spunk-filled pussies
to suck out, and no one to wash out my mouth with their pee or shit
afterward.
I felt queasy when I heard footsteps enter the bathroom and saw
Laurie, naked, come over to me. She peed and left. What a relief!
I guess her boyfriend isn't a morning fucker. Lucky for me! But
what about Julie?
I smelled breakfast cooking, but it didn't really smell all that
good to me. The taste of Darcie's shit still in my mouth more-or-
less killed my taste sense. A little while later, Julie finally came
in the bathroom, also naked. Why did she have to be last? She peed
and made me clean out her spunk-filled twat yet again.
As Julie got up, Laurie came back into the bathroom. "Hey
Julie!" she said. "What a hunk!"
"Mmmmm," Julie moaned. "And he comes like a racehorse!"
Don't I know!
"Where'd you find him?" Laurie asked.
"One of those kink clubs in the city, I think _Edge Play."_
"Is he staying for breakfast?"
"Nah, he just left."
"Awww..."
"I gave him my number, but I know the type. He ain't gonna
call."
"Sucks."
"So where's yours?"
"Still sleeping, the lazy bugger. Anyway, I gotta take a shit,
see you downstairs."
Laurie pissed a few drops, then gave me a shit, then yet again
she spent about five minutes cleaning out her bellybutton and letting
me lick the gunk off her fingertip. Laurie, however, had long
fingernails, so she didn't feed me any fingernail clippings. Then
she went and took a shower.
The day dragged on. There was no flurry of activity at any
special time of day. They all filtered in and out of the bathroom
throughout the day to pee and, sometimes, to shit.
Later that night, after I figured that they had all gone to bed,
Laurie came in and--oh crap--her boyfriend is still here. I had to
suck his spunk out of Laurie's twat again.
Then Darcie took yet another shit. Again, that was three shits
in one day for that girl.
I slept largely unused that night. I think someone came to pee
once or twice, but it was getting so routine that I hardly noticed
anymore.
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* CHAPTER 5: WEEK 2 *
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My second Monday as a toilet slave brought the customary weekday
rush to the bathroom yet again. It was particularly busy that day
since they all rose at roughly the same time and ended up all
brushing their teeth at the same time. Five women to four sinks made
brushing teeth a crowded affair. I groaned inwardly when Francesca
came over to me, and knelt over me with a toothbrush sticking out of
her sudsy mouth. She removed her toothbrush and pinched my nose.
When I opened my mouth, she spat her sudsy saliva into my mouth.
Hmmm, Wintergreen!
Fortunately, Erica peed a few moments later, helping rinse the
sudsy toothpaste flavor down.
I was so relieved when Laurie didn't feed me any spunk--just peed
and shit, shaved her legs, cleaned out her bellybutton, and took her
shower. Her guy must have left after fucking last night, or he was
definitely not a morning fucker.
Julie also peed, shit, and shaved her legs. After hearing that
conversation yesterday, I was sad for her that she didn't think that
guy would call her. I mean, I'd have called, even though I thought
she was a fruitcake when I first met her. Why do women only have the
hots for the jerks, and then complain that all guys are jerks?
And I chugged down Darcie and Francesca's piss bottle again.
Darcie's shit was still hot and syrupy. Darcie also cleaned the gunk
out of her bellybutton and fed it to me off the tip of her finger.
Just another disgusting thing that I had to get used to swallowing.
She kept her fingernails short, so she spent the next ten minutes
clipping her fingernails and feeding them to me. Then she did her
toenails. They were hard and nasty to chew as Julie's. Then she
reached behind her and started scratching at something. She dropped
some gunk into my mouth that felt a lot like bellybutton gunk but
tasted exactly like shit, but worse. She did it again, and I
realized that she was scratching deep inside her ass crack and
feeding me the gunk that accumulates there. Ugh!
And still no reward again.
Erica only peed and shaved her legs.
The week went by routinely until Wednesday night when Darcie and
Francesca came into the bathroom late at night, obviously angry at
something. They took turns slapping me with that leather strap.
Darcie gave me a few lashes, then Francesca gave me a few.
"Mistresses!" I pleaded. "Why are you punishing me?"
"Shut the fuck up!" they both yelled and continued to slap me
until I passed out.
I woke up during the night with my face on fire. I hardly slept
the rest of the night. The one time I almost dozed off, someone had
to take a piss.
That night, after taking a leak, Laurie said, "I hear you got a
pretty bad beating last night."
"Yeah," I answered. My face was still sore. "Do you know
anything about it, Mistress Laurie?"
"Francesca and Darcie asked us to take a vote, and they didn't
get their way. That's all."
"What vote, Mistress?"
She laughed. "Trust me, you don't want to know."
"Was it about me?"
"Oh yes!"
"Then what, Mistress? What was the vote about?"
"Well, okay," she giggled. "Darcie and Francesca wanted a female
slave when Julie brought you home. And they've been really pissed
about it since then. So last night, they called a vote to make you a
eunuch."
"A eunuch? How?"
"You know, 'snip-snip!'"
"Oh shit! Really?"
"Yeah, they tried to talk us all into going along with it. They
said to Julie, "Remember the time he made you angry?' And they told
me if we made you a girl, you'd enjoy sucking my boyfriends cum out
of me even more than you do now."
"But they lost anyway?" I asked.
Laurie said, "Erica said something like, 'Castrating him doesn't
do anything for us using him. I'm not against the idea, but why
bother?'"
"Oh? That was thoughtful of her," I said.
"Now mind what you say about your Mistresses!" Laurie said. "Or
I'll slap you!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Laurie."
"I told them they shouldn't do it because it's cruel and doesn't
have any advantage for us."
"Oh? Thank you, Mistress Laurie! Thank you! And so Darcie and
Francesca voted for, and everyone else must have voted against."
"It was close Jeremy. Erica and I voted against, but Julie was
undecided. She kept reaching out to drop a marble into the hat, then
pulled her hand back and switched marbles. After doing that a few
times, we got impatient and said, 'Vote already, Julie!' So she
closed her eyes, shook her two marbles in their hand, and dropped one
in the hat."
"Oh shit!"
"Yeah! You still have your dick because of blind luck."
"Mistress Laurie, can I ask something else?"
"I guess so. What?"
"Mistress Laurie, suppose, hypothetically, that Darcie brought a
woman into the house to be your toilet slave before Julie brought me.
And suppose Darcie didn't actually lie, but didn't tell the slave
that she wouldn't be allowed to ever leave again, and that she would
have to eat shit, and that she would be kept in this wall 24-7? What
would happen if the group found out? Would you be more likely to
vote to let the toilet slave leave?"
Laurie gasped. "Darcie would _never_ do such a thing! _None_ of
us would! But if she did, and we found out, I'm certain that we'd
all let the slave leave with our humble apologies. And maybe even a
little extra." She grinned down at me and slowly licked her lips,
then continued. "And I suppose there would also be some sort of
punishment for Darcie. But why do you ask, Jeremy? I can't see a
hypothetical situation like that ever coming up for real. _None_ of
us would _ever_ do such a thing!"
"I was just curious. That's all."
The next day, I got my courage up and waited for a time when
Julie took a piss or shit when no one else was around.
"Mistress Julie," I started. "You never told me that I wouldn't
ever be allowed to leave. I thought it would be just for a week or
two. You didn't actually lie, but you left a lot of details out.
Like, it was really hot to drink your pee right out of your twat, but
you never said that I'd have to eat shit too, and that you'd keep me
in this toilet permanently. Please, Mistress Julie! Please tell
them that you didn't tell me everything. Please!"
"Okay," she said testily. "I'll tell them. But on Monday.
_After_ the weekend."
"You will? You promise?"
"Yes! I fucking promise, okay!"
The next day, Laurie and Erica seemed to start an exercise kick.
They came up wearing gray sweatpants--what? Not black?--drenched in
sweat. I could smell them as they stood a couple of feet away. I
felt like puking at the putrid odor emanating from their sweaty
bodies.
"That felt so good!" Laurie said, panting.
"Yeah, that was a good run! We should do this every day. I need
to get rid of these love handles"
Laurie then pulled her sweaty sweat-clothes off and sat on me,
still panting, her body glistening in sweat. While she sat and peed,
sweat rained down her body and onto my face. Her pussy even tasted
sweaty and salty. Oh gross!
Then Erica did the same, and pissed and shit.
After they left, the odor of a smelly gym stuck to my face for
hours.
During the rest of the week, Erica and Laurie continued their
daily run every evening. But what love handles? If anything, they
could all stand to _gain_ a little weight. I endured.
Although the week went slow, what with lying on my back for hours
every day and every night, Friday came eventually.
I don't know which was worse, the boredom of the week, or the
rush of the weekend when boyfriends were around and I had to clean
spunk out of pussies and eat pounds of shit every couple of hours.
On Saturday afternoon, Darcie and Francesca same into the
bathroom, utterly naked, kissing and pawing each other. While
panting heavy, they pulled something away from a wall and Francesca
dropped from view over the rim of the toilet seat. Darcie sat and
Francesca said, "Oof!" It seemed like Francesca may have lain on
that padded bench and Darcie sat on her back.
Then I watched as Darcie fidgeted with some kind of rubber hose.
"Aaaah! Ohhhh!" Francesca moaned. What could those two be up to?
I heard water running as Francesca continued to moan. Francesca
then said, gasping, "I can't hold any more, love!"
"Just a little more, love," Darcie said. Francesca just moaned
again.
"Now hold it in, love." Darcie said.
"I can't! I can't!" Francesca cried.
Darcie jumped up, then Francesca shot up and was on my face in a
flash. The instant her ass touched my lips, her asshole opened like
a spigot and flooded my mouth with shitty-tasting water. Man! I
never chugged faster than I did just then! At least it was only
water and not shit.
Francesca sat on me for a few minutes, occasionally squirting
little squirts of water out her ass. Then she went back over to
Darcie and started kissing again. As I lay there gasping for breath,
I saw Francesca take the position that Darcie had been in on top of
Francesca.
Oh shit! Not again! Please!
Next, I saw Francesca sit on Darcie's back and mess with that
hose while I heard water running. Darcie was oohing and ahhing the
whole while.
"Ohhh! I gotta go! I gotta go! Let me up!" Darcie squealed.
"Just a second longer, love," Francesca teased.
Darcie moaned, then Francesca jumped off her. A split second
later, Darcie was on my face, flooding my mouth like a fire hose with
shitty-tasting water. But Darcie had actual bits of shit mixed in.
I wanted to die again.
Darcie and Francesca returned to their room in a lip-lock as my
stomach screamed in pain from swallowing so mush fluid so quickly.
In the evening, there was a flurry of activity as they all got
ready to go out for the night.
When Sunday morning came, the girls were chattering about Julie.
"Julie never came home last night!"
"Where's Julie?"
"I bet she got lucky again!"
"But she should have called!"
"This isn't like her at all!"
They were right. I don't recall Julie coming to use me after
they all left last night. Well, I for one was relieved that she
went home with whoever she picked up, rather than bringing him here.
One less spunk-filled pussy to suck down. As long as she keeps her
promise on Monday.
That night, all the girls came up to the bathroom, sobbing. I
wondered, what the hell is going on?
Francesca sat on me to take a shit, and after I thanked her, I
asked her why all the tears?
"The police came. Julie was murdered."
"What!" I gasped.
"She finally went home with the wrong guy."
"Julie! No!" I started to cry too, as much for my fate as for
Julie's.
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* CHAPTER 6: WEEK 3 *
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My third week as a toilet slave began, as usual, with a rush of
naked women scrambling around me as I lay on my back in their
_special_ bathroom with my face framed in a toilet seat and most of
my body hidden in an alcove behind the wall. Just a routine
occurrence in the daily life of a toilet slave.
Little chatting occurred in the bathroom that morning. Everyone
was somber. I even said, "Thank you, Mistress so-and-so, for letting
me drink your pee, and eat your shit, and suck down your boyfriend's
spunk, and lick your bloody pussies clean, and swallow the crap from
your ass-cracks and bellybuttons, and eat your finger- and toenail
clippings, and eat your haircut trimmings, and suck your boogers off
your fingers, and whatever other disgusting things from your bodies
that you feed me," in a hushed whisper.
I had to admit I'd miss Julie too. That wild night of sex when
she brought me home to recruit me to be their toilet slave was the
wildest sex I ever had. And the way things were going, the wildest
sex I'll ever have, if I ever have sex again at all.
Laurie sat on me one time and peed while picking at something on
her hand. As I watched, I saw she had some kind of blister, and she
was picking the scab off. Ewwww! How could she do that? Then she
lifted up and dropped the scab into my mouth. No surprise there.
But then she held her hand over my mouth and squeezed the yellow pus
into my mouth. I guess it's a good thing that they still give me a
daily antibiotic.
The somber mood remained all week. They all stayed home from
work on Wednesday for the funeral.
That night, Laurie sat on me without peeing and said, "We talked
forever about what to do with Julie's ashes."
"Oh? What would Mistress Julie have wanted, Mistress Laurie?"
"We know you had something special with Julie, even if just for a
moment, so we decided to give them to you."
"Oh?" I said as tears welled up. Despite how she had changed
after I became their toilet slave, Julie and I had spent a wonderful
night together making love. She still meant something to me. "Thank
you! I..."
Laurie held out a large metal canister for me to see, ripped one
end off with a can opener, and said, "Open up!"
Oh crap! No!
She pinched my nose and poured some of Julie's ashes into my
mouth when I gasped for a breath. They tasted bitter, and burned
going down my throat. Inside that sealed container since the funeral
that afternoon, they were still warm. She pinched my nose and poured
more. It took nearly a half-hour of that for me to consume all of
Julie's ashes.
As the week went on, I sensed that I was a bit hungrier. Maybe
it was because I was being fed less than before. With one less pussy
and asshole feeding me, my diet had been decreased by 1/5th.
Other than that, everything seemed to be back to normal the
following week. Laurie's boyfriend stayed over the weekend, of
course, and I had to clean his spunk from her pussy on Friday and
Saturday nights.
Darcie's shit was still syrupy and stinky. Francesca cleaned out
her bellybutton and trimmed her finger- and toenails Saturday
evening. I was so glad that she didn't scratch the gunk out from her
ass crack and feed it to me like Darcie did.
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* CHAPTER 7: WEEK 4 *
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Late one night during the next week, Francesca came running into
the bathroom, completely naked, turned on the light, and slammed her
ass on my face.
Within a split second, her asshole gushed wide open, filling my
mouth with syrupy, lumpy shit. Man, I never chugged shit down so
fast as I did just then! If I hadn't, it would have forced its way
down my throat, my windpipe, up my nose, and who knows where else.
"Ugh," she moaned after I cleaned her. Then she went back to
bed.
She didn't stay in bed long. She came running back out into the
bathroom and slammed her ass down on my face again. And again, she
instantly flooded my mouth with more syrupy, lumpy shit that I had to
struggle to gulp down.
"Mistress Francesca?" I said. "Maybe you could use the normal
toilet if you have diarrhea?"
"What the fuck?" she moaned and reached for the leather strap.
Then changed her mind and said, "Oh, fuck it!"
I though that had settled it. I was wrong. She came back to me
less than five minutes later. This time, she was carrying a pail.
Once again, she slammed her ass on my face and spewed forth a flood
of diarrhea shit. She dropped the pail in front of her and leaned
forward and spewed her stomach into the pail, while sitting on my
face.
This time, she didn't leave and return to bed. She squirmed and
groaned while I gasped for fleeting breaths as her ass moved up and
down on my face. She puked again into the pail. Then a moment
later, leaned back, and flooded my mouth with more diarrhea.
Her diarrhea was getting more and more liquid, less and less
solid, though just as foul, if not more so, than normal shit.
It's a good thing I had been at this for a few weeks by then. I
had got over my queasiness of eating shit, and I had got pretty good
at swallowing quickly while 100-pounds of ass sat on my face. I
can't imagine what it would have been like for me if one of them had
had diarrhea during my first week as a toilet slave.
She sat on me almost constantly the whole night, hour after hour,
puking into the pail and gushing diarrhea into my mouth. I never
thought I'd ever wish I didn't have to stare into a hairy female
crotch sitting on my face.
In the early morning, she tried to return to bed, but her
diarrhea always brought her back out to me. Though, as the morning
drew on, her visits became less and less frequent.
My stomach was in agony from being so bloated, and it felt like
it was on fire from her hot diarrhea.
Then it was time for the morning rush. Darcie gave me one of her
nasty syrupy shits, then I lost it. Lying on my back, I must have
puked a gallon up all over my face and down the drain under the back
of my head.
"What the fuck?" Darcie screamed. But she must have known that
Francesca had diarrhea all night. She reached up to get that leather
strap.
"I'm sorry Mistress Darcie," I said, my mouth still filled with
my puke that tasted like Francesca's diarrhea. "Mistress Francesca
had diarrhea all night, and I just lost it. Please forgive me!
Please!"
"Well, okay," she said and slapped me once with the strap. "But
that was for speaking out of turn."
"Ow!" That always hurt when they slapped me with that damn
strap. At least it didn't hurt as much as when I got my tongue
pierced. Huh? I never had my tongue pierced! Where did that
thought come from? Must have been a brain fart.
Darcie rinsed out the pail and splashed me with cold water a
couple of times to wash away my puke, then took a shower alone.
Then Erica came in, peed, and shaved her legs.
A moment later, Francesca rushed in and squirted a stream of
liquid out her ass, but not so much that it hurt to swallow this
time.
Laurie came next, peed, shit, shaved her legs, and got into a
shower.
The bathroom was empty after that. Francesca stayed home from
work, of course. She came to me infrequently during the afternoon.
By then, she was largely over her diarrhea, and she just had little
squirts of liquid out her ass.
Believe it or not, I cried a little each night for Julie. I
would have willingly swallowed her pick-ups' spunk every weekend for
the rest of my life if it would bring her back alive.
_Really?_ I heard Julie from just outside the toilet seat.
_You'd have done that for me? After I was such a bitch to you?_
"Mistress Julie!" I gasped. "You're here? Everyone thought you
died! Turn on the light so I can see you!"
A moment later, Erica came running into the bathroom and turned
on the light. I saw only Erica; not Julie.
"Who are you talking to about Julie?"
I answered, "I'm talking to Julie! She's right here!"
"Jeez! There's no one here! Julie's dead, remember? You
swallowed her ashes! You're having a nightmare. Go back to sleep."
Erica plunged me into darkness and returned to bed.
_I'm dead?_ I asked myself, unable to believe it. _You swallowed
my ashes?_ I asked myself again. Huh? I'm not dead; Julie's dead.
What the fuck is going on in my head?
"Julie?" I whispered.
There was no answer. But I knew I wasn't asleep a moment ago.
That was no nightmare. One of those bitches had to be playing head
games with me.
I eventually drifted off to sleep.
The girls were in a little better cheer the following weekend.
On Saturday afternoon, Erica and Darcie came into the bathroom with a
strange girl. I had seen all the others at least once from a normal
perspective. Now that I was lying on my back just a few inches above
the floor looking into the bathroom from upside-down, the new face
didn't register. She was a black girl with short black hair, flame-
red jeans, and a Day-Glo purple sweater. Not very Goth-looking if
you ask me. But who am I? I'm just the toilet slave--a _thing_ to
be used for their bodily functions.
Erica said, "And this is our toilet slave."
"Holy shit!" she said. "Y'all really sit on his face and crap
into his mouth?"
"Yes, we all do," Erica said.
She looked down at me and said, "You can really swallow shit fast
enough to keep up with someone taking a shit in your mouth?"
"Yes!" I said, surprising myself that I had some pride in my
ability to do that.
They walked out together and I heard the black girl ask, "So when
will y'all decide?"
I didn't hear Erica's reply.
A couple of hours later, Darcie repeated the scenario with a
slender Japanese girl with golden yellow skin, short black hair with
bangs over her piercing black eyes, and wearing a black jacket over a
black tube top and black jeans. She looked down at me and smiled,
then looked away.
On Sunday, a few more prospective housemates were shown the
_special_ bathroom.
In the late morning, Erica walked in with a tall muscular woman
with nearly ever inch of skin covered in tattoos in a leather jacket,
leather trousers, and with her hair in a Mohawk.
A little later, Francesca came in with an older businesswoman
with short wavy light tan hair, wearing a white blouse and black
skirt, and carrying an attache. Not ancient, but I could tell that
she had about twenty years on me--maybe about 45 she was.
She asked Francesca, "I need to use the toilet. May I?"
"Sure," Francesca said. "I'll be out in the hallway."
Setting down her attache, she walked up to me, turned her back to
me, and closed the curtain. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her
panties, showing me her naked ass. Her ass came down on my face an
instant later, as if she had been using toilet slaves all her life.
Though it was dark under her black skirt, the ring in her clit
sparkled for a split moment before my nose was pressed against her
shaved crotch.
She flooded my mouth with her piss, which I dutifully swallowed.
She waited for me to finish swallowing. I knew the cue. I licked
her clit clean, then she stood, pulled her panties up, and left--all
without a word.
I then heard her ask Francesca about the view as their voices
receded down the hallway.
Then, around evening, Laurie showed me to a cute Goth girl with a
black blouse, black jeans, and flaming green hair bright enough to
land a 747 by.
Oh joy! Of the five women they paraded past me, which one's shit
and piss will I soon be sucking down? Of course, I'll have no say in
the decision.
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* CHAPTER 8: WEEK 5 *
*********************
No one mentioned the prospective housemates in front of me during
the following week.
Except for the time that Darcie got sick, the week passed as
usual.
Darcie, of course, rushed in one evening and rooted through that
cabinet where they keep that leather strap.
_Shit! Why is she going to punish me for now?_
She looked ill, and I knew something was wrong the way she
frantically pulled stuff out.
She grabbed a large funnel and shoved the small end into my
mouth. No sooner than she did that, that she puked into the open end
of the funnel, flooding my mouth with her putrid vomit.
She gasped for a moment, then went "Urp!" and puked again.
The smell of vomit in the air, and the taste in my mouth, made me
want to vomit, but she was holding the funnel firmly in my mouth
forcing my jaw open.
She knelt there in front of the toilet (me) for about five
minutes before standing, rinsing the funnel off in the sink, and
returning to bed.
Well, I had become so accustomed to drinking piss, eating shit,
and swallowing all manner of bodily secretions and discards, that I
swallowed her vomit while resisting the urge to puke it back up.
The week went by normally after that. Then the following
Saturday, Laurie came into the bathroom with the Japanese girl. "And
you saw our toilet slave, Leiko?"
"Yes," she said in a soft voice with a Japanese accent.
A moment later, Darcie and Francesca came in. "Welcome to the
house, Leiko!"
"Thanks! It is beautiful place! I love the privacy!"
Darcie said, "So do we! Almost moved in?"
"We have more things to bring up to room, then we go to bring _U-
Haul_ back, and we are done. I wish Kano could see this wonderful
bathroom!"
_Kano? Is that male or female?_
"Yes, well," Francesca said, "you know the rules, girls only."
"But you did say he can stay over on weekends, yes?"
"Of course he can! Most of us have guys over on weekends."
"Okay, great! But, we'd, you know, like to shower together."
"We know," Darcie and Francesca giggled. "But the guest bathroom
just down the main hall has a large shower. Plus there's the bathtub
for two in the sunroom, and a hot tub next to the indoor pool, and
another hot tub out on south balcony overlooking the outdoor pool.
We showed them to you! Remember?"
"Yeah," Francesca said, "There's tons of places here for two to
get wet."
Although all the regulars used me throughout the rest of the day,
I didn't see Leiko again until late that night.
The first time she used me, it was to clean her boyfriend's spunk
out of her pussy. She didn't say a word to me. She just came in
naked with a towel dangling between her hairy legs. Unshaven legs
didn't phase me any more. Just before she sat, when she was lowering
her ass onto my face, I saw she had a tattoo of a dragon that covered
her whole back and ass.
She sat, dripping spunk into my mouth. I looked up at her,
between her puffy breasts, then she looked down at me and clamped her
legs shut, plunging me into darkness. Man! She reeked of BO! As
she sat on my face while I sucked out her hole and licked her pussy
lips clean, foul-smelling sweat drained off her body onto my
forehead.
Completing that task, she proceeded to empty her bladder into my
mouth. With her legs closed, she had cut off my air supply and my
lungs were screaming for air.
And then, she took a shit. With my mouth shoved up her cunt, she
shit one long, thick log out of her ass. She sat on me for a few
moments grunting and puckering her anus, then she spat out a little
turd ball.
After being a toilet slave for over a month, I had developed the
ability to hold my breath for long periods of time, but she hadn't
let me take a single breath since she first sat and had me clean her
boyfriend's spunk out of her cunt.
My lungs were in agony, and she had just shat another little turd
ball into my mouth. She was taking her time about it, too, between
turds.
I heard a ringing off in the distance. Then, all of a sudden,
Leiko and Francesca were splashing water on my face, and slapping me.
I started coughing and sputtering, gasping for breath, with my
mouth still packed with Leiko's shit.
"You never used a toilet slave before, Leiko?" Francesca asked.
"I have!" Leiko said. "In Japan, I used a toilet slave. Kano
won't be my toilet slave, so we agreed to find a house like yours.
But this one can't hold his breath very long!"
"No, actually, he can't!" Francesca agreed. "I think he needs to
be punished."
_Oh shit!_
Francesca opened the cabinet door and handed the leather strap to
Leiko.
Leiko smiled at me and then slapped me back and forth a few
times.
"Yeow! Yeow! Yeow!" I screamed.
"That'll teach him!" Leiko said to Francesca.
"Let's hope so," Francesca answered as the two women left the
bathroom.
On Sunday, Leiko was a little easier on me, letting me take a
couple of breaths between her body functions. She only smelled
heavily of BO that one time--probably just because of the work of
moving in that day.
But after she peed in the morning, she sat there for a moment.
She reached her hand up to her face and started picking her nose
while I watched from down between her legs. How gross! And I didn't
need to be a genius to know how she planned to dispose of her snot.
I swallowed fingertip after fingertip of boogers. Some were just
little gray booger balls, but she pulled out plenty of yellow sticky
globs of snot.
At least she didn't slap me. And she peed afterward, which
helped wash the snot down that stuck to my tongue.
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* CHAPTER 9: WEEK 6 *
*********************
Later in the week, I was coughing and gasping for breath after
Leiko had just given me a piss and shit when Erica walked in.
"Leiko, come downstairs," Erica said. "Darcie and Francesca want
to call a vote on something."
"What?" she asked.
"I dunno."
About a half-hour later, I felt that pipe lifted off my cock. A
pair of hands started feeling me up, stroking my cock and kneading my
balls.
Was it Leiko? No one else had ever came into that room to fondle
me, so who else could it be? Well, I just lay there and enjoyed it.
Then I felt moist lips tickle the head of my cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I moaned.
After a month, I had come only a handful of times, and only upon
being shat into by someone's ass. I had a hair trigger to end all
hair triggers. She slid her lips down my shaft and I exploded into
her mouth as my body rocked against its tight bonds.
I must have come buckets. Then she pinched the base of my cock
between her teeth. Man, I hate it when women do that! Don't they
know how much that hurts?
A moment later, I felt a pinch that sent daggers through my whole
body. "Yaaaaaaaah!" I screamed so loud that it had to have been
heard throughout the whole house.
I felt flush, like all the blood had drained out of my body.
Daggers were still racing through my lower body and upper legs. I
felt like I was about to faint from the pain.
Then I felt something cold and metallic pinch me at the base of
my balls. No! Not again!
After another moment, pain rocked my body, and the world went
hazy.
I came to, sputtering and gasping, with Laurie standing over me,
pouring cold water onto my face.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
My whole crotch area felt like it was on fire. I still felt
flush and nauseous. "What did you do to me?"
She knelt down and put her hand on my forehead. "Darcie and
Francesca called another vote to castrate you a little while ago."
"Oh, God! No! My cock! Please! They didn't cut off my cock!
No!"
She rubbed my forehead. "It hurts, doesn't it?" she asked.
I started to cry. Tears flooded out of my eyes and down my face.
"More than anything I ever felt! Oh, why? Why?"
"I don't think they should have done it, but, Jeremy, you have to
understand something. While you're here, we own you. You are our
property."
"But..."
"And another thing," she said.
"What?" I sobbed.
"We also voted to change your name to 'Jenny'."
Laurie stroked me one more, then left.
The fire in my crotch wouldn't let me sleep, and I cried and
wailed all night long.
And even though they cut off my cock and balls and changed my
name to "Jenny," I knew I was still a guy inside. They could never
take my "Y" chromosome away from me!
The pain subsided by morning, and I could feel a tugging deep
inside me at my crotch. Some sort of wire brushed against my inner
thigh when I squirmed a certain way.
When morning came, it was just a blur of crotches in my face. I
vaguely remember swallowing some piss, shit, bellybutton gunk, and
some toenail clippings. Francesca, not to be outdone in disgusting
things to feed me, took some clippers and clipped the calluses off
her feet and dropped them in my mouth. They tasted worse then
toenails, almost as foul as shit, but at least they were somewhat
chewable.
I was never so glad for the house to empty, leaving me alone in
my misery for the next eight or nine hours.
When I had to pee, I feared it would sting like hell, but I
didn't feel a thing. That was odd.
After about 15 minutes, boredom settled in again, but I was still
glad to be all-alone.
_How do you stand this boredom?_ I heard Julie's voice from just
outside the toilet seat.
_Oh, great! Now I'm hallucinating about Julie again. I sure
miss her though, even though she was so mean to me._
_I am really sorry about that, Jeremy. Please forgive me!_
"Mistress Julie?" I called out.
_Shhhh! Don't speak or they'll think you're crazy._
_But where are you?_
_I'm right here, Jeremy._
_It's "Jenny" now._
_To me, you're still "Jeremy." And I never liked those two
dykes, either._
_Where are you, Mistress Julie?_
_Jeremy, I guess you can kill that _Mistress_ crap now. I'm
here! Inside you!_
_Inside me? How?_
_How the fuck do I know? I've been laying low ever since, well,
that day Erica heard you talking to me._
_Laying low?_
_Yeah, exploring your memories. I remember growing up as a boy
in upstate New York, and also as a girl in central New Jersey. It's
really kinky! You know?_
_What? How? Then I thought back to my own childhood. What the
fuck? I do--I really do--remember equally well, growing up as a boy
and as a girl. Holy shit!_
_Yeah! Freaky, ain't it?_
_Fuck!_
_I was such a hot babe that night! I can't believe you thought I
was a whacko when you first saw me!_
_What? How do you know that? Hey! So you thought I was a geek
you could easily take advantage of? Shit!_
_Yeah. Look, Jeremy. All our memories--everything we ever saw,
or did, or thought about--every embarrassing moment and every kinky
fantasy in our whole lives--are wide open to each other. So we
better call a truce, okay?_
_Sure. But I don't hold anything against you, Julie. Now that I
see into your, uhm, head, everything you did to get me to be your
toilet slave makes perfect sense. I probably would have done the
exact same thing._
_The funny thing, Jeremy, is I know you would have done the same
thing if you were me. So you have no reason to be mad at me any
more._
Julie and I spent the rest of the afternoon reliving each other's
childhood. Of course, I skipped over the times when I--I mean Julie-
-made out with a guy, or got fucked, or gave some guy a blowjob, but
otherwise it was fascinating having two complete childhood memories.
The women arrived home from work way too soon that day.
Erica got home first and peed.
_Hey Julie! Should we try telling them that you're in my head
with me?_
_They'll never believe us, Jeremy._
_Isn't there some secret, like in the movies, I can tell to make
someone believe the impossible?_
_Hmmm, try this! Laurie and I got drunk about a year ago when
everyone else went away for Thanksgiving and we did 69 together. We
both swore that we'd never tell a soul._
_Hey, yeah! I remember that, Julie! Holy shit!_
Francesca came home next and sat on me. She pissed and shit.
"Clean my ass good, bitch," she said.
Darcie came home next. She also pissed and shit. Her shit was
still wet and gooey.
"C'mon, cunt!" she scolded as she shat continuous sloppy shit
into my mouth while I held my breath with my nose buried in her twat.
"Swallow faster, slut!"
_Oh, how do you keep from puking, Jeremy?_
_It's no big deal, Julie. I don't even remember what real food
tastes like any more._
Darcie finally emptied her bowels into my stomach. I thanked her
and she left.
Finally, Laurie came into the bathroom and peed.
As she was about to leave, I said, "Mistress, Laurie?"
"Yes, Jenny?"
"I have something interesting to tell you."
"Oh?"
"Remember when Mistress Erica fed me Julie's ashes? Well, Julie
is here, inside my head, and we've been talking to each other."
"Yeah! Right!" she laughed.
"She is, Mistress. She just told me about the time that you and
her got drunk last Thanksgiving and..."
"What!" Laurie's eyes went wide. "Julie told you about that when
you fucked her that night? That fucking bitch! If she wasn't
already dead, I'd fucking kill her!"
Laurie took that strap out and slammed it across my face, back
and forth so many times. That was the first time that Laurie ever
hit me! "If you ever tell a soul about that, your face is going
under my ass until that alarm rings and rings and rings and you're
dead! Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress Laurie," I gasped.
_That wasn't a bright idea after all, huh, Julie?_
_I guess not, Jeremy. Sorry! I guess I'm your secret._
Sometime later, I felt someone rub something soothing on my
crotch.
Saturday continued unremarkably late afternoon when Leiko sat on
me and took a shit. I licked her ass clean and said, "Thank you for
letting me eat your shit, Mistress Leiko."
Leiko whispered back, "I hope you liked it. Some of those lumps
of shit were your cock and balls." Then she giggled and left.
Oh! I feel sick again!
My crotch had started to itch, and it was driving me crazy. I
knew my wrists were shackled securely, but I struggled against my
shackles nonetheless to scratch that fierce itch.
As usual, most everyone went out Saturday night, though Darcie
and Francesca stayed home. Of course, Laurie and Leiko had their
boyfriends over for the weekend, so I had two pussies to clean out
throughout the evening and morning.
Later, after everyone had left, Darcie and Francesca came into
the bathroom together naked, and their lips locked together.
Whenever those two are horny for one another, which is almost always,
it's rarely a good sign for me.
Francesca then sat on my face, leaning back with her pussy in
view and with her dry asshole over my mouth, then said, "Lick my
asshole, Jenny."
_Was she going to shit, or what?_
I licked her anus, sliding my tongue over it, and pushing it into
the tight sphincter. Her asshole alternately gripped and relaxed my
tongue as I slid it in and out. No sooner than I began, Darcie
leaned into Francesca's crotch and put her mouth to Francesca's
pussy. The sounds of licking and sucking were so loud as Darcie's
chin rubbed relentlessly against my nose.
I continued to suck and fuck Francesca's anus with my tongue
while combined spit and pussy juice trickled from Francesca's pussy
onto my face.
It wasn't long before Francesca started quivering and quaking
while riding my face.
Darcie continued to suck, drawing repeated shock waves through
Francesca's body, while I continued to lick and tongue fuck
Francesca's asshole.
Darcie brought Francesca down, then they swapped places. So,
once again, I fucked a dry asshole with my tongue while Francesca's
mouth played Darcie's pussy.
Darcie must have been primed by eating Francesca, for she began
rocking on my face almost immediately, pinching my tongue so tight in
her anus.
Francesca drew quake after quake from Darcie as I fucked Darcie's
ass with my tongue. My tongue was exhausted from rimming two
assholes by the time Francesca brought Darcie down.
They ran back off to their room, just as the others started
coming home from their nighttime escapades.
Leiko was waiting for me to clean her boyfriend's spunk from her
pussy the instant I finished sucking down Laurie's boyfriend's spunk.
Then, a little later, Leiko returned, and I just knew it had to
happen eventually. She sat on me with her asshole quivering against
my lips. "Oh-oh-oh-oh!" she gasped. A split second later, her
sphincter puckered and flooded my mouth with her guy's cum out her
asshole. She paused and squirted a little more. Then, for good
measure, she farted into my mouth, puffing my cheeks out. And as I
knew what was expected of me, I stuck my tongue into her rectum and
licked her clean.
I almost had to puke again after Leiko left. Fortunately, Erica
had come home and rinsed my mouth out with her piss.
Someone with a hairy muff came in and shit during the night.
After I licked her ass clean, I said, "Thank you for letting me eat
your shit, Mistress Francesca."
_It's so dark at night, Jeremy. How do you know who that was?_
_I can tell by the taste of her shit, Julie. Francesca usually
shits long skinny turds that are stringy and bitter tasting. Laurie
shits out little turds that are chewy and bland. Darcie's shit is,
of course, wet and gooey and real nasty tasting. And Erica shits out
fat short turds that are stringy and bland. I don't have a strong
feeling about Leiko's shit yet; but hers seems to be crunchy and
pungent._
_Who's shit tastes best?_
_Well, probably Laurie's shit tastes best overall. Though I also
like the taste of Francesca's shit. And Darcie's tastes the worst._
_I was kidding! But wow! You're a real shit-eating connoisseur,
Jeremy!_
_Really? Cool!_
_No, Jeremy! That's not cool._
_Oh._
Late Sunday morning, Leiko came in and started rooting around the
cabinet in the middle of the mirror.
Francesca came in too. "What are you looking for, Leiko?"
"I'm looking for laxatives."
"Oh? Got cramps?"
"No. I'm fine. My boyfriend had to go home early this morning,
and I have nothing fun to do, so I feel like torturing Jenny."
"Oh!" Francesca perked up. "I have some ExLax in my room. Come
on!"
_Jenny? Who's Jenny,_ I wondered.
_You're Jenny,_ Julie reminded me. _Remember?_
_Oh, yeah. Shit!_
Some time later, Leiko came running into the bathroom, slammed
her golden Japanese ass on my face, and pushed a slew of soft fat
turds into my mouth from her asshole.
She returned about ten minutes later and shat a bunch more down
my throat.
Then again about 15 minutes later. It wasn't as bad as when
Francesca had diarrhea--that was awful, all wet and nasty--but it was
still pretty gross to consume a huge shitload out of Leiko's ass
every few minutes.
Leiko continued to feed me thusly for the next several hours. It
was torture to swallow her last few shitloads while my stomach was
already painfully full of her shit.
On top of that, Darcie and Laurie also each had to shit during
Leiko's fun.
Amazingly, I survived the weekend, and someone put more cream on
my crotch again Sunday night.
That itch was still driving me nuts. I guess the constant
pulling and yanking against my bonds to scratch that terrible itch
finally broke some rivet or something. One of my shackles broke
free. I could suddenly move my right hand. I was terrified to feel
what used to be, but I needed to know what was left of me.
_Go ahead,_ Julie urged. _You might not get another chance._
I slid my hand down to my crotch and felt a thick crusty scab
where my cock used to be. A small catheter was inserted into the
middle of that scab. So that's how I've been peeing! Another,
larger scab was farther down between my legs where my ball sack was.
I scratched and scratched those itchy scabs until the wounds were
open and raw. I could feel my fingers wet and bloody from where I
had been scratching.
I finally satisfied the itch, then I started crying again. Sleep
didn't take me until early Monday morning.
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* CHAPTER 10: WEEK 7 *
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Whoever has been putting ointment on me repaired my broken
shackle Monday night. But I had already felt the terrible
confirmation. I cried again all Monday night until Tuesday morning.
And that terrible itch had returned with a vengeance, but my shackles
were as tight as ever.
Tuesday night, Erica came into the bathroom with a strange woman-
-a slender blonde about the same age as Erica. She wasn't dressed
Goth either, she was wearing a black tube top with a short denim
skirt. The view up her skirt from my angle would have been a real
cock hardener, if only I had a cock. Erica showed her the showers
and sinks then they walked up to me.
"And this," Erica said, "is Jenny. She's our toilet slave that I
told you about."
"Oh my!" she said, putting her hands to her mouth. "She looks
like a guy."
"I'll explain about that later. Come on, let's go for a swim!"
"Okay!" Diane said, then the two women rushed off together.
_Do you know who that is, Julie?_
_Nope._
A little later, after Darcie had just taken a shit, Erica came
into the bathroom with that woman, both wearing white terrycloth
bathrobes. They were dripping under their robes, and I could smell
the pungent odor of chlorine. Oh, how I'd love to go for a swim!
Erica said to her, "You take that shower, Diane, and I'll take
this one."
"Is there a toilet I could use first?" Diane asked.
"Yeah!" Erica giggled. "Right there!" She was pointing down at
me.
"I don't know..." Diane stammered.
"That's what she's there for!" Erica said. "Go ahead! Unless
you want to pee in the shower."
"But I have to..." and Diane whispered into Erica's ear.
"She does that too!" Erica said.
While reaching for that cabinet door over my head, Erica said to
me, "Mistress Diane needs to take a shit. Do you have any
objections, Jenny?"
"No, Mistress Erica," I answered. "I like to try new flavors."
_Did you really say that?_ Julie asked.
_Yeah! It just came out! I can't believe I really said that!_
Erica started her shower and Diane stepped into my alcove and
closed the curtain. She was completely naked after she hung her
robe. She cautiously sat on me, dripping chlorinated pool water onto
my face.
Looking up at her between her legs, her face turned the brightest
shade of red as she sat on my face with my nose in her blonde muff.
She grimaced and flooded my mouth with her pee. Then she lifted
up to let me take a breath, then sat back down with her ass over my
mouth.
She squirmed around for a minute or two, occasionally lifting up
to let me take periodic breaths.
I said, "Maybe it would help if I licked your ass to relax you."
"Okay," she squeaked.
She pressed her ass back down to my mouth and I licked her
sphincter, wetting it with my tongue, and pressing my tongue slightly
into the dimple.
"Oh!" she gasped
I licked a little more, and slid my tongue into her rectum once
again, but a little deeper.
That must have relaxed her enough, for her sphincter puckered and
shat out a long skinny turd.
Then another.
And another.
I swallowed as she shat out one last log.
I licked her asshole clean, then she stood and said, "Thank you,
Jenny! I can't believe I just took a shit right into someone's
mouth, and they swallowed it! I thought it would be gross, but,
_wow!_ That was such a rush!"
"Thank you, Mistress Diane!" I answered. "I'm happy that I
pleased you! Please don't be bashful about using me again!"
"Okay," she giggled. "I can't wait to do that again! But don't
you get sick eating people's waste?"
"At first, I threw up a few times, but now I can't imagine any
other life. Will you be living here from now on?"
"No," she said. "I was Erica's roommate in college. I'm just
visiting for the weekend. But, oh! If you ever meet my husband,
please don't tell him what we just did!"
"Don't worry, Mistress Diane. They don't allow men in here,
except me, of course. So I'll never meet your husband."
"Oh? So you _are_ a man!"
"Yeah, I'm really a man. They, well, uhm..."
"I know. Erica told me what they did. You poor guy!"
"Thanks!" I said. "But I agreed to be their toilet slave and
live by their rules..."
_You did not! I tricked you! Remember?_
"...so I can't complain."
Diane left, and only came to me to pee that night.
The last time that someone put cream on my wounds between my
legs, it felt like they pulled that catheter out. That sure felt
icky!
I wondered how I would pee. I did pee. I felt it squirting out
of my crotch. That sure felt odd!
Then, from pulling against my shackles incessantly to get to that
itch over the past weeks, that shackle broke again. The itch had
left, but I reached across once more to feel between my legs.
They had replaced that pipe that was slid onto my cock. I lifted
it up and felt my crotch. Soft flesh had replaced the scab. There
was no trace that I had ever had a cock and balls. But I did feel
something. I felt a tiny little pimple in the middle of where my
dick used to be.
_Mmmmmm, that feels good, Jeremy! Keep doing that!_
I kept doing that. It took quite a while, had I had a cock, it
would have taken only a few minutes to climax. Still, the tension
very slowly built in my loins. But what would happen when I did
climax? Would anything happen? Oh yes! After an interminable
effort, I reached that glorious moment, and began to squirt cum out
of that pimple.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned out loud.
_Oh! Oh! Oh!_ Julie moaned inside my head.
We were both feeling that climax simultaneously. Wow!
Instead of squirting onto my stomach, though, it shot out onto my
legs.
But that night, someone came in to check on me, and replaced that
broken shackle again. This time, I heard her working with tools back
there, and she put _two_ shackles on each wrist. _Fuck!_
The next day, after Francesca had taken a shit, Diane came in to
use me.
"Ooooh! I have to take a shit again!" she said as she grinned
with delight.
"I'm happy to oblige!" I said.
This time, she sat and peed without hesitation. Then she slid
forward and spat a few soft turds out of her asshole.
I licked her clean and she said, "Wow! That's incredible! I
wonder if my husband has a kinky side."
"Thank you for letting me eat your shit, Mistress Diane," I said.
"You're very welcome, Jenny!" she said. "Is there anything I can
do for you in return?"
"I don't know, Diane. What could you possibly do for us?"
"Us?" Diane said with raised eyebrows.
"Uh, I mean, 'me.'"
"I understand you haven't eaten any real food since you've been
here. Maybe I could sneak in something?"
"Sure! A big piece of chocolate cake would be fantastic."
"I'll see what I can do," she said with a wink and left.
It was a joy to please Diane the rest of the week. She shat
nearly every day, and she was always thankful for my services.
She came to me Friday night, and her cheeks were bulging out.
What could she be up to?
"Mmmm! Mmmmmmm!" she hummed while pointing at my mouth.
I hesitated, then she pinched my nose.
_What the fuck?_
I opened my mouth to breathe and she put her mouth just a
fraction of an inch above mine, and spat a gooey spitty mess into my
mouth that tasted vaguely chocolately.
I swallowed the mess and looked up at Diane.
"Sorry I had to give it to you pre-chewed. I tried to sneak a
piece of cake away from the table a few times, as a nighttime snack
for later, but I think they suspected something."
"Oh, well thanks, Diane! It was kind of you to go to the trouble
for me."
Diane left sometime over the weekend. I never saw her again.
**************************
* CHAPTER 11: SIX MONTHS *
**************************
I had been a toilet slave to these five women for so long that I
had stopped counting the weeks. I had a vague recollection that I
had asked Laurie to take another vote six months later, but I had no
sense of how much time had gone by. I might have been there for just
a couple of months, or I might have been there a year already.
I no longer yearned to return to the corporate world of
programming, and dealing with tyrannical bosses, nitpicking project
leaders, office politics, political correctness, and the constant
threat of layoffs. That world was as alien to me now as being a
toilet slave had been to me back then.
And truth be told, I had become content and complacent. I had
developed the strength and lung capacity to hold my breath for
extended lengths of time--long enough, even, to satisfy Leiko.
"Jenny," Erica said, "you've been here six months, and like we
promised, we took another vote."
"Oh?"
"Here's what we decided. We wish you would stay, but you may
leave. But just so you know, if you decide to stay, we will never
again hold another vote on whether you may leave."
"I've already made my decision, Mistress Erica."
"Yes, Jenny?"
_Jeremy! No!_
_Hush, Julie!_
"I choose to stay."
_Jeremy, why?_
_Julie, we may be two independent minds inside my head, but we
share a single memory. So you know why._
_Yes, I suppose I do._
Erica smiled down at me. "Somehow, we all thought you might.
Now open up, I need to take a shit."
_We could have made something of ourselves, Jeremy, what with two
minds working together in one body._
_Hush, Julie! I'm hungry._
******************************************
* CHAPTER 12: 20 YEARS, MORE OR LESS *
******************************************
Weeks passed. Months passed. Years passed. I had lost count of
the years that had passed, but I recollect quite a number of changing
seasons from summer to winter to summer to winter. I sensed that I
had aged quite a bit. Not once, even for a moment, had I been
unshackled and removed from their toilet-slave mechanism since the
day they installed me. Over half of my life had been spent inside a
single room--a bathroom, subsisting on nothing except female human
waste and other body excreta (except for that one time that she fed
me spit-soaked pre-chewed chocolate cake).
The house had changed over several times in the years that
passed. Laurie married her boyfriend and moved out a year or so
after they took that final vote to keep me. Janet moved in to take
her place. I missed Laurie for the longest time. Janet was strict
about respect and silence, and seldom had anything to say to me.
Erica, too, went through a couple of boyfriends, then got married
and moved out a few years after Laurie. Jill and Kate, another
lesbian couple, moved in; and it was a bitch to satisfy two lesbian
couples in one household. They were as abusive toward me as Darcie
and Francesca. I swear, the four of them got together regularly to
devise creative ways to torment me.
Leiko broke up with her boyfriend, and went through a few until
she found one willing to be her exclusive toilet slave in a D/s
relationship, then she moved out. Chin, a Chinese girl that Leiko
knew and recommended, took Leiko's place, and she was just as cruel
and demanding as Leiko.
Between Janet, Chin, Darcie, Francesca, Jill and Kate, I hadn't a
single friendly individual in the household. I don't know how I
would have stayed sane if it weren't for Julie inside my head.
_Thanks, love!_
_You're welcome, my sweet!_
Darcie and Francesca eventually moved out. Keisha, a tall
muscular black girl with a tight kinky orange afro took their place.
The first few times she used me were so intimidating! Her pink pussy
glowed like a neon tube between her black hairy pussy lips. And the
utter blackness of her ass crack between her black ass cheeks was
shocking. It was so gross the first time she took a shit, huge turd
after turd emerging from that black abyss that was her black asshole.
One weekend, they had a sleepover with a formal dinner on Friday
evening followed by a wild party that lasted all night, through all
of Saturday, and until Sunday morning. One of them called the event
a "munch." What it meant to me was about 20 or so pussies and asses
to drink and eat from during the whole weekend--a diverse mix: some
black, some white, some Hispanic, some Chinese or other Asian.
I loved getting to taste all new flavors, and I could tell from
the taste of all their shit that they ate well for their dinner. But
the rest of the weekend proved to be a test of even my endurance.
Once the dinner ended and the party really got going, there was
rarely a moment that there wasn't a line of drunken women waiting to
use me. Imagine--my stomach was bloated and sore from swallowing so
much fluid, yet woman after woman sat on my face and pissed in my
mouth giving me no other option but to swallow it. I hadn't
experienced such torture since the days when I first became a toilet
slave to those five original women.
Of course many of the women had boyfriends with them during the
weekend; and from all the cum that I swallowed that weekend, they
were all as horny as hell!
And what were the odds that, out of 20 women plus the household,
five would be having their periods? One even shoved her bloody
tampon into my mouth before she sat and peed, forcing me to suck on
the tampon in order to swallow her piss. Then she left me with a
piss-soaked tampon in my mouth until someone came in about an hour
later, said, "Ewwww!" and took it out and tossed it into the trash.
I guess I could have spit it out, but I knew that leather strap was
still in that cabinet.
After that, it became a regular event several times a year. I
even recognized some of the crotches between munches.
One afternoon when the house was empty, a few days into the week
after one such munch, I was alone, and Julie and I were reminiscing
over some of our shared childhood memories when I felt a pain growing
in my gut.
_What's happening to us, Jeremy?_
_I don't know, Julie. I'm scared!
I struggled fiercely against my shackles and straps, but it was
hopeless. And the pain was slowly growing worse.
_We really should get to a hospital, Julie. Oh, I can't stand
the pain!_
The pain gradually grew so unbearable that I think we passed out.
We reawakened a little later, still lying in that toilet chair,
in darkness.
_Why do I feel so strange, Julie?_
_I don't know. I feel strange too, Jeremy._
_It must be night now. We must have been unconscious for several
hours._
"Hello!" A strange female voice called. "Who's there?"
_Hello! I'm Jeremy, or Jenny, depending. Who are you? Turn on
the light so I can see you? I don't recognize the voice, Julie, do
you?_
_Turn on the light? Very funny! Where are you? Why don't *you*
turn on the light so I can see you?_
Kate walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, looked down
at me, and said, "Who are you talking to, Cathy?"
_Cathy?_
Before I could ask Kate why she called me "Cathy," my mouth
started talking, but I wasn't speaking. "I'm talking to the three
people in here, Mistress Kate. Jeremy, Jenny, and Julie. Why didn't
I meet them the other night when you voted me to be your new toilet
slave?"
"Jeez, Cathy! You're having a nightmare! Jenny was our last
toilet slave. We told you she died of kidney failure last week,
remember? Those were her ashes we fed you a little while ago. And
I never heard of anyone named Jeremy or Julie."
After Kate left, Julie said, _Cathy, brace yourself--Jeremy and I
have something to explain to you._
* END *
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