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A Young Girl's Plaything 4 gggggggFF/F, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad, rim, ws, scat
by Sarah J.
Summary: A piano teacher is abducted by her young, pre-teen female students,
then kept as a sex-toy and subjected to continued abuse, torture, humiliation
and degradation by the girls and their friends.
Part Four: The Potty-Toy
It didn't take long for poor Emily's young mistress to explore the full meaning
of potty-toy - after all, Emily already spent hours with her face between
the eight year-olds buttocks, licking her little asshole. Jennifer started
by playing face-farting, she would wriggle around on Emily's face until the
helpless woman's nose was inside her anus, then she would fart. If Jennifer
didn't hear her slave sniffing then there was hell to pay. But Emily had
been the child's captive for two months now, she had learned the hard way
that there was no chance of rescue, and she knew what the little girl would
do to her if she ever disobeyed. So Emily sniffed.
'Oh Mistress Jenny your farts are so lovely, just like perfume,'
Emily said, just as she had been taught during her sessions with the horrid
child's crop.
'Yeah,' Jennifer giggled, 'well I'm a princess so my farts are
yummy, just like my pee an poop… hey?'
Emily froze, her nose buried in her brat owners anus. She had done
nothing but pleasure the cruel little girl and her friends for so long that
she could almost read their depraved minds. And now she could read Jennifer's.
'I never dun a poop in your mouth slave! You must be really upset,
never having a princess's poop in your mouth huh?'
'Y… yes M… Mistress Jenny,' Emily murmured.
'Tell me you want to eat my poop, potty-toy'.
'Please Mistress Jenny… I… I would like to eat your poop'.
'Okay! Cool!'
Jenny was very excited by the idea of using Miss Devallier's mouth
as a real toilet, not just for pee, and the little girl already knew the
best way to do it - it was her favorite way to sit on her potty-toy. Squatting
with Miss Devallier's face in her butt-cheeks, Jenny pulled her knees up
to her chest, placing her feet between the woman's breasts. Miss Devallier's
ankles were locked to Jenny's bed frame as usual, but right at the top so
the woman's legs were in the air, that meant the eight year-old could sit
on her slave's face and reach her titties and her cunny with the crop without
getting up, which was really fun.
Jenny ground her ass down onto Miss Devallier's face, expertly
locating her anus directly over the potty-toy's mouth. The child's wretched
slave found it hard to believe the little girl hadn't done this many times
before. Jenny felt Miss Devallier's tongue begin to probe her anus, deliciously
wriggling its way into her rectum - the slave slurped and Jenny began to
shit!
Emily's mouth began to fill with the child's waste until her cheeks were
bulging, Jennifer, perched on her throne sat laughing and whipping her helpless
victim's vagina and breasts during the whole degrading experience. The eight
year-old delighted in taunting Emily, telling the gagging woman how much
time she would spend doing 'gross stuff' to little girls, telling the bound
woman that she would be some girl's toilet every single day. Emily knew there
would be no let up from this horrible child and her friends, no hope of rescue,
no rest from this disgusting degradation. Her life would be spent worshiping
her young mistress's bodies and obeying their every whim.
Emily summoned all her strength and began to swallow the filth in her mouth,
the child laughed as she gulped it down.
'Fuck!' said Jennifer, 'I BET THAT WAS SO GROSS! You just had my poop in
your mouth, wot a loser! Now you can lick my butt clean slave - an you better
do a REALLY good job too coz I don't want any marks in my panties… got it?'
It was all Emily could do to nod her head a little. Jennifer became impatient
and began ferociously whipping Emily's exposed vagina until she felt her
potty-toy's tongue probing deep into her filthy little ass once more.
'Yummy, that's really nice, I'm gonna do it every day,' said the little girl
squatting on Emily's face. Jennifer didn't care at all about the suffering
of the woman who was frantically worshipping her child-owner's dirty ass
and trying to escape the stinging crop - she didn't think Emily was a real
person, not like her and her mom and her friends. Emily was just a toy, and
you could do anything you wanted with your toys.
Jenny could hear Miss Devallier sobbing, and grinned with pleasure, the little
girl was delighted that she thought of pooping in the slave's mouth before
anyone else - Jenny loved to be the first one to do things. The little girl
laughed and told Miss Devallier that from now on she would just be a toilet,
(except when she was being tortured for fun of course) and that everything
she ever ate or drank again would have been through one of her little mistress's
bodies first. The slave would now drink little girl's pee and eat their poop
every day.
So this was to be Emily's life, all her hopes and dreams had been
stolen by this brat of an eight year-old girl - now all she could look forward
to was having Jennifer (and who knew how many other little girls), shit and
piss into her mouth. Emily could also look forward to being tied to Jenny's
bed while the eight year-old and a group of her friends leisurely tortured
their pathetic plaything for 'kicks,' as the child had so appropriately put
it, delighting in hearing Emily scream and beg for mercy - which would never
come of course.
~
Jenny, Lisa & Hannah crept through the quiet school grounds. It was quite
exciting and the girls felt like dangerous criminals, even though nothing
would probably happen even if they did get caught - Jenny's mom practically
owned the exclusive all-girls school, her donations had built the place.
Lisa pointed to a storage shed on the grounds.
'That's where the workmen keep their stuff,' she whispered.
'Cool,' said Jenny, 'I even have a spare key, mom had one, can
you believe that? She was telling me this morning about the work she was
paying for to have a new bathroom-block built at the school, and that's when
I got my idea'.
The girls unlocked the storage shed and crept inside, three flashlights
piercing the gloom. In the corner was a stack of cubicle partitions, they
were just thin aluminum and so it was easy for the girls to carry two sides
and a door. On top of that they piled a toilet seat and a sign Hannah found
laying behind some pipes, then they carried their booty the two blocks back
to Jenny's place.
Jenny's house was large and it had three separate basement areas.
Jenny's mom had given her daughter one as a play area, though Jenny never
used it - her bedroom was huge and she had three walk-in closets, bathroom
en-suite and an adjoining tv room. But the basement would be perfect for
their new game. Jenny unlocked the side basement door and they went in. The
girls easily assembled the partitions and door, hand-tightening the light
bolts, now they had a real girl's school toilet cubicle. They laid a mattress
on the floor and put a curtain over the open end. The mattress was only a
third into the cubicle, which was perfect for what they had in mind.
The children made Emily shuffle out of Jennifer's bedroom and down
the stairs, with the short chain linking her ankles she could just about
take each step without falling and breaking her neck. Emily had the feeling
that the girls wouldn't have been to bothered if she had - they would just
have found something (or someone) else to play with. Jennifer unlocked the
inside basement door and Emily was forced to negotiate an even steeper set
of steps. The basement wasn't damp and moldy, in fact it was better kept
that most people's homes, the walls were painted a pleasant light yellow
and there was expensive carpet on the floor. Emily was led toward a toilet
cubicle, sitting right in the middle of the room. A sign above the door read:
'Hamilton Vale Girls School Toilet'. Emily started sobbing and the giggling
girls had to drag their captive the last few yards.
The girls threw Miss Devallier onto the mattress, they left her hands locked
to the thick belt at her waist, but they re-attached the spreader bar and
set it on max, then they attached a length of cord to the middle and hauled
it up through an eye-bolt in the ceiling. The curtain fell just under the
slave's breasts so her head was nicely in the center of the cubicle, outside
the curtain her body was available to anyone who wanted to play with it.
Jenny opened the cubicle door and stood laughing at a sobbing Miss Devallier,
then the eight year-old ceremoniously slipped the toilet seat over the potty-toy's
head and closed the lid. It was only resting on the woman, but it looked
really funny anyway - the girls all laughed hysterically at the sight, then
they scurried, still giggling, back to Jenny's bedroom.
Emily lay sobbing in the darkness, her life in Jennifer's shoe closet seemed
like paradise compared to this. Now she was to live out her life in the basement
as a human toilet. There was a small click and the cubicle door opened, a
moment later someone lifted the toilet seat lid, Emily looked up expecting
to see Jennifer, but there stood her mother, Debbie. For a brief moment Emily
thought the end of her torment had come, that her rescuer had arrived, then
she saw the wry smile on the woman's face.
'Well, if it isn't Emily Devallier. I wondered where they had been keeping
you,' Debbie grinned, looking down at her daughter's slave. 'I was going
to have you suck me off, but I know what Jenny's been doing in that mouth
of yours. I guess it doesn't matter though, I always did prefer an anal orgasm
if the offer was there'.
With that Jenny's mother sat on Emily's face and ordered the woman to tongue
out her anus. Debbie moaned and writhed on Emily's face as the slave licked
at her abusers asshole.
'Wow! Jenny taught you really well bitch… mmm! yessss! uh! uh! uuugn!' Debbie
wriggled ecstatically, fingering herself to a climax as the former piano
teacher licked her ass. The woman sat on Emily's face for an hour, she never
spoke once to the slave under her buttocks during the whole ordeal, but Emily
could hear the woman having orgasm after orgasm, and she could feel her body
juddering each time. Exhausted from a near pleasure overload, Debbie went
limp.
'I didn't say you could stop bitch!' Jennifer's mother said. Emily stuck
her tongue back in the woman's asshole. 'That's better. Now I'm sure you
know I had to sneak down here… I mean, parent's aren't allowed to use the
children's bathroom are they,' the woman laughed. 'But I guess it's okay
in an emergency, right? I mean, when you've got to go, you've got to go'.
With that Debbie slid back a little and let go a hot jet of piss into Emily's
mouth, after the gagging, gulping slave had downed every last drop, Debbie
moved back even further, so Emily's face was clearly visible between her
thighs.
Jennifer's mother looked around the cubicle. 'My… you really ARE a schoolgirl's
toilet aren't you. I had no idea things would go this far. Of course I hoped
they would, but I don't think I ever expected this,' then she suddenly laughed,
'but never mind my surprise, YOU couldn't have imagined this in your wildest
dreams, could you dear. It must all seem so unfair… I mean Jennifer is only
eight, and she's going to be more beautiful than you ever were, she'll have
vastly more opportunities in life than you ever had, she's already rich beyond
your imagining, and now? Well, now she gets to own you, to torture and humiliate
you, even use you as her fucking toilet! Honestly, it doesn't get much more
unfair than that, does it?' Debbie folded her arms and looked directly into
Emily's eyes.
'Dear oh dear, you poor thing… and to think, I actually helped them do this
to you, well… they ARE only eight years old after all. Not that I did much,
just gave them the opportunity really. Okay, so I might have had some talks
with Jennifer where I said that it was okay to kidnap a grownup who was all
alone with no family to miss them. Yep, I might have mentioned that a few
times,' Debbie giggled. 'Might even have told her that YOU didn't have anyone
to miss you… sort of planted the seed you might say. And I suppose I did
have a little talk with Lisa's older sister, nice young woman, and I suppose
I gave her money and asked her to discretely help out, but that's all sweetie.
Oh, I guess that's not fair either is it really? I mean, I have all those
advantages over you Jennifer has, so why would I want to ruin your life,
to take everything away from you, to reduce you to a child's plaything? Because
it fucking pleases me to do it to you Emily, that's why. You see I AM rich
and powerful, so I can do whatever I like as long as no one cares, and that's
why women like you were put on this earth Emily, women with no family, or
friends - to amuse people like me and my daughter, that's all. It's your
own confusion that no doubt makes you think this shouldn't have happened,
but it was MEANT to happen. You were only ever put here for our amusement'.
Debbie stood up and pulled her panties from around her ankles. 'Mind you,
this is a very interesting new twist don't you think? I have a feeling you
are going to be amusing a lot more spoilt rich kids than just Jennifer and
a couple of her friends. She is such a wonderful girl, isn't she?'
Jennifer's mother adjusted her clothing, then opened the cubicle door to
leave. 'Oh, just one thing I would love to know Emily. In fact, I absolutely
INSIST you tell me… what on earth is it like to have an eight year-old girl
shitting in your mouth? I couldn't possibly imagine how awful that must be!'
To be continued…
Ó Sarah J. 2004
The rest of this series and my stories are at:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Young_Lesbian_Femdom
And you can email me on:
sarahs_socks@hotmail.com
An Sarah says… moan, moan, moan… :-) gotta have feedback or I wont write
anymore… yada, yada, yada…
So write me okay??? But put something proper in the title okay, or I will
think it's a virus an delete it by mistake.
Thanks.
Sarah x©x©
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