Author: Hungry Guy
Title: HUNGRY FOR EMDAMANIA 
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: Emdamania sent Hungry Guy a short story that she wrote for him. He continued the story and sent his chapter to her. They continued the story taking turns writing chapters. 
Keywords: M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov Fpov ws scat copr humil nosex caution 
Language: english

HUNGRY FOR EMDAMANIA
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com) & Emdamania

    * CHAPTER 1 *
    * BY EMDAMANIA *

    She knelt at his feet.  Looking up at him fully clothed but with his semi flaccid penis hanging outside of his open trousers, her nerves crackled with excitement.  This was not to be some ordinary blowjob, although at 36 she still enjoyed a tremendous thrill from the thought of eagerly and joyfully providing oral pleasure for a man knowing that the only reciprocal stimulation for her was purely cerebral.  This was the mutually decided upon first step toward a new beginning for her.  This was a special arrangement that could have been said to have taken the 20 years she had wanted to do this for or the eight months of apprehensive but anticipatory Internet correspondence they had just concluded.  Their meeting had been accidental, their conversations unprecedented, their plans meticulous, their desires, in tandem...  

    In that moment frozen in time at his feet, her heart beating a bruise into her chest from the inside, she reflected on all that they had discussed.  All that she had always wanted, all that she had fantasized about continually and thus unconsciously had prepared her entire life for.  The service, the submission, the ritual torture and sexual abuse, the training and abject humiliation.  All voluntary.  All completely willingly.  The possible long term damage, the probable eventual modifications both deliberate and incidental...  Was she passed it? She had always said that when she failed to give herself to a Dominant man she had come into contact with when she was 22, she would probably never belong to another.  But here she was.  Well-preserved and not bad to look at when dressed in her usual conservative attire.  Her stretching, diet, exercise and Yoga had really paid off since she began that regimen so many years ago.  

    She would have a new regimen now.  

    Aside from a few stretch marks on her thighs and hips, she could have passed for 28 had it not been for her sizable but somewhat sagging breasts, and that, she told herself, was mostly due to genetics.  (How that condition might now be accelerated far beyond what nature intended now with the binding and suspensions they had discussed set in as she tucked her right heel under her padded alabaster thigh and opened her mouth to prepare for the first taste of her new life.) She thought of herself as an object now.  The most logical evolution for her.  She was to become an object of lust.  Of sex, suffering and denial.  An object of torment and humiliation.  There to be used and tortured for another persons enjoyment as they saw fit to use her.  And at just that very moment, when she felt the chill of a viscous and transparent dollop of her own vaginal mucosa that had been hanging in the air until then touch her right ankle, did she take him into her mouth for the first time.  

    He did not make her wait long, but long enough for her to contemplate the act she was about to perform.  Looking back down into her nervous gaze, he released his bladder and began to urinate directly into her mouth.  She was at once consumed with shame and yet there was relief as her feelings of sexual excitement blend with her deep humiliation and together swell into a symphony of intense long awaited sensation.  She swallows.  It wasn't much.  It is hot.  That much she can tell.  As her mouth fills again, the taste buds at the sides of her tongue are activated and she feels more than tastes the acidic content of his piss.  She instinctively grimaces, for it is a strong and bitter taste.  
It occurs to her that she is probably fighting some primordial human instinct by ingesting the liquid waste of another.  She swallows again.  It is coming faster now.  Her mouth and throat rebel and contract, but she is a woman of great will and has often fought against instinctual nature and deliberately set about to cause herself severe sexual discomfort.  Her mouth is flooded and she swallows again.  Her olfactory sensed are lit up and alive with this peculiar and new sensation.  It is as if she had been "plugged in" somewhere and now every fiber of her body, every sense were now amplified, only this was better then any experimental XTC trip she had taken at the trance clubs in the city.  She swallowed again.  It was all happening so quickly, and yet her mind slowed everything down, as if to dissect, examine and preserve every nanosecond for future access.  She was bordering on the verge of an involuntary gag response.  

    This was foreign to her.  She had long since lost her gag reflex during her bouts with Bulimia in middle school.  That was all behind her now.  There were far more interesting ways to be self destructive, and she had flirted with many of them.  She fought the urge to choke, steeled herself and then swallowed again.  Now settling into a rhythm, she believed she had it under control.  It would not be easy, but she was determined to persevere.  Gulping now in timed sequence with the contractions of his urethra, she drank of him and drained him and took him into herself a most intimate and unusual manner.  Her mouth and throat burned from the bitterness.  She thought she might have detected coffee or even wine.  Breathing through her nose to keep up with him had opened yet another dimension.  Her nostrils filled with the scent of urine.  Male urine.  Nothing she had commonly been this close to before.

    It made her think of what she was doing, what she was really doing, and what she was becoming.  She continued to drink and drink, each swallow becoming more effortless then the last, but still her mouth kept filling until it was no longer a matter of suppressing ones revulsion at the execution of this deed.  It was now becoming a simple fact of physics.  Her stomach was becoming full.  Just as this new concern was beginning to turn to alarm, she felt him subside a little and his flow slowed to a trickle.  She distantly heard herself moaning and making throaty sounds.  They were ecstasy sounds.  Sex sounds.  Love making sounds.  Was she so turned on by this? The dangling string of lubrication was now a small puddle that moistened her thigh and leg.  Although sexually unrelieved and technically not satiated in the conventional sense, her eyes were glazed over and she felt sleepy.  A dreamy feeling came over her and she felt at peace.  She held his penis between her lips within the wet nest of her cheeks.  No orgasm could ever have felt that good.  This was where she belonged.  

    * CHAPTER 2 * 
    * BY HUNGRY GUY *

    Tensing his pelvic muscles, he squeezed out that last squirt of piss into her mouth while her lips still clung to his shaft like a tight rubber ring.  He had written many erotic stories about this sort of activity, and had accumulated a small following of fans, both male and female, but had never truly expected a woman to offer herself to him thusly--to be his slave, to literally own her body, to user her mouth as his toilet whenever the need came upon him.

    "Stand now, Emdamania," he said.  

    She stood.  He could see the melodrama going on in her eyes--the thrill of giving into her fetish to be a human toilet and of becoming his slave--and the terror of giving total ownership of her body to, basically, a total stranger. 

    "Follow me," he said as he led her upstairs to his bedroom.

    "You will sleep on that mat on the floor next to my bed."

    "Yes, Master," she said.

    "I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to piss.  So..."

    "Yes, Master?" she said with a little more excitement in her voice.

    "So--when I wake up and say 'Toilet!' you will sit up immediately, lean forward, and open your mouth so that I can use you as my urinal.  "

    "Yes, Master!" she said.  

    "That way, I don't have to walk all the way out of my room to the bathroom to pee."

    "Yes, Master.  This is exactly my purpose in life."

    "For now, remove your clothes.  You will never need them again."

    "Are you going to fuck me now, Master?"

    "No.  I don't fuck toilets.  But toilets don't need to wear clothes.  So, c'mon!"

    Emdamania removed her clothes, and stood there naked in front of him.  She then lay down on the mat he placed on the floor next to his bed, pulled the thin blanked over her body, and rested her head.  

    At that, he showered and got in bed a little later. 

    Indeed, once or twice, he climbed out of bed in the darkness of the night and spoke, "Toilet!"

    Sleepily, she sat up and leaned forward, with her mouth agape.

    He stepped up to her and inserted his soft member into her oral cavity come his urinal.

    His pee flowed freely as she gulped it down.  She was still new at this, so she struggled to swallow it fast enough not to dribble on her bedding. 

    The next day, before leaving for work, he instructed her to stand in the middle of the floor in his spare room.  As she stood there, he shackled her wrists behind her back.  Then he tied a cotton rope tightly, but not too painfully, around one of her breasts.  He threaded the rope through an eye-hook screwed securely into the ceiling and into a beam above the ceiling paneling.

    Taking the free end of the rope, he tied it to her other breast.  Then he got ready and left for work. 

    The hours passed.  As long as she stood motionless, the rope didn't hurt so badly.  But it was exhausting to just stand there.  Bending her knees, even slightly, caused the rope to pull on her breasts.  Removing any of her weight off her feet would just transfer her weight to her breasts, as if she was hanging by her breasts.

    The hours dragged by so slowly as the discomfort and exhaustion increased with each passing second.  

    Finally, he arrived home from work and released her.  

    "I have something for you," he said.

    * CHAPTER 3 *
    * BY EMDAMANIA *

    She stared at the 24-ounce bottle.  It was filled to the lid with piss he had collected and saved for her during his time away from home today.  It was dark orange yellow and a little bit cloudy.  It was disgusting.  It was his piss, and she was going to have to drink it.  

    "Well!  What are you staring at?  Go on now drink it!" he gestures to the bottle of fluid, now room temperature.  

    She is reminded of the bottles she has seen on the Thruway exits of motorists who could not wait.  The thought to her is repellent.  He gives the black bulb in his hand a squeeze and the inflatable rubber dildo inside of her pussy increases in diameter.  She flinches.  

    "Drink my piss, you wretched cow!" and he pumps again.  

    "Wait!  Wait!  I'm sorry!  You're stretching me.  I can't."  This was different than from his training, still in its early stages when he would pee directly into her mouth in short measured spurts to allow her to keep up with him.  She was actually face-to-face with this cursed and paradoxical act.  Confronted with what she was doing.  He raised the bulb.

    "Ok, Ok.  Please don't stretch me anymore.  I will do it."  She lifts the bottle from the table.  Her face contorts and grimaces the bottle comes under her nose.  Usually she is spared the indignity of smelling the stuff.  Usually it passes over her tongue and straight into her belly one reluctant swallow at a time.  She takes a small mouth full.  Her chin quivers and she gags, but she swallows it.  

    "You knew you would have to do this when you agreed to come here.  Tell me you like it when I make you drink piss."  He gave the bulb another squeeze.  

    "I like it!  I like it!  Please!  Please!  Please, no more stretching!"  She took a big mouthful and swallowed very quickly, making a face like she sucked a lemon after.  She deserved this, but she was not adept enough at the task and feared what another pump might do to her already throbbing pussy.  She took the bottle in both hands and tilted in into her mouth and began gulping.  She screwed her eyes closed and curled her toes but continued to swallow.  

    He watched her throat move as her head tilted back.  When she had finished, she released a long belch unbecoming of the well-preserved, conservative, and classy woman that arrived a few short weeks ago, but suitable of the dog-fucking human toilet she was there to become.  

    "Say it!" he said, holding the bulb.  

    "I like it when you make me drink your piss.  I am a piss whore.  It turns me on to be your toilet.  This is my calling.  Thank you."

    "Do you want more?"

    Tears welled up in her eyes and her face turned red and her chin started quivering with fear again.  

    "Lay down."  He points to a low padded table.  He attaches the suction cylinders to her nipples and flicks on the machine.  The dreaded hissing sound begins again.  She is producing.  

    "There we go.  I can feel where they are swollen, full and heavier than yesterday.  We will suck them dry."  He then placed a wire metal frame over her face and dropped a large clear plastic funnel into it.  This held it upright, over her mouth.  He connected a clear plastic tube from the end of the funnel and placed the other end into her mouth.  

    "Tell me you want this."

    "Please!  I'm so full."

    "Tell me you want this!"

    "I am your urinal.  It turns me on when you piss into my mouth.  Please use me." 

    He released the valve and slid the dildo out and whistled for the dog who pranced in and immediately stuck his snout in between her legs and started licking.  Moving back to the head of the table, he unzipped and pointed his penis into the clear plastic funnel and said, "Look!  Watch it come out of me.  This is my piss.  You are my urinal.  Don't you forget it!  I want you to watch yourself drink.  Next week we start filming.'

    The dog licked, the suction hoses hissed and drew milk and he began to fill the container inches above her face directly in front of her eyes.  

    "You are a toilet.  You must get used to this."  His urine filled the funnel and her hips ground in ecstasy.  He was training any thought of normal sex out of her, and it was happening quickly.  He increased the suction as he finished pissing and sat down in a comfortable chair to watch her drink leisurely as she was milked.

    * CHAPTER 4 *
    * BY HUNGRY GUY *

    He had just taken a shit one afternoon.  

    "Emdamania!" he called out.  "Come here!"

    His slave girl came running up the stairs and into the bathroom.  "Yes, Master?"

    "I just took a shit."  He leaned over, putting his palms on the edge of the bathtub, pointing his ass at her.

    "Lick my ass clean."

    "Master!  Please!  Please don't make me do that!"

    "Do it!" he ordered. 

    "Yes, Master," she squeaked and knelt behind him.

    He felt her part his ass cheeks with her fingers.  A moment later, he felt the warm wetness of her tongue sliding up over his shitty sphincter.

    After a few seconds, when he had felt she had done a reasonable job, he said, "Good enough."  He paused for a moment and asked, "How do you like being my slave so far?  Do you wish to continue?"

    * CHAPTER 5 *
    * BY EMDAMANIA *

    Emdamania thought for a few moments, then answered,  "I think I would like to be shackled to the low bench in preparation for a more permanent station."  

    "Well..." he started to say. 

    "I have this image of me laying on my back, maybe in a bed or a low laying bench and [you] walking over to me and standing over my head from behind.  You tell me to open my mouth and when I do you point your flaccid dick into it.  I imagine your cock head being only a few inches at most away from my lips.  You can feel my breath on your cock it is so close.  Then you start pissing and my mouth fills up.  When it is full part way you tell me to hold it.  I have to breathe through my nose and I can smell the piss in my mouth.  Then you tell me to gargle and then close my mouth.  You tell me to swish it around so that I can taste it.  You call me a disgusting whore and tell me to swallow.  I do but I gag because it is so gross.  Then I lay my head back and open up my mouth again and look at you standing above me, your dick pointing at my face only inches away.  You ask me if I want more. i tell you I want to be your urinal and i want to learn to drink your piss.  I tell you I am ready for more.  Again you fill my mouth partially.  The sound of the liquid filling the hollows of my cheeks causes my pussy to drip at the thought of how nasty I am being.  You tell me to swallow.  I do.  You say, 'What do you say?'.  I tell you, 'Thank you.'  You tell me that you are turning me into a piss-drinking whore.  I smile and open my mouth and request more.  You say I am improving but that it will get worse before it gets better.  I tell you I want to suffer and be degraded."

    * CHAPTER 6 *
    * BY HUNGRY GUY *

    "Very well," he said.  "Come with me, piss whore."

    A moment later, they were standing before his "special" closet that was secured with a padlock.  With key in hand, he removed the lock and opened the door.

    "What do you see in there?" he asked, pointing into the open closet.

    "Three big trunks, leather straps, and a pile of BDSM toys.  What is that thing that looks like a metal mouth?"

    "Oh, that?  That's a mouth spreader.  Dentists use it during oral surgery."  He laughed and said, "I use it for OTHER things."

    "Oh!" she said.

    "Do you know what is in the trunks?"

    "No, Master.  What is it?"

    "Your new home!  For the rest of your life!  Help me remove the trunks." 

    Together they slid the heavy trunks out of the closet set them down.  He opened each of them, revealing their contents.  

    "Oh my god!" she gasped.  "Really fantastic!  Wow!"

    With the tools within, he assembled the device: a long padded bench with a wooden toilet at one end and assorted belts, shackles, and stockades at various locations.

    He flipped the toilet open at a horizontal seam in the wood and said, "Lie down."

    "Yes, Master." 

    She lay in the device, placing her head in the bottom half of the open toilet seat, and placing her wrists and ankles in the open stockades.  

    He closed the toilet over her head, and closed the stockades over her wrists and ankles.  Then he strapped her across her chest, stomach, thighs, and lower legs.  He attached numerous padlocks to the toilet box and stockades.

    "I know this is what I want; and it is what I deserve, but I'm a little scared, Master."

    "Well, you'll get used to it.  You had better!  You'll never be out of this thing again for the rest of your life.  From this moment on, you are a human septic system."

    The last thing he did was pick up one of two objects made from PVC drain pipe.  One was a section of pipe with a 45-degree angle piece at one end; that was for a male toilet; the angle piece went over the toilet's penis.  The other was a straight section of pipe capped at the end with a narrow oblong cut near one end of the pipe; that was for a female toilet; the oblong cut faced the toilet's vagina and clitoris.

    At that, he closed the toilet lid onto her face and left the room, closing the light and the door as he left.

    Later that night, he returned to the spare bedroom.  Opening the lid, he stood there, slid his penis out of his BVD's and pissed on her face as any male would use any toilet.  She was plunged into darkness immediately after.

    She spent a restless night.  It was uncomfortable, to say the least, to spend the night on her back, strapped and shackled in one position, with her head held rigidly in place.

    He peed once or twice during the night.   

    But when he came to her in the morning, he looked down at her and said, "Open your mouth."

    She did as instructed, and he sat on her face with his anus directly over her mouth.  He was about to give his slave her first taste of solid waste--shit.    

    He felt the pressure of his shit in his bowels--the need to have a bowel movement.  He sucked in a breath and pushed.  The feeling of his shit sliding past his sphincter always felt good.  He had to press a little stronger since he was shitting into a sealed container: her mouth.  His 200-plus pounds pressing down on her lips made for quite an airtight seal.  Even if she resisted it, his abdominal muscles were ten times stronger than her throat muscles. 

    She had been holding her breath for about 20 seconds already--an eternity for someone to hold her breath.  He knew that she was feeling abject terror at that moment.  How much longer is he going to make her hold her breath?  What if he doesn't keep count of the seconds that he sits on her face and lets the minutes go by?  She is shackled in place, completely immobile, and she will suffocate and die in only a matter of minutes!  But that is much of the thrill and the rush of being a toilet slave--to be at the complete mercy of another person of the opposite gender while they use your body as a "thing" without caring about your safety or comfort.

    Her body was now bucking wildly and straining against her shackles in futility.  In time, she'll learn that will just use her air up faster.

    She had now been holding her breath for nearly 60 seconds.  And her next breath won't be for another two minutes--at least.  He pushed another lump of shit out of his asshole into her mouth. 

    Unbeknownst to her, though, he was keeping careful watch of the seconds on his watch.  He'd never tell her this, but he cherished her, maybe even loved her, though he will use her as nothing more than a sewage system from this day forward.  He would never, under any circumstances, let any genuine harm come to her.  

    He felt his bowels empty with that last lump of shit, so he told her to lick his asshole clean before he stands.  He knew she was in agony, and would take heroic effort to do as instructed.  He was pleased when she made the effort.  He felt her tongue brush against his quivering anus in her attempt to lick it clean.

    He stood and let her let out an explosive exhale.  She lay in his contraption gasping, the scent of shit emerging from her mouth, and filling the room.  He left the room to leave her in her misery while he went downstairs to have breakfast.

    Emdamania had been his full-time toilet slave for about a week.  She had been locked in his toilet slave bed almost non-stop during that time.  Has had had nothing to eat or drink during that week except for his excrement and a daily multi-vitamin pill.  

    It had been comical the first time she puked up his shit.  During her second day of being his full-service toilet, a brown geyser shot up out of her mouth after he had taken a shit, and made a filthy mess of his toilet slave bed.  That had been the only time he had released her: so that she could wash the toilet-bed and then wash herself.   

    He came into her room one day carrying two tripods and several cameras.  He opened the toilet lid to reveal her face, grinned, and said, "It's show time!"

    "Yes, Master."

    He spent the rest of the afternoon pissing and shitting into her mouth.  With a full pot of coffee on the warmer, another on the stove, and a big glass of wine, he intended to keep her chugging.    

    Sometimes, he would stand and piss onto her like any guy would use a toilet.  Other times, he would sit on her face and slide his member into her mouth and watch his piss overflow past her lips.  

    He had had a big meal at Outback Steakhouse the night before.  A big juicy T-bone steak and steak fries always gives him the shits the following day.  

    He put _Black Sabbath_ in the CD player to set the appropriate dark and mystical mood for the movie.  Then he started all the cameras going.

    The first time he shit, he sat on her face and shit directly into her mouth like he usually does, but that doesn't show anything to the camera except to catch her chewing and swallowing a turd of shit after he had finished.  

    The next time he shit, he squatted over her face.  "Catch my shit with your mouth as it drops out of my asshole," he told her.  

    "Yes, Master," she said.

    The two cameras got a good show from that, showing lumps of shit falling from between his legs into her mouth as she chewed and swallowed the solid sewage while _Hard Road_ played in the background.

    The day continued like that until evening when he packed up his cameras and left her in the darkened room. 

    He spent the following day editing the scenes and producing a Toilet Slave movie on DVD to sell copies on e-Bay. 

    * CHAPTER 7*
    * BY EMDAMANIA *

    Saturday morning, he sits up in bed at 10 am.  Sleeping in a cage Friday evenings after sessions has become routine for her.  He wakes and stands and walks over to the cage.  He opens it and reaches in, fumbling for a fist full of her hair.  

    Dragging her out lazily, she emerges from the cage and drops to her knees, spreading them to their appropriate position, sitting up on her heels to the proper height for this Saturday morning service.  Holding a fist full of her hair with his left hand, he smacks her full on the face with his right hand with a pop.  She tilts her head back and opens her mouth.  Reaching into his boxers with his right hand still holding a fistful of her hair, he points his flaccid penis into her open mouth.  A trickle of urine soon turns to a stream as his piss noisily fills the hollows of her cheeks. He stops when her mouth is full. 

    "Swallow," he commands.  She does.  "How does that taste?" he asks. 

    "It tastes like piss," she replies. 

    "Why is that?" he says. 

    "Because it is piss." 

    "How is it?" 

    "It is very strong." 

    "Drink more."  She opens her mouth and he again fills it to capacity.  When he stops, her head is tilted back, mouth open and full.  He has her hold it a moment. 

    "Close." 

    Her mouth closes. 

    "Swallow a little." 

    She does. 

    "Gargle." 

    She does. 

    "Finish." 

    She swallows. 

    "How is it?" 

    "It's disgusting."

    "Would you like more?"

    "Yes, please."

    She again opens her mouth.  He fills it for a third time. 

    "Drink," he says.  

    She swallows. 

    "Do you enjoy being my urinal?" 

    "Yes."

    "Would you like more?"

    "Yes.  Please give me more."

    "How do you ask?"

    "It is my privilege to serve as your urinal.  Please piss in my mouth."

    "Very well. Open." 

    He places his now semi-erect penis into her mouth about half way.  Her lips close around it.

    "Are you ready?" 

    She nods and hums "Mmhmm" in agreement.  He releases the remaining contents of his bladder into her mouth.  It is a lot. Breathing through her nose she paces her breathing and swallows in time with his flow.  Although she has never refused his offerings nor spilled any, it has not been easy for her and it has taken time to get her to this point.  During training she would have signaled if she could no longer keep up and the remaining urine would have been drank from a glass they have designated as her piss glass.  (He was thinking of surprising her by giving her a new one for Christmas that says, "Slave's Urine Chalice" on it.) When he has finished, he reached down and smacks the side of her left breast. 

    "What do you say?" 

    "Thank you, sir." 

    He turns and exits the room and goes to the bathroom to shower leaving her there on the bedroom floor naked and on her knees in front of her cage at the foot of his bed with a belly full of his morning urine.  She remains there kneeling for a while, reflecting on this.  She burps a little, smiles and stands, closes the cage door and straightens his bed.

    * CHAPTER 8 *
    * BY HUNGRY GUY *

    Normally, on weekdays when he left for work, he would lock her either into her cage or into the toilet-slave bed/chair.  But being a Saturday, he had plans for the day.  

    He knew that her fetish was to be a toilet slave, and nothing else; and that pleased him.  But she had to learn that being a slave wasn't about what pleased her or satisfied her fetish--being his slave meant that she had to serve him in whatever capacity he needed.  His house needed a good cleaning, so he set her to work.  Being a guy, he didn't have some pansy-ass Hoover or Bissell; no, he had a 12HP ShopVac that would rip the curtains right off their rods in one quick suck if he wasn't careful.  So he settled down and watched the game while his slave vacuumed his house.   

    The vacuum had been silence for a while before the game was over.  The two beers he had wanted out the worst way.  

    He ambled upstairs and into his bedroom.  "Where are you, you fucking slut?" he bellowed. 

    "I'm here, Master," she spoke as she hurried into the room.  

    He slapped her across the face for making him wait.  "I have to piss, then we're going out!  Get your ass into the toilet machine, bitch!"

    She lay in the machine and he closed the toilet box over her head.  

    "Are you thirsty?" he asked.

    "Yes, Master!  I want to drink your piss."

    "Then you have better open your mouth wide and catch it."  Standing in front of the toilet, he dropped his jeans and pissed onto her face aiming for her gaping mouth, but also drenching her face and soaking her hair with his waste.

    With his bladder empty, he opened the head box and said, "Come with me."

    He opened a parcel that had come in the mail a few days before.  In it was an odd leather harness that sort-of resembled a black leather bikini with various rings and buckles hanging from it.  "Put this on."

    She did.

    He then retrieved a leather harness that he draped over her head.  He placed a metal bit in her mouth and buckled the harness tightly.

    "Now follow me."

    He walked out behind his house to a small shed.  Pulling out what looked like a rickshaw, he attached the arms to her harness and attached the reigns to the bit in her mouth.    

    He took a seat in the back of the rickshaw, grabbed the reigns, and snapped a bullwhip against her bare back, causing the rickshaw to lurch forward.    

    "C'mon, bitch!  Move it!" he called out, and whipped her again.

    He had made a decent profit from selling those scat movies with her on his porn site and wanted to treat himself to some new clothes and shit.  She pulled him down the main boulevard in a sprint.  Whenever she slowed a bit, he snapped her with the bullwhip.  The mall was about five miles away, and took them 46 minutes to get there.  At least her hair had dried and was no longer drenched in his piss. 

    When he stopped in the parking lot and he unhitched her from the rickshaw, she was panting furiously and gasping for breath.  Her back was a bloody mess from the countless lashings from the bullwhip.  In just the few seconds they were standing there in the parking lot, a small puddle of blood and sweat were pooling at her feet.  It's a wonder no cops stopped them along the way to ask what the hell was going on.

    He chained and padlocked the rickshaw to a lamp post, clipped a leash to her collar, and led her toward the mall.


    "Master!" she panted.  "I'm so thirsty!  Please give me something to drink!  I beg you!"

    "Hmmmm," he paused.  It didn't occur to him how thirsty she'd be after sprinting five miles.  

    As they entered the mall, people stopped and gawked at them.  Emdamania was still panting heavily and struggling to breathe.

    "You horrible man!" some old woman scolded them from a bench as they walked past.  

    He heard two people say to each other, "Must be some kind of publicity stunt."

    He was relieved when a passing cop stopped, looked at them for a second, then laughed.  

    He led her straight to the food court and into one of those private/handicapped restrooms where he told her to get on her knees.

    After that long ride, he needed to pee again, so he quenched her thirst from his dick.  

    Next, he led her into a video game store where he picket up the latest installment of _Half Life,_ then over to _Big and Tall_ for a pair of jeans and some new underwear.  Down at the farthest end of the lower level, there was a body modification parlor.  He led her there next and had her branded with his name, identifying her as his slave--his property.  Next, he stopped into _Radio Shack_ to puck up a USB gizmo for his computer, then he headed to the food court.

    "Are you thirsty or hungry, bitch?" he asked.

    "Yes, Master," she said, still panting slightly.  "Are you going to feed me?"

    "Yeah, I need to take a shit soon.  There's one of those private one-only handicapped bathrooms over in the corner.  So as soon as I eat, I'll be able to give you something to eat too."

    "Thank you, Master."

    He picked out a table and she set down all his packages that she had been carrying while he walked over to _Pizza Planet_ to grab a slice and a Coke.

    After finishing his slice, he led her over to the bathroom alcove.  The men's room was on the left, the women's room was on the right, and in the center was a open door into a small private bathroom with a handicapped symbol on the wall.  

    He closed the door and said, "On your knees, cow."

    She set the bundles down and kneeled before him.  He unzipped his jeans and walked up to her, sliding his cock into her mouth.  Again, he peed quickly and told her to swallow the flow.

    He pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, "Now lie on the floor."

    She obediently lay on her back on the cold tile bathroom floor.

    He dropped his jeans and underpants, stepped over her head and sat--literally sat--on her face.  No toilet seat, no nothing.  His ass was sitting on her face, bearing down with his 200+ pounds.

    He could feel her tongue licking his anus as her jaw was forced open under his full weight.  His cock quivered as his balls pressed against her eyelids.  

    He shat out several lumps over the next minute and a half, all the while she held her breath under his weight.

    Feeling done, he told her to lick his rectum clean.  She complied.   When he felt that she had done an adequate job of licking his ass clean, he stood, letting a gasp of shitty smelling breath burst from her mouth.  

    Not much longer after that, she was hitched to the rickshaw again and was sprinting back home at full speed in the late evening.  

    "C'mon, cow!" he yelled and cracked the whip, urging her into a sprint. 

    Unfortunately for Emdamania, according to his watch, it took them 53 minutes to make it back home.  

    "You fucking lazy cow!" he slapped her with the back of his hand they got back upstairs.  She was gasping for breath just as heavily as when they had arrived at the mall earlier in the day.

    She gasped out, "I'm...sorry...Master...But...what...did...I...do...wrong?"  

    "You took longer coming home, that's what!  Every time we go out, I expect you to beat your previous time!  Understand?"

    "Yes, Master!" she gasped.  "I'm sorry!" she whimpered.  "But I'm so thirsty, Master!  Please give me something to drink!"

    He paused to think.  The next time they go to the mall, he thought, he'd drink a beer or two on the way and the way back so that he'd have plenty of pee to quench her thirst with.  "Get in there!" he yelled, pointing to the toilet slave bench.

    "Yes, master!"

    "For your punishment, you'll be locked in there for two weeks continuous, living entirely off my piss and shit!"

    "Yes, master!" she said with a smile.  "Gladly!"

    * CHAPTER 9 *
    * BY CAT SLAVE *

    Hungry Guy went down to the basement where Emdamania was still locked up in living toilet machine.  He promptly sat on her face and shoving his dick into 'its' mouth and  had a lovely leak.  He got off her, she had been in the contraption for two days, he let her up, and almost smiled at her.  

    "Toilet, go make me breakfast."  

    Calling her Toilet was humiliating, but inside she knew she needed it.  She moved off to make breakfast.  If he only knew the fantasies that she had had while locked up in that machine.  She had cum twice without even touching herself, and even now thinking about it made her so hot.. She could barely stand it.

    She knelt at his feet while he ate, he held scraps down for her.  He saw her more sedate then usual, and asked her, for her thoughts.  She blushed furiously.  He could see a glint of something in the eyes of his slave.   

    "I have just had--thoughts--while being part of the toilet," Emdamania said sheepishly.

    "What thoughts are those, slave?"  

    "You once said that you would put me in there forever, do you still wish that?"  

    His hard on happened almost instantaneously.  Was this girl seriously almost asking him to become a living toilet?  He didn't even answer, he shoved her under the table and commanded.  

    "SUCK" 

    And she sucked, and he came within the minute.  Emdamania licked her lips and came out from under the table when he let her.  

    "Yes, as you have noticed, I still wish that."  He said answering the previous question.  But it just kept getting better.  

    "I .. Want to be made into a slab of cement, Master, with the only things sticking through is my face, and my breasts."  

    Master's eyes glinted in pleasure, already his brain working, he could see him taking 6 inches (15 cm or so) out of the concrete in the basement, laying the slave down there, inserting her head into the toilet and cementing her in, his feet having lovely pillows to rest on... but the slave had kept talking and he wasn't listening, he was hard again.  

    "SUCK"  

    He watched her hurry under the table cloth once more, and soon another bit of cream sperm breakfast, warm and nutritious, was in her belly.   
What he hadn't heard his slave say would haunt her for the rest of her life.  She said a week, she said she wanted to try it for a week.

    "You know if you want me to do this to you," He said, mirroring the glint in her eyes, "Your DDD breasts will be abused, and hurt, and you will suffer, a lot"  

    "Yes, I,  I accept."    

    She had to accept, her pussy was leading her now, not her common sense, another thing she would pay for 200 fold.  Hungry guy had decided he would have to try a ring gag on her, just before he put her in the hole for good, he smiled and told her to clean the house the last time while he worked down stairs.  

    It was an easy thing to make the hole or pit, he decided to throw in the toilet contraption/machine and lock her in that, seemed the easiest way to keep her positioned, while the cement fell upon her lovely body.  But there were other problems. in setting her into the ground it meant that he hand to get her ass attached to the sewer pipe some how, and he hated to sit so low on toilet, so he would have to make a new toilet seat with some sort of funnel down to her. 'its' mouth.  

    He slowly stopped thinking of her as a women anymore.  She would be two breasts and a hole to relieve himself.  The more he worked the more excited he got.  And by the second day he had created a funnel system, with special metal so nothing can get clogged up going to 'its' mouth.  The toilet was two feet higher than where her face would be, she would have to sacrifice her sight, but, it was only a toilet after all.  

    The night before he would install her he took her over the couch and shoved the biggest anal plug he could into her ass.  He smiled down to her.  The two days of cleaning had been well done.  "I'll miss you, Emdamania"  And with that he shoved the biggest ring gag he owned, into her mouth.  She never got another word out.  

    He smiled at her. " For tomorrow, dear.   Cage."   He commanded.   She obeyed.

    The next day he brought her down to the basement with a leash, when she saw the contraption, and the funnel, the whole thing, she got mildly nervous, she tried to say, one week, only one week, but Hungry Guy heard what he wanted to hear, "wow neat"   

    "Yes it is pretty impressive if I do say so myself slave, now onto the table"  

    He patted the table where he was going to insert the pcv pipe down her ass, and do other caugh.things..  He took tongs and extracted the anal plug, but not without a lot of crying and screaming from her.  She dribbled her saliva on the table.   She was already not human. can't even control her own spit.   He looked at the open ass, and smiled at her evilly.  
"I'll let that thing close just a bit before the pipe goes in"

    .  He rolled her over and decided to put on the breast rings.  The rings were 1 inch, looking very much like collars, but would make her breasts stand permanently at attention.  They had a three inch girth, that he could saw off a bit if they didn't hold the toilet's breasts up enough for his liking.  He held the two pieces of the breast rings around her breasts, and watched the colour of them change to a nice rosey pink, and then nothing after that. 
"Still circulation but, still standing tall."  He said. 
 "This will hurt a bit as he got  the soldering iron ready.  He quietly tied her down while it was heating, checking to make sure her ass is still quite open for the pcv pipe that will go way up into her system.  She looked at him in fear.  He gently cooed into her ear,  

    "You want this. your pussy needs this, and I have surprises for you that will keep you busy, don't worry dear I won't let you down."  

    After he finished tying her as tight as he could he took the opportunity to fuck her one more time, using her like a human being for the last time.  He brought his cock to her mouth when he is about to cum and slid it in the open ring, helping her to practice swallowing with an open mouth.  His eyes continue to glint, his hands seem to work without his mind as he brought the soldering iron down and started connecting the rings around her breasts, permanently.  He connects them on both side of her left breast with little burning of skin, although the singe of it was in the air.  'It' screamed through the whole thing.  Hungry guy finally put in a plug. and actually, a drain plug to shut it up.  He grasped her tits and nodded.  He did the same on the other side, and then did something quite mean, he soldered "Hungry Guy's Toilet"  on both of the breasts.  

    "I believe, toilet, that these will never ever again, look so healthy"  

    And with that he untied her rolled the toilet over and tied her back down, squishing her newly banded and branded tits in the process.  He had a hard time getting the pipe up the toilet's ass, he had nicely round the ingoing edges, but the toilet writhed in pain as he worked.  Satisfied, he saw 8 inches go up and settle.  He cooed one more into its ear,  

    "After a while, you won't even feel it"  

    To her, however 1 3/4 inch pipe it felt like the Matterhorn had just been placed in her anus.  She struggled and grunted, and salivated on his table.  Next, he starting playing with her cunt, looking for that pee hole.  Catheter and all, he started feeding the tube into her peehole.    He brought the tube and clamped it off, before she started her morning pee.  

    Well toilet, the only thing we can do now is this.  And with glamour he holds up before her a large vibrating dildo, solar panel attached to the end of a wire attached at its base.  He thrusts it into her very wet cunt, and looked at his last slave, looking now like the last component needed for his very own live toilet.  

    "After all that work, I need some lunch.  Be back later."

    With that he walked back up stairs, leaving her, dildo in pussy, starting to vibrate from the light of the small window.  Summer will be fun for it, he thought. The pcv pipe sticks out of her ass, the breasts are squished onto the table, and the ring gag makes her look like one of those permanent angels, for the Christmas tree.  He ate a baloney sandwich and wanked off to the thought of what was about to happen.  Drinking some beer he sat down for a game of football, and already missed the cum sponge around his dick.  He took great pleasure in the game, and walked back down stairs.  The toilet was panicking but it was clear that it had cum many times.  He rubbed his hands together and started untying knots.  

    As he placed her down into the pit, he noticed that her toes stuck out.  Quickly he corrected the situation by tying them off to parts of the toilet contraption.  He realized that she would have to arch her foot like a ballerina for the rest of her natural life.  Bringing up his arms he quietly starting putting the toilet's hands and feet into the pre-made stocks, using a series of padlocks, which he delighted to throw the keys out the window after he locked each one.  

    When the slave saw this she started frantically kicking.  There was a stream outside, and he should have doubles, because he would never find the keys again. he can't be throwing them out.  But, one by one, he opened the lock packages in front of her, put another piece of her anatomy into the device, locked the padlock on and threw the keys out into the rushing stream.  She screamed in fear she shook her head at him, she tried to talk.  
 
    "oahhha  ieerrr hahasssa!!"

    Well hungry guy knew this reaction well, second thoughts and all that, but it was his duty to see it through on her behalf.  He cooed at her again. 

    "shhh it is what you want..  "  

     He locked down her pcv tube connecting her to the septic system, then unclamped her catheter, listening as it indeed flowed properly down to the pipes below.  She was frantic by now.  He had to calm her a bit more.  He took a strap and strapped her head down hard so it couldn't move, then again on her neck.  With all of her strapped down he couldn't help but move his hands over it, the warm humming of the dildo, the eyes that soon would never see again.  

    "It is a wonderful gift you have given me, Esmeralde"
 he looked at her as a human for the last time.  
"Thank you."
   With that he lowered the funnel contraption, that attached atop the toilet, it stuck in the toilet's mouth 1 inch, and he made sure her tongue was free to move around, as it is the only thing that she would be able to use to mush up the shit with.  He hoped for her sake that no one would lay a really hard pellet in her, or she would be sucking it for days.  

    He stuck two tubes into her nose and pushed them down her throat.  She tried to fight him at first, but as soon as she breathed in, he plunged them both down.  Now she would never drown in shit he thought amused.  He hooked the tubes through the top of the funnel and covered her mouth to make sure they worked.  At first she looked like she wouldn't pull a breath, but her body took over and he could hear the air pass by.  

    He almost felt cruel as he started to epoxy the toilet's mouth to the funnel, she was putting up such a fuss.  She had agreed to this, not that she has much of a choice as a slave anyways.  Her toes might hurt her he thought, maybe that is why she is screaming her fool head of.  Well the toilet will have to get use to that, he won't be having toes sticking out of the cement, ruining his job.  He held her even more still than the straps around her head as the epoxy set, and then used crazy glue and a wee bit of cement to ensure no leakage.  It all had to go down that mouth, he didn't want to open this thing back up again.  He epoxied over all of that once more, tightening the straps around its head to ensure no movement, then, he backed away from his handwork. 

     Slowly, he starting putting up the slats around the toilet that would hide her head, and make her blind.  What she was thinking at that moment as she heard the nails sealing her in, he would never know.  He drilled two holes for her nose tubes at the back.  Then drilled in the seat and looked down.  The beer needed someplace to go, and the toilet had to practice swallowing with it's mouth open.  He ripped down his pants and pissed with joy watching it flow down into the funnel, her tongue waggling all the while.  

    "Drink it toilet.  Don't resist."  

    He watched with interest as she started to breath through her nose, trying to get the stuff out of her mouth.  He just shook his head and continued to watch.   first a few bubbles then a few more.  

    "If you don't want to drown you'll have to learn how to do that a lot faster, toilet"  

    He turned away from her bound pit form and retrieved two clover clamps.  Without much mercy he clamped both nipples and with a string around a rafter lifted the two bulbs up until they were high into the sky.  He could hear her suffering and moaning, knowing that she wanted this suffering, he wanked one more time, giving her lunch, he came into the toilet and washed it down with water, feeling generous.  After all, it's breasts looked magnificently proud hung up like that, the shining rings around their bases..  and he had made the pit exactly the size needed for the suckers to stand up properly.  He might move his bed down here, if only to have warm flesh to put his feet on in the morning.  

    He mixed the cement whistling.  Her screams had gone down into moans, perhaps she was accepting her fate.  But that wasn't to be, the very first shovel of cement the screams started again.  He had to plug her up again, before he continued.  He shoveled over her legs and torso before getting the dowel to make the work look professional.  He continued then with the upper body until the neck.  He doweled his work carefully, making sure the breasts were proud and the ring stopped any rubbing to occur between her skin and the cement.  Didn't want the toilet to get a rash.  

    He stepped back, and smiled.  Her wish had come true, she was implanted in the walls, well floor of his house, and maybe in a year he would do some tiling.  He went upstairs then to relax, and decided tomorrow he would put away all the tools.  

    Inside her toilet prison, Emdamania was crying.  Sobbing in fact!  She could feel the cement harden around her toes so curved by that stupid string that there was cramp upon cramp.  But that was not like the pain that her nipples suffered now.  He had kept them up to let the cement set, but every heart beat was like a new level of pulsing pain.  The dildo kept her so wet, but with all the counter pain there was no organism.  She can barely swallow with her mouth open and aching like this.  She was miserable.  In the middle of the night, however, was when the real horror began.  

    Hungry guy took a long wonderful shit.  She had a piece of poo in her mouth.  He, being the ever generous guy he was, coached her.  After taking off the nipple clamps, the cement needing only a few more hours to set and harden.  

    "Now, Toilet, you can't use your teeth, so your saliva and tongue have to do all the work.  You will come to love shit after a while I am sure.  I would start disintegrating that pellet right away, if I ever come back and see shit left, I will have to hurt you, to teach you a lesson.  I can't have a backed up toilet now can I? 

    No matter how much she moved her tongue around she couldn't stand touching it, she couldn't stand trying.  After awhile she gave up.  After awhile she just cried.  In the morning, Hungry guy saw the half dissolved pellet still in its mouth.  

    "I warned you"   

    He took out a large needle and skewered one of her breasts with it.  

    "Start swallowing that turd, toilet"  

    He loved the grunt he received.   With skewered breast he sat on the toilet seat and pissed, his feet on the breast meat before him. 

    The piss must have helped Toilet out because when he looked again, the pellet was gone, and the tongue was waggling.  He took the needle out and moved the breasts around with his toes, grabbing the nipples.  

    "I have to get to work toilet, Ill put your solar panel for your dildo on the window sill."

    One Year later

    True to his word, the Toilet's breasts were always a colour of black or blue.  By this time they had been tied up and fucked, used as a pillow, skewered a hundred different ways, stepped on, clamped, and in a thousand ways hurt.  The first few months she cramped all the time, but after a while she couldn't feel anything besides her breasts and her pussy, both of which made her organism every day many times a day depending in what state she was left before Hungry guy went to work.  

    He rarely talked to her anymore, in fact he really didn't recognize her as human anymore, but really just part of the furniture, but when a year was up he had to ask, for his own conscience.  

    "Toilet I want you to grunt if you would like out of there."  

    The Toilet thought about it for a while, her mind hazy with cumming.  But she didn't grunt.  Then she heard the other question.  

    "Toilet Grunt if you want to stay?"  

    She grunted without thinking about it.  It was the last time he ever talked to her, he tiled the next day, a nice peach, all the way around her breasts, making the black and blue ever so much nicer, and the rest of the floor.  He gave her shots through her breasts to keep the toilet running well, and even now, she is still there, swallowing shit and cumming all day long, although she always knew when it was summer.

    * END * 



