Author: Hungry Guy
Title: THE REPLACEMENT 
Universe: Mindy
Summary: After I posted this story, it almost became true: a woman sent me her photo and asked me to do this to her--forever--just like in the story.  If I had a house with a basement, I would have, too! 
Keywords: MF M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub nc oral scat copr snuff stroke caution almost-true
Language: english

THE REPLACEMENT 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    He quickly showered and dressed for work.  But before leaving, he walked downstairs to his basement and approached a door.  He removed two padlocks from the door, one a key lock, and one a combination lock, and turned the light on to reveal the dusty, cobweb-encrusted room.  He approached the toilet slave lying on a low bench.  The sewer pipe from his toilet came down from the ceiling, narrowed to a smaller diameter pipe that was inserted into her mouth, which was held in place by a large-diameter hose clamp over a tab attached to the flange over her mouth and then around her head.  Her body was pale yellow and he muttered to himself, "She's dead, Jim," when he felt her cold flesh with the palm of his hand.  He giggled when he saw how her finger- and toenails had grown in long coils in the years that she had been at his service.  He then noticed that the shackle on one of her feet had broken and she had tangled and crimped the catheter around that foot, preventing her from being able to pee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Kyle spent the rest of the evening cleaning that basement room.  He dusted everything and vacuumed the floor, then washed the tables and equipment until the room looked like new. 

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

    She said, "Yes!  Kyle?" 

    He answered, "Yes!  Hop in!"  

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

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

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

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

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

    "Sure thing!" he said with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Yeah, I want that!" she said.

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

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

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

    "Sure," he answered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Really, Master?  Thank you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Oww!" she whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

    "Good morning!" she answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Knowing that the human digestive tract is not too efficient and that human waste actually contains quite a bit of nutrients, Kyle knew that a toilet slave could survive indefinitely on human waste barring any medical conditions that come up.   

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

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

    - END -
