Author: Hungry Guy
Title:  ETERNAL TOILET SLAVE
Summary: Unemployed and down on his luck, Jeremy gets picked up by a sexy Goth chick in a bar and goes home with her. The next morning, she asks him to be a toilet slave for her and all her housemates. He agrees! Only problem is...he doesn't have a clue what a toilet slave is! 
Keywords: Mpov (MF rom cons rough oral anal ws sex) (FFFFF/M Fdom Msub bond nc oral ws scat anal creampie nosex) (FF rom oral les cons) (FF/M Fdom Msub nc les bi anal tort viol sad cbt cannib caution nosex) (MF magic mast solo)
Language: english

ETERNAL TOILET SLAVE 
By: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

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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 *
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    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 *
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    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 *
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    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.  


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    * CHAPTER 11: SIX MONTHS *
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    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._ 


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    * CHAPTER 12: 20 YEARS, MORE OR LESS     *
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    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 *



