                  An Ocean of Misery

         Chapter Four begins below the story introduction

This is a femdom story with parts written from both male and female point 
of view. Some scenes are graphic and depict torture including scatology.

A judge has beautiful twin daughters. He adores them and will do anything
for them. What they desire most is having a full service slave for their
ocean cruise they take every summer. The slaves in the past have not
enjoyed their cruise and the yacht has docked at summer's end with one less
passenger than when they departed. This slave may be different. The twins 
discover his usefulness before the end of their senior year of high school.  
Joe becomes a part of The Lady Dragon Fires basketball team. His cleaning 
skills are enjoyed by the team. Joe is enjoyed even more by the twins.
Will Joe make this summer cruise,..... will he return? 
  
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                    Chapter Four

                Through the Eyes of Joe

I have always had problems with school work. I am not
stupid. Books are not my thing. My parents sent me to 
a private school until they died of a drug overdose.
I became a ward of the state. My parent always said we 
had money if we did I sure could not find any of it.
Maybe it was stolen. Anyway I was seventeen. I was 
placed in a foster home and enrolled in high school.
They gave me some test and put me in as a freshman.
Seventeen and a freshman! I bounced from foster
home to foster home four times. I ended up in a small
high school. But I was at last a senior with only 
one-half year to go and with new foster parents. Boy 
that is a misnomer. Parents! What a laugh. I finally 
got this judge who seemed especially interested in me. 
He said although I had been in some minor scrapes with 
the law, he could help me if I really wanted it. He 
thought one of my problems was I had always been in a 
large school and remained lost in the shuffle. He said
he lived in a town where he thought I woud get the kind 
of attention I needed to be a success in life. He said 
he knew the foster parents very well also.

As foster parents go, the Wojohowski's were alright. 
They had no other kids. They were older, more like 
grandparents without much caring. They were alright 
though. I am not complaining about them. They spoke 
very highly of Judge Abreu. They refered to him as, 
"His honor", and said I should too, out of respect. I 
did. That pleased them and it was a little thing.

The first day at the new school I got flattened. Bowled
over like a bowling pin. By a girl too. Then she stepped
on my hand. If that was not enough, she turned, bounced
or something. It hurt like hell. I know I seen a sneer
on her face before she said she was sorry. I never believed
she was. I later found out she was not at all sorry. She
was a twin too. I could not tell them apart. They were
as identical as any two things could be. Beautiful hardly
describes them. Goddesses fit them better. They thought
they were Goddesses too. Right from the start they had me
carrying books, food trays, emptying food trays for them
and their friends. It did not take long for them to
enslave me either. Now I did not object. I have never
seen such beauty. I was gladly doing things for them so 
I could be near them. The things they had me doing was 
nothing compared to the pleasure of being near them.
I do not know how they got me the assistant manager 
position. They had something to do with that. They had
to. How else would Coach Hughes have known me. Even if
she had known me, how would she have known I was interested
in the position. Hey it was a lot of work. It started when
I washed some uniforms for the twins and some of their
team mates. Presto, I got to be assistant manager. I was
placed in charge of washing all ot the girls uniforms.
I loved that. There is nothing like the scent of a
girls sweaty uniform. I especially like the shorts. When
Coach Hughes seen what a fine job I did with the uniforms
she asked me if I would like to keep the locker room, showers,
and toilets clean. She said the janitor just did not do the
cleaning to her satisfaction. I jumped at that opportunity!
So my duties were instantly expanded to cleaning the girls area
of the gym. I could not go in until the girls had finished
with the facilities. I will always remember the first time.
I was so anxious to go in the room where all of these girls
had been. Just to see their showers and toilets was a thrill.
I had an instant hard on when I walked in the place. The scent
was so wonderful. many scents intermingled with each other.
I could even smell various perfumes. I had all of the girls 
uniform numbers on their roster plus I had memorized the 
prettest ones. So I knew which uniform belonged to which 
girl. I went through them until I found Sara's and Kara's.
I place both shorts to my face and inhaled deeply. Pure 
heaven. I knew I had to have a lot more from these Goddesses.
I remembered the panties they left for me in their car. I 
kept them. I did not mean it as stealing. I needed them to bury
my face in everynight. I had never had anything so sweet.

I had stayed with foster parents that had two daughters once.
That was the home before the one I have now. I got their
panties every chance I got. I would mouth wash them too.
They were not anything like Sara and Kara Abreu. They looked
alright, average plus. They were thirteen and fifteen. Marisa,
the thirteen year old had almost no figure. Misha did not
have any tits but her ass was pretty good. Anyway, I got caught.
Their mom caught me and I was moved out. I tried to explain
how I thought her daughters were special. She never stopped 
yelling until the state people from family services came for 
me. I was sure lucky I got sent before Judge Abreu. Their mom 
wanted me sent away to the, "Big house" she called it.

Back to the gym. I kept the shorts to my face as I looked in 
the toilet stalls. There was piss in all of them. None were 
flushed. One had shit in it. I had no way of knowing which of 
these lovely creatures it came from so I pretended it came from
both Sara and Kara. I knelt down in from of the commode,
pretending the Goddesses were commanding me to. I placed my 
head in the stool and inhaled. The scent was not strong 
enough. I put my hand in the water. Taking hold of a turd,
I lifted it clear of the water. Ohhhh the scent was devinely
awful. I placed the turd to my lips, pretending the Goddesses
were ordering me to, I kissed it. The scent was so bad. I
could hear them laughing and ordering me to take a bite.
I slowly opened my mouth. I placed my mouth over a portion 
of the turd. I could not close my mouth. I tried, it was to
awful. I could not do it. Doubts entered my mind. It was
not really Sara's or Kara's. If I knew it was, I would eat
every bit in the stool. I did not know, could not know.
I dropped the turd back in the commode. It made a, plop,
as it hit the water and quickly sank to the bottom. I
scurried over to the sink and washed my hands with soap.
I washed my lips too. I looked in the mirror. There was 
brown on my nose. I used soap on it to. 

I went to work and cleaned the facility. I had it spotless.
I gathered up the girls uniforms and took them home with
me. My foster parents had told me I could wash the uniforms.
They knew I would be late getting home on game nights. There
was a lot to do if it was done right. I felt very priviledged
to be trusted with such an important task.

The next morning I was called out to Coach Hughes' office in
the gym. She was very pleased. She said after seeing what a 
great job I did she knew she could trust me to be sure all of 
the girls uniforms were cleaned, pressed, and look outstanding
for all of the games. She was putting me in charge of 
ascertaining the correct uniforms were on the bus for away 
games and in the locker for home games. She would not have
to be concerned with that and neither would the girls. She
and the girls had a state championship to win. I was now a
part of that team. I was so proud. She even took me back
in the locker area and pointed with pride at the girls
uniforms, each hanging in the correct locker. The lockers 
were spotless as was everything else. I had come to the gym 
at four that morning and put the finishing touches on 
everything. I was glad I did. That is why I was being trusted
with such an important position. The news of how the uniforms 
and the girls facilities looked spread quickly. Before noon
all of the girls had been to the gym and saw their area.
I was a hero to them. Several told me they would have a 
surprise for me. They would not tell me what it was. They
had a home game tonight. I would learn what it was then.

I could not wait until the end of the game. I was so anxious
to see the surprise the girls had for me. They sure looked
great. Their uniforms were so nice. The won the game big time
too. They were all happy and laughing. I waited until all of 
them were through. I watched as they came out of the locker
room a few at a time. They laughed as they left. Some looked
back at me and smiled, some giggled as they smiled. Some
whispered to a team mate, looked at me and giggled some more.
I could tell they were talking about me. Probably discussing
what a great service I was doing for them. I knew they 
appreciated me. I watched them leave and though they looked
so good. Most of the JV girls had decent asses. Some had
great asses. I loved looking at girl's asses.

The twins came out last. They never got in a hurry except
when they were on the court. They were explosive then. They
told me their lair was empty. They often referred to it as
The lady Dragon Fire's Lair.

I entered, empty it was not, there were uniforms scattered 
everwhere. Could it be! It was, panties! The girls had left 
me the panties they were wearing during the game! That
was their surprise for me. That was so sweet! Do you see
why I enjoy being assistant manager so much? Twenty-two
uniforms complete with panties. These little angels had 
left their panties for me! I was in heaven. I could get the 
uniforms cleaned tomorrow night. These panties required 
special attention. I gathered all of them up and stacked 
them in order according to their uniform number. I already 
knew I would mouth wash everyone of them. This was the true 
definition of heaven. All those panties. I gathered up
all of their uniforms and panties, put them on a bench
and started cleaning the facility. It was about 10:00 PM
now.  It would be after midnight when I was through cleaning.
These dolls deserved the best. Even though some of them
were not very pretty. they were girls. That made them
special. I could not resist licking each of the toilet
seats. There had been Lady Dragon Fire Asses on those seats!
I know their urine settles more to the bottom. Maybe I will
bring a straw tomorrow evening and take a few sips from the 
bottom of each toilet. It was a little after 1:00 AM when
I finished cleaning.  I would have finished sooner but I
stopped twice to jack off. As soon as I got home I was
going to eat Sara's panties and inhale Kara's. I knew
I was the world's luckiest guy.

Coach Hughes had been nice enough to supply me with a 
duffel bag to put the clothing in. I lovingly folded the
uniforms and stacked them in the bag so as to maintain the 
correct uniform number order for the panties. I wanted
to know which girl's panties I had in my mouth or under
my nose. All would be cleaned of course. After I had mouth 
washed all of them I would hand wash them. Iron the ones 
that needed ironing and bring all of them back to school.
I would put each girls panties in her locker all nice fresh
and clean for her sweet little pussy and ass. 

I would look forward to cleaning all ot them again. Being
assistant manager had its rewards. Coach Hughes had already 
told me if I did a good job I would get to wash their practice 
uniforms too. They practiced everyday. If the girls would leave 
me their panties every day I could mouth wash twenty-two panties 
a day! It would not be long until I would have the strongest 
tongue in the whole world!

After practice I entered the Lair. Practice uniforms everwhere.
It was more of a mess than before. It even looked like the
girls were making an effort to make a mess. Someone had even
dumped a notebook. You know, the three ringer binder type.
Just held it up and swung it around. There was paper scattered
over a hugh area. I looked at some of the pages. It was Donna's.
The pages had some class notes, mainly just drawings, 
scribblings about her and Jake Myers, her boyfriend. There was
also a crumpled photo. I looked at it. It was one of her and 
Jake. Written on the back was, "Jake & Donna 4 ever". I suppose
some forevers last longer than others.
I gathered all of the uniforms, folded them, and placed them
on a bench in order by number. Not only did I have twenty-two 
panties, I had twenty-two bras, almost all were sport type, and
44 socks. Most of these had a stronger odor than the panties!
Girls feet stink! I took a few minutes and layed down on 
the uniforms. I put a pair of Sara's panties to my mouth and 
Kara's socks under my nose. I put my hand over my genital area.
I was hunching my hand, licking Sara's panties, and inhaling
Kara's socks. I heard footsteps, Omg, I heard foot steps.
I looked up just in time to hear Kara say.

"Hi, Joe, having fun with those.  Here I forgot to leave these 
for you." 

She tossed her panties at me, they landed right on my face. She
was laughing all the way out of the Lair. I was suspended in
time. I could not move, I could not speak. I lay there for 
awhile, her panties were still on my face. After time, I do not 
know how long, I could smell the aroma of her pussy. The crotch
had landed as square on my nose as if she had carefully placed 
them there. What was I going to do. I would lose my assistant
manager's job for sure. Coach Hughes was not going to let a
pervert be around all of these girls. I was still laying there
when the door opened and Coach Hughes walked in. I bounced up.
Sara's and Kara's panties hit the floor. Kara's socks landed 
nearby too. I tried to speak. I only stuttered.

"Joe, what in heavens name are you doing with my basketball 
girls clothing. Joe, it looked to be like you were having
perverted fantasies. You are not one of them perverts I have
read about are you? Well Joe, are you?"

I tried to speak. My mouth would open but no words would 
come out. I couldn't even stutter. After beating the air 
with my jaws for forever, a grunt came forth.

"Joe, I do not know how to punish you. But I will try, you
have to be reprimanded for this discretion you know. Get down 
on your knees."

As I was stumbling to comply she walked a few steps back to 
the door and locked it from the inside with her key. No one 
with out a key could enter.

"Joe, that looked perverted to me. In fact, I know it was. It
does appear to be harmless though. You are doing a great job
here. The Lair or the uniforms have never looked better. I
can not allow this though. How old are you Joe?"

"I am 20, be 21 as soon as school is out, I managed to say."

She reached for one of the sports bras. Camile's. Camile 
had little need for one. I doubt if she had A's! She was
very cute, had a little well formed ass, and so sweet.

"Put this over your eyes Joe," she said as she handed the
bra to me."

I looked at her. I did not know what to say or expect. I 
could not talk anyway. I stretch the garment over my head.
I could see nothing. I knew what Coach Hughes looked like
though. She was near forty. She had defined curves, but
she was HUGE. We are talking Amazon. I heard the unmistakable
rustling sound of clothing. I knew in my heart what was coming,
I just could not believe it. I could believe it as soon as
the smell hit me. a lot stronger than the girls panties. A lot!
She said nothing just pushed her hairy pussy in my face. I
knew what I had to do though. With lot of effort my mouth
opened and my tongue came in contact with a pussy that I
could have crawled back into a few years ago. I heard her
moan a litle and felt her hands, larger than mine, on the 
back of my head pulling me tightly against her. I licked 
her again and and was greeted with several hairs. I started
to try to get them out, or at least to one side of my mouth.

"Don't mind those, Joe, you will have a mouthful of them 
anyway. If you have any thoughts about keeping your assistant 
managers position you had better give me really good head.
Damn, you have never ate pussy, I should have known when I 
seen your face buried in those little panties. Well you are 
eating this one!"

She was hunching my face, I was moving my tongue in and out.
Cum started entering my mouth. I tried to back away. I could 
not. She had a death grip on my head and was moaning loudly.
Her rythym increased. She was slamming into my face. I had
to swallow that gooey stuff or drown. The scent over powered 
me. Surely the girls pussy did not stink this much. Her
body shuddered, she gripped me harder. I thought my neck would
break. She moaned louder and sounded like a yes, yes, yes.

"Lick and swallow, Joe."

I did. That was the first time I had actually ate a woman's 
pussy. My mouth was gooey, my tongue was gooey, even my throat 
felt like it had goo clinging everwhere.

"I can tell you now, Joe. If you ever plan to eat one of those 
girls you had better get a lot better at eating pussy. If you
don't, it will be one time per girl. Maybe not that many, they 
will tell each other what lousy head you give.They have 
boyfriends that do a lot better job, you can count on that. My 
girls are the most popular in school. I want you to be liked, 
Joe. I am going to help you. You ever mentioned it though and 
I will squash you like a bug. I can do it to. Do you believe? 
Well?"

"Yes Coach Hughes, thank you." I said. I really meant it too.
The smell was strong. Her cum was not that bad though. I was 
still licking and continuing to swallow. I was still getting
cum.

"That is enough Joe. One more thing. Women like for a man to
show he cares for them after he has eaten them out. Lick this
too."

She pulled away from me for a couple seconds and I smelled
shit as she backed her ass back against my face. 

"Open your mouth and lick out my ass hole. Lick it like you 
love it. While you are eating out their ass sometimes they
will cut the cheese. Don't you dare stop licking when that 
happens. If your arms are around them you squeeze harder,
inhale, hold it as long as you can but never stop licking.
If your arms are not around them you put your arms around 
them. When the scent is all gone you thank them for the 
breath of high quality air, kiss their rose bud lovingly, 
then return again to licking and sucking on their ass. 
Got it"

"Yes Coach Hughes," I answered with only a slight pause 
from licking.

"Good," she said as she cut the one of hte stinkingest farts
I had ever smelled. I gagged and started coughing. She 
turned around, grabbed me lifted me clear of the floor and 
started shaking me violently.

"That is not what I told you ass hole. I am insulted!
Now get back to my ass and worship it, really worship it.
Have you ever worshiped an ass before? No I guess not." 
she said as she slammed me to the floor.

"No, coach," I answered when I could breath again. Her
ass was back to my face.

"I am giving you another chance just because I value
your labor. Don't ever insult me or one of my Lady Dragon 
Fires like that, EVER."

"Yes coach, I answered as I continued to lick out her 
stinky ass.

"That is enough for now, get this place cleaned up.
Looks like the ladies mean for you to do a lot of 
cleaning for them. Do it, and do it good. Oh yeah,
Joe, here is the lock combination. Be sure you yell
loudly before entering. The girls do not always flip the
lock."

I heard her walking away. Before I got Camile's sport
bra off my eyes she was gone. I got lots of practice 
eating pussy. Coach Hughes believed in practice. She 
loved teaching me. She managed to visit me to check on 
my cleaning about every day. 

I cleaned the place spotless as was becoming my trademark 
and left there about eleven with a load of laundry.
 


                       