                 An Ocean of Misery

                    Chapter Two

I lay in bed thinking of all the things I wanted to do to Joe.
Believe me there are a lot!  My standing on his hand was 
nothing.  Just a little treat of things to come.  He did not
know that.  If he had, he would have run for the hills, I think.
One can never be certain where men are concerned.  Some have
this, I want to worship a Goddess, complex.  I know Joe has
it, evidenced by his head in the toilet, among other totally 
reprehensible acts he has committed.  I do not know how 
ingrained in his psyche it is. The guy is not sane! Who cares 
though.  We will use him up and discard him like the nothing 
he is.  He will have his summer on the open seas, then it is, 
goodby Joe. 

We boarded the bus and left for the state final four.  It was
great.  The whole school let out.  Many saw us off.  Some 
followed us and many others made their own way to the capitol 
city just to watch us win the state championship.  We won third
last year without a senior on the squad.  Kara and I have 
improved a lot. A couple others have improved greatly.  Donna
is a lot stronger.  We are going to kill them just like we have 
killed everyone all year. This year, we have our own private 
slave.  Even Coach Hughes refers to Joe as being our slave
when it is just us girls around. I do not know why we don't
just say it out loud to the whole school.  All the students
know it.  I can not believe that nosey old maid English. 
She tried to warn Joe about Kara and I.  He told her to bug 
off. Joe is almost twenty-one! He knows what he wants. He is
having the time of his life.  He is the only male on this bus!
Even the bus driver is female.  

The state capitol is almost four hours away. We stopped at a 
McDonalds for lunch. We gave Coach Hughes our orders.  She 
turned them in and paid for them.  Joe had a copy of our orders.  
He brought our food to us.  He also got refills for us.  I 
think he was disappointed because he could not clean the toilet 
after all of us used it! I think he is in to cleaning women's 
toilets!

We won our first game that night. I had eight assist.  One down 
and one to go. When we got back to the rooms we celebrated a little.  
Coach Hughes had got a separate room for Joe. About 10:00, I 
looked at Kara, she looked at me.  I think we got the same idea 
at the same time.  We do that a lot.  We sneaked out and went to 
Joe's room.  I knocked on his door.  No answer.  I knocked
louder.  I heard a voice say. "Who is it?"

"Sara and Kara, let us in."  That did not take long.  The door
opened and there stood a very surprised Joe.

Kara asked him, "Joe have you ever hooked up with a girl?"
Both of us pushed him aside and went in.  We were horny and
Joe spelled relief.  We had a big game tomorrow night and
We were going to get ate out just a little tonight. We had
big plans for Joe tomorrow night.  We would celebrate.  Joe
would be the entertainment.

"No, but I want to," Joe said.

I like honesty.  It is especially desirable in a nobody,... to
a point.

"I will put this on you." I told him as I pulled a scarf I tied 
in my hair for practice.  I put in around his head blindfolding 
him.  He complained but I told him he could not see us naked 
until we were ready for him to. It was a priviledge he would 
have to earn.  At a high price too. We were modest, and proper 
young ladies.  He was about to be rewarded for all the thoughtful 
things he had done for the Lady Dragon Fires.

We quickly undressed. Both of us laid on the bed side by side.  
Our asses rested on pillows.  We had Joe on his knees.  He looked 
so useful in that position. Kara slid down the bed and placed her 
legs over Joe's shoulders.  We had to instruct him on how to do
so much.  It subtracted from our pleasure a lot.  He was better
with me but he had a lot to learn about cunninlingus.  I thought
about just using him for a toilet.  I do not think he will ever
be any good at eating pussy.  His tongue is to short and will
not roll. We will certainly have all the skin cut from under his 
tongue.  If he swallows his tongue and chokes to death we will
spend the summer without a summer boy.  I know that may sound like
a cruel thought by me. Ask me if I care.  Kara and I so deserved
a guy to use and abuse for our pleasure on our cruises. We must 
have more tongue than he can give now. He is so limited.  

This use of Joe will removes all of the stress of school and 
the big game tomorrow night.  Just thinking of some of the things 
I will do to this pathetic excuse for a human is making me cum 
more than his mouth and tongue are capable of enducing.  If I 
could just sink my nails and teeth in him.  I would love to put 
my feet in his stomach and push as hard as I could to feel his 
shin cut in the path of my toe nails.  I would like to tell him 
to raise his head then backhand him as hard as I could with all 
my rings on my fingers.  Seeing the tears flow from his eyes 
would make my orgasm more intense.  Then I would place my pussy 
over his eyes, make him open his eyes to receive my hot cum.  
Grab his cock and pull it off if he did not leave his eyes open 
and permit my heavenly jucies access to all of his eye.  After 
it is there for awhile I would piss in his eyes to wash out the 
cum.  Joe will receive that and a whole lot more this summer, 
including the pubic hair treatment. Ohhh, he is doing much better 
now.  He has found my clit and is licking it very fast.  

"Joe, that is sooo good." I moaned as I reached orgasm in his mouth,
I squeezed his ugly face so hard.  I wish he could see the look of 
my superiorty as I moved my thighes on his face.  I could resist
no longer, even though I knew it would leave marks on him. My nails 
went to his back and I raked up hard.  My nails are short but very 
strong. He would have marks there for a long time.  I gave one last 
moan and released his face.  He was gasping for breath.  I almost
suffocated the worthless shit face. While he was gasping for air
Kara squatted above his face and cut the cheese.  Boy did that stink.  
You should have heard him cough and splutter as the methane gas 
entered his lungs. Both of us laughted at him.  The ass hole did not 
even protest. Plus the bulge in his pants grew.  See, I said he had
masturbated so much in our gym toilet that every time he smelled shit 
he got a hard on!

"Come here," I told him as I grabbed his hand.

"Don't touch that blindfold panty eater!"  Kara told him as we
led him to the bathroom.  We started removing his clothes.  He
said a few protest words, but not very strongly.  Maybe the stupid
ass hole thinks we were going to fuck him.  We are, but not like 
he thinks.
"Get in the tub and lay face down.  Your back is cut pretty deep 
and we know just what it needs. If you move, you will get no more
of our panties, none of the other team members panties either."
Kara told him.

I chided in with, "I won't leave you anything in stall number three 
either.  I know how you enjoyed that little gift from me."  

He started to speak.

"Don't bother with any explanations, we have it all on video, we 
know everything." Kara said laughing. "If you move or remove Sara's
scarf before we leave we will show everyone in school our toilet 
stall number three movie staring, Shit Face Joe.

That was just to funny. I could hardly clime up on the edge of
the bathtub.  I got a foot on either side of the bathtub.  I cut
lose and pissed all over his back.  Piss is good for a wound you 
know.  He protested a little but Kara was watching his mouth.
As my piss ran off of him into the drain his tongue was out licking
it.  This guy wants to drink my piss.  Well, he will get to, in 
spades!

When I finished pissing on the twerp Kara did the same thing.  She
was right.  He began lapping her piss as soon as it ran off of his 
back and got near his mouth.  He is so sick.  This guy is weird with 
a capital W! 

We put our clothes on and left. Neither of us said anything to him.
Who wants to talk to a sicko. I bet he sucks on my scarf which became
saturated with our pee.  He probably licked the tub clean after we 
left. I am beginning to think he is to sick to be our summer boy.
I mentioned my thoughts to Kara.  She laughted and said.

"Don't be silly, Sara.  He is exactly what we want.  He will do all
that sick stuff willingly from the beginning. I bet he would serve
us any way we wanted right now."

I doubt that, she was just making a point about how good he would be 
this summer.  If I did to him now what I will do this summer he would
run, parole or no. He is crazy, worthless, and weird but he is not
stupid.  He has a life preservation wish that all people are born
with.  He does not want to commit sideways! When we are almost 
through with him, well.....that is different.  

I slept beautifully. Kara said she did too. I needed what Joe provided.  
I wish all the girls could have used the, "Joe Stress Reliever"! 

There is a lot of pressure playing for a state championship. Joe 
certainly relieved a lot of stress for us last night.  It cost him 
nothing. We do not think less of him, how could we? We already knew he 
was the lowest thing on earth.  We enjoyed using him though.

At breakfast we met Coach Hughes. She told us she knew we visited
Joe's room for a little while.  She told us we were eighteen and
adults.  She hoped we did nothing foolish.  I told her what we did
she sounded amazed at first.  But maybe she was amazed that we would
do that to him.  She smiled with a forlorn look, then said.

"You ladies are smarter than I gave you credit for. Maybe after 
school is out I will teach him a few things about serving women."

We were surprised at that. But if one gives it thought, she has 
to have femdom tendencies to accept Joe as a locker slave for all 
of us girls.  She encouraged him to be our, "assistant manager".
Call it what you want, Joe was our slave.  She encouraged all of 
the girls to allow Joe to be our slave. Everyone showed him less
respect as the season progressed. He was eating all of our panties.
Everyone knew that. We never mentioned that to Coach Hughes but
she had to know.  Why would we start leaving our panties and socks
behind with our uniforms? Surely she caught him doing weird stuff
with our panties and socks. She had more access to the room than 
any of us. Well, maybe not more, but as much.  She was in there a 
lot too, like any good coach. She is an excellent coach. She knew 
what was going on about everything else, so she had to know, she 
just had to.  I bet next years team gets an, "assistant manager", 
early in the year! I will have to tell dad to keep an eye out for 
slave material, he did so good on this one.

We lost the championship game. I went down with a severely
sprained ankle in the first minute. Joe was the first one on the 
court.  His eyes held as many tears as mine.  The trainer knew
instantly my season was over.  Joe helped me off the court.  I
let him.  He was so upset.  He attended me in everyway.  Well
everyway allowable on the court in public.  I could have certainly
used a pee toilet.  I needed to go badly after being hurt so much.
I let him carry me to the locker room.  He could not go inside.  
The trainer helped me, female of course.

I was wrapped and iced.  The trainer said it was not serious and 
that I would be ok in a few days.  That did nothing for me now.  
Who cares about next week.  This is my last high school game.  I 
went back out on crutches the university provided.  I sat on the 
bench and watched us lose by 3 points. I was devastated. Never 
have I been so sad. If I could have played only a quarter we would 
have won. Donna made a desperation attempt that would have sent the 
game into overtime.  It bounced off the rim. If I had been in the 
game we would have beat them by 10-15 points. Everyone said so.  
All of us girls cried and cried.  We did not celebrate.  Coach Hughes 
did her best to cheer us up, especially me.  She said I was to hard 
on myself.  Joe stayed on all fours the whole trip back so I could 
rest my leg on his back.  Now was he a good slave or what?

When we got back home Joe stayed on all fours and gave me a ride
to the door of the bus.  My dad met us there and helped me off the 
bus.  I was being babied, I knew that but it hurt less if I had
help.  Joe asked if he could go home with us and help me tomorrow
which was Sunday.  Dad agreed and call the foster home where he 
stayed.  Since my dad was the judge, he could do anything. There
were only two more months of school.  I was already looking forward 
to our summer cruise. When we got home Joe got on all fours at the
door and carried me inside.  I admit it, I liked riding him.  If
I could have him all week I would stay home and recuperate. Maybe
I will suggest that to Dad tomorrow.  What his little girls want, 
his little girls get.  It has always been so.  

Joe carried me to my room.  He asked me if I wanted him to carry me 
to the bathroom.  I had my own private bath.  I told him yes in
the sweetest voice I have ever used to address him.  He carried me 
in the bathroom and stopped in front of the commode.

"Do you need me for anything, Sara, anything at all?" He asked.

Why not go for it I thought. I know he is beging for it.

"Joe, sitting down on that thing will be hard for me, no place to 
put my foot in comfort.  You want me to be comfortable, don't you?"

"Yes, that is why I asked to come home with you.  I mean it, 
anything at all, anything without bounderies. Just ask.  I could
refuse you nothing anyway.  You are so beautiful, Sara. I want to 
do everything I can to make you confortable, all of you."

Now could he have been any more plain about it.  He was asking to 
be my personal potty.  Well wasn't he? I knew I was going to use him.
I wanted to, he wanted me to.  Why not?

"Yes Joe, you can do something special for me.  You know, like in
the motel when I was peeing on your back.  I know you were tasting 
my pee.  Now I want you to drink all of it. You can sit there and
I will straddle your face."

I sat on the commode, cover down.  

"Untie my shoes for me Joe."

He could not wait to comply.  He was like totally tuned to my needs.
This was going to be an awesome experience.  Never have we ever had
anyone who wanted to do a disgusting, degrading act like this before.
We have always made them.

"That is it Joe."  I said as I unfasten my jeans.

"Pull them off Joe."

I held out my legs as he carefully pulled my jeans off.  He was 
flushed with anticipation or embarrassment, who cared which one.
He looked at me, total worship. He was trying to look only at my 
face because he was so embarrassed to look at my crotch, where he 
obviously wanted to look. I put my fingers in the waist band of my 
panties.  

"We have to remove these too, Joe.  Help me get them off."

You should have seen him. His hands were shaking as he wiggled
my panties off my ass and down over my legs.  His nose was close
enough to smell my crotch. As I helped him by bending my knees
so that he could get the panties over my feet, I spread my thighes.
Joe looked right at my pussy. I bet he had never seen one before.
This one was very beautiful, shaved with lots of black and auburn
bush above my pussy. He was mesmerized. I watched him look at it.
He licked his lips, so help me, he did. I raised up and slipped my
leg over his shoulder. He knelt down as I swung my other leg over 
his other shoulder. He certainly had the view he craved now!
I reached for his head as I moved forward to position his mouth 
over my pussy.  He was so willing.  He really and truly wanted
to swallow my piss. I started slowly. I would pee and then stop.
Pee and then stop. I did that a whole lot before I was finished.
He did not let one drop escape.  When I finished, he licked my 
pussy like it was candy.

"Thank you Goddess Sara," he said.

That was the first time he had addressed me properly. I loved the
sound of it, "Goddess Sara".  How sweet it was.

This was not all I had to do. I had to shit. I was sure he had
tasted my shit while he was in stall number three. I could not
see it but his head was so far into the stool, he had to. Why not
I thought.  So he says, no, and I show him how pissed (no pun) I
am. I thought about how to go about it.  It was to disgusting to
discuss. We are talking about one human, well almost, eating the
shit of another huma....no, Goddess.  That is acceptable. :)

I dismounted his face turned around and backed up with my ass.
I lowered my ass.  As I did I looked down between my legs.  Can
you believe he had tilted his head back AND opened his mouth.
He wanted to, he really wanted to.  Ughhhhh, that is so disgusting!
That is horrible.  I can understand it when a guy is being forced 
and given a ton of pain, but wanting to! Like I would have ever
believe that possible!

I smiled a smug little smile as I lowered my ass hole to his open 
mouth.

"Joe, if you put your hands up and make me a seat I will be more 
comfortable."

"yes, my Goddess," he said and instantly his hands were on my ass 
making a seat for me so I could shit in comfort.  This guy is to 
much.

"Lick me with the tip of your tongue, Joe." I sweetly commanded.

Instantly I felt the tip of his tongue exploring my rosebud. I
pushed down with my abdominal muscles and out came a fart. I said
nothing, just reached for a bath towel and draped it around my 
waist. It really stunk. Must be the bowl of chili I had with
my burger. He gasp a little, no complaints. He was holding my fart 
in his lungs!  My gosh, he is incredible.  I pushed again.
Another fart escaped only to be sucked down Joe's windpipe and
into his lungs where he again held his breath.  I smelled nothing 
that time.  This is the way to take a shit, believe me! I pushed 
again. A turd entered his mouth. I waited to give him time to 
swallow all of it.

"Are you ready for more, Joe?" I asked him, still sweetly.  There 
will be time for the tough talk later.  Right now this is working 
beautifully. I have a very willing toilet.

"Yes, Goddess," he answered.

I gave him more. I pushed a little harder this time. A larger
amount entered his mouth. I heard him gulp as it went down.
That is so repulsive, isn't it?  He wanted it, he actually wanted
it.  I continued to shit in his mouth and he kept swallowing.
No complaints, no revolt, just dedicated compliance by a guy
who knew his proper place in life.  Never have I felt so superior.
I felt like a Goddess, I really did.  Joe called me, "His Goddess".
Well I am not his anything.  I do believe I am a Goddess though.
Joe has proved that beyond any doubt.  I am a Goddess and Joe
is my toilet slave.  I am not going to stop using him either.
Joe is being my toilet until he dies.  I do not know how long 
a guy can be a toilet if he is given antibiotics, stomach medicine, 
vitamins, etc.  I will know after Joe.  That is the road he will
travel.  Willingly I believe, if not, I know how to make him.  His
live would be shorter if I have to make him though.  It will be
better for him to continue as we are.  Me enjoying my potty, and
him enjoying, eating and drinking all that comes his way.  I will
tell Kara tomorrow.  If he wants to serve her in the same way,
great.  If not, well I will just use him twice as much. :) I
wonder if I took two big dumps in a fifteen minute period would
he question if I was Sara both times. :) Ohhhhh, I love that tongue.
He licks so tenderly.  He worships my ass, I know he does.  Kara
and I are identical.  he will love her ass too.  This pig just
loves to be used.  It is great, I love it.  So much attention.
His tongue may not be the greatest for eating pussy but it sure
is terrific for licking ass.

"Carry me to bed slave, you can take my panties to inhale but
don't you get any shit on them.  That stuff stinks.  Not everyone
likes the scent the way you do.  Something else slave, don't you 
dare brush your teeth, wash your mouth or drink anything until
tomorrow.  I will sleep with a warm tingling feeling knowing you
are tasting my shit all night long.  Tomorrow I will let you
wash down the residue of my shit in a special way. A delish golden
stream will replace the yucky brown stains in your toilet mouth."

I had to laugh at that one.  He had this dejected resigned look.
I have seen it many times when we broke a slave and he realized 
his future was written in blood, his! But what happen next I have
never seen.  He looked at me and worshipfully said.

"Thank you Goddess for allowing me to care for you and serve you 
in this manner.  I will always try to insure your life is great.
I will serve you in any and all ways you wish.  I am completely
yours for life.  Thank you Goddess Sara."

I just looked at him, wrinkled my nose and said, in my haughtiest
voice, 

"You stink. Sleep in the bathroom of the guest room tonight.
We will find suitable arrangements for our new toilet slave tomorrow.
Kara and I will love using you as our toilet.  I do not think you are
good enough to be the toilet of such beautiful ladies, but, you will
have to do for now. There are a lot of things you will do for us
besides enjoying the fine cusine coming from our bods.  If you 
are really good, work hard, and serve us well, maybe you will get
cum to swallow.  Would you like that shit mouth?"

"Oh yes, Goddess, please I will do anything for your and Goddess 
Kara's cum."

"OK, but for now, put these on and go." 

I handed him two sets of cuffs and showed him how to fasten his left 
wrist to his right ankle and his left ankle to his right wrist. I 
pointed toward the door. I watched him slowly crawl out of my bedroom.
As soon as he left I hobble to the door and locked it.  He was harmless
in that position, I think any position! Still I wanted my bedroom door 
locked with anyone in the house deranged enough to want to be a toilet
for two girls just because they are beautiful.

I laid in my bed, my ankle hurt.  Still I stared dreamy eyed at the 
ceiling for awhile.  The thoughts of tomorrow and the days to come
with Joe, danced in my head and I could not sleep.  I have never 
experienced this before.  This is true worship of one person for 
another.  Surely he knew he was giving his life to us.  One thing
is for sure, we would take it!  Boy, would we ever take it. He can't
be the only man in the world like this.  If they are out there, daddy
will find them for his two princesses. If there were ever true Goddesses 
in the world, Kara and I are.  If there never were, then we are the 
first. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face in spite of the 
pain in my ankle.