                     An Ocean of Misery

                       
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 Eight 

Kara awakened me. Yeah the other Goddess in this house. She
used me harshly but that was alright. Mortals should expect 
to be used when in the presence of Goddesses. After Kara used
me I was used by Sara. Both of them were using me as their foot 
rest when Judge Abreu came into Sara's room and gave me high 
hopes. I just know I am going to get to serve these goddesses 
on an ongoing basis. One thing bothers me, a lot. What and how 
am I going to tell Princess Donna. She is way to beautiful to 
be hurt. I know her wanting me as HER slave is/was a competitive 
thing more than anything else. She wanted to show the Abreu Twins 
that she could get her own slave. I thought about her a lot. I 
would be severely punished for my indiscretions, rightly so. I 
trifled with her affections and she fell hard for me. She really 
enjoyed using me in various ways. She deserves a guy to use and 
abuse. I can not complain about how she chooses to punish me. She 
is so beautiful. Her ass is a dream. I hope I can convince her 
that I want to be used by her a lot. I love her beautiful body. 
She taught me how to be a toilet. Without her help I would not 
have been able to serve Sara and Kara in the manner I have done. 
They would have been very disappointed in me and may have 
dismissed me entirely.

I was unable to distinguish between Sara and Kara. I did not know 
which was which until Sara was hurt. Now it is easy. I am falling
in love with Sara. I love both of them. I adore doing things for 
them, but I am really falling for Sara.

I love their voices. Both are, well, like Goddesses. They have a 
superior quality that helps keep me focused on who they are and 
who I am. When they tell me what they are going to use me for, it
is disgusting for them to even contemplate such a thing. It is so
far beneath them and their station in life. I think they know 
they are expected to use lesser creatures like myself for whatever 
gives them pleasure. They have never gone into that with me, but 
I expect them to. Mrs. Wojohowski touched on it. Coach Hughes 
kinda mentioned it too. I think Judge Abreu was making it pretty 
clear that I am expected to serve his daughters in any way they 
please. They even used the word, "Toilet" in his presence. 
Even though he kinda laughted it off, he knew what his daughters 
were using me for and that they intended to keep using me. I know 
this summer cruise thing is about them taking me along as their 
slave, toy, and toilet. What they do not seem to realize is, I 
want to be used by these Goddesses. While they are performing 
their natural bodily functions and using me as their waste disposal 
system I am in heaven. 

It was really hard on me when Princess Donna first started using me 
as her toilet. The first week I spent as much time vomiting as I 
did eating. The second week was no picnic either. After the second 
week I never got sick anymore. During this time of adaptation is 
when I discovered her mom was a doctor. Donna kept giving me medicine. 
She told me she could give me pills that would prevent my vomiting but
if she did my body would not adapt so as to be able to accept human 
waste. In order for me to be everything I could be, it was best I let 
my body adapt.

How am I going to face her? She is so beautiful. She will be hurt
and, I think, very angry. She spent a lot of time training me.
She enabled me to be able to serve my Goddesses. I owe her so
much. I have given her so little. Yeah, I have a lot to be
punished for. I have seen Donna angry. I will see that anger 
directed at me. I have no right to expect any but the most severe
punishment. I will take it like a man. I am the one who jilted
Donna. She has a right to punish me and go on punishing me to her
satisfaction. I know I am a sicko, but I hope one of the punishments 
I will receive from Donna, is a full wide open mouth bite from her. 
I have dreamed what it would be like to watch as her beautiful teeth 
sunk into my flesh and watch as she removed a plug from my body. I 
know the pain would be excruciating, but for what I have done to My 
Princess, do I deserve less pain? I think not.

"Lucky," my revelry was broked by one of the twins voice, "You may
carry me to the bathroom and bathe me."

Oh my gosh, did I hear that right. Bathe her! I quickly turned so she
could slide off the bed on my back. To bathe her I would have carried 
her around the world a few times. Judge Abreu was right, I am lucky!
My new name was fitting.

I felt her weight as she settled down on my back. I carried her to the
bathroom and started running water for her while she sat on me. 
The weight of her fabulous ass on my back was an indescribable treat. 
I was in esctasy. She and Kara talked while her tub was filling. Just
listening to their voices was more pleasure than I ever thought I 
would receive from life. It mattered not of what they spoke, just to 
listen to them was reward in itself.

Sara had checked the water a few times and I adjusted it to her liking 
While adjusting her bath I rested my chin on the tub. Each time I would 
lift my hands she would playfully bounce causing my chin to strike the 
edge of the tub. Both girls would giggle when my chin hit.

She told me to remember the temperature she liked her bath. I would have 
anyway. She is so beautiful. 

When the tub filled she stepped off of me. I knew I was being forward
with Sara, I still had to ask.

"Goddess Sara, may I please use my tongue to bathe you before I use the
cloth?"

Her quick glance towards Kara was priceless. It was so goddess like. Her
smug little smile was just one more thing to demonstrate her superiorty.
When she said I could, I was overwhelmed with joy. Much more joy was 
forthcoming when she said. 

"Start with these, Lucky," she cooed, as she cupped her tits in her hands. 
I placed my mouth over a nipple that was already extending as the areola 
receded. I licked but also sucked just a little.

She pushed my head back and spit in my face.

"This is not for your pleasure. Just lick. Kara, do you think one of us 
should kick him in the balls every time he shows an indication of sexual 
pleasure from serving us?"

"I think we should consider it, in the meantime, let's fit him with our 
special device. Then when he starts using his main brain, the one in 
his balls, he will receive lots of pain to remind him of his station 
in life that he has been so fortunate to achieve."

Sara looked at me. "Lucky, you are so that. I could have any guy 
serve me. I chose you. I know you are not worthy of your elevated 
status. Do you realize how for above your former self you now are?
Like light years! You were freaking nothing. Now you have the 
opportunity to do something really and truly special with your 
worthless life. You get to dedicate it to the pleasure of goddesses.
You get back to tongue bathing me and it had best be good. I want 
to see you in like total concentration of ME."

I returned to licking Sara. I licked all of her tits and inbetween 
them. She held her arms up so I could lick her arm pits. From there 
she guided my mouth to her belly button where I spent a few minutes 
loveningly tonguing it out. I was hard as a rock. I hope neither 
of the girls notice. I would like so much to touch my throbing cock 
but I do not dare. I already know these beautiful goddesses can be 
extremely cruel. I also know they care nothing about how much they 
hurt me. I wanted to be the plaything of a Goddess, well, now I am.

"Go to my feet." Sara commanded and my face was instantly there. I
begin paying homage to her gorgeous feet. Her toes were long and 
straight with beautifully painted nails. I licked each toe as if it
were ice cream. Sara, Kara, and Donna have unpleasant smelling feet.
Make that stinky feet. I suppose it is all the time they spend in 
tennis shoes. I have noticed, however, since I have been doing their 
laundry they have less feet odor. I suspect their socks were not 
always washed so regularly.

"Kara, please kick him for me."

I had instant pain in my side from Kara's foot. I never seen it 
coming. She kicked me hard enough to cause me to fall over from a 
sitting position. My side hurt.

"You were enjoying my devine little toes to much. Move along to 
the rest of my feet. You have a lot to lick, a lot to wash for me, 
then you get to do Kara."

I stayed with Sara while her ankle healed. She missed school Monday
and Tuesday as did I. I went to the gym early Monday morning because
Sara said there was something there she and Kara wanted me to have.
I got their little present. Two pair very smelly and cum soaked panties. 
The cum had dried but my mouth could bring back the moisture. It would 
not be nearly as good as what I was currently enjoying. I hurried back 
to the Abreu's with my new found treat. I went to the guest room and
started adding moisture to Sara's panties. I buried my nose in the 
crotch of the ones marked KA and put the ones markes SA in my mouth.
I loved the silky slick feeling as my tongue drifted over Sara's cum.
Kara erotic scent was a huge turn on for me. In no time I had reached
climax. Sara's panties were not nearly clean. After cleaning myself up
I started licking those sweet panties again. I have heard that is 
when you really do worship a goddess, when you can continue to mouth 
wash her panties after you have just climaxed. I cleaned her's and was 
working on Kara's when Kara walked in.

"Like those, uh?" She chided as she gently kicked me in the side.
"Raise up, I want to pee. I woke up asking myself, 'Why not go give 
Lucky some of your delish morning pee?' So...here I am and you are
Lucky!" She said as she straddled my face. 

I opened my mouth as her pussy settled over it. Her flow started
instantly. I was pretty good at drinking piss from a girl and Kara
was an experienced giver. She loved going pee in my mouth. It always
ended with me going down on her. In the few days I have been here I 
believe both of these goddesses have used me as their full and complete 
toilet. The more I serve them, the more I enjoy it. They are so superior
to ordinary people, but then I suppose that is why they are goddesses.
Kara would always look down at me as I served her in this manner. Her
nose would wrinkle, her lips would smile, her eyes would sparkle. All
in all she would look like I always expected a goddess to look. When
she would speak to me in moments like this, her aloof manner would show
through. I loved her attitude. She used it on me too. When she walked
away, I always knew I was serving a goddess as I was meant to. She
did not tell me everytime, but both of us knew it. Lots of times when 
she got to the door, she would look back at me, knowing my eyes were
glued to her ass. She would wrinkle her cute little nose, squint her 
eyes closed, open her mouth showing more bottom teeth than upper ones,
and make a little sound as air escaped that gorgeous mouth. I never
knew what it meant, if anything, but I loved it. When she did that I
was proud to know I was her toilet.

As much as I loved Kara, I loved Sara even more. They are so much 
alike yet there are differences. I think Kara is the nicer of the two,
but I have always preferred girls who were not so nice. Kara is not
overly nice, but nicer than Sara or Donna. Sometimes I find myself 
wondering if either of these girls would really hurt a guy just for 
the pleasure of doing so. I certainly hope not. But the time Sara 
stepped on my hand when we first met, I thought I seen her smile as 
she looked at the pain on my face. She seems to want my punishments 
to be more painful, like when they would lash me for moving when I was 
their foot rest. Sara hit more and harder. She said it was because I 
was causing her to move her leg, the one that was hurt. I am still
deeply in love with Sara. I want her for my goddess. I want to serve 
her always. If I must withstand a little pain for her to have the 
utmost pleasures, I will do so.

When I went back to school Donna met me right off. 

"I left my laundry at grandma's house on the way to school. I will
expect you to take care of it. There are panties and socks for you.
I will meet you at her house after school."

She walked away leaving me wondering how I was going to handle this 
little predictament. These three were always together at school. Plus
there were always others. I was never going to be alone with either 
of the Abreu twins. My luck changed for the good after lunch. Sara
told me to meet her in the Lair. It was not seeing much use now that
the season was over. I met her there and she told me. "Lucky I have to
go really bad, you know how I hate public facilities. I want your 
mouth."

I could never refuse a request like that. I dropped to the floor and 
assisted her removing her panties. She put her pussy to my mouth and 
I closed over it ready for my treat of goddess golden nectar. She 
pissed in my mouth as casually as if I were a real porceline god.
When the flow stopped I licked her pussy. Sara was the worlds most 
beautiful goddess. I knew it even as she turned and placed her 
asshole over my mouth. I opened wide knowing I was about to have my 
second lunch. I was treated with the first of four smelly turds. I was
becoming proficient at eating from her body. I could crush the larger 
turds with my tongue and swallow quickly getting myself ready for 
another. The stink was awful, it did not improve. I just kept things
in prospective. I was serving a goddess in the ways I could. Sara
and Kara said it was meant to be and I believe them. They enjoyed it
so much. 

Sara gave me permission to continue to do Donna's laundry and be of 
service to her anyway she wanted. I did as My Goddess asked. Donna 
used me at her grandma's. I mean really used me. I ate pussy, drink 
piss and eat shit. Once again The Wojohowski's had to go shopping 
and to a movie. Donna and I were alone. It was 10:30 before she 
left and I went to the Abreu's. She has never once mentioned my
leaving her for the twins. I never had the nerve to bring up that 
subject.

I compared the twin's attitude when I first met them with their attitude 
after they had me to use for a few months. They were WAY more goddess 
acting. I was doing good for them, I was helping them attain the station 
in life for which they were intended. I heard some whispers, even 
among the elite, that the twins were becoming real bitches. They found 
a new game they liked. Before school when students gathered at tables 
outside under the palms, Kara and Sara liked to have me kneel before 
them while they used me as a foot rest. Just before the last day of 
school Sara had her foot in my face and I was licking her foot. She
reached down, slipped her shoe on and said in one of her haughtiest 
voicces. 
"There is some dirt on my shoe, lick it off."

I was licking her shoe before I thought. I automatically obeyed My
Goddess without question. I heard a, "Haump". I looked up and Mrs.
English was standing there. I quit licking and looked up at her. I 
could feel the red in my face.

"Hi Mrs. English," I said as several snickers joined in with the 
laughter of the Abreu twins.

"That is not a fitting example for a senior to set for the 
underclassmen. Spit her shoe out and stand up like a man, NOW!"

"Mrs. English, Lucky is my personal attendant. I asked him to attend
to the dirt on my shoe and he did so. Please go to your class and
do not be impertinent again. Lucky, lick my other shoe."

I started licking Sara's other shoe as I heard Mrs. English walking
away. I felt sorry for her she had been put down and humiliated by 
a high school senior. All of the elite knew she would not be back 
next year. She had complained and tried to make a personal crusade 
out of the elite's treatment of the other students. No one cared
about the other students. They were abused and made fun of as the 
elite wished. They could accept it, move away, whatever. If they
quit school and stayed in this town they would be treated this
way for life. Many thought they had no choice. They were trapped 
by fate. Me, I had a choice and I was taking it. I was going on 
cruise with the twins and Donna was coming along too. I was going 
to have the time of my life. I did not need old prudes like Mrs. 
English giving me advice about stuff they did not understand.

"You missed that spot on the bottom, Lucky. Look at my shoes and 
try and do a good job."

"I heard one of the guys say,"I think that is dog poop!" Laughter
broke out again. Of course it was not. It was only dirt.

The last day of school Mrs. English called me into her room. 

"I am leaving, Joe. This is my last day too, I have another 
job a couple hundred miles from here. I have observed the 
relationship between you and several girls in school. It is not
a healthy relationship, especially not for you. The Abreu girls
abuse you constantly. Joe they are using you as less than a slave.
This is not a game to them. They know what they are doing.
Don't you have any pride, how can you let them degrade you like 
that episode out front I witnessed. Don't tell me it was a game 
either. Joe those girls are going to break your heart or worse.
I know what I am talking about. I saw another young man take a
similar route. I suppose you think they are some kind of 
goddesses, they are not. They are ordinary but extremely spoiled 
girls. Joe, run, don't walk away from them. I think you are in 
danger."

"Mrs. English, you tried to break up my relationship with them 
a few months ago. You are just angry because Sara talked to you 
the way she did. I felt sorry for you. I know she can be a bit
abrasive at times, but she is special. She may be a goddess. 
She is certainly close. I know what I am doing. I enjoy serving 
them. This has been the best few months of my life. I adore those 
girls. I think I love them."

I walked out with Mrs. English shaking her sad face. 




