synopsis: With a lot of time to dwell on a recently failed relationship and love-
Claudia interrupted the bouts of butterflies in her stomach by routinely checking Google Maps every 30 seconds or so. Of course no one other than Claudia herself knew that she was on her way to her first ever scat date. No one but Claudia knew of her dark fetish. She hadn’t the appearance, nor the demeanor of anyone who was anything other than vanilla. Unable to even get past the shame and embarrassment and confide in her sister; the only person who knew everything about her. Everything but.
Naturally, no one had ever suggested or suspected anything obscure of Claudia’s private life. Although her friends and family were worried about the distinct absence of dating activity, they just presumed Claudia had retreated back into the shy and timid girl she was before her last relationship. This was true to an extent. Her lack of self-
As she looked out of the bus at the passing English countryside, she started reflecting on her journey to here and now. It was actually three years to the day yesterday that Claudia’s boyfriend Thomas had broken up with her and subsequently moved out. During that time, Claudia believes she was presented with a serendipitous opportunity to find herself. A time she filled alone in experimentation and research. In summation, she took a leap of faith into previously un-
Thomas had left behind a batch of unwanted belongings that Claudia was cleaning out one day. She stumbled on his old emergency lap top; he had always used a newer model from before he even moved with her. She couldn’t remember him ever using it and wasn’t surprised by its abandonment. Needing a laptop and being short on cash, she powered it up to see if it was usable. Was a touch slow, but worked fine. There was no password security so Claudia figured she’d use Thomas’ user profile.
Like all good ex-
“Wonder what dirty shit you’ve been watching,” she joked. No surprise in finding the odd porn site then, “Youporn? What an unoriginal name,” she scoffed. The title of Hardcore BDSM piqued her interest.
“You perverted little shit!” she chuckled. Claudia had a cheeky skim through some whipping and hot wax videos before dropping down the categories list.
“What the Hell is scat?” she inquired. A few curious clicks later she found herself disgusted. Not in the content, but in her arousal; before shamefully slamming the laptop closed.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” she asked herself. “I really need to start dating again.” A suggestion that would be in vain, as the next day at work it was all that she could think about. Unproductively fantasizing and making herself moist at every thought. She recalled pooping in her pants when she was a young girl and how confused she felt by it.
Something had unlocked inside her. Now her spare time was often spent masturbating to videos of girls being shit on. The submissive worthlessness she imagined them feeling gave her the most rupturing orgasms. Abdicating all control to serve no purpose other than to be humiliated for someone else’s pleasure. It felt strangely liberating and it was something she yearned to feel.
It was only a matter of time before Claudia began experimenting with her own poop. At first she would lie on her back in the bath while holding up some of her fresh waste, and then letting it fall onto her chest; imagining someone was shitting on her. Eventually, she graduated to smearing onto her face and enjoyed the rush she felt from being so disgusting. Some days at work she would refrain from using the bathroom for as long as possible, saving it up so that she could rush home to a humungous pile.
Claudia continued to refine her fetish. Shit that was a little soft was her favorite. It smeared much nicer than shit that was too hard, so Claudia made sure she upped her water intake to keep her excrement soft. By now she was even slowly pushing shit into her mouth. She’d shit on a plate and press her lips to the edge before letting it slide into her waiting mouth; rimming the plate and pretending it was someone’s asshole releasing a load. She was always careful not swallow though. Claudia had done her research and knew of the health risks. She was smart and calculated; normally.
At 28 and with not much going right in her life, Claudia decided she deserved some (guilty) pleasurable reward and that meant uncaging her inner submissive. For her first ever scat meet-
“Experienced Mistress Seeking Toilet Slave,” read Claudia. “To serve me as I see fit,” wonderful she thought. “England’s leading scat Mistress,” perfect! “Prepare to be broken in under my domination.” The last line scared her a little, but also served to hype the adrenaline a little more. The excitement of the buildup was like nothing she’d felt before. Despite feeling a sense of succumbing to reckless abandon, she decided life was too short to suppress her desires.
Mistress Eva’s first reply was precise and to the point. “Experience? Are you available July 7?”
Claudia replied with, “Yes and yes.” The first ‘yes’ felt like a lie, but the question was vague. Did she mean experience with scat or experience playing with others? Worried she’d be rejected, she opted for her preferred interpretation only to realize that what she’d written on her profile contradicted her answer. To her surprise and feverish excitement, she received a reply. A handful of succinct exchanges later and it was a date. It was really happening. Claudia felt unprecedented adrenaline at the sheer idea it.
Part 2 – An Odd Preparation
July 7 was finally here and Claudia was somewhere in rural England; about 5 minutes from Mistress Eva’s farm according to Google. After three trains from central London, her last medium of travel was an old bus. Each time it hit a bump on the poorly maintained country road, it exacerbated Claudia’s feeling of anxiety. A mind running rife with paranoia and growing concerns about nobody knowing where she was going to be this weekend. For all she knew she could be wandering right into a serial killer’s masterful trap. She reasoned by reminding herself that she did find Mistress Eva on (what seemed like a credible) paid members’ website, but that was by no means a guarantee.
Claudia packed only a small carry bag with a towel and some toiletries to wash up afterwards. Now she was wondering if she’d brought everything she needed. How long she would ultimately stay at Mistress Eva’s farm? It’s not like she had any past experiences to go by, and Mistress Eva hadn’t exactly elaborated a great deal in her messages.
Was she even dressed appropriately? What do people wear to a scat session? Claudia assumed she’d be naked for the session, but she desperately wanted to make a good impression on Mistress Eva. Now she worried that her (relatively short) peach-
As the bus pulled into her stop she paused her inhibitions to wrap her soft, small fingers around her bag and disembarked. The peach color of her nail polish whizzed about as she adjusted Google Maps to get her bearings, only to realize the residence was straight ahead. It looked far more like a mansion than it did a farm, with an extremely long driveway. Claudia could feel her heart percussing violently throughout the long walk and it only intensified when she rang the doorbell. That was when it officially felt like the point of no return.
As the door swung open Claudia immediately blushed. Though she wasn’t dressed in bondage attire, Mistress Eva was even more imperious in the flesh as she appeared in her picture. Her stern and elegant hands pressed each side of the doorway as she looked down upon her new subordinate.
“So you’re Claudia?” she purred. Her accent was distinctly English, but there was a hint of red-
“Yes……yes Mistress,” she stuttered.
Mistress Eva gave a sarcastic laugh, “Well you are quite a petite little thing. Follow.”
Claudia couldn’t distinguish whether or not that was a compliment.
Her new Mistress led her through the large house until she gulped at the sight of a man coming out from another room. It had never even dawned on her to ask if anyone else would be involved.
“This is who you picked? Really?” he said with a look of mild annoyance. Claudia froze solid. “She looks like she’s going to run for the hills at the first chance.”
“No she won’t.” assured Mistress Eva as she cupped a firm hand under Claudia’s chin before giving her cheeks a strong squeeze. “She’ll do just fine, besides I like a bit of a challenge.”
“Well, you better hope Little Bo Peep here doesn’t freak out,” grunted the man. “It’ll be a huge disappointment if she does. Could damage our excellent reputation, especially yours,” he warned.
“Don’t worry Robert, I’ll get this cute little bitch toilet trained in no time, besides, I actually take more pleasure in destroying the timid ones,” she smirked.
That gave Claudia an unmistakable chill and she was sure it was evident on her face. So confused about what was happening, but unable to utter a single word; let alone a question. Now she was scared of disappointing Mistress Eva and proving Robert right, which would probably still anger him. Claudia had no palpable idea about how to deal with the current or ensuing situation. Mistress Eva, still holding Claudia’s face, squeezed a little harder to force a pout from Claudia’s already plump lips.
“Come with me Little Bo Peep,” she said as though talking to an infant. Claudia obliged while silently praying her session wouldn’t involve Robert.
Claudia was led to a room where she was instructed to leave her bag.
“Let’s get you prepped,” grinned Mistress Eva as she violently removed Claudia’s dress. Claudia was certain she heard it tear. Mistress Eva wasn’t perturbed by Claudia’s outfit, nor what lie beneath, but she left everything other than Claudia’s peach dress on her body. Claudia’s palpitations were thundering now. She thought it unthinkable that Mistress Eva couldn’t hear them, but she was too occupied with the metal collar that she was fitting tightly around Claudia’s neck. It was thick and heavy at the back as a couple of large screw holes on each side caught Claudia’s eye before it snapped on.
“Interesting,” she thought and paid it no more mind. At the front, the collar was attached to a thick chain and as soon as it was locked in, Mistress Eva began.
“Right bitch!” she shouted, using the chain to pull Claudia with a breath’s distance.
“As of now you are my toilet slave, nothing more than a worthless, disgusting toilet who will serve as I demand.” With that said Mistress Eva tugged on the chain and dragged Claudia into another massive dungeon-
Claudia, now starting to feel slightly out of her depth, was trying her best to keep her composure. She trembled as she watched, then felt Mistress Eva’s warm hands on her waist before they slid down her legs to remove Claudia’s panties. She then stuffed them in their entirety in Claudia’s mouth.
“Keep these in here, slut, we’ll need them later,” she commanded. Claudia, now gagged with her own underwear, gave a muffled groan as the Mistress pulled her breasts out of her bra by the nipples; leaving them perched above the cups. More moans followed as her nipples met with cold steel clamps, linked together by a slender chain.
Next out was metal chastity belt, it was one of those that had a thick strip that ran down the crotch and around the waist. The crotch section had 2 openings in it that were clearly for the anus and vagina, which seemed somewhat contradictory considering the objective of a chastity belt. Mistress Eva spread Claudia’s ass as wide as possible, pushing the cold metal deep between her cheeks so that it was tight and snug. Claudia was compounded in confusion, it didn’t seem like she was getting prepped for a scat session at all, but at least there was no sight of Robert. Claudia was distracted enough in her thoughts to not notice Mistress Eva lubing up an inflatable anal plug.
“You’ve never been penetrated in your ass before, have you? Well I’m not fooled by your faux innocence, you’re nothing but a whore whose asshole begs to be filled.” Mistress was right about one thing, she’d never had so much as a finger up there.
Claudia moaned and bit down on her panties as the plug was forced through the opening in the belt and up her virgin rectum. Her moans only got louder with each pump as she felt the walls of her asshole enlarge.
“Now let’s leave that in there for a while to stretch, shall we?” said Mistress Eva before reaching for a large metal dildo. It too went through the other opening and deep into her vagina, however the dildo was clearly made as part of the chastity belt. It had a metal base and once it was flush with the belt, Claudia felt Mistress Eva clamping it in and tightening some kind of screws. When she was done, the belt and the dildo felt like one entity. Albeit much larger than any of her past boyfriends’ penises, it actually felt good and she had a creeping sensation that she might just start enjoying the experience.
Her thoughts may have been premature though, as Mistress Eva deflated the rubber anal plug and replaced it with a metal one that looked like 4 steel balls welded together. The balls gradually got larger towards the base. Claudia felt waves of pain as each ball slipped through the rim of her anus. The last one felt like the size of tennis ball, not helped either by the coarse manner with which it was inserted. The anal plug also locked into the chastity belt, just as neatly as the dildo had. Claudia, at the height of sensitivity, could feel the screws tightening all the way through her rectum.
“You’re probably enjoying having your cunt and ass stuffed. Well you better hope you don’t need to shit or piss because that won’t be coming off any time soon.”
This was a problem. In the nervousness of the last 2 days Claudia had not been able to take a shit, subconsciously she also thought the Mistress might ask her to shit during the session. But now, with the anal plug shoved far into her canal, her bowel movements were starting to ask questions she couldn’t answer. Claudia couldn’t see her own shit on the inflatable plug as it was removed, she only felt Mistress Eva wiping something clean on the back of her white stockings.
Mistress Eva picked up what looked like some kind of toolbox and started pulled Claudia along cumbersomely by her chain and collar. For a moment she wondered what her parents, sister, and close friends would think if they knew she was currently double penetrated, with her panties in her mouth, about to be defecated on by a woman she met online. In her best effort she dismissed all that and tried going with the flow. She had wanted this for a while. She had convinced herself of that, just as she had convinced herself that she shouldn’t negate or suppress her desires.
It was so hard for her to walk in her heels with those insertions, but strangely, despite the pain and the growing need to shit she could feel her vagina getting wetter. She knew she was getting close what she’d fantasized about for a while now, but then she cast her mind back to trepidation. She hadn’t even organized a safe word. She’d barely spoken 3 words the whole time she was there. What if she did freak out in the middle of the session, like Robert had insinuated?
There were certain elements that weren’t adding up. Mistress Eva was still dressed in plain clothes and why she was still in most of hers? She needed her underwear for the trip home, surely it’d all be removed before the session, she hoped. And what of the strange conversation she’d had with Robert earlier?
“Oh God no,” she thought to herself. “Don’t tell me this whole time she was preparing me for him?”
Claudia had a feeling she’d soon find out.
Part 3 – Claudia Gets Put in Her Place
Eventually Claudia was taken out to a large barn behind the house, it was spacious enough inside to house about 8 cows at the far end. The smell in there was putrid as a result, but in the grand scheme of things she was about to be shit on, she hoped, by the Mistress.
Claudia was ushered to a steel trough, the kind farm animals feed and drink out of, but this one had clearly been customized. That was glaringly obvious by the retractable toilet seat fixed to one end. Inside she could see a pair of wrist/ankle clamps and some brackets with accompanying bolts welded to the floor. There were also 2 steel bars welded to the floor around the head area. They were short, but looked retractable; with a pin that could lock in a desired height, like much smaller versions of the stands mechanics use under a car with the wheels removed. Claudia was a little nervous about what some of these additions were for.
Small spots of rust and stains on the trough’s steel betrayed a previous usage. It also tilted downward the head. Claudia guessed it was so any feces and urine would flow down toward the slave’s head.
“Clever,” she thought. Clearly this was where she would be secured and she was uncomfortable. Claudia had assumed that she would be made to lie in a bathtub with the freedom to move if necessary. A little naïve now that she thought about it, considering she replied to an ad for a toilet ‘slave’.
“What?” asked the Mistress as though she’d read Claudia’s mind.
“Did you think you would get the privilege of being inside my house? You really are a dumb little cunt, aren’t you?”
Every time Claudia so much as invited the idea of speaking up, her courage was washed away by Mistress Eva and her timely words.
“Your place is here with the cows,” she confirmed.
Mistress Eva snatched the panties from Claudia’s mouth, slid them back on over the chastity belt and re-
“Aw, don’t you look fucking adorable! Don’t worry, soon you will literally be decorated as the worthless piece of shit that you are,” mocked the Mistress.
Claudia could tell the Mistress was having fun now as she shoved her into the trough; lying her face up, dressed as she was in her shoes, lingerie, and chastity belt. The trough was an iron mattress of ice against her back and exposed buttocks. Mistress Eva cradled Claudia’s head, resting it between the pair of retractable bars. Claudia was worried by many things, among them was the very plausible prospect of a long trip back to London wearing a torn dress and shit stained lingerie and her shoes. Her favorite shoes! These overwhelming and growing concerns left her paradoxically mute.
Meanwhile, Mistress Eva was lifting the toilet seat, temporarily, so she could begin clamping her subject. Claudia awkwardly tried to evade eye contact as her tormentor as she allowed the Mistress to cross and lock her slender wrists into steel clamps just above her head. With the activity being so close to her ears, Claudia could hear every clink, tighten, and lock with great clarity.
Mistress Eva disconnected and discarded the chain connected to Claudia’s collar and began pushing her neck down against the floor; shifting it up and down until it reached a desired location. The gyrating squeak of a turning bolt reminded Claudia of the screw holes at the back of her collar. Mistress Eva screwed both sides until the bolts could screw no more.
“There! Your wrists and neck shan’t be going anywhere in a hurry,” she said as she gave the last bolt its final bind. With the collar now bolted firmly to the trough, Claudia was starting to worry about the purpose of the 2 steel bars that stood erect beside her face. She could only just see them as they barely came level with her jawline.
The dedicated Mistress Eva continued clamping. Unlike the wrist clamps, that were welded, the ankle clamps were on chains, but Claudia’s legs needed to lunge out to reach them. The stretch and pull on her legs was also causing strain on her bolted and collared neck.
“That’s going to hurt after a while,” she thought.
Claudia was convinced the Mistress had mistaken her for an escape artist, as more chains appeared from nowhere.
“This is overkill. Even with one wrist clamp I wouldn’t be going anywhere,” she thought, but Mistress Eva wasn’t concerned about Claudia breaking free, wanted her bound in a specific way. Her arrangement was not without purpose. Just like the chains she tied around Claudia’s thighs, which spread open her dildo filled crotch a little. The chains were strong and inflexible, their tightness caved in to form an indented valley around the circumference of Claudia’s upper legs. The click and squeak of the toolbox opening was followed by the appearance of a nose hook. Claudia had seen one just like it in a Japanese video once. Grasping onto her nostrils and pulling them back, hard, under the navigation of Mistress Eva. She tied it down to a small ring behind Claudia’s head. Her gaping nostrils were now vulnerable to any dangers directly above.
Claudia watched in horror as the Mistress pulled one more thing out from her mysterious toolbox. An adjustable, metal dental gag. It too was customized with a small bracket welded at the far end of each handle.
“I’m going to help you open up those pouty little slut lips of yours, so that we can turn them into shit lips. In fact, that shall be your name. Shitlips the toilet slave,” she taunted, forcing the gag in between Shitlips’ lips. She could do nothing as her mouth obliged to the gag pushing in opposite directions. Mistress Eva stretched her painfully wide with the click of each adjustment. To Claudia it seemed like the clicks went on forever, but Mistress Eva was looking for a desired setting. Blind to Claudia, Mistress Eva was aligning and measuring.
“Your little gutter mouth spreads out just enough, these brackets should line up perfectly now.”
Claudia had no clue what she was talking about, she could only watch in terror as the secrets of her fate unraveled before her. Mistress Eva started tinkering beside Claudia’s ear. She could hear the amplified clicks of metal on metal. Mistress Eva was adjusting the height of the 2 bars beside her head. She fussed over the exact position of Claudia’s gagged mouth for a while, then gripped her firmly by the hair when she was satisfied. Claudia, still unable to see, felt the pressure of a bolt being threaded through the bracket attached to her dental gag. The process repeated on the other side until Claudia’s gag was now bolted to the steel bars in the trough; all while it rested in her mouth. As if not enough, Mistress Eva lowered the height of the bar even more, so that the gag pinned Claudia’s face down hard against the trough floor.
Claudia let out a cumbersome “Aaaah!” as Mistress Eva pushed down hard on the gag to take it down one more length. Click, went the last retraction and Mistress Eva inserted the steel pin to lock it in place.
“Now I’ve got those sweet little shit lips exactly where I want them,” smiled Mistress Eva.
Along with her bolted down collar, Claudia was completely immovable from the neck up. She couldn’t roll or nod her head. A rush of panic strew through her.
The gag had another special facility, a metal lip that protruded deep into the mouth and over the tongue; pinning it to the floor of the mouth. Claudia hadn’t noticed it as it went in, but she could feel it. It like a small grill was pressing her tongue down and it did so effectively. Claudia had anticipated the probability of having shit in her mouth, but she didn’t think she’d be gagged. There was more panic and deep breaths from Claudia at the idea of not being able to push any shit out of her mouth with her tongue. Swallowing was her hard limit, but she couldn’t exactly communicate that now while gagged. Claudia pulled her tongue back towards her throat in an attempt to get it over the grill, but coughed and gagged.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Shitlips!” screamed Mistress Eva. “Why do you think I bolted it down so deep? You stupid bitch!”
“How the fuck did I let it get to this? Why didn’t I just speak up earlier?” thought Claudia, furious with herself. She tried giving a little moan in a meek attempt to get Mistress Eva’s attention, but she was quickly dismissed.
“Keep quiet Shitlips, that throat of yours is nothing more than a sewerage system now.”
If Claudia was out of her comfort zone before, she was losing all control of the situation now.
“Almost done Shitlips,” assured Mistress Eva as she took back her nipple clamps. “Don’t want to get these dirty now, do we? Maybe later, we’ll see.”
Claudia’s nipples shone like bright swollen buoys upon her twin peaks. She was absolutely fixed in place now. Her luscious lips spread to their limits and everything within offered (in sacrifice) to the Gods above, while she lay in the depths of purgatory below.
Mistress Eva finished off her calculated masterpiece by taking a thick marker and writing on Claudia’s cleavage who was obviously oblivious to what it said, but she imagined it was some humiliating vitriol.
Mistress Eva kindly read it to her:
IM sHITLIPS THE TOILET SLAVE AND SHIT EATING WHORE!
Part 4 – A Mistress’ Surprise
As she peered down through the toilet seat at Claudia’s immobile face, Mistress Eva began to explain.
“I have a little surprise for you Shitlips. Tonight I’m hosting a cocktail party for the scat community. I told them all to eat up and save their shits for my new toilet and just in case anyone forgets, I’ve locked all the other bathrooms in the house.”
Claudia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but Mistress Eva went on regardless, “In addition to Robert and me, you’ll also serve my 22 guests and come to realize that this is your only purpose in life; this is what you deserve.”
Back down slammed the toilet seat. Mistress Eva returned to the house to prepare for her party, while Claudia was left to stare at the barn ceiling and dwell on these new revelations.
This was even well beyond Claudia’s worst fears. One thing was for certain though, this was exactly what she deserved. She had no one to blame but herself and the naivety she’d carried throughout this whole ordeal. Claudia sobbed for a while, occasionally joined in chorus by a moo from the cows, but even crying was challenging through the fastened gag, nose hook and collar. Making matters worse, her stomach was now in pain as she really needed to shit. Being so consumed by the night’s events slowly unfolding before her had distracted her from her bowel movements. Claudia was in pain and so upset with herself that she tried forcing it out through the plug. She only succeeded in peeing herself and squeezing some runny excretion of warm mush around the anal plug; creating a sodden diarrhea-
Claudia knew the worst was still to come. Multiple random strangers shitting in her mouth and on her face, she could already hear people chattering inside the house. Desperately she hoped that Mistress Eva was bluffing and that this was all some twisted mind game. Suddenly, she heard the voices of 2 men approaching. She recognized one of them as Robert and sure enough he peeped in along with a bald, bearded man to admire Mistress Eva’s work.
“Here she is,” said Robert. “Wow, Eva really did do a job on you. Maybe I was wrong after all. I’m really going to enjoy dropping a massive shit in your throat.”
Claudia squirmed. She had no idea why? She wasn’t going anywhere. It was probably out of the sheer horror of Robert’s very real threat.
“Your wife really likes luring in the newbies,” added the other man. “You have no idea what you’re in for sweetie.”
“Go ahead,” urged Robert. “Have the first honors. I’m brewing mine up for later.”
“Well, I only need to piss right now, but I may as well christen her with that. She looks too clean and prim,” replied bearded man as he unzipped a large, hairy penis out of his trousers. Claudia let out a whimper and a cry. She squirmed again in fear, this time trying to move her face, but that only rewarded her with futile pain. She could do nothing but lie there and hope he’d miss. She remember how it infuriated her when Thomas missed the bowl when they lived together. How ironic this now was.
The man towered over the trough with his dick aimed at Claudia’s throat, she flinched as the first few drops landed on her forehead, followed by a consistent stream of urine soaking her from the shoulders up. She coughed and spluttered which was in itself painful due to the restraints on her face. Her mouth filled with warm, salty piss and she coughed again; accidentally swallowing a few gulps. With her eyes closed she couldn’t see that Robert had decided to take a piss as well. He began raining down on the rest of Claudia’s body while she continued coughing.
“Don’t choke now, there’s still a party to serve,” said Robert.
Claudia was soaked in a lot of piss and its accompanying smell, but even that was the least of her problems now. She overheard Robert talking to the other man as they walked back to the house, “We might leave her behind the cows for the night,” he said.
Claudia’s baptism of fire was unrelenting, she couldn’t imagine any way the night could get worse, but at this stage she didn’t want to tempt fate. She tried hard not to break down among the feeling of anxiety, constipation, nausea, and the idea of a whole party of strangers (and cows) shitting in and around her mouth.
Again some footsteps. Claudia heard someone walk into the barn and waited until a slightly rotund blonde woman with a crop-
A small fart escaped the woman’s asshole as it tensed and flexed. With her stretched nostrils Claudia caught all of the scent. It made her realize that there wasn’t much clearance between the woman’s asshole and her mouth, maybe 20 or 30 centimeters. Much to her dismay it seemed to align perfectly. So far the trough was proving itself to be modified with acute precision.
“Maybe the shit will curl away from my mouth,” went Claudia’s wishful train of thought again. The woman peed first, Claudia was so fixated on her ass that it caught her off guard. This time it mainly sprayed on her neck and chin, running down the back of her head. The woman farted again and Claudia quivered as she could see the woman’s rectum shifting in the well lit up barn. The smell of the woman’s asshole was already so strong and pungent, even before a log of shit started to poke its head out. The soft crackling sound of waste being squeezed out of someone’s rectum was so excruciatingly loud right now and Claudia helplessly watched. She didn’t want to, she wished she could just close her eyes and zone-
The woman’s log approached so slowly that Claudia almost wished it would just fall and put her out of her misery. At the tip a small nugget was quickly detached and landed on her top lip and front teeth. Seconds later, the woman clenched, breaking it off and landing it right on target. Two nice logs lay comfortably inside Claudia’s mouth, with one log slightly peering out as it leaned against the crevice between Claudia’s top and bottom lip. The dental gag was very effective in its design, as it there was no obstruction in front of Claudia’s open mouth, with the top and bottom bars curling nicely around the lips.
The woman splattered out 2 more small chunks which landed just under Claudia’s right eye and on the dorsum of her nose; dangerously close to her hooked nostrils. Claudia’s experience as a toilet slave had officially begun and she quickly learned that other people’s feces smelled far worse than hers. The woman stood up and Claudia could see that she was wiping her ass with Claudia’s peach colored dress. That explained where she had disappeared to earlier. Like so many other things, it had never occurred to Claudia where the guests would wipe themselves clean. She had no idea how she was going to make the long journey back to London and she wasn’t banking on Mistress Eva giving her any fresh clothes; not on the evidence of her hospitality thus far.
Part 5 – Conditioning of a Toilet Slave
By this point it wasn’t any consolation that the first shit Claudia had received was from a woman. At the end of the ordeal what difference would it make? However, the woman’s shit was moist and soft in texture, just as she preferred. If not by smell, its other properties reminded her of her own stool. If this was the extent of her session she would have been delighted. Claudia remembered the dildo in her pussy and felt a wet gush, with a hot flush reminding her of the fantasies she’d had about being degraded.
Deciding to enjoy the moment while it lasted, she began to writhe and moan in pleasure against the piss soaked floor, trying hard to create friction with the dildo lodged deep inside. Inside her anal passage the mixture of her own runny fecal liquid and the rippled anal plug was inspiring unprecedented arousals. She pressed her chastity belt down against the floor with her pelvis, and began rocking it back and forth. The double penetration, diarrhea seeping from her chastity belt, soaked in piss, shit in her mouth; she was unexpectedly on the cusp of coming. So consumed by it all, she didn’t hear Mistress Eva coming in with another guest. With her eyes were closed she didn’t even realize that the 2 of them were watching over her. Mistress Eva eventually chimed in to put an end to her short-
“My, my, look at you. Haven’t you come a long way you filthy little parasite. I don’t believe I said you were allowed to enjoy yourself?”
Claudia jolted with fright.
“Shitlips, Meet Master Klaus. Master Klaus, Shitlips. Master Klaus doesn’t need to shit right now, but he has another gift for you.”
Master Klaus, a tall fair-
Another horrible twist. This night was full of endless surprises. Again, Claudia could nothing but stare up at the generously endowed cock that was being wanked above her face. The temptation of Claudia’s elongated nostrils proved too great for Master Klaus. He wiped his tip up and down them and Claudia received the strong scent of his manhood. Although she couldn’t see the glisten of pre-
Another generous squirt streamed straight down into her mouth with enough force that she felt it land on the previous woman’s shit. The next spray glazed the roof of her mouth. The flow kept going, another excited splash flashed up and over her left eye; making a little pool above her eyelid. She could see streaks of semen bridging over her eyelashes, threatening to fall in her eye. A sharp streak split right down the middle of her face. Running from her chin to bull’s-
Master Klaus bowed out with one last dollop in her mouth which Claudia could sense trickling down to the entrance of her throat. As she gargled Claudia tried breathing deeply in an attempt to prevent swallowing, but she slightly dislodged some of the shit; shifting it precariously close to her throat.
“Careful now,” smirked Master Klaus, enjoying the fact Claudia was struggling with her predicament. The climate inside Claudia’s mouth was heavy with the stench of excrement and the mist of semen. Her careful breaths now rich with their flavor.
Klaus was now done ejaculating and under the instructions of Mistress Eva, he signed off by peeing over Claudia’s legs and feet; leaving all of her undergarments drenched in the urine of strangers.
“We don’t want anyone’s piss to wash the putridness off your face, do we Shitlips? Explained the Mistress. “And let’s be honest, for a face and mouth like yours, even piss is too good.”
Mistress Eva then asked Klaus to depart. “Leave us Master Klaus. I need some time alone with my new toilet.”
Now Mistress Eva was in proper Mistress uniform. Black, thigh-
“Now that the boring formalities are done with, let’s make you……repulsive,” she announced.
Claudia could see the perfection in Mistress Eva’s ass as she positioned it directly above her cum and shit filled mouth. She wasn’t using the toilet seat though, instead lifting it so that she could come in deeper and closer to Claudia’s mouth. Despite Mistress Eva’s ass hovering merely centimeters away from her face, Claudia still noticed the definition in her thigh muscles as she squat with impeccable poise and posture. Mistress Eva leaned forward and peered down at Claudia’s face, fixing her aim to the precision of millimeters.
“You’re about to find out why I’m the best scat Mistress in England,” she promised. “Just as Klaus is known for his loads of cum, I’m famous for the size of my shits, and I can drop them exactly where and when I want them.”
Claudia was terrified. She didn’t know where to look as she glanced between the tensing rectum before her and Mistress Eva’s look of concentration. Both the Mistress and Claudia gasped as her asshole opened far wider than the other woman. Testament to how close she was, Claudia could already taste and smell every particle of defecation that was waiting for her inside those bowels. Nothing came out the first time, so she gave Claudia’s lip’s a little courtesy rub with her asshole; smearing some previous residue. The sphincter opened up again to a loud crackling sound followed by a roar of flatulence. Claudia braced again. More than ever, Claudia was feeling each and every restraint that Mistress Eva had strategically placed against her face and body, she knew it would be futile trying to evade what was imminent.
Another push and this time the gates had opened. Out rushed a thick, controlled snake of bright brown shit. With the cocktail of muck that was already in her mouth, Claudia could only take a few obstructed breaths before impact. Her clenched throat closed milliseconds before the heavy load collided against the closed wall at the rear of her mouth. She knew she would soon be relying on her stretched nostrils as her sole source of air.
Claudia was struck by the intense odor in the vicinity of her heavy breathing nostrils. The thick, creamy flow of shit unrelentingly filled her mouth. It was even softer than the other woman’s and Claudia felt its growing weight. Mistress Eva, pulling back on her ass cheeks, carefully swiveled in circular motions so that Claudia’s mouth filled like a soft serve cone full of chocolate ice-
Claudia lay in shock as he mouth filled to the top and still the Mistress continued shitting. The pile rising up and blanketing her teeth and lips before forming a neat, brown mountain poking out at the top. It was the perfect dump. All of Claudia’s taste buds and oral senses were painted in the vile flavor of feces; a gag inducing bitterness. Unlike the times she had her own shit in her mouth, she found the taste to be putrid, but had to constrain or risk swallowing.
Claudia’s heart rate was blending into one consistent buzz of ferocity. Breathing deeply through her nose, she became nervous when she realized that Mistress Eva wasn’t finished, she was merely pausing and taking new aim. If not for the dread, Claudia might have been impressed with such control. Another stream came faster this time and Claudia sealed her eyelids just as her eyes were splattered with falling excrement. Mistress Eva gently swung her ass from side to side as shit piled up over Claudia’s eyes and forehead. Claudia’s world was turning brown.
Claudia could only imagine how long Mistress Eva had been holding onto that monstrous dump. The shit was warm and rich. Claudia tried to flick her face with the tiny amount of movement conceded, but all she did was force a feculent wave of brown lava caressing over her lips in both directions. It covered from above her upper lip to halfway down her chin. Even on each side of her face a thick, brown tide ran down her blush covered cheeks to completely alter her desired complexion. The shit over her eyes stayed firm, apart from some narrow streams down the side of her forehead. She wanted to cry, but it was impossible due to the hazardous load her face was holding. The sheer size and runniness of the texture meant that it was waiting patiently for an opening and for gravity to allow its passage further south. She held back the tears as her spirit was on course to obliteration.
“Are you there Shitlips? Can you hear me?” called Mistress Eva. “Of course you can, your ears aren’t covered with shit, not yet anyway,” she threatened. “I know you can’t see me right now, so I’m letting you know that my shit is not over yet.”
A stunned Claudia couldn’t fathom how that was possible, but she believed it. She’d learned enough by now and she was certain she knew where the next release would be aimed at. She felt Mistress’ hand grab her by the hair. The sound and smell of bodily gases pushing more shit out of Mistress Eva’s anal passage made Claudia hyperventilate through her nose. She knew her hooked nose was an atom’s length away from this vicious anus, but all she could do was wait. Mistress Eva stalled her release a little, waiting for a build-
Claudia was in agony. Unable to see or breathe through her mouth, she knew what was coming and knew it was seconds away. The shit filling her mouth held its warmth and its taste, the load covering her eyes kept its firmness. In the complete darkness she felt Mistress Eva’s ass press against her unprotected nostrils. Her redlining palpitations skipped about 3 seconds. Then, a thunderous fart was followed through with a generous amount of shit, pushed right into Claudia’s nostrils. The grotesque matter force fed its way deep through her nose. Claudia was still hyperventilating at the point of impact and ingested some shit up into her nasal passage; it stung. The Mistress finally let up and Claudia blew out as much of the blockage as she could so that she could once again breathe.
“You can relax now, Shitlips, I’ve finished shitting,” assured Mistress Eva, wiping her ass with Claudia’s dress. “But that doesn’t mean the fun is over.”
Claudia knew by now not to underestimate the Mistress, but nothing could prepare her for what would come next. She waited in blindness for the next move. Relying only on her hearing, she heard 2 tearing sounds. Was she tearing her dress? Suddenly, she felt the mountain of shit in her mouth being pushed down. Claudia’s throat was still sealed shut, but she couldn’t free her tongue to push back. With the exception of the shit on Claudia’s eyes, Mistress Eva compressed the rest of the load into Claudia’s mouth, bulging out her cheeks and filling in any empty gaps between her lips, teeth, and right up to her gums. Then, against her bloated cheeks and over her lips she felt an adhesive substance being padded down. Duct tape. A few more tears of tape padded carefully over the mouth and around the gag by the Mistress. Claudia realized that she was trying to seal the shit inside her mouth. There was so much feces compressed in her mouth that she couldn’t even moan, groan, or grunt. Claudia dared to ponder where she was going with this.
There was a snapping sound next to her ear. Claudia was trembling violently, even with all the restraints. Mistress Eva replied with a little chuckle that was as devious as it was sinister. The snapping sound stopped and Claudia felt whatever it was rubbing against the top of her nose, occasionally sweeping some residual shit into her hooked nostrils. Claudia would only force it back out again with her breath, but she was racking her brain as to what Mistress Eva had in her hand. Her inquisition was interrupted by a firm clamp over her nose, sealing her nostrils shut even with the hooks inside.
Claudia was so shocked and distressed that she accidentally opened her eyes beneath the hill of semen and shit. Her panic Claudia exhausted her breath in seconds. Underneath her brown face she was turning blue. Her body writhed in violent spasms within the minimal confinements of clamps, collars, and chains. It actually shook the iron trough a little, which was impressive for a girl Claudia’s size.
“Oh my God! She’s trying to kill me,” thought Claudia as she tried resisting, but the Mistress didn’t call her bluff.
“Swallow my shit you worthless whore,” she chanted. “Trust me, it’s easier.”
Claudia opened up her throat and began ingesting chunks of shit. The dynamics of her situation and not being able to use her tongue made it challenging to do without choking or gagging. She snorted a great deal into her nasal passage which was now completely clogged with shit. The sound Claudia made as she chugged down a succession of chunks was harrowing. Underestimating how incredibly hard it is to swallow without the use of tongue, Claudia began coughing uncontrollably until the Mistress removed the tape and clamp to allow her some respite.
Most of the shit had been force swallowed so now a breathing path had been created, but there was still a decent amount of shit left in her mouth. Claudia was convinced she was going to die, either from swallowing so much shit or by choking in the trough where she lay.
Mistress Eva came in to reassure her. “Don’t worry Shitlips, I won’t let you die. Without you I wouldn’t have a toilet slave and I don’t know where I’d find a shit pig as worthlessly filthy as you.”
During her frenzy, Claudia accidentally pushed about half of her shit past the anal plug, through the chastity belt, and into her white, frilly panties. Mistress Eva could see it and was delighted.
“You’re turning out to be the best toilet slave I’ve ever had, by that I mean the filthiest.”
Now, Claudia was officially broken. She could offer no further fight, deciding to accept her torture from here-
Part 6 – Life of the Party
Word of Claudia had spread to the many of the other guests at the party, thanks to the handful who had already been in to see her. Despite Mistress Eva’s ruthless reputation, few had expected such a brazen and public exploitation of a submissive. Many were too scared to ask about the ethics involved in procuring such a slave. Eva was not only a Mistress of commanding stature, but at times she could be as intimidating to her peers as she was to her slaves. Either way, a crowd of 8 had now gathered in the barn and Claudia could hear Mistress Eva orchestrating proceedings. With the help of some surgical gloves, she pushed the shit off Claudia’s eyes and ran it through her hair; turning her black bob cut into brown sludge. Now Claudia could watch again as a new chapter of her degradation was about to initiate.
The crowd wowed at Claudia’s securement as a human toilet and at the trough’s functionality.
“I designed it myself. The brainchild of my perversions,” boasted the Mistress; referring to the trough. “This is the second subject I’ve tried it on. I’ve made some tweaks since then that I can see executing their intended functions exactly how I imagined. She may very well be my greatest finished article,” smiled Mistress Eva as she looked down on Claudia’s brown, empty eyes. The crowd started circling in like vultures on a carcass.
“There will be no pissing on her face,” demanded Mistress Eva. “Shit and cum are the only things those lips and face warrant. You can piss on her body if you wish.”
Claudia, who now looked emotionless and expressionless, just stared straight up without making any eye contact with anyone; unfazed by the gathering group preparing to defile her. Some of the men started masturbating while others continued admiring the design and effectiveness of the trough while plotting their move.
Claudia felt the first drops of anything since Mistress Eva had finished. She instinctively glanced forward to see an attractive Asian woman, roughly in her forties, standing and pissing over her waist area with her black leather skirt scrunched up in her hands. Once finished, she bent over towards Claudia, placing her hands each side of the trough to support herself, and then stared and smiled. Mistress Eva walked over to help spread her ass cheeks and gave the woman a spank of encouragement as she prepared to shit over where Claudia’s legs lay. In a barn in the chill of winter and in her underwear; Claudia hoped her shit would be warm. A spluttering shower of thick diarrhea sprayed out of the Asian woman’s asshole, covering Claudia’s right leg and much of her left. It was warm. With the tilt of the trough Claudia could feel the spillage running down beside her body. She could just see her favorite shoes in the horizon of her eyesight. They were splattered with brown specks of diarrhea overspray. “Good,” she thought.
Another man had taken up squatting over Claudia’s chest and curled out a huge dump in a bun shape across where the Mistress had written her ‘endearing’ message. It was sticky and heavy; Claudia smelled it immediately even over the smell of everything else. A couple of moist chunks still stuck to his ass eventually landed right on her nipple, while another many joined in on the other side and covered her breast with a mushy, chunky blob. The temperature in the English countryside had really dropped now and Claudia could see the rising steam of the fresh deposits. She felt another long load fall on her stomach, by now there were now so many people standing over her that she didn’t even see who it was. It was turning into an onslaught. It certainly seemed as though they saved their shits as Mistress had promised. So far each contributor had offered significant quantities. Mistress Eva even had laxatives on hand for anyone who needed extra assistance. Claudia, such an innocent unblemished girl not so long ago, was now the subject of a vicious scat bukkake.
Robert and the bearded man had returned at the time 2 men were simultaneously ejaculating over Claudia’s face. Thick cum covered one eye which Claudia reopened again, anyway. Her hair, forehead, nose, mouth, and cheeks also got a good coating. Some semen began trickling down the side of her face and into her ear as Claudia’s face resembled an icing covered chocolate cake.
Robert’s bearded friend, whom he referred to as Master Arthur, sat up on the toilet seat. He looked much fatter from under his ass and had a huge scrotum which dangled like wind chimes on a porch. Every fiber of him looked repulsive and unclean. He shat instantly and violently, while pissing out over Claudia’s body, spreading out some of the shit on her chest. The dump hit and covered Claudia’s face and mouth with enough potency for her to make a sound like she’d been punched in the stomach. His shit was rancid, thick, but pliable. Claudia noticed a streaky texture and some bits of food she couldn’t make out. Mistress Eva began walking over with the nose clamp, ready to activate the flush function that had worked so well earlier, but to her amazement Claudia was already gargling and swallowing down Arthur’s dense dump. The Asian woman was so impressed she applauded. Acceptance hadn’t made swallowing any easier for Claudia as she still burst out into a long coughing fit.
“Take that gag off her,’ said Robert. “She’s good to go on her own accord it seems. She’ll swallow easier without the gag.”
Just as the Mistress was about to oblige one of the guests spat on Claudia’s face.
“What did I fucking say earlier?” barked and enraged Mistress Eva. The man, young and well built, was the type of handsome guy Claudia dreamt about in high school.
“Sorry Mistress,” he replied.
“Spitting is for school children, it’s what they do in the yard when they bicker. Is that what it looks like we’re doing here?”
“No, not at all Mistress.”
“Good! Now that we’re clear, suck that back up it’s taking up valuable space that could be filled with excrement.”
The young man froze and gave the Mistress a sheepish half smile as if waiting for her to let him in on some cruel joke. Realizing she was deadly serious, his face turned pure petrified.
“I-
“If you don’t do it you might easily find yourself in her place,” bellowed the irritated Mistress. “Fucking amateurs,” she grumbled as the man sucked his spit back off Claudia’s face. Claudia could see the dejection in his eyes and could sympathize.
Mistress Eva now leaned in to Claudia, “This is your chance to prove yourself Shitlips. I’m going to be extremely gracious and remove your gag,” she explained. “That way you can serve my guests more efficiently. You should consider yourself very fortunate as we’ll give you lots more shit to get down that waste pipe throat of yours.” Claudia stared and listened intently. “If you perform your duties as a toilet slave over and above expectations, you shall be rewarded.” Claudia was clueless to what a ‘reward’ from the Mistress would pertain, but she nonetheless intended to meet the objective.
The disclaimer continued. “However, if I deem your performance to be unsatisfactory, the gag will go right back on and you’ll be placed under the asses of 8 cows with this on your nose.” Mistress Eva displayed a few snaps of the clamp she’d used to great effect earlier. “Trust me, cow shit is much heavier and coarser than human shit. Do you understand Shitlips?”
Claudia nodded using the few millimeters of play she had available to her, in fact, only Mistress Eva was close enough to actually observe her acknowledgement.
With the dental gag unbolted, Claudia felt strangely liberated, despite everything else still being clamped, chained, hooked, or penetrated. Without even realizing she licked a layer of shit off her lips in preparation of things to come. The barn was buzzing now, Master Klaus had returned with 2 new women and Master Arthur stood with 3 more men dressed like bikers. There was also a separate group of 4 elaborately dressed women of which 2 turned out to be shemales; one was obvious whereas the young Asian one looked every bit female until she dropped her panties in preparation of her ‘gift’ to Claudia. Only the young guy that Mistress Eva had reprimanded seemed to have left. Claudia guessed that there were at least 20 people in the barn now and she was the center of their attention.
Everyone was so enthusiastic now that no one wanted to use the toilet seat. One of the men who ejaculated on Claudia earlier and one of the biker looking men faced off ass-
Robert was up next. “Clean my asshole slave,” he commanded as he pressed it right against Claudia’s lips, smearing the other shit on Claudia’s cheek with his ass. She licked his crack up and down and slowly over his asshole. A tearing fart ruptured and she felt the gale force of gas go right into her open throat. She then pierced her tongue through his sphincter and another fart squeezed out while her tongue was deep inside. She felt its density coat her tongue and lips. Claudia pushed it in as far as she could and curled it around the interior of anus. The more she swirled around in there the more fecal matter, hair, and collection of lint built up on her tongue. Laminated by a film of anal material, she retracted her tongue and sucked it clean before sucking on Robert’s flexed asshole.
Robert’s ass was large and Claudia couldn’t see anything else, but she did feel someone hold her foot and shit on it, along with her once white shoes. She felt more shit being laid along her opposite leg and some drops of cum falling in her hair. In the middle of this sensory overload, Claudia watched as the rectum so close to her face discharged rapidly. Robert’s shit spewed out thick and fast; pressing against her mouth, teeth, lips, and face to form a brown mushroom cloud to which she almost disappeared under. It was another massive shit and a lot was in her mouth and over her nostrils.
“Chew it,” demanded Robert.
Claudia chewed enthusiastically, she could taste different textures and bits of digested food from the host. Some of the softer shit liquefied and gathered at the entrance of her throat and she gagged as she sent down the first mouthful.
“There’s still so much more,” she thought. She opened her mouth in invitation for Robert to push some more in.
“Good girl. Here you go you hungry little pig,” said Robert, stuffing Claudia’s mouth with chunk after chunk.
By the third mouthful Master Arthur, one of his biker companions, and the man who dumped on her chest had all assembled their cocks at Claudia’s mouth; ready to ejaculate.
“Open up shit pig,” instructed Arthur. “Let’s give you some extra flavor.”
Claudia stopped chewing and opened wide her mouth that was generously full of shit. The 3 of them dropped 3 voluminous loads of cum, mostly in her mouth, with some overspray on and around Claudia’s lips. Claudia also felt a large dollop trickle down her still hooked nostrils to join the shit that was jammed in there.
One they’d finished, Claudia’s mouth was filled to the lips with a scat-
Claudia could taste the different textures and rancid flavors mixing together and opened her mouth to show display the mixture. She chewed a little more until she could swallow it all comfortably. Claudia swallowed successively to force it down. She reopened her mouth to prove her consumption, showing off her brown teeth, gums, and tongue. So dirty was her mouth that the horrid taste was now a constant. It was so bad that Claudia had random gag reflexes even when nothing was in her mouth; which admittedly wasn’t very often.
A proud Mistress Eva surveyed while one of the other women, who’d been watching, complimented her on her putrid protégé.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she remarked.
“You could say she’s still a work in progress,” bragged the Mistress. “Let’s see how she’s developing.” ““What is your name?” asked Mistress Eva.
“My name is Shitlips,” replied Claudia.
“And what are you?”
“I’m a dirty shit eating slave whore, Mistress.”
“Yes, you’re quite the disgusting bitch. And who do you belong to?”
“I am the toilet slave of Mistress Eva.”
Part 7 – The Filth of No Return
This exchange between Mistress and slave, this confirmation of her brutal humiliation, restarted Claudia’s hormonal roller coaster ride. The submissive switch had been activated and she started to get aroused again. More and more people were taking part. Everywhere she looked was a stream of piss, a load of cum, or a dump of turd. Master Klaus was replenishing the shit on her face that she’d previously swallowed and covered her eyes in shit once more. Claudia was completely covered in brown; from head to shoes. She couldn’t see them, the 2 shemales were also shitting on her. She felt them to pack the cups of Claudia’s bra with scat and placed it back over her breasts. They padded shit under her suspenders, while the other stuffed shit into her stockings. The woman who’d been talking to Mistress Eva earlier had a foot fetish and Claudia could feel her forcing her shit between her feet and shoes. Claudia lost count of how many people pissed, came, and shit on her, at her, and in her. It would have to have been close to 20. The trough was a cesspool of defecation and human ejaculate. Its tilt meant Claudia’s head lay at the deepest end of this swamp of sewerage; there was even shit against her ears. Not a single speck of Claudia remained stainless. So many shades, smells, textures, and tastes of different excrement.
Mistress Eva had one more party trick before the night drew to a close. “Now for your reward Shitlips,” she said. Claudia watched as her Mistress collected a mixture of the thick, vile waste sitting at the bottom of the trough, and piled into her mouth as much as it could hold. Claudia felt her mouth filling to the brim, submerging her teeth and slightly surpassing her lips with the moist collection. It had an abomination of everything that had exited everyone’s body over the course of the night. Its consistency soft, creamy, and repugnant.
“Hold that in there and don’t swallow until I say so.”
Claudia’s bowels grumbled with the shit that was still queued up in there.
“Sounds like good timing,” said Mistress Eva.
With her neck still bolted down, Claudia could only feel the Mistress toying at her chastity belt. She wasn’t removing the belt itself, but instead unlocking the dildo and anal plug. Claudia’s moisture let dildo slip out of her with ease. Upon taking the anal plug out, all of Claudia’s built up shit gushed out; with a lot getting caught around the opening of the chastity belt. Claudia moaned, but was careful to keep the payload in her mouth; just as the Mistress had asked her. What she felt next was the gloved hands of Mistress Eva packing her vagina with the shit that had just spewed out her own ass, along with whatever other shit was in reach. Claudia’s thighs were still conveniently chained apart. Mistress Eva continued until Claudia was substantially stuffed like a slimy turkey. She finished off by padding some over her clitoris in completion.
“Now, for a bit of an exchange program,” announced Mistress Eva as she took the anal plug, which was almost as long as a dildo, and started jamming it in Claudia’s shit filled cunt. She shoved the larger dildo in Claudia’s ass and began simultaneously plunging. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” she warned.
“UUUUNGHHH,” moaned Claudia as she thrashed against her many restraints with a mouth full of mixed shits and various ejaculates. The Asian woman came in to help Mistress Eva and took over dildo duties in Claudia’s ass. The two of them could now plough with the gusto of 2 hands. Claudia felt all her oppressions, her life following the expectations of others, of hidden taboos, judgments, insecurities, depression; all being released in squirms and moans as she reached levels of filth that she knew she could never return from.
Claudia arched her torso as much as the neck clamp and thigh chains allowed her. She pulled hard against every restraint. She wanted to come so badly, she wanted to coronate her incredible display of submission. She was so full but wanted nothing more than to swallow the stinking shit mix in her mouth; longing to press her shit lips together and flush it down her throat like the disgusting toilet she was.
“Not yet!” cried Mistress Eva, intensifying her thrust as bits of shit flicked out everywhere. Claudia could feel the shit in her vagina being mashed.
“How badly do you want to cum and swallow?” asked Mistress Eva.
Claudia could only moan in a way she hoped sounded like yes, but it resembled the cows more than anything. She moaned again, as loud as she could, hoping she’d get the permission she yearned. Some shitty fluids ran down the side of her mouth as she writhed, some more ran up into her hooked nostrils as she tilted her head back.
“You have my permission to come, Shitlips.”
Claudia had been freed, and with her cheeks puffing out like a brown blowfish, she sealed her lips over the fecal concoction; chewing and moaning, chewing and moaning, eventually swallowing. She squirted in the violent spasm of her orgasm as submitted all control of her body. Mistress Eva and the Asian woman continued thrusting. By the time Claudia’s orgasm came to rest, she was spent. She lay motionless in her swamp, with the taste of turd occasionally repeating on her.
Part 8 – Until the Cows Come Home
Once all the guests had departed, Mistress Eva came back to tend to her slave. Claudia was still spaced out when she saw the Mistress’ face appear hovering above her.
“You did very well tonight Shitlips,” she complimented. “However, your training is not complete.”
Claudia wasn’t even troubled. She lay in her pool of shit waiting for what her Mistress would ask of her.
“Tonight you will serve the cows,” she instructed.
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Claudia without battering an eyelid of resistance.
“While I granted you the privilege of removing the gag earlier tonight, I will not afford you such luxuries this time. Human shit and cow shit are very different propositions and you must prove yourself.”
“Yes Mistress.”
Mistress Eva bolted the gag firmly to the trough and back into Claudia’s mouth. She also inserted more shit into Claudia’s vagina and locked the dildo back in as well as the anal plug in her ass. Robert helped move the trough to the back of the barn. The cows were tied close together; lined back-
“Place her head between the two bigger cows at the end,” advised Mistress Eva to Robert.
Claudia couldn’t see anything other than Robert and the barn ceiling as she was being transported. Eventually, as the trough was pushed into the waste canal, cow tails and rear ends appeared and surrounded her. They all seemed so massive to a petite girl like Claudia. Ever the perfectionist, Mistress Eva took special care to line up Claudia’s mouth within the firing line of the nearest asshole.
“Leave the lights on, Robert,” directed Mistress Eva. “I want her to watch while awake.”
Robert did as was told and they both left Claudia at the Mercy of the cows. Eight of them, aimed at every square inch of Claudia who was still many shades of brown from the 20 or so loads she’d been served during the party.
Middle of the night in the middle of winter, Claudia was freezing; as was the piss, shit and cum that lay on and around her. The coating of shit covering her entire body was drying and hardening. She trembled against the surrounding steel and restraints. So much so that Claudia began hoping some cow shit would blanket her with some warmth.
Claudia didn’t have to wait long. The cow standing by her hips and thighs, lifted its tail and out surged a gigantic mountain of greenish cow dung. It was so heavy and broad, covering a vast section of Claudia’s body, but it was at least warm. Cow shit smelled different to human shit, it was still distinctly and unmistakably shit, but different. Probably worse thought Claudia as another enormous dump came courtesy of the cow by her left leg and foot. Within minutes that cow by her head and hands pissed out with the force of a fire hose, drowning her in a waterfall of cow urine. She’d blocked her throat, but couldn’t do anything about her nostrils. By the time it stopped Claudia’s mouth was entirely full and had to send it down. She couldn’t believe the volume of piss and shit expelled by the cows.
“At this rate I’ll drown,” she worried.
An hour more had passed and Claudia lay wide awake. Too cold and with too many trains of though screaming through her mind. Sunday day was beckoning and only a few hours away, Claudia had no idea what Mistress Eva had planned for her after this.
“Where do I go from here?” She contemplated. “I have work on Monday.”
There was now a sense in duty and obligation to what Claudia had started this weekend. She wondered how she would escape back to her life without breaking some moral slave code of Mistress Eva’s. Technically she hadn’t consented all of this, but then she wondered if her responding to Mistress Eva’s ad was consent in itself. She incredulously asked herself if now she could, or even wanted to go back to her life and what concessions would be made by Mistress Eva if she did? “The ad said to be ‘used as the Mistress wished’ and I presented myself without rebuttal. “Maybe I subconsciously wanted this all along and that’s why I never spoke up,” she reasoned.
A moving tail caught Claudia’s eye and interrupted her mental crossroads. It was the tail directly above her face. There was no denying her trepidation. Staring straight up at the colossal shit erupting out of the cow’s rectum, plummeting towards her gagged mouth and hooked nostrils. The first impact hurt as it smacked down and Claudia could feel successive lumps landing, repeatedly, for what felt like an eternity. A tide of cow feces spread across her vulnerable face; it ran down over her neck, across the sides of her head, and covering over her hair. Some even made its way as far as Claudia’s clamped hands. It was heavy and coarse, just as Mistress had warned, but it moved like a tsunami; blanketing everything in its path. Dwarfing all the shits that came before it and push itself down, with its sheer weight, into the bottom of Claudia’s mouth. With her nostrils covered, she had no choice but to start gulping it down. She could swallow it down fast enough though. She coughed and choked violently for a while which helped her clear a breathing passage.
This was hard work. Mistress Eva had threatened to clamp her nose, but it hardly would have made any difference. In fact, Claudia believed she was probably worse off now without it, as her nasal passage was blocked by the heavy excrement. Her respite was brief as the dung she’d coughed up began seeping down again. The bolted gag meant Claudia needed to be efficient in her consumption, which was a huge endeavor considering the nausea and the amount of feces ingested thus far. Not having the biggest of appetites at the best of times, she felt sickly and bloated as though she’d gorged on her most hated foods.
Having just swallowed enough to breathe again, Claudia involuntarily regurgitated it back up into her own mouth to create a pool of shitty vomit; which she had no choice but to swallow it down again. It was draining Claudia physically and mentally, but fortunately the next release of hefty stool was from the other cow lingering over her waist area on the opposite side. It pissed first though, like a fire hose, before completing a huge mountain of shit that had been started by the opposing cow. Claudia’s was grateful for its warmth, but was aware that the depth of muck around her head was now at ear level and slowly creeping in.
Next was the cow over her chest and stomach, which up until then had only pissed lightly (by cow standards), eclipsed the moons of Claudia’s breasts with defecation. Her right foot and leg eventually received the same showering of shit the left had and the cow who started it all off would land its second shit right on Claudia’s crotch. After the second cow above her breasts unloaded, the level of shit and urine around Claudia’s head had reached the other edges of her face. What would she do if the level arrived at her mouth and nostrils? Would she be able to swallow fast enough if it flowed over into her mouth?
With a thick layer of shit over her eyes and the level of ‘sewerage’ around her head now over her ears, Claudia could not see nor hear. Almost every part of her body was covered in inches with feces of some description; she was in the process of being buried alive in shit. Sensory deprivation, no sight or sound, and even her sense of smell and taste was clouded by the volume of shit in her nose and mouth.
There was still one cow, the second above her face, who hadn’t shit yet, and its tail was lifting. Not the Claudia could see or hear it. Her last available sense felt the avalanche of fresh cow shit piling up on her face. Claudia knew she couldn’t waste any time, swallowing it while it was warm and soft. It went down easier that way and imagined that this improved technique was all part of Mistress Eva’s intention. Her ‘training was not complete’ she had mentioned earlier. Telltale clues that her service was far from over.
Somehow, Claudia was lucky enough to create a small tunnel of air through the shit in and over her mouth. She could breathe, but it was obstructed heavily enough that she needed constant deep breaths. At least she didn’t have to swallow anymore; for now. For anyone looking into the trough, it would have been hard to identify Claudia if not for the shit covered outline of the lower half of her body. The cows had a substantial food supply in front of them, so as morning broke they just continued shitting. Claudia, still awake and with shit still in her mouth, could feel now that her head was close to be submerged in the rising shit levels. It was right at the edge of her mouth and as she felt the patter of another cow shitting over her breasts, she knew that it was about to start spilling over her lips. She tried pushing up against the gag, but it was bolted hard to steel brackets. The more she pushed the more it hurt her mouth.
Feeling so sick in her stomach from the volume of shit in it; not helped either by the shit and dildos stuffed into her vagina. Then came the spillage; a waterfall of soft, runny sewerage filling the last passages of air in her mouth. Vigorous swallowing was required and Claudia had to oblige or drown, fighting the constant gag reflex from the array of vile flavors. Cow shit, human shit, semen, urine; anything that had collected at the bottom end of the trough was now flowing into Claudia’s mouth.
“I’m going to die,” she conceded. “God knows how much bacteria or viruses I’ve ingested.”
To be continued......
CONDITIONING OF A SCAT SLAVE -
BY SUBTLE SURRENDER (FFM, femdom, toilet training, heavy scat)