Natasha eight
Actually, it should be called Beverly ate
By Will Adams
Thirty-eight-year-old Beverly Natoli saw the dark-brown turd exiting her
mistress's rectum and she was struck by and admired its perfection.
The manure roll, which she would be consuming shortly, was faultlessly
formed, about an inch and a half in diameter, with ridges indicating where
it had laid a few moments earlier in her domme's digestive tract. The scat
tootsie roll was in one way disgusting, but in another it was gloriously
beautiful, perfectly formed human waste from a beautiful young girl about
to turn her into a shit eating whore for the first time. Yes, Bev was about
to become a lesbian scat whore. The smell of the dung offering was awful,
but also highly arousing to Bev as she laid on her bed looking up at the
shit she was about to consume. How, Beverly thought, could an object bring
forth such starkly different emotions as repugnance and passion? But in her
heart she knew that the foul smell was also a part of the attraction of
shit. To perform this appalling service for a teenage girl was a complete
show of submission and it was that acquiescence that Beverly craved. She
had been yearning for it for some time and now her mistress was showing her
how. To be utterly under the control of a beautiful young girl to the
point where she would serve as her shit hole, the submission was a powerful
turnon.
How had she come this far down the road of total degradation ? And how
this quickly?
Beverly was, of course, playing with herself furiously as her mistress had
instructed her to always be doing when she was servicing or about to
service her youthful paramour. Beverly also took time to notice how
beautiful the young girl's asshole was, even with a shit stick popped out
of it. Women's assholes are one of the great beauties of the world, she
thought.
And then she heard the voice of her mistress, spewing filth as vile as that
coming from the pretty teenager's rectum.
"Remember you fucking cunt, don't think, thinking is the lust killer, just
go with the lust that is wracking your body now," her mistress said. "You
know you have been waiting to taste my excrement, do it now and forever
bind yourself to me as one of my totally warped sluts, connected to me
through my shithole. Just like every other first time shit eater, you can
have doubts, but once you taste that guano, you'll love it, within a very
brief period of time, you'll be begging me for it. I promise."
Bev knew her mistress was right, just as the young, 13-year-old girl had
been right about everything since Bev first came under her control.
As she waited for the turd roll to arrive at her mouth, Beverly thought
back to the start of her road to sexual humiliation, degradation and
slavery.
Ever since her mistress had uttered those words, "EAT IT BITCH AND BECOME
MY SLAVE," in reference to her twat, Beverly had been hooked. Hooked on
the twat of her own daughter. Yes, Beverly's mistress was her 13-year-old
daughter, the haughty lesbian dominatrix Natasha Natoli. That had been
only two weeks ago.
After Natasha had blistered her mother verbally, calling her a sick queer
pervert, Natasha had climbed into her mother's bed, languidly spread her
legs and welcomed her mother to continue her dining treat. And Bev, though
her face had been ridden hard by Natasha for the past hour, complied,
crawling between the young wench's legs and licking her to another 10
orgasms over the next two hours. From time to time while Bev ate Natasha,
the girl pulled her mother's hair so hard Bev thought it would come out by
the roots. Natasha had a real mean streak and loved hurting her sex slaves
while they were pleasuring her. She felt it made their perverted
relationships all the nastier as the sluts never let up in their attention
while she inflicted pain. Natasha's favorite punishment was taking the
pliers to her slut Amber Harris' nipples while Amber ate her shit.
Then both Natasha and her mother fell asleep and they awoke the next
morning in the same position, with Bev's face resting on Natasha's thigh,
close to her cooze hole. As Natasha awoke, she immediately started in on
the verbal humiliation.
"Well mother, you sure made a pig of yourself over that twat, it was twat
that you liked to have it called, wasn't it?" she said. "Geez, I've been
eaten by some real pussy whores, but you can top them all, I never have
seen a lesbian slut so hungry for cunt. Well, you are going to get your
fill of pussy from here on out, whenever I say eat, you are to get between
my legs and orally service me.
"Now get your sorry lesbian slut ass out of bed and make me some breakfast,
I'll be down in a few minutes."
When Natasha arrived downstairs, her mother had made some eggs, hash browns
and toast and was waiting further orders from her new owner. Natasha
simply ignored her and started eating. Her mother stood dumbly by her
side, still waiting for instructions from her youthful mistress. But
Natasha just ignored her until she was done with her breakfast. She then
instructed her mother to be seated.
Natasha seated herself with one foot on the chair she was sitting on,
clearly displaying her sexy genitalia to her mother as she spoke to her.
"You know mother we've just started our relationship, there are many other
perverse steps I have in mind for you," Natasha said. "Would you like to
hear about some of them."
Her mother responded, "To be honest Natasha, I've gone about as far as I
can handle and I'd just like to leave it as my serving you orally."
Natasha shook her head.
"No, no, no mother, you can't stop at just sucking my twat, you've miles to
go down perversity alley before you can rest. For example, come over here
and I want you to get to know my breasts."
Bev did lust on those magnificent tits and once at Natasha's side, she got
to her knees, a position she was to learn to love over the coming months.
"Now mother, look at those tits and tell me you want to stop learning to
love me," Natasha told her slut mother. And Natasha smiled as her mother
brought her mouth to the mouth-watering breasts and began to lave them with
her tongue. "That's it sweetie, love those tits just like you are going to
learn to love all parts of me."
Natasha kept after her mother virtually non-stop for the next few days,
introducing her mother to everything from licking her underarms to
inserting most of the girl's foot into her mother's oral cavity. After
nearly four days of continual sexing, Natasha decided it was time to
introduce a new wrinkle, the first of the bathroom games.
"You know mother," Natasha said, "some of my whores ^? and you are
certainly now totally in that category play special little games with me,
but wait, you haven't yet expressed your undying love for me and told me
what you are. Now without any prompting from me, tell me just what a slut
you are."
Bev took a deep breath and launched into what she thought her mistress
wanted.
"Dear Mistress Natasha, you are the love of my life and as you have told me
I am a queer and a pervert since you are not only my Mistress and Owner,
but also my daughter. I have accepted you as my Owner and I'm proud to be
allowed to service you sexually, no matter how much of a deviant weirdo I
am," Bev finished.
"Very good mother and now back to the games, they are called water sports,
but they aren't really about water, they are about urine, my golden piss
and my whores drink it, wash their faces in it, bath in it if I have enough
and I just think you don't know what you are missing."
Bev blushed furiously at the suggestion that she should join Natasha's
other whores in glugging down her daughter's golden nectar. She also
decided it was time to put her foot down.
"Absolutely not Natasha, I have become a total pervert for you, but there
are some things I just won't stoop to and becoming a toilet for you is one
of them," Bev said.
Heh, heh, heh, Natasha thought, we'll see. I'm not going to mention it
again, but I'll bet she brings it up before sunset tomorrow.
"Suit yourself mother, but you are really missing a treat. According to my
other sluts, I have the piss of a goddess."
Natasha let the subject drop for the moment, but she had indeed planted a
seed with Beverly. And Beverly could not get the thought out of her mind.
After eating Natasha to a dozen cums that evening and falling asleep in her
crotch, Bev began to think about Natasha's piss. Did the other women drink
it straight from the source or from a glass, she wondered. How much did
Natasha piss? Did the young girl have a huge bladder to match her big clit
and gaping vagina? Bev fell asleep and dreamed the dreams of the damned,
her head filling with visions of waterfalls of piss, of champagne glasses
filled with Natasha's piss and being hoisted by a room full of subservient
older women. Bev just could not shake the thoughts of her daughter's
urine.
Bev awoke. The thoughts that Natasha had planted had brewed and, just as
Natasha had expected, Bev brought up the subject of urine.
"You know, I wondered how most of your whores drink your piss, from the
source or from a glass or some other way?" Bev asked her nasty daughter.
"Well the truth is, they have done it just about every way imaginable,"
Natasha said. "I really like the ones who are creative in the way they
drink it. Like one of my sluts freezes it, making ice cubes out of it.
Another uses it as a chaser with vodka. Still another likes to drink it
through a straw, creating burps which bring the taste of the piss back up
her throat and into her mouth and nostrils.
"Most of the whores, however, like to drink it from the source, straight
out of my pussy."
Bev told Natasha she thought she was right.
"I would like to partake of your piss, everything else about you is goddess
like so why wouldn't your piss be the same?", Bev asked rhetorically.
"No reason at all," Natasha said, "when would you like to taste my
wastewater? And how?"
"Whenever you are ready Natasha," Bev said, "and as long as I'm going to be
doing it, I'd like to serve as your urinal with you squatting over my face.
The truth is that since you put the idea in my mind I haven't been able to
forget about it. What's more, I know exactly what this will make me, your
toilet, and Natasha I do want to gain that honor of being one of your human
commodes."
"Well right now seems like a good time," Natasha said, "I haven't gone
since getting up this morning and I've got to take a wicked piss. Let's do
it right here on your kitchen table. Why don't you get all your clothes
off and start whacking off while you prepare to take the next step on your
road to degeneracy? Prepare to become a human toilet for your Mistress."
Bev stripped and clambered up on her own kitchen table, a nude, 38-year-old
woman rapidly sliding into lesbian whore degradation as a sex slave to her
13-year-old daughter.
Natasha followed her onto the table and crouched in a squatting position
over her mother's face. Bev looked up into her daughter's gorgeous crotch,
eying her outlandishly oversized clitoris and her eyes came to rest on
Natasha's urethra hole, which Natasha had exposed by taking both her hands
and spreading her labia. The christening of one of Natasha's new human
toilets was almost ready to occur, but Natasha wanted to fill out the
humiliation first. She looked back over her shoulder to be sure her mother
was still playing with herself, knowing that it was important that her
mother experience an orgasm as she drank piss for the first time so she
would become hooked on it.
"So now Mom, it's not enough to just drink my urine, you have to beg for
it," Natasha said. "Your begging will not only make me interested in using
you for this foul purpose, but to complete your own deviance in this
piss-drinking arena, you'll find that begging makes it seem even nastier
and it will increase your own sexual pleasure. So beg whore!"
Bev was learning quickly how it increased her own lust and lechery to beg
for the abuse.
"Please Mistress Natasha, use me as a human toilet, continue my dive into
lesbian depravity. Piss in my mouth, please." When she finished her
monologue, Bev left her mouth wide open.
Natasha was ready and she let her piss out in dribbles, watching as it fell
from her body into her mother's mouth. She loved watching the lascivious
display of her mother being turned into a toilet. After watching the
dribbles, she was ready to turn on her faucet and she prepared to warn Bev,
but first she looked back to ensure that Bev was still whacking off her
cunt. Good, thought Natasha, she'll work herself up to an orgasm while I
piss down her throat, hooking her forever on drinking lesbian urine.
"Ok whore, here comes the flood," Natasha said. "All of my piss whores
tell me this urine flow is the strongest they have ever received.
Bev, who by this time was lost in a fog of sexual lunacy, braced for the
flow. And Natasha didn't keep her waiting, the golden piss came flooding
out of her and Bev thought she was on the business end of a fire hose, so
strong was the flow. The blast of piss immediately filled Bev's mouth and
overflowed, running down the sides of her face, into her ears and onto the
kitchen table. No matter how rapidly Beverly swallowed, she couldn't keep
up, but she tried gamely. The sound of the urine splattering in her toilet
of a mouth, her playing with herself, the taste and smell of urine and the
gorgeous vision of her daughter crouching over her face all combined to
send Beverly into a wave of orgasms. As cum after cum washed over her, Bev
thought `Why haven't I been doing this before? Why have I held back, this
is sex at its best, at its highest level of intensity. Never in all my
years of sexing with men did I ever approach this level of passion and
salaciousness. Gawd, she can use me as a toilet any time if I can only get
one percent of the sexual rush I'm now feeling.'
The flood of young girl urine went on for three minutes and climax after
climax wracked Bev's overheated body. Finally, the flow ended and Beverly
basked in having her mouth taste like piss while her body was bathed with
the after effects of climax heaven.
Natasha could see the lust glazed eyes looking up at her and she knew that
her mother was in sexual paradise. The girl gloated in this latest
conquest of her whore mother.
"I told you piss whore that you'd love it, why did you wait, you subslut,"
Natasha queried.
And now, as another inch of Natasha's slimy turd slid toward her mouth,
Beverly thought how easy it had been to go from piss drinking straight to
shit eating.
In fact, it had been Bev's idea to have her daughter turn her into a
lesbian scat whore. The subject was first broached the day after Bev had
learned to drink urine, after Natasha had used her as a toilet five times.
"You know Natasha, you haven't mentioned scat and I was wondering why,"
Beverly said.
"I figured that sooner or later you'd get around to begging me for a sweet
colon entr¨Ĥe," Natasha said. "I've got too many whores randy for my
bowel cuisine to worry about whether or not you want any."
"I don't know how to say this, but I do Natasha," Beverly was surprised to
hear herself say."
"Again, why not right now, I have to take a big shit so where do you want
it?" Natasha said.
Beverly said right from the source since it had appealed so much to her
before when she was learning to be a piss slut. She told Natasha that
she'd become her shit slut wherever Natasha decided it would be done.
Natasha quickly settled on her mother's bed.
"That way," Natasha said, "every time you go to bed, you'll be reminded
that it was there that you first ate my shit."
Without hesitation, they were both in position, Beverly nude and playing
with her pussy and Natasha hovering over her, about to take a shit in her
mother's mouth.
And now there was no more time for thinking, time only to try to ingest and
digest the huge guano meal that was heading straight toward her mouth.
And Beverly knew that Natasha was right, now was not the time to think,
thinking would only kill the lust that was again wracking her body as she
became a full human toilet, now not only for the girl mistress' piss, but
also for her excrement.
The turd stopped descending and Natasha told Beverly to stick her tongue
out and lick it. Like the sexual automaton that Beverly had become, she
complied and for the first time in her life, a part of her mouth touched
shit. And she liked it. Continuing to play with herself, she found that
she really liked running her tongue over the waste tube hanging from her
daughter's butt hole. She smiled as she realized how well her daughter
knew her; knew her own mother's appetite for sexual degradation and
wantonness. Beverly continued to float her tongue over the crude crap
hanging from her daughter's rear end.
"Ready to eat it mother?" Natasha asked.
"Yes", was the only word Beverly uttered before lifting her head off the
bed and pushing her head upward, took six inches of the turd into her
mouth. As the foul taste and smells swamped her perverse world, Beverly
orgasmed, a sure sign she had fully entered the world of lesbian scat
consumption. She bit off the turd piece and began to chew, the butt treat
overwhelming her taste buds again and sending her into paroxysms of sexual
bliss as ripple after ripple of ecstasy grabbed her body.
Natasha told Beverly to swallow and her mother obeyed, chugging down the
thick brown soup into her stomach. Natasha then wagged her butt and the
remaining shit tube plopped out of her asshole and landed on her mother's
face.
"Pick it up whore and handle it, the shit that you love so much," Natasha
screamed. And, of course, Beverly did, holding the poop roll and admiring
it fully, then she jammed it into her mouth and began to chew.
After Beverly had chewed the foul meal, Natasha told her to open her mouth.
"Kewl," Natasha purred, "I love seeing your mouth filled with that brown
slime that I just shit out. It's gross and you're a sick pervert and I
love to abuse you. Now swallow that crap and maybe I'll give you more
later."
