Orphan Sabrina

PART IV

I was to soon turn 15 years old, almost six weeks away. I lived with the two nuns for over 14 months and experienced extreme brutality and perversions that could stretch the imagination. As I continue telling you the story, Father Gilbert is fucking my pussy and twisting my nipples with his thumb and index finger in each hand. The last two months with the two nuns were very difficult for me physically. I became Sister Isabelle’s personal human toilet. On only one occasion in two months did she use a normal toilet to excrete her bodily fluids, and it was because I did not come to her on time. She gave me a whipping and beating that still has left deep scars on my back and buttocks. From that day on I had to always carry a pager, even getting calls in the early mornings to service unexpected stomach aches and bowel movement.

Sister Isabelle took me on a 3 week vacation during this time. We visited the Vatican and Berlin and parts of Spain. I was never touched in a sexual way during this period, I was only used as her toilet. She always carried a special tube like cylinder that opened wide on one end. She would place it in my mouth and piss or shit in the top area of the tube. There was never a mess because her excretions went directly into my mouth. I suffered from acute nausea in the beginning, but after constant whippings I had learned to consume her waste in silence, as she wanted it. She said I must become a toilet and be in pure silence like she was actually on a toilet bowl. She really did not want to hear or feel that she was shitting and pissing into a girl’s mouth, she was adamant about the “silence”. I soon perfected what she wanted and ate her waste without much noise at all. Over time the whippings slowed down.

She also never used toilet paper to clean her ass or pisshole. I had to use my mouth to clean everything, even the inside of her asshole after a shitting. I had a special container for chemicals to wash my mouth and toothpaste and antacids, I discovered many drugs to support my physical pain that accompanies the consumption of human waste. She brought me to a special doctor and provided me with the medication I needed. I became a perfect human toilet, and Sister Isabelle raved about how detailed I was about being silent and leaving nothing to waste. I remember once we were in a cab in Barcelona, and Sister Isabelle needed to piss. It was at night so the cab driver was distracted somewhat, but Sister Isabelle did not care. She opened her purse, placed my head down on the cab floor and placed the special nozzle into my mouth and pissed away. I thought the cab driver would throw us out of the car, but seeing that it was a nun and she was wearing her religious attire he did not say anything and just continued to drive in the direction we needed to go. I thought to myself, why didn’t he react, maybe he’s seen this thing before and was not shocked.  

Fate had suddenly changed one day when I was singing in the church choir and a very handsome man with a very young girl I’d say about 23 years old sat in the church for Sunday mass. His name, as I soon found out, was Byron Castan. He was only 45 and was one of the wealthiest men in the country. Apparently he made his wealth in the Crude Oil market day trading a system called System 3000 at  ipickedcrash.com. He later told me whispering in my ear that he found this secret math formula online. But he refused to tell me more.

Byron Castan was not a religious man. He attended church today because his mother passed away several days ago and the funeral was in the early morning. He also was a friend of Sister Isabella. Many years ago he actually dated her sister Catherine who was not a nun. During mass he kept on looking at me as I was singing in the choir. His eyes seemed cold but comforting at the same time. After church I saw him talking with Sister Isabella and noticed that he pointed his finger at me and she was nodding her head in affirmation.

I was allowed to be a girl for several months now and so I let my hair grow long. The plastic penis was also removed. I had grown accustomed to it. I became an expert at fucking men and women. My hair was reddish auburn but my eyebrows were more reddish. I was never allowed to shave my pussy, only the tan lines were allowed. I had a full bush even at 14, it was radically strange. My body at 14 was childlike but it was forming into a beautiful womanly shape. My ass seemed to stay small and boyish but my breasts were really expanding at a fast rate. I’m sure if you were fucking my ass from behind without seeing my breasts you’d feel you were fucking an 8 year old boy’s ass. As you can tell I also now had a big problem with cussing. Almost every second word I use is the “fuck” word to express my feelings. I have a big problem with cussing and often get slapped and molested by the nuns at the church for this reason. 

Later that evening Sister Isabelle came to my room to talk. She asked me if I saw a very handsome man in the church today. I said I did. She said Mr. Castan has an enormous Villa in the countryside and he wished to invite me to stay there for 1 month. Sister Isabelle explained that Mr. Castan and his girlfriend Natalia only use a human toilet and they need a toilet in the countryside when they go up. But Sister Isabelle reassured me that I will be able to ride the horses and go to the lake by the Villa and study bible and enjoy myself. Mr. Castan thought I was beautiful but most importantly he was happy to hear that I was Sister Isabelle’s toilet for quite a while now and proficient at my task. He was excited to hear about my ability to be quiet while consuming excrement and urine. Sister Isabelle reassured me that when I come back from my stay with Mr. Castan that I would move back in with Father Gilbert and that I will be sleeping in his bed from now on and not in a separate bed in his room. That was great news and I had a big smile on my face. What a joyous day.

I was picked up by a long black limousine. It was Wednesday evening and all my bags were put into the trunk. The chauffer opened the last door of the limousine and I stepped inside. In the back seat was Natalia, Mr. Castan’s girlfriend. She was Columbian with brunette hair and blue eyes. She had an incredibly gorgeous body with very big breasts and a very narrow waist. She had curly hair and I did notice a bit of acne on her cheeks. She was wearing a black skirt and a satin chemise. I noticed when she turned her legs over that she was not wearing any panties. She was very talkative and said that she’s been Mr. Castan’s girlfriend for 6 years. She was his human toilet at age 17 and he fell in love with her after 8 months. She stopped being his human toilet several months thereafter. She was also an orphan girl like me. For 2 months in the beginning he rarely talked to her but only used her mouth for his bathroom needs, but in time he became very close and passionate with her.

Natalia began giving me details on what is important when being a toilet for her and her boyfriend. Mr Castan, she said, likes to piss and then shit, so that I am left with the shit in my mouth last so I cannot wash it down with piss. For her, she always does the opposite, she shits first and then pisses so that all the shit washes down easily with her urine. Byron always makes things a bit difficult for the toilet but a good experienced toilet, she said, will be able to handle his preferences. I simply nodded my head in understanding.

We finally got to the Villa and the limo entered thru the huge iron gates. It took at least 1 mile until we finally go to the house from the gate. There were beautiful fountains and plants and trees surrounding the property. I was led into the house by Natalia and she immediately brought me upstairs to see Byron Castan. The house must have had at least 35 rooms, it was a palace. The door was opened by Natalia and Mr. Castan was naked lying on the bed while a young boy maybe in his late teens was fucking his ass. He was happy to see me and as the boy fucked him he called me over and shook my hand. He asked me some questions and then he said,  “Sweet Sabrina I would like you to undress and bring your head underneath myself and William (the young boy) and try to lick his balls and my balls as fast as you can while he fucks me. William’s balls were slapping against Byron’s so there was a lot of friction there to have my mouth catch their nuts in my mouth, but I did my best. My face got slapped around for close to an hour. Natalia was impressed and started clapping as I was able to get Byron’s two balls in my mouth for at least a minute while the boy fucked with intensity. She soon bent over and stuck her pussy in Byron’s face as he attacked her pussy and ass like a mad dog.

Byron lifted himself off the bed after all the intense action and asked me to go to the washroom with him. He needed to piss and he said that I should open my mouth wide and occasionally waggle my tongue, but try to drink all the urine best I can. There was no Kleenex in the house, he said, so I would need to clean him after his piss. He started pissing and I was brilliant, I wagged my tongue and drank all of his urine only leaving some droplets at the bottom of my cheek. He was happy and smiled and then he went into the shower. Natalia then accompanied me to my room and told me I should wash up and that dinner would be served in about 2 hours. I unpacked my bags and rested a little.

I dressed in a beautiful but not too formal blue dress and went downstairs to the main dining room. Natalia and Byron were dressed more formally than I and greeted me with big smiles. I sat down at the table and smiled. “Our food will be coming soon” said Natalia. A servant came in and brought Natalia a plate of roasted turkey, he then returned and brought Mr. Castan a plate of sea bass grilled to perfection. I waited patiently for my food. A lady waitress came in and brought me a plate of just released warm shit on a big plate. The piece of shit was one long piece like a snake curling on the plate. I was amazed with shock. Byron said that for supper I will be only eating shit at the table, but for breakfast and lunch I will eat normal food. I was allowed any beverage, so I asked to have some red wine. Natalia and Byron ate their meals and told some jokes and were very cheerful with me as I ate the shit with beautiful silver cutlery. After the meal I went upstairs to my room and took some pills to prevent nausea and organized my clothes and then sat on the room’s balcony and took in the fresh air. “What a mansion” I thought. I could live here all my life.