Shilpa Shitty
It’s January 2007 and Celebrity
Big Brother is in full swing on England’s
Channel 4. Jade Goodie has just been voted off by the viewers for the continued
racist taunts aimed at poor Shilpa, but the show’s
producers’ have hit on a better idea.
Jade exited the house, suitcase trailing behind her. Despite the
lateness of the hour, she still wore her sunglasses, expecting the flashes of
the press photographers and the shouts from the crowd. The reality however, was
a little different. The lot was deserted, not even the show’s host was there to
meet her. Jade stopped, unsure of what to do next. This was not her expectation
at all. How was her image to be maintained if there was no one to fawn over
her, ask her cheeky, intimate questions or simply ask for her autograph ?
2 security men appeared from the shadows
and grabbed her by the elbows “This way” one of them grunted. Jade was led down a narrow
stairway to the lower level of the house. She assumed she was being taken to a
studio in the complex, but the truth would prove much less inviting.
A small door opened ahead of them and the 3
of them squeezed inside. Here at last, there were cameras and monitors and all
the workings of a TV studio, but central to it all was the strangest
contraption Jade had ever seen. What appeared to be some sort of torture
instrument, with a metal cylinder, open topped at one end and connected to
various pipes at the other. A smell of sewerage dominated the room but the
source of which was not evident. Before her poorly educated brain could fully
assimilate the scene the shows host appeared on all the screens around the
room.
“How do you feel Jade ?” She asked.
“Yeah, great” said Jade, “It’s just I’m a bit
confused…” Before she could say anything more, a montage of clips from the past
few weeks of the show appeared on the screen. Played out
before the uncouth girl was the full horror of her treatment of Shilpa, her former housemate. From the comments over
foreign food and eating with one’s hands, to the taunting and racial slurs, the
screaming at and bullying of the famous Indian actress was all there. Jade had the manners to
hang her head, but it was obvious she was more concerned over the effect this
would have on her own career than any real remorse. The sombre face of the
presenter returned. “How do you feel now ?” She
hissed.
Jade made to start a reply but was stopped in her tracks.
“You made that poor girl feel like a piece
of shit !” Shrieked the presenter,
her face turning white with fury. “That’s why we have decided to keep
you in the house a little longer, so you can apologise to all the other
housemates for another 7 days”
Jade nodded vigorously. “Yeah, Yeah of course, I’m like really sorry
and that..”
“Strip her” Whispered the presenter, her
face looming large through the monitors.
The security guards expertly removed all of
Jades flimsy and revealing clothing, even her push up bra and lace up
thong. She was so shocked, she reacted too late to stop them and soon found
herself naked and shivering in the middle of the room.
“Put her in” Commanded the presenter.
The guards lifted the slapper
up and lowered her into the long, coffin like metal tube in the middle of the
room. Her head was secured to a foam pad with a metal strap across her
forehead, her arms and legs were similarly restrained while yet more straps
held her shoulders, midriff and buttocks against more foam topped supports.
When they had finished, Jade could not move an inch. Her eyes roamed around in their limited
field of view, but could not make out any detail other than what appeared to be
a small hole in the ceiling above her. The guards then lifted a cover over the
girl, trapping her within the machine, with just her face protruding. With a
hiss of air, the sarcophagus lifted up towards the ceiling, mating with a large
sealing ring around the hole.
Jade looked up. All she could see was a halo of light from a diffused
circle of some sort and a miniature camera pointing at her face. The roof of
her prison appeared to be made of wood, a small gap all the way around.
Suddenly the roof lifted and she stared straight into the face of her hated
housemate.
Shilpa gave an excited gasp when she saw Jade’s face. The other
house mates also peered in, some laughing, others looking either queasy or
horrified.
“Housemates” the presenter’s voice boomed
“Welcome to your new toilet”
Jade suddenly realised with horror where she was. The circular hole
was the bottom of a normal toilet bowl. Drilled out so that
instead of the bottom of the pan, her face formed part of the sanitary ware.
The roof was in fact the toilet lid and the gap was where the seat rested on
the porcelain. At the moment, there was a small gap around the edge of her
face, so any liquids and small solids would trickle round her chin, but as soon
as any weight was applied to the toilet, it would seal around her face. Jade’s restraints would prevent
her moving or turning her head away from whatever was deposited in the pan.
“Shilpa, would
like to try your new toilet first” Asked the presenter
“Oh yes please !” Replied Shilpa. “Please wait
outside” she said addressing the other housemates.
“That’s fine” said one of them, we’ll form
a queue !”
Shilpa locked the door before removing her knickers and sitting demurely
on the seat. The weight caused the toilet to seal around Jade’s face and the light
gave her an all too clear view of what was to come. Before long, Shilpa farted. The windy, hissy
noise of a stored fart from a lady who does not let go
in public. Jade saw her puckered brown ring flex to emit the gas and was soon
choking in the odour and fumes. Shilpa lifted herself
and peered down into the pan “Do excuse me” she giggled before sitting down
again. Jade watched aghast as Shilpa’s vagina
began to twitch and then a stream of hot piss descended on her face. Soon there
was a lake covering her face. If Shilpa did not stand
soon, she would be forced to open her mouth and drink the foul liquid or drown.
Fortunateley, Shilpa lifted herself to dab herself
with toilet tissue. She also dispensed of this in the pan, watching as the damp
paper moulded itself over Jade’s features and her urine trickle away. With a smile, she flushed
the toilet. The icy cold water cascaded over Jade’s face, carrying away
the urine and used paper, flooding through the gap by her chin and over her
body encased in the pipe. She spluttered and coughed and wanted nothing more
than to wipe her face, but could do nothing. Her ordeal though, was not yet
over. Shilpa sat down again and Jade knew exactly what was
coming.
The brown ring of Shilpa’s
anus flexed again. More farts escaped, but this time they were simply to
announce that something more substantial was on it’s
way. Jade watched as the first soft piece of shit burst through the
chocolate starfish and hung obscenely, inches from her face. After a few
seconds, the turd released itself and fell across Jades face. The shit was
so soft and sticky, it did not roll off, but clung to
her nose and lips. Jade looked up again to see a second, larger piece emerging and took
a breath while she could. More shit followed until the pan was well filled. Jade felt the pressure on
the toilet release as Shilpa stood and looked down.
“Quite a load of crap” she laughed before sitting down to complete the business
of wiping her arse clean. “It’s a shame your tongue won’t reach” she said,
dropping wads of used toilet roll on top of the pile of crap. I do miss having
a bidet in the house.” She stood and flushed the toilet for a second time. The
water carried most of the contents away, but traces remained, particularly
around the edge of Jade’s face. Shilpa found the toilet brush
and flushed again while brushing all around the pan and roughly over Jade’s face as well.
“That’s better” she said as she washed her
hands. “I think I will enjoy this new amenity.”
Jade was too traumatised to reply. There were 7 other housemates left
and she doubted any but her boyfriend would not take every opportunity to
relieve themselves over her.
Over the next hour everybody, including her
boyfriend used the toilet. 2 of the guys, her lover included, masturbated over
her, leaving sticky semen stuck to her increasingly filthy skin. At least with
the men, the urine flowed away quickly. With the girls, they soon learnt that a
good sit down meant Jade had to swallow large quantities of their piss just to survive.
Before they went to bed, Shilpa returned with one
last punishment for the day. She unscrewed a bottle of bright blue disinfectant
and poured it all around the bowl, letting large amounts cover Jade’s face. The liquid
burnt her already raw skin and the cool flush a few minutes later can as
blessed relief.
The light never went out and blazed through
Jade’s eyelids. She slept only a few minutes at a time. This was
planned as the foam pads she was supported on gently moved to prevent pressure
sores and woke her every time they shifted. The housemates visited her a few
times during the night, showering her in the aftermath of their drinking
session, the flows of weak urine and vomit adding to her woes.
The next morning, her first visitors were Shilpa and Jades boyfriend. They entered together and locked the door. Kissing
and cuddling, Shilpa mounted the toilet, her tummy
against the cistern, her bottom thrust back against the thighs of Jade’s man. He soon
obliged and presented an erect cock to insert into her pussy, just inches from Jade’s face. All she could
do was watch as he rode her until he came, his balls pulsating as the sperm was
ejaculated out. As he withdrew, Shilpa’s pussy began
to empty itself into the toilet. Their combined fluids deposited onto Jade’s face.
“Don’t waste it” Shilpa
said, “That’s your breakfast. She ran away laughing, leaving her partner to
shrug, tuck his cock back into his pants and turn away. Jade licked at the salty goo covering her face. The first taste made her realise how
hungry she was. She greedily swallowed all the spunk she could reach, but it
was not enough to fill her up. She would have to wait for the next visitor and
plead for some real food.
