Pooch's Story
Part 5 - The Trial (Part II)
The first two tests had brought Pooch to the very brink of loosing her mind.
While her intellect said obey, do exactly as your told or else the hurt will be
much worse her body only perceived that the more she obeyed the worse the hurt
became and it was time to run away from the pain. The urge to close her eyes
and curl up into a tight little ball was overwhelming. During the short break
between tasks Pooch's intellect was able to regain a larger proportion of
control but she feared that another task that tested her endurance to pain
would be more than she could handle. She would get a break from pure pain. In
its place would come pure shame.
Having been instructed in the requirements of task number three Pooch crawled
over to the couch where the four male jurors were seated. Her back was arched
and her dangling breasts swung from side to side with each stride. Mouth
slightly open she licked her lips and forced a smile trying to entice the
strange men to mount her. Pooch was a bitchslave, part human, part dog. Her
task was to get all four men to come at the same time using her entire body but
not touching their sex organs with her hands. Most importantly they had to
convinced that she was enjoying every minute. Enjoyment was going to be the
last thing that she actually felt. Pooch was no slut. She was an intensely
private person, painfully shy and ashamed of her need to be dominated. The main
reason she had not left Ed, when she was given the opportunity, was that she
couldn't see herself going out into the real world and finding someone else
that could take his place. What would people think when they saw the marks of
ten years of subjugation covering her body. She would be too embarrassed to
expose herself to anyone else but Ed. Now she had to make out like a common
whore soliciting sex from strangers she could never like. The problem was her
life depended on it so the licking tongue, swaying hips and swinging tits
advanced forward.
As she neared the edge of the sofa Pooch leaned foreword rubbing up enticingly
against Steve's leg with her cheek sliding up and down, sticking out her tongue
and panting softly. She then slid her face farther up until it contacted the
surgeons crotch pushing her nose deep into the crevice until it massaged the
very erect penis. Getting these men aroused was not going to be much of a
problem but how she would get all four of them off at the same time was still
a mystery to her. After rubbing up against his crotch for a minute she attacked
his belt buckle with her teeth then moving on to undue the waist band and
pulling down his zipper.
Pooch then latched on to the top of Steve's boxers with her teeth and pulled
them down hooking them underneath his sweaty hairy balls, exposing the excited
cock for all to see. She gave it a long slow lick from the base of his balls to
the tip of the slimy head and then moved her performance over to Garret.
As she moved over Pooch swallowed the precum that her tongue had picked up off
the end of Garret's penis. The smile on her face belied the revulsion she felt.
When she pulled down Garret's zipper and saw the yellow stain on his white
jockeys it turned her stomach. As her tongue snaked through the fly toward his
pulsing dick she could smell the pungent smell of urine and thought, how could
any woman possibly want to do this for a living? Softly and carefully using
tongue and teeth Pooch pulled the rigid snake out from the protection of
Garret's shorts. She used her lips to pull down the foreskin and ready it for
action. He breathed heavily trying to keep himself cool and in control while
all the while he really wanted to shoot his load into the gentle mouth he was
quickly falling in love with. The look of desire never left Pooch's face. She
kissed the cock head then slid over to prepare Jordan.
There was nothing Jordan enjoyed more than being serviced by and dominating
white women. With Pooch on her hands and knees prepared to expose his manhood
with her docile mouth he was in his glory. Jordan sat on the sofa legs spread,
his body language saying service me bitch. Pooch had never had sex with a
black man. She didn't feel she was a racist but still she felt that somehow
this was an another step in her degradation. It was Jordan who had come up
with the pussy whipping test. She hatted him. "Lets go bitch. Show me how much
you love black cock".
Don't these guys ever wash?, thought Pooch as her mouth worked on freeing
Jordan's dick. The mingled smells of sweat, urine and precum was turning her
stomach.
As her mouth began inhaling the dirty dick she heard Mark get up and pull down
his own jeans. Apparently he had grown impatient. He moved behind her and
placed his hands on her waist. Her rape was about to begin.
Jordan grabbed Pooch by the hair and shoved her head down on his cock gagging
her with his dick. At the same time Mark thrust deep into the cunt he had so
savagely whipped just minutes before. Once again Pooch was thrown into a world
of pain she dared not try to escape. Garret climbed on top of her hips,
positioning himself ahead of Mark he pushed into Pooches dark hole restretching
the skin just ahead of her anus that had been torn preparing for the whipping,
Each thrust by either Mark or Garret seemed to rip her apart. "Move it slut",
boomed Mark, "if I wanted a dead lay I'd be humping Jasmine." Agonizingly Pooch
started to move back and forth in rhythm with the two men at her rear. Each
thrust brought a fresh jolt of ripping, tearing pain. At the other end her
ability to breath was seriously jeopardized by the smelly cock lodged in the
back of her throat. "What are you going to do about Steve?", joked Jordan. "You
seems to be out of holes bitch".
For Jordan it was funny for Pooch it was cause for more panic. What could she
do? She had to get all four men off at once. Her mind raced. She was rewarded
with clarity. Pooch suddenly understood what she had to do and how the previous
tasks were in preparation for her rape. Pooch grabbed her burning breasts with
her hands hand started slapping them together.
"I think she wants to tit fuck you Steve", said Mark. "You better get
underneath".
Steve slid his hips underneath Pooch's tortured tits. Pooch lowered her chest
and grabbed Steve between her tits pushing them together from the side with her
hands squeezing his throbbing cock. She started into a rocking rhythm moving
her rear back and forth her chest up and down and her head up and down together
with her chest.
Sweat poured out of her body in response to the strain as well as the pain. She
was exhausted. As she sensed the men were approaching climax Pooch began to
moan. She thought she had better fake it.
Garret and Jordan shot their loads at almost the same time. Pooch first gagged
and then stifled a cough in a desperate attempt to contain Jordan's sperm
within her mouth. The stifled cough sent some of his seed up and out her nose.
She tried to snort it back in. "Mmmmm" she moaned as she swallowed the vile
load.
The two men fucking her pain centers came shortly after covering her chest with
cum and leaving her with a dripping anus and cunt. There was a fair bit of
blood mixed with the jism dripping from her cunt. Pooch was so relieved it was
almost over.
She crawled over to Mark and used her mouth and tongue to clean up his penis.
Jordan was cleaned while being serviced so he was OK. Mark was cleaned next.
Garret was the nasty one to clean up since he had been in her shit hole but at
this point Pooch didn't much mind. Soon she had put away the blanket placed on
the carpet for her performance and returned the coffee table to its proper
spot. Eyes on the torture of Jasmine she awaited task four.
"Did you enjoy your time with the boys?", asked Marla.
"Yes mistress, I loved serving them", came the reply.
"Would you like to fuck them again?.
"If it pleases you I would love to fuck them again".
"Well, if they decide to let you live I am sure you will get many opportunities,
but now It's time to see if you can please the ladies. I am sure you will enjoy
servicing them as much as you enjoyed doing the men. Now since using your hands
directly wasn't allowed when you did the men it would only be right that they
be off limits with the ladies too. Obviously you can use your mouth on one of
the ladies. Greta was nice enough to bring in this very special device that she
calls her Rebel Tamer. She says one session with it will turn the toughest man
into a whimpering docile lamb".
Marla held up a shiny black strap on dildo that was very large though not
monstrous, maybe two and a half inches in diameter by a foot long. On the back
end there was a rubber cup shaped to conform to a girls crotch with a series of
thin, soft rubber fingers that would stimulate her pussy and especially her
clit as the dildo moved back and forth. The business end of the Rebel Tamer had
a feature Pooch had never seen before.
Running up the entire length of the instrument were twelve pairs of rings that
looked like very thin metal washers. There was a space of a couple of
millimeters separating the rings in each pair.
"You will notice these rings", said Marla. "As this moves back and forth in your
hole the rings are pushed together caching and pinching any flesh caught
between them. The grip isn't strong enough to actually cause much damage but
I'm told it feels like someone has gone to work on your insides with a dozen
pairs of pliers. To add to the stimulation Greta has also brought in this
special lubricating cream mixed with avery special hot sauce. It's the hottest
hot sauce we know of. Since it's mixed in with grease and not water soluble it
stays were it's put for a very long time. You should find this combination
extremely stimulating. Now, spread your cunt lips I want to see how much damage
there is. Marla came over to examine Pooch's severely damaged vagina. Pooch
held it spread open for examination with her finger tips.
"It looks pretty bad", said Marla. Greta is going to have to make use your ass
hole. You will make these ladies feel very special, remember that they are your
mistresses as much as I am when you are servicing them. I think you should
start with your dog act and then they will direct you from there. You can lay
the blanket down in front of Shandra.
I think she is going to stay in her seat. Don't forget to thank the ladies when
they're finished. I want a special thank you for Greta. Go ahead".
With each new step in the trial Pooch was becoming increasingly humbled.
Where at first she thought she could triumph over pain she found that the most
she could hope for was to keep her sanity and that was a huge struggle that she
had been on the brink of loosing several times. Her sense of shame was being
taken away from her. It was another possession, a part of her personality, that
she was no longer allowed to have. How much more of her personality will she be
forced to give up? She was acting like a common whore and now she would be a
lesbian whore. Though she still felt shame she could sense this would fade with
time and repetition. This loss added to her sadness. Physically she was
exhausted. All her muscles ached from both the earlier beating and the recent
rape. Her breast were still on fire and her pussy was hyper sensitive to any
stimulation at all. A raging thirst was becoming a focus point. She had been
sweating profusely and hadn't had a drink since the afternoon. Pooch new that
soon her ass would be a new source of torment. It scared her because in every
previous task tonight the consequence had been worse than she had imagined.
There was no reason to expect that it would be any different this time. Pooch
crawled over to Shandra, back arched tits swaying and rubbed her cheek on
Shandra's red nylons. This was the most revolting thing that she had ever done
and it was only the beginning. Shandra grabbed Pooch's hair with both hands
and violently yanked her head back. Pooch inadvertently looked into Shandra's
eyes. The madam's right hand immediately let go of her hair and delivered a
series of three full force slaps to the slaves face. Pooch was stunned.
"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid or what?, spit out Shandra.
"You know you never look a superior in the face!!" "I'm sorry mistress
Shandra", Pooch bawled. This was a new humiliation.
She was being disciplined like a dog by a total stranger.
"My shoes got a bit muddy on the way over here why don't you like the soles
clean. I don't want your salty spit ruining the nice leather on top". Shandra
crossed her legs. Pooch's tongue went to work on the dirty sole. It would have
been a lot easier if she had some spit to keep her tongue moist. After five
minutes Shandra crossed her other leg letting Pooch start on a fresh shoe. "I
think we may have found something you are qualified for", said Shandra.
After a while Pooch was instructed to pull down Shandra's panty hose and
panties, using her hands, so that they were just above Shandra's knees. The red
stained sanitary napkin stuck to her panties indicated that Shandra was in the
middle of her period.
"Go over to Greta slave" Pooch moved her cheek over to Greta's beautiful
muscular leg.
Much as Shandra had done before her, Greta snatched two handfuls of Pooch's damp
hair and pulled them up to her own face. Pooch's eyes shot to the floor. She
had learned her lesson. When Pooch's lips were directly in front of her own
Greta planted a long, wet and deep kiss directly on Pooch's dry mouth. It was
the sloppiest kiss Pooch had ever received. Greta's tongue reached for Pooch's
tonsils. But, this was not an erotic kiss. It was a degrading kiss. The kiss of
death. It was an I can do whatever I want to do to you, kiss. It was the kiss
of Judas. It was a kiss so overwhelming that Pooch felt that she had just been
buried alive under a hundred feet of cement. Greta released the kiss, Pooch
slumped back to her knees. She was in a daze. She wondered, what had just
happened? Greta brought Pooch back to her senses with a kick to the ribs.
The kick was hard enough to allow the metal toe on Greta's stiletto to break the
skin but not break a rib.
"Turn your ass around, I want it facing me", ordered Greta in a stern, cold but
very clear and distinct voice.
"Now I am going to make sure your ass hole is large enough to accept the Rebel
Tamer".
"And by the way, I wish you would do something about your breath. It smells like
shit. Lucky I have a strong stomach or you'd be licking up puke right now".
With that Greta leaned back in the sofa and with a strong, steady push she
shoved her stiletto heel straight into Pooch's waiting ass hole right up to
the top. With no lubrication the two sharp inside edges of Greta's heel cut
into Pooch's clenched sphincter. The edges cut right into the muscle. Pooch's
world exploded.....
She curled into the tightest, most tiny, most compact, most little ball in the
world. Her arm buried her head underneath it. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter
than they had ever been scrunched shut before. And for a second,... for a
slow........ delicious...... second the pain went away.
Pooch's body had wrested control from her mind. Her intellect was now only an
observer. Then everything went black.
The suddenness of Greta's attack cut through every defense Pooch could raise.
First, there was the devastating kiss, then before being able to recover from
that her ass is torn open by an attack so brutal no one in the room could
believe it happened until they saw Greta shoving the ringed dildo into Pooch's
bloody ass hole.
"I expect my pupils to have a higher tolerance for pain", stated Greta mater of
factly. But since she isn't yet a student maybe I can let this one pass Greta
buried the pepper sauce grease coated phallus up to the hilt in Pooch's ass.
Maybe it was the heat that woke the slave from her blissful slumber, but
whatever it was she was soon screaming and writhing hysterically on the carpet.
"I'm burning up!!" "Help!! " "Help me I'm burning up I cant stand it." "Help me
please," "Please help me please....." Pooch continued on wailing and begging.
She had no pride left.
For the first time in her life Pooch was totally naked for not only her body had
been striped bare but so had her soul. Pooch had lost.
Her mind had been replaced by a clean slate ready to be rewritten. She would do
what ever she was told to do. Her enslavement was absolute.......
"And I bet you all thought that my little test was going to be the easy one".
Greta had a huge grin on her face. She had barely started.
She slid of the love seat and sat on her heals next to the broken slave.
Gently Greta picked up Pooch's sweat drenched head and laid it down on top of
her lap. Her graceful, manicured fingers smoothed the tangles from her hair
and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Slowly Pooch grew quite, her ranting
turned to sobs.
"You know there is nothing to be done about the burning dear", Greta said in a
soft whispery voice. "Even if I pulled out the dildo the grease would stay
inside and your ass would still burn. The only thing that would be accomplished
is that your chance to become a real, true slave would be lost forever. You do
want to be a good slave don't you"? "Yes mistress Greta, but it hurts so much".
"A good slave must learn to endure what ever her masters wish to subject her to.
I know that sometimes it may be terribly hard and seem unfair but that's just
how it is for a slave. If it was easy there would be no point. Now I am going
to hurt you very badly. Don't worry, no matter how it may feel it will do you
no damage and it will make me feel very, very good. Isn't that what being a
slave is all about, pleasing your mistress through your suffering"? "I guess so
mistress".
"You know how lucky you are?, Greta went on, "you were born for this.
It's a part of your natural being you want to be a slave more than you want
anything else.
Most of my customers don't have that advantage. They've been sold by boy
friends or by their parents or kidnapped of the street. For them slavery is
very hard.
"Now be a good girl and bury your face in mistress Shandra's pussy and spread
your legs wide for me while I attach these straps to myself. Now get Shandra to
climax, I'll take care of myself. In a few minutes the worst will be over".
Pooch obeyed Greta's instructions. She was starting to feel very different
about herself. Greta was right, she understood. Pooch thought, "I was born to
be a slave and my purpose is to serve the wishes of my masters. I can't keep
thinking about myself or my fate, I have surrendered that to others. All I have
to think about is pleasing my masters, nothing more or nothing less. If I can
do that everything else will take care of itself".
Pooch buried her face in Shandra's snatch and it felt good. It felt good
because it was hot.
It felt good because it was very slippery wet.
It felt good because it smelled.
It felt good because it was hard to breath.
It felt good because it was so hairy.
It felt good because all the menstrual blood.
Pooch's face belonged there. It was its natural habitat. Her tongue reached out
to lap Shandra's pussy . She lapped it from her ass hole to the top of her
mons. Pooch's lips found the tiny clit and quickly engulfed it, She sucked it
hard pulling it into her mouth. It tasted salty. Pooch winced a few times as
the torture dildo moved around a bit as Greta strapped herself into the
apparatus. She had simply kneeled behind Pooch and lifted up her skirt. Greta
had worn stay ups with no panties.
Pooch gasped as Greta began to withdraw, Sharp pain enveloped her insides. Her
cut anus felt like it was being ripped wide open. All of this additional pain
came on top of the inferno that continued to burn the intestine. When Greta
changed direction and thrust in it was like ten nipple clamps had been released
and then snapped back all at the same time. The effect again exceeded
anything Pooch could imagine. All she could do was go rigid burying her mouth
in Shandra's muff. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Would she pass out
again? There was one profound change. Pooch felt no anger or resentment.
It was something she had to endure, it was as simple as that.
A half minute passed and except for some muffled grunts Pooch remained frozen.
Shandra pulled her head back by the hair.
"Don't you have a job to do"?, she asked gruffly then shoved Pooch's face back
into her crotch.
Pooch slowly restarted her tongue.
By the time both women had an orgasm Pooch was a physical wreck with still two
more tasks to go. The judge called a short recess. Ed led Pooch to the washroom
where she was allowed to refresh herself from the toilet bowl and gather what
little strength she had left.
On returning to the living room Pooch's eyes bugged out and jaw drooped.
There stood the two largest dogs that she had ever seen.
"I bet you can guess what the next test is going to be", said Marla in a mocking
tone. "These beautiful animals are in greater need of relief than even their
master was. While Boner and Clyde are guests in this house you are their slave
just as much as if they were human. As long as you are my property you will
never assume that your status is above that of any animal that might share this
house, don't ever forget that. You are going to service both of these animals
while we watch. You will give both oral and vaginal sex on both animals until
they are satisfied. It could take a while. Showing enthusiasm is vital since
pain is much less of a factor here. To make sure the dogs go for the right hole
and don't end up burning their dicks on the hot grease in your ass you will
wear this tail which Ed is going to insert. The tail has a coating that smells
like a bitch in heat. It will help get Boner and Clyde in the right frame of
mind. You will act like a dog throughout the session".
The scene before her caught Pooch unprepared. Nothing in her imagination had
ever included her naked in front of total strangers wearing a but plug tail and
sucking on a dogs dick while another dog is humping her from behind.
The dogs had no such apprehension. They were a couple of Newfoundlands, very
intelligent, even tempered and very large, easily weighing fifty pounds more
tan Pooch. The dogs belonged to Mark who often used them in films. Intercourse
with human females was the only sexual activity these brothers had ever known.
Their wagging tails gave away the feeling of excitement that they felt.
Pooch got down on all fours and spread her legs waiting for Ed to insert the but
plug. Ed put a liberal coating of the peppered grease on this new toy and
shoved it up Pooch's rectum which still gaped open from the previous treatment.
Under normal circumstances Pooch would have screamed in pain as the thick end
of the plug dilated her dark hole and reopened previous wounds but in the
context of what she had been through this pain was tolerable. As Ed returned
to his chair to watch Pooch began to crawl towards the dogs. Her tongue hung
out of her mouth as she panted in doggy fashion. The dogs started toward her.
They all met in the center of the room. Boner, the more dominant of the pair,
went straight to Pooch's up thrust posterior sniffing licking and growing
increasingly more excited. In response Pooch spread her legs wider hoping to
entice the huge dog to mount her. At the same time she slowly crawled toward
Clyde. The stage was set for the slave girl to do what only hours ago she would
have rather died than do. Her tongue thrust from her open mouth and began to
lick Clyde's flaccid penis. As Clyde began to grow Boner 's forelegs landed on
Pooch's whipped back eliciting a gasp from her. The dogs long pink penis
searched for the hole then found it.
In the mean time Clyde's shaft had left the protection of its sheath filling
Pooch's mouth. Boner began to thrust into his new mate at a faster and faster
rate, much faster than any man had fucked her. Her cunt hurt because of the
earlier whipping, so any real enjoyment was impossible, yet as abhorrent as her
actions were this wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared. Her mouth and tongue
aggressively worked on Clyde feeling his member stiffen and tense. Both dogs
came at almost the same time filling both of Pooch's ends with copious amount of
dog cum. Pooch also faked orgasm in an attempt to convince the audience that she
was truly enjoying the moment.
Pooch had to swallow twice to empty her mouth of the dog sperm. When Clyde
pulled out she continued to lick the dogs cock and balls till the dog turned
around and started to lick her face and mouth. Pooch was touched by the
gentleness of the big animal opening her own mouth to French the big animal.
Boner, in the other end, stayed put.
Pooch could feel his penis grow larger as the dog knotted. In nature this
action helped to ensure that the sperm wouldn't leak out thus increasing the
likelihood of fertilization.
Five minutes passed before the dog separated from his bitch. During this time
Clyde regained his masculine strength and awaited his turn at the strange dogs
pussy.
Pooch wondered whether animal love would be the only love she would receive if
she were allowed to live in Marla's world.
After a couple more turns at Pooch's mouth and pussy the dogs lost interest.
Pooch was directed back to her position on the coffee table.
Like Jasmine on the video screen Pooch felt more dead than alive. She had
endured more pain and humiliation than she had ever thought possible. What more
could they do to her? "I have to admit that I didn't think you would make it
this far", commented Marla. "There is just one last task to go and then it's up
to the jury. Bailiff, would you please bring in the chair".
Ed returned carrying a red velvet, high backed arm chair. It was a very special
chair it's function was immediately understood by anybody that saw it. The
chair was missing the seat cushion, instead an oak toilet seat took its place.
There was also a pair of wrist cuffs attached near the top of the front legs.
"What do you think this last task is going to be Pooch?", asked her mistress.
Pooch's face went red in humiliation, still she knew that she had better
answer.
"People are going to go to the bathroom on me mistress?", she whimpered.
"Not quite", answered Marla. "It's much more intimate. Try again".
"People are going to go in my mouth, mistress", said Pooch in despair.
"That's better", said Marla. "Your mouth is going to be used as a toilet and
your belly will be the receiving tank. After watching you clean up the playroom
floor earlier I think this will be a breeze for you. You will, of course
swallow everything put in your mouth and keep it down. I understand that your
stomach has a limited capacity so if more than two people shit in your mouth
you will be allowed to throw up in a bucket, otherwise you will keep it all in.
Anybody shitting will squeeze off the turds into mouthfuls for you so you better
not let anything fall on my carpet and you better swallow fast. I don't think
anybody wants to be touched by your dirty, dog loving, shit eating mouth so
there is a funnel at the front of the seat to pee in with a hose that you will
put in your mouth to collect the pee. Now go lie down on your back under the
chair and place your wrists on the straps so you can be locked in".
As Ed secured the slaves wrists to the chair legs the depth to which she had
fallen sunk into her consciousness. Only a few hours ago she was Ed's slave
lover, comfortable and secure in her position. Now she was the property of a
woman that she hated with a status below even that of a dog. She was a human
toilet and even that had to be fought for.
Pooch could hear the jurors discussing as to who should go first, It ended up
being Mark. He sauntered over to the special chair, pulled down his pants and
sat down on the chair. Pooch had the best view of a mans ass that she had ever
had in her life. It was not a pretty sight. "I've been saving this just for
you cunt", Mark said.
A thick hard dark turd began to emerge from Marks ass heading straight for
Pooch's gaping mouth. As he squeezed off the first piece Pooch had somewhat
more than a mouthful of the acrid shit. She extended her lips to surround the
piece and keep any from falling on the floor. She bit of a piece and swallowed.
Immediately her stomach reacted trying to bring up the vile turd. It took all
of her concentration to keep it down.
Quickly, she knew` there was little time, Pooch bit off the second piece and
swallowed. The third swallow finished the first mouthful. It was just in time
as Marks ass hole opened up again expelling the next load. Again her mouth was
filled with excrement and again Pooch struggled to move it into her rebellious
stomach. Mark dumped two more loads into her mouth, more than a large meal.
Pooch's belly was nearly full.
"I'm going to piss now", Mark exclaimed.
A heavy stream of urine cascaded down the tube into Pooch's mouth from Mark's
beer engorged bladder. It just kept coming and coming. The human toilet could
barely keep up. Finally it stopped. Marked wiped his ass with toilet paper and
shoved that into Pooch's mouth. She swallowed that too.
Pooch tried to relax her stomach and get it to convince herself that what she
had swallowed was not a big deal but her stomach continued to spasm. How she
would handle the next load she didn't know.
Shandra's naked ass hole stared at Pooch's face next. She was also going to
shit.
To Pooch this was an even more disgusting assault than Mark's. She was a woman
on her period. Her ass smelled awful even before she shit. When her sphincter
opened out flowed a loose, light brown mass that required almost no chewing.
The shit just oozed out of Shandra's ample ass. It flowed like molasses out her
hole and into Pooch's waiting mouth. The bitterness dried up any saliva that
she left in her mouth. The only way that this river of shit moved down her
throat was because she knew that if she didn't swallow she would be tortured to
death. Pooch would have preferred red hot needles through her tits to this. The
stream of urine that followed was almost a relief. The toilet paper that went
into her mouth was also covered in menstrual juice. This coated Pooch's tongue
in red.
Desperately she tried to blank from her mind what she was doing in the hope of
easing the distress in her stomach. If only her stomach wasn't so full.
Garret was next to step up to the plate. As his naked bottom stared at Pooch's
bottom he let go of a major fart. Nothing followed from his shit hole but a
long stream of urine flowed from Garret's beer filled balder. The stream seemed
to go on forever getting harder and harder for Pooch to swallow as her belly
distended from all the excrement.
Pooch kept remembering that if more than two people were going to defecate into
her mouth she would be allowed to puck into a bucket to make room. How she
needed that bucket. It didn't come. What did come was another stream of pee
from Steve' dick. It brought Pooch to her physical limit. The end of his stream
just lay in Pooch's mouth, there was just no room to swallow. Ed rested a
large plastic bucket on the quivering slaves throbbing breasts. its lip resting
just under her chin. "Go ahead", he said.
Up came the most horrid mixture of chunky shit, liquid shit, piss and stomach
acids. Ed's stomach turned as he caught a whiff of the odor that began to
permeate the room. He felt sorry for the poor girl. Marla didn't.
"That's enough", Marla said. "She's made enough room. Close the bucket before we
all get sick".
Ed dragged the edge of the bucket over Pooch's chin and lower lip scraping up
some of the vomit that had landed there. He placed the lid back on the pail and
quickly carried it out of the room.
Jordan was in no rush to head over to the special chair. He really didn't have
to go. The fact was that he just didn't want to deprive himself of this
opportunity to defecate directly into a woman's mouth. Eventually his big
black butt was parked over the slave girls face. Jordan strained to release his
load.
Pooch felt relieved after emptying most of her stomach's contents into the
bucket though her stomach was still uneasy. There was the added misery from
some of the vomit having entered her nose and sinuses. The awful fluid was all
she could taste and smell. Jordan succeeded in only producing a small stool
that Pooch managed to consume in a few swallows. The stream of urine that
followed was far more copious, but the newly made space in her stomach handled
it easily. Jordan's small deposit had saved Pooch's life.
Only Greta remained. She pulled up her tight skirt, spread her magnificent
cheeks apart with her hands and sat down. Her skin was clear and unblemished.
The buttocks were simultaneously firm and yet soft and inviting. The luxuriant
fur surrounding her sex begged to have someone's face nestled in it. Her
brownie was small yet well defined and dark. Pooch couldn't understand what was
going on inside of her. What she felt was not revulsion. as she looked up at
the dominatrix's posterior, but eager anticipation.
Was it because her ordeal was almost over, or was it something else.
Greta's small puckered ass hole began to open up exposing the tip of a large,
well formed chocolate brown turd. The slaves eager tongue came out to great it
and help guide it past her eager lips into her mouth. As Greta squeezed of the
first piece Pooch's lips extended out to surround it. Her tongue caressed the
sides feeling the semi firm texture and tasting the sweet bitterness which was
somehow no longer revolting. Pooch didn't even notice that her stomach had
stopped churning. She did notice that all the awfulness of the previous
deposits had been replaced by the taste of Greta. She was able to swallow her
with no more difficulty than she would have had swallowing a banana. Greta
mentioned to the audience that she believed in a high fiber diet so she
generated turds that were very substantial. The load being ejected from her
bottom seemed to go on and on more than making up for Jordan's small deposit.
By the time she was finished Pooch's belly was once again filled. The stream of
golden urine that followed once again brought Pooch to the bursting point only
this time she felt satisfied instead of sick.
Watching Greta clean herself with the toilet paper Pooch found herself wishing
that she could perform the task herself using her own tongue.
None of Pooch's behavior was lost on Marla.
"Bailiff would you please hang the slut from the ceiling in the playroom while
the jury deliberates it's decision. I don't want to take any chance of her
escaping or killing herself", ordered Marla.
