At first, all I remembered was the noise and confusion of the kidnapping, followed by what seemed to be long days of complete and utter blackness, simply due to my being held in a darkened room, with a blindfold. Of course, I was bound so that I couldn't take off the blindfold, or try to escape.

Later, after I had time to think, the circumstances of my abduction came back to me. I had just hung up the phone, after promising to donate some old dresses and skirts to an upcoming Junior League auction, when I heard a crashing sound at the back window, the sound of breaking glass. I saw the shards of glass lying on the floor, and my first thought was, "Ernestina will need to clean this," Ernestina being our live-in maid. But any further thoughts were cut short when a rough-fabriced cloth sack, smelling of dirt, was pulled over my head and I was carried off by several sets of strong hands. Though I yelled at first, I quieted when a voice growled, "Shut up, or I'll kill you!"

It was a very long trip, laying in the back of a van, or truck, and very bumpy. I could tell police many clues about the route, clues such as unique traffic sounds, and the like to help them find the kidnappers. After we arrived at our destination, hours later, I was carried into a building, which I later learned was a house. Placed in the darkened room by myself, I found myself longing for any kind of contact. Only one of my captors spoke to me every time she entered the room.

At first, she addressed me as Mrs. Cannon, and she'd talk about my husband, and the bad things he was doing to some group or other as a United States Senator. That's right, he's Senator Jack Cannon. You already know what state he represents, everyone does. And, of course, that makes me Sharon Cannon, the Senator's trophy wife. We'd been married almost a full year. I was his second wife, 24 years old to his 51 years old. I believed our marriage to be idyllic, with no reason to suspect otherwise.

Well, it appears that I've gotten "off-message," as Jack's aides sometimes say. The first captor that I came to know at all, addressed me first as I have explained, then became more familiar, calling me "Sharon." Since I could hardly stop her, and in truth came to look forward to her visits, I didn't protest her familiarity. And I think it benefited me, in that she prevented the others from hurting me at times.

It was never clear to me what they wanted. If they were asking for a

ransom, I certainly had no idea what it might be, nor was I in any position to grant it. So, all I could do was try to cooperate, so that they wouldn't hurt me. The first thing they did, was strip me completely naked. Thankfully, they kept the room warm, so I was not cold, but my humiliation was total. I had no idea who might be staring at me. I don't think I'm being conceited if I say that I am attractive. After all, I had won several national teenage beauty pageants, and had several successful years as a model before marrying Jack. I'm sure that you remember me peering out from the pages of several women's magazines.

Long blonde hair, green eyes, perfect teeth, snub nose, perfect complexion, 5'6" tall, 110 pounds, full B-cup breasts - few people forget me.

There I go off-message again. My first captor, as I thought of her, told me her name was Mirella, and that her "gang" represented a group of people who had been hurt when my husband introduced a certain law a few years before. Something that they claimed took away their heritage, I'm not certain of the circumstances. Mirella always took care to let me know when she was in the room, and I was grateful to her for that.

And so it was that I didn't protest overly much when Mirella told me they were going to begin my indoctrination. So long as it didn't hurt, I thought that I could stand it. Long speeches, boring manifestos, I didn't care so long as it didn't hurt me. That's why I found their training so strange. The first thing that Mirella trained me in, was holding in my urine. She made me drink a lot of water, and "stretch out" my bladder, as she explained it.

At first it was most difficult, and I found myself wetting myself, streams of urine running down my legs if I were standing, or spraying across my legs and feet if I were laying down. While I didn't like being wet, it was such a relief to finally let go. At first, I was punished for not holding my urine long enough, but never by Mirella. She would always stop the person who undertook to punish me, after a certain period of time. I soon learned that it would be in my best interests to keep my urine, or "piss" as they made me refer to it, tightly in. Eventually, I got to the point where I could drink 2 quarts of water, and hold my bladder for several hours afterward. But I so looked forward to letting it go.

Then one day, while I was holding several quarts of water inside, Mirella came in and told me that I would learn something new. I felt her touch on my naked body, something that I viewed as a connection with another human, and enjoyed. She had me lay on my back, and pull my legs up to my breasts. I could feel that my pussy was so exposed, and I wondered if she was looking at it. Then I heard her say, "Let your piss go, now, Sharon. It's alright, go ahead."

At first I had great difficulty. Have YOU ever tried to piss while lying on your back? But the bladder pressure and my desire to please, were so great that eventually I could feel a little trickle run out. Part of my piss ran down in a hot trail over my stomach, the other part ran down between my ass cheeks, over my anus. Along with the relief in my bladder I could also feel a tingle in my clit, from the heat of my own bodily fluid running over me.

Then Mirella said, coaxingly, "Let it ALL go, Sharon. Let your pee go." I had been unconsciously holding back, perhaps because of the pleasure it was bringing me, but when I felt Mirella's strong hand under my already upraised ass, pushing it higher, I let go with a strong stream of piss that apparently at first went straight up, like a fountain, and then cascaded closer and closer to my face.

Several things happened then, and I nearly fainted. First, the stream of my piss, hot and wet, crashed back down directly on my clit. It had been so long since I had sexual release - Jack, honestly, was not the greatest of lovers - that I came immediately, shuddering and moaning from the extreme pleasure, unexpected in this place. Second, I farted a long, loud, and evidently smelly fart right into Mirella's hand on my ass. Instead of being angry, she laughed a tinkling, musical laugh. I was so relieved.

Finally, recovering from my orgasm, I noticed that piss was still cascading out of me, and moving closer and closer to my mouth, aided by Mirella pointing my pussy so that my piss WOULD hit my face. I was stunned, but helpless to stop her. My piss was soon splashing on my face, getting in my hair, and my nose and eyes, and especially in my mouth. I swallowed some, it was unavoidable. When Mirella saw me swallowing, obviously urine, she praised me, and told me that she would reward me for being good.

She took off my blindfold, and I got my first look at Mirella. She was beautiful, with the natural beauty of a Native American maiden. Long, straight black hair, quite thick, dark brown-black eyes, a beautiful complexion, slim, she quite took my breath away. She let me remain without blindfold for one hour, then apologetically said that she was required to put it back on, "Until I was a good girl again," as she put it This training went on for several weeks, until I was very much looking forward to the opportunity to piss on myself. Then Mirella brought me to the next stage, accepting her piss. While very odd to feel someone else's hot liquid spraying onto your body, and smelling their distinctive scent, it didn't take nearly as long to get me used to her piss, since I was used to my own, nor did it take her overly long to train me in drinking her piss.

She had me kneel in front of her, still blindfolded, and nose out where her pussy was, always naked, then place my lips carefully over her folds, so that her hot, streaming pee would cascade into my open, and soon, eager, mouth. I would drink as she commanded me. As usual, after she was finished peeing into my open mouth, she would reward me with the blindfold off for one hour. I came to enjoy looking at her body, and her beautiful face, more and more.

We continued with this strange piss play for a few weeks, then one day she commanded me to move my mouth forward as usual, but the smell was all wrong. My face touched a round smoothness, where before there had been curled pubic hair. The smell of shit was noticeable, too. Too late I realized that my face was up against Mirella's naked ass! I had no room to move backwards without falling over, so I had no choice but to remain where I was, and hope for the best. I could feel Mirella separating her ass cheeks with her fingers, and a hot gust of fetid air blew past my nose. She was farting in my face! But the horror didn't end there. I continued to smell a horrible shit smell, and I heard Mirella grunting softly as she stood above me. Then I felt a hot, soft mass pressing against my face, leaving a sticky residue on my skin.

Oh my word! Mirella was shitting on my face! I kept my mouth, and nostrils closed, and felt the warm mass falling into my lap, onto my thighs. I heard several loud farts, then Mirella saying, "You haven't been a good girl today, Sharon. You let my offering go to waste." Then she left me there, alone, blindfolded and with several pieces of cold, slimy shit on me for several hours.

The next day, the same thing happened, but this time I pressed my mouth against her waste as it stuck out of her ass, and against her ass after the shit dropped out, but didn't open my mouth. She said, "You're doing better, Sharon, but not good enough." It wasn't until a week later that I worked up the courage to open my mouth, and fully accept Mirella's shit, chew it and swallow it. I had never felt so degraded in my life, but also strangely energized.

Soon, I was opening my mouth to accept her shit, her fecal waste, her

poop. I know you can't conceive of such a strange practice, but it became my only salvation. I knew that if I just did as Mirella commanded, I might survive this ordeal. I was so focused on "surviving," that I never noticed when it turned into a liking, then a passion, and finally, ecstasy. I was actually looking forward to the rank smell, the bitter taste, the slimy texture of Mirella's shit, sliding over my lips and filling my mouth. Chewing her waste, swallowing chunk after chunk of her feces, and then washed down with her salty piss, hot and steaming, and fresh from her body.

Finally, the gang concocted their greatest degradation of me. They all assembled together, eight of them, all female, and took turns using me like some kind of toilet. The first, a woman with a gravelly voice, probably a smoker, splashed my face with her urine, then, grunting loudly as she forced an unwilling turd, pushed out her waste onto my naked chest. Then, the second woman, sounding like a college girl, or of that age, splashed gallons of watery diarrhea all over my lower body - the smell was horrendous! Next, 2 young girls, possibly 10 or 12, no older. 1 pissing her very full bladder into my open mouth, the other pissing on my pussy. Then the 2 standing ass to ass, depositing their creamy loads of young girl shit on my breasts. The last 4 are vague to me, as by this point I was in a haze of ecstasy, cumming every time a splash of piss or chunk of shit hit, and smeared itself on my body.

Countless times I orgasmed from the smell, and the taste and feel of piss and shit on me, even from the sounds of farting as women prepared to let loose pounds of their waste on my defenseless, naked body. I must admit that I had never felt so satisfied, or sexually complete in my life, and that nothing could ever match the pleasure I felt when all of those women covered me in shit and hot piss. I thought that I would be condemned to this degradation forever, until...

Mirella was training me to even newer and stranger practices, when the change happened.

I heard a crash above me, and Mirella was thrown to the ground, judging by her abrupt grunt and silence. Then gentle hands took the blindfold off me, and a masculine voice said, "Mrs. Stone, I am SO happy to have found you! My name's Ed Casey, I'm a private detective that your husband, the Senator, hired to find you while the police spun their wheels. It was tough sledding, but on a hunch, I was able to track this group down and find you. I've got to get you loose before the other gang members get back!"

The detective stood me up and loosened my shackles, rubbing my wrists to fully restore my circulation. "Are you feeling okay? My God! What did those deviants DO to you?" He asked with a look of concern in his eyes. I nodded back that I was okay, whispering, "Yes, I'm okay," and he looked relieved. "Good," he said.

When he turned his back to me, I picked up a large piece of lumber by my feet. I hit him over the head with it, then checked to see that he was truly unconscious. Satisfied that he was, I walked over to Mirella, and softly patted her cheeks.

"Mistress!" I said sharply. Then, as I saw her returning to consciousness, I sat down next to her and put my blindfold back on, waiting for her to awaken.

Hi! My name is Sharon Cannon, though I don't use that name anymore, for fear that the police will find me. If you read the first part of this story, you know that I'm a 24 year old, very good-looking blonde (not whatI think, what others tell me). I described myself in Part 1, too - longblonde hair, green eyes, nice white and even teeth, snub nose, good complexion, 5'6" tall, 110 pounds, full B-cup breasts - that's me.

I was kidnapped by a gang of lesbian radicals who wanted to punish my husband, a United States Senator. They set out to humiliate and embarrass me, and to everyone's surprise, we found out that I loved it! I became a toilet slut to the other girls in the gang. Not a slave, mind you, but a slut. I don't like people ordering me around, but I've come to absolutely adore having women shit on me, and pee on me. I cum and cum and cum, endlessly, when I see the first drops of yellow piss coming from a woman's body, headed for my eager and willing mouth.

After I thwarted the `rescue' attempt that would have returned me to my boring former life, the gang decided to escape to Mexico, and hide out. When they saw what I had done, the other members came to trust me, and I did as much as I could to help them. We ended up in a small village called Xochican, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, quite undiscovered by anyone other than Mexican fisherman. We had a villa of 15 acres, with a main house and several small cottages.

The other females with me were 27 year old Mirella, the first gang member I came to know, and love; 34 year old Laura, a former lover of Mirella's; Theresa and Marie, Laura's 13 and 14 year old daughters; Suz, an 18 year old initiate to the group; 30 year old Christine and her current lover, 36 year old Molly, who had left her husband for Christine; and Helen, Molly's 15 year old daughter. There were no males, and we were happy to keep it that way.

The sexual matchups were free-flowing throughout the group, though Christine and Molly would always end up together, though they'd play freely with the rest of us. The younger girls, far from being shy, were perhaps the most aggressive of all. The first night in our peaceful Mexican villa proved that!

After we had finished bringing in the suitcases, back packs, etc. into the fully finished villa, I turned to Mirella, and said, "Will you help me christen our new place?"

Mirella smiled evilly, and said, "You hot slut, you'd love to have me piss on you, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, god yes, I'd LOVE to feel your hot piss streaming down my body! Umm, dripping off my face, covering my nipples, dripping into my little muff.

"look, my nips are stiff! They can't wait, PLEASE piss on your hot piss slut!" Mirella unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my stiff pink nipples, which she palmed, then briskly rubbed with her thumbs, as I moaned with pleasure. I felt a hand snaking around my waist from behind, then quickly dipping down into my panties and over my belly, the hand quickly insinuating itself into my moistening cunt.

"God, your pussy is so hot and wet already!" Exclaimed 13 year old black-haired Theresa, as 2 of her small fingers slipped between my swelling cunt lips. I pressed my thighs together to force her hand in deeper, and she pressed the heel of her hand on my clit, making me cum quickly.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed sharply. "You made me cum already, Terry!" She withdrew her wet fingers, then brought them to my mouth to kiss and smell. The aroma was So nice. She then licked them to taste me, and after she sucked on them briefly, she jammed the same hand down the back of my pants, between my full ass cheeks, and inserted her index finger into my tight anus. "Oh!" I exclaimed, though I was enjoying the feel of her invading me.

"Got any shit for my finger, Sharon?" Theresa whispered in my ear, giving it a quick lick of her tongue. "Umm, if I try," I said. "Do you want me to shit in my pants, Terry?" I asked. "Yep," she said. "I've got my hand open between your ass cheeks. If you give me a load of your crap, it'll fill my hand, and then what do you think?"

"Um, you'll do something nasty with it?" I said. "To me?" "Would you like that?" She said. "Oh, yes! Maybe you'll fuck my wet pussy with your shit covered hand. Or wipe it off on my face." I was already creaming thinking of what she might do. I opened my anal sphincter and pushed. It had been a long trip, so it wasn't a long wait before I could feel a mass of brown, creamy waste pouring out between my butt cheeks, and heard Terry exclaim, "Geez, your crap is SO hot and creamy! It's all gooshy in my hand and on your ass!" I kept pushing and must have shit 3 pounds of crap all over her little hand, and in my panties.

After I had finished my bowel movement, and my pants sagged with their full load of my fragrant shit, I heard Mirella say, "Get down on your knees in front of me, slut. I've got a full load of hot piss for you." I knelt down as Terry carefully removed her hand from my ass, cupping it to keep as much of my brown load as possible. The smell of my shit filled the room. The rest of the girls and women, far from being repelled by the smell, began dropping their clothing and fingering each other.

"Let's make Sharon the focus of the christening, shall we?" said

Mirella. The others quickly agreed, and I looked up at them and smiled.

"Thank you so much," I said sincerely. Mirella pressed her furry pussy against my lips, and my tongue sought out her inner cunt lips. As I separated and penetrated her there, I could smell the strong smell of her musk, then the acrid tang as her hot piss flow hit first, my nose, then dribbled over my tongue. I opened my mouth wider to catch as much of her flow as possible.

Meanwhile, Terry knelt behind me, and brought her shit-covered hands around to cup my bare breasts, and thickly cover them in my creamy, smelly brown poop. I loved it! She rubbed my shit all over my tits, then dropped one hand down between my legs inside the front of my pants, to frig my stiff clit with her dirty fingers. I threw my head back to let her kiss me, Mirella's hot piss now streaming over both my face and Terry's. Terry opened her mouth to catch some of Mirella's strong smelling flow. Soon we were both drenched in her womanly pee.

By this time the others were down to panties, or less, holding hands, kissing and watching Terry, Mirella and I put on a show. "Marie! Helen!" I heard Mirella say. "Come over here!" Both young girls, with small, budding breasts exposed, and each with only a plain pair of cotton panties on, came shyly over to us. They were So adorable, looking just like what they were, young girls just entering the

first stages of womanhood. Their breasts were barely larger than lemons, but their pink nipples were erect. From experience, I knew that both girls had hairless pussies, pink inside and creamy white skin at their crotches. But they both loved to fuck!

Mirella said, "Do either of you have to shit?" Each girl looked at the other and Marie said, "Yes, but, I think I have diarrhea!" "Me, too," said Helen. "Oh, I hope that doesn't mean we can't play, too"

"No, even better," said Mirella. "Each of you back up on either side of Sharon and Terry." The 2 girls did as they were directed, as Mirella stood back from me and Terry. We found ourselves with Marie on our right, her legs on either side of my right shoulder, and Helen on our left, straddling Terry's left shoulder, both their cotton-covered asses at our head height. "Okay, now strip down your panties to just below your butt cheeks, and let go!"

Terry and I looked on apprehensively as each girl delicately lowered her simple panties until they rested just under the round swell of their bottoms. Both girls had exceptionally creamy white and smooth asses, and they bent forward, away from Terry and I, so that we could see the dark pink holes peeking out from between their delightful buns. Suddenly, out of Marie's ass on our right, shot a spatter of smelly liquid shit all over Terry and my faces, instantly covering us in her girlish feces and urine, the liquid gushing out in an uncontrollable flow over our mouths, chests and backs. The smell was awful, but we loved it!

Nearly in time with Marie, Helen's sweet ass hole opened and a similar, but longer running gush of hot, liquid waste covered Terry and I. I opened my mouth to catch, and taste her. "Mmm," I heard someone say, then realized that Terry, too, was enjoying the shit we were receiving. "Your shit feels so good, I moaned, "all hot and creamy."

Helen and Marie finished unloosing their load of highly liquid shit all over our upper bodies, then wiped their butts with a finger that they each offered to one of us to suck on. I sucked on Marie's shit-covered finger, as Terry sucked Helen's. The 2 girls then moved away from us, to come together in a hot embrace with each other, their hands between the other's thighs. As they began kissing passionately, Terry slipped around to my

front. We took off our few remaining clothes, most of the shit in my panties remaining on my legs rather than in the clothes now on the floor.

We fell to the floor in each other's arms, me kissing the 13 year old girl as passionately as I had ever kissed anyone, the shit play exciting me

beyond belief. I wrapped my long, naked womanly body around her small, girlish figure, as she, too was only slightly developed at this point. My tongue slipped into her open mouth, my hand stroking her hairless twat, as she writhed in ecstasy. "I've got to eat that hot little cunt," I gasped, and moved around into a 69.

She spread her shit-stained legs willingly, as my tongue sought out her wet hole, thrusting in to drink up her creamy liquid. My lips fastened on her erect clit, as she attempted to do the same to me. The electric sparks shooting through our bodies brought us to numerous peaks of ecstasy, cumming and cumming countless times in each other's arms, our fulfillment complete. As we lay there for a moment, Terry unleashed a flow of hot, yellow urine onto my face. "Oops," she said, and giggled.

We turned around again, and held each in our arms, dozing slightly on our sides, looking up to see 5 pert female bottoms poised above our 2 faces and naked bodies. Mirella, Laura, Suz, Christine and Molly, all giggling and straining to drop a load of shit on us. We watched, fascinated, as their pink rear love holes slowly developed first, a small brown spot, which became larger and larger as their first turds emerged, all different shades of brown, but quite lovely.

They soon each reached a point at which the creamy logs broke off, falling off onto our upraised faces, and soon hands as Terry and I giggled and tried to protect ourselves from the fecal onslaught. We caught several turds each with our hands, and our mouths, and after about 5 minutes of this pleasurable rain of shit, as each woman turned around to smile at us, Terry and I kissed to share mouthfuls of shit with each other, then with each of the others as they joined us in a large pile of shitty smelling femininity there on the floor.

We smeared the copious quantities of feminine shit all over each other, cumming countless times, and finishing it off by each in turn squatting over the pile of lovers, to spray our hot piss in love and friendship, falling asleep to wake for an extended bath later.