"Listen, I don't care, just get it set up soon. I have to go and if it's not ready to use in 15 minutes, I'm using YOU!" I remember her saying.
This would be when we brought One-Oh-Eight home, of course. That's who she was referring to as "it", my girlfriend. She's a sadist, she is. Not One-Oh-Eight, my girlfriend. I think before I go on, I should explain the situation.
What my girlfriend likes to do is humiliate people. With me, it started with handcuffs. She would handcuff me to the bed, dress me up in women's clothes, maybe whip me a little, bring me up to just about the point of orgasm and stop, taunting me, and once or twice she spit on me. In all honesty, it sort of got me off at times. I'm not a total doormat, but I like a little abuse. But then one night when I was tied down on the bed, she squatted over me and told me she was going to shit on me, or in her words, "I'm making meatloaf, like a good little wifey! Enjoy, asshole." I managed to break out of my bondage and push her over. This is where I draw the line.
Now she may be a sadist, but even she has a line. She told me as long as she had someone else to use as a toilet, she would leave me alone. I told her I would definitely consider it, but I wasn't sure if she would ever find anyone who would agree to be used as a toilet on a regular basis. In retrospect, I should not have underestimated the perverts out there.
A few days later, she told me there was a network of people out there that were volunteering to be used as a toilet, in exchange for a place to stay, food, all that. Basically like a maid or butler, some sort of servant like that, only...you poop on them. There's some catches of course. They have the right to leave if they feel they're being abused, although I'm sure it's gone too far before. You have to go through a disease screening before they will even consider you. Then you sign a little contract, go through a little red tape, some other stuff, and then you're ready to go.
So that's what we did. We went out and handpicked our girl from the line-up, signed the papers, took the tests (I had to take a physical too, but it didn't bother me. Better than being covered in shit on a regular basis), and went through a short waiting period.
We came home with One-Oh-Eight. Short brown hair, kinda greasy and uncombed, light complexion, glazed-over green eyes, wearing a simple white dress. Being lead by a leash connected to the collar on her neck. By my girlfriend. I wish I was making that last part up.
We knew we were going out to pick One-Oh-Eight up today, so for the past two days my girlfriend has been binging on greasy fast food and my famous homemade chili. Just before we left she downed a few laxatives. By the time we got to the door of the house, she was farting such toxic fumes I swear I saw the tree in the yard start to wilt.
"You have 15 minutes, and I swear to god if she's not set up in the room, I will shit all over your face and make you eat it." She stomped her foot and clutched her stomach, throwing herself onto the couch and groaning.
One-Oh-Eight calmly handed me her leash and looked down at her feet. "Please lead me to my room. My master needs to use me."
And for a second, I saw a fire in her eyes. She was looking forward to this. The rest of her face wouldn't betray it, but her eyes did. I knew then that I was in for a sick ride.
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We entered the room, which was actually pretty stark. There was a small window on the side, and other than that it was entirely clear, grey wallpaper, special easy to clean linoleum floor. Very drab. There was a closet in the corner, which contained a futon for sleeping on and a place for 108's personal effects.
"So, uh, this is the room...you can just...sit in there." I managed to mumble out, and pointed to a small pit in the middle of the room. It was designed for someone to sit in for hours at a time, then be cleaned out once or twice a day. In front of it was a small splash shield, much like a squat toilet.
108 immediately pulled her dress off, revealing all of her naked flesh. She wasn't even wearing any underwear on the ride over. She carefully slid herself into the pit with a surprising amount of grace, and sat on the back of her feet. "Now, you ca- oh! Wait one moment."
She rummaged around in the duffel bag she brought with her and pulled out a package of diapers. She took a diaper out and put it on herself, again very gracefully. As gracefully as sliding a crinkling diaper under your ass can be, anyway. She pulled the tape around her waist and sealed up her diaper, before steping back into the pit and sitting back on her feet, rattling the diaper as she did. Through the entire process, she never once smiled, but for some reason she looked positively thrilled. Ecstatic. Raring to go.
Before I had any time to ponder this the door started booming behind me. For a moment there were no words, but I still felt a thunderous rage coming from every thump.
"You fucking...is it ready?! I'm coming in right now and shitting on the first person I see!"
"Uh, come on in Ally." I opened the door, making sure to stay behind it so she wouldn't see me.
Ally ran in and ran straight to the pit, fumbling for just a fraction of a second with her fly.
*FRRRP*
I heard the loudest, wettest fart I have ever heard, and then the room filled with a stench not unlike cow manure. Only worse.
"Ugh! Fuck...I shit myself. You fucking BITCH! You made me shit my pants! You'll fucking pay for that whore!" Ally screamed.
She yanked her pants all the way down to her ankles and pulled her panties down to her knees. Ally's face was completely red, and her pink panties were completely brown. It was a fiesta of color. I watched with horrified fascination as Ally squatted on her haunches and unloaded her bowels over 108's chest, soaking her breasts and stomach in the wettest, smelliest, foulest diarrhea I have ever seen or smelled. Every time I tried to breathe I gagged, so I just stopped breathing. I took short, sharp inhilations and tried to choke back vomit.
*Prrrrblllsklrtchfrrrp* Another wave from Ally's ass, soaking 108's head in watery chunks of mud. Trying not to look, I tried sneaking over to the window to get some fresh air. Ally screamed at me.
"Faggot! Get the fuck away from that window or I'll fucking puke on you!" Ally pinched her nose and farted out another load on 108's lap. Some of it soaked into her diaper. She let out another pungent load and sighed.
"Finished. Finally. Now clean me up you fuck." Ally demanded. I was about to put a stop to it, but 108 immediately complied, shoving her face into Ally's panties and snarfing down all the feces. There was shit everywhere, and 108 was completely brown by now.
"Don't smear it around stupid. Here." Ally handed 108 a wet towel, which she used to clean off her head. After wiping herself down she continued licking Ally's panties. Once they were somewhere approaching clean, she began tonguing her dirty asshole. 108 lapped and kissed until her lips and cheeks were brown again, and Ally was clean. Ally sighed again and pulled her pants up, before giving 108 a quick kick in the chest. "Gotta remember to flush you know." And with that she left us alone.
*Prrskrch* I heard a very faint farting noise coming from the pit. 108 had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. A few seconds later she sighed and turned to me. "Hand me another diaper please." And then I couldn't take it anymore and hurled on the floor.
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