Natasha

Part 1

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was a very nasty young lady.

However, calling her a lady was a step or two above what she was.  In
actuality, she was a bitch.

Moreover, this was before she had ever had sex with anyone other than
herself, When Natasha was twelve, she had found the joys of Internet sex.
At first, it was just the regular hard-core sites, but as time passed she
focused on the lesbian sites.  She was learning that she was a dominant
lesbian and that she would become one of the foulest ever.  In particular,
she liked the website lesbianfetishes.com.

A little about Natasha, she was a raven-haired sexpot with a stunning body
for a 13-year-old.  A 36C chest, sculpted abdomen, long, tan and sexy legs,
she looked much older than her 13 years.  And her sexual attitude was much
older as well.

She eventually was very focused on the tales and photos of domination of
older women by teens and young women.  She really got off in masturbating
herself thinking about a middle-aged woman worshipping her beautiful body
and snatch.  Moreover, she started to focus on the really nasty stories by
Karen in which women used other women as toilets for their piss and shit.
The thought of shitting in another, older woman's mouth while the older
woman orgasmed from the experience would throw her into an orgasm at every
turn.  She decided she couldn't wait for something to happen and so she was
going to make it happen.

She dutifully researched the nastiest potential lesbian bars in her
hometown of San Francisco and settled on one called The Litter Box.  An
appropriate name, she thought, for what I intend to do there with some of
these older cunts.  She had already developed a philosophy about the sluts
she was about to enslave to her particular brand of perversity.

'I'm going to treat them as worthless pieces of shit, worthless whores who
only exist to serve me in any sexual deviation I can think of.  I couldn't
give a shit about their wishes, desires, hopes or dreams.  They'll fall in
love with me and I won't care at all.  I don't care what happens to them as
long as they worship my glorious body and everything that comes out of it.'

Natasha settled on a Friday night, she was secretly hoping to spend the
entire weekend abusing some poor older slob of a slut.  She made up a story
about spending the night with a friend and kissed her mother goodbye.
Natasha had a passing thought as her Mom kissed her that she might one day
turn her mother into one of her sluts.  Her Mom, at 38, was still a
good-looking babe and would make a fine addition to a stable of slut
whores.

Natasha went to the garage and changed into her 'working' outfit.  She wore
a micro, vinyl skirt that barely covered her black-haired bush, net
stockings held up with garters.  She threw on a raincoat over the top and
headed for the bus stop.  She had lined it up to take the 35 bus that
stopped a block from the lesbo bar.  She had read, she thought as she rode
the bus, that the nastiest, most perverted lesbos in the Bay Area
frequented the bar, looking for a femme-domme scene to spice up their
lives.

By the time the bus stopped, she realized her panties were soaked from her
juicing in her overheated twat.  She got off the bus and walked toward the
bar, full of confidence even though it wasn't even legal for her to
enter. She stepped into a small alleyway and ripped off the raincoat made
of light plastic and stowed it in her purse.  She also removed her panties,
thinking, 'I won't be needing these in there and they are soaked.'

Natasha boldly moved through the front door, half-expecting to be carded
and thrown out, but her makeup, body and outfit pretty much fooled
everyone.  The diesel dyke bartender/part owner had one passing thought of
carding the young beauty, but then thought 'What the hell, she's the kind
of pussy that draws these older whores in here.  I'll just let it go and
face any consequences.'

Getting by the first test, Natasha walked to the bar, hiked her boot up on
the rung of a bar stool and ordered a gin and tonic.  The bull dyke
bartender put the drink down and said 'Welcome sweetie, you're new here
aren't you?'.  Natasha didn't blink as she said 'Yes, it's my first time
here, but I hope to become a regular.  I understand some of the most
worthless piece of shit whores come in here for action.  If you know any
that want the total perversity experience, send them my way, I can dish it
out.'  The bull dyke, whose name was Nell, was hit pretty hard by the
ferocity of the young tart's language, but she had heard worse, not very
often though.

'Well,' Nell said, 'there are some gals who come in here looking for that
type of treatment.  In fact, Alice Burns over there is one of them.'
Natasha followed Nell's gaze to find it led to a dirty-blonde-haired women
in her mid forties and who still held up pretty well.  Nell caught Alice's
eye and crooked a finger toward her.  Alice came over in a bit of a hurry.

Up close, Natasha could see that Alice had been around the block, but her
makeup still allowed her pretty face to show through.  Alice looked like
she was carrying an extra 15-20 pounds, but other than that was a fairly
decent looker.

As Alice arrived, Nell said, 'Hey Alice sweetie, meet Natasha.  I think
she's got the stuff you want.'  Alice coolly appraised the gorgeous young
hottie and said, 'Pleased to meet you Natasha.'  While those niceties were
going on, Natasha was lighting up a menthol long cigarette and she inhaled
and then blew the smoke directly into Alice's face.

Alice said, 'Thank you mistress.'

SCORE! thought Natasha, I've captured my first slut whore and it was soooo
easy.

Alice continued, 'I'm honored to receive anything from you mistress.'

Natasha continued without missing a beat.  'If you'd like some now, let's
go into the bathroom, it's an appropriate spot for what I have in mind for
you.'  Alice said, 'As you wish mistress.'

Once inside the old, smelly bathroom, the dominant bitch in Natasha took
over.  'Strip you worthless cunt and begin your lessons as my whore,'
Natasha said.  Alice quickly complied and soon was stark naked in front of
her teenage mistress.  Natasha continued, 'On your knees twat, the games
begin.'  Alice slid to her knees in front of her young and brand new owner.

'Get prepared,' Natasha said, 'to receive the second of your gifts from my
body.'  Alice stared up at the young beauty as Natasha snuffled in through
her nose; drawing loogies into her throat, then mixed it easily with her
saliva, and then hocked a huge, booger filled spit wad into the older
slut's face.  The filth hit Alice low on the forehead and slowly slid down
between her eyes and over her nose, breaking neatly in half to slide onto
both of Alice's cheeks.

Again, Alice responded, 'Thank you mistress.'

'Now you worthless cowcunt,' Natasha said, 'Tell me just how worthless you
are and why I should spend one minute with you.'

Alice shuddered as she watched Natasha begin to remove her tank top and
short skirt and leave only her stockings, garter and boots on.  Alice was
in heaven, loving looking at the nubile young body of her new mistress and
realizing she was in for an evening of the type of degradation she loved.
Alice was married, but had long ago lost any interest in cock.  Five years
earlier, the 47-year-old woman had finally acted on her impulses to be
sexually degraded by younger women and started hanging around the pussy
loving Litter Box and having sex with younger women.  She didn't know how
young Natasha was, but she expected she wasn't yet the required 21 years
for admittance into the lesbian bar.  But, damn she looked fine, Alice
thought.  Alice, totally turned on and on her knees, worshipfully looking
up at the near naked body of her new owner, was shuddering in anticipation
of the humiliation to be dished out by this delightful younger woman.  She
had to calm herself or she might orgasm just thinking about it. She
couldn't help but wonder just what sort of paces the dominant younger woman
was going to put her through.  She knew, however, that she was in a really
nasty mood and hoped for the full submissive's treatment. And then she
began to describe herself.

'Dear Mistress Natasha, I am a worthless turd, living only to please you.
I know that in all likelihood, you could care less about me or what I want
and that's what I love, to be treated with total disdain and to be
humiliated and dominated.  I am not even worth having you treat me this way
and I can only hope it gives you some slight pleasure to abuse me so that I
can continue to receive your bodily fluids and gifts.'

Natasha thought Alice must have done that before because the words were
music to the ears of the young dominatrix.  It was at that moment that
Natasha realized that she WAS going to take a shit in this older whore's
mouth, using it as a human toilet.  That realization, while almost sending
her into an uncontrollable climax, was a wonder to her.  Here I am, she
thought, and I get to do exactly what I came in here for.  Beautiful.

My God, thought Natasha, here I am a 13-year-old girl preparing to use
another, older woman, as a shithole.  Should I tell her I'm going to shit
in her mouth?  No thought Natasha, she probably knows it, but I'll keep her
guessing, it will keep her even more turned on.  But, Natasha mused; I
think I will foreshadow what's going to happen to her.

'Very good shithole,' Natasha said aloud.  With those words, Alice knew her
fate was sealed, knew she would be munching on a turd or turds from this
haughty young girl.  And just the thought of that delightful shit meal was
enough to send her into orgasm.  Natasha watched in glee as Alice shuddered
through her orgasm.

'So, shithole, just thinking about your fate is enough to make you orgasm,
well, then let's get on with some of the fun,' Natasha said.

Alice had only munched turds five times in her lesbo life, the latest
coming more than a year ago.  She loved it though, but it wasn't something
you asked everyone to do.  Many were turned off by the experience of using
a woman as a craphole.

Natasha looked at the slut in front of her with newfound interest,
realizing the whore was a scat fan.  Natasha looked at Alice, who had her
booger filled loogie resting on her cheeks, and thought, 'What a slut, and
she's mine for the evening.'

'Now,' Natasha said, 'get over here and lay down on your back, I'm going to
have you eat my twat and asshole.'

Alice did as commanded and she looked up from her spit-covered face at the
beautiful body above her, and asked:

'Please Mistress Natasha, use me as you will, I have only one question, How
old are you really?'.

Natasha thought about lying, but knew there was no need to worry that Alice
would run away: Alice was hooked and Natasha knew it.

'I just turned 13,' Natasha cooed, 'how do you like it?'.

Alice spasmed through her second orgasm of the evening, both without ever
being touched.  She was indeed enjoying her time with the teen dominatrix.

'As always Mistress, I'm honored to be in your presence,' Alice said as she
gazed longingly up the long, sexy legs of the teen hottie standing above
her.

'Here comes the stuff you worship,' Natasha said as she lowered her
genitalia towards Alice's face.  'Open your mouth wide to receive your next
treat.'

Natasha lowered her pussy to Alice's face and settled her urethra opening
over the submissive older woman's wide-open mouth.

As Natasha settled, she realized she was fulfilling one of her dreams,
using an older bitch as a urinal.  And, she found it interesting that she
really didn't give a shit about Alice, only about her own pleasure.  She
didn't really care if Alice drowned in her piss.

Natasha found it easy to open the floodgates and began pissing down whore
Alice's throat.  Natasha knew that it was being swallowed as none bubbled
out as she flooded the other woman's mouth.  Natasha found it fulfilling
that her urine was now firmly ensconced in Alice's stomach.  'How great,'
thought Natasha, 'that her stomach is my toilet.'

Alice, for her part, was trembling through her third orgasm in the stinky
bathroom, serving faithfully as a toilet and thinking ahead to the chunkier
meal she would soon be served by the young tart now urinating down her
throat.

Natasha lifted a little after urinating and said, 'Ok, shithole, get ready
to lick my asshole.'

Alice watched as Natasha shifted and brought her bunghole forward for some
service.  She loved it as the young girl's sphincter settled on her mouth
and she began French kissing the wrinkled hole.  And for Natasha, it was
heaven.  As a first test, she decided to tease Alice a little and as her
tummy rumbled, she prepared to unload a huge fart down the older woman's
esophagus.

Her sphincter began to unfold and Alice knew something was coming but was a
little surprised when the bean burrito inspired gas ball from Natasha's
asshole hurtled into her mouth and filled her lungs with the gaseous fumes.

'Fabulous,' said an exhilarated Natasha, 'I didn't know if I could actually
accomplish that, but it's great to use this slut as a gas bag.'

'Now' Natasha said, 'are you ready for your shit meal?  If so, beg for it.'

Then Natasha lifted her bunghole off Alice's mouth to give her space to beg
and plead Alice did.

'Oh please dear Mistress Natasha,' Alice said through a passion-dried
voice, 'please deliver your shit into my foul, sewer mouth.  Give your crap
to me and treat me like the debased whore I am.  My only purpose in life
now is to serve as a human toilet for your delightful and tasty shit.
Please, please, please take a full dump in my mouth and I'll flush it down
to my stomach.'

And so the big moment finally arrived.  Natasha was more than ready and
began to push hard to empty her colon into the waiting shit bag's mouth.

Alice saw it coming; the end of a brown, stinking turd poked out of
Natasha's rectum and began to descend towards her mouth.  It touched her
lips and Alice opened wide to receive the ropy column of shit.  Natasha had
certainly prepared this shit meal well and she ended up depositing about
six inches of shit meat down Alice's throat and laid another 8 inches of
turd that slowly exited her crap tunnel and wound around Alice's face.

Natasha stood up and looked down as the whore ate her foul meal.  Alice's
eyes were glazed over and she was in another orgasm.  Once she had consumed
the crap meal, she thanked Natasha and told her, 'Anytime you want to
repeat that, I'll be there.'

Natasha had also finally orgasmed from the excitement, dressed and left the
bar, excited tremendously at what had happened and looking forward to other
repeat performances with other slutty older women.

Part two

Natasha teaches a piss slut to dance

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was very pleased with her previous
evening's fun at The Litter Box (see Natasha part 1).  In only a few hours,
she had moved quickly to reach her dream of using an older bitch as a
toilet.

As she lounged around her house in her bedroom the next day, she was
temporarily sated, but already thinking about what to do next.  She decided
to head out Saturday night to the same bar of her previous evening's
conquest.  But that afternoon, she received a phone call from Alice Burns,
who had been used as a human toilet the previous evening by young
Natasha. Before Natasha left the bar, she had given her phone number to
Alice, not really believing Alice would have the nerve to call
her. Natasha's mother, Beverly, picked up the call.

'Hello,' said Alice Burns 'is Natasha there?'.

'May I ask who is calling,' Beverly said.

'This is Alice, I'm just a friend,' Alice said, but privately thinking to
herself: This is her human toilet calling, I'm filled with her shit,
burping it up and tasting it again this morning and can't stop thinking
about her beautiful body and when I might get together to worship any part
of her.

Beverly thought the call was a little odd, but called out to Natasha,
'Honey, it's for you.'  Just to be safe, though, she put her hand over the
mouthpiece and listened.

'Hello,' said Natasha.

'Hello mistress,' Alice said, 'it's me.'

'Well, you worthless cow, that was quick,' Natasha replied.

'I was wondering if we might get together again,' Alice inquired.

'Are you kidding?', Natasha shot back and hung up.  She had learned the
previous evening that she didn't really give a shit about Alice, nor would
she about any of the other women she would come to use.  Alice had been her
toilet last night, but today she didn't even care as much about her as she
did the toilet in her own bathroom.

Beverly, her mother, was horrified on the other end of the line.  Beverly
was quite certain her daughter had sexual relations with the caller and the
woman was obviously much older than Natasha was.  Beverly felt she had to
say something, even though it would betray that she had been listening.
Beverly walked into Natasha's room and said, 'Honey, we have to talk.'

'Yes mom.'

'It sounded like you had an interesting call, were you somehow involved
with that woman?', Beverly asked.

Natasha coolly assessed her situation. She had found the sexual lifestyle
she wanted and she couldn't let it slip away.  In addition, in any event,
she had already been thinking about turning her mother into one of her
stable of cunts.  She had to lash out and lash out strongly.

'Listen Mother, I can handle my life myself and frankly it's none of your
fucking business.'

Beverly acted as if she had been slapped, physically, not just verbally and
she reeled backwards.

'Now just get out, leave me the fuck alone,' Natasha said.  And Natasha,
sensing the advantage, didn't let it go at that, she stepped forward and
pushed her mother, causing Beverly to fall over backwards.  Natasha didn't
express any concern, turned on her heel, and headed back into her room.

Beverly was aghast and simply picked herself up and limped away, not sure
at all about what to do with her rebellious young daughter.

Natasha, on the other hand, was delighted.  She knew that she was one step
closer to drawing her mother into her circle of sick perverts who would do
anything to worship her gorgeous body.  She laughed aloud with the
lascivious notion that soon she'd have her mother as a slut whore.

Natasha decided to head out early and so even though it was short of noon,
she decided to head for The Litter Box.  She donned her same outfit of a
super-short, micro mini made out of vinyl, a tank top with no bra, nylons
with garter and covered it all with the plastic raincoat.  She got on the
35 bus and headed for the lesbian bar.

Once there, she walked in with the plastic raincoat on this time and took a
seat at one of the booths.  She was waiting to catch another whore.

She ordered a couple of Coca Colas, sipped at them, and waited.  She didn't
have to wait long and suddenly she heard a throat being cleared and looked
up to find a gorgeous older woman standing before her.  The older woman was
a look alike for Pam Anderson, but about 40 years old.

'Yes,' said Natasha.

The older broad was stupefied by the young girl's beauty and found she
simply couldn't respond.

Natasha decided to play with the buxom blonde standing before her.  'Cat
got your tongue slut?', she said.

'Um, er, Alice told me you are quite the mistress and I was wondering if
you might consider using me in a similar way?', the blonde said to the
raven-haired young girl.

'Well sure slut, why don't you sit down, but first take those big tits out
of your dress and flop them out.'

The older potential slave woman paused and then said, 'I, uh, I, can't do
that.'

'Sure you can,' Natasha cooed, 'if you want to spend time with me, flopping
your big tits out will be the least shameful thing you will do.  Now do it
or get the fuck out of my life.'

The blonde hesitated for only a moment and then pulled down the neck of her
dress and flopped two perfect 44 Ds out into the open.

'There now,' Natasha said, 'you can have a seat.  And introduce yourself,
cunt, if you're going to be one of my sluts, I at least want to know your
name.'

The big-titted blonde slid into the booth next to Natasha and said, 'Thank
you very much mistress, my name is Candy Jeffe.'

Natasha turned toward Candy and slapped her face sharply.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, she continued the physical abuse until Candy's
cheeks were both a bright red.

'Listen slut,' Natasha said to Candy, 'don't ever hesitate again when I
give you an order.  You are a worthless piece of crap whose only value in
life is to serve as my sex toy in whatever way I choose.  Understand?"

Candy, still reeling from the bitch slapping she had just received, dumbly
nodded her head indicating she understood.  God, she thought, this little
goddess is really tough.  Alice was right she's really a beauty and knows
it.  I had better get my slut act together if I expect her to use me.

'Yes mistress, yes mistress, I understand and I'll do whatever you say from
now on.'

Good, thought Natasha, now let's start to put her through her paces.  'Nice
tits, now let's see the rest of you, get out of your clothes altogether and
sit here next to me.'

Candy hesitated for only a second until she thought she saw Natasha's left
hand move to bitch slap her again and then Candy was stripping off her
dress while remaining seated in the booth.  As she removed her clothing,
Natasha thought to herself, My God, she's got an incredible body; someone
should be worshipping her, but what the fuck, if she wants to be my
shithole, great, nothing like crapping in a pretty lady's mouth. Using
Alice as a sewer was great, but Natasha knew she would be using prettier
women and, sure enough, she was about to use the much prettier Candy Jeffe.
Shortly, Candy was sitting naked next to Natasha.

'Ok, whore, now I want to get on with our fun for the afternoon.  First, I
want you to shove one of these Coke bottles up your twat and then stick the
other one fully into your asshole and then sit down.'

Again, Candy hesitated for only an instant and then grabbed one of the
bottles and inserted it into her twat and quickly shoved the other into her
rear entry.  And, again following Natasha's direction, sat down and waited
for what was next.

'Very good whore, now for your next trick, please get under the table and
be prepared to receive your first golden shower from the beautiful
Natasha.'

Candy hustled quickly under the table and saw that Natasha had rucked up
her skirt, scooted her ass down the seat and that the young girl had no
underpants on.  A quickly heating up Candy was mesmerized as she locked her
gaze onto the pubes in front of her.  Candy heard Natasha's voice again,
'Ready slut, beg me for it.'

'Oh please mistress, piss on me, soak me in your urine.  Give me the golden
shower I want so badly and let me wallow in the piss of a goddess,' Candy
said in a parched, sex-starved voice.

Candy stared straight ahead and watched as Natasha reached down and spread
her labia to fully expose her urethra hole.  Candy realized she was holding
her breath, waiting for the young sex goddess to begin urinating on her.
And then it came flooding out and caught Candy right between the eyes.
Candy gasped as Natasha hosed her down with a powerful spray of young girl
urine.  Candy had been on the receiving end of numerous piss dousings, but
she couldn't recall one in which the piss flow was so powerful.  And it
went on and on.  Candy closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide to attempt
to drink some of the precious flow, but Natasha wanted to really soak her
and moved the flow all of the older slut's body.  Finally, the piss flow
slowed and then stopped.  Candy was indeed soaked and she heard Natasha
say, 'Ok pissslut, time for you to show the bar what a whore you are.  Get
up and get up on the stage and dance and show the whole place your body
covered in my piss.'

Candy didn't want to risk the wrath of Natasha so she scooted out from
under the table and moved to the stage where she began shaking her booty
and dancing away in a frenzy of piss lust.  All the patrons stopped to look
up at her and they realized she was covered in piss and was dancing to the
tune of her mistress and now owner, the darling Natasha.

Candy continued dancing for an hour until the piss had pretty well dried up
and was replaced with a fine sheen of sweat.  She plopped down in the seat
next to Natasha to see what other perversity Natasha had in mind for her.
Once seated, Natasha told her she had done a good job and would be rewarded
if she wanted it with a full meal of Natasha's pure brown crap.  But only,
Natasha said, if Candy could properly beg for it.  Candy didn't want to
risk a chance to miss eating bowel fruit from the young dominatrix and so
she broke into a plea:

'Please dear Mistress Natasha, I have taken bottles up the twat and ass,
lovingly and gratefully accepted your urine and danced for you.  Now may I
please taste and eat the fruit of your colon, the shit from your beautiful
body, may I be a sewer to accept your bodily wastes.  You will give me a
purpose to a worthless life if only I can receive your shit.  May I be so
lucky as to receive turds from your lovely rear end?'

Natasha told Candy she was going to grant her wish and so they should
adjourn to the bathroom.  Natasha was beginning to feel like the queen of
this lesbo toilet room and once there she quickly stripped off her skimpy
clothing, standing nude and glorious in front of the likewise nude Candy.

'On your knees slut and first eat my twat, get your face down here and
smell it and then perform loving cunnilingus on me.  Make love to my
13-year-old snatch.'

Candy, surprised but not completely to hear Natasha's age, was only too
glad to obey and nuzzled her face into the young girl's crotch.  She placed
her hands on Natasha's lovely young thighs and ran her tongue in between
the girl's lovely labia, sniffing deeply of the aroma of the overheated
twat.  Her mouth began watering and drool ran down her chin as she feasted
at the Y.  Natasha grabbed Candy's long blond hair and ground her crotch
into the older whore's face as the cunt eating passion steamed up the
bathroom.  Natasha shuddered to a climax and told Candy to lie on her back
and prepare herself 'for the honor of serving as Natasha's toilet, prepare
to receive the baptism of shit from your owner.'

Candy scurried to get on her back and gazed lovingly and longingly up at
the now nude young girl with a goddess' body towering over her.  She
continued to gaze in love with the young girl and had to tell her.

'Dear Mistress Natasha, I must tell you that I love you, I truly love you
and hope we can be together.'

Natasha remained unmoved.  'You cunts are going to have the get this right.
Of course you love me; I'm young, smart, and beautiful with an incredible
body.  But I'll never love you.  In fact, I don't care anything about you.
I'm about to crap in your mouth, to use you as a toilet and let my stinking
feces sit in your bloated stomach, and I just don't care anything about
you.  In fact, if you choke on my shit and die, it will be fine with me.
Understand?'.

Candy rocked through an orgasm, brought on by the incredible verbal bashing
she had just received from young Natasha.  But the abuse didn't faze her
and she was still ready to receive a shit meal from the girl.  Even though
Natasha had just said to her, 'Eat shit and die,' Candy didn't care because
she knew that once the fecal material started flowing into her mouth, she
would be able to scratch the itch that had been bothering her since Alice
had told her about how great Natasha's stool tasted.

'Yes, I understand Mistress; I'm just your toilet, nothing more.'

Then Candy watched as the beautiful ass and ever-expanding sphincter of
young Natasha was lowered to her face and mouth.  Natasha told her to get
her nose up her rectum so she could smell one of her farts.

'Here comes a gas bomb,' Natasha said.  'Smell it and love it.'

Then she farted into Candy's nose and Candy inhaled the foul smell and
loved it.  She knew the chunky stool couldn't be far behind.

'Okay shit babe here comes your meal of my excrement, I absolutely love
having a bowel movement in a pretty woman's mouth.'

Candy had her eyes wide open as the scat meal began to be born from
Natasha's bunghole.  Natasha's hole expanded and a huge turd 2 and 1/2
inches in diameter started the exit process.  The foul odor hit Candy's
nostrils and sent her into another orgasm.  Candy was an experienced shit
eater and knew she had to keep her mouth open wide to accept this fecal
monster.  Candy loved the nasty smell and looked closely at the column of
shit as it moved inexorably towards her mouth.  The tip of the turd meal
touched her tongue, which was extended, first and Candy used her tongue to
guide the dung into her waiting and hungry mouth.  Quickly, she was filled
with a huge shit pipe and it was clogging her mouth, and more was still
coming.  A full 14-inch turd had been expelled from Natasha and about six
inches was ensconced in Candy's mouth and the remaining 8 inches stood up
straight, extending out from her mouth.  Candy stared up at the foul tower
sticking out of her mouth and admired the dark brown color of the human
manure column, noting the firm nature of the defecation meal and each of
the clear ridges on the turd.  She knew she'd be working at this meal for a
while, given its strong consistency.

Natasha stood up to survey her handiwork.  She loved seeing the whore's
lips stretched around her turd and could clearly see that Candy was eating
the offered treat by the motion of her lips moving up the shit column and
her throat working below to send the foul fecal material to her stomach.

'That's great,' said Natasha, looking at the inches of dung sticking up
from Candy's lips.  'It looks like a shit Eiffel Tower, or no, perhaps a
turd totem pole.  What a worthless cunt you are laying there loving my
stinking turd with your mouth.'

Natasha watched as the rest of her guano was consumed by the slut on the
bathroom floor.  She knew she wanted to add to the defilement and walked
out to the bar, fully nude, and picked up a cherry, returned to the
bathroom, placed it on top of the shit pile and watched Candy continue her
dining experience.  She thought there was one more touch that was needed.
She picked up a small stick from the floor and stuck one end of it in the
side of the turd pile and then took some of the stool and marked Candy's
forehead and both cheeks and tits.

'There,' she said, 'now when you leave, keep that shit on your body as a
mark that you belong to me, if I care to own you.'

Once Candy finished the meal, she got on her knees again and said, 'Thank
you mistress for a wonderful meal, when can we get together again.'

Natasha continued her torment, however, saying, 'I don't know if we ever
will.  Although I do have an idea for a piss/shit gang event that I may
call you about.  You can keep the soda bottles in your twat and ass as
souvenirs of the night Natasha used you as a toilet.'  With that, she
donned her clothes, and left the bar, also leaving Candy panting for more.

part three

Natasha bestows the gift of a gangshit on Candy

by Will Adams


Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was in a fine mood.

In less than 24 hours she had twice fulfilled her fantasy of using older
lesbians as urinals and shitholes. And it had been smoother than she could
imagine. And so fucking HOT!


But now it was Sunday and she was wondering what would be next when she got
another phone call. Her mother picked it up again and Natasha barked, 'Hang
up the fucking phone mother.' Her mother quickly complied -- growing more
and more accustomed to obeying her willful daughter -- and Natasha said
'Hello.'


A throaty voice on the other end cooed back, 'Hello Natasha, I'm a
sometimes visitor to The Litter Box and I understand you've been a naughty
girl there. We need to talk about it.'

For just a moment, Natasha began to panic, thinking it might be the
authorities or someone trying to blackmail her, but there was something in
the voice that told her the speaker was turned on with the thought of
talking with her about the Litter Box adventures.

Natasha, bold as ever, decided to take the tough approach.

"Well, what the fuck do we have to talk about," Natasha said.

"Oh, I like the attitude, it will work so well with what I want to talk
about.  Let me tell you a little about myself.  I'm a film producer and I
am proposing a movie about the things you did with Candy and Alice at The
Litter Box," the caller said.

"Oh you mean like hanging out in a bar," Natasha said coyly.

"No, of course, not I mean like scat games."

"Tell me more."

"Well, I make some very special films for a very special audience and I'd
like to make one that specializes in the type of abuse you are apparently
expert in dishing out.  Also, my viewers would really like a movie with a
stunningly built, domineering girl who is as young -- I understand you have
just turned 13 years old -- as you are."

"Well," Natasha continued, getting more interested by the moment, "we
should meet."

"I can come by and pick you up and go out for a cup of coffee if you are
available now," the caller said.  Natasha said sure she was and gave the
caller her address.

"Tell me your name," Natasha said.

"My name is Nova Ramla, I'll be there in 30 minutes."

Natasha dressed sexily in a short skirt and tube top, both items slightly
more modest than her "working" outfit for the bar, though.

When the doorbell rang, her mother, Beverly ran to answer it and was
shocked by the appearance of Nova Ramla.  Nova was about 45 years old and
as ugly a skank as one can imagine.  She was the picture one would draw if
thinking of a producer of movies about shit eating.

"Is Natasha home?", Nova inquired.

Beverly about lost it; first a woman who was obviously having sex with
Natasha calls and now this ugly, loathsome woman arrives asking about her
daughter.

But Natasha had no such doubts, she brushed by her mother, saying "Get the
fuck out of my way, bitch."  And then she walked with Nova down to the
older woman's Rolls Royce.  Damn, thought Natasha, this woman must make
some serious money from this business!

Once in the car, Natasha decided to see if Nova was interested in a little
pussy and she hiked up her skirt, exposing her twat and said, "Do you want
some of this."

Nova said, "That's very tempting and nice looking, but we have business to
discuss and I'd like to keep it that way for now."

Impressive thought Natasha that this old cow could resist that kind of a
display, she must be serious about this movie stuff.

Nova stopped at a nearby Denny's and they went in.

"So tell me," Natasha said, "what's the deal?"

"Well," Nova began, "it's really pretty simple, but there will be a lot of
complications that will make this a bit of work.  The basic idea is to star
you in this film -- I'd like to call it something like `Natasha -- The
Shit Mistress' -- and have you dominate an older women, shitting in her
mouth and having her eat it all, just like Alice and Candy did.  We would
see it as something like three scenes -- the opening scene you meet the
older woman, who is a school nurse, and you crap in her mouth in her
office.  Then she invites you to her house where you think of nasty shit
things, perhaps you have diarrhea and shit in her blender and then piss in
it and make her a shit shake, and then finally the closing scene in which
you and a gang of girls uses the whore as a shithole, six or seven of them
crapping in her mouth with you as the final installment.  So what do you
think?"

Natasha could hardly believe her ears, this was much the same kind of story
she had in mind when she told Candy Jeffe that she had something else in
mind.  Natasha asked Nova where the other girls would come from.

"That's no problem," Nova said, "we've got a group of wayward teenagers,
mostly runaways we can use, the important thing is you, you're the youngest
and nastiest -- in real life as well as the movie -- you, honey are a
knockout, you're nasty and we think you'll be a big star in our movies.
The one area where we need your help is in recruiting the old, shit eating
whore.  Any ideas?"

Indeed Natasha did, but first she wanted to know what kind of money would
be available.

"Well," Nova said, "the other girls will do this for free, so we can afford
for you and the shit eater a total of about $10,000."

"You'll have to double that for me to star in your movie and I'll take the
entire $20,000," Natasha said, "the whore will do it for free."

"Well, whatever you say, how many days do you need to work on this."

"Today is Sunday, how about we start filming tomorrow."

Great thought Nova, she gave Natasha the address of the studio, gave
Natasha her cell number and gave her a cell phone and said she could have a
limo pick her up.  Natasha got busy contacting Candy, who had given her
phone number to the young girl after receiving a huge crap meal.

"Hello Candy, this is Mistress Natasha, remember me?"

"Sweet Jesus, how could I ever forget you," Candy replied, thinking of how
she must have looked with that monstrous turd partly in her mouth and the
majority of it sticking up into the air, with her lips moving slowly up the
human manure column until she had finally consumed the cherry Natasha had
placed atop the turd pile.  "And, believe it or not, I still have those
Coca Cola bottles stuffed up my twat and ass."

"That's real good cunt, I've got even better news, can you meet me at the
Denny's over in the Westside, right now?", Natasha asked.

"For you, anything Mistress, do you have another load for me?"

"I've got something even better than that, now get your sorry ass and your
shit eating lips over here right now," Natasha said and then hung up the
cell phone.

When Candy arrived, Natasha was pleased that the older cunt had not removed
the shit stains the young girl had applied the previous evening.  Candy's
cheeks were clearly marked with scat remnants and the odor was noticeable.
Natasha quickly explained what had occurred and that she saw Candy as the
shit eating slut whore to be used and abused in the movie.

Candy never batted an eye and said, "As I told you mistress, I'd do
anything for you."

"Well, here's the catch," Natasha said, "they are going to pay me $20,000
to appear in this sick fuck of a movie, but you don't get any of it, just
serving as my toilet should be honor enough, not to mention pleasure, for
you.  And in addition to my crap, you are going to get that gangshit I told
you about last night.  Hell, you should be paying me."

"As you wish Mistress Natasha."

"Ok whore, get your slut ass to this studio at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning and
we'll start the filming."

"Yes mistress, but one thing first before we go, would you fill this Coca
Cola bottle I'm about to take out of my ass with your piss and let me sit
here and drink it?"

And Natasha granted the slut's nasty wish, but she made Candy get under the
table and hold the bottle up to her pisshole and she laid a whole bladder
full into the bottle.  Candy then got up from under the table and looked
longingly at the piss filled bottle and then took a large swig, chug a
lugging about half of the golden nectar Natasha had laid down in the
bottle.  Candy looked Natasha straight in the eye and said, "Natasha, I
must tell you again that I love you and will do anything for you.  I only
wish you would love me in return."

Natasha replied as harshly as ever, "Listen cowcunt, you know that's not
happening, just be glad I'm feeding your sick shit fetish.  And I've got
some ideas for after this movie as well."

Bright and early the next morning, Candy arrived at the studio and her
makeup began.  By the time Natasha arrived at 9 a.m in the limo, Candy was
looking very good indeed -- Natasha noted that her shit stains had been
removed and mentally reminded herself those had to be replaced.  The
producer, Nova Ramla, wanted to make sure that Candy looked as much like
Pamela Anderson as possible and the makeup girl had done a good job of
bringing out the aging beauty's best features.  With just few introductory
remarks, Nova, who also served as the director, began filming.  Natasha
looked spectacular with her 36C -- 23 -- 34 figure clinging to a
girl's school outfit.

The scene opened with Natasha complaining about stomach cramps; Candy/Nurse
asking for her school id (Nova had Natasha show her actual school student
body card so that viewers would know she was actually 13 years old; lest
viewers think she was older and just posing as a young girl just entering
her teens). Candy then began to give Natasha an examination.  Once she got
Natasha's panties off, she had the girl stand with her legs spread and bent
over the exam table.  Candy started to give Natasha a pelvic. Natasha
looked around and could see that "the school nurse" was drooling, looking
at her private parts.

"Hey nursie, like what you see?  If so, why don't you French kiss my
asshole."

The "Nurse" took a look around as though she was checking to see if anyone
was looking and then immediately dived in and granted Natasha's wish,
sticking her tongue far up the young girl's poop chute and reaming her out.

Candy/Nurse had to tell the young beauty how much she had desired her.

"Every time you have come in her, I have lusted after you, wishing I could
be doing this and nastier stuff," Candy said.  "What a body and face you
have."

The camera then zoomed in close and the audio was turned up as Natasha cut
loose with one of the world's great farts, filling the Nurse's mouth and
lungs with her butt perfume.

"Did you like that Nursie, having a 13-year-old girl fart into your mouth?"
Natasha said.

"Very much," the nurse replied, "perhaps you could cut another one, please
do cut the cheese in my mouth."

And Natasha, who in special preparation for the filming had loaded up on
two oversized, bean and cheese burritos from High-Tech Burrito the previous
evening, proceeded to unleash a series of the most rancid farts imaginable
into the waiting mouth of the school nurse.  All the while, Nursie was
rucking up her own dress and furiously frigging herself as she served as
the young girl's gas bag.

"Since you liked that so much, perhaps you'd like a chunkier meal," Natasha
asked.

And Candy replied, "Oh beautiful Natasha, would you consider it, would you
crap in my mouth?"

And Natasha didn't hesitate.

"Certainly I will, Nurse, just lay down here with your nurse's cap on and
play with yourself while I use you as a toilet.  But I've got to tell you,
I've got a huge shitloaf baking in my colon, are you sure you can handle a
giant turd."

Ever ready to play toilet games, Nursie responded, "Oh thank you Mistress
Natasha, please give me your giant turd that I might worship it, make love
to it with my lips and mouth and then consume your guano."

Natasha thought to herself, I'll just repeat what I did the other night,
lay a huge turd in her mouth and leave part of it sticking out, the viewers
ought to get a thrill out of this scene.

And so, Nursie laid on her back, still fully clothed, but with her pubes
exposed, playing with herself, awaiting her destiny to serve as a human
toilet.  She loved her role as a cesspool.

Natasha took to acting as well as she had adapted to being a shit mistress.
She knew to be sure to pose long enough that each scene would garner enough
critical film footage.  She loved it that the crew had three cameras and
was able to shoot up at her and down at Nursie at the same time

 Natasha assumed her throne-like position with her anus poised over the
face and mouth of the more than ready Candy Nurse.  Without further ado,
Natasha began to birth the turd.  Her meal the previous evening had been
enough to help her produce one outlandish shit rope.  Even thicker than the
other evening, this fecal monster was 3 inches in diameter and it would be
a stretch to see if Candy's jaws could handle it.  Out came the column of
dung, six inches or so full filled Candy's mouth and the remaining 10
inches towered directly out of her oral socket.  Candy stood up and looked
down at the shameless whore eating her waste.  The camera operators filmed
from all angles, including one -- a tight close up of Candy's lips
locked onto the turd -- that Natasha was really looking forward to
seeing.  Natasha could tell her offering was being consumed because slowly,
but inexorably, Candy's lips were moving higher up the tower of filth and
the turd was descending into her mouth.

Natasha, as always, wanted to make it even nastier though and so she looked
around and found a tongue depressor in the faux nurse's office.  She picked
it up and stuck one end into the very firm turd, and scooped off a dollop
of her crap.  She then moved the depressor to Candy's nose and packed it in
her nose hole and then repeated it for the other side.  Both of Candy's
nostrils were now filled with shit, ensuring she would have an even better
smell sense and leaving her with virtually no room to breath.  Natasha
remembered telling Candy about not caring if she choked on her shit and
died and she knew at that moment it was completely the truth.  Hell,
thought Natasha, the viewers of this video would probably get an extra kick
out of the fact that it was a snuff video as well as on scat eating.  But,
no such luck, Candy was able to wolf down the monster turd and as she
neared completion of the sick feast, Nova stepped over and whispered
something in Natasha's ear.

Natasha, eager to perform well in her first scat video, stepped back over
Candy's face and said, "Here is something to wash it down with whore."  And
she began a frightful piss down Candy's throat.  Again, the camera operator
got in for a close up of Candy's drain of a mouth as shit and piss flowed
freely down into her sewer of a stomach.

Once finished with the banquet of bowel fruit, Candy sat up with the sated
glow of a woman who has just experienced her best ever orgasm and she
thanked Mistress Natasha for the meal.

"Could we go to my home and spend a little more time," Candy/Nurse asked,
and although she knew that in real life the request would not likely be
granted, this was different and Natasha agreed.  Natasha told Candy/Nurse
she would remain nude for the ride to Candy's home and Candy agreed.

"Before we go, however, I want some Ex-Lax or the strongest laxative you
have as it will help for our visit to your home," Natasha said.  Candy
lovingly unwrapped the bowel moving medicine and gave it to Candy.

Transition scene -- Natasha nude, Candy driving, they discuss how Candy
became a shit slut and Candy tells Natasha repeatedly how beautiful she is
and how she is the Shit Mistress of All Shit Mistresses. They arrived at
Candy's real home and Natasha imperiously gets out nude and walked to the
front door.  The camera operators get views from in front of Natasha, from
the rear (simulating Candy's view) and of shots up Candy's nostrils, where
the shit remnants lie rotting.

Scene two -- Inside Candy's house, Natasha wastes no time in again
asserting her dominance.

"Ok, you stinking shithole, time for more fun and games, do you have a
blender," Natasha asked.  When Candy said yes, Natasha told her to get it
out.  Meanwhile, the camera operators skillfully followed Candy as she got
the blender and set it up, being sure to get close-ups of the shit filling
the whore's nostrils.  Once it was set up, Candy asked, "What now
mistress?"

"I've been wanting to make you a shit shake and this blender will do just
fine, that Ex-Lax has acted quickly, turning my BM into a mushy mess,"
Natasha said.  She then got up on the counter, poised her asshole over the
mouth of the blender and cut loose with a flood of diarrhea filling the
blender bowl.

"Now slut, get over here and smell that fine diarrhea load," Natasha
barked.

Candy placed her face over the bowl and took a deep whiff of the runny scat
load filling her blender.  While she smelled the diarrhea in the blender,
she frigged herself something furiously, all of it caught expertly on
digital tape for Nova's film.

"Okay, whore, let me piss in it and then turn it on so you can have a
delightful shit shake," Natasha said.

After Natasha had finished pissing, Candy plopped the top on the blender
and turned it on high, watching transfixed as her drink was being prepared.
Candy thought absently that although she had consumed many scat meals in
her days as a lesbian sub, never had anyone so dominated and degraded her
as young Mistress Natasha.  And now Natasha had her in a film which would
probably be shown all over the world, exposing for all her shameless
longing for everything from female assholes.  Candy knew she was in love
with female assholes, especially those of young girls, but this whole time
with Natasha was confirming that what she really craved was the
degradation, abuse and humiliation.

Natasha told Candy to turn the blender off and then pour the decaying slop
into a large glass and Candy complied.

"Now shitface, drink it," Natasha screamed into Candy's face.

Candy held the putrid mix up to her face and kissed the glass and looked
over at Natasha, "Thank you Mistress."

Candy then put the lip of the glass to her lips and turned it bottoms up,
pouring the entire rank contents down her throat, chug-a-lugging the brown
mixture like it was Italy's finest wine.  Then she poured the remainder
into the glass, hoisted it towards Natasha and said, "Thank you Mistress,
with this drink, I bind myself as your slave forever, willing to do
whatever you want as long as I can worship you in any way you deem
appropriate."

With that, she repeated her earlier motion and chugged the remainder of the
decomposed body waste of her beautiful, 13-year-old mistress.  The scene
closes with Natasha explaining that now they'll be heading to the gangshit
Candy had been promised.

Transition scene -- Natasha walks out the front door of Candy's home,
still nude, gets in her car and they drive off.  As they drive, Natasha
tells Candy how she has arranged to fulfill what she is sure is one of
Candy's fondest dreams, 8 young girls crapping down her throat.  "And you
know," Natasha said, "I'm going to turn you into a shit whore after this,
selling your sorry mouth as a dumping hole for other women."

"And just to make sure you don't back out, we've got quite a setup to get
the shit meals to you," Natasha said, before entering the studio.

The final scene began with Natasha and the 8 other girls -- all nude --
gathered together in a stark office-type setting with only one piece of
furniture.  That piece was a simple, clear chair made of Lucite with a hole
in the seat.  Extending down from the hole in the seat was a funnel made of
the same clear material.  The funnel narrowed down to a 3 and 1/2 inch
diameter mouth at the end of the cone-shaped shaft.

"So, the shit whore will be here shortly and we're going to place her under
the mouth of the funnel with the end of it inserted into her mouth,"
Natasha told the other girls.  "With the end inserted fully into her mouth,
she won't have room to even move her jaws.  We are going to crap into the
top of the funnel -- she'll be able to see right through the clear
material to get a close look at each shit load exiting our asses.  The shit
will then flow down directly into her sewer mouth and directly down into
her septic tank stomach."

Candy then entered and all the girls began hooting and verbally harassing
the 40-year-old and still beautiful slut:

"What a turd face."

"Here comes the shit whore."

"Get ready, here comes the poop."

"You go girl, we're going to shit and you're going to eat."

Candy accepted the verbal abuse just as she was going to soon eagerly
accept the teenage girls' shit.  She never blushed.  She knew what her fate
here was before entering the room and she was itching to get on with the
shit eating.

"Candy," Natasha said, "before we start, spray down the funnel with this
can of PAM, non-stick Canola oil so your food -- our dung -- won't
stick and will slide directly down into your sewer hole of a mouth."

Candy slipped out of her clothes and then got under the Lucite chair and
gingerly placed the end of the funnel into her mouth.  The mouth of the
cone severely stretched Candy's lips and she couldn't move her teeth in any
sort of chewing motion.  She knew that she was going to have to swallow the
filth directly or choke on it and die.

First up was a blonde, 16-year-old hottie who plopped down on the seat and
looked down through the Lucite at Candy and said, "Here comes the first
shit loaf honey, enjoy."  And then Candy watched as the first helping of
bowel fruit exited the girl's shitter.  The first six-incher hit the inside
of the funnel and slid towards her mouth.  The log of filth plopped all the
way into Candy's mouth and flowed down her esophagus into her stomach.  All
the while, of course, Candy was furiously playing with herself.  One down
the hatch, eight more to go, she thought.

To the side of the filming, Nova thought to herself, Jesus Christ, here
we've got a babe who looks like Pamela Anderson eating the shit of young
girls and that stunner Natasha, this is going to be a tremendous video.
I'll have to raise the price from the normal $400 per copy to $500 per
copy.

The second girl, a 17-year-old, mounted the throne and began to piss into
the top of the funnel.

"There you go shit whore," the teenager said, "that should help wash the
shit filth into your cesspool of a stomach."

Then the girl plopped a 10-incher into the funnel and the turd was so firm
that it got clogged at the bottom of the 3 and 1/2 inch opening at the
bottom of the cone.  Candy stuck her tongue up into the goo in a desperate
attempt to break it free before the next girl crapped in the bowl and
further jammed up the slot.  Just before the next girl sent another shit
log into the tank, Candy broke the jammed turd free and allowed it to flow
into her mouth.

The next five girls emptied their bowels into the funnel -- none of them
more than six inchers -- and Candy got them all down into her stomach,
which had bloated out about four inches from its normal position.  At that
point, Candy retched and she puked up some of the foul, partly digested
shit from her stomach and it bubbled back up into the funnel.  The puked up
shit sat there in the bowel -- Candy had a clear view of the mess above
her mouth through the Lucite -- and then her gag reflex broke and she
swallowed it again.

The next girl, a petite redhead mounted the Lucite throne chair and
unleashed a flood of diarrhea into the bowel and down into Candy's mouth.

Then the coup d'grace.  Natasha Natoli unleashed a two-foot long,
coal-black turd that ran from her sphincter to the back of Candy's throat.
It took Candy 20 minutes to consume that filth log and when she was done,
she stood up and Natasha introduced her to the camera: "Just as there are
gangbang girls, here we have the gangshit girl -- Candy."

And the filming was over.  Natasha went the next day and watched over the
preparation of the final video and when they placed the title on it --
`Natasha -- The Shit Mistress' -- she went through a minor orgasm.
She loved that it said in the credits Cast: Starring as Natasha --
13-year-old Natasha Natoli.

part four

Natasha -- Shitting on a Housewife

This one is pretty rough, not for the faint of heart

By Will Adams


Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli -- the nasty young bitch, who was
generally in a fine mood these days -- was puzzled.

Who was it, she wondered, who bought the type of shit eating movies she had
starred in two weeks earlier.  She had gotten three copies from Nova Ramla
and stored them in her closet along with the $20,000 in cash she had been
paid.  Those parts of the deal were great, but left her still wondering who
bought and paid for the movies.

And what are the finances, she thought, how much money do they make?  With
the $20,000 they paid me and maybe $10,000 for other expenses, what would
they need to break even?  Let's say they sell 1,500 copies for maybe $200
each, that would give them a profit of $270,000!  No wonder that skank Nova
is driving a Rolls Royce.  Good grief, if they sold 5,000 copies at $300
each they would clear nearly a million five.  Natasha had no way of knowing
that they actually sold more than 10,000 copies of each film and at the
regular price of $400 per copy, they were clearing close to $4 million on
each such video.  On Natasha's video, they would make close to $5 million
as Nova had raised the price to $500 per edition.

Wow! she thought, there could be real money in those videos.  I got into
the video because of the nastiness, but perhaps this deviant sexual drive
of mine can provide me a way to make money.  For now, I'll just hope they
give me another contract to star in the next video.

But who are the purchasers and viewers of these videos, she continued to
wonder.  For the moment, she was also frustrated, as she had just started
her period.

Natasha Natoli could not have known that only a few blocks from her home, a
copy of the latest video from ScatEatingVideoProductions/All/Young/Girls
LLC -- `Natasha -- The Shit Mistress' -- was being viewed in a neighbor's
house.  Thirty-three-year-old Amber Harris, married and the mother of two,
was watching the vile video.  The youngish and pretty mother was nude in
her study, parked in her overstuffed leather chair with both legs thrown
over the arms of the chair, and feverishly whacking away at her large clit
as she viewed the super nasty movie.

At the opening screen, Amber's already overheated sexual motor had gone
into hyperdrive when she realized that the 13-year-old girl showing her
Associated Student Body card from Forest Middle School was none other than
Natasha Natoli, the daughter of Beverly Natoli, a woman she knew from the
neighborhood.  The fact that the daughter of one of her neighbors was the
lead star in one of the movies that were the most secret, perverted part of
Amber's private life was startling to her.  The 33-year-old housewife had
lesbian tendencies from the time she was in high school.  Her extreme
beauty had not led folks to assume she was a lesbo, though.  She was a look
alike for Cameron Diaz -- very feminine and pretty -- and no one ever
suspected her homosexual leanings.  Even though she loved watching lesbian
scat eating movies, she had never herself partaken of bowel fruit.  She
had, however, arranged through prostitution services to eat the snatches of
a few young female whores.  She had put aside those feelings though to get
married and have a family and live a "normal" life.  It didn't make her
happy, however, and viewing the nasty movies was one way she eased the
stress

Amber was certainly shocked at seeing the smiling face of young Natasha
Natoli grinning next to her Associated Student Body card, but she only
paused for a moment in watching the filthy scat worship movie.  By the time
the 60-minute video was over, Amber was covered with sweat and she had
worked her hot box to more than a dozen orgasms. Dear Lord in Heaven, she
thought, the $500 for that videotape was the best money I ever
spent. Breathing hard and trying to recover, she pondered her next move
regarding the teenage shit mistress.

Amber Harris decided a direct appeal would be best. She thumbed through her
Rolodex and picked up the phone to call Beverly Natoli's house.

Beverly answered the phone.  "Hello Beverly, this is Amber Harris, how are
you doing?".  Fine, said Beverly.

"Bev, I'd like to speak with young Natasha," Amber said to Beverly, "I
think she might be able to make a fine babysitter for us."  What I really
want to find out, thought Amber, is how she got into that movie.

Wow, thought Beverly, first a woman calls here who is obviously having sex
with Natasha, then one of the ugliest skanks in the world shows up and
Natasha rides off with her in a Rolls Royce and now one of the prettiest
women in the neighborhood is calling indicating what a fine babysitter
Natasha would make.  What a strange world, she thought.

"Ok, Amber, I'll put her on the phone."

Shortly the arrangements were made for Natasha to see the pretty housewife
the following morning.  Oddly, Natasha agreed, even though she thought it
very unlikely that her new lifestyle would give her much time to be
babysitting.  Hell, thought Natasha, I'm out corrupting older women, and
I'm not suitable for taking care of young kids.  Natasha thought, I don't
care anything about the women who serve as my toilets; I sure as fuck don't
give a flying dipstick about some brat kids.

However, promptly at 9 a.m., Natasha showed up on Amber's doorstep, dressed
demurely in a brightly colored sundress with large flowers.  The dress
covered her knees, but her gorgeous arms were bare and showed the fine,
chiseled limbs Natasha had developed.  Feeling wickedly nasty as always she
did leave her panties off, meaning there was nothing between the pretty
housewife and Natasha's tampon string besides thin air.

Amber Harris met Natasha at the door and hurried her into her private
study.  Natasha did not fail to notice that the Amber seemed to lose her
breath when the young, nasty teenager arrived at the door.  Her beauty and
body often did that to others and Natasha was starting to feel like
something besides her availability to baby sit might be on Amber's mind.

Sitting down at her desk and urging Natasha to take a seat next to the
desk, Amber started in, "Natasha, have you had much experience
babysitting?"

Natasha heard the words, but also clearly saw the hunger in the eyes of the
thin and pretty woman as the housewife lusted on her long, tan and silky
legs and sandal-covered feet.

Natasha slowly and lewdly splayed her legs wide and she smiled as the
pretty woman's eyes feasted on the lasciviously spread private parts before
her.  The woman was mesmerized by the gorgeous legs of the teenage
temptress and she began to bumble in her comments until she could no longer
speak as Natasha's dress rose up above her hips and Amber Harris saw the
naked twat of the star of `The Shit Mistress' seated in front of her.
Amber also saw the tampon string hanging out of the young girl's vagina and
dangling between her labia.  The housewife had given up all pretext of
talking and was just gawking at the vulgar display in front of her.
Natasha thought it was time to pounce.


"Amber, may I call you Amber," Natasha said sarcastically, "it isn't very
nice to have invited me over here on some pretext of talking with me about
child care when what you clearly are interested in is my twat.  Now tell me
the truth, or I'll cover up that beaver and you'll never see it again.  And
by the way, how do you like that tampon string hanging out, letting you
know that I have my period and despite that, you are going to be eating my
bleeding twat in just a matter of moments."

Amber tried to snap out of her near-hypnotized state, but she simply
couldn't tear her eyes away from the gorgeous sight in front of her.  And
she knew Natasha was right, she would soon be sucking the beautiful
teenager's bleeding vagina.

"Now listen bitch housewife, tell me the truth, what caused you to call me
here and tell me the truth now or I'll leave and you will miss your
opportunity to see what my menses tastes like."  Natasha figured getting
the slut mom to eat our her twat while it was flowing blood would expand
her repertoire and she intended to increase that repertoire every chance
she got.

Amber Harris couldn't hide the truth any longer.  She slumped to her knees
in front of Natasha as the 13-year-old pulled her dress up over her head to
sit completely nude in the chair with Amber at her feet.  The pretty closet
lesbian gazed with locked vision at the string hanging out of Natasha's
labia and knew that her lips would be on that string and probably the
bloody tampon within moments.

"Oh dear Natasha, I'm just so embarrassed to tell you that I called because
I just received yesterday the latest scat video in which you star.  Seeing
you in it just totally turned me on and I had to see you."

The realization that her question about who viewed the scat movies had been
answered coupled with Natasha's certain knowledge at that point that she
would be taking a shit soon in this pretty neighbor's mouth sent her into
an orgasm, she just couldn't hold off this time.  Natasha also knew that
she was going to abuse this woman.  Natasha knew she was going to take a
shit on the woman's kitchen counter and drop a turd load on her plate and
force the housewife to eat it off the utensils she served her family with.
Sweet cunt, thought Natasha, being this nasty is just too much fun.  It was
also at that moment that Natasha realized this affair with the Amber Harris
was going to be different.  Picking up a shit slut in a lesbo bar was one
thing, but having a neighborhood housewife as a perverted, pedophilic lover
was a whole new ball game.  And, she thought, it requires a change in my
approach.  Here, I have a married woman on her knees about to learn what it
is to be a lesbian sex slave.  It is just too deliciously filthy, Natasha
reflected.

In addition, it was at that moment that Natasha realized how this would be
different.

I am going to debase and humiliate her, abuse and torture her and then I am
going to ruin her life.  I know I have said of some of the other twats that
I didn't care what happened to them, but I'm going to go farther and
destroy this housewife cunt.  I really don't care about her and I'm going
to enjoy her service as a sex slut, have her fall in love with me and then
absolutely wreck her entire life.  And she won't know that's what's going
to happen, she'll be thinking the whole time that I may fall in love with
her, but instead I'll be abusing her knowing that at the end, I'll leave
her whole life shattered Oh, this is going to be fun!  And I've a good idea
about how to ruin her life; I've got to call Nova soon.

But for now, back to current matters, her twat, her bloody cunt needed
attention from the pretty and budding lesbian whore and Natasha thought now
is the time to start her defilement and to break her away from her family
and bind her over to my body.  The teenage dominatrix shifted her lower
body forward, bringing her bleeding cunt closer to the older woman's face.

"Listen carefully Amber, the answers you give right now will determine
whether you get to be one of my slaves or not.  Now answer me, do you
accept my bleeding twat as your owner, are you willing to be owned by a
young girl's cunt?"

Amber Harris knew she was about to slip forever into the clutches of this
young mistress, but she simply could not resist.

"Yes I do accept Natasha's 13-year-old cunt, her bleeding, menses soaked
cunt as my owner."

Natasha then slid down further exposing her asshole.

"And look at that sexy young girl asshole, do you accept Natasha's asshole
as the love of your life?", Natasha continued bent on ruining the
lust-filled housewife.

"Yes I do accept your beautiful asshole as the love of my life," the
housewife repeated the mantra Natasha had given her.

"Now kiss briefly my twat lips and the asshole," Natasha said.  Amber
Harris quickly complied, giving each a brief peck as instructed by her
teenage mistress.  "Okay slut, get down into that bleeding cunt and make
love to it.  I want you to start by pulling out the tampon with your
teeth."

Amber slipped her lips around the string and slowly pulled the bloody
tampon from Natasha's vagina.  Natasha looked down at the housewife with a
blood-spattered tampon hanging by a string from her mouth and decided to
give her a further shot of degradation, hocking up, moving boogers into her
loogie, she spit into the woman's face and loved the look of shock, but
acceptance, in the young mother's eyes as the spit flowed over her face.

"Well, cunt, what are you going to do with that now," Natasha asked.

In answer, Amber opened her mouth, dropped the tampon into her hand and
then kissed it.

"I'm just trying to show your tampon and you the proper reverence," Amber
said.  "I'm so hot, I really need a good cum, now!"  But Natasha cautioned
the housewife that she couldn't come until Natasha gave her permission.

"Well, that's good, for now, take off all your clothes except your necklace
and tie that pussy rag to the it.  And how do you like that smell?,"
Natasha said, "But we need to get on with your torture before your next
meal.  Here's a paper clip and I'm going to straighten it out and then
stick it through your nipple, with absolutely no pain killer."  Amber did
as commanded and was soon nude again on her knees with the twat rag tied to
her pearl necklace.

Natasha grabbed the housewife whore's left tit and slowly and painfully
inserted the paper clip into her nipple; bending it in a U-shape once it
was through the tit meat.  Natasha grinned evilly as the nipple began to
bleed and tears started to run down the slut's face.  She then repeated the
performance with the other breast topper.

"Ah, a properly bloodied housewife, you can now get on with your pussy
feast," Natasha said.

The teenage mistress then grabbed the back of the pretty lady's head and
guided it into her boiling twat.  Amber provided no resistance, indeed she
dived for the cunt meat, as her mouth and lips were guided to the sex lips
of the young girl.  Natasha steered the woman's oral cavity to the mouth of
the her vagina.  Once the lips were there, Natasha commanded her to open
her mouth and receive her bloody vaginal discharge as she made love to the
sex organs.

Natasha pushed with her lower body muscles as she felt a clot flowing down
from her uterus and she was gratified as the blood ball moved into the
Amber's mouth.  Again, she knew she had this hopeless twat as her slave as
she heard the woman's throat muscles make a swallowing noise.  Natasha was
pleased as always knowing that some filthy scum from her body was deposited
in the septic tank of another woman's stomach.

Amber, meanwhile, was very busy swabbing her tongue around the innards of
the bloody cunt, tasting the young girl's menses and reveling in the taste
and the absolute filth of it.  Hell, she thought, this is much nastier than
any of the other young twats I've eaten.  I wonder if she's going to turn
me into a shit eater, Amber thought.  One thing is for certain, I'm not
going to beg her for her crap.

Natasha moved towards a climax and then held the whore housewife by her
ears as a thundering climax roared through her body.  Accompanying that
outburst of sexual fulfillment, Amber Harris also shuddered through a
climax as the total perversity of her situation fully hit her and engulfed
her sexually.  Natasha could have continued and sought another climax, but
she was done for the moment and she very much wanted to get on with the
plan to ruin the housewife's life.  She pulled Amber's face off her sated
snatch and loved the bloody stain all over her lower face.

"Listen up cunt, I've got to go now, but I'll be back at 5 p.m., nude on
the front porch so be ready to let me in," Natasha said.

"Yes mistress," the dominated woman responded.

"But one more question," Natasha said, "exactly how much did you pay for
`The Shit Mistress' movie?"

When Natasha heard $500, her plans fully crystallized.

Natasha hurried home and placed a call to Nova, unveiling her hastily
conceived plan to ruin Amber's life.  In short order the plans were in
place and Natasha had cut a better deal than she could imagine with Nova
Ramla, the shit eating video producer.

Promptly at five, Natasha, clad in only her plastic raincoat and high
heels, arrived on the porch of Amber's home.  Amber had arranged for her
children to spend the evening with neighbors and her husband was late at
work.  Natasha immediately shed the plastic raincoat, tossing it in the
bushes nearby.  A couple of drivers honked as they drove by on the busy
street and then seconds later the door opened and Amber ushered the nude
young girl into the her front room.

"Natasha, how could you do that, anyone could see you," the housewife said.

Natasha's hand shot out, bitch slapping SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP!SLAP! the
pretty housewife harshly across the cheeks..

"Don't ever do that again," Natasha said.  "Earlier today you indicated
that you are now owned by my cunt and you will not question me. Now let's
get you're your kitchen where we can play out the rest of today's homage
festivities.  Take off all your clothes again except for the pearl
necklace."  Once the whore's clothes were removed, Natasha was pleased that
she still had the tampon tied to the necklace.

Unknown to the Amber, Nova's film crew had secreted themselves in several
key spots in her house and were about to film for
ScatEatingVideoProductions/All/Young/Girls LLC the next installment in what
would become the `Natasha' series, this one to be called `Natasha --
Shitting on a Housewife'.  Nova was convinced this would be an even bigger
seller than `Shit Mistress'.  However, under her agreement with Natasha,
Amber was not to know anything about the filming.  It was part of Natasha's
drive to destroy the older cunt's life.

Walking toward the kitchen, the naked housewife felt the pussy jam dripping
down her legs.  My blessed Mistress Natasha, Amber thought privately, I
can't help myself, I'm in love with you and want to do anything you want.
But I really need to come, but you said I can't come until you approve, I
wonder what you have in mind.

The film crew caught it all as Natasha and the housewife look-alike for
Cameron Diaz, both nude, walked down the hallway toward the kitchen.  Once
in the kitchen, Natasha turned to Amber and said, "I know you have wanted
to cum for quite some time today, but you haven't, right?"  When Natasha
saw a nod of assent from Amber, she continued, "Your chance to cum will
occur shortly after our next exchange of body material; you will have what
will likely be the most powerful orgasm of your pathetic life."

Amber was still not sure where this was going and so she queried Natasha.

"Dear Mistress Natasha, please just tell me what we are going to do and how
I might come."

Natasha shot the older woman a stare that clearly displayed her frustration
with the stupid nature of the question.

"What do you think we are going to do," Natasha said.

Amber continued to stare blankly at the frustrated Natasha, so Natasha let
loose with the answer.

"I'm going to use you as a toilet, you are going to eat and drink my piss
and shit," Natasha thundered.  `You are now a worshipper of mine, let's get
on with it."

Amber shook with fear, realizing that this was another step on the road to
the ruin of lesbian domination by a young teenage girl.

"I can't do that Mistress, it's disgusting and I've never been into scat
even though I enjoy the movies," Amber said.

"Well Mrs. Harris, you're going to be into it fucking shortly or I'll walk
out that front door and you'll never see this pretty pussy again," Natasha
said, noticing that Amber's eyes had traveled down her body to focus on the
tampon string hanging out between her labia.  She also noticed a little
drool slipping down the pretty housewife's chin.

"No, no please Natasha don't leave.  I want to be your slut, to have you as
my mistress, but I'm having trouble with the shit part.  I love watching
those shit eating movies, but I've never done it, what if I puke?"

Natasha slapped the woman's face, "You better not fucking puke, how dare
you even think such a vile thought about my precious shit."

"You won't puke, in fact you'll love it.  You'll end up begging me for it
just like the other shit whores.  Now, let's get started.  Get out a glass
and a plate."

"Ok, I'll try," Amber said with a whimper of submittal.

The nude housewife scurried to carry out Natasha's directive.  She brought
the two items near the kitchen island where Natasha was waiting
impatiently.  Natasha instructed Amber to place the two items on the
counter and then to sink to her knees.  Once Amber was on her knees,
Natasha looked down at her most recent conquest.  Amber gazed longingly up
at the long-legged beauty towering over her.

Natasha began.

"We are here in Amber Harris's kitchen that she might be able to receive
piss and shit from her Goddess' body.  This moment will bind the whore
Amber Harris to her mistress in slavery forever."

Natasha then told Amber to hold up the wine glass under her twat.  The
young girl began pissing into the glass until it filled and overflowed,
running down onto Amber's hands, arms, breasts and body and eventually to
the kitchen floor.

"Okay slut, place the urine wine on the counter," Natasha said.

Natasha then crouched down and began to shit on the plate, which Amber had
placed on the floor.  Amber Harris watched in a combination of sexual
rapture and horror as the last vestiges of honor were stripped away from
her.  Here she was, a perfectly respectful San Francisco housewife,
watching a nude teenage girl take a shit on one of her family's dinner
plates.

Natasha laid down a very, very firm turd about 10 inches long and then told
Amber to take a small knife and slice the dung roll into three pieces of
shit.

Once the slicing was completed, Amber looked up at Natasha for further
direction.  The odor of the sliced turd was both revolting to Amber and
also turning her on as she had never been turned on before, driving her to
near insane levels of sexual rapture.

"Now pick up one of the pieces of the shit and place it in your mouth to
bind yourself to me in depravity," Natasha said.

Amber reached out and picked up the turd piece and moved it toward her
mouth.  She hesitated and then Natasha urged her to complete the vile act.

"Finish the act Amber, receive my shit and then I'll let you have that
orgasm you have been craving since you ate my snatch this morning," Natasha
said.

Amber finally acquiesced and moved the shit piece to her waiting mouth.  As
she passed the piece of shit under her nose, she was further assaulted with
the foul smell, but she didn't falter in delivering it to her tongue.  She
closed her lips and felt the still warm turd piece begin to melt in her
mouth.  She tentatively chewed the turd and didn't find it that bad.  As
her overheated pussy drove her sex-fogged brain, she actually began to
think she was liking the shit; no, she thought, loving it.  I do love it,
she thought.  She looked up at Natasha and realized the lovely young girl
had converted her from a housewife into a shit whore, and she gave thanks
that the young girl had helped her find her destiny.

Natasha told her to finish the remaining two pieces of human manure.
"They're shit you know, I told you that you would love eating my dung,"
Natasha said.  Amber wolfed down the remaining two pieces, sending them to
her stomach, which Natasha was converting into a septic tank.

"And now, with this drink of my piss, you complete your slavery vow and you
may have your orgasm," Natasha said.

Amber held the wine glass in both hands and quaffed the golden brew.

Amber's body couldn't hold out any longer and she quaked through -- as
Natasha had promised -- the best orgasm of her life, with shit on her
tongue and lips and piss and shit mixed in her foul sewer of a stomach.

Natasha said, "Yes Amber Harris, enjoy your orgasm brought on by a nasty
combination of feces and urine.  What do you think of it now?"

"I must confess," Amber began, "I was hesitant and doubting at first, but I
loved it.  Your absolutely delightful dung and piss brought on my orgasm,
the best of my life.  Thank you mistress for bringing me into the world of
lesbian scat."

Natasha, fully aware of the discreet filming going on looked to further
raise the stakes, asking Amber if she wanted more.

"Please mistress, if you have any remaining shit, I would love to eat it as
I'm sure it throw me into another orgasm.  I love being a shit whore and
not even having to touch myself to have an orgasm."

"Ok slut, then hold your hands over the plate and I'll crap into your
hands," Natasha said.

Amber got into position and looked at Natasha's beautiful asshole and
watched it begin to expand.  Amber knew in her heart that she'd be happy
for the rest of her life if she could watch that gorgeous shithole open
each day to deliver a load of human excrement to her.  The manure oozed out
of Natasha's shitter, a loose load that flowed onto Amber's hands.  The
crap kept coming and flowed down onto the plate.  Once she had finished her
soft bowel movement, Natasha stood up and told Amber to tongue clean her
butthole.  Amber chowed down like the shit slut she had become and in
moments, Natasha's rear end was clean.

"Finish my shit, whore," Natasha said and Amber plunged her face into the
mess in her hands.  Once she had finished the load in her hands, she picked
up the plate and began licking it off to finish eating all of the precious
waste from Natasha.  Orgasm after orgasm racked her body.  She had indeed
become a shit slut, cumming just from the act of eating filth.

Natasha was finished with her slut for the evening and she winked at Nova
standing in the shadows and nodded her head towards the door, indicating
that Nova should meet her outside.

"Adios shithole housewife," Natasha said and walked out the front door
without further ado, still totally nude.  She left Amber panting for more,
as was her wont.

Nova was outside and Natasha got into her Rolls Royce.

"Well, did you get it all?" Natasha asked.

"Yes, sweetie, we sure did, thanks so much for coming up with that plan,"
Nova said.  "What should we call the movie."

"I still like `Natasha -- Shitting on a Housewife'," Natasha replied.

"Done," responded Nova.

"You know she buys your movies, does she have to order them?" Natasha
asked.

Nova told her that Amber simply had an open credit card account to order
any of the videos produced by her company.

"She'll get a surprise when she opens the box on that one," laughed
Natasha.  "Take me home Nova, I'm exhausted."

part five

Natasha beats the snot out of Amber -- turning her into a bruised and
welted toilet slut


By Will Adams


Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was fuming.

She knew the call would come, but she had not expected Amber's fury when
the housewife opened the latest shit eating video -- staring herself in her
real-life role as a closet lesbian slut being turned into a scat lover by
young Natasha -- from ScatEatingVideoProductions/All/Young/Girls LLC.
Natasha knew that Amber must have gotten quite a shock as she saw the vile
acts she had participated in recorded forever on video and her immediate
reaction had been to call the young girl who was the architect of her doom.

"What the fuck did you do?" Amber railed into the phone at a startled
Natasha.  But young Natasha was not one to be cowed.

"Listen you cunt-eating whore, I told you that if you got involved with me,
I'd use and abuse you.  Don't think that I care about you, I own you and
you're mine to use," Natasha shot back.

"We have to talk, I'm coming over right now," Amber said and hung up the
phone in Natasha's ear.

And so, Natasha was fuming, unaccustomed as she was to one of her toilets
talking back to her.  As she waited for Amber to arrive, a plan began to
grow from her anger.

Once her plan was firmly posted in her young mind, she knew that as soon as
the new shit eater came through the door, she had to take control of her.
So when Amber burst through the door without knocking, Natasha -- who at 5
feet, 10 inches towered five inches over the housewife -- stormed toward
the 33-year-old woman and delivered a wicked right punch to Amber's left
eye, knocking the slut to her ass.  And then, Amber began to cry, holding
her left eye (which was going to swell and bruise quite nicely Natasha
thought).

"That's just for starters, slut," Natasha said.  "To this point, I've been
so kind to you, allowing you to have my glorious piss and shit every day
since I turned you.  Now it's going to get rough because you can NEVER EVER
yell at me or think you are in any way in charge of me or even close to
being my equal.  You are a toilet and you're about to become one bruised
and welted toilet slut at my hands."

Natasha moved quickly to tie up the pretty blonde with strong ropes and
secure her wrists and ankles to heavy pieces of furniture in her living
room.  She then pulled out a switchblade knife and sliced all of the
housewife's clothes off, leaving her only with her ever-present pearl
necklace.

"Now you look about right, tied up and beginning to bruise beautifully
around that eye," Natasha said.  "You'll be a properly bruised toilet slut
-- as all toilet sluts should be -- by tomorrow morning -- and what I'm
going to add now will make it all the better."

Natasha ripped off her own panties and stuffed them in Amber's mouth as a
gag, knowing that the abuse and discipline she was about to impose on the
pretty mother could not be suffered without screams of pain.  She also
applied duct tape to the bitch's mouth to ensure her silence.

Amber's eyes widened as she saw Natasha pull some wicked looking tools out
of a large grocery bag.  She wondered where the young teen dominatrix had
gotten such instruments and then it struck her; of course, Natasha had
gotten them from the same people who made that awful movie of her eating
Natasha's bowel fruit in her kitchen.  Natasha pulled a thick leather belt
and a cat o'nine tails out of the bag, an outsized buttplug, nipple clamps,
pliers and some nasty looking boots.  Amber began to worry at least a
little for her safety.

Amber was with it enough to know the beating that had started with the
first punch she received was only the beginning.  Natasha then lit up a
cigarette -- Natasha's favorite Kool Menthol longs -- and after taking a
couple of drags she began to talk with Amber again.

"You see slut, you are in for a tough afternoon, and after this you will
either walk away from me and the BDSM I dish out, or you will be forever
bonded to it.  I think you'll end up bonded to it," Natasha said.  "Now I'm
going to start with those tits of yours, how about some cigarette burns for
starters?"

Amber tried to scream, but the gag prevented any sound from coming out and
she watched in horror as the brightly burning end of the cigarette
approached her left breast.  Both Natasha and Amber watched as the
cigarette burned into the areola of the newly blossoming lesbian slut,
creating the aroma of burned flesh in the room. The pain was excruciating,
but Natasha did not pause after lifting the cigarette and placing a similar
burn on the other side of the nipple.  She then repeated the process on the
other tit, leaving Amber near fainting with the pain of the tit torture.
Natasha compounded the pain by pulling one of the tits up by the still
embedded paper clip and pinching the other as hard as she could.

Natasha wasn't done with the breasts, though.  She took the pliers and
began squeezing the right nipple in the vise of the pliers' grip.  She
placed enough pressure on the pliers that the two ends of the pliers were
virtually touching, squeezing the nipple into almost nothingness.  Natasha
then relaxed and looked at the damage she had wrought.  The nipple was
smashed -- Amber wondered through the pain if it would ever return to its
normal size -- and bleeding.

Natasha said, "Perfect, now let's repeat that on the other one."  Natasha
repeated her tit wrecking performance with the exception that the other
nipple unexpectedly was slashed open, creating quite a bit of blood
flow. Natasha did not stop to repair or assist the tit in recovering. She
then neatly applied high-pressure alligator nipple clamps to both tit
toppers and smiled in pleasure at the abuse she was heaping on her latest
whore.  She took her time in surveying the wounds she was applying as she
paused in the agony she was applying to slip an oversized 3-inch diameter
buttplug -- without any lube -- right up into Amber's craphole.

"We need to get you stretched out so I can eventually also use your
butthole as a urinal," Natasha said.  The beautiful young girl pushed hard
on the tail end of the buttplug to make sure it was fully inserted and
seated up Amber's rear end.

Then Natasha slipped on the oversized Army boots and began to kick Amber in
the sides and along the inside and outsides of her legs.

"Those kicks will make for some nice bruises," Natasha said, 'now it's time
to get on with the belt beating.'  For her part, Amber had begun to wonder
if this discipline and punishment session would ever end.  Or if she would
survive it.

Natasha took the 2-inch thick belt and wrapped one end around her right
hand and began a vicious beating of the older woman's front side, lashing
first her breasts, then her abdomen, then her pussy and then each of her
legs.  She whipped Amber until the older whore had broken out into heavy
perspiration.  Then, for good measure, she threw 10 of the belt slaps into
Amber's pretty face, badly bruising the older slut's facial features.  Then
young Natasha turned Amber over and repeated the performance on her
backside, buttocks and legs, leaving the poor heaving slut with huge welts
over virtually all of her body.  Amazingly though, Natasha noticed that
during the abuse, Amber had cum three times.  Boy, what a slut, Natasha
thought, orgasming from being beaten.

 Finally, Natasha took the cat o'nine tails and gave Amber 50 lashings over
her back and legs.  At the end of all that, Amber was a whimpering, broken
slut.  Natasha reached down, removed the panty gag from Amber's mouth and
hocked up one of her patented, snot-filled loogies and spit it into the
pretty blonde's waiting mouth.

"Remember what you said just the other day," Natasha growled, "you swore
that my twat is your owner and my asshole is the love of your life, you
don't argue with your twin sexual organ owners, you pay reverence to them
and to me, so never again challenge anything I say, do, think or cause to
happen. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," Amber moaned looking up at the beautiful young girl, who
was fully her owner now, even more than before.

"You see Amber, I made money off you from that video -- I got Nova to raise
my fee to $50,000 -- because that is what you are good for, you are a
filthy, lesbian scat whore and I don't care about you, your family, your
house or anything about you," Natasha said.  "You exist to serve me, to be
a toilet for me and besides all that, you want me to treat you this way, as
a low-life piece-of-shit whore, don't you sweetie.  In fact, maybe we
should get a tattoo over your cunt that says something like `Natasha's
shiteater'."

Amber, broken and realizing the truth of everything Natasha said,
concurred.  "You are so right mistress, you are my owner and I love it, I'm
yours to do with as you please. I do crave your foul treatment, it turns me
on so when you abuse me. Whatever you want from me, it's yours.  Please
forgive me for questioning your decision to make the video with me eating
your beautiful scat in my kitchen and making love to your manure.  I should
have paid you to let me be in such a worship scene with you.  Please,
please forgive me and I'll never question you again.  You are right; I am a
shameless whore who is nothing more to you than a flesh-and-blood toilet."

"Ok, you piss swilling, turd gobbling whore, now's the time for your toilet
service for the day so I'll remove the last of your bonds and make ready to
receive my bodily waste," Natasha said.

She climbed over Amber's bruised and welted body and settled harshly on her
bruised and bashed face with her urethra on Amber's mouth first.  Natasha
flooded her slut's mouth with golden nectar, filling up her mouth and using
it as a urinal.  Then she moved her butthole over the whore's mouth and
told her to get ready for a huge diarrhea load.  Natasha let loose with her
first flood of slimy, loose crapload and Amber simply let it slide down her
throat to her stomach.  Since it was virtually total liquid, there was no
chewing needed.  Natasha unleashed two more watery filth shipments and
loved it as Amber accepted both down her sewer of a mouth and throat.
Natasha ushered Amber out her front door and told her to keep the buttplug
in until she told her it could be removed.  Natasha did allow that Amber
could take it out to have BMs.

Amber. after finishing the scat meal, went back to her house.  Once there
she took off her clothes and surveyed her bruised, welted and burned body
and realized, "I am a lesbian shit whore and despite the brutal beating she
just gave me, I'll still do anything she wants, assuming she'll ever allow
me to worship at her gorgeous body again."

Amber didn't know how she would explain her beating to her husband, but she
realized she just didn't care.  Her married days were virtually over and
she knew she would soon be nothing more than Natasha's sex slave and
toilet, eager to do anything to make her young owner spend time with her.