An Ocean of Misery

Synopsis: Sara and Kara are twins. Their dad is a judge. They get what they want. The main thing they want is a full use slave for their summer cruises. They get a special one this time. He enrolls as a senior right after January first. They quickly get use of him before school is out. They train him well. Will the ocean cruise be misery for him?

                   Chapter One

      Hiya suckers!  I am Sara.  My sisters name is Kara.  We are identical.  You can
      not tell us a part.  Our own parents have problems doing that.  Sometimes we get
      confused!  For example, I have a date with a guy I have went out with before,
      but I want to do something else.  No ploblem.  Kara goes out with him! Cool uh?
      Some of the guys have questioned us about  this.  They know it is possible.  We
      just chide them for not being able to reconize their own girlfriend.  Well,
      don't you think they should know the girl they are dating?  We call them dumb
      dumbs.  Boys are you know.  We have been playing games  with them since forever.
      We play with adults too.  Especially  teachers.  They are the dumbest of all.
      Most of them pretend they can tell us a part.  We go right a long with them.
      Smile and say. "How can you do that, you are so smart!  You are as good at that
      as our parents.  You are so awesome! They have no clue and wrong  as much as
      right."

      We have no classes together.  Some twins take all their classes  together.  That
      is so stupid.  Sometimes I go to a class twice,  sometimes Kara goes twice. This
      is really cool on test day!  We trade when we do that.  Our test scores
      fluxuate, sometime  75-80, sometimes 95-100.  Averages pretty good, uh?

      Guess you want to know what Kara and I look like, so I will paint you a
      photograph of us.  I will use use words for my brush.

      I am 34B-22-35.  I weigh 120 lbs, I am 5' 7".  My inseam for pants is 34".  I am
      very firm and quite strong but not a body builder type.  I am in the school
      weight program.  It is required for sports.  The B's are  identical and are
      almost C's.  They have the lift you would expect them to have.  I (we) are very
      commited to physical fitness and the care of our bodies from head to toe.  I
      have shoulder length plus, black hair with natural auburn streaks, and a lot of
      it.  My favorite arrangement is long spiral curls, it is a little curly
      naturally.  In games and practices it is piled on my head  and looks kinda like
      a pony tail coming from the top of my  head.  Really cute.  I, we have large
      wide set dark brown  eyes, naturally long thick lashes.  A lip line similar to
      Heather Locklear but fuller lips and a more pronounced curve.  My teeth are
      perfectly straight, OK so I wore braces once! High cheek bones. Kinda triangle
      face.  My skin is a golden brown with almost no blemishes.  My fingers and toes
      are long and straight with very nice nails on each.  I have a little natural
      facial hair but it  is always removed and not to much on my arms. My legs are
      always nice. My bush is trimmed 3/4" X 1 1/4" beginning immeadiately above my
      slit.  (None on the sides).  Are ya droolin yet!

      Last year we had Mrs. English for English. She is an old bitch,  spinster, no
      wonder.  No one would have her.  She is new here,  I bet there are a lot of
      happy students wherever she came from. She thought she was on to us. She started
      giving different test  to different classes!  Have you ever heard of crap like
      that.   Well, it caused us not to do so well once, that's all.  There  are a ton
      of guys that delight in helping two gorgeous damsels  in distress, LOL. We have
      guys that beg us to allow them to do  our homework. Guys that we do not date,
      would not date.  They  just value a few minutes of being near us, talking to us,
      and  even hear us say words to them.  When we call one of them by  name he comes
      close to getting his rocks off.

      Twins have lots of advantages in social life as long as they are not the type
      who gets hung up on, individuality.  We do not.  We love each other deeply. I
      know Kara is absolutely  gorgeous, she knows I am absolutely gorgeous.  We dress
      exactly  alike.  To hell with this, "Be your own self crap".

      We are starting star guards on our high school basketball team.   We are
      seniors. I am eighteen today.  Kara is only seventeen  and will not be eighteen
      until next year!  Impossible you think.   Well You are wrong!  Kara will be
      eighteen tomorrow, January first! That is so cool.  We are only five minutes
      apart.  I was born at 11:58, Kara at 12:03. She got all the stuff for the first
      baby but we shared.  We share everything, I mean everything. Maybe only one of
      us will get married and we will share one husband.  That way both of us can play
      around! Like we are  going to do that! Uhmmmmm, hold that thought!

      We do share intimately.  We always share our personal potty. Yeah we have one.
      We have always had one.  There is an endless supply.  Know how we get them?  Our
      dad does that.  He adores us and would do anything for his gorgeous daughters.
      He has nobodys appear before him.  He is a judge. Sometimes he will let one off
      on parole if the guy is the right type.  My dad is very good at telling that
      after the sentencing investigation.  If the guy fits the personality profile
      qualifications he may get lucky. Lucky is what his name becomes with us.  All of
      them have been  called, "Lucky".  Would you like to be "Lucky".  Some of you,
      maybe.  Who knows you may sit in our daddy's court someday. :)

      Kara and I had been, "messing around with this guy". When I talk  about,"Messing
      around with a guy," I am talking about messing around  with his mind.  I, we,
      get inside a boys head and drive him crazy.   Before he realizes what is
      happening we have him crazy with lust. He will do anything for us, even commit
      murder if we wanted him to.  Well this guy was a nobody. (That is the kind we
      choose, for obvious  reasons.)  His name was Joe. The name fit him, plain and
      simple.  He had been in trouble with the law, minor stuff.  My dad was his
      judge.  He told us about him. Sicked us on him so to speak. He enrolled in
      school last Jan. We owned him in a few weeks.  He could not believe his good
      fortune.  All it cost him was his body, his soul, and his life. A small price to
      pay for what we gave him.  He was sooo lucky! I mean for a guy that would be
      twenty-one the day after graduation who was never going to amount to anything.
      His elevator did not go all the way to the top.  You know, he was a brick shy of
      a full  load. His going on a summer cruise with us was unbelievable! He was a
      ward of the state, lived in a foster home.  The state would lose all interest in
      him when he turned twenty-one.  Yep, one day he was a kid who could not care for
      himself, according to  state statutes. The next day he was a full fledged adult
      solely  responsible for his own fate. His fate was sealed.  He did not  know
      that though.  Even his senior year high school experiences  never gave him a
      clue.

      I bumped into him in the hall, I had stood around the corner waiting for Kara's
      signal for almost five minutes.  She signaled and I lowered my head, raised my
      books, rounded the courner and  wiped his ass out. He went down flat.  His books
      flew everywhere.

      I said. "I am so sorry."  Then I laughted.  He was wearing wire  glasses, they
      were bend and setting on his face cockeyed.  It was  so funny. Kara took a pic
      with her phone. His nose was bleeding a  little, not from the inside but from
      the outside where his glasses  cut him. Those glasses were not made for impact!
      I turned on my left foot.  All of my weight was on it.  It was on his hand. 120
      lbs of girl muscle turned on his hand.  He screamed in pain. I smiled secretly
      to myself.  I refrained from a laugh.  That  requires control.  There I was, a
      Goddess, standing on the nobody's hand.  He was in pain groveling at my pretty
      feet.  Both of us were at our rightful place.  Even with him screaming I shifted
      my  weight so I could come down with a little bounce.  He moaned that  time. Oh,
      that felt so good.  I love it when a nobody is suffering  at the hands, or feet,
      of a superior. I love it even more if that  superior is ME  A crowd was starting
      to gather so I reluctantly stepped off his hand.   The skin was torn, bleeding,
      and looked like it may be swelling.  He  would have pain to remind him of me for
      a while.  I love it, just  love it! I made it look good for those around me.

      "I am so sorry,let me help you. I stepped on your hand too.  That does not look
      at all good.  I am sorry, uh uh uh, well what is your  name?"

      He was having a little trouble regaining composure.  He was trying  very hard to
      keep from crying, I think. I would have laughted if he  had. He finally managed
      to say, "Joe, my name is Joe".

      I reached down my hand to help him up. You should have seen him. He thought he
      had crashed through the gates of heaven and I was  an angel.  Boy did he have a
      lot to learn! Kara walked away leaving him in my very competent hands. When I
      said, "hi," his  glasses steamed up.  No, really, they did! The fool had no idea
      I had caused him all that pain on purpose.  He had a hand that may required
      medical attention just because it was on the floor and I wanted to see a little
      pain register on his pathetic loser  face.

      I helped him with his books. I asked, if he was new in school,(I knew  he was),
      what class he had 1st hour, if he knew where it was located. I had the same
      class so, I walked him to class.  I handed him my books and said, When a guy
      walks with ME, he carries!" This guy  could barely talk.  He would have carried
      me.  He would have loved to carry me!  I giggled a lot, that did not help his
      speech any. His hand had already stopped bleeding.  I did not hurt it as much
      as I wanted to. I sat by him in class.  I introduced him as a new  student.  Of
      course I told the class how I met him.  One of the guys  said. "If you survived
      a collision with Sara and are not in the  hospital, you are one tough dude!"

      Everyone laughted. He turned a few shades of red. I let him carry my books. I
      was hoping the extra books would make his hand hurt a  little more.  Pain is
      good for some guys.  It builds character! :) I took them from him when we got to
      my locker.  I got Kara's next  hour books and handed them to him.  I went to the
      ladies room and  got my 2nd hour book from Kara.  You know what she did.  She
      walked out first and walked to her next hours class with Joe calling  her Sara.
      We did this to him for three days before he caught on.   Kara and Sara sound so
      much alike we made him believe the ones that  called us the right name said the
      wrong name.  He did not know there  were two of us.  The other studens helped.
      Everyone enjoyed the  joke.  On the surface it was a harmless joke.  For us it
      was helping  Joe make the first step.  A giant step down a one way road.  A road
      of pain and humiliation for him, convenience, fun, and pleasure for  us.  He had
      been chosen to play the part of our, "Summer boy".

      Know what we do ever summer?  We take a cruise.  My dad takes a couple months
      off from the extremely stressful job of being a  judge and making life or death
      decisions.  We sail to various ports. We have been everywhere.  We have a 130
      foot yacht, complete with a crew that has been with us as long as I can
      remember.  They are well paid.  They have a great life and appreciate it. They
      think we are the greatest people in the world.  Hey, we are! They would do
      anything for us. Loyal people are a must in todays world dad always said.

      back to loser Joe. The day he discovered we were twins, we  introduced him to
      another phase of his training.  We let him wash  our car.  There was a big game
      and we simply did not have time.   We wanted our car to be clean because we were
      going on a double  date after the game for sandwiches and cokes.  We had had
      this  date for weeks, since the last day of school before break.  We  always
      kept our dates.  We are always honorable and truthful.:) We told him how much we
      appreciated his cleaning our car up really  good.  We even let him clean our car
      the day after too.  We put  our panties under the seat for him. Not the ones we
      were wearing,  much dirtier ones.  We wanted Joe to have a memory of us.  He
      cleaned our car good again. Gone was the dirt, gone were the stale  fries, gone
      were two pair soiled panties. He had taken the bate.  Joe had just taken One
      more step towards an ocean of misery.

      We had cafeteria at the same time.  We let Joe carry our trays while we flirted
      with the guys. He had to go back through the line to get  his food.  By that
      time we were almost through eating.  We were leaving just as he got there.  Kara
      said, Joe would you dump all of our trays  when you finish eating, we have a few
      thing to do.  We will be in the  student lounge.  All eight of us left our trays
      for Joe to take care of.  I flashed him a warm smile and let him watch my ass as
      I walked away. Kara's and the other two girls asses looked good to.  Kara and I
      looked  back just as we were exiting the cafeteria, he was still staring at our
      asses.  He would get many a close look.  He would learn every little inch of
      them by heart.

      Just as the bell was about to ring he came in the lounge.  Scott and I had just
      finished a quick kiss, Kara was still holding Todd's hand. Joe knew he was not
      our boyfriend and would never be.  He love to be in our company though.  Just
      looking at us and hearing us speak awed him.  He always had this worshipful look
      in his eyes when he looked at us. We let  him walk down the hall with us.  Yeah,
      he carried Kara's and my books.   The students were starting to whisper about
      the twins and their slave.  Hey, we deserve a slave, we are royalty, Joe is
      nothing. He gave Kara  her books.  She walked in her room and he continued to
      walk down the  hall with me.  I let him walk a little behind me so he could look
      at  my ass.  I wanted him to, that ass would own him.  Maybe it already does!

      "Joe," I said to him as we were sitting down.  "I want you to carry my gym  bag
      home and wash my uniforms for me.  Kara wants her's washed too.  We  have a game
      tomorrow night."

      I said this just loudly enough for Donna to hear.  Donna was a 6' power forward.
      She was only a sophomore but played on the varsity.  She was good.

      "Joe, would you be a dear and wash mine too?" She asked with a big smile. Donna
      was not goddess material, by a long shot.  She was kinda pretty  though in a big
      sort of way.  She was 5" talker than me and 50 lbs heavier. If she had stepped
      on Joe's hand, and did what I did, it would be in a cast!

      "Yes, Donna, I can wash them at the same time."

      Good news traveled fast.  Joe had 12 sets of girls uniforms to wash by the days
      end.  He would have more from now on.  The Varsity had acquired a slave. At
      practice we told our coache how Joe asked to be in charge of our uniforms.  He
      made Joe assistant manager.  Joe would get to do all of our uniform laundry. He
      would be responsible for making sure we had the right color uniforms clean, and
      on the trip or in our locker room if it was a home game.  Joe would also get to
      clean our locker room and our bath, shower and toilets. Coach Hughes was
      surprised when we told her Joe wanted to do this for us.  Joe already knew he
      would tell her he wanted to.  Coach Hughes was 6'5" and was huge, yeah, Coach
      Hughes was huge!

      Have you ever seen a basketball girls locker room, shower, and toilets after a
      game or hard practice. It is a mess. Lots of girls do not  bother to flush.  The
      place smells of sweat, stinky socks and shoes, urine, and even shit sometimes.
      We were not very tidy for the janitor. We would be a lot less tidy for Joe.  All
      of the girls knew he was  slave material. You know, made to be used.  Anyway,
      Joe washed the twelve uniforms, did a fabulous job too.  From then to the end of
      the season he had varsity and jv uniforms to care for.  Of course we started
      leaving him our panties, sport bras, and socks. Kara told me she walked in on
      him yesterday.  She caught him.  He was laying face down on a bench, socks under
      his nose and panties in his mouth. I asked her what she did.  She said she just
      said, "Hi, Joe, having fun with those.  Here I forgot to leave these for you,"
      She said she  tossed him a pair of her panties and laughed as she walked away.

      Well......we are normal girls, almost.  We can keep secrets.  It is just all of
      those people we tell that can not keep them. By the end of the next day every
      girl on the team knew about that little  incidence.  If Joe ever had one ounce
      of respect, he lost it. He was the basketball girls slave.  All twenty-two of
      them.  In a week he  was getting remarks like, "Does my panties taste better
      than Sara's?   Which taste best, petite or large?  Do you know whose panties you
      are  eating? Love my socks, do you?

      This escalated of course. Within a couple games we were wiping our ass on our
      panties if we could take a dump after a game.  After  a hard workout, it is a
      natural thing.  He got a lot of shitty  panties! Our panties always came back
      nice and clean.  We knew he was  eating our shit, we just knew it! Many started
      pissing on their panties too. You know, just the crotch. Kara and I liked to
      leave  a glob of cum in ours. We were using Joe in the most degraded way,
      well.......almost, he was just becoming more experienced for his stroll down an
      ocean of misery lane.

      There was the time before we went to state.  We had been ranked number  one all
      year.  Three days at the capitol playing on the same court the  university
      played on.  We won 4th my sophomore, third my junior year. This year we were
      winning first.  Everyone knew it.  Joe got to go with the team.  He had done an
      incredible job keeping our uniforms and our facilities clean.  Never had our
      locker room, showers, and  toilets been kept so clean.  We had that joke we told
      Joe a lot. "Joe, I swear those toilets look so clean you could eat out of them!"

      We were more than a little suspicious he really had.  Kara and I had a plan.  We
      put a video camera in the tile above stall number three. I took a dump there
      just before time for Joe to come to clean for us (They were not numbered, just
      the third stall).  He was coming to  clean them as I was leaving.  He could not
      get in if we did not want  him to.  He did not know the combination. If the
      numbers were not  punched in, the door did not open.  On the third incorrect try
      it  would not open without a key from Coach Hughes. I timed it of course.
      Accidents are planned, the good ones anyway!

      "Hi Joe, good thing you did not get here sooner.  You would have  caught me in
      stall number three.  Darn, I bet I forgot to flush. Sorry Joe." I laughed, my
      low throaty laugh.  My voice is lower than most girls.  I can be sexy soft, or
      very loud.

      "That is ok, Sara." He said. "I am used to that.  You ladies are not the tidiest
      people I ever knew, but you sure can play basketball. I appreciate being
      assistant manager.  I have always thought you  and Kara had a lot to do with
      that. Thank you.  You and Kara are awesome."

      "Thank you Joe, I hope you still think so after you go in there!"

      Oh, I can't wait until I see the video, I thought. Never have I looked forward
      to seeing one anymore than I looked forward to  seeing this one.  I smiled again
      as I walked away.  Joe had went inside.  He did not even wait to see me and my
      gorgeous ass walk  away. I guess there was something else from me he wanted to
      look at!

      Kara and I came back to school. The gym was always open until 10:00 Either boys
      and girls had practice every night except Saturday and Sunday.  The boys state
      championships were one week later than ours. They were practicing.  We would
      leave tomorrow for state.

      We went straight to the camera.  We rewound the tape while still in the locker
      room.  The place was so clean and tidy.  Maybe Kara and I would help the girls
      get another slave, or I mean assistant manager next year.  If he knew what was
      going to happen to this one he probably would not be interested! We were so
      excited.  Sure enough it shows Joe as he opened the door.  We giggled, it was
      obvious by his expression that there was an unmpleasant odor! He looked in the
      commode a few seconds.  He put his hand to his belt.  He unfasten it and zipped
      down his pants.  He let them  fall around his knees. His shorts were down in a
      flash.  His dick sprung out.  He had a hard on already. We joked about him
      jacking  off so much in the toilet that every time he smelled shit he got a
      hard on!  He dropped to his knees and started jacking off.  As he jacked off, he
      slowly lowered his head to the toilet.  Both of us  were fingering ourselves.
      Watching Joe was making us so hot. The camera picked up his moaning sounds. He
      pushed his head farther into the toilet.  My gosh his whole head was in it.  His
      face had to be near my shit.  Darn we could not see if he was actually eating
      it.  Oh I hoped he was. He stayed in that position until he got his rocks off.
      He raised up and put his clothes back up.  His face  was still facing the floor.
      I wish we could have mounted a camera  to pick up that angle.  Not possible
      though. Maybe we should have  had mirror tiles in this floor! His head started
      to raise!.....He  turned his head towards the door away from the camera.  We
      still could not see his face.  He walked out of the stall and over towards  the
      sinks.  We could hear water running and........the unmistakable sound of
      gargling.  Why would he be gargling if he had not taken at  least one bite?  We
      thought that was all that was on the tape of  any value but, he came back in the
      stall, bent over and put his head in the commode and took a deep breath and held
      it.  How does he do that!  The stench had to be awful that close to my shit and
      in a confined area like the commode.  It is bad enough in the room, but having
      your head in the toilet, UGHHHHHH! Both of us  were wet.  We pulled off our
      panties.  We each had a spare pair  in our locker.  We left ours on the seat of
      stall number three. Just so he would know they were ours we put our initials on
      the waist band of our lady jockeys. Joe would find them there when he cleaned
      again.  That would not be until we returned from the games  at state.  The cum
      would be very stale but unless I miss my guess,  Joe will still enjoy them.
      With every action he draws closer to  his ocean of misery. Kara and I will enjoy
      him tremendously!


                 An Ocean of Misery

                          Chapter Two

      I lay in bed thinking of all the things I wanted to do to Joe.
      Believe me there are a lot!  My standing on his hand was
      nothing.  Just a little treat of things to come.  He did not
      know that.  If he had, he would have run for the hills, I think.
      One can never be certain where men are concerned.  Some have
      this, I want to worship a Goddess, complex.  I know Joe has
      it, evidenced by his head in the toilet, among other totally
      reprehensible acts he has committed.  I do not know how
      ingrained in his psyche it is. The guy is not sane! Who cares
      though.  We will use him up and discard him like the nothing
      he is.  He will have his summer on the open seas, then it is,
      goodby Joe.

      We boarded the bus and left for the state final four.  It was
      great.  The whole school let out.  Many saw us off.  Some
      followed us and many others made their own way to the capitol
      city just to watch us win the state championship.  We won third
      last year without a senior on the squad.  Kara and I have
      improved a lot. A couple others have improved greatly.  Donna
      is a lot stronger.  We are going to kill them just like we have
      killed everyone all year. This year, we have our own private
      slave.  Even Coach Hughes refers to Joe as being our slave
      when it is just us girls around. I do not know why we don't
      just say it out loud to the whole school.  All the students
      know it.  I can not believe that nosey old maid English.
      She tried to warn Joe about Kara and I.  He told her to bug
      off. Joe is almost twenty-one! He knows what he wants. He is
      having the time of his life.  He is the only male on this bus!
      Even the bus driver is female. 

      The state capitol is almost four hours away. We stopped at a
      McDonalds for lunch. We gave Coach Hughes our orders.  She
      turned them in and paid for them.  Joe had a copy of our orders. 
      He brought our food to us.  He also got refills for us.  I
      think he was disappointed because he could not clean the toilet
      after all of us used it! I think he is in to cleaning women's
      toilets!

      We won our first game that night. I had eight assist.  One down
      and one to go. When we got back to the rooms we celebrated a little. 
      Coach Hughes had got a separate room for Joe. About 10:00, I
      looked at Kara, she looked at me.  I think we got the same idea
      at the same time.  We do that a lot.  We sneaked out and went to
      Joe's room.  I knocked on his door.  No answer.  I knocked
      louder.  I heard a voice say. "Who is it?"

      "Sara and Kara, let us in."  That did not take long.  The door
      opened and there stood a very surprised Joe.

      Kara asked him, "Joe have you ever hooked up with a girl?"
      Both of us pushed him aside and went in.  We were horny and
      Joe spelled relief.  We had a big game tomorrow night and
      We were going to get ate out just a little tonight. We had
      big plans for Joe tomorrow night.  We would celebrate.  Joe
      would be the entertainment.

      "No, but I want to," Joe said.

      I like honesty.  It is especially desirable in a nobody,... to
      a point.

      "I will put this on you." I told him as I pulled a scarf I tied
      in my hair for practice.  I put in around his head blindfolding
      him.  He complained but I told him he could not see us naked
      until we were ready for him to. It was a priviledge he would
      have to earn.  At a high price too. We were modest, and proper
      young ladies.  He was about to be rewarded for all the thoughtful
      things he had done for the Lady Dragon Fires.

      We quickly undressed. Both of us laid on the bed side by side. 
      Our asses rested on pillows.  We had Joe on his knees.  He looked
      so useful in that position. Kara slid down the bed and placed her
      legs over Joe's shoulders.  We had to instruct him on how to do
      so much.  It subtracted from our pleasure a lot.  He was better
      with me but he had a lot to learn about cunninlingus.  I thought
      about just using him for a toilet.  I do not think he will ever
      be any good at eating pussy.  His tongue is to short and will
      not roll. We will certainly have all the skin cut from under his
      tongue.  If he swallows his tongue and chokes to death we will
      spend the summer without a summer boy.  I know that may sound like
      a cruel thought by me. Ask me if I care.  Kara and I so deserved
      a guy to use and abuse for our pleasure on our cruises. We must
      have more tongue than he can give now. He is so limited. 

      This use of Joe will removes all of the stress of school and
      the big game tomorrow night.  Just thinking of some of the things
      I will do to this pathetic excuse for a human is making me cum
      more than his mouth and tongue are capable of enducing.  If I
      could just sink my nails and teeth in him.  I would love to put
      my feet in his stomach and push as hard as I could to feel his
      shin cut in the path of my toe nails.  I would like to tell him
      to raise his head then backhand him as hard as I could with all
      my rings on my fingers.  Seeing the tears flow from his eyes
      would make my orgasm more intense.  Then I would place my pussy
      over his eyes, make him open his eyes to receive my hot cum. 
      Grab his cock and pull it off if he did not leave his eyes open
      and permit my heavenly jucies access to all of his eye.  After
      it is there for awhile I would piss in his eyes to wash out the
      cum.  Joe will receive that and a whole lot more this summer,
      including the pubic hair treatment. Ohhh, he is doing much better
      now.  He has found my clit and is licking it very fast. 

      "Joe, that is sooo good." I moaned as I reached orgasm in his mouth,
      I squeezed his ugly face so hard.  I wish he could see the look of
      my superiorty as I moved my thighes on his face.  I could resist
      no longer, even though I knew it would leave marks on him. My nails
      went to his back and I raked up hard.  My nails are short but very
      strong. He would have marks there for a long time.  I gave one last
      moan and released his face.  He was gasping for breath.  I almost
      suffocated the worthless shit face. While he was gasping for air
      Kara squatted above his face and cut the cheese.  Boy did that stink. 
      You should have heard him cough and splutter as the methane gas
      entered his lungs. Both of us laughted at him.  The ass hole did not
      even protest. Plus the bulge in his pants grew.  See, I said he had
      masturbated so much in our gym toilet that every time he smelled shit
      he got a hard on!

      "Come here," I told him as I grabbed his hand.

      "Don't touch that blindfold panty eater!"  Kara told him as we
      led him to the bathroom.  We started removing his clothes.  He
      said a few protest words, but not very strongly.  Maybe the stupid
      ass hole thinks we were going to fuck him.  We are, but not like
      he thinks.
      "Get in the tub and lay face down.  Your back is cut pretty deep
      and we know just what it needs. If you move, you will get no more
      of our panties, none of the other team members panties either."
      Kara told him.

      I chided in with, "I won't leave you anything in stall number three
      either.  I know how you enjoyed that little gift from me." 

      He started to speak.

      "Don't bother with any explanations, we have it all on video, we
      know everything." Kara said laughing. "If you move or remove Sara's
      scarf before we leave we will show everyone in school our toilet
      stall number three movie staring, Shit Face Joe.

      That was just to funny. I could hardly clime up on the edge of
      the bathtub.  I got a foot on either side of the bathtub.  I cut
      lose and pissed all over his back.  Piss is good for a wound you
      know.  He protested a little but Kara was watching his mouth.
      As my piss ran off of him into the drain his tongue was out licking
      it.  This guy wants to drink my piss.  Well, he will get to, in
      spades!

      When I finished pissing on the twerp Kara did the same thing.  She
      was right.  He began lapping her piss as soon as it ran off of his
      back and got near his mouth.  He is so sick.  This guy is weird with
      a capital W!

      We put our clothes on and left. Neither of us said anything to him.
      Who wants to talk to a sicko. I bet he sucks on my scarf which became
      saturated with our pee.  He probably licked the tub clean after we
      left. I am beginning to think he is to sick to be our summer boy.
      I mentioned my thoughts to Kara.  She laughted and said.

      "Don't be silly, Sara.  He is exactly what we want.  He will do all
      that sick stuff willingly from the beginning. I bet he would serve
      us any way we wanted right now."

      I doubt that, she was just making a point about how good he would be
      this summer.  If I did to him now what I will do this summer he would
      run, parole or no. He is crazy, worthless, and weird but he is not
      stupid.  He has a life preservation wish that all people are born
      with.  He does not want to commit sideways! When we are almost
      through with him, well.....that is different. 

      I slept beautifully. Kara said she did too. I needed what Joe provided. 
      I wish all the girls could have used the, "Joe Stress Reliever"!

      There is a lot of pressure playing for a state championship. Joe
      certainly relieved a lot of stress for us last night.  It cost him
      nothing. We do not think less of him, how could we? We already knew he
      was the lowest thing on earth.  We enjoyed using him though.

      At breakfast we met Coach Hughes. She told us she knew we visited
      Joe's room for a little while.  She told us we were eighteen and
      adults.  She hoped we did nothing foolish.  I told her what we did
      she sounded amazed at first.  But maybe she was amazed that we would
      do that to him.  She smiled with a forlorn look, then said.

      "You ladies are smarter than I gave you credit for. Maybe after
      school is out I will teach him a few things about serving women."

      We were surprised at that. But if one gives it thought, she has
      to have femdom tendencies to accept Joe as a locker slave for all
      of us girls.  She encouraged him to be our, "assistant manager".
      Call it what you want, Joe was our slave.  She encouraged all of
      the girls to allow Joe to be our slave. Everyone showed him less
      respect as the season progressed. He was eating all of our panties.
      Everyone knew that. We never mentioned that to Coach Hughes but
      she had to know.  Why would we start leaving our panties and socks
      behind with our uniforms? Surely she caught him doing weird stuff
      with our panties and socks. She had more access to the room than
      any of us. Well, maybe not more, but as much.  She was in there a
      lot too, like any good coach. She is an excellent coach. She knew
      what was going on about everything else, so she had to know, she
      just had to.  I bet next years team gets an, "assistant manager",
      early in the year! I will have to tell dad to keep an eye out for
      slave material, he did so good on this one.

      We lost the championship game. I went down with a severely
      sprained ankle in the first minute. Joe was the first one on the
      court.  His eyes held as many tears as mine.  The trainer knew
      instantly my season was over.  Joe helped me off the court.  I
      let him.  He was so upset.  He attended me in everyway.  Well
      everyway allowable on the court in public.  I could have certainly
      used a pee toilet.  I needed to go badly after being hurt so much.
      I let him carry me to the locker room.  He could not go inside. 
      The trainer helped me, female of course.

      I was wrapped and iced.  The trainer said it was not serious and
      that I would be ok in a few days.  That did nothing for me now. 
      Who cares about next week.  This is my last high school game.  I
      went back out on crutches the university provided.  I sat on the
      bench and watched us lose by 3 points. I was devastated. Never
      have I been so sad. If I could have played only a quarter we would
      have won. Donna made a desperation attempt that would have sent the
      game into overtime.  It bounced off the rim. If I had been in the
      game we would have beat them by 10-15 points. Everyone said so. 
      All of us girls cried and cried.  We did not celebrate.  Coach Hughes
      did her best to cheer us up, especially me.  She said I was to hard
      on myself.  Joe stayed on all fours the whole trip back so I could
      rest my leg on his back.  Now was he a good slave or what?

      When we got back home Joe stayed on all fours and gave me a ride
      to the door of the bus.  My dad met us there and helped me off the
      bus.  I was being babied, I knew that but it hurt less if I had
      help.  Joe asked if he could go home with us and help me tomorrow
      which was Sunday.  Dad agreed and call the foster home where he
      stayed.  Since my dad was the judge, he could do anything. There
      were only two more months of school.  I was already looking forward
      to our summer cruise. When we got home Joe got on all fours at the
      door and carried me inside.  I admit it, I liked riding him.  If
      I could have him all week I would stay home and recuperate. Maybe
      I will suggest that to Dad tomorrow.  What his little girls want,
      his little girls get.  It has always been so. 

      Joe carried me to my room.  He asked me if I wanted him to carry me
      to the bathroom.  I had my own private bath.  I told him yes in
      the sweetest voice I have ever used to address him.  He carried me
      in the bathroom and stopped in front of the commode.

      "Do you need me for anything, Sara, anything at all?" He asked.

      Why not go for it I thought. I know he is beging for it.

      "Joe, sitting down on that thing will be hard for me, no place to
      put my foot in comfort.  You want me to be comfortable, don't you?"

      "Yes, that is why I asked to come home with you.  I mean it,
      anything at all, anything without bounderies. Just ask.  I could
      refuse you nothing anyway.  You are so beautiful, Sara. I want to
      do everything I can to make you confortable, all of you."

      Now could he have been any more plain about it.  He was asking to
      be my personal potty.  Well wasn't he? I knew I was going to use him.
      I wanted to, he wanted me to.  Why not?

      "Yes Joe, you can do something special for me.  You know, like in
      the motel when I was peeing on your back.  I know you were tasting
      my pee.  Now I want you to drink all of it. You can sit there and
      I will straddle your face."

      I sat on the commode, cover down. 

      "Untie my shoes for me Joe."

      He could not wait to comply.  He was like totally tuned to my needs.
      This was going to be an awesome experience.  Never have we ever had
      anyone who wanted to do a disgusting, degrading act like this before.
      We have always made them.

      "That is it Joe."  I said as I unfasten my jeans.

      "Pull them off Joe."

      I held out my legs as he carefully pulled my jeans off.  He was
      flushed with anticipation or embarrassment, who cared which one.
      He looked at me, total worship. He was trying to look only at my
      face because he was so embarrassed to look at my crotch, where he
      obviously wanted to look. I put my fingers in the waist band of my
      panties. 

      "We have to remove these too, Joe.  Help me get them off."

      You should have seen him. His hands were shaking as he wiggled
      my panties off my ass and down over my legs.  His nose was close
      enough to smell my crotch. As I helped him by bending my knees
      so that he could get the panties over my feet, I spread my thighes.
      Joe looked right at my pussy. I bet he had never seen one before.
      This one was very beautiful, shaved with lots of black and auburn
      bush above my pussy. He was mesmerized. I watched him look at it.
      He licked his lips, so help me, he did. I raised up and slipped my
      leg over his shoulder. He knelt down as I swung my other leg over
      his other shoulder. He certainly had the view he craved now!
      I reached for his head as I moved forward to position his mouth
      over my pussy.  He was so willing.  He really and truly wanted
      to swallow my piss. I started slowly. I would pee and then stop.
      Pee and then stop. I did that a whole lot before I was finished.
      He did not let one drop escape.  When I finished, he licked my
      pussy like it was candy.

      "Thank you Goddess Sara," he said.

      That was the first time he had addressed me properly. I loved the
      sound of it, "Goddess Sara".  How sweet it was.

      This was not all I had to do. I had to shit. I was sure he had
      tasted my shit while he was in stall number three. I could not
      see it but his head was so far into the stool, he had to. Why not
      I thought.  So he says, no, and I show him how pissed (no pun) I
      am. I thought about how to go about it.  It was to disgusting to
      discuss. We are talking about one human, well almost, eating the
      shit of another huma....no, Goddess.  That is acceptable. :)

      I dismounted his face turned around and backed up with my ass.
      I lowered my ass.  As I did I looked down between my legs.  Can
      you believe he had tilted his head back AND opened his mouth.
      He wanted to, he really wanted to.  Ughhhhh, that is so disgusting!
      That is horrible.  I can understand it when a guy is being forced
      and given a ton of pain, but wanting to! Like I would have ever
      believe that possible!

      I smiled a smug little smile as I lowered my ass hole to his open
      mouth.

      "Joe, if you put your hands up and make me a seat I will be more
      comfortable."

      "yes, my Goddess," he said and instantly his hands were on my ass
      making a seat for me so I could shit in comfort.  This guy is to
      much.

      "Lick me with the tip of your tongue, Joe." I sweetly commanded.

      Instantly I felt the tip of his tongue exploring my rosebud. I
      pushed down with my abdominal muscles and out came a fart. I said
      nothing, just reached for a bath towel and draped it around my
      waist. It really stunk. Must be the bowl of chili I had with
      my burger. He gasp a little, no complaints. He was holding my fart
      in his lungs!  My gosh, he is incredible.  I pushed again.
      Another fart escaped only to be sucked down Joe's windpipe and
      into his lungs where he again held his breath.  I smelled nothing
      that time.  This is the way to take a shit, believe me! I pushed
      again. A turd entered his mouth. I waited to give him time to
      swallow all of it.

      "Are you ready for more, Joe?" I asked him, still sweetly.  There
      will be time for the tough talk later.  Right now this is working
      beautifully. I have a very willing toilet.

      "Yes, Goddess," he answered.

      I gave him more. I pushed a little harder this time. A larger
      amount entered his mouth. I heard him gulp as it went down.
      That is so repulsive, isn't it?  He wanted it, he actually wanted
      it.  I continued to shit in his mouth and he kept swallowing.
      No complaints, no revolt, just dedicated compliance by a guy
      who knew his proper place in life.  Never have I felt so superior.
      I felt like a Goddess, I really did.  Joe called me, "His Goddess".
      Well I am not his anything.  I do believe I am a Goddess though.
      Joe has proved that beyond any doubt.  I am a Goddess and Joe
      is my toilet slave.  I am not going to stop using him either.
      Joe is being my toilet until he dies.  I do not know how long
      a guy can be a toilet if he is given antibiotics, stomach medicine,
      vitamins, etc.  I will know after Joe.  That is the road he will
      travel.  Willingly I believe, if not, I know how to make him.  His
      live would be shorter if I have to make him though.  It will be
      better for him to continue as we are.  Me enjoying my potty, and
      him enjoying, eating and drinking all that comes his way.  I will
      tell Kara tomorrow.  If he wants to serve her in the same way,
      great.  If not, well I will just use him twice as much. :) I
      wonder if I took two big dumps in a fifteen minute period would
      he question if I was Sara both times. :) Ohhhhh, I love that tongue.
      He licks so tenderly.  He worships my ass, I know he does.  Kara
      and I are identical.  he will love her ass too.  This pig just
      loves to be used.  It is great, I love it.  So much attention.
      His tongue may not be the greatest for eating pussy but it sure
      is terrific for licking ass.

      "Carry me to bed slave, you can take my panties to inhale but
      don't you get any shit on them.  That stuff stinks.  Not everyone
      likes the scent the way you do.  Something else slave, don't you
      dare brush your teeth, wash your mouth or drink anything until
      tomorrow.  I will sleep with a warm tingling feeling knowing you
      are tasting my shit all night long.  Tomorrow I will let you
      wash down the residue of my shit in a special way. A delish golden
      stream will replace the yucky brown stains in your toilet mouth."

      I had to laugh at that one.  He had this dejected resigned look.
      I have seen it many times when we broke a slave and he realized
      his future was written in blood, his! But what happen next I have
      never seen.  He looked at me and worshipfully said.

      "Thank you Goddess for allowing me to care for you and serve you
      in this manner.  I will always try to insure your life is great.
      I will serve you in any and all ways you wish.  I am completely
      yours for life.  Thank you Goddess Sara."

      I just looked at him, wrinkled my nose and said, in my haughtiest
      voice,

      "You stink. Sleep in the bathroom of the guest room tonight.
      We will find suitable arrangements for our new toilet slave tomorrow.
      Kara and I will love using you as our toilet.  I do not think you are
      good enough to be the toilet of such beautiful ladies, but, you will
      have to do for now. There are a lot of things you will do for us
      besides enjoying the fine cusine coming from our bods.  If you
      are really good, work hard, and serve us well, maybe you will get
      cum to swallow.  Would you like that shit mouth?"

      "Oh yes, Goddess, please I will do anything for your and Goddess
      Kara's cum."

      "OK, but for now, put these on and go."

      I handed him two sets of cuffs and showed him how to fasten his left
      wrist to his right ankle and his left ankle to his right wrist. I
      pointed toward the door. I watched him slowly crawl out of my bedroom.
      As soon as he left I hobble to the door and locked it.  He was harmless
      in that position, I think any position! Still I wanted my bedroom door
      locked with anyone in the house deranged enough to want to be a toilet
      for two girls just because they are beautiful.

      I laid in my bed, my ankle hurt.  Still I stared dreamy eyed at the
      ceiling for awhile.  The thoughts of tomorrow and the days to come
      with Joe, danced in my head and I could not sleep.  I have never
      experienced this before.  This is true worship of one person for
      another.  Surely he knew he was giving his life to us.  One thing
      is for sure, we would take it!  Boy, would we ever take it. He can't
      be the only man in the world like this.  If they are out there, daddy
      will find them for his two princesses. If there were ever true Goddesses
      in the world, Kara and I are.  If there never were, then we are the
      first. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face in spite of the
      pain in my ankle.