New PlumbingSynopsis: Fantasy fullfillment of a grizzly kind. Man finds himself drawn into a a life that both fulfills and horrifies him. This story is a custom story, written for specifically for someone. Chapter 1 Michael loved the feeling of his cock splitting a nice tight cunt. He sawed in and out of the woman under him with vigor, if not a lot of grace. Sandy didn't really care; as long as her hungry little pussy had some cock in it, she was fine. Michael wasn't the best she'd had, but he was her boss and he was taking care of her quite nicely - in more ways than in the sack. Besides, at thirty-five, he was still in excellent shape and had a lot of stamina for a good fuck. He was approaching an orgasm now, and she squeezed her inner muscles, urging him with words to fuck her harder. She'd already had an orgasm or two by this time and it was getting late. People would talk if they were both late getting back to the office. Michael's cock started to spasm, dumping a load of thick, creamy cum into Sandy's pussy; he grunted as spurt after spurt blasted the back of her cunt. He loved the feel of her slick walls massaging his cock as he dumped rope after rope of cum in her body. Still, he thought as he slid out of her, as good as it was, he wished she'd let him fuck her asshole. His cock was dying to penetrate her perfect little star and she wouldn't even let him put his tongue on it. They lay there panting, having just split apart, his cock dripping with their cum when his cell phone rang. "Hello," he said answering it. It turned out to be his wife. Shit, she'd kill him if she found out he was doing Sandy. Thinking back on it, he wondered why he'd gotten involved with his cute secretary. He was sure that she'd somehow been the one to maneuver him into it. Of course, the once a week sex with his wife was a good reason to stray. Patricia, his wife, was upset because his mother hadn't been able to reach him at the office and had called her instead. Se didn't like his mother much and Michael knew he'd have to listen to all kinds of crap when he got home. He grimaced, thinking that his mother was awful forgetful lately. He'd given her his cell phone number a dozen times but she kept forgetting to use it. "Yes dear, I'll stop there on the way home. No, I won't forget to pick up some milk. Yes, I love you too." This last comment was a little strained since Sandy had taken his slick cock in her mouth and was sucking on it while squeezing his balls. He disconnected the call and looked at her. "Sorry," she said. She really wasn't. She got off on having his cock in her mouth while he placated his wife. "It looked like it could stand a few more licks." His cock was still in her mouth a minute later when he noticed the time. "Shit, we gotta get back," he said. They jumped in the shower, threw on their clothes and left the room, getting into separate cars to head back to the office. Neither took note of the large black SUV that was in the lot. They had no reason to. But the owner of the Cadillac ESV certainly noticed them. She smiled, her teeth very white against her dark face. True to his word, Michael stopped at his mother's house on the way home. He walked into the house and saw her sitting in her chair facing the TV, which was currently turned off. She seemed to be staring off into space. "Mother," he said. She didn't respond. Perhaps she was sleeping, he thought. But no, her watery brown eyes were open, if very unfocused. "Mother," he said more sharply. She jumped and looked at him. He was a bit worried because it seemed in these last few months that she'd been going down hill fairly quickly. Thankfully, Emme, her next door neighbor, looked in on her often. Mike had a thing for the heavyset black woman, and she seemed to like him as well. She was pretty bossy and his wife hated her, so he rarely had the opportunity to speak with her overlong. Still, they'd had more discussions than Patricia knew about, since she was often over here visiting with his mother. Patricia avoided his mother since she didn't like her very much. Said she was too much of a pest and Michael let her boss him around too much. Which was interesting because Patricia did exactly the same thing. Badgered Michael and pretty much made him do whatever she wanted him to do. It did annoy him, but not too much. She was his wife, after all. "Mother, Patricia said you called her. Why didn't you call my cell number?" His mother finally focused on him. She hadn't been too healthy these last few years and this year she'd been going down hill even faster. She said she was lonely, but he knew that Emme was always over here helping her out, so at least she had one friend. He and Patricia also came over, although not as often because of Patricia's dislike. Patricia didn't like Joan because she saw Joan, Michael's mother, as competition. Michael did whatever she said and Patricia was sure that if Joan had been giving him pussy, like she was, he'd have never left home. Michael was easy, to Patricia's way of thinking - he made good money, did what she told him and she let him have sex with her once a week. He wanted it more, the horny fucker, but she had standards to maintain. "Why didn't you call me back, boy? Think I wanna sit here all day waitin' on you? I had somethin' important to tell you." Despite her sharp tone, Michael thought that she seemed to be a bit distracted. He was about to apologize to her when the bell rang. "I'll get that," he said. It was Emme, the woman from next door. She walked inside, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the lips. She always did that if his wife wasn't around. "Hi honey," cooed the big woman. Michael, despite having his cock drained by Sandy a few hours ago, felt himself start to get hard again. "Hi Emme," he replied, drinking in her form. Emme wasn't very tall, only about 5'6". But she carried herself with a confidence that even his wife seemed to shy away from. Plus the fact that she was always well dressed - beautiful business suits, high heels, the works, made her tower over his somewhat heavy, 5'4" tall wife. Emme also had huge breasts, which fascinated Michael since neither his wife nor Sandy had big tits. Emme breezed past him into the living room and bent down to whisper something into his mother's ear. The old woman stiffened and bowed her head. "What's up?" asked Michael. "Oh, nothing dear," replied Emme with a twinkle in her eye. "I was just reminding your mother that I could set up a hair dresser appointment for her, if she wanted. I'm sure they could do something about her hair. I know it bothers her so." Michael saw his mother stiffen and knew she was annoyed by the comment. Her blonde hair was now mostly gray and was thinning quite a bit. "Now mother, why don't you let Emme set something up? I'm sure you two would have a good time," he said. The woman shifted somewhat uncomfortably in her chair. "Don't be telling me what to do, boy." she replied. "Now Joan," said Emme, "Don't be so hard on Michael. He's only trying to help. Michael dear, why don't you come into the kitchen. We can make your mother some tea while she rests in here." Michael's heart started pounding. He liked being alone with Emme, even though he knew nothing would come of it. Still the sight of all that cleavage never failed to arouse him. He knew he'd have to wait a few days to relieve himself since it wasn't Friday night - the only night that Patricia would have sex with him. Maybe he could convince Sandy into a quickie tomorrow. Emme and Michael made small talk while he heated the water. She motioned him over, as she sat at his mother's table. He liked this view - looking down onto her exposed, dark skin he was able to get glimpses of her cleavage. He looked once too often. "You like what you see, honey?" she asked. Michael turned red and stammered, "What? What do you mean?" "I can see you wanting to look at my tits. You like what you see?" she asked thrusting her impressive chest out even further. Michael liked his lips, not sure how to reply. "C'mon," she said, unbuttoning her top button, "If you tell me you like them, I might let you see more." "They're very nice," he replied, trying to keep himself under control. His cock was hard and she ran one long nailed finger over the bulge in his dress pants. "I'll tell you what," she said, "I'll show you my tits, if you pull out your cock and let me see it." Michael was confused. She'd never given him any indication that she thought he was attractive. He licked his lips, unsure about what to do with this new development. The water started boiling and Emme got up to pour a cup for herself and one for his mother. "So, am I gonna see that cock or do you forget about ever seeing my tits?" she said as she sat down with the two cups and a small pitcher of milk. She helped his decision by running a finger over his rod again, then unbuttoning another button on her top. Michael slowly reached for his zipper and began lowering it. His cock was iron hard as Emme unbuttoned her blouse and he was able to see her heavy breasts encased in a dark, lacey bra. She made him open his pants and drop them to the floor before she'd show him anything else, then pulled one huge tit out of her bra. His cock pulsed, and his eyes glued themselves to the thick, baby bottle shaped nipple. It was hard and a dark, dark brown and she tugged on it a bit while reaching out to stroke his cock. "You have a nice cock," she said. "Do you think you could cum for me?" Michael was beyond words and just nodded. Emme continued to dry stroke his stalk, but soon pre-cum was lubricating the head. She never touched it, instead leaned back and make him use his own hand. She played with her tits and nipples while urging him to cum. "That's right. Cum for me. I wanna see your cock shooting some cream, 'cuz I have just the place for it." Michael misunderstood what she meant because she licked her lips to entice him further. He thought she wanted him to cum in her mouth. Finally, stroking himself harder and harder, he was almost there. Just as he was about to cum, she made him push his cock down; it was too late to keep him from dumping his load. He heard a splash and realized that she'd just made him cum in his mother's tea. "Very nice," she said, hiding her breasts away from his sight. He was looking at her, confused once again at what she was playing at, as she rose and headed into the other room. "If you can keep a secret, then I'm sure we can do something like this - and more -again." By the time Michael came into the living room, his mother was sipping her tea. She took a healthy swig of it just as Michael was entering the room. Emma looked up at him with a big smile on her face. "Do you like your tea Joan?" she asked. "Michael helped me make it. He's such a good boy." Michael flushed at being called a good boy by a woman who was only ten years older than him, but he kept his mouth shut. After all, he didn't want to screw up any chance he might have of getting some sex with Emma in the future. He was quite well satisfied when he left - even though slightly upset that his mother had drunk his cum. He didn't see Emmy for the rest of the week, although she was there on Saturday when he stopped by to mow the lawn. It was pretty much the last time in the season he'd have to do it and he was looking forward to not having to take care of it for a while. Of course, his mother always found things for him to do around the house, so it wasn't like he was home free. Sometimes, she could be a real pest. Emme stood when he came into the room and some who maneuvered him into the kitchen while his mother stayed in the living room. "Do you think you're mother would like some more tea?" she asked. Michael was a bit embarrassed. He wanted more of Emme, but thought that cuming in his own mother's tea was a bit much. On the other hand, Emme looked so good today. She had on a tight, white silk top and a short skirt. Her heels, very high and strappy, and her black stockings completed her outfit and made her look very hot. Still, he tried to be casual. "Somehow, I don't think she'd appreciate knowing about what happened." "Well, like I said," said Emme as she sat at the table, "Keeping secrets is important." She had a look on her face that made him think she was talking about more than just the tea incident. He had no idea what she was talking about though. "Here," she said, "let me help with your decision." She stood and took off her blouse. Under it she had a black corset that was tightly laced, her huge, firm tits tightly clasped in the satin. Emme crooked a finger and Michael, as if in a daze, walked over to her. In seconds she had him out of his shorts and underwear. This time, she slid his turgid cock into her mouth, running her tongue under the ridge. "Oh yeah," he said, "that feels great." She popped the rigid member out of her mouth and said, "So if you wanna cum, you do it where I tell you." The fingers of one hand were playing with his balls, while the other scratched gently under the head of his cock. "Emme, that's so perverted," he replied. Her response was to pull down the cups on the corset, exposing both her tits. "She'll never know," said the woman. Michael wasn't listening anyway. His eyes were fastened on the two, big, firm tits topped with stiff, chocolate brown nipples. He wanted to suck on them and started moving toward his goal. Emme tightened her grip on his penis, making him almost moan in pleasure. "You can suck 'em, if you cum where I tell you," she said in a husky voice. Her hand on his cock and the sight of her tits made thinking very hard. "Yeah, OK, whatever." "Fine," she said, "then why don't you start sucking.? Don't take too long, because mamma might wonder where we are." In a flash Michael was on his knees with his hands around the large globes. He sucked the hard nipple into his mouth and Emme hummed with pleasure. "Oh baby that's good," she said as he went from nipple to nipple, lightly biting and licking each, then pulling the flesh into his mouth as he sucked hard. She let him go on for a minute, then said, "Why don't you let me finish you off so momma doesn't get upset with us being gone so long?" Michael stood and Emme once again took him in her mouth. She alternated sucking him, and sliding his slick cock between her large tits. Once again, as he started to cum, she directed the stream into the tea cup. By that time, Michael was too far gone to care where he came, as long as he came. He stayed a bit longer, while his mother finished her tea, so that they could talk. Emme did most of the talking with his mother grunting an occasional response. At times he couldn't be sure if Emme was being mean to his mother or not. She mentioned her thinning hair several times and also the fact that she was pretty heavy. Finally he decided it was time to go. Emme walked outside with him. "I hope you had a good time today," she said. "If you find some time, I'm sure we can come up with other interesting things to do." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and he left. Emme turned and went back into the house. She walked into the living room and stood looking down at the woman in the chair. "Did you like drinking your son's cum?" she asked with a sneer. Joan knew better than to argue with Emme. "Yes Mistress," she said. "Good," said the woman. She sat down on the couch and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing no panties and her crotch was thick with a forest of curly black hair. "Why don't you crawl on over here and show me how much you liked me letting you drink his cum." She paused to watch Joan get up from her chair. "And get rid of that stupid dress you're wearing too." Joan stood up and pulled off her dress. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her body was heavy, but not obese. She had a number of bruises on each tit and her ass was welted as well. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled to where Emme was sitting, then buried her face between the heavy thighs, sucking on Emme's fragrant cunt. Emme continued to degrade the woman, talking about how useless she was as a cunt licker, threatening to make her suck her son's cock and other nasty things. Finally she grabbed a yard stick and started hitting Joan's ass with the edge of it, adding to the welts that were already there. Joan groaned in pain. Her ass tightened with each strike of the yardstick, which caused her dry hole to squeeze the thick plug Emme had shoved up there this morning. She was having a hard time breathing because of Emme's firm grip on her hair and finally passed out because Emme squeezed her head so tightly when she came that Joan couldn't breath. When she woke up, it was because warm liquid was being poured on her head and she was sitting in a cold tub. She sputtered and coughed, opening her eyes to the vision of Emme's cunt emitting a thick stream of stinking piss. "Open your mouth you useless bag," said the other woman as urine sprayed out of her bladder. Emme coated the woman's head, then made sure plenty of her piss ended up in Joan's open mouth. Joan swallowed as much as she could, trying not to vomit. When Emme was finished, she pulled Jane upright in the bath tub. She used Joan's tits as handles to do this, grabbing handfuls of the flesh and pulling hard. Joan sat up, knowing better than to try and free her tits from the vice like grip. Once again, she was presented with the black woman's cunt, now slick with piss and cunt juice. Emme made Joan eat her to another orgasm -Joan managed not to pass out this time, then made her suck all the piss off her nylon covered toes. Finally, she stripped off her stockings, leaving them on the floor for Joan to wash, and turned her ass to the older woman's face. Bending over, she spread her ass cheeks wide and said, "Start licking, cunt." This was the most humiliating thing Emme forced Joan to do, licking her hairy asshole which usually still had bits of shit in it from the last time she'd gone to the bathroom. Joan made no complaint though, and set to work, licking until the only thing she could taste was her own spit. "I'll be back tomorrow, Joan. Make sure my stockings are clean by then." She turned and looked at the other woman, sitting in the tub and dripping with piss. "And clean yourself up - you look like a mess." With that, Emme left the house. She had plans to make. Michael was unhappy. It was Wednesday and Sandy was out sick, which meant that he wasn't going to get laid today. Not only that, but his mother had been nagging him about every little thing. He wondered if she suspected what had happened between him and Emme. He'd been back over there twice, but Joan always seemed to be around, never leaving the two of them alone. He had no way of knowing that it was Emme who was orchestrating that in an effort to keep him frustrated. Emme wasn't pleased with Sandy either because she saw the secretary as horning in on her property. The fact Michael was already married had no bearing on Emme's thoughts. She had plans for him - and that stuck up bitch of a wife he had. And right now was the time move forward another step. Michael was just starting to eat his lunch when someone sat down at his table. He looked up and was shocked to see it was Emme. "Hi honey," she said, her white teeth gleaming. "Surprised to see me?" Michael was surprised, to say the least. And since she was sitting next to him, rather than across from him, it was a very pleasant surprise. Emme was wearing a very low cut blouse showing what seemed like acres of cleavage. She had on calf high boots that had at least five inch heels and her skirt seemed molded to her firm ass. The skirt was short enough that he could see the tops of her thigh-highs which gave him an instant hard-on. "Emme," he said trying to appear casual, "what brings you here?" She leaned over and placed on hand high up on his thigh, "Why, you did. I thought since your mother was being so nosy at the house, maybe you and I could get some free time today." "Oh, I see," he said. His heart was pounding as he envisioned the things that she was hinting at. Still he tried to play it cool. "Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time since I'm only at lunch." Emme was irritated. He made time for that skinny little white chick he was fucking, why not her? Well, she was sure he'd come around - especially with all the frustration he'd been experiencing. "Are you sure you can't find some way to get some more time free today?" she asked, running a finger over her cleavage. "I'm sure I can make it worth your time." The uncrossing and re-crossing of her legs made him lick his lips. He was thinking he could bring her to the no-tell motel and still make it back to work like he did with Sandy. Making the decision, he waved the waitress over for the bill. "There's a place not too far from here where we could have a little time alone," he said. "Mmmm, that sounds good to me." She had her hand on his arm and was brushing her tits on him as they walked out. They got in the car and she immediately started messaging the hard lump in his pants on the drive over. He got the room and then went inside and she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her pouty lips were soft against his and her tongue darted into his mouth. He groaned and sucked on it before exploring her mouth with his tongue. They kissed for a minute, then she stepped away and pulled her top off in one motion. Her breasts were encased in a lace bra that he could actually see her nipples through. She shimmied out of the dress and stood there, hands on her hips, displaying her considerable charms. She was still wearing the high boots and his eyes traveled over her big legs, covered by patterned thigh-high stockings. The patterns on her lace bra matched the ones on her panties and he could see her black hair sticking out from the sides. She sat down on the bed and removed the bra, letting her tits free. Michael was on his knees in front of her, licking and sucking the thick nipples at the ends of her tits. "Oh yeah, honey," she cooed. "Bite 'em. Mmmm, harder. Oh that's right." He could smell her hot cunt and was dying to plunge his face into it, so after worshiping her tits for a few minutes, he pushed her back on the bed and pulled off her panties. Her thick hair was matted with cunt juice and she smelled really strong. That was OK with Michael and he dove in, licking and sucking, spreading the thick pussy lips wide and hunting for her clit. Michael spent a good deal of time eating Emme's sopping cunt. He even managed to flick his tongue over her asshole, something neither his wife or Sandy would ever let him do. Hell, never mind his tongue, he'd never penetrated them their with anything. He wondered if Emme would let him fuck her ass. She had such a beautiful, full, firm ass, the dark globes just begging for him to split them with his cock. She really liked it when he sucked each of her pink, inner cunt lips into his mouth, biting them gently and pulling. He finally drove her to a huge climax, her cum soaking his face. Of course, his cock was rock hard by this time and he longed to plunge it into Emme's hot depths. He stood up and aligned his cock with Emme's cunt. She smiled and held her pussy spread with one hand while and he slid into her depths. "Oh, honey, that feels divine," said Emme. "Yeah, why don't you push that in hard, oh yeah, like that." It wasn't long before Michael was pumping for all he was worth, his balls smacking her ass as he drove himself to a climax. He bent forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, chewing in time with his thrusts while Emme whispered nasty things in his ear. "Oh yeah baby, push it in. Mmm, I felt your tongue on my asshole - I bet you'd love to fuck it with your hard cock. Can't you just feel it sliding into my shit hole? Stirrin' up my dirt while you fuck me?" What she was really thinking about, as Michael started cuming in her cunt, was Michael's wife, tightly tied in leather straps, watching as her husband slid his cock up her black ass. She wanted to show that stupid white bitch how much better she was, and imagined Patricia being forced to suck Emme's shit off her own husband's cock. She had a big orgasm as she saw herself positioned over Patricia's white body, spraying her shit mixed Michael's cum all over the woman. She loved the thought of making Michael's wife eat her shit and drink her piss. It was one of her strongest fantasies. Michael knew he should be getting back to the office, but Emme had other plans. She was still horny from thinking of Patricia's pretty face covered in shit. She wondered if there was a way to get Michael to help her with that. "Michael, you're not leaving so soon, are you?" she said, laying back on the bed. "I was just getting started." "Emme, I'd love to stay, but I need to get back to the office. I'm late already," he replied. "Well, if you're the boss, no one's gonna mind, are they?" Michael thought for a moment. He could probably pull it off. It wasn't like anyone would notice if he took the afternoon off. The feeling of Emme's long, dark fingers tickling his ball sack, decided him. She leaned forward and sucked his cock in her mouth, working it until he got hard again. She let Michael thrust into her for a time, then got on her hands and knees, and wiggled her ass. "I just love it doggy style," she said. "It feels so deep that way." Michael's eyes were glued to her body as she knelt there on all fours. Her huge tits, nipples almost brushing the sheets, her coffee skin, slightly gleaming with sweat and her round, firm ass wiggling back and forth. He came up behind her, once again looking longingly at her rosebud, and began sliding his cock into her cunt. He started fucking in and out of her while his thumb rubbed lightly over her brownie. She cooed and wiggled her ass, but when he started to push inside her hole, she stopped him. "Oh, Honey, be careful, I've never done it there," she lied. "Maybe we can try it another time, OK?" His enthusiastic response was all she needed to hear. She'd be able to string him along with the promise of a good ass fuck. They were both covered with sweat, and Emme had had several more orgasms by the time he emptied his second load in her hot cunt. Her cunt hair was even more matted than before, but they took their time in the shower washing each other off. She even convinced him to eat her cunt - after she'd washed it out, of course. As she leaned against the wall and let his tongue do its work, she fantasized about him fucking her up the ass. When her orgasm hit, she was imagining his mother sucking his cum, then a healthy load of shit out of her asshole. End Chapter 1 New Plumbing Chapter 2 Two weeks passed with Michael hearing nothing from Emme. He heard plenty from his mother, who seemed to be getting more and more demanding all the time, and from his wife who was continually complaining about it. He had fucked Sandy twice in the last two weeks, and his wife twice as well, but each time he'd found himself wishing it was Emme. He tried calling her from work, but never got an answer, and she hadn't shown up the last few times he was at his mother's house. He was starting to wonder if she was pissed at him or something. He tried asking his mother if she'd seen her, but she got so angry at him that he didn't ask again. He didn't understand that at all. Whenever he saw them together, his mother never had anything bad to say about Emme. Michael was sitting in his office when his cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi Honey," came Emme's smooth voice, "You miss me?" Michael's heart started pounding and his cock began to harden. "Yeah," he replied, "Where've you been?" "Busy," replied the other woman, "but I'd love to see you today. Can you get off work a little early?" Michael looked at his schedule and saw there were no conflicts. Of course, his secretary would know he left early, but he didn't have to explain anything to her. "Yeah, I might be able to come by," he said. "If you do," replied Emme, "I'll make it worth your while." Her voice grew husky, "Maybe I'm in the mood to try something new." That made the decision for him. He got hard just thinking about sinking his cock between the big ass cheeks and into her back hole. "OK," he said, "I'll be there." Sandy gave him a look when he left, but didn't say anything. She was sure he wasn't fucking anyone else since he knew he could have her anytime he wanted. Well mostly anytime. She wasn't that easy. When Michael arrived at Emme's, her garage door was open to allow him to pull inside. That way his mother wouldn't notice his car out front and want to know what he was doing with Emme. He was sure she wouldn't approve of his actions with the black woman. When he opened the door and went inside, there was a note and a glass of water. It read: "Drink up, then come directly into the bedroom." When he got into the bedroom, he was greeted with a fantastic sight. Emme was there, and she was obviously waiting for him. She was wearing a red leather corset that tightly cinched her waist and pushed out her big tits. There were cut outs for her nipples, and the thick, dark points where swollen and ready for his mouth. Her legs were encased in fishnet stockings and she was wearing red heels that were at least five inches. She also had on thin leather gloves that extended up to her biceps. Michael was hard as a rock in seconds. It didn't take her long to get on her knees and plunge his rod into her mouth. She quickly sucked him off and while he was standing there, eyes closed, spat his cum into a cup that she quickly hid. When he opened his eyes again she was leaning back on her bed, legs spread wide, showing her hairy crotch. She spread her pink, wet cunt-lips and Michael watched white fluid ooze out of the hole "You hungry?" she asked. She didn't need to ask twice. Michael stripped off his clothes and dove between her legs, licking up her thick, musky juices and sucking on her big, pink cunt lips. He ate her to at least one orgasm then she said, "Why don't you slid that hard cock of yours in my cunt." She rolled over onto her hands and knees and spread her legs wide presenting him with a perfect target. He eagerly pushed into her hot depths and started pumping away. Emme moaned with lust and he admired the rear view as he fucked her. The corset had narrowed her waist and made her ass seem even more full and he loved the way her cheeks jiggled while he rammed into her as she pushed her hips back at him. "Oh that feels so good," she said as he rammed into her. "I've been thinking about trying to get your pole into my asshole." He groaned from that thought, hoping she wasn't just talking about it and wanted him to do it. "I like the thought of you sliding up my back door," she continued. "Why don't you give it a try? Go nice and slow now, cuz you don't want to hurt me, right?" "No, I wouldn't hurt you," he said. With his fantasy of ass fucking a woman so close, he'd have agreed to anything. "Well go ahead and stick it in," she said wiggling her hips. "Do it nice and slow." Michael put the head of his slick rod against her hairy back hole and started to push. She groaned as her sphincter gave way to the blunt head of his cock. Michael had thought it would be harder to penetrate her, but she opened right up and swallowed his rod. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "That's it, fuck me lover. Stir my shit, oh yeah. Harder, baby, harder." It wasn't long before Michael's shit streaked cock was slamming in and out of Emme's asshole. It never occurred to him to wonder why it was so easy to get inside it with only her cunt juice as lube. She reached underneath herself and started playing with her big clit and it wasn't long before she had an orgasm, the muscles in her ass squeezing his cock. That was too much for him and he went over the edge, pumping a huge load of cum into her back passage. He was dismayed to see how filthy his cock was when he pulled it out - streaked with shit and his cum. Emme looked at it and imaged him stuffing it into his wife's mouth. She had a mini orgasm thinking about that. He was too out of it to pay attention when she took a pair of panties and wiped his cock off on them. He missed the satisfied grin on her face as she examined her shit stained panties. Michael decided to excuse himself to wash his cock and take a piss. Emme stopped him. "Michael, don't use the toilet," she said, "there's something wrong with it. Just go ahead and use the bucket next to it and I'll take care of it later." "Oh," he said, "Do you want me to take a look at the toilet?" "No dear, I have someone coming by later," she said. Michael looked at the clock and realized how late it was getting. It was too late to take a shower, so he just used a wash cloth to clean his cock, then emptied his bladder into the bucket. After Michael was on his way home, Emme opened the closet door in her bedroom. There, naked and tightly tied, was his mother. "Did you enjoy the show cunt?" she asked the bound woman. Joan was unable to speak because of the large ball gag stuffed in her mouth, but she shook her head no. She was very uncomfortable since she'd been tied for hours. Her sagging tits were blue from the layers of rope tightly wrapped around each base. A huge butt plug had been shoved up her ass and was causing her bowels to cramp. The thing was ten inches long and close to three at it's widest point. It narrowed to about an inch and a half, so she couldn't shit it out. There were sharp clamps on each nipple that had caused some bleeding. Joan was pulled out of the closet by her hair and onto a tarp in the living room that Emme unrolled on the floor. The ball gag was removed from her mouth and Emme said, "I just bet you're thirsty, aren't you?" The woman said nothing - she was no stranger to Emme's piss, but knew the other woman had something else planned for today. She was right. A gag with a funnel attached to it was forced into her mouth and sealed over her lips so nothing could escape. Then Emme took the bucket of cool piss and started pouring it in. "Drink up bitch," said Emme. She pulled on one of the sharp nipple clamps, causing Joan to gasp and almost inhale a mouth full of piss. Joan eventually managed to choke it all down and Emme squatted in front of her and said, "I hope you liked that, cunt, since you just drank your son's piss." She closed her eyes in humiliation while Emme ran her fingers over Joan's bald cunt. The skin was red and chafed from when Emme had shaved it this morning with a dull razor. It was also dry as a bone, but that was nothing new. Emme knew how to fix it anyway. She pulled the gag out of Joan's mouth, then pushed the shit stained panties into it, after showing her the crusted cunt juices and brown streaks that adorned them. "I wore these special for you all week, and all that shit on them came from Michael's cock. So you be a good girl and open up." This was not something Joan wanted to do and she tried to turn her head away. Emme grabbed her face and forced her mouth open, then pushed the panties inside. "You spit those out, and I'll beat you to with an inch of your life, got that you stupid white cow?" Joan glared at her, but didn't spit out the panties - Emme had beaten her before and she'd spent days recovering from it. She watched as Emme put on big strap-on dildo. It was black, a foot long and wide as a bottle. Emme was wet just thinking about the day that she'd be able to use this on that white bitch Patricia. In the mean time, however... Joan's insides felt bruised and battered. The bitter taste of shit and old cum had coated her mouth, making her throat burn as she longed for some water to rinse out her mouth. Her stomach was full of piss and her bowels were cramping from the deep plug inside them. Worse than any of that was the burning and soreness of her cunt. Emme had used Bengay as lubricant since her cunt was so dry. She'd coated the thick dildo with it, then slid it into Joan's stretched cunt with one shove. Even as stretched out as it was, it was still agony to accept such a huge intruder - especially with the thick dildo already spearing her asshole and tightening everything up. Emme rode the other woman hard, giving herself several orgasms from the smaller end that was in her own cunt. Finally, she pulled out and left the panting woman to try and recover for a little while. Emme removed the corset she'd been wearing and put on a sheer, white silk baby doll top. It only came to her waist, but Emme didn't bother putting any panties on. She removed the stockings and boots she'd had on and replaced them with a simple pair of white, high heeled leather sandals. After puttering around in the kitchen, making herself some dinner, Emme made some coffee, then used Joan's body to prop her feet up while she relaxed and watched the news. She'd untied Joan's tits, they were almost black by the time she had, and now the tips of her heels were digging into each big breast. When the news was finished, Emme tied the older woman's hands above her head, then attached the rope to the heavy couch. Each leg was tied wide apart and Joan found herself immobile. She was worried about what was going to happen next, and, as it turned out, with good reason. "I have something brand new planned for you tonight," said Emme. The black woman forced a wide ring gag into Joan's mouth, who's jaw creaked trying to accommodate the width of the ring. This wasn't new though and Joan figured that the woman would piss in her mouth again. Instead, Emme squatted over Joan's helpless mouth and said, "It looks like my asshole's a bit dirty from your son fucking it. Why don't you use that worthless tongue of yours to clean it up?" Joan was disgusted. The hairy black hole was caked with shit and streaks of still gooey cum. The smell was awful and she decided that she was not going to stick her tongue into that disgusting mess. She was wrong, of course. Emme had figured the other woman wouldn't jump to her task so she'd brought some persuasion. Joan yelled as the one inch wide, heavy leather strap slammed down onto her soft, white stomach. "I can keep this up all night bitch, so you'd better get your tongue licking before I make bleed," said Emme. Another nasty stripe welted the already raw cunt mound of the woman. Emme beat Joan for close to ten minutes before she finally gave in and swiped her tongue across the hairy hole above her. Emme stopped hitting her as soon as she did. Joan's tongue was tired and her mouth filthy by the time she'd managed to lick off Emme's dark hole. Emme got a mirror and made a show of examining her asshole to make sure it was clean enough. "Well it took you long enough. Now I have a treat for you," she smirked. Joan looked up in horror as Emme's ass once again spread itself over her face. This time though Emme grunted and strained and a long, thick log of shit started to immerge from the freshly cleaned hole. It was aimed right at her open mouth and nothing she could do was able to stop the steaming waste from entering her mouth. By the time Emme was finished shitting, Joan's face was mostly covered by brown clumps of filth. She'd tried not to swallow it and had mostly succeeded, but when Emme returned from the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves on, she knew she was in for more trouble. She was right, and Emme, despite the fact that Joan was inches away from throwing up, managed to make her eat a large portion of the shit by holding her nose with one hand and stuffing the soft crap in her mouth and holding it in until she swallowed or passed out from lack of air. Tears ran out of Joan's eyes, but Emme had never been so horny in her life. The only thing that would be better would be to have Michael fucking her while his mother ate her shit. Finally, Emme untied the woman and rolled her up in the tarp, then dragged her out to the back yard. It was cool out and quite dark, and Emme left the woman to get herself back to her own house. "After all," she said as a parting shot, "I don't want you laying in my living room stinkin' up the place." Then she went back into her bedroom and masturbated to several orgasms. Several weeks went by and Michael was spending more and more time with Emme. Patricia noticed his lack of attention during their Friday night fucks, but said nothing about it. Hopefully, he was getting tired of the lack luster sex she provided and he'd start leaving her along. Interestingly enough, Patricia was would have been very upset if she'd found out he was sleeping with Sandy, never mind Emme. She was annoyed that he seemed to be spending so much time with his mother, but Patricia didn't like the woman and so didn't offer to join him. Emme masturbated him into his mother's tea a number of times and he was starting to enjoy it. While he was too afraid of her to confront her, he was tired of his mother always badgering him about something. Only Emme accepted him. She'd even convinced him that his mother was spitefully making him do stuff to cause trouble between him and Patricia. In fact, Emme had convinced Michael of a number of things. Now that he was getting regular sex from her, she'd managed to get him to do some of the kinkier things she liked. Nothing too out there, but she was getting him to regularly piss in a cup for her, leaving him with the impression that it turned her on. It did, of course, but mainly because she made his mother drink it on a regular basis. Often, after he dumped a load in her pussy, Emme would squat over the cup of piss and empty his cum into it and make Joan drink that. Shitting on Joan had become a regular thing and Emme realized that she'd finally found something that Joan would never get used to. She'd come to accept the ropes, the beatings, being fucked with strap-ons and other indignities that Emme inflicted. But now she always struggled and tried to keep Emme from filling her mouth with shit. She failed, of course, but Emme had taken to punishing Joan even more severely if she threw up in Emme's back yard rather than her own. Emme often dumped the woman into the backyard in the tarp after using her for a toilet, and that first night, Joan had puked in Emme's yard after unrolling herself. She'd been covered with filth and had a hard time getting herself clean after Emme used her for a toilet. Emme watched the other woman's hatred grow, day after day, enjoying the fact that there was nothing Joan could do to stop her. Michael, of course, was oblivious to all this. His mother continued to look more and more withdrawn, but still managed to be her old domineering self with him. Emme, meanwhile, was leading him down the path of perversion by whispering all kinds of nasty things in his ear when they were fucking. She'd taken to watching movies with him that had scat and torture in them and stroking him to climax while some woman was beaten and made to eat shit on the screen. One of Emme's greatest fantasies was to have a living toilet. Some white woman who could be turned into her permanent toilet. Emme knew that Joan was too old to be what she wanted, but that didn't keep her from practicing on the older woman. Michael, of course, had no idea that his mother was often bound in comfortable positions while Emme, always in some type of fetish gear, made sure she drained his cock and left him very satisfied. Joan was forced to watch - Emme would quiz her afterward - while her son and the woman who was torturing her fucked their brains out. Joan was well familiar with the taste of Michael's cum and urine. She still didn't know about the tea, but that was only a little thing. After Michael fucked her and left, Emme would pull Joan out of the closet. Ropes would have cut into the heavyset woman's flesh as she suffered in the hot stuffy closet. Joan wouldn't be released until she performed whatever sexual act Emme required and that always included drinking the cup of urine that Michael left and sucking his cum out of Emme's pussy, asshole, or both. Often, Joan would find herself bound on the floor with the black woman spreading her asscheeks and shitting. Joan tried to swallow as little as she could, but Emme always made sure she ate quite a bit of her rich, dark shit. When Michael left this time last time, she'd been in the closet, barely able to breath because of the tight ropes. Emme had shoved a corn cob up her asshole and coated her pussy with icey-hot. Joan could hear her heart laboring to keep beating under all the stress her body was being put through. Joan's heart wasn't too good to begin with and all the stress lately wasn't doing her any good. Even though both Patricia and Sandy had no idea that Michael was fucking Emme, Sandy was starting to wonder where Michael was coming up with all the kinky idea's he was having. Today he'd wanted to try something that he'd seen in a movie, but would ever be able to do with his wife. It wasn't very exotic, but he knew that Patricia, only interested in missionary position, would never allow it. After pulling off his tie, he said, "Sandy, I'd like to tie your hands and give you a spanking." In truth, he would rather have tied her hands and watched Emme give her a spanking, but he figured that Emme would be pissed if she discovered he was fucking Sandy. Plus he didn't think that Sandy would be into having a threesome. Of course, Emme knew all about Sandy and had quite a collection of pictures by this time. "Michael, that's so kinky," said Sandy. The thought didn't really turn her on - a lot, anyway. But she was willing to try it. "Hey," he said, "It's OK if you decide you don't want to..." "No," she said smiling. This guy was her meal ticket. Whatever else he wasn't, he was good a business and she intended to ride his tails right to the top. "We can try it. Just don't hit me too hard." Michael tied her hands behind her back and bent her over his knee. He gave her an experimental slap and she wiggled. He landed one or to more and she stiffened, but didn't complain. Michael had no idea how to go about arousing Sandy, then applying pain, then arousing her some more so that she could take more of a spanking. All the video's he'd seen had showed women being tortured and it didn't matter if they liked it or not. Some did, some clearly did not, but the men in the videos - strong in a way he was not, took what they wanted anyway. As a result, Sandy didn't find the spanking very arousing. She let him get her ass pretty red before asking him to stop. He did, but didn't untie her. Instead, he bent her over the bed and fucked her pussy from behind. She liked that and came hard, he heat from her ass penetrating her pussy and making his fuck even better. The only down side was that he didn't last as long since he was so excited. He untied her when he was finished, and, still horny, she took his slim cock in her mouth and started sucking. When he got hard she rode his cock while he watched her tits bounce as sweat formed on her chest and trickled down between them. Of course, neither of them noticed the small lens that had been planted in the room that caught all their illicit action on video. Emme had paid off the clerk who worked there. She really didn't care why Emme wanted to get into the room before Michael did, but she made sure he got the same room every week. Emme had put a small video line in there and by now had recorded hours of video of the couple fucking. She had more than enough to blackmail Michael, should she ever want to do that, but actually enjoyed watching the two of them together. The woman, Sandy, was such a white whore, and Emme enjoyed watching Michael's fumbling attempts to seduce her into kinky sex. Well, Emme thought as she reviewed this last tape, once Michael was hers, she'd make sure that Patricia would do anything he, or rather they, wanted. Meanwhile, she enjoyed the feel of his mother's mouth on her cunt as he watched Michael clumsy attempts to spank Sandy. "More on my clit, you useless piece of white trash," she said. Joan was in tight bondage. Emme had gotten hold of a rubber suit that mostly fit the woman. It was too tight, really, but that didn't matter to Emme. She'd stuffed Joan into it, pushing two huge dildos into the woman's cunt and asshole which were trapped in there when Emme sealed the suit. Tight bands of rubber constricted the base of each exposed breast so that they had started to turn purple. Other rings were added, separated by short, adjustable rods, each ring slightly smaller than the last. The rings forced each breast into a tight cone of pain that was capped by nipple stretchers. Short rods were attached to a tight, sharp clamp that clamped onto each nipple. Then the rods were pulled away pulling the nipple with it. Each nipple was currently stretched out about three inches. Joan was burning hot since she'd been in the suit for hours and it was sweltering. Emme sat, her waist cinched by a nice leather cincher. Her breasts were pulled and separated by a leather harness and each breast had chains draped over it. Thigh high black boots completed her ensemble and she looked ever inch the dominating Mistress she was. Joan's tired tongue found new energy as the heavy crop slashed down onto her back. The rubber didn't give her much protection at all, and she was sore from having her hands bound behind her for all these hours. Finally, Emme started to cum, her cunt getting even wetter with juice dripping out of her pink hole. "Make sure you get all of that, bitch," said Emme as Joan tried to lick up all the slimy moisture that was pouring out of Emme's hairy cunt. Emme made Joan lick her to two more orgasms, the exhausted woman barely able to move her tongue by the time she was finished. Then Emme held Joan's mouth to her cunt and started to slowly fill it with urine. She made Joan hold each mouthful of her golden liquid for almost a minute before letting her swallow it. Joan did everything she was told, hoping to avoid having to eat Emme's shit. She didn't have to that evening, but Emme decided to take a cane to the exposed flesh of Joan's tits. She caned the swollen mounds until they started to bleed, then stopped and started on Joan's ass. The rubber didn't provide much protection and Joan's ass was a mass of bruises before she was allowed to crawl home, naked. Once Joan had left, Emme sat down at her computer to research her pet project. She was closing in on someone that could do what she wanted, but, considering the sort of service they performed, it was understandable that they were hard to find. Still, people talk, even if much of what they say can't be believed. Tonight, Emme hit the jackpot. She couldn't believe what she was seeing in the pictures. This was exactly what she wanted! Of course, the pictures could be faked, but she didn't think so. It was a small sample gallery, but Emme managed to cum three times looking at the pictures. Of course, she wouldn't be able to directly contact them. She had to send her information to a drop box where it would be picked up. They would contact her, not the other way around. Well, that wasn't surprising. Emme began putting together information to send off to them. She smiled as she contemplated the future. It was a bright one... for her. End Chapter 2 New Plumbing Chapter 3 When two weeks went by without hearing anything from the company that she'd contacted, Emme didn't think much of it. She used the time well, fucking Michael and torturing his mother. She was also taking more and more control of Michael's life and consequently making him dislike his mother for all the petty things she nagged him about. Patricia was happy to see him complaining about all the bullshit Joan put him through. Maybe he'd quit going over there so much, although that didn't seem to be happening. Patricia had never liked Joan and now that Michael seemed to be spending so much time over there, she liked her even less. It was Friday night and Patricia stood looking at herself in the mirror as she got ready to go out. She sighed as she realized that some time tonight, she'd have to do her wifely duty. Patricia was a good looking woman. Slightly heavy, though she carried it well, with 36 C breasts, and a nice ass. She had shoulder length, blonde hair and hazel eyes that always seemed to be looking down at someone - usually another woman. That was one of the reasons that Patricia didn't like sex. Other women had sex, but she was better than those sluts. She only did it because it was her duty as a wife, and, she thought as she put on a nice pair of slacks, she was a good wife. Somehow, Michael's mother had convinced him that they should all go out together. She even, in a surprise move, offered to pay for dinner. Usually Michael ended up footing the bill, because even though she had a lot of money, Joan was a notorious spend thrift. Of course, Joan rarely drove anymore, so they had to go over there to pick her up. Patricia got a very unpleasant surprise when they got to Joan's. It appeared that Joan had invited that bitch neighbor to go with them. This was intolerable. "I thought it was just going to be your mother," she hissed into Michael's ear while they stood in the hallway waiting for Joan to get her coat. "Hey, she's a friend of Mother's. Mother doesn't get out much these days, so I don't want to do anything that will spoil the evening," he replied. Emme appeared and hustled them all into her big ESV. She managed to maneuver Michael's wife and mother into the back seats, while keeping him in front with her. Patricia was fuming as she sat in the back of the SUV. She really didn't like Emme and, even though she'd never admit it, the other woman's confident nature scared her. Even the way she dressed made Patricia, who got most of her clothes at Macy's or out of high end, but conservative, catalogs, feel out classed. Tonight, for instance, the woman was wearing a tight, charcoal colored skirt that was just the tiniest bit too short. Her stockings were tastefully patterned and her very high heeled sandals made Patricia's sensible loafers look frumpy. Never mind the smartly tailored suit jacket and the cream colored silk blouse that Emme was wearing. Those made her look sexy and sophisticated and that pissed Patricia off. Dinner was a strained affair, at least for Joan and Patricia. Michael and Emme got along just fine, laughing and talking and all but ignoring the other two. Michael was oblivious, but Emme was not. She knew exactly how she was making Patricia feel, but that was fine with her. She couldn't' wait for this stuck up bitch to find out that Emme owned her husband. Of course, Michael didn't even know that. Once, when Emme got up with Joan to go to the bathroom, Patricia leaned over to Michael, and, in a furious whisper said, "You're ignoring me, Michael, and making me look bad." A frown of concern passed over his face and he replied, "But honey, Emme is a guest and we don't want to be impolite." Impolite? thought Patricia. We'll see about that when we get home. I hope he understands that it's going to be another week before he gets to stick that disgusting piece of meat inside me! Michael recognized the signs that his wife was going to deny him sex tonight. He found that it didn't matter as much as it used to. Tomorrow he was going to Emme's house and he'd rather have sex with her anyway. "Patty seemed to be unhappy last night," said Emme the next day as they sat watching a new video. "You know she hates being called that," said Michael. This video looked good, and Emme's hand, gently stroking his erection felt very good. "Do you like this video?" asked Emme as she got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. "Keep watching." Michael happily continued watching as Emme kept bringing him close to orgasm, then backing him off. The video showed a man degrading a woman who was supposed to be his wife. He made her do all sorts of humiliating things: fucking herself by inserting the leg of an upside down stool in her cunt, burning her nipples with the flame from a candle, drinking her own piss. He didn't know if she got off on doing those things, but he was getting off on the images that Emme was planting in his mind, things she whispered as she pleasured his cock. Images of Patricia being forced by the two of them to degrade herself like the woman in the video. The woman was a blonde, like his wife, and built a little like her too, which was one reason why Emme had chosen this video. The climax of the video came after the man made the woman suck his shit coated cock after he'd dry fucked her asshole. She squatted over a plate and pushed his cum and a lot of shit out of her asshole. Then she ate it, licking the plate clean. The man spit in her face, then walked out of the room, locking her in and turning out the light. Michael came hard, images of Patricia being forced to eat shit running through his mind. Those images, fostered by Emme, were becoming more and more prevalent in his fantasies. As usual, when he left, Emme dragged his mother out of the closet. The woman's tits were blue from lack of blood circulation. Emme made sure to untie them and let the feeling return before beating them with a thin cane. Try as she might, she was unable to get Joan to beg to eat her shit no matter what she did to the woman. By this time, Joan had swallowed more of her son's cum than most wives ever swallowed of their husbands, and it went without saying that the amount of piss she'd been forced to drink was truly astonishing. Joan was made to eat Emme's shit that night, even though she wouldn't beg for it. Emme's dark yellow piss stung the cuts on her tits and since Emme was so annoyed with the old woman, she kept beating her, while cutting off her breathing, until the woman passed out. Then she did it all over again until Joan could barely crawl home and, in fact, ended up passing out once she was inside her own house. Patricia was pissed that Michael had, once again, been at his mothers house, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. Usually, he gave in to her demands, but something seemed to have been giving him a back bone recently. That something, of course, was Emme. She was expertly controlling him, making him believe that Joan was nothing but a pain in the ass and that his wife wasn't much better. The anger that Michael had against his mother because of her controlling attitudes was being fostered by Emme, who, while she was doing the same thing to him, was far more subtle about it. Michael was also starting to wonder if he should divorce his wife, but when he mentioned this to Emme, she surprised him by saying it was a bad idea. More than two months had gone by and Emme had heard nothing from the people she's sent contact info to. She figured that either they'd never got it, or they were, after all, a sham. Then one day she received a plain envelope in the mail. It had no return address but she opened it anyway. It was from them. She frowned, wondering how they'd found her true address, especially since she'd used a PO box for her return address. When she opened the envelope there was a short letter and a CD rom. The letter said: - - - - - - - Ms. Emme Jones, Thank you for your interest in our products! We have included a CD for your viewing pleasure that contains information on what is available for purchase. Our selection is quite extensive, but should you desire something that we don't have listed, please forward your request and we'll do our best to accommodate you. All contact and pricing information is included on the CD. We look forward to doing business with you and will await your order. - - - - - - - - - The fact that they had her full, real name, and her actual address was not lost on her. She popped the CD into the computer and began scanning the catalog. Several hours, and no small number of orgasms later, she sat back in her chair. These people were unbelievable and brought the meaning of full service to a new high. Unfortunately, the cost for said services was considerable. Emme did not have that kind of money - not yet anyway. Joan did though, and then some. Once again, Emme began to plan. Another month passed. Emme now had Michael completely in her power. He did anything she asked, even to the point of brewing tea for his mother with his own urine. Joan, of course, said nothing about it, even though the tea still smelled a lot like piss. Michael thought she was oblivious, but she knew what it was. Michael was head over heels in love with Emme. She was always surprising him with some new video, or by wearing a new outfit. He especially like the latest one she'd had on when they'd fucked. It was made completely out of tight straps which encased her fantastic body. Each huge breast had a harness around it the base which gently put pressure on it causing it to swell and become even more firm. The tightly laced, shiny black boots she wore had six inch heels and the kid gloves felt like velvet on his dick. They were watching another video - this one the hardest core one yet. Another blonde who resembled his wife, was gang fucked by five men. After they finished dumping their loads in her, she was restrained to a table with her legs pulled wide and back. It was obviously very painful for her and Michael could see the tendons in her legs were pulled taut. The men pumped close to a gallon of water into the woman's asshole, making her belly bulge out, then they beat her swollen stomach with rubber hoses. When they finished, they collected the enema after pulling out the plug that had held the liquid inside her. A clear tube was forced into her mouth and all of the shit and water that had come from her colon was poured into it. She moaned and struggled, but was unable to keep from swallowing it - especially since they held her nose to keep her from breathing unless she swallowed. Her ordeal wasn't over though. Next, all five men pissed and shit into a bucket and they released her and told her to drink it. She wouldn't, at first, so they retied her hanging upside down and beat her tits, cunt, ass and stomach with the rubber hoses until she begged to empty the bucket. It took her a while, but eventually she did. Michael came twice during that video. The first time while Emme was blowing him and whispering how much she'd like to make Patricia do all that and the second time while he was fucking her up the ass and they were both watching five men beat the helpless woman's tits, stomach and cunt. Michael loved how the black straps cupped and held Emme's coffee colored skin. He especially liked watching his shit coved cock sliding in and out of her hairy asshole. The filthy things she whispered to him made him fuck her harder, her full ass bouncing back against his pubic hair with each long stroke. Emme had a number of great orgasms as well. She loved Michael's long, hard cock filling her bowels, especially since she knew that his mother, tightly bound in the closet was in for a special treat after he left. Joan wasn't in the greatest of shape lately. The abuse that Emme put her through would have tried a much younger, healthier woman. But Joan was too old to stand up to such treatment. That didn't stop Emme from abusing her though. After Michael left, Joan was dragged out of the closet and tied on her back with her legs spread wide and in the air. Emme had replaced the leather harness she'd been wearing with a rubber suit that left her tits and crotch bare. Her dark skin shone against the bright red of the rubber. "I hope you're ready for a long night, you stupid cunt," said Emme to the glairing woman. She could see the hatred shining from Joan's eyes, but that only got her more excited. Joan watched Emme fill an enema bag with dark golden fluid. There was little doubt what that fluid was since Emme squatted over it and added more of her own urine to the mix. Then, to Joan's surprise, Emme bent between her legs. She yelped in pain as something was roughly forced into her piss hole, then into her bladder. Joan had no control to stop the flow as her urine was emptied into the bucket. She was pretty full since she'd been in the closet for hours. Emme's next move, however, was a complete surprise to Joan. After hanging the bag, Emme fixed a dildo attachment to the hose, lubricated it then pushed it into her own asshole. She slowly emptied the piss into her intestines, then fiddled with a knob. She removed the tube and smiled from the feeling of warm piss gurgling in her bowels. While she held the enema, Joan was easily able to figure out what was happening next. Emme forced her mouth open and clear, wide tube was pushed into it. Joan quickly discovered that the end of the tube had sharp points to keep her from trying to block the opening with her tongue. Emme used very sticky tape to seal the tube in Joan's mouth, then a wide, clear funnel was fitted to the portion of the tube that extended from Joan's mouth. Next, plugs were sealed into Joan's nose. Each plug had a small hole in it with little rubber hoses leading from them. Emme amused herself by coating her rubber gloved hand with icy-hot and trying to shove it into Joan's cunt. After all the stretching that it had put through, it was actually pretty easy, although extremely painful. After a good half hour or so of fisting the woman's burning cunt, Emme got up and positioned her asshole over the funnel. It was big enough to hold the entire enema, Emme thought, but no matter if it didn't. The rest would spill onto Joan's face. She pulled the plug out of her asshole, and a rush of urine and soft shit filled the funnel, slowly making its way down the tube. Joan helplessly watched as the yellow-brown mixture made its way to her mouth. The taste was horrific, but Joan was unable to block the tube and soon her mouth was filled with a combination of urine, shit and her son's cum. While the disgusting mixture slowly worked its way down the tube and into Joan's mouth, Emme sat down between Joan's legs. She had a pair of needle nose pliers. "Joan, sweetheart, I know you're not swallowing that. That's OK. The longer you take to eat your dinner, the more time I get to play around," said Emme. With that, Emme closed the tube that Joan was breathing through. Joan began to panic since she couldn't breath and her mouth was filled with shit. She knew she'd never be able to drink everything in the funnel before she passed out from lack of air, at which point she'd choke to death. She had actually sucked down two mouthfuls of the bitter, salty mix before Emme let her breath again. After that Emme pealed back the wrinkled hood over Joan's clit and started poking the clit with the pliers. The jaws were blunt, but Joan's clit was swollen from the icy-hot that had gotten on it from earlier. Emme amused herself, alternately cutting off Joan's air and squeezing and pulling her clit with the pliers. She crushed the swollen bud causing Joan to convulse with pain, then pulled it out as far as she could without tearing it. "Don't worry honey," said Emme to the pale, sweating woman, "I'm not gonna pull it off, or even damage it too much." She grinned, her teeth flashing and continued, "If I did that, then I wouldn't be able to hurt it again." It took a long time for Joan to swallow all the shit and piss in the funnel. Emme continually cut off her breath, tortured her clit, cunt lips and nipples and generally had a good time while Joan suffered. She fucked herself to orgasm with a dildo while using a cane to beat Joan's cunt until the woman's mons was raw and bleeding. When she finally removed the tubes, she made Joan lick her asshole, then her pussy. She pissed once more into the woman's mouth before letting her up. Meanwhile, Patricia was finally getting suspicious. Michael was spending a lot of time at his mothers, and she knew that he didn't love her all *that* much. There had to be something else going on. To her utter astonishment, he blew her off when she confronted him on the matter. Sine he knew he had Emme's support, he wasn't too worried about how Patricia would act. That sort of backfired because she started making his life very unpleasant. Sex between them became a rare event, and now it was always under the covers with the light off. Michael found it frustrating, but was too afraid to really assert himself. Besides, Emme and, occasionally Sandy, were keeping him nicely drained. Because Patricia was being a first class bitch, he found his fantasies becoming more perverted and more and more often he imagined having his wife submit to another woman, preferably Emme, which he knew she'd find particularly humiliating. He got a call on a rainy Sunday evening. Patricia had gone out to see a movie or something so he was alone. "Michael, I need you over here now," came Emme's voice. She was quite commanding and he found himself obeying automatically. "OK, it'll take me a few minutes to get over there. Is something wrong?" "Don't take too long," she said, hanging up. When he got there, Emme was waiting for him in her ESV. Just as he got into it, she pulled around the corner and stopped. "What's going on?" he asked. "Don't worry, honey. There's a little problem that we need to take care of," she said. Michael had no idea what Emme was talking about. Emme though, was more than a bit worried. Excited too, because this was her chance to finally get things in motion. She'd been very rough on Joan last night. She'd been determined to make the woman beg to eat her shit, and Joan was just as determined not to. Emme had spent hours on her, used canes, piercing needles, hot wax, anything she could think of to break the woman. Finally, Joan couldn't take any more, and had begged to eat Emme's shit. Emme had the satisfaction of squatting over the other woman's mouth and dumping a huge, slimy load directly into it. Joan had gone home, but was very out of it. She'd passed out several times from pain and from lack of oxygen, as Emme tortured her. This morning, the woman had been raving slightly and Emme hadn't wanted to deal with her, so she'd left her alone. However, unknown to Joan, Emme had installed microphones in several rooms of Joan's house. Emme was suspicious of Joan's behavior and was listening to the monitor when Joan started taking to herself. "Tha's it," came her slurred voice. "Ahm gonna ge' tha' bish." When Joan had started talking about going to the police, Emme had called Michael over. By the time he'd arrived, Joan had talked herself into going to the police. Whatever the woman's story, a simple examination of her body would show how badly she'd been worked over. There was little doubt that that would lead back to Emme as the abuser. This would be a bad thing, as far as Emme was concerned. Emme, however, had decided to turn a positive to a negative. She'd gone over to the house and disabled the phone lines to keep Joan from calling the police. Now she was prepared to make her final move. Joan left the house and got into her car. She wasn't walking too steadily. "Hey," said Michael, "were is she going? She doesn't look like she can stand up, never mind drive." He made to open the door when Emme said, "Just sit still." "But..." he started. "Michael," said Emme, "When was the last time you saw Sandy?" "What?" he asked not understanding where she was going with the question. "Friday, I guess. She's my secretary." "I mean when was the last time you fucked her," said Emme. The big, black SUV pulled away from the curb. It was a long drive to the police station, and it appeared that Joan was a bit confused. The station was in the opposite direction. Michael's attention, however, was now on Emme, rather than his mother, which was exactly what Emme wanted. "I haven't had sex with Sandy," Michael protested. "Why would I do that when I have you?" Joan, thought Emme, must be really out of it. Where was she going? Not that Emme cared all that much. Joan was just making things easier for Emme. "Michael, really, I don't care too much that you're fucking Sandy, so you can just admit it." replied Emme. Rain was making things somewhat difficult to see, but at least the roads were mostly deserted. Emme decided that she could put her plan into effect much more easily now that Joan was heading away from town, rather than into it. "Emme, really, I wouldn't cheat on you," said Michael. While it was true that he was fucking Sandy, it was equally true that he'd drop her in a second for Emme. He had no idea that Emme, at this point anyway, couldn't have cared less who he was fucking. "Hey," he said, his eyes on the car in front of him, "Aren't you getting a little close? Mother's not that good a driver. Where the hell is she going anyway?" "You're cheating on your wife, why wouldn't you cheat on me?" asked Emme. "Because I love you Emme," he said. She snorted and rooted around in her purse. Pulling out an envelope, she tossed it into his lap. "What's this?" he asked. "Open it," she commanded. Michael turned on the passenger light and opened the envelope. His mouth dropped open as he saw picture after picture of him and Sandy. They were fucking, they were sucking and it was easy to clearly identify them. "Where did these come from?" asked Michael as the pictures started to slide from his nerveless fingers. "I took them," replied Emme. "How?" he asked, "Why?" It was almost time, thought Emme. There would be several perfect places coming up soon. "Because, you see," she said, "I have plans for us. I wanted to make sure you'd go along with those plans." "Plans?" he asked. "What plans? What are you talking about." "There are things that I want to do with my life, and I want you to do them with me. But I have to know that you're with me a hundred percent," she replied. "It wouldn't do for you to decide to talk to you're wife about our future. I'm sure she wouldn't be nearly as understanding about you fucking Sandy as I am." Her cunt - she wasn't wearing panties - was getting soaked as she realized that they were almost there, almost to one of the best spots. She was really gong to do it! "Hey," exclaimed Michael, "Watch what you're doing - you're gonna run her off the road." The big SUV swerved out into the other lane of the two lane road. She turned on the bright lights and leaned crazily on the horn, distracting Joan, who was trying to figure out where she was. There was a curve coming up, but Joan wasn't looking at that - she was looking at the truck in her side view mirror that was flashing its lights and swerving all over the place. By the time the curve arrived, and she realized it, the SUV was right next to her and Joan couldn't make the turn. Michael held on, frozen with fear and horror as his mother's car was forced off the road, down a slight hill and into a stand of trees. Emme slammed on her breaks as the other car left the road, hitting rocks and bouncing off a small tree before it flipped over and smashed into a big Maple. "What have you done?" asked Michael, looking with fear at Emme. "As I said, I have plans, but I'm afraid that in order for them to work, your mother needs to be out of the picture." Horror and fascination gripped Michael as he listened to Emme's words. "I need the money for a little project I thought up. So after she's dead, you'll be able to give it to me." Emme reached over and stroked Michael's crotch He couldn't help but harden in response. "Do you like the little fantasies we've had?" she asked. Michael was helpless as he nodded yes. "Would you like to make some of them come true?" Again he nodded. "Then trust me." Emme got out of the car, telling Michael to stay put. She walked down the hill staying on hard ground and rocks. The smell of gasoline was strong by the time she got to the car. Emme squatted down on a rock, right next to the broken window that Joan was too frail to get out of. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs wide, a stream of dark urine arching over the woman's face. Joan sputtered, her glazed eyes coming to rest first on Emme's hairy cunt, then her face. "Time to say goodbye Joan," said Emme lighting a cigarette. She took a deep drag, then started to cough. "Damn, I'm glad I quit. These things'll kill ya." Joan had nothing to say and Emme wasn't even sure she knew what was happening. She stood up and ground her foot into Joan's face, pushing the muddy toe into her mouth. Joan tried to pull away but was too weak. Emme pulled her foot off Joan's face and started to walk back up to her SUV. When she wasn't too far away, she saw the puddle that the leaking gas tank was making. With a flip of her fingers, she expertly landed the lit cigarette into the puddle. Flames started to rise and by the time she'd made it back to the road, then entire car was engulfed. The hot flames burned everything to a crisp - even the cigarette that started the blaze. End Chapter 3 New Plumbing Chapter 4 It was raining, again, and cold. Michael was glad they were inside for the funeral since the weather was so nasty. He could feel the waves of hostility directed toward him by his wife. Friends of his mother were very confused about the tension in the air because it was obviously more than just sorrow at Michael's mother's death. Some sensed that it had a lot to do with the well dress black woman that stood at his side. A few people sniffed while looking at her, thinking that that outfit was hardly appropriate for a funeral. She'd entered at Michael's side wearing a stylish hat with a black veil and a beautiful mink coat. However, when she removed the coat for the eulogy, they saw she was wearing a skin tight mini-dress, patterned stockings and seven inch high patent leather pumps. The top of the dress showed considerable cleavage and her legs were very exposed because it was so short. The past week had been pretty hellish for Michael. After he and Emme had left the scene of the accident, he'd gotten his car from her house and rushed home. Patricia wasn't home yet which was good because then he could say he'd never left. During the week, Michael was terrified that he'd give something away, but managed to hold himself together, with Emme's help of course. The interviews with the police were easy. There was no evidence of foul play, his mother had just driven off the road. No, he had no idea where she'd been going, yes she had seemed fine the last time he saw her. He almost blew it when they asked when that had been because he'd really been with Emme. Emme herself was under no suspicion what so ever. She'd quickly removed the microphones, not worrying about any of her prints in the house - not that the cops had bothered to take any. After all, she and Joan had been friends, so it was only natural that her prints were everywhere. Emme had no video or pictures of anything that she'd done to Joan and any marks on the woman's body had been obliterated by the fire. It didn't matter anyway. The police were only too happy to have an open and shut case to deal with. Even though there was a lot of money involved, Michael had been home the entire evening and even Patricia told the investigator that he'd been devoted to the woman. Michael's own state of mind was something else. He hid it well, but until they closed the case he was really worried. Emme's cold blooded actions scared him to death and he alternated by being terrified of her and somehow turned on by her calculated ruthlessness. He'd agreed that he'd give her the money she needed for the project that she wanted to pursue. Or rather that he'd pay for it when the time came - even though he still didn't know what the project was. Emme assured him he'd love it when it was completed and that was good enough for him. Emme had fucked his brains out on Thursday, the day the police had determined that his mother's death was an accidental traffic fatality. He'd really enjoyed the sex, especially when Emme declared that soon they were going to be able to do all the perverted things they wanted to to Patricia. He knew she wasn't serious, but the thought really got him off. This morning was the funeral and Patricia was really pissed at him when he decided to ride in the limo, alone, with Emme. "You never really liked Mother," he'd replied, "and she was Emme's friend. She misses her and deserves a little comfort." While it was true that Emme missed Joan, it was mainly because she had no one to drink her piss or to shit on anymore. And if Patricia had known the kind of comfort Emme was getting in the limo, she'd have gone ballistic. As soon as they left Emme's house, where the limo had picked them up, Emme had gotten between Michael's legs, opened his zipper and pulled out his cock. He was hard only moments later, as she licked and sucked, her dark red lipstick looking fantastic against the pale skin of his cock. Once she'd got him hard, she bent over in one of the seats and lifted her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, and her thick, dark rug was dripping with her secretions. "C'mon baby, why don't you put that cock inside me?" she asked in a husky voice. Michael was only too happy to oblige and was soon pumping away in Emme's hot, wet snatch. She had an orgasm, then looked over her shoulder at him. "Fuck my ass, Michael," she said, "Put that thick, hard cock in my dirt hole and fuck me." Michael pulled her big ass cheeks apart exposing her hairy asshole. He pulled out his dripping cock and began to push it into Emme's hole. He could feel her shit inside the hole as he pushed in, but was too close to orgasm to care. She accepted his cock with ease and moaned in ecstasy as he plowed in and out, her shit streaking his cock. "I bet your cock is filthy isn't it?" she asked as he fucked her. "Yeah," he said. "Can you imagine Patricia on her knees sucking it clean?" asked Emme. "Would you love to watch me piss in her mouth?" Michael groaned as his orgasm got closer, "Got that'd be so hot," he said. "You could fuck my asshole while I piss in her mouth," said Emme, almost coming herself thinking of that stuck up white bitch being forced to drink her piss while her husband fucked Emme's ass. "Then, after you came, she'd have to lick your cock clean, then suck your cum and my shit out of my asshole." "God I'm close," said Michael. "We could even make her drink her own piss," said Emme. Michael, with the thought of his wife pissing in a bowl, then being forced to drink it, surged forward in the hot, clasping hole his cock was in. Buried balls deep in Emme's ass, he pumped huge spurts of cum deep in her intestines. She came too, imagining his proud wife on her knees begging to eat shit. When he pulled out, she clamped her ass cheeks closed to keep his cum inside. She handed him a some cloth and baby wipes to clean his cock with. "After all," she said, "I might want to suck it on the way home and I wouldn't want it to be all dirty." She grinned, "Unlike your wife, I don't like the taste of shit." Emme was talking like that more and more lately, as if Patricia was already doing the dirty things they wanted to make her to do. At least, that's what it was starting to seem like to Michael - which was why Emme was saying those kinds of things. That way, when Patricia started to fight back - and she would until Emme had complete control over her - Michael would be completely on Emme's side. He'd be used to thinking of his wife as a shit eating whore. After the service was over, they had to wait until they were given the urn that Joan was in. There was no question of a casket, so Michael'd had her cremated. There had been a picture of his mother that they all filed past, and the urn, of course. Everyone was heading to a restaurant after the funeral was over and Michael and Emme would once again ride in the limo while Patricia would be alone driving her and Michael's car. The urn and the picture were set out at the luncheon, but had anyone known what was in it, they would have been completely disgusted. After everyone had left and they were alone in the funeral home, Emme had pulled Michael into the bathroom, locked the door and opened his mother's ashes. "What are you doing?" he asked, somewhat grossed out. "Paying my respects," said Emme as she set it carefully on the floor. She pulled up her dress, exposing her garters and the fact that she had no panties on, then she squatted over the open urn and reached for his fly. She opened it and fished out his cock, which rapidly got hard in her hot mouth. Soon she was grunting and squeezing to the combination of her shit and his cum in to his mother's urn. He thought he'd go soft from the smell of her shit as it filled the room, but instead he got harder, imagining Emme was filling his wife's mouth while he fucked Patricia's own asshole. Emme held his hips, pulling him into her mouth as he emptied his seed into her throat. She stood, wiped her asshole and dropped the toilet paper into the urn. Then she sealed it and they left for the luncheon. Once they arrived, and set out the urn, with its new, but hidden, additions, Patricia was right there at his side. She'd had enough of Emme. What could that stupid bitch do that she couldn't? Nothing, that's what. Patricia knew she was better than Emme in every way and it was time she started to prove it. In fact, rather than punishing Michael tonight, as she'd planned, she'd let him have sex with her. Maybe even with the lights on! That would show him what he'd be missing if he left her for that black whore. Patricia would never admit that any woman, never mind someone like Emme, was better than her. Later that night, Patricia came into the bedroom dressed in a pair of silk pajamas. She never wore lingerie, despite the fact that her figure was still pretty good. She was a little heavy, but not very, and had nice tits. Michael liked her body, but he liked Emme's more. Patricia found Michael more aggressive than usual once she made it clear she was willing to have sex with him. She wasn't very wet by the time he finally forced his way into her cunt, and he bit her nipples too hard, but she didn't want say anything. She'd bring it up next time, but right now she wanted to remind him why she was so much better than that friend of his mother's. Not that she thought for a second that he was having sex with Emme - Michael would never do that. But she didn't want him getting ideas. In point of fact, while he liked fucking his wife, Michael thought she was pretty boring. He'd gotten used to Emme's dynamic, take charge style and his wife just laying there and occasionally grunting while he fucked into her semi-dry cunt wasn't all that great. The only thing that got him through was thinking of Patricia's face covered in Emme's shit and how she'd sound as he spilt her asshole with his cock for the first time. Time passed and Patricia was forced to see more and more of Emme. She began to really hate the woman, who was always dressed very well and who her husband deferred to constantly. She'd even found herself following Emme's suggestions to keep Michael from siding too often with the other woman. Finally, one day when Emme came over and Michael wasn't there, Patricia snapped. "That's it," she said in response to a comment that Emme made about her shoes, "get out of my house. I've had enough of you. And you leave my husband alone, too." Emme stood, a big smile on her face. "Honey, maybe he's your husband on paper, but in real life he's mine." She started backing the smaller woman into the counter. "If you don't believe me, then that's too bad, but if you want to keep him as your hubby, then you'd better start listening to me." "You're crazy," said Patricia. She was afraid - Emme was bigger than her and much stronger. But she was also afraid Emme was right. She's seen how her husband reacted to the woman. There was no way Patricia was going to let this woman steal away her husband. She'd do anything to keep him and he'd stay because she was the better woman. It was convoluted logic, but Patricia had a competitive streak and wouldn't back down - at least verbally. She knew she was the better woman. "You think I'm crazy?" said Emme in a calm voice. "That just shows what you know - nothing. I already have Michael, and I'll prove it to you. You just show up at my house at ten A.M. tomorrow." "Wh... why?" asked Patricia. The woman was very close to her now and Patricia was a little afraid that she'd get physical. Since only lower class people got physical that sort of thing was beneath Patricia, but obviously not Emme. But there was no way she'd let the other woman get the better of her. Patricia knew she was far superior to this stupid bitch and there was nothing Emme could do that Patricia couldn't do better. "You just be there and I'll have a nice surprise for you," said Emme. She grinned and left the house. Patricia said nothing to Michael about what was going on. She didn't want him involved and, although she wouldn't admit it, even to herself, she was a little afraid of the woman. The next day, she dressed very nicely in a knee length, tan skirt, low heels and a nice blouse. Emme wasn't the only one who had nice clothes. Of course, Patricia, despite her attempt, looked exactly like what she was - a yuppie. When she arrived at Emme's and knocked on the door, all she heard was a muffled "Come it!" She walked in the house, looking around. It was a nice house, but a bit more flamboyant then what Patricia would consider good taste. "Hello?" she called out. It was just like that bitch to not greet a guest at the door, thought Patricia. "In here," came Emme's voice. Patricia followed the voice and ended up in Emme's bedroom. As she walked in, the door closed behind her. That night, Michael noticed that Patricia was somewhat subdued. He didn't question her about it, but noticed she shifted around quite a bit on her seat - as if she was uncomfortable. Patricia was uncomfortable all right, but that was a mild way of putting it. As soon as she walked into the room, and the door closed, she spun and was faced with the most bizarre thing she'd ever seen. There stood Emmy. She had on the same 7" heels she'd worn at the funeral, but that was the only normal thing she had on. If seven inch heels could be considered normal. She was wearing fishnet stockings, what looked like a short leather skirt and a tight leather vest that laced up the front. Patricia blinked in disbelief when she realized that the vest had cut outs for the woman's nipples. How gross! "Well," said Emme, "Didn't you say you wanted to find out about what I could offer someone?" Patricia looked confused. "Well?" snapped Emme, "Answer me! Didn't you say you were curious about what I wanted to show you?" Patricia nodded, although she was really in too much shock to understand the question. This was so totally outside of her experience that she didn't know what to do. Emme knew. She grabbed Patricia's hair and said, "Now you're gonna find out. So strip." "No, ouch! Let me go," cried Patricia. "Bullshit, bitch. You want this and you know it. Now take off your clothes before I have to start using this on your ass." Patricia tried to fight the strong grip of the other woman, but was unable to. Her ass suddenly exploded in pain and she yelled. "You can yell all you want you stupid white cunt, but it won't help you. Closest neighbor was Joan and she's dead." Another sharp smack on her ass with the crop that Emme had in her hand stung Patricia. She'd never been hit in her entire life - her mommy and daddy hadn't believed in spanking and contact sports had been beneath Patricia when she was in school. Even so, it took quite a few smacks with the crop before Patricia started to beg for mercy. "Please, please stop!" "You gonna take your clothes off?" "No, please don't make me do that!" Emme smacked Patricia several more times on her ass. She snorted in amusement - even Joan had been able to take more pain than this stupid slut. What a wimp! Emme figured it would take no time at all to break her. "Yes, yes I'll do it, please stop," sobbed Patricia, her mascara running with her tears. "Now, I want you to dry your eyes, clean up your makeup and take off your clothes," said Emme. Patricia did as she was told, then stood there with her hands over her privates. "Move your hands Patty," said Emme in a soft tone. "My name is Patricia," replied the woman. "When you're with me, your name is Patty, and if you don't move your hands, then I'm gonna whip your ass. And trust me, it's gonna hurt a whole lot more on bare skin." Patricia moved her hand away from her body, mostly. Emme raised the crop and said, "Patty, put your hands behind your head or I'm gonna use this crop." Patricia slowly put her hands behind her head and Emme looked at her body. It was pretty nice. B cup breasts with small pink nipples. She had blonde hair on her head, and much darker blonde hair on her pussy. "We're gonna have to shave that hairy cunt of hers," thought Emme, "But not today." Emme walked up with the crop under one arm and took hold of Patty's nipples. Patty, of course, immediately yelped and tried to remove Emme's hands. Emme only squeezed much harder and pulled up. "You better put your hands behind your head or I'm gonna whip these tiny lumps you call tits." Emme pulled and squeezed even harder to emphasize her point. In short order Patty had put her hands back behind her head. The afternoon was one long hour of humiliation after another. Emme had spun Patty around and pushed her face down on the bed, then roughly fingered her cunt until it got wet. Patty wasn't turned on, it was just her body trying to protect itself. Emme continued to spank her ass - this time with her hand, as Patty moaned and writhed and tried to escape the pain. It didn't work though and Emme kept making Patty beg for more. "Do you want me to stop spanking you ass?" "Yes, please stop, it hurts," sobbed the woman. "OK," said Emme as she flipped the woman over and straddled her. With one hand Emme held Patty's hands over her head, and with the other, used the crop on her small tits. Patty screamed and cried, but couldn't get loose. Her tits stung and burned and when Emme asked her if she'd like to have her ass spanked instead Patty said yes. "Beg me to spank your ass," gloated Emme. "Please don't make me," sobbed Patty. "OK," said Emme with a grin. Her cunt was wet and she couldn't wait for Patty to be on her knees eating it. Still, she knew that Patty would look back on this day and wish that this was the worse that had happened to her. After about five more welts appeared on each tit, Emme asked Patty again. "Do you want me to spank your ass?" "Yes please," sobbed Patty. "That's not good enough, " said Emme. "You sound like a little baby. Ask me nice, like you really want it." It took several tries, but Patty eventually gave in and Emme turned her back over and spanked her ass, which by now was very red. Finally, when the woman was sobbing and exhausted, Emme asked her if she'd like her to stop. "Please, I'll do anything - just stop. Of course, Patty's idea of anything didn't take into account activities that Emme enjoyed. She had no idea what was in store for her as Emme pulled her to her hands and knees. "You stay that way or we go back to spanking, got it slut?" "I'm not a slut," replied Patty indignantly. That, of course earned her another round of cropping on her ass, which was turning a deep red. "Now get back up on your hands and knees and tell me you're a slut, and that you want some cock," smirked Emme. "I... I'm a slut who wants some cock," sobbed out Patty. "You're starting to piss me off with your blubbering. I'm really gonna start whipping you if you don't get it together. Now make me believe that you're a slut who wants some cock. Christ, I bet you've never even learned how to ask for it, have you?" "N..no" "We'll you're gonna learn now. Have you ever done it doggie style?" "No," replied the woman, getting herself under control. It was easier to do now that was she was outraged. Doggie style? She wasn't some animal who just rutted all the time. "Too bad. You'll like the deep penetration. Now shake your ass, and beg for some cock," replied Emme. Patty was at a complete loss. She'd never even imagined doing something like this and had no idea how to go about it. She sort of shifted her hips a bit and said, "Please put your penis in me." Emme actually burst out laughing at that. "'Please put your penis in me'?" she mimicked. "You're pathetic. Say, 'Please shove your cock in my cunt', and wiggle you're ass while you're doing it." It took several tries, and some encouragement with the crop to get her to shake her ass, but eventually Emme had Patricia, her blond her thrown back and her face clearly visible, yelling, "Please, I need your cock in my cunt! Please fuck my hairy cunt!" Finally, Emme was satisfied and said, "OK." Patty thought that meant her ordeal was over. It wasn't. Emme lifted her short skirt and unlimbered a strap-on that was attached to her. She loved this one. It was long and thick, with all sorts of raised veins and the other side of it fitted in her own cunt and rubbed her clit. She'd loved fucking Joan with it, especially in the asshole since it would always cause her to bleed. Patty jumped when he felt something pushing against her wet gash that wasn't a finger. "You just stay where we are or I bring out a paddle instead of the crop," said Emme. Patty's ass was a blazing mass of fire and the last thing she wanted was more pain there. She stayed still as Emme began pushing the cool intruder into her intimate hole. She was wet, but not very wet, which didn't matter to Emme at all. Patty cried out in pain as the dildo split her cunt. It was music to Emme's ears and it took Emme only a short time to cum as the stuck up, white bitch under her sweated and writhed in pain. Patty was in agony. Her cunt was being roughly fucked, stretched bigger then it ever had been before. Each stroke of the plastic hit her cervix which made it feel like someone was punching her insides. When Emme started to demand that Patty ask for it harder, Patty immediately complied. She had no idea that her emotions and upset made her voice sound passion filled. "Please fuck me." "C'mon you stupid cow, make me believe it. Tell me you want it harder!" "Please fuck me harder," said Patty, her voice thick with unshed tears. Finally, after experiencing two hard orgasms herself, Emme stopped. Patty was in agony, her ass was blazingly hot, her tits were throbbing and her cunt felt swollen and raw. All she could do was collapse in relief when Emme pulled the slimy dildo, streaked here and there with blood, out of her cunt. Patty's ordeal was not over though. Emme grabbed her by the hair and pulled her around on the bed. Patty was totally beaten and exhausted and offered no resistance. She barely realized what was going on when Emme told her to open her mouth. "Open your mouth cunt," said Emme. Patty tried to focus her thoughts on what was going on when she felt a sharp pain in one nipple. "Ooowww!" she cried. "Open your mouth," said Emme more firmly. Patty, eyes wide, opened her mouth and Emme shoved the slimy dildo straight into it. Patty coughed and gagged on the taste of her cunt as it spread through her mouth. She tried to get away, but every time she did, Emme just grabbed a nipple and twisted. The formerly small, pink buds were now quite a bit larger and deep red. Patty was roughly mouth fucked with the dildo, gagging as Emme tried to push it into her throat. She didn't puke, but she had drool running down her face by the time Emme was finished with her. Patty thought the worse was over, but she was wrong. Once Emme was satisfied that the cock was clean, she'd removed the strap-on, then straddled Patty's face and sank her strong smelling, hairy cunt on Patty's mouth. "Start licking, " was all she said, then took the crop and hit Patty's inner thighs hard. Patty had no idea what to do. She was revolted by the thick smell and salty taste of the other woman's snatch. Plus, Emme's asshole was over her nose and she could smell the faint smell of shit combined with the heavy smell of her cunt. Slimy juices coated the hairy hole and Patty was utterly revolted. Emme sat down hard, cutting off Patty's air. Patty struggled, but was unable to remove the woman. Blows rained down on her inner thighs from the crop and she moaned and screamed. Emme enjoyed the vibrations, so she waited a while before letting Patty breathe. "Start licking slut, or it's gonna get worse." Patty started licking. As a cunt eater she was completely abysmal. Emme came anyway, just the fact that she had so much control of this woman under her getting her off in a big way. She ground her cunt into Patty's face, coating it with her cunt slime. After her orgasm, she lifted off and placed Patty kneeling on the floor. Her knees were spread wide and hands were clasped behind her head. "Thank me for using that pitiful excuse for a body," smirked Emme. Patty looked at her blankly. Thank her? For raping her? "If I don't hear what I want to hear," said Emme, "then we'll start all over again." In a shuddering voice Patty said, "Thank you for ... fucking me." Her face was beet red in embarrassment. Even as sore as she was, humiliating herself for this woman was almost more than she could bear. "You can do better than that slut. You'd think after all the orgasms I gave you, you'd be grateful. Now tell me how much you like me fucking your worthless cunt," said Emme. Orgasms?! Patty almost never had an orgasm, not even with Michael. Oh, she'd had one or two using her own fingers, but there was no way she'd had an orgasm today. Emme raised the crop she'd picked up and continued, "Otherwise that sloppy cunt of yours is gonna get really sore." Before today, Patricia couldn't even have imagined that someone would hit her vagina with a horse crop. But Patty, after all she'd been through in the last few hours, could imagine it only too well and so tried her best to avoid it. She was already so sore. "Thank you for f.. fucking my worthless c... cunt." "Not bad," smirked Emme. "Now make me really believe it. And thank me for giving you the best orgasm of your life." Patty almost couldn't do it and it took several sharp smacks on her tits before Emme was satisfied with her response. "Thank you for fucking my worthless cunt and giving me the best orgasm I ever had," said Patty. Her voice, still husky with shame sounded exactly like a woman who was filled with passion. "Now thank me for allowing you to eat my cunt," smiled Emme, her white teeth gleaming. Patty shuddered. She could still smell the musky slime on her face. But she was beaten, for now anyway, and gave in. "Thank you for letting me eat your pussy," said Patty "Tell me how much you loved it," said Emme. "I loved eating your pussy," said Patty, almost sobbing. With that, Emme pulled the woman to her feet and dragged her down the basement. Patty was terrified, especially when Emme locked her in a small closet and went back upstairs. "If I hear one word out of you, just one, I'll leave you here for a week and fuck you everyday just like I did today," warned Emme. It was dark and cold in the closet and Patty had no idea if this physco would let her out. As time past Patricia alternated between outrage at her treatment, and fear that Emme wouldn't let her go. Her body burned where she'd been whipped, but was cold everywhere else. Her cunt was a sopping mess, but she had nothing to wipe it with and the cool air quickly dried her secretions, making it feel both sticky and cold. Her nipples hurt like hell as well. It was pitch black in the closet and she couldn't stand up all the way, but it was too small to sit down either. She ended up having to sort of lean all scrunched up and couldn't find a way to get comfortable. As time passed, she started to shiver from the cold. She felt a little feverish, but her ass radiated heat. Patty started to quietly sob. Finally she heard someone on the steps and the door was pulled open. Bright light streamed in and Patty squinted as she was pulled out of the small closet, then up the stairs by her hair. Once again she found herself kneeling on her sore ass, with her hands behind her head. This time she was in front of the television. "I bet," started Emme, "that you think you're gonna leave here and go to the police. Or maybe tell your husband. Well, you'd better forget it." She hit the remote and Patty watched in horror at what was on the screen. Emme had spent the last hour that Patty was locked downstairs editing the video that she'd made of them. She was good at editing and Patty watched herself beg to be fucked. She had to admit, even knowing how much she'd hated every second of what happened, that on video it looked consensual. There was only ten minutes, but that was enough. Especially since it showed Patty thanking Emme for all the abuse and for letting her eat her cunt. "I have lots more, I just didn't have time to transfer it all. So if I were you, I'd think twice before telling anyone how much of a lesbian whore you are. Michael might like it, but then he might not. Especially if he sees these." These turned out to be nice, full color print outs of Patty on her knees obviously licking Emme's cunt. "Now get dressed and get the fuck out of here," said Emme. Patty rose quickly and went to the bedroom and put on her clothes. She was shattered. If anyone every saw those photos, she'd be ruined, never mind if Michael saw them. He'd divorce her in a second. She finished putting on her clothes and headed for the door. Just as she was closing it she heard, "Oh and Patty, make sure you're here this Friday at ten sharp. Don't make me wait, or I might have to start emailing these around." Patty left and drove home, tears streaming down her face. She was well and truly fucked and had no idea what to do about it. By dinner she'd cleaned herself up and soaked in the tub for a while. She still had no idea of what to do, but for now she knew she couldn't do anything. The video Emme had edited made it look like she'd wanted what happened. But Patricia knew that even if the video had shown the true situation, she didn't think she could stand the embarrassment of having it go public. She was very quite that night. End Chapter 4 New Plumbing Chapter 5 Patricia made sure that she was at Emme's house that Friday. Emme took great delight in abusing her and making her eat cunt. Emme, knowing that this was the night that Michael was supposed to fuck his wife, made sure her cunt was well fucked before she left. Patty's tongue was also introduced to Emme's asshole, and she almost threw up from being forced to stick her tongue up the other woman's bitter shit chute. "Now," said Emme to the woman, "you make sure you give Michael a good time tonight. You do whatever he wants. In fact, I want you to suck his cock and swallow his cum. I'll find out if you don't, because I'll ask him. Michael and I talk all the time about all kinds of things. Make sure he fucks that cunt of yours, too." Stunned, Patty left the house and went home to await her husband. When Michael got home, Patricia had dinner waiting. She was pretty sore, but Emme had left no real marks on her, at least none that hadn't faded. When it came time for bed, Michael was surprised that Patricia initiated their sex. "I'd," she swallowed, "I'd like to try something new tonight." Michael, who by now felt these sessions were more of a bother than anything else, looked up at her in surprise. "Oh?" he said. "What do you want to do?" "I want to... to suck you," she finished lamely. Michael was very surprised, to say the least. Patricia had told him very early on that only whores sucked cock and she was not a whore. If he wanted a blow job he needed to look somewhere else - after their divorce. He was pretty excited watching his wife on her knees by their bed. It was obvious she had very little idea of what to do, but he didn't care. Just the thought of having his wife's mouth around his cock for the very first time made him cum very quickly. She choked and a lot of it spilled out of her mouth, but she swallowed some of it. Michael decided that he liked the view of Patricia on her knees with his cum on her chin and tits. It didn't take him very long to get hard again, and he was soon pounding away at her cunt. She grunted and groaned, which he mistook for passion when in reality it was pain. Emme had fucked her hard and long with the strap-on today and her pussy was sore and inflamed. That made it feel tighter and hotter to Michael who pounded away with abandon. The next day, Emme called to ask how his Friday night had gone. "I couldn't believe it," he said, "She actually asked to suck my cock! I mean, Patricia always told me only whores did that." He chucked and continued, "She wasn't very good, but I liked seeing my cum on her face and tits." Emme laughed with him and replied, "You should ask her to do more stuff. You never know what she might say. Of course, you know I want to know everything." "Oh I'll be sure to keep you up to date," replied Michael It was Tuesday of the next week and he hadn't seen Emme or Sandy so he was really horny. When he got into bed with Patricia, he asked her if she wanted to make love. She wasn't very good, but at least her cunt was hot. "Michael," she started, then stopped. "I.. I guess if you can't wait until Friday. I don't want this to become a regular thing though." Deciding he was on a roll, he said, "You could always give me another blow job." Patricia looked disgusted and he thought he'd blown his chance, but she crawled down the blankets and started to suck him off. She didn't do any better this time, but he still loved it. Every week, Emme degraded Patricia more. The first time she pissed in Patty's mouth, Emme had done it in the bath tub. She just knew that Patty would puke, and she was right. "You better clean up that tub you fucking whore," said Emme. She was standing there in thigh high boots that laced up the back. Her bush was matted with piss and cunt juice and on top she was wearing a black leather halter that left a lot of cleavage showing. Elbow length kid gloves adorned her hands and molded to her arms. In one hand she had the crop that Patty had so come to hate. "Rinse yourself off bitch and clean up my tub. Then get your fat ass into the bedroom," said Emme walking out, saying over her shoulder, "And be quick about it." Once Patty appeared in the bedroom Emme quickly tied her with her legs pulled back and wide. She amused herself by sitting on Patty's face, smearing her cunt slime and piss over the woman's mouth and nose. While she did that, she whipped Patty's open cunt with her crop until it was red and swollen. Emme really enjoyed how Patty's screams of pain vibrated her cunt. By the time she got bored, Patty's cunt was throbbing in time with her heart beat, each throb a spike of pain through her crotch. Emme wasn't finished with her though. She took a glob of Ben gay and smeared it into Patty's raw cunt. It took almost a half hour before Patty's screams were reduced to whimpers. "You remember this the next time you think of puking up anything I put in your mouth, understand?" "Yes Emme," sobbed Patty, "I'm sorry." "Not sorry enough. Tonight, when you go home, you'd better fuck Michael good. Then tell him that on Friday, you'll be doing something special for him." "No please, I really hurt," begged Patty. "OK," said Emme with a sympathetic smile. "I understand. Poor baby's too sore. I'll let you up now while I go to my computer and start sending out the pictures I have of you drinking my piss. I'm sure Michael's coworkers will love them." Of course, that sent Patty into a panic. She begged and pleaded to do anything to keep Emme from sending out the pictures. Emme finally relented and said, "I'd better hear from him that you fucked him good, otherwise off those pictures go." Michael was once again the recipient of a non-Friday fuck from his wife. Her moans and groans were very passionate and he fucked her even harder than usual. He liked how her deep red pussy looked clasping around his pole. Since he'd had his balls drained earlier by Sandy, it took him a long time to cum and Patricia was almost in tears by the time he dumped his load. Before he drifted off to sleep, she whispered that she would have something special for him Friday. When she came on Friday, Patty was treated to her worst experience yet at Emme's hands. Emme was waiting for her in the bedroom, as usual. She was outfitted in black leather crotch-less panties, low rise boots with heels that were a good six inches in height and a leather top that laced up the middle, leaving cut-outs for her deep chocolate nipples. After being strapped down to the bed (Emme had put down rubber sheets this time), a funnel had been locked her mouth. It was the same funnel that had been used many times by Joan. Emme had never bothered to rinse it off, so it smelled of old piss. Emme started by pissing in the funnel while holding Patty's nose. Patty had to swallow quickly to keep from drowning. Her stomach roiled, but she managed to keep down all the piss from Emme's bladder. Next, Emme pulled out a jar full of dark yellow, cloudy liquid - more piss, Patty guessed. Emme had apparently been saving it up. She was barely able to choke down the cold, acrid liquid and would have been even more horrified to learn that it was Michael's piss, not Emme's. Patty was terrified when Emme approached her with a pair of scissors. She expertly snipped away all Patty's blonde pubic hair, leaving only a quarter inch or so of stubble. She left for a while, then returned with a small pot. Patty watched in fear as Emme laid cheese cloth strips on her pubic mound. She had no idea what Emme was going to do; she found out as Emme tipped the pot and poured extremely hot wax all over her pubic area. It was immensely painful and Patty screamed almost the entire time. It got worse when Emme began pulling up the strips - and her pubic hair with them. Emme was thorough and eventually removed all traces of pubic hair from the blonde. Patty was bleeding a bit, here and there, when the other woman was finished After that, she as treated to a long hard fuck by Emme's large dildo, icy hot coating the thick black rubber that was ruthlessly plunged into her depths. The fluid also stung her newly denuded crotch and the whole cunt mouth ended up a flaming red. Patty was exhausted and sobbing by the time Emme let her up. "Go clean yourself up and stop blubbering like a little girl," said Emme. "You know, you look really stupid with no pubic hair. I know Michael will like it, though." When Patty came out of the bathroom, Emme said, "Tonight, you're gonna get Michael to fuck your ass." Patty was in shock. Even though she was standing there having spent the last several hours being sexually abused, she could not believe that Emme expected her to do that. "No please. He'll know something's up.. he'll realize that something's going on. I'd never act like this..." "Bullshit," cut in Emme. "He loves the changes in you. Even though he still thinks you're a lousy fuck, doing all this stuff to you makes him hot." Emme stepped close to the cringing woman and said, "I know all this because he tells me. Just like a good husband should. So, I'll know if you don't get him to fuck your asshole. And if you don't, those pictures will be going out the next morning." Emme knew that Patty would find a way - she was terrified that Emme would send out pictures, or worse, video, of all the things she'd been forced to do. Somehow, the video's always made her look willing, even though she was as far from willing as she could get. "It's gonna hurt like hell slut, but you'd better make him think you like it, even if you bleed like a stuck pig," said Emme as Patty was leaving the house. She reached for the Listerine that she always kept hidden in the car as she drove off. Emme never let her rinse out her mouth when she was finished and today all the piss she'd drunk had tasted even worse than normal. Michael was getting used to Patricia asking for new things, although he had no idea why she was. Emme hadn't told him she was raping and torturing his wife. He wouldn't have cared; he was just hoping to get into some really kinky stuff. Emme, of course, never let him piss or shit in her mouth, but talked a lot about watching him doing it to Patricia. This night, when they got into bed and Patricia asked him to ask fuck her, he was very surprised. This was, by far, the best thing yet. It didn't turn out too well, for Patricia anyway, because she'd never been penetrated there before. Michael never realized that Emme was used to a good ass fucking and put out enough cunt juice to use for lube. Patricia was not used to it, and wasn't turned on, therefore there was minimal lube available. Michael loved the feel of his cock pushing into Patricia's Hershey highway. It was hot and tight and felt amazing. He didn't last very long, which was good because the main lubricants at this point was blood and shit. Patricia moaned and wiggled her hips, trying her best to convince Michael that she was loving every minute of this. She wasn't, not even close. Her entire lower body was cramping trying to push the intruder out of her ass. Her belly rippled with cramps and she moaned as sweat poured off her body. When he finally unloaded his cum in her asshole and pulled out, she collapsed on the bed. The day had been completely draining and she fell into a deep sleep with blood, shit and semen seeping from her asshole. Things got progressively worse for Patricia as time went by. Finally, the day came when Emme announced that there would be a new change in her life. "You're gonna help Michael and I fuck," she announced bluntly. "And since I know he'd love to watch a little lezzi action, you're gonna eat my cunt." Patricia would have loved to have objected, but her mouth had the funnel gag in it again and she couldn't talk. She'd been soundly ass raped by Emme's large strap on and was really hurting. Still, she managed to shake her head no. "Of course it's gonna happen. Michael should know all about us, don't you think? After all, I can't be hiding things from my ... I mean your husband." Emme's white teeth were bring as she grinned at the suffering woman. After the gag was removed, Patty tried to talk Emme out if it, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. The threat of the pictures getting out was always hanging over her, so she couldn't do much more than beg and plead. "I'll tell you what," said Emme. "If you beg me to shit in your mouth, then we'll see. But you gotta convince me you really want it." Patty went pale. Beg? To have someone shit in her mouth? She couldn't do it - no way, no how. But if she didn't Michael would know that this vile person had taken advantage of her. What would his co-workers say if those pictures got out? Her, an upper class white woman, swallowing some black low life's piss? "O..OK, I'll do it," said Patty. Her stomach lurched just at the thought. "You'll do what?" asked Emme sweetly looking down at the naked woman. Currently, the five inch spiked heels of her red strap on sandals were resting on Patty's tits - one on each nipple. It hurt like hell, but Patty was tied down with nowhere to go. Emme shifted her feet a little and the spikes dug deeper. "Please stop, that hurts," whined Patty. "What did you mean when you said you'd do it?" persisted Emme. "I'll beg to... um," she swallowed hard, the mere thought nauseating her, "let you shit in my mouth." she said, the words all coming out in a rush. Emme teased the woman for another half hour before she finally consented. As she squatted over Patty's open mouth a long strand of cunt slime drooled from her rug. She shifted so that it entered Patty's mouth and the other woman slurped it up. Compared to the other things Emme made her do, eating a cunt was pretty easy - even when it was filled with sperm, as it had been on several occasions. It was her husband's but she didn't know that. She did know the taste of sperm because she was required to blow Michael several times a week now. After Emme was sure she'd swallowed, she shifted in her squatting position and Patty looked up at the hairy, black hole with dread. It wasn't long before a thick, brown turd started to peek out. The smell was horrible and she turned her head away, trying to breath. "Open your mouth, you fucking whore, and eat my shit like you begged to," snapped Emme. Patricia was so used to actually following her orders that she did was she was told and her open mouth was greeted by a soft, long rope of waste. The greasy thing descended on her tongue and before she knew it, her mouth was full. She coughed and gagged, choking on the horrid load in her mouth. Some of it entered her throat and she had to swallow, but most she just pushed out of her mouth, coating her tongue with excrement in the process. Not even drinking piss was this bad! Of course she ended up puking onto the tarp she was laying on, piss and the small amount of shit she'd eaten quickly coming up. That annoyed Emme, even though she was expecting it. "You'll have to do better than that if you want to keep from munching my asshole while your husband fucks my pussy," snapped Emme. "I can't," wept Patty, "I just can't do it." Later that night, Patricia was still feeling sick. Not only from all the disgusting things that had ended up in her stomach, but from Emme's parting words. "This Saturday, you, me and Michael are going to have a get together. Tell him you want to cook dinner for me as a peace offering and that he should call and invite me over. You know what'll happen if I don't get a call by the end of the day tomorrow." Patricia was shaking and had to spend several minutes calming down before she could even think about speaking to Michael. She managed it though and stressed that it was very important that he call Emme tomorrow. When he did, Emme laughed and said, "I'll tell you what. You just follow my lead and I bet by the end of the evening, your wife will be eating my cunt and drinking our piss. Sound good?" It sure as hell did. Michael's cock was immediately hard thinking about his wife on her knees while he and Emme sprayed her open mouth with urine. After dinner, most of which Patty hardly touched, Emme leaned over and took her hand. "Honey, don't you think it's time that we told Michael about what we've been doing?" Patty went completely pale and almost fainted. Emme had called her and warned her that she should do whatever Emme wanted - or else. Patty had pleaded with the black woman, even bringing up the fact that she'd eaten her shit. "Ah," Emme had replied, "But you puked it all up. How do you think that made me feel to be rejected like that?" Patty was too stunned to come up with a response. And now it seemed like Emme was going to tell Michael everything. "Michael," said Emme, still gripping Patty's cool, clammy hand, "Patty and I have been lovers for a while, since not too long after your mom died. We don't want to hurt you, but Patty has certain needs that she was too shy to bring up to you. So when I offered to help her out she accepted, as long as it didn't hurt your marriage. So I came up with the idea of a threesome as a way to introduce you to the idea. All real men like threesomes, and you are a real man, aren't you?" Michael was very surprised. He'd been warned to follow Emme's lead, and he intended to do just that. Besides, if he played his cards right, he'd get to fuck both of them. Patty was silent and compliant the rest of the night. She did whatever Emme suggested and Michael got to live his fantasy of pissing in his wife's mouth, then watching another woman drain her bladder down Patty's throat as well. Patricia was miserable, but since Michael had never seen her cum, he figured she was enjoying herself anyway. Emme certainly was, especially when she watched Michaels prick, caked with her shit, slid into Patty's unresisting mouth. Getting him hard again was no trick because watching Emme ride Patty's mouth while she pulled hard on the smaller woman's sensitive nipples got him hot very fast. He fucked Patty's cunt while Emme rode her face and cut off her air. At her suggestion, he started alternating between her cunt and her asshole and eventually her cunt had a bunch of shit and blood packed in it. His only regret was that he couldn't make her eat her own cunt. Life continued like this for the threesome for almost a year. They degraded and used Patricia on a whim after that first night - she was almost completely broken. Like Joan, however, she never did get used to the taste of shit and always begged and pleaded for them not to use her mouth. Emme had a small, knowing smile on her face when the woman did that. The worst thing they did, as far as Patty was concerned, was when they'd made her piss into a bucket, then Michael and Emme pissed into the same bucket, and gave Emme an enema with it. Emme held it in while they tied Patty in place and forced a wide tube into her mouth. The other end was a large, clear funnel. Patty was shaking and crying, knowing what was coming and not being able to do anything to stop it. She was right. Emme squatted over her bound, kneeling form and emptied the entire piss enema into the funnel. Nothing Patty could kept the abhorrent mixture from entering her mouth and, eventually, her stomach. More time passed and Patty was used harder all the time. Her body was rarely without bruises and small cuts. Her cunt and asshole were always sore and she never left the house anymore. Michael was well satisfied. He fucked her whenever he wanted and fucked Emme whenever she wanted him to. Patty thought that nothing could be worse than this. She was wrong. Patty was kneeling, naked as usual, on the living room floor when they came for her. She had no idea what was going on, of course, since no one bothered to tell her. Michael and Emme were sitting on the couch watching TV. Michael was nervous, but trying not to show it. He had complete confidence in Emme, but this was a big step. All the things they'd done to Patty over the months were leading up to this. Emme was ecstatic. This was the final step to what she'd been waiting for, her fantasy come true. The money had changed hands, everything was in order. When Patty was picked up, she would effetely cease to exist. The men who took her away would ensure that she disappeared completely. Michael would report her missing to the police tomorrow and they would soon uncover evidence of an affair and the fact that she had moved out of the country. Money that had actually been paid to the company would be discovered as 'missing' and it would be assumed that Patty made off with a lot of money and that would be that. In the mean time thought, Patty would be transformed. There'd been a lot of options for Emme to choose from. Color, function, ease of transition. She'd decided on white for the color, and complete toilet for the function. As for transition - Emme wanted it made as painful and degrading as possible. Movies would be send to her on a regular basis and they'd be able to watch the things that were being done to Patty as she was transformed from a woman to a living toilet. The men arrived, delivering a new washing machine. No one would notice that when they left, there was one extra box they took with them. Inside the box was Patty. She was scared to death, but it was too late for her to escape. She thought she was just being sold, but Emme's smiling face and final comment stayed with her. "I can't wait to see you again Patty. Once you get back, the real fun will start." Patty looked pleadingly at Michael, but there was no pity to be found there. After all, they'd been using her as a sex toy for months, even pissing in her mouth. Often they'd made her suck his cock clean of shit after he'd fucked her or Emme. They'd made her drink Emme's enema, which she'd puked all over the floor. That had been recent, but they hadn't punished her. Patty thought that was because they realized they'd finally pushed her too far. In reality, it was because they knew what her life would be like soon enough. Six months passed and Michael's wife was discovered to have left the country. She'd stolen a great deal of money from him and at the end of the fourth month, he'd been granted a divorce. Yet another case had been closed and the cops were pleased, never noticing how their investigation had been manipulated from the first. In the middle of the seventh month, a crate arrived. It was marked just like any other toilet and with it were two 'plumbers' to help 'install' it. After they removed the original toilet from the master bathroom, the new one was uncrated while both Emme and Michael looked on in anticipation. Once uncrated, Emme was ecstatic and Michael was both horrified and aroused. It was Patty, of course, but she had been transformed into an actual, functioning toilet. She was naked, but her skin was covered with something that made it shine like white porcelain. She had no hair anywhere, of course, and her limbs were locked into place. Once the plumbers had positioned her, it would be easy to sit down and shit directly into the small bowl that led to her mouth. The bowl was clear and permanently affixed in her mouth. It covered her nose and there were tubes running on the outside so that she could breath when her mouth was in use. The men explained how to operate the new toilet and even though she couldn't talk or move, Patty's eyes showed her horror. "You use this just like you use any other toilet," started the man, "you just don't put chemicals in it. Or paper, either. Since you selected the recycle function, let me tell you how that works. "The toilet has a line running from its internal bladder up to the bowl here, and when you push this button marked recycle, whatever's in the bladder gets dumped into the bowl. You have to release to bladder once every two days - you can set it to do that automatically, by the way - otherwise you'll damage the toilet. This little meter here shows when you need to empty it - don't let it get in the red or the toilet will break." Break, in this case, was a euphemism for die. He pushed the button and immediately rich, golden piss began to drain into the bowl, then into Patty's mouth. It flowed for almost a minute, then stopped. "Now, I'm gonna flush it out so you can start fresh," said the man. Emme, who's cunt was dripping from excitement, thought she heard a noise. "Oh yeah," said the man, "flushin' it's pretty painful, so sometimes there's some noise. Now, the way to flush the solid waste out of the toilet is with this button here. What that does is opens up the bottom hole nice and wide, and lets the waste into the toilet pipe. You should do that when this little meter is in the yellow here - it monitors the pressure on the internal pluming." This time there was definitely a noise and the man grinned. "Finally, you wanted some special options. That's these buttons here. This one sends shocks to the nipples, this one to the clit and cunt. You can set them as anything from nice and pleasant, to really painful. Of course, you could leave them on all the time, but they do lose effectiveness over time if you do. Some folks think it's a lot of fun to pleasure their toilet when their using it. That way, it'll be the only thing they can look forward to. "Make sure you keep it plugged in to the wall here. Otherwise the electrical muscle stimulation that keeps its tone up and keeps it from just fading out on you won't work. Finally, you dump a packet of this stuff in it once every day or so. That'll keep your toilet working well for quite a long time. Our number is in the instruction packet in case you need something. We give a two year warranty, after that, as long as you follow my instructions, it should last a long time." The men packed up and left, taking the old toilet with them. Emme was beside herself with joy and she and Michael raced upstairs to put the new appliance to work. When she sat down, Emme found the bowl to be quite comfortable and she sighed as her asshole opened up and a long, soft rope of shit began to slid down into Patty's mouth. Months of conditioning, torture, actually, made it impossible for her to do anything other than swallow. All the modifications that had been made to her body were permanent and she'd been told that as part of her mental torture. Also, a lot of the modifications had been made while she was awake - as had been specified by Emme's instructions. Her eyes worked just fine though and she was able to watch Emme give a blow job to her husband as she pissed into Patty's mouth. Even after all this time, Patty was not used to the taste of piss and shit and it was completely vile. However, she no longer had the option of throwing up - surgery had seen to that. Michael came hard, and Emme got off the pot and spit his cum into the toilet. She was able to watch Patty's throat working as she swallowed the shit, piss and cum that had been dumped into her mouth. Next, it was Michael's turn. Patty still couldn't believe that he'd do it - she hadn't totally adjusted to her new life and still felt sure that her husband was going to help her. Michael pissed a healthy flood of golden liquid into her mouth, then followed it up with a large pile of firm shit. Tears began to leak from Patty's mouth as she realized that there was no escape for her. She felt the warm sludge in her coil in her stomach. Emme smiled and reached for one of the buttons and Patty felt her nipples, clit and cunt start to burn. Emme had set it for cycle, which meant the pain would rise and fall until she turned it off. "Good night Potty," smirked Emme as she walked out and turned off the light. Potty was left to suffer in the dark. End Story. |