An Ocean of MiserySynopsis: Sara and Kara are twins. Their dad is a judge. They get what they want. The main thing they want is a full use slave for their summer cruises. They get a special one this time. He enrolls as a senior right after January first. They quickly get use of him before school is out. They train him well. Will the ocean cruise be misery for him? Chapter One Hiya suckers! I am Sara. My sisters name is Kara. We are identical. You can not tell us a part. Our own parents have problems doing that. Sometimes we get confused! For example, I have a date with a guy I have went out with before, but I want to do something else. No ploblem. Kara goes out with him! Cool uh? Some of the guys have questioned us about this. They know it is possible. We just chide them for not being able to reconize their own girlfriend. Well, don't you think they should know the girl they are dating? We call them dumb dumbs. Boys are you know. We have been playing games with them since forever. We play with adults too. Especially teachers. They are the dumbest of all. Most of them pretend they can tell us a part. We go right a long with them. Smile and say. "How can you do that, you are so smart! You are as good at that as our parents. You are so awesome! They have no clue and wrong as much as right." We have no classes together. Some twins take all their classes together. That is so stupid. Sometimes I go to a class twice, sometimes Kara goes twice. This is really cool on test day! We trade when we do that. Our test scores fluxuate, sometime 75-80, sometimes 95-100. Averages pretty good, uh? Guess you want to know what Kara and I look like, so I will paint you a photograph of us. I will use use words for my brush. I am 34B-22-35. I weigh 120 lbs, I am 5' 7". My inseam for pants is 34". I am very firm and quite strong but not a body builder type. I am in the school weight program. It is required for sports. The B's are identical and are almost C's. They have the lift you would expect them to have. I (we) are very commited to physical fitness and the care of our bodies from head to toe. I have shoulder length plus, black hair with natural auburn streaks, and a lot of it. My favorite arrangement is long spiral curls, it is a little curly naturally. In games and practices it is piled on my head and looks kinda like a pony tail coming from the top of my head. Really cute. I, we have large wide set dark brown eyes, naturally long thick lashes. A lip line similar to Heather Locklear but fuller lips and a more pronounced curve. My teeth are perfectly straight, OK so I wore braces once! High cheek bones. Kinda triangle face. My skin is a golden brown with almost no blemishes. My fingers and toes are long and straight with very nice nails on each. I have a little natural facial hair but it is always removed and not to much on my arms. My legs are always nice. My bush is trimmed 3/4" X 1 1/4" beginning immeadiately above my slit. (None on the sides). Are ya droolin yet! Last year we had Mrs. English for English. She is an old bitch, spinster, no wonder. No one would have her. She is new here, I bet there are a lot of happy students wherever she came from. She thought she was on to us. She started giving different test to different classes! Have you ever heard of crap like that. Well, it caused us not to do so well once, that's all. There are a ton of guys that delight in helping two gorgeous damsels in distress, LOL. We have guys that beg us to allow them to do our homework. Guys that we do not date, would not date. They just value a few minutes of being near us, talking to us, and even hear us say words to them. When we call one of them by name he comes close to getting his rocks off. Twins have lots of advantages in social life as long as they are not the type who gets hung up on, individuality. We do not. We love each other deeply. I know Kara is absolutely gorgeous, she knows I am absolutely gorgeous. We dress exactly alike. To hell with this, "Be your own self crap". We are starting star guards on our high school basketball team. We are seniors. I am eighteen today. Kara is only seventeen and will not be eighteen until next year! Impossible you think. Well You are wrong! Kara will be eighteen tomorrow, January first! That is so cool. We are only five minutes apart. I was born at 11:58, Kara at 12:03. She got all the stuff for the first baby but we shared. We share everything, I mean everything. Maybe only one of us will get married and we will share one husband. That way both of us can play around! Like we are going to do that! Uhmmmmm, hold that thought! We do share intimately. We always share our personal potty. Yeah we have one. We have always had one. There is an endless supply. Know how we get them? Our dad does that. He adores us and would do anything for his gorgeous daughters. He has nobodys appear before him. He is a judge. Sometimes he will let one off on parole if the guy is the right type. My dad is very good at telling that after the sentencing investigation. If the guy fits the personality profile qualifications he may get lucky. Lucky is what his name becomes with us. All of them have been called, "Lucky". Would you like to be "Lucky". Some of you, maybe. Who knows you may sit in our daddy's court someday. :) Kara and I had been, "messing around with this guy". When I talk about,"Messing around with a guy," I am talking about messing around with his mind. I, we, get inside a boys head and drive him crazy. Before he realizes what is happening we have him crazy with lust. He will do anything for us, even commit murder if we wanted him to. Well this guy was a nobody. (That is the kind we choose, for obvious reasons.) His name was Joe. The name fit him, plain and simple. He had been in trouble with the law, minor stuff. My dad was his judge. He told us about him. Sicked us on him so to speak. He enrolled in school last Jan. We owned him in a few weeks. He could not believe his good fortune. All it cost him was his body, his soul, and his life. A small price to pay for what we gave him. He was sooo lucky! I mean for a guy that would be twenty-one the day after graduation who was never going to amount to anything. His elevator did not go all the way to the top. You know, he was a brick shy of a full load. His going on a summer cruise with us was unbelievable! He was a ward of the state, lived in a foster home. The state would lose all interest in him when he turned twenty-one. Yep, one day he was a kid who could not care for himself, according to state statutes. The next day he was a full fledged adult solely responsible for his own fate. His fate was sealed. He did not know that though. Even his senior year high school experiences never gave him a clue. I bumped into him in the hall, I had stood around the corner waiting for Kara's signal for almost five minutes. She signaled and I lowered my head, raised my books, rounded the courner and wiped his ass out. He went down flat. His books flew everywhere. I said. "I am so sorry." Then I laughted. He was wearing wire glasses, they were bend and setting on his face cockeyed. It was so funny. Kara took a pic with her phone. His nose was bleeding a little, not from the inside but from the outside where his glasses cut him. Those glasses were not made for impact! I turned on my left foot. All of my weight was on it. It was on his hand. 120 lbs of girl muscle turned on his hand. He screamed in pain. I smiled secretly to myself. I refrained from a laugh. That requires control. There I was, a Goddess, standing on the nobody's hand. He was in pain groveling at my pretty feet. Both of us were at our rightful place. Even with him screaming I shifted my weight so I could come down with a little bounce. He moaned that time. Oh, that felt so good. I love it when a nobody is suffering at the hands, or feet, of a superior. I love it even more if that superior is ME A crowd was starting to gather so I reluctantly stepped off his hand. The skin was torn, bleeding, and looked like it may be swelling. He would have pain to remind him of me for a while. I love it, just love it! I made it look good for those around me. "I am so sorry,let me help you. I stepped on your hand too. That does not look at all good. I am sorry, uh uh uh, well what is your name?" He was having a little trouble regaining composure. He was trying very hard to keep from crying, I think. I would have laughted if he had. He finally managed to say, "Joe, my name is Joe". I reached down my hand to help him up. You should have seen him. He thought he had crashed through the gates of heaven and I was an angel. Boy did he have a lot to learn! Kara walked away leaving him in my very competent hands. When I said, "hi," his glasses steamed up. No, really, they did! The fool had no idea I had caused him all that pain on purpose. He had a hand that may required medical attention just because it was on the floor and I wanted to see a little pain register on his pathetic loser face. I helped him with his books. I asked, if he was new in school,(I knew he was), what class he had 1st hour, if he knew where it was located. I had the same class so, I walked him to class. I handed him my books and said, When a guy walks with ME, he carries!" This guy could barely talk. He would have carried me. He would have loved to carry me! I giggled a lot, that did not help his speech any. His hand had already stopped bleeding. I did not hurt it as much as I wanted to. I sat by him in class. I introduced him as a new student. Of course I told the class how I met him. One of the guys said. "If you survived a collision with Sara and are not in the hospital, you are one tough dude!" Everyone laughted. He turned a few shades of red. I let him carry my books. I was hoping the extra books would make his hand hurt a little more. Pain is good for some guys. It builds character! :) I took them from him when we got to my locker. I got Kara's next hour books and handed them to him. I went to the ladies room and got my 2nd hour book from Kara. You know what she did. She walked out first and walked to her next hours class with Joe calling her Sara. We did this to him for three days before he caught on. Kara and Sara sound so much alike we made him believe the ones that called us the right name said the wrong name. He did not know there were two of us. The other studens helped. Everyone enjoyed the joke. On the surface it was a harmless joke. For us it was helping Joe make the first step. A giant step down a one way road. A road of pain and humiliation for him, convenience, fun, and pleasure for us. He had been chosen to play the part of our, "Summer boy". Know what we do ever summer? We take a cruise. My dad takes a couple months off from the extremely stressful job of being a judge and making life or death decisions. We sail to various ports. We have been everywhere. We have a 130 foot yacht, complete with a crew that has been with us as long as I can remember. They are well paid. They have a great life and appreciate it. They think we are the greatest people in the world. Hey, we are! They would do anything for us. Loyal people are a must in todays world dad always said. back to loser Joe. The day he discovered we were twins, we introduced him to another phase of his training. We let him wash our car. There was a big game and we simply did not have time. We wanted our car to be clean because we were going on a double date after the game for sandwiches and cokes. We had had this date for weeks, since the last day of school before break. We always kept our dates. We are always honorable and truthful.:) We told him how much we appreciated his cleaning our car up really good. We even let him clean our car the day after too. We put our panties under the seat for him. Not the ones we were wearing, much dirtier ones. We wanted Joe to have a memory of us. He cleaned our car good again. Gone was the dirt, gone were the stale fries, gone were two pair soiled panties. He had taken the bate. Joe had just taken One more step towards an ocean of misery. We had cafeteria at the same time. We let Joe carry our trays while we flirted with the guys. He had to go back through the line to get his food. By that time we were almost through eating. We were leaving just as he got there. Kara said, Joe would you dump all of our trays when you finish eating, we have a few thing to do. We will be in the student lounge. All eight of us left our trays for Joe to take care of. I flashed him a warm smile and let him watch my ass as I walked away. Kara's and the other two girls asses looked good to. Kara and I looked back just as we were exiting the cafeteria, he was still staring at our asses. He would get many a close look. He would learn every little inch of them by heart. Just as the bell was about to ring he came in the lounge. Scott and I had just finished a quick kiss, Kara was still holding Todd's hand. Joe knew he was not our boyfriend and would never be. He love to be in our company though. Just looking at us and hearing us speak awed him. He always had this worshipful look in his eyes when he looked at us. We let him walk down the hall with us. Yeah, he carried Kara's and my books. The students were starting to whisper about the twins and their slave. Hey, we deserve a slave, we are royalty, Joe is nothing. He gave Kara her books. She walked in her room and he continued to walk down the hall with me. I let him walk a little behind me so he could look at my ass. I wanted him to, that ass would own him. Maybe it already does! "Joe," I said to him as we were sitting down. "I want you to carry my gym bag home and wash my uniforms for me. Kara wants her's washed too. We have a game tomorrow night." I said this just loudly enough for Donna to hear. Donna was a 6' power forward. She was only a sophomore but played on the varsity. She was good. "Joe, would you be a dear and wash mine too?" She asked with a big smile. Donna was not goddess material, by a long shot. She was kinda pretty though in a big sort of way. She was 5" talker than me and 50 lbs heavier. If she had stepped on Joe's hand, and did what I did, it would be in a cast! "Yes, Donna, I can wash them at the same time." Good news traveled fast. Joe had 12 sets of girls uniforms to wash by the days end. He would have more from now on. The Varsity had acquired a slave. At practice we told our coache how Joe asked to be in charge of our uniforms. He made Joe assistant manager. Joe would get to do all of our uniform laundry. He would be responsible for making sure we had the right color uniforms clean, and on the trip or in our locker room if it was a home game. Joe would also get to clean our locker room and our bath, shower and toilets. Coach Hughes was surprised when we told her Joe wanted to do this for us. Joe already knew he would tell her he wanted to. Coach Hughes was 6'5" and was huge, yeah, Coach Hughes was huge! Have you ever seen a basketball girls locker room, shower, and toilets after a game or hard practice. It is a mess. Lots of girls do not bother to flush. The place smells of sweat, stinky socks and shoes, urine, and even shit sometimes. We were not very tidy for the janitor. We would be a lot less tidy for Joe. All of the girls knew he was slave material. You know, made to be used. Anyway, Joe washed the twelve uniforms, did a fabulous job too. From then to the end of the season he had varsity and jv uniforms to care for. Of course we started leaving him our panties, sport bras, and socks. Kara told me she walked in on him yesterday. She caught him. He was laying face down on a bench, socks under his nose and panties in his mouth. I asked her what she did. She said she just said, "Hi, Joe, having fun with those. Here I forgot to leave these for you," She said she tossed him a pair of her panties and laughed as she walked away. Well......we are normal girls, almost. We can keep secrets. It is just all of those people we tell that can not keep them. By the end of the next day every girl on the team knew about that little incidence. If Joe ever had one ounce of respect, he lost it. He was the basketball girls slave. All twenty-two of them. In a week he was getting remarks like, "Does my panties taste better than Sara's? Which taste best, petite or large? Do you know whose panties you are eating? Love my socks, do you? This escalated of course. Within a couple games we were wiping our ass on our panties if we could take a dump after a game. After a hard workout, it is a natural thing. He got a lot of shitty panties! Our panties always came back nice and clean. We knew he was eating our shit, we just knew it! Many started pissing on their panties too. You know, just the crotch. Kara and I liked to leave a glob of cum in ours. We were using Joe in the most degraded way, well.......almost, he was just becoming more experienced for his stroll down an ocean of misery lane. There was the time before we went to state. We had been ranked number one all year. Three days at the capitol playing on the same court the university played on. We won 4th my sophomore, third my junior year. This year we were winning first. Everyone knew it. Joe got to go with the team. He had done an incredible job keeping our uniforms and our facilities clean. Never had our locker room, showers, and toilets been kept so clean. We had that joke we told Joe a lot. "Joe, I swear those toilets look so clean you could eat out of them!" We were more than a little suspicious he really had. Kara and I had a plan. We put a video camera in the tile above stall number three. I took a dump there just before time for Joe to come to clean for us (They were not numbered, just the third stall). He was coming to clean them as I was leaving. He could not get in if we did not want him to. He did not know the combination. If the numbers were not punched in, the door did not open. On the third incorrect try it would not open without a key from Coach Hughes. I timed it of course. Accidents are planned, the good ones anyway! "Hi Joe, good thing you did not get here sooner. You would have caught me in stall number three. Darn, I bet I forgot to flush. Sorry Joe." I laughed, my low throaty laugh. My voice is lower than most girls. I can be sexy soft, or very loud. "That is ok, Sara." He said. "I am used to that. You ladies are not the tidiest people I ever knew, but you sure can play basketball. I appreciate being assistant manager. I have always thought you and Kara had a lot to do with that. Thank you. You and Kara are awesome." "Thank you Joe, I hope you still think so after you go in there!" Oh, I can't wait until I see the video, I thought. Never have I looked forward to seeing one anymore than I looked forward to seeing this one. I smiled again as I walked away. Joe had went inside. He did not even wait to see me and my gorgeous ass walk away. I guess there was something else from me he wanted to look at! Kara and I came back to school. The gym was always open until 10:00 Either boys and girls had practice every night except Saturday and Sunday. The boys state championships were one week later than ours. They were practicing. We would leave tomorrow for state. We went straight to the camera. We rewound the tape while still in the locker room. The place was so clean and tidy. Maybe Kara and I would help the girls get another slave, or I mean assistant manager next year. If he knew what was going to happen to this one he probably would not be interested! We were so excited. Sure enough it shows Joe as he opened the door. We giggled, it was obvious by his expression that there was an unmpleasant odor! He looked in the commode a few seconds. He put his hand to his belt. He unfasten it and zipped down his pants. He let them fall around his knees. His shorts were down in a flash. His dick sprung out. He had a hard on already. We joked about him jacking off so much in the toilet that every time he smelled shit he got a hard on! He dropped to his knees and started jacking off. As he jacked off, he slowly lowered his head to the toilet. Both of us were fingering ourselves. Watching Joe was making us so hot. The camera picked up his moaning sounds. He pushed his head farther into the toilet. My gosh his whole head was in it. His face had to be near my shit. Darn we could not see if he was actually eating it. Oh I hoped he was. He stayed in that position until he got his rocks off. He raised up and put his clothes back up. His face was still facing the floor. I wish we could have mounted a camera to pick up that angle. Not possible though. Maybe we should have had mirror tiles in this floor! His head started to raise!.....He turned his head towards the door away from the camera. We still could not see his face. He walked out of the stall and over towards the sinks. We could hear water running and........the unmistakable sound of gargling. Why would he be gargling if he had not taken at least one bite? We thought that was all that was on the tape of any value but, he came back in the stall, bent over and put his head in the commode and took a deep breath and held it. How does he do that! The stench had to be awful that close to my shit and in a confined area like the commode. It is bad enough in the room, but having your head in the toilet, UGHHHHHH! Both of us were wet. We pulled off our panties. We each had a spare pair in our locker. We left ours on the seat of stall number three. Just so he would know they were ours we put our initials on the waist band of our lady jockeys. Joe would find them there when he cleaned again. That would not be until we returned from the games at state. The cum would be very stale but unless I miss my guess, Joe will still enjoy them. With every action he draws closer to his ocean of misery. Kara and I will enjoy him tremendously! An Ocean of Misery
Chapter Two
I lay in bed thinking of all the things I wanted to do to Joe.
Believe me there are a lot! My standing on his hand was
nothing. Just a little treat of things to come. He did not
know that. If he had, he would have run for the hills, I think.
One can never be certain where men are concerned. Some have
this, I want to worship a Goddess, complex. I know Joe has
it, evidenced by his head in the toilet, among other totally
reprehensible acts he has committed. I do not know how
ingrained in his psyche it is. The guy is not sane! Who cares
though. We will use him up and discard him like the nothing
he is. He will have his summer on the open seas, then it is,
goodby Joe.
We boarded the bus and left for the state final four. It was
great. The whole school let out. Many saw us off. Some
followed us and many others made their own way to the capitol
city just to watch us win the state championship. We won third
last year without a senior on the squad. Kara and I have
improved a lot. A couple others have improved greatly. Donna
is a lot stronger. We are going to kill them just like we have
killed everyone all year. This year, we have our own private
slave. Even Coach Hughes refers to Joe as being our slave
when it is just us girls around. I do not know why we don't
just say it out loud to the whole school. All the students
know it. I can not believe that nosey old maid English.
She tried to warn Joe about Kara and I. He told her to bug
off. Joe is almost twenty-one! He knows what he wants. He is
having the time of his life. He is the only male on this bus!
Even the bus driver is female.
The state capitol is almost four hours away. We stopped at a
McDonalds for lunch. We gave Coach Hughes our orders. She
turned them in and paid for them. Joe had a copy of our orders.
He brought our food to us. He also got refills for us. I
think he was disappointed because he could not clean the toilet
after all of us used it! I think he is in to cleaning women's
toilets!
We won our first game that night. I had eight assist. One down
and one to go. When we got back to the rooms we celebrated a little.
Coach Hughes had got a separate room for Joe. About 10:00, I
looked at Kara, she looked at me. I think we got the same idea
at the same time. We do that a lot. We sneaked out and went to
Joe's room. I knocked on his door. No answer. I knocked
louder. I heard a voice say. "Who is it?"
"Sara and Kara, let us in." That did not take long. The door
opened and there stood a very surprised Joe.
Kara asked him, "Joe have you ever hooked up with a girl?"
Both of us pushed him aside and went in. We were horny and
Joe spelled relief. We had a big game tomorrow night and
We were going to get ate out just a little tonight. We had
big plans for Joe tomorrow night. We would celebrate. Joe
would be the entertainment.
"No, but I want to," Joe said.
I like honesty. It is especially desirable in a nobody,... to
a point.
"I will put this on you." I told him as I pulled a scarf I tied
in my hair for practice. I put in around his head blindfolding
him. He complained but I told him he could not see us naked
until we were ready for him to. It was a priviledge he would
have to earn. At a high price too. We were modest, and proper
young ladies. He was about to be rewarded for all the thoughtful
things he had done for the Lady Dragon Fires.
We quickly undressed. Both of us laid on the bed side by side.
Our asses rested on pillows. We had Joe on his knees. He looked
so useful in that position. Kara slid down the bed and placed her
legs over Joe's shoulders. We had to instruct him on how to do
so much. It subtracted from our pleasure a lot. He was better
with me but he had a lot to learn about cunninlingus. I thought
about just using him for a toilet. I do not think he will ever
be any good at eating pussy. His tongue is to short and will
not roll. We will certainly have all the skin cut from under his
tongue. If he swallows his tongue and chokes to death we will
spend the summer without a summer boy. I know that may sound like
a cruel thought by me. Ask me if I care. Kara and I so deserved
a guy to use and abuse for our pleasure on our cruises. We must
have more tongue than he can give now. He is so limited.
This use of Joe will removes all of the stress of school and
the big game tomorrow night. Just thinking of some of the things
I will do to this pathetic excuse for a human is making me cum
more than his mouth and tongue are capable of enducing. If I
could just sink my nails and teeth in him. I would love to put
my feet in his stomach and push as hard as I could to feel his
shin cut in the path of my toe nails. I would like to tell him
to raise his head then backhand him as hard as I could with all
my rings on my fingers. Seeing the tears flow from his eyes
would make my orgasm more intense. Then I would place my pussy
over his eyes, make him open his eyes to receive my hot cum.
Grab his cock and pull it off if he did not leave his eyes open
and permit my heavenly jucies access to all of his eye. After
it is there for awhile I would piss in his eyes to wash out the
cum. Joe will receive that and a whole lot more this summer,
including the pubic hair treatment. Ohhh, he is doing much better
now. He has found my clit and is licking it very fast.
"Joe, that is sooo good." I moaned as I reached orgasm in his mouth,
I squeezed his ugly face so hard. I wish he could see the look of
my superiorty as I moved my thighes on his face. I could resist
no longer, even though I knew it would leave marks on him. My nails
went to his back and I raked up hard. My nails are short but very
strong. He would have marks there for a long time. I gave one last
moan and released his face. He was gasping for breath. I almost
suffocated the worthless shit face. While he was gasping for air
Kara squatted above his face and cut the cheese. Boy did that stink.
You should have heard him cough and splutter as the methane gas
entered his lungs. Both of us laughted at him. The ass hole did not
even protest. Plus the bulge in his pants grew. See, I said he had
masturbated so much in our gym toilet that every time he smelled shit
he got a hard on!
"Come here," I told him as I grabbed his hand.
"Don't touch that blindfold panty eater!" Kara told him as we
led him to the bathroom. We started removing his clothes. He
said a few protest words, but not very strongly. Maybe the stupid
ass hole thinks we were going to fuck him. We are, but not like
he thinks.
"Get in the tub and lay face down. Your back is cut pretty deep
and we know just what it needs. If you move, you will get no more
of our panties, none of the other team members panties either."
Kara told him.
I chided in with, "I won't leave you anything in stall number three
either. I know how you enjoyed that little gift from me."
He started to speak.
"Don't bother with any explanations, we have it all on video, we
know everything." Kara said laughing. "If you move or remove Sara's
scarf before we leave we will show everyone in school our toilet
stall number three movie staring, Shit Face Joe.
That was just to funny. I could hardly clime up on the edge of
the bathtub. I got a foot on either side of the bathtub. I cut
lose and pissed all over his back. Piss is good for a wound you
know. He protested a little but Kara was watching his mouth.
As my piss ran off of him into the drain his tongue was out licking
it. This guy wants to drink my piss. Well, he will get to, in
spades!
When I finished pissing on the twerp Kara did the same thing. She
was right. He began lapping her piss as soon as it ran off of his
back and got near his mouth. He is so sick. This guy is weird with
a capital W!
We put our clothes on and left. Neither of us said anything to him.
Who wants to talk to a sicko. I bet he sucks on my scarf which became
saturated with our pee. He probably licked the tub clean after we
left. I am beginning to think he is to sick to be our summer boy.
I mentioned my thoughts to Kara. She laughted and said.
"Don't be silly, Sara. He is exactly what we want. He will do all
that sick stuff willingly from the beginning. I bet he would serve
us any way we wanted right now."
I doubt that, she was just making a point about how good he would be
this summer. If I did to him now what I will do this summer he would
run, parole or no. He is crazy, worthless, and weird but he is not
stupid. He has a life preservation wish that all people are born
with. He does not want to commit sideways! When we are almost
through with him, well.....that is different.
I slept beautifully. Kara said she did too. I needed what Joe provided.
I wish all the girls could have used the, "Joe Stress Reliever"!
There is a lot of pressure playing for a state championship. Joe
certainly relieved a lot of stress for us last night. It cost him
nothing. We do not think less of him, how could we? We already knew he
was the lowest thing on earth. We enjoyed using him though.
At breakfast we met Coach Hughes. She told us she knew we visited
Joe's room for a little while. She told us we were eighteen and
adults. She hoped we did nothing foolish. I told her what we did
she sounded amazed at first. But maybe she was amazed that we would
do that to him. She smiled with a forlorn look, then said.
"You ladies are smarter than I gave you credit for. Maybe after
school is out I will teach him a few things about serving women."
We were surprised at that. But if one gives it thought, she has
to have femdom tendencies to accept Joe as a locker slave for all
of us girls. She encouraged him to be our, "assistant manager".
Call it what you want, Joe was our slave. She encouraged all of
the girls to allow Joe to be our slave. Everyone showed him less
respect as the season progressed. He was eating all of our panties.
Everyone knew that. We never mentioned that to Coach Hughes but
she had to know. Why would we start leaving our panties and socks
behind with our uniforms? Surely she caught him doing weird stuff
with our panties and socks. She had more access to the room than
any of us. Well, maybe not more, but as much. She was in there a
lot too, like any good coach. She is an excellent coach. She knew
what was going on about everything else, so she had to know, she
just had to. I bet next years team gets an, "assistant manager",
early in the year! I will have to tell dad to keep an eye out for
slave material, he did so good on this one.
We lost the championship game. I went down with a severely
sprained ankle in the first minute. Joe was the first one on the
court. His eyes held as many tears as mine. The trainer knew
instantly my season was over. Joe helped me off the court. I
let him. He was so upset. He attended me in everyway. Well
everyway allowable on the court in public. I could have certainly
used a pee toilet. I needed to go badly after being hurt so much.
I let him carry me to the locker room. He could not go inside.
The trainer helped me, female of course.
I was wrapped and iced. The trainer said it was not serious and
that I would be ok in a few days. That did nothing for me now.
Who cares about next week. This is my last high school game. I
went back out on crutches the university provided. I sat on the
bench and watched us lose by 3 points. I was devastated. Never
have I been so sad. If I could have played only a quarter we would
have won. Donna made a desperation attempt that would have sent the
game into overtime. It bounced off the rim. If I had been in the
game we would have beat them by 10-15 points. Everyone said so.
All of us girls cried and cried. We did not celebrate. Coach Hughes
did her best to cheer us up, especially me. She said I was to hard
on myself. Joe stayed on all fours the whole trip back so I could
rest my leg on his back. Now was he a good slave or what?
When we got back home Joe stayed on all fours and gave me a ride
to the door of the bus. My dad met us there and helped me off the
bus. I was being babied, I knew that but it hurt less if I had
help. Joe asked if he could go home with us and help me tomorrow
which was Sunday. Dad agreed and call the foster home where he
stayed. Since my dad was the judge, he could do anything. There
were only two more months of school. I was already looking forward
to our summer cruise. When we got home Joe got on all fours at the
door and carried me inside. I admit it, I liked riding him. If
I could have him all week I would stay home and recuperate. Maybe
I will suggest that to Dad tomorrow. What his little girls want,
his little girls get. It has always been so.
Joe carried me to my room. He asked me if I wanted him to carry me
to the bathroom. I had my own private bath. I told him yes in
the sweetest voice I have ever used to address him. He carried me
in the bathroom and stopped in front of the commode.
"Do you need me for anything, Sara, anything at all?" He asked.
Why not go for it I thought. I know he is beging for it.
"Joe, sitting down on that thing will be hard for me, no place to
put my foot in comfort. You want me to be comfortable, don't you?"
"Yes, that is why I asked to come home with you. I mean it,
anything at all, anything without bounderies. Just ask. I could
refuse you nothing anyway. You are so beautiful, Sara. I want to
do everything I can to make you confortable, all of you."
Now could he have been any more plain about it. He was asking to
be my personal potty. Well wasn't he? I knew I was going to use him.
I wanted to, he wanted me to. Why not?
"Yes Joe, you can do something special for me. You know, like in
the motel when I was peeing on your back. I know you were tasting
my pee. Now I want you to drink all of it. You can sit there and
I will straddle your face."
I sat on the commode, cover down.
"Untie my shoes for me Joe."
He could not wait to comply. He was like totally tuned to my needs.
This was going to be an awesome experience. Never have we ever had
anyone who wanted to do a disgusting, degrading act like this before.
We have always made them.
"That is it Joe." I said as I unfasten my jeans.
"Pull them off Joe."
I held out my legs as he carefully pulled my jeans off. He was
flushed with anticipation or embarrassment, who cared which one.
He looked at me, total worship. He was trying to look only at my
face because he was so embarrassed to look at my crotch, where he
obviously wanted to look. I put my fingers in the waist band of my
panties.
"We have to remove these too, Joe. Help me get them off."
You should have seen him. His hands were shaking as he wiggled
my panties off my ass and down over my legs. His nose was close
enough to smell my crotch. As I helped him by bending my knees
so that he could get the panties over my feet, I spread my thighes.
Joe looked right at my pussy. I bet he had never seen one before.
This one was very beautiful, shaved with lots of black and auburn
bush above my pussy. He was mesmerized. I watched him look at it.
He licked his lips, so help me, he did. I raised up and slipped my
leg over his shoulder. He knelt down as I swung my other leg over
his other shoulder. He certainly had the view he craved now!
I reached for his head as I moved forward to position his mouth
over my pussy. He was so willing. He really and truly wanted
to swallow my piss. I started slowly. I would pee and then stop.
Pee and then stop. I did that a whole lot before I was finished.
He did not let one drop escape. When I finished, he licked my
pussy like it was candy.
"Thank you Goddess Sara," he said.
That was the first time he had addressed me properly. I loved the
sound of it, "Goddess Sara". How sweet it was.
This was not all I had to do. I had to shit. I was sure he had
tasted my shit while he was in stall number three. I could not
see it but his head was so far into the stool, he had to. Why not
I thought. So he says, no, and I show him how pissed (no pun) I
am. I thought about how to go about it. It was to disgusting to
discuss. We are talking about one human, well almost, eating the
shit of another huma....no, Goddess. That is acceptable. :)
I dismounted his face turned around and backed up with my ass.
I lowered my ass. As I did I looked down between my legs. Can
you believe he had tilted his head back AND opened his mouth.
He wanted to, he really wanted to. Ughhhhh, that is so disgusting!
That is horrible. I can understand it when a guy is being forced
and given a ton of pain, but wanting to! Like I would have ever
believe that possible!
I smiled a smug little smile as I lowered my ass hole to his open
mouth.
"Joe, if you put your hands up and make me a seat I will be more
comfortable."
"yes, my Goddess," he said and instantly his hands were on my ass
making a seat for me so I could shit in comfort. This guy is to
much.
"Lick me with the tip of your tongue, Joe." I sweetly commanded.
Instantly I felt the tip of his tongue exploring my rosebud. I
pushed down with my abdominal muscles and out came a fart. I said
nothing, just reached for a bath towel and draped it around my
waist. It really stunk. Must be the bowl of chili I had with
my burger. He gasp a little, no complaints. He was holding my fart
in his lungs! My gosh, he is incredible. I pushed again.
Another fart escaped only to be sucked down Joe's windpipe and
into his lungs where he again held his breath. I smelled nothing
that time. This is the way to take a shit, believe me! I pushed
again. A turd entered his mouth. I waited to give him time to
swallow all of it.
"Are you ready for more, Joe?" I asked him, still sweetly. There
will be time for the tough talk later. Right now this is working
beautifully. I have a very willing toilet.
"Yes, Goddess," he answered.
I gave him more. I pushed a little harder this time. A larger
amount entered his mouth. I heard him gulp as it went down.
That is so repulsive, isn't it? He wanted it, he actually wanted
it. I continued to shit in his mouth and he kept swallowing.
No complaints, no revolt, just dedicated compliance by a guy
who knew his proper place in life. Never have I felt so superior.
I felt like a Goddess, I really did. Joe called me, "His Goddess".
Well I am not his anything. I do believe I am a Goddess though.
Joe has proved that beyond any doubt. I am a Goddess and Joe
is my toilet slave. I am not going to stop using him either.
Joe is being my toilet until he dies. I do not know how long
a guy can be a toilet if he is given antibiotics, stomach medicine,
vitamins, etc. I will know after Joe. That is the road he will
travel. Willingly I believe, if not, I know how to make him. His
live would be shorter if I have to make him though. It will be
better for him to continue as we are. Me enjoying my potty, and
him enjoying, eating and drinking all that comes his way. I will
tell Kara tomorrow. If he wants to serve her in the same way,
great. If not, well I will just use him twice as much. :) I
wonder if I took two big dumps in a fifteen minute period would
he question if I was Sara both times. :) Ohhhhh, I love that tongue.
He licks so tenderly. He worships my ass, I know he does. Kara
and I are identical. he will love her ass too. This pig just
loves to be used. It is great, I love it. So much attention.
His tongue may not be the greatest for eating pussy but it sure
is terrific for licking ass.
"Carry me to bed slave, you can take my panties to inhale but
don't you get any shit on them. That stuff stinks. Not everyone
likes the scent the way you do. Something else slave, don't you
dare brush your teeth, wash your mouth or drink anything until
tomorrow. I will sleep with a warm tingling feeling knowing you
are tasting my shit all night long. Tomorrow I will let you
wash down the residue of my shit in a special way. A delish golden
stream will replace the yucky brown stains in your toilet mouth."
I had to laugh at that one. He had this dejected resigned look.
I have seen it many times when we broke a slave and he realized
his future was written in blood, his! But what happen next I have
never seen. He looked at me and worshipfully said.
"Thank you Goddess for allowing me to care for you and serve you
in this manner. I will always try to insure your life is great.
I will serve you in any and all ways you wish. I am completely
yours for life. Thank you Goddess Sara."
I just looked at him, wrinkled my nose and said, in my haughtiest
voice,
"You stink. Sleep in the bathroom of the guest room tonight.
We will find suitable arrangements for our new toilet slave tomorrow.
Kara and I will love using you as our toilet. I do not think you are
good enough to be the toilet of such beautiful ladies, but, you will
have to do for now. There are a lot of things you will do for us
besides enjoying the fine cusine coming from our bods. If you
are really good, work hard, and serve us well, maybe you will get
cum to swallow. Would you like that shit mouth?"
"Oh yes, Goddess, please I will do anything for your and Goddess
Kara's cum."
"OK, but for now, put these on and go."
I handed him two sets of cuffs and showed him how to fasten his left
wrist to his right ankle and his left ankle to his right wrist. I
pointed toward the door. I watched him slowly crawl out of my bedroom.
As soon as he left I hobble to the door and locked it. He was harmless
in that position, I think any position! Still I wanted my bedroom door
locked with anyone in the house deranged enough to want to be a toilet
for two girls just because they are beautiful.
I laid in my bed, my ankle hurt. Still I stared dreamy eyed at the
ceiling for awhile. The thoughts of tomorrow and the days to come
with Joe, danced in my head and I could not sleep. I have never
experienced this before. This is true worship of one person for
another. Surely he knew he was giving his life to us. One thing
is for sure, we would take it! Boy, would we ever take it. He can't
be the only man in the world like this. If they are out there, daddy
will find them for his two princesses. If there were ever true Goddesses
in the world, Kara and I are. If there never were, then we are the
first. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face in spite of the
pain in my ankle.
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