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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: OH SHIT!
Summary: He takes a job as a toilet slave in the ladies' room at a kink
club.  This story is a sequel to TOILET SLAVE 2.  TOILET SLAVE 2 is a
sequel to TOILET SLAVE.
Keywords: F+/M f/M WF+ BF+ wf WM ws scat cons Fdom Mpov lolita
Language: english

   OH SHIT!  BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Steve was walking across 14th street in New York City early one cool
Saturday evening in October.  Men were standing on street corners handing
out flyers and "exclusive invitations" to bars, clubs, and raves. 
Unfortunately, he was broke.

   He crossed over and walked down a block to a smaller side street and saw
a "help wanted" sign attached to the back of a building.  He looked closer,
and the sign read:

   _TOILET SLAVE WANTED!_

   _WILL SERVE MANY CUSTOMERS._

   _MALE OR FEMALE._

   _BE IN WOMEN'S ROOM, OR MEN'S ROOM, YOUR CHOICE._

   _TO APPLY, GO DOWN STEPS, RING BELL._

   Steve thought back last year to the time he had been a toilet slave to a
pair of black dykes.  He had run an ad on several BDSM newsgroups, and they
had been the first of many women to have answered his ad.  After some back
and forth e-mails, he had flown out to California to spend two weeks as
their toilet slave.  He had even allowed his mistresses to serve him up to
a small number of their lez friends during a Sistah Munch.  After his two
weeks were over, he even ended up moving in with one of those women friends
and didn't return home as planned.

   Tiwuana was the best lover he had ever had, and also the most demanding
lover.  She demanded that he would go down on her during their lovemaking.
She demanded that he would rim her ass on occasion..  She demanded a tongue
bath with a certain regularity.  She would even throw him on his back once
in a blue moon and use his mouth as her toilet -- for old time's sake.  Or
she would sit on his face with her full weight bearing down on his head,
smothering him, and she would tell him that she won't get off until she
comes -- and if he passes out before she comes, then he'll just die of
suffocation.  Since he was still alive, he had managed to satisfy her every
time.

   However, although she was demanding, their relationship wasn't that of
BDSM Master/slave.  She reciprocated with enthusiasm.  She would blow him
every night, several times even.  And when they fucked, there was so much
energy and power between them it was incredible.

   How he missed Tiwuana!  She was a Sanitation Engineer, and she threw
pails of garbage into the back of a truck every day for a living -- and
that's why she shaved her head bald, by the way, it was easier than washing
it several times a day.  Small wonder that she was as strong as a bull.

   He had lived with Tiwuana for about a year, until about two months ago
when she had told him that she had found a new female lover and he was out
of her life.

   So he had returned to New York to look for a job.  However, we all know
what happened in New York at the time, and the national economy had taken a
nose dive, especially in New York.  Steve got kicked out of his rooming
house after he couldn't pay his rent.  Seeing this ad, Steve now he
wondered what it might be like to be used by one woman, after another,
after another.  He thought about it for a moment before he walked down the
five steps to the area below the sidewalk, stepped into the alcove, and up
to the featureless brown steel door.  Underneath all the graffiti, the
words "Edge Play Club" were barely visibly stamped on the steel door.  He
collected his courage and rang the bell.

   A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hard-faced Hispanic
woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top.  "What do
you want?" she asked.

   "Uh, the job?" Steve answered.

   She motioned him into the little room and she closed the door.

   "So you're a toilet slave?"

   "Sure."

   "Have you had toilet training, or have ever been a toilet slave before?"

   "Yeah, last year I served two women for two weeks as a toilet slave."

   "Good enough.  If you're lying, you'll regret it.  Follow me."

   Steve followed her.  He followed her down a hallway, around a corner,
then down another hallway.  Then they took a service elevator down about
two levels.  Then down a short hallway and into a locker room.

   "You want to be in the women's room, or the men's room?"

   "Uhm, I..."

   She let out a huff and asked in a stern voice, "Are you straight, or
gay?"

   "I'm straight!  I guess that means I want to be the women's room!"

   "Yup!" she answered.

   She handed him a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."

   Steve asked, "How much does the job pay to be a toilet slave?"

   She answered, "We don't pay you nothing!  You do it because you want to!
If we paid you it would be like you were a prostitute, and wouldn't be
legal.  This is legal because we don't pay."

   "I don't know.  I need a job!"

   She thought for a moment and said, "It's free room and board while
you're here."

   He also thought for a moment, before answering, "Well, maybe." He then
looked the form over.  The lighting was poor and there was no chair or
table to sit at.

   "Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"

   He held it up against the wall and signed it.  She snatched it back and
shoved it in her pocket.  Then she opened a locker.  "Take off your clothes
and put them in here."

   "Uhm, okay."

   She continued to stand there, and he stood there.

   She asked, "What are you waiting for?"

   "Uh, nothing." He removed his clothes and put them in the locker.

   "Now wait here.  Don't go anywhere!"

   She left and he waited there for about five minutes.  She returned,
followed by a very relieved-looking naked guy.  "Wait there, I'll get your
stuff in a minute," she told that other guy.

   She walked over to Steve carrying a small case and said, "Sit down."

   Steve sat and ahs opened the case, removing a hypodermic needle.

   "Hey!" said Steve, "I'm not into drugs!"

   "Shut up for a minute!  This is a vaccine for hepatitis."

   "Hepatitis?"

   "Yes, the vaccine is really a series of shots over several weeks.  This
is your first."

   He wondered why she would bother giving him the vaccine if it would
require a series of shots.  He meant to ask, but then she dabbed some
alcohol on Steve's arm and jabbed the needle into him.

   After administering the vaccine, she stood and said, "Follow me."

   Steve followed her again into an adjoining room.  He gasped at the
sight. Along each of the two opposite walls were other toilet-slaves.  They
were all naked people laying on their backs on narrow padded benches, slid
into the walls up to their shoulders.  They were nearly all men, but there
were a couple of women.  Looking closely, he saw that there was a hole in
each bench under each person's ass.  Each one had a pail underneath their
bench's hole.  The men each had a short capped section of PVC pipe stuck
over their dicks with another long section at a 45-degree angle dropping
down between their legs.  The women just had a straight pipe with a
funnel-like thing pressed between their legs.  They were all strapped and
shackled down by their wrists and ankles.

   She pointed to an empty bench that was pulled away from the wall.  The
padding under the head area was thicker and contoured.

   "Uhm, I'm not sure about this?"

   "Just lie down and don't give me a hard time!"

   Steve sat on the bench and lay down with his head in the contoured area.
She bent over and shackled his wrists and ankles.  Then placed several
belts across his chest and belly like the others.  She slid a long piece of
PVC pipe between his legs and placed the 45 degree angled piece over his
dick.  Then she clamped something snugly onto one of his fingers.

   She slid him into the wall headfirst.  There was another woman in the
tiny room his head was now in.  She swung a half box up and over his head.
He was looking up through a hole in the top of the box.  Over the hole, of
course, was a toilet seat, with the seat lowered and flush with his face.
The lid was up.  Obviously, he figured, he was a stall in the women's
restroom.

   She called from inside the room, "Feel this lever?"

   "What lever?" he asked through the wall.

   She grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on a cold metallic lever. 
"Pull it," she commanded.

   He pulled the lever, causing warm water to spay his head and face from
all around under the rim of the seat.  He heard it draining under the back
of his head.  It felt good.

   After that, she left him alone.

   ###

   Over the next five minutes, he heard people enter the restroom outside
his stall.  He heard women's voices out in the restroom, but they seemed to
go into other stalls.  A moment later, another woman came in his stall.

   She said, "You're new, aren't you?"

   He couldn't see her face clearly, since he was looking at her upside
down, but he could tell she was decent looking with frosted brown and
blonde hair, tanned skin, smallish but firm boobs.

   He answered, "Uh, yeah."

   "Well, I'm new too!  This is my second night as waitress here and I have
to take a wicked piss before the club opens, do you mind?"

   "Not at all!  Be my guest!  You'll be my first, uhm, customer tonight!"

   She smiled and turned her back to him.  She lifted her skirt up, and
pulled her pantyhose down.  He tried to get a glimpse of "paradise" as she
held her skirt up and backed her butt up over his head.  He noticed that
her flesh was pure white in the outline of panties.  She lowered herself
slowly, centered her clit directly over his mouth and pressed down.  He
tried to look up at her face, but all he could see through the gap in her
thighs was the inside of the cloth of her skirt draped over her knees.

   Steve was shivering with excitement.  Having been a toilet slave last
year, he knew what to expect.  He stared into the hairy muff of this woman,
a total stranger, sitting on his face about to piss in his mouth.  Her
pubic hair tickled his nose.  It felt like she was sitting on him with all
her weight although he knew that part of her weight was supported by the
toilet seat too.  She quivered slightly when he licked her pussy.  He was
so hard now.  Quite suddenly he felt his mouth start filling with a warm
gritty liquid.  He dick erupted into that PVC pipe at the same time.  Still
he concentrated.  He knew from experience to just hold his breath and let
it flow down his throat without thinking about it.  Otherwise he'd gag and
cough it up through his nose making a real mess.  Her full weight pressing
her cunt against his mouth made a tighter seal than any "excess" can force
itself through.  And he couldn't just hold it in his mouth till she was
done because her bladder could hold more piss than his mouth could.

   After a moment -- too quickly, it seemed -- she stopped peeing.  After a
few final "squirts" she stood and pulled her pantyhose back up and smoothed
her skirt.

   She looked down at him and said, "Thank you."

   He was still swallowing her piss and some of that water, and so couldn't
answer before she wiped her twat with some toilet paper and walked out of
the stall.

   He pulled that lever causing the warm water to spray his head and face
once again.

   ###

   He was still quivering with excitement at what had just happened.  _Wow!
I'm really doing this!  I'm really a toilet in a public women's restroom!
But what will it be like what it gets really busy?_

   He was laying there for a while and he figured it must be getting close
to opening time.  He could now hear a din as people, presumably, were
entering the club.  So far, no one else except that waitress had come into
the restroom.

   About ten minutes later he heard someone enter and go into one of the
other stalls.  He heard some shuffling then silence.  A few moments later
he heard some farting sounds, followed by feminine grunting noises and more
silence.  Then after about a minute, he heard more shuffling and heard
someone leaving the restroom.

   No one came in for a while after that.  One of the other guys made a
loud remark that the ladies have to start getting drunk before more of them
will use the toilet slaves in the ladies room.  But after a bit of a wait,
he heard the door creak open and the sound of several women walking in. 
They entered a couple of stalls to do their duty.  A moment later, a woman
entered his stall.

   She closed the door.  Looking up at her, like the waitress, he got a
good view of her crotch and nostrils, but not much else.  As he looked up
at her, he noticed that she was avoiding his eye contact.  She pulled her
jeans and panties down and settled down on him.  She had a black birthmark
the size of a quarter on her left butt cheek -- or was it her right cheek?
It was hard to tell from this angle.  Either way, it stood out boldly
against the pure white flesh of her ass.  Other than that, he didn't get
more than a split second to observe her anatomy.

   A second or two later, he felt that same warm gritty liquid fill his
mouth.  The second time, he had prepared himself for the experience better
and it flowed down his throat without as much an urge to gag as before. 
Finished, she stood up, wiped her pussy with some toilet paper, pulled her
jeans back up, and left without a word.

   ###

   Being early, it was relatively slow, and the restroom wasn't very busy
yet.  No one came to him again for another half-hour.  But when he was
visited again, it was by a tall shapely black woman.  She wordlessly pulled
her jeans and panties down and took a seat on his face.  He couldn't help
but notice how striking her bright pink slit stood out against her dark
black skin as she was lowering herself onto him.

   Like before, he got a mouthful of warm gritty fluid.  Again, she stood,
wiped her pussy with a wad of toilet paper, pulled up her jeans, and left.

   ###

   Some time later, a rather plain looking girl came into his stall.  She
was wearing some kind of tan pants and a halter-top.  She took her pants
and panties completely off and hung them on the hook on the door.

   She took a seat like those before, and he dutifully swallowed her pee.
But then she slid forward, higher on his face.  Because of this, is nose
was pushed deep into her pussy and he couldn't breathe.  He suddenly
realized what was over his mouth -- her asshole!  He could feel her anus
puckering against his lips as she squirmed as though trying to push at
something.  A moment later, he sensed a dull whoosh and he felt a slight
warmth accompanied by a sudden increase of pressure in his mouth.  He could
tell from the wicked smell that it was a hot one!

   He heard her grunt.  He felt her anus quiver again.  He knew what was
about to happen.  Well, he had expected it.  Her anus puckered again
momentarily, then relaxed.  He heard her moan.  Her anus puckered really
big and, in an instant, his mouth had filled with a lumpy sticky mass.

   By now, his lungs were screaming to exhale.  Her anus puckered again,
and more lumpy substance filled his mouth.

   His lungs were in pain, and he swallowed a little of it, then a little
more.  It was difficult to swallow while holding his breath.  She seemed to
just sit on him for an eternity before her anus puckered yet again filling
his mouth to capacity.

   Several moments passed, and then she stood.  He nearly spit her shit out
of his mouth as his breath rushed out of his nose.  Also, shitty liquid
immediately started running out the sides of his mouth and down his cheeks
into his ears and hair.  He caught his breath and then swallowed just in
time before spitting any turds out.  He looked up just as she finished
wiping her ass with a wad of toilet paper and tossed the shitty wad into a
trash bin in the wall.

   ###

   While he was swallowing gasping for breath, another woman had entered.
He hardly noticed.  He had just finished swallowing the last lump of shit
when he got another mouthful of pussy.

   Fortunately, she only peed.  She finished quickly, and left as quickly.
He didn't even notice anything about her except that she pulled up a pair
of jeans before she walked out.  At least she washed away the taste of the
previous woman's shit.

   ###

   As he was laying there, feeling ill.  He was visited yet again.  She
appeared to be a short Hispanic girl.  She peeled out of her ultra tight
white spandex knee-high shorts that had risen up into her clit and formed
the shape of her anatomy perfectly.  Of course, she wasn't wearing any
underwear; it would spoil the effect.  She slammed herself down on him
hard. As she sat on him, she started rubbing her mound against his face by
sliding up and down on him.  She seemed to be getting off on him!  Once
again, he exploded into his PVC pipe.

   In a minute, she stopped and got down to business.  He drank her piss
without any fuss, and she wiped her pussy and left.

   ###

   A few minutes passed, and then another woman entered.  He nearly jumped
out of his skin when the woman shouted, "Oh my God!"

   He figured this must be a surprise for the women sometimes.  He expected
her to leave, but she closed the door and pulled her pants down and took a
seat.

   Like the others before, she emptied her bladder, which he dutifully
swallowed.  She finished and stood.  Then she sat back down again.  This
time, you guessed it, with her anus over his mouth.

   He steeled himself for his second feeding.  This woman didn't squirm or
strain.  Her asshole puckered out after barely an instant, and his mouth
was immediately filled with sticky goop, as he heard her say "Ahhh!"

   It took him a couple of swallows to get it all down.  Then her asshole
puckered out and he got a second mouthful.

   He swallowed it in small swallows again.  And again, her asshole
puckered, and he got a third mouthful!

   _How much shit is in this bitch?_ he wondered.

   It was a struggle to swallow this third mouthful.  His stomach felt
bloated, and he could hardly swallow another lump.  Still, he forced
himself to swallow lest she give him another assfull while his mouth was
still full of her shit.

   To his relief, she stood, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped her ass,
tossed the paper into the trash, pulled up her pants, then left.

   ###

   After another half-hour and a few more unremarkable women had used him,
a rather cute girl walked into his stall.  She looked at him for a moment
and giggled but didn't say anything.  The jeans and panties come off and
she was on him.  Her pee actually tasted kind of sweet!  While sitting
there, she started chatting with one of her girlfriends in an adjacent
stall.

   "Ariel, I can't believe taking my high school ID picture and pasting on
a color copy of my mom's license, and then laminating it worked here!"

   "Yeah, that's always worked for me everywhere, Meg!  But next year,
aren't they going to raise the drinking age from eighteen to twenty one?"

   "Yeah!  That sucks!"

   "So how do you like high school, anyway?"

   "Oh, it sucks as much as middle school!  But it's a bigger school and
there's way more guys to choose from." The giggling that followed as her
bare ass pressed down on his face sent quivers down his body, causing him
to fill his pipe yet again.

   They continued talking about boys, and who got smashed last night, who
got laid the night before that, and where to go later tonight, and this and
that, yack, yack, yack; all the while sitting on his face.  Even though she
was fairly light, she seemed to be growing heavier and heavier on him as
she sat there chatting away with her friend.

   The conversation seemed to go on and on.  Her, originally light weight,
had become oppressive and he was sweating heavily where her flesh was
pressed against his.  His breathing was strained what with his nose pressed
gently against her muff, but he was able to take slow measured breaths. 
Her pubic hair tickled his nose each time he inhaled.  Time dragged on, and
after a few failed attempts to end the conversation, it finally came to an
end after about 30 minutes later.  She started to get up -- and immediately
sat back down.  After a half-hour of gabbing, she had to pee again!  Her
friend had just left, so she left promptly after emptying her bladder into
him for the second time.

   It just occurred to him that she said she was in first year high -- she
had to be no more than fifteen or sixteen.  _Well,_ he thought, _I'm just
strapped in here helpless.  It was totally her decision to come in here and
use me.  I hope that counts in court!_

   ###

   About fifteen minutes passed and he was visited again.  This time it was
s cute Chinese girl with straight short black hair.  She glanced down and
caught his eye for split second then looked away.  The routine was getting
boring -- she pulled her panties down, lifted her skirt up and very gently
sat on him.  He immediately noticed how light she was!  He realized she
couldn't be as light as she feels so he deduced that she was squatting
partially and not truly sitting.  This was actually pleasant, he thought.

   A moment later his mouth was again filled with the same gritty liquid he
has grown accustomed to.

   She finished, wiped, and again stood to pull up her panties to leave. 
Again he tried to catch her eye.  Their eyes met for a brief moment, but he
merely caught shy smile on her face before she looked away.

   ###

   Another woman came to use him shortly afterward.  But when she lifted
her skirt, dropped her panties, and sat on his face, she didn't pee. 
Instead she said, "Lick my twat and make me come, slave!"

   Steve obliged.  He found her clit and played with it using his tongue.
Then he sucked on it.  He felt her getting tense as if ready to come, so
then he made circles around it with his tongue.  She seemed to reach a
plateau, but he continued working her clit with his tongue.  After what
seemed about five to ten minutes, she started panting, and then she finally
came.  She bounced on his face while her pussy suddenly became so wet she
was dripping into his mouth.  He continued swirling her clit with his
tongue, and occasionally flicking it causing her to bounce on him.

   After a couple of bounces she said, "Okay!  That's enough!" She then
stood, and pulled up her panties.

   "Thanks!" she said, and then left.

   ###

   More women came and went -- mostly white women, but also a surprising
number of Asian women -- Maybe Chinese or Japanese.  There were, of course,
Hispanic women, and the occasional black woman.  He starting to get used to
drinking the different "flavors." He had noticed that Asian, black, and
Hispanic women tasted bitterer than white women did.  He guessed that it
might be due to the spicy food they ate.  He had to pee, himself, and was
glad for the plumbing that was attached to him.  He relieved himself into
that PVC pipe hanging on his dick during this moment between women.

   ###

   The woman who just entered aroused his curiosity.  She seemed to be more
in control of her movements than the previous women were.

   As she positioned herself upon him, he noticed the familiar skirt of a
waitress uniform.  He suddenly realized why she seemed different -- she
wasn't drunk!  Most of the customers, he soon realized, were tipsy at best,
and drunk, stoned, or high at worst.

   Her piss also tasted better, if that's the proper word.  Of course, he
immediately realized he was drinking pretty much "used" alcohol from the
other women.  Perhaps that explained the very slight buzz he had recently
begun to feel.

   She used him in silence and returned to work without a word.

   ###

   His next woman appeared to be somewhat plump.  She removed her dress
over her head and hung it on the hook.  She then pulled down her panties.
He suddenly realized that she wasn't fat -- she was pregnant!  She had a
difficult time turning around to sit on him.  When she did, he felt her
weight more so than anyone prior as her hip bones seemed to dig into his
temples.  She must have weighed about 200 pounds!  He hoped she would be
quick about it.

   As he had hoped, she was done quickly, but she seemed to have decided to
just sit for a while working up the strength to stand again.  She sat on
him for about five minutes before deciding to make the effort to lift
herself up again and leave.  He watched as she struggled back into her
clothes.  His heart nearly skipped a beat when she almost fell backwards
onto him as she nearly lost her balance trying to get dressed.

   ###

   Next a punk girl came to him to the sound of chains dangling.  She was
wearing all black leather covered with spikes and rivets.  Yikes!  Her hair
was spiked and dyed green and orange.  Her lips and nails were solid black.
She pulled her black leather pants and undies down and took a seat.  Even
her muff hair was black.  He got a glimpse of two or three small golden
rings piercing her clit and pussy before she settled her weight on him. 
She filled his mouth promptly, then stood, pulled her pants back up and
left.

   ###

   The hours and the women passed.  After having drunk several quarts of
piss from countless unknown women, not to mention about a half pound of
shit from one, he had lost count of the number of women who had used him.
Thankfully, he only had to eat shit that one time.  He thought back to a
couple of woman ago of one who had shit smeared all over her asshole, and
her pubic hair smelled of stale piss, and her entire crotch reeked of BO.
Somehow, he had endured the experience.  Most of the women who had used him
had been clean and free of really foul taste.

   ###

   He gathered that it was around midnight and the place had become busier.
No sooner had the last woman to use him left, than another entered.

   She was a black woman this time.  Her braided hair swung out as she
turned her back to him.  She was wearing a tight fitting bright red
jumpsuit that took her a few moments to extract herself from.  She then
removed her panties and hung them along with the jumpsuit on the door hook.
Having removed her jumpsuit, she was totally naked.  She carefully sat
herself down on him.  He suddenly experienced the dread that he felt
earlier.  She had positioned her anus over his mouth with his nose up hr
pussy.  She was squirming while he felt her asshole pulsating.  _Please,_
he thought to himself, _not again!_

   He felt a vibration in his jaw as he sensed a dull pbthpbthpbthpbth. 
His tongue located a few tiny bits of shit on the roof of his mouth.  At
least this time, he was prepared better.  A second later her asshole opened
wide and a continuous flood of foul sticky goo flowed forcefully into his
mouth.  He gulped it down as fast as it gushed out her asshole.  The
floodgates eventually stopped, and then she grunted out one last chunk.

   To his relief, she slid backwards a small bit, uncovering his nose.  He
breathed out and resumed breathing slowly, with his nose pressed lightly
against her crotch.  She had positioned her clit over his mouth to finish
her duty by taking a leak.  As she sat there for a while before doing
anything, she opened and closed her legs a few times.  With each brief open
movement, he looked straight up at her.  He didn't see much except for the
undersides of her breasts.  Her nipples were slightly blacker than the
surrounding black skin, and they were pointed down and outward.  He could
see the bottom of her chin between her cleavage.  She seemed to be lost in
some sort of daydream.

   After about two or three minutes of just sitting there, she suddenly
clamped her legs together and he felt his mouth fill with more warm tangy
liquid.  And her piss washed most of the taste of her shit away.

   After a moment, she stood up.  She grabbed a wad of toilet paper from
the roll, wiped her ass, and tossed the wad into the trash bin on the wall.
Then she left.

   ###

   Steve was laying there between women, when he felt movement against that
pipe over his dick.  It was lifted off, then he felt someone sit on his
lap. He had had a hard-on nearly the whole night, and whomever it was
lifted up and he felt his dick plunged into a pussy as she sat on it.  He
tried to reach up and cop a feel, but his hands were shackled down.  At
that moment, a woman came into his stall, dropped her jeans, and took a
seat.  At the same time, the woman sitting on his lap started rocking back
and forth, pumping his dick.  The woman on his face started to pee the same
moment he exploded into that other woman's pussy.  He almost forgot to
swallow, when his mouth got nearly full, leaving him to gulp piss while
coming.  The one woman got off his face, wiped with a wad of toilet paper,
pulled her jeans up and left, leaving him to swallow and to catch his
breath.  Then, spent, his dick lost its hard-on, and the woman on his lap
lifted herself off and replaced the pipe on his dick.  _Wow!_ was all he
could think for the next few minutes.

   ###

   As the night progressed, it seemed that the wild ones started to haunt
the bar.  As he lay there, into his stall walked this unkempt looking young
woman.  She dropped her baggy jeans on the floor.  She wasn't wearing any
underwear either.  However there was a string dangling from her pussy. 
_That's odd,_ he thought.  While straddling his face, she reached down,
pulled the string out, followed by a bloody tampon.  As she continued to
straddle his head, something like a warm raindrop fell on his forehead. 
Then another dripped on to the side of his nose.  He was able to see the
tip of his nose covered by a red splotch.  Looking straight up, he saw her
bloody pussy come down onto his mouth.  Before he got a chance to mutter,
"Please, don't!" she was upon him.  She promptly emptied her bladder into
his mouth, but she remained seated.  He felt a think syrupy fluid very
slowly seeping into his mouth.  _Oh gross!_ He realized she's just sitting
there letting herself bleed into his mouth.  It occurred to him that this
was what women must mean by a heavy flow.  When a small puddle of her blood
had collected at rear of his mouth, he realized that she was still making
no motion to stand and he was going to have to swallow it in order to
breathe again.

   After about fifteen minutes, she stood up and, while hovering over his
face yet again, she inserted a fresh tampon pad into her slit.  He could
see her blood smeared all over her muff and thighs.  He could also feel it
smeared all over his face.  He realized that he had swallowed a good amount
of her blood as he lay there feeling queasy.

   ###

   A few minutes later, he heard someone else walk in, or, rather, stagger
in.  She, unfortunately, found his stall unoccupied and fell into it.  She
looked completely wasted.  She didn't hesitate to tear her jeans and
panties off and plops down on him hard.  No sooner did he recover from the
pain did he feel a warm sensation flowing down his left cheek and a burning
feeling in his left eye.  Fortunately, it didn't last long.  She was off
him as fast as she came and was gone from his stall in a flash - probably
to get another drink.

   ###

   Another woman came to use him in due time.  She lifted her skirt and,
not wearing any panties, sat.  She peed without much fuss and then stood to
leave.  However, his stomach was full, he felt like he couldn't swallow
another drop.

   "Wait," Steve said to her.

   She looked down and said, "What?"

   "Please tell someone that I want to be let out now."

   "Ask who?" she asked.

   "I don't know -- a bartender -- a waitress -- anybody!  Please!"

   "Okay.  I'll tell someone."

   "Thanks."

   Then she left.

   ###

   Another woman came in.  She was tall and slender, but not very curvy. 
She was very attractive, but more what he would call "handsome" than
beautiful.  As usual, she dropped her jeans and removed her panties.  He
made sure there was no blood in sight!  She sat on him gingerly gradually
setting her full weight upon him.  After draining her bladder into him, he
thought she was trying to stand up, but she only shifted position.

   He guessed it -- he was about to get another taste of sticky goo.  She
didn't hesitate either.  As soon as she had positioned herself, her anus
opened wide as she gave out a grunt and he got a mouthful.  Luckily, she
didn't push it out in one long flow like the previous woman.  She pushed
out a couple of chunks and stopped.  As he swallowed them, he noticed they
aren't as soft and squishy as the two earlier women.  They were more hard
and chewy.  After a pause, she pushed a few more chunks out.  Then another
pause, then more chunks.  After a final pause, she stood up, wiped her ass,
pulled up her jeans and left.

   ###

   Still later, someone staggered into his stall again.  Oh, shit!  It was
that same drunken girl who missed his mouth before.  This time her aim was
better and she landed on target.  Her piss tasted like alcohol!  When she
finished, she didn't get up to leave.  Instead, she leaned back against the
wall and started mumbling.  Some time later, her mumbling turned into
snoring.  As she dozed, her pelvis gradually slid higher up on his face. 
Her muff had covered his nose, and he could no longer breathe!  With about
100 pounds of drunken femininity pressing down on his mouth, he couldn't
call out for help.

   ###

   He suddenly felt something cold splashing on his face.  That Hispanic
woman who set him up was standing over him, slapping his face with a wet
facecloth.

   "What happened?" Steve asked.

   "Your blood-oxygen alarm went off.  A customer fell asleep on you and
you passed out.  You'll be fine."

   She started to leave.

   "Wait!" Steve called out.  "Let me out now, okay?"

   "I can't let you out."

   "Why not?"

   "It's not up to me."

   "Who's it up to then?"

   "I don't know.  But the rules are that I can't let you out."

   She started to walk out again.

   "Wait!  Who made the rules?  Who's in charge?"

   She ignored him and left.

   _"Bitch!"_ he muttered.

   ###

   No one came to let him out.  A few more women had even come and gone. 
But at least he hadn't had to eat any more shit.

   Then he heard a commotion outside.  A man wearing a suit and tie walked
into his stall.

   "What's this I hear you're harassing the customers?"

   "I'm not harassing anyone!  I just want to be let out, okay?"

   "You're going to finish your shift.  If you don't like the women, you'll
be moved to the men's room!  Understand?"

   "What?  The men's room!"

   "Yeah!  Let me give you a sample!"

   The manager unzipped his pants and Steve was suddenly staring up at the
guy's cock throbbing directly above his face.

   _Oh gross!_ Steve thought.

   "Should I sit and stick it in your mouth, or just pee standing?"

   "Please!  No!  I'm not gay!  Please don't!"

   At that moment, he heard someone call from a distance, "Mr.  Smith. 
You're needed at the bar, there's a problem with the Budweiser tap!  The
customers are complaining!  Come quick!"

   The suit zipped his fly and left the stall.

   _Phew!_

   A moment later that waitress came in, the one who first used him to pee
that night.

   "Hey," she whispered, "Don't piss off Mr.  Smith!  He can be real
bastard when he's mad!  Okay?"

   "Sure, but how can I get out of here?"

   "I don't know.  But if you don't want to suck Smith's dick, just keep it
cool and he'll forget about you."

   "Okay."

   "Good, now I got to take a piss again.  I'll go to someone else if you
want me to, but I'd like to use _you_ if you don't mind."

   "I'm flattered!  Okay, you can use me."

   "Thanks!" she said with a smile.

   As she did earlier that evening, she lifted her skirt and dropped her
pantyhose.  She turned and wiggled her butt over his face and sat.

   She emptied her bladder into his mouth for a second time that evening.

   She stood, wiped her cunt with some toilet paper, pulled her pantyhose
up, and smoothed her skirt.  She briefly turned and gave him a wink before
she left.

   ###

   A few women later, he was visited by a tall, fair-skinned redhead in a
sexy dress.  As soon as she lifted her dress, he noticed that she was
completely shaven!  Although the view was short lived as she lowered
herself onto him.

   The sensation was odd.  He had grown accustomed to their pubic hair
tickling his nose, and its absence felt weird.

   Still, she peed just like every other woman.  After she finished, she
sat on him for a moment seemingly collecting her thoughts.  She then stood,
wiped, pulled her pantyhose back on, and left like all the others.

   ###

   Steve felt that it must be really late.  Maybe around 2:00 AM, though
there was no way to tell.  If so, there was only about two more hours left
until closing time.  He heard a couple of women walk in.  One took the
stall right next to him; while this short little wild bomb -- you know the
type -- walked into his and immediately pulled down her short-shorts then
plopped her sweet little pair of cheeks right down before he had a chance
to gasp.  Yes, he guessed it -- he was about to eat more shit.  As she sat
on him, he sensed her anus puckering as she squirmed trying to push it out.
He was used to this now.  As he waited for that first nauseating taste
sensation, he noticed a familiar odor followed by that sticky feeling he
knew so well -- oozing out from her pussy onto his forehead into his hair,
and dribbling down his cheeks into his ears.

   He heard her talking to the girl in the next stall, "Ya' know, Jenna, I
just met this really rad guy!  Tch, he just fucked me out in his van a
second ago, ya' know!  He's just soooo cute, ya' know, tch, but I just
don't know how I'm gonna dump Johnny, he knows where to get the good
stuff..." Her latest conquest's cum was now dribbling up his nose.

   _Oh man!  I'm going to be sick this time!  I just know it!_

   Being that his head was pinned beneath her 90 pounds of tush and the
rest of him was shackled and strapped down onto that bench, he was stuck
for as long as she felt like taking.  And women, as he had recently
learned, like to take their time, especially when they're chatting with
their girlfriends!  Her anus had just opened up big and she let out a loud
grunt, as she exploded into his mouth.

   She filled his mouth several times over as he struggled to keep up with
her output.

   ###

   Then some woman staggered into his stall wearing black corduroy jeans
and a bikini top over firm pointy boobs.  _Wow!  What a view._ Yet, she
nearly fell down as she tried to keep her balance.  Unfortunately, the view
was better than what followed.  She kneeled, staring down at Steve
upside-down.  Then, a bare moment later, she opened her mouth wide and
puked right on Steve's face.

   The intense puke-stench of her vomit was too gross for Jack's stomach to
take.  He immediately puked up, himself, all over his own face.

   She, however, wasn't finished.  Barely a moment later, she vomited
again.

   She breathed heavily for about a minute before she said, "Oh Man!  I'm
sorry, guy.  I just had to run to the nearest bathroom to puke.  Please. 
I'm sorry."

   Before he could answer, she wiped her mouth with her arm and staggered
out of the bathroom.

   Steve pulled that lever at least ten times in a row after she left.

   ###

   He had been peeing into the pipe more and more frequently as the night
drove on.  He suddenly had to take a dump.  Not surprising, since he had
consumed several ass-loads of shit from several different women during the
night.  He just let it out through that hole in the bench, into the pail
beneath his ass.  He had to do quite a load, and he was thankful that no
one was using him at that moment.

   ###

   He continued to be used by woman after woman as the night dragged on. 
Eventually, though, the lights blinked a few times.

   _Yes!  Closing time!_

   The din outside died down and the club gradually became dead quiet. 
After a time, he heard some women enter the restroom, rattling about and
chatting.

   That Hispanic woman was back again.  This time, she had a mop and bucket
and had started washing the floor around him.  She opened the box
containing his head and hosed his head, face, and hair with warm soapy
water.  Then she rinsed him off with warm water from another small hose.

   Steve asked, "Aren't you going to let me out now that the club is
closing?"

   "Didn't you read the contract?"

   She wiped his face dry with another cloth and closed the box over his
head again.  Then she sat down with her ass pressed against the lid with
his face between her spread legs.  Her stockings felt scratchy against his
cheeks.

   Looking down at his face between her open legs, she started, "Look,
here's how it works."

   "Yeah, how does it work?"

   "Just shut up and listen!  The next guy who answers the ad by the door
replaces the guy who's been on here the longest.  Then the next guy
replaces the guy who's been here the longest.  So on, and so on."

   "So how long do I have to wait to be replaced?"

   "How do I know?  That's how it works."

   Steve persisted, "Well, usually how long?"

   "Well look.  There are eight guys in all -- well, six guys and two
women."

   "Yeah, I noticed the women when I started.  So there really are women
who want to be toilet slaves?"

   "Yup!  How a woman can do this, I don't know.  Surprised the hell out of
me the first time a woman came to the door.  Causes all kinds of problems
too because all the men want to do is go to the men's room to use the
woman."

   "Yeah, I bet!  So how often do you replace them with new guys, or girls,
as the case may be?"

   "I told you!  Didn't you listen?  Whenever someone knocks on the door,
he replaces whoever's been here the longest!"

   "Well, how often does that happen?"

   "How the hell do I know?  I don't exactly keep track!  Maybe once a
week, or so.  Sometimes we get two guys together, sometimes weeks go by
without any takers."

   "So the average is one guy gets replaced a week?"

   "Maybe.  I think it's something like that."

   "So there's eight toilet slaves, and you replace about one each week, so
I have to wait about eight weeks to get out?"

   "I guess so.  That sounds about right.  But we get more gay guys than
straight guys, so the men's room turns over faster than the women's room."

   "Oh, so it's not exactly whoever's been the longest?"

   "Well, not really.  If we get a guy wants to be a toilet in the men's
room, he'll replace whoever's been in the men's room the longest."

   "So I'm going to be here _at least_ eight weeks.  Probably longer. 
Right?"

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "I can't eat shit for eight weeks!  You got to let me out!  It was great
to do it this once, you know, for the thrill.  But I can't stay here for
weeks and weeks."

   "Tough shit!"

   "But why?  Come on, can't you let me out?"

   "Look, it ain't so bad.  Friday and Saturday nights are pretty busy. 
You started on the busiest night, but the rest of the week isn't so bad. 
And the club is closed Sunday and Tuesday, so you get a break on those two
days."

   "Wonderful!  So when do you feed me?"

   "Feed you?  Now you want to be fed!  You've been eating all night!"

   "Yeah, I've been eating -- eating shit!  You'll feed me real food won't
you?"

   "Actually, I almost forgot.  Here, take these pills." She stood up,
reached into her cart, opened a bottle, and dropped a pill into his mouth.
Then she opened another bottle, and dropped a second pill into his mouth.

   "Mmmph, what's this?"

   "One's a multi-vitamin pill, and the other's an antibiotic." She sat
back down.

   "But I'll starve!  I can't live off women's shit and vitamin pills.  You
got to give me real food!  Please!"

   "Sorry to break the news to you, but the human digestive tract isn't
very efficient."

   "So?"

   "So, there's plenty of food value in what you get from the customers."

   "That can't be true!"

   "Yeah, it is!  If anything, our toilet slaves _gain_ weight during their
stay with us, because they eat well and they don't do any physical work. 
So that's why that's the only 'food' you're getting.  Now, it's late, I'm
beat, and I'm going home to my boyfriend and get laid!"

   She stood and walked out of the stall.  A moment later, the lights went
out, plunging him into utter darkness.

   He eventually dozed off to sleep.  The club would open again too soon.

   * END *