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 Author: Hungry Guy and Amara-Rau-Story
Title: THE FANTASY STORY
Summary: Story co-written by Hungry Guy and Amara-Rau-Story.  Celina
seeks a mistress to face-sit and smother her, but the mistress she finds
keeps her permanently against her will, and has other uses in mind that
Celina finds disgusting.
Keywords: FF/F Fpov Fdom Fsub nc slave les D/S rough BD SM humil BF WF
oral ws scat spit BBW caution.
Language: english

   THE FANTASY STORY By Amara-Rau-Story and HungryGuy

   For the last five years, Celina had tried every method she knew to try
and make her fantasies come true.  She posted adult personal ads on Craig's
List, Collar Me and Fet Life, advertising herself as a trample slut, and
answered as many.  Her fantasy was to be smothered for prolonged periods
under the voluptuous ass of a heavy woman who would use her many pounds of
beauty to trample her.  Celina didn't care how nasty the Mistress was
because she wanted to be used and ultimately humiliated.  Over the years,
the few who answered her ad had lost interest in using someone as a mere
object.  Those whose ads Celina answered, likewise, wanted more out of a
D/s relationship than merely to "own" an objectified person.  Just as
Celina was about to give up due to no responses, she received an email via
Collar Me.

   > To: Celina

   > From: Mistress_D

   >

   > Hello slut.  I am responding to your request for a BBW

   > Mistress.  I will allow you the privilege to show me

   > what you have and worship me.  I'm a heavy black female.

   > Reply immediately like a good skank and we will set up

   > a meeting.

   Celina's excitement grew and her heat became wet as she read Mistress
D's email and she viewed the photo attached to the email.  Celina found
herself excited that the Mistress was black.  She appeared taller than
Celina, dark cocoa colored skin, soft brown eyes and very large curves. 
She estimated the woman to be about two hundred fifty pounds.  With
thoughts of what was to be in her future, she responded to the strong
Mistress.



   > To: Mistress_D

   > From: Celina

   >

   > Slut thanks you ever so much for your time and the

   > graces to allow her to pleasure you.  Slut will ask

   > for nothing else other than for you to smother and

   > trample her.

   They exchanged a few more emails about safety and signals, and a meeting
time was agreed upon.  They decided to meet at the Mistress' home as she
commanded that it is her new slut's job to come to her.  So, Celina drove
right over without hesitation.  Pulling into the paved driveway, she found
herself before a large modern McMansion with ornate trim.  Stepping out of
her car, Celina and made her way to the double entry door.  She rang the
bell and waited.

   As the door opened, a wave of heat accompanied by the unique smell of
cocoa butter, leather and spiciness filled her nostrils.  In front of her
stood a black woman in a blue silk blouse and tight fitted dark jeans. 
Mistress D gestured Celina inside with a sinister grin.

   Celina stood motionless in the large entry foyer motionless, not even
moving her eyes from the floor inches from Mistress D's feet, not wanting
to give the wrong impression.  The dominant female gazed at her, looking
her over and in an instant, she snapped her fingers.  Almost as if
possessed by that snap, Celina dropped to her knees and knelt at Mistress
D's feet.  She let out a cackling laugh and said, "Well, quite the
submissive bitch, aren't you?"

   "Yes Mistress," said Celina in a soft tone.

   "And who told you to speak slut?" the Mistress bellowed as she grabbed
Celina by her hair, jerking her head back.  Celina winced but keeps quiet.
Mistress D released her grip and shoved the girl onto her hands and knees
and pushed her towards the living room.  Quickly, Celina moved by crawling
on her hands and knees.  Once in the living room, she kneeled down near the
couch awaiting further instruction.  "Undress now.  No little slut is
worthy of clothing," said Mistress D.

   Knowing she was not to speak, Celina first pulled off her red dress
shirt up over her head, laid it on the glossy marble floor, then she sat on
the floor and removed her white sneakers, placed them on top of her shirt
and lifted her butt up a few inches to pull her jeans down.  She sat back
down on the cold stone, finished taking her pants off and placed them in
the pile as well.  Once finished undressing, she returned to the kneeling
position.

   "So you want to be smothered by all this?" Mistress D cooed as she ran
her hands up and down her body.  "Speak, slut!"

   "Yes Mistress," said Celina.

   "Well, I am going to let you but know that you deserve no comfort and
you will do as I say when I say.  Follow me."



   Celina followed Mistress D through the large home and into an intimate
room paneled in warm wood and plush carpeting.  "Get on your back in the
middle of the room now!"

   Celina crawled over and laid down, the carpet somewhat itchy against her
bare flesh.  She kept her arms glued to her sides and her legs out
straight. Mistress D smiled happily and pointed with a single word and
finger, "Stay!" and walked out of the room.  Celina stayed still, as she
had no idea if she was being watched or not but her mind raced of what her
Mistress was up to.

   Moments later, Mistress D returned wearing bright red leather stilettos
and carrying a plate full of chicken wings, fries, baked beans and a large
slice of yellow cake.  Celina was confused but said nothing.  Mistress D
placed the full plate next to Celina's head and stood with her feet beside
both of Celina's hips.  Without warning, she stepped onto Celina's crotch,
driving the heel of the stiletto into her clitoral hood.  Celina's body
tensed at the feeling but she tried her best not to make any reaction. 
More pressure was added, the toes of the boot now dug into her pelvic mound
and a small yelp of pain escaped her lips.

   Mistress D laughed and said, "Well you do seem to handle pain fairly
well.  I hope your body can withstand anything I dish out to you.  As you
can see, slut, I brought food with me as it is lunch time and I do not want
to have to get up while I'm sitting on that pretty little face of yours."

   Mistress D walked away from Celina and rolled out a low platform about 6
inches high and as wide, and about 5 feet long.  "Lay on that!" said
Mistress D.

   As Celina did so, Mistress D produced a few lengths of cotton rope.  She
tied Celina's wrists and ankles to eyebolts on the sides of the platform.
She then grabbed the remote for the TV from on top of the coffee table and
straddled Celina's head.  Celina gazed up in amazement as the Mistress' ass
seems to block her view of anything else in the room.  Celina took in a few
long breaths and prepared herself to be smothered.  Not even saying a word,
the Mistress lowered herself onto Celina's face, spreading her cheeks first
and then releasing as Celina's entire face is deep within her ass. 
Mistress D sighed softly and wiggled a little.  She locked her thighs
around Celina's head, turned on the TV and picked up her plate of food to
eat lunch.  Celina could see nothing but darkness and the weight of the
Mistress made it very difficult to breathe.  She could only hear the
muffled sounds of the television and only felt movement from the Mistress
either when she lifted her ass a few inches to let air in or to eat some
more food.  Her pussy made the experience intense with heat through her
pants and the smell a very strong musk, making Celina want to gag a little.
This feeling did not last very long as Mistress D did allow her some fresh
air every 2 minutes.  As time passed, she felt the moisture soak through
the tight pants and yet a firm grip was kept.  Celina's heart raced and she
felt like she would die until the finally, the Mistress rose up and peered
down at her.

   "All right little slut, sit up, take my plate into the kitchen and come
right back," she said as she untied Celina's wrists and ankles and pointed
toward the direction of the kitchen.  Celina was completely out of breath
and struggled to get going but then she remembered she must always be
pleasing so she takes a few long breaths through her nose, takes the plate
and puts it onto her back, making her way slowly by crawling to the
kitchen. In the kitchen, she knelt up slightly with the plate in her hand
and placed it carefully into the dishwasher.

   Crawling back into the other room, Celina knelt back in the spot where
she had been laying, serving as a seat for her Mistress.  Keeping her
bright green hues cast down to the floor, she listened carefully as
Mistress D gave her the next instructions.  She was told to get dressed and
get home.  Once home, she was to practice holding her breath by weighing
pillows and blankets over her head for as long as she can.  She was also
told when she takes a shower, to sit in the tub with her mouth open wide to
see how much of the water she can swallow before either chocking or
spitting any out.  Though Celina was unsure the purpose of these
instructions, she whispered "Yes Mistress" before leaning down to place
careful, soft kisses on her new Mistress' boots.  Mistress D smiled and
caressed Celina's long, dark red hair before letting her leave.  Celina
smiled back sweetly and rushed to get dressed before walking out the door
and driving home.

   Once at home, Celina sighed heavily and pondered the experience she just
had.  Being very obedient, she wasted no time in doing as her Mistress'
told her.  She took off her jacket off first, hanging it on a hook by the
door, then her shoes and socks and placed them on the mat by the door.  She
rushed to her bedroom with excitement, peeling off the rest of her clothing
and tossed them into the laundry basket.  She stood at the foot of her
queen sized bed for a moment, thinking and looking over her pillows and
blankets.  Two pillows and one large quilt did not see like enough weight,
especially in comparison to her Mistress so she made her way swiftly out
into her living room.  From her couch, she grabbed two of the cushions and
threw them onto the bed.  She grabbed two more heavy blankets from the
linen closet and carried these with her back to the bedroom.  She smiled to
herself about what she was about to do, she crawled onto the bed and pulled
all the cushions, blankets and pillows close enough to be within her reach.


   She laid down in the center of the bed on her back and took in a deep
breath before she pulled the first pillow over her face.  The weight was
like nothing and her breath continued to be at a normal pace.  Cool air
came to her face as she moved to place on of the cushions until all were
balanced directly over her face and she turned her head towards the
material.  The air became limited, all was dark and her chest began to feel
heavy as her lungs strained.  She closed her eyes as she tried not to panic
under the limited amount of oxygen but then she began to fantasize.  She
pictured that it was her Mistress' wet, pink pussy pressed against her nose
and mouth.  Reaching her hands between her legs to her heat, she rubbed two
fingers quickly against her clit, feeling it harden and become sensitive to
her touch.  It took no time at all before she felt very hot, her hips
bucked up and down on the bed and she knocked everything off her face onto
the floor.  As she laid there, she slowly removed her fingers from between
her legs, her chest heaved up and down and she thought to herself to never
touch herself during face sitting as it made the task really hard.  After
another minute or two, she rose off her bed and headed into her bathroom.
She figured that now that she had an orgasm, it was time for a shower and
to move on to the second instruction her Mistress gave her.  She bent down
to turn on the water, turning both knobs until the temperature was just
right before turning to shower mode.  Stepping inside, she tilted her head
back towards the streaming water letting her hair get soaked and her body
become completely moist.  Once all wet, she first washed her hair and then
her body.  After rinsing off, she thought of how ultimate her next task
would be if the water was as hot as she could stand.  Getting on her knees
on the floor of the tub, she leaned forward and turned the hot water up
until she began to wince and she nudged the knob down just as a tad so she
didn't burn herself or her throat.  Being on her knees under the water,
made her visualize her Mistress urinating on her.  She felt a sudden rush
of humiliation as the liquid streamed down her face and in her hair.  Her
heat pumped involuntarily with excitement.  She lifted her head towards one
shower stream that seemed to be the steadiest.  She then opened her mouth
wide, the water pouring into her mouth with a unique swishing sound.  Her
throat muscles contracted quickly as she did her best to swallow every drop
and only after about fifteen seconds, she choked, spit up the remaining
water and turned her head down.  She was amazed how incredibly submissive
it made her feel so she tried two more times, the length of her doing the
task increasing.  She then turned off the water, dried off and headed to
bed for the evening.

   Early the next morning, her phone rang.  On the other end, her Mistress
told her to prepare to stay with her for a week and to come over promptly.
Celina packed clothing and personal items in her suitcase, finished getting
ready and headed over to her Mistress' house, ready to tell Mistress D what
a good slave she was last night.  Upon entering her Mistress' home,
Mistress D, took Celina's suitcase and snapped her fingers.  Celina stepped
forward enough for the door to be shut and then she dropped to her knees in
her typical slave position.  Mistress D put the large suit case in the
closet, locked the door and turned back towards her slave.

   "You know by now what I require of you right slut?"

   "Yes, Mistress," said Celina.

   "Then get to what is to be expected and then come kneel by my feet. 
Hurry!"

   Quickly, Celina rushed to take off her clothing and shoes.  She put them
in a neat pile on the floor she scooted on the floor until she was merely
inches in front of Mistress D's boots and in her kneeling position. 
Mistress D, lifted Celina's chin until her face was very close to her own
and she spoke to her softly.

   "Slut, open your eyes and look at me.  I need you to understand what
your life purpose is now.  I brought you back here as you are not staying a
week with me.  You are to stay forever.  You will do literally everything I
tell you.  You came to me wanting to be a stool and to be trampled on.  I
believe you are worth far less than anything else, so you will do those
things.  You will also be my toilet, a toy, slave and seat whenever I see
fit.  Even if that includes doing so for any of my friends, which in fact
today, three of my lady friends are coming over for dinner and a get
together party.  I was nice the first time by douching and shaving for you
but now you can be my douche.  You are mine to do with what I please.  You
are just an object and you own nothing anymore, not even your name.  I am
going to place a collar around that pretty neck just so all can see you
belong to me.  Now you best stay there while I get your collar."

   Celina's eyes widened at all she was being told and a few single tears
streamed down her face as she listened to her fate.  She did not want this
at all.

   Mistress D returned with a black leather collar about two inches wide
and long enough to fit Celina's neck and a silver O ring in the center
front.  The Mistress, put it carefully around her slave's neck, pulling it
tightly until snug against her flesh and putting a finger between the skin
and material to make sure not to choke her.  Celina stayed perfectly still
as she heard a sudden clicking sound and she knew that her Mistress had
just latched and locked the collar.  She then attached two pairs of leather
shackles and locked them around Celina's wrists and ankles.

   Mistress D stepped back and smiled.  Celina turned and bolted for the
door, when a terrible pain stabbed her throat, wrists and ankles.

   Celina turned and fell to the floor, withering in agony to see Mistress
D holding a sort of remote control.  "Slut," said Mistress D, "those are
electric shock devices attached to your collar and shackles.  And I only
set the intensity to 5."

   Waving the controller menacingly, she asked, "Shall I give you a taste
of 10?"

   "No Mistress!" pleaded Celina.  "Please don't!"

   "If you try to escape again, or disobey me at all, I will not hesitate
to kill you.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Mistress," sobbed Celina.

   Without any notice, Mistress D attached a leash to Celina's collar and
led her to the couch.  She commanded her to take the cushions off the sofa
and set them in the corner beside it.  Celina was actually shocked by what
she saw.  Instead of a flat surface under the cushions, there was a hole
about the size of a person lengthwise in the center of the couch.  Mistress
D pointed and Celina crawled up into the sofa and laid down on her back. 
Saying nothing but waving, the Mistress put the cushions back on to the
couch, covering her slut in total darkness.  Moments seemed to last forever
as Celina laid there alone until she heard a faint knocking on the door. 
Silence was broken by three other female voices other than Mistress D's. 
Sweet bubbly voice muffled behind the cushions and she had no idea what
they were talking about.  A few heavy footsteps got closer until they
stopped very close to her.  She suddenly realized what was about to happen
and she wanted to cry but before she could even whimper, a large weight
landed on her stomach, covering her naval and her pubic mound.  She wanted
to squirm to get comfortable but she was already pinned down.  Next,
another weight was on her stomach, pinching part of her breasts in an
awkward position and lastly, a weight covered her enter head.  She tried
very hard to breath but there was no use.  Sucking what air she could in
through her mouth until she passed out under all the weight on her small
body.

   She was awaken by a hard slap across the face, making her jump and
opened her eyes to a very bright light.  She blinked a few times before
remembering where she was and seeing four large black females standing
above her.  She couldn't make out how they looked and she was quickly
dragged to her feet by one of them to the bathroom.  She woke up even more
as she had a sudden urge to pee, her body ached and she realized the one
pulling her into the bathroom was her Mistress.  Saying not a word, she was
forced on her knees in front of the toilet.  A long heavy chain was coiled
around the base and the lose latch was hooked to Celina's collar.  There
was only about five or six inches of lag for Celina to move but she
certainly could not go far.  Mistress D opened a drawer near the sink and
pulled out a long piece of white rope.  With this, she pulled Celina's arms
behind her and bound her wrists and arms tightly.

   Mistress D spoke with sternness unlike before and told Celina, "Slut,
you are a toilet for my guests and I tonight.  I want the commode you are
chained to spotless so you better think of a good way to get it cleaned. 
How about you show me what you are going to do to please me slut."

   Celina leaned down to the rim, then gagged before her lips even touched
the porcelain.

   "Please mistress," begged Celina.  "I can't to that.  Please don't make
me lick a toilet."

   In an instant, Celina was writhing on the floor once again in total
agony.

   "That was level 7, slut," screeched Mistress D.  Every act of
disobedience will increase it another level.  Level 10 will kill you."

   Celina brought her lips against the porcelain and just before going to
stick her tongue out to lick it, she asked very softly for permission to
speak.  She was granted a yes and she asked if she may pee before cleaning
the toilet.  Mistress D, sneered evilly and gestured wait, stuck her head
out the door and in seconds, she had a clear wine glass in her hand.

   "You can, but in this slut and drink every single drop."

   Taking the glass, Celina held it around her heat and squatted nervously
until a stream of golden nectar filled the glass half way.  Jiggling her
hips slightly, to make sure every drop was savored and she picked the glass
up near her face.  Taking a deep breath, she tilted the glass up to her
lips and began to swallow.  The liquid tasted like nothing at all going
down her throat but once she finished the pee and she breathed in, the
taste made her want to puke.  Her eyes watered and the salty, bitterness
was overwhelming.  Mistress D must have taken notice of her reaction and
she clasped a hand tightly around Celina's mouth and shook her head no. 
Taking her hand back off Celina's mouth, she pointed back to the toilet.

   "Now that you have peed, get back to showing me how you plan to clean
that, slut!  And hurry it up, I have my guests waiting."

   Celina crawled back in front of the commode, closed her eyes, stuck out
her tongue and ran it across the rim, gritting as the taste was worse than
her own urine.  She opened her eyes a little to see where she had been
licking and saw why the taste was different.  A medium brown smudge was on
the rim, right in front of her tongue.  She went to pull away but Mistress
D, grabbed her by her hair and shoved her lips down against the spot.

   "Oh no you don't!  Open that mouth and stick out your tongue wide.  I
want your whole tongue on that spot, licking it all up."

   She moved Celina's head back and forth roughly all around the toilet and
Celina whimpered with her tongue completely out of her mouth and trying
hard to get every inch where she was led.  Mistress D picked Celina's hair
up in a jerking fashion before driving her head right into the bowl. 
Celina could feel the ice cold water cover her lips and touch the tip of
her nose, her breast pressed firmly against the coldness of the bowl and
her shoulders ached.  Mistress D let go of her hair and got on to the
toilet by balancing one foot on opposite sides of the rim near Celina's
head.  Celina felt her squat down on her head, the Mistress's pussy right
against her hair and a hot stream poured down across her face and into the
bowl, filling it and entering her nostrils.  Just when she thought she
would drown, Mistress D, got up, allowing Celina to lift her head high
enough away from the water to breathe.

   "Let me see and hear you lap up that water and my pee like the filthy
dog you are and then come clean my cunt"

   Celina stuck her head deeper into the bowl, lapping loudly and the sound
ringing in her ears until she was told that was enough.  The urine water
still dripping down her chin, she turned towards her Mistress and lifted
her head upwards.  Mistress D, spread her legs and shoved her pussy over
Celina's mouth.  Her prickly lips rubbed against Celina's cheeks as she
sucked and licked every part of the Mistress' womanhood clean.  The fishy
smell from deep within made her eyes water and she gasped desperately. 
Inner hairs, which seemed to be really long, pressed against her tongue. 
She thought she was done when she felt Mistress D move but she was
completely wrong.  The Mistress, spread her legs wide, lifted her stomach
with one hand and pressed Celina firmly into her heat with the other hand.
Celina squirmed but was forced closer until she felt hot liquid fill her
mouth and go down her throat.  She didn't want to make the Mistress mad so
she swallowed it all, careful not to spill any.

   After relieving herself, Mistress D let Celina go and started to walk
out of the bathroom saying behind her, "That is what you are to be used for
slut." She shut off the light.

   Celina sat in the darkness, chained to the toilet, cold and shivering,
for the next few hours.  Not knowing how many hours had passed, she heard
the doorbell ring in the distance.  The voiced were too muffled to make
out, but she knew that Mistress D's guests had arrived.  Several women, at
least.  Time continued to drag on for another hour or so.  Celina could
hear the distant voices echoing through the house, and dreaded what she
would have to do later.  The mere thought of having to drink pee made her
feel like puking.

   The moment came soon enough when she heard footsteps and voices
approaching.  Mistress D entered the bathroom, followed by four other black
women.

   To her friends, Mistress D said, "This is the slut I told you about. 
Her mouth will be our toilet for the evening.  Feel free to use her as you
need to."

   "This is wonderful!" said one of the women.  "I've played with subs
before, but none had ever been willing to be my toilet."

   Mistress D glanced down at Celina, fondling that remote that she had
hanging from a chain around her neck.  "You're willing, even eager, to
drink and eat from my friends?"

   "Yes Mistress," gasped Celina.  "I'm looking forward to drinking from
each of you."

   "See that?" said Mistress D to her friends.  "She wants you to use her."

   "Shit too?" asked of the other women.



   "Of course," said Mistress D.  "Any use you need of her."

   Celina instantly clamped down her throat which suddenly threatened to
erupt at the mention that she would have to consume shit, but the feeling
passed when the women left.

   More time passed as Celina awaited her disgusting fate.  A short time
later, Celina heard footsteps approaching.  One of women entered the
bathroom and closed the door.

   The woman stopped and stared down at Celina.  Celina merely swallowed
hard as she met the other woman's eyes.

   "I have to pee.  Lean your head back."

   Celina silently obeyed and tilted her head back and opened her mouth as
the woman lifted her skirt and stepped up to her and arched her back.  The
woman stepped a little closer so that her pussy was hovering above Celina's
mouth.  A moment later, her hot piss splashed out of her pussy and into
Celina's mouth.

   But the moment the taste touched Celina's tongue, she wretched
involuntarily.  She spun around quickly to puke into the toilet as the
woman's flow of piss merely splashed onto Celina's back.

   Celina glanced back at the woman as puke dribbled outher mouth.  "I'm so
sorry, Mistress," pleaded Celina, terrified at the punishment that would
soon be hers.  "Please forgive me."

   The woman merely laughed.  "Your first time drinking piss?"

   "Yes, Mistress," cried Celina.  "I'm so sorry."

   "It's okay," said the woman.  "I won't tell--this time.  You should have
your feeder sit on your face next time so you won't spill any."

   "Yes, Mistress," said Celina with such relief.  "I'll do that.  Thank
you."

   It was a while before Celina was used again, another of Mistress D's
friends came into the bathroom.

   Celina Promptly leaned her head back onto the toilet seat, inviting the
woman to sit on her face.

   "Ah, so you want me to sit on your face?"

   "If you like, Mistress," said Celina.

   "Works for me," she said and lifted her skirt up and pulled her panties
down.  She straddled Celina's legs and sat her ass on Celina's face.

   Celina fought the urge to kick and flay from the crushing weight bearing
down on her face.

   A moment later, warm salty liquid gushed into Celina's mouth.  This
time, she couldn't taste the putrid taste, and she struggled to gulp it
down.  She didn't dare make a mess or displease another of Mistress D's
friends.

   Celina's stomach felt bloated by the time the woman emptied her bladder
down Celina's throat.  Fortunately, she left without another word, plunging
Celina into darkness once again.

   Her urge to vomit was overwhelming, but at least she could hold it down
this time, and the urge eventually passed.

   The hip-hop music reverberating through the house was getting louder
with each song, an so were the other women.  Another of the women came up
to the bathroom a little later carrying a glass of wine.  It was obvious
that she was a little tipsy as she walked into the bathroom and closed the
door.

   "I gotta pee, slut," she said.

   Without answering, Celina leaned back with her head on the toilet seat
once again and opened her mouth.

   As before, the woman pulled her jeans and panties down and sat on
Celina's face.  Like before, Celina's mouth was quickly flooded, and she
had to struggle to gulp it down while holding her breath with her mouth
open while the woman sat on her face.

   She finished quick enough and left.  This time, Celina couldn't hold her
stomach, and puked into the toilet once again.  Fortunately, it was just a
little, and consisted mostly the piss she had drank.  She wiped her mouth
with a wad of toilet paper and flushed her puke away, hoping that nobody
would hear the sound of the toilet over the rancorous music.

   Celina wasn't used again for some time, during which time her bloated
stomach settled down and she began to feel less queasy.

   The party was growing louder.  Hip hop shifted into more techno house
music, and someone eventually came up to use the bathroom while Lady Gaga
sang about the merits of her Poker Face.

   Celina hurried into position once again as the woman dropped her jeans
and took a seat on Celina's face.  Celina was immediately aware that it
wasn't the woman's pussy pressed down on her mouth, but her ass crack.

   "God!  No!" wished Celina as she felt the woman's anus puckering against
her lips.  As Celina lay there panicking, the woman's anus puckered deep
and Celina's mouth was instantly filled to bursting with shit.

   The thought of someone's shit in her mouth caused Celina's stomach to
contract violently.  Unfortunately, the weight of a 140 pound woman on her
face prevented any upflow from her throat.  Plus, the woman forced
additional fecal matter out of her rectum, forcing it to ooze down Celina's
throat.

   Celina swallowed almost involuntarily to keep up with the woman's anal
secretion.  The torture continued for what seemed such a long time as
Celina held her breath swallowing a continuous mass of shit emerging from
the woman's anus.

   Eventually, the torture stopped as the woman stood and looked down at
Celina laying there with her mouth packed solid with shit.  The woman
chuckled, wiped her ass with a wad of toilet paper, and left Celina in her
misery.

   Celina spit that mouthful into the toilet, knowing that at least twice
that much was in her stomach.

   Celina started to cry when another next woman appeared.

   "Can't take it?" she chided Celina.

   "I can take it," said Celina as she lay her head back once again.  She
knew what would happen to her if she overtly refused.

   Celina drank the woman's piss without much difficulty this time,
apparently finding piss easier after having consumed feces.  The piss even
washed away most of the aftertaste of the shit in her mouth.

   The party was growing ever louder, and Lady Gaga was now belting out a
tune about her Bad Romance.

   As to be expected, Celina knew that she was drinking from women who'd
used her previously.  That first Mistress returned and glanced at her
before sitting on Celina's face to empty her bladder.

   When she finished, she patted Celina's face and said, "I got to empty my
bladder into you this time."

   "Yes, Mistress," said Celina.  "Thank you."

   "Glad you learned the correct way to do it before you made a mess," said
the woman as she turned to leave.

   Celina gasped at the horrid taste of many different women's piss in her
mouth.  She could still even smell the odor of shit in her breath.  Her
stomach rebelled once again and violently ejected its contents giving
Celina barely enough time to bow over the toilet.

   Her own Mistress D came in to use Celina next.  She glanced down at
Celina.  "My guests tell me you're providing an adequate service.  I'm
pleased."

   "Thank you, Mistress," said Celina.

   Mistress D then turned, raised her skirt, and sat on Celina's face. 
Once again, Celina gulped down yet another stream of hot foul piss.

   Celina was still gasping what one of the other women came in.  Like that
other women previously, she was tipsy and staggering a little.  Celina got
into position just in time before the woman slammed her ass on Celina's
face and emptied her bladder down Celina's throat.

   Soon, another woman staggered in.  She didn't look good at all. 
Stepping over Celina, she lurched and seemed about to puke all over Celina.
She swallowed and stepped back, giving Celina a sigh of relief.  Celine
watched as the woman looked around the room for a moment.  She seemed to
find what she was searching for when she opened the cabinet door under the
sink and removed a funnel.  She turned and shoved the pointed end into
Celina's mouth.

   Celina expected the woman to straddle her face piss into the funnel. 
But, instead, she leaned over Celina and vomited.  Celina screamed for a
moment as the woman's puke streamed down the funnel into her mouth. 
"Swallow it, bitch!" the woman slurred as she stood over Celina.  She then
blew out another mouthful of puke into the funnel.  Celina couldn't move
with the woman straddling her.  The tatse of the other woman's puke burned
her mouth.  The odor of raw puke in her mouth was simply too much for
Celina and she puked up her own yet again as she quickly turned her face
over the toilet.

   The woman puked last time, all over Celina's naked body, before
staggering out of the bathroom.



   Celina needed to think fast.  She didn't want to think about what would
happen if her Mistress She needed to wash the puke off her before the next
mistress came to use her.  Maybe she could rinse herself off quickly in the
shower, but the chain attached to the toilet was too short.  She had no
choice but to take a wad of toilet paper, dip it into the toilet, and wash
herself off with the cold toilet water as best as she could.  She also
washed off the floor and the toilet with more toilet paper and flushed it
all away.  The room still stunk of puke, but at least Celina was clean.

   A few more women gave Celina their piss to swallow as the night drew on.
Eventually, the music ended, and she heard the distant voices saying their
"goodnights."

   Mistress D came in to the bathroom after the guests had left.  "Stinks
in here," she said.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress," said Celina.  "One of your guests puked.  I
washed it up as best I could."

   "I know," said Mistress D.  "If you had swallowed it all, there would
have been no odor." Mistress D pressed the button on her remote control
still hanging from her neck.

   Celina screamed and fell to the floor, writhing in agony.

   "That was level 8, slut!" scolded Mistress D.

   "I'm sorry, Mistress," cried Celina as Mistress D left the room,
plunging Celina into darkness.

   After the deafening music only a short while ago, the ghastly silence of
the huge house crept Celina out.  It took Celina an hour before she fell
asleep on the cold stone bathroom floor, chained to the toilet, the smell
of piss and shit and puke still on her breath.
   *** THE END ***