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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: THE REPLACEMENT
Universe: Mindy
Summary: After I posted this story, it almost became true: a woman sent
me her photo and asked me to do this to her--forever--just like in the
story.  If I had a house with a basement, I would have, too!
Keywords: MF M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub nc oral scat copr snuff stroke caution
almost-true
Language: english

   THE REPLACEMENT BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Kyle arrived home from work to his suburban townhouse Friday evening a
little after 6 PM as he normally does.  He opened a box of chicken nuggets
and placed them in his oven to bake while he went to his master bathroom to
take a dump in the toilet and then a shower to wash off the day's grunge.

   Fully refreshed, he grabbed a Guinness from the fridge and served
himself the nuggets as he plopped in the sofa to catch the _Thunderbirds_
marathon on _Tech TV._

   A few hours and episodes later, he used the toilet one last time and
turned into bed.

   He slept late the next morning and finally got out of bed a little after
noon.  Getting up at 7 AM every day for work, and getting home at 6 PM left
him exhausted on the weekends.  He toasted a waffle to take the hunger off
while he booted up his PC.

   His email was nothing but spam, so he deleted it all and went into the
newsgroups for a while.  He lurked in alt.torture, alt.sadistic,
alt.lifestyle.master-slave, and soc.subculture.bondage-bdsm, letting his
unfulfilled fantasies run wild at reading what people were really doing
together.  He also dropped in on a few of his other favorite groups, such
as alt.games.the-sims, alt.games.metal-gear-solid, and
alt.games.final-fantasy.  However, he rarely replied to anyone, and finally
shut down his PC and put _Halo 2_ in his _Xbox_ to play for a while.  He
played through a new level, then he logged onto _Xbox Live._ He spent the
rest of the day playing a series of deathmatch games.  Later that evening,
he called out for a pizza and tuned in to a _Star Trek_ marathon on _Spike
TV._

   Kyle decided that it was time for bed after Captain Picard had saved the
Federation from the latest Borg attack, so he took a shower before
proceeding to bed again.

   He slept late again on Sunday morning, but not as late as Saturday,
having regained some of his energy.  He had noticed that he was running low
on bread and milk and stuff, so he checked his fridge and made a shopping
list.  He took a dump before driving down the street to do some food
shopping at the _Try-N-Save._

   He arrived back home a few hours later, put his food away, and nuked a
Pizza for dinner.  Then he verged out in front of his sofa again.  He tuned
to _Network 23_ to catch the _Max Headroom_ marathon.

   Realizing that he would have to wake up with the cows the next morning,
he groaned and clicked off the TV after Edison Carter had saved the world
from blipverts, and went to take a shower.

   "Shit!" he cursed when he saw that his toilet had stopped up.  His shit
from before had not gone down and the water was almost to the rim.  He knew
this sometimes happened to the toilet in his master bathroom, so he didn't
think much of it and, instead, used the toilet in the hallway bathroom that
was connected to the public sewer.  He then returned to the master bathroom
to take his shower, and turn in to bed for the night.

   The following morning, his alarm clock began emitting a barely audible
white noise at 6:45 that got ever-slowly louder until it chimed ever so
softly at 7:00.  The alarm woke him at about 6:50 and he stumbled out of
bed at the chime.  He stumbled into the bathroom to take his shower and
muttered, "Shit!" again when he saw that his toilet was still stopped up.

   He quickly showered and dressed for work.  But before leaving, he walked
downstairs to his basement and approached a door.  He removed two padlocks
from the door, one a key lock, and one a combination lock, and turned the
light on to reveal the dusty, cobweb-encrusted room.  He approached the
toilet slave lying on a low bench.  The sewer pipe from his toilet came
down from the ceiling, narrowed to a smaller diameter pipe that was
inserted into her mouth, which was held in place by a large-diameter hose
clamp over a tab attached to the flange over her mouth and then around her
head.  Her body was pale yellow and he muttered to himself, "She's dead,
Jim," when he felt her cold flesh with the palm of his hand.  He giggled
when he saw how her finger- and toenails had grown in long coils in the
years that she had been at his service.  He then noticed that the shackle
on one of her feet had broken and she had tangled and crimped the catheter
around that foot, preventing her from being able to pee.

   Sighing, he locked the door again and returned upstairs.  He booted up
his PC, and quickly composed a newsgroup post advertising for a female
toilet slave.  He posted it to the groups that allow personal advertising
in their charters, then hurried off to work.

   He checked his email when he returned home from work that night, but it
was only spam again.  He returned to his sewage treatment room in the
basement and began to disconnect the dead toilet slave.  He turned a valve
in the sewer pipe, diverting it from the slave to the regular sewer.  Then
he removed the pipe from her mouth as the last drops of water spilled out
onto the table on which she was laying.  A lip around the table prevented
the liquid from dripping onto the floor and the waste flowed into a drain
under her ass in the padded tabletop and into the regular sewer.  Next, he
removed the small-diameter pipe that had been inserted into her anus that
led to the regular sewer.  Then he pulled the catheter from her urethra
that served the same purpose for her urine.

   Taking a razor knife, he slit her wrists and throat to let the blood
drain from her body.  He went upstairs to eat and catch an episode of
_Monster Garage_ before returning back downstairs again.

   He hosed the blood off her body and carried it over to a steel table
against an adjacent wall.  He used a hacksaw to remove her head, feet,
legs, hands, and arms, then cut her torso in half.  He placed each body
part into a small garbage bag, and then hosed off the bags and the two
tables.

   He went upstairs to flush the stopped up toilet, now connected to the
regular sewer.  Then he took a shower and returned back downstairs yet
again.  He carried each of the bags up to his car and dumped them in a
Dumpster behind a fast-food burger joint where he hoped no one would notice
the eventual odor of rotting meat until the next garbage collection.

   The rest of the week went by uneventfully.  He jumped whenever he heard
a siren in the distance, but there were no news reports on TV of a
mutilated corpse found in a Dumpster, and so he gradually relaxed.

   He clapped and shouted, "Whoohoo!" on Thursday after work when he
received a reply to his ad for a toilet slave.  A cute sub-girl said she
wanted to be his toilet slave for a weekend.  She lived only a few hours
away in the next state.

   He replied and asked her when he would like to come over.

   She replied a few hours later and said she was available any time he
wanted her; she even sent him her nude photo from the waist up.

   He replied again, sending her his photo, and said this weekend was
perfect for him, but if it was too short notice, any upcoming weekend was
fine for him too.

   To his delight, she said this weekend would be perfect for her too.  She
even sent him her IM name so they could chat in real time.

   So after short while, they had agreed that he would pick her up from the
train station on his way home from work Friday night and she would be his
toilet slave until Sunday evening.

   Kyle spent the rest of the evening cleaning that basement room.  He
dusted everything and vacuumed the floor, then washed the tables and
equipment until the room looked like new.

   The following evening, she was standing on the sidewalk outside the
train station as he drove up.  He clicked the window down as he stopped his
car by the curb and said, "Hi!  Mindy?"

   She said, "Yes!  Kyle?"

   He answered, "Yes!  Hop in!"

   She opened the door, tossed in a small carry-on bag in the back seat,
and got in the car.

   Kyle drove back to his house.  Making light conversation, he asked, "So
when do you need to be back home?"

   "Doesn't matter," she shrugged.  "I really don't do this very often. 
Please don't think I'm a slut or anything."

   "Sure, I..." he began to answer.

   "On second thought," she quickly added, "please _do_ think I'm a slut!"

   "Sure thing!" he said with a laugh.

   "I took Monday off work," she continued, "just in case, you know, you
want to keep me an extra day or something," she said, licking her lips.

   "Oh, nobody will miss you if you don't come home Sunday night or
Monday?" he asked.

   "Nope!  I don't know anyone who's into the scene hard-core, and I
wouldn't dare tell anyone I'm doing this," she admitted, "I even erased our
emails from my computer.  I'd just _die_ if anyone found out about me doing
this!"

   "Really?  You deleted our emails?" he asked.

   "Yeah, I hope that didn't hurt your feelings.  I guess I'm really
paranoid about someone finding out, not that anyone but me ever uses my
computer.  You could keep me your permanent slave, and no one would ever
know where I went or even that I'm missing until I miss my rent payment
next month," she said then bit her lip.

   "So you have no problem if I keep you until Monday?" he asked.

   She sighed and said, "No problem with that!"

   They arrived at his townhouse and he parked the car in the garage then
escorted Mindy inside.

   Kyle let out a yawn.  It had become late after the diversion to the
train station from work and Kyle was a bit tired.  Still, he figured that
she might not have eaten dinner, so he asked, "You hungry?"

   "A little.  But I didn't eat deliberately because, well, you know," she
answered with a sly grin.

   "I see," he answered back with a sly grin of his own.  "So you want to
get started right away?"

   "If you need to use me now, sure," she answered.

   "No, I don't need to use you right now.  It's kind of complicated to
hook you up to the plumbing, so you can take the spare bedroom and we'll
get started tomorrow, okay?"

   "Spare bedroom?" she blurted.  "You don't want to fuck me?"

   "Well, sure I do!  I just wasn't sure if you wanted that."

   "Yeah, I want that!" she said.

   Kyle took Mindy by the hand and led her into his bedroom.  He sat on the
bed and pulled her onto his lap and fell backward pulling her on top of
him.

   They began kissing fervently.  Kyle rubbed and massaged her back as she
writhed on top of him.

   She lifted her chest up and said, "Don't you want me to take my clothes
off?"

   "Sure," he answered.

   She grabbed her blouse and pulled it up over her head and then removed
her bra, letting her firm little boobs hang down.  She crawled up his body
and planted one of her nipples in his mouth.

   After he got that nipple good and hard, she switched to the other
nipple. He sucked the other nipple hard too, then she rolled off him to his
side and said, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

   Taking the cue, Kyle removed his shirt and pants as she removed her
pants.

   Looking at each other, she said, "You're the Dom, so tell me what you
want me to do, Master!"

   Kyle thought about that for a second.  Although he never had a problem
finding women to become his septic tank, he never had any luck picking up
women in bars and getting laid.  He told her the first thing that came to
mind, "Lay on your back and let me fuck your mouth."

   She positioned herself as instructed, and he mounted her face.  He
arched his back with his hands on her hips thereby placing nearly all his
weight on his crotch and on her jaw with his cock forced down her throat.
Her body began bucking almost immediately as her throat muscles clenched
his cock so tightly.  He began rocking back and forth, causing his cock to
rub and throb against her tight throat and he exploded down her throat
almost immediately.  He shot wad after wad of cum down her throat as her
body bucked wildly.

   Finally spent, he dropped onto her burying his face in her crotch.  He
rolled off her and said, "Wow!  That was great, Mindy!"

   She coughed and swallowed for a few moments before she answered, "I'm
glad my body pleased you, Master."

   Kyle wasn't really into Dominant-submissive role-playing, and said,
"Your body pleased me so good!  As your reward, you can choose the next
position for your pleasure."

   "Really, Master?  Thank you!"

   "Sure, what position do you want me to take."

   "Would you lay on your back and suck my pussy if I sit on your face?"

   "Sure, that sounds like fun!" he answered and lay on his back.

   Mindy placed a leg over his chest, straddling his head, and lowered her
ass onto his face, pressing her pussy to his lips.

   As requested, he began licking.  He swirled her clit with his tongue,
then licked around it in a circle.  Then he pressed his tongue gently into
the opening of her urethra just behind her clit, sending her into a
momentary spasm of pleasure.  He continued this pattern, over and over
again.  He could feel the tension building in her body until she reached
her plateau.  He began sucking on her clit with all the suction he could
muster, drawing the tiny nub between his lips into his mouth.  At that she
began quaking and bouncing on his face as he returned to swirling and
flicking her clit with his tongue, causing her to bounce with every lick.

   Finally, she fell forward on top of him as he stared up at his ceiling
between her legs and through her ass crack.

   He was about to speak when he felt her nibbling on his dick.  "You want
me to make you cum again?" she asked.

   "Sure," he answered.  He didn't think he could come a second time in a
row, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to let her try.

   Her soaking pussy rubbed gently against his chin as she worked his cock
in her mouth.  She took it nearly as deep as he had forced it down her
throat a moment ago and he could feel the pressure welling up in his loins
yet again.  It took a while for him to reach a plateau.  Still, she
continued sucking and taking it deep in her mouth and throat and brought
him over his plateau as he exploded into her mouth for a second time.

   She held his cock in her mouth and kept the suction until after he shot
his last wad down her throat.

   She rolled off him and he pulled her gently up the bed and pulled the
covers from underneath them up and on them.

   "Mindy," he said as he kissed her, "I could get to like this as a
regular weekend thing."

   "Oh," she hesitated, "this is just a one-time thing." She kissed him and
continued, "I don't ever want to get into a permanent relationship."

   Kyle choked back a tear and said, "I understand.  No problem!"

   Wrapping their legs together, they continued to kiss and fondle into the
night until they fell to sleep wrapped around each other.

   Mindy kissed him awake the next morning and then pulled him on top of
her.  Kyle had overcome his disappointment from last night, and accepted
that he would just do what he had planned to do all along when he posted
his want ad.

   Mindy kissed him again and whispered, "There's one thing we forgot to do
last night."

   "Yeah, I guess there is." He immediately got a hard-on and pushed it
between her legs.

   "Oww!" she whimpered.

   "I'm sorry, Mindy," he whispered.  "What happened?"

   "I guess I'm not wet any more."

   "I can take care of that," he answered.  He spun around under the
blankets and buried his head in her crotch.  In a repeat of last night, he
began licking her pussy straight up and down from her clit to her cunt
hole. He continued licking up and down and up and down, until he was
sucking in what seemed like a steady stream of pussy juice.  He began
concentrating on her clit, licking around it in circles, over the top of it
and across the opening of her urethra.  He brought her to her plateau once
again, and like before, he began sucking hard on her clit stretching it
into his mouth.  Again, that was all it took for her to begin quaking and
bouncing under him.  He continued flicking it until she stopped writing,
then he spun around, got between her legs, and plunged his rock-hard cock
into her soaking pussy.

   He pumped and pumped as she moaned in pleasure with each throb.  He
reached a plateau then increased the speed of his pumping.  She began
coming as she crushed his cock with her pussy muscles with each spasm,
whereupon he immediately started coming too.  Both their bodies quaked
together, he on top of her for some time and then he fell on top of her
even as his body continued to spasm and his cock continued to twitch and
spurt out the last few tiny drops of cum.

   Then he sat up, sitting on her pelvis.  "Wow!  Good morning!" he finally
said.

   "Good morning!" she answered.

   "Care for something to eat?" he asked.  "I mean besides me," he added.

   "Actually, no," she answered.  "Don't forget why I'm here, Master," she
said.

   "Oh yes," he said, having almost forgotten why she was, indeed, here.

   He got off her and walked over to his dresser and got dressed.  Then he
returned to the side of the bed and reached out for her hand.  She took his
hand and he led her down to the basement.

   She said, "Oh my!" when she saw the elaborate plumbing set up.

   "Lie on that table, Mindy," he told her, pointing to the padded table
with the rim around it and the drain under the butt area.

   She lay on the table and he strapped and shackled her down.

   Next, he inserted the catheter up her urethra into her bladder and
secured it inside her with a puff of air.  Then he oiled and inserted the
solid waste pipe up her anus and strapped it securely in position so that
she could not push it out.

   Finally, he turned her head and inserted her mouth into the end of the
pipe with the flange pressing against her mouth.  He placed the hose clamp
around the back of her head and over the tab on the flange and tightened
the screw with a screwdriver.  She began grunting, "Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!  Mmmmm!"
as if to tell him that it was too tight.  Unfortunately, it had to be tight
to prevent any sewage from leaking out, and he tightened it a little more.

   Knowing that the human digestive tract is not too efficient and that
human waste actually contains quite a bit of nutrients, Kyle knew that a
toilet slave could survive indefinitely on human waste barring any medical
conditions that come up.

   Kyle double-checked her shackles and all plumbing attachments to her
body before turning the lever to divert the drainpipe from the sewer to her
mouth.

   Then, locking gazes, Kyle stroked her hair for the last time he would
ever see her alive and then turned away from her.  With tears in his eyes,
he padlocked the door for what would probably be the next few years and
returned upstairs to catch the _American Gladiators_ marathon.
   - END