Greg lay on the exhausting tile flooring, being ever so cautious
as he wrote his phrases of affection. He had considered them
final night time as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke,
the large black man that was certainly one of his masters. His ass
was nonetheless sore from it; the considered it made his
abused asshole quiver in concern.
He’d needed to commit the phrases he was now writing to
reminiscence, for he had been fucked all by way of the night time
that night time and had been performing bathroom duties all
morning, ran his errands within the afternoon and had simply
completed performing for his most up-to-date scat video his
Mistress makes of his classes (and sells them for a
tidy sum, by the best way!) This was the primary time he
didn’t have a cock in an orifice or shit or piss in his
mouth.
Nonetheless, he needed to be cautious and take his time-
all he needed to write with was lipstick and his solely
medium for his opus was the bathroom paper that was saved
underneath the sink. The bathroom paper, in fact, hadn’t
been utilized in fairly just a few weeks now, a indisputable fact that he
ought to have been proud of- if, that’s, he had been a
keen bathroom slave and never pressured into it by his
girlfriend.
Ever since he’d come to go to her right here to confront her
about their more and more distant relationship and
found the true nature of the college, his destiny had
been sealed. To his horror, he’d realized that his
girlfriend had been systematically instructed and
perverted in each method of sexual deviance identified to
man. He resolved to stay together with his girlfriend, although,
he liked her deeply, and was sure he may by no means
stay with out her.
Strive as he may, he was unable to persuade her to
depart. In reality, she wouldn’t even contact him. Jealously,
he’d overhear her being savagely fucked by Headmistress
Lynne and Coach Luke and the others, hear her go on
wantonly concerning the delectable style of her classmate
Inya’s copious shit…
Then the sooner or later she lastly agreed to permit him to
orally service her, Headmistress Lynne returned from
trip and altered the whole lot (see POGP #1). Since
then, he’d turn into Mishi’s full slave, obeying her
each command within the hopes that she may come to
notice how a lot he loves her, how devoted he’s to
her… that sometime she may reciprocate.
Right here within the toilet (his everlasting sleeping quarters
right here on the New Sodom Faculty for Gifted Kids), he
laid on his abdomen on the chilly tile flooring, his tiny
penis shriveling up much more, fastidiously inscribing his
phrases of devotion and love for his wayward girlfriend.
His leash pulled considerably on his collar; he was on the
very finish of his vary in an effort to lie comfortably whereas
he wrote.
Behind him, he heard the toilet door creak open and
apprehensive that he must end the poem later, he
solely had another stanza to go… however he didn’t see
anybody. Instantly, he felt a tough, moist tongue licking
at his asshole. He regarded down and noticed Thumper, Mishi’s
pet Nice Dane, licking him. Instinctively, he raised
up his ass into the air for Thumper to get higher
entry to his anus.
He knew that if Thumper was discovered humping somebody’s leg
that Mishi would discover out and severely punish Greg for
not taking good care of Thumper’s wants. Moreover, being ass-
fucked by a canine (even one with an enormous penis that
inflated as soon as inside him) was higher for him on the
second than somebody who’d require his full consideration.
So he arched his again and offered his ass for Thumper
whereas he continued his poem, he needed to get it finished
earlier than he noticed Mishi subsequent… he had deliberate to select up a
rose and a few sweets tomorrow throughout his errands
and shock her after they had been alone… if he may
simply get her alone for a pair minutes.
Irrespective of what number of occasions he’d had canine cock plunged into
his bowels, he by no means obtained used to the shock of it- the
sheer animalistic nature of the fucking he’d get- and
the humiliation of feeling the canine’s sizzling jizz shoot
into his guts, the canine’s sperm making an attempt in vein to
impregnate his intestines… The drive of the
penetration knocked him off stability a little bit, however the
wayward lipstick left solely a small smear on his work of
artwork.
As Thumper floor into his ass and panted, canine drool
working down his again, Greg struggled to recollect the
final strains of his masterpiece that he’d been making an attempt to
maintain in reminiscence the previous 24 hours. By the panting
and humping and drooling and thrusting, he managed to
recall the previous couple of elusive phrases and completed the poem
simply as Thumper howled and shot his load of canine cum
deep into him. He may really feel every jet of jism shoot
by way of the canines penis because it throbbed in opposition to his
sphincter … he may really feel the new jets smacking
in opposition to the insides of his bowels, filling him up with
a canine cum enema.
Thumper collapsed on prime of Greg, exhausted, his
swollen penis caught contained in the surrogate bitch. Greg
lay there underneath him, each of them inhaling time. He
felt extremely used, however not more than any of the opposite
days since his enslavement.
Instantly the door opened once more and Wesley walked in.
Trying down on the odd couple, Wesley laughed
sadistically.
“Come on, you lazy bastard, it’s my flip!” Wesley
grunted as he lifted Thumper off of Greg. With a moist
pop, Thumper’s cock withdrew from Greg’s distended
anus, leaving a path of brown-tinged semen.
“Get, ya mutt!” Wesley mentioned as he kicked the canine out
who scurried off with a yelp.
Wesley turned again to Greg, “Okay, your ass appears to be like
fairly unfastened there, I assume it’ll simply need to be a
blowjob tonight, faggot.” he mentioned and held his cock out
imperiously.
Greg obtained to his knees and silently slipped his mouth
across the boy’s cock. Wesley took no time in grabbing
Greg by the again of the pinnacle and roughly face-fucking
him.
However, after only a few strokes, he felt Wesley’s grip
loosen and heard him cry out in shock. Instantly
Wesley fell away from his, his dick abruptly pulled
from his mouth. As Greg regarded up, spittle working down
his chin, he noticed Mishi standing there, holding Wesley
by the neck with one hand and twisting his arm behind
his again with the opposite.
She wordlessly and comparatively effortlessly threw the
skinny teenager out of the room and closed the door.
“M-Mishi!” Greg was shocked and remembered too late
he was by no means to talk except spoken to, that all the time
aggravated Mishi.
Mishi was hocking and snorting- she grabbed Greg by the
one lock of hair he was allowed to maintain and yanked his
head again roughly, his mouth pressured open, “‘lo,
Greggie-Poo!” she bent down, opening Greg’s mouth and
spit a nasty, thick, yellow-green loogie down his
throat. He swallowed obediently with a loud gulp.
Mishi watched the slimy snot slide down Greg’s gullet
and let him go. It was then that she observed him
clutching the bathroom paper.
“What the fuck is THAT?!” she demanded. Greg was NEVER
allowed to make use of bathroom paper, he was all the time imagined to
get each final morsel of shit utilizing solely his tongue.
“N-nothing!” Greg panicked, making an attempt to cover the
proof.
“NOTHING?! What the fuck do you suppose I’m, silly?!”
Mishi shouted, “Is that it? You suppose you’re higher
than me, you little worm? You suppose you’re smarter than
me since you’re allegedly a person?! Hunh?”
Greg sat there, hunched in a defensive posture, staring
up at his mistress in concern, eyes extensive, not understanding what
to say to appease her.
“Reply me, you fucking faggot!” She yelled and slapped
him exhausting throughout the face, “DO YOU THINK I’M STUPID?!”
“N-No, Ma’am!” Greg sputtered.
“Good, ’trigger I obtained information for you, technically you don’t
qualify as a person in my book- bot with that one-inch
wart you generously name a dick!” Mishi verbally abused
him, “So, inform me once more, what the fuck is that.”
“I… it’s a poem- I – I wrote you a poem…” Greg held
it up for her, it wasn’t precisely the situations he
supposed on giving it to her in, however the energy of the
phrases would communicate for themselves, he was sure, “…
it…”
“Actually?” She mentioned cheerily as she snatched it from his
fingers, “I all the time wish to learn whereas I’m taking a dump.”
“A…” Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted no
time squatting over his face, her already quivering
asshole proper on his lips.
“Yup, that is gonna be an enormous one, too,” Mishi
defined, “we simply had an enormous barbecue this afternoon
and I haven’t gone to the toilet all day… ungh…”
her asshole popped open to launch a moist fart in Greg’s
face, prompting him to open his mouth in preparation of
his duties.
“..eghh…” Greg fought his gag reflex, it was a
significantly nasty smelling fart and as a lot shit as
he’d eaten over the previous couple of weeks, he was certain he’d
by no means get used to the style.
Mishi started to pressure, a full day’s price of
constipated shit was making an attempt to make it’s approach out of her
ladylike little asshole, “RRRmmmmggghh… ungh…” Greg
may see her asshole distending because the shitlog pushed
and stretched her pores and skin, distorting her excellent ass,
“Ahhhh…”
An enormous load dropped immediately into Greg’s mouth and he
pressed his mouth more durable in opposition to her quickly dilating
shithole. He obtained straight to the work of chewing and
swallowing her load as rapidly as he could- Mishi was
proper, this was seeking to be a fairly giant meal,
“Munch gulp gulp – guh, schlurp,” Greg made obscene
noises as he chewed down her fecal treats, “URP – munsh
gulp slurp slurp – mlegh, gulp – urk”
“Let’s see… ‘Ode to my Mishi, how I like thee,
collectively we might be, simply you and me’ – UNGH –
FFLLFLTTHTHTH!!! unh..” One other big load of crap
exited her asshole.
“Mglrmgmgmrgmglmpfugnlmglerp” Greg gagged a bit because the
new agency shit shoves some half-chewed shit down his
throat, “GULP … guhhh”
“Unh… ‘Entwined in your arms, I offer you my coronary heart,
enchanted by your charms, we will by no means ever-”
FFFARRRTTTHHhhh!!!
An extended, moist fart exploded from her ass and crammed
Greg’s mouth with fuel and moist shit. The fuel exploded
out his nostril and saturated his oral and sinus cavities.
It was a scent he was fairly aware of now and knew
he’d by no means, ever overlook, not in one million years.
His ideas drifted and he remembered with a sort of
chilly detachment one thing he’d heard concerning the sense of
scent and the memory- that they had been so carefully linked
as a result of the particles you smelled really got here into
direct contact with a part of your mind… he realized
that particles of shit had been really coming from her
bowels and touching his mind… he was really hers…
not solely was she shitting in his thoughts, primarily, however
a few of the shit he’d eaten from her ass and the piss
he’d drunken from her shaven cunt numerous occasions has
little doubt been absorbed by him and turn into a part of his
physique, used to develop new cells, used for power… he and
her shit had been inextricably enmeshed… he had turn into
her shit.
“Rattling, that smells raunchy!” Mishi chuckled and regarded
down at Greg, “should be fairly ripe down there, hunh?”
Greg merely regarded up at her helplessly, swallowing her
waste obediently, “okay, so the place was I… ‘arms…
coronary heart… yeah, yeah… charms, and so forth… oh, proper,
‘enchanted by your charms, we will by no means ever
half’…”
Mishi paused to squeeze an extended shitrope down Greg’s
gullet.
“Gulp gulp munch chew slurp gulp gulp gulp,” Greg
struggled to get all of it down, to not let a single
morsel go to waste.
“‘You look into my eyes and I do know you like me’,” Mishi
continued studying,” ‘Beneath the starry skies, collectively
we will be’… Ungh… UNGH…” Mishi strained exhausting,
feeling the principle bulk of her motion coming… with a
vengeance, “URRRGNNGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH! God DAMN that was a
exhausting one! Huge as Hell! I would like extra fiber in my weight loss program,
hey, Greggie-Poo?”
“Munch gulp gulp chew munch gulp glurp mgup
chewchewchew gulp,” Greg did his finest to crew the
unbelievable log into one thing marginally manageable to
swallow, however knew he had higher make room for the remainder
and did his finest to choke it down, “mmglrch… GULP!”
In a number of lengthy, big protracted swallows, Greg
swallowed all the flip, visibly bulging his throat
each time. The big lump every time appeared prefer it was
going to get caught there or revolt and reverse course.
Superb even himself, although, he downed all the
gigantic turd fed to him by his beloved.
“Okay, the place was I once more… ? Oh… ‘starry skies’ blah
blah blah blah…,” Mishi absent-mindedly let unfastened
one other foul, moist fart into her former boyfriend’s
shit-stained mouth, “…okay, uh… ‘Some day once we
are married, and also you turn into my spouse; throughout love’s
river we’ll be ferried, to stay a cheerful… ‘ Hey,
shitheel, what’s this final phrase, it’s obtained a drop of canine
cum on it.”
“LRF!” Greg choked out across the shit log he was
presently choking down from Mishi’s vastly distended
asshole.
“Lrf? Oh, ‘life’! In fact! Ungh! Oh, yeah,” Mishi
bent over and braced herself,
“FLURRRRRRTHGLTH-GLURPHULLTHHHHHHhhhh- ah, that
laxative I took should be kicking in…”
Greg’s eyes bulged as he felt the sudden onrush of
liquefied shit and started swallowing as quick as he
may, often gagging on the extra stable chunks
among the many river of feces, “Gulp-gulpgulp
munchgulpchewslurrrrrglup- gulp gulp gulpurrgh-eh-
slurrrgulp-slurrrrrrgl… gulpgulpgulp… egh… URP!”
Greg burped up a pocket of anal fuel so repulsive he
couldn’t imagine it got here from his personal abdomen, “Ech…
engh….”
“Hmmm…” Mishi sat and furrowed her forehead as she
strained to squeeze any final morsel of fecal matter
from her dripping, filthy anus, however all she managed
had been a pair extra moist farts that coated the within of
Greg’s mouth. Greg accepted the slimy expulsions with a
defeated, humiliated mind-set, “Oh properly, I assume
that’s it, I’ll need to attempt to construct up extra subsequent time,
that was too straightforward.”
Greg felt like he’d gained 5 kilos within the final 5
minutes, he may think about that Mishi thought that the
job had been straightforward… then again, that meant he
had happy her, so he was joyful to listen to this.
“Ugh… wha…,” Greg struggled to speak, his throat
sore from swallowing big lumps of turd, “what did you
suppose of-”
“ACHOO!” Mishi sneezed violently into the bathroom paper,
blowing holes clear by way of elements of it,
“SSNURRRRPHFTH-gthfnnnthhhh..” As Greg watched in utter
horror, Mishi blew her nostril in his masterpiece of affection
and devotion, filling it with big gobs of nasal slime
and greenish-brown snots dripping with yellow mucus.
“M-Mi-My…!” Greg struggled to articulate his horror
and shock, however to no avail.
“fllththhth” Mishi completed blowing her nostril within the
completely soaked wad of bathroom paper, “Jesus, it’s so
dusty in right here! You actually ought to maintain this place
cleaner, Greggie-Poo! I’ll need to get Luke to deliver
your French Maid outfit so you’ll be able to lick up all of the mud
within the room,” Mishi’s pussy quivered on the picture of
her completely whipped ex-boyfriend on all fours
licking the ground with a frilly pink feather duster
sticking obscenely out of his ass.
“My… my…” Greg hadn’t registered a single phrase
Mishi had mentioned, he was staring, fixated, on the lump of
snot and bathroom paper that was as soon as his supreme
expression of affection.
“Oh, your poem?” Mishi held it up for Greg to see and
slowly and intentionally wiped her extremely filthy ass
crack with it getting sadistic glee in watching Greg’s
eyes comply with it in horror, his decrease lip starting to
quiver. When her ass was as clear as she may get it
with the filthy wad of paper, she rapidly grabbed
Greg’s head and yanked it again, “Right here you go!” and
shoved the foul pile of shit, snot and sappy love
poetry into Greg’s closely browned mouth.
“GURP!” Greg’s eyes bulged and he began to boost his
fingers in protest, however caught himself. He started to
whimper pathetically.
Mishi leaned down and talked proper into Greg’s ear,
watching the wad of paper in his mouth intently, “Eat
it,” she ordered.
“Rrrr!” Greg pleaded together with her wordlessly, his eyes
straining to catch hers and evoke some modicum of pity.
Mishi in flip slapped him as exhausting as she may, “EAT
IT!!!!” – the drive of the blow made him chunk down
instinctively, rivulets of slimy snot and goop tore
by way of the soggy bathroom paper and ran all the way down to the again
of his throat, tickling it and triggering his
swallowing reflex.
“Rkay! Rkay!” Greg knew higher than to displease or
disobey Mishi and started to hesitantly chew the wad of
slime and shit and paper.
“Good, good…” Mishi watched with glee because the snots
and mucus she’d crammed the wad with squirted out
by way of the paper, lumps of boogers pussing out and
dripping down into his mouth, coating his tongue. She
caught one wayward snot leaving a slime-trial down his
chin and scooped it again up into his mouth to verify
he loved each final tidbit of nastiness she’d
ready for him. Greg chewed and swallowed repeatedly,
destroying a little bit extra of his will and satisfaction with
every gulp.
Lastly Greg completed and opened his mouth for Mishi to
witness.
“You actually are pathetic,” Mishi stood up as she shoves
Greg to the ground.
Greg started sobbing uncontrollably, he knew he’d by no means
have the ability to bear in mind his murals once more, it was misplaced
eternally, it was being destroyed by the acids in his
abdomen, he may really feel his guts churning to digest it.
“You little faggot, crying like a fuckin’ little
pansy,” Mishi sneered with sheer, utter contempt. She
turned and noticed Luke strolling by. She whistled to get his
consideration and he walked over. Luke regarded within the room
and noticed Greg sobbing on the ground and shook his head in
disgust.
“Luke, honey, pay attention,” Mishi caressed the massive black
man’s naked muscled chest sensuously as she gave him
directions, “This little shit-for-brains disobeyed me
and that room is soiled as Hell. Put him in that quick
French Maid’s skirt, give him a steaming sizzling piss enema
and shove the feather duster up his ass- make him maintain
it whereas he licks the room clear, and I imply spotless.
Then punish him actual good for his insubordination. When
you’re all finished, he can have his enema for dinner if he
doesn’t spill it.”
Greg noticed the spectacular bulge in Luke’s denims develop as
Mishi described his punishment and knew he had an extended,
lengthy night time forward of him.
“Yo, you bought it, bitch, he’s gonna be in a WORLD a
shit!” Luke chuckled as he cracked his knuckles loudly.
“Good!” Mishi chirped pleasantly, nearly playfully, as
she stood again and glanced down disdainfully on the
crushed, nugatory worm earlier than her, “Simply as he
deserves,” She leaned down and grabbed Greg by the jaw
and lifted his head to make eye contact with him and
mentioned within the nastiest, cruelest, most contemptible tone:
“Seems such as you’re up Shit’s Creek, not Love’s River,
Greggie-Poo!”
And with that, she turned evenly on her toes and
pranced out of Greg’s little world of ache and
struggling.