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The Communion: Complete Devotion

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His shit-hole was all there was, and my head was in the darkest of golden defeats, lolling, savoring, tasting.

My crazing eyes reacted, even before he spoke.

-Open up your damned mouth, Prop. Here is for keeping you hungry. Take it, shit-eater.

His hole had started to spread-wide again, and he helped it to spread even wider with his hands. I felt myself shrink when I saw how that next turd protruded from his shit-hole. I tried to ease it out with my tongue, but he pushed me away and steadied my mouth right under it. Its waxing size – This was going to be the killer. my doggy eyes’ focus changed between that and my master’s eyes. His expression confirmed it: he was giving birth to our future. My asslicking tongue may have impregnated him, now to establish our levels for times to come. our baby was on its way, on its way from his shit-hole of a womb and a womb of a shit-hole – father and mother both. he was producing the never-to-change fact of our relation: by humbly eating this large, glimmering product of his bowels I would proclaim myself the inferior: the shit-eater, HIS shit eater.

He didn’t let it fall into my mouth. No-no, he lowered himself even more. And I felt that brown killer, that huge relation establisher sink down my mouth and throat until finally his ass landed on my lips, and by contracting his muscles he let go of it with a sigh. And it was all mine, to devour and contemplate on.

I squatted down over him, holding my cock and balls against my belly to keep the direct visual contact and to keep free sight over his gap. The flickering candle-light, his hot submissive eyes and his wide-open hungry jaws.

(There should have been a camera.)

That was a great moment there on the kitchen-floor, some kind of sacred expectancy.

An expectancy of the sacramental realization of the black mass.

The “Drink” – this is my yellow piss was completed. Now – the brown substance. My eyes into Prop’s. my nodding head as a confirmation of the impending climax of our Communion.

Prop gazed intently into my now gaping shit hole. And his eyes as well as my own senses told me how the turd – the second one, the one that would count – slowly left my interior, and hot and heavy forced its way further and further out of me.

. towards his mouth, where his tongue now anxiously worked over his lips. In the stillness our heaving chests. (Hey, Prop! Hero-worshipping again? And this time with no return? How you had pleaded, proclaiming that this was what would ultimately bind you to me, the navel-string never to be cut off when once and for all it linked us together.the definitive demonstration of your subservience – my waste – you – my refuse-heap.

. your proof of belonging, your belonging to me!)

Lowered my ass still more when I felt the turd on its way to fall from me, and your lips clung to my hole. And you sucked hard! You were sucking hard, Prop.

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Dark Corners

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Peter moved his right foot closer to my face, and raised it slightly. The smell hit me instantly, and I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach that it was full of dog shit. Most people might curse and swear upon discovering that they’d stepped in a pile of dog waste, but I knew immediately that Peter had gone out of his way to ensure that his foot landed firmly in the stinking pile. I’m sure his cock had felt a jolt of pleasure as he ground his shoe into the shit, knowing that I would soon find myself on my face at his feet. I glanced up at his face and caught sight of his evil smile. As much as I need to be at such a place of complete degradation, it is never easy for me to be there. It’s the most incredible paradox – to be so fulfilled yet so completely revolted at the same time.

Peter moved the tip of his shoe about an inch from my mouth. I stared at the mushy brown smeared across the rubber of his sneaker, and gagged at the smell. Peter’s soft laughter caused my cock to jerk in my jeans.

I heard him say quietly but firmly, “Lick my shoe, you filthy bitch,” and chuckle softly again.

I reached my mouth towards the stinking dog shit, trying to touch it lightly with my tongue. Peter pushed his foot forward, mashing it into my teeth. I felt the sick brown waste being smeared over my lips and forced into my mouth. I dared not pull away – I feared the consequences of such an action would be far more torturous than what I was experiencing at that moment. Instead, through the gagging and churning of my stomach, I sucked at Peter’s shoe, lapping the smeared shit onto my tongue and forcing it down my throat. I could hear Peter stroking at his cock as I continued obeying his command, licking at the grips on the bottom of his sneaker to lap up all of the shit caught there. The sound of his breathing was heavy and his body began to shake. I felt completely humiliated, and the taste in my mouth was absolutely revolting. But the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through my cock was so incredible that I came in my pants without touching myself, and at that exact second, I felt Peter’s cum landing on the back of my head and neck.

We went our separate ways, but I knew that we’d both discovered something – something we could feel but that couldn’t be described in words. I knew beyond a doubt that we would search for each other again at the place where dark souls meet.

It was only a few days later when I saw him next. I immediately dropped to my knees and fell on my face before him, kissing his feet. I was thankful that there was no sign of dog shit on his shoes this time, although I’m certain the thought crossed both of our minds that it wouldn’t have mattered if there was – I would still have been at my rightful place before him.

Peter soon tired of my worship, and grabbing onto my hair, pulled me to my feet. We went walking together again, only this time, he brought me into a seedy area of town, and led me into a bookstore with a video arcade. The place was dimly lit and smelled to old body odour. There were perhaps ten different men there – and they reminded me very much of those who gather at the place where dark souls meet. They were there to satisfy a hunger – there was an intensity on each one of their faces. There were older men and younger – some out of shape, and others surprisingly fit and good looking. And without exception, each man in the place was clearly drawn toward Peter from the moment they laid eyes on him. I felt a tinge of pride, as it was undoubtedly obvious to all that Peter and I were there as man and slave – and I’m certain that each of the men present would have gladly taken my place if given the opportunity.

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Couple Therapy

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Finally, Jennifer was empty. I could see the relief rush across Lisa’s face, to quickly be replaced by fear again. I unhooked her hose and reattached it to Jennifer’s anal plug. Lisa tried to struggle but Taylor was holding her upright and the bondage was far too stiff to allow much escape. I turned the knob on the enema plug and watched as Jennifer’s enema water ran down the tube as well. She was screaming as she watched the brownish liquid run toward her mouth, knowing it would soon be swirling around her tongue and in her stomach. I spent the time ignoring her, making it less than an event, while examining Jennifer’s bound body. The posture collar held her neck completely rigid and the three layers of rubber hood and straps kept the blow up gag and eye pads in place. I set my hands at her new waist, amazed at the small measurement. Her youth made this a perfect time for corset training. Though it would be necessary to keep her in some form of corset for the rest of her life, her body was actually changing, reorienting itself to accommodate the constriction. In no time she would be permanently altered. Her breasts, despite their constriction beneath the rubber, really stood out in their splendor. I looked forward to having some fun with her before the sale.

I turned back to watch the last of the liquid run out of Jennifer. Lisa was crying as I watched her throat reluctantly swallow the final drops of what was most likely a horrible substance. Once I was sure she was finished, I replaced the feeding gag with two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth, holding her mouth open as wide as possible. I think she could tell it wasn’t over, but I don’t think she really knew. I attached a chain to either side of her collar and to the floor, removing any chance of her moving. I snapped my fingers for Taylor to standup. I whispered in her ear and she quickly backed up to Lisa’s bound form and squatted. I could really hear Lisa wail now as Taylor began pressing her ass against her mouth. It was a sight to be seen. A tall blonde slave girl with long shapely legs, rings piercing her body, teetering on ballet boots, squatting over the mouth of another slave. I couldn’t quite see what was happening, but from Lisa’s sounds and expression, I would guess that Taylor had relieved herself well. A mixture of piss and shit filled Lisa’s mouth as Taylor stood up again. I don’t think Lisa knew what to do. But eventually, as I petted Taylor on her knees again and watched, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. Her tongue swirled the feces and urine around and I watched it slide down her throat.

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Anything for Her

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When she saw that I was there, my beloved Janice called out to me, “Get down here and lick my pussy. Get down on your back and crawl up beneath us!” As I comprehended the meaning of her words, my world of self-delusion crashed like a house of cards. My wife was going to make me actively participate in this betrayal and humiliation. There seemed to be no appeasing my wife’s hunger for my degradation! I felt the last of my self-esteem snap like an overstressed support strut, and almost without awareness of what I was doing, I began to comply with the request.

I lay on the foot of the bed and slid up between Chris’s and Janice’s legs until my face was directly under her soaked pussy. The view afforded me close up detail of Chris’s cock. Every vein and ridge seemed to burn permanently into my brain. Especially where it buried into the wrinkles of Janice’s asshole. What hit me next was the smell! It was both wonderful and awful! I could smell the sweet muskiness of pussy juice, but also the pungent odor of Chris’s sweaty balls, cock, and ass. Beyond that was a vague toilet smell, like that of fresh shit. Apparently Chris had struck something deep inside of Janice while fucking her ass.

Overcoming a momentary urge to vomit, I began to lick Janice’s clit. The damn thing seem to strive forward into my mouth like a miniature cock, and Janice let out the undeniable cry that I knew meant she was close to coming. The throbbing of my own cock forced me on and I began to suck her clit ravenously. Chris started fucking her ass savagely, and I didn’t think I could put up with the torture of having his balls slapping my chin while he fucked my wife’s ass!

Still, the incredibly bad feelings I was having emotionally seemed to drive me erotically, and I sucked on her pussy liked I worshipped it – enough to let her fuck another man right in front of me. Explosively, Janice came, dripping more come out of her pussy than I had ever seen before. I opened my mouth and drank it down like it was honey, even though she was coming with another guy’s cock up her ass. Chris hardly slowed his fucking, when I heard Janice say breathlessly, “Go ahead Chris, do it! Do it!”

Suddenly I felt Chris’s hand on my chin. He pushed down forcefully until my mouth opened. Then I would endure the worst thing that has ever happened in my life. Chris placed each of his knees on my shoulders, pinning me, and then pulled his cock out of Janice’s ass and shoved it into my mouth! I was immediately confronted with the taste of another man’s cock and a bitterness I figured had to be residual shit from Janice’s ass. I couldn’t believe I was tasting my wife’s shit, delivered to me by another man’s stiff cock rammed into my mouth!

I choked and gagged, but in a nearly mindless frenzy Chris began fucking my mouth and throat with surprising strength and ferocity. I felt my windpipe get cut off when Chris plunged his cock deep down my throat. He did this repeatedly, and I could barely breathe between his thrusts into my face. I became vaguely aware that Janice had moved away so she could witness this spectacle and was laughing uproariously. Humility broke me, and I began to cry at my degradation.

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The Brown Farm Revisited

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Kerry slid in between her mother’s legs and buried her nose into the wet tunnel, fucking her mother’s shit-filled cunt with her nose. Then, drawing her nose out, she began sucking big mouthfuls out of her mother’s cunt. When she had swallowed the big mouthful, she began licking at her mother’s clit, making Harriet buck her hips up and down. Shit squeezed out of Harriet’s cunt and Kerry lapped up the cummy slimy shit and swallowed as she licked, never forgetting to smack her lips and tongue.

“Eat it baby, eat your mother’s cunt. My cunt is just like a rectum now, it’s shitting in your mouth. Ooooh yes, suck my cunt, sweetheart. Suck all that slimy stuff out of my cunt!”

“Mommie, your cum is making this shit taste better than delicious. It’s exquisite!”

“Suck it, honey. Suck shit! SUCK SHIT! SUCK SHIT!!”

A skinny redhead came up and squatted down astride Harriet’s mouth and began dumping. She had a long thin turd, about a half inch thick and it kept breaking up and plopping down into Harriet’s mouth, which she gobbled up. Kerry’s eyes were glued on her mother’s mouth sucking up this slimy, gooey shit and swallowing it as piece after piece came down into Harriet’s mouth. Kerry had sucked her mother’s cunt empty and was running her tongue up into the warm tunnel to try and extract more of the woman’s turd.

“My mother is eating shit, I’ve never seen her do this before,” Kerry stared. “Does it taste good, Mommie?”

Harriet swallowed another mouthful, “Yes, honey. It tastes wonderful. I miss this so much!”

“Hi ladies,” another gorgeous woman walked in. “I just got here and missed most of the fun, but I think I’ll be able to entertain you ladies some. I’ve been saving up for a full week now and I’m walking sideways to keep it in!”

“Hi Vonda, you haven’t missed much, we only had two toilet girls here till this afternoon. This afternoon a woman brought her daughter up here for the first time and now the mother is eating shit too, a mother/daughter team.”

“Ms. Lavender told me she had a new girl here. Where is she? I want to really brown her mouth. I feel like I could shit for a week!”

Vonda was beautiful, about 5?7? and weighed no more than 120 lbs. She had long blond hair with a full set of tits that jiggled as she walked. Her nipples were already hard in anticipation. She had a little slender waist, a flat tummy and a lovely bottom that pushed out as she walked. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly molded. She was a dream come true.

Kerry saw this new lady walk in and at once noticed how pretty she was and wanted to offer this lady her mouth.

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Delaware Night

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The stench that was coming from her cunt was incredible, and any sane man would have jumped up and ran to the bathroom to throw up, but who said I was sane. I placed my mouth on her smelly cunt and sucked it as if it were the sweetest cunt in the world, when in reality it tasted like stale piss (not that I ever tasted stale piss before). This mutual sucking must have gone on for twenty minutes or so. As she was on top of me, I had a view of her rectum just inches from my face. In my doped up condition I focused on that shriveled, disfigured and obvious shit smeared hole. The perverse thought of kissing it was so revolting that I almost blew my load in that warm mouth that was working my cock so well. The fear of cumming and “loosing the moment” was strong, so I told her to sit squarely on my face. Her mouth released my cock, and as she sat up, she engulfed my face between her ass cheeks. I moved my hands under her cheeks, spreading them and positioning her filthy anus on my mouth. My lips pressed against the foul hole and I planted a wet kiss on it. As with any kiss, my tongue was involved, and as I started licking and probing her rectum with my tongue, the bitter taste of her dried up fecal matter was leaving a vile taste in my throat.

She appeared to enjoy the attention I was bestowing on her ass, as she was moaning and groaning along with rubbing her ass on my face. All of a sudden she stopped her moaning and lifted up a bit informing me that she had to get up to go to the bathroom. The words came out of my mouth so fast and easy that it shocked me more than her. I had just asked her to use me as her commode. “Are you sure” she asked, and I (still a bit shocked as to what I just asked her) said “absolutely sure”. Grabbing the laundry bag that the motel supplied, I spread it open on the bathroom floor, disrobed and lay face up with my head on the bag. The “KW” was really working overtime on my head, and my heart was pounding like a jack hammer. I had never in my life ever really did this before. I had on occasion, in my sick and perverted mind, fantasized about doing it, but could never find the right partner to service. Here was this woman of my dreams (if you know what I mean) moments away from eliminating all of her body waste in my mouth. It can’t get much better than this! Words can’t begin to describe the erotica I felt as I watched he cellulite covered ass descend down over my face, with the knowledge of what she was about to do. Her pee came first, and as foul as her stale piss was, this was worse. I actually think it mellowed with age. It burned like hell as it flowed down my throat. The fart that billowed out of her ass almost knocked me out, and there is no language on this earth that has a word to describe the smell of her fart. All I remember is that things started to get hazy but I managed to gain conciseness just in time to see her rectum open and the tip of a brownish green turd appearing. I must have blacked out for a short time, because the next thing I knew, my mouth had a putrid, foul smelling and tasting turd in it, and a voice from above telling me to “get ready, more is coming”! I swallowed the thick glob of her shit and kept my mouth open for more of her waste. It came out as a soft, pudding like” flow, and as I swallowed it my excitement got the best of me and I shot a load that was at least a 7 on the Richter Scale. The buzz was still going on in my head, even after I shot my wad, and I proceeded to lick he anus clean (possibly cleaner than it’s ever been) after she used me.

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