"Well, I only need to piss right now, but I may as well christen her with that. She looks too clean and prim," replied bearded man as he unzipped a large, hairy penis out of his trousers. Claudia let out a whimper and a cry. She squirmed again in fear, this time trying to move her face, but that only rewarded her with futile pain. She could do nothing but lie there and hope he'd miss. She remembered how it infuriated her when Thomas missed the bowl when he lived with her. How ironic this now was.
The man towered over the trough with his dick aimed at Claudia's throat, she flinched as the first few drops landed on her forehead, followed by a consistent stream of urine soaking her from the shoulders up. She coughed and spluttered which was in itself painful due to the restraints on her face. Her mouth rapidly filled and overflowed with warm, salty piss. Coughing again; Claudia accidentally swallowed a few gulps in the process. With her eyes closed she couldn't see that Robert had decided to take a piss as well. He began raining down on the rest of Claudia's body while she continued coughing.
"Don't choke now, there's still a party to serve," said Robert.
Claudia was soaked in a lot of piss and its accompanying smell, but even that was the least of her problems now. She overheard Robert talking to the other man as they walked back to the house, "We might leave her behind the cows for the night," he said.
Claudia's baptism of fire was unrelenting, she couldn't imagine any way the night could get worse, but at this stage she didn't want to tempt fate. She tried hard not to break down among the feeling of anxiety, constipation, nausea, and the idea of a whole party of strangers (and cows) shitting in and around her mouth.
Again footsteps. Claudia heard them enter the barn until a slightly rotund blonde woman with a crop-cut peeked inside. Claudia made pleading eye contact with her, only for the woman to disappear as quickly as she'd arrived. Her new hope was that maybe the guests would take pity on her and pass up the offer of shitting on a strangers face. Her hopes were soon dashed as the woman reappeared and plumped her rotund bottom on the seat. This is really happening, thought Claudia as she was on the verge of finding out just how wishful her thinking had been.
The woman's cheeks spread open under her weight against the toilet seat, revealing a taut asshole aimed right at Claudia's tonsils. A small fart escaped as it tensed and flexed. With her stretched nostrils Claudia caught all of the scent and she realized that there wasn't much clearance between the woman's asshole and her mouth, maybe 20 or 30 centimeters. So far the trough was proving itself to be modified with acute precision.
Maybe the shit will curl away from my mouth, went Claudia's wishful train of thought again. The woman peed first, Claudia was so fixated on her ass that it caught her off guard. This time it mainly sprayed on her neck and chin, running down to the back of her head where her hair was soaked in piss. The woman farted again and Claudia quivered as she could see the woman's rectum shifting in the well lit up barn. The smell of the woman's asshole was already so strong and pungent, even before a log of shit started to poke its head in and out before eventually pushing beyond the rim. The soft crackling sound of waste being squeezed out of someone's rectum was so excruciatingly loud right now and Claudia helplessly watched the woman's shit agonizingly lowered itself towards her. She wished she could just close her eyes and zone-out while everyone did their thing, but like a plane crash her eyes remained fixed on the impending doom; figuring it would be best to know when to brace.
The woman's log approached so slowly that Claudia almost wished it would just fall and put her out of her misery. At the tip a small nugget was starting to detach, breaking off quickly and landing on Claudia's top lip and front teeth. Seconds later, the woman clenched, breaking off the log and landing it right on target. Claudia barely had enough time to taste its nutty bitterness, when another log followed through. Two nice logs now nestled comfortably inside Claudia's mouth, with one log slightly peering out as it leaned against the crevice between Claudia's top and bottom lip. The dental gag was very effective in its design, there was no obstruction in front of Claudia's open mouth, with the top and bottom bars curling nicely around her lips.
The woman pushed and spat out 2 more small chunks which splattered just under Claudia's right eye and on the dorsum of her nose; dangerously close to her hooked nostrils. Claudia's experience as a toilet slave had officially begun and she quickly learned that other people's feces smelled far worse than her own. The woman stood up and began wiping her ass with Claudia's peach colored dress. That explained where she had disappeared to earlier. Like so many other things, it had never occurred to Claudia where the guests would wipe themselves clean. She had no idea how she was going to make the long journey back to London and she wasn't banking on Mistress Eva giving her any fresh clothes on the evidence of her hospitality thus far.
By this point it wasn't any consolation that the first shit Claudia had received was from a woman. At the end of the ordeal what difference would it make? However, the woman's shit was moist and soft in texture, just as she preferred. If not by smell, its other properties reminded her of her own stool. If this was the extent of her session she would have been delighted. Claudia remembered the dildo in her pussy and felt a wet gush, with a hot flush reminding her of the fantasies she'd had about being degraded.
