"Mmm hmm!" Natalie cooed. "Come on, we simply must be going. Mrs. Devlin won't be kept waiting forever. And didn't your mum teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" She extended her hand, pulling Jennifer to her feet before slapping her sharply on the rump.
"Cah ah thwallo eh yeat? Jennifer's eyes, two unreadable holes in the night, had widened significantly. She thrust an angry finger between her legs in concern for the orgasm that she wouldn't be able to have until Natalie's shit was safely in her stomach where it belonged.
"Not yet Jenni-loo!" Natalie grinned, bouncing her finger off of Jennifer's nose playfully as she ushered her friend down the hall.
Though it hadn't gotten any brighter, Natalie could easily make out the stone walls and the path ahead. "Funny, when we first got here, I couldn't see a thing. I guess I'm adjusting to the light." She took Jennifer by the hand, noticing a few spatters of brown drool around her mouth.
They made their way to a soft scattering of dancing amber where the corridor terminated into a much larger room. They stood before a massive barred-iron door with two gothic sconces on either side throwing their flickering light across the room. Natalie, noticing the mess Jennifer had truly made of her face, gestured to her to wipe it off. Jennifer understood and scraped the filth away from her mouth with the back of her hand. The saliva collecting around the lump of shit on her tongue had begun to turn into a thick slime, filling her mouth with brown drool. Jennifer allowed some of this to gurgle into her throat, hoping Natalie wouldn't notice as she quaffed the liquid filth into her tummy.
Mrs. Devlin emerged from the shadows, seemingly from nowhere. She had changed from her sensible traveling dress to something much more appropriate for the evening's activities.
Her laced leather boots extended well above her knees, wrapping her lower thighs in mirror-black luxury. Her rugged mini skirt looked as if it were made from two six-inch-thick leather belts tied together in a classic bow and barely obscured the lace of her crotch-less silk panties. Her steel-boned corset traveled up her frame asymmetrically, wrapping her right side in decadent leather while the skin of her left arm and upper chest glowed resplendently in the quivering torchlight. Her normally tame blonde hair flowed freely around her head to become a luxurious mane of glowing caramel and her eyes shimmered with pride as her gaze fell to the wet brown stain clinging to Jennifer's lips.
She smiled as slid forward to meet them. Natalie studied Mrs. Devlin's ensemble with envy, imagining how ridiculous she looked squatting over Jennifer's face in her little yellow shift dress.
"Darling, I see you've earned your charms." Mrs. Devlin reached for Jennifer's neck, grasping her platinum necklace and holding it up to the light. "Seems you were quite eager to prove yourself...good girl." Mrs. Devlin winked as she ran her finger over Jennifer's mouth and the smudge of brown still clinging to her lips. Jennifer nodded, maintaining her easy smile as her head raced with possible explanations for the lump of shit slowly dissolving on her tongue.
"And I trust..." Mrs. Devlin let Jennifer's necklace fall as she caressed her chin, looking deep into her eyes. "I trust you will continue to be a good girl for me darling?"
Jennifer nodded in agreement as the butterflies caged in her stomach broke free and danced along her limbs. How would she explain the shit still in her mouth? She looked past Mrs. Devlin to Natalie, silently pleading with her eyes.
Natalie relished Jennifer's desperation for a moment before tipping her head quickly.
Jennifer pretended to cough, bringing her hand to her mouth and growling into her open palm as she choked Natalie's shit into her stomach. She bent her head down to her chest, hoping Mrs. Devlin wouldn't see the telltale ripple of her throat. After coughing for real several times she spoke. "Sorry, Mrs. Devlin." Jennifer coughed again. "I'm still a little queasy from my...evaluation."
"That's understandable darling. But you are..." She paused. "Just checking in...you are here for this aren't you?" She leaned close. She reached for the tiger's eye stone on Jennifer's necklace and held it up for her to see. "THIS...means you are a fully functional toilet slave, I expect you to behave like one..." She paused, studying the emotions playing out on Jennifer's face while brandishing her pristine teeth like a wolf preparing to strike before pivoting to a soft smile. "But more importantly Jennifer, I hope you WANT to behave like one!"
"Of course Mrs. Devlin. I do, I really do!" Jennifer cleared her throat again.
"You're telling the truth right? This isn't just to find Lauren. You really, really want to do this?"
Jennifer looked from Mrs. Devlin to Natalie and back again. She couldn't imagine saying no to any request either of them might make of her. And a deep part of her hoped against hope that she might have a repeat of her night at the Holiday Inn, strapped to a bed, obligated to eat the shit of whoever decided to make use of her. Of course she wanted to do this!
Her eyes glittered in the light as she spoke in a quivering, gentle voice. "Yes, I want to be here more than anything." Jennifer slid her hand up the soft leather of her mini-dress to clutch her necklace.
Mrs. Devlin pursed her lips as she looked Jennifer over. "I just want to make doubly sure. If you can't handle your little evaluation there's no way you'll be able to withstand what's waiting for you behind this door."
"That...won't happen again." She looked past Mrs. Devlin to Natalie, narrowing her eyes to Natalie's sardonic grin. She decided it was best to keep her little pit stop with Natalie a secret.
"It would have helped if Rabecca gave me some pee to wash her shit down."
Mrs. Devlin smiled. "Darling, I'm afraid most girls need to pee first and poo second so that's out of the question unless you are serving multiple mistresses."
"Well that won't be a problem, because I hope to serve as many as possible tonight!"
"I am glad to hear it. Very glad. If you embarrass me I will have to punish you severely. I don't want to have to do that--you don't want me to have to do that. I'm afraid it will ruin what we're beginning to build here. It's just that...I see hesitation in your eyes and I want to make sure we address this before we move along."
"Mrs. Devlin...if you're seeing anything in my eyes its...well...I guess it's wonder. It's me not believing I like this as much as I do. If you told me a month ago...any of this...any of the things I've done, I'd have run screaming. But...I love this." She folded her hands and looked down at her own body before looking up to meet Mrs. Devlin's eyes. "I absolutely love this...why?"
"Darling. Look. I had to teach myself a few things...the most important being not to worry. I remember feeling the same way you do now. A long time ago, before many lessons that I had to learn the hard way. Just check in...with yourself I mean. You've loved everything you've done so far, correct?" Mrs. Devlin wrapped her arms around Jennifer's neck and held her gaze for a beat before letting her arms fall to her sides. The seductive twinkle in her eyes had given way to a warm glow of genuine concern every bit as real as her usual mask of lust. "You have, haven't you?"
Jennifer paused as she went over the last few weeks. She'd do it all again in a heartbeat. Everything from accepting Lauren's shitty kiss that first night to servicing Natalie in the darkened hallway. Even being forced to walk around with a hidden mouthful of shit was a delight she hoped she could soon repeat. She looked up, nodding her head.
"Yes," she murmured.
"And do you feel anything other than rabid excitement for what might happen to you in there?" Mrs. Devlin nodded towards the mammoth iron door.
"No." She shook her head slowly from side to side.
"You DO want to be my dirty little girl right?"
Jennifer nodded again.
"Good. So stop beating yourself up. You don't need to know why--I don't need to know why. Knowing that we do...that's enough." She folded Jennifer's hands into her own and brought them to her lips, kissing them softly. "Feelings just...are. All we can do is allow ourselves to have them."
