Disclaimer: This is a story of pure fiction and fantasy. Do not expect conventional. This story involves elements of scat, pee, shemale (female with male genitalia) activity, and extreme domination. Have an open mind and suspend your disbelief.
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Thank you guys for your reading this story so far. I especially appreciate the followers and positive votes for this series. I certainly wasn't expecting positive ratings for an outlandish, insane story. I did this basically as a way to share my fantasies and daydreams. I appreciate the views. If you have been reading and following the series, and you think you have an idea for a good story, let me know. If I'm into it I'll give it a go. I was thinking of dipping into the incest well in the future.
Also, thank you to the poor souls that have to sift through these sick stories before they are posted.
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I woke up to a hand pushing on my shoulder.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I looked to see who it was. It was dick-slut. Her massive cock dangled in my face while she looked over me.
"S-sorry..." She said in a pleading tone. I was in no way her Mistress, but she naturally had a submissive manner. "Mistress says you need to come eat your dinner."
"Shit, what time is it?" I asked, still in a daze, with my asshole throbbing from my punishment earlier.
"I'm... not sure." She said, as if she wasn't expecting to be asked that. "We don't have clocks in here. Last time I saw what time it was, Mistress was walking me in public."
"But Mistress said it's time for your dinner, and you have to do what she says." She said with an almost demanding tone. I shot her an irritated glance in my waking grumpiness. She backed away.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound like that!" She said in a near panic. This bitch really was a natural sub.
Dick-slut left and went into the bathroom. I carefully got up off my bed and started to walk out my door. I noticed it was at least late. It was dark outside and the house lights were on.
"Fuck, it hurts so bad." I said in my head as I reached around and rubbed my swollen brown hole. As I walked by the bathroom I saw dick-slut on her knees scrubbing the floor of my juices. God, there was so much. My asshole ached at the reminder. I walked in and sat down at the toilet to piss. I decided to have some fun with dick-slut. I spread my legs and stared at her from my seat. Her gaze slowly turned away from the floor and up to my fat pussy. I grabbed the meat that hides my pink slit and pulled it back, exposing my pee-hole and clit. I watched her slowly crawl towards me, until her face was a few inches from my crotch. We both looked at the door, then looked back at each other. We knew Mistress would give us a pretty severe punishment if we did something without her permission.
"I know you like piss, and I have plenty for you... If you want it..." I said coyly. Her face got closer until it was an inch from my moist pussy. I started to release my urine, not waiting for her to make up her mind. I didn't have much time before Mistress would get impatient. Dick-slut quickly placed her lips around my pee hole, expertly creating a perfect seal. I heard gulp after gulp as she tried her best to keep up with the heavy stream. She was truly a professional piss drinking slut. I felt her suck the last out, which made me shiver and almost moan.
"Mmmmmm" Dick-slut quietly moaned as she went back to her cleaning, her giant cock starting to get hard. I got up from the toilet and went downstairs into the kitchen. Mistress turned to me while cleaning up after her cooking.
"What did you learn, pig?" Mistress asked calmly.
"I... I learned not to cum without permission, Mistress." I said with my head hung in shame. I was again reminded of my worn and sore asshole.
"Good whore. Now sit down. I made some special tacos for you." She said with a sly smile. I carefully sat down at the table and immediately noticed the pungent aroma of my food. They looked like normal tacos, meat, lettuce, and cheese in a hard shell, well about 10 of them. Another daunting meal was ahead of me.
"Go on and eat up, I gotta keep my little piggy fat. Isn't that right?" She asked.
"Yes, Mistress." I said as I picked up the first one. "What kind of meat is it, Mistress?"
"It doesn't matter. I told you to eat, and you will eat." Mistress said, starting to get annoyed.
"Sorry, Mistress." I said as I brought the first one up to my mouth and took a bite. The taste was incredibly strong. I kept chewing, trying to figure out what it was. I happened to glance at the bucket sitting on the counter. It was the same one mistress had me put my mess in from early today.
"Oh god, Mistress is making me eat my own shit." I realized in horror. Mistress must have noticed this. She put her hand on my shoulder.
"You're going to have to get used to it eventually. When I order you to serve my bathroom needs, you'll need to handle it like dick-slut. She was difficult. A couple of times I had to force her to eat by giving her the option of swallowing it, or not being able to breathe. You don't want that." She brought her face close to mine. Her body language changing from comforting to intimidating in an instant. Her massive, shapely body towered over my tiny, chunky frame. "So be a good, fat piggy and eat your food. I was nice by mixing in some actual meat. So thank me for your fucking meal and eat it all!"
I recoiled in fear. "Thank you mistress! I'm sorry."
"Good girl. I'm going to get dick-slut and get everything ready for your first REAL night!" She yelled giddily as she pranced away. I kept trying to eat. I gagged every 10 seconds, but I managed to keep it down. I watched Mistress walk by with dick-slut in tow on her leash. I was trying to listen in to what was going on to take my mind off of my meal.
"Get on the chair." Mistress calmly ordered. I couldn't see what was going on around the corner. I heard straps and buckles fastening. Sometimes I would hear dick-slut moan or yelp in discomfort, but was always silenced by Mistress.
I was getting to the end of my meal when Mistress came in.
"How's my piggy doing? Are you going to keep it down like a good girl?" She sternly asked.
"Yes, Mistress." I said. My nausea building up just as I finished the last bite. Mistress then attached my leash and pulled me into the room I peered into earlier to see dick-slut being impaled and whipped. It had all kinds of lights, mats, and cameras. Thankfully none of them looked directly at the door, or else I was going to be in huge trouble when Mistress reviewed her session from earlier. There was a black leather couch, a short, narrow coffee table with a massive dildo still affixed to the center, a couple of cabinets, a laptop on a cart, A large tub sink, and a small chair, with dick-slut tightly bound to it and gagged. She had two cameras pointed at her from different angles. Mistress pulled me into the view of the cameras.
She looked into one of the cameras and began to speak. "Hi guys! I'd like to thank you for 10 million total views! As a reward for you guys, I brought in this little slut." She gestures to me as I look away from the camera. She grabs my jaw and turns my face to the camera.
