An Ocean of Misery This is a femdom story with parts written from both male and female points of view. Some scenes are graphic and depict torture including scatology. A judge has beautiful twin daughters. He adores them and will do anything for them. What they desire most is having a full service slave for their ocean cruise they take every summer. The slaves in the past have not enjoyed their cruise and the yacht has docked at summer's end with one less passenger than when they departed. This slave may be different. The twins discover his usefulness before the end of their senior year of high school. Joe becomes a part of The Lady Dragon Fires basketball team. His cleaning skills are enjoyed by the team. Joe is enjoyed even more by the twins. Will Joe make this summer cruise,..... will he return? No part of the characters or story is true. If you would like to comment, please do so. My email is wrighter4u@yahoo.com Please do not send attachments. Neither this nor any of my stories have been proofed or edited by anyone therefore it is likely they contain errors. I doubt if there are errors in the story line. If you find errors of any kind please email me and I will correct them. Thank you for reading my stories. If you mouse click after Hale/ in the address bar, erase all to the right, click enter, you will be directed to the chapters in the correct order as well as my other stories. Chapter One Hiya suckers! I am Sara. My sisters name is Kara. We are identical. You can not tell us a part. Our own parents have problems doing that. Sometimes we get confused! For example, I have a date with a guy I have went out with before, but I want to do something else. No ploblem. Kara goes out with him! Cool uh? Some of the guys have questioned us about this. They know it is possible. We just chide them for not being able to reconize their own girlfriend. Well, don't you think they should know the girl they are dating? We call them dumb dumbs. Boys are you know. We have been playing games with them since forever. We play with adults too. Especially teachers. They are the dumbest of all. Most of them pretend they can tell us a part. We go right a long with them. Smile and say. "How can you do that, you are so smart! You are as good at that as our parents. You are so awesome! They have no clue and wrong as much as right." We have no classes together. Some twins take all their classes together. That is so stupid. Sometimes I go to a class twice, sometimes Kara goes twice. This is really cool on test day! We trade when we do that. Our test scores fluxuate, sometime 75-80, sometimes 95-100. Averages pretty good, uh? Guess you want to know what Kara and I look like, so I will paint you a photograph of us. I will use use words for my brush. I am 34B-22-35. I weigh 120 lbs, I am 5' 7". My inseam for pants is 34". I am very firm and quite strong but not a body builder type. I am in the school weight program. It is required for sports. The B's are identical and are almost C's. They have the lift you would expect them to have. I (we) are very commited to physical fitness and the care of our bodies from head to toe. I have shoulder length plus, black hair with natural auburn streaks, and a lot of it. My favorite arrangement is long spiral curls, it is a little curly naturally. In games and practices it is piled on my head and looks kinda like a pony tail coming from the top of my head. Really cute. I, we have large wide set dark brown eyes, naturally long thick lashes. A lip line similar to Heather Locklear but fuller lips and a more pronounced curve. My teeth are perfectly straight, OK so I wore braces once! High cheek bones. Kinda triangle face. My skin is a golden brown with almost no blemishes. My fingers and toes are long and straight with very nice nails on each. I have a little natural facial hair but it is always removed and not to much on my arms. My legs are always nice. My bush is trimmed 3/4" X 1 1/4" beginning immeadiately above my slit. (None on the sides). Are ya droolin yet! Last year we had Mrs. English for English. She is an old bitch, spinster, no wonder. No one would have her. She is new here, I bet there are a lot of happy students wherever she came from. She thought she was on to us. She started giving different test to different classes! Have you ever heard of crap like that. Well, it caused us not to do so well once, that's all. There are a ton of guys that delight in helping two gorgeous damsels in distress, LOL. We have guys that beg us to allow them to do our homework. Guys that we do not date, would not date. They just value a few minutes of being near us, talking to us, and even hear us say words to them. When we call one of them by name he comes close to getting his rocks off. Twins have lots of advantages in social life as long as they are not the type who gets hung up on, individuality. We do not. We love each other deeply. I know Kara is absolutely gorgeous, she knows I am absolutely gorgeous. We dress exactly alike. To hell with this, "Be your own self crap". We are starting star guards on our high school basketball team. We are seniors. I am eighteen today. Kara is only seventeen and will not be eighteen until next year! Impossible you think. Well You are wrong! Kara will be eighteen tomorrow, January first! That is so cool. We are only five minutes apart. I was born at 11:58, Kara at 12:03. She got all the stuff for the first baby but we shared. We share everything, I mean everything. Maybe only one of us will get married and we will share one husband. That way both of us can play around! Like we are going to do that! Uhmmmmm, hold that thought! We do share intimately. We always share our personal potty. Yeah we have one. We have always had one. There is an endless supply. Know how we get them? Our dad does that. He adores us and would do anything for his gorgeous daughters. He has nobodys appear before him. He is a judge. Sometimes he will let one off on parole if the guy is the right type. My dad is very good at telling that after the sentencing investigation. If the guy fits the personality profile qualifications he may get lucky. Lucky is what his name becomes with us. All of them have been called, "Lucky". Would you like to be "Lucky". Some of you, maybe. Who knows you may sit in our daddy's court someday. :) Kara and I had been, "messing around with this guy". When I talk about,"Messing around with a guy," I am talking about messing around with his mind. I, we, get inside a boys head and drive him crazy. Before he realizes what is happening we have him crazy with lust. He will do anything for us, even commit murder if we wanted him to. Well this guy was a nobody. (That is the kind we choose, for obvious reasons.) His name was Joe. The name fit him, plain and simple. He had been in trouble with the law, minor stuff. My dad was his judge. He told us about him. Sicked us on him so to speak. He enrolled in school last Jan. We owned him in a few weeks. He could not believe his good fortune. All it cost him was his body, his soul, and his life. A small price to pay for what we gave him. He was sooo lucky! I mean for a guy that would be twenty-one the day after graduation who was never going to amount to anything. His elevator did not go all the way to the top. You know, he was a brick shy of a full load. His going on a summer cruise with us was unbelievable! He was a ward of the state, lived in a foster home. The state would lose all interest in him when he turned twenty-one. Yep, one day he was a kid who could not care for himself, according to state statutes. The next day he was a full fledged adult solely responsible for his own fate. His fate was sealed. He did not know that though. Even his senior year high school experiences never gave him a clue. I bumped into him in the hall, I had stood around the corner waiting for Kara's signal for almost five minutes. She signaled and I lowered my head, raised my books, rounded the courner and wiped his ass out. He went down flat. His books flew everywhere. I said. "I am so sorry." Then I laughted. He was wearing wire glasses, they were bend and setting on his face cockeyed. It was so funny. Kara took a pic with her phone. His nose was bleeding a little, not from the inside but from the outside where his glasses cut him. Those glasses were not made for impact! I turned on my left foot. All of my weight was on it. It was on his hand. 120 lbs of girl muscle turned on his hand. He screamed in pain. I smiled secretly to myself. I refrained from a laugh. That requires control. There I was, a Goddess, standing on the nobody's hand. He was in pain groveling at my pretty feet. Both of us were at our rightful place. Even with him screaming I shifted my weight so I could come down with a little bounce. He moaned that time. Oh, that felt so good. I love it when a nobody is suffering at the hands, or feet, of a superior. I love it even more if that superior is ME A crowd was starting to gather so I reluctantly stepped off his hand. The skin was torn, bleeding, and looked like it may be swelling. He would have pain to remind him of me for a while. I love it, just love it! I made it look good for those around me. "I am so sorry,let me help you. I stepped on your hand too. That does not look at all good. I am sorry, uh uh uh, well what is your name?" He was having a little trouble regaining composure. He was trying very hard to keep from crying, I think. I would have laughted if he had. He finally managed to say, "Joe, my name is Joe". I reached down my hand to help him up. You should have seen him. He thought he had crashed through the gates of heaven and I was an angel. Boy did he have a lot to learn! Kara walked away leaving him in my very competent hands. When I said, "hi," his glasses steamed up. No, really, they did! The fool had no idea I had caused him all that pain on purpose. He had a hand that may required medical attention just because it was on the floor and I wanted to see a little pain register on his pathetic loser face. I helped him with his books. I asked, if he was new in school,(I knew he was), what class he had 1st hour, if he knew where it was located. I had the same class so, I walked him to class. I handed him my books and said, When a guy walks with ME, he carries!" This guy could barely talk. He would have carried me. He would have loved to carry me! I giggled a lot, that did not help his speech any. His hand had already stopped bleeding. I did not hurt it as much as I wanted to. I sat by him in class. I introduced him as a new student. Of course I told the class how I met him. One of the guys said. "If you survived a collision with Sara and are not in the hospital, you are one tough dude!" Everyone laughted. He turned a few shades of red. I let him carry my books. I was hoping the extra books would make his hand hurt a little more. Pain is good for some guys. It builds character! :) I took them from him when we got to my locker. I got Kara's next hour books and handed them to him. I went to the ladies room and got my 2nd hour book from Kara. You know what she did. She walked out first and walked to her next hours class with Joe calling her Sara. We did this to him for three days before he caught on. Kara and Sara sound so much alike we made him believe the ones that called us the right name said the wrong name. He did not know there were two of us. The other studens helped. Everyone enjoyed the joke. On the surface it was a harmless joke. For us it was helping Joe make the first step. A giant step down a one way road. A road of pain and humiliation for him, convenience, fun, and pleasure for us. He had been chosen to play the part of our, "Summer boy". Know what we do ever summer? We take a cruise. My dad takes a couple months off from the extremely stressful job of being a judge and making life or death decisions. We sail to various ports. We have been everywhere. We have a 130 foot yacht, complete with a crew that has been with us as long as I can remember. They are well paid. They have a great life and appreciate it. They think we are the greatest people in the world. Hey, we are! They would do anything for us. Loyal people are a must in todays world dad always said. back to loser Joe. The day he discovered we were twins, we introduced him to another phase of his training. We let him wash our car. There was a big game and we simply did not have time. We wanted our car to be clean because we were going on a double date after the game for sandwiches and cokes. We had had this date for weeks, since the last day of school before break. We always kept our dates. We are always honorable and truthful.:) We told him how much we appreciated his cleaning our car up really good. We even let him clean our car the day after too. We put our panties under the seat for him. Not the ones we were wearing, much dirtier ones. We wanted Joe to have a memory of us. He cleaned our car good again. Gone was the dirt, gone were the stale fries, gone were two pair soiled panties. He had taken the bate. Joe had just taken One more step towards an ocean of misery. We had cafeteria at the same time. We let Joe carry our trays while we flirted with the guys. He had to go back through the line to get his food. By that time we were almost through eating. We were leaving just as he got there. Kara said, Joe would you dump all of our trays when you finish eating, we have a few thing to do. We will be in the student lounge. All eight of us left our trays for Joe to take care of. I flashed him a warm smile and let him watch my ass as I walked away. Kara's and the other two girls asses looked good to. Kara and I looked back just as we were exiting the cafeteria, he was still staring at our asses. He would get many a close look. He would learn every little inch of them by heart. Just as the bell was about to ring he came in the lounge. Scott and I had just finished a quick kiss, Kara was still holding Todd's hand. Joe knew he was not our boyfriend and would never be. He love to be in our company though. Just looking at us and hearing us speak awed him. He always had this worshipful look in his eyes when he looked at us. We let him walk down the hall with us. Yeah, he carried Kara's and my books. The students were starting to whisper about the twins and their slave. Hey, we deserve a slave, we are royalty, Joe is nothing. He gave Kara her books. She walked in her room and he continued to walk down the hall with me. I let him walk a little behind me so he could look at my ass. I wanted him to, that ass would own him. Maybe it already does! "Joe," I said to him as we were sitting down. "I want you to carry my gym bag home and wash my uniforms for me. Kara wants her's washed too. We have a game tomorrow night." I said this just loudly enough for Donna to hear. Donna was a 6' power forward. She was only a sophomore but played on the varsity. She was good. "Joe, would you be a dear and wash mine too?" She asked with a big smile. Donna was not goddess material, by a long shot. She was kinda pretty though in a big sort of way. She was 5" talker than me and 50 lbs heavier. If she had stepped on Joe's hand, and did what I did, it would be in a cast! "Yes, Donna, I can wash them at the same time." Good news traveled fast. Joe had 12 sets of girls uniforms to wash by the days end. He would have more from now on. The Varsity had acquired a slave. At practice we told our coache how Joe asked to be in charge of our uniforms. He made Joe assistant manager. Joe would get to do all of our uniform laundry. He would be responsible for making sure we had the right color uniforms clean, and on the trip or in our locker room if it was a home game. Joe would also get to clean our locker room and our bath, shower and toilets. Coach Hughes was surprised when we told her Joe wanted to do this for us. Joe already knew he would tell her he wanted to. Coach Hughes was 6'5" and was huge, yeah, Coach Hughes was huge! Have you ever seen a basketball girls locker room, shower, and toilets after a game or hard practice. It is a mess. Lots of girls do not bother to flush. The place smells of sweat, stinky socks and shoes, urine, and even shit sometimes. We were not very tidy for the janitor. We would be a lot less tidy for Joe. All of the girls knew he was slave material. You know, made to be used. Anyway, Joe washed the twelve uniforms, did a fabulous job too. From then to the end of the season he had varsity and jv uniforms to care for. Of course we started leaving him our panties, sport bras, and socks. Kara told me she walked in on him yesterday. She caught him. He was laying face down on a bench, socks under his nose and panties in his mouth. I asked her what she did. She said she just said, "Hi, Joe, having fun with those. Here I forgot to leave these for you," She said she tossed him a pair of her panties and laughed as she walked away. Well......we are normal girls, almost. We can keep secrets. It is just all of those people we tell that can not keep them. By the end of the next day every girl on the team knew about that little incidence. If Joe ever had one ounce of respect, he lost it. He was the basketball girls slave. All twenty-two of them. In a week he was getting remarks like, "Does my panties taste better than Sara's? Which taste best, petite or large? Do you know whose panties you are eating? Love my socks, do you? This escalated of course. Within a couple games we were wiping our ass on our panties if we could take a dump after a game. After a hard workout, it is a natural thing. He got a lot of shitty panties! Our panties always came back nice and clean. We knew he was eating our shit, we just knew it! Many started pissing on their panties too. You know, just the crotch. Kara and I liked to leave a glob of cum in ours. We were using Joe in the most degraded way, well.......almost, he was just becoming more experienced for his stroll down an ocean of misery lane. There was the time before we went to state. We had been ranked number one all year. Three days at the capitol playing on the same court the university played on. We won 4th my sophomore, third my junior year. This year we were winning first. Everyone knew it. Joe got to go with the team. He had done an incredible job keeping our uniforms and our facilities clean. Never had our locker room, showers, and toilets been kept so clean. We had that joke we told Joe a lot. "Joe, I swear those toilets look so clean you could eat out of them!" We were more than a little suspicious he really had. Kara and I had a plan. We put a video camera in the tile above stall number three. I took a dump there just before time for Joe to come to clean for us (They were not numbered, just the third stall). He was coming to clean them as I was leaving. He could not get in if we did not want him to. He did not know the combination. If the numbers were not punched in, the door did not open. On the third incorrect try it would not open without a key from Coach Hughes. I timed it of course. Accidents are planned, the good ones anyway! "Hi Joe, good thing you did not get here sooner. You would have caught me in stall number three. Darn, I bet I forgot to flush. Sorry Joe." I laughed, my low throaty laugh. My voice is lower than most girls. I can be sexy soft, or very loud. "That is ok, Sara." He said. "I am used to that. You ladies are not the tidiest people I ever knew, but you sure can play basketball. I appreciate being assistant manager. I have always thought you and Kara had a lot to do with that. Thank you. You and Kara are awesome." "Thank you Joe, I hope you still think so after you go in there!" Oh, I can't wait until I see the video, I thought. Never have I looked forward to seeing one anymore than I looked forward to seeing this one. I smiled again as I walked away. Joe had went inside. He did not even wait to see me and my gorgeous ass walk away. I guess there was something else from me he wanted to look at! Kara and I came back to school. The gym was always open until 10:00 Either boys and girls had practice every night except Saturday and Sunday. The boys state championships were one week later than ours. They were practicing. We would leave tomorrow for state. We went straight to the camera. We rewound the tape while still in the locker room. The place was so clean and tidy. Maybe Kara and I would help the girls get another slave, or I mean assistant manager next year. If he knew what was going to happen to this one he probably would not be interested! We were so excited. Sure enough it shows Joe as he opened the door. We giggled, it was obvious by his expression that there was an unmpleasant odor! He looked in the commode a few seconds. He put his hand to his belt. He unfasten it and zipped down his pants. He let them fall around his knees. His shorts were down in a flash. His dick sprung out. He had a hard on already. We joked about him jacking off so much in the toilet that every time he smelled shit he got a hard on! He dropped to his knees and started jacking off. As he jacked off, he slowly lowered his head to the toilet. Both of us were fingering ourselves. Watching Joe was making us so hot. The camera picked up his moaning sounds. He pushed his head farther into the toilet. My gosh his whole head was in it. His face had to be near my shit. Darn we could not see if he was actually eating it. Oh I hoped he was. He stayed in that position until he got his rocks off. He raised up and put his clothes back up. His face was still facing the floor. I wish we could have mounted a camera to pick up that angle. Not possible though. Maybe we should have had mirror tiles in this floor! His head started to raise!.....He turned his head towards the door away from the camera. We still could not see his face. He walked out of the stall and over towards the sinks. We could hear water running and........the unmistakable sound of gargling. Why would he be gargling if he had not taken at least one bite? We thought that was all that was on the tape of any value but, he came back in the stall, bent over and put his head in the commode and took a deep breath and held it. How does he do that! The stench had to be awful that close to my shit and in a confined area like the commode. It is bad enough in the room, but having your head in the toilet, UGHHHHHH! Both of us were wet. We pulled off our panties. We each had a spare pair in our locker. We left ours on the seat of stall number three. Just so he would know they were ours we put our initials on the waist band of our lady jockeys. Joe would find them there when he cleaned again. That would not be until we returned from the games at state. The cum would be very stale but unless I miss my guess, Joe will still enjoy them. With every action he draws closer to his ocean of misery. Kara and I will enjoy him tremendously!