Authors note: This story contains adults only material, about
scat, scat play and children involved in scat play. If you are
not into scat, this story isn't one you will like. If you are
into scat, its one I hope you will enjoy.



Mrs. Garrett - An evil Foster Parent to Emma
Frank Folker - The Baron and Millionaire pedophile film Producer
Darcy Folker - His cruel 10 year old daughter who has suffered
years of abuse
Emma - Emma DeSands, the heroine and 8 year old victim of this
sad story
(ff scat non consentual, pedophilia)
                                                           Act II

                                                 The Baron's
Estate

(Mrs. Garrett has has cleaned up poor little Emma DeSands, given
her a decent meal and dressed her in her Sunday best white cotton
blouse which she out grew about two years ago. She has taken her
to the Traditional Estate of Baron Frank Folker who runs a
pedophile film studio from his celestial estate. Frank is
accompanied by his star, his own daughter Marcy who is ruthless
and cruel as well as beautiful and young)

(opening the door to Mrs. Garrett's ringing of the bell)

Frank Folker Mrs. Garret you are twenty minutes late for our
appointment
 is this the new girl?

Mrs. Garrett (Emma looks up at Mrs Garrett as we enter - Mrs
Garrett seems to be genuinely impressed, affected and envious of
the luscious surroundings. She tenses up a little at Frank's
harsh words - somehow she grows meek around him).
 "Yes, of course sir, this is Emma, age 8."

 (standing beside Frank is a cross looking Darcy with red curly
hair in a satin dress)

Emma: (I manage a tiny smile but still look nervous)

Frank Folker Hello Emma. I am Lord Folker. This is my daughter
Darcy

Emma "Uhm... h-hello, sir... ( I say, fumbling a curtsy)

Frank Folker ( to Garrett) She is a bit sheepish. Are you sure
you broke her in?

Mrs. Garrett: She broke beautifully, sir - I brought the film, if
you--

Frank Folker  Very good. I will be sure you get your stipend and
finders fee.

Darcy Folker (A 10 year old with flaming red hair and a bad
disposition) Hurry up! I can't hold it all day!

Mrs. Garrett (smiles weakly. Meanwhile, she can't take her eyes
off of Darcy - she looks so confident, almost cruel and her dress
is simply gorgeous)

Darcy Folker ( does an uncomfortable shuffle holding her stomach)
You there. How old are you? You had better eat it right. I don't
like amateurs.

Emma  (swallows nervously) I'm 8...(meekly.)

Darcy Folker you look more like 6.

Emma Y-yes, ma'am... (in a whisper)

Frank Folker Well my princess can't hold on much longer. She took
a strong laxative with her breakfast. Come this way.  (Leads the
three others down a polished marble hallway through castle
passageways filled with paintings)

(Mrs Garrett's eyes shines with greed and envy as she looks at
all this all money)

Frank Folker Mrs Garrett you can wait on the veranda. We will
call you if you are needed

Mrs. Garrett  Hrrm... certainly (she agrees, although she'd
rather have watched Emma's further defilement.)

Frank Folker  (after Garrett leaves)  Now little girl we can be
away from that awful woman. I can't stand social climbers, but
she has provided me some nice little girls. I hope you are one

Emma: I'll try to be good, sir.. ( looking down with a blush)

Frank Folker You know you are here to let Darcy shit on you don't
you?

Darcy Folker She looks too stupid to know very much

Emma: I didn't know before... (feeling miserable. Darcy is so
pretty, but also very mean.)

Emma: I... I can do it, sir.

Darcy Folker Don't worry Daddy, if she can't I will make her eat
shit and like it. (to Emma) If you don't do exactly as I say, I
will have my daddy tie you up and lower you in the pit toilet!

Emma: (tries to tell myself it can't be worse than with Mrs
Garrett - at least Darcy is pretty, and not old and gross.) I'll
be good, miss Darcy ( hurrying  to agree.)

Darcy Folker (wild eyed as she describes) Its full of bugs and
rats and shit 10 feet deep!

Emma:  (whimpers and shivers) Oooh!

Darcy Folker: So you better do a good job!
Frank Folker Darcy honey, don't frighten the help.

Darcy Folker Oh Daddy, can I beat her with some nettles too?

Frank Folker She is just a beginner darling

Emma: (smiles up at Baron Folker, feeling momentarily protected)

Frank Folker  (grinning cruelly at Emma) Perhaps you can beat her
with a strap for a while

Emma:  ( looks down, suppressing a sob)

Frank Folker (looking evil but offering comfort) I was just
kidding Emma. You won't be punished if you do everything I say

Emma: Thank you, sir. I promise I'll be a good girl!

Darcy Folker ( looking dejected) fuck it

(Darcy, Emma and Baron Folker enter a room filled with lights,
cameras placed in several places and a lot of high tech equipment
that has flashing lights and looks expensive. In the middle of
the room is a very fancy bed with white satin sheets)

Emma: "Wow... ( whispers looking around wide-eyed) It's
beautiful... not like at Mrs Garrett's...

(Darcy jumps onto the bed and hops up and down on it)

Frank Folker  Don't bounce on the bed princess, its bad for the
springs. (to Emma)  Little girl, I want you to take this butt
plug and put it in Darcy. I am not ready to film her using you
yet

Darcy Folker Daddy! I have to go now!

Emma  (eyes go wide at the sight of the big, cruel butt-plug)

Frank Folker You can hold it a little longer

Emma: "I've never done that before, should I just, uhm, push it
in? It looks so big!

Darcy Folker dammit. All right, but I want to at least kick her
once.

Frank Folker Just push it up her ass, she has had them lots of
times.

Darcy Folker ...and men's dicks, and dogs, and ponies, and
pigs...
Emma: (her jaw drops at the realization of what Darcy has
endured)

Darcy Folker (bends forward on all fours and wags her pantied ass
toward Emma's face)

Emma: (Emma walks up to the bed, feeling a hint of anticipation
at doing something bad to Darcy... almost hoping it will hurt.)

Darcy Folker: Take down my panties Enema Emma!

Emma: Yes, Miss Darcy, (slipping down Darcy's panties)

Frank Folker (filming) Slow down till I get the focus

Emma: (looks up slowing down as she removes the panties)

(Darcy has an alabaster white ass with the pinkest asshole
imaginable. It looks like candy)

Darcy Folker (bragging) My asshole was in make-up all morning
after breakfast!

Emma:  (blushing a little Emma thinks "It can't be as bad to lick
and eat Darcy as opposed to Mrs Garrett's, horrible old ass,
surely?") It's very pretty...

Darcy Folker Pretter than you! Kiss it!

( Emma gives a quick look to Baron Folker).

Frank Folker Yes kiss Darcy's asshole like a good girl. I made
sure it doesn't stink yet. I had the maid give it a good scrub.

( Emma nods apprehensively, then lean forward placing her lips
against Darcy's small anus. Emma feels small and ugly compared to
this pretty girl with her pretty things)

Darcy Folker (grabs Emma's hair and yanks hard) Eat it bitch!

Emma  Nnnhh!! (Emma makes grunting noises as she starts to lick
and press the tip of her tongue inside Darcy's ass)

Darcy Folker I want it nice and wet before that butt plug goes
in. Use more spit!

(Emma drools over and into Darcy's ass, using her tongue to push
. Trickles of saliva run down Darcy's smooth sex.)

 (The rumbling of shit inside Darcy touches Emma's tongue... it
is a volcano ready to burst. As Emma pulls out her tongue she is
aware of a shit dribble running down her chin)

(Emma, feeling angry and frustrated at Darcy, she just wants to
be the child's friend! Emma takes the butt-plug and pushes it
roughly against Darcy's anus, pressing it in hard)

Darcy Folker Ow, Daddy she hurt me! (turning angrily she slaps
Emma)

(Emma  looks at Baron Folker, for the first time today, in anger)

Frank Folker Little girl you best behave. Now you get on the bed
and pull down your panties.

(Emma gets up on the bed, raises her dress, and pull down her
panties obediently)

Darcy Folker Ugly pussy ugly pussy! She'll never do!

Frank Folker  Princess she is all we have today.

Emma (Emma's heart sinks, and she feels miserable.) Am I really
that ugly?

Darcy Folker (pushes Emma onto the bed on her back) Make her
spread Daddy!

Frank Folker  Do as Princess says

(Emma spreads her legs wide, exposing her virgin pussy even
further)

Darcy Folker (tweeks Emma's tiny clit) wider! Open it up for the
camera you twit!

(Emma  spreads her legs so wide it hurts, and puts her fingers
next to her immature cunt, spreading the lips)

(Darcy reaches under the bed and takes out an enema syringe full
of brown liquid)

Frank Folker Darcy is going to put this up your asshole Emma. It
is full of shit we saved from yesterday's session

Emma (nods and swallows) Is it hers?

Darcy Folker Roll over and spread ass!

(Emma  rolls over onto her stomach, and part my ass-cheeks, her
anus looks very tight and small)

Darcy Folker its mine and 4 other little girls mixed with pee
till its like slime!

(Emma shudders)

(Darcy shoves in the syringe without lube and Emma cries out in
pain but Darcy just shoves it in harder)

Emma (scream as she fills up painfully fast)  Aiiieeehh! (Tears
roll down her cheeks)

Frank Folker That's a good girl, take it in. Its only a couple of
pints

Darcy Folker that should loosen her up good!

(for a small, slim and almost starved girl like Emma, it's
comparable to a far larger amount for a grown woman)

Emma  Oh G-god, I'm so full...(whimpers as her bowels start to
fill up to their limit. Emma's insides start to cramp.)

(Darcy  gets a cut glass crystal bowl and sets it on the floor
next to the bed.)

Frank Folker Let your shit go in the bowl but stay close to the
camera and hold up your dress

(Emma  only barely manage to hold it inside herself until she
gets over the bowl . She expels violently as remembers to pose
for the cameras)

Darcy Folker For a skinny girl she sure has a lot of shit Daddy!

(Emma's tears of pain and shame run down her face as the brown
slime gushes from her ass)

Darcy Folker (*giggles*) Hope you are hungry Enema Emma!

Emma( blushes deeply) Y-yes, miss Darcy... (In a whisper)

Frank Folker Ok Emma lie down so your pussy shows to me and let
Darcy squat over your face

Emma  On the bed? I'm still dirty down there...

Darcy Folker Goodie! And if one spot gets on these blankets, its
the pit toilet for you!
Here wipe your ass with your panties. (hands Emma her own
underwear)

Emma  B-but... (From her violent expulsion of the shit-mix, Emma
is smeared over much of her ass-cheeks)
(Emma nods quickly, and wipes herself with her own panties)

Darcy Folker Daddy she is still all crappy

Frank Folker go ahead and use the inside of your dress Emma. get
your ass a bit cleaner

Emma  (wipes herself with the thin dress, struggling to keep from
crying) I... I'm done now.

Darcy Folker Lie back and open your mouth. I like to shit fast so
you better eat fast!

Frank Folker Princess, I told you shit slowly it makes a better
movie!

Emma Yes, ma'am, (agrees meekly, lying down, legs spread, mouth
obscenely open)

Darcy Folker now pull out my butt plug and don't get it on the
bed!

(Emma slowly pulls the big, thick plug from Darcy's ass, not sure
where to put it, so  Emma  just holds on to it)

Darcy Folker (whimpers at the relief) Ahh! Here it comes shit
face!

(Emma struggles to gape her mouth wide)

Darcy Folker (Darcy's shit starts slowly as dribbles and farts)
Uuuuuh!

(Emma catchs the first specks in her mouth - it tastes bad, but
not as horrible as Mrs Garrett's)

 (Darcy's shit strengthens into a longer steadier rope as it
begins to emerge)

(Emma  whimpers softly,  takes it in her mouth, wanting to
swallow it quickly to avoid the taste)

Darcy Folker eat shit Emma the Enema!

(Emma makes small, sickened sounds as she struggles to eat
without vomiting)

Darcy Folker whats a matter don't like chocolate? (pushes harder
and it gets less firm)

(Emma  swallows the last of the log, and struggles to take the
looser feces. Her throat spasms with gags and retches, but she
manage to keep it down so far)

 (Darcy also starts peeing in Emma's face to make it harder, her
face is a mess of piss and some specks and runs of shit)

Darcy Folker What a moron! Daddy she is a toilet all right!

(Emma makes hulking sounds as she eats Darcy's feces)

Darcy Folker damn I'm all out!

(Emma, Even with disgust, sighs with relief. She thinks she made
it - and without vomiting this time)

Darcy Folker: (Pushed her ass in Emma's  face) But it needs a
good licking.

(Emma laps at Darcy's shit-stained ass, cleaning it with her
tongue)

Darcy Folker: Lick harder! my asshole is sore but I don't want it
dirty. It should be as pink as how you found it

Emma  Nnnh!  ( moans, and struggle to clean it off fully, Emma's
small tongue moves over Darcy's  pretty anus, licking, probing..)

(Darcy sits hard on Emma's face giggling)

Darcy Folker: Daddy, can I do it yet?

Frank Folker Go ahead Princess

(Emma looks up, confused)

 (Darcy jumps up and grabs the bowl of shit as Emma sits up in
surprise)

Emma  N-no, please...(whimpers, her eyes begging)

Darcy Folker well the bed looks spotless....almost!

Emma  P-please, Miss Darcy...

Darcy Folker (Darcy laughs maniacally) Hahahahahaha! How fast can
you eat?

Emma I'm full already... (she mewls)

Darcy Folker (steps on the bed with the bowl holding it over
Emma's head) Open wide!

(Emma cries with shame, opens her mouth and shuts her eyes tight)

 (Darcy begins to pour far faster than anyone can swallow It's
shockingly, unbelievably foul - slimy, semi-rotten...)

Darcy Folker Look daddy! she is letting it get on the bed!

(As Darcy pours, Emma vomits, throwing up all the contents of her
stomach)

Frank Folker (angrily) I thought that bitch Garrett said you were
trained!

Emma  I'm s-s-sorry...(sobs, before throwing up again)

 (Baron Folker grabs a rope and moves toward the bed. Emma is a
complete mess, her light dress smeared with feces and vomit and
sticking to her body)

Darcy Folker put her in the pit toilet Daddy!

Emma P-please...(begs, looking up at him with wide-open eyes)

Frank Folker You were right Princess she is insolent and
disrespectful!

Emma   I didn't mean to...(blubbers, strands of brown vomit
dangling from her chin)

(The Baron and Darcy quickly hog tie Emma)

Darcy Folker Can I hold the rope when we put her down the toilet?

Frank Folker, no last time you dropped the girl in.

(to be continued... )