Chapter 3 How Morality Fades (Ff scat, analingus) 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. What seemed like a way of avoiding certain starvation over the next weeks became an unusual routine. There was no privacy in the cave and the women could not go much further than one end of the tunnel or the other. Plentiful firewood burned slowly in the rock insulated room, keeping everyone comfortable, so much so in fact that the clothing everyone wore for winter was often hot and unpleasant. Soon things like pantaloons, shawls, over coats, extra petticoats and corsets went into sacks to act as pillows and pretty much other than a blouse and floor length skirt, they wore nothing else besides shoes. Whenever a girl or a woman needed to defecate, the next person in line was kept track of on slate and chalk used for lessons, and if they passed on their turn for a meal, the next name on the list would come due to receive. At first the bitterness and unpleasantness of eating human shit was very hard for the younger girls especially to take. But with the strict rationing of their dry goods, hunger got the better of even the most squeamish among them. Anne was the soul hold out to refuse the meal of excrement. She soon became so weak and dizzy from hunger that her daughter Trudy-Anne became very alarmed that her mother would die, and begged her to reconsider. "Mommy, please..." the little girl's eyes filled with tears as she held her mother's hand as she lay on her bedding weak and listless. "You have got to let me feed it to you. The rest of us are staying alive on it. It tastes bad at first, but after a while, its not so different than really old stew or Grandma's cooking back in New Bedford." Anne shook her head no. "Trudy, its disgusting. I cannot bring myself to put it in my mouth." She drifted off to sleep. Trudy-Anne, not being one to take her mom dying without a struggle asked for the help of Shelly and Charlotte Holton, the 10 year old twins who had fast learned to love the butt meals and greedily offered to lick the tailings of any woman who needed extra ass cleaning. "You two hold Mommy down and hold her nose so she has to open her mouth. When she does I will be ready to poop in it and she will have to eat it then." Shelly smiled at Charlotte, who nodded knowingly back at Shelly. Almost in unison they spoke back to Trudy-Anne "We'll do it if we can lick you clean after." They grinned. Trudy-Anne nodded back in agreement and hiked her dress as Shelly and Charlotte took positions on either side of the sleeping woman. They kneeled quickly on her arms pinning them to the ground, though as weak as Anne Simmons was, there was hardly the need for much force. Anne awoke in a start to find herself thusly man-handled. "Land sakes children what are you doing?" she managed before Charlotte grabbed Anne's chin and forehead, pushing down to force her mouth open. Shelly held the woman's temples so she could not turn away, while daughter Trudy stepped over her mother's chest, lowering her bare bottom close to Anne's face. "Help! Help!" Anne managed a weak cry of distress. The other women gathered around from the chores they had been doing cleaning and mending and fire tending to see what the commotion was. Fanny stepped forward grabbing Trudy-Anne by the arm. "Child what are you doing?" Pulling back Trudy-Anne glared back at the older Matriarch with a determined scowl. "Let me be!" she shouted. "I won't let my mother starve, even if I have to force her to eat! Let me go!" Shelly Holton stepped forward grabbing her twins by their arms yanking them to their feet. "Shelly! Charlotte! I am surprised at you! This is so disrespectful of your elders!" The three girls stood in a line looking at the larger group of women surrounding them as Anne managed to climb weakly on her elbows to speak. "Let them alone. Trudy-Anne was trying to help me, and the twins were doing what she wanted for my own good." "Oh mommy!" Trudy-Anne began to weep again. "If you don't eat then you will die, and if you die I don't want to live anymore!" Anne looked around the room at all the concerned faces of her friends. She knew her daughter was right. "All right then. I will eat the poop. I will eat it for you Trudy-Anne, even though it is disgusting and an abomination." "Its not so bad really." Charlotte encouraged. "Shelly and me have learned to like it." "Actually we love it." Added her sister Shelly. "Even when we get out of here we have sworn to always feed each other.." Shelly looked at her two little girls in surprise. "Shelly and Charlotte, eating human waste is not something one should love! When we get out of here we must all stop doing it, and never tell anyone outside this place how we came to survive the ordeal. It is a filthy and shameful thing we do, but we do it to stay alive." Her twins daughters looked at each other with quivering upper lips as tears began to flow. "Oh Mommy, please don't make us stop!" Charlotte pleaded. "When I put my mouth to your bottom hole and suck it clean I feel like I never felt before. It makes me all warm inside and I feel like I must have it again and again." "Yes Mommy!" added the younger Shelly. "At night when everyone is asleep Charlotte and I suck each others assholes, even though we are out of poop. It makes us feel good and it comforts us against our fears." Shelly Holton and Fanny Headford looked at each other. These were repercussions no one had expected. Still what could a mother say? They had all done it. Perhaps there was an element of perverse pleasure to it. Also boredom and loneliness were starting to make everyone a bit cabin crazy. Shelly shrugged her shoulders. "Well, if we must crap in each others mouths to survive, I suppose enjoying it is the least of our problems. Ok Shelly and Charlotte, do what your nature calls you to." Fanny looked at the other woman and girls in the room who likewise seemed a bit surprised at this latest announcement. "Well? We all are coping with this as best we can! Make the best of a bad situation!" Trudy looked down at Anne who still lay on the floor weak from a lack of food. Lifting her skirt she squatted over her Mom as the other 10 woman and girls looked on. Trudy began to push and a yellowish paste swirled from her tiny pink asshole, dangling above Anne's face and dropping into her mouth as it grew too long. Anne listlessly chewed the filth, her eyes darting from one face to another as the obscene entertainment unfolded. Charlotte dropped to her knees, raising her sister Shelly's skirt and began to lick up and down her sister's crack. Shelly began to massage her hairless pussy and to moan gently, as many in the room became aware that this had gone beyond survival, and had ventured into something new and unexpected. Anne swallowed the shit and scooped the rest from her cheek where it had dribbled. "If I weren't so hungry," she said "this would taste a lot more like shit."