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."