Ariadne, Part 2 - Billy the Shit Eater
TRAINING
The ripe smell of shit slithered up into my nostrils. In desperation, I
looked up at Ariadne, as if she might change her mind about this. But
she was serious. She hovered there above me, watching me with her cold
eyes of steel. "Eat it," she said.
Bracing myself, I opened my mouth and brought my face to the turd end
that faced me, wincing with disgust as I sucked the shit from the plate
and onto my tongue. I sucked the turd into my mouth and bit into it
while my hands frantically grabbed the edge of the table on either side
of me, while I sucked back and began to chew the shit that filled my
mouth in grimacing pain.
"What a good boy, you are," she said. "That's right, bite into it.
Begin to chew. I want you to taste it, slowly, all around your mouth.
Don't swallow yet," as if anyone could swallow such a disgusting
product. But I chewed, and chewed some more. The taste was repulsive,
but then I found myself calming down, as Ariadne ran her hand gently
along my cheek, bulging as it was with her shit. She moved around me
and sat down on the coffee table, her naked bottom sitting on the cold
marble next to my plate of shit.
"Um, yummy," Ariadne said. "You will make a good shit eater, won't you
Billy! You may be a keeper, after all. Now let me see you swallow.
Swallow the shit." Her eyes grew dark as she stared directly into my
face, watching me chew shit, watching me prepare to take it down my
throat.
My eyes rolled back and went wide, a physical reaction attempting to
signal the impossibility of eating her shit. Nonetheless, I continued
to chew and brought the crap to the back of my throat. I began to
swallow with great difficulty, my stomach going into spasms of pain,
the chunks of feces sliding reluctantly down my throat, settling so
uneasily in my stomach where, according to Ariadne, the shit belonged.
My mouth made rounded disturbed movements, while I tried to stop myself
from throwing up. And then I belched, and a breath of fecal stench
escaped violently from my mouth. Ariadne leaned back and away, trying
to not smell my awful breath. Suddenly, her hand came smashing across
my face, and my eyes went blinded with the pain that shattered through
my head. Then I felt her leathered hand and the sharp steel claws of
her glove tips, as she took my jaw in her left hand.
"Don't ever burp your shitty breath in my vicinity again!" Ariadne
warned... "I don't ever-ever-want to smell your sewer breath. You are
disgusting."
With that she presented a large wooden spoon and scooped up a huge
amount of shit. "Open up, shit eater, and stick out your tongue!" she
said as she squeezed my jaw painfully, forcing my mouth opened wide.
"It's time to pack your toilet mouth with shit!"
Ariadne then shoved the enormous mouthful of shit past my lips and
smeared it across my tongue, so the spoon came clean and my mouth was
full of shit again. "Keep your mouth open," she said. "We're not done
here." Ariadne again scooped up another large amount of shit, and then
packed my mouth again, this time, forcing it all back, shoving it to
the back of my throat.
"Open wider," she continued. "I need more room. There's a lot of shit here."
At this point, Ariadne began scooping up the entire pound of shit. She
gathered up every thick glob of the turd in large chunks, repeatedly
packing my mouth more and more, until my lips were forced wide open to
their limits. All you could see was a wide open mouth and a surface
layer of shit smoothed but stuffed between the rounded lips, filling
the mouth completely. "Stay there," she instructed. "Don't eat it. I
want to get my camera."
Tears were streaming down my face. My mouth was packed with fecal
matter, thick fecal matter, and I thought of course that I must look
disgusting. And then she was back, sitting back down on the table, with
a camcorder. She had already flipped it on, and she held the lens up to
me and began playing with the zoom. Adjusting the lamp to shine
directly on my face, she continued to film me for nearly five minutes,
all the time reminding me not to eat it, not to swallow. "Taste it,"
she kept saying, so the camcorder could hear her words. "Taste my shit,
Billy." At last, Ariadne tired of filming me with a mouthful of shit
and, as she put the camcorder down, she remarked, "That will make a
great video for parties."
She continued, "What a good shit eater you are, Billy. The tears were
an excellent addition. Which reminds me. I have some creative ideas
too."
Ariadne leaned towards me, and as she brought her hands forward, I
could see that she held some transparent packing tape, about three
inches wide. She ripped out a long strip of tape and wound it around my
head, centering it across my mouth as she continued to stretch it
around several times. Within a few seconds, my mouth was wrapped into
position, fixed wide open, packed with shit, and the transparent
packing tape made a sort of window onto my shit-filled face.
"That's perfect!" Ariadne exclaimed. "I think this is how you are going
to be spending your weekends. "Now, remember, don't eat it. Keep the
shit in your mouth. If you have to swallow some from time to time as I
know you will want to, being a shit eater, and all, then that's okay.
But no chewing. Keep your mouth in position, so that I can see how
packed with shit it really is. That's right you piece of shit, taste my
shit. I know you love it."
There I sat, stark naked, with my mouth packed with shit and my ass on
the cold floor. It was then that the doorbell rang. Suddenly, Ariadne
was excited. "O my God," she practically squealed. "He's here. He
actually made it! This is too perfect." And then she turned to me, and
said, "Get up. Stand over here," as she guided me into the middle of
the room, and facing me towards the foyer. She turned up all the
lights, so now I was standing there in the exact center of my own
living room, completely naked, my mouth wide open but packed with shit,
and my giveaway cock sticking straight out and dribbling with cum. My
heart was pounding with fear. I had no idea what was going to happen
next. Who was "he?"
"Spread your legs, Billy." She said, and I did as I was told. "That's
right, a little wider. Now bend forward, slightly and stick your butt
out. Spread your legs a bit wider." The doorbell rang again, and again
Ariadne seemed to get more agitated. Then she seemed to calm herself
and went directly to the front door.
HUMILIATION
As I stood there in this awkward position, I heard some laughing, and
then some silence. And then I heard the sounds of passion, groaning and
fondling. People falling over, shoes coming off, and more groaning.
After about fifteen minutes that seemed to last forever, Ariadne came
into the room, pulling a naked man by the cock. And what a cock it was,
it was at least ten inches of thick hard meat. Ariadne looked flushed
and glowed with sexual excitement. Looking straight into my eyes, she
said, "Billy, this is Robert. Robert, meet Billy." Ariadne continued to
guide him by his erection into the room. "Billy eats shit, Robert. Can
you imagine?" And then she said, "Robert is a man, Billy. His cock is
five times the size of your little pencil dick. Look how small you
are." I glanced down briefly at my hard cock, which indeed was so small
by any comparison. More pre-cum oozed from its tip, falling to the
floor.
"Look how turned on the little toilet is, Robert. He loves humiliation.
Since he's my future husband, I guess that's what he's in for from now
one. Don't I owe it to my husband to fulfill his sexual needs?"
My initial thought was that Robert was merely some stud she had located
who wouldn't be too bright. Perhaps this terrible humiliation was for
my benefit. Perhaps I needed it, and Robert wouldn't care or understand
it anyway, since he was probably a mover or a truck driver who was
simply fucking my wife for his own stupid pleasure. Then Robert spoke.
"So what's that? He's got a mouthful of shit there? Is it your shit or his shit?"
"That's my shit." she replied. "He's going to be eating shit for the
rest of his life, if I get my way. And I will!" Then she turned to me
and said, "A real man would never eat shit, let alone stand there with
a mouthful while his wife made love to another man. Watch this, Billy."
With that, Ariadne went down on her knees. It was only then that I
realized she was wearing her black kneepads from roller-blading, which
is how Ariadne likes to keep fit.
Ariadne lowered herself to Robert's feet. I could see her beautiful ass
spreading wide again, as she went down, and I remembered how I came to
have a mouthful of shit. She lowered her face below his balls and
started sucking furiously on his testicles. She shook her head
exotically a few times, as if trying to get her bangs out of her face.
Turning slightly, probably to ensure that I could see her mouth
actions, she began to lick up the length of his huge cock, kissing it
with an amazing passion and a lust for it that I had never seen when we
were together. Reaching the head of his penis, she chomped down onto it
and took most of it into her mouth, her lips spreading what must have
been painfully wide, as she slid her face down over his cock all the
way to his balls. I had never seen such a voracious slut. With me she
had always been rather quiet, seeming to be happy when sex was over.
Often, if she felt obligated, she would just jerk me off. I remembered
this while I saw her jacking his huge erection into her mouth, as if
she couldn't wait for him to cum. Her hand movements were filled with a
cock sucker's desire for sperm. Even with the stench of my shit filled
mouth, I could smell both of their juices and smells filling the room
as their excitement continued to mount. When she would give me a hand
job, it was really more like she was masturbating me, and she wouldn't
even hold my cock like that, but masturbated me through my underwear,
flicking my cock like it was a clitoris.
She made lewd sucking sounds as she continued to jack him off into her
face. From time to time, her eyes would flash open and she had a wild
look that I had never seen in all the time of our dating. And then,
right before me, his cock seemed to grow exponentially, getting
thicker, harder, straighter, stretching her mouth even wider, if that
were possible. Ariadne jacked his cock harder and faster, and then he
erupted and enormous gobs of sperm were obviously filling her throat
and mouth, as I could observe the cum she couldn't swallow quickly
enough, emerging from the sides of her mouth. Still, she was obviously
gulping down his come in large quantities, as she kept gulping and
swallowing, while the white dripping leftovers dripped off of her chin
and fell hotly onto her breasts. At the same time, I could see her own
thighs glistening with a torrential outpouring of vaginal fluid. Her
whole body shuttered with orgasm. I had never seen this before.
Ariadne collapsed on the floor at his feet. She undulated on her back,
her tongue sticking straight out of her opened mouth, licking her lips,
the white sperm glistening and dancing in the light between her chin
and tongue tip. Her hands were moving violently between her thighs
while she wallowed in his cum.
Robert was just standing there like some sort of Greek god. He was
staring straight at me, smirking. His cock was still hard, so much
larger than my own, and there was cum still erupting in smaller amounts
from the head of his erection. It fell in hot spurts onto Ariadne who
seemed to have swooned on the floor before him.
My cock had shriveled even smaller than usual. I was paralyzed with
fear and shame that I had let this happen. I couldn't really be worried
about her, because she was so obviously in charge. She wanted this. And
her worship of him, was also something she wanted, just as she was so
direct in her disgust for me. As I felt another piece of shit slide
down my throat, I knew that I shared her sense of disgust for me.
After a few minutes had passed, Ariadne seemed to recover her senses. She looked up at me, and her eyes grew cold again.
"How's the toilet?" She said. "Did you enjoy that? I did. I will never
suck your cock like that. I will never touch your cock except to hurt
it. From now on, you have no sexual rights. I might let you jerk off
while you eat shit. But that is about all the sex you're gonna get. So
I hope you like shit the way you said you did."
Then Robert piped up. "So what's next? Are we done with this wimp?"
"Not quite, Robert darling." She replied. "He has to swallow all the
shit in his mouth, and then I'll have to piss." She paused for a
moment, and then concluded. "Robert, will you help me with the poopy
boy? You can use your big knife to control the wimp. Not that you'll
need it, because I think he likes to eat shit.
Suddenly, Robert was on me. He grabbed me by the neck and forced me to
the ground. Stunned, I was amazed when he straddled my face, so that
his thick cock was dangling near my mouth. I felt something sharp
against my throat.. "Let's go, boy." He said. "Swallow what you got in
your mouth, or I'll cut you."
"Come-on now," she said. "Eat the turd. I already told everyone at work
that you would do it. Eat the turd damn it. Make Robert happy."
Realizing that I had no choice, I began to eat the mouthful of fecal
matter. With my mouth wrapped up in the packing tape, the shit could
only go into my gullet and then down my throat. I felt the sharp object
against my throat again, and began to swallow the shit in thick huge
chunks, attempting to get it over with. At last I got it down. It was
horrible. My mouth tasted like shit, as they say. I tried to show
Robert that my mouth was mostly empty.
"I think the shit eater did it," he said, his semi-hard cock knocking
into my face. "What a loser." Then I saw what the sharp object was; it
was a pair of scissors. Robert began to cut the tape away, ripping it
painfully away from my mouth. As my mouth at last found the air, Robert
covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Whew!" He exclaimed. "Your
breath smells like shit."
I was gasping for air, trying to get more of the shit out of my mouth and down my throat, where I wouldn't taste it.
"Of course his breath smells like shit," Ariadne answered Robert. "He eats shit. What do you expect?"
Then I noticed her standing there above me. Robert backed off and moved
away from me. Ariadne stepped over me, spreading her magnificent legs
wide and displayed her vagina to me and began to piss. Her urine
stormed rushing in an arch across my body, striking me directly in the
face, and I instinctively responded, opening my mouth wide, somehow
knowing exactly what was expected. I guzzled her piss, gulping it down,
swallowing her hot yellow stream as it shot into the back of my throat.
It was a great release, just to be her toilet. Although I felt
emotionally abused, I realized suddenly that I had just ejaculated
while she was pissing into my face. I was covered with urine that was
now become sticky and cold.
At this point, I knew that I could not refuse but to obey. I was
hooked. Ariadne could piss down my throat whenever she wanted. I knew
that I would be eating shit on a regular basis. And I knew that, if we
did get married, I would only be her toilet and slave.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a plate being set on the floor beside my
head. "There's a little more shit left. Stop dreaming and finish
licking the plate. I want it sparkling clean, now!"
Groaning quietly, I began to pick myself up and positioned myself in
front of the remaining shit. From the corner of my eye, I could Robert
lowering a wineglass to his cock. And then he began to piss.