Ariadne, Part 3 - Champagne, Chocolate and other just Desserts by poor celain


LE CUCKOLD PARFAIT

As I licked the last of the shit from the white porcelain platter that was now my permanent feeding dish, I looked up between Ariadne's stiletto boots to see Robert approaching her from behind, with his wineglass gleaming golden in his hand. Suddenly Ariadne was gripping my hair painfully, pulling me up off the floor, and I found myself kneeling like a slave before the two of them. She took Robert's glass of piss and brought it to my face.

"Drink this," she said. "It's full of piss and cum. Take it!"

I reached up and accepted the wine glass, brimming as it was with hot and foamy urine, replete with Robert's generous load of residual semen, the cum that gets pissed out after sex. I was still nauseous from all the shit I had eaten-not to mention Ariadne's own bladder full of piss that now filled my stomach, churning around like an awful sea. The rest of her piss was drying in a sticky coating all over my face and neck-I wasn't sure that I could drink her boyfriend's piss too. I was convinced, however, that I would probably throw up if I tried.

My slow response, while I considered these issues, only quickened Ariadne's ability to respond in kind. She nodded to Robert to "help me" and next I felt Robert's enormous hands behind me, holding me tightly around the neck.

"Go ahead, Billy. Drink the piss," Ariadne encouraged. "It's good for you.."

Knowing that I had no choice, I brought the wineglass up to my mouth and began to meagerly sip the awful liquid. The warmth of it alone was nauseating, although I don't think it would've tasted any better had it been room temperature or chilled. I began to drink his cum-laced urine. I hated witnessing the fact of my cock getting erect during this revolting procedure. I gulped and swallowed, and it was very painful. After what seemed like an hour in total disgust, but was probably only about ten minutes, I let the last of Robert's piss drizzle into my throat, and swallowed in a fell gulp. All at once I felt my stomach rebel in disgust. I knew I would have to vomit. Blood drained from my face and a cold chill shuddered throughout my body. Sweat erupted just about everywhere on my crawling flesh. I could only see a dark green light going black as I became dizzy and began to swoon.

I was being dragged from the room, and a cool rush of Los Angeles air wafted against me as Robert threw me down near one of the drainage gutters at the edge of the back yard. Naked and exposed in the evening air, on my hands and knees I began to wretch, vomiting up all of the piss and shit that hadn't yet entered my digestive tract. I was absolutely miserable, hovering over my own throw up, a disgusting mess of shit and piss and bile in a painterly pool around me. As I swooned about, I could see the few visible stars above Los Angeles dancing in the quivering smoggy sky. I collapsed face down into the vomit mess of urine and feces, while it slowly swirled towards the quickly clogging drain. It would require the yard hose to clean away this mess.

I passed out. Then I awoke to feel Robert's hands pulling me from the bushes and the spillage drain, dragging me back into the pool area, where I was abandoned to the cool lush grass. I was still very dizzy, still very sick, but I was coming around. Vomiting was a big improvement to my situation.

The sky continued to dance above me, and the stars darted about in my stomach, while the ground continued to revolve like a carnival floor. Even as I groaned into the lawn, I could hear Ariadne's soft voice, making her proclamations known, as she sang to me.

"... Can she make a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy? Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy? She can make that cherry taste, but she'd rather shit directly in your face, she's a hot bitch and takes another lover!" Her revised lyrics of that old saw made all the sense in the world. Ariadne had set me up from the minute she had discovered my computer files when I was away at that conference. There was no question that I was completely ruined.

"I know how sick you must feel, lying there with all that toilet crap all over you," Ariadne continued. "But I know from your ridiculous sex fantasies that you would never have really been man enough for me. It kills me that I gave up Jeff for you. Jeff had a big dick and he didn't eat shit. It is a shame that I fell in love with you in the first place."

She had a point. Jeff was now happily married, long gone. But once, a long time ago, I had drawn her away from him, romancing her with dinner and flowers, gifts and lots of extra attention. I had been so over the top in my approach to her that she was willing to ignore the fact that I had a small penis and that I wasn't very good in bed. Now she was totally disillusioned with me, and Jeff was no longer available. To make things worse, Ariadne loved me. I groaned painfully but quietly into the grass while she lectured me, taking my further punishment the best that I could.

"This is how it is and this is how it's going to be," she declared. "From now on I will keep you around, but only if you do everything I tell you. At all times! Tonight, I am going upstairs with Robert so that a real man can fuck me. You are welcome upstairs. You can watch us, if you want. I really couldn't give a rat's ass if you see other men fucking me." She qualified her statement. "Not that I consider you to be a man," she continued, "it is clear, after all, that you are less than a man, and less than a boy. Possibly less than human."

Then she kicked me hard in the stomach. I felt shit come up into my trachia.

"Besides that," she continued, "I like the idea of you seeing me have sex with real men. So, like I said, you can come upstairs. You can watch me have sex with a real man. Or you can stay in the spare room and listen to us fucking through the baby.com that Robert installed for me while you were away. I may need you to suck on his cock when m not using it. I'll call you in if that comes up, so to speak. But just so we are clear on this subject, so you can begin to know your place, be assured that you will never have sex with me again, Billy. Always remember that I only fuck men. I don't fuck toilets. I use toilets as a place to shit. And that's you, Billy, from now on!"

With that, Ariadne's lecture was complete. She turned around and went back inside the house.

Once again, I hated the fact that her degrading remarks had caused my penis to get hard. I nearly had ejaculated into the grass. Clearly I was a doomed man. Struggling, I mustered my strength for what turned out to be the last time in my life, and rose to my feet. But instead of going for the front door, I headed directly for the liquor cabinet.

Cr�me du la Champagne

I took a bottle of whiskey up to the guest room, threw myself on the bed and began to examine the ceiling, pondering what I would say tomorrow-whether Ariadne would even be there to talk to. To make matters worse, just as I began to relax while sucking back the whiskey, over the babycom I could suddenly hear their wild fucking. Ariadne was getting fucked with great force and she began to scream out with a passion I had never heard from her during any sex act. My penis shriveled with shame. I could hear his growling as Robert mounted towards ejaculation. He was fucking her hard. The walls were shaking. She began to lament with pleasure while he started fucking her even more violently. As he pumped his seed into her with all of his manly strength and desire, violently pounding into her, Ariadne moaned in sexual agony, as if she were being stabbed to death.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me," she screamed. "O God yes, fuck me."

Things grew quiet. And then her voice was right beside me through the babycom. "Billy, are you there?" I nearly had a heart attack, she had startled me so much. Gathering my senses, I answered.

"Yes, I am here."

"Well then, get your naked ass in here. I need you right away."

I was happy to be wanted for something, anything. I entered the master bedroom, the room that used to be my room. In the candlelight I noticed the ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, two drained glasses, and the Swiss chocolates Ariadne loved so much. Robert was sitting on the foot of the bed, facing me. His fat dick was jutting out and glistening wet semi-hard between his spread legs. He appeared to be playing with my Para Ordnance 14.45 LDA, a handgun I had purchased earlier in the year. Ariadne was on her back behind him, her legs up in the air, and her ankles resting on his shoulders. She waved to me by wiggling her feet.

"Is that you, Billy? Are you here?" she asked from her post-coital position on the bed.

"Yes, Ariadne. I am here." I replied.

"Good." She said. "Get over here on your knees and clean Robert's huge dick. It's covered with sperm and pussy, so lap it up. Take his cock in your mouth, Billy, and suck it clean. Do it now!"

Knowing that the gun was loaded, seeing that the thumb safety was obviously off, and assuming that the other safety features were also disengaged, I knew that I had no choice in the matter. I went down on my knees and faced his cock, which was lewdly sticking straight into my face. There was a thick white glob of sperm lingering at the fat head of his cock, so I went for that, wrapping my mouth around his penis, sucking his cum to the back of my throat and swallowing. Unfortunately, once Robert had his cock in my mouth, he grabbed my head and shoved the entire length of his cock into my throat. Instinctively, I began to suck the come and pussy juice from Robert's cock shaft, which was so thick, my mouth was stretched somewhat painfully around his cock. Continuing to hold my head in place with his powerful hands, Robert then began to piss torrentially down my throat. As I swallowed every drop, as the total humiliation spread through my soul, I could feel my cock getting hard again. I had been transformed into a sissy faggot toilet.

When he was finished pissing, Robert continued to hold my head in place, my lips affixed to the base of his cock, his wiry pubic hairs tickling my nostrils with revulsion and repugnance. Then, suddenly and with massive force he pulled me up by the hair and threw me down on the bed, shoving my face straight into Ariadne's cunt. The smell between her thighs-a smell not only of pussy, but of cock and sperm as well, it was stronger than Robert's crotch smell. I had expected this. Robert told me what to do.

"Get your face in there, pal." he said. "Eat my cum, you faggot."

With that he pushed hard on the back of my head, shoving my face deeply into her cunt. My mouth again filled with the taste of semen and pussy juice, while Ariadne began to move her body to force me onto my back, keeping my mouth locked into position to better drain the fluids of her cunt into my throat. I began to swallow down the gallons of cum from her vagina. Lapping away below her, sucking in gobs of spunk and juice. After a few minutes I had gulped it all down. And then, just as Robert had done, Ariadne began to piss down my throat. I was drowning in urine, guzzling her piss as frantically as I could to keep myself from choking to death. Her piss was hot and filled with nasty acids. And her bladder was full of piss. I kept swallowing and nearly passed out all over again. And then she was finished. Ariadne pulled up off of me and sat up on the bed. I looked up at her; she looked down at me.

"Open your mouth, toilet," she said. "Let me see your tongue." I knew that it was layered with a disgusting coating of sperm and pussy juice and urine, and I was sure it looked pretty bad, probably a lot of shit lodged between my teeth. "Very good," she concluded, after examining me carefully, even probing my mouth with her fingers. "Not bad for your first day back. Looks like all that piss and cum and pussy juice has gotten rid of most of the shit."

She was staring straight at me, her smile was underplayed but very dangerous. Robert sat down on the bed next to her, and she began to gather the sheets and blankets back.

"You can go now, shit eater," she said. "We are done with you for now. Go back to bed and do not turn off your baby monitor. If Robert and I fuck again I want you to be able to hear us."

As I began to leave, I could see Ariadne checking her babycom unit to make sure that it was on.

THE NEXT DAY

When I came down the next morning, the house was empty. I went directly downstairs to boot up my computer, since I suspected that she had gotten into it, and to check my email.

In the office, I found my computer was on, and playing on the screen was a little movie of me with my mouth packed with shit, the video she had made the day before after packing mouth with a copious amount of feces. I watched in horror as the short mpeg looped around and around, over and over again.. At the beginning of the loop each time it played, the title of the movie appeared: "Billy Learns to Eat Shit." There was an envelope taped to the monitor with my name on it written in Ariadne's perfect penmanship. I decided to read it before deleting this terrible movie from my computer. The envelope wasn't sealed, so I just opened it up and pulled out the letter.

"Dear Billy," it began, "I am so happy you had a safe trip and have returned to me. It is a shame that we can never be lovers again, in the strict sense. I do love you, more than any man I have ever loved. I wished you had told me you had shit fantasies at the beginning, because I would never have dated you. It is totally clear to me that you are nothing but a toilet and a humiliation freak. It is as if we live in two different universes. We both like champagne and chocolate, but what that means in my universe is totally different from what it means to you.

"If you still insist on marrying me, I will agree to it. I think that you will not be in charge of our financial affairs, however, because I do not see you being in charge of anything ever again. You are a naughty boy who needs to be told what to do and when to do it. Thank God you made some wise investments and financial decisions while you were hiding the truth about your toilet fetish from me.

"I will take over all the decision making from this point forward, should you decide to remain with me. And if you do, we will be married in a few months, just like you had begged for so many months back when I thought you were a man.

"I really had a great time last night. Watching you eat shit and drink piss actually excited me. Not as much as getting fucked by Robert, mind you. But it did excite me to see you so totally humiliated and obedient, and it made me wet thinking about your degradation and the fact that his big cock was filling a role your little penis could never fulfill. I also think you will make a great cocksucker as well as a toilet. So long as you do as I say, I think I can accept you this way, even as low as you really are.

"Still, I know for a fact," she continued, "that you are very dominant outwardly since you have built up over the years an entire fa�ade of machismo while hiding the truth about your shit eating. That machismo will have to be beaten out of you, and I will have to subjugate your personality totally, in order to feel safe with all of this. We will eventually get into a groove that will include daily beatings. I think a regimen of beatings will help us get through the shit-for-brains you have to the obedience that I will require for the long run.

"Oh yeah, speaking of obedience, there will be some very strict rules that I will want you to adhere to. I am still pondering what those rules will be and what it all might mean, but you can understand-I hope-that I can no longer respect you very much. And I will naturally have to be seeing other men of my choosing, since your pathetic little penis is of no use to me.

"Robert and I will be gone all day. If you are not here when we return, I will totally understand. I'll be sad for a few minutes, but I will get over it. Trust me! If, on the other hand, you are here when we get back, then I will take that as a sign you want to go forward with our relationship and our marriage. That will make me very happy, because I do love you. But I am afraid that will be the beginning of a life of misery and suffering for you. This is why I am sure you won't be here when I get back.

"By the way, I have already e-mailed several copies of the mpeg of you eating shit to my lawyer and to an old girlfriend of mine. I also have the original video in a safe place. I also have a complete back up of every document on your hard drive. Robert uploaded them to a site on the Internet prior to your return from the conference. You can delete this movie from your computer if you want, but I will only restore it later. By the way, I think it would also make a great web site for your work and family to visit!

"And just in case you do love me more than your love your ego and your desire to be seen in the world as a man, then please proceed to the dining room where further instructions await, as well of another meal of shit and piss."

As I tore up the letter, tears were streaming down my face. Now I was being blackmailed. If I left her, Ariadne would clearly target everyone I knew and gleefully share the perverted movie with them. On the other hand, if I stayed, I could look forward only to the same treatment and worse. Meanwhile, my cock was hard as a rock. Suddenly, I had a shit burp, when the smell of feces comes back up from your stomach and pervades the room. I didn't know how to proceed. I thought about leaving her forever, about leaving the country, perhaps changing my identity. Hating the fact that I was standing there pondering my options with an erection, I worried darkly about my prospects in life. It seems that this time I had painted myself into a corner a little too far from the exit and no window behind.