Ariadne Awakes! Part 4 - Me Caca es su Caca by poor celain


It was still dark outside. Only the fireplace and the candles around the room lighted us. As she had done each morning for the past five days, Ariadne squatted over my face and methodically expelled her deadly anaconda of shit into my mouth.

The thick hard turd lowered slowly into my wide opened mouth, earnestly snaking deep into my gullet, coiling into a vengeance across my face. The big fat turd must have been at least eighteen inches in length and, if I could weigh things with my face, seemed as if it must weigh at least two pounds.

Thank the Goddess she had allowed me to start slowly, worshipping her asshole, feeding on it directly, kissing her anus and tonguing her rectum... gently coercing the shit from her early on, so that I could, in a manner, make love to her anus with my tongue. She had been so generous, allowing me to spend nearly an hour with my face in her shitty crack. Talking about getting into a groove! It was so exotic for me to just live there at the hearth of her anus, where the dark bread of death is baked. So warm between her ass cheeks, and the smell of her anus and her shit was so beautiful. And then of course, she had to take a dump.

During this evening's routine, Ariadne had said that she wanted to show me that she could still be a good housewife, and that I would eat whatever she put in front of me. Much of her enormous turd was now lodged firmly in the back of my throat, and filled my mouth to capacity. The rest of her turd coiled in a disgusting rope of shit upon my face, piling up as it escaped from her shit hole. I had been instructed not to eat, yet. She rose, lifting herself away from me, towering above, displaying her perfectly round ass globes, which captured the light seductively from my low angle of observation. I was looking straight up into her ass crack through a face full of shit. Ariadne was resplendent and proud on her perfect legs of iron. Her buns of steel glistened like two planets trying to destroy each other.. Even with a mouth full of shit, I could only adore the beauty of her ass, which had become the last part of her anatomy that she would share with me.

Then, she turned around to face with her pussy. From her standing point, straddling over my body, with all her ripe brown shitty behind, Ariadne suddenly sat down on my chest, causing the remaining shit in her anus to smear warmly across my flesh while she humped forward as if wiping her ass on my body.

Ariadne sat there on my chest, her torso looming above me, her tantalizing breasts alive in the firelight, her erect nipples glistening. She seemed very comfortable sitting on me like that, with her legs spread wide and her knees at a sharp angle. Her six-inch heels stabbed down on either side of my head. It was only then that I saw she was wearing PVC elbow-length purple formal gloves.

As her rubberized fingertips approached my face, Ariadne began pushing the shit into my mouth. "Eat it," she said, as I automatically began chewing. "That's right, eat your shit. "After all," she said, chuckling, "Me caca es su caca." Ariadne took her time. She just kept moving the shit into my mouth, scooping it from my face, and cramming it in. I chewed and swallowed with my best effort to please her, to keep her from doing further violence to my person. It seemed like an hour of eating shit. And, during this time, while she continued to push her shit into my mouth, all the time patting my cheeks gently as each thick bite went down, Ariadne continued to explain to me her plan.

She was happy with the little movie I had made for her. Now she had me by the balls, because my willingness to be filmed performing with shit and a dildo for the camera had given her the material she needed to ensure my loyalty.

According to Ariadne, she now had me in a position to wipe me off the face of the earth, which was part of her long-term plan, she confirmed, once she began to evaluate this sick fetish of mine. She would enjoy dragging me into the sewer where she believed I belonged forever.

Since I had few friends, and no family that would miss me, it was totally feasible that she could make me vanish, or even kill me. At this point, the only people Ariadne would let me see were those who would either ridicule me, use me as a toilet and degrade me in every possible way, or do actual physical harm to me. She called them her friends.

Certainly, her friends did not care whether I lived or died, and would take no action to protect me. On top of that, if I actually should die in this predicament, while being so terribly abused, except for disposal of my body, Ariadne would have no crime to cover up. The movie would protect her, by showing it was all my idea. All this she delightfully explained to me while she kept feeding me her latest eighteen-inch turd. I chewed and chewed and kept swallowing the shit, until I was at last licking the residual feces from her rubber gloves.

"Furthermore," Ariadne continued, "I don't think you are eating enough shit. You need more."

Careful to turn away and cover my mouth, I belched a terrible shit burp.

"To help you with this problem," she continued, "I have decided that my new boyfriend, Robert (whom you met the other day) is moving in while his construction boys do some work on his house. When the work is complete, he will have plenty of room for you and me so I am selling our house and we are moving in with Robert. If things go well between all three of us here, then you will be kept. If not, I might have to kill you.

"As a matter of fact, the work on his house started this morning, so you should know that Robert is coming over tonight with his things. I've already moved your stuff into boxes in the basement. I did that last night when you were chained up.. You did like Robert didn't you? You've already sucked on his cock a bit, and you downed a few glasses of his foamy cum-filled piss, and when you can't stomach it, well then it makes a perfect emetic. You better prepare yourself emotionally. I think he likes the idea of you drinking his piss. And I'll bet a big man like Robert can take a man-sized dump. That might be enough for you! If you're lucky, Robert may even let you suck his cock some more. You have no idea how beautiful a large cock really is Billy, since you don't have one! You've only kissed Robert's a bit, you haven't sucked it properly yet. You may as well learn first hand what I am getting."

I lay there, nauseous from the huge turd that now packed my belly. Ariadne changed the subject.

"Before Robert gets here, I have a surprise for you." She said. "Let me see, according to my planner, you haven't been allowed to shit for two days. You took a shit two days ago, am I right?"

I did not know what to say, since everything was a delirium to me. I just lay there, but I weakly nodded in agreement. It was true; I hadn't been allowed to shit for two days. I was packing. Ariadne kicked me with her boot.

"Stand up," you little wimp. "Can't you eat a little shit without getting sick? Come over here and stand in the middle of the room."

O no, not this again, I thought, as I slowly got up and lumbered with a stomach full of shit to the middle of the living room. But apparently she had something different in mind. She brought out a shopping bag and held it up for me. Taking the bag, I reached in and discovered a pair of transparent pink plastic sissy pants, made of some rubberized material, decorated with little yellow ducks and trimmed around the waist and leg openings with lace. Except for the ducks, these pants were completely see-through.

The "panty" waist and the frilly leg openings were elastic, ensuring that they sealed in my bottom and cock. But in the front, right at the base of the groin area was a small feature sewn with elastic: a cock hole. At first, I thought this was perhaps for peeing.

"Put them on." She commanded. "I want to see you in them. Slide your little penis through the little hole in front, and hoist them on."

I did as instructed and, after stepping into the pants and sliding them up my legs. Before pulling them all the way on I slid my semi-erect cock into the opening in the front of the pants. As I pulled them on over my bottom I suddenly realized how insidious in design they really were. The elastic around the thighs and waist caused the rubbery plastic to bunch, and they were built deliberately with "extra room," creating a droopy drawers effect. The worst part was that my cock was sticking straight out from the sissy pants, cleanly exposed and now hard as a rock. Even in these ridiculous sissy pants, I could not hide my excitement. Then she explained.

"From now on," she said, "those rubber sissy pants are your toilet. That is where you shit. From now on, you are allowed only to shit in your sissy pants. And when you shit, you will only shit while everybody watches. Do you understand?"

I listened horrified by her words. She couldn't be serious. But Ariadne continued.

"These are the rules," she declared. "From now on if you will shit only when I tell you. You will always shit only on command and whenever you are commanded to take a dump. Furthermore you will shit standing in the center of the room so everybody can watch you fill your sissy pants with crap. Are you listening?" She interrupted herself for a moment.

"Yes," I answered, shaking. "I am listening."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ariadne. I understand," I said, unconvincingly.

"Well then," she continued. "The proper position for you to shit in will ALWAYS be in a standing crouched position, with your legs spread far apart. You must give everybody a good view. Do you think you can do that right?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Yes," I said. Pre-cum was again giving me away, as it seemed to pool at the head of my penis, and drizzle to the floor.

"Well then. Let's try it out. Since you're wearing your new toilet pants, I want you to use them now. Squat slightly, to make it more productive and so that I can watch you take a dump in your sissy pants. I want to see the turds emerge from your anus and fill your growing bulge of shit."

By now, I had been for a long time very accustomed to following her every whim. I was supposed to squat just enough so that I could shit and the vile act of my defecation could be easily observed by anyone in the immediate vicinity who wanted to watch. Thank God, I told myself, we are alone here this morning. I did as instructed and moved into a standing crouch, moving my feet as far apart as I could without falling over. While I crouched there, I watched in disillusionment while she turned on the camcorder and swiveled it around on the tripod to aim it at my performance. So much for being alone, I mentally shrugged.

I could hear the camcorder whir into action as it made another permanent record of my total degradation. I turned dark red as I began to shit, as I learned later, when she made me watch this new movie with her friends. I was so full of my own shit and the numerous turds she had fed me in the last two days that I was able to produce a copious amount, which quickly filled my pants. It began with a large log emerging into my plastic sissy pants, curling up in the base. And then another turd followed by another. In a matter of seconds, my sissy pants were packed with over two days of shit. An enormous hot bulge filled the seat of my pants, drooping there in the sissy pouch, making a soft thick fullness hanging there between my thighs.

"That is truly amazing," she said. "Your teensy weensy peewee never could fill out your pants like that. You may have a small penis, but your turds look to be about the right size." She laughed quietly to herself, and then said, "... about the right size for a shit eater in a pinch."

She walked up to me, and gently padded my bottom. Reaching underneath the droopy pouch, she held it in her hands, gently pushing it up towards my ass.

"This is nice, hmmm? Oh, it's so warm and full. Does it feel good, little sissy? Does sissy like having her pants full of shit?" Answering her own redundant question, she said, "Of course she does."

With that she mashed the backside of my droopy sissy pants up into my buttocks and underneath my balls. I could feel the warm shit going everywhere, filling up the crevices between my legs. I then I was suddenly ejaculating violently. Cum was erupting across the marble floor in a straight line away from my cock, which was shaking with tension and over-excitement. Deep in my cock the force of my sexual spasm was painful.. At that moment, I shot more sperm than I had ever seen come out of my own body. It must have been as much as Ariadne had sucked out of Robert the night that I had returned from that fateful trip in which she had discovered my terrible secret. I felt a pounding blow to the back of my head and I collapsed onto the floor on my knees.

"Lick it up, you worm. I never said you could cum. I wanted to save that for later, when you have another turd sticking out of your mouth. Get over there and get your worm juice off of my beautiful floor. Lick it up now!"

She gave me another hard kick, which sent me reeling. I crawled to the four-foot stream of semen I had shot into the room, and began licking it off the marble. She continued to yell.

"And keep your shitty ass in the air, keep that butt up where I can see it!"