Preferential Treatment -- by lightswitch (C) November 2007 [(FF, lesbian), reluctant/forced, interracial, white female, black female, 1st time lesbian, humiliation, domination, ws, scat] =========== Synopsis: Trixie, a buxom blonde waitress, discovers that her rival, at work, has seduced their manager into a dom-sub lesbian affair, thus gaining preferential treatment. Trixie finds a way to confront the pair, ultimately gaining her own perverted "preferential treatment." WARNING: This story contains significant scatological and watersport themes. Take a pass on this story, if you find such things offensive. =========== Trixie glowered at the closed door to the manager's office. Then she glared at the clock, which read 3:35 p.m. Finally, she glared at the two Good Old Boys at Table 3, waiting for their order. "Woo hoo, Randy!" one of them guffawed to the other, trying to slap the buxom, blonde waitress' ample rear, as she neared, "Look at the melons on Blondie, here!" Trixie evaded his paw with an expert swivel of her hips and set their plates down. "I'll gitcha a dessert menu," she smirked, "cuz you two ain't a-gonna be pickin' these melons any tahm soon." they roared in laughter and continued their crude banter. Sometimes Trixie hated South Carolina. It often seemed like there wasn't a couth man - or one with a decent job - in the entire state. "What are yew?" the one called Randy drooled. "19? 18?" The 28-year-old waitress smiled and leaned close to Randy's ear. "17," she whispered, before turning and heading back to her station with a chuckle and leaving the two rednecks to whoop and holler, back at their table. The manager's office door opened and a beautiful black woman in a waitress uniform emerged. She was smiling and sipping a glass of something or other as she airily waved to the rest of the staff and waltzed out to the parking lot. She hopped into a Mustang convertible and left the parking lot, in a cloud of dust. Trixie looked at the clock again. 3:39 p.m. The dinner shift would be starting in about an hour and a half and Teefah, who had just drove off, was obviously gone for the day. Again. The door to the manager's office opened again and a pretty brunette in a rumpled business suit emerged, blinking in the fluorescent light, as she wiped her face with a handkerchief. It was Lynn ... the restaurant manager." Trixie was livid. "Gawd dammit, Lynn!" she swore loudly, sidling up to the obviously befuddled brunette. "There you go again! Teefa holes up in your office for the first few hours of every afternoon shift and then takes off for the rest of the day! And you don't do a damned thang about it!" The manager gave her a sheepish look. "You *know* we're short-handed, by 6 p.m.!" the irate waitress went on, patting her carefully coifed "big hair" back into place with one hand. "Why do you let her stay, when she nevah does any work?!?" Lynn smiled apologetically. "It's ... complicated," she murmured weakly. "Tell you what, *I* will help with the tables." "Again?" Trixie said, a bit louder than she'd intended. "That ain't the point, Lynn! The point is that you let her walk all over you ... over all of us! She doesn't do her fair share!" The flustered manager gave a weak smile. "I know, I know," she apologized. "I'll ... I'll think of something." The rest of the shift passed in a blur as the understaffed team worked through the dinner rush. * * * * * It was almost 9:30 before the throng of diners started thinning. At 10, Trixie gave a sigh. "Aw, go on, Lynn," she called across the now-empty dining room. "You go on home. I know your folks are in town and you've got tomorrow off to spend a long weekend with `em. Get an early start; I'll lock up, tonight." The bedraggled brunette gave her a tired, but grateful, look. "Really? Oh, Trixie ... you're the best!" Lynn trudged to the front door and made her way to her beat-up '97 Neon parked in the slot near the dumpsters. Trixie watched her go, smiling. "That's raht, Sugar!" she whispered, watching her manager's car pull out. "You jes take off an' leave me here all by mahself ..." When the car was out of sight, Trixie ran to the manager's office door ... or came as close to running as she could, in the tight waitress outfit and heels. Easing the door open, she peered inside. It was a small office, maybe 15 square feet, with an old, tiny desk and a wooden door leading to a private bathroom. "Private bathroom" was a misleading term - it was a tiny room that enclosed a dirty, old porcelain toilet that was missing its lid. The seat looked like something swiped from a rest-stop Men's Room - a plastic horseshoe-shaped thing which was obviously manufactured for men who couldn't be bothered to lift the seat when they urinated. "Guess this restaurant chain ain't used to havin' a woman manager," the waitress chuckled. Trixie began quickly, but methodically, searching the manager's desk. She wasn't sure what she was looking for ... something she could use against Teefah ... or at least to explain why the arrogant black woman continued to get such preferential treatment. The search of the desk and file cabinet turned up nothing, except a ledger that confirmed the fact that Teefah was pulling a higher salary than anyone else at the restaurant, including Lynn! The blonde waitress ground her teeth in anger and indignation. She was still fuming when she happened to spot the video camera, mounted on its tripod, in the corner. A camera? "Why would Lynn need a camera, here in the restauraunt?" she wondered. Was she secretly monitoring employees? Was there a theft problem? Curious, the buxom blonde waitress turned the camera on and began watching the digital display screen. The screen lit up and started displaying the last recording. * * * * * * Teefah appeared, center-frame. Trixie gasped, almost dropping the camera. Before her was a shaky image of the beautiful black woman, completely nude and sporting a large, black strap-on dildo which bobbed when she moved. Her large, full breasts and wide, lush hips were fully exposed for view. "What the hell?!?" Trixie muttered, staring aghast at the image being displayed. It was like a porn flick ...but starring someone she knew! "Come on, white girl!" Teefah complained. "Move yer worthless white ass! Ah'm horny and ah wanna show mah sistahs at D.A.A.L.S. what a fahn piece o' ass ah gots here, in South Caroliner!" "Dolls?" Trixie wondered, "What does she mean `sisters at dolls?'" The view stopped shaking and stabilized, the camera evidently now mounted on the tripod. Lynn padded into view. Like Teefah, Lynn was also completely naked. The brunette had a nice body - Trixie would never have guessed, the way it was always hidden in ill-fitting suits. "Das raht," Teefah murmured, voice choked with lust as she stroked the pliant white woman. "Git down on yer hands and knees, bitch. Lemme show mah sistahs how we fuck white girls down here, in the South!" Obediently, Lynn dropped to her knees and presented her curvaceous ass to the black dominatrix. "Well hell!" Trixie thought, eyes wide as she continued to watch. "They're dykes! They're both a pair of fuckin' dykes!" No wonder Lynn let Teefah get away with murder at the workplace ... the beautiful black woman had made the pretty white manager her lesbian bitch! Trixie fumed. That was SO unfair! She continued to watch, engrossed and repulsed, at the same time. The dominant black woman plowed Lynne from behind with the strap-on, fucking her for a good 15 minutes or so, and sneering as she brought the groaning, submissive brunette to orgasm, time and again. "Das raht, white girl," Teefah laughed, slamming her pelvis hard against the climaxing brunette's quivering ass. "Cum fer me! Show `em who controls you!" She slapped Lynn's trembling, pale ass, hard. "Howl for me, white girl! Howl lahk a dog'n heat!" The spasming brunette complied, raising her head and letting out a long, loud animal cry of pleasure. The cruel black woman continued to pound Lynn from behind, pulling the brunette's head back by a fistful of long hair. "What a pair of dykes!" Trixie muttered in disgust, unconsciously stroking her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her waitress blouse, as she continued to watch. "Who's my bitch?!?" Teefah demanded, continuing to savagely fuck the kneeling white woman from behind. "Who's my cunt-sucking, little white sex slave?!?" Face down, with her ass in the air, Lynn's response was barely audible. "I am!" she sobbed. "I'm your bitch! I'm your cunt-sucking, little white sex slave!" Teefah pushed Lynn's pale ass away and pulled the big strap-on out. With a practiced hand, she unfastened the dildo harness and let it drop to the floor, simultaneously reaching down to grab the thoroughly-fucked brunette by the hair and pull the white girl up to her knees. "Then do your job, bitch!" the beautiful black woman snarled, forcing the submissive brunette's face between her dark thighs. Trixie watched Lynn eat Teefah's pussy for several minutes, feeling a sick thrill of arousal building between her own legs as she watched her manager being forced to service the arrogant black woman. Finally, after about another five minutes, the black woman shuddered and forced the white girl's face hard into her hot, dark snatch. As Teefah continued to climax, Trixie was startled to see copious amounts of liquid running off the kneeling brunette's pale breasts. "Damn!" Trixie thought. "When Teefah comes, she really gushes!" But when the gush of liquid didn't stop, Trixie realized it wasn't pussy juice washing over the kneeling white woman's face and streaming down her body. "She's ... she's pissing on her!" Trixie gasped. "Teefah is pissing on Lynn's face!" Judging by the way the kneeling woman's throat was moving, she was trying to swallow as much as she could. Trixie gagged at the display. "Yeah, das it," Teefah was sighing, rubbing her sopping slit up and down on the kneeling white woman's face. "You know ah lahk t'mark mah territory *real* good!" Completely disgusted, Trixie turned off the camera. "God, what a bunch of sick, twisted perverts!" Trixie breathed in revulsion, idly rubbing her pussy through her cotton panties. "A pair of sick, disgusting lezzes!" So that was what was going on! Teefah had seduced Lynn and now controlled her through sexual domination! The black woman could come and go as she pleased and still get paid ... coming in every day only long enough to give the submissive manager another perverted session. Trixie seethed. It wasn't fair! Here she was, working her fingers to the bone, every night while lazy Teefah was paid way more and didn't have to do any work! Teefah had sexual leverage over Lynn. If only *she* had some kind of leverage over both of *them*! She tapped the recording cartridge angrily against her palm. "Ah need t'find some way *ah* kin get paid for doin' nothin'!" she murmured, angrily. And maybe some way to bring the haughty black woman down for being such an arrogant bitch and playing the system ... when Trixie and everyone else worked so hard and never got ahead. The angry blonde's eyes fell on the cartridge she was tapping against her palm. "Of course!" she cried, smacking her forehead. The recording! "Ah have the recording of their perverted lil get-t'gether!," she laughed. "They'll do anything ah say, t'stop this from getting' out!" Trixie slipped the cartridge into her purse and left the restaurant, humming merrily, as she locked up. * * * * * * Trixie spent the weekend watching the recording over and over, masturbating until her abused pussy became too sore to continue. "Gawd," she murmured, breathing heavily as she pulled her sticky fingers from between her legs. "Ah can't believe how disgustin' those two are!" It was Monday morning and she had determined she'd get her revenge today. She got dressed and drove to work, fantasizing about having Lynn and Teefah under her control. Maybe she'd tie Teefah down and whip her black ass with a belt, while she made the slutty manager get down on her knees and lick her pussy ... She daydreamed about her revenge all the way to work. She was at least a half-hour late - something that had never happened before - but she didn't care. Today was going to be *her* day. *Trixie* was going to be in charge, from now on! Ignoring Maria, the other waitress who actually worked, she strode to Lynn's office and opened the door. Inside, she was unsurprised to find Lynn, draped over the desk, with Teefah fucking her from behind with the big strap-on. From the corner of her eye, she saw the red light of the video camera. "Must have replaced the cartridge," Trixie thought, with a grin. Did that mean they knew they'd been busted? "What ...?!?" the pretty brunette cried, flustered and trying to stand and hide her nakedness. "Trixie! What are you ...?!?" Unfortunately, Lynn wasn't going anywhere with 10 inches of silicone-gel dildo up her pussy. With a violent shove, Teefah pushed Lynn back down onto the desk, remaining inside of her. "Well, well!" Trixie drawled, twirling the damning video cartridge between her fingers. "Were you two looking for this, earlier?" The blonde was gratified to see Lynn turn an even paler shade of white, but frowned when she noticed the black woman looked unaffected.. "You ...?!?" the frightened manager gasped at Trixie, awkwardly trying to look up from her position, pinned against the desk. "You took the cartridge?!?" The buxom blonde grinned, maliciously. "That's right!" she sneered. "And from now on, *I* am going to be calling the shots." Teefah looked mildly amused. "So didju lahk what you saw?" she murmured. She smirked when she saw Trixie's head jerk back, in surprise. "Did it make ya hot t'see me fuckin' your lil white friend, here?" Trixie scowled. "I thought it was sick!" she spat, ignoring the aroused tingle between her legs. "I think *you're* sick! Both of you!" "So, whatchu want, Blondie?," Teefah continued, evidently amused. She gave Trixie a slow, wide grin. "You want yer faithless manager t'crawl over on her hands and knees and eatcher nasty, blonde pussy? Would you lahk dat?" Trixie was momentarily thrown. "Damn that woman!" she thought. "She's purposely tryin' t'throw me off guard ... t'shock me!" Well, no one was going to get the best of Trixie Beauchamp! "As a matta a-fack," she drawled, kicking off her panties and hiking up the hem of her waitress uniform, "that's not a bad start." She sat on the edge of the nearby chair, her blonde muff exposed, expectantly. "Tahm t'call her bluff" Trixie thought. Lynn looked shocked and her pleading gaze went back and forth between the dispassionate black woman and the vindictive blonde. "Oh please," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes, as she looked up at Trixie. "Please don't make me do that! I'm ... I'm your manager!" Teefah gave the weeping brunette a hard kick to the ribs. "Ah sed GITcher scrawny white ass over there an' eat dat slutty blonde's pussy!" Trixie scowled at the black woman, but caught her breath as the sobbing brunette slowly crawled towards her. "Shit!" she swore, to herself. "Is she really gonna do it? Is Lynn really gonna crawl on ovuh heah an' eat mah pussy?!?" She felt her bravado fading, as she sat in the chair, watching the nude, weeping brunette crawling towards her. Trixie's wide-spread legs were trembling and she wondered if she could go through with it. She'd never had any experience or desire with another woman. The nude brunette crawled between Trixie's thighs. "Shit," Trixie thought, heart racing and suddenly unable to catch her breath. "She's gonna do it! The fuckin' little lez is actually gonna do it!" Face flushed with humiliation, Lynn slowly lowered her head between Trixie's spread legs. The waitress jumped as the unfamiliar touch of another woman's tongue slowly traced her now-puffed labia. "Ah can' believe this is happenin'!" Trixie thought, mind whirling as the submissive brunette went down on her. "Ahm actually lettin' another woman go lick me ... there!" She moaned as her manager's talented tongue deftly parted the blonde's cuntlips and began probing deeper. Teefah was still leaning against the desk, watching the two white women with amusement. "Arrogant bitch!" Trixie thought, with a flash of hatred. But the waves of pleasure Lynn's skillful tongue was producing made her unable to concentrate on her despised rival. "Oh fuck!" Trixie moaned, wrapping her legs around the pliant brunette's head and draping them over the other white girl's shoulders. "Oh fuck, ah can't believe how good this feels!" Teefah strolled slowly towards them, to stand behind the panting blonde as she sat, being serviced by her manager. "Yeah," the beautiful black woman drawled, "ah had a feelin' boutchew, Blondie." Her dark hands slowly traced down Trixie's blouse and began unbuttoning it. "GITcher paws off me, ya filthy dyke!" Trixie snarled, slapping at Teefah's questing hands. The comely black woman laughed. "YOU callin' ME a dyke?" she guffawed, ignoring Trixie's protests and continuing her unbuttoning. "YOU, sittin' there gittin' off on havin' yer pussy eaten by anudder chick? An' YOU callin' ME a dyke?!?" Teefah gave a loud, nasty laugh. "Now that *is* rich!" she said, continuing to strip the aroused blonde. Trixie could feel a hot blush of shame creep over her. "It ... it ain't the same!" she protested, feebly trying to pull the black woman's hands away. But she was too weakened and distracted by the pleasure coursing through her pussy from the submissive brunette's oral ministrations to effectively slow Teefah down. "AH'm forcin' HER t'eat mah pussy!" Trixie protested. "SHE'S the lez, not me!" "Uh huh," Teefah grunted, unconvinced. "Ah'm the `eatee' and not the `eater,' mahself, so ah guess you n' me is da same, huh!" Trixie could feel herself getting close to a climax. "We're NOT the same!" she gasped, as the dominant black woman opened the blonde's unbuttoned blouse and reached around to unclasp her bra. Feebly, she tried to grab her assailant's arms and push her away. "We ain't the same, cuz ... cuz ..." Startled, Trixie realized she didn't have any good arguments. "We jes ain't!" she asserted, as the black woman pulled the panting blonde's bra off, letting her big, white breasts flop free. "Course we ain't, baby!" Teefah reassured her, reaching down to fondle Trixie's stiff pink nipples. The buxom blonde grabbed the black woman's wrists, intent on prying their delicious touch from her throbbing boobs, when the submissive brunette's tongue finally succeeded in pushing Trixie over the edge. "Holy FUCK!" the blonde screamed, as she tightened her legs around Lynn's head and squeezed tightly, lifting her ample ass off the chair as she reflexively pulled Teefah's dark hands down hard on her own quivering, pale breasts. The orgasm had snuck up on her and taken her by surprise, shaking her in its intensity. She ground herself hard against the brunette's entrapped face and rubbed the black woman's hands roughly against her breasts. She groaned loudly and savagely fucked herself against the pretty manager's face until the poor woman went limp. That didn't stop Trixie, who continued to grind her spasming pussy against the unconscious brunette's face until her climax finally started to ebb. When the orgasm finally released her, she went limp, freeing the scissored brunette kneeling between her legs. Unconscious, Lynne fell over, hitting the floor hard. "Fer not bein' a lez," Teefah chuckled, releasing the blonde's large breasts, "you sure got off on get eaten by anudder woman!" Trixie burned with shame and glared at her rival. "Now it's your turn!" the blonde announced, standing on shaky legs. "Teefah, I want you t'kiss mah big white ass!" The beautiful black woman looked at her for a few seconds, with a look of disgust and condescension. Then she hit her. The demanding blonde's head rocked back from the force of the black woman's blow to her jaw and she staggered back, falling on her curvaceous ass. Dazed, it took Trixie several seconds to clear her head. "What the fuck!?!" the indignant blonde yelled. "You can't haul off an' hit me! Ah got this here video! Ah kin blackmail you t'do whatever ah want!" Teefah strolled over and casually kicked the seated blonde in the face. Trixie fell back, clasping her injured face with both hands as tears coursed down her cheeks. "Dis here cartridge?" Teefah asked, holding up the dropped video cartridge. "First off, you dumb cunt, *ah* got the cartridge now. An' ah know damn well that you's too damned stupid to have made a copy!" Trixie remained on her back, rocking back and forth as she cradled her injured jaw. Humiliation burned as she realized the brutish black woman was right - that *was* the only copy. "No ah ain't!!" Trixie lied, trying to sit up while cradling her bruised jaw with her other hand. "Ah got a copy at home!" But what if the thuggish black woman broke into her home, while she was at work, some day? "An' ... an' I got another copy with a friend!" Trixie bluffed. Teefah sneered down at her. "Liar," she scoffed. "And second, ah don' *care* if y'all show the video around. Hell, ah *want* ya to show it around. Ah loves beatin' the shit outta white wimmen an' ah don' care who knows it!" Trixie remained sitting on the floor, sniffling. This wasn't going at all as she had planned. A groan to her left told her Lynn had regained consciousness. "Well ah don' give a damn what you wan' or don' wan'!" Trixie said, getting to her feet and launching herself at her hated rival. "Ahm still a-gonna kick yer black ass!" Teefah gave a cruel grin and erupted. The next several minutes went by in a blur of flashing fists and feet. The black dominatrix was hellishly fast and surprisingly strong. Trixie was unable to land a single blow. The reverse, unfortunately, was not true. The hapless blonde found herself battered with blow after blow as the black woman's hard fists rained down at will on the white girl's face, boobs, and unprotected gut. Before she knew it, Trixie found herself on her back, Teefah straddling her tits as she continued to viciously punch the white woman's pretty face. The blonde's arms were pinned under the black woman's muscular, thick thighs, unable to fend off the blows. The pain was incredible and Trixie was seeing stars. "This ain't worth getting' mah face ruined for!" the hapless blonde decided. "If she messes me up permanent, ah'll nevuh git a man an' ah'll nevuh git outta this diner!" "Enough!" the beaten blonde cried. "Enough! You win! Ah give!" The beautiful black dominant punched her in the face a few more times before leaning back and sneering down at her. Teefah's pussy was only about six inches from Trixie's chin and the pummeled blonde could smell the black woman's arousal. The pinned white girl wept in pain and humiliation, realizing what was probably coming next. "Fahn!" she sobbed. "You win. You're stronger!" Trixie's chest heaved slightly as she began to bawl uncontrollably. "Go ahead, y'filthy, perverted dyke ... do yer lez stuff t'me. Ah don' care. Ah kin take it!" Even though the idea of a lesbian subjugation repelled her, she felt herself growing moist at the prospect, remembering how Teefah had forced Lynn over the desk and fucked her. "Go on," the blonde cried, defiantly, "make me eat yer nasty, black pussy!" Teefah looked down at her with amusement. "You?" she asked, incredulously, eat mah pussy?!?" The black woman gave a cruel laugh and yanked the blonde to her knees, by her hair. "Is dat what you want, Blondie?" she whispered in Trixie's ear. "You *wanna* eat mah pussy?" She straightened and gave a harsh laugh. "Not likely, Blondie!" she sneered. "Yer nasty mouth ain't fit to touch my beautiful, black pussy!" Teefah signaled Lynn. "Git the leashes," she told the submissive brunette. Turning her attention to Trixie, she gave a cruel laugh. "No, ah gots somethin' else in mind fer you, Blondie," she hissed. "Somethin' fittin' fo' that nasty, white-trash mouth o' yours!" The nude black woman dragged the partially clothed blonde over to the tiny bathroom, facing the white woman - still on her knees - to face her assailant, with her back to the toilet. With a few strong, vicious tugs, Teefah stripped the rest of Trixie's clothes off. "Here you are, Mistress," Lynn murmured, proffering several chain dog leashes. Teefah smiled as she took the chains. "Yeah, ah gots something real fitting for yo' dirty mouth," she whispered menacingly, as she pulled the kneeling white girl's arms back cruelly, looping the chain behind the toilet before chaining the blonde's hands together. Trixie found herself bent backwards, the back of her head coming to rest in the opening of the horseshoe-shaped toilet seat. Still on her now-widespread knees, she was bent backwards, arms and wrists chained to the old toilet. "Teefah!" she cried, disgusted that her beautifully-coiffed blonde hair was touching the rim of the dirty toilet, "Don't! This is goin' too fah!" She struggled against the light chains, trying to twist away from the dirty commode. The nude black woman merely looked at her, smiling. Trixie stopped struggling, suddenly gripped by fear. Was there a ... reason ... Teefah had chained her to the ... toilet, of all things? Why not a chair? Why not the desk? "Das raht!" Teefah whispered, smiling over her shoulder as she slowly turned away from the chained blonde. "Yer finally figurin' out what's comin' next, ain'tcha?" The nude black woman leaned forward, gently jutting her full, dark, round ass towards the white girl. Trixie stared in horror at the huge, black ass that hovered about six inches above her face, filling most of her field of vision. It almost blocked her view of Teefah's face, as the black woman twisted partially around to look down at her. "Ahm gonna shit in yer mouth, white girl," Teefah murmured, her voice suddenly thick with the arousal of power. "Yer gonna eat mah shit." Slowly, the huge, black ass began to descend. Trixie's mind went blank, overcome by the reality and horror of what was happening. At the last minute, she screamed, but it was immediately muffled as Teefah's large, dark ass engulfed her pale white face. "No! No!" Trixie thought, as her world went dark. "This can't be happening!" Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she felt the smothering pressure of the black woman's ass press down on her helpless, upturned face. Teefah shifted position so that she sat only on the lower half of the chained blonde's face. Trixie could now see past the huge, dark globes of the assheeks pressed against her mouth, and up the smooth, dark expanse of Teefah's back. A lone, bare bulb in a ceiling socket burned over head. "Yeah," the black woman sighed, settling comfortably on the white woman's face, "das good! Wanna make sure you don' pass out or nuffin. Wanna make sure you enjoy every mouthful, white girl!" Trixie strained frantically against the chains and the weight of the black woman, sitting on her face, but to no avail. "Ah knows yer a repressed, white-trash, trailer slut," Teefah said, conversationally, as she reached back and spread her big asscheeks to wedge more firmly down over the white woman's mouth, "so ah knows yer gonna get off on becomin' mah personal toilet, from now on." Trixie felt faint from horror. She saw the black woman give a signal ... probably to Lynne. "Git down on yer stomach, ya brown-haired slut, and slide between Blondie's legs," she heard Teefah direct her submissive brunette. "Help our little pervert enjoy her meal." Tears coursed over Trixie's pale cheeks as she felt hair brush against her thighs while Lynn positioned herself in front of the blonde's exposed crotch. Almost immediately, she felt the thrill of Lynn's sensuous tongue, stroking her labia and clit. "No!" she wept. But her protest was muffled in the black woman's hot, smothering asshole, which was pressed up hard against the white woman's clenched lips. Trixie tried to twist away, but her awkward position made it almost impossible to move. "Lick me," the black dominatrix whispered, huskily. Trixie blinked back tears, wondering what Teefah was saying. "Tongue mah asshole, Blondie," Teefah murmured, playing with her own pussy as she sat on Trixie's face. "Lick mah asshole and maybe ah won' shit in yer mouth." Trixie was horrified and tried to shake her head in refusal, but it was firmly wedged between Teefah's plump, dark asscheeks. Even though her mind was spinning in revulsion, her pussy was radiating waves of pleasure through her body, due to the submissive brunette's tonguing. "Have it chur way," the black woman sighed. She began tensing her body and grunting. "Oh damn!" Trixie panicked, "She's gonna do it! She's really gonna shit in mah mouth!" She'd clench her teeth! She'd keep her mouth closed! But that meant Teefah would shit on her face, even if it wasn't in her mouth. Overpowering dread of being shit on overcame the revulsion of putting her tongue on a hopefully-clean asshole -- before she was aware of it, Trixie had extended her tongue to start licking the cruel black woman's tight, puckered asshole. "Ah, yeah!" Teefah moaned in pleasure. "Das raht, Blondie! Ah knew you'd break." Trixie's ears burned with shame, hearing that, but she continued to tongue her dominator's tight sphincter. "Oh yeah," Teefah purred. "Looks lahk you's enjoyin' yersef, down der!" She felt strong fingers began stroking her painfully erect pink nipples. "Gawd," Trixie cried to herself, clenching her eyes shut to try to keep the tears at bay. "What the hell is wrong with me?!? How come my nipples got hard? How can my pussy be throbbing when ah've got this bitch's asshole pressed up against mah mouth?!?" She couldn't keep the dam in place and burst into tears. But she didn't stop probing the black woman's asshole with her tongue. Teefah kept busy, one hand stroking the chained white girl's stiff nipples and the other hand working over her own fevered cunt. With a start, Trixie realized she was nearing climax, again. "Damn you, Lynne!" she thought, angrily, feeling erotic pleasure dangerously spilling over into outright sexual ecstasy. The submissive brunette's years of experience licking pussy and bringing dominant lovers to orgasm was quickly overcoming the pinned blonde's resistance. "Damn yer fuckin' lez tongue!" Trixie thought, even as she worked her own tongue deeper into the hot, dark asshole pressed down hard against her own mouth. Climax was now inevitable. It had reached the threshold of no return; now the only question would be "how soon?" and "how hard?" With a start, she realized Teefah was again straining and grunting. "No!" Trixie thought, paralyzed with panic. "You said ... !" A firm wedge of warm shit hit the tip of Trixie's tongue and almost immediately, rolled over it, pinning the white woman's tongue inside the black woman's asshole. Fear and revulsion shot through the chained blonde. She had planned on clenching her mouth shut, in a worst-case scenario. But now ... A thick, warm cylinder of shit slid along the white woman's tongue and between her lips. Trixie tried desperately to clench her mouth shut, but realized she'd only bite her own tongue, if she tried. The trapped blonde's eyes went wide with the full realization of what was happening, as the thick cylinder of shit pushed deeply into her mouth. "Can't ... be ... happenin' ..." she thought, dazed, as she felt the immense turd pressing down her throat. Her tongue finally worked free and she pulled it back into her mouth. But now, the only way she could stop the press of shit into her mouth would be to ... bite down ...use her teeth on it ... She found she couldn't bear to bite, so she laid back, weeping helplessly as Teefah continued to fill her mouth with shit. Trixie swore in helpless frustration, as she felt her cheeks bulge from the incoming load. "Jeez!" she thought, tears continuing to flow freely, "how much shit does this woman have *in* her?!?" Finally, mercifully, the pressure stopped. Trixie knelt there, bent backwards over the toilet, and stared up at the light on the ceiling, dazed; her cheeks bulging and lips partially opened from the load of feces crammed into her mouth. With a sigh of satisfaction, Teefah wiped her ass on the blonde's face, then again on each breast. "Dare y'go!" the cruel black woman laughed, turning to regard her victim. "Now dat's a look dat fits you, you blonde bitch!" Teefah wrinkled her nose in revulsion. "Gawd, you such a whore!" she sneered at the shit-smeared blonde. "Look atchew! Covered in shit ... mouth full o' shit ... and yer nipples are *still* hard as rocks!" Trixie's face burned with humiliation. "She's right," she thought. "My nipples *are* still rock hard! I'm *still* close to climax! What's wrong with me? Why hasn't this humiliation been enough of a turn-off ... to keep me from responding to Lynn's hungry mouth?" So close ... climax almost here ... Teefah squatted close to whisper in the soiled blonde's ear. "Ah notice you ain't spit it out, either," she purred. "You must really lahk the taste o' mah shit, donchew!?" Trixie stirred a bit from her stupor. She *did* still have her mouth crammed full of shit! Why *hadn't* she spit it out, yet? The realization came immediately: In order to spit it out, she'd have to use her tongue - to press her tongue up against the mass of shit stuffed inside her mouth. And even though her tongue was currently pressed firmly down in her mouth by a mammoth load of shit, she found she just couldn't willingly use it, now. She couldn't willingly press her tongue further against a mass of ... *shit* ... even if it meant keeping the disgusting load in her mouth. Lynn had latched onto Trixie's clit and the degraded blonde knew it was all over. "You must lahk the taste o' mah shit," Teefah purred. "Show me how much you lahk eatin' mah shit!" Trixie climaxed. Hard. Her shit-smeared body spasmed uncontrollably, straining itself against the chains that bound her. She screamed, but could only gag as the huge, foul mass crammed in her mouth began to slide down her throat. She saw Teefah, who was now standing and regarding her in amazement. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was the mind-numbing orgasm that was shaking her, and the immense mass of shit easing down her convulsing throat as she continued to choke and helplessly swallow. Lynn was relentless, as she sucked and chewed on the helpless blonde's swollen clit, playing the thrashing blonde's pussy like a dime-store harmonica. Trixie came and swallowed, came and swallowed, came and swallowed ... Finally, mercifully, the orgasm passed and Trixie's ravaged body collapsed. Lynn stood, licking pussy juice from her lips. "Ewwww!" the brunette squealed, finally looking at the chained blonde while her own lip curled in revulsion. "Trixie! You're covered in poop!" Panting weakly, the shit-smeared blonde whimpered and clenched her eyes shut. Dully, she realized her mouth was now empty, although still coated with a disgusting reminder of her subjugation. "I came," she whispered to herself, unable to focus her whirling thoughts. "With a woman eating me out, and with my mouth full of another woman's shit ... I came." Sobbing in abject abhorrence, she forcefully repressed the memory of climaxing while eating shit. Some things just couldn't be faced. Unfortunately, Teefah wasn't about to let it go. "Sheeee-IT, Blondie!" she cackled, in disbelief. "You got off! You went off like a fuckin' firecracker from eating my shit!" Trixie thought she'd die from shame, but weakly tried to correct her abuser -- that she had climaxed *in spite* of the mouthful of shit -- that she had climaxed from Lynn's expert cunnilingus. But the dull realization hit her that that still made her a lez ... and the fact that a mouthful of shit hadn't kept her from cumming like a freight train meant she was probably a sick, perverted, shit-eating lez. "God, and I thought *I* enjoyed abuse!" Lynn murmured, a disgusted look on her face as she fingered herself, looking down both literally and figuratively at the chained, shit-smeared blonde. Teefah straddled Trixie's head and began casually pissing on the white girl's face. To her surprise, Trixie found she welcomed this - it washed some of the smeared feces from her face, from where the black woman had wiped her ass, earlier. Cringing in degradation, the chained blonde opened her mouth so the black woman could piss in it. "Anything to get the taste of shit out of mah mouth," she thought, weeping bitterly as she strained to catch every drop. "Gawd ... what's become of me?!? How did I end up as a black woman's personal toilet?!?" She swished the captured urine around in her mouth and swallowed, trying desperately to get rid of the slick, heavy taste of shit that's he could feel all the way down her throat. "Yeah," Teefah murmured, fingering herself as the urine stream slowed to a trickle, "You lahk dat, donchew, Blondie?! You get off on dat, donchew!" The black woman casually strolled back to the desk and leaned back on it, spreading her legs wide. As if on signal, Lynn rushed over and dropped to her knees, burying her face between the black woman's muscular thighs. Teefah's eyes were glued to Trixie, sobbing and chained to the commode. "You gonna be my personal toilet, Blondie," Teefah told Trixie, gently resting one hand on the submissive brunette's head as Lynn went down on her. "Mah sweet, black ass ain't never gonna touch cold porcelain, again - everytime ah goes t'the bathroom, it's gonna be on your slutty, white face. An' ah'll sit there and watch you cum while ah do it." Teefah's words were becoming breathy, her verbal dominance of the degraded blonde adding to the excitement of getting orally serviced by her white submissive. "One white girl t'lick me," she murmured, her expression glazing over, "anudder one t'piss n' crap in." Trixie tried not to puke, as she thought of the foul mass that now rested inside her. Her tear-filled eyes met Teefah's and the black woman smiled as she began to climax. "Ahm gonna give you preferential treatment, Blondie," Teefah gasped as she came. "Lynn is mah personal sex slave, but ahm gonna make you mah personal toilet slave." Trixie burst into shamed weeping, sobbing loudly. Not from the degradation that she had just suffered, but from the realization that her pussy was, even now, tingling with arousal as she thought of her coming days being subjected to the cruel black woman's "preferential treatment."