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 Part Two War with the Village of Lumber

   Ester was a fair child of light colored blonde hair and blue eyes.  No
one would mistake her for a child of Southern Climate Heritage.  It was for
this reason that Countess Fanny decreed that in order to hide her from the
inevitable search that surely would follow that she be thoroughly disguised
from her former self.  Her hair was long, it was cut short.  It was
straight, it was curled.  It was blonde, it was dyed black.  Her skin was
disguised with the oils of black walnut husk that made a near permanent
stain and made one look entirely more aboriginal in race.  Thus she became
a dark haired dark skinned girl we were to call Gita who presumably came
from Persia.  This way when the Sherif or others came looking for her it
would be far harder to find her if she were in plain sight.

   She was assigned house keeping duties and moved into the dormitory with
the others like myself.  If she had lesbian tendencies, they were tempered
by her basic lack of cooperation with those she considered her peers.  She
felt herself better than us, even though she needed our protection.  While
we had all come from lower class poor households, her father was quite
wealthy working as a servant of the Baptist Church.  She was used to having
servants, not being one, and to have to pretend to be a "darkie" went
against her upper class prejudices.

   A few days after her arrival came the first of many fights.  She called
Sassy a Nigger, and the outspoken Negress reacted with a bitch slap across
Ester's face.  Soon they were tearing and clawing at each other till the
head girl Shelley Creamery broke into the room separating the two hellcats
from each other's throats.

   "Greedy Garden Gophers!  What in the heck is with you two?" Shelley said
as she stood between them, several girls holding them back from continuing
the fight.

   "I don't have to kowtow to a darkie!" hissed Ester, her hair in tangles
in her bruised face. Sassy had gotten the better of the fight thus far.

   "In case you hadn't noticed, you too are a "darkie" for the time being."
Shelley pointed to her dyed skin.  "I suggest you learn to live with us. 
It would be very easy for anyone here to give a little word to a little
bird, and you would get hauled right back to Lumber and your angry Reverend
Father."

   "And you Sassy," Shelley turned to the other offender in the fight "You
seem to have forgotten what it was like being oppressed, how it made you
antisocial and mean.  You have been here for a while and seen a better way.
I hope you are willing to take it.  The Countess does not countenance
trouble-makers."

   "She ain't my master and I ain't her slave.  Tell her to do her own work
and quit bossin' me." Sassy replied.

   "The Countess has a way of dealing with girls who fight." said Shelley.
"The both of you will report to the penance room in 45 minutes.  A tribunal
of your peers will decide your punishment."

   The two girls were lead up the stairs to a room at the far end of the
hall from the Countesses.  The room was set up with a high bench and a
leather backed chair, two tables on either side of it set lower, and a
wooden railing in a square in front of the three tables.  There were seats
for spectators and it resembled a European style court room in miniature

   The two, Ester and Sassy were lead to chairs on opposite sides of the
square railing and directed to sit.  I followed along finding a seat in the
commons area to watch the trial.  Constance and Yuki sat by me on either
side and the remaining chairs filled with others from the dormitory of
Chamber maids.

   Soon six black robed older girls including Shelley Creamery and several
others that shared the leadership roles in the house came in taking their
places at the lower tables left and right of the raised bench.  "All rise
for the honorable Judge Fanny LesBass." said Shelley, and we all stood as
Aunt Fanny came into the room wearing a black robe and white powdered wig.
All the judges at the lower bench placed powdered white wigs on their own
head so they all looked very 18th century to my thinking.  We all sat down
after Aunt Fanny took her place.  She looked at Sassy, then at Ester.  "The
bench summons Ester Chastity to the defendant box."

   A Sargent of arms opened the square railed box and directed Ester to
stand within it.  She crossed her arms looking defiantly at the court
judges.  Her glare seemed to say, "Yeah, screw you."

   Countess LesBass looked down over her spectacle and spoke " Miss
Chastity.  You may explain to us your side of what happened to cause a
fight between you and Sassy."

   Ester glared at her opponent and in a less than pleasant tone of voice
began a rant.  "That...that darkie is an uppity bitch who doesn't know her
place!  She talks back to her betters and she refuses to do work when you
tell her!  She attacked me for no reason and I defended myself even though
she fights dirty!"

   "And how is it, that you, the latest arrival to our little community
feel that you out rank Sassy in order to merit giving her orders?" asked
thre Countess.  "It seems to me you should be listening to orders rather
than giving them."

   "But Countess," argued Ester, "She is dark and I am white...well that is
I am white when I don't have this dye disguising my skin."

   "We do not distinguish race here, nor assign superiority based on
anything other than individual merit.  So far you have not merited rank. 
Please sit back down.  Miss Sassy, please take the Defendant Box." said
Countess Fanny.

   The Sargent of Arms directed Ester to her seat and Sassy to take the
box. Sassy was less defiant but still looked very angry.

   "That white bitch called me a name I will not suffer.  She tol' me to
empty her chamber pot.  I kicked her ass all right, and will every time she
gives me that kinda disrespect!" Sassy shouted angrily.  "An' if you don't
like it you can kiss my ass!"

   "You may be seated Sassy." stated the countess calmly.

   Sassy didn't wait for the Sargent at Arms but thrust open the defendant
box door and stormed back to her seat.

   The Countess looked to the Judges on the left, "How do you find the
defendants?"

   Each girl in turn said "Guilty of first offence."

   The Countess looked to the Judges on the right and again asked "How do
you find the defendants?"

   They also in turn answered "guilty of first offence."

   The Countess then folded her hands and directed the two girls, Sassy and
Ester to stand.  "I hearby sentence you to share one night in the cooler.
You will find that there you have total privacy and can either kill one
another and perhaps die yourself as a result, or work together and find
common grounds and come out of your ordeal the better for it.  Sargent,
take them to the cooler."

   "What the hell is a cooler?" asked Sassy as the two were lead away.

   I turned to Yuki, "Yes, what is a cooler?"

   Yuki stated what she knew "In the sub basement below the baths there is
a cavern with a hot springs that we cycle into the baths for warmth.  But
in one remote part of the cave there iis no water and the tempreture there
is a constant 42 degrees.  There the Countress has fashioned a jail.  It is
not cold enough to freeze to death but most uncomfortable.  In it there is
one bunk with one leather covered mattress and a thin blanket; nothing
more. Two girls fighting will be placed in this room naked for 24 hours. 
Unless they learn to get close for warmth it will be the longest most
uncomfortable day of their lives."



   For the next twenty-four hours the Dorm was abuzz with speculations. 
Would Ester get killed by Sassy, then Sassy freeze to death?  Perhaps Sassy
would take the blanket and the bunk and only nearly freeze while Ester,
whom was up till recently pitied, might die of exposure huddled in a corner
of the cave making Sassy seem a cruel bully unworthy of friendship.  Then
there were those who said Ester might get the upper hand and do in Sassy,
making her subject to banishment back to Lumber, where her Father's anger
could well prove fatal.

   When the door finally opened we were all in for a surprise who thought
along those lines.  The two naked girls strode out of the door in close
embrace and announced to one and all they were in love.  Sassy fawned over
Ester like a new baby and Ester looked up into Sassy's eyes like Juliette
must have gazed at Romeo.

   Love relationships are not encouraged at the Estate.  Too often
rivalries and jealousies compound our free sexual lifestyle.  Thus what was
next to happen was probably providence stepping in before the situation got
worse.

   The Sherif of Gretchen County of which both Lumber and the Countess'
Estate resided showed up with a writ to search the entire property.  With
him were a dozen grim looking men including the Revereand Chastity, Ester's
Father.  Many of us were questioned as to whether or not Ester had come
here, and we all lied, but with great fear of getting ourselves sent off to
a reform school for our purgery.

   In teams of two the gruff outsiders went through every room of the
house, searching for hidden rooms and going through all our belongings
looking for evidences.  Next the farm was searched through the fields, the
barns and stables...all without sign of Ester or Sassy whom were completely
and mysteriously absent.

   I was required to go into the Library as were many of the girls, one at
a time and face questions.  Sitting in the Countesses high back leather
chair was the Reverend Jeremiah Chastity and in a near by padded dining
room chair the Sherif, smoking a large foul smelling cigar.

   (Reverend) Now child, no one is gonna hurt you if'n you tell us the
truth.  I am looking for this girl.  (He handed me a posed photograph of
Ester taken in a studio some two or three years ago.)

   (Sherif) But if you lie to the law we will see you are punished.  We
will ship you off to a work house or a reformatory and you will truly rue
the day you crossed Sherif Rufus T.  Blowhaard.

   (Myself) Honestly sirs, there is no one here who looks like this
photograph.  There is no one here called Ester.  I am sure that if she were
here you would simply see her.  Why would we hide her from you?  (My answer
was neither a lie nor the full truth.  But it gave me wiggle room should I
be found out in it.)

   (Reverend) Are you forced into abominations here my child?  Does that
evil woman the Countess encourage you to behave in ways that are Godless or
depraved? (Myself) Oh no sirs.  I am a simple serving girl and my life here
is as normal and uneventful as a night knitting doilies.  This is a quiet
serine place, uneventful and very mundane.

   Such was the disingenuous conversation with each of the girls and older
staff on the farm.  The Countess was given even a greater inquisition and
was threatened with untold damnations and Earthly torments if she did not
immediately summon Miss Ester Chastity up in the flesh for her Father and
the Law.  The Countess spoke quietly and assuredly but did not flinch in
her refusal to cooperate in any such matter, especially at the threat of a
prison cell.

   In utter frustration the Reverend Chastity let her be and after
satisfying his search and destruction of our things inside the house, moved
on to help with the deputies searching the grounds.

   I watched from the upper back balcony as the Reverend and the Blowhaard
Sherif stormed through the barn, frightened and released all the horses in
the stable and finally breaking into an outhouse that sat at some distance
from the main house as a place of relief for grounds keepers.

   Inside the outhouse they found Sassy with her knickers to her knees
taking a moment of privacy on the chair.  She screamed and cursed at them
for their invasion of her intimacy as they backed away, hats in hand
apologizing profusely.

   With this mutual embarrassment the invaders released us and fled the
farm, vowing to return another day.  Once gone we all ran to Sassy whom was
the only one who knew the true hiding place of her lover Ester.  She was
still sitting on the outhouse hole when we got there peering out the cracks
in the wood with her pantiloons around her ankles and her skirt hiked to
her chest.

   "Sassy!" I cried.  "The men have all gone.  Tell me where is Ester, we
are all worried sick."

   "Come and give me a hand girl." came her reply.  She opened the door,
not bothering to redress, but began to pull a rope that went down the
outhouse well.

   "You didn't!" I said in surprise.

   Sassy nodded "yes" as we both heaved at the rope to pull poor Easter
from the shit in the bottom of the pit.  As she emerged from the wooden
hole she was naked except for a rope under her arms, and so covered with
slimy brown bile as to look like something of a beast from a fairy tale.

   "Oh Ester!" I tried not to laugh.  "The smell you make would make a poor
skunk lose it's breakfast!"

   "That was a sorry idea Sassy!" replied Ester standing in the field
dripping large turds from her naked body with her hands hung limp and
helpless.

   "It saved your lily white ass." Sassy snapped back.  "Lets go find a
horse troth and give you about a dozen baths, shall we?"

   That evening a meeting of the entire staff in the library was held, and
not for fun and games.  Something had to be done about Ester before her
presence brought us all down.  It was debated any number of ways but in the
end, Ester, unfortunately must either return to her Father or go elsewhere
with our blessings.

   "If Ester goes, I go with her!" Sassy insisted.  The two were totally
inseparable since spending a day and night in the cooler.

   "I will not turn a girl away into the streets, not unless she has
greatly offended my estate." pronounced the Countess.  "Therefore I have
decided to send the two of you to a friend of mine in San Francisco.  She
is a photographer who makes what they call "French Post cards".  She is
always in need of young nude models.  You can model for her and act as her
assistants procuring other young girls for the same work.  I am sending a
letter of introduction, purchasing a steam ship passage and giving you each
$600 in gold, the remainder of your contracts.  You may use the money as
you please, but spend wisely.  It sounds like a fortune, but it will
quickly be exhausted if the treasure is not replenished."

   Ester and Sassy hugged the Countess and with tears in their eyes thanked
her for her generosity.  "Since you must leave as soon as passage can be
arranged, let us plan for a farewell party for you two.  I suggest it be a
Lilith and Eve party, clothing not allowed below the neck and above the
stocking, and we drink champagne, eat raw oysters and caviare, and cavort
like the disciples of Sappho.  It shall be held in the grand Ball Room
which is only opened for special occasions, complete with orchestra for
dance and romance."

   All the girls squealed with glee at the suggestion of it, and went off
to plan for the most exotic head dress stockings and shoes they might
acquire for the event.  I had never been to such an event before and the
first was indeed the most memorable.

   Before the party was to take place in two weeks, the day before Sassy
and Ester were to take a Coach to Baltimore for passage around South
America up the coast of California to San Francisco, I was able finally to
begin sitting for my portrait with the Countess, who with the Ester affair
had by necessity delayed its beginning.  Each afternoon before Eros Class I
sat in her studio, a simple black velvet blouse, white stockings and buckle
shoes, and my legs spread as wide as possible exposing my vaginal parts. 
Thus I would be forever recorded for posterity, a 12 year old girl who
loved to expose herself to women, and the joys that follow.

   Countess Fanny for inspiration would come and lick at my pussy and
inhale its youthful flowing scents, taste my juices and marvel at the pink
folds of perfection in which it was made.  She sometimes would also have me
stand on my knees with my back turned so that she might lick my anus and
the full length of my small white butt crack.  When doing this she could
not help but take a paint brush and tickle her own vagina or with her
fingers masturbate furiously to get her head in a place where the painting
should express.

   I too was allowed to play in her playground and came to love her hairy
vagina almost as much as her hairy butt crack for diving in with my face
and searching with my tongue.  Together we spent many a happy hour both
painting and posing, then licking and reaming, woman to child.  I entreated
her to use me as her toilet, but she said I had not advanced enough in my
training yet, that when she did make me a toilet girl, it would be the
happiest day of my life without reservations.

   I told her that I had progressed as far as touching Yuki's ass after she
had used the chamber pot number two.

   "And how did it taste to you, the unwiped bottom?" Fanny smiled as she
worked on my portrait as I posed.

   "It was bitter and acidic, like Hungarian peppers too long on the vine
before picking." I said.  "I did not like the taste."

   "Did you lick Yuki clean regardless?" asked Fanny.

   "No, I admit the flavor was too intense." I said lowering my head in
embarrassment.

   "When you can eat full mouthfuls of the most pungent diarrhea and
swallow them wanting more, then you are ready to be my toilet girl." Aunt
Fanny smiled again.  "Don't worry, I will see that you get the right
training."

   "Oh I do look forward to that day, to place my face in your hairy ass
crack, let the runny brown gush flow down into my mouth, then to have you
mop my face with it from the cheeks of your behind...  it sounds like
Heaven." I imagined out loud.

   "You certainly have the right attitude." laughed Fanny.  "Some girls
never learn to appreciate it.  It sounds like you will not be one of
those."

   "I would never let you down, even if I hated the taste I would eat it as
though it were peaches and cream!" I swore.

   As the days went by it approached my first month with the Countess
LesBass, and I was told by Yuki that it was time for us to rotate our
bedmate.  It was policy that no two girls spend too much slep time together
else they develop strong bonds and jealousies should other girls have sex
with their bed mate.

   Chosen for me was a little girl aged eight named Cherri, who was a dark
haired child rather shy in nature.  I was told she was behind in her Eros
class and that anything I could do to encourage her at night would help
her. She was fond of Raggity Anne dolls and playing house, swings on the
playground and having others bush her long raven hair with mother-of-pearl
comb.

   That first night I attempted to snuggle her and then to lick her pussy,
but she became rigid and responded only mechanically when told to touch me,
or lick me.

   I felt very frustrated and unsatisfied, even though she was a perfectly
beautiful little girl.  All my other lovers had fully appreciated and
participated in love making, and Cherri was just not involved yet.

   While eating together the following night I discovered she had a sweet
tooth, asking for several helpings of baklava, a honey coated middle
eastern candy like dessert.  It occured to me that with her love of playing
dolls and her weakness for sweets, I might have a way of bringing her
around and better satisfy my hunger for girl to girl oral sex.  I went to
the kitchen and asked that they give me a small plate of salt water taffys
which I placed in a tin and hid under our pillow when changing the linens.

   That night I played Raggety Ann with her rather than go to the library,
even though I knew the games there tonight were particulalry nasty and fun.
We played in the empty dormitory bin our room and my doll pretended to kiss
Ragetty Ann's bottom and pussy and we would giggle and I would tickle her.
After an hour of this I suggested another fun game called "Talking bottom".
In it I first removed my underwear, placed my hands on either ass cheek and
opened and closed my ass and spoke as though it were a mouth talking to
her. She laughed hysterically at this absurdity, and so my ass told her
jokes for another half an hour.  She decided to play the same game with her
own ass and soon our two butts were talking face to face and pretending to
have tea and finger sandwiches.  After this we were soon to go to bed and I
said, "Now here is one more game for you Cherri." I took out the water
taffy's and her eyes grew wide and her tongue licked her lips in
anticipation of them.  I placed one to my anus and pushed it inside, then
another and another.  "You put some in your ass too." I said.  Then when
the lights are out we can eat them out of one another during night love."

   "Ok!" she said cheerfully.  Making sex another game and with a sweet
reward was all that it took.  Cherri was quick to put several candies up
her butt and excited to begin the game.  After lights out under the covers
with all the other girls in the room also involved in degrees of sexual
activities, our own undercover games were hardly noticed by our whimpering
and involved bunk neighbors likewise in acts of amour.

   I showed her how telling her to push a little and let only one candy out
into my mouth, and only after I had pushed my tongue in as deep as I could
and wiggled it around inside her rectum.  She agreed, and I put my mouth in
he crack, licking luxuriously up and down her little cleft before diving in
with my mouth full open and my tongue drilling hard and deep.  Soon she
pushed a taffy out and it slid into my mouth.  "Mmmm!" I smiled.  "Its
delicious.  Now you try it."

   Now, since that day to this I have had many little girls lick my
asshole. I can say that old woman or young, nothing compares with a little
girl pushing her tongue up your butt for the first time.  If you have
daughters, grand daughters, little sisters, nieces or just youngster
neighbors, teach her and you will both be rewarded for your troubles. 
Feeling her nose pant fast as it breached my crack, feeling her tiny mouth
searching the sensitive folds of my anus, and at last her tongue pushing in
where she moments before dare not venture is an experience of unbridled
erotic energy.  After licking for some minutes I grabbed her head trying to
push her deeper, I was on fire with passion.

   "She stopped licking long enough to say "Alice, where is my candy?"

   I had forgotten it in the moment of ecstasy.  "Oh sorry." I said.  I
pushed a taffy into her mouth and she began to chew it making yummy noises
of approval.

   "Lets keep playing" I managed to pant through my heightened passion. 
"Let me lick yours now."

   The game went on until all the candies both up our asses, and in the tin
were gone.  The last two rounds I let her take them up my ass but none in
hers.  "Don't you want more candy?" she asked innocently.

   "Your bottom is candy enough for me." I smiled.  "And I want you to lick
my bottom as long as you want to."

   "This is much more fun than when I did it before." she admitted.  "Ms
Oberman was totally disgusting and it made me sick.  My last two bed mates
tried to get me to do that but I was afraid after my first bad time of it."

   I hugged and kissed my little lover stroking her hair.

   "But for you Alice, it was more of a pleasure.  I still felt dirty at
first, but now I think I like doing it,....with you." Cherri confided.

   "Believe me my little Raggety Ann, I greatly enjoyed doing it with you
too." I kissed her cheek as we drifted off to sleep.

   The day was approaching for the Lilith and Eve Party and Going away
ceremony.  Constance and I would greatly miss Sassy, as she was one of our
original group of discovery, but she had moved on and we had to do so as
well.  Constance's latest lover was very fond of "chocolate sex" and they
would meet each day after lunch in private to practice full on scat sex,
something I was not ready for and even Yuki had only tried a time or two.
Constance lover was named Phoebe and was most fond of shitting in a girl's
mouth.  She claimed she could not orgasm unless she did this first.

   Since Eros class did not cover this except for upper class students, I
asked Constance if I might watch her and Phoebe doing it as I was
interested in learning more.  What little experience I had with it, I
wanted more and availed myself of every opportunity to do so.  After all,
it was the natural extension of my ass licking passion.

   "Phoebe is a bit shy about her passion." said Constance.  "But if you
hide in the Linen closet, I won't tell her that you are peeking at us if
you want to be there tomorrow after lunch time."

   I agreed to the little deception and after morning classes learning
reading and math, I slipped back into the dormitory to the Linen closet
closest to Constance and Phoebe's bunk and waited.  I cracked the door open
just enough to watch the trist and found my heart racing with excitement in
anticipation (and because of the secret voyeurism).  It was only about five
minutes I had to wait for it.  Phoebe and Constance came into the Dormitory
hand-in-hand looking around to see if they were alone.

   "Is it all clear?" asked Phoebe.

   "No one here but us chamber pots." smiled Constance.  "Shall I wear my
clothes today or go naked?"

   "I don't have time to wash your smock and blouse, so take everything off
please." Phoebe replied.  Phoebe was already skinnying out of her
pantaloons, and stockings, and folding her skirt, placing them all in the
locket at the foot of the bed.  She then pulled out the bed extention with
the chamber pot built in to it as Constance, now naked lay back on the bed
with her head positioned over the chamber pot.

   I took the opportunity to put my hand in my panties and touch my
clitoris, masturbating as I peeked out the crack in the door.

   Phoebe, now bare from the waist down climbed over Constance and lowered
her round rump to Constance face, standing on her knees over the lower
girl. Constance looked up into the red haired girls pale round rear end and
reached to touch her.

   "Uh Uh Uh!" Phoebe warned.  "I didn't give you permission."

   "Sorry Phoebe." Constance withdrew her hands.  "Mam, may I please touch
your bottom please?"

   "First tell me what you are." said Phoebe, teasing with a smile back
over her shoulder.  "And you better get it right this time."

   "I'm,...  I'm a shit eater." said Constance.

   "And what else?" asked Phoebe.

   "I'm more worthless than a chamber pot.  If I was worth more I would be
fit to fuck pigs.  As it is, eating dog shit is too good for me." said
Constance, looking over toward me in the closet.

   I was shocked to hear Constance speak of herself in that way.  I did not
understand that it was part of a game they play before she was used as a
chamber pot.  I was, at the time scandalized at such abusive language.

   "You are a little whore.  You are the scum and blood from a monthly
period.  You are a sick little fuck that is only good for eating shit and
sucking dirty assholes." Phoebe said most viciously.  She sat down on
Constance face grinding her butt so hard in her face she could not possibly
breath.

   Constance writhed around on the bead and made muffled noises like she
was shouting while gagged.  "Get you worthless worm tongue up my asshole
you little pile of diarrhea!  " Phoebe ground her hard and gyrated her ass
over Constance face with extreme force .

   I began to fear for Constance life as she seemed to struggle against the
suffocating white twin ass cheeks.  Finally, at last Phoebe rose up as
Constance gasped for air, her mouth open as if near collapse.

   "Good girl." Phoebe stroked Constance vagina lovingly with her hand. 
"What do you want?"

   Constnce still panting for air replied "I...want...your shit..."

   "Where do you want it?" Phoebe again teased.

   "In...my mouth." answered Constance.

   "Why?" asked Phoebe.

   "Because I love eating your shit." Constance said.

   "I think I will shit in the chamber pot instead." teased Phoebe.

   "OH NO!" Constance begged.  "Please don't waste it.  Let me eat it."

   "But its particular nasty and runny today.  I think it is very very wet
and smelly too." Phoebe laughed.

   "Please." begged Constance.  "Give it to me or I'll die of a broken
heart!"

   "I don't care about your heart.  Hear, smell my fart!" said Phoebe, who
then let a lout long gaseous wind from her bowel that even in the closet
smelled rank.

   "Thank you, more." said Constance licking Phoebe's asshole as it was now
just an inch in front of her face.

   "Here is a sampler of your meal." said phoebe who them pushed.  I could
see the anus bulge and suddenly a liquid torrent splatter Constance mouth,
filling it instantly.

   Constance gagged under the horrible taste of the fowl smelling diarrhea.
When Aunt Fanny had shit in Sasha's moth and I witnessed it, it had been a
firm and almost odorless turd.  My guess was she controlled her diet to
make it as pleasant as possible to eat.  The very smell of Phoebe's shit
would have sickened a drunken sewer worker.  I could only imagine the taste
to be much, much worse.

   Constance managed to swallow just in time for an even larger repulsive
"Ploop!" into her sweet virginal 12 year old face.  It now piled up over
her nose as she gulped it down, running down into the chamber pot and over
her forehead and down her neck.

   "Eat it!  EAT IT!" Phoebe shouted in a wicked vengeful voice.  She sat
back down as though to smother poor Constance a second time, the shit
squeezing out up Phoebe'a ass crack and mashing into every crevasse and
pore of Constance drowning face.  Constance again began to writh on the bed
as Phoebe gyrated, grinding her ass and the slippery shit up and down the
poor girl till she was a sticky, mucky mess.  I could see Constance face
from gyration to gyration, her tongue extended licking Phoebe's shit filled
ass crack as though it were mother's milk.

   Phoebe began to arch her back, then to shudder, then to let out a deep
and prolonged moan of orgasmic release.  She continued bucking for several
minutes until the fit of passion left her and she fell forward, her still
shit coated ass now visible for my spying eyes to see.  Constance rose up
on her elbows looking first at the ass, then at me.  She smiled through the
mud mask of putrid brown clinging to her skin and made a heart with her
finger on the shitty ass of Phoebe, for me to see.

   "Darling..." moaned Phoebe "hurry and lick me clean.  Play period is
almost over and they will be returning here to change the linens and do
dusting."

   "Yes Phoebe." said Constance with a decidedly gooie sounding tongue. 
"Thank you again for a wonderful time."

   Constance spent another five minutes licking shit out of Phoebe's butt
crack, and seeing they were running out of time they quickly dressed and
made their way down stairs to the baths.  I crept out of my closet with a
new and deeper understanding of the Feminine shitting ritual in its higher
forms.  It too was a disgusting yet highly erotic endeavor one had to reach
step by step rather than jump in to as a love making experience.  I had
just seen lesson ten while myself still studying on lesson one.

   As I posed for the Countess that afternoon, my vagina spread in that
lovely velvet blouse and knee high cotton socks I asked her about what I
had seen.  "Aunt Fanny, does everyone involved in chamber pot sex feel
inclined to use insulting language, to smother and to mash it in one's
face?"

   "Not all do." Fanny smiled back as she painted.  "But there is a ritual
around the experience that has grown by tradition around humiliation of the
girl chamber pot.  Its sort of a game we play to get a girl out of herself,
into the character whom she is to be in fantasy."

   "Sort of like me playing dolls with Cherri, or putting candy up my anus,
then making it talk...a way of getting her out of her fears and in to
another place." I extrapolated.

   "Exactly." Fanny continued to stroke the canvas with her brush "You see,
to some women, trained by centuries to fear and even loath sexual
experience, even so much as to kiss another woman with her open mouth would
seem an abomination.  I am trying here to train young women to explore
every sexual possibility their bodies can offer.  That includes oral,
vaginal, breast and anus stimulation and exploration.  I am undoing a
mistake made 5000 years ago with Moses." "And when I become your Girl of
the Toilette, will you speak and act to me that way?" I said as I gently
stroked my clitoris exposed to her view.

   "If you find it too offensive, no." thought Fanny.  "But I find the
guttural language and mild abuse add spice to the experience, like adding
pepper to Irish stew.  It is still a good meal without it, a better one
with it."

   "When can we try it?" I asked longing for more intimate trust from my
Mistress and Mentor.

   "I have asked your teacher to select candidates in your eros class to
begin training.  It seems that at least one student Constance has been
getting outside tutoring, she too will get some structured training from
Ms. Lipscomb.  Sasha and Asha, though young want also to learn the art. 
Perhaps when Ms Lipscomb says you are ready, then you and I will share the
Toilette together."

   Forgetting I was posing I hopped out of my chair giving Aunt Fanny a
neck hug and kiss.  "Oh thank you!" I gushed with happiness.

   "Perhaps we should take a break." Aunt Fanny kissed me back.  "Would you
like to kiss my bottom?  I believe I did not wipe it after my last
movement."

   "Oh Please let me!" I said dropping to my knees.  She raided her skirt
and lowered her knickers.  Bending over she spread her ample white cheeks
exposing her hair ass crack, this time caked in some amount of drying shit
among the butt hair there in.

   "Start by sucking the hairs clean, then lick the crusted shit around my
anus." instructed Aunt Fanny.  "If you find it too bitter you may stop."

   I would not have stopped if it tasted like fatal poison.  Placing my
mouth to her crack I inhaled the strong smell, felt the wet sticky hairs,
and at last opened my mouth to taste.  It was pungent and slightly bitter,
but I have had worse food, especially from France.  I began to lick up and
down Fanny's crack.  The matted hairs, glued together with shit resisted my
tongue and may older hairs pulled loose within mmy mouth.

   Other sticky hairs stubbornly refused to give up their cacked on shit
and I had to bite at them with clinched teeth to free the hairs from shit
coating.

   As last I worked my way downward to a gaping anus awaiting a good
licking, I sucked her asshole for anus dribbles that might remain.

   As Fanny stepped away from me she looked down and began to snicker, then
to laugh.

   "What?  What is it?" I was slightly offended by her reaction to my
passionate love making.

   "Your face..." she pointed mid chuckle "You have a halo of brown around
your mouth.  You look like a little girl who has been eating chocolate milk
and cookies." Sometimes when you are twelve years old its hard to get grown
ups to take you seriously.

   The remainder of the time till the night of the party passed
uneventfully, though there were rumors of spies watching with field glasses
at the edge of the property, no doubt sent by Sherif Blowhaard and Reverend
Charity to watch for Ester and to come down hard on the farm.  Ester was
encouraged to stay in doors, away from windows, and at costs not to speak
with any strangers that may happen onto the grounds.

   The big day arrived and the entire household was abuzz with excitement.
The Grand Ballroom was opened up which was closed except for special
occasions and decorations of paper streamers, lanterns from china,
decorated tables with silk table covers and leaded cut crystal bowls and
punch cups adorned the already ornate gold leaf coved wood carved hall. 
Seats were set up for an orchestra which was hired to come in from New York
City and was to play behind a partition on a second floor landing.  Though
we could hear every note, no one in the orchestra could see the ball room
or any of the invited guests by design.  They were also guarded by two
older lady overseers from taking a peek at the party and instructed to play
whenever signaled by the Countess.

   Thus we on the dance floor were free to enjoy good music and still have
the freedom to do, ...whatever the party had planned for us.  The kitchen
meanwhile was a madhouse, with Molly Brisket, the older woman head cook
barking out orders like a Sergeant at a gun emplacement.  Many teen and
preteen girls working in the kitchen scampered about stirring pots,
rotisserie turning on a spit a large boar hog slaughtered for the feast,
and making pies, cakes, cookies and confectionaries.

   My job this day, being a new comer was to empty chamber pots and change
linens, (as had been my job since I arrived two months ago.) This was also
Sassy and Ester's job so we were able to talk and give each other parting
promises ahead of the party where conversations may be harder to squeeze
in.

   "Sassy, I feel like we have been friends far longer than two months." I
confided in her as we hauled buckets of bile out to the dumping pit.  "We
came from a common misery, we found a new freedom, and now too soon you are
leaving for adventures off in a far away land."

   "Don't worry.  Now that I kin read an' write a little, I am gonna send
you a letter once in a while from Fran Sansisco." she smiled with her over
bright white toothed smile.  "I has to take care of my new lover Ester. 
That girl need someone to watch her back or she gets her ass kicked every
five minutes."

   "I would be like a lost lamb among the wolves without Sassy." Ester
added.  "And I must get away from my Father.  He will either make me a copy
of himself or kill me.  There is no middle ground for him."

   "I wish the both of you the best fortunes.  I guess you are going to
pose for French Post Cards for your keep and learn to be Photographers from
the Countesses' proteges Madam Susan Cheescake.  I understand she is quite
the artist with this new way of making portraits.  And they only take a
minute or two to pose for per painting.  It is a technological marvel." I
said as I emptied my bucket down the well.

   "I wonder why they call them French Postcards if they make them in
California?" thought Sassy aloud.  "Oh well, maybe them is like french
fries or Belgian waffles.  Names what stuck when they left their native
land and came to America."

   "Whatever reason they call them French, at least I will be off the
chamber pot duty." Ester said emptying her bucket.

   As the time approached for the Lilith and Eve Banquet and Dance we
retired to out dormitory where we found new costumes laid out on our beds
for each of us.  They consisted of a costume jewelry neckless, (glass and
brass, but looked like gold and diamond) a tiara or hat, some exotic and
eastern, others more traditional bonnets and fedoras, knee high stockings
of various colors and matching ballet style slippers.  Between necklace and
knee sock we were to arrive as naked as the day we were born, scrubbed and
looking our best.

   We hurried to the baths in the basement where already more than 30 girls
crowded the main hot pool excitedly washing each other (and fondling) in
preparation for the evening's excitement.  The three of us slipped in along
with them.  Sassy and Ester, who's brown stained skin had worn back to
white received a very warm and erotic welcome as dozens of hands helped
with their washing giving special detail to those areas of greatest
interest.

   Yuki , Cherri and Constance spent time with me and we washed each other
well and explored our favorite places till in a mood of heightened arousal
we all 40+ girls ran naked up the stairs passed the kitchen to our dorm and
began fitting ourselves in our party "outfits".

   We giggled like school girls (which we were) at the sight of one
another...shoes and socks, hat and jewels, but naked as a jay bird.  It
seemed a comical, yet also very provocative combination.

   I had white stockings, and silk white dancing shoes.  My hat was a small
pill box type with long pink ribbons flowing from the back.  My necklace
had a large pink rhinestone set in a field of white and pink smaller glass
stones.  There was also a set of white kit gloves with each outfit that
made me reverse dressed to each body extremity.

   "How do I look?" Yuki modeled her outfit which was a Geisha style comb
to put her hair up on her head and hold it, green stockings that separated
the large toe from the small and a set of wooden sandals.  Her necklace too
was all of green and her kit gloves of white.

   Cherri was ecstatic, running up and down the aisle between the beds,
wearing striped stockings, large bubble toe's shoes and a sleeping cap like
Raggety Ann has.

   Sassy had the best costume of all of us.  Her head cover was some kind
of African Priestess head dress with coiled ivory boar tusks on the side,
beaded weave and interlaced feathers.  Her leggings were made of shaggy fur
from some kind of beast and her feet were bare except for bells on her
toes. Instead of kit gloves she wore wrist bracelets made of carved
elephant ivory and beads of gold.  She looked quite natural naked, as
though it was the normal part of the costume.

   All the girls looked...well...fantastic, like a perverts wet dream.  We
all moved together in a naked herd toward the door, down the hallway to the
main stairs and down to the main ball room which was normally locked away
and out of bounds.  Tonight the double doorway was wide open and at the
door two upper class 17 year olds wore powdered wigs and white stockings
with buckle shoes like those worn by 18th century doorman.  "Enter this way
ladies." beaconed the naked doorman on the left.  You will find food and
other refreshments in the back of the hall, dancing on the main floor,
pillows and chairs on the sides for wall-deflowering."

   We entered chatting away about what wonders the night might hold for us
yet ahead.  The room was mysteriously filled with the sound of orchestral
music, but no where in sight was a group of musicians.  This was of course
because they were housed behind a 2nd floor landing behind a panel so as
not to see us in our frolicking.  Such tales were rampant enough in the
village without an entire orchestra of eye witnesses.

   "Welcome children." came Fanny's familiar rich voice.  At the far end of
the room she stood, naked like us with a regal head dress of silver and
gold studded with real emeralds, rubies and diamonds.  Her feet were
adorned with tall leather boots that rose above the knee and stood on spike
like heels.  Her arms were open in a beckoning manner, and for the first
time I had a glimpse of her unclothed body, (beyond its lower nether
regions.) Her body was not as perfect as those of our nubile young legion
of staff.  Her breasts had large dark aureus and sagged with age.  Her
belly betrayed it's age with stretch marks and her hips of course were fat
from middle age pudge.  But to us her body was that of a Goddess, and no
set of young eyes looked at it without imagining suckling those breasts or
feasting at that bushy pubis.  The floor quickly filled with girls
skampering about, admiring the colorful decorations, taking in the heavenly
strains of Debussy's Blue Danube and exploring the fantasy of all the
combinations of food, alcoholic drink laced with absinth, and the erotic
undercurrent bound to end in an orgy of young flesh.

   I reached for a cup of punch and noticed it had an unearthly green glow
about it.  Having never taken strong drink before, my first sip made my
nose crinkle and my throat gag in rejection.  But the flavor was not
unpleasant despite the strong shock to my mouth and I consumed it all a sip
at a time.  By the time I had finished the room had taken on the same
fairyland like green glow, my head and body felt pixilated, as though it
were floating above my legs, and the sound now intensified in sweetness 100
fold.  My fellow partiers as well consumed magic punch and soon we were
swirling round in dance, chasing each other in a Bacchanalian lustful
frenzy.

   I danced with tall girls and short, plump ones and thin, the music had
me under it's spell and I moved about the floor totally unashamed and in
the heat of youth and passions.  Sassy did the most wild dance I have ever
seen that was full of leaps and gyrations, its hip thrusting erotic
movement inspired more than a dozen girls to leave the floor and begin love
making on the pillows and chairs against the walls.  So now the smell of
fresh quim added to the exotic erotic night music.

   "May I have this dance?" I heard the voice behind me and turned to face
Countess LesBass standing regal and inviting.

   I curtsied deeply bowing my head.  "Oh yes my Mistress.  For you I am
your willing slave."

   "I will settle for reasonably graceful dance partner if you please." she
smiled.  "You are rapidly rising in my expectations Alice.  Some day you
could be one of my top Captains if you decide to stay here after your term
of service."

   "I would not leave if dragged away by a fleet of locomotives." I
replied. I was indeed falling if not in love with Fanny, looking upon her
as a replacement for my mother.

   As we danced we continued to talk.  "Countess, you saved me from a life
of destitution, gave me a home, an education and a new way of thinking
about life.  I owe it all to you."

   "You are over generous with your praise." said Fanny holding her naked
body close to mine.  "From you girls I get a great deal of pleasure, both
carnal kind, and the satisfaction of remaking your lives in a direction I
believe the world should go.  Mostly you give an old woman like me a chance
to relive my youth through the adoration of you and being close to your
young bodies."

   "Just look at my sisters over on the pillows between each other's legs,
giving each other pleasures undreamed of from the hands of a man.  Look at
how they dive into it.  Soon you and I will be there and I will pleasure
you to your slightest whim or darkest fantasy." I whispered in her ear. 
"Give me a request.  Any request.  I cannot refuse you."

   "Not yet my sweet child." she smiled back.  "Don't rush it.  It's too
sweet to take in too quickly.  Let us continue to savor the flavor a while
longer."

   The Orchestra stopped as it came to the end of the number and we all
gathered back at the tables for more food and libations.  More of the drink
made us higher and higher, and soon we were not so much dancing as standing
and fondling one another in mass, with Aunt Fanny in the center, dozens of
hands exploring her body.  She moaned and kissed me, our mouths joining
locked together, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.  I felt hands
on me, dozens of hands, and then mouths and tongues.

   "I dropped to my knees before Fanny , pressing my face into her hair
covered field of pleasure.  I plowed into the bush with my mouth hungrily
seeking her wet hot spring.  She straddled my face.  As the music began to
play Moonlight Sonata she girated her hips in time and my tongue danced
with her swollen clitoris to te swelling tempos.  Soon she beckoned me to
join her in a pile of pillows , where in addition 10 other maidens were
sucking at her breasts, kissing her, or licking whatever naked flesh of
hers they might reach.

   The orchestra began to play "The Dance Maccabre" by Saint Saen and we
fell under a spell of the haunting movement, like souls swimming in a great
lake of wet passions.  Without direction it began, my mouth to her ass,
what girl I did not know,...another child placed her tongue up my crack and
began also licking with utter abandon.  Another attached to her rear end
and another to hers...till finally every woman in the room was in a long
circle of asslicking that contained some 60 naked women and girls.  It was
as though every ass in the room was in my face and I hungrily devoured it.
We then turned to kiss the girl doing our ass, then reversed, licking her
ass as though the current of passion reversed itself down the line around
the circle.  We switched and licked and drove in till by the hours end I
had licked so many asses I cannot give you a number how many nor even know
who all had licked in mine.  It was a most elevating ceremony, and one I
have often in years since enjoyed and repeated.

   We reamed and masturbated, licked quim while fingering anus for what
seemed like hours, and I orgasmed time and again.  Once in a while I would
pull my attentions away from whomever's asshole I was sucking to watch the
Countess as nymphets from every angle hungrily licked and caressed her
naked body.  Like the rest of us she was on a higher ethereal plane of
ecstasy and pleasure.  After we had somewhat satiated our lusts in the mass
orgy she stood among our naked gasping youthful bodies and made an
announcement.  "Children, young ladies, and friends, tonight we honor
Lilith and Eve and we send their daughters out into the world of Adam.  It
is a hard world void of pleasures as we feast in tonight.  It is a world
where our sisterhood is enslaved and at the mercy of brutish thrusting men.
But we are sending our sisters as revolutionaries, as agents of change, as
spies and saboteurs into their world, determined to take their weaknesses,
and turn them into our strengths.  Ester and Sassy, come forward in your
naked glory and accept the thanks of your sisters!"

   Sassy and Ester both stood where they were embraced and walked forward,
their naked young bodies drenched with the sweat of multiple orgasms and
the heightened passions of consumed adult beverages.  Sassy reeled in
drunken giggles while Ester pushed against her to hold her up, though none
too steady herself.  "Thang you!" Sassy lisped in a neon green haze.  "We
shirt-and-lee enjoy our honors and would love to give each of you the
chance to get you on-her-back"

   "Let us each of us christen our soul mates Sassy and Ester with a final
farewell toast." The naked Countess pointed to the refreshment table where
Ms Oberman and Miss Lipscomb stood by, also naked but for stockings, buckle
shoes and powdered wigs with an enema syringe each in their hands.  They
were filling them from the punch bowl.  "Go now my children and fill
yourself with refreshment and give one last taste of it to our departing
guests."

   A line of staggering drunk teens and preteens stood giggling at the
refreshment table each grabbing her ankles and allowing Ms Oberstein or
Miss Lipscomb to insert the green beverage up her behind.  She would then
walk over to the the guest of honor seated on a pillow and expel her
contents into their faces, which were held close together to catch the
spew. Sassy and Ester giggled and drank from the ass of every woman and
girl in the room, till at last they passed out in an alcohol and drug
enchanted stupor, still receiving enemas on their sleeping naked faces. 
They lay there covered in green wet slime and a few bits of expelled shit
that came out with the enemas, having narcotic dreams of naked butts and
endless orgasms.

   It was a pity our bliss was not to go unchallenged very long.

   The end of Part Two