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This story contains intense, graphic details of the life of a formerly
willing sex slave named Pooch. It is not intended to be read by
children or those that are offended by such material. It is a work of
fiction containing acts that are not recomended for emulation in the
real world. It is an on going story that will continue as long as the
readers indicate a strong desire for it to do so. Your email is the
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Pooch's Story (Part 5)
The Trial (Part II)
The first two tests had brought Pooch to the very brink of loosing her
mind.  While her intellect said obey, do 
exactly as your told or else the hurt will be much worse her body only
perceived that the more she obeyed the 
worse the hurt became and it was time to run away from the pain. The
urge to close  her eyes and curl up into a 
tight little ball was overwhelming.  During the short break between
tasks Pooch's intellect was able to regain a 
larger proportion of control but she feared that another task that
tested her endurance to pain would be more 
than she could handle.  
She would get a break from pure pain. In its place would come pure
shame.
Having been instructed in the requirements of task number three Pooch
crawled over to the couch where the 
four male jurors were seated. Her back was arched and her dangling
breasts swung from side to side with each 
stride. Mouth slightly open she licked her lips and forced a smile
trying to entice the strange men to mount 
her. Pooch was a bitchslave, part human, part dog. Her task was to get
all four men to come at the same time 
using her entire body but not touching their sex organs with her
hands. Most importantly they had to 
convinced that she was enjoying every minute. 
Enjoyment was going to be the last thing that she actually felt. Pooch
was no slut. She was an intensely 
private person, painfully shy and ashamed of her need to be dominated.
The main reason she had not left Ed, 
when she was given the opportunity,  was that she couldn't see herself
going out into the real world and 
finding someone else that could take his place. What would people
think when they saw the marks of ten years 
of subjugation covering her body. She would be too embarrassed to
expose herself to anyone else but Ed.  
Now she had to make out like a common whore soliciting sex from
strangers she could never like. The 
problem was her life depended on it so the licking tongue, swaying
hips and swinging tits advanced forward.
As she neared the edge of the sofa Pooch leaned foreword rubbing up
enticingly against Steve's leg with her 
cheek sliding up and down, sticking out her tongue and panting softly.
She then slid her face farther up until it 
contacted the surgeons crotch pushing her nose deep into the crevice
until it massaged the very erect  penis. 
Getting these men aroused was not going to be much of a problem but
how she would get all four of them off 
at the same time was  still a mystery to her. 
After rubbing up against his crotch for a minute she attacked his belt
buckle with her teeth then moving on to 
undue the waist band and pulling down his zipper. Pooch then latched
on to the top of Steve's boxers with her 
teeth and pulled them down hooking them underneath his sweaty hairy
balls, exposing the excited cock for all 
to see. She gave it a long slow lick from the base of his balls to the
tip of the slimy head and then moved her 
performance over to Garret.
As she moved over Pooch swallowed the precum that her tongue had
picked up off the end of Garret's penis. 
The smile on her face belied the revulsion she felt. When she pulled
down Garret's zipper and saw the yellow 
stain on his white jockeys it turned her stomach. As her tongue snaked
through the fly toward his pulsing dick 
she could smell the pungent smell of urine and thought, how could any
woman possibly want to do this for a 
living? Softly and carefully using tongue and teeth Pooch pulled the
rigid snake out from the protection of 
Garret's shorts. She used her lips to pull down the foreskin and ready
it for action. He breathed heavily trying 
to keep himself cool and in control while all the while he really
wanted to shoot his load into the gentle mouth 
he was quickly falling in love with. The look of desire never left
Pooch's face. She kissed the cock head then 
slid over to prepare Jordan.
There was nothing Jordan enjoyed more than being serviced by and
dominating white women. With Pooch on 
her hands and knees prepared to expose his manhood with her docile
mouth he was in his glory. Jordan sat on 
the sofa legs spread, his body language saying service me bitch. 
Pooch had never had sex with a black man. She didn't feel she was a
racist but still she felt that somehow this 
was an another step in her degradation.  It was Jordan who had come up
with the pussy whipping test. She 
hatted him. 
"Lets go bitch. Show me how much you love black cock".
Don't these guys ever wash?, thought Pooch as her mouth worked on
freeing Jordan's dick. The mingled 
smells of sweat, urine and precum was turning her stomach. As her
mouth began inhaling the dirty dick she 
heard  Mark get up and pull down his own jeans. Apparently he had
grown impatient. He moved behind her 
and placed his hands on her waist. Her rape was about to begin.
Jordan grabbed Pooch by the hair and shoved her head down on his cock
gagging her with his dick. At the 
same time Mark thrust deep into the cunt he had so savagely whipped
just minutes before. Once again Pooch 
was thrown into a world of pain she dared not try to escape. Garret
climbed on top of her hips, positioning 
himself ahead of Mark he pushed into Pooches dark hole restretching
the skin just ahead of her anus that had 
been torn preparing for the whipping, Each thrust by either Mark or
Garret seemed to rip her apart. 
"Move it slut", boomed Mark, "if I wanted a dead lay I'd be humping
Jasmine."
Agonizingly Pooch started to move back and forth in rhythm with the
two men at her rear. Each thrust brought 
a fresh jolt of ripping, tearing pain. At the other end her ability to
breath was seriously jeopardized  by the 
smelly cock lodged in the back of her throat. 
"What are you going to do about Steve?", joked Jordan. "You seems to
be out of holes bitch".
For Jordan it was funny for Pooch it was cause for more panic. What
could she do? She had to get all four 
men off at once. Her mind raced. She was rewarded with clarity. Pooch
suddenly understood what she had to 
do and how the previous tasks were in preparation for her rape. 
Pooch grabbed her burning breasts with her hands hand started slapping
them together.
"I think she wants to tit fuck you Steve", said Mark. "You better get
underneath".
Steve slid his hips underneath Pooch's tortured tits. Pooch lowered
her chest and grabbed Steve between her 
tits pushing them together from the side with her hands squeezing his
throbbing cock. She started into a 
rocking rhythm moving her rear back and forth her chest up and down
and her head up and down together with 
her chest.
Sweat poured out of her body in response to the strain as well as the
pain. She was exhausted. 
As she sensed the men were approaching climax Pooch began to moan. She
thought she had  better fake it.
Garret and Jordan shot their loads at almost the same time. Pooch
first gagged and then stifled a cough in a 
desperate attempt to contain Jordan's sperm within her mouth. The
stifled cough sent some of his seed up and 
out her nose. She tried to snort it back in. "Mmmmm" she moaned as she
swallowed the vile load.
The two men fucking her pain centers came shortly after covering her
chest with cum and leaving her with a 
dripping anus and cunt. There was a fair bit of blood mixed with the
jism dripping from her cunt. Pooch was 
so relieved it was almost over.
She crawled over to Mark and used her mouth and tongue to clean up his
penis. Jordan was cleaned while 
being serviced so he was OK. Mark was cleaned next. Garret was the
nasty one to clean up since he had been 
in her shit hole but at this point Pooch didn't much mind. Soon she
had put away the blanket placed on the 
carpet for her performance and returned the coffee table to its proper
spot. Eyes on the torture of Jasmine she 
awaited task four.
"Did you enjoy your time with the boys?", asked Marla.
"Yes mistress, I loved serving them", came the reply.
"Would you like to fuck them again?.
"If it pleases you I would love to fuck them again".
"Well, if they decide to let you live I am sure you will get many
opportunities, but now It's time to see if you 
can please the ladies. I am sure you will enjoy servicing them as much
as you enjoyed doing the men. Now 
since using your hands directly wasn't allowed when you did the men it
would only be right that they be off 
limits with the ladies too. Obviously you can use your mouth on one of
the ladies. Greta was nice enough to 
bring in this very special device that she calls her Rebel Tamer. She
says one session with it will turn the 
toughest man into a whimpering docile lamb".
Marla held up a shiny black strap on dildo that was very large though
not monstrous, maybe two and a half 
inches in diameter  by a foot long. On the back end there was a rubber
cup shaped to conform to a girls crotch 
with a series of thin, soft rubber fingers that would stimulate her
pussy and especially her clit as the dildo 
moved back and forth. The business end of the Rebel Tamer had a
feature Pooch had never seen before. 
Running up the entire length of the instrument were twelve pairs of
rings that looked like very thin metal 
washers. There was a space of a couple of millimeters separating the
rings in each pair.
"You will notice these rings", said Marla. "As this moves back and
forth in your hole the rings are pushed 
together caching and pinching any flesh caught between them. The grip
isn't strong enough to actually cause 
much damage but I'm told it feels like someone has gone to work on
your insides with a dozen pairs of pliers. 
To add to the stimulation Greta has also brought in this special
lubricating cream mixed with avery special hot 
sauce. It's the hottest hot sauce we know of. Since it's mixed in with
grease and not water soluble it stays 
were it's put for a very long time. You should find this combination
extremely stimulating. Now, spread your 
cunt lips I want to see how much damage there is. 
Marla came over to examine Pooch's severely damaged vagina. Pooch held
it spread open for examination 
with her finger tips.
"It looks pretty bad", said Marla. Greta is going to have to make use
your ass hole. You will make these ladies 
feel very special, remember that they are your mistresses as much as I
am when you are servicing them.  I think 
you should start with your dog act and then they will direct you from
there. You can lay the blanket down in 
front of Shandra. I think she is going to stay in her seat. Don't
forget to thank the ladies when they're 
finished.  I want a special thank you for Greta. Go ahead".
With each new step in the trial Pooch was becoming increasingly
humbled. Where at first she thought she 
could triumph over pain she found that the most she could hope for was
to keep her sanity and that was a huge 
struggle that she had been on the brink of loosing several times. Her
sense of shame was being taken away 
from her. It was another possession, a part of her personality, that
she was no longer allowed to have. How 
much more of her personality will she be forced to give up? She was
acting like a common whore and now she 
would be a lesbian whore. Though she still felt shame she could sense
this would fade with time and 
repetition. This loss added to her sadness. Physically she was
exhausted. All her muscles ached from both the 
earlier beating and the recent rape. Her breast were still on fire and
her pussy was hyper sensitive to any 
stimulation at all. A raging thirst was  becoming a focus point. She
had been sweating profusely and hadn't 
had a drink since the afternoon. Pooch new that soon her ass would be
a new source of torment. It scared her 
because in every previous task tonight the consequence had been worse
than she had imagined. There was no 
reason to expect that it would be any different this time. 
Pooch crawled over to Shandra, back arched tits swaying and rubbed her
cheek on Shandra's red nylons. This 
was the most revolting thing that she had ever done and it was only
the beginning. 
Shandra grabbed Pooch's hair with both hands and violently yanked her
head back. Pooch inadvertently 
looked into Shandra's eyes. The madam's right hand immediately let go
of her hair and delivered a series of 
three full force slaps to the slaves face. Pooch was stunned.
"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid or what?, spit out
Shandra. "You know you never look a superior 
in the face!!"
"I'm sorry mistress Shandra", Pooch bawled. This was a new
humiliation. She was being disciplined like a 
dog by a total stranger.
 "My shoes got a bit muddy on the way over here why don't you like the
soles clean. I don't want your salty 
spit ruining the nice leather  on top". Shandra crossed her legs.
Pooch's tongue went to work on the dirty sole. 
It would have been a lot easier if she had some spit to keep her
tongue moist. After five minutes Shandra 
crossed her other leg letting Pooch start on a fresh shoe. 
"I think we may have found something you are qualified for", said
Shandra.
After a  while Pooch was instructed to pull down Shandra's panty hose
and panties, using her hands, so that 
they were just above Shandra's knees. The red stained sanitary napkin
stuck to her panties  indicated that 
Shandra was in the middle of her period.

"Go over to Greta slave"
Pooch moved her cheek over to Greta's beautiful muscular leg.
Much as Shandra had done before her, Greta snatched two handfuls of
Pooch's damp hair and pulled them up 
to her own face. 
Pooch's eyes shot to the floor. She had learned her lesson.   
When Pooch's lips were directly in front of her own Greta planted a
long, wet and deep kiss directly on 
Pooch's dry mouth. It was the sloppiest kiss Pooch had ever received.
Greta's tongue reached for Pooch's 
tonsils. 
But, this was not an erotic kiss. It was a degrading kiss. The kiss of
death. It was an I can do whatever I want 
to do to you, kiss. It was the kiss of Judas. It was a kiss so
overwhelming  that Pooch felt that she had just 
been buried alive under a hundred feet of cement. 
Greta released the kiss, Pooch slumped back to her knees. She was in a
daze. She wondered, what had just 
happened? 
Greta brought Pooch back to her senses with a kick to the ribs.
The kick was hard enough to allow the metal toe on Greta's stiletto to
break the skin but not break a rib.
"Turn your ass around, I want it facing me", ordered Greta in a stern,
cold but very clear and distinct voice.
"Now I am going to make sure your ass hole is large enough to accept
the Rebel Tamer".
"And by the way, I wish you would do something about your breath. It
smells like shit. Lucky I have a strong 
stomach or you'd be licking up puke right now".
With that Greta leaned back in the sofa and with a strong, steady push
she shoved her stiletto heel straight into 
Pooch's  waiting ass hole right up to the top. With no lubrication the
two sharp inside edges of Greta's heel 
cut into Pooch's clenched sphincter. The edges cut right into the
muscle. 
Pooch's world exploded.....
She curled into the tightest, most tiny, most compact, most little
ball in the world. Her arm buried her head 
underneath it. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter than they had ever been
scrunched shut before. 
And for a second,... for a slow........ delicious...... second the
pain went away.
Pooch's body had wrested control from her mind. Her intellect was now
only an observer. 
Then everything went black.
The suddenness of  Greta's attack cut through every defense Pooch
could raise.
First, there was the devastating kiss, then before being able to
recover from that her ass is torn open by an 
attack so brutal no one in the room could believe it happened until
they saw Greta shoving the ringed dildo 
into Pooch's bloody ass hole.
"I expect my pupils to have a higher tolerance for pain", stated Greta
mater of factly. But since she isn't yet a 
student maybe I can let this one pass
Greta buried the pepper sauce grease coated phallus up to the hilt in
Pooch's ass. 
Maybe it was the heat that woke the slave from her blissful slumber,
but whatever it was she was soon 
screaming and writhing hysterically on the carpet.
"I'm burning up!!"
"Help!! "
"Help me I'm burning up I cant stand it."
"Help me please,"
"Please help me please....."
Pooch continued on wailing and begging. She had no pride left.
For the first time in her life Pooch was totally naked for not only
her body had been striped bare but so had 
her soul. 
Pooch had lost.
Her mind had been replaced by a clean slate ready to be rewritten. She
would do what ever she was told to do. 
Her enslavement was absolute.......
"And I bet you all thought that my little test was going to be the
easy one".
Greta had a huge grin on her face. She had barely started.
She slid of the love seat and sat on her heals next to the broken
slave.
Gently Greta picked up Pooch's sweat drenched head and laid it down on
top of her lap.  Her graceful, 
manicured fingers smoothed the tangles from her hair and wiped the
tears from her cheeks. Slowly Pooch grew 
quite, her ranting turned to sobs.
"You know there is  nothing to be done about the burning dear", Greta
said in a soft whispery voice. "Even if I 
pulled out the dildo the grease would stay inside and your ass would
still burn. The only thing that would be 
accomplished is that your chance to become a real, true slave would be
lost forever. You do want to be a good 
slave don't you"?
"Yes mistress Greta, but it hurts so much".
"A good slave must learn to endure what ever her masters wish to
subject her to. I know that sometimes it may 
be terribly hard and seem unfair but that's just how it is for a
slave. If it was easy there would be no point. 
Now I am going to hurt you very badly. Don't worry, no matter how it
may feel it will do you no damage and it 
will make me feel very, very good. Isn't that what being a slave is
all about, pleasing your mistress through 
your suffering"?
"I guess so mistress".
"You know how lucky you are?, Greta went on, "you were born for this.
It's a part of your natural being you 
want to be a slave more than you want anything else. Most of my
customers don't have that advantage. They've 
been sold by boy friends or by their parents or kidnapped of the
street. For them slavery is very hard.
"Now be a good girl and bury your face in mistress Shandra's pussy and
spread  your legs wide for me while I 
attach these straps to myself. Now get Shandra to climax, I'll take
care of myself. In a few minutes the worst 
will be over".
Pooch obeyed Greta's instructions.  
She was starting to feel very different about herself. Greta was
right, she understood. Pooch thought, "I was 
born to be a slave and my purpose is to serve the wishes of my
masters. I can't keep thinking about myself or 
my fate, I have surrendered that to others. All I have to think about
is pleasing my masters, nothing more or 
nothing less. If I can do that everything else will take care of
itself".
Pooch buried her face in Shandra's snatch and it felt good. 
It felt good because it was hot.
It felt good because it was very slippery wet.
It felt good because it smelled.
It felt good because it was hard to breath.
It felt good because it was so hairy.
It felt good because all the menstrual blood.
Pooch's face belonged there. It was its natural habitat. 
Her tongue reached out to lap Shandra's pussy . She lapped it from her
ass hole to the top of her mons. 
Pooch's lips found the tiny clit and quickly engulfed it, She sucked
it hard pulling it into her mouth. It tasted 
salty.  
Pooch winced a few times as the torture dildo moved around a bit as
Greta strapped herself into the apparatus. 
She had simply kneeled behind Pooch and lifted up her skirt. Greta had
worn stay ups with no panties.
Pooch gasped as Greta began to withdraw, Sharp pain enveloped her
insides. Her cut anus felt like it was 
being ripped wide  open. All of this additional pain came on top of
the inferno that continued to burn the 
intestine. When Greta changed direction and thrust in it was like ten
nipple clamps had been released and then 
snapped back all at the same time.   The effect again exceeded
anything Pooch could imagine. All she could do 
was go rigid burying her mouth in Shandra's muff. She couldn't
breathe. She couldn't move. Would she pass 
out again? There was one profound change. Pooch felt no anger or
resentment. It was something she had to 
endure, it was as simple as that.
A half minute passed and except for some muffled grunts Pooch remained
frozen.  Shandra pulled her head 
back by the hair.
"Don't you have a job to do"?, she asked gruffly then shoved Pooch's
face back into her crotch.
Pooch slowly restarted her tongue.
By  the time both women had an orgasm Pooch was a physical wreck with
still two more tasks to go. The 
judge called a short recess. Ed led Pooch to the washroom where she
was allowed to refresh herself from the 
toilet bowl and gather what little strength she had left.
On returning to the living room Pooch's eyes bugged out and jaw
drooped. There stood the two largest dogs 
that she had ever seen.
"I bet you can guess what the next test is going to be", said Marla in
a mocking tone. "These beautiful animals 
are in greater need of relief than even their master was. While Boner
and Clyde are guests in this house you 
are their slave just as much as if they were human. As long as you are
my property you will never assume that 
your status is above that of any animal that might share this house,
don't ever forget that. You are going to 
service both of these animals while we watch. You will give both oral
and vaginal sex on both animals until 
they are satisfied. It could take a while. Showing enthusiasm is vital
since pain is much less of a factor here. 
To make sure the dogs go for the right hole and don't end up burning
their dicks on the hot grease in your ass 
you will wear this tail which Ed is going to insert. The tail has a
coating that smells like a bitch in heat. It will 
help get Boner and Clyde in the right frame of mind.  You will act
like a dog throughout the session".
The scene before her caught Pooch unprepared. Nothing in her
imagination had ever included her naked in 
front of total strangers wearing a but plug tail and sucking on a dogs
dick while another dog is humping her 
from behind.
The dogs had no such apprehension. They were a couple of
Newfoundlands, very intelligent, even tempered 
and very large, easily weighing fifty pounds more tan Pooch. The dogs
belonged to Mark who often used them 
in films. Intercourse with human females was the only sexual activity
these brothers had ever known. Their 
wagging tails gave away the feeling of excitement that they felt.
Pooch got down on all fours and spread her legs waiting for Ed to
insert the but plug. Ed put a liberal coating 
of the peppered grease on this new toy and shoved it up Pooch's rectum
which still gaped open from the 
previous treatment. Under normal circumstances Pooch would have
screamed in pain as the thick end of the 
plug dilated her dark hole and reopened previous wounds but in the
context of what she had been through this 
pain was  tolerable. 
As Ed returned to his chair to watch Pooch began to crawl towards the
dogs. Her tongue hung out of her 
mouth as she panted in doggy fashion. The dogs started toward her.
They all met in the center of the room. 
Boner, the more dominant of the pair, went straight to Pooch's up
thrust posterior sniffing licking and 
growing increasingly more excited. In response Pooch spread her legs
wider hoping to entice the huge dog to 
mount her. At the same time she slowly crawled toward Clyde. The stage
was set for the slave girl to do what 
only hours ago she would have rather died than do. Her tongue thrust
from her open mouth and began to lick 
Clyde's flaccid penis. As Clyde began to grow  Boner 's forelegs
landed on Pooch's whipped back eliciting a 
gasp from her. The dogs long pink penis searched for the hole then
found it. In the mean time Clyde's shaft 
had left the protection of its sheath filling Pooch's mouth. 
Boner began to thrust into his new mate at a faster and faster rate,
much faster than any man had fucked her. 
Her cunt hurt because of the earlier whipping, so any real enjoyment
was impossible, yet as abhorrent as her 
actions were this wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared. Her mouth
and tongue aggressively worked on Clyde 
feeling his member stiffen and tense. Both dogs came at almost the
same time filling both of Pooch's ends 
with copious amount of dog cum. Pooch also faked orgasm in an attempt
to convince the audience that she 
was truly enjoying the moment.
Pooch had to swallow twice to empty her mouth of the dog sperm. When
Clyde pulled out she continued to 
lick the dogs cock and balls till the dog turned around  and started
to lick her face and mouth.  Pooch was 
touched by the gentleness of the big animal opening her own mouth to
French the big animal. Boner, in the 
other end, stayed put. Pooch could feel his penis grow larger as the
dog knotted. In nature this action helped 
to ensure that the sperm wouldn't leak out thus increasing the
likelihood of fertilization. Five minutes passed 
before the dog separated from his bitch. During this time Clyde
regained his masculine strength and awaited 
his turn at the strange dogs pussy.
Pooch wondered whether animal love would be the only love she would
receive if she were allowed to live in 
Marla's world.
After a couple more turns at Pooch's mouth and pussy the dogs lost
interest. Pooch was directed back to her 
position on the coffee table.
Like Jasmine on the video screen Pooch felt more dead than alive. She
had endured more pain and humiliation 
than she had ever thought possible. What more could they do to her?
"I have to admit that I didn't think you would make it this far",
commented Marla. "There is just one last task 
to go and then it's up to the jury. Bailiff, would you please bring in
the chair".
Ed returned carrying a red velvet, high backed arm chair. It was a
very special chair it's function was 
immediately understood by anybody that saw it. The chair was missing
the seat cushion, instead an oak toilet 
seat took its place. There was also a pair of wrist cuffs attached
near the top of the front legs.
"What do you think this last task is going to be Pooch?", asked her
mistress.
Pooch's face went red  in humiliation, still she knew that she had
better answer.
"People are going to go to the bathroom on me mistress?", she
whimpered.
"Not quite", answered Marla. "It's much more intimate. Try again".
"People are going to go in my mouth, mistress", said Pooch in despair.
"That's better", said Marla. "Your mouth is going to be used  as a
toilet and your belly will be the receiving 
tank. After watching you clean up the playroom floor earlier I think
this will be a breeze for you. You will, of 
course  swallow everything put in your mouth and keep it down. I
understand that your stomach has a limited 
capacity so if more than two people shit in your mouth you will be
allowed to throw up in a bucket, otherwise 
you will keep it all in.  Anybody shitting will squeeze off the turds
into mouthfuls for you so you better not let 
anything fall on my carpet and you better swallow fast. I don't think
anybody wants to be touched by your 
dirty, dog loving, shit eating mouth so there is a funnel at the front
of the seat to pee in with a hose that you 
will put in your mouth to collect the pee. Now go lie down on your
back under the chair and place your wrists 
on the straps so you can be locked in".
As Ed secured the slaves wrists to the chair legs the depth to which
she had fallen sunk into her 
consciousness. Only a few hours ago she was Ed's slave lover,
comfortable and secure in her position. Now 
she was the property of a woman that she hated with a status below
even that of a dog. She was a human toilet 
and even that had to be fought for.
Pooch could hear the jurors discussing as to who should go first, It
ended up being Mark. He sauntered over to 
the special chair, pulled down his pants and sat down on the chair.
Pooch had the best view of a mans ass  that 
she had ever had in her life. It was not a pretty sight. 
"I've been saving this just for you cunt", Mark said.
A thick hard dark turd began to emerge from Marks ass heading straight
for Pooch's gaping mouth. As he 
squeezed off the first piece Pooch had somewhat more than a mouthful
of the acrid shit. She extended her lips 
to surround  the piece and keep any from falling on the floor. She bit
of a piece and swallowed. Immediately 
her stomach reacted trying to bring up the vile turd. It took all of
her concentration to keep it down. Quickly, 
she knew` there was little time, Pooch bit off the second piece and
swallowed. The third swallow finished the 
first mouthful. It was just in time as Marks ass hole opened up again
expelling the next load. Again her mouth 
was filled with excrement and again Pooch struggled to move it into
her rebellious stomach. Mark dumped 
two more loads into her mouth, more than a large meal. Pooch's belly
was nearly full.
"I'm going to piss now", Mark exclaimed.
A heavy stream of urine cascaded down the tube into Pooch's mouth from
Mark's beer engorged bladder. It 
just kept coming and coming. The human toilet could barely keep up.
Finally it stopped. Marked wiped his ass 
with toilet paper and shoved that into Pooch's mouth. She swallowed
that too.
Pooch tried to relax her stomach and get it to convince herself that
what she had swallowed was not a big deal 
but her stomach continued to spasm. How she would handle the next load
she didn't know.
Shandra's naked ass hole stared at Pooch's face next. She was also
going to shit.
To Pooch this was an even more disgusting assault than Mark's. She was
a woman on her period. Her ass 
smelled awful even before she shit. When her sphincter opened out
flowed a loose, light brown mass that 
required almost no chewing. The shit just oozed out of Shandra's ample
ass. It flowed like molasses out her 
hole and into Pooch's waiting mouth. The bitterness dried up any
saliva that she left in her mouth.  The only 
way that this river of shit moved down her throat was because she knew
that if she didn't swallow she would 
be tortured to death.  Pooch would have preferred red hot needles
through her tits to this. The stream of urine 
that followed was almost a relief. The toilet paper that went into her
mouth was also covered in menstrual 
juice. This coated Pooch's tongue in red. Desperately she tried to
blank from her mind what she was doing in 
the hope of easing the distress in her stomach. If only her stomach
wasn't so full.
Garret was next to step up to the plate. As his naked bottom stared at
Pooch's bottom he let go of a major fart. 
Nothing followed from his shit hole but a long stream of urine flowed
from Garret's beer filled balder. The 
stream seemed to go on forever getting harder and harder for Pooch to
swallow as her belly distended from all 
the excrement.
Pooch kept remembering that if more than two people were going to
defecate into her mouth she would be 
allowed to puck into a bucket to make room. How she needed that
bucket. It didn't come. What did come was 
another stream of pee from Steve' dick. It brought Pooch to her
physical limit. The end of his stream just lay 
in Pooch's mouth, there was just no room to swallow.  
Ed rested a large plastic bucket on the quivering slaves throbbing
breasts. its lip resting just under her chin. 
"Go ahead", he said.
Up came the most horrid mixture of chunky shit, liquid shit, piss and
stomach acids. Ed's stomach turned as 
he caught a whiff of the odor that began to permeate the room. He felt
sorry for the poor girl. Marla didn't.
"That's enough", Marla said. "She's made enough room. Close the bucket
before we all get sick".
Ed dragged the edge of the bucket over Pooch's chin and lower lip
scraping up some of the vomit that had 
landed there. He placed the lid back on the pail and quickly carried
it out of the room.
Jordan was in no rush to head over to the special chair. He really
didn't have to go. The fact was that he just 
didn't want to deprive himself of this opportunity to defecate
directly into a woman's mouth. Eventually  his 
big black butt was parked over the slave girls face. Jordan strained
to release his load.
Pooch felt relieved after emptying most of her stomach's contents into
the bucket though her stomach was still 
uneasy. There was the added misery from some of the vomit having
entered her nose and sinuses. The awful 
fluid was all she could taste and smell. 
Jordan succeeded in only producing a small stool that Pooch managed to
consume in a few swallows. The 
stream of urine that followed was far more copious, but the newly made
space in her stomach handled it easily. 
Jordan's small deposit had saved Pooch's life.
Only Greta remained. She pulled up her tight skirt, spread her
magnificent cheeks apart with her hands and sat 
down. Her skin was clear and unblemished. The buttocks were
simultaneously firm and yet soft and inviting. 
The luxuriant fur surrounding her sex begged to have someone's face
nestled in it.  Her brownie was small yet 
well defined and dark. Pooch couldn't understand what was going on
inside of her. What she felt was not 
revulsion. as she looked up at the dominatrix's posterior, but eager
anticipation. Was it because her ordeal was 
almost over, or was it something else.
Greta's small puckered ass hole began to open up exposing the tip of a
large, well formed chocolate brown 
turd. The slaves eager tongue came out to great it and help guide it
past her eager lips into her mouth. As Greta 
squeezed of the first piece Pooch's lips extended out to surround it.
Her tongue caressed  the sides feeling the 
semi firm texture and tasting the sweet bitterness which was somehow
no longer revolting. Pooch didn't even 
notice that her stomach had stopped churning. She did notice that all
the awfulness  of the previous deposits 
had been replaced by the taste of Greta. She was able to swallow her
with no more difficulty than she would 
have had swallowing a banana.  
Greta mentioned to the audience that she believed in a high fiber diet
so she generated turds that were very 
substantial. The load being ejected from her bottom seemed to go on
and on more than making up for Jordan's 
small deposit. By the time she was finished Pooch's belly was once
again filled. The stream of golden urine 
that followed once again brought Pooch to the bursting point only this
time she felt satisfied instead of sick. 
Watching Greta clean herself with the toilet paper Pooch found herself
wishing that she could perform the 
task herself using her own tongue.
None of Pooch's behavior was lost on Marla.
"Bailiff would you please hang the slut from the ceiling in the
playroom while the jury deliberates it's 
decision. I don't want to take any chance of her escaping or killing
herself", ordered Marla.


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