Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.scat
From: an493017@anon.penet.fi (goldielox)
Date: Thu, 25 Jan 1996 18:27:49 UTC
Subject: Backlash (m/f, "semi-cons," b/d, heavy scat)

			       Backlash

	His wife had always had a high sex drive, but lately it has
gone through the roof. This was not exactly a problem, since he could
easily keep up with her (and sometimes surpass her), but recently she
made demands which were really beyond his realm of comprehension. Very
weird, disgusting, nasty requests. Actually, he believed she was
really bluffing, knowing he would decline these extreme things. So she
got the thrill of being "shocking" without having to prove herself.

	One day he decided he was tired of her prolonged whining that
he "never did anything" she wanted, which was not exactly true,
judging by the orgasms she had. That day, driving home, he considered
some of her extreme requests and realized that they were involving
things which would be more unpleasant for her than for him, as long as
he didn't have to do any cleanup afterwards. He was in a bad mood
anyway. He had turned on the radio to listen to his favorite news show
to find it had been replaced by some braying idiot spouting inanities.

	Earlier, one of his co-workers accidently managed to knock out
a circuit breaker just before he was going to save a batch of data,
his boss announced there was going to be an extra board meeting next
month, and on the way home a cyclist ran into his car, screamed at
him, then left before he could react. He also spilled grape soda on
his favorite shirt when this occurred. He was was not in the mood to
hear his wife complain, which is exactly what she did the moment he
was in the door.

	He told her to shut up and lie down on the bed, and don't
move. His voice came out more harshly than she had ever heard, so she
gave him a wide-eyed look before she rushed to do as he said. He
pulled her legs wide apart and told her not to move them. He tied her
wrists together above her head with a sash and tied the sash to the
frame of the bed. All she was wearing was her customary oversized T-
shirt. This he pulled up to cover her eyes so she could not see. Any
time she started to talk he said shut up.

	Finally he threatened to put a gag in her mouth if she spoke
again. This would silence her, as he knew she hated even the idea of
gags. She was allowed to make sounds but not form words. He folded two
large bath towels and placed them underneath her butt. He might be
using lots of lubrication. Or something.

	She lay on her back, knees bent, and wondered what he would do
next. He opened her legs and straddled her, sitting on her cunt and
rubbing his cock against her thigh. "Is this what you want, you sick
fuck?" he asked her. "You want to be treated like this? You want
abuse, I'll give you abuse."

	As he stroked his cock she could see his stomach muscles
straining. At first she was confused, but then realized, too late,
what he was doing. He pressed his buttocks against her upturned open
cunt. She felt something slowly enter. Something warm. She smelled it.
He was opening his bowels into her. He pushed the rest of the hard
stool out of himself and into her with a little grunt. He got off of
her and pushed her legs together.

	"Hold my shit in your cunt. You're being fucked by my shit.
Now you're going to clean my asshole with your tongue while you rub
your clit until you come. You're going to get off with my shit in your
mouth and in your cunt."

	He repositioned himself so that his ass was in her face. She
could see some bits clinging to his anus. She could smell it as he
moved closer to her mouth. "Lick me clean, you twisted whore." He
pushed right up to her mouth.

	She began to lick him. It was horribly bitter beyond belief.
She gagged. "If you vomit, I'll make you lick up every drop." he
warned her. She tried again, and started to rub her clit. She could
feel the hard warm lump of waste inside her vagina. Her face went hot
with shame as she became aroused.

	Finally, she licked off all the traces of filth that had been
on him and was now just licking his familiar bare pucker. This wasn't
so bad now, she thought.

	Suddenly she felt his hole open as he said "Swallow it." She
opened her mouth wide just as another, softer stool began to emerge.
She felt the end of it slide onto her tongue and into her mouth. He
paused long enough for her to suck off a mouthful and swallow it. She
retched a few times and it was all she could do to keep from vomiting.

	Then he pushed some more into her mouth and she swallowed
that, too. Then his ass sputtered and the next was nearly all liquid
and shot violently at her. Some of it ran down her throat and the rest
sprayed on her chin and neck. She was still rubbing her clit and was
so close to orgasm that she hardly minded the shit and bitterness any
more. He turned around and pointed his penis at her face. He let loose
a stream of urine, first to wash away the liquid and then poured the
rest into her mouth.

	As she swallowed this, she could feel the other lumps move the
rest of the way into her stomach. She felt completely degraded as she
went into the beginning of her climax. Just as she came, she thrust
her other hand deep into her shit-filled cunt. She took out the filthy
fingers and rubbed her clit with them into another climax. He grabbed
her hand and stuck the dirty fingers into her mouth and spat into her
face.

	"You love it, don't you, you fucking sick whore. Suck my shit,
you trashy bitch."

	She felt the heat of shame, and passion, and more shame as her
secret was revealed fully to him - her desire to be totally ground
into deepest depravity by him. She had the climax of her life.