Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful as he wrote his
words of love. He had thought of them last night as he was being viciously
ass-raped by Luke, the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass
was still sore from it; the thought of it made his abused asshole quiver in
fear. He'd had to commit the words he was now writing to memory, for he
had been fucked all through the night that night and had been performing
toilet duties all morning, ran his errands in the afternoon and had just
finished performing for his most recent scat video his Mistress makes of
his sessions (and sells them for a tidy sum, by the way!) This was the
first time he didn't have a cock in an orifice or shit or piss in his
mouth.
  Nevertheless, he had to be careful and take his time- all he had to
write with was lipstick and his only medium for his opus was the toilet
paper that was kept under the sink. The toilet paper, of course, hadn't
been used in quite a few weeks now, a fact that he should have been proud
of- if, that is, he had been a willing toilet slave and not forced into it
by his girlfriend. Ever since he'd come to visit her here to confront her
about their increasingly distant relationship and discovered the true
nature of the school, his fate had been sealed. To his horror, he'd
learned that his girlfriend had been systematically instructed and
perverted in every manner of sexual deviance known to man. He resolved to
stick with his girlfriend, though, he loved her deeply, and was certain he
could never live without her. Try as he might, he was unable to convince
her to leave. In fact, she wouldn't even touch him. Jealously, he'd
overhear her being savagely fucked by Headmistress Lynne and Coach Luke and
the others, hear her go on wantonly about the delectable taste of her
classmate Inya's copious shit... Then the one day she finally agreed to
allow him to orally service her, Headmistress Lynne returned from vacation
and changed everything (see POGP #1). Since then, he'd become Mishi's
complete slave, obeying her every command in the hopes that she might come
to realize how much he loves her, how devoted he is to her... that someday
she might reciprocate.
  Here in the bathroom (his permanent sleeping quarters here at the New
Sodom School for Gifted Youngsters), he laid on his stomach on the cold
tile floor, his tiny penis shriveling up even more, carefully inscribing
his words of devotion and love for his wayward girlfriend. His leash
pulled somewhat on his collar; he was at the very end of his range in order
to lie comfortably while he wrote.
  Behind him, he heard the bathroom door creak open and worried that he
would have to finish the poem later, he only had one more stanza to go...
but he didn't see anyone. Suddenly, he felt a rough, wet tongue licking at
his asshole. He looked down and saw Thumper, Mishi's pet Great Dane,
licking him. Instinctively, he raised up his ass into the air for Thumper
to get better access to his anus. He knew that if Thumper was found
humping someone's leg that Mishi would find out and severely punish Greg
for not taking care of Thumper's needs. Besides, being ass-fucked by a dog
(even one with a huge penis that inflated once inside him) was better for
him at the moment than someone who'd require his full attention. So he
arched his back and presented his ass for Thumper while he continued his
poem, he wanted to get it done before he saw Mishi next... he had planned
to pick up a rose and some chocolates tomorrow during his errands and
surprise her when they were alone... if he could just get her alone for a
couple minutes.
  No matter how many times he'd had dog cock plunged into his bowels, he
never got used to the shock of it- the sheer animalistic nature of the
fucking he'd get- and the humiliation of feeling the dog's hot jizz shoot
into his guts, the dog's sperm trying in vein to impregnate his
intestines... The force of the penetration knocked him off balance a
little, but the wayward lipstick left only a small smear on his work of
art.
  As Thumper ground into his ass and panted, dog drool running down his
back, Greg struggled to remember the last lines of his masterpiece that
he'd been trying to keep in memory the past 24 hours. Through the panting
and humping and drooling and thrusting, he managed to recall the last few
elusive words and finished the poem just as Thumper howled and shot his
load of dog cum deep into him. He could feel each jet of jism shoot
through the dogs penis as it throbbed against his sphincter ... he could
feel the hot jets smacking against the insides of his bowels, filling him
up with a canine cum enema.
  Thumper collapsed on top of Greg, exhausted, his swollen penis stuck
inside the surrogate bitch. Greg lay there under him, both of them
breathing in time. He felt incredibly used, but no more than any of the
other days since his enslavement.
  Suddenly the door opened again and Wesley walked in. Looking down at
the odd couple, Wesley laughed sadistically.
  "Come on, you lazy bastard, it's my turn!" Wesley grunted as he lifted
Thumper off of Greg. With a wet pop, Thumper's cock withdrew from Greg's
distended anus, leaving a trail of brown-tinged semen.
  "Get, ya mutt!" Wesley said as he kicked the dog out who scurried off
with a yelp.
  Wesley turned back to Greg, "Okay, your ass looks pretty loose there, I
guess it'll just have to be a blowjob tonight, faggot." he said and held
his cock out imperiously.
  Greg got to his knees and silently slipped his mouth around the boy's
cock. Wesley took no time in grabbing Greg by the back of the head and
roughly face-fucking him.
  But, after just a few strokes, he felt Wesley's grip loosen and heard
him cry out in surprise. Suddenly Wesley fell away from his, his dick
abruptly pulled from his mouth. As Greg looked up, spittle running down
his chin, he saw Mishi standing there, holding Wesley by the neck with one
hand and twisting his arm behind his back with the other.
  She wordlessly and relatively effortlessly threw the skinny teenager out
of the room and closed the door.
  "M-Mishi!" Greg was surprised and remembered too late he was never to
speak unless spoken to, that always annoyed Mishi. Mishi was hocking and
snorting- she grabbed Greg by the one lock of hair he was allowed to keep
and yanked his head back roughly, his mouth forced open, "'lo,
Greggie-Poo!" she bent down, opening Greg's mouth and spit a nasty, thick,
yellow-green loogie down his throat. He swallowed obediently with a loud
gulp.
  Mishi watched the slimy snot slide down Greg's gullet and let him go.
It was then that she noticed him clutching the toilet paper.
  "What the fuck is THAT?!" she demanded. Greg was NEVER allowed to use
toilet paper, he was always supposed to get every last morsel of shit using
only his tongue.
  "N-nothing!" Greg panicked, trying to hide the evidence.
  "NOTHING?! What the fuck do you think I am, stupid?!" Mishi shouted,
"Is that it? You think you're better than me, you little worm? You think
you're smarter than me because you're allegedly a man?! Hunh?"
  Greg sat there, hunched in a defensive posture, staring up at his
mistress in fear, eyes wide, not knowing what to say to appease her.
  "Answer me, you fucking faggot!" She yelled and slapped him hard across
the face, "DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?!"
  "N-No, Ma'am!" Greg sputtered.
  "Good, 'cause I got news for you, technically you don't qualify as a man
in my book- bot with that one-inch wart you generously call a dick!" Mishi
verbally abused him, "So, tell me again, what the fuck is that."
  "I... it's a poem- I - I wrote you a poem..." Greg held it up for her,
it wasn't exactly the conditions he intended on giving it to her in, but
the power of the words would speak for themselves, he was certain, "...
it..."
  "Really?" She said cheerily as she snatched it from his hands, "I always
like to read while I'm taking a dump."
  "A..." Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted no time squatting over
his face, her already quivering asshole right on his lips.
  "Yup, this is gonna be a big one, too," Mishi explained, "we just had a
huge barbecue this afternoon and I haven't gone to the bathroom all day...
ungh..." her asshole popped open to release a wet fart in Greg's face,
prompting him to open his mouth in preparation of his duties.
  "..eghh..." Greg fought his gag reflex, it was a particularly nasty
smelling fart and as much shit as he'd eaten over the last few weeks, he
was sure he'd never get used to the taste.
  Mishi began to strain, a full day's worth of constipated shit was trying
to make it's way out of her ladylike little asshole, "RRRmmmmggghh...
ungh..." Greg could see her asshole distending as the shitlog pushed and
stretched her skin, distorting her perfect ass, "Ahhhh..."
  A huge load dropped directly into Greg's mouth and he pressed his mouth
harder against her rapidly dilating shithole. He got straight to the work
of chewing and swallowing her load as quickly as he could- Mishi was right,
this was looking to be a rather large meal, "Munch gulp gulp - guh,
schlurp," Greg made obscene noises as he chewed down her fecal treats, "URP
- munsh gulp slurp slurp - mlegh, gulp - urk"
  "Let's see... 'Ode to my Mishi, how I love thee, together we will be,
just you and me' - UNGH - FFLLFLTTHTHTH!!! unh.." Another huge load of
crap exited her asshole.
  "Mglrmgmgmrgmglmpfugnlmglerp" Greg gagged a bit as the new firm shit
shoves some half-chewed shit down his throat, "GULP ... guhhh"
  "Unh... 'Entwined in your arms, I give you my heart, enchanted by your
charms, we shall never ever-" FFFARRRTTTHHhhh!!!
  A long, wet fart exploded from her ass and filled Greg's mouth with gas
and wet shit. The gas exploded out his nose and saturated his oral and
sinus cavities. It was a smell he was quite familiar with now and knew
he'd never, ever forget, not in a million years. His thoughts drifted and
he remembered with a kind of cold detachment something he'd heard about the
sense of smell and the memory- that they were so closely linked because the
particles you smelled actually came into direct contact with part of your
brain... he realized that particles of shit were actually coming from her
bowels and touching his brain... he was truly hers... not only was she
shitting in his mind, essentially, but some of the shit he'd eaten from her
ass and the piss he'd drunken from her shaven cunt countless times has no
doubt been absorbed by him and become part of his body, used to grow new
cells, used for energy... he and her shit were inextricably enmeshed...
he had become her shit.
  "Damn, that smells raunchy!" Mishi chuckled and looked down at Greg,
"must be pretty ripe down there, hunh?" Greg simply looked up at her
helplessly, swallowing her waste obediently, "okay, so where was I...
'arms... heart... yeah, yeah... charms, etc... oh, right, 'enchanted by
your charms, we shall never ever part'..."
  Mishi paused to squeeze a long shitrope down Greg's gullet.
  "Gulp gulp munch chew slurp gulp gulp gulp," Greg struggled to get it
all down, to not let a single morsel go to waste.
  "'You look into my eyes and I know you love me'," Mishi continued
reading, " 'Beneath the starry skies, together we shall be'... Ungh...
UNGH..." Mishi strained hard, feeling the main bulk of her movement
coming... with a vengeance, "URRRGNNGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH! God DAMN that was a
hard one! Big as Hell! I need more fiber in my diet, hey, Greggie-Poo?"
  "Munch gulp gulp chew munch gulp glurp mgup chewchewchew gulp," Greg did
his best to crew the incredible log into something marginally manageable to
swallow, but knew he had better make room for the rest and did his best to
choke it down, "mmglrch... GULP!" In several long, huge protracted
swallows, Greg swallowed the entire turn, visibly bulging his throat every
time. The large lump each time seemed like it was going to get stuck there
or revolt and reverse course. Amazing even himself, though, he downed the
entire gigantic turd fed to him by his beloved.
  "Okay, where was I again... ? Oh... 'starry skies' blah blah blah
blah...," Mishi absent-mindedly let loose another foul, wet fart into her
former boyfriend's shit-stained mouth, "...okay, uh... 'Some day when we
are married, and you become my wife; across love's river we'll be ferried,
to live a happy... ' Hey, shitheel, what's this last word, it's got a drop
of dog cum on it."
  "LRF!" Greg choked out around the shit log he was currently choking down
from Mishi's hugely distended asshole.
  "Lrf? Oh, 'life'! Of course! Ungh! Oh, yeah," Mishi bent over and
braced herself, "FLURRRRRRTHGLTH-GLURPHULLTHHHHHHhhhh- ah, that laxative I
took must be kicking in..." Greg's eyes bulged as he felt the sudden onrush
of liquefied shit and began swallowing as fast as he could, occasionally
gagging on the more solid chunks among the river of feces, "Gulp-gulpgulp
munchgulpchewslurrrrrglup- gulp gulp gulpurrgh-eh-slurrrgulp-slurrrrrrgl...
gulpgulpgulp... egh... URP!" Greg burped up a pocket of anal gas so
repulsive he couldn't believe it came from his own stomach, "Ech...
engh...."
  "Hmmm..." Mishi sat and furrowed her brow as she strained to squeeze any
last morsel of fecal matter from her dripping, filthy anus, but all she
managed were a couple more wet farts that coated the inside of Greg's
mouth. Greg accepted the slimy expulsions with a defeated, humiliated state
of mind, "Oh well, I guess that's it, I'll have to try to build up more
next time, that was too easy."
  Greg felt like he'd gained five pounds in the last 5 minutes, he could
imagine that Mishi thought that the task had been easy... on the other
hand, that meant he had pleased her, so he was happy to hear this.
  "Ugh... wha...," Greg struggled to talk, his throat sore from
swallowing huge lumps of turd, "what did you think of-"
  "ACHOO!" Mishi sneezed violently into the toilet paper, blowing holes
clear through parts of it, "SSNURRRRPHFTH-gthfnnnthhhh.." As Greg watched
in utter horror, Mishi blew her nose in his masterpiece of love and
devotion, filling it with huge gobs of nasal slime and greenish-brown snots
dripping with yellow mucus.
  "M-Mi-My...!" Greg struggled to articulate his horror and shock, but to
no avail.
  "fllththhth" Mishi finished blowing her nose in the thoroughly soaked
wad of toilet paper, "Jesus, it's so dusty in here! You really should keep
this place cleaner, Greggie-Poo! I'll have to get Luke to bring your
French Maid outfit so you can lick up all the dust in the room," Mishi's
pussy quivered at the image of her thoroughly whipped ex-boyfriend on all
fours licking the floor with a frilly pink feather duster sticking
obscenely out of his ass.
  "My... my..." Greg hadn't registered a single word Mishi had said, he
was staring, fixated, at the lump of snot and toilet paper that was once
his supreme expression of love.
  "Oh, your poem?" Mishi held it up for Greg to see and slowly and
deliberately wiped her incredibly filthy ass crack with it getting sadistic
glee in watching Greg's eyes follow it in horror, his lower lip beginning
to quiver. When her ass was as clean as she could get it with the filthy
wad of paper, she quickly grabbed Greg's head and yanked it back, "Here you
go!" and shoved the foul pile of shit, snot and sappy love poetry into
Greg's heavily browned mouth.
  "GURP!" Greg's eyes bulged and he started to raise his hands in protest,
but caught himself. He began to whimper pathetically.
  Mishi leaned down and talked right into Greg's ear, watching the wad of
paper in his mouth intently, "Eat it," she ordered.
  "Rrrr!" Greg pleaded with her wordlessly, his eyes straining to catch
hers and evoke some modicum of pity.
  Mishi in turn slapped him as hard as she could, "EAT IT!!!!" - the force
of the blow made him bite down instinctively, rivulets of slimy snot and
goop tore through the soggy toilet paper and ran down to the back of his
throat, tickling it and triggering his swallowing reflex.
  "Rkay! Rkay!" Greg knew better than to displease or disobey Mishi and
began to hesitantly chew the wad of slime and shit and paper. "Good,
good..." Mishi watched with glee as the snots and mucus she'd filled the
wad with squirted out through the paper, lumps of boogers pussing out and
dripping down into his mouth, coating his tongue. She caught one wayward
snot leaving a slime-trial down his chin and scooped it back up into his
mouth to make sure he enjoyed every last tidbit of nastiness she'd prepared
for him. Greg chewed and swallowed repeatedly, destroying a little more of
his will and pride with each gulp.
  Finally Greg finished and opened his mouth for Mishi to witness.
  "You really are pathetic," Mishi stood up as she shoves Greg to the
floor.
  Greg began sobbing uncontrollably, he knew he'd never be able to
remember his work of art again, it was lost forever, it was being destroyed
by the acids in his stomach, he could feel his guts churning to digest it.
  "You little faggot, crying like a fuckin' little pansy," Mishi sneered
with sheer, utter contempt. She turned and saw Luke walking by. She
whistled to get his attention and he walked over. Luke looked in the room
and saw Greg sobbing on the floor and shook his head in disgust.
  "Luke, honey, listen," Mishi caressed the big black man's bare muscled
chest sensuously as she gave him instructions, "This little shit-for-brains
disobeyed me and that room is dirty as Hell. Put him in that short French
Maid's skirt, give him a steaming hot piss enema and shove the feather
duster up his ass- make him hold it while he licks the room clean, and I
mean spotless. Then punish him real good for his insubordination. When
you're all done, he can have his enema for dinner if he doesn't spill it."
  Greg saw the impressive bulge in Luke's jeans grow as Mishi described
his punishment and knew he had a long, long night ahead of him.
  "Yo, you got it, bitch, he's gonna be in a WORLD a shit!" Luke chuckled
as he cracked his knuckles loudly.
  "Good!" Mishi chirped pleasantly, almost playfully, as she stood back
and glanced down disdainfully at the crushed, worthless worm before her,
"Just as he deserves," She leaned down and grabbed Greg by the jaw and
lifted his head to make eye contact with him and said in the nastiest,
cruelest, most contemptible tone: "Looks like you're up Shit's Creek, not
Love's River, Greggie-Poo!"
  And with that, she turned lightly on her toes and pranced out of Greg's
little world of pain and suffering.