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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE BOILER ROOM 4
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Pee and Poop Play, Snuff (A Dirty Story)
Synopsis: Jill is a thrill-seeker, looking for anything naughty that will be unacceptable in normal society, triggered by shock value, and she’s found it in Arthur, a Potty Pro. A scat fiend. He found her with a discreet ad that mentioned water sports, which could only mean using human elimination of body waste as play. Little did she suspect how far she had advanced on her own, or how much further the nice man Arthur intended to take her. He took the young girl to his favorite nightspot, a hidden and totally secret facility, a defecation club called the Boiler Room, where people with similar tastes met to share their unusual kink.
The Boiler Room 4
Jill wondered who would go next. As she continued to work the man’s testicles in her mouth, another woman instructed her partner to get to his knees and to clean the other man’s jism from Jill’s sex organ. Jill was thrilled with the warm tongue bathing her as the jism cooled.
The man spent extra time getting the seed out of her pubic hair, sucking her curls and squeezing them with his lips and tongue. The man ran his tongue through her sex slot, parting the inner lips and probing with his tongue deep inside her, to ensure none of the seed penetrated her.
She quivered with a rush of sexual arousal. This was far more sexually exciting than being humped by a stud beneath the sheets in a darkened bedroom. This was far more daring; this was living. Everyone saw the look of sexual excitement that brought a glow to Jill’s face.
“This young lady is proving to be a real slut,” Arthur commented to his friends. “I think it would be a good idea to mark her, so others will know.” The others agreed. “Of course, this needs to be an intimate marking, in a very private place, so that only those with the need will know.”
She was instructed to release the man’s testicles from the grip of her mouth, and he was told to join the man mouthing her pussy. The pair of submissive men servicing Jill were instructed to suck the blood to the surface of her pubic mound, one on either side. She was about to get a pair of hickeys!
She thought only teenagers did this! The men went to work on her, one sucking each side of her pubic mound as close as they could get to her groin. Their cheeks were pressed firmly together, and they used their tongues as special pumps, sucking on her flesh to produce a red blotch, marking her as theirs..
Jill was in ecstasy as the twin mouths worked at her most intimate place. She could feel the burning where their mouths focused, and the sensation was so intense that it was all she could do keep from screaming. She had not received a hickey since she had been in junior high school.
Boys loved to give girls hickeys, but those had only been on her neck, except for those she had been given by four boys at once on a dare at a beach party. They had teamed up, and put hickeys on the outside of her breasts and on her buttocks, all four sucking on her at once.
At the time she been on top of her boyfriend, fucking him as he lay on the sand. That had been a wild teenage prank, and was not the way she usually behaved. She had earned a reputation that night she had never lost. All of her friends from that time onward knew Jill was nothing but a cunt.
This was much more intimate, and now she was mature enough to appreciate the forced intimacy. Jill really wanted to scream with excitement, but restrained herself. Instead, little squeals burst from her lips, and she ground her hips, pressing them into the two faces. It was clear to the viewers that the new woman in their closed circle was in rutt, and was experiencing yet another orgasm.
When the oral service had gone on for several minutes, the women dominants at last allowed the submissive men to stand. Arthur permitted Jill to get up, and although the man she had sucked off was allowed to tuck his genitals in and close his pants, she remained naked from the waist down.
The attendant brought in a tray full of brandy chasers, and the people welcomed the chance to rinse away the urine in their mouths. Jill was thirsty, and asked for a large beer in addition to the brandy. She stood with her legs apart so that everyone could see the two rose badges of intimacy.
She looked amazing, openly displaying where the men had sucked up hickeys on her cleanly shaved outer pubes, on either side of her naked vagina. Jill felt like a real cunt at the moment, feeling as horny as she had ever been, and knew she could both piss and shit right now for the watching group.
Arthur offered to switch roles, which surprised her, but Jill said she was quite comfortable for now being the submissive. She wondered to herself if she would ever give up this satisfying role. She found it gave her the freedom to be as outlandish as she pleased, knowing that being under the control of a master, she was free of responsibility.
The worst that could happen was that he would punish her, which made her more excited than ever. She had not understood until this moment the freedom that giving away responsibility brought. Her inhibitions, which she had fought back in order to come on this blind date, were dissolved once she gave herself over to her new master.
Arthur unzipped his fly and pulled out his sizeable penis. Jill was suitably impressed. She had a preference for men with large organs, and this on was as formidable as most she had encountered. It was not only long, but also stout, possibly two inches in diameter, as large as any she had ever had the privilege to see.
“I want to do a transfer,” he said, and a woman brought him a curious looking tube. It was nearly two feet long, with a closing valve in the middle, and Jill recognized the long slender attachments on either end as catheters. She watched with fascination as the woman took his erect penis in her hand, and lubricated one of the two catheter attachments.
Then she gently squeezed the flared glans of his penis, which enlarged the opening of his piss-slit, and inserted the catheter into him. The experienced woman slid the long shaft in deep, working it through the large male organ so that the end was moved all the way up into his bladder.
Jill remembered his bladder must be full, as he had not relieved himself, although he had consumed several glasses of beer since they arrived. He obviously has great storage capacity. The woman lubricated the catheter on the other end of the tube, then got to her knees in front of Jill.
“Spread your thighs,” Arthur said to her. Obediently, Jill made her vagina accessible to the woman, who parted the lips with her fingers, found the bulge of her urethra, and inserted the long catheter. Jill had never had one of those tubes inserted into her organ before, and was surprised at how smoothly the device went into her.
There was a brief but manageable feeling that it would stick, but it proved to be painless. Clearly the woman was very experienced at this. Jill guessed she might be a nurse, because nurses often had to do this kind of thing for patients who had difficulty in passing their urine.
Her bladder was empty from filling the glasses, but as the woman got to her feet and stood back, she turned the valve on the hose joining Jill to Arthur through the intimate insertions. Jill suddenly felt a movement in the catheter tube, then she felt a warm rush in her bladder, and it began to swell. Arthur was pissing into her!
This was so exciting she squealed with delight. Arthur reached forward and grasped her nipples with his powerful fingers. He looked her directly in the face, and squeezed the firm buttons. The pain shot across her chest, and she lowered her head. She was being given pleasure and punishment at the same time.
She did not know how to deal with that. The discipline was the dominant action, and she realized the pleasure was intended for Arthur, not for her. Her bladder filled to capacity, and still she felt the pressure inside her increase. She believed she had taken all she could contain, and still the flow continued.
Arthur had a much greater capacity than she, and he was exerting an overpowering pressure on her bladder with the continued flow of his piss into her. She felt what were like cramps inside her as she had often felt when she had fought back the need to urinate for too long.
She wondered if the pressure he was exerting on her was enough that he was actually driving his piss upstream from her bladder right up into her kidneys. That was bizarre, and she dismissed the thought. It was just the creaking of an overloaded bladder, she decided.
It hurt, because the pressure increased and did not let up, until at last the woman who had inserted the catheters turned off the valve between them. Arthur pulled the catheter out of his penis, and let it drop, so that it dangled from her vagina like a huge tampon string.
Arthur embarrassed her again by asking her to walk around the room, displaying her unnatural extension. The device swung almost to the floor, and that slow walk, with her knees apart, was more of a humiliation than she had ever experienced before. This man was good.
At last he allowed her to stop, and he removed the catheter from her vagina. He then surprised her when he instructed her to fill the tower of little glasses again. Following his orders, she again squatted over the glass pyramid, and with enormous internal relief, began to piss.
This released the gush of warm urine that had originated with Arthur into the glasses. It was now their combined urine, It had been double-filtered, through his kidneys and hers. She had her head down, as instructed, and this gave her an excellent view of what she was doing.
Arthur’s piss, passed through her bladder and ejected through her cunt, had picked up additional solids, and was now much richer in color than was hers on its own. Jill was releasing it in a torrent that cascaded over her tower of small champaign glasses like a waterfall.
She knew she would definitely be punished if she were at all wasteful, so she deliberately slowed the stream of urine as the glasses filled. When she squeezed her inner sphincter sufficiently to turn off the flow completely, it felt as if somehow her bladder were still more than half full.
Arthur looked pleased with her control when she obeyed his command for her to stop pissing and to stand up. Her full bare breasts bounced beautifully and enticingly up and down as she stood. It was as clear to her as it was to everyone in attendance she was enjoying these outlandish peepee games.
All of the people at this gathering at the Boiler Room, of people with the peculiar tastes, that this new young girl Arthur had brought them was a novice. Jill watched to see if Arthur wanted her to join the others in drinking some of her own second-hand fluid. He knew going in that she would love to.
Arthur went further than that, and actually shocked her with his next instruction. “I require you to reprocess all of my nectar, Jill,” he said. “I want you to drink all twelve of those glasses dry, so that you fill your bladder with it again, this time the natural way.” Her eyes opened wide.
“Let’s see how well your active kidneys will filter the rejected fluids of my body. Later tonight we can have you again produce the same golden shower. Don’t you agree it is best that you recycle everything possible, putting it to the fullest potential use?” The process he described raised recycling to new levels.
This was more bizarre than anything she had ever imagined, and Jill had, through her private play, developed a great imagination. Her repertoire of despicable, mischievous and filthy sexual acts was being enlarged in ways she could never have imagined possible.
She picked up the top glass and lifted it to her lips. She inhaled its aroma, and recognized a sharper scent than her own pure urine had. It also had a stronger color, which she had noticed earlier. She had no idea a man could produce such a rich piss from his kidneys.
Jill was not sure that this was a punishment, as most of the others had sampled and enjoyed the taste of her piss. Perhaps drinking their combined piss was viewed as a strange kind of reward, or perhaps there was no hidden agenda other than to recycle his urine that had been filtered through her bladder twice.
This time it was their combined piss that would go through her kidneys. ‘My God,’ she thought, ‘I’m getting so damned clinical!’ She tipped the glass, and took a sip of the warm body liquid. It had a distinct tang, sharper than her own, somehow more masculine, which she reasoned to be understandable.
The piss she had discharged twice left a salty taste on her lips, and a slight sting in her nostrils as she poured the glass into her mouth, and let it roll to the back of her throat. She had never tasted anyone else’s pee before, only her own. Jill had been sampling her own release off and on since she had been as young as eight.
When she had been in grade six some junior high school boys had taken her into an abandoned house and had forced her to suck their penises. She surprised them when she had attempted to get them to pee while their dinks were in her mouth, but their shafts were too rigid, and they were unable to pee.
However, she did get to taste quite a bit of fresh semen. One of the young boys had jacked himself off while she was sucking him, and she had persisted in attempting to get him to piss by pressing against his bladder, so she could taste his urine, but instead she caused him to spurt his cum in her mouth.
That was a surprise, as at her tender age she had not known about such things, but it was so long ago that all she could remember was that she didn’t much like the taste of it. At least, not at first. His cum tasted a lot like soap to her, not at all like the taste of her own pee.
Jill by far preferred the acid taste of urine. The other boys had seen him jacking off into her mouth, and thought that was a great idea, and they all took a turn gifting her with their sperm. They coated her entire face with cum, and got a lot of it into her hair, which was not at all a pleasant feeling.
Two of the boys thought it would be cool to ejaculate up into her nostrils. That was serious, because once one nostril was blocked with cum, the other boy loaded the other nostril, and when she tried to inhale, she sucked semen into the back of her throat, and from there into her lungs.
Girls’ lungs were not designed to inhale cum. Sperm swimming around where oxygen is supposed to go causes a girl to do some serious coughing, which is what Jill did. She at last got over that, and had to swallow cum from three more boys before everyone had taken his turn.
By the time they had all face fucked her and given her a shot of cum, she got used to it, and decided it didn’t taste that bad after all. For her it proved to be an acquired taste, one that she acquired that night, and as the night wore on she willingly took a second load from those boys able to ejaculate a second time.
It was then that she determined she would like to try drinking more fresh semen, this time directly from the source, and from that time on, she gained a reputation at school as being a hot cocksucker, and a terrific face fuck. Jill was willing to take into her mouth the penis of any boy willing to bring it out.
She was the only girl in the elementary school whose breasts were well developed, and the boys in the senior high sought her out for a date from grade six right through grade nine. Cum was great when it was warm, shot into her mouth directly from the doner’s penis.
On the other hand, she had always expected she would find the stronger and brighter amber liquid more exciting, and she did. The champaign glasses in the stack held a single mouthful, which she swallowed, and picked up the next glass. She sipped at this one also, rather than throwing it back like a shooter.
It was important that she savor every drop of the body liquor Arthur had transferred to her. She was aware of the stares of everyone in the room, so she made a show of rolling the warm piss on her tongue and squishing it through her teeth before swallowing it.
She knew she would be punished if she did not enjoy every bit of it. What she enjoyed was not all about the flavor, but more about the outrageous behavior that was required of her, with the others all watching her. It was so cool that everybody here liked to see girl’s peeing and drinking their own pee.
Like it wasn’t as if she were shitting, or worse, eating shit. The thought of eating shit with everyone watching repulsed her. Only a skank whore would ever do that in public. It took her nearly ten minutes to empty all of the glasses into her mouth, play with it, then let it run down her throat into her stomach.
She was glad that she was handed that beer, even though it too was warm, when she had finished her task. The beer washed away the alkaline aftertaste that she did not enjoy. At home she used a cold coke as a mouthwash, and usually had two, as that served to re-fill her bladder.
She had found that by drinking a couple of cans of coke, she could produce another highly personal intimate drink before too long. The beer mug she was handed was easily as big as two cokes. It was warm, intentionally so, because the guys believed the warmth would help accelerate its trip to her bladder.
By re-filling her bladder, she was going to soon be able to produce more of her urine for the people again. They really got off on watching her pissing. Some people were like that, and it served her purpose as a natural exhibitionist. This made her the center of attention, which to her was just fine. Let them watch.
Jill felt a stirring in her bowels, not the first she had felt since entering this Boiler Room club. She knew that with the movement her colon would soon become uncomfortable and cramp if she did not get to a toilet. Although the door to this room was marked “toilets”, she had no idea where the toilets were.
All clubs had to have toilets; it was State law. She was going to have to find one in the next few minutes, for already she was feeling quite uncomfortable. For the first time she realized the Boiler Room was probably operating well outside the laws under which all legal clubs were regulated.
She told Arthur of her need, telling him she had to do number two, and everyone heard her request. They all laughed. Only a simple coquet would put it that way. From her behavior, they all knew Jill was new to all of this, and that was just the way they liked new members to be.
She was not a complete novice, as nothing she was doing was for the first time. However, doing it in a place like this with a group of people watching everything she did was highly embarrassing to her. She was not this kind of girl, but with all the approval she was receiving, she was beginning to relax.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR