Feature Writer: Polaris
Feature Title: CULT OF THE NYMPHOMANIAC DEGENERATES 2
Published: Copyright 2007 Polaris
Story Codes: Masochism
Synopsis: Stephanie’s voyage of self-discovery
Author’s Notes: Feedback always welcome: [email protected]
Cult of the Nymphomaniac Degenerates 2
The Masochist-Sado
It was less than twenty-four hours that Stephanie would be leaving. She knew that she had to make the most of what little time she had left. But even more than that, she felt a great pressure and desire to leave her mark behind. She would either be living a life secluded from society, or possibly, it could all be just a trap, and she might even find herself murdered. Not that the thought didn’t sound a bit thrilling to her, especially if it meant her being savagely raped beforehand. But either way, she would not be returning to the life that she knew.
Stephanie awoke early the following morning, naked as always. She slowly stretched her body as her skin rubbed against her vaginal-cum-encrusted sheets and pillow cases. She loved leaving them in that condition and would always wait till right before laundry day to lick and suck out her orgasmic filth.
The girl sat up against her headboard, pushed her right breast up towards her mouth and casually began sucking her nipple as she pondered how she should start her day. Her breasts had developed quite generously for her age, and she was grateful that mother nature was on her side and had not wasted such gifts on some other frigid prude who would neglect getting thorough use out of them. Of course, her chest was not the only place where puberty had persevered.
Very early on, she had also been graced with a full pubic patch, of which she was very proud of. She would often safety pin the front of her panties – an item of clothing that she wore only if she was going to be exposing herself in some fashion – so that the rims of the leg holes were almost touching each other, leaving her pubes free to creep out for all in her locker room to witness. Outside of that, she would wear all of her bottom clothing very low, allowing the hairs to climb out from the top, or even snake out from the zipper of her jeans on days when panties were absent. During times when she craved some perverse pain, she would zip up straight through the pubic hairs and then yank her jeans down to forcefully rip them out.
Stephanie’s bladder was swelling by the minute, and she was carefully considering in which delinquent manner she should relieve herself, when all of the sudden, her concentration was broken by the sounds of chirping. She went over to the window, lifted the screen, and stuck her torso out; her bare fourteen year old boobs dangling for all her natural surroundings to see.
She searched the nearby tree for a few moments, but could not identify the source of the chirps. She then flipped around, looked upward, and saw, what looked to be a partially obscured bird’s nest at the corner of her gutter-spout. Never having had the opportunity to see one up close, the girl spontaneously raced downstairs and, willfully neglecting to put on some clothing, headed out her back door.
Stephanie approached the tree, wrapped her limbs around the trunk, and began to climb. The rough bark scraped at her breasts and tugged at her pubic hair as she ascended, but it was of little consequence to her. Very little, in fact, as she found herself emitting pleasurable masochistic grunts each time that it happened.
When she finally was high enough, Stephanie straddled a long, strong, sturdy branch and looked over to the corner of her roof, where she could now clearly see the nest, which had a baby robin along with two other unhatched eggs. Carefully, she shuffled over to the nest and dropped herself on to the relatively flat-surfaced roof. Her bladder had had about all it could take at this point. As much as she would have liked to delay it, Stephanie walked to the edge, stuck her cunt out as far as she could with her back arched and hands pushing into her ass-cheeks, and pissed off the side of her house.
With that taken care of, Stephanie knelt and looked down at the nest. She just knew she had to do something kinky with it. The teen could feel her bowels tingling deep within her. She positioned herself accordingly and prepared to shit off of her roof as well, when she suddenly found herself being attacked by the mother bird as it came swooping in.
Stephanie quickly turned around once more and fell back; flailing and grasping one hand in front of her in defense, while leaning on the other for support. Her eyes were squinted shut for the most part, but she managed to sneak some brief peeks in. Finally, after peering out of her right eye and with a stroke of unbelievable luck, she managed to grab the mother bird’s leg.
She clasped its scared, flapping body with both hands, not quite sure what to do. The attacks would just resume once more if she let go, she thought, but she certainly couldn’t manage climbing back down with the hysterical thing. Her heart lit up as she remembered the gutter hole that the nest had been resting on moments before.
She scooted her butt along the shingles over towards it, and then shoved the mother bird down the spout. She kept her hands clasped over the hole for several moments; hearing the bird scratching wildly inside the metal, but unable to feel it trying to get out. She opened her fingers just enough to sneak a peek and saw that the bird had gotten stuck about five inches down. All of this excitement had really fired up her bowels by this point so, with no better idea coming to mind, Stephanie swiftly flipped herself around and planted her asshole directly onto the gutter-hole. She then gave a willful push and released a generous amount of soft shit.
Stephanie chuckled.
“Whew! This just isn’t mom’s day, is it?” she jokingly asked the still-chirping (and soon-to-be-orphaned) baby robin, quickly following up with a grunt.
Peeking back into the gutter pipe, she was pleased to only see her turds, but knew that she should probably head down to the other end to ensure that the bird was completely trapped and potentially prevent any further, “Revenge,” from the avian attacker. Before that, however, she had to figure out how to safely take the eggs with her.
To her good fortune, she spotted an old condom on the far side of the roof; one which she had dug out of some random stranger’s trash and proceeded to suck out all the remaining semen before finally flinging it on top of the house. She grabbed the condom, gently rolled the eggs and newborn bird inside, kicked the empty nest off of the roof, and, carefully gripping the lip of the soiled rubber between her teeth, made her way back down the tree.
Back on solid ground, she mashed the remains of the nest into the gutter pipe, and took the three birdy treats up to her bedroom.
“Now, what should I do with you guys?” the girl said as she anxiously squeezed the clasped hands that were nestled beneath her vagina with her thighs.
Going with the obvious choice first, she grabbed the baby bird by it’s feet and flipped it over, but was disappointed when she was unable to spot any visible bird genitalia. Still, that did not deter her from running and flicking her tongue between it’s legs all the same. The baby bird was chirping up a storm.
“Hmm, I bet you’re hungry. Mom was probably out looking for a worm or something for ya,” Stephanie picked up one of the robin eggs, “Lets try this.”
Her back facing the mirror with her head turned around towards it, Stephanie carefully guided the egg into her butt until it was held securely by her puckered ring. Hoping that her anal muscles wouldn’t get excited prematurely, she crept over to the bird until it was between her feet on the floor. She then slowly lowered herself down, pulling her ass cheeks apart with her fingers, and cracked the egg with her anus. The glob of yolk fell into the bird’s open mouth.
“Hehe! How’s it taste, eating your little brother or sister?”
Observing the bird’s distress by this action, Stephanie reached back towards her butt, jammed her middle finger into her rectum, and began digging out the remaining yolk and bits of broken eggshell. She then sucked said digit clean and pondered what to try next.
“Oh, duh! What was I thinking? I know how I’ll feed you, little guy! But I’ll need a couple of hours, so you’ll have to bear with me!”
Leaving the bird and remaining eggs safely on her desk, Stephanie headed back outside. She immediately fell onto the wet grass and began searching for earthworms. Spotting the first, she gently but firmly pulled it out of the soil, and then slurped it into her mouth. She didn’t swallow though. Not yet! One buy one, she located them, and with swift success. Each time she ran across a different species of insect, she’d spit the worms back out into her palm and then eat the bug, just for the hell of it. In less than fifteen minutes, Stephanie had nine slimy earthworms all wiggling around in her mouth.
‘That should be enough!’ she thought, and started to chew.
The fourteen year old’s clit was hard with approval as she indulged in her disgusting act. Though sickening in taste, her taste buds were outnumbered two to one by both her brain and pussy; the former of which was generously sending it’s blood flow towards the latter.
With the brown mush swallowed entirely, the naked, dirt-sullied girl made her way back into the house; both sighing with delight and chuckling to herself as she listened to the mother bird’s talons still frantically scraping against the inner aluminum as she passed by.
‘Now I just need something that’s gonna make me puke,’ she thought. She opened the cupboards to have a look, and spotted a box of instant oatmeal. ‘Perfect!’
She took a packet out of the box, followed the quick directions, and then popped the bowl into the microwave. Oatmeal was, and had always been, the food that her stomach was the most intolerant of. Upon hearing the ding of the appliance’s timer, Stephanie retrieved her food and then raced back upstairs.
Slightly impatient, the fourteen-year-old began spooning the oatmeal into her mouth, while using her free hand to gently rub the other robin egg against her clitoris. She could feel the nausea building inside of her by the time she took the last bite, but she still wasn’t quite there yet.
Stephanie dropped the baby bird into the empty ceramic bowl, stood up in the middle of her bedroom and began spinning around to make herself dizzy. Over and over… spinning and spinning … all while keeping her thoughts focused exclusively on what she had just consumed out in the yard. Predictably, it did not take long for the girl to drop onto her hands and knees and vomit copiously onto the baby robin. The bowl was overflowing from the flood of oatmeal and half-digested earthworms that escaped from the teenager’s lips.
Stephanie held her position as she stared down at the drowning bird, panting heavily. Playing “mommy” had been fun, but by now the time had come to do what she knew she would ultimately be doing all along. She snatched the robin from the center of the thick mess and began stuffing it into her asshole. It’s frightened vibrations excited her as she used her middle finger to cram it further into her cavity. From there, she erected her body once more, walked over to her full length mirror and turned away from it. Pulling her ass cheek to the side, she looked back and was able to see one of the creature’s tiny feet protruding from her puckered hole. Stephanie then lewdly played with herself until the moment the bird was dead, feeling every last twinge and pang of death.
xxxxx
Stephanie took a stroll through the neighborhood as she pondered what to do next; her attire consisting of only some hot-pink shorts and a saggy, white tank-top, of which the armholes had become so stretched out that the outer portions of her breasts and areolas were fully exposed, thus making the term, “Side-boob,” an understatement. Out of nowhere, she was suddenly startled by a powerful BANG!
A loud, “FUCK!” was heard shortly after.
The fourteen year old turned her head towards the direction of the noise and saw a light blue house with a wooden fence. She had seen the house before, but rarely anyone outside of it, and had wondered if anyone even lived there.
Curious, Stephanie began walking over to the back yard.
CRASH! BANG!
THWACK!
Through the planks, she could see a pale sixteen-year-old girl with long, pitch black hair, completely naked from head to toe, violently throwing various other objects around.
“GOD DAMN, COCK SUCKING, MOTHER … FFFUCKER!” the girl screamed as she whipped a plastic lawn chair into a nearby tree.
It was pretty clear that this teen was not in a sociable mood, but Stephanie just had to find out why she was naked outdoors, and proceeded to hop the fence.
“FUCKING! … SHIT! … CUNT-BALLS-FUCKER!”
“Hi,” Stephanie cut in.
The black haired girl turned towards her for a few seconds, glaring, and then proceeded to pick up a small, dent-ridden Radio Flyer wagon.
“What’s the matter?” Stephanie asked inquisitively.
“I haven’t been able to cum in SIX MONTHS!” the girl yelled in frustration.
She held the wagon above her head and chucked it hard onto the concrete patio; not giving a shit that she was divulging this information, or that she was completely clothes-less in front of a complete stranger.
To many, that would not have told them much, but for Stephanie, she immediately perceived that this girl must have a special sexual interest.
“Well, hey, maybe I could help!” Stephanie offered in a friendly manner, “What’s your big fetish?”
The black haired girl halted her tantrum for a moment to answer seriously.
“I’m a masochist-sado …”
“Oh! I’m sadomasochistic too!” Stephanie declared with empathy, “Yeah, it can really suck when you don’t have a partner to-”
“Not a sadomasochist! I’m a MA-SO-CHIST-SAD-O!” the girl interrupted, as if nearly one breath away from adding, “You fucking idiot!”
“Well … I mean … what’s the difference?” Stephanie asked, quite puzzled.
Speaking with as much calmness as she could muster, the girl explained.
“I love pain. I mean I really love to get hit and beaten! The only way I can get off is if someone hurts me! But if they do, then it makes me feel like some pussy-assed submissive and kills whole the experience! It’s fucking degrading to me and makes me feel inferior!”
Stephanie had never heard of such a thing before, but could easily grasp the logic behind it. Feeling herself becoming exhausted by now, coupled with this nosy fourteen-year-old’s silence in trying to process the situation, the frustrated girl immediately marched up to her house and slammed the back door behind her.
Feeling adventurous, Stephanie made the quick decision to follow. Inside, she walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where she saw the naked girl on her knees, performing oral sex on a man sitting on a couch, looking to be in his early forties, who had his head tipped back, with eyes shut, arms spread out, and his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles.
Sounds of GMMPH and MMPH escaped the girl as she pumped her lips up and down his hard shaft.
“Come on, you fucker!” she added as she jerked the large member a few times in her hand before bringing it back into her mouth.
“Hey! What’s going on in here?” Stephanie exclaimed with her eyes immediately lighting up, as if she had to ask.
“What the hell’s it look like? I’m blowing my dad,” the naked girl responded.
“Fuck, no way! You mean your dad lets you suck his cock?! That’s so awesome!”
“He doesn’t know I do it, stupid!”, the girl snapped, “I had to grind up sleeping pills and put it into his beer, first. It’s the only thing that calms me down when I can’t cum!”
Despite the girl’s callousness, Stephanie couldn’t help but want to aid her. The deviancy she had already shown both overwrote and justified her rude behavior.
“Well, shit, I don’t mind trying to help if I can,” the fourteen-year-old offered, her mind dividing it’s focus between her altruistic intentions and greedily enjoying the show. “My name’s Stephanie, by the way.”
At that moment, the man spurt his thick white seed into the back of his sixteen-year-old’s throat. She gave a gurgled sigh as she swallowed down the cum.
“I’m Tina.”
She then pulled her father’s pants and underwear back up and redid his belt and zipper, just as it had been before he’d passed out. She didn’t know how in the hell this nosy new girl would be able to help, but trying figure it out on her own sure wasn’t getting her anywhere.
“So how long will he be out?” Stephanie asked.
“Should be several hours still.”
“Is your mom here, too?”
“Nah, she’s been getting ripped apart by the worms in the graveyard for the past three months, and probably getting her ass raped by the Devil. Or at least that’s what I think about sometimes when I go to masturbate.”
“Perfect! Then that means neither of them will try to stop us! I’m serious, I’d love to hurt you if it’s going to help you get off! Hell, I’d be willing to hurt anyone if it meant giving a filthy orgasm to someone else!”
Tina gave out a long, aggravated sigh as her eyes rolled back up into her skull. “That’s the whole … fucking … point! If YOU get pleasure from it then that means I’M not going to!”
“Oh, right …” the girl replied, awkwardly.
As she tried to reorganize her thoughts to find a solution for Tina’s mental dilemma, Stephanie suddenly realized that she could hear a soft crying sound. Intrigued, she followed it to the next room over, where she then saw a crib set in the corner.
“Woah, a baby!” Stephanie noted.
“Yeah, it’s just my brother, Zack,” explained Tina.
“Ooo, I wanna suck his dick!” Stephanie yelled as she jogged over to the crib.
“What? He’s only, like, nine months old. His dick isn’t even an inch long yet!”
“So, who cares? A dick could be a centimeter long and a millimeter wide and I’d still love it!”
Stephanie ripped off the infant boy’s diaper, cupped his ass with both of her hands, and stuffed her face with his crotch.
“Llmmnlmnm, slrrp* lamnunmnnm,” the fourteen year old groaned as she licked and rubbed her mouth all over his genitals.
She then took her tongue and forcefully pressed it down onto the tip of his penis, as if some how hoping that she could squeeze the entirety of her pink, papillae’d muscle inside of it.
“Hey, how come he’s crying so much?” she interrupted her oral assault to inquire.
“He hasn’t eaten anything yet. Dad hasn’t been able to afford much formula since mom croaked, so we’ve just giving him some of the dog’s food out of the can.”
“Is he really hungry? I mean, really really starving?” Stephanie pressed.
“Yeeeaah, I’d have to think so,” the girl replied in a ‘well duh!’ tone.
Stephanie turned back to the baby.
“Well, I guess you’re shit out of luck, little guy. I made myself an oath that the one thing my tits will never ever be used for is to give nourishment for a baby,” Stephanie declared, as she haughtily thumped her left boob twice in rapid succession with her clenched fist.
“Babies’ mouths aren’t strong enough to make it feel good anyways when getting your tits sucked,” added Tina, honestly, “Their mouths work much better for stuffing bits of shit and turds into when no one’s looking.”
Stephanie fondled and probed the little nine-year old’s nut sack for a few moments more.
“So it’s just you and the two guys here?”
“Nope. My little twat sister is upstairs.”
“Ah … Wait, really? How old is she?”
“Five.”
Within mere seconds, a light bulb flashed inside of Stephanie’s brain.
“I think I have an idea! Are the walls in your basement insulated well?”
“I dunno. I used to go down there to blast my music and I don’t think my parents could hear it that much … Why?”
Stephanie spent the next several minutes detailing her plan; one that Tina actually found herself quite receptive to.
xxxxx
Tina’s five year old sister, Amy, fearfully muffled into the gag that had been created from her now-ripped pillowcase, as she looked up from the cold concrete floor, with her hands and feet bound. The door at the top of the basement steps was shut tightly, and the room lit just dimly enough for the two girls to see what they were, or rather, would be doing.
“Yes! You’ve even got a workshop down here!” Stephanie said, spotting the large tool wall and bench as she looked around the basement perimeter.
“And … Holy fuck, is that what I think it is?!” Alex asked as her eyes turned to a slightly-worn Roundabout merry-go-round secured in the center of the room.
“Yeah, a few boys around here helped me dismantle it and take from the playground one night a couple of years ago,” Tina explained, “We just stole street signs and other things before that. We dismantled it in my garage and then took the pieces down here. Dad was pissed, but he knew we couldn’t just take it back to the park unseen, so he pretty much had no choice but to keep it hidden and hope that the cops never come down here. Sometime after, we found this other dude who helped us rebuild it and bolt it into the ground.”
Stephanie grabbed onto one of the rails and spun the merry-go-round several times, in disbelief that her new associate actually had a fully functioning piece of playground equipment in her home.
“Hurry it up, will you? It feels like my fucking vulva’s turning blue!” an anxious still-naked Tina yelled, herself bent over a table.
Moving quickly, Stephanie grabbed a large hammer from the workbench and removed the thin ropes that had been previously used to bind Amy’s hands together. She then pushed the five-year-old to the floor, and pressed the weight of her own knee down onto the little girl’s right arm.
“You’re not gonna like this, kid,” Stephanie said with a chuckle, “but the best life lesson I can teach you is that while blood is thicker than water, it ain’t thicker than cum!”
Keeping the child’s fingers splayed out with her hand, Stephanie then clenched her ass muscles with excitement as she brought the hammer crashing down onto the Amy’s palm, shattering the bone.
A ear piercing scream reverberated around the walls of the cellar, but only for a few seconds, as the fourteen-year-old planted her asshole down onto the child’s mouth. Stephanie next began to tie the tool against the back of Amy’s right wrist, with the face of the hammer resting just above the five-year-old’s knuckles. The small girl struggled somewhat, but it was nothing that the teen could not easily control, especially at times when her pussy was wet for a deviant act as this. It dependably blessed her with both a burst of strength and energy.
With the hammer tightly secured to the forearm, Stephanie proceeded to hogtie the girl’s left hand to her feet. She then lifted her from the floor and set her down, on her stomach, onto the table where the anxious Tina awaited.
“Get ready …” Stephanie said, feeling all tingly throughout her body.
Grabbing both the child’s arm and the handle of the hammer together tightly, she then swung them directly down onto Tina’s back as hard as she could. Another horrific scream bellowed out of the five-year-old’s mouth as her broken hand was further crushed between steel and adolescent flesh.
The painful feel from the blow to her back, coupled with the howls of even worse pain from her younger sister, brought Tina an immediate orgasm. She was beyond disbelief; this strange girl’s idea had actually worked!
“Again! AGAIN!” Tina yelled frantically, almost as if she was afraid that it would be impossible to occur twice, despite that pussy juice was now squirting onto her thighs.
Of course, Stephanie had no intentions of ending it there either, and also found her own crotch burning with excitement. She gripped the arm and hammer again, and brought it down.
BAM!
“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-yessssss!” Tina grunted, amidst her sibling’s wails.
Over and over, Stephanie skillfully pounded Tina’s body with the appendage of her little sister, intuitively knowing just which areas would be the most pleasurable for her. The thud of the blow, Amy’s frightened and agonized screams, and Tina’s shameless cries of pleasure, both vulgar and obscene; all three occurred in beautiful unison each and every time.
It was the solution that Tina had dreamed of. Finally, her body was receiving the physical abuse that it craved, with the accompanying knowledge that it was hurting “the giver” far worse. Feeling those wonderful, violent attacks… for the first time, she was now able to completely enjoy them, without her brain letting thoughts of doubt and humiliation enter it. There was not even enough time for it to, for Amy’s verbal reactions made it crystal clear that she was not enjoying the activity in the slightest.
“Nooo, stop! STOP! GAAAA-HAAA-HAAAA noooooooooo…” the little five-year-old pleaded as a worked-up Stephanie briefly brought her other hand down to rub and finger her own pussy, and then quickly brought the juice-soaked digits back up into the child’s mouth to muffle her.
POUND! BAM! POUND! BAM! BAM! POUND! BAM! POUND!
Ten minutes and umpteen orgasms later, Stephanie was forced to quit, giving the regretful excuse that her arm was starting to hurt from all the swinging.
“No, no, no! You gotta give me more, please!” Tina pleaded; her bruised up back failing to kill her adrenaline in the slightest.
Altruistic feelings still in full force, Stephanie quickly looked around the basement for something else to use, but it was hard to notice anything with the giant stolen roundabout in the middle of the floor.
“Of course! That’d be perfect,” exclaimed Stephanie, as another spark of perverted brilliance hit her, “I hope you’re in the mood to get your ass spanked.”
“Fuck yeah I am, but you were just whining like a bitch that your arm was tired,” Tina countered.
“It is, but my legs certainly aren’t. Come on, help me tie her to this thing.”
Using more rope, the two girls began securing the terrified, sobbing five-year-old’s body to one of the handles of the merry-go-round, so that only the child’s head stuck out past the circle. Once firmly attached, Stephanie grabbed onto the next handle over clockwise, but then stopped.
“Whoops. I should probably start the motor first,” the teenager said.
Stephanie hopped onto the metal floor of the flat metal disc with a loud BOOM, yanked down Amy’s shorts, and gave three hard slaps to her bare ass.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“There we go,” Stephanie said as she hopped back down, as the little girl’s bawling once again became intensified. She then resumed her grasp of the handle.
“Stand back,” the fourteen year old cautioned.
Verifying that Tina was standing a couple feet out from the playground equipment with her back turned and her hands clung to the rim of a sink for balance (just as they had agreed), Stephanie then began to run. The ride had been well-oiled prior to this, which allowed her to gain momentum with relative ease. Faster and faster she spun the disc around, until she knew she was at her limit.
The moment that she heard her new friend yell “Go!”
Tina immediately stuck her ass out, only for it to make brutal contact with Amy’s face just a split second later. Standing in place, Stephanie used her hands on the free handles as best she could to keep the speed going, causing the whirling little girl’s face to smack into her older sister’s ass cheeks at a rate of once every couple seconds.
“AAGH!…AAGH!…FUCK!…FUCK!…AAH!” Tina loudly grunted with each impact of her the child’s skull crashing into her left hip.
After several minutes, Stephanie slowed down the ride and then began running in the other direction, to give Tina’s other side some attention. This time, however, she couldn’t help but join in herself. After reaching top speed, she also stuck her ass – which still had the baby bird’s head stuck into her sphincter and body well-smushed between her cheeks – out towards the ride, causing Amy double the trauma as she spun round and round and round.
xxxxx
The two teenagers finally slumped down onto the basement floor, their beat-red asses covered in bruises, along with Amy’s saliva and vomit. One of Tina’s throbbing cheeks was also bleeding from a cut given by one of two teeth that her sister had lost during the experience, which was an added plus. Even better, Amy had not only survived, but had managed to stay conscious throughout it all. Staring at her little sister, linking the anguish and bloody nose on her crying face to the aching she felt all over her body, it was pure bliss to her.
“I’m gonna get in so much shit for this …” Tina panted, “But I’ve never came so hard in my fucking life!”
“Hey, it was fun! Glad I was able to help tide you over for a while,” Stephanie said as she finally rose from the floor.
The two headed back upstairs for a bit, each glad to see that Tina’s dad was still out cold. Stephanie spent the next twenty minutes callously fingering and molesting the girl’s baby brother, but at the first moment that Tina left the room, she quietly made her exit. It was late, and she knew that a goodbye and potential explanation for her departure would be difficult. Still, she beamed with pride as she made her way back towards her home.
‘Figures that I’d finally find another horn dog deviant like me here in town right when I’m about to leave it,’ she thought.
As Stephanie reached her yard, she was puzzled at the sound of silence. She approached the gutterspout to take a better listen. There was nothing … except the faint sound of movement every fifteen seconds or so. Curious, she got down on her hands and knees, pulled the remnants of the nest out of the pipe, and took a peek. Her feces from earlier in the morning had collapsed on top of the mother bird, which was still trying to muster the strength to break free. Just the sight of it caused Stephanie’s full bladder to swell painfully, and her bowels to swiftly become very irritable. It was almost as if a guardian angel of filth had been watching over her that day.
There was truly no other sensible course of action for the young teen. Grabbing onto the edge of the gutterspout, she pulled the horizontal section of the pipe towards her, away from the house. She then stood the pipe vertically, with the bird still trapped at the base. Her legs just long enough to do so, Stephanie straddled the top of the pipe, and then used her hand to mash and cram as much of her pussy into the opening as she could. This frightening change gave the now-thrashing bird a new burst of panic-fueled energy, which could have made a difference, had its tiny foot not become trapped between the metal gutterpout edge and the lawn.
Stephanie pissed onto the bird without reservation, her ears greeted to not one, but two noises: the sound of her pee hitting it’s target, and the frightened chirps of the victim that she was degrading. As the urine exited her body, she quickly felt her bowels gurgle and heat up more and more. Clenching her sphincter tightly, she gave one last triumphant urethral push, and then slid forward, pulled her cheeks open wide, and planted her butthole onto the opening. A mountain of liquid shit came crashing down onto the avian abductee; shit partially comprised of her would-be breakfast.
‘God, I love being a kid!’ she thought as she shat. ‘Do I really want to give all of this up?’ Letting doubt creep in was definitely not what she wanted, but the difficulty of the decision was becoming more and more apparent.
Shit blasted out of Stephanie’s anus until her bowels had been evacuated completely, signaling her bladder that the way was clear for an encore. She pissed once more, though it had much less farther to go as the dying bird was well buried under her waste.
‘Waste,’ she thought as she moaned pleasurably. Only when it ends up in a toilet. If she had her way, every turd or stream of piss that she excreted would never land anywhere else than into or onto another living creature.
Finally finished with her business, a gratified Stephanie reattached the gutterpipe and then retired to her room. It had been a day well spent, but the pick up time was just a few hours away now, and the girl knew that she had to get in some shut-eye.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO