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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE BOILER ROOM 6
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 6
When the teenage girl had pushed her shit log out of her anus six inches, she could no longer suck it entirely back in, but she was still in control and doing very well when the timer announced two minutes. At this point the end of the slender turd began to droop, pointing toward its naked human toilet, lower than the turd already deposited on him.
When her stool made contact with the pale flesh of the man’s belly, the girl wagged her ass in a big arc, tracing a faint brown line on his skin with her faecal log. Still maintaining control of it, she backed so that it lay with the end dangling over the nude man’s side.
Then she moved forward, laying down a straight line with the slender dark slug. Jill saw that she was getting near the end of making her deposit. That was when the odor reached the audience. It was clear that the girl had not eaten her tums, likely on purpose, and the result was outstanding.
Fortunately, the deodorant quality of the nil-odor in the room and the efficient air management system did its job. It did not allow the strong aroma of the dark meat she passed to overwhelm the participants, although it continually reminded them of what a pig she was.
Jill wondered how such a clean-looking young girl, still a teen, out later than her parents would ever permit, to attend this outrageous shitting competition in a club like this, could produce shit with such an obnoxious smell. It was much stronger than her own stools ever smelled.
“Well, it looks like we’ve found our miss Piggy here for tonight, haven’t we!” Arthur laughed.
The man who had gone first had pulled his pants up, and was standing beside Jill. He explained to her what was going on. “The day before a pooping contest like tonight’s, one of the contestants, who volunteers, is flushed with an enema, has a rancid week-old pork sausage that’s been sitting out thrust deep up into his or her butt.
“Then a couple of rotten eggs are broken, the contents loaded into a turkey baster, and the smelly mess is injected into the volunteer’s rectum to surround the sausage. Then they eat two cans of baked beans. In twenty-four hours in the host’s warm moist environment, the colon starts to digest it all.
While mixing it with the regular bowel movements of beans that moved down into the colon, which is really the holding area, it moderates into a festering mess beautifully. That person is the piggie of the night! Sandi is a hot little cunt, only participating for a couple of years, and this is only her second piggie assignment.
“This nasty trick produces for us the smelliest result possible from the human gut, which you have just experienced. The pig is predetermined by the handlers, then the others try to guess which one it is. They were pretty sure it would not be you, because this is your first time here. I think Arthur chose well.”
“What’s the significance of being called the pig?” Jill asked.
“You’ll see in a few moments. This guy on the floor is a seasoned fan of what we refer to as the chocolate lunch. He will perform immaculate body service on her, eating the next shit offering she produces directly from her shit chute. It’s quite disgusting, really, but of course that is what this intimate sport is all about.”
“Have you ever done it?” Jill asked, “eaten somebody else’s shit?”
“Yes, directly from the anus of a doner, but never from the piggy,” the man answered. “From my point of view, that takes numbed taste buds. I’ve mostly eaten fresh stools served on a plate, and usually they were my own. At least when you eat your own shit you know what you’re getting.
“My personal controller Mistress is very considerate, as she covered them with honey, to make them more palatable. It was not at all as bad as I had feared.”
Jill grimaced, and knew she would never try anything like that. She did have her limits, and eating shit, even her own, was well across the line for her. She had in private tasted her own shit, and although she found the taste interesting, it did nothing to increase her sexual desire.
The young woman squatting over the man shitting on his tummy was finished. The attendant gave her some tissue to wipe herself clean, and took it when she was finished, putting it into one of his plastic bags. That explained why, although he carried a roll of toilet paper, there was none of it in the kitty litter on the floor.
The girl stood back, and another man was told by his Mistress to take his turn. He looked more nervous than the others. Jill guessed that this was his first time as a participant in such a contest. He slid his pants and boxer shorts down, and moving forward, moved into position and squatted over the nude prone man’s chest.
He had a look of anguish on his face that spelled out to Jill how humiliating he found his role. He also displayed a raging erection, revealing how this act excited him. As he strained to produce his shit, his penis throbbed, and produced a quick burst of semen, leaving no doubt the man was excited, to the point of ejaculation.
Jill knew he was a true masochist as he strained, putting all his effort into producing his solid offal. Nothing happened. He had held his bowel movement back for too long, had been too anxious, and the result was that he was in hard knots inside. Jill learned that constipation is an exhibitionist’s worst enemy.
After nearly two minutes of red-faced straining, his anus at last opened, jammed with the broad end of a large hard dry looking stool. Arthur went to work with his riding crop, slapping the man hard across the buttocks, producing more effort but little in the way of results.
Everyone was thoroughly enjoying the constipated man’s plight. His ass was taking a thrashing, and was responding with ever increasing effort, until at last the hard block of shit burst out of his strained anus. The solid turd bounced off the prone man’s chest. They left it lying in the Kitty Litter where it landed.
Although it was nearly two inches across, it was only three inches long. For a number of reasons, including a late start, receiving assistance in production with a caning of his bare ass, and for shamefully missing the human target, the unfortunate man was disqualified.
Now it was Jill’s turn. Arthur instructed her to lie down on her back on the kitty litter, spread her thighs, and raise up her butt in the air, presenting a full view of her cunt to the audience. She immediately did as she was told, and wearing only her garter belt, black hose and spike heels.
She looked incredibly sexy, her groin and its portals fully exposed, ready to take a fuck. That proved to be exactly what Arthur had in mind for her, but not in the way she imagined. He signaled to a Dom, who instructed her male slave to strip naked, get his penis firm and to mount her.
The man, a senior executive at a large resource company and an obedient slave, showed no hesitation. When his trousers came off he displayed a ready and eager erection. There was no doubt he was ready, and anxious to act at his mistress’s command. He was prepared to be a stallion.
“Fuck the cunt’s throat!” the Dom commanded. He obediently moved around and climbed over her head. Without hesitation, he thrust his large penis into her open mouth and thrust in deep into her throat. Jill felt the blockage of her air passage, but did not panic, as she trusted Arthur to ensure her safety.
This was not a new experience for the executive, who with his clothes off looked had lost his look of superiority, as he had twice daily required his executive assistant, a striking redhead with a great figure and huge breasts, to kneel in his office and give him head. The man was an accomplished face fucker.
Twice he had got his assistant to remove her panties, and he had given her a vigorous fuck each time. A couple of months after the second fuck he had found it necessary to kill the inconsiderate cunt, as she had the bad taste to become pregnant. There was no way he was going to let her come to term and present him with a child.
The man stayed at the office very late that night, requiring the girl to remain with him, had personally rolled her into a garbage cart and taken it down to his vehicle in the underground parkade, and had dropped her alive into a fresh concrete pour of the deep foundation for a new skyscraper.
As he knew it would, because he’d done the same thing several times before, the wet concrete acted like quicksand as she’d struggled. Cunts always struggled when they didn’t like what you were doing to them, and this cunt Jill was stretched out in front of him on the floor, face up.
She was basically naked. She attempted to get him to stop fucking her throat by biting down hard on the base of his cock. Thank God the bitch’s jaw wasn’t strong enough to do damage, but she did manage to hurt him. Without his clothes, the powerful executive looked like anyone else.
Like any man, he screamed when Jill sunk her teeth into the base of his cock when he thrust it down her throat. He lifted his right fist and punched her hard in the belly. Her bite and his punch were both unauthorized movements, and both of them knew they would have to pay for their indiscretion.
“Eat her cunt!” came the next command from his Dom, and he lowered his head to Jill’s groin, enthusiastically taking her engorged cuntlips into his mouth. He then began a thrusting action with his penis, plunging it repeatedly as deep as possible into her gullet.
This was a female face well worth fucking, and he loved the feel of her gripping throat. The highly excited man proved to be too ready, and within a minute began ejaculating gobs of semen down into her stomach. She was unable to breathe with her throat jammed full of pulsing penis.
Breathing was the last thing on her mind as she began a rapid swallowing action, which pumped vigorously on the shaft blocking her windpipe. The executive bellowed as he fucked her beautiful face, and his semen jetted in regular spurts down her throat, and straight into her stomach.
Then, remembering his Dom’s instructions, he began chewing on Jill’s flared rubbery cuntlips. He used extra pressure, in retaliation for having her bite his cock so painfully that he’d creamed. This would teach the cunt! The bitch would pay for the indiscretion of biting his penis!
Jill was unable to scream at the pain to her sex organ in the grip of his teeth, due to his rapidly plunging penis thrusting into her throat as he fucked her gorgeous face. The others cheered him on, seeing that he was cuming down her throat, and he produced a surprising quantity of his sperm-loaded semen into her.
Unfortunately for her, by ejaculating directly into her stomach, the man prevented her from tasting his offering, so that all she tasted was the deodorant he had applied to his groin and balls, spraying it even onto his stomach and into his ass crack. It tasted vile, as in had never been designed for human consumption but was for external use only.
The swimming little male cells would find no human eggs in her tummy to fertilize, but instead would have to face her digestive acids, with enzymes that would consume them and process their protein as food. At last his ejaculation was complete, and with permission from his Dom, he pulled his penis from her mouth, the tip still dribbling his cum.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIX