Chapter 2
Eating from the floor with my hands cuffed behind my back was impossible without tipping over. Paula helped me lie down on the dirty concrete, my tits squished beneath me. She sat on the bed in a corner my piss hadn’t reached, still holding my chain like a leash.
To loud applause and excited chatter, I dug in, scooping up chunks of feces. The taste was earthy and vile, the putrid flavor releasing fully as I chewed. Taking short breaks, I swallowed each bite. With my battered asshole still hanging open, I felt more shit pushing itself out of my ass.
“Carlita, if you keep shitting while you eat, we’ll never get to the Goliath.”
I knew the rules: shitting without permission meant it would have to go back in. Maneuvering on my stomach, I scooped up my latest droppings, but fortunately, it wasn’t much. Fifteen minutes of shit-packing with her dildo had led to good results.
I looked up when I heard a chain scrape over the floor outside my cell.
Mari was a sight to be seen. Like all of us debt whores, she wore a massive steel collar and a pair of heavy shackles, mandatory whenever we left our cells. She was a chubby girl in her mid-twenties with long raven-black hair and a pair of udders that put a cow to shame.
Without a bra, they’d hang down to her navel, so they had locked tight metal tunnels around the base of her sagging tits, making them stand out like torpedoes. Her nipple rings were connected by a sturdy chain that swayed and stretched her nipples whenever she moved.
Years ago, I had fucked her in the men’s room at a party, but she had been too stoned to remember. Or maybe it was her equally big-titted sister? It was all a bit of a blur.
“Got room for one more?” she asked, beaming at us. The girl was a ray of sunshine, able to brighten even the darkest room.
I burped, sticking out my brown tongue.
She grimaced, then stuck out her own at me. “Eww, Carlita. I don’t know how you can keep it down. Every time I do it, I puke my guts out.”
The door buzzed, letting her in. From her mincing shuffle, I could tell something big was lodged inside her ass.
“I guess you won’t be needing lunch today,” she said, her hand on her crotch. “Someone tipped for a pussy eating, and I really wanted to see you take the Goliath.” She grinned, turning around to reveal the neon red base of a butt plug. “I’m such a fan girl. I wanna see how a real butt slut does it.”
Paula strode over to her. “What size are you wearing?”
“My biggest, the Colossus,” Mari said, nodding toward one of the plugs in the middle of my lineup. “God, they haven’t let me take a shit since Tuesday, and now I’ll be wearing this monster for four hours.”
There were a couple of newcomers in cells two and five who needed breaking in. Maybe they had her save her shit for them. Or maybe it was for me. I burped again, then swallowed the last piece of my pile.
A ping sounded from the speakers, and we all turned our heads. It was a tip for Mari.
She grinned, playfully wiggling her tied tits. “Thank you, my little pervs! I guess that makes it five hours. I'm gonna need a diaper tonight, or I’ll be shitting on Miguel’s rugs.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. “Let’s get to the pussy eating, okay? I haven’t had an orgasm in an hour.”
Paula chuckled. “More like twenty minutes. Can you even come with that thing up your ass?”
“Sure. Carlita’s tongue is like magic.” Mari gnawed her lip. “On second thought, let’s do the Goliath first. Gives me an extra kick, knowing that you’re wearing that monster. I don’t know how you can even walk with that thing.”
“All right,” Paula said, finally unlocking my handcuffs. “Let’s do this.”
I rubbed my wrists, staring at the monstrous pink plug. There was no doubt I could take it – I had done it before – but the thing looked positively intimidating. I coated it with a generous amount of lube.
“Ohhh, exciting!” Mari sat down on the bed, avoiding my puddle of piss. With one hand rubbing between her legs and the other pulling on her nipple chain, she watched me lower myself on the Goliath.
Paula shook her head. “Seriously, Mari. How did you turn into such a slut?”
She shrugged. “I’m clean for the first time in, what, five years? No blow, no alcohol for thirteen months. I gotta get my thrills somewhere.”
“How much longer do you have?”
“Five months,” she said, stifling a moan. “Miguel said he’ll hire me as a free whore when I get out.” She tapped the steel tunnel constricting her left breast. “I even get to keep my hardware.”
“The rings, too?” asked Paula, reaching for Mari’s nipples. In their puffed-up state, with the chain pulling on them, they were the longest I had ever seen.
“Not these, exactly. I’m due for the next larger size. Teats like mine need proper rings, obviously.”
They kept making conversation while I fought the Goliath. It took a while. My asshole stretched wider and wider as it traveled along the bulbous body of the plug. I had to take several breaks, getting used to the insane size that threatened to rip my sphincter muscle. It didn’t of course; I was too well trained.
When it finally slipped inside and my asshole contracted around the plug’s base, Mari was already working toward her second orgasm. I felt like my ass had swallowed a melon.
Both Paula and Mari applauded, and the screen filled with messages. I didn’t read any of them. Walking was almost impossible now; I waddled over to the bed, dragging my chain behind me.
“Always impressive,” said Paula, giving me a nod. “And that’s with four days of shit in your bowels.”
Mari licked her sticky fingers. “You should try it. There’s nothing like a good stretch.”
“Hell no, that's debt whores only. I earn my money with this butthole; I’m not gonna wreck it.”
I got down on my knees in front of the bed. Mari was surprisingly flexible, lifting her shackled legs up over her head to give me full access. I chuckled when she realized that she was lying in my puddle of piss. She giggled but stayed put.
Paula grinned. “You do realize Carlita was just eating shit, right?”
“So? My cunt hasn’t been washed in a while either.”
It was a fact I could definitely confirm. Despite the remnants of feces in my mouth, she tasted more than ripe. I lapped along her labia, encrusted with dried-up juices, working my way up to her clit, then encircling it with my tongue.
“God, yes,” she moaned. “This is so good. They should cut off more cocks and teach them to do this!”
I would have had her there in a couple of minutes, but Paula had other ideas. Digging her fingernails into Mari’s enlarged nipples, she yanked her back from the edge every time she came too close.
In the end, it was inevitable. Between her stuffed ass, my probing tongue, and Paula’s fingernails, she couldn’t tell pain from pleasure anymore. Mari exploded into her climax with a long guttural groan.
She giggled. “Did I squirt in your face? Sorry, Carlita. But it was just too good.” Her shackles clinked as she planted her feet on the bed. “Come here, bestie.”
I waddled to the other side of the bed, then enjoyed one of her legendary kisses with plenty of tongue. When she brushed over my stiff nipples, I forgot all about the Goliath.
“Carlita and Mari,” said Paula with a chuckle. “How romantic.”
Mari laughed. “As romantic as it gets when one of us has shit on her tongue and we’re both stuffed like turkeys.” She gave me another kiss that sucked the air out of my lungs. “You’re my girl, Carlita. You make me come harder than anyone with a cock.”
Another tip came in.
“Of course,” said Paula, rolling her eyes. “And never less than half an hour.”
Mari smirked. “You can give your strap-on to Carlita,” she said. Then she turned her head and shouted, “Hey, we need another strap-on in cell three! The Cuntbuster, please! We’re doing Paula.”