From the corner of her eye, Phoebe saw the flickering light of the TV, but the sound was off, and she couldn’t turn her head far enough. Some sports program – what else could it be? She took a deep breath through her nose, biting down on the large, uncomfortable ball gag that propped her mouth open. The delicate scent of the Jasmine air freshener just about masked the smell of her arousal.
Damn, this gag is brutal. Should have picked a smaller one.
Naked and strapped hand and foot to the fuck bench, she couldn't move much. Not that it mattered – everything she wanted to happen was happening already. The heavy, wooden bench stood in the corner of the living room, on the tiled floor and in safe distance from precious couches and rugs.
Days of preparation had led up to this: the fiber-rich food, the monstrous butt plug lodged inside her, with the tight, locked crotch strap that made sure she couldn't push it out. No way to void her bowels, every bit of precious shit saved for tonight.
Unable to focus in the office, she had yearned for Friday night.
Now it was time.
Daniel stepped behind her and removed the crotch strap. She strained, but needed help getting the plug out; her sphincter stretched painfully as he worked out the widest part. No time to relax. He quickly replaced it with his massive dick, ramming into her full rectum, making her grunt and squirm.
God, yes! Pack my shit! Fuck me harder!
She needed to come, and she needed to take a good, long shit. Ideally both at the same time. She knew she would get neither.
He pulled out and ran his hand over her cunt, sopping wet from the moment he had strapped her onto the bench. No matter how long they kept going, her dripping cunt was the only hole he wouldn't fuck. That was her rule, the only rule of the game really, and he respected it.
"You're such a disgusting slut. You should feel ashamed of yourself. What would your staff say if they could see you like this? "
She nodded and grunted. Not all of them would be surprised.
At her last company gathering, she had taken Jackson up to her hotel room. After emptying the mini bar, she sucked him off in the bathroom and dared him to piss on her face. He had obliged, but later claimed memory loss and avoided being alone with her ever since.
What a wimp. I could use a good side piece at the office. Or two.
A slap on her ass brought her back to the present. Before she could push out her shit, his dick was back inside her packed rectum, hammering her with savage energy. The thought of his filthy dick coated with her feces was intoxicating. She inhaled, savoring the stench of her overdue bowel movement. The air freshener had admitted defeat.
No lube, no warm up had been necessary. The base of the plug was much thinner than the rest of the huge thing, but it was still the size of an above-average dick. After stretching her sphincter for days, the muscle had given up on closing completely, hanging open the moment the plug was out. She usually needed a couple of days in a diaper until it was back to normal.
I guess I'll work from home on Monday. If I shit myself in the office, I'm never gonna hear the end of it.
Daniel was relentless, grabbing her hips as he fucked her with deep, hard thrusts that rocked the bench. Primal energy. She whimpered, almost overwhelmed by the need to come. He kept going. His fingers reached for her nipples, twisting and crushing them. It almost pushed her over the edge. He stopped.
"Don’t you dare come! First I want the truth. How many other men did you fuck this week?"
She showed “three” with her fingers. It was a lie. The past week had been too busy for extracurricular activities, but she had a reputation to protect. He’d be disappointed to hear the truth.
Her right nipple got another pinch. He growled, “How many holes did you let them fuck?”
Once again, she showed “three” with her fingers. It was what she would have done, anyway. When her clothes were off and there was a hard dick around, any hole was fair game.
“Your sister’s right. You’re such a wanton slut.”
That’s why I’m a way better fuck than my sister.
He bent forward, wiping the soiled plug on her face. One big wide streak on her left cheek, another one on her right. When he pulled his dick out, some of the brown mass inside her rectum pushed itself through her gaping asshole. He immediately sealed her with the plug. As huge as it was, it slid in with little resistance. She tried to push it back out, but he locked it using the crotch strap. Her groan was met with a chuckle.
"Taking a shit is a privilege, slut. One you gotta earn."
She voiced her protest by peeing on the living room floor. Started to, anyway – he caught most of it in a glass. He poured some of the warm urine over her head, soaking her hair. It stung in her eyes.
I’m gonna drink the rest later.
When the belt hit her right ass cheek with a savage blow, she screamed into the gag. Her ass burned. She clenched her fists. More blows rained down. Oh fuck. She bucked and babbled and begged. It was no use. Nowhere to hide. She didn’t count, didn’t have to. Fifty was the price for pissing without permission.
Oh God, my ass hurts.
“This is our living room, you filthy animal,” he said, chuckling. “I should put you in your cage in the basement.”
She felt him unbuckle the gag. When he worked that rubber ball out of her mouth, she drooled, closing her numb jaw. That's when she saw him. He hadn't come yet; his cock was still erect. Rock-hard, covered by a thick coat of shit. Her feces, sticking to that incredible dick, were just in front of her face. She craned her neck and stuck out her tongue to taste it, but he was too far away.
"You want it?" he asked, gently running his hand across the bridge of her nose.
"Yes! Please, please, I need it!"
"Why should I give it to you? You just pissed on the floor."
She gulped. "Because I'm a shit-eating whore. I need–"
He didn't wait, stepping forward and ramming it into her mouth. The earthy taste, the putrid smell, everything she had been waiting for. She licked and sucked, swallowing the creamy excrement. A half step forward pushed the dirty thing down her throat, making her muscles spasm, milking his dick. Fucking her face and throat as he had her ass, he took his time, once in a while giving her a moment to breathe.
The end came way too fast. He shuddered and groaned. It was over.
"Thanks for that. I love fucking a pretty face."
She exhaled. Her voice was hoarse. "Can I have more shit, please?”
“Not now.”
“Come on! Fuck!” She groaned, tugging on her restraints. “What you had on your dick was barely a mouthful! Gimme more, dammit!"
He scoffed. “You’re giving me attitude? I guess I’ll better shut you up. I wanna watch the game in peace."
“I’m sorry! Please?”
“Fine. A little taste of dinner then.”
He knelt down and scooped up the handful she had lost earlier. She ate it out of his hand, savoring the foul taste as she chewed. It wasn’t all that much, but it would have to do.
The gag went back in, the mix of shit and cum still on her tongue. He was right. They had all night; it was too soon to come and too soon for a proper feeding. He slapped her welted, plugged ass.
“I've got something to keep things interesting,” he said, rubbing a bit of cream on her engorged clit. “That should cure your attitude.”
Capsaicin cream?! Fuck!
Lying on her stomach, her bloated, packed bowels tormented her, but that was now a minor concern. It was only a matter of seconds until the faint tingle on her clit would turn into hellish, all-consuming pain.
“I'll be back at halftime. Don't go anywhere, and try to keep the noise down.”
Phoebe nodded, biting down hard on the gag. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Her heart was thumping in her chest, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. It would be a long, excruciating night, but the release would be glorious.
Take your time. I'll be right here.
With Daniel watching TV on the couch, Phoebe spent her time wailing into her gag as the capsaicin burned her sensitive tissues like hellfire. It took the better part of an hour until the agony somewhat subsided.
Oh God, that stuff is nasty.
Barely coherent, she heard a woman’s heels click outside in the hallway, coming closer. She groaned a halfhearted greeting into her gag.
“Hey, little sis,” Lucy said, giving her welted butt a hard slap.
Unable to speak, she mumbled her protests. Don’t call me that! You’re twenty minutes older, dammit!
Lucy giggled. “Yeah, yeah. Did you enjoy my capsaicin cream? Hurts like Hell, doesn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I know, right? I tried it on my own cunt last week, and there’s nothing quite like it.” She pinched Phoebe’s right nipple. “Well, you’re stinking up my living room, so I think you deserve it.”
“She pissed on the floor,” said Daniel, his eyes firmly on the game.
Lucy put her hand on her hips. “My, my, you filthy little animal. I leave you alone with my husband, and you cause nothing but trouble. Did you two fuck?”
“Mouth and ass,” Daniel said. “I had to keep her plugged. She’s literally full of shit.”
“I can imagine. Uncomfortable, with all that shit inside you, huh?”
Phoebe nodded. Get me off this goddamn bench!
“Let me help you,” Lucy said. She undid the buckles, freeing her from her bonds. “Get down! You know the drill.”
Phoebe quickly flexed her wrists, but immediately took her position on her knees. Sitting on her heels with her legs apart and her hands behind her back, she waited until Lucy had fed her arms into the leather armbinder that Daniel had helpfully laid out. She winced as Lucy tightened the laces of the single sleeve, forcing her elbows together.
“Okay,” Lucy said as she reached for a large plate from the cupboard. “Let’s fix you a plate, shall we?”
Phoebe clenched her muscles around the huge plug, stuck inside her for days. God, it’s finally time!
“Oh, you think you can take a shit now?” Lucy laughed. “No, little sis. You’re gonna stay plugged and packed until Sunday night. Doesn’t mean you have to stay hungry, though.”
Lucy hiked up her skirt, exposing her bare crotch. She squatted down and, with a wet rush, filled the plate with the contents of her bowels – a massive, soft pile that filled the room with its putrid smell.
“Eat up! In the meantime, I’m gonna fuck my husband.”