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Charla stared at the four-carat diamond on her finger, and tossed her platinum curls, laughing,
smiling. "Of course I'll marry you, Abdullah!"
Finally, he'd popped the question. God, how long had it taken for her to get this fat, balding
Arab to pop the question - nearly a year? And at that a year that she'd much rather not think
about, now that she was finally on her way to becoming Mrs. Filthy Fucking Rich!
She'd met him in the first class lounge at the airport, where he was on his way back
from the UK from working on some huge oil deal. Charla, on the other hand, was
there only because she was casing out the first class lounge at the airport to find a new sugar daddy.
She'd decided to target a foreigner this time, none of these American fuck 'em and leave 'em
types. And to sweeten the 'deal', she'd decided to play the virgin role.
Weeks of giggling coyly as he tried to cop a feel. Months of moving his hand off her ass and tits. Months of explaining that she was a good girl from Georgia, and
that her virginity was a gift she would only share with her husband on her
wedding night, no less. Right. The last time she'd still had her hymen intact, Rick Springfield was still everybody's dream boy.
So here she was, a 30-year-old - she'd told him she was 24 - third time bride to
be. Charla never told him about her first wedding at 16 to Jim Bob Becker, or her
first divorce at 16 and a half when Jim Bob had caught her with the electrician and the phone guy.
And she'd certainly never told Abdullah about her second marriage and quickie-divorce from "Hot" Rod McMullen, the porn star, who'd fucked
her and filmed her, making a fortune off the tapes. As far as stupid, fat Abdullah
knew, she was his delicate flower, his sweet little virgin, Charla. Gone was
"Charlotte the Harlot" Thompson, as she was known in high school; now she was known as Charla Thomas, good
girl and bride-to-be.
Oh, the plans to be made - and the money to be spent! Charla was in shopping
heaven. The wedding was to be a huge formal affair, with a sitdown dinner for
500. After the wedding they'd be taking a trip to wherever the fuck Abdullah was
from to meet the folks.
The wedding was a dream come true; Charla spent $12,000 on the gown alone. Abdullah was beaming at his
guests while showing off his new toy, his lovely wife, and Charla - gleaming in all of her new
diamonds - was happy for the most part, too, although she was kind of nauseated at
the thought of being fucked by her new hubby, the grease ball. Tonight he deserved a little pussy, she figured,
but it would be the only time that he got it this easy - he'd have to beg for pussy from now
on, make it worth her while.
The honeymoon was truly awesome; they took a long cruise to Greece, and stayed in a 5-star
hotel while they were there. Abdullah had looked at Charla a little funny on their
wedding night, though, when he realized just how slack her supposedly unused pussy was,
and how fake her supposedly natural 36D tits felt. Not that she cared; she'd
just shrugged it off and told him he was nuts. She even made a show of licking his dick as though
she'd never done it before, trying to make him believe that she was so in love with
him that she was willing to try anything.
In return Abdullah showered her in gifts, diamonds, fur coats, designer clothes and more. Charla
was blissfully happy for the first few weeks, until he brought up the trip to his homeland. She
pouted and bitched, complained, but it was no use. None of his family had been at the wedding, and he insisted that they fly out to meet
them. Abdullah promised her a new Mercedes when they got back home, so she finally agreed.
On the airplane he gave Charla a box, which she thought contained another gift.
When she opened it she discovered a shapeless black piece of material. "What the
fuck is this, Abdullah?" she demanded. It was a chador - a black garment that would cover her from head to
toe while she was in public - and Abdullah explained the rules of his homeland to his new bride.
First, Charla was never to speak in the company of others. Also, she would walk three paces
behind her husband. And she was to be clothed in her Chador, with her hair covered
and face veiled, unless given specific permission by her husband.
Charla's head was reeling - what the fuck was going on here? Why would he want to
cover up her gorgeous face and sexy bod? Abdullah explained that she could be arrested if she failed to cover up as ordered, and that he, as her
husband and master could choose her punishment. A chill ran the length of her
spine as she listened to him tell her what she must do, but she finally agreed.
So
she'd cover up for a few days, big deal. Then she'd go home to her brand new Mercedes. It would be
worth it.
The first day or two was very hot and even a little creepy in the veil. Charla was sweaty and
tired - and pissed - and she laughed at the stupid comments that everyone made in their
broken English. And she was really getting sick of giving that half bow thing to the people
that she met. However, the third day was the day that changed her life forever.
The third day was the day that she met her new in-laws.
Charla's mother-in-law, Yasmin, took an instant dislike to her. The way she laughed at their customs. The way that her high spike heels click-clacked on the
floor. The way that she never really answered a question until she thought about
it for a while. Yasmin decided to have a private talk with her new
daughter-in-law over tea.
What Charla didn't know was that Yasmin had drugged her tea. What Charla didn't know, until she woke up the next morning in a cold windowless
cell and chained to the wall by a collar around her neck, was that she had confessed everything to
her mother-in-law, and agreed that she needed to be punished for her sins. What Charla didn't know was that as much power as her husband had over her in this
strange and forbidding country, her mother-in-law had twice as much control - and her mother-in-law wanted her to learn her new place in the family household.
Abdullah came into Charla's cell and looked at her sadly. He explained that there
was nothing that he could do for her. She had shamed his name, and therefore must be
punished and humiliated. The only place she'd have in his home would then be as a serving girl at best. She shuddered to think of the worst.
Without warning, Abdullah grabbed Charla by her hair. He picked up a scissors
and began to chop of her waist-length curls, shouting at her about how immodest her hair length was. Charla started screaming at him, telling him
that she would give him a divorce, but to please let her go to the American
embassy. He didn't listen. Instead, he slapped her sharply and continued cutting her hair, telling her how disgusted he was by her blond hair and black cunt hair. He kept cutting her hair until her head was covered with short fuzz.
Abdullah grabbed Charla's dress by the neck and ripped it until it was torn
halfway down her chest. He then continued to rip and tear at the sobbing woman's
clothing piece by piece until she was completely naked. He left the room sadly,
but before he walked out he told her that it would be easier for her to obey, and to
accept her punishment and training. She screamed at him that she would never obey.
Never.
Soon after, Yasmin walked into the room followed by a stout woman. The woman barely looked at
Charla, but she commented something in Arabic to Yasmin. The two women then
proceeded to hold Charla down, cuffing her arms and legs spread-eagle to the wall. Charla was sobbing,
begging to be let up, but neither woman listened.
Yasmin took out a sheet of paper and began to read it to Charla. She said it was a list of Charla's crimes against her
husband and his religion. Yasmin also explained that if Charla chose to, she could go to the local authorities and take her chances there, but
that in return she might receive 1000 lashes a day or be stoned to death if she
failed to convince them of her innocence. However, if she took her chances with
Yasmin she'd endure worse than she could imagine, but she wouldn't be permanently
scarred and her life would be preserved. Not much of a choice.
Charla was made to write a confession of all her lies, all her indecent acts, and of her willingness to be punished by Yasmin and cleansed of her sins. Charla
wept and screamed and begged, but it was no use.
The other woman had been in the room the whole time and at a nod from Yasmin, she
began to set up a small table with some heated substance and strips of material.
Charla watched cluelessly thru red, teary eyes as the woman went about her
preparations, but it didn't take long for her to discover what was happening. In
practically no time at all the woman had waxed all traces of hair from Charla's body,
and her pussy - now pink and bald - was swollen from the hot wax. Even the crack of her ass was
bare, and what little hair had been left on her head was swiftly waxed off as well. Charla wept the entire time,
while Yasmin stood there smirking.
"Now you have nothing left to cover your
nakedness," Yasmin spat at her. "Soon the only thing covering your body will be the welts from my
lash!"
Yasmin looked at the woman and told her to begin Charla's internal cleansing.
Charla's arms were spread even more painfully, and her ankles were stretched
over her head. The serving woman applied some castor oil to Charla's ass pucker and forced
an enormous nozzle into her rectum. Charla squealed in pain and was gagged for her efforts. Without warning the woman began to pump 3 quarts of warm soapy water into Charla's asshole.
As the water pumped into her back hole, the woman prepped Charla's cunt; lubing it a
bit, she forced a thinner nozzle inside her cunthole. Suddenly Charla's twat was
filling with more warm, soapy water. She sobbed pitifully as her stomach distended from the water in her ass,
while her cunt tingled from the water gushing in there. She was miserable.
Not only was she miserable, but she was humiliated beyond belief.
And, Charla realized, her punishment had barely begun.
After about 15 minutes both the enema and douche bag were empty. The woman quickly plugged both of
her holes to keep the water from spewing out, and Charla groaned in agony behind the
gag. The woman ignored her. Yasmin re-entered the room to supervise the next step and she cruelly pushed down
on Charla's stomach as the shackled woman shrieked her torment.
Yasmin inspected Charla's body and was obviously displeased, though not by the breast
implants or the tattoo on her ass. Yasmin explained that the Islamic
women of her nation did not have a clitoris to be wantonly displayed and used
for pleasure. She went on to tell Charla how her own clitoris had been excised at the age of ten, along with
her outer vaginal lips. She approached Charla with a straight razor and explained that as a
reborn daughter of Islam, Charla must experience the same thing. Charla's eyes bugged out in terror as Yasmin
approached her pussy with the razor. She began hoarsely shrieking as the razor touched her clit, and then
passed out as she felt it graze her snatch.
When Charla finally awoke she found that she was bandaged from the waist down, and her cunt was in
agony. She wept bitterly and wondered how her life could have taken this turn. She still had not been allowed to pass the water from her asshole or cunt, and she
began to writhe and squirm around in agony. Soon Yasmin entered the room and ordered the serving woman to un-bandage Charla's bottom half and to pull the
dildos from her holes.
Charla almost wept with joy when she saw that her cunt lips and clit were still
intact. Yasmin smirked, explaining that Charla had just been taught her first
lesson: that her body no longer belonged to herself, but instead was at the mercy of her masters and mistresses.
She was told that if she was wise, she'd remember this lesson each time she looked at the tiny scar on her cunt.
She was now cunt meat - property - to be done with as her owner's chose.
Charla was unlocked from her arm and leg restraints and positioned over a hole
in the ground, her toilet for the duration of her confinement. She was ordered to
squat and the plugs were removed from her holes. Immediately, the filthy water gushed out
of her, and had she not still been restrained by her neck collar, she would have
lost her balance from the force of the water rushing out of her. She was then brushed with a rough
straw brush all over her body until her skin was pink and glowing, followed
by a long hose-down with freezing water. She stood shivering and weeping as she was led to a gynecological examination table.
Charla was told to lay down on the table and her ankles were placed into the stirrups and
then spread obscenely wide. A man and two women entered the room, a doctor she presumed, with two nurses. Charla was
then restrained, and the examination began. First her breasts were squeezed and manipulated,
whipped with a small rubber hose, and finally attached to two large suction cups. A strange whirring noise
began and Charla gasped as she felt a tremendous pulling on her tits. The
suction, which was very painful, got stronger and stronger as her breasts inflated and filled the
cups. The doctor watched in silence and marked something in his pad.
He then began to examine Charla's cunt and ass. Her holes were dilated with two speculums at the same time, and
then stretched wider than she'd ever been stretched before. Her holes were measured, and
then a thick, sticky liquid was poured into her. The doctor left the room.
Charla shifted uncomfortably on the table as the goo inside of her hardened.
More than a half-hour passed before the doctor and his assistants returned, cruelly
yanking the hardened rods out of her holes. The doctor measured the completed models, and explained that these would be the starting
size dildos for Charla - the dildos that she would sleep in, until her holes were stretched and ready for the next size
dildo. She was also told that the silicon in her tits would be internally stretched, so that her tits would inflate permanently to the size that they were
now after being suctioned.
Two weeks later Charla was returned to Yasmin. Her tits were enormous and stuck out in front of her like
torpedoes, and her nipples had been stretched so that they were permanently rock hard,
nearly two inches in length. Her cunt and ass were stretching quiet nicely, so
much so that if her tormentors so desired they could force an eggplant up her cunt with ease, and several zucchinis up her ass. Charla was not the same woman
now that she had been; she was on her way to being transformed into a perfect obedient cunt.
Yasmin looked at Charla and smiled at her new proportions.
"Charla," she said, "I understand that you've been cursing at your trainers. I
also hear that you have quite the toilet mouth, with all your cursing and
shouting. You gave me a splendid idea, though, and I think that we may have at last
found a perfect use for you . . . your mouth will be a toilet for all that wish to use
it."
Charla gasped in horror. Up until now, her cunt, her ass and tits had been stretched to inhuman
proportions, and she had been given daily enemas and douches. She had been whipped
regularly, humiliated, and degraded almost to the point of dehumanization, but
yet she had always come thru it. She could never have dreamed, however, that she
would be used like this.
Yasmin ordered Charla to be tied down again, with specific instructions to make
sure her long, slender legs were tied off spread open wide. She explained that Charla would be trained to lick any ass that was presented to her. Charla
started to curse, but not as wholeheartedly as she might have done before she
had been transformed. Suddenly she saw her reflection in the mirror, her head covered with fine brownish
fuzz where her once gorgeous hair had been, her ass covered with welts and stuffed with an inflatable butt plug dildo, her cunt bald and oiled,
filled with an eight-inch long, four-inch wide dildo, and her massive tits and elongated nipples. She began to weep
uncontrollably.
"Are you happy now?! Are you happy, you bitch?" she shouted at Yasmin.
Yasmin led a young unwashed boy over to Charla and had him squat over her
mouth. "Breakfast is served, you cunt . . . better eat up", she said, and pushed him
down on the bound woman's mouth. Charla began to gag and sob as the boy's ass crack
covered her face; Yasmin had pushed him so that his asshole was directly over Charla's nose.
"Lap it up, you cunt! Lick and suck his ass - that's all you're
good for!" Yasmin shouted over and over. Charla's face was sticky with her
tears and the sweat from the boy's ass crack. She kept her mouth firmly
shut and refused to lick him, which he reported to Yasmin.
"This is your last chance to tongue fuck his ass, you
little bitch . . . I'm warning you!" shouted Yasmin, as she grabbed a whip from the wall. She attached heavy clips
to Charla's cunt lips and pulled them wide apart, tying them off to either side of
her. She then raised the whip over her head, and told Charla she had one last chance to tongue the boy before she began to whip her cunt.
When Charla still refused to follow Yasmin's order, she began to whip her cunt, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
The whip made a wicked hissing noise as it flew through the air, then perfect silence
followed by a deafening THWACK! as it hit the helpless woman's cunt.
Charla screamed into the boy's ass crack as the whipping continued. Over and over the cruel tip of the whip caught her pussy lips, her thighs, and her clit.
Charla shrieked in agony as the whip cut into her ass crack, and slowly she began to lick the boy. Yasmin
continued to whip Charla's poor abused snatch, however, until the boy confirmed that her tongue was sliding in and out of his asshole at
a pleasing pace.
The next morning Charla's cunt was swollen to about two and a half times its
normal size, and the crack of her ass was criss-crossed with welts. Her breath was
horrible as she hadn't been permitted to wash out her mouth, but instead had been forced to go to sleep
with the taste of the boy's asshole on her tongue.
The doctor came in and examined her, and pronounced her suitable for further
training. Soon after Yasmin walked in with four young black men, ordering them
to drop their pants and squat one by one over Charla's mouth. Charla was too weak to refuse;
she tongued the filthy asses one by one, digging her tongue deep into their
assholes when she was ordered to. When Charla slowed down her pace, or tried to close her mouth, Yasmin used the whip to remind her of her new place. Charla gagged a few times when her tongue would
touch shit and she would sob and beg to be allowed to stop, but Yasmin would grab the cat
o' nine tails and whip the poor girl's cunt some more.
After Yasmin was satisfied with the cleanliness of the four black asses, Charla was raised over a sawhorse with sharpened edges. Her arms,
tied over her head, ached from supporting her weight, but her real torture was
yet to begin. Slowly, Charla was lowered down onto the horse until finally she
was resting on its back, her own body weight forcing the sharpened edge of its
frame to cruelly grind up into her swollen slit. Charla wept in agony as her poor swollen cunt
dug into the sawhorse, but she was too weak to move. Whimpering, she
slowly humped the horse trying to find a more comfortable spot.
After about a month, Yasmin was becoming pleased with Charla's ass licking
progress. Charla was untied several times a day and she would crawl near the
bathroom, begging the members of the house to use her mouth in place of toilet
tissue. If permission was granted Charla was put into her usual position - flat
on her back and spread wide - while the willing participant would sit on her
mouth. Yasmin realized that the final training and degradation of Charla must
begin.
One day Yasmin stopped one of the boys on his way into the bathroom, and had him
bring Charla to her punishment table before he took his usual shit. Charla,
confused by this new twist, said nothing to avoid an additional whipping.
Quickly, Charla was bound and spread, and the boy squatted over her mouth.
Immediately, Charla stuck out her tongue to lap up his crack, when suddenly she saw his little brown hole begin to
stretch and expand. As Charla's eyes opened wide in disgust, a tiny fart
escaped the boy's asshole, blowing warmly right onto her lips.
Charla had no time to react; the boy was squeezing out the hugest shit that
she had ever seen - and it was heading for her face! Suddenly Charla shrieked in
pain as she felt a stinging streak of fire singe her pussy. Yasmin had begun to whip
her, lashing at her tits and cunt, all the while screaming at her, "Blow it, you
cunt! Suck it and lick it as though it was a cock!" She continued slashing the whip
down on Charla's nipples and pussy lips.
Choosing to take the pain over suffering this final
degradation, Charla kept her mouth firmly closed and the turd slowly dropped onto her nose,
falling back to squash on her eyelids and squeeze into the corners of her mouth.
Yasmin explained that Charla's final position in the household was this - a
nasty little shit-eating toilet girl - and that
until she began to suck and tongue the turds that were being shit on her, she would not be given any
food to eat. In fact, the only solid food she would be permitted was the lump of shit on her face, and after
she had sucked it good then she could have her breakfast. As a final indignity, the boy
squatting over Charla's face stood up, grabbed Charla's nose and squeezed it
shut. Then he began pissing on her face. Charla had no choice;
she couldn't breathe. Gasping for air, she opened her mouth and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of hot
stinking piss.
She was broken.
Three months later a hot new kinky sex video surfaced on the European market. It featured a young,
beautiful woman with enormous tits, acting as a human toilet. She would lie on her back sucking, licking, kissing and swallowing the turds that dropped out of the asses of a group of Arabian sheiks. She would kneel in front of them as they used her face as a urinal. The men were shown
eating huge dinners and then using the girl's pretty face as their toilet, while she lapped up every
filthy bit. A final close-up showed a pudgy balding man forcing a turkey drumstick up her
cunt and still another up her ass, then holding her down as he squatted over her and squeezed a fat smelly turd into her
open mouth. A veiled woman stood over her with a whip, beating the girl's cunt and ass and tits until she swallowed every slimy bit.
THE END
Note: this is my first effort at erotica. I've always fantasized about toilet
training and being forced to tongue someone's ass. Let me know what you think of my story!
afreespirited1@excite.com
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