By: SuperBeak
PART 1
“Tower, Peek 2-1, taking off from runway 24.”
Kiyoko was excited, after completing flight training, she was finally assigned her first mission. Nothing too glorious yet, a simple reconnaissance mission on a local militia group. The PMC she worked for had assured her that she would see some glory in the coming conflict, counter insurgency was a constant threat after all.
Her aircraft, a modified HAL Tejas fighter, had been equipped with a number of camera pods.
“Boo…” She thought to herself. She was hoping to at least have some kind of live weapon to defend herself at least should anything go awry.
She slowly pushed the throttle forward, her hands shaking in excitement. The aircraft’s jet engine spinning up into a loud whir, the afterburner kicking on sent vibrations down her spine. Her jet accelerated, the g forces pushing her back into her seat as it tore down the runway.
“No going back now.” She thought to herself as she could feel the bird start to rise off the ground and into the air. She throttled back slightly, disengaging the afterburner.
The aircraft still pitched up, climbing.
Reaching her target altitude of 10,000 feet, she leveled her wings. Now flying straight forward, she engaged the autopilot system. Looking through the glass cockpit at the skies that surrounded her, she was engulfed with an overwhelming feeling.
Freedom.
She was living her dream, soaring the beautiful blue skies, nothing had ever made her happier.
“Peek 2-1, Peek 1-1. You hear me?”
Unfortunately, her feeling of bliss was rudely interrupted by the arrival of her flight lead.
A man by the name of Ren, he was a few years older than her, though it was apparent he had seen some things in his life. She didn’t mind him, though he was a little rough around the edges personality wise.
“Loud and Clear, what’s up?” She responded, she looked over. He had formed up on her right wing.
“Okay, turn bearing 0-5-0, it’ll be a long flight so get comfortable.”
-An hour later-
“Peek 2-1, Peek 1-1, Hey Kiyoko. Look alive, we’re about to fly over the AO.” Red said, looking down at his navigational screen.
“Gotcha, hitting the cameras.” Kiyoko activated the camera pods, the feed coming through on one of the jet’s screens.
“Nothing much…” She thought to herself. From her point of view, it was just a normal desert village. Small homes, markets, pretty much everything you’d expect of a village this far east.
“Hey Ren, are you sure there’s insurgents here?” She said, looking down at her screen once more. “I’m not really seeing anything…”
“Might be, might not be. We’re just doing what we’re paid to—“ Before Ren could finish, a loud warning screamed into his ear. Kiyoko got the same warning. The jet’s automated voice warned them of the impending danger.
“MISSILE, MISSILE” The voice shrieked, followed by a distinct alarm. “MISSILE, MISSILE”
It repeated over and over again.
Ren looked around, multiple smoke trails coming from the ground up.
“Kiyoko, break! Break left!” He yelled, pulling the control stick hard to the right. “I’m going right, break left!”
Kiyoko’s training kicked in, she broke hard left and pitched the aircraft into a dive, trying to dodge the incoming missiles.
“Peek 2, defending… egressing bearing 1-4-8!”
“CHAFF, FLARE, CHAFF, FLARE.” The jet’s automated voice yelled as it punched out anti-missile countermeasures.
“MISSILE, MISSILE.” It wailed again. Kiyoko was defending heavily, pushing her aircraft to the absolute limits of its capabilities.
“MISSILE, MISSILE.”
“Kiyoko! Break right, they’ve got another one on yo– Gah!”
Kiyoko couldn’t believe it, she looked back only to see Ren’s wounded bird burning, plummeting to the ground in a tight spiral. Unfortunately, she wasn’t given the luxury of processing what had just happened to her colleague.
“MISSILE, MISSILE.”
Over and over again, Kiyoko would be subjected to over 9 g’s of force. Pulling the stick hard to the left and right, diving and rolling, to try and defend the incoming missiles.
She had to be on constant alert, her wingman gone, she was alone. A lone bird flying over the territory of hunters.
“MISSILE, MISSILE.” The alarm tone seemingly got louder and louder with every missile fired at her.
As fate would have it, her luck finally ran out.
“Oohhh shi–” she screamed as a missile flew right past her cockpit without exploding.
Another missile came in before she could react, detonating on her right wing.
The entire aircraft shuddered, fighting the stick for control, Kiyoko looked over to her right, praying that the wing was intact.
It wasn’t.
Her jet’s right wing was disintegrating into pieces as her aircraft began to roll uncontrollably.
“WARNING, HYDRAULIC FAILURE. WARNING, STABILITY SYSTEM FAILURE. EJECT. EJECT. EJECT.” The jet’s voice screamed over and over.
Out of luck and out of options, Kiyoko frantically pulled the ejection seat handle.
Her vision went white, unable to handle the stress of the ejection, she blacked out.
“Wha..Huh?!” She woke up to getting splashed in the face with water. Looking around, she was in a small, dimly lit room.
She quickly found that she couldn’t move, a rope tightly coiled around her, binding her arms to her torso. Handcuffs connecting her ankles to the chair she was tied to. The extreme humidity only added to her discomfort, the flight suit clinging to her skin with every wriggle she made.
“Fufufu~She’s waking up.“
Her mind and vision starting to clear up from her daze, Kiyoko saw that in front of her were three women. They were tall with tan skin, wearing skimpy workout clothing, and very in shape.
She could see that while they weren’t wearing much, they were heavily armed. But one thing stood out amongst the features…
That terrible smell.
A mix of body odor and…only God knows what, the smell was thick, making the atmosphere in the room feel heavy.
One of them grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up.
She was attractive for sure. Kiyoko blushing slightly as her eyes met those of her captor.
“So… you awake?” She said, her voice stern and demanding.
“Y…yes..” Kiyoko trembling slightly.
“Good.”
Her captor let go of her chin, letting Kiyoko relax her head and neck.
“Can you answer questions?”
Kiyoko nodded.
“Good, answer truthfully and we won’t hurt you… yet.”
Kiyoko was concerned about the “yet.”
“Now…” The woman put her hand on her hip. “Who do you work for?”
“As— Astaroth Airborne Security…” Kiyoko said quietly.
“Interesting…” The woman said, her tone growing concerned.
“What was your mission?”
“It…it was just recon… all we did was take photos.” Kiyoko squeaked out fearfully.
“Ohhh… sweetie… didn’t I say to be truthful?”
Kiyoko grew increasingly nervous and confused.
“I… I’m not lying!”
“That’s strike two. We know you were going to bomb us…” The woman nodded at one of the others.
She walked over to the corner, uncovering what appeared to be the guide fins on a bomb.
“We recovered this from the first jet we shot down… you wouldn’t have these if you only wanted pictures.” The woman grabbed Kiyoko’s chin and squeezed it. “I’ll give you one last chance… what… was… your… mission?”
“I’m telling you the truth! That must’ve been on… on my wingman’s jet!” Kiyoko looked around in a panic. “My jet didn’t have any weapons!”
The woman only shook her head. “Tsk, tsk, sweetie… I did warn you…” She motioned toward one of the other women in the room. “Put her mask back on.”
“Wait! If you captured me then you must have found the other guy by now!” Kiyoko blurted out in a panic.
“Well… about that…” The woman shook her head again. “We couldn’t find them… so it looks like you’re on your own sweetie.”
Before Kiyoko could protest further, one of the women took their panties off… Slowly, she walked towards her.
Fearful and confused, she couldn’t help but ask.
“Wh…what are you— Mmph!?!”
It wasn’t until after the panties had been shoved deep inside her mouth that she realized speaking was a mistake. She gagged uncontrollably, her body rejecting the awful taste in her mouth. The taste itself was revolting, like crusted sweat and… Kiyoko would rather not think about what else.
The woman chuckled. “If you think that’s bad… just wait.”
Too busy dealing with the obvious in her mouth, she couldn’t prepare herself for what came next.
One of the other women had forcefully fitted her flight mask to her face, holding it down to form as airtight of a seal as possible. Instantly, the bad smell intensified to ungodly levels. Kiyoko now gagged with every single breath, the smell, the taste, all of it too much to handle for her poor nervous system. Looking up, she spotted why the smell had intensified so greatly.
“Is that…” She thought to herself.
The long breathing tube of her flight mask wasn’t connected to an oxygen supply. Following the length of the tube, she was even more horrified by what she saw.
The end of the tube was firmly wedged in between the woman’s ass cheeks.
“Aww… can’t handle a little smell?” The woman said, petting Kiyoko’s head. “Then I can assure you, you can’t handle this either~”
“Hrrrngg-”
“What is she… oh… oh God no…”
A loud, bassy fart echoed through the tube, Kiyoko trying to wriggle her head but to no avail. The fart traveled through the tube forcing its way into her poor, now burning nostrils.
“MMMphmmm!” Kiyoko could feel tears running down her cheeks as she was nasally and orally assaulted.
“Pprrrrpptt!” Another fart echoed throughout the tube, another and another… Fart after fart, Kiyoko was forced to inhale.
It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes but for her, seconds felt like days at a time.
With each butt blast, she struggled more and more, just trying to get the smallest break in the mask's seal on her face.
The other women in the room laughed, enjoying the pain Kiyoko was going through.
With one last “Bbbpprraaapptt!” the woman pulled the tube from in between her bare ass cheeks, revealed her very much soiled donut.
“Alright girls… who’s next?”
For the next few hours, Kiyoko was in a fart-fueled daze. The crusty panties in her mouth had gone almost completely soggy, each wriggle or facial movement sent another flurry of juices into her mouth, which she would unfortunately spit back up in her uncontrollable gagging. She would be forced to taste it over and over again, never getting used to it. Sweat, fart juice, and saliva had also begun to pool under her chin at the bottom of her flight mask. Briefly leaking out and running down her neck, only adding to her discomfort.
“Prrbbbbraaap!” Fart after fart, whenever one girl ran out of gas another took her place. Kiyoko sincerely wished that the purity of the gas would knock her out, but she would be awarded no such mercy. Being wide awake for every last butt blast pumped straight from their intestines to her mask.
The main captor, who had been asking her questions earlier, grabbed her by the hair and forced her head up. “So… you had enough yet?”
Another woman slowly removed Kiyoko’s flight mask, an audible hiss followed by the pooled concoction leaking out as the seal was broken.
With the last of whatever might she could muster, Kiyoko finally gagged hard enough for the panties to dislodge and fall out of her mouth. The soggy fabric hitting the concrete floor with a loud “plap!”
“Y…I— Pl..please… no… more…”
Her captor let her head go, petting the top of it.
“Well… before we give you a rest… we’ve got one last job for you…”
Kiyoko shivered, “What else could they possibly do to me?” She thought to herself.
“What… what is it?” She said, worryingly.
“Bring in Zahra.” Her captor motioned towards another woman.
A few minutes later…
Kiyoko looked up to the sound of the door opening, she could see yet another woman walk through the door. She was beautiful. Her face had very model-like features, with hazelnut eyes and perky red lips. Her hair, long and black, going down to her thick, luscious hips. Her body was even more perfect, around her neck she wore a choker with a heart in the middle, breasts that were seemingly perfect in size, not small but not obnoxiously big, and a six-pack of abs to boot.
All perfectly accented by her smooth, tan skin.
She wasn’t wearing much in terms of clothing either, a woodland camouflage sports bra and a black thong…
“He—hello,” she nervously squeaked. “Commander told me that you could help me with my… condition.”
“Condition? What condition?” Kiyoko thought.
The commander walked over, petting Kiyoko’s head once more. “You see sweetie… Zahra here has a condition where she gets quite constipated…”
“Oh… oh god… please no… don’t tell me this is going where I think this is going…” Kiyoko’s mind raced, pondering what torture this assignment might possibly bring.
“Well… before I tell you how to treat her problem… let’s get you saddled up.” Kiyoko heard the clinking of a metal belt buckle. Looking around, around her head was what looked to be a smother harness. Fearfully, she looked forward.
Zahra had moved the back of her thong to the side, revealing yet another soiled and unwashed butthole. Slowly, she descended upon Kiyoko’s face…
“W—wait! Wait! I—I’ll do anything! Ask me another question! Any-anything but this! I—Mmph! MMm!! Grrk!“
It was too late, Kiyoko’s face was forced deep within Zahra’s sweaty, unwashed rear end. Her mouth was forced wide open and formed an airtight seal around Zahra’s pucker. The clinking of belt buckles signified that her fate was sealed.
“Looks like you’re all hooked up!” The commander said, chuckling. She looked into Kiyoko’s fear filled eyes. “You see sweetie… Zahra here gets constipated quite often… and when she does, there’s only one thing that seems to help clear it all up…”
“No, no, no, no no no! Please don’t be what I thin—“ Before Kiyoko could finish her thought, the commander had uttered the one word she didn’t want to hear.
“Tongue.”
Kiyoko shuddered, out of all the humiliating, degrading, and disgusting things they could make her do, this was it. The last thing that would have ever crossed her mind in life was licking another girls soiled donut.
“Okay sweetie, you have your new assignment now~ Do a good job in the next 10 minutes or so and we might be able to take you out of that smother harness before Zahra here shits… sound good?”
Kiyoko nodded, as much as the smother harness would allow.
“Ple—please lick!!” Zahra said, rubbing a hand on her belly.
Kiyoko nervously gave the butthole in her mouth a small drag with her tongue. “HMMkkh! Grrk! Gak!”
Instantly, the disgusting sweaty taste of Zahra’s unwashed and unwiped asshole sent Kiyoko’s body into a raging fit of coughing and gagging.
But, in an effort to not have her mouth and tastebuds violated by the woman she was tied to’s bowel movement, she soldiered on. Slowly licking around the hole itself, she could feel on her tongue as the dried up flakes and little clumps became greasy as her warm, wet saliva melted them down. Kiyoko fighting with all her might to not throw up as she felt the greasiness slide down her tongue and into the back of her throat.
“Ohh~!” Zahra moaned as the dirtiest part of her was thoroughly licked clean. Each drag of the tongue sending a wave of pleasure up her spine.
“More!” She said, grabbing the back of Kiyoko’s head and forcing her face deeper. “Get… get your deep in there, please!”
Kiyoko could only scoff as the word “please” echoed in her head. “As if I have much of a choice.”
Begrudgingly, Kiyoko pushed her tongue into Zahra’s pucker. Kiyoko was in hell, if the taste was bad before, this was ten times worse. Never in a million years did she think that one day, she’d findout what the insides of a person tasted like… and it wasn’t pleasant.
Zahra however, wasn’t sharing in Kiyoko’s suffering. In fact, she couldn’t feel any better!
When that tongue entered her most vile part, it was as if life itself took a screenshot of pure pleasure. A shockwave of satisfaction pulsed throughout her entire body. The depravity of the act being performed on her, as well as the immense pleasure, turned her on so much.
“By the will of the Gods, yes!” She thought to herself. Slowly, she began to feel the pressure in her gut begin to relieve itself. A loud, wet fart, echoing into Kiyoko’s mouth. “Pssshhhbbbbrrrrlllttt! Splurt!”
Kiyoko gagged as the wet butt juice forced itself into her mouth, the airtight seal her mouth had formed around Zahra’s pucker meant that there was only one place for that wet, thick gas to go.
Kiyoko was forced to swallow.
“Ha! It seems like you’re rather good at this, sweetie.” The commander said, running a finger softly up the back of Kiyoko’s neck, causing her to shudder. “It’s only been five minutes… I’ve never seen anyone get Zahra to go that quickly. You either really love unwashed asshole or you must really not want Zahra to defile your mouth…”
Kiyoko felt the belts begin to loosen, her mind starting to fill with thoughts of relief. “At long last, this torture might end.” She thought.
Unfortunately, that feeling of relief would be shortlived as she felt the belts tighten more.
“No!” Zahra exclaimed, tightening the straps herself. “I want her to take it all!”
“Well, looks like plans have changed… sorry sweetie.” She said, backing away.
“Wha—what! But…but I—“ Kiyoko wouldn’t have the luxury of protesting as she felt Zahra’s pucker start to open. “No! No! NO!” She thought, as her mouth was forced open just a little more.
Struggling, she felt another hand push her more into Zahra’s ass and another hand forcing her chin to stay put.
“What… what did I do to deserve this…?” She thought as an uncontrollable wave of tears began to run down her cheeks. “All I wanted to do was fly…”
Like a cork being popped off of a wine bottle, the flood gates opened. A small chunk of shit popped out of Zahra’s tight pucker, followed by an absolute slurry of liquid waste.
“-squelching- MMHBL! GRRK! BLK! -splatter-“
Kiyoko’s eyes went wide open as her mouth was instantly filled with the most disgusting thing she thought was humanly possible. Forcefully swallowing mouthful after mouthful as it continued flooding out of Zahra’s insides.
Zahra however, was too busy getting herself off to care about the horrible act she was forcing this girl under her to do.
After an unknown amount of time… the flood finally subsided, Kiyoko managing to capture the smallest breath of tainted air as she gulped down the last mouthful.
“Please… please be over…” She thought.
She felt Zahra’s pucker flex again.
“Oh god… how is she still going?”
This time, she felt the tip of a long, squishy snake start to slither its way into her mouth.
“Blk! Grrk! Hukk!” She choked and choked as it forcefully entered her throat, not even giving her the chance to break it apart. At least seven or eight inches long, the disgusting brown snake slowly exited Zahra’s body.
Like life was moving in slow motion, Kiyoko could taste every single inch of that turd. Feeling every little ridge, every little protruding chunk, and every stuck, undigested piece of “food” that comprised the human waste that was taking up all the space in her gullet. She could hear the clattering of camera shutters and laughter in the background as they all watched her throat push the long log down.
Zahra shuddered, climaxing as the pleasure became too much for her body to bare. Her juices splattering onto her hand and Kiyoko’s chin, slowly dribbling down.
Unable to process all the trauma at once, Kiyoko finally felt herself start to slip unconscious. Her stiff neck and struggling going limp as she faded away into the land of dreams.
“Is she…?” One of the women in the room asked.
“No, she’s still breathing. I can feel it on my butt.”
Zahra said, wiggling her ass a little bit.
“Good… because there’s plenty more for her when she wakes up.”
PART 2
“Wakey, Wakey~”
Kiyoko was rudely awoken yet again. Though this was now par for the course of her life now. Today would mark week three of being captured by the “Warriors Of Adahnistan.” Her daily routine was less than desirable, consisting of; waking up, cleaning the floors of the prison cell she was being held in, eating a meal that had been heavily farted on, and then going to sleep only to rinse and repeat the cycle over again. Luckily, they hadn’t tortured her like they did her first day.
Though today, a chill would go down her spine as she awoke to Isla and Zahra standing over her, with a few other women standing not far behind.
Isla, she had learned, was the commander of this group. Her figure was amazing, fit and muscular, with lovely milk chocolate toned skin, her arms were covered in tattoos with a number of hash marks on her shoulder. Though she kept her hair hidden under a hijab most of the time, it was long, soft, and a thick, luscious black. She was definitely beautiful, but very cruel. She very much wanted to be the ruler of Adahnistan and was willing to torture anyone in her way.
“Are you enjoying your stay, sweetie?” She said, softly scritching a finger under Kiyoko’s chin.
“Y-yes…” Kiyoko agreed begrudgingly, fearing that saying no would entice further torture.
“Good to hear~” Isla said, pulling out a collar and leash. “Turn around…”
She fitted the collar around Kiyoko’s neck, slowly caressing Kiyoko’s naked body as she did so.
A tingle ran up Kiyoko’s spine as Isla softly ran a finger from the back of her head, down to right at the base of her spine.
She shuddered, as she felt a cold, lubed up, buttplug slowly being pushed into against her pucker. Kiyoko bit her lip, whimpering softly. She knew better now than to yelp, knowing full well that it would only get worse for her in doing so.
“Mmm~ Good girl.” Isla said, headpatting Kiyoko. “Come now, we have some fun in store for today.”
Kiyoko did as she was ordered, both to prevent them from tugging on the leash and to prevent herself from angering them. Kiyoko knew they could easily overpower her if she tried to get away, escape attempts were entirely futile.
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As they walked, Kiyoko could see the other women at the facility snickering. “This can’t be good…” She thought to herself. Though she used this rare opportunity to get a good look at her surroundings, it was what looked to be an old hospital converted prison. Very old and dilapidated, the teal floor tiles had cracked and the caulking between them had almost all decayed away to time. Looking out the window as she passed, she could see that she was being held in a decently large town. People walking up and down the streets, market stands with sellers trying to get the attention of anyone passing by.
“Could… Could I try to call for help?” She shook her head. “No, no… that’s stupid. This entire town probably sympathizes with these people…”
“Here we are~” Isla said, tugging slightly at Kiyoko’s leash. Looking forward, they had brought her to what appeared to be a woman’s bathroom door.
Slowly, they opened the door, pulling her in by the leash. Kiyoko, having been tortured with farts and even being forcefully fed fecal matter a few weeks before, was understandably hesitant to enter a bathroom with the same women.
Entering in, she was met with a… somewhat pleasant surprise. The room was fairly well lit and taken care of. Right as you’d enter, it had a shower stall, a sink and a very big mirror. It was clean, unlike what she had pictured in her mind, the smell wasn’t bad…it was actually quite pleasant. Looking at the counter, she could see cinnamon scented candles burning away, their flames peacefully flickering around as the wax melted around them.
Kiyoko was still on edge however, her paranoia would soon be proven right. Near the back corner of the bathroom, she could see a squat toilet that had two metal railings and a cushion placed right behind it.
“Oh… no…” She thought to herself.
“Here is your assignment for today, sweetie~” Isla said, with a worryingly devious tone of voice.
Pulling her over, they pushed her to her knees on the cushion, buckling her ankles into a padded set of stalks and handcuffing both her hands to one railing each.
“Now… You’re smart… I’m sure you can figure out your job on your own… however…” Isla chuckled mischievously. “Zahra, Ashaki, come here… Let’s give her a little demonstration.”
Isla walked up behind the girl named Ashaki, pushing her down softly by her shoulders to her knees. “So… you’re going to be right here... waiting…” She said, caressing a hand right under Ashaki’s chin. “Any one of the women in this facility will have to use the bathroom at some point…-motioning for Zahra- and when they do…” Zahra swayed her hips as she walked, turning around so her ass was facing Ashaki, she removed her panties as she squatted down.
Looking over at Kiyoko, Zahra gave her a wink, before standing back up, using her hands to spread her cheeks before Ashaki’s face. Isla continued speaking. “And once they’ve finished their business…”
Ashaki closed her eyes, leaning in.
As she leaned in, she took a sniff, coughing, gagging and backing away. “HACK! HURK! Christ, Zahra… you ever wash your ass?”
Zahra giggled, still spreading her cheeks. “No~, That’s what tongues are for silly… now lick.”
Ashaki shook her head. “Hell no, I’m no– MMPH!”
Isla grabbed the back of Ashaki’s head and jaw, forcing it open as she pushed her head into Zahra’s filthy, slimy, and unwashed ass crack. “Now, now, Ashaki~ We can’t have you giving a bad example for our cute little Kiyoko here… give Zahra a good cleaning…”
Despite her protests, Isla kept Ashaki’s head firmly wedged in between Zahra’s cheeks.
“Oooh~, She’s licking now.” Zahra said, moaning.
“HURK! ACK!” With each lick, Ashaki choked and gagged.
“Oh! I almost forgot.” Keeping one hand on Ashaki’s head, Isla looked over at Kiyoko. Pulling out a remote, she hit a button with her thumb.
A shockwave was sent up Kiyoko’s spine, as the buttplug lodged in her anus had begun to vibrate and pulse gentle shockwaves of electricity. The pleasure sending shudders up her spine.
“Oh~!” She moaned loudly. Kiyoko was embarrassed, she had never made such lewd noises before.
Isla chuckled. “Aww~ Does it feel good, sweetie? It’s one of our new toys, once it detects you’re getting close, it’ll shut off unless a button is pushed.” She said, pointing to a button on the wall near the stall, just out of reach for Kiyoko to hit.
“You see, you’ll be edged over and over, even when licking one of my girls… if you do a good job, they might be inclined to hit that button for you.”
Finally, Isla let go of Ashaki’s head, she ran to the sink, throwing up in it. “BRKK!! HACK!! Oh… oh god that… that was disgusting…”
Zahra patted the back of Ashaki’s head. “Oh come on, Ash~ It wasn’t that bad…”
Isla laughed, walking over in front of Kiyoko, she spread her cheeks. “Now that we’ve given you a… ehehe~... thorough demonstration, let’s see if you follow~”
To Kiyoko’s surprise, Isla’s butthole was clean. “Come on, sweetie~ I don’t need a full cleaning, just give me one nice, slow, drag of the tongue.”
Obeying, Kiyoko leaned in, pushing her tongue out, she started at the base of Isla’s gooch, slowly and sensually running her tongue up until her mouth centered on her butthole.
Before she could get past it, Isla reached back and grabbed her head, holding her in place.
Reaching over, Isla hit the button.
Instantly, the buttplug in her ass went berserk. It sent a monumental earthquake of pleasure through her body, unable to contain herself, she came hard.
“PFFFRRT!”
Isla let out a short but deadly fart into Kiyoko’s mouth, forcing her cheeks to puff out. Kiyoko swallowed, knowing full well she’d be held until she did.
“Aww~ You swallowed it without me telling you… such a good girl.”
Isla let go of Kiyoko’s head, running her hand through her hair, much like you would a pet.
“Oh! One last thing…if my girls tell me you do a good job, you’ll get a very special reward~ and vice versa, do a bad job and we’ll punish you~” She gave Kiyoko one last boop on her nose before walking away.
“Have fun, sweetie~” Isla said, as she, Zahra, and the other women left the bathroom.
Leaving Kiyoko alone, she did her best to take her mind off of the buzzing vibrator.
“Reward? Punishment? What could those be?” She thought to herself. Unfortunately for her, despite Isla’s kind words, the reward and punishment were one in the same.
It wouldn’t be long before the first woman walked into the room.
Kiyoko watched her as she walked in and squatted not above the toilet, but above her. She was short, seemingly shy. Her voice was gentle and soft spoken.
“I… I don’t need to go… I just— need some relief. I promise it’s clean…”
Spreading her cheeks, Kiyoko could see yet another clean ass before her.
Leaning in, Kiyoko gave her a little sniff. She smelled pleasant, like an autumn breeze.
“Wait… why am I sniffing?” Kiyoko thought.
Kiyoko leaned in further, digging her tongue into the woman’s pucker.
“Mmm~” She moaned.
Luckily for Kiyoko, it didn’t take long for this girl to get off. After a few minutes, Kiyoko could feel her shudder. Moaning, she came softly.
After panting for a second, she slowly rose up off of Kiyoko’s face. The shy girl took out a can of soda, cracked it open and placed a straw in it and held it up to Kiyoko’s mouth.
Kiyoko gratefully accepted the fizzy liquid, slowly wrapping her lips around the straw, she took mouthful after mouthful, gulping down the drink. .
“Th–thank you… I uhhh.. Err… just needed to get off…I-I hope the others are nice to you!”
Before Kiyoko could respond, the girl ran off.
A little while later, another girl entered the bathroom. Kiyoko observed her as she came in.
This girl was a mechanic of some sort, wearing coveralls which appeared to have grease stains on them. She had short, brown, curly hair and blue eyes.
Turning around before Kiyoko, her coveralls had a buttflap. “Convenient…I guess? Kiyoko thought to herself.
Unbuttoning the butt flap, this woman also did not defecate but squatted over Kiyoko’s face. Unlike the last girl, this one wasn’t clean, not particularly dirty but a waft of sweat from a hard day's work washed over Kiyoko’s face as the woman got lower. She could see a large amount of sweat beading up and dripping down the woman’s bare ass cheeks.
“Ey’ I’ve been workin’ all day and need a sweat rag… lick.”
Digging her tongue right in, Kiyoko winced. The taste was sour, bitter even… with an overwhelming saltiness as Kiyoko could taste entirely, how this woman’s day was going.
She gave the woman’s crack a long drag from bottom to top, Kiyoko swallowing an insane amount of sweat with each drag as her tongue collected each pocket and bead that had collected.
“Huh…the hell’s this?” The woman said, looking at the button on the wall. “Fuck it… only one way to find out.”
She pushed the button.
“MMPH~!” Kiyoko moaned loudly as the buttplug went berserk once again.
“Eh? What’s wrong, sweat wra– Oh! Oh~” The woman burst into a fit of laughter, having realized what the button did. “Oh this is precious, a cute girl like ya’self being made to come to the taste of my sweaty shithole?”
She grabbed the back of Kiyoko’s head, firmly holding her in place. “Go on then, get your fill, cutie~”
Kiyoko could feel her cheeks going red, the embarrassment was too much for her to handle.
The fact that this was starting to actually turn her on, not just because of the buttplug began to worry her.
“Good sweat rag… I’ll definitely be back later…”
Getting up, the woman abruptly left, though another woman would come bursting in only a few seconds later. Kiyoko was startled as the woman had practically kicked the door open, running in, she threw her pants and underwear off, squatting over the toilet in front of Kiyoko.
“Th-this is going to be a bad one, I’m s-sorry!”
The woman grunted as a torrent of brown waste flooded out of her and into the toilet.
“PSSHHHHHHHHHBRRRRRRRRTTT! Oh~ Ahhh~” The woman sighed, before going stiff again. “Oh god! PBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAASSHSHHHHP!”
Without even so much as a second to spare, the pleasant cinnamon scent of the candles was completely overpowered by this woman’s violent bowel movement. Kiyoko couldn’t even begin to describe the smell, it was a mixture of sulfur and rotting organic matter… liquified into a number of thick, almost black logs and soup pouring out of this woman’s guts.
“Oh god… is it ov– Oh NO! BRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP! SPLAT!” With one final push and quite a large splatter, the last of the intestinal nuclear waste was expunged into the squatting toilet.
“Please don’t…” Kiyoko thought to herself. “There’s toilet paper right there… please use that…”
To Kiyoko’s dismay, that would not be the case. The woman flushed and stood up, spreading her cheeks right in front of Kiyoko’s mouth.
Rather hesitantly, Kiyoko begrudgingly began licking.
“HURK! GACK!”
Her body instantly rejected tasting the remnants of the dark liquid. “-gurgle-”
“Oh no…” The woman grabbed her stomach with one hand, using the other to brace herself against the wall… unfortunately, she hit the vibrator button in doing so.
“PBBBRRRRRRT! -splat-”
As the buttplug once again went to town on Kiyoko’s poor G-spot, the woman let out a wet shart into Kiyoko’s open mouth. “GRRKK!! MMMHPH!!” Kiyoko struggled as the gas and the last few specs of the toxic waste splattered into her mouth as the vibrations overwhelmed her once again, sending her over the edge.
“Oh god! Oh god! I-I came to this woman sharting in my mouth” Kiyoko thought, struggling as she continued to force her tongue against the soiled pucker in front of her. “I…I’ll never be able to love after this…”
A few tears ran down her cheeks as she finished up cleaning the woman’s filthy hole. Getting up, the woman rather apologetically looked Kiyoko up and down.
“I’m… I’m sorry again…” She said, leaving the bathroom.
The next few hours would pass by rather uneventfully for Kiyoko. A number of women came and went, some defecating, some not. All of them, however, used her tongue. Despite her hoping that she’d become desensitized to the taste of dirty asshole… she would never be granted such mercy. Each experience being as terrible as the last, though none of them would top what had happened a few hours prior…or so she thought.
As the day came to a close, Kiyoko watched the sunset through the bathroom windows. Despite everything that had happened so far, she still very much missed the sky. She looked at the moon, its light glowing brightly.
“One day… I hope… I hope I’ll be able to fly again…”
She felt a deep sadness brewing within her heart, thinking back on what had happened. She had reached her dream in an attainable way. Even if it had been only a few hours, for that short amount of time, she was soaring above the clouds. Flying amongst the birds in a metal bird of her own… she was free. But that time had ended far too soon, she was now in her current predicament, grounded, at first forced to consume the waste of a girl she’d never met and now chained to a toilet, forced to orgasm as she licked the rears of numerous women.
Tragically, her time to reflect and try to cope would be cut short by the arrival of Isla, Zahra, and a small number of other women.
Suspiciously, Isla was rather cheerful. “How is my little sweetie doing?” She chirped, patting Kiyoko’s head.
“So… I’ve heard quite a few pleasant things about you, sweetie~ Which means you get your reward!”
Isla brought out what appeared to be a funnel gag. Too broken to protest, Kiyoko didn’t even struggle as the device was fitted around her face, forcing her mouth open around a tube.
“Reward… what reward could this be?” She thought to herself.
Looking around, Kiyoko could feel the fear building up at what she saw.
Isla, Zahra, and each of the women that were with them had an IV pole next to them with a drip bag. Paying closer attention, the drip bags had tubes running down, which weren’t connecting to any of the women’s arms… the tubes were going up each of their assholes.
Zahra chuckled, noticing the fear in Kiyoko’s eyes. “Hi~ Did you miss me?” She said, laughing sadistically. “Don’t worry Kiyo~ You’ll taste me again very soon~”
She wiggled her butt in front of Kiyoko’s face, Kiyoko horrified as she watched the liquid draining out of the drip bag and into the wasteland that was Zahra’s gut.
“I–I think I’m ready!” One of the women said, urgently rushing to the front of the line.
“First taker? Be my guest~” Isla said, stepping aside.
Kiyoko’s eyes went wide as the woman positioned her asshole right above the funnel.
With a loud grunt, the foul liquid rain had begun. “SPLORT! PPBBLLLRRT!”
“GRK! ACK! GULK!” Kiyoko’s world had instantly become yet another level of hell. As her sense of taste became completely overwhelmed by a rancid slime, runny like water but somehow thick like oil. The taste, so ungodly that it was hard to believe a human could produce something so disgusting.
The slime wasn’t entirely fluid either, broken up bits of feces, unprocessed bits of food, and god knows whatever else, comprised the vile liquid that Kiyoko was now ingesting.
Coughing and gagging uncontrollably, she wouldn’t receive a break for quite some time, as woman after woman emptied their enema filled bowels into Kiyoko’s unwilling mouth.
Desperately fighting for air as she was forced to gulp down each and every bowel movement. “GULK! GRKK!”
“Oh~! Commander~ The button!”
An aura of sadistic laughter filled the room as Isla taped down the button with a strip of duct tape. If the buttplug was going berserk before, it was going like an absolute bat out of hell now.
Unable to stop it, she orgasmed hard, moaning as she coughed on the liquid waste flooding her gullet.
“MmmPhMMMHPHM~!”
“Look at this dirty girl!” One said.
“What an absolute degenerate.” Said another.
“I can’t believe it! She’s actually cumming over and over to the taste of our shit!”
Hearing this, Kiyoko wanted nothing more than to stop existing at this moment. The shame, the embarrassment, it all came flooding over her like a tsunami of emotions… Worse still… she could feel that her womanhood was getting wetter and wetter… despite her mind's protests, her body was truly corrupted.
“Aww~ looks like she’s having trouble breathing… let me help with that…”
One of the women grabbed two IV tubes, shoving one end of them in her soiled pucker, the other ends?
Right into each of Kiyoko’s poor nostrils.
“PBBBRRRRRRT!”
“MMMMPH!”
Just when Kiyoko didn’t think that her torture could get any worse, the concentrated, thick gas, multiplied her torment exponentially. Because now she had no fresh air whatsoever, the only thing keeping her alive was the built up gas inside of yet another woman’s rectum.
“Please… stop…” Kiyoko thought.
Helplessly pleading into her gag, with only incoherent whimpering, the women laughed even more.
“She’s so cute… I love it.”
“HACK! GULK!”
“Oh~ Degrading a cute girl like this is such a turn on.”
“You think she might be beginning to like this?”
“PBRRRRRAAAAAPP!” Another wet fart, at its purist, entered her nostrils.
“She’s so precious, I just want to ruin her so bad.”
Looking up again, Kiyoko could see both Zahra and Isla standing in front of her. Their maniacal laughter ringing in her ears, drowning out the degrading speech of the other women.
Zahra grabbed the funnel, removing it from the gag and connecting a tube in its place. Isla, moving quickly, stuffed a vibrator into Kiyoko’s womanhood, setting it to its max setting.
“mmmmMMMMPH!!” She protested.
“Hey there, darling~” Zahra said, turning around giving her own ass a slap. “We saved the best for last, didn’t we commander?”
“I hope you’re ready for the finale, my sweet little Kiyoko!” Isla said, really rubbing her hand into Kiyoko’s hair.
Zahra and Isla were now standing right in front of Kiyoko, far apart enough that everyone could see Kiyoko’s fear filled expression.
The tube now connected to her gag formed a Y-shape, the singular end was connected directly to her mouth… the Y-shaped end separated and at each end was a cup-like object… one of which was fastened directly to Isla’s butthole, the other, around Zahra’s.
The two squatted down ever so slightly, one hand on each other’s ass cheek, rubbing ever so gently.
“You ready, Sweetie?” Isla asked.
“I think she is… look at the fear in her eyes…” Zahra replied.
She was right, with every last bit of muscle strength she had, Kiyoko was writhing around. Trying to fight her restraints with any willpower she could muster up.
“Please…please!! I don’t want this!” Her eyes screamed, both Isla and Zahra were only spurred on by the sight.
Zahra waved towards the woman with the nostril tubes.
“Give her a good one for us! Give us a countdown!”
“Three!”
Kiyoko kept fighting, trying to at least get one of her arms free.
“Two!”
Violently, she shook her head, trying something, anything, to shake off that tube or maybe dislodge it from their putrid puckers. But alas, all of her struggle was in vain.
“One!”
Upon hearing this, Kiyoko’s body froze. As if it were clockwork, the two vibrators penetrating her had gotten her right to the edge yet again, the pleasure building up like a damn about to explode.
To Kiyoko, time was moving in slow motion. She could hear every clap of the ass cheeks as the woman with the nostril tubes ripped her worst one yet.
“PPPPPBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP!”
The gas, traveling through the tubes, like a swat team raiding a house, forced its way into her nostrils violently.
Simultaneously, she could feel Isla and Zahra shudder as the floodgates of their guts opened. The tube filling up as a tropical cyclone of slimy, liquidy shit, rushed her mouth. Her taste buds reeling in pain, each screaming individually at the monster concoction of Zahra and Isla’s guts combined.
And the cherry on top of the shit sunday… she came.
The dam of pleasure finally burst within her, as a massive shockwave of pleasure ran through every fiber in her body.
Unable to handle the sensory overload, she passed out, gargling in the filth as she did so.
“Awww… she passed out~” Zahra said, slightly disappointed.
“Don’t worry Zahra… you’ll get to have plenty more fun with her.”
The next day, Kiyoko awoke naturally. For the first time in who knows how long, her sleep hadn’t been rudely interrupted. Something was off however…
“Th—These aren’t the prison blankets…?”
Licking around in her own mouth, she couldn’t taste any remnants of the shit from the night before.
“My mouth was… brushed?”
She gave herself a sniff, she smelled like lavender.
“I’ve been… I’ve been bathed?”
Pleasantly surprised, Kiyoko almost teared up. It was the cleanest she’d felt in weeks.
“Could it have been a terrible dre—“
Before Kiyoko could finish her sentence, she felt a hand rubbing at her clit.
“Morning, darling~”
Startled, Kiyoko turned around. It was Zahra, she was in a bed with Zahra.
Too fearful of what might happen if she tried to get away, she sunk into Zahra’s lewd embrace, moaning slightly as Zahra’s fingers masterfully played with her womanhood.
“Oh~”
Zahra giggled. “Did you enjoy last night~? You were a mess… Don’t worry, I cleaned you up real good.”
Kiyoko could feel a tear running down her face as she laid there. “P-please…”
“Hmm?”
“Please… never… do that… again…”
Kiyoko said, shivering fearfully as memories of last night flashed in her mind.
“Awww~ Tell you what, I have a deal for you.” Zahra said, chuckling.
“What…what’s the deal?”
“You see, Kiyo, I’m pretty close to the commander if you couldn’t already tell… You willingly become mine…
and I’ll see to it that you never go through another enema party~ Sound good?”
“Become…yours?” Kiyoko asked, still shivering.
“Exactly as it sounds~” Zahra said, gently, she ran one of her hands up from Kiyoko’s woman hood, cupping her perky breast and fondling the nipple. Doing her best to please Kiyoko. “You become mine… my girl… my toilet… you belong to me…”
Kiyoko teared up again, as much as she didn’t want to be anyone’s personal plaything, she never wanted to experience another “enema party.”
“I…I’d like that…I’m…I’m yours…”
“I knew you’d agree…” Zahra said, slowly, she stood up on the bed, standing over Kiyoko. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what to do…”
Kiyoko willingly positioned herself facing up, opening her mouth.
“Good girl~”
Zahra slowly sat down. The smell was still just as awful, Kiyoko could see that Zahra still had yet to clean her butthole. With it perfectly positioned over her mouth, Kiyoko started to passionately make love to it.
She gave it long, slow kisses… using her tongue to caress each little fold on Zahra’s pucker. She gagged softly with every lick, as she consumed little speckles of shit that had long since dried up.
Kiyoko could feel herself getting wet again. “Wait… but…but there’s no toys…?”
“My, my, Kiyoko~ Getting wet without me touching you~? You’re a real butt slut now, aren’t you?”
Kiyoko teared up again as she made love to the dirty asshole in front of her. She had truly reached a level of degeneracy she thought would be impossible to ever come back from.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want…”
Zahra grunted, Kiyoko could feel Zahra’s pucker open.
“I’m constipated again. Suck on it…”
Kiyoko obeyed, using her mouth to form an airtight seal, she sucked on the filthy donut.
“Mm~ Here it comes~”
“PFRRRT! -splurt-!”
“No chewing, no breaking it, suck it down whole.” Zahra said, grabbing Kiyoko’s head.
Kiyoko sucked her hardest, bringing her hands up, she massaged Zahra’s belly. Doing everything she could to try and speed up Zahra’s bowel movement.
“Oh~! So I was right… you definitely are a butt slut now… Don’t worry… I’ll feed you.”
Slowly, a particularly massive log slowly made its way out of Zahra’s gut.
“That’s it~ There you go~” Zahra said, as she could feel her guts being relieved.
This one was both huge in length and girth. As it entered Kiyoko’s mouth and went down her throat, Kiyoko coughed and gagged as the entirety of her throat worked to push down the massive log.
“Grrrk!”
For what seemed like years, the log slowly made its way into Kiyoko’s stomach. Taking up her entire throat, her mouth, and it was still coming. Zahra grunted with every push.
“Hrrngg! This really is… a… -pant- a big one!”
Inch by inch, it made its way out. The end finally revealed itself, Kiyoko’s body struggled every step of the way as the last of it finally made it into her.
Refreshed and relieved, Zahra jumped up.
“Good job~ I’m going to talk to the commander about our arrangement… you have access to my living space, there’s a toothbrush and soap labeled for you, clean yourself up good ‘kay?”
For a little while, Kiyoko just laid there. Crying, as her body processed yet another batch of human waste.
Forget the sky… forget Astaroth security… this was her life now… as much as her mind hated it, her body had been trained to love it.