Natasha beats the snot out of Amber -- turning her into a bruised and welted toilet slut
By Will Adams
Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was fuming.
She knew the call would come, but she had not expected Amber's fury when the housewife opened the latest shit eating video -- staring herself in her real-life role as a closet lesbian slut being turned into a scat lover by young Natasha -- from ScatEatingVideoProductions/All/Young/Girls LLC. Natasha knew that Amber must have gotten quite a shock as she saw the vile acts she had participated in recorded forever on video and her immediate reaction had been to call the young girl who was the architect of her doom.
"What the fuck did you do?" Amber railed into the phone at a startled Natasha. But young Natasha was not one to be cowed.
"Listen you cunt-eating whore, I told you that if you got involved with me, I'd use and abuse you. Don't think that I care about you, I own you and you're mine to use," Natasha shot back.
"We have to talk, I'm coming over right now," Amber said and hung up the phone in Natasha's ear.
And so, Natasha was fuming, unaccustomed as she was to one of her toilets talking back to her. As she waited for Amber to arrive, a plan began to grow from her anger.
Once her plan was firmly posted in her young mind, she knew that as soon as the new shit eater came through the door, she had to take control of her. So when Amber burst through the door without knocking, Natasha -- who at 5 feet, 10 inches towered five inches over the housewife -- stormed toward the 33-year-old woman and delivered a wicked right punch to Amber's left eye, knocking the slut to her ass. And then, Amber began to cry, holding her left eye (which was going to swell and bruise quite nicely Natasha thought).
"That's just for starters, slut," Natasha said. "To this point, I've been so kind to you, allowing you to have my glorious piss and shit every day since I turned you. Now it's going to get rough because you can NEVER EVER yell at me or think you are in any way in charge of me or even close to being my equal. You are a toilet and you're about to become one bruised and welted toilet slut at my hands."
Natasha moved quickly to tie up the pretty blonde with strong ropes and secure her wrists and ankles to heavy pieces of furniture in her living room. She then pulled out a switchblade knife and sliced all of the housewife's clothes off, leaving her only with her ever-present pearl necklace.
"Now you look about right, tied up and beginning to bruise beautifully around that eye," Natasha said. "You'll be a properly bruised toilet slut -- as all toilet sluts should be -- by tomorrow morning -- and what I'm going to add now will make it all the better."
Natasha ripped off her own panties and stuffed them in Amber's mouth as a gag, knowing that the abuse and discipline she was about to impose on the pretty mother could not be suffered without screams of pain. She also applied duct tape to the bitch's mouth to ensure her silence.
Amber's eyes widened as she saw Natasha pull some wicked looking tools out of a large grocery bag. She wondered where the young teen dominatrix had gotten such instruments and then it struck her; of course, Natasha had gotten them from the same people who made that awful movie of her eating Natasha's bowel fruit in her kitchen. Natasha pulled a thick leather belt and a cat o'nine tails out of the bag, an outsized buttplug, nipple clamps, pliers and some nasty looking boots. Amber began to worry at least a little for her safety.
Amber was with it enough to know the beating that had started with the first punch she received was only the beginning. Natasha then lit up a cigarette -- Natasha's favorite Kool Menthol longs -- and after taking a couple of drags she began to talk with Amber again.
"You see slut, you are in for a tough afternoon, and after this you will either walk away from me and the BDSM I dish out, or you will be forever bonded to it. I think you'll end up bonded to it," Natasha said. "Now I'm going to start with those tits of yours, how about some cigarette burns for starters?"
Amber tried to scream, but the gag prevented any sound from coming out and she watched in horror as the brightly burning end of the cigarette approached her left breast. Both Natasha and Amber watched as the cigarette burned into the areola of the newly blossoming lesbian slut, creating the aroma of burned flesh in the room. The pain was excruciating, but Natasha did not pause after lifting the cigarette and placing a similar burn on the other side of the nipple. She then repeated the process on the other tit, leaving Amber near fainting with the pain of the tit torture. Natasha compounded the pain by pulling one of the tits up by the still embedded paper clip and pinching the other as hard as she could.
Natasha wasn't done with the breasts, though. She took the pliers and began squeezing the right nipple in the vise of the pliers' grip. She placed enough pressure on the pliers that the two ends of the pliers were virtually touching, squeezing the nipple into almost nothingness. Natasha then relaxed and looked at the damage she had wrought. The nipple was smashed -- Amber wondered through the pain if it would ever return to its normal size -- and bleeding.
Natasha said, "Perfect, now let's repeat that on the other one." Natasha repeated her tit wrecking performance with the exception that the other nipple unexpectedly was slashed open, creating quite a bit of blood flow. Natasha did not stop to repair or assist the tit in recovering. She then neatly applied high-pressure alligator nipple clamps to both tit toppers and smiled in pleasure at the abuse she was heaping on her latest whore. She took her time in surveying the wounds she was applying as she paused in the agony she was applying to slip an oversized 3-inch diameter buttplug -- without any lube -- right up into Amber's craphole.
"We need to get you stretched out so I can eventually also use your butthole as a urinal," Natasha said. The beautiful young girl pushed hard on the tail end of the buttplug to make sure it was fully inserted and seated up Amber's rear end.
Then Natasha slipped on the oversized Army boots and began to kick Amber in the sides and along the inside and outsides of her legs.
"Those kicks will make for some nice bruises," Natasha said, 'now it's time to get on with the belt beating.' For her part, Amber had begun to wonder if this discipline and punishment session would ever end. Or if she would survive it.
Natasha took the 2-inch thick belt and wrapped one end around her right hand and began a vicious beating of the older woman's front side, lashing first her breasts, then her abdomen, then her pussy and then each of her legs. She whipped Amber until the older whore had broken out into heavy perspiration. Then, for good measure, she threw 10 of the belt slaps into Amber's pretty face, badly bruising the older slut's facial features. Then young Natasha turned Amber over and repeated the performance on her backside, buttocks and legs, leaving the poor heaving slut with huge welts over virtually all of her body. Amazingly though, Natasha noticed that during the abuse, Amber had cum three times. Boy, what a slut, Natasha thought, orgasming from being beaten.
Finally, Natasha took the cat o'nine tails and gave Amber 50 lashings over her back and legs. At the end of all that, Amber was a whimpering, broken slut. Natasha reached down, removed the panty gag from Amber's mouth and hocked up one of her patented, snot-filled loogies and spit it into the pretty blonde's waiting mouth.
"Remember what you said just the other day," Natasha growled, "you swore that my twat is your owner and my asshole is the love of your life, you don't argue with your twin sexual organ owners, you pay reverence to them and to me, so never again challenge anything I say, do, think or cause to happen. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress," Amber moaned looking up at the beautiful young girl, who was fully her owner now, even more than before.
"You see Amber, I made money off you from that video -- I got Nova to raise my fee to $50,000 -- because that is what you are good for, you are a filthy, lesbian scat whore and I don't care about you, your family, your house or anything about you," Natasha said. "You exist to serve me, to be a toilet for me and besides all that, you want me to treat you this way, as a low-life piece-of-shit whore, don't you sweetie. In fact, maybe we should get a tattoo over your cunt that says something like `Natasha's shiteater'."
Amber, broken and realizing the truth of everything Natasha said, concurred. "You are so right mistress, you are my owner and I love it, I'm yours to do with as you please. I do crave your foul treatment, it turns me on so when you abuse me. Whatever you want from me, it's yours. Please forgive me for questioning your decision to make the video with me eating your beautiful scat in my kitchen and making love to your manure. I should have paid you to let me be in such a worship scene with you. Please, please forgive me and I'll never question you again. You are right; I am a shameless whore who is nothing more to you than a flesh-and-blood toilet."
"Ok, you piss swilling, turd gobbling whore, now's the time for your toilet service for the day so I'll remove the last of your bonds and make ready to receive my bodily waste," Natasha said.
She climbed over Amber's bruised and welted body and settled harshly on her bruised and bashed face with her urethra on Amber's mouth first. Natasha flooded her slut's mouth with golden nectar, filling up her mouth and using it as a urinal. Then she moved her butthole over the whore's mouth and told her to get ready for a huge diarrhea load. Natasha let loose with her first flood of slimy, loose crapload and Amber simply let it slide down her throat to her stomach. Since it was virtually total liquid, there was no chewing needed. Natasha unleashed two more watery filth shipments and loved it as Amber accepted both down her sewer of a mouth and throat. Natasha ushered Amber out her front door and told her to keep the buttplug in until she told her it could be removed. Natasha did allow that Amber could take it out to have BMs.
Amber. after finishing the scat meal, went back to her house. Once there she took off her clothes and surveyed her bruised, welted and burned body and realized, "I am a lesbian shit whore and despite the brutal beating she just gave me, I'll still do anything she wants, assuming she'll ever allow me to worship at her gorgeous body again."
Amber didn't know how she would explain her beating to her husband, but she realized she just didn't care. Her married days were virtually over and she knew she would soon be nothing more than Natasha's sex slave and toilet, eager to do anything to make her young owner spend time with her.
Next up: the housewife eats a shit hot dog, naked with the sun on her in Golden Gate Park.