The Face in the Bowl by Olivia Palmer
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When I was barely eleven years old I had a friend who liked to boss me around.
She was older than me by one year – a sixth-grader, twelve years old – and her name was Abby. She was small and skinny and my same height. Abby was like me – she read a lot of books and was sort of a nerd, but I played sports and she didn't. That made me stronger and tougher than Abby, even though I was younger.
She had two older twin sisters who tormented her endlessly. They were cruel and treated her badly in all kinds of evil ways. Her sisters were in the eighth-grade, fourteen years old, and they were big and strong and played soccer and a lot of other sports. They were named Sara and Tara, and I could never tell them apart. They were both the same amount of "butchy", with the same boy's haircut and the same flat chest and muscular arms and legs. Nowadays, looking back, I wonder if they were lesbians, but at the time I just thought they were obnoxious, terrible people.
Abby was pretty. Very pretty. While her sisters looked a lot like their stocky, sturdy, pug-nosed dad in the body and face, Abby looked like her mother – petite and cute, like a former cheerleader. But Abby wasn't into cheering or other stuff like that. She and I had met at a public library book club when we both got into reading the Prydain Chronicles by Lloyd Alexander. Our moms both thought we were too introverted and didn't have enough friends, and so we began to be allowed spend a lot of time together and have sleepovers because we obviously got along well right from the start.
But Abby, after only a few sleepovers, began to show her bossy side. I know now that it was because she had no power to fight back against her sisters, and so she took it out on me whenever the opportunity would present itself. At the time, though, I only knew that when she would boss me around my heart would flutter and I would feel funny in my tummy in the best kind of way. And, soon enough, I would feel funny lower down, too.
The third time I went to Abby's to spend the night, I watched one of the twins pin Abby down on the living room floor while the other one farted repeatedly on her face. It had been punishment for changing the TV channel while they were playing cards with two of their own friends – they were having their own sleepover and were babysitting us while the parents went out. Abby had walked into the room and asked if we could watch a different show, and when they didn't answer she changed the channel anyway.
Then all hell broke loose. Abby was slapped, pushed, pulled down to the floor by her hair, and then she ate farts.
I was terrified. So much so that I wet myself. They laughed at me and called me "Miss Pissy-pants", but otherwise they left me alone. I ran off back to the bathroom next to Abby's bedroom while she was still being assaulted, and I stayed in there until she came sobbing to the door a few minutes later.
I let her into the bathroom and immediately saw that she was a mess. Snot was all over her face, her hair was messed up, and her lips looked swollen. I was washing my panties and shorts in the sink, with nothing on but my t-shirt. My pussy and bottom and the insides of my legs were still wet from the washcloth I'd used, as were my feet.
Abby came in and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, still sobbing and whimpering, and watched me trying to wring out my panties. I got the same washcloth I'd used to wash off the pee, and I rinsed it and got it ready for her with some warm water. Then I washed her face and told her I was sorry and I promised I wouldn't tell anybody. She sighed and kept on crying quietly, shaking so much that I dropped the washcloth in the sink and just hugged her for a long time.
Finally the twins came pounding on the bathroom door, laughing, making us both shriek in terror. I wet myself again, but this time I peed on Abby! I'd been leaning over her, hugging her upper body, and I was standing with my pussy only a few inches away from one of her knees. When the twins began to rattle on that door and scream at us again, howling in laughter, I spurted pee all over her leg!
Abby gasped and pushed me back, so hard that I stumbled and fell into the tub behind me. I bumped my head and saw stars! My legs were up hanging over the edge of the tub, and my pussy was totally exposed to Abby's view. Even worse, as I'd fallen and hit my head I'd peed some more. Dazed, I couldn't do anything for minute but to sit in a little puddle of my own urine, dizzy and disoriented, listening to the twins make all their noise on the other side of the door.
Abby just stared at me, at my bare hairless slit, at the wetness on my pussy and beneath my bottom. Then she calmly reached over for the washcloth and wiped her leg. She stood up and rinsed it out and wiped her leg again. By this time the twins had gone away, back to the TV in the living room and their card game. I lay still and watched Abby cleaning herself off, and all I could do was whisper, "Sorry."
She just took the washcloth and, without even rinsing it out again, threw it at me.
"What's wrong with you?" she sneered, glaring at me.
The washcloth hit me right in the face. Pee and water suddenly splattered up my nose and into my mouth. The cloth fell onto my t-shirt and quickly soaked a big spot. I tried to scramble up onto my knees in the tub and keep myself from getting any messier, but I was still woozy. I reached out and accidentally grabbed the shower curtain and pulled the whole rod loose. It bounced off my shoulder as the curtain fell down into the tub, and so there I was again telling her, with all my heart, "Sorry!"
Soon the twins were back pounding at the door and yelling threats about us breaking things and getting them all in trouble. Abby yelled back, "It was Samantha! SHE did it!"
One of the twins said, "So? Punish her you dummy! Or we'll punish you!"
Then, after a short pause, the other twin said, "Yeah! Make her drink the toilet water!"
Abby froze at the sink, her back to me, but I could see her staring at me in the mirror. Our eyes locked, and I began to shake my head back and forth. Then my own tears came, hot and heavy in my eyes.
"If you don't," one of the twins said, "then we'll make YOU do it instead."
"And we want to watch," the other added. "Open the door!"
Abby did not hesitate for a second after that. She went and unlocked the door, and soon there were four thirteen year-old girls piled in at one end of the small bathroom, with Abby turning to face me. They strained to see around her and over her as she took a step toward me, still kneeling in the tub. Then she pointed at the toilet.
"Well," Abby muttered. "You heard what they said."
I shook my head and stayed in the tub. "No," I told them. "I won't do it. And I'm going to tell my parents about this! And I'll tell YOUR parents, too!"
The older girls howled and shouted different curses and threats, but it was Abby who actually did something. She stepped up to me and simply grabbed a handful of my hair. She yanked hard. I fell off balance toward her over the edge of the tub, catching myself awkwardly on the floor with my outstretched arms, but my flat chest still bounced hard against the porcelain as I kind of flopped out onto the bathroom floor at Abby's feet.
"They're gonna make ME do it if you don't take your punishment!" she screamed. "And I just had to EAT FARTS!"
I could only struggle to my knees in silence, rubbing at my sore chest, as Abby balled her fists and continued screaming. "I didn't break the shower curtain. YOU DID! You broke it! It's YOUR FAULT!"
"Oh God, she's like almost naked!" one of the twins' friends said. "Look at her skinny butt!"
The other friend smelled my pee and said, "Ew! She really did piss herself, didn't she! HaHa!!"
The four of them laughed and carried on about that for a while, and I got called all kinds of gross names. The piss on my bottom had run down the backs of my legs, and my knees had been kneeling in it, too, so I did smell strongly. I began to weep and tried to cover myself with my hands, but then Abby did something even worse than pull my hair.
She grabbed my t-shirt and yanked it off!
I was still a kid, and a lot of times my mom or my dad still helped to change me and would whip my shirt off just like that. It was stupid and mindless, but without thinking I just raised my arms when Abby did it to me in that scary bathroom! In the next instant, horrified at what I'd just let her do, I tried to grab the shirt, but Abby had it. She screamed at me again.
"This is YOUR FAULT! You stink like PEE! Why did you ever want to be my friend in the first place?!"
Shaking hard and sobbing, I was the one with snot on my face now. And I was naked and shivering in front of five girls. Abby pushed me toward the toilet.
I crawled on two wobbly knees the couple of feet I needed, until my lower belly was pressed right up against its cold curved bowl. I couldn't stop thinking about the threat Abby had just made to our friendship. Did she hate me now? Was I going to lose her as a friend? It sure felt like it. I didn't really have any other friends, though, she was the only one! My heart was breaking, and I just knelt and sobbed and shook like a baby.
Abby bent down and got close to me then, as her sisters and their friends crowded in behind, leering at me. My nipples were stone hard and throbbing, and my tummy was doing flips. They were looking at my bare bottom! They could see my boobies! And I smelled like pee! I felt like such a helpless, worthless nothing.
My friend's voice was suddenly hot and wet on my ear, and goosebumps shivered all across my trembling naked skin.
"Sam, listen," Abby said in a low voice, not a whisper, but low and urgent. Her sisters could still hear her easily, I was sure. "I still like you. I still want to be your friend, OK?"
I nodded. She went on.
"But you gotta do this, OK? You gotta do the punishment. Do you understand?"
I shrugged. She yanked on my hair again, hard, and I cried out. She didn't let go of my hair. She bent my head back and then to the side, taking me off balance and making me grab onto the toilet to keep from falling over.
"Samantha," she grated at me, her voice rising again, "I will NOT drink toilet water for this. This is NOT my fault. And if you are REALLY MY FRIEND, then you will TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT!"
One of the twins decided to help. "Here, use this," she said, and I heard her bend down near the tub and fumble around with something. Then she handed that something to Abby. The next thing I knew, the washcloth was being pressed against my face, covering my mouth and nose. It stank hard and was very wet with my pee. Abby's sister must have run it all around in the remnants of my pee puddle before handing it over.
I choked and tried to push it away, but Abby still had me by the hair. I couldn't breathe, and I had pee getting into my mouth and up my nose, and even into my eyes. It stung so bad!
"Is THIS better than TOILET WATER? Huh??" Abby screamed. I felt someone lean around us and lift the toilet lid, then the toilet seat. One of her helpful sisters, I'm sure. Then her hand in my hair began pulling me down.
"Put your FACE in there," Abby growled at me, pulling with one hand and suffocating me with the other, "and DRINK FROM THE TOILET!"
I was spluttering, scared out of my mind, eyes burning, nose clogged, pee running down from my sinuses and into the back of my throat. I was naked, totally exposed, with urine on me and making me stink. They were staring at my naked bottom and at my hard tiny nipples and I felt so sick and nervous and scared that I thought I might throw up at any moment.
But I bent over. I had to breathe! I bent over and gently braced my hands on the cold edge of the toilet bowl. My belly bent over the front edge, a curving line, a boundary being crossed, pressed cold against my shivering flesh. My shoulders fit with room to spare inside the oval mouth of the bowl, and as I slowly descended Abby finally pulled away the washcloth.
I gasped for air and manage to unstick one eye enough to see that I was only inches away from the toilet water. The shadow of my head and torso blocked most of the light to see by, but there was still enough to easily perceive the dimly glimmering surface of the water I'd peed in just an hour before. The water all three of those sisters used for their pee and poo – and the twins, even, for their tampons and bloody leaks!
"That's it," I heard Abby's voice encouraging me – so strangely, almost gently – as my face got closer and closer. "Kiss the water, Sammie. Kiss it and drink it and take your punishment."
There wasn't a single other sound in the bathroom. All five of the other girls were silent and straining to see and hear what I was doing. Abby's fist was still wrapped in my hair, pushing me down. I had no way to stop except to fight back against her, and at that point my will was broken.
It had been my fault. I did deserve a punishment. And I didn't want my friend to drink toilet water in my place. She'd already been sat on and made to breathe her sister's farts. What else would they do to her if I didn't help Abby and take the punishment that I deserved?
I let my face go down.
The water was cold on my nose. I froze, worried it would go up my nose. I didn't dare try to smell it, but I couldn't help myself. It was like chlorine, pool water, maybe with a little sweeter sense lingering in the air.
"Kiss it," Abby whispered, her voice echoing down to me inside the bowl. Her hand hardened again in my hair, and she began to apply more pressure. There was no other sound except for the pounding of blood in my ears.
I relaxed again, and I pursed my lips. That let me seal off my nostrils, at least.
And then my mouth was in the water – my mouth, my nose, and even my closed eyes. My whole face was in it. It was cold. It splashed against my cheeks.
"Oh my God she's touching it!" one of the twins said huskily. "With her FACE!"
"Is she kissing it?" one of the friends asked?
"Who fucking knows?" snorted a twin. "But this is awesome!"
"Push her all the way down, stupid," I could hear the first twin urging Abby. "Dunk her whole head!"
"Yeah," said a friend, "And make her drink it now!"
"Make her show us!" the other friend chirped.
"Yeah, dummy," commanded a twin. "Make her come back up with a mouthful. And gargle or something."
I was holding my breath and about at my limit. Stars seemed to burst and swirl behind my eyelids. Panic began to rise up inside me like a hot mindless monster. I was going to have to fight back after all, just to get a breath!
But then Abby yanked on my hair and my face came all the way up, out of the bowl, and I gasped for air. My eyes were still squeezed shut. I couldn't bear to look at them anyway. I just knelt there and breathed, waiting for whatever was next.
"Wow..." oohed and ahhed the four older girls. Then one of the twins chuckled and said, "Toilet Face."
"You heard all that, right? What they want you to do?" Abby asked me. I nodded. "So you already kissed it, right?" I nodded again.
"OK, now you suck in a mouthful and come back up and show us," she commanded, pushing back on my head.
I bent back into the bowl. This was it. I was going to put toilet water in my mouth. Then I was going to have to swallow it. Abby's hand pressed me deeper down, until my face was again in the water, but this time, obediently, I let my mouth stay open. I sucked some up and held it behind my closed lips.
Tapping on the edge of the bowl to let her know I was ready, Abby quickly got the hint and pulled me back up by my hair, once again. I leaned back onto my haunches, eyes still closed, and groaned to feel the cold toilet water running down my face and neck, dripping of my chin and nose, trickling onto my flushed chest and tummy. The parts of my hair that were loose had been soaked already, and those hung wetly down, sticking against my neck and sending more toilet water down my front, and even one thin trickle down my back. I felt the first chilly finger of it slip into the crack of my butt and moaned, shuddering.
But I held that water in my mouth.
"Open it," Abby said, pulling my hair and bending back my head.
I opened my mouth.
"Now gargle!" one of the twins demanded, but Abby's grip on my head shook a little as I felt her turn toward her sister.
"She's MINE!" Abby screamed. "I'll tell her what to do!"
"Shit," chuckled one of the friends. "What a little bitch."
"Yeah," the first twin muttered. "Bitch."
"You'll get punished next you know," the second twin threatened.
"No I won't!" Abby spat back at her. "Because you said I got to punish her. YOU SAID I COULD!"
"Then what are you waiting for?" the first twin yelled. "Make her DO IT!"
Abby leaned in close to my face and growled at me, "OK, Samantha. Gargle it a little and then swallow. Then your punishment will be over."
I did as she said. I gargled the cold toilet water. Then I swallowed it, my whole body shuddering as it slid all the way down into my quivering stomach.
Abby finally let go of my hair as I began to heave. I lurched over and flung out my hands, gripping the edge of the toilet bowl, and I vomited.
Spasms rattle through my body and I stiffened and lunged up and off the floor, until my legs were extended straight out behind me and only my toes were touching the cold tiles. I jammed my face back down into the toilet bowl and emptied my stomach in a mindless roar of puking, drooling, gasping for breath, and still more puking.
"Ew!" said one of the friends. Then, "God, how much did she eat?"
For a few minutes that's all I did, gasp for breath and drool between stomach spasms, and I'd vomit again. The four older girls called out all kinds of abuse while I moaned and groaned through it, but Abby just knelt beside me and rubbed my bare back. I'd broken out in a huge sweat once the puking had started, and I felt like a wet, sick mess.
"It's OK," Abby murmured, rubbing on my slippery neck. "Your punishment is over now."
"Not if she gets puke everywhere!" one of the twins howled. "WE'LL punish her for THAT!"
"NO you WON'T!" Abby turned and screamed back. "She's had ENOUGH!"
That actually seemed to signal the end of it for the twins and their friends. They mumbled vague threats but were clearly not interested in sticking around while the close quarters of the bathroom were quickly filling with the rank aroma of my hot slimy puke. After another few hurls I could tell Abby and I were once again alone.
"Don't worry," Abby told me quietly, still rubbing my neck and back. "I'll help you fix the shower curtain. Then you can take a shower and clean up."
And she did. As I took my shower she stayed in the bathroom and finished rinsing and wringing out my clothes. When I finally finished, she stood up from where she'd been sitting on the closed toilet lid and helped dry me off. I felt weak and couldn't stop shaking. Abby wore a small frown and seemed like she wanted to say something, but she didn't.
We went straight to her room after that, and Abby pulled down the sheets to her bed as I dropped the towel and pulled one of her old nightgowns over my head. My only other clothes were still damp, and I usually wore one of her old things anyway when I was there. She dug out an extra pair of her panties and handed them to me, and I wearily pulled them on.
Then I climbed into the bed and rolled away from her, facing the far wall. I sobbed. I'd forgotten to brush my teeth in the bathroom. My mouth still tasted like puke and toilet water. My throat still burned.
But it had been my fault. I'd busted the shower curtain. Abby would've been punished that same way if I hadn't let her do it to me.
"Are you OK?" Abby asked me, turning out the light, climbing into bed, and sliding up close. She rubbed my back and patted my damp hair. "I'm so sorry you had to do that."
I shrugged and cried quietly, curled into a ball.
"My sisters are so mean," she muttered, lamely. Then she rolled over away from me and pressed her bottom back against mine. Soon her breathing was slower, lower, and I could tell she was drifting off to sleep. How could she just fall asleep after doing that to me?!
"Are you going to tell?" she murmured drowsily. Her bottom wiggled against mine as she snuggled deeper into the mattress. A jolt of warmth thrilled me all over, somehow, despite it all. Good pussy feelings had been the last thing on my mind from the very beginning of the whole terrible incident – except for maybe when Abby had been eating her sister's farts. That had horrified and excited me in more or less equal amounts, but from the moment I'd first peed my pants it had all gone downhill.
Now, though, things were flipped around and upside down. I remembered the feeling of the hot pee as it had flooded so quickly out of me and filled my panties and shorts, running so fast down my shaking legs. That memory made my pussy feel really nice. I remembered the feeling of Abby's hand, so rough in my hair, yanking on me and pushing me. That memory made my pussy feel really nice, too. So did the memory of her hand rubbing on my sweaty neck and back. And the memory of her toweling me up and down my legs, and over my bottom, and on my belly.
And my face in the toilet water. Abby's hand pressing down on me, making me do it. That memory made my pussy suddenly feel amazing.
I slipped both hands down between my legs and pressed against my pussy from the outside of my borrowed nightgown. I remembered every little bit of what had happened, and I kept on pressing.
"No," I said quietly. "I won't tell. I promise."
Abby flipped back over then and spooned against me. Her mouth came up behind my ear, and she kissed my hair and my neck, lightly, over and over.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she whispered sleepily as she kissed me. "I'm so sorry for all of it. I love you!"
It was my first "I love you" from anyone not in my family, and at that moment I realized I might have my first girlfriend. I didn't know much about being a lesbian or anything else at that point in my life, not really, but I did know that hugs and kisses felt nice. Her lips on my hair and neck felt wonderful, and all my pushing against my pussy, even through an old nightgown and too-small pair of panties, was going to make me shake all over very, very soon.
So I said it back, "I love you, too," and my pussy throbbed. I shook all over, and then I fell asleep.
The next night, back at my own house, getting ready for bed in my own bathroom, I looked long and hard at the toilet before brushing my teeth. Then I took off my big Strawberry Shortcake t-shirt and wiggled out of my plain little white panties. I got down on my knees, naked, and looked at the toilet for a long time.
Then I lifted the lid. I lifted the seat.
I leaned over and looked inside. It was clean. It looked almost exactly like the inside of the toilet at Abby's house.
I leaned over farther. My hair fell around my face, the tips falling into the water.
I leaned over even farther. My nose touched the water.
I pursed my lips.
I kissed the cold, wet surface.
When I leaned back upright, I spent a moment letting my hands travel over my rigid, aching nipples. Then I rocked back onto my bottom and settled my back against the side of the tub. I propped one foot up on the open toilet and spread the other out wide along the floor. My pussy was open and seemed to be clutching at the air between the slightly parted lips. I was so bright pink and shiny inside!
My fingers found my slit, while my other fingers still worked at my nipples. I could feel the tips of my wet hair sending trickles of cold toilet water down my front again, just like the night before. As a quick chilly rivulet made its way over my belly and down into my groin, I abandoned my nipples and pulled my pussy open with both hands.
I watched the toilet water run down onto my pussy, dive between my lips, into my immature, half-hidden pink folds, and pause over my virgin hole. Then, as my breathing became ragged, I felt another – then another – cold trickle of water ran down to join the first. The weight of that chilly touch of toilet water finally slid farther down, over my perineum and across my butthole, before finally running to the floor beneath me and making a tiny, wet little spot on the bath mat.
One finger began to strum on my shiny, needy button as my other hand pulled myself open and made my button stand up as straight as I could. My heels, then my legs, then my whole body began to shake as my pussy made me feel better than it ever had before.
When it was finally over, after I'd stepped back into my panties and pulled my t-shirt back over my head, after I'd squeezed my hair mostly dry between a bath towel, after I'd washed my hands and face and finally brushed my teeth, I realized I had to pee.
I sat and did it, just like always, of course.
But as I stood and pulled my panties back into place, I couldn't help but pause and look at it for a while – my pee, in the toilet water.
A thought began to form in my head. I took that thought to bed with me, and eventually I fell asleep. Not before pressing on my pussy, though, and making my panties feel hot and damp. Not before sliding a finger down between my slippery lips and making myself shake all over, once again. Not before sucking on my finger, sniffing it, and returning over and over to that new, weird thought.
Abby kept bossing me around after that, but I didn't play at her house anymore. I would not go near her sisters ever again. She only came to see me. We didn't explain why to our parents, but that's the way we always made it work out. So she had to boss me more or less in secret.
That made it better. It was the fear of being caught that made each new moment of my slavery sweeter and stronger for me. It was a secret love, a secret shame, a secret side of myself that became more precious to me than anything else in my whole silly little girl's world.
I craved to be naked, crawling on my hands and knees and doing whatever, however, for Abby. Fuck, how I loved the way she hissed at me! Her harsh whispers, so hot and yet so cold, would speckle me with spit, stinging like tiny sparks upon my sweaty skin, and I would melt. I craved for more and more commands, spat in her hateful, hopeful voice, both of us trembling with needs we could hardly begin to admit to ourselves.
I loved her hands on me. Forcing me. Her fingers on me, in me. Hurting me, just enough.
I kissed more toilet water for her. And I kissed her feet. And her armpits. And her pussy. And her bottom.
I kissed anything she wanted me to kiss. Licked anything she wanted licked.
I did anything, everything, that I was told.
And afterward she always told me she was sorry. And she always said, "I love you."
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