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Tricia the Trashcan, by Raphael Rake
Ch 5: The Battle of Snails (Fg, ped, gross, ws, spank, oral)
"Yep," thought Tricia, "this is the perfect finishing touch." It hadn't been hard to get most of her costume together. Her two piece swimsuit had been the obvious starting point, accented by her rubber rain boots and a pair of rubber kitchen gloves. But she was supposed to be Tricia the Trashcan, and she'd been racking her brains trying to figure out how to incorporate the theme until she saw her mother changing the trash bags and noticed the draw strings. Now, with the strings tied around her neck, she had a trash bag as her cape and her costume was complete.
She looked over at the thong that Lisa had given her, which was now hanging from a coat rack on her wall, and the satisfaction she felt was joined by a tingling excitement. She thundered down the stairs into the living room, and seeing her mother sitting there, she struck a triumphant pose.
"Well, you look impressive." said Suzy, "Who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm Tricia the Trashcan! I'm a superhero!" declared Tricia.
"Really? What's your superpower?"
"I can eat anything!"
"That's a very interesting superpower, I'll have to put it to the test sometime." chuckled Suzy.
"Anytime you like!" said Tricia brashly, but then in a softer tone "But not now mom, I have to go see Lisa."
"Of course dear, have fun. And remember what I told you."
"Thanks mom, I love you." said Tricia, giving her mom a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. She ran out of the house and over to Lisa's, the trash bag flapping behind her, and so excited that she forgot about the bell and instead pounded on the door and yelled Lisa's name at the top of her voice. There was an answering yell in the house, so she stopped pounding, and after a few moments the door opened to reveal Lisa, wearing a perfectly ordinary t shirt and shorts. Tricia felt suddenly deflated and upset.
"You said you were going to dress up too!" she said, her tone accusatory.
"I will, don't worry." said Lisa placatingly, "I just wanted to make sure that you saw my costume properly the first time, I worked very hard coming up with it."
"Oh." said Tricia flatly, not quite mollified. She looked away, but Lisa cupped Tricia's face between her hands and raised it so that she was looking right at Lisa's beautiful brown eyes and warm smile.
"You look lovely." Lisa said softly, and Tricia could tell she meant it. She melted inside, blushing furiously as Lisa gave her a kiss on the forehead and led her inside.
"Wait here," said Lisa, "I'll be back before you know it." She sat Tricia down on the couch, then walked off to her room. Tricia's initial disappointment was already being replaced by anticipation. She squirmed impatiently on the couch, and feeling the tingling in her crotch start again, she began to rub it. She found that the textured pads of the kitchen gloves pressing through her suit felt good, and she rubbed harder, the pleasure making her breathe quicker.
Tricia was so consumed with pleasuring herself that she lost track of time, but after what seemed to be a short while, she heard a loud clicking coming towards her. As she raised her eyes she first saw Lisa's feet, in white sandals with high stiletto heels. Then as her eyes traveled up farther she saw that Lisa's body and limbs were crisscrossed with streams of toilet paper, the white contrasting nicely with her copper skin, and that her only real clothes were a tiny white string bikini. The tiny triangles of the top barely covered her nipples, and the bottom didn't even cover most of her trimmed pubes, while the string in her crotch was pulled tight between her pussy lips, almost vanishing between them.
Tricia hadn't seen Lisa naked before, and she relished this new view of her body. Lisa's long shapely legs and tight round ass were accentuated by the heels, and her small but firm tits strained against the strings restraining them. But it was Lisa's face that kept her gaze. Lisa had put on deep crimson lipstick and a white domino mask, while her hair was pulled high and tight around a vertical toilet roll. Their eyes met, and Lisa gave a predatory grin at the look of shock and wonder on Tricia's face. She swept forward, the loose ends of toilet paper fluttering, until she stood in front of Tricia, displaying herself.
"I am Tong the Toilet!" cried Lisa, "And my power is the ability to eat anything!"
"That's my power!" objected Tricia, "We can't both be heroes with the same power!"
"Who said I was a hero?" said Lisa, her grin widening. She suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Tricia, pulling her onto the coffee table on her back. Lisa reached down and grabbed some hidden cords that she'd attached to the legs of the table earlier, and soon Tricia was speadeagled on the table with her wrists and ankles bound, unable to move. Her heart was thudding madly in her chest as shock, fear, and excitement overwhelmed her brain. She stared up at Lisa dumbly, like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing what to do or how to feel but knowing exactly where to look. Lisa surveyed her captive with a satisfied smirk.
"I thought it would be boring if both of us were heroes, so I decided to be a villain. Bad guys always have more fun after all." She reached down and yanked up Tricia's top, exposing her nearly flat chest and pink nipples, which were so stiff and engorged with excitement that they were almost red. Lisa reached down and tweaked them, making Tricia jerk and shriek.
"I've got something fun planned for you," said Lisa, in a playful voice, "would you like to know what it is?"
"I don't care!" yelled Tricia, yanking at the cords that held her, "When I get out of here I'm going to kick your ass!" Her tone was angry, but when she met Lisa's eyes the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile before she caught herself.
"We'll see about that." said Lisa, smiling back at her, and she produced a small box, from which she pulled a large snail. She held it up so Tricia could see its gelatinous body wriggling slowly in the air, then slowly lowered it onto Tricia's nipple. Tricia shrieked again as the cold slimy mass squirmed on her sensitive nub, then gasped as the rippling body slid across it, providing a gentle stimulation. Lisa put another snail on Tricia's other nipple, and Tricia moaned at the strange but delicate rubbing that her pointy buds were experiencing. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"I'm not done with you yet!" said Lisa, and Tricia's eyes popped back open. Lisa pulled another snail from the box, bigger than the previous two, and held it up.
"Can you guess where this is going?" she asked. Tricia stared up dumbly, finding it hard to think with her limbs bound and two snails slithering over her nipples. Lisa didn't leave her in suspense for long, but trailed the nails of her free hand down Tricia's stomach before hooking them into the waist of her lower suit. She slowly pulled the panties down, exposing Tricia's tiny hairless mound, then placed the huge snail right on her slit. The snail stuck itself to Tricia's skin, the suction of its body pulling on her outer lips and making her tremble and moan.
"Well, now that I've got you properly subdued, I'm going to prove that I'm more disgusting than you'll ever be." bragged Lisa. She produced a pair of metal nutcrackers, then grabbed one of the snails from Tricia's chest and cracked its shell, pulling out the wriggling live snail. She looked down at Tricia and slurped the snail into her mouth, bursting it with the first bite and letting the snails juices run out the sides of her mouth to drip onto Tricia's body. The snail tasted nasty, but Lisa relished the chance to flaunt herself in front of Tricia, and she chomped on the snail without a grimace before swallowing it.
"So, do you think you can match me?" gloated Lisa.
"Bring it on!" squeaked Tricia. Lisa grabbed the snail from Tricia's other nipple, cracked the shell, and dangled it over Tricia's mouth, finally dropping it in. Tricia bit into her snail, then gagged a bit at the foul slime pooling in the back of her throat, but she refused to lose this bet, so she gamely chewed and swallowed as Lisa watched.
"That all you got?" taunted Tricia
"Oh no, we're not done yet." replied Lisa. She slowly pulled the remaining snail off Tricia's pussy, marvelling at how it stretched the outer lips it was stuck to before popping free, and delighting in Tricia's gasp when it did so. She cracked its shell, then put it halfway in her mouth, the rest sticking out like a writhing green tongue. She lowered her face to Tricia's, who opened her mouth and accepted the other half without hesitation, and when that half was fully in Tricia's mouth their lips touched.
Lisa realised, suddenly, that this was the first time they'd ever kissed each other, and she thought it was fitting that they were doing it with a horrible creature in their mouths. It was like a slimy tongue that they were both sucking on, and Lisa relished the contrast between the snail and Tricia's soft lips. She pressed her lips down harder, sliding them against Tricia's and moaning. Tricia kissed her back and added her own moans to the chorus, and they stayed locked together for what felt like a blissful eternity.
But eventually Lisa decided it had to end. She stopped moving and slowly bit down on the snail, biting it in half and squirting its juices all over both their faces. Their eyes were locked as they chewed their foul mouthfuls, and there was no gagging from Tricia this time. They both ate openmouthed, showing each other the grotesque mess they were making before finally swallowing it, and when they were done their mouths found each other again. A line had been crossed, Lisa could now only see Tricia as a lover, though an inexperienced one who had to be guided and protected, and she wanted to taste every part of her. This time it was Lisa's real tongue that parted Tricia's lips, exploring her mouth and caressing her tongue for another long age.
Tricia was breathless when Lisa broke the second kiss. She relaxed into her bonds and tried to make sense of these most magical moments of her young life. Her mind was whirling but her heart was bursting with love for Lisa, who seemed to understand her as no one else could. Lisa smiled at her, then stood up, turned her back, and threw her hands in the air.
"Well, looks like I lost my bet to a little pipsqueak." she declared, "I, the most feared villain in the world!"
Tricia giggled, and in doing so made a discovery. Her boots and gloves were tightly bound, but they were both too big for her, and in her relaxed state she could slip her hands and feet out of them entirely. She freed herself as quietly as she could, and after stealthily getting to her feet she swung her open palm as hard as she could against the most inviting target she'd ever seen: Lisa's firm round ass.
The impact startled Lisa so much she nearly fell over. She twisted around just in time for Tricia to land a slap on the inside of her thigh, a stinging blow that made her turn around again. Slaps rained down on her ass and the back of her thighs, but each exquisite little dash of pain made Lisa's cunt wetter, and she reached down to grab her ankles with a groan, presenting her rear as a target. Seeing this submission, Tricia slowed down a bit. She stopped the quick hits she'd been dishing out, instead winding back and throwing her whole arm as hard as she could into swinging spanks that made her palm sting and Lisa's exquisite bronze cheeks quiver and turn a shade of dark copper. Lisa's quiet moaning turned into a series of stifled yelps.
After a little while Tricia started to suspect that Lisa, like her, enjoyed a bit of spanking, and so changing tactics she grabbed the back of Lisa's thong and started yanking it up as hard as she could. The thin string sawed between Lisa's pussy lips, rubbing harshly against her clit and asshole with such an intensity that her eyes crossed. But before long the feelings became too intense, and she sank to her knees and raised her hands in surrender.
"Alright alright! You beat me!" Lisa wailed theatrically, "I'll do whatever you want! I'll be your slave!" She fell forward onto her hands and grovelled ostentatiously before Tricia, topping it off by leaning forward and planting loud wet kisses on Tricia's small pale delicate feet. Tricia giggled.
"What should I do with my new slave? I wonder..." Tricia brought a finger to her lips in contemplation, but when it touched she realised that he face was still covered in drying snail juice. She looked down and saw that the slime and juices from the snails were all over her nipples, with more trailing down her belly to join the slime on her crotch that the big snail had left. She smiled.
"Your first job, slave, is to clean off all this yucky goo!"
"Of course mistress, at once." The humiliation of allowing herself to be dominated by such a small child twisted in Lisa's guts and made her pussy spasm. Her blood was pounding in her ears so hard she could barely see, and every shred of shame had left her. She rose to her knees and embraced Tricia gently, running her tongue up Tricia's face in long strokes, determined to get every last bit of the green slime off her soft pink cheeks.
The sensation was ticklish, and Tricia giggled madly, but her giggles turned to soft gasps as Lisa worked her way down Tricia's neck and chest to her nipples. Lisa carefully cleaned everything but the nipples themselves, before finally engulfing one in her mouth, gently sucking and playing her warm wet tongue across it. Tricia body jerked, and she let out a keening whine at the intense new sensations, so much better than the snails, instinctively grabbing Lisa's hair to pull her in. She pulled even harder when Lisa switched to the other nipple, first licking and sucking, then gently nibbling on it with her teeth, making Tricia give a soft grunt.
Lisa continued licking down Tricia's stomach, stopping to swirl her tongue around Tricia's belly button, prompting another fit of giggles, then moved down to her crotch. Tricia was too short for Lisa to lick her pussy while kneeling in front of her, so she gently guided her back onto the table, then slipped her suit bottoms all the way off and spread her legs. Tricia's mound seemed pinker and puffier than usual, and it glistened with snail slime. Lisa licked her lips.
As Tricia lay back against the table, she got the feeling that she wasn't in charge anymore, a feeling reinforced by the predatory look in Lisa's eyes. She felt exposed and vulnerable again, and the part of her that liked those feelings, quite a large part, wished she was still tied down. But Lisa's hands on her legs were more than enough to keep her in place, and the feeling in Lisa's first lick on her virgin pussy obliterated all other thoughts. Lisa started with broad licks up and down her vulva to clean all the slime off, then darted her tongue between Tricia's lower lips, dancing around her untouched hole and almost imperceptible clit.
Tricia felt like her brain was being sucked out through her pussy. It felt like it did when she rubbed herself, but so much better, somehow more intense and more delicate at the same time. Her back arched and her mouth stretched open silently as Lisa slurped on her little peach. She felt something building inside her, overwhelming her, firing every nerve in her body, and she panicked. She snapped her legs shut around Lisa's head and used both hands to push her away, a pair of contradictory moves, but she was hardly able to think straight. Lisa stopped and looked up.
"Are you ok Tricia?" she said, concern in her voice.
"I think so." said Tricia shakily, "I felt weird, like I was going to explode or something."
"Sounds like you almost had your first orgasm." said Lisa, glowing with delight at the pleasure she'd given, but a bit disappointed that she hadn't pushed Tricia over the edge.
"What's an orgasm?" asked Tricia curiously.
"Well..." said Lisa, a bit stumped on how to explain the concept, "I guess they best way to put it is that it's when you feel so good, you feel like you're exploding."
"It felt weird." repeated Tricia, doubtfully.
"I know, it can feel kinda strange the first time." reassured Lisa, "But the next time you feel that way, if you just relax and let it happen, I promise it will feel good."
"Ok!" agreed Tricia.
"Now," said Lisa, sitting back on her knees, "does mistress have any more punishments for me?"
Tricia smiled, considering Lisa. Her eyes lingered on the streams of toilet paper wrapping Lisa's body, then they lit up.
"Wait here!" said Tricia, dashing into the kitchen and coming back with a glass. "If you're Tong the Toilet, then I'm going to use you like one!" She held the glass under her pussy and began to piss into it, the thin pale yellow stream foaming as it filled up. She handed the glass to Lisa, who took it a bit hesitantly.
"Drink up!" commanded Tricia, and Lisa brought the glass to her lips. She'd never drunk piss before, but she would do anything for Tricia, and she was determined not to back down from this challenge. The first mouthful was hot, salty, and acrid, but the nasty taste just reminded her what a nasty thing she was doing, and she swallowed it with relish. She decided to give Tricia a show, and with the second mouthful she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and gargled it loudly. The act seemed to intensify the smell and taste, but Tricia laughed delightedly, so Lisa didn't care. She gargled every mouthful until the piss was gone, showed Tricia her empty mouth.
"All done mistress." she said
"Nuh uh, toilet, not until I say you're done." said Tricia. Lisa felt a bit nervous, drinking piss was something she'd never imagined doing until today, and she wasn't sure what else Tricia had in mind. But Tricia simply grabbed the end of one of the streams of toilet paper hanging off Lisa and tore off a square. She wiped her pussy thoroughly, squeezing out a few more drops of piss to soak it well, then held it up to Lisa's mouth.
"Flush, toilet!"
Lisa opened her mouth and accepted it, letting it sit on her tongue for a few seconds to enjoy the flavor of Tricia's piss again before swallowing it. Tricia smiled at her and leaned in for a kiss, their tongues dancing together for a few moments before Tricia pulled away again.
"Your breath smells super gross." said Tricia fondly, "But you are the most beautiful toilet in the whole world."
"Thank you mistress." said Lisa, delighted by the grotesque compliment, and after staring at one another for a few more moments they both dissolved into helpless laughter.