****** Toilet Training by Toilet-girl-in-training ******
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Toilet Training


Charla stared at the 4-carat diamond on her finger, and tossed her platinum
curls, laughing, smiling, "Of Course I'll marry you Abdullah!" Finally, he'd
popped the question. God, how long had it taken for her to get this fat,
balding Arab to pop the question, nearly a year, a year that she'd much rather
not think about, now that she was finally on her way to becoming Mrs. Filthy
Fucking Rich! She'd met him in the first class lounge at the airport, he was on
his way back from the UK where he'd been working on some huge oil deal, and she
was casing out the first class lounge at the airport to find a new sugar daddy.
She'd decided to target a foreigner, none of these American fuck 'em and leave
'em types. She'd decided to play the virgin this time.

Weeks of giggling coyly as he tried to cop a feel. Months of moving his hand
off her ass and tits. Months of explaining that she was a good girl from
Georgia and that her virginity was a gift she would only share with her
husband, on her wedding night, no less. Right. The last time she'd still had
her hymen intact, Rick Springfield was still everybody's dream boy.

So, here she was a 30-year-old (she'd told him she was 24) third time bride to
be. She'd never told him about her first wedding at 16 to Jim Bob Becker, or
her first divorce at 16 and a half when Jim Bob had caught her with the
electrician and the phone guy.

She'd certainly never told Abdullah about her second marriage and quickie-
divorce from "Hot" Rod McMullen the porn star, who'd fucked her, and filmed
her, and made a fortune off the tapes. As far as stupid, fat Abdullah knew, she
was his delicate flower, his little Virgin, Charla. Gone was "Charlotte the
Harlot" Thompson as she was know in high school, now she was known as Charla
Thomas, good girl, and bride to be.

Oh the plans to be made. Oh the money to be spent. Charla was in shopping
heaven. The wedding was to be a huge formal affair, with a sit down dinner for
500. After the wedding they'd be taking a trip to wherever the fuck Abdullah
was from to meet the folks.

The wedding was a dream come true, she'd spent $12,000 on the gown alone.
Abdullah was beaming at his guests, and showing off his new toy, Charla. Charla
was gleaming in all of her new diamonds, although she was kind of nauseated at
the thought of being fucked by her new hubby, the grease ball. Tonight he
deserved a little pussy, she figured and it would be the only time that he got
it easy, he'd have to beg for pussy from now on, and make it worth her while.

The Honeymoon was awesome, they took a cruise to Greece, and stayed in a 5-star
hotel while they were there. Abdullah had looked at her a little funny on their
wedding night, when he realized just how slack her supposedly unused pussy was,
and how fake her supposedly natural 36D tits felt, but she'd shrugged it off,
and told him he was nuts. She even made a show of licking his dick as though
she'd never done it before, and was so in love with him, that she was willing
to try anything.

He showered her in gifts, diamonds, fur coats, designer clothes and more.
Charla was blissfully happy for the first few weeks, until he brought up the
trip to his homeland. She pouted, and bitched, and complained, but it was no
use. None of his family had been at the wedding, and he insisted that they fly
out to meet them. Abdullah promised her a new Mercedes when they got back home,
so she finally agreed.

On the airplane, he gave her a box, which she thought contained another gift.
When she opened it she discovered a shapeless black piece of material. "What
the fuck is this Abdullah?" she demanded. It was a chador, a black garment that
would cover her from head to toe, when she was in public, and Abdullah
explained the rules of his homeland to his new bride.

Charla would never speak in the company of others. Charla would walk three
paces behind her husband. She would be clothed in her Chador, with her hair
covered and face veiled, unless given specific permission by her husband.

Her head was reeling, what the fuck was going on here? Why would he want to
cover up her gorgeous face, and sexy bod? Abdullah explained that she could be
arrested if she failed to cover up as ordered, and that he, as her husband and
master could choose her punishment. Charla shivered a little, but agreed, so
she'd cover up for a few days, and then go home to her new Mercedes. It would
be worth it.

The first day or two was hot and creepy in the veil. She was sweaty and tired,
and pissed, she laughed at the stupid comments that everyone made in their
broken English, and getting sick of giving that half bow thing to the people
that she met. The third day was the day that changed her life forever. The
third day was the day that she met her new in laws.

Charla's mother-in-law, Yasmin, took an instant dislike to her. The way she
laughed at their customs. The way that her high spike heels click-clacked on
the floor. The way that she never really answered a question until she thought
about it for a while. Yasmin decided to have a private talk with her new
daughter-in-law, over tea.

What Charla didn't know was that Yasmin had drugged her tea. What Charla didn't
know, until she woke up the next morning in a cold windowless cell, chained to
the wall by a collar around her neck, was that she had confessed everything to
her mother-in-law, and agreed that she needed to be punished for her sins. What
Charla didn't know was that as much power as her husband had over her in this
strange and forbidding country, her mother-in-law had twice as much control,
and her mother-in-law wanted her to learn her new place in the family
household.

Abdullah came into her cell, and looked at her sadly. He explained that there
was nothing that he could do for her. She'd shamed his name, and must be
punished and humiliated. The only place she'd have in his home would then be as
a serving girl at best. She shuddered to think of the worst.

Without warning, Abdullah grabbed her by her hair. He picked up a scissors, and
began to chop of her waist length curls, and shouted at her about how immodest
her hair length was. Charla started screaming at him, telling him she'd give
him a divorce, but to please let her go to the American Embassy, but he didn't
listen. He slapped her sharply, and continued cutting her hair, telling her how
disgusted he was by her blond hair and black cunt hair. He kept cutting her
hair until her head was covered with short fuzz.

Abdullah grabbed her dress by the neck and ripped it until it was torn halfway,
he continued to rip her clothing off piece by piece until she was naked. He
left the room, sadly. He told her that it would be easier for her to obey, and
to accept her punishment, and training. She screamed at him that she would
never obey. Never.

Yasmin walked into the room, followed by a stout woman. The woman barely looked
at Charla. She commented something in Arabic to Yasmin, and the two women held
Charla down, and cuffed her arms and legs spread-eagled to the wall. Charla was
sobbing, and begging to be let up, but neither woman listened.

Yasmin took out a sheet of paper and began to read it to Charla. She said it
was a list of Charla's crimes against her husband, and his religion. If Charla
chose to, she could go to the local authorities and take her chances there, but
she might receive 1000 lashes a day or be stoned to death. If she took her
chances with Yasmin, she'd endure worse than she could imagine, but she
wouldn't be permanently scarred, and her life would be preserved. Not much of a
choice.

Charla was made to write a confession of all her lies, all her indecent acts,
and of her willingness to be punished by Yasmin and cleansed of her sins.
Charla wept and screamed and begged, but it was no use.

The other woman had been in the room the whole time, and at a nod from Yasmin,
set up a small table with some heated substance and strips of material. In
practically no time at all the woman waxed all traces of hair from Charla's
body, her pussy was pink and bald, and swollen from the hot wax, and even the
crack of her ass was bare. What little hair was left on her head was swiftly
waxed off as well. Charla wept the entire time, while Yasmin stood there
smirking. "Now you have nothing left to cover your nakedness" Yasmin spat at
her, "Soon the only thing covering your body will be the welts from my lash".
Yasmin looked at the woman and told her to begin Charla's internal cleansing.
Charla's arms were spread even more painfully, and her ankles were stretched
over her head. The serving woman applied some castor oil to Charla's ass pucker
and forced and enormous nozzle into her rectum. Charla squealed in pain, and
was gagged for her efforts. Without warning the woman began to pump 3 quarts of
warm soapy water into Charla's asshole.

As the water pumped into her back hole, the woman prepped Charla's cunt. She
lubed it a bit, and forced a thinner nozzle up her cunthole. Suddenly Charla's
twat was filled with some more warm soapy water. Charla sobbed pitifully as her
stomach distended from the water in her ass, and her cunt tingled from the
water gushing in there. She was miserable. She was humiliated, and her
punishment had barely begun.

After about 15 minutes both the enema and douche bag were empty, and the woman
quickly plugged both of Charla's holes to keep the water from spewing out.
Charla was groaning in agony behind the gag, but the woman ignored her. Yasmin
re-entered the room to supervise the next step and she cruelly pushed down on
Charla's stomach as Charla shrieked in agony.

Yasmin inspected Charla's body, and was obviously displeased, though not by the
breast implants, or the tattoo on her ass. Yasmin explained that the Islamic
women of her nation did not have a clitoris to be wantonly displayed and used
for pleasure. Yasmin's clitoris had been excised at the age of ten, along with
her outer vaginal lips. She approached Charla with a straight razor, and
explained that as a re-born daughter of Islam, Charla must experience the same
thing. Charla's eyes bugged out in terror as Yasmin approached her pussy with
the razor. She began hoarsely shrieking as the razor touched her clit, and then
passed out as she felt it graze her snatch.

When Charla awoke, she was bandaged from the waist down, and her cunt was in
agony, she wept bitterly and wondered how her life could have taken this turn.
She still had not been allowed to pass the water from her asshole or cunt, and
writhed around in agony. Yasmin entered the room and ordered the serving woman
to un-bandage Charla's bottom half and to pull the dildoes from her holes.

Charla almost wept with joy when she saw that her cunt lips and clit were still
intact. Yasmin smirked, and explained that Charla had just been taught her
first lesson, that her body no longer belonged to herself, but was at the mercy
of her masters and mistresses. If Charla was wise, she'd remember this lesson
each time she looked at the tiny scar on her cunt. Charla was now cunt meat,
property, to be done with as her owner's chose.

Charla was unlocked from her arm and leg restraints, and positioned over a hole
in the ground, her toilet for the duration of her confinement. She was ordered
to squat, and the plugs were emptied from her holes. The filthy water gushed
out of her, and had she not still been restrained by her neck collar, she'd
have lost her balance from the force of the water rushing out of her. She was
then brushed with a rough brush all over her flesh until her skin was pink and
glowing, and then hosed down with freezing water. She stood shivering and
weeping as she was led to a gynecological examination table.

Her ankles were put into the stirrups and spread obscenely wide. A man and two
women entered the room, a doctor she presumed, with two nurses. Charla was
restrained, and the examination began. First her breasts were squeezed and
manipulated, whipped with a small rubber hose, and finally attached to two
suction cups. A strange whirring noise began, and Charla gasped as she felt a
tremendous pulling on her tits. The pulling got stronger and stronger, as her
tits inflated and filled the cups, the doctor marked something in his pad.

He then began to examine her cunt and ass. Her holes were dilated with two
speculums at the same time, and stretched wider than she'd ever been stretched.
Her holes were measured, and a sticky liquid was poured into her, and the
doctor left the room. She shifted uncomfortably on the table as the goo inside
of her hardened.

After about a half-hour the doctor and his assistants returned and cruelly
yanked the hardened rods out of her holes. The doctor measured the completed
models, and explained that these would be the starting point dildoes for
Charla. The dildoes that she would sleep in, until her holes were stretched and
ready for the next size dildo. She was also told that the silicon in her tits
would be internally stretched, so that her tits would inflate permanently to
the size that they were now, after being suctioned.

Two weeks later Charla was returned to Yasmin. Her tits were enormous and stuck
out in front of her like torpedoes. Her nipples had been stretched so that they
were permanently rock hard, and nearly two inches in length. Her cunt and ass
were stretching quiet nicely, so that if her tormentors so desired, they could
force an eggplant up her cunt with ease, and several zucchinis up her ass.
Charla was not the same woman that she had been, she was on her way to being
transformed into a perfect obedient cunt.

Yasmin looked at Charla and smiled at her new proportions. "Charla, I
understand that you've been cursing at your trainers. I understand that you
have quite the toilet mouth, with your cursing and shouting, and that at last
we have found a perfect use for you. Your mouth will be a toilet for all that
wish to use it". Charla gasped in horror, her cunt, ass and tits had been
stretched to inhuman proportions, she'd been given daily enemas and douches,
and she'd been whipped regularly, but she could never have dreamed that she'd
be used like this.

Yasmin ordered Charla to be tied down again legs spread. She explained that
Charla would be trained to lick any ass that was presented to her. Charla
started to curse, not as whole-heartedly as she might have, before she'd been
transformed. Suddenly she saw her reflection in the mirror, her head covered
with fine brownish fuzz, where her once gorgeous hair had been, her ass covered
with welts and stuffed with an inflatable butt plug dildo, her cunt bald and
oiled, and filled with an eight inch long, 4 inch wide dildo, and her massive
tits and elongated nipples. She began to weep uncontrollably, "Are you happy
now, are you happy, you bitch?" She shouted at Yasmin.

Yasmin led a young unwashed boy over to Charla, and had him squat over her
mouth. "Breakfast is served, you cunt, better eat up", she said, and pushed him
down on Charla's mouth. Charla began to gag, and sob as the boy's ass crack
covered her face; Yasmin pushed him so that his asshole was directly over
Charla's nose. "Lap it up, you cunt, lick and suck his ass, that's all you're
good for" Yasmin shouted over and over.

Charla's face was sticky with her tears, and the sweat of the boy's ass crack.
She kept her mouth firmly shut, and refused to lick him, which he reported to
Yasmin. "This is your last chance to tongue fuck his ass, I'm warning you"
shouted Yasmin, as she grabbed a whip from the wall. She attached heavy clips
to Charla's cunt lips and pulled them wide apart, and tied them to either side
of her. She raised the whip over her head, and explained that Charla had one
last chance to tongue the boy before she began to whip her cunt.

Yasmin began to whip Charla's cunt, slowly at first, and then faster and
faster. The whip made a wicked hissing noise as it flew through the air, and
then perfect silence and then the deafening THWACK as it hit Charla's cunt.
Charla's was screaming into the boy's ass crack as the whipping continued. Over
and over the cruel tip of the whip caught her pussy lips, her thighs, and her
clit. Charla shrieked in agony as the whip cut into her ass crack, and slowly
she began to lick the boy. Yasmin continued to whip Charla's poor abused snatch
until the boy confirmed that her tongue was sliding in and out of his asshole
at a pleasing pace.

The next morning Charla's cunt was swollen to about two and a half times its
normal size. Her ass crack was covered in welts. Her breath was horrible, as
she hadn't been permitted to wash out her mouth, but had been forced to go to
sleep with the taste of the boy's asshole on her tongue.

The doctor came in and examined her, and pronounced her suitable for further
training. Yasmin walked in with 4 young black men, and had them drop their
pants, and squat, one by one over Charla's mouth. Charla was too weak to
refuse; she tongued those filthy asses one by one, digging her tongue into
their assholes, when she was ordered to. When Charla slowed down her pace, or
tried to close her mouth, Yasmin used the whip to remind her of her new place.
Charla gagged a few times when her tongue would hit some shit, and beg to be
allowed to stop, but Yasmin would grab the cat of nine tails and whip the poor
girl's cunt some more.

After Yasmin was satisfied with the cleanliness of the 4 black asses, Charla
was raised over a sawhorse with sharpened edges. Her arms were tied over her
head, and her cunt was slowly lowered to the horse. Charla wept in agony as her
poor swollen cunt dug into the sawhorse. She was too weak to move, and
whimpered and slowly humped the horse trying to find a more comfortable spot.

After about a month, Yasmin was becoming pleased with Charla's ass licking
progress. Charla was untied several times a day, and would crawl near the
bathroom, begging the members of the house to use her mouth in place of toilet
tissue. If permission was granted Charla was put into her usual position, flat
on her back and spread wide, while the willing participant would sit on her
mouth. Yasmin realized that the final training and degradation of Charla must
begin.

One day Yasmin stopped one of the boys on his way into the bathroom, and had
him bring Charla to her punishment table, before he took his usual shit. Charla
was confused, but said nothing to avoid an additional whipping. Charla was
bound and spread, and the boy squatted over her mouth. Charla stuck out her
tongue to lap up his crack, when suddenly she saw his little brown hole begin
to stretch, and expand, a tiny fart escaped, right on Charla's mouth.

She had no time to react, the boy was squeezing out the hugest shit that Charla
had ever seen, and it was heading for her face ! Yasmin began to whip Charla's
tits, and cunt, and to scream at her, "Blow it you cunt, suck it and lick it as
though it was a cock", all the while slashing the whip on Charla's nipples.
Charla kept her mouth firmly closed, and the turd slowly dropped onto her nose,
squashed on her eyelids, and squeezed into the corners of her mouth.

Yasmin explained that Charla's final position in the household was this, and
until she began to suck and tongue the turds that were being shit on her, she
would not be given any food. In fact the only solid food she'd be permitted was
the lump of shit on her face, and after she'd sucked it, she could have her
breakfast. As a final indignity the boy stood up, grabbed Charla's nose and
squeezed it shut, and began pissing on her face. She had no choice, she was
gasping for air, she opened her mouth and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of
piss. She was broken.

Three months later, a hot new sex video was released on the European market. It
featured a young woman with enormous tits, acting as a human toilet. She would
lie on her back sucking, licking, kissing and swallowing the turds that dropped
out of the asses of a group of Arabian sheiks. She would kneel in front of them
as they used her face as a urinal. The men were shown eating huge dinners, and
then using the girl's face their toilet, while she lapped up every bit. A final
close-up showed a pudgy balding man forcing a turkey drumstick up her cunt, and
another up her ass, and then holding her down as he squatted over her and
squeezed a fat smelly turd into her mouth. A veiled woman stood over her with a
whip, and beat the girl's cunt and ass and tits until she swallowed every slimy
bit.

Note, this is my first effort at erotica. I've always fantasized about toilet
training, and being forced to tongue someone's ass. Let me know what you think
of my story!
afreespirited1@excite.com