****** The Taming of Sammy by Henry G ******
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The Taming of Sammy


This is pure fiction. It draws on several ideas centering on non-violent
control, scat and young, but legal age, girls. It also has a hint of bi-sexual
contact, incest, lesbianism, some torture and various fun practices. Your
comments will be welcomed. (henrycom1@hotmail.com)


January

"If someone could come up with a method of controlling children I would pay
they a fortune," the woman complained. There were two of them sat in a
luxuriously furnished lounge. The woman speaking, Carol Phillips, was an
expensively dressed woman in her late 30s. She was a slim attractive woman with
brunette hair. The other woman was equally elegant and well dressed but a
little older. The two of them were sat enjoying coffee and their regular
sessions during which they kept up to latest developments in the small
Oxfordshire village in which they lived.

"What's the problem?" the other asked. "It's my daughter, Samantha," Carol
replied. "I can't get through to her, she won't work at school, she goes out at
night often staying out all night, she spends time with a group of obnoxious
louts from the next village. When I try to speak to her she swears at me and
locks herself in her room. What can I do?"

"I think I might be able to help," the other replied. "I know a small girls
school in Devon which has a first rate track record in handling troublesome
children, they worked wonders on my sister's child."

"Tell me more," Carol asked. "Well it doesn't come cheap but the staff there
use special techniques to develop girls into model people, they never fail.
I'll get you their phone number."


February

Charles Smythe was basically a pervert by any definition you could apply. He
was a corporal in the army but after leaving he adopted the assumed title of
major. After a few questionable deals on the stock market with more than a hint
of insider trading he had raised a large lump of money and bought a 1930's
manor house in Devon. Within this building he set up Smythe's Academy for Young
Ladies. He gathered together a group of five experienced teachers, more than
enough to teach the group of thirty pupils in his school. He specialised in
children from the age of 16 onward - little girls were not to his taste. Apart
from excellent teachers he had a secret extra which ensured their attention. He
didn't really have a great deal of interest in the education of children. His
interests lay in acquiring money, exercising power and control over others and
furthering his diverse sexual appetites.

A psychologist would easily identify the source of Smythe's behaviour. He had
attended a minor public school as a child and had been subject to more than the
usual degree of abuse which was endemic in such places. Not only was he subject
to the usual regime of brutal buggery from the older boys but his thin stature
and exceptionally large genitals led to a particular level of persecution. Even
at the age of 12 his penis was eight inches long leading to him receiving the
nickname Horse. By the time he had passed through puberty his member had
reached 11 inches erect. Additionally, his bell-end was huge giving his cock
the appearance of a deformed mushroom. Because he himself was bullied
mercilessly, he himself became a bully - not the physical form of bully,
however. Smythe specialised in control through blackmail and threat - not a
nice man.

Smythe was a thin balding man in his early fifties. He was dressed in a tweed
suit and exuded the wealth and confidence of a typical country squire. He sat
one Friday in his wood lined study enjoying his morning coffee. The room
reflected his self imposed image of a retired military man. On the walls were
hung regimental photographs, medals, various swords all apparently artifacts of
his distinguished military career. Most had in reality been purchased in
secondhand shops. He sat in an antique leather seat behind a huge desk. In the
corner of the study was an equally old chaise.

He was in a particularly good mood this day. Business was good, his school was
so successful that his reputation had spread into Europe. He was having to turn
away applicants. He was due to interview a candidate for the post of physical
education teacher. He had one applicant, a young lady called Sarah Jones. Her
CV stated that she was twenty five and had graduated in physical education from
Loughborough, the best college for this subject in the country. He rather
enjoyed the task of interviewing new staff especially if they were young,
female and vulnerable.

Presently his secretary knocked on his door. "Miss Jones is here," she
announced. "Show her in," Charles replied.

Miss Jones was certainly to his taste. She was a short ginger haired girl with
what many might describe as a full figure. She was certainly not thin and she
had what looked like at least 38DD breasts. She was wearing a light sleeveless
summer dress which had a low cut neckline which revealed a substantial expanse
of her pale twin globes. Like many redheads she had pale skin dotted with
freckles. The upper part of her breasts were particularly freckled. As she
raised her hand to shake his he noticed a bush of ginger hair poking out from
her armpit. She had all the attributes that Charles admired - he was in love.
(as in love as a nasty little man could be)

"Please sit down Miss Jones," he said in his nasty unctuous voice. "Would you
like some coffee?"

"Yes please," she replied.

"So tell me about yourself and why you want this job."

Sarah explained that she had graduated from college three years earlier top in
her class. She had started work in a school but her mother had been taken ill
and she had to stop work to look after her. Her mother had died after a long
illness and Sarah had inherited a lot of debt. In spite of her best efforts she
had not been able to find another job and the debts had mounted. She was now
desperate for money and needed the job. Charles was pleased, this was a
situation that he could manipulate in his usual fashion.

"A boarding school can be a difficult environment, Miss Jones, I must be
certain that apart from your excellent qualifications that you have an
unimpeachable character. We must ensure that the children are protected. I must
therefore ask you some personal questions." Sarah was a little unhappy about
this but agreed. "What are your sexual preferences?" Charles asked. "My
preferences are my own affair," Sarah replied. "Not if you want to work here,
my dear. I must be careful that the girls are protected. I must insist that you
are totally frank with me."

Sarah sighed and answered. "I'm bi-sexual and I enjoy scat, watersports and
anal play."

"Hmmm, I see," Smythe pondered. This lady was exactly what he needed. "You must
realise that you will need to follow close sexual guidelines laid down by me if
you are to work here, understood?" Sarah sighed, "I will follow whatever
requirements are set down." Sarah was no fool and saw what Smythe was up to.
Fine, she had no difficulties here since she had a very wide sexual taste and
could adapt to almost any situation. All she needed to do was play along to
whatever Smythe asked and the job would be hers."

"Excellent, now show me your body." Sarah stood up and lifted the skirt over
her head. She was wearing tiny panties which failed to contain the rich red
hair which grew in her crotch. Her bra was equally small only just containing
her breasts. She removed the rest of her clothes and stood naked in front of
him. She was magnificent and Charles felt his cock stiffen. Her breasts were
huge with just enough sag to reveal that they were 100% natural. Her nipples
were a light brown and were at least 2 inches across. He stroked on one of her
breasts feeling its weight - perfect. "Turn around and bed over my desk," he
husked. She did so and Charles knelt down behind her. He separated her fleshy
buttocks with his hands and looked closely at her hairy crack. The hair almost
totally covered her puckered anus. He could see the characteristic depression
in her anus which indicated regular anal sex or penetration. He sniffed at her
anus and savoured the rich and slightly sweaty musk. He then thrust his tongue
against her anus and was gratified to feel her push back. Her anus opened to
his tongue and he tasted the bitter-sweet combination of her sweat and the
residues of her last bowel movement.

Charles returned to his seat and removed his cock from his trousers. "We have
one final part of the interview to complete, the oral examination." Sarah was
amazed at what see saw. She had never seen a cock like it. It must have been at
least eleven inches long and getting on for two inches across - it was huge.
What was more incredible were the thick veins which made it look more like a
ribbed branch of a tree. His knob end was half covered by his foreskin and the
end slicked with moisture. His balls were huge and hung loosely below his cock.
Charles' tackle was not pretty but when it came down to it who cares what it
looks like as long as it does the business.

Sarah sincerely hoped Charles' cock was clean as she knelt down in front of him
taking it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked the
monstrous phallus. It tasted wonderful, a hint of soap and sweat - not that
nasty cheesy taste you get when a cock hasn't been washed. His foreskin
slithered over his engorged bell end giving no end of delightful sensations
both to Charles and to Sarah. Charles was unusual in that he always produced
copious pre-cum from his cock. Sarah sucked at the clear fluid enjoying its
flavour as it poured from his jap's eye. She ran her tongue down the cock and
took each hairy ball in her mouth feeling it slither beneath the loose scrotum.
She licked a finger and eased it under Charles and into his arse. He moaned
quietly has she thrust its full length into his tight passage. She returned to
sucking his cock while gentle massaging his prostrate gland with her finger
tip. She upped the tempo sucking deeply. Charles suddenly pulled her down on
him so his cock thrust deeply into her throat and spasmed. His floods of oily
jism flooded into Sarah's mouth and she swallowed deeply. Again the flavour was
pleasant and she relished the warmth of Charles semen as it slid down her
throat.

"The job's yours", he sighed. Sarah was pleased, not only did she have a job
but she now had a boss with a superb cock and she had access to thirty young
cunts. This was going to be fun.


February Later

A few days later Smythe called Sarah to his office, "I have a prospective
client coming in this morning, I would like you to help me with the interview."

"Who are they?" Sarah asked.

"A Mrs Phillips and her daughter Samantha," he replied. "Samantha is a typical
pupil, young and rebellious. She will require particular control if she is to
conform."

Smythe went on to explain his approach to education. "I use various inducements
to control my pupils and instill iron discipline. The provision of an excellent
education is undertaken by the five staff teachers. The question of discipline
and sex education falls to you and myself."

Carol and her daughter were shown into the office. Smythe and Sarah were sat at
one side of the table. "Please sit down," Smythe invited. Samantha had a
miserable look on her face which showed that she had no desire to be at the
school. "Have you read the agreement my solicitor sent you?"

"Yes, I want to query the requirement that you have power to take any action
you see fit and that both myself and Samantha must carry out any instructions
you may see fit to give." Carol replied. Smythe replied crisply with a hint of
steel. "I'm sorry that you are unhappy about that provision but it is
nonnegotiable. My school lives through its reputation and I guarantee to
deliver 100% success. If you don't like my terms you are free to try
elsewhere."

Carol found the requirements that Smythe imposed through the contract
unreasonable and her own lawyer had advised her not to sign it. She was at the
end of her tether with Samantha, however, and knew that Smythe could solve the
problem. Although she still wasn't happy she reluctantly signed the agreement
and handed over a cheque for 5000 pounds. "You understand that this deposit
will be forfeit if you break any aspect of the agreement?" Smythe asked. "Yes,
I understand," Carol replied. "I will expect your check of 2000 pounds on the
first day of every month to cover ongoing fees. Now that the formalities are
over I will commence Samantha's education."

"If you think I'm staying here you're wrong," Samantha suddenly spoke sulkily.
"Ah yes, I forgot another matter," Charles added. He passed slim beige folders
to both of the women - "Read these."

As Samantha and her mother read the files the colour left their faces. "As you
can see," Charles continued, " I always have a private investigator vet
prospective clients. You can see from the files that I have quite a dossier on
Samantha's contacts with various unsavoury characters involved in drugs."

"I don't do drugs," Samantha protested. "I agree that my information does not
claim that you are a drug taker. It does however provide enough circumstantial
evidence of activities which at the very least would land you in deep trouble
with the police if not worse. Now if either of you refuse to follow my
instructions then the dossier will be sent to the police. Clear?" Silently both
nodded in mute acquiescence.

Smythe put his fingers together and put on his sternest military posture.
"Good, now listen carefully. I am a military man and I base my whole philosophy
on discipline and self control. Samantha will do exactly what I or my staff
tell her. She will not even be allowed to take so much as a shit if we tell her
not to. Any refusal will result in a breach of your contract, loss of your
deposit and a package being sent to the police. Do you understand?" Samantha
and her mother nodded silently.

"Now let us get down to basics," Smythe continued. "I expect rigorous self
control in all my students and in their parents. Tell me Mrs Phillips, how good
is your self discipline?"

"What do you mean?" Carol asked.

"Is your every action under control, well considered, measured?" Smythe added.

"I think so," Carol answered.

"Let us try a simple experiment", Smythe spoke with a slight smile. "Both of
you remove your panties and give them to me." Both women looked shocked and
started to protest. "Have you forgotten my earlier instructions? You must obey
my instructions." Smythe spoke sharply. Both women stood up, lifted their
skirts and pulled down their tights and panties. Smythe caught a glimpse of
both dark bushes of pubic hair before their skirts were lowered again. "Hmmm,
very nice," he thought.

He looked at Samantha's panties and saw a dark skid mark on the gusset. He held
the panties out so that both could see the offending stain. Samantha blushed
furiously. "Tell me Mrs Phillips, is this sort of mess acceptable, does it not
show that Samantha is a lazy girl who cannot be bothered to wipe her bottom
properly?" Carol felt trapped and could not find an answer which would either
satisfy Smythe or would be the truth. "I suppose it does," she replied feeling
as though she had betrayed Samantha. Smythe examined Carol's panties and found
a similar if not bigger skid mark. He held the panties out so both could see
them. It was Carol's turn to blush - she felt like creeping into a hole and
hiding.

Smythe paused for effect and finally spoke "I see from the label that you have
expensive taste in underwear, tell me how much do panties like this cost?"

"About 50 pounds," she answered. "Really and yet you prefer to use them to wipe
shit from your arse instead toilet paper which only costs a few pence - hardly
the action of a disciplined person."

"Silk French knickers always ride up into the crack of my bottom and get dirty
like that," Carol protested, "there is nothing you can do to stop it".
"Rubbish," Smythe retorted, "If you bothered to take the time to wipe yourself
properly you would not have the problem. Thirty seconds attention to
cleanliness and problem solved. The simple fact is that you are not a good
example to your daughter, you are sloppy, lazy and wasteful. These are all
faults which I will eliminate from your daughter. Both of you put your
underwear back on."

Chastened both women dressed again. "Good, now Samantha will now need to see
the school doctor for a medical examination to ensure that there are no medical
problems that we need to be aware of. Do I have your permission for the
examination?"

"If you really think it is necessary I agree." Carol was now very angry,
embarrassed and sulky - Smythe had made an enemy. "Good, then we will proceed
with that and we need not detain you any further, Mrs Phillips." Carol left
pondering all manner of nasty things she would dearly wish to do to Smythe,
most of them involving extreme pain.

Samantha barely tolerated the medical given by the rather fat female doctor.
She found the way that her naked breasts were examined as being rather too
intimate and the way that the woman peered up her cunt and poked a rubber
gloved finger up her arse quite disgusting. She stood watching as Samantha gave
her urine sample into a small glass bottle. The woman was quite clearly a
lesbian if not a pervert. After the medical Samantha was taken by Sarah to a
small room containing three beds. Sarah pointed at one bed which had Samantha's
bags under it. "That's your bed, unpack and get tidied up," Sarah instructed
and left.

Samantha had started to unpack when two other girls came in. These were her new
room-mates and they soon introduced themselves as Cathy and Jane and started
chatting. "What is this place like?" Samantha asked. "Basically it's the worst
boot camp on earth," her new friends replied. "Smythe and his sidekick Jones
are complete bastards. Every day we have complete inspections and they look out
for any detail out of place. Not only do the room, our beds and lockers have to
be clean and immaculately tidy, we also have strip examinations." Samantha was
confused, "What is a strip examination?"

"It's the same as the panty examination you've just had at the interview but in
greater depth. They examine every part of our clothing and bodies to ensure
that their standards of cleanliness are being met. Jones looks between your
toes and under your nails for dirt, sniffs your armpits to make sure they are
clean, she even checks your arse to make sure it is clean and properly wiped.
It's disgusting and perverted. The worst bit there is nothing we can do to
refuse. It's all part of Smythe's regime of discipline and self control. It
wouldn't surprise me if one day he checked to make sure that each of our pubic
hair were combed and standing to attention." The girls laughed at this absurd
idea.

"What happens if you fail inspection?" Sam asked. "They have various ways of
basically humiliating you.", came the reply. "Like what?" Samantha dreaded what
the answer would be. "Well last week one girl failed armpit inspection - she
hadn't shaved properly. Smythe went apeshit he gave the girl a huge enema and
made her sit naked in front of the whole school for an hour. The girl is very
shy anyway and what made it worse she couldn't hold out and shit herself in
front of every one." Samantha groaned in despair. Her new friends put their
arms around her reassuringly and said "Don't let it worry you, it's OK if we
stick together." Samantha didn't receive much reassurance from this and
expected the worst.

Two hours later Smythe was still in his study enjoying the huge amounts listed
in his bank account when Sarah came in carrying a slim file and sat on Smythe's
lap. Her very short skirt rode up and she rubbed her naked rear against his
crotch. "Here is Samantha's medical report, she is very healthy. She is also a
virgin so we'll have to tread carefully on how we deal with her," she reported.
"Yessss," answered Smythe, enjoying the soft pressure of Sarah's plump arse
rubbing his cock.

Sarah felt Smythe's bulging cock push against the gap between her arse cheeks.
"I feel quite horny," Sarah whispered, "would you like some light
entertainment?"

"Yes, that would be quite acceptable," Smythe husked. Smythe opened his fly and
his cock sprung out between Sarah's cheeks. Sarah felt his cock-head press
against her anus and she pressed down gently rotating against his cock. She
felt the moisture from his cock starting to ooze into her arse lubricating her
passage. She stood and moved over to the chaise in the corner of the office and
knelt down with her arse pointing towards Smythe.

He got up and walked over to Sarah. He bent down and licked at her anus. He
tasted the slick deposits of his juices and pushed his tongue into her opening
anus. The more he pushed the more she opened for him. As he did she gave off a
long fart. The hot gas gusted from her hot cavernous rectum into Smythe's
mouth. Naturally he enjoyed it. He stood and gently pressed the end of his cock
against her anus revolving it gently opening and lubricating her opening. Sarah
felt the delightful friction of Smythe cock and gasped as he eased the bellend
in. She had taken large cocks up her arse before but this was something else.
She felt her anal ring start to stretch uncomfortably and then with a slight
popping sensation his bellend was in. She sighed with pleasure and pushed
against Smythe until his entire length was buried in her and his balls resting
against her cunt. "Fuck me!", she gasped. Smythe starting to thrust in and out
gently at first and then faster and harder. The friction against his cock was
amazing and he soon felt the pressure of his ejaculation develop. With a final
thrust he spurted deeply into Sarah's bowels. Sarah was amazed how the cock
increased its size and throbbed with every spurt as Smythe ejaculated.

Although Smythe had finished Sarah needed more. "Fist me," she begged him.
Smythe pulled his cock out. Sarah's anus was lying relaxed and wide open. He
eased first two then three then four fingers into her anus. His copious
deposits of semen provided plenty of lubrication and he eased his thumb in as
well. He continued to ease his hand into her anus, rotating and pushing, up to
his knuckles at which point Sarah gave a little gasp and asked him to slow up.
After a moment to allow the pain to subside she asked him to continue and
Smythe pushed his hand in past the knuckles and finally had his hand in up to
the wrist. He paused to give Sarah time to adjust. Sarah hadn't felt so full
before. It was like having a huge turd in her arse. The feeling was amazing.
She reached between her legs and felt the edge of her anus - she couldn't
believe how much it was stretched. She then started to rub her clit feeling the
sensations build up. As she felt the familiar tensions build up she asked
Smythe to push more of his arm in. Slowly, very slowly Smythe pushed until he
could not insert any more of his arm. He was amazed to see that almost all of
him forearm was buried in Sarah's rear. His arm was wrapped in this hot moist
sleeve. Although Sarah had obviously had a thorough shit beforehand his hand
felt the softer deposits high up in her bowel.

Sarah couldn't believe the sensation. Amazingly full but combined with her
expert manipulation of her clit superbly erotic. Smythe moved his arm in and
out slightly providing a delicious friction to Sarah's anal ring. Feeling this
she increased her rubbing until her orgasm swept over her - she had never
experienced anything so powerful and she collapsed gasping. As her reaction
subsided Smythe gently eased his arm and had out leaving an anus gaping at
least 3 inches across. Sarah rolled over and Smythe could see from her bright
red face, neck and breasts that she had experienced a major orgasm. "God that
was amazing!!" Sarah gasped.


March

Samantha and Cathy lay in bed in the dark feeling cold and miserable. What had
started out as a wonderful day had gone badly wrong. Their English teacher,
Miss Taylor, was a total swine. She was a fifty year old spinster whose
nastiness and pedantry made all the girl's lives hell. She took great delight
in highlighting and ridiculing the slightest faults in the girls' work. That
day the girls had an English test and Jane had come up with a brilliant plan.
She had obtained an undetectable but powerful laxative and had bribed one of
the kitchen staff to dose Miss Taylor's breakfast tea with it.

At eleven o clock the test had convened. Miss Taylor took her place at the head
of the room. She announced that they had two hours to complete the test and
that any person caught not working would fail. Further more she hoped that all
girls had been to the toilet before hand because under no circumstances would
any pupil be allowed to leave the room during the test. Jane smiled at her
friends anticipating the fun to come. After half an hour the loud growling
sound of churning bowels came from the front of the room. Jane looked up to see
Miss Taylor wriggling in her seat and looking very uncomfortable. As time
progressed Miss Taylor looked more and more uneasy as she fought to control her
bowels. She paced up and down in an attempt to ease the pressure inside her.
Finally her iron will could no longer prevent the inevitable and with a cry she
moved towards the door. As her hand reached for the door handle she suddenly
she farted loudly and stopped, clenching her legs together. Whimpering she
continued to fart each sounding wetter than the last. A brown stain spread
across the rear of her skirt and trickles of brown fluid appeared running down
her legs onto her shoes. The room filled with the smell of her shit as she
continued to fill her pants. Finally she ran to the door and down the corridor
crying loudly. Everyone in class fell about laughing - revenge was sweet.

Within minutes Smythe appeared at the door and he was seriously pissed off. He
demanded to know who was responsible. Everyone was silent. Smythe became even
more angry and stated that unless someone owned up by the end of the day all
pupils would be punished severely. All the girls knew what would happen if Jane
owned up and that it would be better if all the girls shared the punishment -
in any event it was worth it to see Miss Taylor's demise. Everyone kept quiet.
Unfortunately Smythe discovered how the laxative had been administered himself
and soon established that Jane was to blame. Jane was expelled instantly.

Jane had been a good friend and Samantha and Cathy missed her terribly. As
Samantha lay in bed sobbing she felt Cathy slip into bed with her. They hugged
each other for comfort and settled down to sleep. Samantha was awoken a little
later by the sensation of Cathy gently stroking her stomach. Samantha was quite
inexperienced sexually and apart from some deep kissing and heavy petting with
the boys and had not experienced any sexual contact with girls. Cathy's hand
slipped between Sam's legs and stroked her hairy sex. Sam felt floods of heat
run up her body. This must be wrong but it was such fun. Before, when she had
been heavy petting with the boys, they pushed their hands roughly into her
pants and tried to shove their fingers into her cunt - no finesse, just brutal
lust. Cathy was different, her touch was light and gentle, teasing Sam's clit
and lips bringing out floods of juices from her cunt. Being a woman Cathy knew
where to touch and how. Cathy moved down the bed kissing Sam's stomach. As she
reached Sam's bush she eased Sam's legs apart. She started to lick up and down
Sam's cunt stopping from time to time to suck on her clit. The sensations were
amazing and in spite of herself Sam felt her lower body thrusting up to meet
Cathy's mouth. Her clit felt swollen and erect and Cathy sucked on it like a
small cock. Cathy put her hands under Sam's bottom and lifted up as she moved
her tongue downwards towards Sam's puckered anus. She started to lick gently
and this little hole revelling in the special taste. Sam was amazed - this was
so rude, so dirty but so nice. Sam was in heaven and gasped as the flood of
sensation from Cathy's tongue and mouth filled her body. With a small sharp cry
Sam experienced her first real orgasm.

Cathy moved back up the bed and kissed Sam. her mouth was wet with Sam's juices
and smelled of a musky scent. "How was that?", Cathy asked. "Brilliant". Sam
replied. Sam thought that perhaps she should return to compliment and moved
between Cathy's legs. To her surprise she found the smell of Cathy's cunt a
real turn on. It was a mixture of sweat, Cathy's musky secretions and a hint of
piss. Cathy was obviously turned on because her cunt was sopping with juices.
As Sam pushed her tongue in Cathy's cunt opened like a flower. The opening was
larger than Sam's and Sam guessed that unlike herself Cathy was not a virgin.
Cathy thrust against Sam fucking her cunt with Sam's tongue. Cathy lifted her
legs to her chest lifting her ass up to Sam's mouth. Sam wasn't sure she want
to do this but since Cathy had licked her arse she should in all honesty offer
the same service. Tentatively Sam brushed her tongue against Sam's puckered
anus. To her surprise Sam found the taste most agreeable. Sweaty, musky with a
slight bitterness. She licked more firmly moving her tongue in circular
movements and then poking the central hole. As she pushed at Cathy's anus Sam
was surprised as it relaxed and opened allowing her tongue to enter. The taste
was stronger as Sam's tongue reached smears of shit. "Do you want a special
gift?" Cathy asked. Not knowing what she meant Sam said OK. "Press your mouth
over my ass and push your tongue in," Cathy instructed. As Sam did this Cathy
pushed down. Her anus opened and a small firm turd eased into Sam's mouth. This
was a shock, Sam first found the heat and strong taste disgusting and she
started to gag. She willed herself to accept the turd into her mouth and soon
found the need to gag went away. The turd was about three inches long and
filled Sam's mouth nicely. She eased a finger into Cathy's shitty anus and
started to push it in and out. Cathy started to gasp, "Kiss me", she cried.

As their mouths met Cathy sucked the turd from Sam's mouth. They then started
to pass the turd back and forth between their mouths. As they did their saliva
softened and dissolved the turd forming a rich bitter fluid which filled their
mouths and dribbled out over their chins. Sam's finger moved faster into
Cathy's ass and Cathy started to rub Sam's cunt. Faster and faster their hands
moved until they both climaxed. As they did they sucked deeply on each other's
mouths chewing the turd and swallowing both it and the shit juice. Carefully
they licked each other's mouths clean and in a pink haze of exhausted ecstasy
fell asleep. As she drifted off to sleep Sam wondered what had got into her.
She should be disgusted with herself having eaten Cathy's shit but somehow it
seemed almost the natural thing to do.


Earlier

Sarah Jones was walking down the corridor as Miss Taylor ran past leaving a
trail of liquid shit on the floor. Sarah followed Miss Taylor into the washroom
and found her slumped against the wall sobbing. "Let's get some these dirty
clothes off," Jane suggested solicitously and helped her into the shower booth.
Soon Miss Taylor was stood naked. She had a scrawny body verging on the
emaciated with sagging breasts flopping against her ribs. Her cunt was thickly
thatched with grey hair which barely covered the most pendulous labia Sarah had
seen. Sarah gave Miss Taylor a reassuring hug and kissed her. Sobbing she
kissed back thrusting her tongue into Sarah's mouth. "Wow this woman has some
life in her", Sarah thought. Suddenly Miss Taylor farted shooting a jet of
liquid shit down Sarah's leg and onto her hand. Sarah couldn't resist the
temptation and licked some of the fluid off her fingers. The taste was bitter
with bile and extremely arousing. Normally she would have delighted in eating
(or drinking in this case) this malodorous substance but she was worried that
much of laxative might have passed through Miss Taylor's body and the last
thing Sarah needed was a dose of the shits. What she did want was to bathe in
the brown juice feeling its slick slime over her body.

She quickly stripped off and knelt down behind Miss Taylor and buried her face
between her arse cheeks. The smell was amazing and she licked at Miss Taylor's
sore anus. Without warning another fart blasted another jet of diarrhea. Sarah
jerked her head back and the stream blasted into her neck and flooded down her
breasts. She grasped her fleshy breasts and massaged the brown fluid into them.
Her nipples hardened almost to the point of discomfort and she felt her breasts
firm up as the blood vessels became engorged. Jet after jet of hot stinking
fluid burst from Miss Taylor's rectum splashing onto Sarah until hardly any of
her body was uncovered. Sarah rubbed her cunt pushing her fingers into herself
not worrying that the liquid shit was being pushed up inside of her. She knew
she might pay for this later with a dose of thrush or other infection but the
pleasure was too great to worry about it. She writhed with the pleasure until
with a gasp she peaked.

Miss Taylor was exhausted from the propulsive behaviour of her bowels and had
slumped to the floor of the shower stall. She sat facing Sarah with her legs
wide apart.. Her farts were lessening as her system emptied itself, a trickle
of brown fluid flowing across the floor from her swollen anus to the drain.
Sarah was amazed not only at the length of Miss Taylor's fleshy labia but also
her clitoris which peeped out like a baby's finger between them. Sarah knelt
right down and sucked on Miss Taylor's cunt teasing and pulling on both the
labia and the clitoris. Despite her discomfort Miss Taylor moaned and bucked
her hips while pulling Sarah's face into her groin. With a number of small
staccato farts she came. They lay together gasping in a pool of shit until they
had sufficiently recovered to shower and get clean.

The next day Samantha sat quietly at her desk in her room gazing out of the
window. She was deeply miserable and confused. She didn't consider herself to
be any more uncontrollable than any other children, she just found the petty
rules that her mother and her old school imposed on her unnecessary. All she
wanted was to have fun before she was too old to enjoy herself. She thought
that sending her to this special school was an overreaction and she felt deeply
betrayed by her mother. The scene in Smythe's office when she had to remove her
pants was mortifying and she doubted that she would ever forgive her mother for
this torture. The school was hell on wheels but she couldn't run away because
of Smythe's threats to report her to the police. She was trapped. The only
positive aspect was Cathy and then she was unsure about how things stood. Sam
never considered herself a lesbian or even bi-sexual. Up to the night she slept
with Cathy she wouldn't have imagined herself touching or kissing another girl
let alone licking her cunt and eating her shit. It was all too disgusting to
imagine but the trouble was that she enjoyed it and worse of all, she wanted to
do it again.

Her reverie was interrupted by one of the other girls coming into the room.
"Your mother is on the telephone, she wants to speak to you." Samantha
reluctantly left the room and went to the phone in the hall. She picked up the
phone and spoke coldly. "What do you want?"

"Sam, I want to apologise to you for all that has happened," her mother spoke
quietly. "I hadn't realised what a swine that man is and had I known I wouldn't
have subjected you to that horrible ordeal."

"You took your time apologising," Sam answered peevishly, "I've been here a
month."

"I know, I'm sorry for that too but I needed to do some thinking. Listen Sam, I
can't give you any details but I want you keep notes of anything that Smythe
does to you or any of the girls, can you do that?" Sam was suddenly interested.
"You mean like keep a journal?"

"Yes, exactly, every little detail no matter how small. Try listening at
keyholes, peeping through windows, any little bit of dirt you can find." Sam
suddenly felt a seed of hope, maybe something she could do to get some payback.
"Sure, no problem, I'll slip anything I turn up into my weekly letter." They
spoke for a further couple of minutes exchanging gossip for effect and Sam then
rang off. " Perhaps the game is only just starting", she pondered.


April

It was a pleasant spring afternoon as Smythe sat by the window of his study. He
was watching the hockey game on the school field through a telescope. He really
enjoyed watching the girls in their short skirts running about the field. Those
firm young thighs, bouncing tits and the occasional flash of white underwear
were a delight. He was particularly delighted to watch Sarah Jones as she ran
about refereeing the match.

All to soon the game finished with his school team winning the match. He
reluctantly left the window and sat behind his desk. Shortly Sarah came into
the study, still breathing heavily from her exertion. She was sweating heavily
and her shirt was almost transparent from the moisture. She slumped into a
chair.

"God that was hard, I must be getting old," she gasped. Smythe wasn't listening
as he knelt before her and removed her trainers. He lifted her foot up and
sniffed her sock-covered foot. The sock was very damp and had a strong sweaty
smell. Intoxicated he sucked on her covered toes, the rank smell filled his
senses. Pulling off the sock he continued licking, kissing and sucking her
toes, taking eye toe in turn into his mouth tasting the sweaty filth between
them. Sarah as almost as delirious with lust feeling the sensuous rubbing of
his tongue and lips.

Unconsciously Sarah eased her legs apart and Smythe could see her soggy panties
peeping from under her short skirt. He transferred his attentions to the narrow
panty gusset licking and sucking like a man possessed. The sweat and other
subtle tangs continued to raise his passions. Sarah pulled her shirt over her
head and removed her bra. Smythe pulled her over to the chaise and roughly
pulling her panties down thrust his throbbing penis into her crotch. Without
pausing to check if Sarah was lubricated his monstrous member was forced into
her cunt. As it pushed its way in Sarah gasped with a mixture of shock, slight
pain and delicious violation.

As he lay on her thrusting more deeply, Smythe sucked at her hirsute armpit
tasting the pungent flavour of her body. Sarah hadn't felt so full before and
was surprised that with each thrust more and more of Smythe disappeared into
her. Soon all his cock was buried in her and she felt his huge balls slapping
against her arse. Smythe spasmed and she felt his hot fluid jet against her
womb and felt it trigger her own orgasm. Smythe seemed to continue jetting for
an eternity. Sarah's vagina could not contain it all and she felt it overflow
and trickled down her crack over her anus. She had taken Smythe into each of
her body openings and this was certainly the best yet.


May

Smythe sat in his study with Sarah. On the table lay half a dozen files. They
were discussing the progress of their pupils.

Smythe took a sip of his coffee and spoke. "Moving on the Samantha Phillips,
she is performing excellently in her academic studies, all the staff agree she
is both able and diligent. How is her games performance?"

"She works hard and is playing in both the hockey and net ball teams," Sarah
replied.

"Hmm," Smythe pondered. "Her general attitude still leaves much to be desired.
I think we need to teach her humility. Please take the earliest opportunity to
give her a sharp lesson. Now moving on... ... .."

Some days later Sarah walked into Sam's bedroom. She was carrying a plastic
ground sheet which she threw on the floor. She told Cathy to leave the room.
Cathy fumbled in the wardrobe for her coat leaving the door slightly open.
Sarah didn't notice the small red light flashing within the wardrobe or the
wink Cathy gave to Sam.

"This is a spot inspection, undress!" Sarah commanded. Sam objected saying that
she didn't want to undress. "Do so at once or you'll regret it," Sarah
shrieked. Slowly and reluctantly Sam complied. She stood there with her arm
across her breasts and one hand over the junction of her thighs. "Don't be
stupid child," Sarah shouted knocking Sam's arms down. She then gripped each
Sam's nipples tightly and twisted them. Sam cried out in pain.

Sarah picked up Sam's discarded knickers and examined the gusset closely. She
saw a dark skid mark and after sniffing the gusset held the knickers out so Sam
could see them. "You filthy cow, you've shit in your pants," she accused. Sam
looked down in apparent embarrassment. "Obviously you like shit, well I've got
plenty for you." Sarah pulled down her own knickers and after lifting her skirt
bent over. "Lick my anus!" she instructed. Sam hesitated and then knelt down.
She pulled Sarah's cheeks apart. Sarah's anus was filthy as was the rest of her
crack. She had not wiped herself since her last dump, two days previously. She
had been saving up for this special lesson.

"Well then, get on with it," she spoke testily. Sam licked. The smell and taste
was disgusting. Sarah had obviously not bathed for days, her crotch smelt of a
rank combination of shit and fish. Sam's scat activities prepared her for the
smell but she still coughed and gagged. "Finish the job!" Sarah was not going
to let her off. Sam licked swallowing the caked deposits until Sarah's crack
was clean. As her mouth was over Sarah's anus Sarah farted violently. Sam's
mouth was filled with a hot stinking cloud of gas. Her stomach heaved.

Sarah roughly grabbed a handful of Sam's pubic hair and pulled. "Spread the
ground sheet on the floor and lie on it." Sam complied. Sarah squatted over
Sam's face. "Open your mouth!"

"Please no," Sam begged. "One more word and I'll send a certain parcel to the
police," Sarah threatened. Sam whimpered loudly and opened her mouth. Sarah
pissed sending a blasting jet of hot yellow fluid into Sam's mouth. She choked
and gasped gagging up the fluid which found its way into her throat. "Swallow
it!" came the inevitable command. Sam swallowed. When finished Sarah roughly
rubbed her crotch over Sarah's face wiping clean her labia and pubic hair.

Sarah moved down Sam's body She stopped and began to strain. Sam saw her anus
start to bulge and the tip of a dark turd appear. "Please don't shit on me!"
she whimpered. "Shut up brat," came the reply. Sarah strained further and the
turd slowly emerged crackling greasily. Its pungent smell reached Sam's face
and again she gagged. The turd had reached Sam's breasts and lay on her chest.
Further turds fell as Sarah deposited two days worth of waste. Once finished
she rubbed her filthy anus on Sam's face. "Clean me." Sam licked. Although she
actually liked the taste she protested loudly saying that she felt sick. "Puke
and you'll lick it up!!" Sarah retorted.

Sarah stood. Sam lay there quietly sobbing with a foul heap of excreta on her
chest. She roughly pulled Sam's legs up and apart. Roughly with no lubrication
she forced her finger into Sam's anus. Sam cried out loudly with pain. A second
finger was inserted followed by a third. Sarah reamed her fingers in and out
rotating them each action causing further moans of pain. Once she was happy
that Sam's anus was opened up she took a piece of her shit and thrust it into
Sam's anus. More pain, more humiliation. Sam was openly and loudly crying now.
Sarah continued to feed pieces of her shit into Sam until no more would go in.
"Now you know what a shitty arse is like!" She leant forward and squashed and
smeared the remaining pile of shit into Sam's chest, face, stomach and crotch.
Sam lay there unrecognisable beneath a thick brown layer of shit.

Sarah stood up and after wiping her hands on Sam's knickers and blouse, pulled
on her own knickers and started to leave. "Clean yourself and the room, bitch."
She left.

Sam stopped crying and stood up. Behind the brown mask on her face she was
smiling evilly as she reached in to the wardrobe and switched of the video
camera. "Got you!" she murmured. Cathy walked in smiling, "Are you OK?"

"Never better," Sam replied. Cathy laughed and kissed Sam's shitty lips. "Come
on, lets get you cleaned up."


The Next Day

Smythe smiled as he heard Cathy's report on Sam's special lesson. "She won't be
so high and mighty now," she gloated. Her smile froze as she heard the sound of
raised voices outside the door. "What the hell is that?" The door flew open and
several women led by Carol Phillips marched in. Smythe's secretary tried to
stop them but was knocked down in the rush.

"We've got you by the balls, you pair of shits," Carol shouted. Smythe stood
up. "Get out!!" He blustered only to be pushed back into his seat. "Shut up you
shit and listen"

"After your disgusting behaviour towards me and Sam I decided to teach you a
lesson." Carol began. "I don't take kindly to anyone telling me how to live my
life and how to deal with my personal hygiene. I spoke to some of the other
mothers and we decided that if you had incriminating material on us then the
least we could do is get some material on you. Our daughters are more clever
than you give them credit for and have gathered a nice portfolio on the two of
you." With that she inserted a video tape into the recorder on the side table.
Smythe and Sarah silently watched the video of Sam being pissed on, shat on and
abused. The various photographs of the two of them fucking and sucking were
viewed with equal dismay. Lastly was the tape recording of the two of them
planning the punishment of Sam and other girls.

"I'm sure the police will enjoy viewing this material," Carol continued. "It
should result in quite a prison sentence for both of you."

"What do you want," he asked, a defeated man. "Our demands are quite simple,"
Carol spoke. "First, you will give us all copies of the material you have
against the pupils and parents. Secondly, you will appoint the dozen parents
here as governors who will dictate exactly how the school will operate. No
punishment, inspections or other ill-treatment will take place without our
agreement. Thirdly we will take a portion of the school fees as remuneration
for our services as governors. We will take 50% of the moneys in your accounts
as of now. Finally, you will act as our slaves obeying any command we or the
pupils give. If you concur you will be allowed to continue to operate the
school and stay out of jail."

Smythe knew he was beaten. "I agree."

Carol smiled. "Good, now lead the way to the changing rooms." Smythe and Sarah
walked to the changing rooms followed by their dozen tormentors. Once there
Carol told them to strip and go into the shower area. On the tiled floor were
two tall wooden benches fitted with ropes. Smythe was bent over one and secured
tightly. Sarah was laid on her back on the other and also secured. "You enjoy
persecuting and torturing young girls and we think its payback time. We have
been saving up our shit for days and we all really need to take a big dump."
Carol continued. "Ready girls?" she asked and the women all stripped.

Carol stood in front of Smythe and held up a huge strap-on dildoe so he could
see it. It was as long as his huge cock but was at least three inches across.
Carol spoke as she strapped it on. "I know you like screwing girls arses with
your grotesque cock, I wonder how you like your arse being fucked." Smythe
began to sweat as he recalled the treatment he had received at school.

Carol stood behind him and parted his scrawny buttocks. She pressed then end of
the didoe against his anus and pushed firmly. Without preparation or lubricant
the dildoe tore into his rectum. Smythe shrieked in pain and struggled against
his bonds. Carol grinned and thrust in and out for what seemed an eternity to
Smythe but was in reality only a couple of minutes. She pulled out the plastic
cock leaving his gaping, torn and bleeding anus. "His arse looks a little hot,
maybe it needs cooling down," a woman spoke. Climbing on top of the bench she
squatted and pissed onto Smythe's anus. More cries of pain came from him as the
hot salty fluid washed over his torn flesh.

Cathy and Sam stood near the door watching this with pleasure. "I want first
try with Sarah," Sam called out. She too was naked and she walked over to
Sarah. "Hello again, nice to see you," she smiled. "I have a little problem. I
feel constipated and haven't been able to shit for three days. I've filled my
bowel with a large enema and think I might be able to finally take a dump.
Would like you to be my toilet?" Sarah looked horrified as Sam climbed up onto
the bench and squatted over her face. "Open you mouth, Sarah dear," Sam
requested. Sarah pressed her lips tightly together. Carol stepped over and
grasped Sarah's clit between her fingers. "Do what you're told or I'll pinch
hard." Sarah opened her mouth and Sam pressed her anus against it.

With a slight push she ejected the contents of her bowel into Sarah's mouth.
Sarah's eyes bugged as she tried to cope with the flood of liquid shit. She
desperately tried swallowing before she drowned. Jets of the stinking brown
fluid escaped through the gap between her lips and Sam's rear and flooded down
Sarah's neck, over her face and up her nose. The air compressed in Sam's gut by
the enema also escaped as a series of loud farts blasting into Sarah's face.
Finally Sam was finished and she climbed down. Sarah lay there gasping and
gagging.

This was a signal for the rest of the women to start. All of them dumped their
collected faeces on the two victims, smearing it or pushing it into mouths,
arses or Sarah's cunt, as they saw fit.

All too soon it was over, the women showered and left the changing room. The
two victims were left behind, still tied, as almost recognisable shit coated
masses.


Epilogue

Carol and Sam sat in the lounge of their home. Carol spoke quietly. "Sam I hope
you forgive me for sending you to that place"

"Yes I now see that you meant the best," she smiled. "Seeing those two buried
under that huge pile of shit certainly made me feel better."

"Thank you Sam!" Carol hugged Sam and kissed her on the lips. Sam felt a tingle
at the kiss and without realising what she was doing kissed back, her lips
opening. Carol was shocked but responded her tongue questing into Sam's mouth.
"This is wrong," she thought, but she couldn't stop herself. Her hand rested
lightly on Sam's breast squeezing gently. Their hands roamed over each other,
slipping under clothing feeling hot skin. Slowly they stripped each other until
they lay naked in each other's arms. Sam looked at her mother's body secretly
comparing it to her own. Her mother's breasts were heavier, the nipples darker
and more erect but overall younger and firmer than she expected. Her hips were
wide and her stomach slightly fleshier leading down to an uncut bush of pubic
hair. Tracing across the stomach were silvery stretch marks. Sam felt a twinge
of guilt, the marks were her fault caused when her mother's belly was swollen
by her infant body. She leant over and kissed her mother's stomach gently
tracing each mark with her lips. Carol felt a surge of lust as Sam's lips
crossed the sensitive nerves of her stomach.

Sam smelt the excited musk of Carol's sex and she ran her tongue through the
pubic bush over the plump mons to the fleshy lips of her sex. Carol's vagina
oozed with fluid showing her intense arousal. Gently Sam licked and sucked,
probing with her tongue, teasing the clit and labia. Carol gasped and pressed
Sam's face against her as she orgasmed.

"Sam, can I ask a question," Carol was hesitant. "Of course," came the reply.
"What does shit taste like? Seeing the video made me feel very strange and gave
me urges I have never had before."

Rather than speak Sam turned around so that they were in the classic 69
position. Carol leant up and licked Sam's clit. It seemed odd to be sucking at
her on daughter's genitals but the taste was pretty good. She ran her tongue
upward and Sam moved her anus down to meet her. The taste came as a slight
shock to Carol. There was a strong smell of shit and sweat which made her pulse
race. This was exciting. She licked the tight ring of Sam's anus rejoicing in
the bitter taste and the way the hole opened to her probings. Sam spoke. "Open
you mouth wide." As Carol did Sam strained. Her anus bulged and a brown turd
emerged. Sam clenched her anus almost immediately so that a two inch piece fell
off into Carol's mouth.

Carol's instinctive reaction was to retch. She willed herself to accept this
foul smelling lump and keep it in her mouth. Slowly she closed her mouth and
mashed the turd against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. A powerful taste
burst from the fractured shit filling her mouth and senses. She gagged some
more and struggled against this reflex. Disgust slowly changed to pleasure as
she sucked and chewed and overcame the psychological barrier against eating
shit. She swallowed with a sigh.

"Do you want more?" Sam asked. "Yes please!!" came the reply. Again Sam
strained and this time forced a large turd which filled Carol's mouth
completely." Again she slowly sucked and chewed taking down this brown gift.
The cycle repeated and repeated until Sam was fully spent. Carol leant forward
and with infinite tenderness licked Sam's anus clean, teasing the sensitive
nerves bringing her to the climax she has yet to achieve.

Sam smiled to herself seeing Carol's face. Carol was normally fastidiously
clean and well made up. It seemed strange to see her red lips smeared with a
brown lipstick and small trickles of brown fluid down her chin. "How was it?"
she asked. "Heaven," Carol replied.

Sam was glad and had a definite feeling that they would have a lot more fun in
the future. As for Smythe and Sarah, there was a lot of fun to be had there
too.