Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 13:01:12 +0000
From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Natasha part 15

Olivia's special date

Thanks to David for the great writing and ideas


By Will Adams

Olivia Smith did return for further abuse, just as Natasha thought she
would.  After weeks of dominating the 39-year-old, rich blonde, Natasha told
Olivia she had a "special date" planned for her.

Olivia was instructed to wear one of her expensive short black cocktail
dresses and to pick up Natasha at 8:00 pm sharp.  Olivia arrived at
Natasha's house promptly to avoid being punished if late and was let in by
Beverly, who then disappeared into the kitchen, knowing her proper place as
her daughter's whore.

Natasha came down the stairs to find Olivia standing near the doorway
waiting for her.  Natasha looked the blonde up and down and was satisfied
with the dress she chose.  Natasha was dressed in a short denim mini skirt,
no panties and a tight tank top.  Natasha approached Olivia and grabbed a
handful of her dress.

"Open your mouth slut." Lightning fast Natasha launched a wad of spit right
into Olivia's offered orifice.

Natasha watched as Olivia swallowed the spit freshly delivered to her.

Meanwhile, Olivia leered at Natasha, loving how the young teenager who had
come to dominate her life looked in her outfit and loving it that she was
Natasha's spittoon.

"Let's go," Natasha ordered.  As Olivia turned around to leave the house
Natasha shouted "Stop!"

Olivia turned back around to face Natasha wondering what she could have
done.  Natasha reached up under the front of Olivia's dress and palmed the
older woman's pussy through her panties.

"You really are a stupid fuck, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Olivia responded, realizing she had disobeyed one of
Natasha's orders, no panties.  Olivia was so excited about her "special
date", not that she knew where they were going, she must have forgotten.

"Take them off, now!" Natasha bellowed standing with her hand out waiting
for Olivia's panties.  Olivia reached under her dress and slid her panties
off as quickly as possibly and handed them to Natasha.

"Face the wall and bend over," barked Natasha.

As Olivia complied, Natasha tossed the back hem of Olivia's dress up over
her ass and delivered a hard slap, "Smack" "Smack" to each cheek.  Olivia
had barely begun to feel the sting when she felt pressure on her asshole.
Natasha proceeded to push Olivia's panties inside of her, until the blue
panties were completely encased by Olivia's asshole flesh.

Once the panties were buried inside Olivia's ass Natasha grabbed Olivia by
the back of her neck and turned her around to face her.  "You won't make
that mistake again."  Olivia was sure she wouldn't.  "Now let's go," Natasha
said.

Olivia was told to drive her fancy Mercedes SL to an area of the city that
was getting pretty rundown.  Old warehouses lined the streets, some of them
abandoned for years now.  Natasha instructed Olivia to make a left or a
right when needed.  While Olivia drove, Natasha had her hand up under her
skirt playing with herself.

Eventually Olivia was told to turn down a wide alley between two buildings.
Part way down the alley she spotted a homeless person, she thought it was a
woman, lying on the ground near a garbage dumpster.

"Keep your ass in that seat," Natasha ordered and exited the car.

Olivia watch through the windshield as Natasha approached the person on the
ground.  As she started talking to the person, Olivia could now see it was
indeed a woman.  She couldn't determine the woman's age, but she was
definitely Olivia's junior.  They spoke for about a minute when Natasha
picked something up and put it in her pocket.

Natasha walked back towards the car, stopped and leaned over the hood.

"Get out, slut," Natasha said.  "Leave the lights on."

Olivia opened the door and exited the car.  She walked towards Natasha at
the front of the car.

"You do whatever that skank tells you, and I do mean whatever, if you don't
obey her every order, I'll drive off in your car, leave you here and it's
the last you'll ever see of my body."

"Yes, Mistress."

Natasha hiked her skirt up and sat up on the hood of the car as Olivia
neared the homeless woman.  She began to play with herself as she awaited
Olivia's debasement by the street person in the spotlight of the car's
headlights.

Olivia couldn't tell where the smell was coming from, the dumpster or the
woman, and then realized it didn't matter.  She knew she had to do what
Natasha wanted or be punished.  Or even worse, be denied being Natasha's
shit receptacle.

The straps of Olivia's dress were slid off her shoulders to expose her big
tits.  The homeless woman grabbed them and squeezed them alternately, in
between licks to Olivia's nipples.  Once Olivia's nipples were hard she
pinched them as tight as she could between her fingers.  The homeless twat
pinched them so hard that Olivia cried out in pain, but no one in the alley
cared, certainly not Natasha.

Next the homeless woman removed her top.  Her skin was pale but dirty.  As
they both stood there topless the homeless woman began to speak.  Olivia
could see she was missing several teeth and the remaining ones were in
various states of decay.  "Stick your tongue inside my mouth and lick every
inch.  Don't forget inside my cheeks."  She then opened her mouth wide for
Olivia.  Olivia leaned into the homeless woman and stuck her tongue deep
inside.  She ran her tongue back-and-forth and up-and-down feeling saliva
from the other woman entering her mouth.  The homeless woman broke the
"kiss" off and she could see drool spilling out the side of Olivia's mouth.
She had Olivia lick it off her own face and then said, "Now suck on my
tongue a bit."  Olivia wrapped her lips around the homeless woman's tongue,
drool and all, and sucked it into her mouth.

Once the homeless woman had had enough, she pulled her tongue back into her
mouth.  She then turned slightly to the side and raised one arm above her
head.  "Bathe my pits whore."  Olivia complied; trying not to breathe in as
the woman's underarm reeked.  When she was finished with the first pit she
moved right on to the other arm.

After about ten minutes of this Olivia could feel her mouth was extremely
dry.  The homeless woman must have sensed it to because she told Olivia to
stop and get down on her knees.  Olivia kneeled down as the homeless woman
dropped her pants.  She then positioned her pussy just above Olivia's mouth
and said, "Thirsty bitch?  Well open up."

The homeless woman then began to piss in Olivia's mouth.  Her piss was
nothing like Olivia had ever tasted; almost sour, most likely the results of
malnutrition.  Olivia swallowed mouthful after mouthful until the stream
stopped.

Natasha watched the entire spectacle from the hood of the car enjoying all
of it.  She came from playing with herself while Olivia was swallowing the
woman's urine.

When the homeless woman finished pissing into Olivia's mouth, Natasha
shouted out that she should pay the woman and come back to the car.  Olivia
started walking back to the car and was going to pull up the top of her
dress until she saw the look Natasha was shooting at her.  The look said
`pull the dress up at your own risk'.  So she walked back to the car topless
to get her money out of her purse.  "Give the skank $200, that was the
deal," Natasha instructed.

Olivia paid the woman and walked back to car getting in the drivers side.
Natasha was already waiting inside the car.
"Get your fucking sick ass back over there, she's got one more treat for
you," Natasha said.  Olivia walked back over to the woman, who was jamming
her fingers down her own throat.  She paused with that activity to tell
Olivia to get on her knees and get her mouth opened.  Once Olivia was
positioned in front of her, the homeless old slut continued driving her
fingers down her throat and suddenly puked a huge load of vomit straight
into Olivia's waiting mouth.  Olivia almost puked herself until she heard
the homeless woman yell "Swallow you fucking whore" and, remembering
Natasha's admonition, Olivia swallowed the foul mixture of cheap wine and
food from the homeless center, partially digested.

"You really are a sick fucking pervert," the homeless woman told Olivia,
"just like that nice teenager girl said you were."

Once back to the car, Natasha told Olivia, "Drive back towards the gas
station we passed."

Olivia didn't know why, but she did as instructed.  Driving the car with her
dress down around her waist looking for the gas station.

She found the gas station less than a mile down the main street.  However,
the lights at the station were off indicating it was closed.  "Drive slowly
around the side," Natasha ordered.

As the car moved around the side of the station Natasha spied the women's
bathroom with a sign on the door which read OUT OF ORDER.  Regardless of the
sign, the door was ajar.  Olivia was told to park the car and both women
went into the bathroom.

"I figured to end your "special date" right you should dine someplace new,"
Natasha said as she walked through the room inspecting it.  The door did not
fully close behind them, probably broken.

The room had two stalls; one was missing a door.  The stall with a door was
locked.  Natasha walked into the other stall and noticed a dark colored
liquid was at the bottom of the bowl and the porcelain was smeared with dirt
and shit.

Natasha turned around inside the stall, facing out, and ordered Olivia to
remove her dress.  Olivia removed her expensive dress and draped it over the
door of the adjoining stall to keep it from getting dirty.  "Now get in here
on your knees, twat," Natasha said as she hiked her skirt up and straddled
the toilet.

Olivia got down on her knees in front of the toilet with her knees spread
wide to expose her pussy.  Natasha grabbed a handful of Olivia's hair and
pulled her close.  Natasha let loose a stream of hot piss right into
Olivia's mouth and face.  Olivia gulped as quickly as she could, but there
was no avoiding having some of her Mistress's piss cascading down her chin,
over her tits and into the bowl.

As Natasha's flow stopped, Olivia was panting trying to catch her breath.
"Sit up straight," Natasha barked.  Natasha then squatted down over the bowl
and began to let loose her precious shit into the mucky water below.
"Dinner is served, twat.  Make sure you don't leave any over and clean your
plate.  I want this bowl to sparkle."

Olivia was able to look into the unbelievably disgusting toilet bowl and see
Natasha's proud stool slowly disintegrating in the muck.  She knew that turd
and much of the muck would soon be in her stomach.

Natasha then walked out of the stall taking hold of Olivia's expensive
dress.  She threw the dress down on the filthy sink counter and sat on the
dress.  Why should she get her denim skirt dirty?

Watching Olivia from behind, Natasha could see the tattoo she made Olivia
get.  On the small of her back a tattoo of Olivia's face from the neck up.
What looked like a `river' of shit was running underneath, up to Olivia's
neck.  This `river' flowed from just above the crack of her ass, arched up
over each cheek and over each hip and tapered off as the two ends almost met
just above Olivia's clit.  Natasha made Olivia have her pussy waxed and then
go for special laser treatments to ensure her pussy would always remain
bald.  In elegant script letters across the top of each butt cheek were the
words "Toilet Twat".  Natasha wasn't sure which part of the tattoo she liked
most; the fact that Olivia's mouth formed an "O" and was stuffed with shit
or that Olivia would always be depicted as `neck deep in shit'.

Olivia proceeded to eat her entire meal of Natasha's waste from the filthy
toilet bowl.  When all of Natasha's shit was gone she began to lick around
the porcelain to clean her plate as instructed.  She ever put her lips down
to the dark water to rewet her mouth when dry.

When she was finished with her meal Olivia sat back on her heels.  Natasha
came down off the counter and walked to the stall to make sure Olivia was
truly finished.  Natasha then reached into her pocket and withdrew an old
toothbrush, no doubt the object she took from the homeless woman.  The
toothbrush was stained and missing bristles.  With Olivia still on her
knees, Natasha held the toothbrush in front of the blonde's face.  Natasha
then hocked up a huge wad of phlegm and deposited it out onto the brush.
"Clean your fucking mouth, twat."

Olivia slowly began to brush her teeth with the homeless woman's ratty old
toothbrush and Natasha's phlegm toothpaste.  Natasha watched as Olivia
brushed.  When told she had brushed enough, Olivia went to spit into the
toilet bowl.

"Don't even think about it you fucking pig," said Natasha.  Olivia had no
choice but to swallow.  "Now clean up your face so we can get out of here."

Olivia looked around for some toilet paper or a paper towel.  Natasha let
her do so fruitlessly for a minute before stating, "Use your panties,
whore."

Olivia had forgotten all about the panties stuffed inside her ass.  She was
told to put one leg up on the sink counter and reach back with one hand to
spread her ass.  She used two fingers on her other hand to reach inside her
ass and pull out her panties.

The panties were stained in several places, but Natasha didn't care.  Olivia
then wiped her face with the dirty panties and then redressed.

Olivia drove Natasha home.  Natasha left Olivia with the promise of other
"special dates".


Author's note:  Sorry if your particular request hasn't been answered yet,
but keep the suggestions coming in, as many as possible will be included in
the series.  Also, look for a spin-off series, Natasha's Whores, coming
soon.