Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2005 20:18:31 -0800
From: Will Adams <willadams8@literotica.org>
Subject: Natasha Part 21

By Will Adams and Mark

Natasha's 14th Birthday Party (first part)

Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was flipping through the latest edition
of "Teen Beat" magazine, catching up on the latest exploits of her
favorite celebs.  The nude, raven-haired beauty was sprawled belly-down
across her bed, her gorgeous breasts propped up on a couple of pillows, the
magazine spread before her on the bedcovers.  She was particularly
taken with a photo of Avril Lavigne.  She imagined Avril's beautiful face
mashed beneath her dominant young ass, brutally riding that face to
multiple orgasms, then shitting into that luscious mouth...

Natasha took a deep drag on her Kool Menthol 100, then stubbed it out in the
ashtray held out for her convenience by her devoted slave asslick, who knelt
patiently on the floor beside the bed to wait upon her
Owner's will.  Natasha noisily cleared her throat, then leaned over the edge of
the bed to hock a menthol-flavored loogie into asslick's waiting mouth. asslick
savored the taste and slimy consistency of the latest gift from her Goddess,
then swallowed and said, "Thank you Goddess Natasha."

Natasha returned to her perusal of "Teen Beat," flipping the pages to an
article on the Olsen twins.  The photos of the sweet,wholesome-looking,
terminally cute actresses set her to daydreaming once again.  Those rich,
stuck-up bitches had a lot to learn about life, and who better
than Natasha to teach them?  She imagined standing over the Olsen twins who were
down on their knees before her.  The beautiful blue eyes of Mary-Kate looked up
at her fearfully as her tongue tentatively began to
lick Natasha's pussy, her first ever experience of cunnilingus.  Simultaneously,
Ashley's soft, sweet lips and dexterous tongue began servicing Natasha's
sensitive asshole...  The fantasy of dominating and
degrading the innocent, teen actresses caused Natasha's clit to swell and her
cunt to moisten.  She fixated on the picture of the Olsen twins and pushed her
right hand under her body and began stroking her pussy.

"cuntlap," Natasha ordered, "inside."  cuntlap, who had spent the last
hour with her face in her Owner's asscrack, ceaselessly rimming and gently
suckling at her asshole, moaned softly as she pushed her tongue deep into
Natasha's anus.  Serving Natasha's anus was her true purpose
in life, the most exquisite ecstasy she would ever know on this earth.

Expertly, with experience born of countless hours of practice, she stroked her
studded tongue in and out of her Owner's asshole in a rhythm she knew would
rapidly bring her Goddess to orgasm.  Natasha didn't
last long, coming intensely from the combined ministrations of slave tongue
and her own hand.  cuntlap came shortly after her Owner, without even touching
herself, the spasms of Natasha's anal sphincter clamping down on her tongue
being sufficient to send her over the edge to an intense orgasm of her own.

Natasha folded her arms across the magazine and lowered her face atop them,
sighing contentedly.  She felt cuntlap return to her appointed task of gently
rimming and suckling at her asshole.  Natasha knew she
would continue tirelessly at her task until told otherwise.  Natasha closed her
eyes and yawned deeply, but before drifting off to sleep she had the presence of
mind to issue an order.  "asslick, tell Beverly I'll
have dinner at six.  You will wake me at five-thirty."

***

By six-thirty Natasha had finished dinner and was enjoying a post prandial
smoke.  She was seated at the dining room table, smoking a Kool and sipping a
glass of wine.  cuntlap was kneeling on the floor to Natasha's right, her
attention tirelessly fixed on her Owner, eager to anticipate Natasha's slightest
need or whim.  Beverly could be heard in the kitchen, pans and dishes clattering
as she cleaned up after serving
her daughter's dinner.

Beneath the table, asslick was deep in the throes of Goddess worship.  Her task
was to produce a pleasant level of arousal without distracting Goddess from
eating dinner, and judging from the plump, engorged, succulent state of
Natasha's cunt lips, her efforts had been a success.

As her tongue and lips moved slowly, reverently over her Goddess'
large, dark labia, gently kissing, nibbling, and sucking, she was filled with
near religious ecstasy.  asslick worked at the same deliberate pace that
she had employed throughout dinner, a pace she would maintain for hours if
Natasha allowed.  Time no longer had any meaning for asslick.  Her entire world
had become Natasha's beautiful, demanding pussy:  the
sight of its beautiful, swollen lips and topped by a slight V black fur, the
feel of its warmth and smooth texture, the soft sounds of her tongue and lips
plying across
its flesh, its irresistible taste and intoxicating scent.  All of her five
senses were filled to overflowing by her Owner's cunt. And, as often happened,
she was drooling into the twat she loved so much.

asslick felt intense gratitude to her Goddess for allowing her to worship Her
divine pussy.  She again marveled at her good fortune to be taken and enslaved
by Goddess Natasha.  It was hard for asslick to
believe that only a few months ago she would have found the concept of
performing cunnilingus repellent - now it was one of her fondest desires, second
only to serving her Goddess' anus and consuming the
fruit of Her divine bowels.  If Natasha were to allow it, asslick would gladly
lick her Owner's divine pussy until she was too weak from hunger to continue.
Her past life, in which she had been known as Alexandra,
seemed so drab and mundane compared to her present existence.  High school, pep
squad and cheerleading, her clumsy jock boyfriend who was always feeling her up
and wheedling her to suck his cock.  Then, in the
space of a single evening, Goddess Natasha had revealed to asslick her true
self:  a cunt-licking, piss-drinking, shit-eating lesbian slave.  Natasha had
introduced her to her destiny and she would be forever grateful.

Although she didn't enjoy Natasha's cruel punishments, she knew they were the
price to be paid for the incomparable privilege of serving her Goddess.

Natasha shifted her butt forward to the edge of the chair and said, "asslick,
toilet."  asslick eagerly repositioned herself, head tilted back with her mouth
open wide, lips sealed tight to her Owner's cunt.  Natasha allowed asslick a few
moments to complete the transition into toilet mode, then relaxed her sphincter
and began pissing full force into asslick's mouth.  asslick's mouth and nasal
passages were instantly
suffused with the taste and scent of her Owner's urine, which reeked with a
powerful aroma due to the asparagus consumed during dinner.

Natasha stretched lazily as asslick gulped down her hot, pungent Goddess juice
without missing a drop.  When she finished asslick dutifully lapped her clean.
"Thank you Goddess Natasha," asslick said, then
returned to her slow, reverent worship of her Goddess' divine pussy.

"cuntlap," Natasha said, "go tell Beverly I'm finished with dinner. Tell her to
set aside a big serving of asparagus - I'll have it before bedtime."  Natasha
had taken to eating asparagus several times a day.
She had always liked fresh asparagus, and lately it amused her to flavor her
Goddess juice for her slave toilets.  "Tell her she can feed you now," Natasha
said to the departing cuntlap, "and that asslick will
be in to be fed in about ten minutes."

Natasha leaned back in her chair and stubbed out her Kool.  "Get me off,
slave."

Starting at the perineum, asslick's studded tongue slowly traveled upward,
parting  Natasha's plump lips then gliding further up
to penetrate her vagina.  Her tongue slid slowly in and out as she savored her
Owner's copious discharge.  Natasha reached down and
grabbed a handful of asslick's long, blond hair.  She yanked the slave's face
upward and more firmly into her dominant young pussy.  "Enough tongue fucking.
Suck my clit."

As asslick's lips parted to encompass her Owner's clit, she once again
marveled at its size.  She guessed that Natasha's brownish-pink clitoris
was over an inch-and-a-half in length when fully erect, perhaps closer to two
inches than an inch-and-a-half.  asslick moaned in passion as she rhythmically
sucked, but awaited her Owner's signal to bring her to
orgasm.  asslick had learned that while receiving oral worship Natasha wanted to
be totally in control, right up to the point of orgasm.  "Faster," Natasha
grunted.  "Tongue my clit, slave."  Sucking the clit
deep into her mouth, asslick began whipping her studded tongue back and forth
across it.  Natasha's hips began involuntarily bucking and she yanked the
blonde's hair savagely, pulling her deeper into her cunt as
she came on the slave's face.

The large, scrumptious dinner followed by several glasses of wine, the
pleasant afterglow of an intense orgasm, and a slave girl with a belly full of
her piss dutifully tongue cleaning her pussy and thighs ^Ö all of these things
had combined to mellow Natasha.  As relaxed and content as
she ever was, Natasha's thoughts turned to musing about her upcoming birthday.
She wanted it to be something really special, something memorable for herself
and her guests.  She shoved asslick away with her
foot, "Beverly is waiting to feed you slave.  Go."

In the meantime, nearly as regular as clockwork, Natasha's gorgeous young body
was preparing to unload a shit meal.  She could feel that it was going to be
a big one - not massive, but a generously sized meal for one of her lucky
toilets.  'Now, who will be the lucky toilet this evening?' she mused.

She picked up her phone and speed dialed Pamela's home number.  "Hi Pamela,
guess who?  It's Natasha, you disgusting shitwhore and I've got a special treat
for you tonight."  As Natasha listened to the response her angelic features
hardened in anger.  "Shut up you stupid cow!  How
dare you question my demands?  I don't want to hear any of your lame excuses.
If you aren't here by eight o'clock sharp, you're banished from my divine
presence forever.  I don't give a shit what the Opera is
and who's going to be there.  Tell that pathetic excuse for a husband that
you're sick, or make up any excuse you want.  Tell him to give your ticket to
someone else.  Call and cancel your dinner reservation -
you'll be dining on something far better than gourmet food tonight."

Natasha proceeded to give Pamela her address and driving instructions.

"Don't you dare be late.  OK, C ya."

***

Pamela, having never been to Natasha's home, arrived slightly early because she
had been worried about finding the place.

Pamela had told her pathetic excuse of a husband that she had an important
matter that "HAD" to be attended to.  He wasn't worth any more of an excuse.

The door was answered by an attractive woman who looked to be in her late
thirties,
who introduced herself as Beverly, Natasha's mother.  "Very pleased to meet you,
Pamela.  Please follow me," Beverly said, taking Pamela by the arm.  "Natasha is
in the living room where she's been eagerly awaiting your arrival," Beverly said
with a slight smirk, knowing that this haughty-looking blonde would soon be
consuming her teen daughter's shit.

Natasha was sitting in a chair in the living room, reading a magazine. She was
dressed demurely, Pamela noted, in what appeared to be the uniform of a Catholic
schoolgirl:  a short, pleated, plaid skirt, a white blouse, knee length white
socks, and black maryjane shoes.  The sight of this beautiful, innocent-looking
young teen melted Pamela's
heart, as Natasha had known it would.

Beverley said, "Pamela, I hope you will excuse me now.  I was in the middle of
something when you arrived.  I'll just leave you two to keep each other
company."

Natasha smiled up at Pamela and said, "So good of you to come on such
short notice, Pamela.  I'm afraid we'll have to dispense with the niceties of
social interaction, and cut to right to the chase.  Time is of the essence."
Natasha laid aside the magazine and spread her legs
over the arms of the chair she was sitting in.  She scooted her ass forward to
the edge of the seat, then, looking up at Pamela to gauge her reaction, slowly
raised the hem of the pleated skirt.  Natasha wasn't
wearing any panties, and her divine black-furred, full-lipped pussy and
exquisite little puckered brown asshole were exposed for Pamela's
admiration.  "Like what you see, you lowly shitwhore?"

The spellbinding sight before her riveted Pamela's gaze.  She
swallowed and then answered truthfully.  "Natasha, you are so beautiful.  Such a
perfect little girl.  The most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

Natasha smirked up at her.  "And what are you?  Be careful how you
answer, slut."

"I am your lowly slave toilet, totally owned and ruled by your perfect
teenage pussy and asshole.   I live only to serve your divine asshole."

Natasha had decided to strengthen her hold over Pamela.  She hadn't
liked the disrespect Pamela had shown her over the phone, and she had
developed further plans to make use of the wealthy slut.  This evening,
she would transform Pamela from an occasional toilet slut into a
totally obedient slave.  "Get your face in my crotch.  Mouth on asshole, nose
in cunt.  Kiss my asshole, slut.  Show me how much you love and respect
it."

Pamela wasted no time in dropping to her knees and planting a passionate
kiss on Natasha's beautiful puckered hole.

"Good to see you know your
place in life, slut.  Now rim my sweet asshole.  That's it, keep it up
until I tell you to stop."  Natasha, despite having come only an hour
before, began to be turned on by the blonde's tongue work on her
asshole, so she grabbed a handful of Pamela's short blond hair and
began slowly dragging her nose back and forth across her engorged clit.

"Enough rimming, slut.  Get that tongue inside my asshole.  Deeper!  I
want you to taste my shit."

Natasha yanked savagely on Pamela's hair, pulling her face in deeper.
"You worthless shitwhore.  Work that tongue in and out.  Deeper. Faster!"

Pamela moaned in submissive passion and ecstasy and redoubled her efforts.
"That's it, make love to your Goddess.  Show me how much you love it.  Now, get
that tongue all the way up my shitter and keep it
there.  Deeper you worthless cunt.  Now twirl it around.  I want to come
on your slut face with your slut tongue up my ass.  Deeper, you pathetic
shiteater!  Oh, I'm gonna come on your face, you worthless fucking shitwhore!"
Natasha came hard on Pamela's face, her asshole spasming
around the slut's tongue, repeatedly yanking her blond hair to smash the slut's
nose against her large, engorged clit.

After coming down from her orgasm Natasha shoved the slut away.  Seeing
that she had bloodied Pamela's nose, she yelled, "cuntlap, get in here!
you bumbling fool, why don't you have a towel ready?  Fetch a towel and
water and ice and gauze.  And bring asslick too."

Pamela was sprawled on the floor, her nose bleeding freely, blood running down
her chin to drip onto her dress and the floor.  She was in such a state of shock
that the appearance of the two naked, blond teens
with red letters tattooed on their foreheads barely surprised her.  A few
minutes later cuntlap had applied ice and gauze to staunch the bleeding from
Pamela's nose.  It had bled freely, obviously ruining her
expensive Gucci dress.  cuntlap helped Pamela to her feet, then Natasha
instructed Pamela to remove her dress and hand it to cuntlap, who took
it and set it aside.   cuntlap then got down on all fours to clean the blood
from the floor.  Meanwhile, asslick was kneeling between her Owner's thighs,
skillfully tongue-cleaning the come and blood from her
lower body.  "asslick, enough.  You and cuntlap kneel over there and watch.  I'm
about to feed this slut, and I want you two to see every detail."

The two blond sisters scurried off to kneel by the couch, their eyes fixed on
their Goddess as she stood up and removed her plaid skirt.

"Pamela," Natasha said imperiously, pointing to the floor in front of her, "on
your back.  Now!"  As Pamela got into position, Natasha
removed her blouse, so that she was left wearing only her white knee socks and
black maryjanes.  Spreading her feet wide, Natasha stepped across Pamela's
supine body to stare down at her face.  She squatted slowly over Pamela's head,
allowing her plenty of time to admire her
widespread pussy as it descended toward her face.

"Pamela," she explained sweetly, "first I'm gonna pee in your mouth.  I'll go
slowly, because you haven't had much practice at being a toilet. But you had
better not spill a single drop of my Goddess juice."

Despite her battered nose, Pamela eagerly sealed her mouth in position on
Natasha's beautiful pussy.  She moaned in passion, and didn't let a single drop
of hot, pungent goddess juice escape her lips.  She finished by lovingly licking
clean the pussy that now totally ruled her life.

Natasha patted her on the head, and uncharacteristically offered a few
kind words.  "Good slut, you have potential as a toilet.  Now, are you ready for
the main course?"

Pamela's pussy was sopping, her lust for this absolutely gorgeous, demonic teen
princess driving her to distraction.  "Yes Natasha," she moaned, "I'm ready."
Natasha reversed position, lowering her asshole over the slave's mouth.

"Beg for it slut.  Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

The sight of Natasha's perfect, luscious, white ass and crinkled, brown asshole
looming over her, caused Pamela to abandon whatever remaining self-respect or
sanity she might have possessed.  "Please Goddess
Natasha.  Open your beautiful, perfect asshole and fill my toilet mouth with
your glorious shit!"

Natasha roughly grabbed a handful of the slut's blond hair in one hand and
grabbed her chin with the other hand, using the opposing holds to pull her mouth
wide open.  "Here it comes, slut."  She relaxed her
sphincter to expertly deposit a eight-inch, warm, reeking log into Pamela's
mouth, then firmly contracted her asshole to stop the next log from emerging.
"I'm going to release your jaw slut, but don't you dare
bite down until I give you permission."

Natasha released her hold on Pamela, then stood to look down at her slut.  The
stuck-up, rich blonde didn't look so high and mighty lying there on the floor
with Natasha's turd sticking up out of her mouth.
Natasha smirked down at her slut.  "Suck my turd, slut.  Enjoy the taste, the
texture, and the aroma.  Are you enjoying my turd?  Answer me, slut!"

"Mmmm, mmmm," Pamela moaned, looking at the turd protruding upward from between
her lips.  'Natasha's turd is a truly amazing thing,' she mused.  It was a firm
stool, of mottled coloration, varying from very
dark brown down near her lips, 'really almost black,' she thought, to a
lighter shade of brown further up.  Its shape was roughly cylindrical.

'Shaped inside my beloved Natasha's bowel,' she realized, 'and by her tight
little sphincter as it squeezed past into the outside world.'
Her lips and tongue detected slight granularities in the outer surface of
the turd as she began to suck.  As the excrement began dissolving in her saliva,
the taste and smell became nearly overpowering.  But her slut pussy was on
fire.

"Contemplate exactly what you have become as you suck my turd.  A pedophilic,
lesbian, shiteater!  OK, you may now bite through, chew and swallow.  That's it,
keep going, slut.  Finish it up, there's more
where that came from."  The combination of Natasha's verbal abuse and the
overwhelming presence of the turd in her mouth brought on Pamela's first orgasm.
 Her pussy spasmed over and over as she labored to chew and
swallow Natasha's chunky turd.

As Natasha squatted over Pamela to deliver the next course of her shitmeal, she
giggled.  "Pamela, not only are you a lesbian pedophile shiteater, but you're
all those things on video.  I want you to smile
and wave at the camera before I deliver the next course.  Over there," she
pointed to a door leading into a darkened room, "in the dining room.  Beverly
has recorded your whole ordeal, ever since you arrived."

Dazed and in shock, Pamela waved to the camera and smiled, exposing shit-stained
teeth.

"Now slut, tell the camera exactly who and what you are, and earn your next
turd."

Pamela could now make out Beverly waving to her from the darkened room.

She sighed, then said, "My name is Pamela.  I'm a lesbian pedophile shiteater.
I like to molest little girls and then swallow their turds. Natasha is only
thirteen years old and I love licking her pussy and
asshole.  I am a pathetic excuse for a human being.  I'm only a toilet now -
Natasha's toilet.  That's all I deserve to be."

Natasha giggled again.  "Very good slut.  Now open wide."  Natasha grunted and
released a second log into Pamela's mouth.  "Suck my turd slave.  As you suck on
the next course of your gourmet meal,
contemplate the fact that I totally own you.  Anytime I decide, that video can
be
posted on the Internet and it will ruin your life.  Think of your husband's
career.  Think of the scandal as you are prosecuted for statutory rape of a
minor."

Natasha stood and spread her flawless, white asscheeks to expose her shitty
asshole to the camera.  "Let's see," she mused, "which of you should be rewarded
with cleanup duty.  I can't make up my mind..."  She
paused to draw out the suspense for her eager, waiting slaves.  "Beverly," she
commanded, "cleanup."  A few seconds later she felt her mother's tongue begin
the task of cleaning her filthy asscrack.

Natasha smirked down at Pamela as her mother performed cleanup duty.

"OK slave, you've sucked my turd long enough.  Chew and swallow."

Pamela, sick with the realization that this heartbreakingly beautiful, sadistic
teen princess had the capacity to ruin her life on a whim, began to chew and
swallow the last of her shitmeal.  Despite the worry
over her predicament, the throbbing of her pussy was as intense as ever.

Author's note:  Thanks for all the votes and you can see where this is going.
If you have suggestions for the second part, send them in.
willadams8@literotica.org