Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2003 23:05:12 +0000
From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Liz -- part two (scat)

Liz -- Part two

By Will Adams



Thirty-seven-year-old Liz Morris wasn't sure she liked what she saw in the
mirror, but she was certain of what was staring back at her -- a worthless
piece of shit.  Yes, a worthless piece of shit sitting at her vanity
thinking about whether to go to work on a Monday morning or not.

The last few days had made the fact of her status as a worthless piece of
shit very clear.  Winnie Papel, Camilla Daggett and their girlfriends had
collaborated to see that she could not doubt but that was what she was.
Their use and abuse of the 37-year-old cutie had made the case much more
emphatically than any mere words could.  Still, Liz was certainly a cutie.
As she was able to look at herself clearly in the mirror and aside from
seeing a dung heap, she could see her fair complexion, gorgeous blond hair,
full lips, pixie nose and bright clear blue eyes; she could acknowledge to
herself that she was attractive.  But that attractiveness blurred in her
mind and what she ended up seeing in the mirror was a large brown turd.
Others though, including Winnie and Camilla, saw a pretty woman who wasn't
actually a piece of shit, but was a place where women's shit was deposited.
It all got very blurred in Liz's mind.  But as to her being a shitcan, Liz
would have no disagreement with her young, female superiors, those who had
come to view it as their right to use Liz as a human, flesh-and-blood
toilet.

And on this Monday morning as Liz Morris debated in her own mind whether she
was actually a worthless piece of shit or a pretty woman who worshipped
pieces of shit, she was deciding whether to go to work at her job as a
housing administrator for the City of Los Angeles or to find new
opportunities to serve as a toilet for women.  As much as her sex and
scat-loving hormones were driving her to find a teenage girl and lie down
and let her take a shit in her mouth, her need to get to work and continue
to make a living overrode those demented sex drives.  And so she slipped her
lean body into a black business suit, wolfed down an Ultra Slim Fast food
bar and headed out the door.  She was only intending to work that day and
didn't have any idea of how nasty the actual day would turn out.  This day
would be vile beyond even her increasingly nasty dreams.

Once she was at work, she received the phone call that would take her to a
place she had not expected when she walked out her front door.  A phone call
that would take her further into hell than she had already been.

"Hello, Liz," said Vesda Naklator, her immediate superior in the housing
department, "can you join me on a tour of that new project in Baldwin
Heights this morning?"

"Well, of course," Liz said, "shall I come up to your office?"

"Yes," Vesda replied, "please come up right away.  Liz was always glad to
spend time with Vesda Naklator, a 30-year-old, voluptuous babe with large
tits and streaked blonde hair.  Vesda was a little rough around the edges,
but she had a natural sexy earthiness that was very alluring to Liz,
although Liz had never made any move and, in fact, did not have any idea of
what Vesda's sexual orientation was.  And now that she had taken up the
worship of shit, she found herself wondering what Vesda's asshole looked
like and specifically what it looked like as Vesda took a shit.  As Liz
focused on that vision, she really got interested in seeing how Vesda would
look as she took a shit.  Really interested.  And then Liz began to scheme
about how she could seduce Vesda Naklator into being her Shit Mistress.
Wicked, Liz thought, it would be to have that beautiful, sexy woman crapping
in my mouth.

As Liz arrived at Vesda's office, she put those randy thoughts out of her
mind, at least for the moment.

"All right," Vesda said, "let's take my car and go."  As Liz and Vesda
headed out of the city garage, Liz admired the way Vesda smoothly shifted
gears in the Jeep Wrangler.  As Vesda maneuvered the red Jeep in and out of
the traffic, her already short, tan skirt rode up on her magnificent thighs,
showing increasingly more of her tanned and nude legs.  The jerky motion of
throwing the floor mounted stick shift also caused a visually appealing
rolling of Vesda's ample tits showing above her scoop-necked, white blouse.
The ride thus served to further stimulate Liz's already overheated sex
drive.  Combined with her ongoing fantasy about Vesda shitting in her mouth,
Liz was worried that when she stood up to leave the car, Vesda's passenger
seat might well be flooded with her viscous cunt juices.  However, somehow
the cunt juice flow had stayed within Liz's clothes.

Arriving at the housing project Vesda wanted to tour, Liz got out of the
Jeep, thankful that she had worn black and the liquid seeping out of her
body was partly disguised and didn't show much.

Liz followed Vesda up the walk to the apartment project, following closely
the roll of Vesda's hips underneath the short, tan skirt her supervisor was
wearing.  The tour was incredibly boring and Liz was only able to keep her
sanity by staring, no lusting on Vesda's rolling buttocks beneath the short,
tight tan skirt.  Liz managed to hang on by thinking about licking Vesda's
dank butt crack.

Once the tour was completed, Vesda told Liz to go to the project's storage
area, retrieve the monthly operations reports and to return to the large
conference room in the administration complex on the second floor.  Liz
brought back the requested files and entered the conference room.  Liz was
shocked when she walked into the conference room.  Vesda was nude from the
waist down and her tits were plopped out of the scooped neckline of her
white blouse.  Vesda looked like a vision of nasty lesbian sexuality to the
horny queer slut Liz.  The next words out of Vesda's mouth were just as
shocking as looking at her hairless cunt between her lewdly splayed legs.

"Liz cunt, get on your fucking knees, I think you will find what I'm about
to share with you very interesting," Vesda said and then continuing, "First
of all, guess what my niece's name is.  I really want you to guess you sad
sack of shit."

Having dropped to her knees, Liz began to frantically search her memory
banks for any hint that Vesda might have given her about her niece's name.
But nothing would pop into her mind and so she told Vesda so.

"My darling niece's name is Winnie Papel," Vesda said, "ring any bells?"

As Vesda finished her sentence, a light bulb went off in Liz's brain and she
realized for a certainty that Vesda Naklator would be taking a shit in her
mouth in just a few moments.  There could be no other conclusion to draw but
that Liz was going to be shortly staring up at Vesda's asshole as it flexed,
opened wide and made a shit deposit in her mouth.  The sudden realization
that her new-found passion for shit would be fed by the beautiful blonde in
front of her caused her to shudder through an exquisite orgasm on her knees
and without being touched in any way.  My God, thought Liz, Vesda is going
to shit in my mouth in just a few minutes here and I'm going to be loving
it.  Liz was brought back to the present by Vesda's voice.

"You fucking shit-eating twat, look at my pussy and know that I know
everything I need to know about you," Vesda told the older woman as Liz
looked straight ahead at Vesda's bald pussy.  "Winnie told me everything she
and Camilla and a couple of their friends did with you.  I must admit that
at first I was shocked that one of my employees had become a shit eater and
a pedophile.  What shocked me the most, however, was that you ate shit from
Winnie's ass even before you knew her name or she knew your name, you just
lay down and became a 16-year-old girls' shithole.  That really makes you a
puke, a fucking puke who commits the nastiest, foulest act -- eating shit
directly from a little girl's asshole whose name she doesn't even know.
Winnie and I have talked about you -- in fact Winnie is in the next room and
will be in here shortly -- and we think you will do anything and I do mean
anything we tell you to do.  In fact, we are going to do something with you
right now to test our belief that you are a complete, worthless piece of
shit.  Winnie?"

Winnie Papel then burst into the room from a side door, looking as beautiful
as Liz remembered her from their romp this past weekend.  Winnie was
bare-ass naked and wielding a Sony digital camcorder.

Vesda continued with her description of what was going to happen.

"One of the things Winnie didn't tell you about is a website --
lesbianshiteaters.com --that we run together.  We are going to make you a
star on that website beginning tonight," Vesda said.  "Your first starring
role is going to be with my asshole Liz, you see I am going to take a shit
in your mouth while Winnie videotapes it and it will be up on the site by 7
p.m. tonight.  Now get up on this conference table -- leave your clothes on
but take your panties off -- and open your mouth shithole."

The flood of information she was receiving was overwhelming to Liz, but the
fact she could be sure of was that the thick cunt juices were soaking her
panties -- so she removed them as Vesda had told her to do.  Liz was certain
that this new information she was hearing -- that her secret life as a shit
eater was about to be broadcast to the world over the Internet was turning
her on far more than she had ever been turned on before.  And her mind's
objections snapped and she knew that she would be eating Vesda's shit and
allowing it to be taped to be put up on the Internet for the entire world to
see if they wanted.

As she climbed up on the conference room table, Liz wondered just how much
more depraved she could get.  Eating bowel fruit from a young girl's ass in
a public toilet or her own home were two types of degradation, but this,
eating shit from your female supervisor in the conference room of a public
housing project was a step or two or three down the depravity scale from her
earlier adventures.

Once up on the table, Liz hiked up her skirt and began to play with herself
as Winnie taped her and interviewed her.

"Listen up here piece of shit, tell the audience what you are," Winnie said.

"I'm a piece of shit and I'm about to eat a full crap meal from a hot
woman's asshole," Liz said, surprising herself more than Winnie or Vesda
with her nasty candor.

Vesda then removed the remainder of her clothes with the exception of her
high heels. Rather inelegantly, but extremely sexily, Vesda clambered up on
the table.  Winnie was careful not to show Vesda's face as Vesda had every
intention of continuing with her career.  The same was likely not true of
Liz, who slowly realized that her only career was going to be that of a
human toilet for lesbians.  And Liz began to rejoice in it, recognizing that
being a shit-eating slut was her fate in life, the reason she had been
placed on the planet Earth.   Liz was in complete sexual shit heat with the
feminine and shit stimulation in the room and she readied herself to become
Vesda's shithole.

As is the ritual with a female shitting into a lesbian scat whore's mouth,
Liz saw the impossibly gorgeous legs of Vesda poised over her leading up to
the beautiful ass moons of her superior, who was truly her superior both at
work and in life now.  Liz knew that those moons would soon be parting and
making a shit deposit into the start of Liz's digestive system.  The next
phase of the lesbian shit eating ritual was Liz watching those gorgeous legs
bend at the knees to bring the moons even closer to Liz's face/shit entry.
Liz knew that she was a lesbian scat whore forever.

The ritual was then interrupted by Winnie's voice, which got back to
questioning Liz about her role as a commode.

"So shiteater Liz, tell our Internet audience what you are looking at,"
Winnie said.  "What is poised over your face and why is it there?"  And Liz
responded.

"I'm privileged to be looking at one of the most dazzling asses in the world
above my face and preparing to take a shit in my mouth," she said, and then
for fun, "and though I've often dreamed of dining on turds from this
beautiful source, only now am I going to get that dream fulfilled."

"Good shit slut, then open your mouth and prepare to receive your special
female excrement gift," Winnie told the supine shit-eating whore.

All the while Winnie was continuing to video record the wicked nastiness
unfolding in the room.

Liz looked up again just in time to be splatted between the eyes with a
fusillade of liquid brown and gooey shit.  The brown goop then ran into her
eyes, with Winnie yelling at her the whole time, "You fucking, shit eating
cunt, leave your eyes open so that stinking shit can pool in your fucking
eyes.  The viewers love to see that kind of vile degradation and
humiliation, leave `em open."

Winnie zoomed in with the video recorder for a close-up of the runny, shit
load pooling on Liz's open blue eyes.

Suddenly the disgustingly tranquil scene of liquid human manure sitting in
Liz's eyes was shattered by a thunderous fart blowing out of Vesda's ass,
accompanied by a slimy, loose shitload splattering Liz's face and completely
obliterating her features under the liquid flowing out of Vesda's ass.

"How is that Liz?" Winnie asked, "Do you really like being splatted by her
shit, having it floating all over your face?"

But Liz couldn't speak, her air was just about completely cut off as she
struggled to get the splattered shit off her face and into her mouth, using
her hands to gather it all in.  But before Liz could get it all in her foul
mouth, another watery blast was expelled from Vesda's butthole, further
burying Liz's face and then Vesda spoke for the first time in the video.

"Shitwhore, take some of that shit fouling your face, roll it into two balls
and stuff your nostrils with the balls," Vesda said.  Liz did not hesitate
to comply with the self-humiliating demand by Vesda and after the shit balls
were firmly seated, Winnie lensed the breathing in of Liz's nostrils,
clearly showing how she was smelling in the most intimate way the waste from
Vesda's body.  Then Vesda announced she was really ready to shit.

"Ok shithole Liz, get your mouth up to my asshole and prepare to worship my
turd, I want you to really turn it into a worship session as my excrement
leaves my body," Vesda said.

Vesda brought her poop ring close to Liz's face and told the older slut to
glue her lips to her anal ring.  Liz began to worship the terminal end of
Vesda's digestive tract, sticking her tongue deep inside the shit ring as
she felt her own orgasm begin to build.    At the moment she couldn't think
of how she would do it, but she wanted both Winnie and Vesda to know when
she was climaxing from eating Vesda's shit.  Liz was also hoping she'd get
to taste Winnie's foul slop in this video extravaganza.  Hell, Liz thought,
it was a regular shiteating video production.

Vesda spoke again to Liz.

"This is going to be a big one and I love to feel it coming out and going
into a shit slave," Vesda said.  "Do you want to sword swallow or take
bites?"

Liz responded eagerly.

"With someone as beautiful as yourself, I'd love to swallow it whole after
worshipping it, so after you shit into my mouth could you raise up a little
so I can worship it all over and then I'll deep throat it and just take it
right down," Liz said.  And Liz did worship every precious inch of the turd,
slobbering over it, kissing it worshipfully and pulling her head back from
time to time to gaze in wonder and lust at the sight of the thick brown
cylinder hanging from Vesda's ass.  She noted that her saliva was hanging
from the turd in a luminescent pearl string.

Finally, it was time for the turd to go down and true to her word she just
allowed it to slide down her throat.  Vesda loved watching her waste enter
Liz's body and she really liked the sight of Liz's throat constricting and
moving the excrement into her stomach, Liz's throat muscles mimicking
Vesda's colon muscle movements from moments earlier when the log now in
Liz's throat was exiting her body.  And as it entered her body, Liz
shuddered through a shit-induced orgasm, moaning around the shit pieces in
her mouth, "I'm coming."  Both Vesda and Winnie laughed at the degeneracy of
Liz's shit-generated cum.  But Liz loved it, knowing that the two females
both knew that Vesda's shit was what was causing her orgasm.  The shit we're
literally going to put this cunt through, both thought.  At long last, the
foot-long turd from Vesda had disappeared into Liz's worshipping body, but
the girls weren't quite through with her.

Winnie then popped up on the table, squatted sexily over Liz's face and
hosed her down with a diarrhea load and the video faded to black.


Author's note:  Should this series go on?  Email me with your thoughts at
willadams_8@hotmail.com.