Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 21:26:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Senator's Wife (F/F, scat, ws, dom)

Goodness gracious! This story has some mention of perverted practices
between women, including scat and water sports. Don't read it if this will
offend you, or if you are too young to be reading this work of fiction. And
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At first, all I remembered was the noise and confusion of the kidnapping,
followed by what seemed to be long days of complete and utter blackness,
simply due to my being held in a darkened room, with a blindfold. Of
course, I was bound so that I couldn't take off the blindfold, or try to
escape.

Later, after I had time to think, the circumstances of my abduction came
back to me. I had just hung up the phone, after promising to donate some
old dresses and skirts to an upcoming Junior League auction, when I heard a
crashing sound at the back window, the sound of breaking glass. I saw the
shards of glass lying on the floor, and my first thought was, "Ernestina
will need to clean this," Ernestina being our live-in maid. But any further
thoughts were cut short when a rough-fabriced cloth sack, smelling of dirt,
was pulled over my head and I was carried off by several sets of strong
hands. Though I yelled at first, I quieted when a voice growled, "Shut up,
or I'll kill you!"

It was a very long trip, laying in the back of a van, or truck, and very
bumpy. I could tell police many clues about the route, clues such as unique
traffic sounds, and the like to help them find the kidnappers. After we
arrived at our destination, hours later, I was carried into a building,
which I later learned was a house. Placed in the darkened room by myself, I
found myself longing for any kind of contact. Only one of my captors spoke
to me every time she entered the room.

At first, she addressed me as Mrs. Cannon, and she'd talk about my husband,
and the bad things he was doing to some group or other as a United States
Senator. That's right, he's Senator Jack Cannon. You already know what
state he represents, everyone does. And, of course, that makes me Sharon
Cannon, the Senator's trophy wife. We'd been married almost a full year. I
was his second wife, 24 years old to his 51 years old. I believed our
marriage to be idyllic, with no reason to suspect otherwise.

Well, it appears that I've gotten "off-message," as Jack's aides sometimes
say. The first captor that I came to know at all, addressed me first as I
have explained, then became more familiar, calling me "Sharon." Since I
could hardly stop her, and in truth came to look forward to her visits, I
didn't protest her familiarity. And I think it benefited me, in that she
prevented the others from hurting me at times.

It was never clear to me what they wanted. If they were asking for a
ransom, I certainly had no idea what it might be, nor was I in any position
to grant it. So, all I could do was try to cooperate, so that they wouldn't
hurt me. The first thing they did, was strip me completely
naked. Thankfully, they kept the room warm, so I was not cold, but my
humiliation was total. I had no idea who might be staring at me. I don't
think I'm being conceited if I say that I am attractive. After all, I had
won several national teenage beauty pageants, and had several successful
years as a model before marrying Jack. I'm sure that you remember me
peering out from the pages of several women's magazines.

Long blonde hair, green eyes, perfect teeth, snub nose, perfect complexion,
5'6" tall, 110 pounds, full B-cup breasts - few people forget me.

There I go off-message again. My first captor, as I thought of her, told me
her name was Mirella, and that her "gang" represented a group of people who
had been hurt when my husband introduced a certain law a few years
before. Something that they claimed took away their heritage, I'm not
certain of the circumstances. Mirella always took care to let me know when
she was in the room, and I was grateful to her for that.

And so it was that I didn't protest overly much when Mirella told me they
were going to begin my indoctrination. So long as it didn't hurt, I thought
that I could stand it. Long speeches, boring manifestos, I didn't care so
long as it didn't hurt me. That's why I found their training so
strange. The first thing that Mirella trained me in, was holding in my
urine. She made me drink a lot of water, and "stretch out" my bladder, as
she explained it.

At first it was most difficult, and I found myself wetting myself, streams
of urine running down my legs if I were standing, or spraying across my
legs and feet if I were laying down. While I didn't like being wet, it was
such a relief to finally let go. At first, I was punished for not holding
my urine long enough, but never by Mirella. She would always stop the
person who undertook to punish me, after a certain period of time. I soon
learned that it would be in my best interests to keep my urine, or "piss"
as they made me refer to it, tightly in. Eventually, I got to the point
where I could drink 2 quarts of water, and hold my bladder for several
hours afterward. But I so looked forward to letting it go.

Then one day, while I was holding several quarts of water inside, Mirella
came in and told me that I would learn something new. I felt her touch on
my naked body, something that I viewed as a connection with another human,
and enjoyed. She had me lay on my back, and pull my legs up to my
breasts. I could feel that my pussy was so exposed, and I wondered if she
was looking at it. Then I heard her say, "Let your piss go, now,
Sharon. It's alright, go ahead."

At first I had great difficulty. Have YOU ever tried to piss while lying on
your back? But the bladder pressure and my desire to please, were so great
that eventually I could feel a little trickle run out. Part of my piss ran
down in a hot trail over my stomach, the other part ran down between my ass
cheeks, over my anus. Along with the relief in my bladder I could also feel
a tingle in my clit, from the heat of my own bodily fluid running over me.

Then Mirella said, coaxingly, "Let it ALL go, Sharon. Let your pee go." I
had been unconsciously holding back, perhaps because of the pleasure it was
bringing me, but when I felt Mirella's strong hand under my already
upraised ass, pushing it higher, I let go with a strong stream of piss that
apparently at first went straight up, like a fountain, and then cascaded
closer and closer to my face.

Several things happened then, and I nearly fainted. First, the stream of my
piss, hot and wet, crashed back down directly on my clit. It had been so
long since I had sexual release - Jack, honestly, was not the greatest of
lovers - that I came immediately, shuddering and moaning from the extreme
pleasure, unexpected in this place. Second, I farted a long, loud, and
evidently smelly fart right into Mirella's hand on my ass. Instead of being
angry, she laughed a tinkling, musical laugh. I was so relieved.

Finally, recovering from my orgasm, I noticed that piss was still cascading
out of me, and moving closer and closer to my mouth, aided by Mirella
pointing my pussy so that my piss WOULD hit my face. I was stunned, but
helpless to stop her. My piss was soon splashing on my face, getting in my
hair, and my nose and eyes, and especially in my mouth. I swallowed some,
it was unavoidable. When Mirella saw me swallowing, obviously urine, she
praised me, and told me that she would reward me for being good.

She took off my blindfold, and I got my first look at Mirella. She was
beautiful, with the natural beauty of a Native American maiden. Long,
straight black hair, quite thick, dark brown-black eyes, a beautiful
complexion, slim, she quite took my breath away. She let me remain without
blindfold for one hour, then apologetically said that she was required to
put it back on, "Until I was a good girl again," as she put it

This training went on for several weeks, until I was very much looking
forward to the opportunity to piss on myself. Then Mirella brought me to
the next stage, accepting her piss. While very odd to feel someone else's
hot liquid spraying onto your body, and smelling their distinctive scent,
it didn't take nearly as long to get me used to her piss, since I was used
to my own, nor did it take her overly long to train me in drinking her
piss.

She had me kneel in front of her, still blindfolded, and nose out where her
pussy was, always naked, then place my lips carefully over her folds, so
that her hot, streaming pee would cascade into my open, and soon, eager,
mouth. I would drink as she commanded me. As usual, after she was finished
peeing into my open mouth, she would reward me with the blindfold off for
one hour. I came to enjoy looking at her body, and her beautiful face, more
and more.

We continued with this strange piss play for a few weeks, then one day she
commanded me to move my mouth forward as usual, but the smell was all
wrong. My face touched a round smoothness, where before there had been
curled pubic hair. The smell of shit was noticeable, too. Too late I
realized that my face was up against Mirella's naked ass! I had no room to
move backwards without falling over, so I had no choice but to remain where
I was, and hope for the best. I could feel Mirella separating her ass
cheeks with her fingers, and a hot gust of fetid air blew past my nose. She
was farting in my face! But the horror didn't end there. I continued to
smell a horrible shit smell, and I heard Mirella grunting softly as she
stood above me. Then I felt a hot, soft mass pressing against my face,
leaving a sticky residue on my skin.

Oh my word! Mirella was shitting on my face! I kept my mouth, and nostrils
closed, and felt the warm mass falling into my lap, onto my thighs. I heard
several loud farts, then Mirella saying, "You haven't been a good girl
today, Sharon. You let my offering go to waste." Then she left me there,
alone, blindfolded and with several pieces of cold, slimy shit on me for
several hours.

The next day, the same thing happened, but this time I pressed my mouth
against her waste as it stuck out of her ass, and against her ass after the
shit dropped out, but didn't open my mouth. She said, "You're doing better,
Sharon, but not good enough." It wasn't until a week later that I worked up
the courage to open my mouth, and fully accept Mirella's shit, chew it and
swallow it. I had never felt so degraded in my life, but also strangely
energized.

Soon, I was opening my mouth to accept her shit, her fecal waste, her
poop. I know you can't conceive of such a strange practice, but it became
my only salvation. I knew that if I just did as Mirella commanded, I might
survive this ordeal. I was so focused on "surviving," that I never noticed
when it turned into a liking, then a passion, and finally, ecstasy. I was
actually looking forward to the rank smell, the bitter taste, the slimy
texture of Mirella's shit, sliding over my lips and filling my
mouth. Chewing her waste, swallowing chunk after chunk of her feces, and
then washed down with her salty piss, hot and steaming, and fresh from her
body.

Finally, the gang concocted their greatest degradation of me. They all
assembled together, eight of them, all female, and took turns using me like
some kind of toilet. The first, a woman with a gravelly voice, probably a
smoker, splashed my face with her urine, then, grunting loudly as she
forced an unwilling turd, pushed out her waste onto my naked chest. Then,
the second woman, sounding like a college girl, or of that age, splashed
gallons of watery diarrhea all over my lower body - the smell was
horrendous! Next, 2 young girls, possibly 10 or 12, no older. 1 pissing her
very full bladder into my open mouth, the other pissing on my pussy. Then
the 2 standing ass to ass, depositing their creamy loads of young girl shit
on my breasts. The last 4 are vague to me, as by this point I was in a haze
of ecstasy, cumming every time a splash of piss or chunk of shit hit, and
smeared itself on my body.

Countless times I orgasmed from the smell, and the taste and feel of piss
and shit on me, even from the sounds of farting as women prepared to let
loose pounds of their waste on my defenseless, naked body. I must admit
that I had never felt so satisfied, or sexually complete in my life, and
that nothing could ever match the pleasure I felt when all of those women
covered me in shit and hot piss. I thought that I would be condemned to
this degradation forever, until...

Mirella was training me to even newer and stranger practices, when the
change happened.

I heard a crash above me, and Mirella was thrown to the ground, judging by
her abrupt grunt and silence. Then gentle hands took the blindfold off me,
and a masculine voice said, "Mrs. Stone, I am SO happy to have found you!
My name's Ed Casey, I'm a private detective that your husband, the Senator,
hired to find you while the police spun their wheels. It was tough
sledding, but on a hunch, I was able to track this group down and find
you. I've got to get you loose before the other gang members get back!"

The detective stood me up and loosened my shackles, rubbing my wrists to
fully restore my circulation. "Are you feeling okay? My God! What did those
deviants DO to you?" He asked with a look of concern in his eyes. I nodded
back that I was okay, whispering, "Yes, I'm okay," and he looked
relieved. "Good," he said.

When he turned his back to me, I picked up a large piece of lumber by my
feet. I hit him over the head with it, then checked to see that he was
truly unconscious. Satisfied that he was, I walked over to Mirella, and
softly patted her cheeks.

"Mistress!" I said sharply. Then, as I saw her returning to consciousness,
I sat down next to her and put my blindfold back on, waiting for her to
awaken.

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Oh, how evil this story is! Did you enjoy it? Did you cum reading it? Let
me know, at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com!