*This one ends with snuffing. I know not everyone likes that. Letting you know now.

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I was tied to a big log with my hands cuffed to together and to the tree. I was stuck here with my body tied tight, too. The only movement I could do is lay my head down on the top of the sawed off log.

Harley Quinn, or at least that was what she called herself, had been taunting the billionaire Bruce Wayne with this. She kept saying he had to make a choice or something. I don't know, I didn't hear most of it with my ears ringing like crazy.

I don't remember how I got here, but I do remember getting knocked out? I don't know. I'm lost. So confused.

Words started to come through a little better.

"Humiliate ya, Brucey."

I heard that, clear. That was the weird clown woman talking.

"Get away with this."

That was a deep voice. Intimidating.

It looked like she had her pussy in his face?

"... eat this, huh? Never gonna..."

Ugh, my head...

There was movement, she was walking toward me. Why is my mouth so dry?

"I'm talkin' to YOU," She kicked me, hard.

WHOA! That sent a rush of adrenaline and woke me up!

She was talking to me, "Now... Who do we have here? What's your name? Dump Truck?"

Now I felt the gag and realized my mouth wasn't dry, it was covered.

"Oh right, you can't talk right now."

She pulled out an absurdly large knife and cut the gag off my face.

"My name is Joe! Joe Chill! What is happening?!"

"Joe Chill, huh? Say... Wasn't you the guy that knocked off those pesky do-good Waynes?"

How the fuck did she know about that?

I'm not a bad guy, but I was down like everyone.

I hesitated, but why lie if she already knew...

"Yes. I was the one."

"Oh geeze... You killed Brucey's parents, huh?"

I looked right at him, "I'm so sorry! I am so sorry!"

He turned his head to the side, refusing to speak.

"Ooooooo, that's tough, Brucey! I could make it right!"

Harley took her giant mallet and slammed it right on top of the log, right in front of my face.

"Now, since Brucey boy doesn't wanna talk, I'm giving you the choice, now."

I looked at her confused, "You get to pick from two options. There's number 1 and number 2 OR only option B."

It made very little sense, but I think that was the point.

Having been around the block, I knew better than to let one of Joker's crew ask twice.

"Number 1 and number 2."

"Oooooo!!! That's a new one! I don't think you're going to like it. What do you think, Brucey? Is he going to enjoy this?"

"You need to let him go."

"If you think either one of you is making it out of here alive, I've not done a good job of illustrating the peril. Ok! Option B was this!"

She tossed the mallet to the side.

"Number 1 and number 2 is this!"

She took off the jumpsuit she was wearing and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely turned on. It sucked, being in danger and watching her undress.

She climbed onto the top of the log very seductively, getting very close to my face with her pussy, "Now... Number one..."

Without any more warning, Harley started pissing all over my face.

"HEY! Catch it in your mouth and drink my piss, Joey boy!"

She was pissing very heavily and it seemed to never end. After 10 seconds, quite a bit got in my mouth and I realized I had been order to drink her piss. I tried, really I did. She pissed for what felt like 30 minutes, but it was probably closer to a full minute.

"Oh boy! Doesn't that feel good?! Just takin' a giant piss? Only thing better is when you take a huge fuckin' shit, and boy do I have to poop right now! Gonna be such a big dump! And... Say wait a minute here, Joe! You can help me with that, right? You can take my shit in your mouth and just eat it all up, huh? That'd be a big help for me!"

She was so close to my face and I could see into her eyes how crazy she was. She was going to take a fucking shit in my mouth. There was nothing I could do to stop her from turning me into her toilet. She was going to take a dump in my mouth and I was powerless.

"Well, Joe," her voice menacing, "What do ya say?"

I put in the show of a lifetime...

"PLEASE! PLEASE TAKE A SHIT IN MY MOUTH. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SHIT IN MY MOUTH! PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR TOILET AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME EAT YOUR SHIT! PLEASE LET ME EAT YOUR SHIT!"

She had turned around and was backing her ass up to my face.

"How pathetic, right Brucey? I ate a BIG old breakfast yesterday. Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee. Then I had some cakes and sandwiches for lunch. Big steak for dinner last night. Potatoes and sides galore. Today, I got some fast food and went to my favorite Mexican joint. I haven't had a shit in three days."

She ripped a fart that would peel the paint off a spaceship. When the fart came, a very small amount of her poop shot out and went right up my nostril.

"Smell that up for me, Joe. This is gonna be real big and real nasty for you. I'm gonna turn you into a toilet for the rest of your life... Which won't be long. Glue 'em up."

I wish I could tell you I fought back, but I just opened my mouth and let a goon put an adhesive on my lips. Then I opened my mouth wide and lined it up with Harley's asshole, using my tongue to guide it on to a perfect seal. She waited just a moment and then pulled forward, taking my face with her.

I could taste her anus and it was very dirty. Like not only had she not showered today, but it felt like she hadn't showered in dayS.

She pressed her ass back and there was no slack left in anything. I couldn't even move my head side to side she had pushed so hard against my mouth with her asshole.

Harley ripped another deep fart and I was staring up at her beautiful ass cheeks and right up her back.

"Wrap him."

I didn't see them around us, but some goons started to use a plastic wrap and locked my face into Harley's ass. I couldn't move and had my lips glued around her asshole, but now there was truly no escape.

I heard Bruce shout, "Let him go!"

Harley just laughed, "This coulda been you instead of him, Brucey!"

I could feel her anus pushing into my mouth and I put my tongue on her anus.

"Oh... Oh wow... This is like a whole 'nother level of goodness. I thought takin' a shit was nice before, but I shoulda been doin' this in people's mouths the whole time."

Her asshole opened and I could feel that it had separated. I took my tongue and felt inside... My tongue shot back into my mouth as it tasted her turd.

"Yeah, you can hold your tongue back in your mouth all you want, toilet boy. It's not gonna make a difference once I start to really push. I like the delay, though. I like makin' ya feel like you might NOT get a mouthful of my shit."

She was doing this slowly. The tip of the first turd was now out. It was horrible in taste and just a little hard. I tried to move, but I really was stuck. Harley was letting the shit out of her ass leave very, very, very slowly. I tasted her shit and then realized it was now three inches out of her asshole and felt it drop directly onto my tongue.

"Oooooo yeah. You're gonna have to eat my shit and quick."

I obeyed my new master and chewed up her shit. It was truly horrendous and I mashed the disgusting turd together, smelling it through my sinuses and then finally, begrudgingly swallowed the entire sticky, disgusting thing.

I found it difficult to breathe with the plastic and her ass mashed on my face. But I was done. I had eaten her shit.

"Hahaha! Brucey! I think Joey boy here thinks that one little old turd was the whole pile! Oh wow, Joe, you're FUCKED!"

And just like that, she started shitting like she would into a porcelain toilet.

"I'm not gonna shit slow because I'm not worried about the capacity of the my toilet bowl, which is your mouth. You just gotta figure it out."

Her shit was much to fast for me to eat it all and I started coughing and her shit packed up my mouth to the absolute edge. That's when a bunch of Harley's poop made its way into my lungs. I could feel it caking my lungs and breathing was even more difficult...

"Oooooo! Y'know I call Mistah J puddin', but now I think I got a little puddin' for you! He's slowin' down back there, Brucey boy. Joe's got a big old mouthful of my crap."

She called it pudding but it was more like sludge. The consistency of her poop was like a thick milkshake with chunks of ice cream, only this was her shit and bodily waste. It was horrible.

At this point, I was fading and fast. Her poop was in my lungs and nose and I was no longer able to breathe. I started convulsing.

"Ooooo, Brucey boy. I can tell he's going down. And then I'll have them take the glue off. After that, I'm gonna have you watch one of these goons lick my ass clean. Unless you wanna do that for me, Bruce? JOE! You can't die yet, Joe! I've still got just a little more!"

Her shit kept pushing and some was going down my throat and some into my lungs and some up my nose. At this point, the lights were on, but I knew I was about to die at the ass of Harley Quinn.

"Do you realize your last words were you begging to be my toilet? Now, Joe, you have my permission to die."

And for the last time, I obeyed Harley's command.