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How Could I Refuse? Being a camp counselor is one of those jobs where everyone thinks it's just all fun all the time. Problem is that's not true. We have lulls like any other job. For us, that time is right now. I work at a religious camp, surrounded by the woods and Jesus. "Devan, did you clean Cabin 34?" "Yeah, Kylie, I also-" "Ok, well meet me at the latrines in 10 minutes." "Fine," I said, just happy to be done with our little chat. Watching Kylie walking away really is a sight to see, though. Kylie has an amazing body, she's super skinny, but she wakes up to run the "Christian Yoga" session with the kids. It's given her an amazing ass, but because she's done so many different sessions with the kids, she's become the head counselor. In terms of pecking order, I'm all the way at the bottom and Kylie is all the way at the top. I watched her giant ass cheeks moving up and down with each step, pressing tight against the khaki, her black polo untucked and scrunched above her giant ass. "Watching Kylie leave is always great," it was my friend James. "Dude... She is so... Pretty...." "But she's such a bitch." "Don't use that word, man! God is listening," hey, I know it's creepy now. I was kind of brainwashed before. "Dude, you need to grow up. These people would just as soon make you their slave. They only pay you because they have to. Christianity is weird that way." I wasn't buying it, so I said, "Whatever, man. I think they're nice." "Suit yourself... Oh, and Demi was asking about you." I had a crush on another counselor. This was amazing news. I nearly shouted, "She was?!" "Fuck yeah, man. I think you have a chance. Better ask her out soon, though. This is the end of camp." "Yeah. I know... I'll ask her out right after I go talk to Kylie. She needs me to clean something in the latrine." "Don't they usually have one of the first year counselors clean that?" "Yeah," I said, not thinking much of it, "But whatever. This is probably my last year doing it." "Fair enough. I'll catch you later." "Later." I walked away and saw Demi. She was innocent and sweet. Her brunette hair cut short. She hated it, but... Well... I loved anything to do with Demi. "Hey girl." "Hey Devan. Nice day," she looked more shy than I did... "Yeah, hey look... I like you and, well... I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner when we get back from camp. We're both going to college next year at Tech, so..." She interrupted me, "I'd love to! Here's my number." She took my phone from my chest pocket and entered in her digits. I was a little surprised, so I stuttered, "o- Ok!" She bounced off and I watched her practically float away. I was on cloud 9! Alright, let's get to the latrines. It's been about ten minutes. ----------- As far as camp latrines go, ours are pretty nice. Our camp is for high schoolers, and outside a few people taking poops on the floor because they think it's funny (happens equally in both boys and girls bathrooms actually), it's not so bad. Kylie was standing outside the counselor's bathroom with her arms crossed. Her blonde hair got in the way of her gorgeous face, but only on one side. She was very religious and knew the bible better than any of us. She looked up and her cold blue eyes locked with mine, "Before we go in there, I need to make sure that you really did sell yourself to Jessica at the beginning of camp." I was perplexed, "What?" "Did you or did you not accept $20 from Jessica to be her slave for the night?" "Oh, gosh... Yeah... I remember that, but it was..." Kylie slapped me, "Get in that bathroom, slave." I was in shock, but I listened. Looking back, I should have ran... Kylie was on top of me in an instant, grabbing my hair and pushing me to the ground. She was silent, until she had me on my back, looking up at her. "When you buy a Hebrew slave, he shall serve for six years... Exodus, 21, 1... You were Jessica's property for 6 years. You can not serve for a night." "Kylie! Those laws are ancient, they don't!!!" She kicked me, "Are you saying you know better than the bible?! The bible is our law, is it not, slave?!" I thought too long for her, and she kicked me again, "I'm sorry! Kylie!" She kicked me again and said sternly, "You are to call me Master. You will be addressed as slave. Do you understand, slave?" "What?!" She kicked me harder with each word, "DO! YOU! UNDER! STAND!" "Ow, gosh! Yes! Yes Master! Sheesh! Stop kicking me!" "Lay flat on your back..." "Now come on, Kyl--- I mean Master! One second! Can't we..." "OBEY ME OR YOU WILL GET IT!!! The servant will be severely punished, for though he knew his duty, he refused to do it. “But people who are not aware that they are doing wrong will be punished only lightly. Much is required from those to whom much is given, and much more is required from those to whom much more is given.” (Luke 12:47-48 NLT)." She was quoting verses I'd never heard, so I was in shock, what the hell was I supposed to do, "What do you want?" "I want you to serve me. Be my slave for the next six years, as is ordained by biblical law. I am your Master. My will is of your earthly duty while the Father's is your cosmic duty. Be my slave and accept your place. This is what I desire. Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters according to the flesh, with fear and trembling, in singleness of your heart, as unto Christ; 6Not with eyeservice, as menpleasers; but as the servants of Christ, doing the will of God from the heart; 7With good will doing service, as to the Lord, and not to men: 8Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free." Her face was still beautiful, even with that wild look in her eyes. I was horrified and laid flat, obeying her command to do so... She began to grin, triumphant in her efforts. Her hands moved slowly, but deliberately as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She put her hands at her waist and began pulling down her khakis, revealing white cotton panties. She turned to face towards my feet and tugged as she began to say. "I'll be borrowing from Psalm 81, verse 10... I am the LORD thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Egypt: open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it." I was looking up at her gigantic ass cheeks, truly an amazing sight was her yoga butt, as she then put her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down too. "Now, slave... Open they mouth. And I... Will," she squatted over my mouth, her sticky, hot anus hovering above my mouth, "Fill it..." I obeyed as a good slave should, and what happened next is something I allowed, near willingly, that proved I am a slave, as no person would ever let another person do this to them... Kylie farted in my mouth. PURRSSS "Did it taste good?" "No..." She kicked me, "I want to hear that it tastes good. Tell me about this next one..." Kylie's fart sounded like a bullhorn. PAAAAROUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFFF "Oh goodness... It... Tastes good." "What tastes good?" "Your fart. Your fart, Kylie. Kylie, your fart tastes good." "How good?" "It tastes.... Heavenly..." She laughed and was whispering to herself, "Lord grant me the strength to be a good Master. To prove my Ownership of this slave. I thank You." And then she started... Making... Her brown, smelly turd was insanely wide, and she made a groan as though she were in pain. I'd believe it, too. It was almost too big to fit into my mouth even. But I did my best to make it fit....... "Come on, Master! You can do it!" What the fuck was wrong with me?! Did I just think the f-word?! "Yes, slave! That's it! Encourage your Master. Encourage me to make waste in your slave mouth! Make this natural!" "Master, you can do it! You can take this bowel movement in my mouth, please do, Master! I appreciate that you're letting me serve you the way you want to be served!" None of the words made sense, but neither did the idea that I saw her turd push even further out of her anus, an exceptionally large turd at about 7 inches long. It dropped into my mouth and then I held it there. Kylie stood up for a moment to admire the turd. "Chew it, slave. Chew it and swallow it." I started to chew, but my focus went back to Kylie as she squatted over my face again. A weird sounding fart burst forth. PAARRRORUUSSSSSS And then another turd, this one the same width at the start, but it became much more normal, being a regular size of about a half dollar in circumference at the end. The smell was ferociously awful, but here I was, a 7 inch MONSTER turd in my mouth that I'd already eaten 4 inches of, and another footlong behemoth of a turd sitting on my face. Kylie stood up again, after this turd, and then wiped. "Eat it," she smiled, so full of joy, "Eat my shit." Did she just use a swear?! "I'm only 18 and I've done what so few others can even dream of... I own a slave." She looked like a maniac, but I was in no position to argue. She did own me. "We will revisit your slavery in six years. Until then, you shall serve me, Faithfully and without question, slave. Now... Finish eating my turds." I started chewing, tears in my eyes... ----- It took about an hour, but her waste was finally down. She ordered, "Wash yourself. Grab my bags from my cabin. Meet me at my car. You can leave all of your possessions here. You're a slave and do not need them." "Yes, Master." "Oh, and before you stand... You will be dropping out of Tech and will be accompanying me to the Bible college I'm attending. You can't be my slave if you're in another location." A shell of myself, I stood up and did as she commanded. "Yes, Master." --------- After I told Demi I couldn't see her, she cried. James asked her out, I guess... She said yes and they got married. I remember that like it was yesterday, but it wasn't... It's been six years. Six long, hard years of enslavement. I told my parents what had happened and they agreed I did the right thing by submitting to my Master. It's in the bible, you see, so it's the right thing to do. She was always very careful to never knock out a tooth or hurt my eye, but she was ruthless in every other way imaginable. I don't know how much of her shit I've eaten. She's still a virgin, and still unbelievably hot. But today was the day... Today was the day I would walk free... "Slave, in here," She was naked on her bed, her ass sticking out, "Come and lick my asshole. It's the last command I can give. You'll have the choice of walking free or remaining my slave for life." My mouth went over and covered her all too familiar anus. She farted, slow and long. HSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHISSSSSSS "Ahhhh... I'm going to miss farting in your mouth, slave." Yes she would. There was no chance I agreed to be her slave for life. And then the egg timer we set went off and I began to shout! "YES! YES!" Another egg timer went off... "DO YOU WANT TO BE MY SLAVE FOR LIFE?!" "YES! YES! YE- what?" Now she was chanting, "YES! YES! YES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I DID IT!!!" She ran over and pulled out the two egg timers... "I had one set for several seconds earlier, hoping you'd be too busy shouting out positive affirmations, and you did!!! You did it! Oh slave, thank you!" "No! No, no, no!!! Not slave!" "Ooooooohhhohohoho yes! Yesyesyes, slave! Here's here's the video..." She pulled out her laptop and showed it to me... It was there. My servitude was sealed. I was now a slave for life. I can't disobey! That would be against biblical law... "Oooooo. I have to take SUCH a massive shit now, slave. But before I take that dump right in your slave mouth..." She pulled out an awl, a tool used to make holes. And then she walked towards me. "Exodus, 21, 6. And his master shall bore his ear through with an awl; and he shall serve her... Forever." |
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