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Internet Blackmail "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Y-... Yes. I'm s-... I'm sure. I'm certain." "Ok then, but... Don't say I didn't warn you..." --- No... Wait. Let me start earlier, back before she was sitting above me. I'm your average internet loser, probably like you. I'm thin and weak, never played sports and I'm in four online Magic the Gathering groups. My diet consists of a few mainstays, but nothing nutritional to speak of, mainly Doritos and Mountain Dew. I went to a gym one time, one of those 24-hour ones, and I did it at 3 am so nobody would be in there. The only other soul was a pretty blonde girl, and I stayed at the other end of the gym the whole time. That's just like me, though. I've NEVER talked to a girl. Ever. Heck, I'm 19, unemployed, and live in my mom's basement. The only female I ever talk to is her. I somehow went throughout grade school AND high school without any significant interaction with a female. It's staggering to think about those odds, but I did it. My only friend is Jeff, and he's such a lame turd like me. We both do Magic the Gathering, but he's way cooler. He's got a girlfriend and a car and a job. I mean, he's only working at Geek Squad, but still! It's SOMETHING!!! Anyways, I guess not being able to talk to women is why I was in that position in the first few lines. I've NEVER talked to a girl, so I decided that at 19 it was time for me to pull the trigger. I ended up online talking to someone just as practice, and as luck would have it, I ended up meeting her in person... She always exchanged photos with me and hid her face. Her body is great, but she's kind of pudgy in the photos. I emailed Jeff and said it was awesome to start with this one because "I could only go up with women after this" and called her a 'cow'. It was rude, mean and untrue, but it made me feel better degrading her... Like a real man... She works at the Apple store, and though I myself am dedicated to hating all things Apple (get out of the cult, sheesh), I went to her store under the guise of looking at a new computer. The idiot who tried helping me at first was asking stupid questions and making himself look like a dolt. He was trying to tell me Apple could offer a competitive gaming machine like the one I'd built myself at home. I was trying not to be condescending, but he sort of snapped. That was when he asked to be excused and walked over to the manager's desk. He walked back over with the manager and they were being rude. I was JUST about to storm out when I heard her voice. "Hey Tim, Seth, I got this," her caramel skin didn't wrinkle when she smiled. Her fingers were gently laid on the manager's shoulder. "No, I think he was about to leave." "Oh, no. He's a friend of mine," she was smiling at me, directly AT me, with a devilish look on her face. "Fine," the idiot worker said, and they both left. "Now... Stalking me?" "I... Um... Uh..." "'I um uh'," she was mocking me, "Close ya damn mouth. You look like a fool. I saw yo name come up on the system and you never sent me no picture, but you sent me yo name." "I didn't..." "Relax. I'm not mad. I was kind of surprised you came to see me. It's always a good time when I can meet someone from the internet in real life. Ya see, I'm still sort of new to the area. I can't believe you lived so close." "How did you..." "Know where you live? Ha! Please. I just work here to pay the bills. What I really do is hacking shit. You see, there's money to be made in stealing identities. That's how I make a nice living. This just allows me some legitimacy. What I do is find idiots like you, men so desperate to try and get into THIS," she motioned to her body. It's worth mentioning now that she's intensely desirable to someone like me, well... Us. I guess if you're reading this, you're no doubt into beautiful women with amazing bodies as well, especially with her ass. She had caramel, brown skin. She wasn't mixed, but light-skinned African-American. Her hair was straightened and in a hat, pushed back. Her breasts were a respectable 32 C, I'd say. She wasn't fat, but certainly wasn't skinny, per se. She had a little belly, but one on someone that you'd say ate fairly well, but never worked out. This woman never saw a gym, like me. But then you hit her waist, and it EXPLODED out. Her ass was perfectly shaped, too. Not one of those weird shelf asses, with a ton of ass meat up top but then falls into a slanted oblivion. No, she has ass cheeks, defined ones. I could see her panties, grasping at the outside of her ass cheeks, too, praying and hoping not to be pulled into her cavernous ass. She was just amazing. But I think I would have preferred just the sight of her ass end there if I knew what seeing her naked ass would have meant for me. "Here's the deal," she was talking to me like it was a sales pitch, "I have all of your personal banking information. All your gaming site info. Oh, and I have all your credit card information, too. The other thing I have? Access to your permanent record at the place you just applied. Yeah, that's right, congrats! They're going to make you an offer today! Unless..." "No! Please! I need that job!" "What you need is to shut the fuck up when I'm talking," her eyes turned to pure anger, "I own you right now. But I'm in a good mood. I won't be taking your money, no." I sighed relief. "I will be taking your dignity and your freedom for 24-hours. Maybe more. Just depends on what I want, really." "What the f-" "Be here at 9 pm. I get off at 8, but I need to grab dinner." --- I was at a shitty truck stop diner and my mom was PISSED because I told her I needed the car. She was pretty controlling, yeah, but she had good reason to be. I was a loser, right? She always told me so. My dad left at 4 because he knew I was a loser. He married a new woman, Sheila. She had a daughter that was my age who was a piano virtuoso. I couldn't even kick a damn soccer ball. My mom went into depression and drugs. She became a low class hooker, servicing men like the ones at this truck stop. Everything was all fucked up, but then I saw the hot chick who now apparently controlled my life walk through the doors... "Move from a booth. My ass is too big. I hate booths. Let's sit there." She pointed at a table with two large men, both bald and both with confederate flag tattoos on their fucking heads... "That table's taken," I said. "Nothing is taken until I take it. Go get it for me, bitch." "But-" "You'll get enough 'but' later. More than you can handle. Now... Go. Get. Me. That. Table..." I closed my eyes and thought about how ruined I'd be otherwise, so I walked over and said, meekly, to the gentlemen, "Do you mind moving so my friend and I can sit down here?" They bother laughed and told me to fuck off. One told me he'd, and I might be saying it wrong, but he said he'd, "Pull my eye out with my teeth and then fuck the hole with my eye still attached so I could watch." They were still being rude, but then my captor walked over with confidence. One of them looked up and stopped laughing, slapping his buddy on the arm. "Dude. We gotta get the fuck outta here," then he looked up to her, "I'm sorry Mistress Carmella." "You better be. I'm going to buy myself a new sofa tonight because you didn't assume that he was with me." "That's absolutely perfect. Thank you for letting me do that for you. Good luck, kid..." They scurried off and the one was making gestures and pointing towards me. The one who recognized her looked very solemn and mouthed, 'I'm sorry'. "That's Lester Chesenholtz. He's 43 with three kids. But he's also into kiddie porn. I made him a similar offer. He chose the less exciting one. They always do. Just once I want someone to take the tougher way." "Why are we at a truck stop if you said you ate already?" "I had White Castle and Taco Bell earlier. But that was for the stink. This place? This place is for the quantity. Those don't give you enough produce, you know what I mean? Hey, Shirley. The 'Usual', please." "Sure thing." I didn't even notice the older woman when she approached from behind. One of the lights in the corner went out. "So, why did you reach out to me? Because you thought I was easy? Because you thought I was fat? Why me?" "I didn't think you were fat! I thought you wer-" She was such a fan of the interruptions, "Dude... Don't fucking lie. I know what you emailed Jeff. Come on... Like, I can hack into all your banking shit, find out your entire name, know everything about you, but you think I didn't have access to your email?" "I-" "You're a liar, is what we're getting to, I think. Look, I get it, you thought it might be easier talking to a girl that you didn't think would be getting hit on all the time, but now that you see me in person you're even more upset because you can see that I'm actually pretty hot, right?" I sighed, "Actually, yeah." "No, don't worry. Most guys think that. That's why I hide my face in my photos. I know I'm not actually fat, but taking pics is hard and it's just that I have a body made for being in person. I know it's smoking. But you were a real piece of shit, so I'm going to make you into what you are." "What?" "You have an option. They say you are what you eat, so you have the option of eating my shit or I'll drain your bank accounts." "I have-" "Have a decision to make. That's what you have," Shirley set down a stack of seven large, plate-sized pancakes down in front of her, "And you have until I'm done with these pancakes." She ate SO fast, it was truly astonishing. It wasn't even five minutes later when Shirley brought an omelette right after the pancakes disappeared. "Alright. What's it going to be? Because I dig into this omelette, I need to know. You have ten seconds or I'll make you eat my shit AND I'll drain your bank accounts. Oh, and don't forget that I'm also able to bury you in insane amounts of credit card debt, too. I can raise your credit limit by $50,000 and then I'd just put you buried under $70,000 in credit card debt along with spending all of your money." "I'll do it." She smirked, raised her fork and started gesturing with it, pointing it at me, "You know, that's a decision I've never heard! I'm thrilled!" While she wildly gestured with her utensil, tears filled my eyes, "I'll have to drop the car at home so my mom has it for the morning. And then I'll let her know I'm staying at a friend's." "Good! Do that," she said while Shirley dropped off an order of eggs benedict, slathered in hollandaise, "Good good good. Now we have a plan. Keep it vague like that, too. 'At a friend's'. That way if I want to keep you for a week or two she can't just call someone over. Tell her you might be gone a while. Just in case. Yes. That's a good idea." The eggs benedict went fast and then two plates with two waffles each, already slathered in butter. "Hey, Shirley. Thanks so much again. I think I'm going to change it up a bit, though. Can I have a pitcher of milk?" "Last time you did that, you stunk up the whole place, hun." "It's not for me, I swear. It's for my friend over there." Shirley squished her lips together disapprovingly and shook her head, walking away. She returned with half of an apple pie covered in ice cream and a pitcher of milk. She started with a bite of pie and moaned, "I love the pie here. And now to wash it down. Don't worry, though. I'm lactose intolerant, so the smell will be pretty bad." "Why would I want you to have a smelly dump if I'm going to eat it?" "Oh yeah! Ha," she laughed so loud everyone looked over, "I guess you'd prefer it to not stink. Oh... Well... Uhhh... Too late for that! You're going to reallllllly get it, too. Man oh man. I can't overstate how fucking bad this is gonna be." She made me watch as she ordered an extra ice cream sundae, another departure from her usual... Then some pancakes to go, which she ate before we got to mom's. I called inside and she was passed out drunk. I wrote her a letter and then left. It felt weird when I got into her car. She sat close to the wheel because she was shorter. I thought I heard the faintest of sounds and wondered what it was for half a second... But then it hit me. A smell that I'd soon become quite familiar with in a way that I would never want to. "OH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!" "HAHAHAHAHA! I've been holding that in since we left that diner, man! Oh my god! Feels good to get a fart out, know what I mean?" "Jesus! What the fuck, Carmella?" She reached over and slapped me VERY hard across the face, "It's Mistress Carmella to you from here on out, got it? I ever hear you forget your place again and you'll have a very difficult life. "Yes, Mistress Carmella." I knew I was being subservient, but then I thought about how difficult life would be with all the debt AND no money. I'd not had much work, but I really did save every penny. I had over $45,000 saved up from work plus the little cash my dad had been sending over the years. It was worth it... Right? She drove us to a bar that looked sketchy and dark. There were a bunch of motorcycles outside and when we walked in a terrible guitar player sat behind a chicken wire fence that saved his face and guitar from beer bottles that were being launched at him with gusto. "Fuck yer six-string!" There was a plethora of open stools at the bar, but Mistress Carmella gestured to me to come closer. "Get on your knees, bitch," she said, pointing to a place between two fat women on stools. I obeyed. Mistress Carmella pulled down her pants and pulled her butt cheeks apart, showing off a sweaty, shaved asshole. She then placed her bare ass on my face, nuzzling my nose right next to her anus. A silent fart poured out like hot soup and I smelled it up like a good slave. She could fart all night and the people around her wouldn't know, I would make sure of that. I almost felt a little pride in it. She wasn't sitting full-weight, I'd have died, but she was still heavy. I was glad to hear her settle up the bar tab and we were off. Before she stood up, she let loose a final, loud, disgusting blast of a fart right in my face. One of the fat women asked, "Did you just fart in his face?!" "Yes! I did! I farted in his face! Would you like to try?" "Fuck yeah!" When Mistress Carmella then stood, I saw a fat blonde with a large ass turn around. She pulled up her skirt and revealed that she was not wearing panties. When she pulled her ass cheeks apart, it was hairy. Insanely hairy. The hairs tickled my cheeks as I put my face close to her asshole. She let a sloppy sounding fart sputter out. PABOUDDDDUUUUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDSSSSSTHHHHHTTTT It made me want to vomit, but I dutifully sniffed at it and she praised me. "Way to go, fart sniffer! I can't believe you smelled all of it!" "Thank you for farting in my face." I looked up and Mistress Carmella was glowing. She made me drive to her place because she drank 18 beers. I couldn't believe it because how did she drink that many in that amount of time, but her bar tab showed it was the truth. "I like that place because it's BURRRRRRRRP because it's the only place that I can just do whatever. I could take a shit in someone's mouth and they wouldn't give a fuck. Speaking of which... We're about to talk this through... Pull in there. That's my neighborhood." Off the highway sat a beautiful estate. She called it a neighborhood, but there was one house, a mansion really, at the end of this drive. It was GORGEOUS, too. From the outside, you could see turrets and shingles and a deck and a pool and... Well fuck... It had EVERYTHING!!! I had to get to the other side of the car and help her up. She wobbled and then slapped me in the face. "Get on all fours. I'm riding you into the house. And when we get inside, you have to act like you like it. Like you WANT to be my toilet. If I don't believe it. I'll spend all your fuckin' money." I listened swiftly and her huge ass was pressed again my weak frame. My hands and knees were sore immediately. It sucked... But I pressed on. "You know? I've decided that this is the best way to live," she was talking to nobody in particular as a servant opened the door, "I need this. I deserve this. And so do all of you. It's kind of me to allow you all to live even after what you've done. I'm the best." "You're the best," a very creepy chorus rang. It was the sound of 15 or so men in a weird, almost cult-like chant. "What was that," I asked. "Those are my slaves. See, sometimes when a man has nothing and I do what I'm about to do to you, I give them a choice. See, the punishment I offer leaves severe psychological impact, but nobody has ever done what you're about to do. No, I'll tell some of them that I'll cut off their dicks or fingers or sometimes it's just a shaved head. But there've been three men I've gone so far as to ask if they want to eat my shit. So far, you're the only one to say yes. And I will tell you, right now and straight up: I'm going to make you eat it. Every piece of corn in my shit will be consumed by you. Every little fleck of poop. SLURRRRP!" The slurping sound made her cackle. "Why this? Why me?" "Ha! It's because you're a prick! You think you deserve to talk about women like they're property, well, bitch! YOU are the property, now. And I think it's high time you learn what that means... Anyways, I think you'll like it. In fact, if you like eating my shit, I'll let you stay here permanently as my toilet." "Um..." "Yeah, let's just get through this. That's fair. Ok. We're here..." She stood up and a weird, fat, bald man stood at a double door. He swung it open and inside was her master bedroom. In another room off to the side, it was the bathroom. There was an actual throne built around a porcelain toilet, and then off to the side a weird box that looked like another throne, but there was nothing where a toilet bowl should be. It was just a box. The top steps were interrupted by another box and it was clear this was where my body would lay. I would get in, she'd shut the locks, and then I'd be a toilet. Just like that, I'd transform from a man into a toilet... Fuck man... That was about as deep as her ass crack... I didn't really argue, because I knew what my life would be like without this. Man... I couldn't afford not to, right? She smiled and I looked back. "That's right. Get in and be my toilet, now." She climbed the steps and looked down at me. "Please, PLEASE Mistress Carmella! Will you PLEASE take a shit in my mouth?! I want to eat it! Please shit in my mouth. "Please take a dump in my mouth! Please take a hot, stinking, steaming dump in my mouth!" "Pathetic loser. You want to eat my shit?" "Yes. Please!" "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Y-... Yes. I'm s-... I'm sure. I'm certain." "Ok then, but... Don't say I didn't warn you..." And so she turned around, pointing her now naked, giant ass my way. As she descended, I thought I heard a beeping noise, but then the only thing I heard was an intensely loud fart that I thought would put an elephant to shame. SPAAAAAARROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSTHHHHH "Oh my god! How does it smell? Do you love it?!" "Yes. I love your farts. Thank you. Thank you for farting in my face." "Well if you love farts, you're going to love this!" She was slurring, but then her asshole seemed to have issues holding back any kind of her waste as it poured directly into my mouth. I watched in horror as her shit fell directly into my open mouth, covering it and then filling my mouth with her shit. "Don't stop chewing, toilet man! You wanted this, right?!" "Yes! Please!" I was trying to chew, but honestly I was just trying to not gag. Another fart. PLURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPSSSSSSSS There was a heavy dose of sludgy shit in my mouth. It was slimy and wet and made me want to vomit. Choking some of it down didn't help the stink and I was reeling. "This smells really- huuu- really good, Mistress Carmella." "How you like this so much, I'll never kn-... Uh oh... You better be READYYYYYYY!!!!" SPLURTTT FFFFFFFFSSSS PLUP PLUP PLUP PLUPPPPPSPSSSSSTHRHHHHHHHHRRRRRSSSSSFLLLLLUURRRRTTT Just a torrent of farts and shit erupting. It was hitting me in the face with such force that I was certain I'd bruise... SPLAT One of the turds hit me right, directly, squarely in the mouth and splattered some of the other shit up my nose. "I can't breathe very well." "Well... Tough THIS!" She shit a solid log, but it had nowhere to go, so it draped over my nose. "Hahaha! Tough SHIT! Get it? Ge-... Ooooooooooooooooo....." She seemed to re-center and then let go a very long, solid, creamy turd. It was two feet in length and immensely thick. I thought I was going to drown. Her shit log coiled, but then became so long it ended up right on top of my eyes. The turd was cut off with a sickening fart. SPLAK SPLASK SPLAKAKAKAKAKAKAKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPLLLBBBBTTTTTTTTT "Oh man... I think that was Nirvana. Oh wait... Hang on... Nope... This is it. This is the one that's deep in there. This is the big one." The HUGE turd she just let go wasn't the "big one"? When I felt it, I could tell that this really WAS going to be the big one. It was solid, and I felt it pile on my face. I really couldn't breathe now. "I can't handle that stink. Wow! However you're handling it, I'm impressed! Here, let me shut the lid so you can eat it all and not have any of my fart and poop stink escape. That will make it better for you, eating my shit. That will make eating my dump a better experience." It was fucking terrible. Top to bottom, TERRIBLE. But then again, so would being ruined for the rest of my life. So... I ate. And I ate. And 12 hours later I was still eating. Chewing and making gagging noises, then maneuvering around so I could get the pieces of her shit that had fallen off my face. I picked those up too and ate those. I ate her shit and licked up the remnants like a pathetic loser. But finally... I was done. "You did a good job eating that whole dump, loser. Impressive." "Thank you. Thank you for shitting in my mouth. Thank you for letting me eat your shit." "Can I do it again?" I was so worn down, "Yes. Please. Please do it again. Please make me eat your shit again." I heard a beep... It sounded simi- "HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" What was so funny? "AHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" What was going on? "You IDIOT!!!! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! You should see your shit covered face right now!!!!" She sat back over the top and let a very tiny fart go. "Here's the deal... So... Uhhhh.... I found that step sister of yours, the one that's just an absolute Goddess. Well... I ended up live streaming that to her. She said she wants to try it next!" "What the f-" "I DID NOT FINISH, SLAVE," she looked insane, "Now... I livestreamed that to her and saved a copy that I can send to your mother. I also spent all your cash, but I haven't touched the credit cards. Should you ever refuse to serve me, I'll destroy those. Should you wish to serve me full-time as a full-time toilet, I'll gladly keep your bank accounts merely at zero." "I... I..." "Think before you speak. This could be the last decision you ever make." The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to do anything else. I always kind of considered other jobs to be shitty. And at least I could lay all day? Maybe this wasn't so bad? "Your silence is speaking volumes..." "Let me do it. I'll... I'll be your slave." "Toilet. You'll be my toilet. You're not even a slave." "Ok... Um... Ok... I'm your toilet." "There's nothing I can do to make this legal, but... Know this much: You'll never be free again. You'll die in my service." I nodded. She shut the lid. I was in the dark. I knew my step sister would be using me soon, but she was really hot, so... Maybe it's ok? I dunno... What do you think? Did I make the right decision? Did I do the right thing? Did I-... Oop! Gotta go. Mistress Carmella just walked in with a bag of Taco Bell, and you know that that means.... |
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