Kidnapped
by Slave Fart

The flyers had all been ravaged by the weather and the news stopped reporting on me. The rangers have officially called off the search. It's been 10 weeks and She told me that the last story was about my parents saying they wouldn't give up hope, but just wanted to at least give me a proper burial. They would never get that, i knew.

It's a weird feeling, thinking back to that super market trip. I was a strong, single guy and noticed the pretty blonde woman struggling with her cart and cane. She seemed to be following me through the store but it was hard to be mad about it. She was cute and her body looked fit enough and her ass was huge in her tight black sweatpants. She reached too high for some cans and a few came toppling down.

"Damnit," she shouted.

I hustled over and bent down to grab some of the cans, beans, "Don't worry. Let me help."

When I looked up to see if she appreciated the help I was greeted with her huge butt pointing right in my face. She let a very small fart rip and the smell of rotten eggs had me making a face.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to," she started.

I stopped her, "Oh please don't worry about it! It happens!."

"Well I don't know how often I've farted in someone's face while they helped me pick up cans..."

"Stop. Let me help. I'm -," she put up a finger as if to say 'hush'.

"No. Please. I'm so sorry."

"I'm Jeff. Here," I grabbed the beans and she smiled wide.

I helped her through the store picking up some milk and saw her cart filled with broccoli, some cans, and various other items. I helped her load the cart, paid for my groceries, and helped her to her car.

At the trunk of the SUV parked in an alley she said, "I'm making a curry dish tomorrow for dinner. I'd love to share it with you."

I contemplated and was about to refuse as I loaded the last bag when everything went black.

WEEK 1

As I came to it felt like I was still knocked out since everything was black. I started shaking and felt frightened when I realized I was tied down.

"Help!!! Help me!!!"

I was shaking and screaming. My only reply was the rattling of some chains.

I kept shouting until my voice was hoarse when I heard a door open and some shoes hitting wooden stairs. When the light hit me I tried to shy away, it's brightness burned my eyes.

"Awake? Good. We can begin," it was the woman from the grocery store.

"Begin what you psychopath?!"

"Your training. You'll serve the remainder of your life as my slave. Well, not really my slave, I have one of those. You're going to be my toilet. Until you die."

I was incredulous and looked into her cold blue eyes.

"Your what?! I'm not going to do ANYTHING you say! You'll never get away with this!"

She smiled very wide, "Look... I've had a toilet serve me every day for the past 8 and a half years. A regular slave for the last 9. You'll be my property until the end of your life."

"Fuck you! I will not!"

She laughed, she cackled, really. Then she said, "You will, though. You will be broken. You will beg to do things you never thought. You will beg to suck my asshole, eat and smell my farts, drink my piss, and even come to beg to eat my shit. Oh, how you'll love the taste of my shit. And you'll beg for it. You'll beg to get a taste of my poop. Hahaha!"

I gagged.

"That's right... You thought you were helping poor me... Well poor me is just fine. And poor you is my newest piece of property. Let's begin."

She pulled down her pants and sat over my face. Her ass was ample and she needed to adjust so that her ass cheeks spread open. An exceptionally hot fart leaked onto my face and made my nose burn.

As I coughed, she giggled, "Ooo yeah. That's the curry working. Spices don't digest fully, so there's definitely going to be some of that in my shit. Don't worry, toilet, you'll get used to it."

A sloppy, wet fart burst again and I gagged with its SPLURRRRRTTTTTSSSSTHHH

Her shit came quickly. It was a sludge that covered my face and I couldn't close my mouth before the entire load filled my mouth.

"You'll want to eat that. It's the only meal you'll ever get," she laughed with glee.

Another fart spewed more shit into my mouth and I gulped down a load. SPPPPUURRRRRRSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTT

She remained seated above me while I choked much of it down. I thought if I ate this load she might let me go, so I thought it best to comply.

Her shit stunk to high heavens and I could taste the spicy meal she had eaten. This was the curry she wanted to share, only I thought she wanted to share it another way.

"Don't worry about licking me clean. I'll have to get my other slave for that the other times," she said, wiping her ass clean from the waste she'd just released into my mouth, "though you ate most of it. That's a good sign. The other two slaves fought back a lot more. Maybe you'll just accept your position."

I shouted, "NO! I ate your shit! Let me go!"

She laughed again, this time so loud it echoed around inside the toilet bowl where my head resided, "Here's the deal. You'll never eat anything again except my shit. You'll never drink anything again except my piss. You will love purely to serve me. You will die here. You will be nothing ever again but my toilet, and that is why you'll never be called anything but 'toilet' ever again."

There was a serious feeling of helplessness that rushed over me. Her asshole stayed pointed directly at my face, the asshole of my captor that had just shit all over my face and into my mouth. I stared at the pink sphincter that she just told me would serve me all of my meals for the rest of my existence and I did the only thing I could do.

I screamed.

"Let me out! Let me out, you bitch! You can't just fucking keep me here! Someone's going to hear me, you know?! Someone is going to find me and people are looking for me! You can't just fucking keep me tied up here and shit in my mouth, expecting me to eat it! Set me free!"

The only response I got for a while was a bubbling fart.

PLURRRPPP PFFFRRRTTTTT PLORRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP

With each outburst of gas, her asshole grew louder. She'd unloaded an entire bowel movement and I'd eaten it, so why did these farts smell so fucking bad?

Finally, after I'd smelled up all of her fart stink, she responded, "First of all, like I said before, you're never being released. You will die as my property. I own you, now. The sooner you accept that, the easier all of this will be, toilet. Two, scream all you want, but it will just wear out your voice. My home is a sound proofed fortress. I like my property quiet, so eventually you will be quiet as you are my property. Third, they are in fact looking for you, but I sent some texts to family and friends from your phone that you went hiking in the woods. My other slave has driven your car to those woods. I found pictures of you hiking there, alone, so I determined this would be the best place for you to die in your families eyes, even though you will truthfully die here, under my ass as I shit on you several times daily. The last slave set the record at four and a half years of living on nothing but my shit, piss, and a vitamin mix. That vitamin mix is purely to prolong your life. I'm hoping for five years of service, toilet. And lastly, I not only expect you to consume all of my waste, I expect that about six months in you'll follow all of my rules and beg for that waste like a good slave. Do you understand, toilet?"

To say I was shocked was an understatement. Then when her cane came crashing down on my balls, I would have flinched so hard but I was tied down and stuck.

She barked forcefully, "I SAID, 'Do you understand', toilet?"

With tears in my eyes and painful emotion, I cried, "Yes! Yes I understand!"

"Good," she said, farting again, "When I command a response, you may call me 'Owner'. If you speak out of line, you will get the cane. I don't need it to walk. I use it to train."

She stood up and took her once desirable ass, which I now found repulsive, and shut the lid to my apparently new home.

---

The lid opened and the light burned. This time she was with a large, hairy male with a collar and a leash that was panting like a dog.

"See, slave? This is my new toilet. It's a little apprehensive, but it will learn to serve faithfully."

The slave enthusiastically said, "Woof." It returned to panting.

"Now, toilet, this is my slave, 'slave'. It responds to that alone and has willingly served me for the past fifteen years. When I was twenty, it convinced me to allow it to serve me. At first I thought, how strange, but then it showed me how wonderful it is owning men. Don't you agree, toilet, that I should own you?"

"Don't fucking call me toilet," I responded, my resolve for freedom found anew.

"Ahhh, yes, slave. I told you I thought we would have to train for this today! Very well!"

Without warning, my balls were crushed again with her cane.

"What is your name?"

I coughed, unable to move my arms to hold my genitals, but unwilling to give her the satisfaction, "My name is Jeff!"

Her cane swiftly slammed against my thigh and I winced.

"What is your name?"

With tears in my eyes and a high pitch scream I shouted, "My name is Jeff!"

This time there was anger in her eyes as her entire body moved with the cane, smashing it against my abdomen.

"WHAT! IS! YOUR! NAME?!"

I smiled and said defiantly, albeit weakly, "My... My name... My name is Jeff..."

She flew into a rage, hitting my knees, my thighs, my ankles, my balls, my stomach, just beating me over and over until she was exhausted.

From complete exasperation to intensely calm, she looked down at my crying eyes and said calmly, "What. Is. Your. Name?"

Severely injured from the beating, with blood on my lips I said it... I said, "my name is toilet."

She smirked and said, "You will receive no food for a week so your insides can heal."

With that she slammed the lid shut and I heard her feet on the stairs, slave following in tow, and the door slamming at the top of the stairs.

In the darkness I was shouting to nothing, to nobody, "Owner! Owner, please! my name is toilet! Owner! Please feed me! I'm hungry! My name is toilet!"

---

Days passed. Four days? Something like four or five days. I only knew this because her other slave, the one that was free to roam, had come down once daily and poured water into my little hole.

He wouldn't just pour it, though. It was placed into like a funnel with rubber tubing attached and then shot at my face. He would shoot three of those at my face and I was allowed to drink what I caught.

Each day he did it he giggled and told me how excited "Owner was" since I seemed "feisty".

After those days of water only once a day, I was absolutely starving. On that last day, I heard her feet stomping around upstairs and some muffled speaking. Her voice was calm upstairs and from what I could tell, nobody would believe that she kidnapped people and held them hostage, killing them slowly by feeding them her shit.

Then with a shudder, the door creaked open and her heavy, methodical footsteps began down the stairs.

CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK

She must have been halfway down the stairs when she called out, "How's my toilet doing? Is it ready to be a little more willing this time?"

"You've got to let me out of here lady, please."

"Heh heh heh. Good. You're not just giving up. It's the transformation period that I like best anyways. Now, toilet, you just called me 'lady'. What is my name?"

"I don't know, but," I winced as she whipped me hard with some shredded leather, "Fuck!"

"No, toilet. My name isn't 'fuck'. What is my name?"

"I'm not doing this you psy-," she whipped me again, "GOD! DAMNIT! YOU PSYCHO!"

"No, I'm afraid not, toilet."

"Owner. Your name is Owner."

"Good, toilet. Slave. Put the device in."

With that, the slave ran down her stairs and appeared in front of me. I could see her blonde hair and green eyes as she had an evil smirk. He plunged his hands near my mouth and I couldn't even move my head to stop him. She pressed a button.

KSHHHHHH

My mouth sprung wide open.

KSHHHEWWWW

My mouth slammed shut.

"It's pneumatic," she said, "I can control if your mouth is open, closed, or hit another button to relax the machine so you can speak while you beg for me to shit in your mouth. You'll beg, make no mistake. You think you won't now, but soon you'll beg for me to use you as my toilet. It always happens. Because if it doesn't happen, I'll just kill you. You'll die."

With that she sat above me with her giant ass eclipsing all light. Almost immediately, she started pissing onto my face with my mouth sealed shut. At this point, with her asshole pointing directly over my eyes, I think I might prefer death. She farted mid stream, and her gas rolled over my eyes and into my mouth. Her fart was dense, and her piss smelled like she'd eaten something funky. It was terrible. I tried to close my mouth and just keep it shut. She looked down, pausing her stream and saw this.

"Almost forgot," she exclaimed.

KSHHHHHH

I'm sure the slave could hear my mouth filling with piss as I gagged and gulped it all down. Above me I heard her whisper, "Oof, that stinks. Asparagus. But that's why I have a toilet."

Her piss was strong, potent, and lasted for a good minute. I drank what I could, but a lot of it trickled down into the catch below me. I was told slave would clean that until I learned my place and could be trusted to clean my own storage unit, where I would live until I died...

That somehow was a distant worry as she released a monstrous, bassy fart that seemed to put the foundation of the house at risk.

"Oh MY! I didn't know I had that in me! Well, I guess I don't anymore, eh toilet? Hahaha. What's that smell like? Does it smell good?"

I couldn't answer with my mouth stuck open, but it did not smell good. It smelled like a rotten shit after some serious Mexican food, which only made me more nervous for this part....

Her anus moved slowly as it opened, revealing a slick brown turd that didn't seem to have an end to it once it made it's way past the air between her ass and my face. The stink that filled my bowl was immediate. She didn't move as her asshole seemed to open wider than possible and her shit started to slide quickly out of her and towards me.

She seemed to be controlling it so it would come out slowly for a time, and then relaxed to let it fall out entirely as I watched the entire spectacle. It almost silently exited her asshole and her shit finally reached my face as it fell out of her ass. It hit my nose and fell right underneath, like a mustache. Thank god it wasn't in my mouth.

"Ooo issed," I exclaimed!

Her laughter made her ass bounce up and down on the seat.

"I didn't fuckin miss, toilet. Here's the thing. You're going to be so fucking hungry in about an hour or two that you're going to maneuver my turd into your mouth on your own accord. Because you know there's nutrients in it and you know the only thing I'm feeding you is my shit. So... Bon apetit!"

There was a moment of hesitation for me, but I knew I wasn't going to eat her shit, not willingly.

She remained above me for a moment longer until she let out another wet, smelly fart. When she stood up, she snapped her fingers and her other slave rushed to her ass. I could hear him licking her asshole clean while she looked down the toilet hole at me.

"You're going to want to eat that turd sooner rather than later. It will help get you acclimated to this whole situation. And just so you know, in order in this house, it's me at the top, all of my other posessions are next, and then this slave licking my ass and you are tied at the bottom. So make no mistake about what this whole thing is. You're my toilet now. There's nothing you can do to change that. So just come to grips with it, eat my turd, and be a good toilet for me. Be the best toilet possible, because I'll make sure you have plenty of shit to eat either way. So you can make this pleasant for yourself or horrible. Your choice, toilet."

KSHHHEWWWW

When the machine was off I could talk much better.

"I won't do this, you know? I won't just, just accept that I'm a piece of property! I'm a human being! I'm not going to-"

She peered into the bowl and her fierce green eyes were filled with rage, "you ARE a piece of property! you ARE my toilet! Don't ever confuse this again, because eventually you're going to accept it. I know it seems like that's not real, but you're going to be broken like a horse. I'm going to have you broken and you'll finally reject the notion that you're human. I'm going to make you into my fully operational toilet slave, and you're going to beg for my shit."

She slammed the lid shut and I heard the pitter patter of feet going upstairs.

Plunged into darkness again, I felt the weight of her dense turd on my upper lip as I smelled it's foul stench. It was sitting there and it smelled so fucking terrible. I didn't want it there, but couldn't move my head to shake it off, so there it sat, right under my nose for me to sniff at.

An hour passed and my stomach groaned.

"May I please get some FOOD down here?!"

I knew my screams would go unanswered. I was crying so often now, but the only hydration was her piss and a saline drip. I didn't know how I was holding it together, but now I was starving. And while I had water to survive, literally the only food she would give me at the start was her shit...

And so I did it...

My tongue came out of my mouth and retreated quickly back in once I tasted the foul, slick turd under my nose. My whole body shuddered.

My tongue touched it again and this time I could feel the slime on the outside. It was a wretched turd that smelled bad, but nothing like I'd come to know in time. When I took control of her turd, I wanted so much, so badly to shove it away from my mouth. To prove she hadn't won... But... There we were.

There _i_ was...

I was able to get the tip in, but not much else. I only got the tip, though. As i bit the tip, Her turd fell to the left of me and right next to my head... But some of her shit was in my mouth, at least. At least it was SOME food.

Chewing was the worst part, because of the texture. That horrible texture... It's like... When you eat something and it smells good, tastes good, or has good texture but one of the other things are off? This is not that. This is the triumvirate of horrible things to have in your mouth rolled into one.

Her shit stunk, too, but nothing like what she COULD produce. She could always make it worse. Just more milk or more coffee or more Indian food...

Always, it could ALWAYS be worse.

And so it was...

Her footsteps down the stairs were POUNDING!

The lid flew up and She was looking down with a smile.

"I knew you'd enjoy some of the turd, toilet. I knew it!"

"No," I protested, "I'm not enjoying it! I just have nothing else to eat down here!"

"Like I fucking care."

She turned around and again I was plunged into a deep darkness. A fart ripped out of her asshole like a tornado of hot gas, enveloping me in her stink. It was a single rip and nothing more. She just sat above me for another few minutes. I started crying, uncontrollably crying. My parents, my friends... Nobody knew where I was. This was it. I would die here.

"Oh motherfucker. Shut up, toilet. Quit crying. Quit crying right now."

I didn't stop.

"I SAID QUIT CRYING!"

She brought her boot down onto my stomach and it seemingly shattered something inside me... It brought everything into focus, perfectly.

I was fucked.

If i complied, if i listened and obeyed and acted as truly a toilet as i could, then... Then maybe i could convince Her to let me out at some point and make a run for it. Maybe i could get away or even kill Her.

The absolute worst thing that would happen is that i would at least start having a purpose again.

And so i did something unthinkable: i began to TRY being the best toilet slave that had ever existed (because does a toilet slave even truly live?).

She looked down into the hole with a fire in Her eyes, meeting my now tear-free gaze.

i looked up and said, "Please. Please shit into my toilet mouth. Please grace my mouth with Your divine shit, Goddess. Please."

Her look of terror melted into one of happiness and resolve.

"you're learning your place?"

"my place is under Your ass, Goddess. You have decided for me what my life should be. That should be enough."

She raised Her head high and smiled, turned around and sat Her huge ass over my face.

Again, She farted, this one small, but rotten. And She took a shit. That simple. She took a shit into my mouth. She fucking shit a rotten, foul, disgusting turd right into my mouth and i caught it like it would taste good (spoiler alert: it was fucking terrible).

But i...

i ate it.

As fast as anyone can eat shit, especially that disgusting little turd. Fuck me, it was awful...

But...

"I hear you chewing in there, toilet."

"-hank You Goddess," i worked out with my mouth full.

She rose and shouted at slave to lick Her asshole.

She looked down at me one last time before going up the stairs.

---

She doesn't even talk to me anymore. No words from Her and i don't even have to beg. i'm quite literally a toilet. What's it even been, now? Two years? Wait, no... She said three years was coming up soon, right? i don't know, i'm a toilet.

She's been introducing me to Her Daughter. There's even been talk of a swap, since the Daughter is having a hard time training Her slaves. All in due time, but i don't want to go. Her Daughter shits more than Goddess does.

i'm just biding my time for my escape, which i'm always thinking about, always...

Boots down the stairs.

"toilet. We're transporting you today. you're officially moving into my Daughter's service. We'll have to get out of that box and I'll have slave put you in the trunk. Then we'll unload you at Her place and get you into Her box. She's having a party, too, so you better get yourself over there fast. slave will help, now. Let's go..."

She was untying me... It was... Time for the escape......