Serving Her Own Justice
by Slave Fart

I swear I'm not a bad guy. Shit had just gotten rough for me the last five years.

When I lost my job, my wife left me. Then I couldn't find another job because I'd never tried advancing, but was now too experienced and too expensive for an entry level role. Every single application had me reading a sad email. I lost it. That's when I started looking for a solution at the bottom of a bottle...

I was drinking 6 out of 7 days, the day I would go take care of mom after dad died. But then... Well the funeral was touching and a lot of people showed up, but I couldn't really deal with it so I got wasted after an hour of people telling my sister and I how sorry they were.

Mom didn't have much money, but she split the house with my sister and I. My sister is actually adopted, I mean so was I, but we didn't share parents. Her name is Sonia, she was a terror, and she's also responsible for my fear of asses. She would assault me with farts and her turds. Dad never stuck around to help, because as much as he wanted to be a good parent, it was clear he didn't feel the connection with his adopted kids. Mom would talk with Sonia, but Sonia could just give her a puppy dog face and mom would let it go, "just promise to stop doing it again."

She promised.

She lied.

I told Sonia I didn't want anything to do with the house and she could just keep the money. She called me a prick.

Just like old times.

But I really did need the money, it was starting to look like... Shit...

My rent payment came and went. Four times.

I cam home to a love letter from my landlord.

EVICTION NOTICE

Technically, I had 90 days, he had to give 90 days! But... They key didn't fit and the cops weren't interested.

My things were in two garbage bags. You could condense my entire life into two garbage bags? Fuck... It was depressing.

Then as I got closer to my things, I saw the tears in the bag... Someone stole all my shit. I had nothing, now. Nothing to pawn. The only thing left was a photo album of mom. I took it to the bank and put it in a safety deposit box.

Now I truly had nothing.

That was two years ago and I've become pretty great at living on the street. There's ways to make money and get food. There's shelters to sleep in. It's a terrible life, but at least I'm not a slave to a job and not a slave to some asshole if I had to work in the service industry. I was a house cleaner for a day, but that was pretty fucking annoying. The woman of the house followed us around while drinking a glass of wine, making sure "we didn't steal anything". She didn't tip. I quit that day.

Everything was fine until my now ex wife came up to me with a piece of paper.

"You have a daughter. You owe me child support."

I was livid, but my shouting match with her didn't lead anywhere other than her telling me she'd get her lawyers and find me. "There's nowhere for you to hide, John!"

She was right. I had to get money NOW.

The guys at the garbage can fire always said the same thing, that the best way to get fast money was to rob a skinny chick. Don't have to mess with her, but you just get in, steal a bunch of her shit, and get out. You make her scared, afraid of you, and then tell her to give up her most valuable possessions.

"They just grab everything they know is worth something and you'll make an easy grand or two."

Easy. Easy. In and out. Easy.

I procured a gun, which was the simplest thing I'd ever purchased. The serial number was filed off and he threw in a clip with ammo for free. I knew I was over paying for the gun, so it was undoubtedly built into the price, but I was ok with it.

Now for the target.

She was walking alone, in a tight red dress and it was a Thursday. Must have been a bad date. Who cares? I need her shit... That thought now haunts me every waking moment. "I need her shit."

There was a long pause before the door closed as I slipped in behind her.

Easy.

She even left her door open to the apartment, so I didn't have to go right after her and make a scene then.

Easy.

Now I'd just point the gun at her, tell her not to scream, and get out.

In and out.

With all her shit. Sigh... With ALL of her SHIT......

Easy.

As I stood in her apartment, I looked around and saw military paraphernalia in the corner, but this didn't look like decorations... It looked used, recently. Uh oh, was she dating a serviceman? I went to look closer and saw a picture with two people dressed in military gear, saluting the camera... It was...

Something's behind me and I wheel around with the gun, pointing it their direction.

THUD WHAP SNAP

It was that move you see in movies, where the gun is in the bad guy's hands but then it's in the hero's. She was definitely the hero here, because I was trying to rob her. But now...

"On your knees!"

She was angry, her brown skin gently kissed by the sun. She was interracial, to be sure, and her natural curls bounced around those perfect eyebrows. I obeyed and started apologizing.

"I'm so sorry. I am so sorry. I was just..."

"Making the biggest fucking mistake of your life. KISS MY FEET, MAGGOT!"

"Yes. Please, I'm so sorry."

"Not yet, you're not..."

And then she pulled back the pistol and whipped me across the face. The last thing I remember before she knocked me out was looking up at her and seeing her braces through her big, full lips.

She was smiling the eeriest, most sincere smile I'd ever seen.

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There was a hole above me. There was a box around my head. I didn't feel good at all. My hangover was starting to fade, but it wasn't from booze, no. This was a hangover from being knocked unconscious.

Where the fuck am I?

This has to be the bathroom. I feel the cold tile on my back, and I'm shackled down to something. I keep pounding and jesus this sucks. I have a ball gag in my mouth, too. I can't even fuckin' scream.

I started to moan and groan and move around, but nothing. It was like that all day, just me trying to find a way out of the shackles that I'd apparently been bound with.

It had to have been 9-10 hours when I heard keys in a lock. The door opens and I hear a voice.

"Nah, he's going to pay dearly for this. Huh? Oh no, I haven't told him yet. But he's going to find out that he made a big fucking mistake. Fucker's going to be real sorry. Yeah, it's not like he'll have a choice," she was tossing her keys down, taking off her coat, and then her voice got even louder as her face came into view in the hole above this planter's box type thing around my head, "Ok then. He's about to find out what this is all about. I'm going to treat him to a piece of himself real soon. Hahaha. Ok, girl, bye."

When the phone hung up, she took out her ear buds and bit her lower lip. There were no words, just her reaching in and pulling off the ball gag. She was staring down at me, almost sensually, and tugged down her pants. I could see her heavenly pussy, but I knew that's not what I was getting.

She turned around and her ample ass cheeks spread apart as she lowered herself to a seated position above me. Her asshole was shaved and a slightly darker brown than the rest of her skin.

A poof of a fart seeped out past her anus, and with this box being practically air-tight the only thing I smelled was her fart. I started to freak out.

"PLEASE! PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! DON'T FART IN MY FACE ANYMORE OH GOD PLEASE!!!"

She laughed, "Keep that mouth open, but don't say another fuckin' word or I will deadass cut off your nuts, bitch. Just smell my farts, loser."

Her asshole opened and a sputtering, wet fart dripped out a disgusting goo from her rectum. It dripped into my mouth and I gagged.

"Don't you fucking gag, neither. You was gonna fuckin' rape me, bitch. That's fucked up."

"I wasn't going to rape you!"

"Bitch, you bring a gun into my house and want to tell me what you was and wasn't gonna do? Aw hell nah. Eat this fart, bitch."

This one was hot. Good god, the heat from her fart felt like it was melting my face. The stench was horrific, but somehow I felt like this punishment was adequate and maybe a little easier than going to prison.

"If I do this, be your toilet... If I eat your shit this once, you'll let me go?"

Her laughter exploded and I saw her piss start to stream into my mouth, "Drink my piss, slave. And you will eat my shit until *I* decide you're don't doing so, understand? I will deadass make you my toilet for the rest of your life if I fucking feel like it. And you will THANK me for the opportunity. I'm a veteran and you're lucky that I didn't just kill yo ass. Understand this: you do not dictate policy. You will NEVER dictate policy. You are a fucking toilet to me now, you're not even human. So open your mouth as wide as your can so I can take a dump in your mouth and shit down your throat. Fucking toilet bitch."

I debated internally about what I was going to do about it...

She farted again, but this one was deep and bassy. This fart was alerting me to the arrival of something much worse than JUST a fart. This fart was the trumpets at the beginning of a reception line, beckoning me to give worship to the Queen that would soon arrive. This Queen would be a turd, though. And I would be expected to eat it. I was going to be expected to eat a piece of shit...

She adjusted herself above me, moving her ass cheeks around so her asshole would have a clearer shot at my mouth. The tip of her turd emerged and immediately the stink in this little box was overpowering. My senses were under attack: her shit looked slick, her shit smelled foul, her shit felt slimy, her shit sounded like it was sliding easily past her anus, and, finally, her shit tasted like the worst thing that had ever been in my mouth. I felt all of this and it was like my senses were firing on all cylinders. This was remarkably intense.

There was more light in the hole as she opened her legs up.

"Bite into my turd, loser. Take a bite out of my turd that's sitting in yo mouth."

I chomped down on the thick turd as it was connecting her anus to my mouth, the piece of shit still emerging and piling onto my face after the bite. She seemed content.

FInally, this piece of her dung had an end point. It was a single turd, but it was a foot and a half of thick, foul shit. It was a strange consistency, and I wanted to throw up. But I knew I'd have to just clean that up too. Her legs closed and I was plunged back into darkness.

With each bite, I took off about an inch of the turd, but I wasn't able to use my hands, so I had to maneuver her shit into my mouth. She sat above me the entire time, playing on her phone. I saw her asshole remain pretty well clinched and thought about how I just wanted to steal from her, but now she'd stolen my entire life away. She owned me now.

I finished eating her shit and then spoke.

"I'm done," I paused, "Can you at least tell me your name? Can I at least know the name of the person that owns me and whose shit I just ate like it was a meal..."

"Knuckles, but you address me as Master or Goddess or Owner. Your pick, slave. And I don't care about your name. Mother fucker tried to deadass rob me, bitch."

She slammed the lid shut on my new home and I heard the television pop on. I was like this for another few hours and the lid opened. Before I could talk, she was back above me with a heavy stream of hot piss. It was clear, so she was hydrated. Then she wiped, threw that in the regular toilet and flushed. Then BANG, the lid slammed even harder this time.

We lived like this for a month before she spoke to me again. Every day, every fucking day, I ate her shit. One load, always about 6 inches to a foot of turd. There were some days that it would be bigger. I could tell the weekends because she'd shit twice, and that was always the bigger load, the morning one. She would tease me about it, about how she wished her evening dump was the big one. But she was regular, so the days became predictable.

"So what was your deal, slave? I'm giving you permission to talk."

I was silent.

She applied pressure to my balls.

I spoke.

And I spoke.

And holy shit did I spill EVERYthing...

My ex wife. My sister. My career. My life on the street. EV. RY. THING.

"Holy shit, slave... That's... That's kind of fucked up."

"Yeah. And on top of all that, I'm chained up in your fucking bathroom and I've eaten at least a hundred pounds of your shit. I think I might die..."

"Ok, first of all, this was your own undoing. You had no idea I was a trained Marine, but you tried to fucking rob me. This is 100% on you. But don't be such a drama queen. I've made sure to put nutrient IVs in for you and I've gone so far as to get tested for transfusions with my bacteria. You're still good. I won't make you eat my shit forever, but as for eating my shit, you're goddamned right you will eat my shit! You're not done, neither. I feel bad for you, sure, but fact remains that you tried stealing from me. I've gotta make sure you learned your place. So I'll tell you what... I'm going to make tomorrow a very, VERY large dump. I'm gonna go ALL fuckin' out. And then after that dump, I'll let you go."

I started crying...

"Ok then, slave. I'm out."

She left the house and I was left alone in the silence yet again. There was nothing for me here, right now. No reason for me to be here.

What the hell was I supposed to do?

So I did what I'd been doing... Thinking.

I started thinking about what this meant and what my mistakes meant as my development and one theme kept popping up: My bitch "sister".

I know it's fucked up to not think of her as my sister because we were both adopted, but she treated me like such shit. She would do anything to keep me underneath her, and... Well...

I started to think she might have been right... Maybe this was my lot in life? Serving at someone's ass was demoralizing, to be certain, but shouldn't some be put at the lowest rung to serve those that are better than us? Shouldn't some of us exist purely so others might live a better life? Shoul-

The door opened.

The lid raised.

I saw her crooked smile with her braces peaking out. Then her beautiful caramel skin on her ass seemed to float her above me.

She farted with gusto. I'd lost track of time, but it had to have been an entire day. This fart was rotten and made it seem like her insides were going to just drop out. She farted again and it made me cough.

"Mother fucker... This is gonna be brutal for you, WHEW!"

She wasn't exaggerating.

The first piece of her shit just sort of dropped into my mouth with a thud. It was so dense that I wasn't sure if I could get through it because the stink matched the weight. She farted again, and now her gas just seemed a cruel joke.

A rumble above caught my full attention as I knew what would follow wouldn't be a turd... It was just an endless wave of a strange consistency of her waste. The light brown goop just sort of poured into my mouth with pauses only for her farts to propel the gunk more and more into my mouth. I laid like the fucking pathetic loser I knew I was, but she was merciless. She just kept letting her shit pile into my nose.

It dripped into my throat for me to swallow both through my mouth and my nose.

I thought I'd drown because she was not going to stop. But then finally...

It ended...

No more shit was pouring onto my face. Though my eyes were closed, I could tell it got brighter.

It was another 12 hours at least before I got through most of it. Some had caked onto my face.

"Fuck me, man... It STILL stinks in here. Ok. Here's the deal. I'mma let you out. You're going to have a gun pointed at your head. You'll clean up all my shit that missed your mouth from the time you served as my toilet. Make no mistake, if I decide that you're not doing a good enough job, I'll deadass make you my toilet for life. Do a good job, though, and I'll let you walk."

My heart raced when she unlocked the latches. No, I didn't make an escape attempt, I still had an insane amount of her shit all over my face. I cleaned everything and she let me shower.

As I was about to leave, she tossed me my wallet.

"I know everything about you. Go see your sister. Oh, and if you report this to the cops, one they won't believe you, but two, and I'm deadly serious, I will make you eat so much shit that you'll die. I will kill you with shit."

She didn't say bye and we didn't hug.

I just took my things and walked out the door. And then I ran.

I ran for about a block before realizing how weak I was. I was in no shape to live out here... Maybe...

The doorbell was that one you hear a lot of. dun dun DUN dunnnnn dun dun DUN dunnnnnnn....

Sonia opened the door.

"I'm ready to be what you always wanted me to be."

"And what is that?"

"I'm ready to be your toilet."

"Come in, then, toilet..."

She started to strap me down and told me about my new life... But that's for another time...