The Reporter
by Jade

Your eyes flutter awake, a horrible screeching in your ears. As you glance up you see an all too familiar sight in the monitor positioned just above your face, the ass of one of the students. Moments later a deluge of waste is forced down the tube and into your helpless mouth. The taste is absolutely indescribable, the texture thick and unbearably gooey. At this point you know you have no choice but to power through and consume it all, lest your compliance implant comes screaming to life. This isn’t the first and undoubtedly this isn’t the last time you’ll be treated to this, as you are no longer a person but a simple piece of the human septic system of St. Mildred’s.

Before all of this you were Tiffany Strong, award winning journalist. You had made it your life’s purpose to expose the worst of the worst, the most corrupt, underhanded and unethical people and organizations the world over. You’ve covered it all, from human trafficking rings to government mind control experiments to mob operated daycare centers. Through all of your investigations one question, more a rumor, has popped up at every turn: St. Mildred’s school for girls. Supposedly the daughters of the world’s absolute top elite attend on a “by invitation” basis. The odd part however is the complete lack of information on the place, no one knows who runs the place, how long it’s been around, hell no one even knows where the place is; some people claiming that it existed on another plain of existence entirely. You being a true journalist have managed to dig up some info, despite the lack so much of a mention on the surface web you managed to find some info, however sparse on the darkweb, tales of horrible rituals and disgusting practices of the administration and student body. In all your research one thing you notice was that anyone that so much as mentioned the place never posted again.

After several weeks of digging through rumor and hearsay from the most buried reaches of the internet a miracle came across your desk, a goddamned invitation to tour the place and an exclusive interview with the headmistress. Jackpot. The caveat was that no digital recording media were allowed on the campus, as a means of protecting the privacy of the students. During your research you came across, many a warning to avoid the place but goddamnit you’ve interviewed warlords and dictators you weren’t going to pass this opportunity by. A week later you were being escorted through the airport to the private jet that would be taking you to the school.

The plane was a lavish jet, much more than need be to transport a single reporter. You’ve dealt with this before, the scumbags of the world love to try and buy the press, you weren’t buying it. As you settle in before takeoff you notice three things: a glass of champagne sitting on a table next to your seat; a complete lack of anyone else on board; and strangely a lingering aroma of… shit? You try and ignore it, taking your champagne as the plane gets airborne and taking a sip. It wasn’t champagne, it was acrid and bitter “holy shit, what the fuck is with this flute full of piss” you shout to no response, but something compelled you to keep drinking, after finishing your flute of piss, disgusted with yourself and confused as to why you kept drinking a wave of tiredness washes over you. When you wake up you find yourself landing at the schools private airstrip. Someone came aboard the plane, a student; she introduces herself as Sadie, and informs you that she has been given the privilege of leading your tour. Sadie was beautiful, wearing what you assume to be the schools uniform, her auburn hair held up in a long ponytail. As she guides you through the school pointing out various buildings and areas, you furiously take note of everything you can, including the fact that Sadie is glistening with a layer of sweat and even from a distance you notice the unmistakable scent of body odor, you try to politely ignore it. Your tour eventually takes you to what Sadie calls the admin office, she follows you into the room and locks the door, fear rising within you as you notice that you are in a completely unfurnished room, not even a vent or a window. Sadie’s expression quickly turns to a sadistic smile as she approaches you, “So, bitch thought you would dig into our school? If you had known what was good for you, you would’ve just ignored the invite. We would have just killed you and moved on, but you decided to take the FUN option.” The emphasis she put on the word “fun” was absolutely terrifying, you begin to back up shrinking in fear as countless scenarios of what was to befall you swirl in your mind. “You see, bitch, this school teaches us that we are goddesses above you peasants. The punishment for interfering with that is severe, in due time you’ll learn your fate but for now your my toy, no one’s going to bother us”. She lunged forward at you knocking you to the ground. In a daze you don’t even notice her removing her panties but suddenly they’re being shoved in your mouth, the taste is absolutely disgusting obviously they hadn’t been washed in quite a while. “You like those, bitch?” Sadie says staring down at you “I haven’t changed them in over a month, my treat to you. And here comes another one!” she says as she mashes her pussy into your face, upon making contact with your lips a flood of fresh piss is forced into your mouth soaking the already horrible panties. Tears begin to roll down your face as Sadie laughs at your plight. An ominous grumble emanates from her gut as she grinds her piss soaked pussy into your face. Her laughter distills into a horrific giggling as she turns around to sit with her full weight on your face, she grinds your face in until your nose is firmly wedged into her asshole, another grumble emanates from above you. “you know I guess you’re kinda lucky, the only rule I was given for this was that I couldn’t force you to eat my shit yet”. “yet?” you begin to fearfully question in your mind before all thought is stolen from you as Sadie unleashes a god awful fart directly into your nose a torrent of stink overpowers you as you realize how helpless you truly are. Your face violently vibrates with another fart as your nostrils burn with the smell of pure unfiltered shit, your silent tears giving way to full blown sobs into Sadie’s snatch. “Oh god! Keep that up, I’m gonna cum” she moans dropping a burning silent monster of a fart into you. This goes on for what feels like hours until you are graced by unconsciousness.

Eventually you begin to wake up, its pitch black. As your senses start to return to you, you notice that your mouth is held open by some matter of gag, you instinctively squirm trying to escape the gag and you quickly become aware of the fact that no matter how hard you try you can’t move anything, your head held firm in some manner of harness, and no way of knowing if you even have limbs anymore. Suddenly a painful screech steals your thoughts of struggle, above you a screen flickers to life. The display seems to be that of… “oh god, oh god no” it was from a toilet bowls point of view and staring down at you was Sadie’s sadistic smile “I hope your ready reporter bitch, I’ve been holding this for days” she says, her voice seeming to come from within your own head she proceeds to take a seat upon the porcelain throne, her asshole flexes multiple times before a thick log begins to emerge. Frankly it was the single largest piece of shit you had ever seen. Within a minute your view is completely blocked as the bowl is filled with her waste. You her laughter inside your brain and what sounded like a button being pressed. Seconds later a trickle of shit slime flows into your mouth, you try your hardest to stop it but you simply cannot, the slime begins to pool at the back of your throat, it tastes just like her farts, only infinitely more concentrated. Moments later the solid mass begins to enter your maw, as the first of it graces your tongue you are overwhelmed by the worst flavor you have ever encountered painfully bitter and strangely earthy, you try and plug the flow with your tongue. That works for a few seconds until a wave of intense pain surges through your body. Sadie informs you that it will just get worse unless you accept your fate and eat her waste, all of it, she goes on to explain that the compliance implant will turn itself once off you start eating. Begrudgingly you allow your helpless maw to fill with shit, you try to chew it but the taste just intensifies, the texture is ungodly thick, and unsettlingly creamy, the shit sticks to every surface of your mouth. You gag and try to stop defeated, however the implant kicks back in. eventually you force yourself to choke down Sadie’s entire dump her laughter never stopping as you go. Sobbing you take down the last of it you take a deep breath of heavy, shit scented air. Glancing up at the screen above you, you watch Sadie leave. You sigh feeling safe for now, however as soon as you heard the door close it opens again, a stranger stares down the bowl and begins to slowly and sensually explain in graphic detail everything she had eaten over the last two days, a myriad of alfredos, cheeses and ice cream; finishing by informing you that she’s severely lactose intolerant. You weep into your gag, the reality of your new reality crashing down on you.

Over time your users slowly stopped looking down at you, the girls voices in your head stopped, god only knows how long ago, presumably the microphone had been disabled or they merely decided to no longer acknowledge you. Over time you tried to resign yourself but the ungodly taste of human shit is always jarring. You’ve tried to allow yourself to drift into a delusional fantasy to escape this hell countless times, however that goddamed screech informing you that you are about to be flooded with shit always rips you from them. Your entire life now comprised of eating the shit of the daughters of billionaires for no reason other than to make them feel superior, while you go forgotten as one of the toilets within the infamous human septic system of St. Mildeds School.