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At first, all I remembered was the noise and confusion of the kidnapping,followed by what seemed to be long days of complete and utter blackness, simplydue to my being held in a darkened room, with a blindfold. Of course, I wasbound so that I couldn't take off the blindfold, or try to escape.
Later, after I had time to think, the circumstances of my abduction cameback to me. I had just hung up the phone, after promising to donate some olddresses and skirts to an upcoming Junior League auction, when I heard a crashingsound at the back window, the sound of breaking glass. I saw the shards ofglass lying on the floor, and my first thought was, "Ernestina will needto clean this," Ernestina being our live-in maid. But any further thoughtswere cut short when a rough-fabriced cloth sack, smelling of dirt, was pulledover my head and I was carried off by several sets of strong hands. ThoughI yelled at first, I quieted when a voice growled, "Shut up, or I'll killyou!"
It was a very long trip, laying in the back of a van, or truck, and verybumpy. I could tell police many clues about the route, clues such as uniquetraffic sounds, and the like to help them find the kidnappers. After we arrivedat our destination, hours later, I was carried into a building, which I laterlearned was a house. Placed in the darkened room by myself, I found myselflonging for any kind of contact. Only one of my captors spoke to me every timeshe entered the room.
At first, she addressed me as Mrs. Cannon, and she'd talk about my husband,and the bad things he was doing to some group or other as a United States Senator.That's right, he's Senator Jack Cannon. You already know what state he represents,everyone does. And, of course, that makes me Sharon Cannon, the Senator's trophywife. We'd been married almost a full year. I was his second wife, 24 yearsold to his 51 years old. I believed our marriage to be idyllic, with no reasonto suspect otherwise.
Well, it appears that I've gotten "off-message," as Jack's aidessometimes say. The first captor that I came to know at all, addressed me firstas I have explained, then became more familiar, calling me "Sharon." SinceI could hardly stop her, and in truth came to look forward to her visits, Ididn't protest her familiarity. And I think it benefited me, in that she preventedthe others from hurting me at times.
It was never clear to me what they wanted. If they were asking for a
ransom, I certainly had no idea what it might be, nor was I in any positionto grant it. So, all I could do was try to cooperate, so that they wouldn'thurt me. The first thing they did, was strip me completely naked. Thankfully,they kept the room warm, so I was not cold, but my humiliation was total. Ihad no idea who might be staring at me. I don't think I'm being conceited ifI say that I am attractive. After all, I had won several national teenage beautypageants, and had several successful years as a model before marrying Jack.I'm sure that you remember me peering out from the pages of several women'smagazines.
Long blonde hair, green eyes, perfect teeth, snub nose, perfect complexion,5'6" tall, 110 pounds, full B-cup breasts - few people forget me.
There I go off-message again. My first captor, as I thought of her, toldme her name was Mirella, and that her "gang" represented a groupof people who had been hurt when my husband introduced a certain law a fewyears before. Something that they claimed took away their heritage, I'm notcertain of the circumstances. Mirella always took care to let me know whenshe was in the room, and I was grateful to her for that.
And so it was that I didn't protest overly much when Mirella told me theywere going to begin my indoctrination. So long as it didn't hurt, I thoughtthat I could stand it. Long speeches, boring manifestos, I didn't care so longas it didn't hurt me. That's why I found their training so strange. The firstthing that Mirella trained me in, was holding in my urine. She made me drinka lot of water, and "stretch out" my bladder, as she explained it.
At first it was most difficult, and I found myself wetting myself, streamsof urine running down my legs if I were standing, or spraying across my legsand feet if I were laying down. While I didn't like being wet, it was sucha relief to finally let go. At first, I was punished for not holding my urinelong enough, but never by Mirella. She would always stop the person who undertookto punish me, after a certain period of time. I soon learned that it wouldbe in my best interests to keep my urine, or "piss" as they mademe refer to it, tightly in. Eventually, I got to the point where I could drink2 quarts of water, and hold my bladder for several hours afterward. But I solooked forward to letting it go.
Then one day, while I was holding several quarts of water inside, Mirellacame in and told me that I would learn something new. I felt her touch on mynaked body, something that I viewed as a connection with another human, andenjoyed. She had me lay on my back, and pull my legs up to my breasts. I couldfeel that my pussy was so exposed, and I wondered if she was looking at it.Then I heard her say, "Let your piss go, now, Sharon. It's alright, goahead."
At first I had great difficulty. Have YOU ever tried to piss while lyingon your back? But the bladder pressure and my desire to please, were so greatthat eventually I could feel a little trickle run out. Part of my piss randown in a hot trail over my stomach, the other part ran down between my asscheeks, over my anus. Along with the relief in my bladder I could also feela tingle in my clit, from the heat of my own bodily fluid running over me.
Then Mirella said, coaxingly, "Let it ALL go, Sharon. Let your pee go." Ihad been unconsciously holding back, perhaps because of the pleasure it wasbringing me, but when I felt Mirella's strong hand under my already upraisedass, pushing it higher, I let go with a strong stream of piss that apparentlyat first went straight up, like a fountain, and then cascaded closer and closerto my face.
Several things happened then, and I nearly fainted. First, the stream ofmy piss, hot and wet, crashed back down directly on my clit. It had been solong since I had sexual release - Jack, honestly, was not the greatest of lovers- that I came immediately, shuddering and moaning from the extreme pleasure,unexpected in this place. Second, I farted a long, loud, and evidently smellyfart right into Mirella's hand on my ass. Instead of being angry, she laugheda tinkling, musical laugh. I was so relieved.
Finally, recovering from my orgasm, I noticed that piss was still cascadingout of me, and moving closer and closer to my mouth, aided by Mirella pointingmy pussy so that my piss WOULD hit my face. I was stunned, but helpless tostop her. My piss was soon splashing on my face, getting in my hair, and mynose and eyes, and especially in my mouth. I swallowed some, it was unavoidable.When Mirella saw me swallowing, obviously urine, she praised me, and told methat she would reward me for being good.
She took off my blindfold, and I got my first look at Mirella. She was beautiful,with the natural beauty of a Native American maiden. Long, straight black hair,quite thick, dark brown-black eyes, a beautiful complexion, slim, she quitetook my breath away. She let me remain without blindfold for one hour, thenapologetically said that she was required to put it back on, "Until Iwas a good girl again," as she put it This training went on for severalweeks, until I was very much looking forward to the opportunity to piss onmyself. Then Mirella brought me to the next stage, accepting her piss. Whilevery odd to feel someone else's hot liquid spraying onto your body, and smellingtheir distinctive scent, it didn't take nearly as long to get me used to herpiss, since I was used to my own, nor did it take her overly long to trainme in drinking her piss.
She had me kneel in front of her, still blindfolded, and nose out where herpussy was, always naked, then place my lips carefully over her folds, so thather hot, streaming pee would cascade into my open, and soon, eager, mouth.I would drink as she commanded me. As usual, after she was finished peeinginto my open mouth, she would reward me with the blindfold off for one hour.I came to enjoy looking at her body, and her beautiful face, more and more.
We continued with this strange piss play for a few weeks, then one day shecommanded me to move my mouth forward as usual, but the smell was all wrong.My face touched a round smoothness, where before there had been curled pubichair. The smell of shit was noticeable, too. Too late I realized that my facewas up against Mirella's naked ass! I had no room to move backwards withoutfalling over, so I had no choice but to remain where I was, and hope for thebest. I could feel Mirella separating her ass cheeks with her fingers, anda hot gust of fetid air blew past my nose. She was farting in my face! Butthe horror didn't end there. I continued to smell a horrible shit smell, andI heard Mirella grunting softly as she stood above me. Then I felt a hot, softmass pressing against my face, leaving a sticky residue on my skin.
Oh my word! Mirella was shitting on my face! I kept my mouth, and nostrilsclosed, and felt the warm mass falling into my lap, onto my thighs. I heardseveral loud farts, then Mirella saying, "You haven't been a good girltoday, Sharon. You let my offering go to waste." Then she left me there,alone, blindfolded and with several pieces of cold, slimy shit on me for severalhours.
The next day, the same thing happened, but this time I pressed my mouth againsther waste as it stuck out of her ass, and against her ass after the shit droppedout, but didn't open my mouth. She said, "You're doing better, Sharon,but not good enough." It wasn't until a week later that I worked up thecourage to open my mouth, and fully accept Mirella's shit, chew it and swallowit. I had never felt so degraded in my life, but also strangely energized.
Soon, I was opening my mouth to accept her shit, her fecal waste, her
poop. I know you can't conceive of such a strange practice, but it becamemy only salvation. I knew that if I just did as Mirella commanded, I mightsurvive this ordeal. I was so focused on "surviving," that I nevernoticed when it turned into a liking, then a passion, and finally, ecstasy.I was actually looking forward to the rank smell, the bitter taste, the slimytexture of Mirella's shit, sliding over my lips and filling my mouth. Chewingher waste, swallowing chunk after chunk of her feces, and then washed downwith her salty piss, hot and steaming, and fresh from her body.
Finally, the gang concocted their greatest degradation of me. They all assembledtogether, eight of them, all female, and took turns using me like some kindof toilet. The first, a woman with a gravelly voice, probably a smoker, splashedmy face with her urine, then, grunting loudly as she forced an unwilling turd,pushed out her waste onto my naked chest. Then, the second woman, soundinglike a college girl, or of that age, splashed gallons of watery diarrhea allover my lower body - the smell was horrendous! Next, 2 young girls, possibly10 or 12, no older. 1 pissing her very full bladder into my open mouth, theother pissing on my pussy. Then the 2 standing ass to ass, depositing theircreamy loads of young girl shit on my breasts. The last 4 are vague to me,as by this point I was in a haze of ecstasy, cumming every time a splash ofpiss or chunk of shit hit, and smeared itself on my body.
Countless times I orgasmed from the smell, and the taste and feel of pissand shit on me, even from the sounds of farting as women prepared to let loosepounds of their waste on my defenseless, naked body. I must admit that I hadnever felt so satisfied, or sexually complete in my life, and that nothingcould ever match the pleasure I felt when all of those women covered me inshit and hot piss. I thought that I would be condemned to this degradationforever, until...
Mirella was training me to even newer and stranger practices, when the changehappened.
I heard a crash above me, and Mirella was thrown to the ground, judging byher abrupt grunt and silence. Then gentle hands took the blindfold off me,and a masculine voice said, "Mrs. Stone, I am SO happy to have found you!My name's Ed Casey, I'm a private detective that your husband, the Senator,hired to find you while the police spun their wheels. It was tough sledding,but on a hunch, I was able to track this group down and find you. I've gotto get you loose before the other gang members get back!"
The detective stood me up and loosened my shackles, rubbing my wrists tofully restore my circulation. "Are you feeling okay? My God! What didthose deviants DO to you?" He asked with a look of concern in his eyes.I nodded back that I was okay, whispering, "Yes, I'm okay," and helooked relieved. "Good," he said.
When he turned his back to me, I picked up a large piece of lumber by myfeet. I hit him over the head with it, then checked to see that he was trulyunconscious. Satisfied that he was, I walked over to Mirella, and softly pattedher cheeks.
"Mistress!" I said sharply. Then, as I saw her returning to consciousness,I sat down next to her and put my blindfold back on, waiting for her to awaken.
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