Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful
as he wrote his words of love. He had thought of them
last night as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke,
the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass
was still sore from it; the thought of it made his
abused asshole quiver in fear.
He’d had to commit the words he was now writing to
memory, for he had been fucked all through the night
that night and had been performing toilet duties all
morning, ran his errands in the afternoon and had just
finished performing for his most recent scat video his
Mistress makes of his sessions (and sells them for a
tidy sum, by the way!) This was the first time he
didn’t have a cock in an orifice or shit or piss in his
mouth.
Nevertheless, he had to be careful and take his time-
all he had to write with was lipstick and his only
medium for his opus was the toilet paper that was kept
under the sink. The toilet paper, of course, hadn’t
been used in quite a few weeks now, a fact that he
should have been proud of- if, that is, he had been a
willing toilet slave and not forced into it by his
girlfriend.
Ever since he’d come to visit her here to confront her
about their increasingly distant relationship and
discovered the true nature of the school, his fate had
been sealed. To his horror, he’d learned that his
girlfriend had been systematically instructed and
perverted in every manner of sexual deviance known to
man. He resolved to stick with his girlfriend, though,
he loved her deeply, and was certain he could never
live without her.
Try as he might, he was unable to convince her to
leave. In fact, she wouldn’t even touch him. Jealously,
he’d overhear her being savagely fucked by Headmistress
Lynne and Coach Luke and the others, hear her go on
wantonly about the delectable taste of her classmate
Inya’s copious shit…
Then the one day she finally agreed to allow him to
orally service her, Headmistress Lynne returned from
vacation and changed everything (see POGP #1). Since
then, he’d become Mishi’s complete slave, obeying her
every command in the hopes that she might come to
realize how much he loves her, how devoted he is to
her… that someday she might reciprocate.
Here in the bathroom (his permanent sleeping quarters
here at the New Sodom School for Gifted Youngsters), he
laid on his stomach on the cold tile floor, his tiny
penis shriveling up even more, carefully inscribing his
words of devotion and love for his wayward girlfriend.
His leash pulled somewhat on his collar; he was at the
very end of his range in order to lie comfortably while
he wrote.
Behind him, he heard the bathroom door creak open and
worried that he would have to finish the poem later, he
only had one more stanza to go… but he didn’t see
anyone. Suddenly, he felt a rough, wet tongue licking
at his asshole. He looked down and saw Thumper, Mishi’s
pet Great Dane, licking him. Instinctively, he raised
up his ass into the air for Thumper to get better
access to his anus.
He knew that if Thumper was found humping someone’s leg
that Mishi would find out and severely punish Greg for
not taking care of Thumper’s needs. Besides, being ass-
fucked by a dog (even one with a huge penis that
inflated once inside him) was better for him at the
moment than someone who’d require his full attention.
So he arched his back and presented his ass for Thumper
while he continued his poem, he wanted to get it done
before he saw Mishi next… he had planned to pick up a
rose and some chocolates tomorrow during his errands
and surprise her when they were alone… if he could
just get her alone for a couple minutes.
No matter how many times he’d had dog cock plunged into
his bowels, he never got used to the shock of it- the
sheer animalistic nature of the fucking he’d get- and
the humiliation of feeling the dog’s hot jizz shoot
into his guts, the dog’s sperm trying in vein to
impregnate his intestines… The force of the
penetration knocked him off balance a little, but the
wayward lipstick left only a small smear on his work of
art.
As Thumper ground into his ass and panted, dog drool
running down his back, Greg struggled to remember the
last lines of his masterpiece that he’d been trying to
keep in memory the past 24 hours. Through the panting
and humping and drooling and thrusting, he managed to
recall the last few elusive words and finished the poem
just as Thumper howled and shot his load of dog cum
deep into him. He could feel each jet of jism shoot
through the dogs penis as it throbbed against his
sphincter … he could feel the hot jets smacking
against the insides of his bowels, filling him up with
a canine cum enema.
Thumper collapsed on top of Greg, exhausted, his
swollen penis stuck inside the surrogate bitch. Greg
lay there under him, both of them breathing in time. He
felt incredibly used, but no more than any of the other
days since his enslavement.
Suddenly the door opened again and Wesley walked in.
Looking down at the odd couple, Wesley laughed
sadistically.
“Come on, you lazy bastard, it’s my turn!” Wesley
grunted as he lifted Thumper off of Greg. With a wet
pop, Thumper’s cock withdrew from Greg’s distended
anus, leaving a trail of brown-tinged semen.
“Get, ya mutt!” Wesley said as he kicked the dog out
who scurried off with a yelp.
Wesley turned back to Greg, “Okay, your ass looks
pretty loose there, I guess it’ll just have to be a
blowjob tonight, faggot.” he said and held his cock out
imperiously.
Greg got to his knees and silently slipped his mouth
around the boy’s cock. Wesley took no time in grabbing
Greg by the back of the head and roughly face-fucking
him.
But, after just a few strokes, he felt Wesley’s grip
loosen and heard him cry out in surprise. Suddenly
Wesley fell away from his, his dick abruptly pulled
from his mouth. As Greg looked up, spittle running down
his chin, he saw Mishi standing there, holding Wesley
by the neck with one hand and twisting his arm behind
his back with the other.
She wordlessly and relatively effortlessly threw the
skinny teenager out of the room and closed the door.
“M-Mishi!” Greg was surprised and remembered too late
he was never to speak unless spoken to, that always
annoyed Mishi.
Mishi was hocking and snorting- she grabbed Greg by the
one lock of hair he was allowed to keep and yanked his
head back roughly, his mouth forced open, “‘lo,
Greggie-Poo!” she bent down, opening Greg’s mouth and
spit a nasty, thick, yellow-green loogie down his
throat. He swallowed obediently with a loud gulp.
Mishi watched the slimy snot slide down Greg’s gullet
and let him go. It was then that she noticed him
clutching the toilet paper.
“What the fuck is THAT?!” she demanded. Greg was NEVER
allowed to use toilet paper, he was always supposed to
get every last morsel of shit using only his tongue.
“N-nothing!” Greg panicked, trying to hide the
evidence.
“NOTHING?! What the fuck do you think I am, stupid?!”
Mishi shouted, “Is that it? You think you’re better
than me, you little worm? You think you’re smarter than
me because you’re allegedly a man?! Hunh?”
Greg sat there, hunched in a defensive posture, staring
up at his mistress in fear, eyes wide, not knowing what
to say to appease her.
“Answer me, you fucking faggot!” She yelled and slapped
him hard across the face, “DO YOU THINK I’M STUPID?!”
“N-No, Ma’am!” Greg sputtered.
“Good, ’cause I got news for you, technically you don’t
qualify as a man in my book- bot with that one-inch
wart you generously call a dick!” Mishi verbally abused
him, “So, tell me again, what the fuck is that.”
“I… it’s a poem- I – I wrote you a poem…” Greg held
it up for her, it wasn’t exactly the conditions he
intended on giving it to her in, but the power of the
words would speak for themselves, he was certain, “…
it…”
“Really?” She said cheerily as she snatched it from his
hands, “I always like to read while I’m taking a dump.”
“A…” Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted no
time squatting over his face, her already quivering
asshole right on his lips.
“Yup, this is gonna be a big one, too,” Mishi
explained, “we just had a huge barbecue this afternoon
and I haven’t gone to the bathroom all day… ungh…”
her asshole popped open to release a wet fart in Greg’s
face, prompting him to open his mouth in preparation of
his duties.
“..eghh…” Greg fought his gag reflex, it was a
particularly nasty smelling fart and as much shit as
he’d eaten over the last few weeks, he was sure he’d
never get used to the taste.
Mishi began to strain, a full day’s worth of
constipated shit was trying to make it’s way out of her
ladylike little asshole, “RRRmmmmggghh… ungh…” Greg
could see her asshole distending as the shitlog pushed
and stretched her skin, distorting her perfect ass,
“Ahhhh…”
A huge load dropped directly into Greg’s mouth and he
pressed his mouth harder against her rapidly dilating
shithole. He got straight to the work of chewing and
swallowing her load as quickly as he could- Mishi was
right, this was looking to be a rather large meal,
“Munch gulp gulp – guh, schlurp,” Greg made obscene
noises as he chewed down her fecal treats, “URP – munsh
gulp slurp slurp – mlegh, gulp – urk”
“Let’s see… ‘Ode to my Mishi, how I love thee,
together we will be, just you and me’ – UNGH –
FFLLFLTTHTHTH!!! unh..” Another huge load of crap
exited her asshole.
“Mglrmgmgmrgmglmpfugnlmglerp” Greg gagged a bit as the
new firm shit shoves some half-chewed shit down his
throat, “GULP … guhhh”
“Unh… ‘Entwined in your arms, I give you my heart,
enchanted by your charms, we shall never ever-”
FFFARRRTTTHHhhh!!!
A long, wet fart exploded from her ass and filled
Greg’s mouth with gas and wet shit. The gas exploded
out his nose and saturated his oral and sinus cavities.
It was a smell he was quite familiar with now and knew
he’d never, ever forget, not in a million years.
His thoughts drifted and he remembered with a kind of
cold detachment something he’d heard about the sense of
smell and the memory- that they were so closely linked
because the particles you smelled actually came into
direct contact with part of your brain… he realized
that particles of shit were actually coming from her
bowels and touching his brain… he was truly hers…
not only was she shitting in his mind, essentially, but
some of the shit he’d eaten from her ass and the piss
he’d drunken from her shaven cunt countless times has
no doubt been absorbed by him and become part of his
body, used to grow new cells, used for energy… he and
her shit were inextricably enmeshed… he had become
her shit.
“Damn, that smells raunchy!” Mishi chuckled and looked
down at Greg, “must be pretty ripe down there, hunh?”
Greg simply looked up at her helplessly, swallowing her
waste obediently, “okay, so where was I… ‘arms…
heart… yeah, yeah… charms, etc… oh, right,
‘enchanted by your charms, we shall never ever
part’…”
Mishi paused to squeeze a long shitrope down Greg’s
gullet.
“Gulp gulp munch chew slurp gulp gulp gulp,” Greg
struggled to get it all down, to not let a single
morsel go to waste.
“‘You look into my eyes and I know you love me’,” Mishi
continued reading,” ‘Beneath the starry skies, together
we shall be’… Ungh… UNGH…” Mishi strained hard,
feeling the main bulk of her movement coming… with a
vengeance, “URRRGNNGHHHHAGGHHHHHHH! God DAMN that was a
hard one! Big as Hell! I need more fiber in my diet,
hey, Greggie-Poo?”
“Munch gulp gulp chew munch gulp glurp mgup
chewchewchew gulp,” Greg did his best to crew the
incredible log into something marginally manageable to
swallow, but knew he had better make room for the rest
and did his best to choke it down, “mmglrch… GULP!”
In several long, huge protracted swallows, Greg
swallowed the entire turn, visibly bulging his throat
every time. The large lump each time seemed like it was
going to get stuck there or revolt and reverse course.
Amazing even himself, though, he downed the entire
gigantic turd fed to him by his beloved.
“Okay, where was I again… ? Oh… ‘starry skies’ blah
blah blah blah…,” Mishi absent-mindedly let loose
another foul, wet fart into her former boyfriend’s
shit-stained mouth, “…okay, uh… ‘Some day when we
are married, and you become my wife; across love’s
river we’ll be ferried, to live a happy… ‘ Hey,
shitheel, what’s this last word, it’s got a drop of dog
cum on it.”
“LRF!” Greg choked out around the shit log he was
currently choking down from Mishi’s hugely distended
asshole.
“Lrf? Oh, ‘life’! Of course! Ungh! Oh, yeah,” Mishi
bent over and braced herself,
“FLURRRRRRTHGLTH-GLURPHULLTHHHHHHhhhh- ah, that
laxative I took must be kicking in…”
Greg’s eyes bulged as he felt the sudden onrush of
liquefied shit and began swallowing as fast as he
could, occasionally gagging on the more solid chunks
among the river of feces, “Gulp-gulpgulp
munchgulpchewslurrrrrglup- gulp gulp gulpurrgh-eh-
slurrrgulp-slurrrrrrgl… gulpgulpgulp… egh… URP!”
Greg burped up a pocket of anal gas so repulsive he
couldn’t believe it came from his own stomach, “Ech…
engh….”
“Hmmm…” Mishi sat and furrowed her brow as she
strained to squeeze any last morsel of fecal matter
from her dripping, filthy anus, but all she managed
were a couple more wet farts that coated the inside of
Greg’s mouth. Greg accepted the slimy expulsions with a
defeated, humiliated state of mind, “Oh well, I guess
that’s it, I’ll have to try to build up more next time,
that was too easy.”
Greg felt like he’d gained five pounds in the last 5
minutes, he could imagine that Mishi thought that the
task had been easy… on the other hand, that meant he
had pleased her, so he was happy to hear this.
“Ugh… wha…,” Greg struggled to talk, his throat
sore from swallowing huge lumps of turd, “what did you
think of-”
“ACHOO!” Mishi sneezed violently into the toilet paper,
blowing holes clear through parts of it,
“SSNURRRRPHFTH-gthfnnnthhhh..” As Greg watched in utter
horror, Mishi blew her nose in his masterpiece of love
and devotion, filling it with huge gobs of nasal slime
and greenish-brown snots dripping with yellow mucus.
“M-Mi-My…!” Greg struggled to articulate his horror
and shock, but to no avail.
“fllththhth” Mishi finished blowing her nose in the
thoroughly soaked wad of toilet paper, “Jesus, it’s so
dusty in here! You really should keep this place
cleaner, Greggie-Poo! I’ll have to get Luke to bring
your French Maid outfit so you can lick up all the dust
in the room,” Mishi’s pussy quivered at the image of
her thoroughly whipped ex-boyfriend on all fours
licking the floor with a frilly pink feather duster
sticking obscenely out of his ass.
“My… my…” Greg hadn’t registered a single word
Mishi had said, he was staring, fixated, at the lump of
snot and toilet paper that was once his supreme
expression of love.
“Oh, your poem?” Mishi held it up for Greg to see and
slowly and deliberately wiped her incredibly filthy ass
crack with it getting sadistic glee in watching Greg’s
eyes follow it in horror, his lower lip beginning to
quiver. When her ass was as clean as she could get it
with the filthy wad of paper, she quickly grabbed
Greg’s head and yanked it back, “Here you go!” and
shoved the foul pile of shit, snot and sappy love
poetry into Greg’s heavily browned mouth.
“GURP!” Greg’s eyes bulged and he started to raise his
hands in protest, but caught himself. He began to
whimper pathetically.
Mishi leaned down and talked right into Greg’s ear,
watching the wad of paper in his mouth intently, “Eat
it,” she ordered.
“Rrrr!” Greg pleaded with her wordlessly, his eyes
straining to catch hers and evoke some modicum of pity.
Mishi in turn slapped him as hard as she could, “EAT
IT!!!!” – the force of the blow made him bite down
instinctively, rivulets of slimy snot and goop tore
through the soggy toilet paper and ran down to the back
of his throat, tickling it and triggering his
swallowing reflex.
“Rkay! Rkay!” Greg knew better than to displease or
disobey Mishi and began to hesitantly chew the wad of
slime and shit and paper.
“Good, good…” Mishi watched with glee as the snots
and mucus she’d filled the wad with squirted out
through the paper, lumps of boogers pussing out and
dripping down into his mouth, coating his tongue. She
caught one wayward snot leaving a slime-trial down his
chin and scooped it back up into his mouth to make sure
he enjoyed every last tidbit of nastiness she’d
prepared for him. Greg chewed and swallowed repeatedly,
destroying a little more of his will and pride with
each gulp.
Finally Greg finished and opened his mouth for Mishi to
witness.
“You really are pathetic,” Mishi stood up as she shoves
Greg to the floor.
Greg began sobbing uncontrollably, he knew he’d never
be able to remember his work of art again, it was lost
forever, it was being destroyed by the acids in his
stomach, he could feel his guts churning to digest it.
“You little faggot, crying like a fuckin’ little
pansy,” Mishi sneered with sheer, utter contempt. She
turned and saw Luke walking by. She whistled to get his
attention and he walked over. Luke looked in the room
and saw Greg sobbing on the floor and shook his head in
disgust.
“Luke, honey, listen,” Mishi caressed the big black
man’s bare muscled chest sensuously as she gave him
instructions, “This little shit-for-brains disobeyed me
and that room is dirty as Hell. Put him in that short
French Maid’s skirt, give him a steaming hot piss enema
and shove the feather duster up his ass- make him hold
it while he licks the room clean, and I mean spotless.
Then punish him real good for his insubordination. When
you’re all done, he can have his enema for dinner if he
doesn’t spill it.”
Greg saw the impressive bulge in Luke’s jeans grow as
Mishi described his punishment and knew he had a long,
long night ahead of him.
“Yo, you got it, bitch, he’s gonna be in a WORLD a
shit!” Luke chuckled as he cracked his knuckles loudly.
“Good!” Mishi chirped pleasantly, almost playfully, as
she stood back and glanced down disdainfully at the
crushed, worthless worm before her, “Just as he
deserves,” She leaned down and grabbed Greg by the jaw
and lifted his head to make eye contact with him and
said in the nastiest, cruelest, most contemptible tone:
“Looks like you’re up Shit’s Creek, not Love’s River,
Greggie-Poo!”
And with that, she turned lightly on her toes and
pranced out of Greg’s little world of pain and
suffering.
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