Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2003 02:27:40 +0000
From: will adams <willadams_8@hotmail.com>
Subject: Natasha part nine

Thirty-three-year-old Amber Harris' downward descent delving into
degradation and depravity was very pleasing to her 13-year-old Mistress,
Natasha Natoli.  Natasha didn't care at all about her sluts, but she loved
it when they completely whored themselves out to please her.  Her pleasure
was really the only thing in the world that mattered.

Since accepting the beating and serving as the slut at the lesbian scat
picnic, Amber's progress into perversion was speeding up.  She had told her
husband about her new owner -- Natasha Natoli -- and had, as promised, moved
into her own apartment, leaving her two teenage daughters in the custody of
her stupid shit of a husband.  She had also told her husband she was forming
a new group called Natasha's Whores -- the name was her own idea -- and that
she wanted to completely serve the young teenage goddess.  The stupid fuck
was, of course, completely dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how his
once-loving wife had gone off the deep end for the young Natasha.  The
stupid husband could, however, see how attractive Natasha was and came to
grips with the change in his life as best he could.

Amber had also replaced the two crude paper clip nipple piercings Natasha
had installed.  In their place were two pure gold, one-inch nipple rings and
each had a charm hanging from it.  On one was engraved "Natasha's Whore" and
on the other "Natasha's Shit Eater".  Natasha had also taken Amber to a
nasty tattoo artist she had learned about and had a nude likeness of herself
tattooed onto Amber's shapely upper left arm.  On Amber's lower back, but
high enough to always show above a bikini bottom, Natasha had instructed the
artist to tattoo on the words "I am Natasha Natoli's Shit Eater", marking
Amber forever as her hopeless slut.   The tattoo also included a caricature
of Natasha taking a full dump in Amber's mouth.  Natasha was impressed with
how life-like the tattoo was and liked it that the woman taking the shit had
"Natasha" marked on her and the recipient of the shit feast had "Amber" on
her.   And Amber didn't object for a second, remembering the beating she had
received the last time she had decided to challenge Natasha's control over
her.  In payment for the tattoo work, Natasha had told Amber to eat out the
diesel dyke artist.  The bull dyke shimmied off her jeans and exposed her
heavy legs and full, black-haired bush.  Natasha pushed Amber down by her
head and said, "Eat it whore."  Amber, on her knees, dived into the lushly
haired box, using her nose to move the heavy woman's bush hair aside and
expose her clit.  Amber homed in on the clit meat and began lipping and
tonguing it, bringing the artist to a quick climax.  On the way home,
Natasha congratulated Amber on the fine job she had done eating the pussy of
the overweight tattoo artist.

"You better get used to eating twat like that because I'm going to be
actually turning you into a whore so you can make money for me," Natasha
said.  "I figure a good looking pussy like you can earn a pretty penny for
me eating the bushes of fat women, I think I'll have you specialize in
whoring with fat girls.  Oh yeah, it's too exciting, a thin, good-looking
blonde like yourself, eating and whoring out as a sex slave to fat girls.
Toooooo delicious."

That's when the idea hit her of having each of her whores specialize in a
particular type of lady.  Amber would handle fat girls, Alice Burns could
handle African-Americans, Candy Jeffe would handle senior citizen women and
so forth.  What a great idea, Natasha congratulated herself.

Amber never batted an eye.  Anything, she thought, just to be around the
delightful Natasha.

Natasha was also proceeding quite nicely in building her nasty domain as
well.  She had starred in three more scat movies in the Natasha Series --
`Natasha -- shitting on the librarian and her daughter';  `Natasha -- shitting
on her teacher'; and `Natasha -- shitting on her own mother.'  All three had
been huge revenue producers and Natasha had pocketed $50,000 each for the
librarian and teacher movies and $100,000 for the movie starring her whore
of a mother.  Natasha also continued to regularly visit The Litter Box and
had captured another dozen or so shit whores who were devotees of her
perverse lifestyle.


Amber had also made good on her promise to round up other closet lesbians to
worship at the altar of Natasha's charms. It had been easy to find these
waiting sluts.  All Amber had to do was attend various high school events
with her 15 and 16-year-old daughters and watch the housewives whose eyes
lingered a little too long -- and longingly -- on the fresh young tits and
private parts of the teenagers.  It was easy to see the pent up lust in the
eyes of these potential whores.  Some of them were just so shameless in
lusting on the young girl's legs, asses and tits.  Capturing the first whore
had been ridiculously easy.

Olivia Smith was her name and Amber told Natasha that she had discovered
Olivia's secret yearnings over coffee at the local Starbucks.  Olivia told
Natasha that once she got to know her a little better; the 39-year-old woman
confessed that she had lost interest in sex with her husband and had grown
increasingly interested and intrigued by young women and the thought of
serving as a slave to a dominant one.  Amber continued that after Olivia's
sharing, Amber told her that she had also taken a young, teenage lover.

Amber never saw the slap coming from Natasha as they sat in Amber's
apartment.  Natasha repeatedly bitch slapped the older woman until her
cheeks had turned a bright red.

"Listen whore, and listen well, I am not YOUR lover, YOU are MY slave, let
me remind you again that I don't give a fuck about you and that you exist
only to service me," Natasha bellowed.  "Now continue with the story, but
don't ever call us lovers, the only love going on here is your love for my
stinking ass loafs, which you can never seem to get enough of."

"Oh, please forgive me again Mistress Natasha, I didn't mean to imply
anything that isn't, I just thought it would make her feel more comfortable
in talking about her desires so I could deliver her for you, please forgive
me," Amber wailed.

"You are forgiven," Natasha allowed.  "Now tell me more."

"Well," Amber continued, "she's still married but she sleeps in a separate
bedroom.  Her husband owns a string of fast food restaurants and they are
very wealthy.  Olivia drives a big Mercedes SL class sports car and she's
really a looker, even at 39 years old.'

"Go on," Natasha said.

"Well, she told me that for a number of years she has really had the hots
for young girls, well-built young girls," Amber said.  "She just doesn't
know how to approach it."

"We can help her," Natasha said, "have her over here tomorrow morning and
tell her she can meet your young `lover', but don't dare call me your lover
in front of her.  Once she's here, have her sit in the kitchen and tell her
I'm upstairs.  Then I'll come down the stairs nude and before you can say
`snatch snack', I'll have her on her knees eating my cunt."

Amber didn't think it would be that easy, but she knew better than to
question Natasha, and actually better than to doubt her.

By the way, Natasha asked, what does she look like?

"She's a bleached blonde, bit tits, long legs and flat stomach, and quite
pretty," Amber said.

"Good," Natasha said, "you know I like to crap in blonde's mouths, it shows
them for the sluts they are."

"Did you mention scat activities to her," Natasha said.

Amber indicated that she had tried to turn the conversation around to more
perverted topics, but that Olivia had balked and not wanted to discuss such
foul subjects at all.

"She said she never understood how people could get excited about urine and
other bodily fluids," Amber said.

"Again, mark my words, I'll have her begging for my shit within a week,"
Natasha concluded.

Olivia was a pretty unhappy woman and so when she got the call from Amber to
meet Amber's young slut, she accepted immediately.  Although she had no
plan, she figured the meeting would at least feed her masturbation
fantasies.  She wondered how young Amber's lover was.  Her own fantasies ran
to young teenagers and it was really turning her beaver on to think about a
young girl making it with Amber. She drove over to Amber's house in her SL
class Mercedes Benz and arrived at the time suggested:  8 a.m.

Amber ushered her into the kitchen and Olivia asked where the young girl
was.

"She's upstairs," Amber said, "she's just waking up."

As Amber finished speaking, the beautiful Natasha walked into the room with
the tousled-hair look of a slut who's just woken after an exciting evening
in the sack.  As usual, when older whores got their first glimpse of the
alluring young girl, Olivia's breath was taken away with the young girl's
beauty.

Natasha didn't say a word, having carefully scripted what was about to
happen in her mind and knowing the new slut Olivia would be even more turned
on if no words were exchanged as she ended up on her knees eating Natasha's
twat.

Natasha strolled over to an empty chair at the kitchen table and hiked up
one of her legs on the seat, brazenly displaying her sex to both older
women.  Then she crooked her finger at Amber and pointed to her pussy.
Amber, ever the slut, crawled on her knees to a spot right in front of the
lewdly displayed young girl genitalia.  Just before Amber plunged her face
into the sexy teenager's box, Natasha slapped her hard across the chin,
creating the loud noise of bone on bone contact as Natasha's fist collided
with Amber's chin in the silent kitchen and stunning Amber.  But Amber
stopped and Olivia looked on with open mouth.  Olivia was stunned by the
young girl's beauty and her obvious power over her friend Amber.  Natasha
noticed that the violent contact had really hurt Amber and would bring to
the surface a wonderful bruise as testament to her hold on Amber's piece of
shit life.

Then Natasha crooked her finger in the direction of Olivia and again pointed
at her pussy.  Olivia balked and Natasha repeated the gestures, thinking
privately to herself that the insubordination Olivia had shown would have to
be dealt with later.

Olivia didn't delay the second time and, following Amber's lead and her own
fantasies, crawled over to the naked Natasha.  Young Natasha was sure that
Olivia would immediately begin to chow down if she so indicated.  But nasty
Natasha (she liked the ring of that phrase) wanted to have some other fun to
keep herself on the edge first.

So, holding up one open palm in the direction of Amber, indicating the shit
slut should just retain her position, Natasha sat down with her legs splayed
lewdly and wide so Olivia could get a very clear view of her cunt and
clitoris and all of her other private parts as well.  Then Natasha lifted
one naked foot off the ground and placed her toes in front of Olivia's face.
  She took her big toe and pried open Olivia's lips and then ran her toe
over the older woman's teeth, urging her to open her mouth and accept the
offering of allowing Olivia to shrimp her.  Olivia complied.  A little too
easy Natasha thought, as the older woman thoroughly bathed her feet with her
oral cavity.  Natasha let the foot worship continue for three or four
minutes and then slowly withdrew her foot from Olivia's mouth.  She then
climbed up on the table and spread her legs wide and pointed to her cunt,
which was by now inflamed with passion.  Amber remained on her knees
watching the smutty tableau unfold in front of her.

Olivia, still fully clothed, lowered her face to Natasha's neatly trimmed
bush and prepared to make oral love to her gash.  Just before she did,
Natasha thought again how she never tired of watching a new woman eat her
cunt.  And Natasha continued her silent reverie, I'm really going to love
shitting in this pretty woman's mouth.  And as Olivia's face got closer to
her crack, Amber leaned in and whispered in Olivia's ear, just as Natasha
had told her to.

"Mistress Natasha likes to have her cunt eaters play with themselves while
eating her out or while servicing her in any fashion," Amber said into
Olivia's ear.

Olivia, who by now was on sexual fire, reached under her dress and started
slowly frigging herself, wondering why she hadn't thought of that herself as
a means of relief.  Natasha was pleased knowing that Olivia would get off
while sucking her cunt.  And suck the cunt Olivia was going to do.  She
looked at the youthful cunt and remembered that she had sometimes referred
to pussy as Homemade Slit Pie, pie that Olivia was going to dine fully on.
Her wantonness was growing by the moment as she feasted her eyes first on
Natasha's nether lips, pussy with her inner lips hanging down and Natasha's
thick clit sticking up, calling Olivia's name with its silent, immoral
voice.

As soon as she was underway playing with herself, Olivia's head again began
the descent towards Natasha's piece of Nirvana.  Her lips reached Natasha's
mons and she began gently kissing it, trying to appear to have some control
over her raging emotions.  But Olivia couldn't keep up the charade for long,
she had itched for young cunt for far too long and she was about to make a
pig out of herself.  And Natasha had to do no more than hold her right hand
at the rear of Olivia's head to keep the pussy pig eagerly in her place.

Olivia loosed her passion on the young girl's honey box, placing her lips
around the girl's clit and sucking away on it.  Once in her mouth, the sex
gland drove Olivia to ever higher levels of sexual animalism.  She felt the
slick tube of sex flesh and coaxed it toward a climax with her lips, tongue
and teeth.  For this orgasm, Natasha decided she didn't have to wait long
and she let her cum burst forth on her and she felt the sexual joy of coming
on an older woman's tongue as the sex fever burst over her.

Then Natasha grabbed Olivia's thick full hair and pulled the woman's sucking
mouth off her snatch.  She had hardly had enough pussy lapping, however, and
she gripped Olivia's long blonde hair and roughly pulled the new slut's head
to the floor.  Natasha was determined to give her face a full cunt fuck.
Young Natasha was in a mood to ride Olivia's face hard and -- between
Olivia's saliva and Natasha's leaking cunt -- wet.  Natasha sat on the
39-year-old woman's face and was gratified that she still had to say nothing
as the whore's tongue came out to service her.  Natasha was pleased that
Olivia was still playing with herself and she could tell that Olivia had
shuddered through a few cums already.

And so Natasha rode another whore's face, grinding her fabulous pussy into
the face of her latest servant.  After an hour of riding the slut's face,
Natasha released her grip on the blonde's hair and stood up carefully, still
glowing with the sexual satiation of the totally fulfilled.  Natasha lazily
plopped herself down and gazed through sex-fogged eyes at Olivia lying in
front of her.  Amber remained on her knees waiting to see what would happen
next.

Natasha decided it was time to speak.

"Well, whore Olivia, did you get enough twat to fulfill your sick, perverted
fantasies?" Natasha asked.

Olivia, from the prone position, croaked, "I loved it."

"You are now one of Natasha's whores and I'll leave it to Amber to explain
more about that later.  But right now, I must tell you that once I have had
a dozen or so orgasms as I just did, I am in a mood to take a shit," Natasha
said.  "And, how would you like it if I took a shit in your mouth?"

Olivia shot straight up.

"What did you say?" she blurted out.

"I asked you how you would like it if I took a shit in your mouth?"

"My god Natasha, I have just thoroughly enjoyed lapping your private parts,
making oral love to your beautiful cunny, but I'd never do something foul
like what you have suggested, it's gross and disgusting and how did a young
woman like yourself ever learn about such a subject?" Olivia said.

"Oh, I've had plenty of older nasty women teach me how filthy and obscene
they can be.  You see I'm a lesbian scat queen and you're about to become
one of my subjects," Natasha said.

Never, never, repeated Olivia.

"Come on now Olivia, ask Amber about it, she laps that brown slime up, don't
you Amber," Natasha shot a meaningful glance at Amber.

Amber piped right up.

"Yes, oh yes, Olivia, I'm one of the devoted subjects of Natasha's shit
queen realm, I eat her feces every chance I get and I can never get enough,"
Amber said as Natasha realized how much she loved the shit whore that Amber
had become.

"Well, I can tell you it's not for me and I'm leaving now, the two of you
can live in your shit heaven if you want, but it's not for me," Olivia said
as she started to get up and leave.

"Just hold on a moment," Natasha said, "you'll find that my world is a
little like the Eagles song, you can check out, but you can never leave.  I
had hoped you would come to accept your status as a shit slut on your own,
but if you can't, you force me to play a heavy hand.  You see if you don't
agree to lay down and become my toilet, then I'm afraid I'll have to call
the police and report you as a child rapist -- and count on me in this
regard, Amber will back me up and testify about how you seduced me, ate me
and did it all against my will -- and we'll also send a few photos -- you
apparently didn't see Amber snapping pics as you ate away -- to your husband,
I'm sure he'd like that.

"So get with the program, strip your clothes off, lie on your back and enjoy
becoming a toilet for a teenage girl.  Just like all my other scat whores, I
promise you that you will come to love it, that you'll soon be begging me
for those brown turds.  You'll be having dreams about my sphincter opening
up and turning your stomach into a sewer."

Olivia paused, not sure of how to react.  She glanced at Amber, who said,
"She's right Olivia, I'll back her up and those pictures of you with your
tongue up her snatch are securely stored in a safe in my room.  Give into
the filth, I know you'll come to love and adore her shit rolls."

Olivia couldn't see a way out and she began to cry.  Natasha loved it.

"Take off your clothes whore and begin to diddle yourself and prepare that
mouth to be royally browned by my stinking shit," Natasha said.  "Hell, I'm
having to blackmail you into this and in reality you should be paying me.
In fact, you will be paying me shortly as the first time you beg for it, it
will cost you a pretty penny.  Remember this time that you got it for free
because it will likely be the last time without paying for it."

Olivia saw no way out, and she began to strip.  Pretty good body for a
39-year-old, Natasha thought.

Tears were freely flowing down Olivia's face as she finished stripping and
Natasha reminded her to start to play with herself.  Olivia started to
mechanically paddle the pink canoe.

"Faster whore, my bowels are starting to move from drinking coffee and your
turd meal is ready, I want you turned on when I dump in your mouth," Natasha
said.

Olivia kept up playing with herself and despite her fear and dread, she did
start to get excited, mostly from looking at delightful Natasha's velvety,
nude body.  She laid down as instructed and then saw Natasha stand over her.

"Look up at the body of your goddess, a few moments ago, you thought you
were in twat heaven, but there is a price to be paid for that pleasure and
the price is complete submission to my will.  If you won't go along with it,
then I will have to take this route of forcing you.  Prepare to eat,"
Natasha said.  "Open your sewer of a mouth and learn your destiny."

Olivia, still fiddling her clitoris and beginning to feel a sexual buzz,
opened her mouth, tears still streaming down her face, running her mascara.
Again, Natasha loved the look of her latest whore, filled with the fear of
becoming a toilet.

Natasha crouched and got comfortable with her rectum only a few inches above
Olivia's mouth.

"Now watch it as it comes out, your fate is to be my toilet, learn to love
it and it will be easier," Natasha said.

Despite the urging of the young temptress, Olivia was not convinced and not
ready to be a toilet.  She figured she would try to perform as demanded to
avoid the embarrassment and danger of jail over a prosecution for
pedophilia.

She looked up at Natasha's beautiful body and the stirrings in her cunt grew
more pronounced, only the thought of what she was about to become held her
back from being completely overwhelmed with sexual heat.    Then Natasha cut
loose with a thunderous fart that splattered some foul and loose guano over
her lips and tongue.  The disgusting smell and taste caused her to retch and
she felt for a moment that she would vomit, but Natasha cautioned her.

"Don't you dare puke you fucking piece of shit," Natasha said,  "you are
about to be fed one of the true delights of the world, Natasha's shit and to
puke would show extreme disrespect for her lovely bowel fruit.  And, if you
puke, you'll only have to swallow all that mess as well or face the law and
the wrath of your husband."

Natasha told Amber to get out the digital camera and take a few more photos
as her shit slid out of her colon and into the older woman's mouth.  Amber,
of course, took far more than necessary, knowing she would take some of them
later into her masturbation fantasies.

"Those photographs will come in handy to keep you bound to me while you
learn to become a shit-loving whore," Natasha said.

And then, suddenly and without further warning, Olivia saw a firm turd begin
to creep out of Natasha's shitter.  Olivia simply couldn't believe the turn
of events.  One minute she was living her dream of snacking on the pussy of
a young girl and the next she was lying beneath the girl, waiting to be used
as a flesh-and-blood toilet.  She gazed in horror as the scat log eased out
of Natasha's body and into Olivia's body.  Olivia simply held her mouth open
as the thick guano roll pushed forward into her mouth.  The stench, the
awful taste and the sickness devastated her and she left the foul treat from
Natasha in her mouth.  This was only a small scat treat, approximately four
inches long and Natasha rose and looked down at her newest toilet, proud of
her handiwork.

"Now chew it you fucking shithole, chew my glorious excrement and fully
become one of Natasha's toilets," young Natasha spat out.  "Look at you
laying there with my rotting turd in your mouth when only seconds ago it was
decaying in my colon.  You're still playing with yourself even though your
dung meal is revolting to you and you are disgusted with the thought of what
you have become.

"When you came in here this morning, I bet you never thought you'd be lying
here, playing with your cunt with a decomposing, stinking turd deposited in
your mouth.  Now you slimy ass whore, eat it, start to move your jaws, chomp
down on that filth with your teeth and turn that guano into a brown slime
soup so you can swallow it."

It took a Herculean effort but Olivia began to move her jaws, her teeth
slicing through the shit pipe in her mouth.  The disgust and revolt with
herself were counter balanced by the passion flowing out of her pussy as she
diddled herself.  Natasha, though young, was very wise in the ways of
turning a slut into a shit eater.

After two minutes of chewing, the waste in her mouth had become shit soup.
Natasha looked down at what she had wrought.

"Now swallow my shit," Natasha said and the beautiful and depraved young
girl smiled as Olivia's upper and lower lips touched, sealing the shit slop
in her oral nook.  Natasha knew the degradation of Olivia was complete as
she saw the woman's throat muscles contract as the fecal meal wended its way
down her esophagus and into her stomach.

And, Olivia, who had been steadily playing with her cunny throughout the
shit pig meal, shuddered into a climax

Although one phase of Olivia's initiation into shit eating was complete,
Natasha wasn't through with her.  The young dominatrix wanted to give Olivia
a further view of her future as one of Natasha's whores.

"Let me give you a glimpse into your future," Natasha said as Olivia slowly
sat up, conflicted between self loathing from her shit eating experience and
the after glow of an orgasm brought on by her own hand.  "Amber, get in the
position after you give me the pliers."

Amber handed Natasha the pliers and lay down on her back.

"Yeah Olivia, think about this at night and if you're lucky I'll do this to
you next time, right after you pay me for my sweet shit," Natasha said.

The young girl ably handled the pliers and began to apply their tips to
Amber's nipple as she crouched over the shit slut.    She pushed the handles
hard together and loved the scream that Amber let fly as her nipple was
crushed.  Shortly, Natasha could feel resistance as the tips of the pliers
hit the ring through the nipple of Amber's right tit.  Keeping the pressure
on and pleased that Natasha was starting to bleed, she told Amber to beg for
her magnificent shit.  And Amber came through.

"Please Mistress Natasha, feed me," Amber pleaded through the pain, "it's
been over 27 hours since I last tasted your shit, your beloved bowel fruit
and through my pain and tears, please let me dine on your excrement."

And Natasha granted her wish, pushing hard through her rectum until a solid,
six-inch turd popped out of her asshole and into Amber's mouth.  Amber
merrily chowed down on the scat offering, just like the female shit disposal
machine she had become.

Natasha was delighted to see Amber's ripped open tit spilling her blood down
the side of her breast and her body as Amber ate the shit offering Natasha
had proffered on her.  Natasha then repeated the torture on the other tit as
she dropped another turd down Amber's throat.  After Amber finished the
double-shit entrée, Natasha pissed straight down her throat, sending the
entire filth package to Amber's stomach.  Amber stood up and Natasha was
pleased to see that the blood was spilling down Amber's tits, her flat and
smooth stomach toward her mons.

Olivia was horrified at the abuse that had been heaped on her friend Amber.
She had had it and told the other two women she was going to leave.

"It's okay you fucking cunt, but you'll be back, after the sex fever hits,
let us know," Natasha said and with that Olivia dressed and left.  She did
come back, but that's another story.

The second bitch housewife was a tougher sell than Olivia had been.

Her name was Emma Trace, a 43-year-old socialite married to one of San
Francisco's wealthiest dotcom billionaires.  Amber had met her at a woman's
support group and later saw her at the high school cheerleader tryouts.
Amber sensed a vulnerability in Emma at the woman's group and a raging lust
in Emma at the cheerleader event.

Emma was standing in front of the girls, closeup, with her tongue
practically hanging out as she lusted on the long, lean legs of the pretty
teenaged girls.  After the tryouts, (both of Amber's daughters made the
squad and Emma's daughter did not) Amber asked Emma if she wanted to grab a
cup of coffee at the nearby Starbucks.  Sitting in the coffee shop, Amber
was struck by how lonely Emma was.  Soon the conversation turned to how
little men had to offer women and Amber was again able to work into the
conversation her relationship with Natasha, being careful not to say they
were lovers, just had a relationship.  Emma blurted out how erotic she
thought older women being dommed by teenage girls was.  But, Emma said, I'm
deathly afraid of such contact, I don't ever want to find myself accused of
pedophilia.

The first several suggestions for getting together with Emma and Natasha
were rejected.  Amber suspected that Emma was avoiding the contact because
she didn't want to be caught in a compromising situation.  Finally, Amber
said the three should go to a San Francisco Symphony Orchestra performance
and that Emma could have them driven there in her Cadillac stretch
limousine.

The evening of the event arrived and the three were on their way, seated in
the rear of the limousine, with the two older women seated across from
Natasha.

Natasha was fed up with the slow pace at which this hookup (she would never
say this was a seduction, just a hookup of Emma's face to her body parts)
was moving and in her usual confident manner launched an aggressive program
to bring the wealthy Emma Trace to heel.

Dressed in an evening gown, Natasha quickly pulled down the top of her dress
dropping it to her waist, exposing her stunning breasts and hiked up the
bottom of the gown above her crotch, exposing her perfect body from head to
waist and from the tops of her high heels to her navel.  Mrs. Trace was
shocked.  Not so Amber.

Natasha again took the offensive, launching a verbal assault on Emma's weak
will, believing that was the best approach to reeling in the reluctant slut.

"Listen you fucking cunt, this is was you're after," said Natasha as she
shimmied her dress down over her hips and off her body entirely, ending up
sitting naked in the back seat of Emma Trace's limousine.  Then she further
shocked Emma by grabbing both of her ankles and pulling her legs as wide
apart as they could go, with both naked feet ending up on opposite sides of
the limousine, leaving her beautiful and lightly fuzzed beaver fully
exposed.

Natasha then continued, "Let's put this fucking coy  bullshit behind us Mrs.
Trace and get your face into my crotch and eat to your lust's content."

Natasha thought Mrs. Trace's jaw would hit the floor of the limousine as she
continued to stare at the 13-year-old girl's nude twat in front of her.  But
slowly the lascivious display began to weaken Mrs. Trace's will.

Natasha smiled, knowing all too well when an older lesbo was simply
overwhelmed with sexual ardor.  Mrs. Trace was about to give in to her most
decadent desires and become one of her sex slaves.

"All right, enough fucking delay, you are being offered a wonderful gift,
the full womanly twat of a young girl for your dining pleasure, now get on
your knees and eat," Natasha said.  "You are looking at the cunt of a
goddess, don't you dare reject it you worthless, filthy fucking turd."

And with that final vocal offensive, Mrs. Trace's resolve crumpled.

Falling to her knees, she shuffled over to the spread-eagled teenager, ready
and eager to eat out the twat of the attractive young woman.  By this time
she was so overheated, there were no niceties and with Natasha's gash spread
wide by the fact that her ankles were at right angles to one another, Emma
just dived in and gobbled the girl's twat, bringing her quickly to a climax.
  And Natasha wanted to move quickly to the next level before Emma got cold
feet.

"Well cunt face, you did a good job on that and you know that after I have a
terrific climax brought on by an older slut eating my twat, I like to take a
good shit, so why don't you lay down and meet your fate as my shit hole?"
Natasha asked.

Emma was again horrified and Natasha could see she wouldn't comply without
the blackmail threat so she repeated the threat she had used on Olivia and
Amber played along again.

Before long, Emma was laying down in the back seat of the limousine, naked
and playing with her cunt.

Natasha loved riding along in the limousine with the wealthy socialite
underneath her, masturbating and awaiting her date with destiny as a human
toilet.  Natasha sighed as she turned another woman into one of her shit
receptacles, knowing that her reign as the shit mistress was just beginning.

Author's note:   The next part (10) will be a response to questions readers
have raised about missing or unexplained parts of this saga.  If you have
questions, other suggestions or any other feedback, send them in and
responses will be included in that section.  willadams_8@hotmail.com