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being toilet paper for lady D and her daughters WIP Preview
🕑 Added 2021-05-19 23:44:07 +0000 UTCremember when I said I would do this? well I did. Here's a second person story about getting kidnapped by Dimitrescu and forced to clean each of her daughter's filthy asses with her tongue. Contains scat, stink, and general filthiness.
"Mother, when are you going to show us that gift you promised us?" Daniela whined.
"Yes, we've been waiting so long." chimed Cassandra.
"Patience, girls," Lady Dimitrescu said.
She rips the bag off from over your head. You find yourself in the dimly lit halls of an ornate castle. In front of you stand three pale young women dressed in black, and towering above you is their mother, Lady Dimitrescu, the mistress of the house.
"He looks so perfect, mother!" Bela cooed.
Cassandra drags her tongue across your face. Her warm, rotting breath makes you shudder.
"Mmm, I've never had man-flesh this sweet before! You have to let me get the first taste!"
"You won't be eating this one, girls," Dimitrescu said. "I have something special in mine for him."
She raised her hand in the air and snapped. "Now! Present yourselves so that our new guest can do his job."
You watch as her daughters line up in front of you with their backs turned, hike up their dresses and expose their round, pale asses. Each daughter's rear is slick and yellowed with an accumulated layer of greasy sweat, and each crack splattered with visible filth to varying degrees between the three of them. You could smell them from where you sat shackled to the floor.
"What, don't have anything to say?" Dimitrescu taunted as she loomed over you. "Good. I want you to save that talented tongue for my daughters."
It wasn't long before they started bickering, while the reeking humidity emanating from their asses quickly overtook the cool castle air.
"I should get to go first!" Daniela said. "I haven't had a chance to clean myself for weeks."
"No, it should be me! Look at all this awful filth I've built up! It'll ruin this lovely dress." Bela retorted.
"Let me! I'll be sure to break him so he's nice and pliant for the rest of you." Cassandra hissed.
"I think it's only fair that the youngest get to go first," Dimitrescu said.
"Yes!" Daniela said, her black lips curling into a frenzied grin.
"Now, be sure you show my girls a good time. They've all been on their best behavior." she said with a chuckle. "Remember, a disobedient ass-licker is less useful than a simple piece of paper," she bared her claws. "And torn to pieces just as easily."
"Come on mother, don't make him all tense," Daniela says as she backs up towards you. "I need his tongue nice and limber if he's going to clean all those nooks and crannies." That foul filthy ass draws closer with each second. It both looks and smells like she hasn't wiped for weeks. The earthy odor of sweat and caked-on shit fills your nostrils and makes you feel like your skull is full of lead. Finally, she presses her hand firmly against the back of your skull, and forces you between the rank cheeks from which those smells emerged. You feel the sweat and filth rubbing up against your face, but more than anything else, you smell it. You thought it couldn't possibly get anything worse, but the aroma is far more potent now that your nose is just a few centimeters away from her rancid hole, so close you can feel how eagerly it pulses. You have no intentions of satisfying it though. What you intend as screams become mere whimpers as your supply of air untainted by stench rapidly dwindles, and the sound is further muffled by the greasy cheeks your face is sandwiched within. You push against her hand, but a superhuman strength keeps you firmly locked in place, ensuring that your every breath is afflicted by her wretched ass.
“Ugh, mother, he’s not licking!” Daniela whined as her ass stifles your gagging. “Make him use his tongue!”
"I don't think you understand your arrangement," Lady Dimitrescu says. You cannot see her, but you can hear the large woman's weighty footfalls against the stone floor. "When I told you to clean her ass, that was not a request. You are toilet paper, and toilet paper does not talk back!"
Once again, you are too immersed in the darkness of her daughter's ass to see, but you can still clearly hear the lady brandishing her claws. "Perhaps I'll slice off your jaw, so your tongue will be left hanging out. You won't be able to refuse my daughters then."
You shudder. Though it isn't easy, to spare from an even worse fate, your lips slowly part and your tongue languidly extends like a snail cautiously leaving its shell. Before it even touches anything, you can taste the rancid musk wafting off her ass against your tongue, making it coil up instinctively. Somehow, you find the strength to keep pushing, until the tip of your tongue graces the surface of her rancid crack, and for the first time you are treated to a true taste of her filth. The bitter taste sends a shockwave of revulsion through your body, but it is too late to turn back now.
"Good. Now go on, lick!" the daughter commands, and you do, coating your tongue in her greasy muck slathered against the sides of her unwashed asscheeks.
"Don't stop!" she groans.
You lick again, and again. It never gets any easier.
“Mmm, that’s better! His tongue feels so wet and warm, mother! I can feel all my filth just melting away!” She thrusts her hips back, forcing your tongue deeper into that putrid crack, forcing you to taste the even more rancid filth that could be found there.
“Come on, man-slave! Lick my asshole! That’s where all my nastiest dirt is!”
Your eyes water as you prod at her rim with great trepidation, feeling her shit-caked hole throb excitedly against the tip of your tongue. Eventually you transition into full-on strokes with your tongue, each pass taking a layer of ripe, bitter filth along with it. You wince before every taste, but you have come to accept that there is no other way out of this, and that the quicker you clean, the sooner this will be over.
