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Permanent fixed human toilet part 3
🕑 Added 2024-10-27 09:47:09 +0000 UTCShortly after Kelly reads the contract:
Still breathing rapidly, I lay there with a completely bloated stomach. I had already experienced an enormous amount of torture and had to swallow a lot, but I also remember this day or night, I call it a time, very clearly. After another happening above me, in which I had been used a lot for a long time, without ifs and buts and had to swallow liters and liters of piss, a phase of calm set in. Until someone disposed of their tampon in me. This alone was a big
A task for me that I had to work on for hours, as I often did. My tongue was the only tool that I could use to somehow crush and suck out this full piece and get it into my stomach without choking because it got stuck. No, it was the first time I had ever had such a piece in my mouth and immediately afterwards I was given a big load of shit down the drain. I had never experienced that before. The tampon clogged my mouth almost completely and then I kept tasting the shit, which also pushed it into me from above, so that it was increasingly difficult to hold it over me with my tongue, together with the mountain of shit. A large pile of paper had probably also accumulated on top of it and I had a lot of gagging work ahead of me. But that wasn't the worst of it. A short time later, all of this was pushed firmly and intensely into me with a large, surprising gush of liquid. I had never felt such pressure from above before.
I almost choked on the tampon that I had just started working on and shredding.
I had never before experienced what presented itself to me and pressed itself down my throat almost automatically. A gigantic quantity of an absolutely unidentifiable liquid. It was only slightly warm, tasted like dirt, ashes, some kind of drink that I vaguely remembered and there were lots of solid particles in it, none of which I could identify. It went so insanely fast and half of it had already been forced into my stomach by itself, so what had to happen, happened. The whole broth came back up, shot into my nose, which was closed by the mask, and pushed its way up into my eyes, which hadn't been open for ages. My dwindling breath supply was joined by a terrible itching and burning sensation in my eyes, as well as the horrible feeling in my nose. It burned terribly, but I was able to stop the urge to retch and even somehow manage to control the situation. In great disgust, which just wouldn't go away in my hell, I forced the broth back into my stomach, constantly threatened by the tampon and the softening shit, which almost seemed to form a uniform mass. The amount of liquid above me also softened the toilet paper and I had to keep swallowing it unprocessed. Hell was opening up. I went as fast as I could, but the pressure was still high and it took me great effort not to choke on anything else. I used my tongue as a filter, because other substances, probably cigarette butts, chewing gum and God knows what else, collected in my mouth. The toilet paper did the rest and I literally had to suck the soup down from above to make it disappear. I almost expelled everything again and again, but I managed. The will to survive released so much adrenaline that I survived the broth. My stomach felt anything but good and I was more than just full. When there was no more liquid left, I wanted to take a deep breath, but I could only suck in the all-important oxygen very sparingly and with great effort. My lungs were burning terribly because I was only just getting enough air through the mushy mass of excrement, toilet paper and absorbent cotton to keep me alive and far too little to be able to continue breathing in a relaxed manner.
I sucked and worked wildly on the tampon, hoping to change something, but my fate for the next few hours was sealed. It was exactly as I thought it would be over me. It hardly slipped at all and made it difficult for me to breathe for a long time. Only when I had shredded most of the lady's toiletries did it make a splashing noise that even I could hear and the whole turd of paper slid deep into my mouth. Of course, it was immediately my turn to swallow the mass, which in turn triggered the next level of
Cruelty was. My stomach was full to bursting point, hardly any air in my lungs, my eyes were still burning, as was my nasal cavity. I forced myself to swallow the shit in terrible agony, past the remaining absorbent cotton. My lungs screamed for oxygen and I choked down like I had never choked down anything before. I don't know how long it lasted, but it must have been hours during which it all happened and I suffered. However, at some point my mouth was clear again and I breathed in quickly and deeply. It was finally done.
However, I had never felt as bad as I did at that moment. I distracted myself with everything I could think of, because I couldn't think about what had just been dumped inside me. What kind of person was Nadine? She knew exactly that I was down here. Was she trying to kill me on purpose?
A sudden gush of piss tore me from the brief happiness of finally having my peace and quiet. What was going on?
Shortly afterwards, a large sausage with an extremely foul taste landed in my throat. This time it had made it up there. I was able to get the rather small amount of piss down, but I had to keep the shit and the paper on the top of my tongue for hours waiting to get some back into my stomach. So I spent a long time savoring the full taste and swallowing some of it whenever I could. However, it didn't get any less above me...
Upstairs in the living room, about 20 minutes earlier...
Kelly sat on the couch and stopped concentrating on her surroundings, even her cold was forgotten. She had been processing this thought for a while. About two hours after reading the contract, she had gone into the bathroom armed with her cell phone and shone the flashlight down the drainpipe. Nevertheless, she was shocked when she really saw a tongue deep down in the pipe, still playing with toilet paper as it seemed to her. She didn't bother to think that the victim was in agony down there and couldn't help it.
Grinning, she then went back to the couch and let her thoughts continue to circle. She had used this toilet over and over again for the last 8 months. She had shat, and not infrequently, excreted liters of pee and everything else she had disposed of in the toilet went through her mind. "He ate everything," she smiled to herself.
She also thought about the many parties and girls' nights that Nadine had thrown in the last few months. Nadine had never tried to stop anyone from going to the toilet. Normally, she should have gone easy on the wretch down there.
She had never mentioned, hinted or done anything else in that direction.
Kelly was torn from her thoughts by the sound of the house key and laughter in the hallway of the apartment. Nadine had come into the apartment with Jasmin. Just like Kelly, Jasmin was a very pretty woman, 21 years old and a fellow student of hers. At this thought, Kelly grinned to herself again. They were the hard core of the group and best friends. Jasmin had also used the restroom here countless times and given this guy so much to swallow. She had been to pretty much every party and every night here, even spent whole weekends here and probably knew just as little about the whole story.
The three greeted each other as usual. The two inquired about Kelly's well-being and took her
in the arm.
"You poor thing. Now you're really miserable here. But we're here for now. We'll look after you," Nadine stroked her forehead.
Jasmin went into the kitchen and everyone chatted loudly across the rooms.
Kelly's head was spinning. She couldn't get over the fact that Nadine hadn't said anything or shown any consideration for the guy in the toilet. She didn't really care how much he was suffering down there, she just thought about how cruel Nadine had been and a cruel plan formed over the next few minutes.
She wanted to test Nadine out over the next few days. First of all, she was here in the apartment for the next few days anyway as she was still sick for at least the whole week. There was already a mountain of damp, soiled handkerchiefs next to her.
"I'm just going to the loo," said Nadine.
Just as she got up, Kelly called after her, or rather called her back. "Could you dispose of those for me?" and pointed to the handkerchiefs.
Without hesitation, Nadine took it and ran towards the bathroom. Kelly's plan had worked. However, Nadine didn't spare the toilet. She simply took the mountain of wipes to the toilet and then came back without them. As there was no garbage can in the bathroom, she had probably just thrown everything into the toilet. Even Kelly was amazed at how cold-hearted Nadine was, but somehow it appealed to her enormously. Over the next week, she would test whether she could get Nadine to say that the toilet was enough and she already had a few ideas. She would simply dispose of more and more in the toilet. Nadine had to say something at some point.
The evening took its course and full of joy Kelly enjoyed it when someone went to the loo, especially of course when Nadine and Jasmin mentioned unabashedly and in passing that they needed to go big. The joy didn't diminish when Kelly herself had to pee from time to time. However, it didn't occur to her to look into the pipe again to see how terribly difficult it was for the victim to swallow everything.
They enjoyed the evening and Kelly started collecting her snot wipes.
Somehow she liked the idea more and more that there was someone down there who had to swallow everything that came into the toilet upstairs, especially that no one showed the slightest bit of consideration for this enormously long time.
Kelly didn't do anything on Sunday, but she made a plan for the month. She paid close attention to who used the loo and for how long and somehow always tried to be in the bathroom by chance. They were best friends and somehow she persuaded Jasmin to just stay here the following week.
In the morning, before Nadine went to work and Jasmin went to university, she watched everything from the bathtub. Nadine and Jasmin went to the toilet as normal, Nadine disposed of her hair in the toilet and didn't let on. As she also had a slight cold, she threw one of her handkerchiefs into the toilet afterwards. As they were still chatting, Jasmin joined them and cut her toenails in the toilet. Either Nadine was a perfect actress or she didn't care. Kelly didn't recognize any emotion in Nadine's face or any particular attention to the toilet. While they were both out of the house later, Kelly checked the vacuum cleaner. She vacuumed the apartment a little and realized that the container was really full.
Sometime later, Jasmin came home again and they watched TV in peace. Jasmin went to poop in peace, without any shame. Kelly was already getting a little wet at the thought of him
had to swallow and Jasmin let it all out.
Nadine came home in the evening and they ate together. Immediately afterwards, Nadine went to the bathroom and Jasmin was able to coax out of her that she also had to take a good dump. Afterwards she wanted to take a bath.
Unbelievable! Kelly thought to herself. Nadine could easily have left her pile at work, no, she did that to him and shat herself out at home.
After a while, Jasmin also went into the bathroom and disposed of a large mountain of her slightly damp handkerchiefs in the toilet. One after the other while Nadine lay in the bath and they talked.
There were still no signs and there were already a lot of these cloths. But Kelly wanted to know. She put the vacuum cleaner back in the hall cupboard, or so she pretended, and happened to be standing at the bathroom door.
"Oh damn, the container is totally full"
Without further ado, she took the container out of the vacuum cleaner, which was now filled with all the dirt from the girls' apartment. She placed the container on the edge of the bathtub and almost knocked over the previously prepared and well-filled ashtray.
"What are you doing?"
Nadine asked, completely relaxed, and looked over at Kelly.
"Just empty the container. What dirt is in there. Every time you vacuum your apartment, you probably have to empty it"
Nadine smiled briefly but then asked in confusion:
"But why here and not in the trash?"
Was that an attempt to save the toilet? Kelly slowly lifted the lid of the toilet.
"Well, I was just standing here in the hallway and didn't feel like walking to the garbage can in the kitchen." Nadine was just about to say something when Jasmin came running into the bathroom and pushed Kelly away from the toilet, sat down unabashedly and peed. They could both hear the firm stream. "You shouldn't exert yourself too much when you're sick," said Nadine, "have a good rest, can you dispose of all the dirt, Jasmin?"
She had finished and was wiping herself off, asking with her index finger pointed at the toilet and looking at Nadine ignorantly.
While sick Kelly tried to stall for time, Nadine just nodded and relaxed again, closing her eyes to enjoy her bath. Kelly didn't think she could see properly, but Jasmin, with a completely neutral expression on her face, took the ashtray, simply tipped it into the toilet and then opened the vacuum cleaner container. She emptied the entire contents into the toilet in one go. Piles of dust, dirt, hair fluff and God knows what else fell down in large chunks. Less than two seconds later she closed the lid, unaware of what she had just done, what hell she had just caused someone, and went to the vacuum cleaner, pushing Kelly into the hallway so that she could rest again.
Even when she tried to recognize the slightest movement in Nadine, she gave nothing away. It was unbelievable how cold-hearted Nadine was. Kelly couldn't cope with this at first and couldn't help but retreat to the bedroom and do it herself. It was just too much for her. Indescribable.
Underneath the bathroom floor, I was suffering to the extreme at this point. First I had to endure a lot of shit, then I turned to a whole bunch of wet tissues, only to be surprised by fresh urine in the middle of it. By this point I was well served with everything, but as the soggy tissues were still damp I managed to rub the snot on my tongue and quickly swallowed most of the tissues that were still soaked in urine. The urge to retch was limited, but then came one of the most horrible experiences of my miserable life. An indefinable mass that tasted of everything that wasn't good. It was clearly grainy dirt, but I couldn't define exactly what. Unfortunately for me, it also contained the contents of an ashtray. Both together dried out my throat as soon as it hit my mouth, but the mass remained in my mouth for many hours.
I had to swallow everything bit by bit, because every time I managed to swallow a portion, I was completely drained again. Never before had I wanted so much to be pissed all over myself. This disgusting mass was impossible to swallow. I was too dehydrated even to vomit. Shortly after the first chunks of dirt, I felt worse and worse, but I kept fighting because apparently it was very dusty and I coughed silently as I breathed, which burned my lungs.
But the redemptive pissing out didn't come for an extremely long time
