Knowing Your Place: A Human Toilet Story: 1

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The apprehension he was feeling as he just lay there helplessly watching it slowly inch closer towards his face was making his heart beat faster while his breathing increased rapidly in nervous anticipation. Also the thought of having some girls poo sitting on top of his face was almost to disgusting to comprehend and he wished more than anything that there was just someway he could remove it, however with the straps wrapped tightly around his whole body that was all but impossible, all he could do was wait for the automated flush system to kick in, however with the smell getting worse and worse every tortuous minute seemed like an hour, but the worst part of all was knowing that this was only the start of his sentence and there was sure to be plenty more cruel girls who would coming in to see him inside his toilet prison, ready to make him suffer as they used his face as their human toilet. You effing deserved it, so claw out my voice box or I’ll tell the whole world what a two faced lying whore you are and how you asked for it. Morgan continued, “From 33 to 32%, so you are expecting 10 million, but let’s say you wind up with 5 million or even 2 million. Erica then stepped directly onto my groin still wearing her cheer shoe, and then all the weight transferred to my groin as she lifted the other foot to my face and squeezed my nostrils hard with her long toes.

Will the pleasures offered to him be too much for his will to overcome, as he tries to save the innocents of Purgatory? And the fact that they have been everywhere and might be a little dirty, means you really should use my facial doormat here so they will be cleaner for your house when you get home.

Well toilet it looks like it’s just you and me now, I only wish you could see how pathetic you really look down there, in fact your not even close to being considered as any sort of real man, however seeing your pitiful face at the bottom of the bowl really seems to suit you though so I’d definitely consider you to be a real dirty, smelly toilet instead, and just so you know while your still being pissed and shat on by different girls tonight I’ll be finishing off my shift and going home to a real man who certainly knows how to please a woman, he’s everything a girl would want in a boyfriend strong, dominant, handsome, masculine, so pretty much everything your not. There about 20 meters away from where he was standing were what looked like 3 naked men already being forced to lay down on platforms, their entire bodies covered in tight fitting straps meaning none of them would be able to move even an inch.

I mean it’s not like you peed in his mouth or used him as a toilet, shit down his throat, or spit in his face, right? If anyone were to ask Derek when this whole thing had started, he wouldn't say this, but it was when a coven of witches had come to town.The Tournament Arc will be divided in two stages: The Group Stages The Knockout Stages Group Stages: The 64 characters have been randomly separated into 16 different groups of four. On her way out, Erica said, “She does seem nice, but I don’t understand how she can defend people like that. The thick straps around his whole body were well and truly doing their job of holding him tightly in place, so no matter how hard he tried movement was simply impossible as she then let out another loud fart before beginning to push out her first turd while all David could do was look up in horror and watch her small pink hole start to open up to accommodate the thick brown turd that began to emerge from it. Phase 2: Tournament Arc I was perhaps not very clear in my previous post for Phase 2 so I will explain it better here! A dark plastic cover which resembled the top half of a pillory slab was then pulled down from the top of the hole until it fitted tightly around his neck, sealing him in while making sure that nothing could now leak back into the room that just his body was now lying in, it also left his head encased in complete darkness on the other side.

After several minutes of Erica’s inadvertent sole grinding on my face getting more and more weighted as she was engaged in conversation, my facial skin felt raw and painful, and I was only able to tune it out as a result of Morgan’s sharp heels boring holes in my throat and chest.

All he could do was lay there in complete misery, dry retching from the awful odour with only the gag in his mouth stopping him from throwing up completely. So, I had no choice but to place my pristine, Western knee on the urine-covered step to get the wipes and there, six inches from my face (which had pee on it), was, quite literally, a steaming pile of shit.