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Chapter 6 by hidingnaked hidingnaked

How could I be expected to take anymore?

Regardless, I was

"He did not keep my shit down. Teach him lesson."

My naked body was hit over and over by the sadistic red-hard bitch with the stick. Then another beautiful lady appeared over my box and lowered her perfect ass. I heard her grunt and watched in horror as her ass opened up. A thick turd emerged slowly. These women must eat a lot of protein and fiber.

The last thing my stomach wanted was more shit. But I knew I had to try again. The long turd stuffed its way into my mouth and I chewed and choked it down. I felt like throwing up again, but I kept going. More and more shit fell out of her ass.

When it was done, I had **** but to throw up again. A harsh beating resulted once more. This went over for about six or seven women. My box was filling up with a fetid pool of shit and vomit. The level of gross liquid had reached the corners of my mouth and had started to seep into my mouth. I was barely keeping my head above the level of liquid sewer.

Then a women entered the room and said, "Stop it sister. Please let me have him."

She was very pretty with dark hair falling down to her shoulders. Her breast were barely contained in her strange outfit.

Her sister turned out to be Hippolyta, the woman in charge who then replied, "You know we can't allow that."

The nice sister came and looked down into the oval above my face. Her breast hung low.

"My name is Avon. I'm sorry but I can't help you. I wanted you for pleasure," she said this and I watcher her hand touch her crotch.

Imagining having sex with her made my dick get hard and she glanced down to see it.

"I know we could have had a good time," she added and continued. "I'm going to use you, but I'll go slow so you can eat it."

She was the only one that showed any signs of sympathy. No matter what my stomach said, I was going to do my best for her. She lowered her clothing and sat on the box. She too had a log thick turd coming for my mouth. I chewed it up and swallowed. When she had finished, she turned to look down at me.

I spoke through the pool of shit trying to make myself clear.

"I wanted to .......show you respect and .......perform for you."

She smiled and someone in the room said, "He's keeping that down. Perhaps he's learning. Can we continue? I have to shit really bad."

Would Avon help me escape someday?

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