Natasha part 12
By Will Adams
Thirteen-year-old Natasha Natoli was on the prowl. Things had been too tame lately and she ached to find a new shit hole to dump her precious guano into. And not just any shit whore would satisfy this particular craving, she longed to really bring down a wealthy, beautiful, powerful woman from on high.
She had already degraded lesbian scat whores, housewives, her own mother, a librarian and her daughter and her home economics teacher, filming a number of them and turning them into video scat whores along the way. Now she lusted to bring down a corporate chieftain, a woman who had made it as a dotcom billionaire. And in her hometown of San Francisco, in the heart of the Bay area of Northern California, there were numerous potential targets.
As she had so often in the past, the first target she chose was from her own affluent neighborhood.
Jennifer Mason, age 35, was the target's name. She lived two blocks away from Natasha and had been a helper in Natasha's Brownie troop years earlier.
During that time, Natasha at age 9, perhaps already subconsciously sensing where she would end up only a few short years later, had found Jennifer attractive and Natasha had tried to find ways to get close to the older woman. Natasha remembered loving the smell of the beautiful blonde. Jennifer was no ordinary Brownie helper. She was, in fact, President, CEO and founder of Spec.com, a startup that had made it through the boom and bust years of dotcom mania because of its specialty in helping corporations avoid the pitfalls associated with computer viruses. Jennifer had seen this threat to corporate America long before others and had assembled a crack team of the best virus specialists anywhere.
And Jennifer was no ordinary Brownie helper either. She had never married and had no daughter but she was a Brownie helper out of a sense of commitment to the community. And there was another reason for her community service. It helped her discharge her tremendous attraction to young girls, which she had hidden away from her colleagues.
And those colleagues included her real key to success at Spec.com, her sales force. That all-female sales force consisted of a group of 15 beautiful lipstick lesbians.
Each one of those members of the sales force had been personally recruited, seduced and trained by Jennifer Mason. And in a computer world dominated by female purchasing agents (a goodly percentage of whom are lesbians), the lipstick lesbian sales force had flourished. And not only with lesbians. For these cuties were not above -- nor below -- using their female charms on a male purchasing agent if it was called for. Although her life was in many ways dominated by the lesbian sales force, Jennifer had managed to keep her sexual orientation in the closet, and she wanted to keep it there for fear its disclosure would ruin her company's ranking with Wall Street and the precious stock price.
Natasha had other plans. But Natasha had those plans in a vacuum. She didn't know that Jennifer was a girl gash lover; Natasha only knew that she met her criteria for degradation by being A) attractive; B) wealthy, and C) very important. As it would turn out, Jennifer's lesbianism would only be an interesting footnote in Natasha's game. For what Natasha wanted to do was take a wealthy, attractive, influential woman and turn her into one of her shit whores.
The only problem was that Natasha couldn't immediately come up with an opening to begin her work. Just give me a couple of days, she thought, I'll develop the winning gameplan, I always do.
For the next several days, Natasha walked past Jennifer's mansion-style home, using the walks to stroll by the expensive home several times a day. The better to hone my plan, Natasha thought.
And Jennifer didn't miss young Natasha walking by, dressed provocatively as she was in a tight-cut, spandex top with matching pink spandex shorts. Jennifer leered out from behind her curtain at Natasha as the teenage vixen walked by. And Jennifer remembered the wonderful smell of an even younger Natasha's raven hair as she hovered over the projects she was helping the Brownies with. Had she given into her temptation at that time, she would have taken young Natasha to the bathroom and eaten the pre-teen box of the young girl. But she maintained her composure and masturbated thinking of the delightful little girl later in her home.
Jennifer was tempted to go outside and say hello to the teenager as she repeatedly walked by, but she restrained herself, realizing that the young girl was a temptation she didn't need to expose herself to.
Finally, the idea came to Natasha, she would propose to do a report on a dot.com billionaire and Jennifer Mason would be the subject. She would have to interview Jennifer Mason to complete the report. Once in her house, Natasha was sure she could seduce and then degrade Jennifer Mason to her heart's content.
Natasha patiently wrote out a letter to Jennifer Mason on her home Dell Computer and delivered it in a sealed envelope to Jennifer's doorstep.
Jennifer watched as the 13-year-old vixen dropped the letter and then rushed out to get it. She quickly scoured the letter and then she began to ponder the request. What harm could there be in allowing the young girl to interview her?
And just like that the interview was set for Saturday morning. And Natasha decided that one of her walking outfits -- skimpy silk shorts with no underwear or lining and a tight white tank top -- would be just right for her interview meeting with the billionaire Jennifer Mason.
Once Natasha opened the door, she wasn't surprised at the admiring look she got from Jennifer, but it wasn't the blatantly sexual look she had gotten from someone like Amber Harris. It was much more subtle. Jennifer invited Natasha in and they sat down in Jennifer's very comfortable living room.
About half an hour into the interview, Natasha again grew weary of the game and decided to see if she could push Jennifer's hot sex buttons by going nude. Natasha whipped her tank top off over her head and shimmied out of the running shorts to stand naked except for her running shoes in front of the stunned Jennifer Mason. Privately, in her mind only, Jennifer's sex drive was in overdrive, looking at the naked 13-year-old stunner with the bikini lined tan on her gorgeous body. The nude girl was enough to inflame any lover of female flesh and Jennifer was definitely a lover of female flesh.
"How would you like to make love to this naked and hot body," Natasha said.
But in this case, the bold move by Natasha wasn't going to work as a seduction tool. In fact, Jennifer rose up and slapped Natasha across the face again and again. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP and then Jennifer told Natasha what she thought of the quick strip job.
"Listen little girl, I have no idea who you think you are but it won't fly here, now get your clothes on and get your ass out of this house," Jennifer said.
Natasha was physically and mentally reeling from the attack by Jennifer and she burst into tears at the rejection from the older woman and the stinging slaps across her face.
She grabbed her running clothes and put them on and stormed out of Jennifer's house. For Jennifer's part, she just hoped that was the end of it.
But as Natasha walked dejectedly home, she knew it wasn't the end. She began to formulate her own counterattack and she quickly realized that Mary Koch's biker dyke group -- known as Mary's Queer Girls -- would play a key role.
Once home, Natasha called Mary and the biker leader quickly agreed to uphold her end of the `muscle' bargain. Natasha and Mary hatched the plot that would bring Jennifer Mason into the realm of Natasha's shit whores.
That plot included some research by Mary's Queer Girls that provided interesting information for Natasha. One of the bikers was a private lover of one of Jennifer's lipstick lesbian sales girls. With that knowledge in hand, Natasha knew she would soon have Jennifer under her control, and none of her conquests would be sweeter.
The plot unfolded a couple of weeks later when Mary and a gang of six biker dykes rode up in front of Jennifer's house with Natasha nude on the back of Mary's Ducati Multistrada. The crew burst up the sidewalk, Natasha walking slowly, regally behind, and two of the biker lesbos put their shoulders into Jennifer's front door and burst through. Jennifer was coming down the stairs at the time and two of the bikers grabbed her by her arms and another of the lesbian bikers punched Jennifer in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Then they pushed her to her knees and to face her goddess. From her knees, Jennifer looked up at a gloriously nude Natasha Natoli, who stood imperiously in front of her with her 13-year-old snatch thrust out close to Jennifer's face.
"So bitch, now the shoe is on the other foot as they say," Natasha said to Jennifer, "I think you'll soon regret your rudeness to me, but first how about a little payback for the physical attack you visited on me."
Then Jennifer walked right up to the older woman on her knees and SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP rang out in the room as Natasha slapped Jennifer across the chops. Natasha then directed her `muscle' girls to strip Jennifer nude.
"Now listen up you fucking cunt and you may be allowed to live this afternoon," Natasha said to the now nude woman she intended to dominate. "You made a big mistake when you rejected me the other day, hell no one rejects me, no one. Now to me you have to know that you are a worthless piece of cunt shit and I intend to make the point repeatedly this afternoon.
Right now, however, I have to blow my nose and I will use you as a snotbag so open up, you horseshit fucking twat."
Jennifer, however, was not to be cowed easily and she pointedly sealed her lips. Natasha, however, would not be denied using Jennifer for all of her bodily wastes.
"Break her right arm," Natasha shouted to the biker girls. And the biker on Jennifer's right began to slowly twist the pretty billionaire's arm up until Jennifer felt it would snap at any moment. As the pain became intense, Jennifer realized it was no joke and that the burly biker on her right would most certainly break her arm unless she opened her mouth.
"All right," Jennifer blurted out, "I'll open my mouth," and the biker lessened the pressure on Jennifer's arm.
"That's better cunt, so now hold a finger over my right nostril and keep it closed as I blow my snot in your mouth," Natasha said. Jennifer felt the biker on her right let her arm go and she moved one of her manicured fingers to Natasha's nostril to close it off as she had been directed. Natasha then moved her open nostril directly over the older woman's mouth and began to blow out the snot into Jennifer's waiting mouth. Jennifer felt the disgusting and thick fluid feather onto her tongue. Thank God that's over, Jennifer thought, but then she felt a veritable deluge of snot as Natasha blew harder through her open nostril, emptying her left sinuses into Jennifer's oral cavity.
"Now swallow," Natasha said with an evil leer on her face.
Jennifer didn't want to risk the broken arm so she closed her mouth around the foul phlegm mixture and swallowed the messy goo.
"Now close off my other nostril and open your mouth again," Natasha said.
Jennifer felt her left arm being dropped and she brought a finger up to Natasha's other nostril, closed it off and placed her mouth beneath Natasha's snot faucet. Natasha then blew another huge wad of her snot into Jennifer's oral chamber and Jennifer swallowed without being told.
Good, thought Natasha, she's learning to anticipate my commands.
"Good, you fucking cunt, you may yet live through the afternoon," Natasha said. "Now you are going to receive a golden shower from me, but it is going directly into your mouth and you are going to swallow it all."
"Wait just a minute you little bitch, you're done abusing me, you get out of here right now or I'll have your ass thrown in jail," Jennifer said, staging one last revolt.
"Oh yeah," Natasha sneered, "beat the shit out of her girls and don't stop until she's black and blue."
Jennifer regretted her revolt and was about to say she'd take the golden shower when the first fist slammed into her jaw, nearly knocking her unconscious. As two of the biker babes held Jennifer by her arms, two others proceeded to pummel her body, breasts, cunt and face with wickedly thrown punches.
A weaker stomached audience would have gotten sick from the sound of the fists hitting the beautiful Jennifer's naked flesh and bone, but the bikers were used to administering this kind of beating and Natasha simply didn't give a shit. After Natasha was satisfied that Jennifer was properly bruised and beaten, she held out a hand to stay the punches.
"Ready to play ball cunt?" Natasha asked, gazing with her steely green eyes at Jennifer's bruised and battered face, including a neatly split lower lip.
Good, thought Natasha, my piss will nicely burn in that cut as she drinks my golden brew.
With one eye blackened from the punches and the rest of her body hurting mightily, Jennifer dumbly nodded her assent.
"Open your pisshole of a mouth toilet girl," Natasha barked.
Once Jennifer's mouth was open, Natasha stepped up to it and opened her bladder and urethra while straddling Jennifer's head. She sent her heavy dark yellow liquid -- she'd brewed this load nicely with coffee and by drinking no water -- into Jennifer's open mouth. As soon as Jennifer's mouth was filled with her warm piss, Natasha cut off the precious flow and she ordered Jennifer to swallow. This time there was no hesitancy as Jennifer sent the golden brew down her esophagus to her stomach, which was rapidly turning into a septic tank and shortly would become just that. Natasha loved the feeling of power over the prominent dotcom billionaire as she saw her swollen cheeks deflate and her neck bob as the piss went down.
"Are you having fun yet?" Natasha bellowed into her face and she repeated the pissing degradation until her bladder was emptied into Jennifer's body. Natasha loved it that her piss was now sitting, festering in Jennifer's rotten stomach, she knew that her piss and eventually her shit would become very comfortable in the older woman's body.
"Ok, you piece of shit, now open up and I'm going to lob a few hockers of spit into your waste hole of a mouth," Natasha said.
Too weary to argue further, Jennifer just opened her battered mouth and Natasha spat large ugly gobs from her nose and throat into Jennifer's mouth, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times, repeatedly until Jennifer began to wonder where she gathered all of the spit. All Jennifer knew was that she had been turned into a human spittoon by the teenage girl. Jennifer swallowed all of the spit, actually appreciative of how Natasha's spit/saliva helped wash away the acrid piss taste in her mouth.
"Twist her arms until they almost break," Natasha told the two bikers who continued to hold Jennifer in place. The two bikers eagerly did Jennifer's bidding, getting a sadistic thrill out of physically harming the older woman. The arms were twisted until they almost snapped and Jennifer thought they would at any moment.
"Please Natasha, why, I've done all you asked," Jennifer cried out trying to avoid a pair of broken arms, her own.
"Because you stupid, fucking cunt, we're about to step it up a notch and I just want you reminded that I won't hesitate to hurt you or have you killed, if need be, if you don't go along with my next step in breaking you -- you see I'm planning on taking a shit in your mouth now and you can accept that excrement whether you are dead or alive. You two lay her down and her fucking pig of a mouth better be open by the time her head hits the floor."
Natasha looked around and with Jennifer flat on her back; her mouth was indeed open and ready, if not willing, to receive Natasha's bowel fruit.
Natasha then stepped over Jennifer's body and crouched down with her asshole directly over Jennifer's open mouth.
"So Jennifer, you've probably never had a scat meal before and I want you to get prepared to sample one of the true delights of the life of a submissive lesbian -- which you are becoming. You see you will be dining on a shit burger from the beautiful bunghole of a young woman. As you look at the beautiful moons of that ass above you, think of how privileged you are to dine on my excrement, the shit of a young goddess, beg me for it you lousy twat."
Jennifer, broken beyond belief, begged Natasha to crap in her mouth. Jennifer couldn't see the grin spreading across young Natasha's face as she realized her conquest of the wealthy and beautiful Jennifer Mason was nearly complete and would be as soon as she moved her bowels and deposited the filth meal she had been baking all day into Jennifer's mouth for her consumption.
Gazing up at the girl's biking tan-lined ass moons, Jennifer was struck by how gorgeous the sight was. She would have been entranced by the view were she not stuck thinking about how a turd was going to crawl out from between those buttocks and into her mouth.
Natasha pushed down with her stomach muscles and initiated the bowel movement that would bring Jennifer in as a shit eating cunt. Jennifer saw the head of the brown turd begin the birth process from Natasha's anus. Looking at the burgeoning brown monster, Jennifer was nearly in shock as she fully realized that the shit leaving Natasha's rectum would soon be residing in her stomach, excrement food being digested for a second time inside her body.
All those thoughts flooded through Jennifer's mind in a millisecond and then the stench from the newly born guano loaf hit her nostrils and she almost bolted upright to run from the room, the fear of another beating and perhaps loss of her life held her back and kept her head rooted to the floor waiting for the turd to arrive at its penultimate destination -- her mouth -- and then from there to its ultimate destination -- her stomach, where it would mix with Natasha's piss, spit and snot in a foul lesbian witches' brew of a concoction.
As the turd touched her tongue, she almost retched and then the fecal material was fully within her mouth, assaulting her taste buds with the rankest taste imaginable. With a will of steel, the same will that had taken her to the top of the corporate world, Jennifer began to eat the excrement and send it to her stomach. Once she had chewed the turd roll and swallowed it, she hoped that she was done but she immediately saw the birthing process begin on another turd loaf and then something snapped inside her mind, she switched from being a reluctant participant in this scat orgy to being an eager shit eater. The second turd was fully ensconced in her mouth when her lips wrapped around the guano tube and she became one of Natasha's shit whores.
Natasha turned around to witness the transformation and saw a woman possessed, Jennifer's eyes were glazed over with lust; the shit stick from Natasha's asshole poking out of her mouth, her lips locked onto the crap loaf as if it were the finest food available anywhere in the world. And, to Jennifer Mason, it was. She couldn't comprehend how what had once seemed so terrible to her -- eating female human shit -- had now become what she thought of as her life's calling.
Natasha loved, absolutely loved the look of Jennifer's lips making love to her stinking stool, caressing it with sexual emotion.
As Jennifer finished her filthy meal, she turned and looked at Natasha, whom she now worshipped as her Shit Mistress.
"Thank you Natasha, may I always be allowed to worship at your divine asshole and may you serve me the bowel food just as you did now," Jennifer said.
"That's certainly better, and to think you could have had all this without the violence, next time you'll know better," Natasha said.
"As you wish Mistress," Jennifer responded.