Cave of Filth

Denise didn't even have time to move back as she was showered with all manner of fecal debris, leaving her spotted and streaked. Somehow that deeply aroused her, to be soiled by the other woman's wastes, to be befouled by her putrid discharge along with Megs herself. Megs, shaking and writhing as she kept shitting, managed to shit all over herself, all over the bed, an eruption, a literal storm of brown filth cascading as she emptied her bowels in a seemingly endless evacuation of crap, of putrid, rancid, acrid shit!

Of course this utter loss of control was unimaginably humiliating and embarrassing to Megs as she blushed every shade of pink and red.

For a moment she stopped, and everything seemed to quiet. And then the storm resumed, more violent than ever. Her flaring shithole was like the tip of machine gun's barrel now, a seemingly endless volley of brown bullet-like nuggets shooting out of the filthy spout, Megs shaking, her bottom quivering so that the chunks of shit, small and large, were spewed everywhere, soiling everything in reach of the shit cannon's discharge, but mainly against Denise, kneeling behind her, right behind the defecating crater. Though serving as a toilet was not normally her role, she knelt there in amazed wonder, watching the spectacular fecal eruption, letting the outpouring of filth spray and shower and splatter her. She felt the little warm, greasy 'thuds' as rich brown nuggets of shit bounced against her bare skin, soiling her utterly, her bare body thoroughly stained now, stained and stinking from the endless cascade of Meg's volley of fecal filth.

Then, again, for a moment the machine-gun volley stopped as her anus dilated and a turd of immense girth emerged. This massive log, lodged deep within Megs, was now obviously taking its turn being evacuated, but the effort proved not so easy, as Megs strained, grunting and pushing, finally shitting it out slowly and with some effort. Denise knew well how intensely and excruciatingly embarrassing and humiliating it must have felt for Megs to be grunting like an animal, straining so nakedly and vividly simply to shit out her wastes, the sounds and smells a spectacular aromatic symphony of shitting; this normally most private of acts now a fecal fantasia unfolding for the two women. Here Megs was, a depraved, a perverse dream finally realized as she was shitting it all out in full view of a woman whose degrading control and yet ultimate respect she so deeply craved. Denise could easily imagine doing all this with Megs a second time, and that time having Megs leave on her white, freshly laundered and immaculately clean silk or cotton white panties. When she finally emptied her bowels that time, she would empty themintoher panties, soiling the undies horribly, ruining them, a massive load of shit bulging obscenely in the seat of those panties, the compressed turds and greasy fecal sludge oozing under the elastic.

The monstrously oversized log had obviously been lodging in the depths of her rectum and now finally was emerging. Denise watched with fascination as Megs's asshole flared and dilated more and more and more, Megs grunting and working to push out the giant log; it was like she was in fecal 'labor' and was giving birth to an immense, newborn log of shit. Playfully, wickedly she reached down for the two or three inches of fat, brown solid turd so lewdly sticking out of Meg's bottom, scooping it up and slapped it down against the clean, white silky fabric of the back of Meg's shirt, staining, 'dyeing' that fabric brown now with thick fecal paste as she mashed and spread and smeared.

And then, finally this time, the fecal volcano quieted as Denise came around on the bed, waving the stinking, shit-caked dildo in Megs's face. The dildo seemed an inch thicker now with the heavy layer of shit covering it from rubber balls to tip. Shesmackedher fecal slave's face with the soiled phallus, leaving marks and smudges on that blushing face of hers. Then Denise lewdly stroked the dildo and wiped her hands off on Megs's hair, her shirt, her bra, her breasts, between her legs.

"Now you do it," Denise said as Megs hesitated a moment, then took the filthy shaft in her own hand and stroked it, addicted to her own filth now as she wiped her own dirtied hands on herself and her clothes.

"I'm not finished with that stinking cave of yours," Denise said with a lewd, knowing smile, "not finished with it at all."

Denise got behind Megs again, reaching for a tube of lubricating jelly.

"Now that my fucking has opened your hole and you've emptied your rectum, it's time to go exploring and excavating -- manually this time, and deep,very, verydeep. I know there's more treasure to be found in the depths of your filthy, humid bowels, bitch!"

Megs felt Denise squeeze out a big, big dab of the jelly into her greasy, dirty hole as slowly she began to slide her fingers inside, slide them in as both inhaled the intoxicating, overpowering aroma of Megs's wastes, her urine, her feces.

Denise knew that though Megs had shit and emptied much of what was inside her, there was probably as much left in there as came out, her dildo having served as a piledriver which packed so much of the shit deep, deep inside Megs. Her job now would be to go in and retrieve it.

As Denise probed and took in this depraved and yet strangely alluring and sensual scene, one where she was in utter control of the other woman, she imagined another scene, one where the two of them, together, somehow served a third woman, a woman who had mastery over them both.She imagined this scat mistress would keep the two of them both plugged for days on end as the shit accumulated inside them. Over those days, she'd work a special 'plunger' into their two rectums deeper and deeper to force the shit higher and to compact it. Eventually their bowels would be so full of impacted shit that they'd need massive warm oil enemas just to loosen the compacted mass enough to eventually rid themselves of it. Then several soapy water enemas to loosen it further so they could finally shit it all out. Their mistress would invite other women to observe the stunningly vivid defecations, the two of them watched and cheered as they took the biggest, messiest, most humiliating shits imaginable! At least it would be humiliating for Megs; for Denise it would be merely a wantonly lewd display of her exhibitionistic excesses. Let them all watch her, watch her at her at her very filthiest! '"Watch me shit out all my greasy logs and my stinking enema, enjoy the view, you bitches!" she would hiss at them, like a lewd kitten displaying in a litter box, as Megs cringed in embarrassment. And that would only be the start of it! Perhaps the mistress and her friends would decide to pull down their panties, encircle the two defecators, and piss and shit all over their bodies and on their faces and in their mouths as they themselves kept expelling loudly and lewdly, Denise brazenly, Megs with deep embarrassment but equally deep eagerness and arousal.

But now, as Denise looked down, her fingers digging into Megs's rectum, she imagined how Megs must be feeling. All Megs could think about was how thoroughly, how very shockingly she was being defiled. She had been given the ass fucking of her life, and it was when her bowels were jam-packed with days of accumulated fecal waste. This recognition for Megs, Denise well knew, must've been bone-chilling. And at the same time, seismically exciting.

For Denise it was an extraordinary joy defiling Megs in this fashion, forcefully violating her rectal depths, that deep well of filth when it was most filled. Fucking her ass with a massively thick dildo, fucking it with raw, brutal, vicious power while that ass was so completely, so obscenely packed with shit held a very special thrill for Denise, a woman who always welcomed the most twisted escapades with other women.

And the room? Later, it would take many long hours to clean it, and much in it would have to be discarded and replaced. But now it utterly, utterly reeked of Megs's shit. The earthy fecal stench was overwhelming. And everywhere one looked there was her shit -- sprayed and splattered, wantonly spewed from her rudely violated shithole in an orgy of defecatory explosiveness. The bedsheets, her body, her clothes were all stained and soiled with the filthy brown wastes. In her wanton lust to empty her bowels Megs had even shit all over Denise, some even landing on Denise's face. Normally Denise might have taken this as an insult, as careless neglect and disrespect of her bodily domain, her physical sanctity. But now, somehow, she found it endearing that Megs had lost control so totally and utterly and wantonly.

In fact, Denise rejoiced in this befouling and besmirching as she swayed lewdly and provocatively, with Megs looking on in stunned amazement as Denise smeared and spread Megs's greasy, stinking fecal clay all over herself, even tasting the bitter brown discharge. While Denise knew that for Megs all this was so terribly embarrassing and humiliating (and, at the same, time, immensely arousing, nearly addictive), for Denise, one liberated from such strict feelings about propriety and therefore not one to feel easily embarrassed or humiliated, she let the other woman's shit become simply another instrument of her lewd, wanton, recklessly uninhibited lust, a lust not only for the woman, but for that woman's expelled bodily wastes as well. Denise well knew how very provocative all this was for Megs, the sight of Denise lustily smearing the greasy brown shit all over herself, so slowly, so tantalizingly, with Megs looking on in awe, Denise even tasting it.

And Both Denise and Megs knew that, later, Megs would be expected to do the cleansing, to drag her tongue over Denise's befouled naked body, caked and splattered with her shit, and to clean it, to clean it orally and thoroughly. And thereby to restore that lithe, petite body of Denise's, a body Megs worshiped, to its original pristine state.

Now Megs's mind pulsed with those intoxicating words of Denise's – "...I'm not finished with that stinking cave of yours,"

So very true, she knew, as Denise's hand resumed digging deeper into her rectum.

As Denise dug in and probed deeper, Megs could feel that as much shit as she had already expelled, much more remained deep inside her, tamped and compacted by the hammer action of Denise's phallus. She was only glad Denise had added some lubricating jelly to the shit before invading with her full hand. Though Denise's hand was small and graceful, it was still a hand, and a hand entering a rectum was a formidable intrusion. Once inside, that hand felt so different than the dildo had felt, its action more alive and dynamic than the blunt thrust of her rubber cock had been. It felt so strange, and yet so strangely satisfying to feel a human presence deep inside her body, another woman's hand, Denise's hand!

Looking down and listening to Megs, Denise well knew that however powerful had been the impression of her dildo relentlessly ripping open Megs's sphincter and reaming her rectum, it was no match for the far more intimate and extreme invasion afforded by herfull handforced into the depths of the other woman's humid, stinking colon, her tight but greasy shithole wrapped around her wrist like a helpless rubber band. The dildo had felt sensational to Megs, Denise knew, but now her hand was a different matter, her hand to Megs felt so very, veryaliveas it violated the sanctity of the other woman's body, of her very guts!

"Now I'm really going to clean you out," Denise said, leaning down to hiss in Megs's ear, "clean out every filthy scrap of it!"

Megs shuddered, hearing this promise. She treasured every twist of Denise's hand, every probing move of her skilled fingers to work to break up the mass of dense stool. The removal, she knew, would be slowly as each fecal morsel, each handful was carefully extracted through her spectacularly stretched anal ring.

As Denise's hand entered her rectum she feel the lower part of that rectum was hollow and emptied, the result of the spectacularly dramatic shit that ensued after she had pulled out the dildo. But now, as she delved ever higher and deeper into Megs's bowels, her fingers dragged chunks and nuggets of shit out of the still filthy cave, pulled it out of her, and smacked bits of the greasy debris against her skin, her face, her hair, all over her already soiled and ruined garments.

And as she did this, Denise would teasingly whisper into Megs's ear as each was removed, "I'm going to rub this little turd into your hair," or "I'm going to stuff this chunk into your bra", or nominate some other destination, some precious and normally pristine part of Meg's body which she would now violate and befoul yet again.

And yet there was more, much more. As Denise delved even deeper, Megs's shockingly stretched sphincter now clenching the middle of her forearm, she felt her fingers come up against a solid wall with the consistency of dense clay. This, she know, was the shit driven and packed deepest into Megs by the relentless pounding of the dildo. She now felt the contours of an immense fecal mass compacted into the very depths of her bowels. It seems glued to the walls of her upper rectum, and Denise knew she now needed to extract it. She carefully forced her fingers between the mass and the rectal walls, slowly dislodging it, and opening her hand to clump it in a ball as she scraped it all from the membranous rectal walls. When she had finally pulled out this loaded hand, Megs gasped, she saw stars as she endured the shocking dilation. After all, it wasn't just that Denise was pulling her hand out of Megs's ass, she was pulling out her hand while it clutched an immense ball of shit. When she finally got it out, she showed it to Megs, a giant, stinking ball of densely compacted shit the size of an orange. She brought the obscene handful of wastes up to Megs's nose, the intense aroma of the shit now as intoxicating a scent for these two women as a handful of rose petals would be for others.

And what would be the destiny of all this shit, Megs wondered, certain Denise would not 'waste' it. Denise's lips curled in an evil smile as she instructed Megs to lay on her back and spread her legs wide. Her open thighs were glazed brown with a film of her shit; everywhere there was shit, everywhere. And now there would be more, much more. For Denise now took that big handful of hot greasy shit and smacked it between Megs's legs, into her pussy, mashing it against her open vulva. Megs, on her back, looked down between her legs to see that her slimy aroused cunt, her pubic mound, had been made into yet another repository for her own fecal wastes.

"It's time to fuck you again," Denise sneered, sliding her sleek body between Megs's open legs like a lithe, lewd cat, dildo still attached, held in her hand. Denise now forced that dildo, so filthy already and about to be filthied again, into Megs's cunt, now heavily caked with her shit, and resumed fucking her. She had fucked her ass when it was full of shit, and now she was fucking her cunt when it was full, the shit again so very obscenely oozing out of her vagina with each hard, deep thrust.

Looking into each other's eyes, like two wild tribal women 'marked' by some ritual ointment, that 'ointment' now being Meg's voluminous fecal wastes, the two women felt a special bond, a bond of such special closeness, of shared transgression. Their eyes blazed with deep lust and satisfaction as they gazed at one another, intoxicated, mesmerized by this profound journey into the very heart and soul of filthy, obscene transgression.

And after Denise brought Megs to a volcanic, utterly draining orgasm, she finally pulled that dildo out of her, more begrimed than ever with her brown wastes. And now brought that dildo up to her face. She told Megs to open her mouth, and Megs opened it. Then Denise forced that filthy, shit-caked dildo between her open lips as Megs looked up at Denise with stunned but perversely aroused eyes, the blush of pink faintly visible under the brown, soiled cheeks, the deep emotions of love and humiliation, of lust and embarrassment, glowing under the thick layers of grime. And then Megs sucked the dirty dildo clean like the filthy, shit-loving whore who, under the veneer of tidiness and propriety and elegance, she was and always would be, Denise smiling with smug and yet tender satisfaction. And as the hours unfolded there would still me more, much more, as both women well knew. For while Denise stood there, looking down at a kneeling Megs sucking the shit off the fat rubber cock, both turned towards the open door of the bathroom to see there, hanging from a hook, an immense, bloated, 4-liter enema bag, full and ready, heavy with its gallon of warm, soapy water, a menacing black nozzle dangling from the long rubber hose. With the joint effort of both women, Megs's bowels had finally been emptied. Now, she well knew, they would soon be filled again. And then there was the matter of Denise's own bowels and what they did and would later contain. And how and where they too would be emptied. But that is a story for another time...

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