The Birth of the Toilet Slave

[ATTENTION! The story described in this tale is highly specific. If you are not interested in extreme practices of humiliation, it is better to refrain from reading.]

This is the story of how Lena Toilet, that is, me, became who I am. This little story can only partly be considered a prequel to "Countryside Vacation," as the events described happened much earlier, about 6 years ago. Back then, I was a social studies teacher, having just come to the school after college, and I immediately got assigned to teach senior classes. Even then, I felt strange inclinations and interests within myself. I preferred watching unusual porn, and communication with guys

from my graduating class was limited to losing my virginity at one of the student parties. I didn't think about a prince on a white horse, but imagined myself broken, submissive, and humiliated. And these fantasies aroused me. I avoided colleagues and peers because their company didn't interest me. That's how I worked for the first six months, earning a reputation with the administration as a "smart girl, but not of this world." And everything was going fine until I lost my phone. The phone in which I had a whole library of the hardest-core porn stories and several favorite videos, so I could quickly entertain myself in the teachers' bathroom during a break, and that phone was found by two eleventh-graders, Olya and Lida. Oh, these modern kids (though both kids had already turned 18 at the beginning of the school year)... They quickly figured out what their teacher watches and what she subconsciously wants. The rest was a matter of technique. The girls ambushed me in the classroom late in the evening after classes, and then...

They tied me to the radiator in the classroom so that my legs were spread apart, but I could bend down to the floor, leaning on my hands. To start, they forced me to thoroughly lick their shoes clean... Pretty, tall Olya, a blonde, slender. And Lida, a fat, stocky brunette... Did I resist? Yes, I resisted. Or rather, I pretended to resist. The matter was decided very quickly: a couple of slaps were enough for me to spread my legs, crouch down to the floor, and start licking their dusty shoes.

Then the girls got into the swing of things... They tore my blouse, started cruelly kneading and pinching my breasts... But that wasn't enough. Lida squatted down and abruptly shoved her plump palm into my hole, and right away, without preparation... I screamed in pain, dry and without warm-up—it hurts a lot. I think I even had tears spring from my eyes then...

— It's turning out too loud... — Olya looked at her classmate with concern.

— Let's turn down the volume for the esteemed Elena Romanovna...

Then Lida took off her shoes and pulled off her socks, and Olya, spreading her legs, extracted a heavily soaked tampon from herself... I even thought then, in a strange trance and stupor: "Did this happen by accident, or did they specifically time it for their periods?"

My mouth soon filled with the taste of someone else's menstrual blood and someone else's sweat. Lida, as befits a chubby girl, sweats profusely. My consciousness in those minutes seemed fragmented. I simultaneously felt and was perfectly aware of everything and, at the same time, watched everything detachedly, as if from the side... Here are two eleventh-graders cruelly humiliating and tormenting their teacher... Is that me? Probably, yes. Why am I so internally calm? Is it because everything is happening as it should be?..

They tilted my head back so that their secretions began to flow down my throat. But that wasn't enough for Olya... This young sadist approached me, forced me to lower myself onto my spread knees, and started shoving her foot into my unfortunate hole. So much so that I tried to scream again, though due to the sock-and-tampon gag, it only came out as a stifled wheezing...

But she pushed further, slapping me and exclaiming: "Come on, take me into your hole, you useless bitch!"

— If you can't take the whole foot up to the heel, we'll shove a beer can into you so you stretch properly!

And I had to spread my hips as wide as possible to impale myself on my tormentor's foot so that her toes almost reached my uterus...

Despite my position, despite the pain in my stretched hole, I started getting aroused and wriggling on Olya's foot, as if wanting her to fuck me with her foot.

Well, and Lida, of course, didn't stay silent. She really wanted to say everything she thought about her teacher.

— Oh, you fucking whore, a hole for fucking, we'll degrade you, degrade you so much you'll forget your own name, you'll only respond to a nickname!

Olya stopped.

— Okay, enough, this animal is getting more pleasure from what's happening than humiliation!

— So we need to degrade her for real! — exclaimed Lida...

Olya abruptly pulls her foot out of me and kicks my unfortunate labia hard... I let out a stifled groan and sink to the floor so that my stretched hole touches the dirty school linoleum...

Olya walked over to the teacher's desk and took from it a beautiful plate painted in Gzhel style, which I was given that year for my first Teacher's Day... Lida looked carefully at her friend, and a wicked smile ran across her lips.

— Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

— Well, of course, degrade, so degrade to the fullest!

And the girls burst into peals of laughter...

After that, they placed the plate in front of me, lifted their skirts, and first Olya, then Lida, started shitting on it.

Olya squeezed out about fifteen centimeters of even, dark-brown feces, which lay in a neat spiral on the plate. Lida, straining, produced a substantial portion of semi-liquid light-brown mass... And the smell... a thick, acrid toilet smell spread throughout the classroom...

— Listen carefully, animal. As you can see, my friend and I have relieved ourselves quite nicely. And there's no toilet in the classroom! — Olya grabbed me by the chin and, like a boa constrictor staring at a mouse, looked me straight in the eyes.

— So you have two options: either you eat all of this, and we let you go for today, or we smear all this shit all over you and leave you here tied to the radiator, and then, whoever finds you—finds you. Tied up and covered in shit! — Olya paused, obviously so the full essence of the choice offered to me would sink in...

— Now I'll take the gag out of your mouth and don't even think about screaming! — Olya, still not taking her eyes off me, slowly pulled the gag out of my mouth...

A storm of emotions raged inside me... I understood that if I agreed to the first condition of my tormentors, then, having survived such shame as eating their feces, I would belong to them, completely... Or I would be disgraced for the whole school... Hell, for the whole city! I started whining...

— Come on, girls, come on, sweeties, please, what did I do to you... please, don't treat me like this, don't... — I looked at them pleadingly, folding my hands in supplication...

— Listen, friend, maybe it really is too harsh? A plate of shit, just like that... — Lida looked at Olya doubtfully.

— Okaaay, okay, what are we, some kind of beasts, so be it, we'll make the task easier for you, — Olya waved her hand.

— Anyway, you're a lousy weakling to handle it as is.

She went to the cabinet and pulled out an old dusty flower vase from there.

— Well then, hole, since you can't do it all yourself, we'll help you a little, — with these words Olya brought the vase to her crotch and started urinating into it. Finishing, she passed the vessel to Lida. She, of course, did the same.

— Here, look, trash can, this is to help you, you'll have something to wash down our dish with. And stop whining, start eating, while we're kind and helping you!

Blood pounded in my temples like blacksmith's hammers... My face flushed with shame and excitement simultaneously, I sat a little more comfortably and pulled the plate closer...

— Girls, sweeties, tell me, can I use my hands? — I spoke with difficulty,

my voice was hoarse and halting. One thought beat in my head: "I—an attractive, educated, and, essentially, not stupid, girl—am seriously about to eat a whole plate of waste from two snot-nosed kids and wash down this filth with a vase of their urine..."

The girls exchanged glances, clearly not expecting such a question.

— Well... Whatever. Use your feet for all I care. The main thing is that the plate becomes empty. Everything you don't eat—we'll smear on you. Understood?

— Understood... — I lowered my eyes and reached for the plate...

Smoothly extending my hand, I broke off a small piece of Olya's excrement, generously drenched, like a sauce, in Lida's liquid shit... Brought it to my face. My hand froze.

— Well, what's wrong? Come on, open your drain and stuff my tasty, sweet shit in there! — Olya laughed sharply and hysterically.

— Yes, yes, savor the taste, chew diligently, and then swallow everything, without a trace! — Lida joined in.

And I made up my mind, chose my way of resolving this situation. I will eat others' waste and drink urine, become a living toilet. And so, closing my eyes, Elena Romanovna—a graduate with honors, a promising young teacher, and simply a beautiful girl—sent the first portion into her mouth and began to chew thoroughly... A terrible bitterness and viscosity spread in my mouth, the fecal mass, mixed with saliva, turned into a disgusting homogeneous slurry that I chewed and rolled around in my mouth. The monstrous stench made my head spin and my eyes water, my breath caught...

— Well!? Well! Well, come on, dung-eater, swallow, swallow!

Holding my breath, I swallowed the first lump of viscous filth. The girls froze, looking at me incredulously. I demonstratively stuck out my tongue. They were so stunned they didn't even notice this impudent gesture...

Having done this, I listened to myself for a second... And felt nothing but the strongest excitement. No more shame, no regret, I was flowing like a bitch in heat, and the vile bitterness in my mouth no longer seemed so terrible. Maybe, really, everything is as it should be?

I rinsed my mouth with urine from the vase and reached for the next piece... Broke off, chewed, swallowed... A couple of sips from the vase. Broke off, chewed, swallowed... Another couple of sips. And again this cycle. And again. And again.

The girls watched, spellbound. The spectacle clearly didn't disappoint them. Portion by portion, I consumed their waste, and the further it went, the easier it became... Finally, the plate was empty. But I didn't slack off! I am a teacher. Which means I must do everything exemplarily. I licked my fingers, licked the plate clean. Then, with the remaining urine, I carefully rinsed my mouth and swallowed that too. My belly swelled and burned terribly, and a whole puddle of my secretions had spread on the floor. I felt nauseous and knew that I had most likely gotten severe poisoning. But that was completely unimportant. Dreams had become reality, two barely eighteen-year-old snot-nosed kids had literally trampled my personality, but I was left with a feeling of victory. Especially since they looked stunned and clearly didn't understand what to do next. I looked carefully at Olya and Lida.

— Thank you, girls. Thank you for everything. — they exchanged glances.

— You're welcome, Elena Romanov... — Lida began, but the more quick-witted Olya had already snapped out of it and come to her senses.

— Okay, quiet! She found Elena Romanovna here! — Lida looked down.

— Listen, shit-eater, you don't want others to find out about all this, do you?!

— As you wish, Olga Konstantinovna. — I, as much as my bonds allowed, got on my knees and lowered my head. That's when even Olya was taken aback.

— That is... as I wish... Do you really not give a damn about anything, you fool?!

— From now on, I belong to you. I am your thing, I have no name and no will. I will do everything you wish and as you wish. — The words flew out of my mouth on their own, the frantic rhythm started hammering in my temples again. I was parting with the last fragments of my freedom and personality easily and casually.

— Lucky break, Olya, she's really lost it, completely off her rocker, it seems... — Lida drawled.

— Okaaay, alright, let's not get carried away... We all had a good time hanging out now, but you, stop driving this nonsense about 'I'm yours forever and all that!' — Olya spoke feverishly, while clearly pondering whether to just run away from me or take me somewhere far away and kill me, staging a robbery. She's very quick-witted, this Olya. And very spoiled...

— As you wish...

— Stop it, whore, you're stupid!!! — Olya flew into a real rage. And my brain, clouded by excitement, finally processed her order.

— Okay, Olya, I won't mention anywhere that I belong... to you. Just tell me, how will we all live from now on? — this phrase of mine defused the situation... Olya thought. Panic was quickly receding, and she was already building a plan of action in her charming, cunning little head.

— So, Elena Romanovna, — she curled her lip contemptuously, — listen to how we will all live from now on. Nothing changes in your usual lifestyle until I specify otherwise. That is, you still go to classes, give us your dumb lectures about law, politics, and other nonsense, understood?

I obediently nodded.

— But when I give the appropriate command, you switch to this mode of yours, the crazy bitch-shit-eater?

I nodded again.

— Well, that's just lovely! — Olya deftly untied me from the radiator, but I wasn't in a hurry to get up from my knees, only started rubbing my numb calves...

— Well, and now, Lida and I are going home, and you, — Olya slid a distracted glance over me, — Well, you air this place out well, clean up, get dressed as best you can, and head home too. — I nodded shortly for the third time.

When the girls had already