The Human Toilet
This chapter is extremely hardcore. If that is not what you want, please skip ahead to the next one.
Elion’s hellish ordeal did not end.
Even for the back-alley thugs it had been a novel experience, so they kept tormenting the clueless young lady straight through until morning.
Simply pissing on her and then jerking off while staring at her, shooting their cum onto the puddle of urine, was the mild version. Some of them deliberately chugged water until their bladders were bursting, then took turns pissing until she was drowning and choking. One even sprinkled chili powder into her mouth while asking if she was hungry, then told the convulsing girl to rinse with piss.
Later they dug out only her lower half, clamped a remote-controlled vibrator onto her clit, buried her again, flipped the switch on, and left her there while they went to sleep. Of course Elion got no sleep at all—only screamed until her throat was raw. The power button sat right on top of the urinal, but there was nothing she could do about it.
They never flushed, so the stench thickened by the hour; every breath felt like her lungs were rotting from the inside.
Whenever one of the men idly pressed the vibration button, pleasure still spiked through her, but it was nowhere near enough to make the rest bearable. Eventually she crossed the limit and blacked out.
While she lay unconscious the sky lightened and the bathroom grew noisy. The door slammed open and the thugs poured in.
They carried a plunger and a long coiled wire, crowding into the toilet stall.
“Fuck’s sake, who the hell clogged it this bad?”
“Dude, it’s been blocked since yesterday. Water won’t even go down.”
“Whose shit is this rock-hard? What the fuck did you eat?”
They grumbled while slamming the plunger and scraping with the wire, putting their backs into it. After a long struggle the man with the wire finally exhaled a heavy sigh and spat a curse.
“Shit, the pipe’s completely packed.”
“Goddamn it. So every time we take a dump we gotta walk all the way to the inn?”
While they were bitching about how life was unfair, one of them glanced toward the urinal.
Through the transparent floor he could still see Elion’s face. She reeked of piss, yet her mouth remained forced wide open—exactly as they had left her. She could not close it even if she wanted to.
“…Hey.”
The corner of his mouth curled up.
“That urinal sitting on top of the whore.”
“What about it? Ah, you sick bastard…”
“What? Her mouth’s already a sewer drain. Whether we piss or shit, she just has to swallow it. No reason to keep the urinal and the toilet separate.”
The others snickered.
“Not bad. I don’t feel like walking to the inn either.”
“Yeah. Pull the urinal, leave just the toilet. She’ll eat everything anyway.”
From the middle of her forced-open mouth the men’s words drifted down to Elion, faint but clear enough. Her entire body went rigid with ice.
…No… Not that… Anything but that…
Horror crashed over her. Being a urinal alone had already been enough to shatter her mind—now a toilet as well?
A setup where she would catch shit straight in her mouth?
With no tongue?
She tried desperately to thrash, but her body refused to move. The weight of the urinal and the packed earth, the cuffs locking her arms behind her back, and the Control Core she herself had forged all combined to crush every last scrap of resistance.
All she could manage was to twitch like a trapped animal, force out a cracked, broken voice, and let tears spill.
“Ah… aaaaah…!! Aaaaaaah!!!!!”
Whether she screamed or not, the men had already decided.
“Ah, shut the fuck up.”
The man clicked his tongue, grabbed the sewer plug that sat next to the vibrator switch on the urinal, and jammed it into Elion’s mouth. Once the noise stopped he smiled in satisfaction, then he and the man beside him lifted the transparent urinal free.
The sewer pipe that had been fitted perfectly to the gag tore free, ripping at her lips and gums with white-hot pain, but with the plug sealing her mouth no one could hear the scream that tore through her.
In the end the urinal was completely removed.
In its place they hauled over the heavy porcelain toilet from the stall. That toilet, too, was a custom piece with a fully transparent base. They set it down squarely over Elion’s face.
With a heavy thud the new sewer pipe locked perfectly into the toilet’s outlet.
Now whenever someone sat and took a shit, the solid waste would drop straight through the clear floor and into Elion’s open mouth.
“Oh, perfect fit.”
One man sat on the seat and shifted his hips experimentally.
“Should’ve done this from the start. Saved us the double work.”
“Now this is a real sewer. Heh heh heh.”
Then one of the gathered men stepped forward.
“Hey… signal’s coming, so all of you get out! Let me try it first!”
The others laughed and backed away.
“Already?”
“Shit-boy, you’re the one who clogged it, aren’t you?”
The man they called shit-boy raised a fist in mock threat; the rest of the pack fled giggling. Alone, he gazed down at Elion’s face beneath the toilet, muttered “Fuck, she looks fuckable even like this,” then dropped his pants and sat.
The moment he settled he rocked his hips once, drew a deep breath, and pushed.
Prrrrrrrt—
A fart came first.
A wet, heavy blast filled the bowl with a thick, foul reek. Directly underneath, Elion instinctively tried to hold her breath, but her mouth was locked open and hard-piped to the sewer; whether she breathed or not, there was no escaping the stench.
The instant the fart ended he pushed again.
Pssht— prrrt— zzzzzz—
A string of short, sharp farts burst out, followed by a trickle of piss.
Elion writhed under the worse smell and the warm urine flowing in, toes and fingers curling and uncurling uselessly.
Of course her thrashing meant nothing to the man above her.
“Ah… ghhhk… khah… aaah… ghhhrrrk!!”
Without a tongue, and with her mouth already full of piss, the sounds that escaped were no longer screams—only the broken cries of a beast.
This time he meant business. He sucked in a huge breath and bore down hard.
Grrrk… grrrk…
A wet, shifting sound rolled through his guts.
To Elion, whose face was pressed closest to his rectum, that tiny noise thundered louder than any storm.
Then, slowly—agonizingly slowly—a hardened mass began to descend.
Plop— thud—
The first pieces were small.
Hard, rough-edged solids slid through the gag hole and into Elion’s mouth.
Without a tongue she could only receive them; without a tongue she could not even swallow.
The lumps simply sat there, mixing with the leftover piss and piling up inside her mouth.
Extreme revulsion seized her; her body convulsed as if in seizure. Whether the shitting man noticed or not, he simply finished his business.
Grrrk… thump
A much larger mass dropped.
A thick, carrot-sized log of constipation-hardened shit packed her mouth completely full. Looking refreshed, the man wiped his ass with paper, started to toss it into the bowl, saw the packed mouth, and instead threw the paper into the trash.
Even after he stood, Elion still made no move to swallow the load in her mouth, so he opened the door and called the others.
“Hey, I think I need a hand with this.”
“Why?”
When the men came in they saw Elion frantically shaking her head, twisting her neck, trying to lift her hips—anything to get free.
“Ah, she can’t swallow it raw.”
“Yeah. Normally you’d flush with water, but this bitch would just burst and die.”
“Just melt it with piss. She swallows piss just fine.”
They snickered and lined up over the toilet.
The first man unzipped and started pissing.
Warm, reeking liquid poured through the transparent floor and splashed straight into Elion’s mouth.
Ssssshhhhh—
As the stream hit the mass, the surface began to soften.
The hard outer shell slowly swelled and cracked; small fragments broke free and slid down her throat.
Elion instinctively worked her throat, trying to swallow, but without a tongue it was hopeless; the pieces were simply shoved deeper by the pressure of the piss.
“Ah… ugh… ghhhk…”
A wet gurgle rose from her throat.
The fragments rode the urine down so fast she had no time to breathe. Piss and shit backed up into her nose, burning, yet the second man was already stepping up.
This time harder, heavier.
Ssssshhhhhhh—
The continuous stream soaked all the way to the core of the mass.
It began to break apart in earnest.
The big log split in half, then into smaller chunks.
Carried by the flow, more and more pieces slid down her throat. Somewhere in the middle of it Elion seemed to learn the trick; she started working her throat in desperate gulps, forcing the mess down.
One piece lodged halfway, but the next jet of piss shoved it free. A third man, then a fourth, kept the stream going without pause. Under the constant flood the shit crumbled smaller and smaller until only bean-sized fragments remained, sliding easily into her stomach.
Tears streaming, Elion forced every last scrap down. Her throat felt scorched raw; the pieces that reached her stomach twisted her guts inside out.
The men kept laughing and pouring piss until the entire mass had dissolved and vanished down her throat.
Buuurp—
A belch rose, bringing with it a nauseating stench that almost made her vomit—but the thought of having to swallow that too made her clamp down with everything she had left.
“Whoa, she even burped? Was it tasty?”
“Her burp smells like shit, hahaha.”
“She’s getting better at swallowing.”
“Piss melted it nice. Piss really is the best, right, bitch?”
Still snickering among themselves, the men gave the toilet a casual kick, shut the door, and left. Alone again, Elion could only lie there in despair, tasting the lingering shit in her mouth over and over.
And in that moment a brilliant light flared from the Control Core—then Elion vanished.
The emergency time-limit safety she had prepared for just such a crisis yanked her back to the nest. She lay on the floor exactly as she had been—filthy, unmoving, not even twitching a finger.
Lowen hurried over and took her wrist. The bracelet that housed the Control Core resonated with his own magic core; a moment later it slipped free and clattered to the floor. Instantly magic surged through her body again. The stitched places burst open under the pressure; her tongue slowly regenerated, and the foul taste still coating her mouth became fully real.
Lowen picked up the fallen bracelet and spoke quietly to the dazed woman lying on the floor.
“Welcome back, Lady Elion.”
Instead of answering, Elion slowly nodded.
She took Lowen’s arm and rose.
After everything she had endured, her body felt strangely light.
With every restraint gone, she felt as clean and new as if she had just been born. That familiar bittersweet rush of freedom carried her straight to the bed; she did not even bother undressing before she threw herself onto it.
The soft sheets wrapped around her, and every last bit of tension drained away at once.
“…I want to sleep.”
“You may rest, Lady Elion.”
Face buried in the mattress, eyes already closed, Elion could not see what expression Lowen wore.