Jamie is taken Part 4

of their faces either and indeed the only uncovered part of any of the

house slaves that he saw, was their open mouths and on occasion a

glimpse of buttock when the brutal plugs were retracted. The house

slaves lived as silent and faceless rubberized ghosts endlessly used and

abused and never acknowledged.

Jamie counted ten of them in all, their numbers ranging from 42 to 67.

There was no indication of what had happened to the missing numbers but

Jamie could easily guess. Pictures of Master strangling rubberized

slaves, holding his cock down their throats until they stopped twitching

or simply fucking them to death flashed before his inner eye.

The house slaves did all the domestic work around the house and one of

their functions was being a toilet and toilet paper. For one week at a

time a house slave would be shoved down a transparent plastic tube, have

his head tilted upwards and a funnel inserted into his mouth. For a full

week he would then function as the communal toilet, servicing both

Master and all of his men, eating only shit and drinking only urine.

After a week he would be shifted to another tube, this time with his

head sticking out and his mouth left ungagged so that he could lick the

asses of the ones who had just used the toilet clean. After a week of

this he would then be shifted back to less disgusting duties and a new

one would take his place.

When it was Jamie's turn to function as a toilet he nearly cracked, but

already his conditioning was nearly unbreakable. He docilely accepted

his assignment and after a few minutes he was locked inside a plastic

tube completely unable to move. He looked straight up through the clear,

glass funnel that was the toilet and which was locked into his throat.

Eating shit was easily the most disgusting and degrading thing he had

ever done. He had been reduced to an object; forced into a painfully

cramped position where his mouth was constantly filled with shit. Master