In a dark place
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,355
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
Don't worry, I'm going to add more. I just can't wait! Oh and, please read to the end, I don't want to give anything away, but just don't judge it by only half finishing it. Thanks!
Edit: OK...I'm going to make this clear as to keep idiots away. A fettish, IS a sexual thing, I find it erotic. I in fact find it very errotic. It says that it's scat right in the description, if you don't like scat, don't read it and don't be a coward and hide behind an annonmous review...yeah, I'm refering to you, the tool who just left a 'you're sick' review. Get over it princess! XP
Now on my my story!
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Chapter 1
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She didn't know long she'd been sitting there. There were no windows on the small cell, she felt as though he life had been over. Leah was sure the date was May 7th, but was no longer sure. She had been at a party, and then, as quickly as she was talking to her friends, she was just as quickly uncncious. Someone must have put something in her drink and took her somewhere.
Mussing with the brown hair she had that was tied back in a simple pony tail, tightening the elastic, sat down in the corner of her little room. It was a short room, only a foot or so above her head, and it was three feet by three feet. Not even enough room to lay down in. It reminded her of the shower she had at home, except there were no faucets and no door. It was just a solid room.
She waited there, in the dimly lit cell, waiting and seeing if anyone would come and get her. She had tried screaming, but since her throat gave out, she resorted to just sitting and waiting. Leah had her knees pulled up to her chest. She had on yellow floral tank top and her pair of dark blue sweat pants which were form fitting, but still relativly loose. Her bra was gone for some reason, so she just chalked it up to the fact that someone might have stolen it.
She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to drift off into a dark, and restless sleep.
Hours later, she awoke with a start. She had a feeling, down below, of something that needed to be released. In fact, two things that needed to be released. She really needed to pee and she also needed to pass a good amount of waste as well.
Another hour passed and she couldn't hold it any longer. She needed to deficate in fear of something on her insides rupturing. Getting a good idea, she kneeled down and leaned forward, a hand placed firmly over her crotch. If she could fart, it would relieve some tension on her insides and bide her a little time. Being very careful about the whole thing, she squeezed her lower portion of her stomach. A small fart escaped flawlessly. Leah gave a sigh, that at least bought her another ten minutes.
Feeling it again after another few minues of waiting in silence, she lened forward again. Once more, tightly squeezing her lower belly muscles, not enough to soil herself, she passed another bit of gas. It had a scent to it that time, which could only mean that the stool on her insides was getting closer and closer to it's destination.
Only a minute passed when she got the same feeling in her gut again. This time, she had to be super careful, she really needed to pee. She clenched, and nothing happened. Giving a sigh, she clenched a little harder, this time, not only did she pass a foul smelling fart, a trickel of pee leaked out and was caught by the front of her panties. Leah could feel it in her fingers, the pee was warm. Luckily for her, it was only a drop.
The pain then suddenly became worse. She lay her hips on their side and rested her shoulder up against the small cell. The gas was getting more frequent and starting to smell really bad. She knew she was going to pass something solid soon.
Leah became worried, these were her favorite pants, she didn't want to pee in them, let alone poop in them. Carefully tightening the right mucles, she began to pass small fart after fart of little blurbs of rancid smelling gas. Again, a trickel of pee leaked from her ontp her panties.
She sat there in pain, the hold on her insides was slowly giving out. She could feel the turd on the inside of her rectum pushing against he anus in a scratchy manner. Leah could no longer take it. If she just soiled herself, she could shake the turd off her panties and be done with it, but she really didn't want to, she had never done such a thing before, she found it to be repulsive.
In one last glimmer of hope, she squeezed her insides and sure enough, no gas was passed, rather it was a log emerging from her behind. It slid through, almost as if it didn't think she knew what was happening. It slid out, caressing her anus with a slick feeling that made her feel every small lump the log had to offer. It came out slowly, she didn't even have to push, it workd of it's own accord. It then met with ristance, her panties. Though they were hidden by her pants, she knew that they were slowly being ruined by this stool that was slowly creeping fomr her body. Leah couldn't believe that she was soiling herself.
Without warning, she bladder gave way and soaked the front of her panties. She was kneeling down with her bar feet beneath her, so the back of her legs became damp. With no other options, Leah embraced the emptying of waste from her body. She pushed with all her might and the pee shot forth on to her panties and down on to her legs. soaking them completly.
The shit, that had tried to be descreate, launcehd itself from her colon and stretched the hell out of her underwear, filling them with smooth, warm fecess. It snaked it's way out and up the crack of her behind. It bubbled with a bout of runny stuff and then, leaked out the side and straight onto her pants.
Leah couldn't believe it, she had not only pissed her pants, but she had shit them too. She felt good. Not that she enjoyed ruining her cloths, but rather the pain from her bladder and colon were now gone. She relaxed and sat in her own mess for a few moments before she got another pain in her bladder. 'It must not have all come out...that's weird.' She gave it a push and sure enough, the rest of her urine escped and cascaded down to the bottom of the cell that she was in. It made her legs feel warm.
Sitting there for another long period of time, wallowing in her own excrement, she realized that she did infact drink at the party, so the feeling welling up in her colon again could only have meant one thing. Diarrhea.
Leah was defeated. Whoever it was who took her to this stange place obviously wanted her to do something like this. She gave in and flexed the right muscles to expel her bowels once again and sure enough, a hot, burning liquid gushed from her anus to her panties. It totally saturated them with foul smelling liquid shit.
She pushed and forced the offending waste from her body. It sputtered as it met with the solid waste in her panties already. I gushed and made an odd squishing sound as it hit the back of her legs and built up.
Giving a sigh of relief, she rested.
"Wake up!" She could hear he friend's voice calling her.
"Verona?" Leah spoke in a hushed tone.
"Leah? get up, you shit yourself!" Verona snapped at her.
With a hazy mind, she sat up and smacked her head off of something. "Ow." She looked up to yell at the unknown innanimate object, but was net with the underside of the stairs.
"I sent everyone in the house already, just come out and we'll hose you off." Verona said, hose in hand.
"What? How did I get out?" She sat up with a squish. Leah looked down, she did shit herself, and how. It was seeping out the sides of her panties and out of her white miniskirt. "Wait, I thought I had my blue pants on."
Verona looked above her deck and then below it again. "Doesn't matter. Come on, they want to come back out here."
Leah, who was still as confused as ever, crawled out from beneath the stairs on all fours, the stool slid down the back of her legs and into the creases of her knees. "Eww..." She stood up and examined her cloths. Her shirt seemed to be ok, but there was no help for her skirt.
"You're lucky there was a break in the song. When it got quiet, I heard some weird farting noises coming from beneath the step. I looked under, and there you were, unconcious and filling your underwear with shit. Not a pretty site." Verona said as she began hosing off her friend.
"Under the step? So I wasn't in a big room with no air holes?" She said in a dazed and confused as hell voice.
Verona stopped and looked at her friend. "What? No...I think that drink you took from Kevin was spiked with something. You probably wandered out here as the drug was taking effect. Lucky you didn't get raped." She continued to spray. "Pull your panties down."
Doing just a she said, Leah pulled her panties down and allowed Verona to clense them. "Thanks Verona." She said relativly sad.
"Don't be upset." She smiled as she rinsed the small pieces of stool away. "At least you're safe."
Leah smiled. "You know what? I think I should get back at Kevin for doing this to me." She grinned.
Verona smiled as well. "Alright. I'll go get you a skirt from my room, and then we can plan something, ok?"
Leah nodded. "Right."
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There you go. Give ol' Scat Bunny a piece of your mind with this one. it's my first original work, so I'd really like some criticizim. Thanks!
~Scat Bunny~
Edit: OK...I'm going to make this clear as to keep idiots away. A fettish, IS a sexual thing, I find it erotic. I in fact find it very errotic. It says that it's scat right in the description, if you don't like scat, don't read it and don't be a coward and hide behind an annonmous review...yeah, I'm refering to you, the tool who just left a 'you're sick' review. Get over it princess! XP
Now on my my story!
Chapter 1
---------------
She didn't know long she'd been sitting there. There were no windows on the small cell, she felt as though he life had been over. Leah was sure the date was May 7th, but was no longer sure. She had been at a party, and then, as quickly as she was talking to her friends, she was just as quickly uncncious. Someone must have put something in her drink and took her somewhere.
Mussing with the brown hair she had that was tied back in a simple pony tail, tightening the elastic, sat down in the corner of her little room. It was a short room, only a foot or so above her head, and it was three feet by three feet. Not even enough room to lay down in. It reminded her of the shower she had at home, except there were no faucets and no door. It was just a solid room.
She waited there, in the dimly lit cell, waiting and seeing if anyone would come and get her. She had tried screaming, but since her throat gave out, she resorted to just sitting and waiting. Leah had her knees pulled up to her chest. She had on yellow floral tank top and her pair of dark blue sweat pants which were form fitting, but still relativly loose. Her bra was gone for some reason, so she just chalked it up to the fact that someone might have stolen it.
She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to drift off into a dark, and restless sleep.
Hours later, she awoke with a start. She had a feeling, down below, of something that needed to be released. In fact, two things that needed to be released. She really needed to pee and she also needed to pass a good amount of waste as well.
Another hour passed and she couldn't hold it any longer. She needed to deficate in fear of something on her insides rupturing. Getting a good idea, she kneeled down and leaned forward, a hand placed firmly over her crotch. If she could fart, it would relieve some tension on her insides and bide her a little time. Being very careful about the whole thing, she squeezed her lower portion of her stomach. A small fart escaped flawlessly. Leah gave a sigh, that at least bought her another ten minutes.
Feeling it again after another few minues of waiting in silence, she lened forward again. Once more, tightly squeezing her lower belly muscles, not enough to soil herself, she passed another bit of gas. It had a scent to it that time, which could only mean that the stool on her insides was getting closer and closer to it's destination.
Only a minute passed when she got the same feeling in her gut again. This time, she had to be super careful, she really needed to pee. She clenched, and nothing happened. Giving a sigh, she clenched a little harder, this time, not only did she pass a foul smelling fart, a trickel of pee leaked out and was caught by the front of her panties. Leah could feel it in her fingers, the pee was warm. Luckily for her, it was only a drop.
The pain then suddenly became worse. She lay her hips on their side and rested her shoulder up against the small cell. The gas was getting more frequent and starting to smell really bad. She knew she was going to pass something solid soon.
Leah became worried, these were her favorite pants, she didn't want to pee in them, let alone poop in them. Carefully tightening the right mucles, she began to pass small fart after fart of little blurbs of rancid smelling gas. Again, a trickel of pee leaked from her ontp her panties.
She sat there in pain, the hold on her insides was slowly giving out. She could feel the turd on the inside of her rectum pushing against he anus in a scratchy manner. Leah could no longer take it. If she just soiled herself, she could shake the turd off her panties and be done with it, but she really didn't want to, she had never done such a thing before, she found it to be repulsive.
In one last glimmer of hope, she squeezed her insides and sure enough, no gas was passed, rather it was a log emerging from her behind. It slid through, almost as if it didn't think she knew what was happening. It slid out, caressing her anus with a slick feeling that made her feel every small lump the log had to offer. It came out slowly, she didn't even have to push, it workd of it's own accord. It then met with ristance, her panties. Though they were hidden by her pants, she knew that they were slowly being ruined by this stool that was slowly creeping fomr her body. Leah couldn't believe that she was soiling herself.
Without warning, she bladder gave way and soaked the front of her panties. She was kneeling down with her bar feet beneath her, so the back of her legs became damp. With no other options, Leah embraced the emptying of waste from her body. She pushed with all her might and the pee shot forth on to her panties and down on to her legs. soaking them completly.
The shit, that had tried to be descreate, launcehd itself from her colon and stretched the hell out of her underwear, filling them with smooth, warm fecess. It snaked it's way out and up the crack of her behind. It bubbled with a bout of runny stuff and then, leaked out the side and straight onto her pants.
Leah couldn't believe it, she had not only pissed her pants, but she had shit them too. She felt good. Not that she enjoyed ruining her cloths, but rather the pain from her bladder and colon were now gone. She relaxed and sat in her own mess for a few moments before she got another pain in her bladder. 'It must not have all come out...that's weird.' She gave it a push and sure enough, the rest of her urine escped and cascaded down to the bottom of the cell that she was in. It made her legs feel warm.
Sitting there for another long period of time, wallowing in her own excrement, she realized that she did infact drink at the party, so the feeling welling up in her colon again could only have meant one thing. Diarrhea.
Leah was defeated. Whoever it was who took her to this stange place obviously wanted her to do something like this. She gave in and flexed the right muscles to expel her bowels once again and sure enough, a hot, burning liquid gushed from her anus to her panties. It totally saturated them with foul smelling liquid shit.
She pushed and forced the offending waste from her body. It sputtered as it met with the solid waste in her panties already. I gushed and made an odd squishing sound as it hit the back of her legs and built up.
Giving a sigh of relief, she rested.
"Wake up!" She could hear he friend's voice calling her.
"Verona?" Leah spoke in a hushed tone.
"Leah? get up, you shit yourself!" Verona snapped at her.
With a hazy mind, she sat up and smacked her head off of something. "Ow." She looked up to yell at the unknown innanimate object, but was net with the underside of the stairs.
"I sent everyone in the house already, just come out and we'll hose you off." Verona said, hose in hand.
"What? How did I get out?" She sat up with a squish. Leah looked down, she did shit herself, and how. It was seeping out the sides of her panties and out of her white miniskirt. "Wait, I thought I had my blue pants on."
Verona looked above her deck and then below it again. "Doesn't matter. Come on, they want to come back out here."
Leah, who was still as confused as ever, crawled out from beneath the stairs on all fours, the stool slid down the back of her legs and into the creases of her knees. "Eww..." She stood up and examined her cloths. Her shirt seemed to be ok, but there was no help for her skirt.
"You're lucky there was a break in the song. When it got quiet, I heard some weird farting noises coming from beneath the step. I looked under, and there you were, unconcious and filling your underwear with shit. Not a pretty site." Verona said as she began hosing off her friend.
"Under the step? So I wasn't in a big room with no air holes?" She said in a dazed and confused as hell voice.
Verona stopped and looked at her friend. "What? No...I think that drink you took from Kevin was spiked with something. You probably wandered out here as the drug was taking effect. Lucky you didn't get raped." She continued to spray. "Pull your panties down."
Doing just a she said, Leah pulled her panties down and allowed Verona to clense them. "Thanks Verona." She said relativly sad.
"Don't be upset." She smiled as she rinsed the small pieces of stool away. "At least you're safe."
Leah smiled. "You know what? I think I should get back at Kevin for doing this to me." She grinned.
Verona smiled as well. "Alright. I'll go get you a skirt from my room, and then we can plan something, ok?"
Leah nodded. "Right."
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There you go. Give ol' Scat Bunny a piece of your mind with this one. it's my first original work, so I'd really like some criticizim. Thanks!
~Scat Bunny~