[graheg]

Graheg squeezed fresh water off a rag onto Valerie’s face and wiped it down. Again, beautiful water, wasted, rolling off her cruelly taped face unto her neck then mattress but never into her parched throat. He hummed a lullaby she did not recognise as he wiped her neck then her body, each breast carefully washed. A small part of her hungered for cleanliness but she was still largely disturbed and sickened by the terrible filthy violation she had endured. Her body tensed, twisted and shivered as he began wiping her bruised and bloodied cunt, fingers dug into cloth, dug into torn vagina, soaking up the blood and sperm inside. He slowly wiped the length of her legs, paying attention to her thighs and calves and feet. She cried throughout the process, he said nothing, just kept humming. Such madness.

He tore open the packet of Vanilla flavoured edible panties, sniffing the flimsy g-string dangling between his fingers. “It’s gonna be a real yummy breakfast for me…” he teased. The steps he took next were swift and precise. Releasing her legs one by one, slipping on the tiny delicious panties then handcuffing her feet together. The white vanilla panties two sizes too small, digging into her cunt, petite ass, tight around her waist. snug.

She fought, fought hard to pull away, to kick him but he was brutal, strong, vice like grip.

He cut off the rope around her neck then roughly rolled her on her stomach. Her arms were almost blue from the lack of circulation. Blood dried around her wrist where she kept tugging, her shoulders were painfully pulled back because of all that rope and zip ties. He slapped her perky ass hard, several times,squeezing her butt cheeks, listening to her scream into her gag. “I can;t wait to fuck you in the ass my little slut, but tonight, you’ll get an exciting place to sleep in!” This terrified her, what could it possibly mean?

He got up, dragged her by the hair without mercy and off the mattress, her knees scraping the hard ground. She twisted and turned, let her body go limp but it didn't make her any heavier. He dragged her effortlessly. Oh god, she taught, oh god, that smell…

Even before they reached the door to the toilet, it hit her. That unmistakable stench of piss and feces left out in the open. Then heat. Then the sound of a radiator clunking. She caught a glimpse of the wet, messy floor. Then the toilet seat. Just a split second look and she wanted to faint, to die. He brain refusing to acknowledge what would happen next. Then she saw the black straps riveted to the sides of the seat, hanging down like limp belts. “Guess where your face will be my sweetie!” She gagged.

He pushed her inside the cramped cubicle, kicked her at the back of her knees, she fell hard, hurting. Flies scattered, unwittingly, she saw the horrible mass of un-flushed human waste and urine, piled up inside. And the flies, crawling and eating all over the mess, loose, watery pools all over the sides. Was it puke or diarrhoea? She was turning very sick.
“welcome to your bedroom for the next 12 hours or so! little vee…” Terror and despair choked her. She tried not to breathe but had to, every inhalation made her nauseous. She thought the taste in her mouth and it’s smell was bad, but this was far, far worse. She looked elsewhere, avoiding the terror. She saw smearing on the walls, the plumbing , the radiator, felt the intense heat.

He was laughing, kicking over a bin at the corner, his mass of unwashed underwear spilled out, tumbling into watery shit and piss on the floor. She caught him mopping up the floor with his underwear under foot. “my toilet upstairs is working fine, this one got stuck days ago, I kept using it anyway, especially for you…” she started begging, crying, shaking her head. He grabbed her from behind, right arm right across her neck and repositioned her. There were eyelets and straps along the flooring. He made sure both her legs were between those eyelets. “Don;t you fucking move” he growled, she was on her knees before the terrible toilet. He started strapping her legs together with large zipties, pulling them tight, then he strapped her lower legs down. she was crying uncontrollably, eyes screwed shut. He reached for a long belt like strap attached to the back of the toilet seat near the base. He wound it behind her knees then through the buckle attached on the other side. He pulled it tight and locked it in. She was now secured to the toilet seat. He pushed her shoulder down so that she sat on her haunches. Three more straps were lashed over the top of her legs and belted down, keeping her tight in that position. She was gurgling and half screaming, body shaking with dread. Graheg fished around the messy floor, picked up the most soiled of all his underwear and dangled the white, wet thing in front of her face. It was stated yellow and brown, almost dripping. “You’ve got one balled up in your mouth, you should have one over your head!” She screamed when he flipped his underwear inside out then, crotch to the front, he pulled it over her trashing head. The horrible mixture of piss, shit, sweat, cum, hit her so hard, she retched. Nothing but air. Her eyes were wide with terror and dizziness. She felt the garment plastered to her face, felt the wetness soak into her hair. “Maybe one more hmm?” He pulled a black lacy panties over her head, this time, butt side into her face. It was smaller than the first one so he had to really pull it over and down tight. By the time he was done, it was hard for her to breathe, every breath sucked in the stench of his bodily fluids. To secure both his underwear on her head, he grabbed a roll of tape and mercilessly taped down the garments’ waistbands that was around her neck. The tightness contracted her neck but not enough to choke her. The sour stench made her retch repeatedly. Then without warning, he pushed her head straight into the toilet and slammed down the seat over. The nightmare of having two of his soiled underwear wrapped over her head, and it’s terrible smell distracted her from the worse situation. But now its was full blown. Her face was inches from his collected shit and piss and god knows what else. She fought, jerked her body backwards, to the left and right, desperate to break free, the more she screamed the more air she had to take in and that sickened her terribly.

Her fate was sealed when she felt him strap the seat down hard over her head, her neck pressing against the rim. The stench was overwhelming. It was too much. She vomited air. Heaving, struggling, praying to pass out or die, but none of that was happening. She was sweating profusely now. Sweat stinging her eyes, claustrophobia eating into her. “Gonna turn up the heat a little bit!” She heard him yell. “let the shit cook! HAHAHAHAH” She could hardly move, bound in that haunched position, head in the shit bowl. He wasn’t even done with her bondage. He was pushing rope between her stomach and legs then over her body to tie down her arms to her back. He kept slapping her ass with every wind and knot. The heat was getting unbearable. “Foo! even i can’t stand the smell! I’m getting out of here, to sleep! You sleep well my princess! see you in 12 hours! maybe more!!” She heard the door slam and lock, the sound of the radiator going louder, sweat trickling down her naked body, the tight g-string irritating her ass and cunt, making it itch, and of course, the thick, disturbing stench, like a fog choking her. She struggled frantically but none of the bondage was loosening. Her muscles were already straining, spasming, bent over and kneeling like that, more stomach twisting and retching nothingness from her empty body and soul. She couldn’t tell if the lights had gone out. She became painfully aware of how starved she felt, how weak but also not. She couldn’t believe she was living this nightmare but it was all too visceral to ignore.