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Date: 27.10.2009

Keywords: of, Ch., 04, Perils, The, Greggie-Poo,

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*Episode 7: "The Poem"*

"Note: The creature named "Satan" in this story is *not* a dog. He is a Hellhound, a sentient, other-dimensional demonic companion of Mishi's that she met during a mission with Magik in Limbo. He is jet black, his eyes glow red, black smoke billows from his flaring nostrils, he can breathe fire, his tail is forked and he is as strong as a mountain lion."

Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful as he wrote his words of love. He had thought of them last night as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke, the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass was still sore from it; the thought of it made his abused asshole quiver in fear.

He'd had to commit the words he was now writing to memory, for he had been fucked all through the night that night and had been performing toilet duties all morning, ran his errands in the afternoon and had just finished performing for his most recent scat video his Mistress makes of his sessions (and sells them for a tidy sum, by the way!) This was the first time he didn't have a cock in an orifice or shit or piss in his mouth.

Nevertheless, he had to be careful and take his time- all he had to write with was lipstick and his only medium for his opus was the toilet paper that was kept under the sink. The toilet paper, of course, hadn't been used in quite a few weeks now, a fact that he should have been proud of- if, that is, he had been a willing toilet slave and not forced into it by his girlfriend.

Ever since he'd come to visit her here to confront her about their increasingly distant relationship and discovered the true nature of the school, his fate had been sealed.

To his horror, he'd learned that his girlfriend had been systematically instructed and perverted in every manner of sexual deviance known to man. He resolved to stick with his girlfriend, though, he loved her deeply, and was certain he could never live without her. Try as he might, he was unable to convince her to leave. In fact, she wouldn't even touch him.

Jealously, he'd overhear her being savagely fucked by Headmistress Lynne and Coach Luke and the others, hear her go on wantonly about the delectable taste of her classmate Inya's copious shit... Then the one day she finally agreed to allow him to orally service her, Headmistress Lynne returned from vacation and changed everything (see POGP #1).

Since then, he'd become Mishi's complete slave, obeying her every command in the hopes that she might come to realize how much he loves her, how devoted he is to her... that someday she might reciprocate.

Here in the bathroom (his permanent sleeping quarters here at the New Sodom School for Gifted Youngsters), he laid on his stomach on the cold tile floor, his tiny penis shriveling up even more, carefully inscribing his words of devotion and love for his wayward girlfriend. His leash pulled somewhat on his collar; he was at the very end of his range in order to lie comfortably while he wrote.

Behind him, he heard the bathroom door creak open and worried that he would have to finish the poem later, he only had one more stanza to go... but he didn't see anyone. Suddenly, he felt a rough, wet tongue licking at his asshole. He looked down and saw Satan, Mishi's Hallhound familiar, licking him.

Instinctively, he raised up his ass into the air for Satan to get better access to his anus. He knew that if Satan was found humping someone's leg that Mishi would find out and severely punish Greg for not taking care of Satan's needs. Besides, being ass-fucked by a Hellhound (even one with a huge penis that inflated once inside him) was better for him at the moment than someone who'd require his full attention.

So he arched his back and presented his ass for Satan while he continued his poem, he wanted to get it done before he saw Mishi next... he had planned to pick up a rose and some chocolates tomorrow during his errands and surprise her when they were alone... if he could just get her alone for a couple minutes.

No matter how many times he'd had Hellhound cock plunged into his bowels, he never got used to the shock of it- the sheer animalistic nature of the fucking he'd get- and the humiliation of feeling the Hellhound's hot jizz shoot into his guts, the Hellhound's sperm trying to impregnate his intestines... The force of the penetration knocked him off balance a little, but the wayward lipstick left only a small smear on his work of art.

As Satan ground into his ass and panted, viscous Hellhound drool running down his back, Greg struggled to remember the last lines of his masterpiece that he'd been trying to keep in memory the past 24 hours. Through the panting and humping and drooling and thrusting, he managed to recall the last few elusive words and finished the poem just as Satan howled and shot his load of boiling Hellhound spunk deep into him.

He could feel each jet of jism shoot through the Hellhound's penis as it throbbed against his sphincter ... he could feel the hot jets smacking against the insides of his bowels, filling him up with a canine cum enema.

Satan collapsed on top of Greg, exhausted, his swollen penis stuck inside the surrogate bitch. Greg lay there under him, both of them breathing in time. He felt incredibly used, but no more than any of the other days since his enslavement.

Suddenly the door opened again and Wesley walked in. Looking down at the odd couple, Wesley laughed sadistically.

"Come on, you lazy bastard, it's my turn!" Wesley grunted as he lifted Satan off of Greg. With a wet pop, Satan's cock withdrew from Greg's distended anus, leaving a trail of brown-tinged semen.

"Get, ya mutt!" Wesley said as he kicked the Hellhound out. Satan snarled at him briefly then sauntered off to find another bitch.

Wesley turned back to Greg, "Okay, your ass looks pretty loose there, I guess it'll just have to be a blowjob tonight, faggot." he said and held his cock out imperiously.

Greg got to his knees and silently slipped his mouth around the boy's cock. Wesley took no time in grabbing Greg by the back of the head and roughly face-fucking him.

But, after just a few strokes, he felt Wesley's grip loosen and heard him cry out in surprise. Suddenly Wesley fell away from his, his dick abruptly pulled from his mouth. As Greg looked up, spittle running down his chin, he saw Mishi standing there, holding Wesley by the neck with one hand and twisting his arm behind his back with the other.

She wordlessly and relatively effortlessly threw the skinny teenager out of the room and closed the door.

"M-Mishi!" Greg was surprised and remembered too late he was never to speak unless spoken to, that always annoyed Mishi. Mishi was hocking and snorting- she grabbed Greg by the one lock of hair he was allowed to keep and yanked his head back roughly, his mouth forced open, "'lo, Greggie-Poo!" she bent down, opening Greg's mouth and spit a nasty, thick, yellow-green loogie down his throat. He swallowed obediently with a loud gulp.

Mishi watched the slimy snot slide down Greg's gullet and let him go. It was then that she noticed him clutching the toilet paper.

"What the fuck is THAT?!" she demanded. Greg was NEVER allowed to use toilet paper, he was always supposed to get every last morsel of shit using only his tongue.

"N-nothing!" Greg panicked, trying to hide the evidence.

"NOTHING?! What the fuck do you think I am, stupid?!" Mishi shouted, "Is that it? You think you're better than me, you little worm? You think you're smarter than me because you're allegedly a man?! Hunh?"

Greg sat there, hunched in a defensive posture, staring up at his mistress in fear, eyes wide, not knowing what to say to appease her.

"Answer me, you fucking faggot!" She yelled and slapped him hard across the face, "DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?!"

"N-No, Ma'am!" Greg sputtered.

"Good, 'cause I got news for you, technically you don't qualify as a man in my book- bot with that one-inch wart you generously call a dick!" Mishi verbally abused him, "So, tell me again, what the fuck is that."

"I... it's a poem- I - I wrote you a poem..." Greg held it up for her, it wasn't exactly the conditions he intended on giving it to her in, but the power of the words would speak for themselves, he was certain, "... it..."

"Really?" She said cheerily as she snatched it from his hands, "I always like to read while I'm taking a dump."

"A..." Greg uttered dumbfoundedly as Mishi wasted no time squatting over his face, her already quivering asshole right on his lips.

"Yup, this is gonna be a big one, too," Mishi explained, "we just had a huge barbecue this afternoon and I haven't gone to the bathroom all day... ungh..." her asshole popped open to release a wet fart in Greg's face, prompting him to open his mouth in preparation of his duties.

"..eghh..." Greg fought his gag reflex, it was a particularly nasty smelling fart and as much shit as he'd eaten over the last few weeks, he was sure he'd never get used to the taste.

Mishi began to strain, a full day's worth of constipated shit was trying to make it's way out of her ladylike little asshole, "RRRmmmmggghh... ungh..." Greg could see her asshole distending as the shitlog pushed and stretched her skin, distorting her perfect ass, "Ahhhh..."

A huge load dropped directly into Greg's mouth and he pressed his mouth harder against her rapidly dilating shithole. He got straight to the work of chewing and swallowing her load as quickly as he could- Mishi was right, this was looking to be a rather large meal, "Munch gulp gulp - guh, schlurp," Greg made obscene noises as he chewed down her fecal treats, "URP - munsh gulp slurp slurp - mlegh, gulp - urk"

"Let's see... 'Ode to my Mishi, how I love thee, together we will be, just you and me' - UNGH - FFLLFLTTHTHTH!!! unh.." Another huge load of crap exited her asshole.

"Mglrmgmgmrgmglmpfugnlmglerp" Greg gagged a bit as the new firm shit shoves some half-chewed shit down his throat, "GULP ... guhhh"

"Unh.

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Keywords: of, Ch., 04, Perils, The, Greggie-Poo,

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