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	Donna's Dirty Brown Hole "Come over here honey - let's have a look at that sweet ass of yours!" commanded Ed Harris, the night club owner. Mr. Harris had inherited a large chunk of his uncle's estate back in the 70's and turned his fortune into a fast booming go go business. In a matter of six years he had established his territory in the South Jersey area opening a total of nine strip clubs. He was a rich man in every sense of the word feasting off the exploits of desperate women. Coming across as a savior to most adolescent girls or women of broken marriages, he often hired them at an enticing rate of between 15 and 20 dollars per hour. The price - nude dancing in front of drunken men or worse, for the benefit of a young lad's bachelor party. Mr. Harris had a keen eye for women in dire conditions. His evil mind concocted a scheme where he would find out exactly what trouble they were in during the "preliminary" interview. Most came in with children to support while others were addicted to drugs and needed a big salary to support their habit. Such was the case with Donna. The voluptuous woman was in her late 20's and addicted to heroin. Though she was a drug addict, she still had an excellent figure with curvy hips and slender legs. Her strawberry red hair was the most attractive thing about her besides her sexy round bottom. During her preliminary interview, Mr. Harris had ascertained that she was a desperate girl looking for a quick fix. "Oh please Mr. Harris. I'll do anything to dance in your club....I need the money real bad!" whimpered Donna. Mr. Harris couldn't care less about Donna's condition. All he wanted to know was whether or not he could include her in his inner sex ring. Only the most desperate of women had succumbed to this trap. As the interview progressed, Mr. Harris began to get the notion that Donna would become one of his special whores. "Now now.....calm down Donna." said Mr. Harris soothingly as he handed her a tissue. "If you want me to help you baby, you're going to have to tell me everything - is it drugs?" "Yes......I...I..guess so." whimpered Donna. "What kind of drugs honey?" asked Mr. Harris inquisitively. "Heroin." replied Donna. Mr. Harris's cock began to grow in his pants. He knew what this meant. There would be virtually no way that Donna would be able to escape her addiction. Further more, the women that fell into his sex ring trap were deliberately weaned on drugs in order to stimulate their addiction. From there, the women were passed around by several powerful business associates until they were used up like yesterdays garbage. Once the drug addiction took hold of their looks - usually within a period of two or three years - the women within the sex ring became less and less attractive. Conversely, they earned less and less money and soon found themselves performing more and more perverse sex acts just make ends meet with what they had left. Mr. Harris and his clients dubbed them "scabs". These were the women who had hit rock bottom within the sex ring. Unable to get off of drugs (and of course not being encouraged to), they became more and more desperate to do men's bidding. The scabs consisted of women on their last straw. They were often degraded by the very men who treated them with encouraging respect in the beginning of the sex ring process. The women were so drugged out that they no longer cared what they were called or what was being done to them. These were the women who were beyond anal sex and double penetration. They often became human toilets for the exquisite pleasure of perverted men within the group - being used for golden and brown showers on a daily basis. Alas, Donna was at the beginning of this process. Thus it would take some time and training to get her to behave properly - the way all women should. Mr. Harris liked his women submissive, slutty, and compliant. He had millions of dollars to throw away not to mention connections to several drug and prostitute rings throughout the U.S. and Canada. He did his male clients big favors in the form of slutty, drug addicted, compliant women that were shipped to them as if they were gift wrapped like vintage wine. They were all instructed to board his private jet at one time or another and behave and dress properly for his powerful business associates or else. The few women that disobeyed his orders found themselves on the wrong end of a gun barrel. Ed Harris also had many politicians and policemen who were indebted to him. Whenever he was accused of wrong doing - he was released within a matter of hours. All it took was one phone call and that was that. Things came easy to Mr. Harris all his life - and Donna was certainly no exception. He concluded his preliminary interview by telling her that she was under consideration for employment at his new club in Vorhees, but that it would take a little more effort on her part in order to impress him - namely wearing a much more "revealing" outfit and plenty of makeup. High heels were the norm and she was instructed to wear them as well for the second interview. Now, as the second interview was underway, Mr. Harris and two of his fellow pimps were inspecting Donna to see if she was prime sex ring material. She had entered the vast lounge at the rear of the Vorhees men's club wearing shiny red high heals, garter belt with stockings, slutty latex mini skirt, black leather halter top, and lots of make up. She looked like a cheap whore - just the way they wanted her to. "Well look at what we have here...." said Mr. Harris. "Big improvement Donna. I'm certainly impressed so far with your stunning outfit....isn't she pretty gents?" His two business associates nodded their heads in unison. They were dressed in very expensive business attire and smoking cigars. "Donna - this is Jim and Steve." said Mr. Harris as he introduced her to the heavily disguised pimps. "Men, this is Donna....she is a heroin addicted and is willing to do what it takes to get a fix...isn't that right Donna?" Donna felt shocked. She hadn't planned on Mr. Harris conveying her secrets to other people. A look of embarrassment engulfed her face. "It's OK Donna. You can trust these men. They are my closest friends and they will be working with you at the club - showing you how to dance and the like." soothed Mr. Harris in a warm and calculated tone of voice. "Come over here honey - let's have a look at that sweet ass of yours!" commanded Mr. Harris. Donna gingerly stepped forward. She felt awkward in her high heels and it showed in the way she walked. "Turn around for us....we want to see your bottom." continued Ed Harris. "Very nice....she's perfect." said one of the business pimps. Donna bent over exposing her round ass. In doing so her latex mini skirt rose up revealing more of her puffy ass cheeks. They were round, white and shiny. The latex mini skirt rose even higher revealing her inner crotch. "Now Donna....you understand you can trust us. We are here to help you....we have plenty of heroin for you.....how would you like to be paid in heroin instead of cash?" asked one of the pimps. Donna's eyes lit up. She instantly became excited. These men were going to give her the fix of her dreams. Almost instantly she developed a warm feeling for these men. They were so powerful and important. She knew that she would do anything to stay in their good graces. "Yes...I'd love to be paid in drugs.......It's what I need!" said Donna excitedly. The men looked at each other and smiled. This woman would be easy to seduce into their sleazy sex ring. Donna had no idea what she was getting herself into - but within a matter of months, they would see to it that she wouldn't care. They were going to get her so doped up that she would be putty in their hands. They continued staring at her round bottom. "Then you'll do what we tell you won't you Donna." said Mr. Harris. "Oh yes Mr. Harris....I'll do anything you want." replied Donna as she stared at the oak floor - her bottom in full view of the men in charge. "Then spread your bottom apart.....we want to see that cute little hiney hole of yours." commanded Mr. Harris. Donna hesitated for a moment. She felt uncomfortable doing this in front of a man - let alone three. But she also knew that she needed her fix these men seemed trustworthy and probably wouldn't tell anybody about her humiliation. Forgetting that Mr. Harris already broke his word by telling his fellow business men that she was a heroin addict Donna made up her mind. Slowly she spread her pretty bottom apart for the business men. Her smelly brown hole came into view and winked at the men. It was all brown and crinkly - like a little brown target. "That's a good girl Donna.....lick your lips for us....show us how much you want us to stare at your dirty hole." commanded one of the men. Donna looked back at the men and rolled her eyes for them. Her little tongue darted out of her mouth and coated her cherry red lipstick. The lipstick became smeared and Donna began to look even more trashy. The men were already losing what little respect they had for the stupid cunt. "Be a good girl and giggle for us Donna....we like girls that giggle and spread their bottoms for our enjoyment. That's a girl....you're learning what men really like in a whore." said Mr. Harris. "You'd better tone down the degradation Ed - she's not fully hooked on dope yet. We have to ween her still." said one of the pimps. Donna felt relieved that one of the men had came to her rescue in terms of the humiliation she was facing. The fact that she was going to be their whore disturbed her - but she had very little will power left. The heroin addiction was just to strong. "Stand up and push your tits together for us." continued Mr. Harris. Donna did as she was told. She raised her black latex halter top and squeezed her D-cup breasts together for the men. Her pink puffy nipples jutted out like rose buds standing firmly erect. She started giggling for the men and licking her lips. "OK Donna, we've seen enough.....for now. Lower your skirt. We have a more important job for you instead of dancing. We're looking for a girl who could provide.....special services." said Mr. Harris cunningly. "What do you mean?" asked Donna. "Well let's just say that if we are going to pay you in a special way, we want special services from you." said one of the business men. One of the men withdrew a needle. Donna's eyes brightened - there was heroin inside. "Come here Donna. We know it's been a long time for you - hold out your arm and we will make everything better for you." Donna walked up to the pimp with the needle and extended her left arm. She really needed a fix badly. "Now Just hold still like a good girl Donna....we want you to consider this a favor from us." said the pimp with the needle as he injected the heroin into her arm. Donna closed her eyes as she felt her head rush. "I think you know what we want from you Donna." said Mr. Harris soothingly. Donna nodded her head. She knew exactly what the men wanted and was more than eager to give it to them. The men stood up and surrounded her. Mr. Harris opened one of the cabinets in the lounge table and withdrew a black studded collar. As the men circled around Donna, Mr. Harris approached her. "Lift your head Donna....no matter where you go or what you do in our organization, we want you to wear this collar so we know exactly what you are." he said. "That's a good girl Donna. You're being very cooperative." said one of the pimps and he stood behind her and raised her black halter top. Slowly the men began to message and grope her body - kissing and licking her ears and face. Donna felt a hand reach under her latex mini skirt and raise it all the way up - exposing her vagina. She wore no panties. Almost instantly, fat dirty fingers began to probe her little slut hole and squirm around inside. Donna moaned and swayed between the three men - the heroin was definitely going to her head now. They had given her a powerful dose - and she felt completely satisfied. Another finger probed her bottom and inched its way toward her smelly anus. "Ooooooh!" she moaned as she licked her slutty lips. Mr. Harris placed the collar around her neck it was engraved with a serial number. Donna was now just another whore in his evil sex ring. Mr. Harris snickered as he placed a hand under her mini skirt and fondled her round bottom. "We have many plans for you Donna....just hold still and let us have fun with you - if you behave yourself and please our clients like a good little whore, we'll give you all the dope you'll need for the rest of your life.....I promise you won't have to look elsewhere for it.....you're one of ours now." said Mr. Harris as caressed her slutty bottom. The other men removed their trousers and placed them on the floor. They continued kissing and caressing her all over. Donna whimpered and moaned like she was in heaven. She gave a little yelp as she felt a finger enter her anus - then another. Soon their were three fingers stretching her brown hole open. A little gas escaped as Donna farted. Another finger pressed against her clit and began to circle it - bringing her to new heights of pleasure. Mr. Harris placed his other hand firmly against her mouth and pressed his filthy fingers against her lips. Sensing what he wanted, Donna opened her mouth and began sucking tenderly on his fingers. The smell of her fart filled the room with a whorish odor and the men just chuckled and laughed, they were certainly going to have fun with her. One of the pimps stepped up behind her and pressed his cock against her ass. "Bend over Donna.....that's a good girl...spread your hiney for me......oh isn't she adorable Ed?" "She sure is....I'll bet she'll make a nice prostitute for us." replied Mr. Harris. The pimp slid his cock into her anus slowly. Her ass had already been stretched from his three fingers and was receiving the invasion without any resistance. The men held her firmly as she stooped forward with her ass in the air. Now her head was level with Mr. Harris's cock. Slowly he removed his fingers - they were lubricated with Donna's saliva. Then he pressed his cock against her dirty lips. "Open your mouth Donna.....that's a good girl....say ahh!" commanded Mr. Harris as he shoved his fat smelly cock into her waiting mouth. Donna felt full of penis meat. Her ass was being stretched to the limit with the pimp's cock and her mouth was loaded with Mr. Harris's smelly tool. The other pimp continued to jam his fingers into her cunt and wiggle them around - coating them with slutty goo. Mr. Harris grabbed her ears and thrust her head violently onto his massive prick. The stupid whore lapped and slurped away at his penis - savoring all of his filthy juices. Her mouth almost instantly became coated with his hot sticky sperm. It sprayed violently all over the inside of her mouth. Donna felt another load gush all over the inside of her dirty brown poo poo hole. Her head was spinning under the intoxication of the injection and she barely felt the other pimp shove his fist into her gaping cunt. Slowly he wormed his fist all around her slut womb coating it with pussy goop. After he saw Mr. Harris pull out, he withdrew his fist from her vagina and held it up to her nose. "Lick it sweetheart.....that's all you're good for from now on.....doing as you are told!" said the masculine pimp. Donna opened her mouth - letting a pile of sperm ooze out onto her lips and chin. Tentatively she darted her sweet little tongue out and lapped gently at the gooey fist like a cute little animal. Donna felt more sperm leak out of her dirty bottom and onto the oak floor. She looked so adorable lapping away like a little pig with the whorish collar around her neck. She was now a slave to heroin - as well as Mr. Harris's evil sex ring. The next few days passed by quickly for Donna. She was kept highly drugged while she was trained to be compliant, submissive, and deeply appreciative to the men within the sex ring. She kept her collar on at all times and was trained to be very proud of it. Her vagina was shaved so that it looked like a little girl's pee pee hole and she was treated like a queen by Mr. Harris. He took her out to fancy shows and bought her nice things. Little did she know that this was all done to get her to fall in love with him. Once she gave her heart to him - as all the other women in the sex ring had - she would be putty in his hands. All the while she would become more and more addicted to the heroin and care less and less about life - not to mention who she was with or who she made love to. One time early in her enslavement process, she became cross with Mr. Harris and he slapped her across the mouth and threatened her with a belt. Before long, she fell in line with the rules of the sex ring and became more and more obedient and appreciative of men. Her sole purpose was to exist for the complete enjoyment of males. Gradually as the weeks passed, the nights out on the town became less and less frequent with Mr. Harris. Instead of dining with the men at his mansion, she was fed separately with regular silverware. The doses of heroin became smaller and smaller - leading her to become more desperate and compliant. "Walk correctly!" said one of the pimps sternly one evening as she was shuffling into Mr. Harris's lounge in her slutty high heels. Donna quickly corrected herself - swaying her hips and wiggling her ass for him. He sat by himself in one of the expensive leather chairs smoking a cigar and sipping a glass of expensive wine. "Mr. Harris is out for the evening with an important client - one you will be meeting soon. You understand what I expect from you Donna..." said the pimp firmly. "Yes sir....I'll behave. How can I please you?" asked Donna in her sexiest voice. "You can start by sucking my cock while I read the paper sweetie." said the pimp. Donna walked over to him swaying her hips and wiggling her slutty bottom. She was dressed in a pair of black leather boots with high heals and her face was covered with black eye shadow and lots of whorish makeup. Her lips were glossy with red lipstick and she was bathed in cheap perfume - the kind that whores wear on the street. Her high heals clicked on the oak floor as she made her way to the business man and knelt down between his legs. Slowly she unfastened his zipper and pulled out his cock. The man made no sign of appreciation or affection. He placed a powerful hand on her head and guided her face to his smelly crotch. Donna closed her eyes and began to suck and slurp on his thick penis inhaling the sweet aroma of male sweat and urine. Gingerly she bobbed her head up and down for him - sucking away at his smelly shaft. "Good girl Donna.....Mr. Harris will be pleased when he hears what a sweet girl you're becoming." said the business pimp. Donna continued slurping. She moved her mouth up and down on his big cock - teasing the tip with her precious tongue. She moved it around - slithering it up and down his huge pole until it spurted all over her face. The thick globs of semen splashed all over her nose and forehead. Some of it got in her hair. "That's it cunt. Soak your filthy face in my cum juice!" said the pimp. Then without warning, he slapped her across the face hard. Donna cried out in terror but was quickly silenced by another blow - this time by a punch to the head. When she awoke, she was lying on the lounge sofa with the pimp leering down at her. Beside the pimp stood Mr. Harris and another man whom she could not recognize. "Hi there cunt." said Mr. Harris snickering to his fellow business associates. Donna's head still hurt from the blow the pimp had given her. Worse, she hadn't had her fix of heroin for the day. "Wh....Why...did you hit me?" asked Donna in a meek voice. "Shut up you stupid cunt...you'll talk when you are asked to and not before!" growled Mr. Harris. "He hit you because he felt like it...in the future, you will be hit and beaten.....sometimes without warning and without provocation - do you understand?" Donna nodded her head in resignation. She loved Mr. Harris and didn't want to make him angry. She looked up wearily at the pimp who had hit her and smiled as best she could....she didn't want him to hit her again. "Spread you legs Donna. When was the last time you used the potty?" asked the stranger that stood beside Mr. Harris. "I....I can't remember." said Donna in a subdued voice. "That's OK Donna. You can tell us.....we're your caretakers....we promise we won't tell anybody else." Mr. Harris snickered at his own lie. "By the way, this is my new client Gerald Mathews. He just joined our men's club recently. He wants to spend some private time with you in the back room....he likes girls who are very willing and accommodating - don't you Gerald?" "Sure do." Gerald chimed in. "So Donna, when was the last time you made potty?" "I don't know.....I guess it was earlier this afternoon." replied Donna as she spread her legs for the men to see. Her mini skirt rose up revealing her pink puffy twat. Gerald Mathews leaned down and smelled her vagina. "OK Ed. I like what I see from her. The only thing I need on her is some baby powder and a pair of panties....the kind that little girls wear." "Done." said Mr. Harris. "Now Donna....we know you haven't had your fix today...so if you behave yourself and do exactly what Gerald wants, we might consider giving you an extra special dose....he likes dumb girls who forget how to use the potty." Donna couldn't believe her ears....this man was a pervert of the worst sort. She grabbed hold of Mr. Harris's hand. "Oh please Mr. Harris....please don't let him do this to me...I love you." "Shut up!" growled Mr. Harris as he slapped her hard across the face. "You're a hooker - and hooker's smell like toilets.....now hold still while we put baby powder and panties on you." Mr. Harris proceeded to withdraw some baby powder from a bag while the pimp who had previously abused her held her down on the couch. "Lie still stupid slut.....you want that heroin fix don't you? Huh? snarled the pimp. Gerald laughed as he watched the woman calm down and lie still for Mr. Harris. He watched intently as Mr. Harris applied baby powder to her crotch and anal area while the other pimp went into the other room to get a pair of panties for her. When he came back out he brought a pair of pretty yellow panties with daisies on them. Mr. Harris held Donna's legs up while the pimp yanked off her mini skirt and slid the panties up her whorish thighs. Finally they released her. "Come with me Donna." said Gerald in a gentle comforting tone of voice. Donna followed him into one of Mr. Harris's private bedrooms. She was relieved by his tone of voice. He seemed gentle and kind. The room was brightly lit with beautiful paintings by some of the finest artists ever to grace history. In the center of the room was a beautiful king size bed with satin sheets and soft fluffy pillows. A mini bar was built at the far end of the room and Donna was amazed at the collection of wine bottles that protruded out of the wine racks. Mr. Mathews closed the solid oak door behind them and led her to the center of the room next to the bed. "Now Donna.....I want you to behave like a little girl around the age of six or seven....do you understand?" asked the well dressed man. "Yes....I think so." whimpered Donna. "Oh....what pretty little panties you are wearing sweetheart...does my little girl like her pretty little panties?" asked Gerald in a fatherly tone. Donna fell in line with the role playing game rather quickly - despite her foggy brain which was shrinking by the day due to the constant heroin doses. "Yes daddy....I like my pretty little panties....they feel so warm and snug around my little bottom (hee hee)" said Donna in a little girl's voice. "That's a good girl Donna....but daddy likes his little girl to do something very special inside her panties....does my little girl like making special presents for daddy?" asked Gerald - his cock twitching in his dress slacks. "Oh yes daddy....I know exactly what you like...my pretty little panties are too yellow....they need to be brown!" cooed Donna. "That's my little sweetums....now lie down on this beautiful bed while I hold your legs up like a little piggy....then we'll see if my little girl is sincere about pleasing her daddy." said Mr. Mathews as he pushed her onto the bed and onto her back. "Suck your thumb for me Donna....that's it you stupid drug addict.....fucking groupie whore!" snarled Gerald as his tone became much more harsh. He held her legs up in the air exposing her yellow underpants. Donna sucked her thumb and grunted. Gerald stared at her pretty little panties as he began to observe a tiny brown bulge forming at the base of her hiney. Within moments, the bulge grew bigger as Donna's BM oozed into her panties and mashed against her ass. Pffffffffffffffff.......pffffft! The sound of dirty poo entering Donna's panties was unmistakable. The slutty whore grunted and sucked her thumb as Gerald began smearing the BM around her crotch. "That's my baby girl.......what a cute little whore you are! You'll do anything for dope won't you Donna?" Donna giggled her reply and wiggled her smelly bottom for him. She smelled awful and worse yet, Mr. Mathews began peeling her panties down - exposing her messy bottom! "Hold still Donna....I want to take some pictures of you." said Mr. Mathews as he withdrew a small camera from his coat. Within moments he had Donna posing in all kinds of degrading positions as he snapped picture after picture of the slutty red head. He had her hold her legs up and spread her bottom with both hands. Next he had her scoop some of her poo poo up in her finger and place it near her lips. "Smile Donna.....we want to see you enjoying the smell of your dirty poo!" chuckled Gerald as he continued snapping pictures. "That's it....that's what we want to see....you enjoy making potty for men don't you Donna?" Donna continued smiling and giggling for Mr. Mathews. She held her BM up to her nose and sniffed it. The horrid stench of her shit made her sick and she felt like she was going to puke. But she didn't dare let on how unpleasant it was. She wanted her fix and would do whatever it took to get it. "Stick your dirty finger in your mouth whore!" said Gerald firmly. "No....no please I can't..." pleaded Donna. Instantly she was greeted with a slap across her face. Gerald hit her six more times violently until she coward backward away from him. "Come here you cunt!!!" he swore at her as he grabbed her by the leg and dragged her back. "Now put that stupid finger in your mouth and slurp your poo!" growled Gerald. Donna whimpered as she pressed her smelly index finger to her mouth. It was streaked with filthy brown mush and it stank like a messy diaper. "Put it in your mouth or I'll call Mr. Harris in here and we'll hold you down and beat you with a leather strap.....I'm warning you Donna....you're not behaving properly." Donna hesitated at first, but slowly she pushed her finger into her slutty mouth. She closed her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "It's OK Donna.....soon, with the proper training and medication you'll begin to like it." said Gerald. Donna inserted the entire finger into her mouth. Almost instantly her mouth was engulfed with the filthy taste of bitter poo! Her tongue sloshed all around it and became coated with the brown mess. "Stick your tongue out Donna.....I want to inspect it to see if it is brown enough." said Gerald. Donna pushed her tongue out - it was smeared with dirty poo. Her breath smelled like BM. Gerald Mathews stared at her filthy bottom. Her yellow underpants were caked with poo poo in the very center. Her slutty bottom was smeared with BM with whore odors protruding from it. "Well well....it seems my little girl has had an accident in her undies!" scolded Gerald. "We're just going to treat you like a potty - since that's what you are. START GIGGLING YOU STUPID BIMBO!" commanded Gerald. Donna began to giggle again as Gerald removed his cock from his trousers and aimed it at her dirty crotch. "Hold still Donna....no one will know about this accept you and me." he lied. Suddenly a stream of warm urine shot out of Gerald's cock and onto Donna's dirty cunt. The hot yellow liquid splashed against her filthy twat causing some of her poop to fall on the bed. Gerald lowered his aim and sprayed her anus with it. The warm piss splashed against her brown hole and leaked onto the bed. Donna felt horrible and humiliated, but her need for heroin was growing stronger by the minute. Her will was no longer her own. She was now a complete whore. "Hold you legs up cunt!" commanded Gerald. "You're nothing but a toilet - spread those legs so I can pee all over your belly." Donna giggled and spread her legs wide open allowing Gerald to pee all over her body. The smell of urine and slutty poop covered Donna from face to toe as she was bathed in her first golden shower. The satin sheets were now covered with the filthy mess and Donna wiggled around helplessly like a baby while Gerald peed all over her. "Lick my peter....cunt!" commanded Gerald. Donna leaned forward and began lapping earnestly at his cock - becoming engrossed with the smell of urine. She couldn't wait for her drug fix. Gerald leaned forward and groaned - his cock was about to explode. This was definitely the whore of his dreams and he would give a very generous donation to the sex ring. Within moments he felt a sudden surge of semen erupt from his shaft. He gripped her head and pushed it away from his cock so that he could aim it at her face. SQUIRT........SQUIRT........SQZZZZZZT! The cum splashed all over Donna's face and forehead. There was an extra large amount of it and her face quickly became covered with white goo. "Lick your lips for me Donna....show me what a slut you are!" commanded Gerald. Donna licked her lips graciously for him. She wanted her heroin fix so bad that she could no longer taste the poop in her mouth - or smell the filthy urine that was all over her body. Her face felt sticky like Elmer's glue. "What a filthy whore...." snickered Gerald. "Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. The other men want to have a turn with you I'm sure." Donna pulled up her dirty panties....they clung to her crotch like a filthy diaper. She quickly made her way to the bathroom at the far side of the bedroom and closed the door. Immediately it was kicked open by Gerald. "Never....never....shut the door....whores like you are not entitled to privacy! Shall I hit you again?" shouted Gerald as he shook his menacing fist at her. "N...no....please don't hit me....I'll be a good little whore I promise....I'm really stupid - I need to be taught." pleaded Donna in the best little girl voice she could muster under the circumstances. She was really becoming desperate for her fix now and she had begun to sweat - partly with fear, but also because of the desire for the drug. She quickly showered and changed in front of Gerald with the door open. The only thing she was wearing was the evening gown that Gerald had given her. It was a pink - see through mini slip that revealed most of her sweet round bottom. "Come with me Donna.....you're a special little whore....and good things happen to women who behave themselves and please us." said Gerald as he led her out of the bedroom and into the main hallway. From there they entered the main lounge. It was now almost 1:00 am in the morning and most of Mr. Harris's acquaintances had gone home for the evening. The pimp was still there however chatting with Mr. Harris while a young girl licked their shoes. She appeared to be around 19 years old and her hair was done up in pretty little pig-tails. She graciously slurped at Mr. Harris's shoe and occasionally looked up at him for approval. The pimp got down on his hands and knees and hiked up her mini dress. He pressed his nose against her tender little bottom and smelled the sweet aroma of teeny poo protruding out of her tiny brown anus. "Keep slurping deary....you're doing just fine for a little 18 year old drugged cunt." chirped Mr. Harris as the young girl continued licking his shoe. Gerald stepped forward with Donna by the hand. "She's been a good cunt Mr. Harris....I should look forward to many more evenings with her." stated Gerald Mathews. "Excellent my good friend....shall we reward her for her behavior tonight?" "Oh yes....she's been a good girl haven't you Donna?" asked Gerald. Donna nodded her head. She looked tired. Mr. Harris motioned for one of one of his servants to bring the needle. Donna held out her arm while Mr. Harris readied the injection. Gerald wrapped his arms around her from behind and began kissing and nibbling at her ear. "Smile for us Donna....we're going to make you feel all better in a few seconds - just hold still." said Mr. Harris with an evil grin. Slowly he pushed the menacing needle into her arm - injecting the slave substance known as heroin into her vain. Donna began to relax as she leaned back against Gerald's arms smiling contently. He continued mashing his tongue against her cheek. "That's a good little potty whore......giggle.....that's it you stupid cunt!" Mr. Harris finished the injection and motioned for the young girl to stop licking his shoe. The pimp was still sniffing her bottom. "Donna....this is Mandy. She's 18 years old and I think she has to make potties." said the pimp as he removed his nose from the teen girl's anus. "Lie on the floor Donna....we've been good to you....now it's your turn to be good to us." said Mr. Harris. Donna lay down on the floor and stared at the ceiling obediently. Mr. Harris muttered some instructions to the young girl as he drew her attention away from his shoe. It looked sparkling clean as if it had been p lished by a professional. Mandy rose to her feet and squatted over Donna's face. Donna watched in horror as the young girl's anus began to push outward and spread open. He smelly teen brownie was less than inches from her face. A little brown log appeared and plopped onto Donna's face then another - then another! The teenie bopper was pooping all over Donna's face. "Wipe your stupid hiney all over her Mandy - don't worry, you'll get your turn to be used as a piece of toilet paper soon enough." said Mr. Harris. Mandy rubbed her bottom back and forth on Donna's face - covering it with little girlie poo. Donna couldn't see anything. Her face was covered in a pile of mud. Mandy finished wiping and rose to her feet. She smiled at Mr. Harris and stuck her sweet little index finger in her hot little mouth. "That's a good slut Mandy....it's time for your special fix now." said Mr. Harris. Mandy's hiney was all covered in brown mush and it smelled! She giggled and stepped forward while the pimp spread her tushy and took pictures of her little potty mess. Mr. Harris withdrew a few tablets from a medicine bottle. The drug he was giving her was much different than heroin. It was designed to lower her IQ significantly. Mandy was on her fifth week of treatment. She had been kidnapped from her college dorm and beaten severely until she relented and swallowed the first of many pills designed to make her stupid and submissive. Now she barely knew her name and responded only to simple commands - ones that she was taught not to forget. As for Donna, she was well on her way to whoredom. Within weeks she became the perfect human toilet. She was routinely fucked up the ass and pissed on as well as degraded. She and Mandy took turns shitting on each other for the pleasure of Mr. Harris and many of his friends. The two girls were perfect whores when it came to perverted bachelor parties. It wouldn't be long before the two girls would become spent and lose their looks. That was fine with Mr. Harris and company. There were plenty of new bimbos coming in daily to dance at his go go clubs. Some were less desperate than others. They were the fortunate ones who were permitted to dance in the nude for the measly some of 15 dollars per hour starting salary. The other - less fortunate ones, wound up in the tangled web of Mr. Harris's sex ring. When the girls were used up and no longer attractive, they were placed in a cab, sedated with drugs, and thrown into a deserted ally to be raped by dirty bums. Occasionally, Mr. Harris's dirty laundry found it's way to the local police station. The cops would investigate only to find an envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills waiting in their mail boxes along with an invitation to visit Mr. Harris's special club - free of charge.