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{ASS} Tahila's Revenge {Not An e-Mouse} ((MF cons rom) (M/M F/M nc 
tort viol oral anal BD SM ws scat vomit snuff fanfic caution)) 

This is a sequel to the story "Tahila's Rape," which was written by 
Cellinis.  The original story was about a happy young couple, and how 
two upperclassmen at their college raped Tahila and forced her 
boyfriend to watch.  

I suggest that you read the original first, or my story won't make 
any sense to you.

Rather than re-post the original and violate the author's copyright, 
I have provided some various links to where the original story is 
maintained by the original author.  

At the time of writing this sequel, the original story can be found 
at these links (Caution!  Some of these sites advocate rape): 

  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cellinis/rape/tahila.htm

  http://perceus.taboosexsite.com/forcedwitness/tahila-pics.htm

However, the Internet being what it is, I cannot guarantee that these 
links will still work months, weeks, or even days from now.  Unless 
something drastic happens, the original story can probably be found 
by doing a Google search on the title "Tahila's Rape" and/or author 
"Cellinis."

Now Tahila and Julian get their revenge:

    ###

    Julian and Tahila clung together in the shower for two hours 
straight, letting the warm water wash the filth off of them.  They 
went to bed immediately after and cried together through the night.  
Being a Russian immigrant, Tahila didn't trust the police and didn't 
want Julian to call them.  

    As difficult as it may seem, people do recover from horrific 
experiences.  Julian and Tahila returned to class the following 
Monday, claiming illness for the days they were absent.

    John was one of Julian's most trusted friends at school.  John 
was also a member of various "unusual" clubs at school.  One such 
club was the Dungeons and Dragons club, where members got together to 
play medieval role playing games involving exploring deep underground 
dungeons, searching for treasure and magical spells, while fighting 
orcs, goblins, fire-breathing dragons, and other monsters, into the 
wee hours of the morning.  Another was the Society for Creative 
Anachronism, where they would dress up in authentic metal armor and 
compete in realistic jousts with padded maces and battle axes to rule 
the various kingdoms that the United States was secretly divided 
into.  Yet another was the Dungeon Society, which no one talked much 
about.

    It was the Dungeon Society that provided the means for Julian and 
Tahila's revenge.  Julian and Tahila came as John's guests to a 
"munch" hosted by the Dungeon Society the following Saturday evening.  
The "munch" was a party where the regulars dressed up in leather 
fetish gear and engaged in various sexual activities involving 
extreme humiliation and the giving and receiving of pain.  Learning 
what a "toilet slave" was turned out to be shocking--and exactly what 
Julian and Tahila needed to know.  Best of all, many members were 
anonymous and asked few, if any, questions about each others' reasons 
for being there.

    That night, Julian and Tahila came home with a set of plans for a 
piece of furniture that looked like a combination camping toilet and 
medieval torture device.  Tahila purchased a book on something called 
"Kegel Exercises" that promised fireworks in the bedroom.

    Growing up poor, Julian had become skillful with tools at a young 
age.  As most people know, houses require constant repairs, and 
skills with tools are essential to keep the repairmen's bills away.

    A month later, after several trips to their local _Home Depot_ 
for lumber, cabinet hardware, and plumbing goods, Julian and Tahila 
had built a pair of the contraptions in the spare room of their 
soundproof apartment. 

    In the meantime, Julian had been keeping track of Mark and 
Stanley's activities from a safe distance.  He knew their class 
schedule, their hangouts Friday and Saturday nights, and their 
general day-to-day pattern.  Therefore, it wasn't hard to sneak up 
behind Mark one Friday night as he staggered out of some bar at 2 AM 
arm-in-arm with an equally drunken woman.  Wearing ski masks, Julian 
and Tahila waited crouched down by Mark's car out in the far end of 
the parking lot.  As the two drunkards approached, a blast of pepper 
gas to each of them sent them gasping.  A rag saturated with 
chloroform finished the job.  The girl, they carried off the parking 
lot and sat her up against a tree.  She would regain consciousness in 
about a ten to 15 minutes.  Mark, they carried to the back of their 
old station wagon, dumped his body into s coffin-sized wooden box, 
shackled his wrists and ankles together, put a ball-gag in his mouth, 
and closed the lid. 

    Mark was beginning to stir after Julian and Tahila carried his 
box into their apartment and opened it in their spare room.  Another 
chloroform-soaked rag put him back under long enough to strip him 
naked and place him in one of the contraptions.

    Mark's body was raised about 6 inches above the floor on the 
device that was about 6 feet long and 2 feet wide.  His head was 
completely enclosed inside a box that was closed snugly around his 
neck.  The box was hinged horizontally, with the lower half lined 
with a plastic liner with a small drain under the back of Mark's head 
into a small Tupperware dub in a slot under the device.  Two padlocks 
on two hasps on one side of the box, and about six sturdy hinges on 
the other side ensured that the head box was not going to open 
without the keys to the padlocks.  Mark's face was facing the ceiling 
and was framed flush in the hole of a toilet seat mounted on the top 
of the box.  At the other end, Mark's ankles were locked in a heavy 
wooden stockade that was also closed and locked by two heavy padlocks 
on heavy hasps.  In the middle, a pair of genuine police handcuffs 
purchased at an Army-Navy store shackled Mark's wrists to the 
platform.  And for good measure, a pair of heavy leather shackles 
held his elbows in place, and about ten heavy leather belts held his 
torso and legs immobile.  The finishing touch was a 45-degree PVC 
drainpipe slid over his cock with a longer pipe slid between his legs 
though a 6-inch diameter hole under his ass into a second small 
Tupperware tub slid into a slot inside the apparatus to collect his 
waste. 

    Emptying the tubs would be a messy daily chore, but Mark need 
never be disconnected from the apparatus. 

    Mark gradually regained consciousness over the next half-hour.  
Julian and Tahila were standing there looking down from above him 
when he sputtered.  

    "What are you bastards doing?" he yelled.  Mark straggled and 
struggled and struggled, but never moved more thing his fingers and 
toes.  "Let me out of here you fucking bastards!"

    "Shut up!" Tahila yelled and spat onto his face.  Being strapped 
down helpless, one stream of her spit dribbled into his eye, while 
another dripped down the side of his face.

    "You fucking bitch!" he yelled.  "I'm going to fuck your mouth 
till you die bitch!"

    "I don't think so," Tahila answered calmly, took Julian's hand 
and left the room, shutting off the light.  They went into their 
bedroom and celebrated the first half of their mission complete.  But 
only the capture of Stanley would make things right again between 
them.

    During the two months that Julian was building the two devices, 
Tahila had been reading that book and performing Kegel exercises 
religiously for several hours a day, every day, to restore the 
tightness in her vagina lost to the two rapists.  To Julian's 
delight, after two months of working her pussy muscles, she was able 
to lift Julian's 20-pound bowling ball in a sling merely by grasping 
onto the cord by her pussy muscles. 

    Their lovemaking began with Julian getting Tahila wet.  He 
crawled between her legs and massaged her genitals with his mouth.  
She oohed and aahed a few times before she succumbed to his talented 
tongue.  Tahila grabbed the back of Julian's head while she rocked 
with every flick of his tongue over her engorged clit.  Julian 
hungrily lapped up every drop of pussy juice that she poured onto his 
tongue.

    Satisfied, she gently pushed her lover onto his back and licked 
the pre cum that had started to ooze out of the top of his cock.  
"Oh!  Make me come, baby!" he moaned.

    When she sensed that he was about to explode, she swung her leg 
over his hips and impaled herself onto his cock.  She clamped down on 
his cock like a vice with her newly developed pussy muscles and 
milked the cum from his cock as he laid there still.

    "Holy girl!" Julian gasped.  "You are even tighter than 
before..."

    "Yeah!" she grinned and squeezed so tightly that Julian grimaced 
in pain.

    After Tahila had sucked ever drop of cum out of Julian that she 
could with her newfound vagina strength, she stood and said, "I'll be 
right back, love."

    She put on a bathrobe and walked into the spare room where Mark 
was still locked, strapped, and shackled into the toilet-slave chair.

    "You better be here to let me out of this fucking thing, bitch!" 
he yelled.

    She backed up and sat on Mark's face.  She grinned when she saw 
the look on his face just before her cum-soaked crotch made contact 
with his mouth.  He had closed his mouth at the sight, so she lifted 
up and pinched his nose.  When he opened his mouth to breathe, she 
sat back down and let Julian's cum drip into his mouth.  She squeezed 
her pussy muscles, forcing every drop out of her vagina into Mark's 
mouth.

    Then she just sat there for several minutes, savoring the 
knowledge that the reluctant faggot had no choice but to swallow her 
lover's hot seed.

    She had also been waiting for another opportunity to arise, which 
had just done so.  Feeling pressure in her bladder, she relaxed her 
pelvic muscles and took in a breath.  A moment later, her pee was 
gushing out her pussy into Mark's mouth.  

    "You swallow it," she said.  "Or I'm not getting off."

    She remained seated until he had swallowed all her piss that she 
had peed into his mouth.  When she stood, he immediately moaned and 
puked up all over his own face.

    "Oh, you bastard," she said.  "I'll have to send Julian in now to 
rinse your puke off you."

    She returned to join her lover in bed and told him what had 
happened.  "C'mon, you have to rinse his puke off his face," she 
giggled.

    Tahila led Julian back into the spare room where Mark's face was 
still drenched in his own puke.  

    "So what do you want me to do, love?" he asked Tahila.

    "You know," she whispered.  "Don't you have to pee?  Just rinse 
his puke away."

    "I can't pee on him," Julian whispered.  "I'm not gay, love."

    "But you don't have to do anything gay," Tahila said.  "Just 
stand over him like a guy pees.  You don't have to touch him at all."

    "Hmmm, yeah," Julian said.  "You're right.  I can do it if I 
don't have to touch him."

    Julian, still naked, stepped up to the toilet, like a guy does 
and pointed his dick into the center of the bowl containing Mark's 
face.

    "Oh God!  No!" Mark gasped.  "Please!  I'm not gay!  Please 
don't!" he begged.

    "Keep begging me, you bastard!" Julian screamed at him as Tahila 
held his hand.

    "Please!" Mark cried.  "I'm begging!  Don't pee on my face!  I'm 
got gay!  Please!"

    It took a few moments for Julian to relax enough, but a stream of 
hot pee emerged from Julian's penis to splash against Mark's face, 
rinsing most of the puke off his face and down the drain under his 
head. 

    Julian and Tahila returned to bed and completed their lovemaking, 
then drifted off to the best sleep they had since before the rape.

    The next night, Julian and Tahila set out after their second 
victim.  The procedure was much the same.  A little pepper spray and 
a chloroform-soaked rag helped put Stanley into that box in the back 
of their station wagon behind some bar late Saturday night.  A little 
later, Stanley was securely locked into the second toilet-slave chair 
next to Mark.  

Julian and Tahila agreed that, in order to be fair, they would assign 
one rapist to each of them, then swap every week.  That first week, 
Mark would be Tahila's toilet, while Stanley would be Julian's 
toilet.  Then the following week, Stanley would be Tahila's toilet, 
while Mark would be Julian's toilet.

    Tahila was a little nervous the first time she had to take a 
shit.  Shitting into someone's mouth was so extremely disgusting--
even if it was one of the men who raped her and forced Julian to 
watch the horror.  She pinched Mark's nose to force him to open his 
mouth, then sat with her sphincter over his open jaw.  She had to 
strain to push that first lump of shit out and into his mouth.  Then 
the strangest feeling overcame her, "Oh my word!" she gasped.  
"Shitting into someone's mouth and making them swallow my filth!  
That is such a rush!"  She continued to fill his mouth with her shit 
without once lifting up to let him take a breath.  By the time she 
shit the last lump of shit into Mark's mouth, her shit was oozing out 
his nose.  And when she finished and stood, Mark puked it up almost 
immediately.  This required that Julian rinse Mark's face off the 
next time he peed.  Despite that, her legs were quivering at how 
carnal the experience had been to do that to someone--to use 
someone's mouth as a toilet.

    Julian, however, wouldn't use Stanley to shit at first.  "I feel 
like a faggot sitting on a guy's face," he told Tahila.

    "But what about football players when they tackle each other.  
There's a huge pile of guys on top of one another.  Tell me that 
isn't gay!"

    "But that's just a sport!" Julian insisted.

    "And this is just using a toilet!" Tahila countered.

    "Yeah!" Julian said.  "You're right, as always, love!"

    The next time Julian had to take a dump, he just repeated 
silently to himself, "I'm just using a toilet.  I'm just using a 
toilet.  I'm just using a toilet..."

    Stanley, of course, puked up Julian's shit, so Julian had to 
stand and rinse Stanley's face off by peeing.

    Julian and Tahila giggled at the news one night.  A pair of 
college students were reported missing and kidnapped.  That girl that 
Mark was with stood before a farm of microphones explaining how two 
masked thugs jumped out fo the bushes and sprayed them with pepper 
spray, then left her for dead.  She said how she was terrified that 
she was about to be raped, and was shocked to discover that they took 
the guy that she had just picked up instead of her.  The news report 
continued to report that Mark and Stanley, the two missing college 
students, matched police artist sketches of a pair of suspected chain 
rapists.  None of the rape victims who have come forward are 
suspected in the kidnappings, and no suspects have yet been 
identified by the police.

    By the end of the week, Mark had become able to hold Tahila's 
shit down without puking. She said to Julian, "I guess he knows that 
if he pukes it up, you'll have to rise his puke away.  Swallowing a 
woman's shit mustn't be as bad as being peed on by a guy."  Though 
Stanley still puked occasionally after Julian took a shit.

    But when Julian and Tahila switched toilets, Mark had to be 
retrained.  Mark had become accustomed to being used by Tahila, and 
was now being used by Julian.  So while Mark had become able to keep 
Tahila's shit down, he puked it up when Julian took a shit.

    After a couple more weeks, Mark and Stanley had learned to keep 
Tahila and Julian's shit down without puking.  As the loving couple 
were washing their dinner plates together one evening, Tahila said, 
"I think it's about time for the next level of punishment?"

    "Oh?" Julian gasped.  "You mean?"

    "Yes!" she giggled.  "Snip-snip!"

    "Okay, sure," Julian shrugged.  "How do you want to do it?"

    Tahila picked two steak knives out of a drawer and handed one to 
Julian.  "You do one and I'll do the other, love."

    "Sure!" Julian said again.

    "But I got dibs on the one with the big cock!" She said with a 
giggle 

    In the spare room, Tahila stood over Mark, fondling the shiny 
steak knife.

    "What are you going to do with that?" Mark whimpered.

    In response, Tahila spat on Mark's face and then stepped 
alongside the bench and knelt in the middle.  Putting on a pair of 
rubber gloves, she lifted the PVC drainpipe off Mark's 12-inch cock 
and lowered the knife to the base, pressing it firmly to his crotch.

    "Hey!" Mark screamed.  "No!  Please!  I beg you!  No!  Please!  
Not my cock!  I'll do anything you ask!  I'll eat your shit!  I'll 
lick his cum out of your pussy!  Out of your ass!  Anything!  Just 
please don't do this to me!"  

    Tahila drew the knife across the base of Mark's huge 12-incher in 
four slow hand motions, deliberately trying to make it as painful as 
she could for as long as possible.  The knife had sliced through 
Mark's thick cock after the fourth slice, and his severed cock 
dropped through that hole into the Tupperware tub under his ass.  
Mark screamed so loudly that Tahila wondered if the soundproof 
apartment would contain it.  Blood started gushing out the ulcer that 
remained in Mark's crotch.  She then poured some rubbing alcohol 
directly onto the open wound.  Mark was already screaming so loudly 
that he couldn't scream any louder.  Without hesitating, she pressed 
the knife to the base of his ball sack, and, again, in a few quick 
hand motions, had completely castrated him.  She poured some more 
rubbing alcohol onto both wounds, then sat and watched as Julian did 
his part.

    Julian had just sat next to Stanley while he watched his love 
torture their tormentors.  Julian felt a little squeamish about 
cutting off another guy's cock.  It just seemed like such an 
unthinkable thing to do to a guy.  Then the memories of the rape than 
night flooded his mind, and he snapped the rubber gloves on.

    Mark was lying in his toilet-slave chair bawling like a baby 
while Julian put the knife to Stanley's smaller, but still large, 8-
inch cock.

    "C'mon, man!" Stanley cried.  "Don't do this to another guy!  
Please!  I'm begging you!"

    Julian closed his ears to Stanley's whimpering and did his duty 
while Tahila watched.  Pressing his knife to Stanley's crotch, he 
severed Stanley's cock in one quick motion.  While Stanley surely 
deserved it, it wasn't something a guy enjoyed doing to another.  
Like Tahila did with Mark, Julian poured some rubbing alcohol onto 
Stanley's wound.  Then he sliced his balls off, and poured more 
rubbing alcohol onto the wounds.

    Julian and Tahila dumped the bloody contents of the two 
Tupperware tubs into the real toilet and flushed them away forever.  
Then the two lovers left Mark and Stanley crying like little babies 
while they showered and went to bed.  

    Their lovemaking was so hot that night that they were both afraid 
they might set off the smoke detectors.  

    "Julian," she said.  "How'd you like to fuck me in the ass?"

    "You sure, love?" Julian said, seeming to be surprised.

    "I'm sure.  I'd been fucked in the ass by a rapist.  I can't 
stand that I did something with someone that I never did with you.  
So I want you to fucked me in the ass!"

    "Okay..." Julian said with a grin.

    "Besides," she continued, "Mark did offer to suck your cum out of 
my ass!"

    "So he did!" Julian giggled.

    So, while Tahila lay on her stomach, Julian rimmed her and got 
her sphincter good and wet, then he climbed up and, ever so gently, 
impaled her anus.  

    "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she gasped as he slowly slid his cock deeper into 
her rectum.

    "Am I hurting you, love?  I'll pull out!"

    "No!  It feels good to do it with someone who does it gently!  
Keep going!" 

    After a moment, his cock was all the way up her anus, and she 
began to milk him with her anal sphincter.  "Oh, God!  That feels so 
good!" Julian squealed.

    A moment later, he was filling her bowels with his hot spunk.

    After she had drained him and he pulled out, she said, "I'll be 
right back, love.  Mark has a promise to keep."

    Tahila returned to the two toiler slaves.  Both were still 
wailing like babies, but Tahila sat in Mark's face without pause and 
shit Julian's cum into his mouth.

    As the weeks went by, Julian and Tahila's lovemaking continued to 
get better and hotter.  They had both become willing, even eager, to 
do kinky things that neither of them would have dared suggest to the 
other before.  While Julian and Tahila aren't even aware of it, the 
rape had electrified their sex lives, and their love for each other, 
as strong as it was, had grown even stronger.   

    Their four years of college continued to challenge and reward 
them.  They stayed in that same apartment after completing their 
undergraduate degrees, earned their Masters' and their Doctorates.  
Tahila applied for some government funding and started a rape crisis 
center.  Julian got a job as a network administrator at the corporate 
headquarters of LotsaTech about a half-hour commute away.  Then they 
got married in a wonderfully romantic ceremony and threw the most 
lavish party for all their friends that they could afford.

    Several years later, Mark died of kidney failure, and Stanley 
died of liver failure soon after.  It was a mess chopping their 
bodies up with a hacksaw and discarding the remains in a Dumpster 
behind the college cafeteria late at night, but the two rapists soon 
became but a memory.  

    But that was not the end of their kinky exploits.  Julian and 
Tahila became full-time members of the Dungeon Club, and often went 
to munches and other events where other members sometimes offered 
themselves as toilet slaves, whom Julian and Tahila never hesitated 
to use.  

    * END *

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