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Rosemary, the Toilet Goddess, is as cruel as she is manipulative; you'll do as she asks.
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Chapter #3

She toys with her last capture in his cell.

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The Goddess, remembering she'd just arrested a young toilet for petty theft, decided to have a little fun at the precinct today. This was boy was fresh; unused. She grabbed him quickly from a liquor store before being sent on manhunt with all cars last night. A pretty vicious criminal escaped the prison transport and was on the loose. Some rookie caught him around 6 a.m. A shame really; if the Goddess had caught him, he wouldn't be a problem any more. Instead he'll take up space at the prison; useless.

The young toilet was sleeping on the hard, metal pull-down cot. The Goddess thought about waking him, starting him but she thought it more fun to give him a trial by fire.

She quietly opened his cell, carefully locking it behind her. The Goddess tiptoed to the toilet. He rolled over onto his back and the Goddess froze.

The toilet was still asleep, she walked closer and closer. She quietly removed her officer pants, revealing a tight, high-thigh micro skirt in black latex. She wore no panties; nothing impeded her skin down to her tall, five inch black leather heeled boots.

She squatted down, her massive booty inches from his face.

BRRRRRRRRAMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP!

For ten full seconds the Goddess ripped and Earth-shatteringly loud fart but to the sound the toilet did not stir, even as the Goddess giggled loudly to herself. No, but when the smell hit; the toilet's eyes popped open like a popcorn kernel in heat. Instantly they watered and his throat was dry, his nostrils assaulted by a heavy junk foody fart.

When he was finally able to scream the Goddess quickly flipped her micro-skirt and sat on his face; it going deeply into her crack, his nose pressed awkwardly, painfully against her booty hole.

FRRRRAAAARRRUUUMMMPPPPPP!

The wet fart blasted grossly against his nose and quickly pooled there with no where else to go as the toilet continually breathed in and out in pure shit liquid. He moan-screamed as he drowned in a tiny pond of terribly Goddess sludge. But this was just the start.

The Goddess shifted, the toilet's face a bit more free to move about the cabin that is the Goddess' massive booty. What actually occurred, however, was the sludge that piled upon the toilet's face slowly was able to seep more freely from drowning his nostrils to a more even, terrible coating around his face.

The toilet watched the Goddess' anus terribly, horribly, widely open and rain down upon him a busload of chunky, shitty liquid as the Goddess sighed to herself in euphoria.
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