It still haunts me

Part 13: The second day at Madame Adele's

I was planning to be at Madame Adele's villa at 9.00 a.m. to have enough
time to prepare her incredible breakfast, so I set the alarm at 8.30 a.m.
and went into a deep sleep.

Nine o'clock a.m. the next day saw me turning the key into Madame Adele's
place. I went directly into the kitchen and had everything ready by 9.50. I
double-checked again on the items of her breakfast. Madame Adele's wrath
was the last thing I, or anyone else, should wish. After all she destroyed
a whole family: taking a man's life in her python-like inescapable calves,
bringing his brother to serve as a human horse and just recently having
their father serving as a human toilet for life.

The breakfast was too much for one tray, so I had served on two. I took
them both and entered into Madame Adele's bedroom. She was in deep slumber.
Josh was also sleeping facedown at the bedside so his back would serve as a
mat for Madame Adele's feet when she decides to get off from her bed. I
laid down the two trays. It was 9.57 a.m. I knelt at the foot of the bed to
provide my tongue services to Madame Adele's toes and toenails as
instructed.

My tongue traveled vehemently in between the toes of both feet until she
started to move in the bed. She opened her eyes to find me doing exactly as
she had ordered the previous night. "Hi, Alex. Is my breakfast ready,
dear?" she asked. "Of course, Madame. Everything is neatly prepared as you
have instructed me. Should I serve it now?"

"Yes, please. I wake up so hungry I could eat a camel," she said, rising
from her pillow and resting her back at the top of the bed. She was wearing
hot blue bras and panties. She snapped her fingers to me to serve the
breakfast and I brought her the two trays, hoping I had not forgotten a
thing. She laid one tray beside her and started with the first one.

"Hey, Alex. Did you forget? Nestle your nose where it belongs, baby. Crawl
under the tray," she ordered. I crept from under the tray in between her
wide-open thighs and nestled my nose to face her ass hole and just waited
for her farts. Madame Adele was so generous beyond belief about her farts.
She gave me a lot of them while munching her meal.

"Alex, you love my farts, baby? I think you are so proud when I give you
the opportunity to take my special fine scent, or do you think otherwise?"
she asked. I did not stop my fart-sniffing job until she ordered me to
stand up and answer her.

"Madame Adele. Your farts are the most honorable thing I receive from you.
Of course I find your farts a really fine scent that I wish I could
discover some way of making a special perfume for me made of your ultra-
precious odor from your ultra-precious bottom," I answered.

"Oh. Alex! You are saying poetry about my farts. You are one good boy
servant who knows exactly how to please a fine lady like myself. Come,
baby. Continue with what you were doing," she ordered. I crawled back to
her ass hole and began to sniff farts, which she was lavishly giving each
few minutes. I have mentioned before that I have already lost the sense of
smelling due to the unbelievable amount of farts that really impaired one
of my five senses at so early an age.

She took nearly 45 minutes to finish off the whole menu of her unbelievable
breakfast, and all the while she was giving a countless number of farts to
my nose dipped in that dark cave called ass. My nose was nearly inside her
panty-covered ass hole. When she finished, she signaled me to stop
sniffing. She ordered me to kneel at the foot of the bed, which I did. "You
are a good devoted fart-sniffing machine. I have not smelt a thing of all
that I have given. I don't know what I am going to do without you when you
return to Nelly. I guess I will have to train that shit lying here [meaning
Josh]. Now, go to the bathroom, Alex, and wait for me there. I am coming in
minutes."

I stood to leave while she was getting ready to get off the bed. She sat at
the bedside and rested her legs on Josh's mat-like back. She stomped her
feet on the poor fellow's back to wake him up. She would never walk around
the house as long as there is a pony available. "Wake up, butthead! You got
yourself a very good night's sleep. I haven't got all day," she said. Josh
rose to his feet in seconds and immediately went on his knees, lowering his
head so humbly at Madame Adele's feet. "Take me to the bathroom. I haven't
given anyone of you his meal yet. Come on, your daddy's mouth is waiting
for my shit."

He went on all fours to give Madame Adele a comfortable position to ride
him easily. Mounting, she signaled him to rise but still his back was bent.
She signaled to move and ordered his hands to function as stirrups for her
feet. She was resting her broad buttocks on the middle of his back and
catching at his hair with both hands.

She entered the bathroom and found me kneeling a meter away at the right
end of the toilet bowl. As soon as I ran to the bathroom, I sneaked a
glance at the inside of the bowl and saw the face of Josh's father lying
there with expressions of bitter agony clear on his all-wounded face. No
wonder his face has reached such a wretched condition. Madame Adele's
toenails were so strong. They were in fact daggers disguised as nails. I am
sure about this from my experience tonguing her toenails that I was so
cautious during licking rituals lest one of those sharp pointed knives
scratch or even cut my tongue.

"So. Everybody is waiting for their meals now? I've got classy food and
beverage for you here," she said, patting her own stomach three times with
the palm of her right hand. Josh lowered himself down as ordered so that
she would dismount.

"Go kneel beside Alex, Josh. Your father has a priority today. It's his
first acquaintance with my waste. Don't worry, guys. I have plenty here. I
am not going to give daddy all that I have got inside me. I'll make sure
nothing of my precious meal to daddy is going anywhere but his mouth. Of
course I will seek the help of that large funnel there," she said.

I looked at the funnel. It was the biggest I have ever seen. It was white
stainless steel one with a wide tube whose end hole was a bit wider than
the open mouth of Josh's father.

"See guys? I just bought this a few days ago to use on my own before I even
knew any of you. I am crazy about funnels. This one is stainless steel so
that shit would slide down smoothly. Your daddy is so fortunate, Josh. This
way he is going to guarantee nothing of his meal would be wasted away. His
life now depends on my feces and urine. After all he has to survive and
this is the only way for him now to do this. He doesn't have much choices,
does he?"

She went in the bowl's direction. "Hi, daddy. Look at your face. It's
awful. You have cuts and bruises all over. Well, you need to have it washed
since you can not do it yourself." She hemmed and released a big spit that
traveled all the way form her mouth to land on the man's face. She then
flushed the toilet and water submerged his face, which was saturated in
flush-tank water. The water went down. The water level in the bowl was a
bit below his chin.

She then forced the wide tube into his open mouth and bended her knees to
position her ass one centimeter over the funnel. She made an immense
spluttering sound and started dispatching her brown cargo into the funnel
and then on into the old man's mouth. "That's enough a meal for you today,
toilet man. I have to share this fairly among the three of you. There are
others waiting for their meals, but I'll give you something to drink," she
said, looking down on his face. She adjusted her pee hole over the funnel
and sent a flood of golden nectar into it.

She took off the funnel and put it away. Heading towards Josh, she ordered
him to stretch both hands under her ass. She bent her knees and let down a
thick solid lump of shit that totally filled Josh's hands. He was ordered
to eat it all and leave no trace in his palms. In two minutes, Josh
finished it off and swallowed his meal and started licking his palms and
fingers clean until they sparkled.

"Oh dear little Alex. I saved a very good meal for your tiny body. You are
still young, kid. You need a lot of nourishment. Lie on your back, sweetie,
and open your mouth wide," she ordered me in the sweetest of tones.

She squatted over my face and told me to move my mouth directly under her
shit hole. I did as ordered and she began to send down all the content of
her bowels into my mouth. Her shit was so fat. She gave it to me in short
units to give me a chance to chew and enjoy it. In the mean time, she could
not control her pee and the yellow streams flowed over my eyes and even
entered into my nostrils. I chocked a bit but closed my lips, being so
careful to avoid getting a particle of shit out of my mouth, which could
annoy Madame Adele.

"Oh. That was so comfortable. I have three mouths ready any time to help me
get rid of all the waste inside me. Sorry Alex, but I have no more water in
my bladder to give you your favorite beverage, but it's OK. Get up and get
me two big bottles of water from the fridge. I wouldn't deny you a thing
you crave for, especially after all your services to me," she commanded me.
I ran and returned to the bathroom with a couple of bottles of water in
both hands and gave them to Madame Adele, who was sitting on the back Josh
positioning himself on all fours to serve as a small sofa for her.

I knelt before her feet while she gulped the two bottles into her bladder
and then ordered me to rest my hands on the floor behind my back and look
up at the ceiling. It was easy for me, knowing about this position before
during the party at Mistress Nelly's.

She inserted her piss hole into my mouth. "My bladder is so full again for
you, Alex. Swallow quickly dear. You have no time to taste my delicious
nectar, I tell you," she said. It was really a flood that I kept swallowing
for four minutes until the yellow warm liquid reduced to little drops.

She got off my face and stood in the middle of the bathroom putting on her
blue panties. "Since you all got your meals, I think you should show
heartfelt gratitude for your lady-in-command here. Come kneel before my
standing stature and kiss my feet," she commanded firmly.

I and Josh hurried to her and knelt before her feet. Josh bent to kiss her
left foot while I kissed her right. She signaled us to stop and moved to
the toilet bowl. "Hey daddy, since you are unable to express your
appreciation, I will help you express it," she said, placing her right foot
into the bowl over daddy's mouth and he obediently kissed her soles a
hundred times. She took her foot away and signaled Josh to bend down for
her to ride. "Take me up to my room. Follow me, Alex," she ordered.

She lied on the bed with both of us servants licking the toes of each of
her feet. She seemed to be so comfortable and enjoying herself. "Alex,
since you are the feet expert here [Josh of course the pony expert. I think
Madame Adele preferred specialization!], what do you think about changing
my toenail polish. I got bored of red.," she said. I told her that I would
paint her white and she seemed to like it. "Go get the nail polish remover
and white nail polish and make a good job of it, boy," she ordered. "Josh,
in the meantime you may fill in for Alex on his fart-sniffing duties. Creep
in there and insert your nose into my ass hole," she told Josh, taking off
her panties.

Josh and I did as we were told: he dipping his nostrils into Madame Adele's
ass hole to rid her of the awful smell she is lavishly sending into his
lungs and I removing the red nail polish from her knife-like toenails to
paint her white and placing pieces of cotton between each two toes to avoid
any errors on my part.

In 15 minutes, the white polish was shining on her toenails, perfectly
going along with her dark skin. I blew air at the nail polish to make it
dry there quickly so that I could resume the toe-licking services. She
praised my "devoted" work and spread and wriggled her toes in front of my
face, so happy with her toes' new look.

Josh was so preoccupied with his new task. Apparently, Madame Adele was
starting to train him to undertake other tasks so that when I return to
Mistress Nelly he would provide her the services she wishes. Her farts were
loud and probably she took off her panties to give a better chance to Josh
to dip his sniffing device deeper into the shit hole and so she would make
sure all the farts go directly into his lungs and would not go anywhere
else.

"Enough! You two massage my calves. Josh, take the left one, and you Alex,
the right. Just focus on the calves," she ordered. We started working. I
felt her strong right calf.

"How ironical! One man was killed by those calves and his brother is just
massaging them and is eager to please me. Express how you admire my calves,
Josh. Say something good about them just like sweet little Alex said some
about my farts," Madame Adele ordered Josh.

Obviously she has been so cruel with Josh. May be she wanted to break and
tame him and perhaps she thought the only way to tame this huge muscled man
is to go so tough with him to take away any thoughts of rebellion from his
mind. The man, however, seemed to me so tamed and broken. He completely
showed no will to defend his own father, and he even helped her captivating
him like a fly falling into a deadly spider's cobweb. Josh seemed to have
surrendered to his fate. He can't escape with the cast-iron shackles around
his ankles and besides he was afraid that any failure in some planned
escape could result in his death as Madame Adele pledged earlier to him.

"Madame Adele. Your pair of calves are the strongest I have ever seen that
I believe my brother was most honored to breathe his last between them. In
his grave he must now be grateful to your sweet calves that sent him to his
final rest. I, of course, would be most honored to get such a happy death,
but for the urge inside me to stay alive so that I may serve you well and
please you, my Queen," Josh said with true sentimental feelings that left
no place for doubt about his intentions.

"Oh. I now have a pair of good poets heaping praise on my farts and calves.
What a delightful life I am leading!" she said.