It still haunts me

Part 15: The trip to the Shredder's mansion

The three of us were inside the powerful vehicle going about the city to
reach the highway and then on to a northward trip that would take about
three hours. I was sitting in a squatting position and she placed her feet
on my two legs. "Start massaging my calves, Alex," she ordered and took a
cigarette nervously and lit it. I have not seen her smoking before. Perhaps
she was so angry and considering some plans of death and destruction in her
own mind. I was really scared and tried to avoid being an extra burden on
her wracked nerves, so I just concentrated on the immense pain of calves in
front of me.

While I was massaging Madame Adele's death-delivering weapons she calls
calves, I reflected for a while on how I got into all this in the first
place. I felt so humiliated. I had a life and it was a good one. My mother
was caring for me. I used to go to the club from time to time and play
football and swim with my friends.

Now I am a servant for some merciless ladies, preparing their breakfasts
[remembering how I used to be served breakfast by mom], inhaling their
farts, which impaired my sense of smelling, sucking their toes, eating
their shit, drinking their urine, forced to show gratitude for this, and
witnessing a murder of a harmless plumber whose larynx was crushed under
the foot of Madame Adele, and it all began with just an innocent crush on a
sexy lady's legs. I just wondered what else I am going to witness and see.

I woke up from my reveries with orders from Madame Adele to take off her
flip-flops to make her feel more comfortable. I continued with the calves.

The car was air-conditioned. Madame Adele felt so lazy to stretch her arm
to use the ash-tray. "Keep your mouth open and point it upward, Alex. I
need to drop ashes from my cigarette," she ordered and I obeyed. I kept my
mouth open for the ashes from her cigarette. When she finished her
cigarette, she ordered Josh to stick out his tongue to snuff out the
cigarette butt. He did as ordered without a second's hesitation. He was in
agony, I bet. He then swallowed it. "May be he does not want to be a burden
on her nerves, too," I thought to myself.

Two hours have passed when Madame Adele ordered Josh to stop at a
McDonald's on the highway. "Gosh! I am so hungry. You are going to get
McDonald's both of you today. Go get me five Big Macs, two big French fries
and three big Cole Slaws," she told me and gave me 30 bucks. May be she
avoided telling Josh to go because he could not enter the shop with his
shackled legs. While I was walking towards McDonald's, I thought why she
did not ask me or Josh about what we should eat. May be she decided for us
that we would like Big Macs. Perhaps she wanted three for herself, one for
me and another for Josh.

I ran back to the car to avoid keeping her waiting. She opened the door,
received the package and ordered me back where I was.

Night was almost descending. We were parking in clear spot away from any
eyes. No one would notice me in my position at Madame Adele's feet. Passers-
by would see a man in the driver's seat and a woman beside him and they
could think they were lovers, but no one would have the slightest idea of
what was happening here or the nature of relationship between Madame Adele
and Josh.

Josh and I sat silently in our places while Madame Adele kept eating a Big
Mac after the other with no intention of giving us any. "Could she shit in
our mouths here? But how?" I asked myself.

She finished the meal. Actually, in my past life I used to live, I could
not breathe after eating one Big Mac, and she is here finishing off five,
in addition to a huge amount of Cole Slaw and fries. This lady is abnormal.
There is something mighty about her.

She signaled Josh to drive on. We moved back to the highway and Josh was
going at a high speed when instructed by Madame Adele not to exceed 100.

She signaled me to come closer to rid her of the excessive gas in her
intestines. "Damn! This Cole Slaw gives me a lot of gas here, but what can
I do? I like it so much. Anyway, since I have somebody to help me with the
gas problem, then I guess I'll have no problem." I moved closer to her ass
hole and routinely dipped my nose in there and she started giving me a
countless number of farts that sounded like someone giving the Bronx cheer.
The odor was horrible though my smelling was damaged, but I inhaled all of
them until she said "enough!"

"Of course you are wondering about the Big Macs I promised you and thinking
I can not give you your meals here the way I used to give you in my house,
but don't worry, my dear servants, I had bought two big stainless steel
funnels and I placed one here in the car for any emergencies like this,"
she said, ordering me to open the big glove compartment behind my back and
get her the funnel. She took off her tight stretch shorts in the meantime.

She took the funnel and placed its wide top under her ass and moved inches
forward to install its end into my mouth. "Dear servants, I would never
forget on this trip to feed you well. Did you think I am that reckless
inconsiderate person?"

Shit flowed like hell from that funnel. I gulped huge lumps of these brown
devils. She was pushing shit hard with ooohs and aaaahs. Suddenly she
stopped and ordered Josh to stop driving and park at the side of the road.
"Don't you want your meal, Joshy boy. I know you are hungry. Come here in
Alex's place. Alex, sit at the wheel and drive on. Come on the two of you,
quickly. I don't have all day. I've got several people to kill," she
ordered.

In a moment, Josh and I switched places. He sat at the feet of our owner,
who was still resting her buttocks at the top of the funnel. She ordered
Josh to insert the funnel's end deep into his mouth. As soon as he did, I
heard those Bronx cheers again, but this time it was not my mouth receiving
the content of her bowels. It was Josh's. She kept pushing lumps of shit
and ooohed and aaaahed again as if she was giving birth. In fact, the size
of her shit was nearly the size of newly-born babies, or that was what I
thought.

She emptied all that she has eaten into our digestive systems, and she
finally felt comfortable. Madame Adele then ordered me to stop and switch
places again with Josh. I sat back at her legs and Josh went on with the
driving, still chewing Madame's shit as if it were candy.

Madame Adele did not move the funnel away. She grabbed my hair and placed
the end again into my mouth. "Time for refreshments, babies. My bladder
will explode. I promise I'll piss like a horse into your mouth, Alex dear,"
she said, sending pee in a gush as if a water pipe was broken. I swallowed
and swallowed and no way a drop was going outside my mouth. The end of the
funnel was already hitting my palate.

She stopped and moved the funnel away. "Now the funnel is clean from
inside. Put it back in the compartment, Alex. You will find a large one-
liter glass, hand it to me," she commanded. She took it and placed it under
her pee hole and nearly filled it and handed it to Josh. "Your
refreshments, Josh. Drink it in one go. It's still warm," she addressed
him. He took the pee-filled glass and took it in one big gulp with eyes
still on the road. "Ah-ah-ah-ahh. There are still few drops, Joshy. I want
to place it dry in the compartment," she told him.

He took the glass again and swallowed it all until there were no drops
coming from the upside down glass hanging over his open mouth. She took the
glass and told me to place it back in the compartment, which I did.

She ordered me to massage her calves again and snap her toes gently.

"We're almost reaching the mansion, Madame. There is a guard sitting inside
a sentry box directly at the gate from within," Josh said.