Yvette by Karen

Yvette had just received a brochure from Denmark, a brochure depicting and describing almost every conceivable act between two women. This brochure had come from the most notorious lesbian brothel in all of Europe! After reading and looking at the brochure for two days, Yvette packed a bag and drew her meager savings out of the bank and purchased a ticket to Copenhagen. She was going to see whoever ran this brothel, if she could work there. If she was unable to work there, at least she would be able to employ these girls that worked there.

Within a few hours, she was flying to Copenhagen. Yvette went through customs and soon had asked directions to this infamous lesbian brothel and the cab driver quickly escorted her there. Once there, Yvette steeled herself before opening the door. Asking directions of the door woman, Yvette was soon seated before the madam who ran the establishment.

"Hello, I am Madam Helga. What may I do for you?"

Yvette blushed, "I'd like to work for you!" Madam Helga didn't bat an eye, "We don't get many American ladies here. American ladies think sex is something only done at night behind closed doors, most of the time with lights out. I have several openings for girls, but none for an American girl."

"Madam Helga, I speak four different languages, I was raised in France. When I was 14, my family moved to the states," Yvette outlined her history.

"How old are you now, my dear?" Helga asked.

"Twenty-three."

"And you're French? Not American?" It seemed as if Helga's interest picked up.

"I am French by birth," Yvette noticed Madam Helga's interest picking up. "I was born in Amiens. I've known about your establishment ever since I was a little girl, my mother used to come here. There is very little about this business that I don't know and love doing. I will do ANYTHING!"

The Madam raised an eyebrow, "Anything? That says a whole lot!"

"Anything!" Yvette restated.

Madam locked her desk drawer and stood up, "Perhaps I should take you around the rooms and let you see just what goes on here. Then you may leave which I'm sure you will after you see what the girls are doing.

Yvette stood to allow the Madam to pass.

Madam led Yvette upstairs, past a couple of big female guards, and into a room lined with black windows. "I use these windows to check on my customers from time to time as well as check on my girls. These are one-way windows so I can see into the room without the customers knowing I'm watching." She flipped a switch which lighted up the adjoining room. In this room, there was a 17 or 18 year old girl bound spread-eagle to a heavy cross beam, and she was being strapped heavily. She had welts on her ass, down the back of her legs, across her titties and down her stomach to her front thighs. At a glance, it would appear that this girl was one solid welt. The lady doing the strapping began striking the girl with upward blows, landing them on the girl's spread pussy, which made her twist and jump with each blow.

"Are you willing to undergo this? I have several lady customers that love to strap a young girl," Madam asked with a faint smile.

"I have felt this several times," Yvette's eyes glued to the scene.

Madam Helga switched the window off. "Here's something you've probably never experienced," and she flipped a switch on the adjoining wall and a room was instantly visible. A young girl was submitting to a variety of weights hung on her pussy lips, hanging down and stretching her pussy lips out at least four inches! The woman who had hung the weighs on the girl's pussy lips was now lashing the young girl's breasts with a cane. Yvette knew how much a cane hurt, she had felt this several times; it hurt worse than any kind of whipping or spanking. As the lady swung the cane at the young girl's tits, it made the weights swing back and forth, cutting deeper and deeper into the thin membrane of the girl's pussy lips. There were tears in her eyes, but she had no choice but to remain still as a gag had been pushed into her mouth. There was no sound, this girl would have to endure this vicious caning.

"You like this?" Madam watched the caning.

"That poor girl. I would willingly go into that room and take her place," Yvette said.

"You might just have to do that, in time, if you work for me," Madam switched her window off. But tell me, what really turns you on? Something you haven't seen yet?"

Yvette blushed furiously.

"Oh!" Madam Helga grinned, "the way you're blushing, I'd guess you are into something very nasty!"

Still blushing, Yvette nodded her head.

"Are you a toilet-mouth?" Madam Helga knew good and well what the answer would be.

Yvette dropped to her knees and hugged Madam Helga's legs and gazed up into her face, "Yes, Madam Helga, I am a toilet mouth. A real human toilet. Please let me work for you and arrange for ladies to come in and use my mouth!"

"To tell you the truth, I could use another toilet girl. I have several ladies that like to use toilet girls. But before I agree to hire you, perhaps we should go upstairs, that's where all my toilet girls work. Then you may decide against working here. Some of the ladies get pretty gross with the girls."

"I can take it Madam, I love verbal degradation!" Yvette urged the Madam.

"Come along then and I'll show you things you've never seen before," and the two of them ascended another stairway into another black-windowed room. "Here you will see some of my dirtiest girls at work. At the present, there are two different rooms that have this going on as we speak. Would you like to see these rooms?"

"Oh yes, Madam Helga, very much!" Yvette bubbled.

Madam Helga flipped on a switch and instantly a room came into view. At first glance, it might appear that a young girl, no more than 16 was eating another woman's pussy. Her face was buried between the woman's legs at the moment, but she soon raised her head to reveal a mouthful of filthy shit.

"This lady likes for a young girl to shit in her cunt and then eat it back out. Have you ever done that?" Madam Helga asked.

"No!" Yvette was watching the young girl chewing up the shit.

"You're really going to get a surprise now." Madam Helga flipped the switch off and reached for another. Instantly another room came into view and it showed two women and a very young girl. "That girl is only ten. Her name is Sonia and the woman on her left is her mother, Francine. Francine gave birth to that girl when she was only fourteen. To pay for this girl's upkeep, she had to take a job here. Recently, Francine brought her little girl here to work as she works, as a toilet-mouth. Strange, isn't it? But then again, we European woman have a very different attitude about sex. We Europeans accept sex far more openly than the girls and women of the United States. Therefore, you will see a lot of variations of human sexuality."

Yvette was watching the mother and daughter chew up the big turd. Lying facing each other on their stomachs, slowly they devoured the brown fruit.

"Does this make you hot? Look at that other woman. She's rubbing her clit like it was steel!" Helga laughed and switched off the switch.

"Yes Madam Helga, that makes me hot. Please let me work for you," Yvette begged.

"You mean as my personal toilet? Or for other ladies as well?" Helga smiled as she brushed Yvette's cheek.

"I would be your personal toilet if you like, but I'm afraid you couldn't produce enough for me!"

"Just how much would you want?" Madam Helga questioned

"I would like for you to arrange a session of TEN women for me, at one time!" Yvette blanched.

"There's no way you could eat that much! You see, Yvette, ladies that come in for that service often save it up for four or five days! It might be very difficult for these ladies to save up that much, but they really get their money's worth!"

"Four or five days?" Yvette turned red.

"Yes bitch, four or five days! I think you should start with just one lady first. Then if you want more of that nasty stuff, I'll arrange it. By the way, are you a good fister? Have you taken a fist?" Madam Helga turned her rump to Yvette.

"You?" Yvette couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"That will be your last test. To see if you're a good fister. But before we go back down to my office, let me show you another room." Madam Helga flipped on another switch and in this room was a big woman, at least 5'10" and weighing close to 200 pounds. She was fisting a girl who could have not been over 12 years of age. She had her hand and arm buried in this girl's ass almost to her elbow!

"That poor girl! She must be in terrible pain!" Yvette gasped.

"That girl is Danelle, and she loves to be fisted in the ass! Here, let me turn up the volume so you can hear." Helga turned a knob.

"Oh yesssss!" Danelle could be heard saying. "Pound my ass!"

"Little bitch! I've already pounded your ass for thirty minutes! It's time I pulled my hand out and made you clean up all the mess on my arm!"

"Ooooh, just a little longer!" Danelle could be heard saying.

"After you've cleaned my hand and arm up, maybe, just maybe I'll shove it back in!"

"Thank you Mistress, thank you!"

The heavy-set woman withdrew her hand, scraping along the slippery bowel walls and withdrew a handful of slimy shit which she held up to the girl. "Eat it, little cunt. I like to see a girl eat her own shit!"

Madam Helga flipped the switch off. "Ready for your last test?"

"Madam... I've never fisted a woman in the ass," Yvette said. "Does this mean I don't get the job?"

"We'll see," Helga turned and walked out the door. "I'll teach you all about it."

"Thank you Madam," Yvette mumbled.

Once back in Madam Helga's office, Yvette was greeted by the sight of this beautiful woman undressing before her very eyes. While previously she had paid little attention to the woman's figure, now she was all eyes.

"Take your clothes off too," Madam Helga smiled warmly. "Does my body excite you?"

"Oh yes, very much! You are a lovely woman," Yvette began discarding her own clothing.

Madam Helga knelt on a hassock, "First you must show me what kind of ass-licker you are. Get down on your knees and start licking my bathroom hole!"

With a moan, Yvette dropped to her knees and sunk her face between the moons of Madam Helga's ass and drove her tongue into that warm, puckered hole.

Yvette licked at Madam's Helga's asshole for several minutes when the door opened and another elegantly dressed woman came in. "I see you're getting your asshole worshipped. Is she doing a good job?"

"Yes, she's doing beautifully, Mrs. Gjork. She just came to me, wanting to work for me. Introduce yourself to Mrs. Gjork, Yvette."

Blushing like a school girl, Yvette drew her face from out between Helga's ass cheeks, but managed to say 'Hi' in a very soft tone.

"Look at her blushing. How wonderful. Your girls have all become immune to us ladies and our desires," Mrs. Gjork brushed Yvette's cheek with a gloved hand.

"She's blushing because of her desire... she wants to be one of my toilet girls!" Madam Helga spoke up as she wiggled her ass in Yvette's face. "But before I hire her, I was getting a sample of her tongue and then teach her how to fist a woman."

"You've never fisted a woman?" Mrs. Gjork asked Yvette. "Knowing Madam, I know she wants to teach you how to fist a woman's ass. Right Helga? Yvette, fisting a woman is like taking hold of her heart. You will feel every little pulse in her bowels as it wraps around your hand and arm."

"Sonia and Francine are busy right now, Mrs. Gjork. Would you like one of my other girls?" Madam Helga asked.

"Do you mind if I use Yvette here? It thrills me to see a girl blush the way she is blushing," Mrs. Gjork asked.

"I don't think so, at least for the time. I'll let you have Danelle for half price, if you like," Helga offered.

"Well, all right Helga, but I would have loved browning Yvette's mouth real good. And watching her eat it all. I haven't shit for three days now. I'm walking sideways it feels like so much!"

Madam Helga laughed, "Oh all right, you can use my newest addition, Yvette. Are you ready to start your new job?"

"You mean I'm hired?" Yvette asked excitedly.

"Yes, you're hired. You two go on up to room number #6. Now get out of here and let me dress. I'll come up later to watch her," Helga waved the two away.

Mrs. Gjork took Yvette's hand and they walked off together. When they entered room #6, she asked, "Have you ever eaten a woman's shit?"

"Yes Mrs. Gjork, several times!" Yvette could not stop blushing.

Mrs. Gjork began undressing. "Several times? Do you enjoy that rotten taste?"

Yvette hid her face in her hands..."Yes!"

"Take your hands away from your face, I can't see all those beautiful blushes!"

Yvette dropped her hands.

"And you want to eat my shit, don't you? All that foul tasting filth that comes out of my asshole like a long brown rope... stinking like a sewer!"

"Yes!" Yvette admitted, "I like the way it smells too!"

"Of course you do. You're a filthy girl, Yvette. But let me tell you about my shit. You already know I haven't shit in three days, but during these three days I have really stuffed myself! Most of that shit up my ass is very foul, it will be contaminated from being up there all this time and be smelling to high heaven. But you want it anyway, don't you?"

"Use me as a human toilet!" Yvette began undressing.

"I'll use you like more than a human toilet. Did you ever see an unflushed toilet? Yellowed water and the shit breaking apart from being in the water so long? That's how your mouth will look! But first, lick my asshole and get it all wet so my shit can come out. When I save it up this long, it gets all dried out and hard so I have a hard time shitting it out. But you like that don't you cunt, having to chew it many, many times just so you can get it down your toilet mouth. Lick it, start licking my dirty shit-hole!"

"Yes Mistress," Yvette dropped to her knees and began rimming Mrs. Gjork.

"Ooooh YES!" Mrs. Gjork rasped. "You're VERY good at this! Does my asshole taste nasty?"

"No, Mistress, it tastes sweet," Yvette mumbled.

"Do you like the way my asshole smells?" Mrs. Gjork looked back.

Yvette placed her nose up to Mrs. Gjork's asshole and inhaled deeply, "Yes Mrs. Gjork, I love the way your asshole smells!"

"You're just anxious for that nasty taste, aren't you, you filthy twat! But you just hold your nose there as I fart... inhale it deeply! Tell me what it reminds you of!" and Mrs. Gjork blew out a big fart.

Yvette inhaled deeply, "It reminds me of shit! Let me have it... PLEASE!"

Mrs. Gjork laughed at Yvette, "There is nothing as disgraceful as a girl begging for another woman's waste, her poop that has been decaying up in her bowels!"

"It will be sweet! I just know it will! Dump in my mouth!" Yvette continued licking at the woman's asshole.

"Just a fraction of an inch away from where your tongue is now, is some of that filthy stuff you want so much... but I'm not going to just dump it in your mouth, get me that platter over there," Mrs. Gjork pointed. "I want to watch you eating my filthy shit!"

Yvette got up to get the platter and handed it to Mrs. Gjork.

Mrs. Gjork placed the platter on a table and, climbing up, turned her back to Yvette. "Now you watch it all come out, every hideous and obnoxious inch of it! Have you had lunch yet? I hope not, it will make a wonderful meal for a girl who is so terribly dirty and filthy!" and Mrs. Gjork began to grunt. She grunted several times to get her turd started out and finally the blunt end of a massive turd was visible. "Can you see it yet?"

"Yes Mistress," Yvette licked her lips.

Mrs. Gjork laughed again, "What a disgusting little twat you are, watching another woman shit and you're salivating! Hand me that wine glass over there, I'm going to have to pee and there's no sense in it going to waste."

Yvette handed the wine glass to Mrs. Gjork and she filled it to within an inch of the top. "Watch it all come out now," Mrs. Gjork grunted again and started her massive turd out.

"Mistress! It's so big!" Yvette exclaimed. "It's got to be at least two inches thick!"

"I always shit this much when I come in here! You just keep watching! I've got a lot more to drop!" and the shit kept coming. The turd hung down at least nine inches before it broke off, but the shit kept coming, faster now and softer once Mrs. Gjork got past the firmer part. It kept breaking off and landing on the turd already lying in the platter. There was approximately 20 inches of turd on the platter now, but Mrs. Gjork did not stop there. She strained and pushed for all she was worth, bringing forth a soft, runny shit, like chocolate syrup, which covered her pile of shit already on the platter. Straining hard, Mrs. Gjork could not produce any more so she stood up to look down at her pile of shit. "That's about normal for me if I keep putting it off," and she got down off the table. "Does that make you hungry?"

"Yes Mistress, I am a human toilet!" Yvette stated. "I want to eat your shit!"

"Of course you do, you're a little shit-pig and I can do anything with you now. Stinking shit and it's making you hungry. First I want you to lick up all that scum I dropped over that big turd!"

"Thank you, Mistress," and Yvette leaned over the big pile and was about to start licking at it when Mrs. Gjork pushed her face down into the pile of shit and rubbed her face back and forth in it before she grabbed a handful of Yvette's hair and pulled her head up.

"You're a real shit-face now, START EATING IT!" Mrs. Gjork pointed.

Yvette lowered her shit caked face into the pile of shit and bit off a big mouthful before raising up to start chewing it.

"SHIT-EATER! That's disgusting!" Mrs. Gjork watched Yvette chewing her shit. "Flush it down your toilet throat!"

Yvette swallowed. "Mistress Gjork, you don't allow me to taste it very much." "You want to taste it more? Taste that filthy shit? All right cunt, chew it till you have nothing but a brown soup in your dirty mouth!" Mrs. Gjork said.

Yvette leaned over and took another overly abundant amount in her mouth and raised her head and began to chew it and wallow it around in her mouth.

"EAT SHIT. EAT SHIT." Mrs. Gjork rasped. "EAT MY STINKING SHIT!"

Pulling her lips back, Yvette allowed Mrs. Gjork to watch her chewing up her stinking filth, watch it ooze between her teeth and come out of her lips to dribble a liquid stream down from the corners of her mouth and over her bottom lip.

"Flush it! Flush it!" Mrs. Gjork ordered and Yvette swallowed.

"It is a great honor for me to wear your shit and eat it!" Yvette took another bite.

"I can't stand this," Mrs. Gjork gasped. "A girl loving the smell and taste of my shit!" and she took Yvette's face in her hands and drove her tongue deep into Yvette's shitty mouth. "Push it out of your mouth, but hold it with your lips!"

Yvette pushed the shit out of her mouth and Mrs. Gjork started licking at it. She licked at it for about a minute before she bit off a piece and began to chew on it too.

"Mistress!" Yvette garbled and rasped, "You're eating your own shit!"

Mrs. Gjork swallowed, "Don't you tell any of the other girls that I did this with you. Take another bite!"

Yvette leaned over the pile of shit and took a real big mouthful. Her cheeks bulged out with this mouthful and she started chewing it as she gazed with wonder at Mrs. Gjork who was lying on her back beside her.

"Chew it up real good and then put it in my mouth," Mrs. Gjork said. "You can have the next mouthful.

Yvette chewed this big mouthful until it was lumpy and, leaning over Mrs. Gjork, sealed her lips to Mrs. Gjorks's and slipped her shitty tongue into the woman's mouth. Mrs. Gjork actually sucked the slimy mess right out of Yvette's mouth and swallowed it as Yvette leaned over the pile and took another bite.

"I forgot how delicious shit was!" Mrs. Gjork swallowed, and got up to start licking Yvette's shit-covered face. "I'm more disgusting than you are, I'm eating my own shit! It tastes nasty and delicious at the same time!"

Yvette picked up another piece and shoved it into Mrs. Gjork's mouth.

"NO! No more! I might get hooked again!" Mrs. Gjork said, "The rest is for you."

Yvette leaned over the pile, by now more than half gone, and bit off another big bit and smeared her face in the remaining pile. Turning to Mrs. Gjork, she began chewing and placed her face right up to Mrs. Gjorn's face.

"You disgusting bitch, you!" and Mrs. Gjorn began licking at Yvette's face again.

Together, they finished Mrs. Gjork's shit.

"Remember, not a word of this to any of the girls here!" Mrs Gjork began crying.

Yvette took the woman in her arms and comforted her, wondering if Madam Helga had seen this from the viewing room. "Isn't it just wonderful to taste that poop from another woman's asshole?"

"That shit didn't come from another woman's asshole! It came from my asshole!" Mrs. Gjork managed a smile. "Maybe I should get a job here... but that's another side of my life I don't want revealed. Let's get cleaned up some so I can return you to Madam Helga."

Later that night, after Yvette had been assigned a room, Madam Helga came in. "I saw you and Mrs. Gjork from the viewing room. I would have never of guessed that of Mrs. Gjork. She always uses my girls so vulgarly when she comes in. But it's now time for you to have lesson number two... fisting a woman, which Mrs. Gjork interrupted."

"Madam Helga, I'm afraid to do that to you," Yvette crowded back against a wall.

"I'm going to teach you all about it so you can fist any woman who comes in here and wants that form of pleasure." Madam Helga began undressing.

"You mean some ladies find it pleasurable?" Yvette couldn't believe her ears.

"There are lots and lots of ladies who enjoy this little diversion, including me. But first, take this jar of corn oil and smear it all over my asshole," Madam Helga turned her rump to Yvette. "Push some inside and then smear it all over your hand and up your arm!"

"Up my arm?" Yvette questioned.

"All the way up to your elbow, you're going in that deep!"

"And that feels good?" Yvette was getting excited.

"You'll see when I have one of the girls do it to you. Have you got your hand and arm greased up? Start with only one finger, work it in and out until you feel my rectum start to relax and then add a second finger. OK?"

Yvette pushed one finger up Madam Helga's asshole and began moving it in and out.

"Add a second finger now!" Helga directed and moaned as Yvette pushed a second finger in. Then a third and then a fourth.

"Now fold your thumb over into your hand and rotate your hand back and forth, keeping steady pressure on my asshole!" Helga directed.

Yvette was amazed to see Madam Helga's asshole swallowing her entire hand.

"Do you feel you're at the bottom yet? You have reached my anal sling. Direct your hand towards my back, the rear of my rectum and it will slide around this sling. That's it, you've learned the biggest obstacle in fisting a woman's ass. Let your hand rest a moment before you start out again, but don't pull your hand back beyond that sling. This way you won't have to work back around that sling and you can really get deep in a woman's ass."

Yvette was amazed that a woman could accept this much in her ass without feeling pain, so she waited for Madam Helga to let her know when to continue. Meanwhile, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter from this new game.

"Go on deeper," Madam Helga directed. "Go in about three more inches and pull your hand back about two inches. In this way you'll work your hand deeper and deeper."

Yvette pushed her hand in deeper and withdrew it slightly before shoving it back in. Deeper and deeper her fist went until she had reached her elbow. "This has to hurt you!"

"It does hurt a little, but the pleasure I'm getting more than makes up for it. Shove on it deeper!"

"I'm at my elbow!" Yvette exclaimed.

"Use TWO hands!" Madam Helga was getting very excited now.

"It can't be done!" Yvette gasped in astonishment. "That's impossible!"

"You just do as I say!" Madam Helga demanded. "Start sliding the fingers of your other hand in my ass!"

Yvette slid fingers, one by one into the big cavity until she had her whole second hand lodged up the woman's ass.

"See, I told you this could be done. Now pull your hands out. I'd say you had professional training with this, you did very good. But remember that anal sling!"

"I would have bet money that this wasn't possible!" Yvette exclaimed.

"There are several women that come in here that want this, but more like to do it to another girl," Madam Helga explained. "I'll assign you to a room with another girl and give her orders to work on your asshole every night. Before long you will be able to take two hands just like I do!"

"If you say so," Yvette submitted.

"But for now, since you like eating shit so much, I'm taking you up to the toilet rooms. There won't be many ladies now as most of customers come in during the afternoon, but I do have several foreign ladies in here now."

"Toilet rooms?" Yvette asked.

"The toilet rooms are situated upstairs. You will be placed in a room that is 4xl2 beneath several toilets. Ladies come in and use you as a human toilet! You will take all their piss in your mouth and drink as much of it as you can! After they stop pissing in your mouth, they will then shit in your open mouth. In front of these ladies is a downward tilted mirror so these ladies can watch you as you perform as a human toilet, a female toilet. You will be standing below their asses only about a foot and there is a foot-stool which you are to stand on to clean their ass after you've finished eating their shit. Now you MUST eat some from every woman that comes in or just lay down on the floor to allow these ladies to shit all over you!"

"Is this a punishment area?" Yvette asked.

"I do have girls serve in this area if they have been disrespectful of lady customers from time to time, but do you think you are the only girl I have that likes to eat shit?"

"You have others?" Yvette could not believe her ears. She had always felt that she alone was the only girl with this filthy desire.

Madam Helga laughed, "No, you're not my only girl with this nasty habit. I have three others besides you who go for this. And we're very famous, ladies come from all over the world to use my girls."

"Is there a girl now in your toilet rooms?" Yvette asked.

"At the present, there is only one. Would you like to meet her and serve with her in the toilet room?"

"Madam Helga, I've never eaten much shit, but I would love to meet this girl and serve with her." Yvette could not believe that such a position was really available to girls like her.

Madam Helga led Yvette back upstairs and made her undress and pushed her into a stinking toilet room. The other girl was standing beneath a toilet and the lady's ass was visible and a long, thick turd was hanging down and about to enter the girl's wide open mouth... Yvette's mouth began to water...

NOTE: This story was not written by me. The author would like to correspond with other lesbians or bi-women, by regular mail, with similar interests. Email Lunasea99@hotmail.com

This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.

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