Smelly Milana / Poo19 - It really hurt! Shouting is impossible - a full mouth of shit

Heavy traffic thumped in Christina's bowels, delayed by nervous tension, and she silently cursed herself for eating that last plate of greasy pasta. She was already feeling uncomfortable when she arrived at Milana's house for what had been billed as a much-needed venting session. Milana had suggested they play a little "toilet slavery" game, where Christina would punch and scream all her frustrations out on Milana - with one catch. After each round of blows, Milana would force-feed Christina her own shit, until she completely lost her voice from swallowing. At first, Christina had thought it was a joke. But here she was, tied to a toilet chair, her body trembling from both fear and excitement. Milana bounced on the balls of her feet, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She was clearly enjoying this power trip. Without warning, she hurled herself forward and landed a solid punch squarely on Christina's jaw. The force of the blow knocked Christina's head back against the wall, and she gasped as her brain rattled around in her skull. Milana didn't give her any time to recover. She continued to strike, each blow harder than the last. The pain was almost unbearable, but Christina couldn't bring herself to beg for mercy. This was her own fault, after all. She'd begged Milana to help her get rid of her anger, and now she was going to pay the price. Finally, Milana stepped back, panting slightly. Christina closed her eyes, preparing for what was coming next. She felt cool air against her face as Milana bent down behind her, and then she felt something warm and putrid being forced into her mouth. She tried to gag, but it was already too late. The shit was swimming in her mouth, filling her throat and blocking her airway. With a groan of effort, Milana tied off Christina's mouth shut with a clean cloth diaper. Then she reached down and began to massage Christina's stomach, encouraging the flow of shit. It took only a few minutes before Milana could scoop up a generous serving of warm, freshly-made feces with her fingers. She smiled to herself as she approached Christina again, this time holding a small plastic spoonful of the steaming mess. "Open wide, baby," Milana cooed, using the spoon as leverage to force Christina's jaw open even wider than before. Christina tried to resist, but she was already weak from the blows and the constant stream of diarrhea going in and out of her body. The warmth of the shit on her tongue mixed with the saliva and dripped down her chin, leaving a trail of slime behind. Milana's fingers sank deep into Christina's bowels, coating them in a thick, sticky paste. She withdrew her hand, holding a fistful of the treasure she'd mined. With slow, deliberate motions, she smeared the shit all over Christina's face, into her hair, and all the way down her shirt. Finally, Milana lowered the spoonful of shit into Christina's open mouth. It was as if a dam had burst. The shit poured down Christina's throat, burning and choking her as it went. She gagged and coughed and choked some more, tears streaming down her face from the stinging and the pain. She couldn't breathe, she could hardly think. All she could do was swallow quickly and hope that it would all be over soon. Again and again, Milana forced feedings into Christina until she was sure that every last drop had been swallowed. Only then did she untie Christina's mouth and help her sit up slowly, holding her as she swayed dizzily in front of her. "There you go, baby," Milana whispered softly. "That was quite a workout for both of us. Aren't you feeling so much better now?" Christina nodded weakly, sinking back into the pool of filth that had been her toilet chair. She could hear her stomach growling, but she wasn't sure if it was from the pain or the hunger. Either way, she knew that she'd never be able to look at another plate of pasta again. Milana smiled, patting Christina's disgusting, shit-coated back. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure you'll find something else to eat. And who knows? Maybe next time you'll be the one digging through my poop instead of me. We'll just have to see where this little game takes us, won't we?"