Toilet
Copyright© 2026 by Andi Liminal
Walter's Weekend Ward
Fiction Sex Story: Walter's Weekend Ward - A bored and lonely handyman once stumbled on a curious yet fascinating and repulsive kink on his old message board. Working with his shy, awkward niece Frankie should have been a welcome distraction, but instead it forces him to confront the parts of himself he'd rather keep hidden.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Restart Workplace Sharing Incest Uncle Niece BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Flatulence Masturbation Oral Sex Scatology Spitting Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex 2nd POV ENF Nudism Slow Violence
You are Walter Brooks.
Night Security Officer at the school by the park. The community college.
You are TheWarden, long-time admin on The Shop. The old message board with an illicit porn underbelly.
It’s where you her.
You forget her name.
You call her Toilet, when you call her anything at all.
She’s yours now. At least for the weekend. At least.
You have a big basement with a drain on the cold concrete floor and a hose you wash her with.
You keep her bald, hairless all over, smooth. You won’t even allow her eyebrows.
She’s your smooth and pretty porcelain princess.
She’s as tall as you on bare feet, but she’s rarely on her feet.
A bonus to her height is that when you pin her down with her face against the cold concrete and her ass up in the air, you can sodomize the girl without overexerting your hips or knees.
She’s more skinny than you’d prefer, but this makes her light to haul, and her perfectly round pale tits more than make up for it.
She can almost take your big black cock without screaming in pain. You’re careful about it, you don’t want any fissures that will ruin her.
She’s allowed to scream, your basement is well insulated, but you won’t allow her words.
She had to be taught this.
You wouldn’t dare ruin her perfectly pale skin with bruises. She bruises easy as it is.
No, you used your taser from work. Two little pin-sized burn marks is all, and she’ll be flailing and mumbling and begging on the cold concrete floor.
Well, no longer begging, not with words. She’s a quick learner.
It doesn’t mean she stops getting the taser.
You know her type better than she knows herself. She’ll eagerly drink the piss, the cum, eat the shit, let you take photos, let you take videos, let you and her uncle fuck her, let you shave her head and her eyebrows, let you call her Toilet...
But soon enough, the thrill of it all might wash away, and you’d be left with nothing but a naked girl without hair or eyebrows with shit in her mouth, confused and ashamed, and wanting to go home. Then she’d be ruined.
So you don’t allow her words.
You don’t allow her hair or eyebrows.
You don’t allow her a name.
She’s your pretty porcelain princess, your human toilet.
For the weekend.
Or more, if you don’t allow her to get ruined.
You tase her and watch her squirm and piss herself, and when she sticks out her tongue when you start to piss on her, you know she’s still yours.
You post only a few photos of your weekend on The Shop.
Members get the teasing photos, the before photos, the not full frontal photos. But you no longer bother to censor her face, or her pretty, round, pale tits.
Without her glasses, without her hair, without her eyebrows, no one could recognize her. Not that you care, but that’s what you say.
Admins get the after photos, but no videos. You don’t like to be in the frame. Just the girl after you’re done with her. You make sure they can’t see the taser marks.
Her uncle, Tony, asks about her. You send him a video of his niece licking your big black cock, her face already covered in cum.
You’ll send him videos of the girl being tased if he won’t stop asking.
The weekend is over, and you’re back at work, and now it’s the real test.
She’s down there in the basement, naked. Waiting. No phone, no internet, just a task to keep her busy.
“Stretch out your hole real good while I’m gone,” you tell her as you show her, using spit as lube, your rough fingers deep inside her still very tight asshole. Making her scream.
You record the screams and play them in your earbuds as you walk the empty school during your shift.
You tease your big black cock during your lunch break as you read the replies to your posts on the message board.
The admins and users and Tony all send you direct messages suggesting content, asking for scraps, asking about her.
You collect the best ideas and reply to these with interest, and to Tony, you send a video of his pretty niece bald and naked and covered in piss as you tase her, and she screams.
“I’m gonna rape her tonight,” you message Tony.
You meant this morning, your work nights, after all. It’s too late to change it.
You open the door to the basement, and she seems ready to ask you a question as she stands there so naked and pretty, and you bend her over the clothes dryer and rape her.
“I promised your uncle,” you say, still inside her.
She sucks your cock clean, tasting your cum and her asshole.
She looks up at you expectantly.
“Oh,” you say. You forgot to record anything to take photos.
You shrug, she does too, and smiles.
Not yet ruined, you think, smiling to yourself.
You nod at the spot near the drain, and she crawls to the spot.
It takes a minute, but she kneels there, her mouth open, but you piss on her tits instead.
As you bend over slightly, she crawls behind you and you feel her slim fingers pry your cheeks apart, feel her wet tongue taste the opening, and hear as she gags and forces herself to swallow your first big turd.
You won’t look at her. You wait for her cue.
A lick of your asshole and you know she’s ready for more. You had a big lunch.
Gagging, coughing, throwing up, but she won’t stop, she’ll take it all.
“You’ll spoil me for real toilets,” you tease her and hear her laugh, her mouth full of shit.
You hear her chew it, but you won’t look at her.
You hear her swallow it all.
Hear her work the hose and wash her mouth, and then she cleans you up with her tongue.
“You’ll spoil me for toilet paper,” you say, and pull up your pants and leave her in the basement to clean up.
You can’t even smell it on her when she makes her way up the stairs, knocking lightly to see if it’s okay to come in.
Her feet are as pretty as the rest of her, her toes adjust to the warmth of the carpet, as does the rest of her.
You lie on the couch watching the morning news, and after you’re done pretending to ignore her, you tap your lap, and she crawls on top of you. Those long legs, waist smaller than your left thigh, and breasts so smooth you could cry.
“You can talk up here,” you whisper in her ear.
“I know,” she says as you caress her smooth scalp.
It’s been a whole weekend, and a Monday morning will soon vanish, and you’re not ready to let go.
It’s you who’s ruined.
“Do you miss your hair?”
“I miss my glasses,” she responds, squinting at the television. Laughing.
“Do you...?” You don’t want to finish the question.
“Do you want pancakes?” She taps your big belly and smiles that pretty smile.
You don’t answer, but just the same, she stands up, and her pretty feet transition from carpet to linoleum as she begins to collect ingredients.
“Did you clean up in here?” You know she has.
“Not really,” she answers as she works the batter. It’s not an answer.
“You know you don’t have to,” you say.
“I was bored,” she smiles.
You’re already hard staring at her. That first day, you both were like teenagers, and she swallowed all your cum.
“How old are you?”
“Maybe you should’ve asked that a few days ago?” She smirks. “Nineteen, Nothing too weird, you’re just twice my age,” another smirk.
Maybe because she is literally a teenager, for a few more months, you think.
“You’re bad at math,” you tell her, and see another message from her uncle. This one you ignore. You forgot to record the rape.
“Not so bad, today’s day three of our little excursion, and I have a painting job I gotta get to, and I need my glasses, and...”
You stand in front of her. Hungry.
“How are these not fake?” You grope her breasts and squeeze and pretend to look for incision scars. “You’d look like a boy without them,” you tease her some more.
But she takes hold of your hand and guides your thick fingers inside her tight, wet cunt.
She flips the pancakes, staring at you with those big eyes, your fingers still inside her, she whispers, “How many pancakes?”
You finger her as she stands there, defiant. Flipping pancakes.
You make her squirm with just your fingers.
Make her squirm until she’s on the floor, flailing and begging with words and pleading for you to please...
But she doesn’t say.
Your big black cock expects the struggle of pushing into her asshole, but you find you slide right in this other pretty hole. By contrast, at least.
No screams, not at first. Slow moans as you fill her, stretch her. Your big belly on top of her slim middle. Long legs splayed wide, and her very real breasts so smooth you could cry.
You don’t pull out, you stay inside, even as she squirms as her body becomes fully yours.
Your cock emerges coated in cum, and she quickly stands to turn off the grill and dump the burnt pancakes onto a plate and to appease the smoke alarm. All the while, your cum crawling down her pretty pale thighs.
“Fuck, sorry,” she says.
You help her clean up, and after she licks your cock clean, you go into your bedroom to change.