"Where the hell did you get this?" Sheila demanded.

"I purchased it from Carl in your Biology class," Neil said quietly. He knew she would be horrified, but he was determined with his tone to keep her rational. "Easy now, don't get too upset until you've heard the whole story."

"The WHOLE story?" Sheila whined. Her round cheeks wore a crimson blush, and tears threatened to flow from her eyes. She managed to look into Neil's blue, steady eyes, but it was as difficult at looking at the television screen. Finally she decided to gaze at her own feet -- the alternative she chose in most awkward situations in her young life.

The two high school seniors sat on the couch in Neil's cozy recreation room.

His parents had gone for the weekend, leaving him the run of the house. When the strong, blond young man had asked Sheila to visit him that weekend, she'd thought it either a dream come true or a cruel prank.

Sheila was not the most popular young lady at school. She was bookish and introverted. Her frame was a bit more plump than most of the shallow students considered ideal; her hips were too wide, her thighs were too full.

She wore her wavy brown hair long with little elaborate styling, and she self-consciously covered her mouth when she laughed to hide her imperfect teeth. She had briefly caught the popular Neil's attention when she tutored him for Trigonometry, but because of his distance from her socially he soon found that small bond they'd developed impossible to maintain. When Carl showed him the videotape, however, he'd decided to re-establish a relationship.

Neil put a hand on Sheila's arm to genuinely comfort her. "Carl and Fisk were out raising hell in their subdivision one night and videotaping the whole thing," he explained. "They wandered over into your neighborhood and.... well, presto," he said, indicating the grainy, but recognizable images playing on the television. Sheila was quietly crying and wringing her hands in her lap.

"Fuck it, I'm so ruined," she said with a sob. "Can you imagine what school will be like now? I got shit everyday anyway. With this..."

"This tape is mine now. There are no other copies," Neil said flatly. Sheila looked at him hopefully with tear-filled eyes. Neil managed a slight smile, quite out of character with his normally stoic demeanor. "And Carl and Fisk won't be speaking of this incident. I have made sure of that," he continued coldly.

"What... how...?" Sheila stammered.

"I didn't kill them or anything," Neil smirked. "I just have a great deal of shit on them. I have a great deal of shit on everyone at school. That's just what happens when you don't open your mouth much, keep your ears open and don't drink to excess." There was a flash of admiration in Sheila's eyes. Initially, it was on an intellectual level that Neil had first surprised her during his tutoring. He had a cold, dispassionate way of thinking through a situation, and he was much better read than she'd imagined someone with the "in crowd" could be.

"Thank you, I guess," she said with a slight smile. "I guess you must think I'm pretty fucked up now, huh?"

Neil paused the video tape. The screen froze on the grainy image of Sheila sitting on a work-out bench in her parents' basement. She was naked from the waist down, and she was leaning back with her legs spread widely. A squeeze-bottle of honey sat on the floor beside her, and a large golden retriever enthusiastically lapped his tongue between her thighs. The frozen image was from the perspective of, Neil assumed, a basement window high on one wall. Carl and Fisk had acted rather intrepidly in getting the footage, that couldn't be denied.

"As I'm your savior in this situation," Neil began slowly after staring at the screen for a moment, "I think you are at least obligated to discuss this... ah... unusual event with me."

Sheila sniffed and pushed her erratic hair behind her ears. "Sure... whatever. I don't think anything I say could be more fucked up than what you've seen."

"Why then, Sheila?" Neil said, taking her chin gently with his fingers and directing her gaze to him.

"I was horny, I guess," she said with a shrug. "I was tired of doing it myself."

"Did you find the experience with the dog humiliating?" Neil asked clinically.

"What the fuck do you think?" she said, indicating the television screen. "I'm mortified." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No, Sheila," Neil said gently. His light touch on her hair caused her shiver. "What I mean is: did the humiliation and sheer degeneracy of the act add to the erotic situation?" Sheila blinked and furrowed her brow in thought. His question was very insightful.

"Do you mean did I get off on it more because it was so fucked up? Because it was sick and wrong and just plain nasty?" she asked. Neil nodded quietly, his face unreadable. "Christ, I'm so fucking embarrassed," Sheila sighed.

"You can tell me," Neil assured. "If I haven't condemned you because of this tape, then I highly doubt I'm liable to because of a conversation."

Sheila made an exasperated noise. "Fuck it. Yes, I got off on it because it was so fucked up. You want to know the truth? I actually FANTASIZED that someone was watching me with the dog. Can you believe that? I actually laid there and dreamed about how damn humiliating it would be to have someone watch me get off like that." Sheila's eyes darkened. "I should kill Carl and Fisk both," she said after a moment's thought. "I should kill them both slowly."

Neil's amiable laugh startled her. Neil didn't laugh at school. He smiled civilly, he nodded in recognition, and he looked beautiful. He did not, however, express this sort of open emotion. Sheila's depressed mood lifted slightly under his genuinely friendly gaze.

"I'm glad to see you've turned your shame into murderous rage," he said wryly. Sheila smirked and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. "Besides," Neil continued, "you should be thankful to them for the serendipitous circumstance they've created."

"What do you mean?" Sheila asked.

"I've dated four cheer-leaders, two girls on the track team and just about every one of the 'foundation, lipstick, blush' clique," Neil said frowning. "Three of the cheer-leaders won't swallow semen because it's 'icky', the girls on the track team are worried Jesus will punish them if they do anything but dry hump in a parked car, and I won't even go into the utter, shallow deficiencies of the 'foundation, lipstick, blush' clique." Neil methodically cracked his knuckles, a menacing but annoying habit he couldn't shake.

"Ah... ok, so?" Sheila goaded quietly. Neil's expression had become serious, and she found it terribly intimidating.

"I enjoyed watching that video tape," Neil said slowly. "I've watched it at least four times since yesterday afternoon, though I've only masturbated while doing so twice." Sheila automatically dropped her gaze to the floor. "If I'd known you liked being treated like such a degenerate slut, Sheila," he said carefully, "I'd have established an agreement between us sooner."

Sheila's face felt hot, and she felt slightly dizzy. "I should go," she muttered, but didn't rise from the couch.

"Would you enjoy being humiliated, being told to do disgusting things for our mutual entertainment?" Neil asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I should... I mean, I don't..." Sheila's knuckles were white as she clasped her hands together nervously.

Neil moved closer to her on the couch. "Wouldn't you find my witness more of an erotic thrill than the witness of some dumb animal?" He delicately intertwined his fingers in her hair and turned her head to face him.

"Just say what you mean," she said plaintively. Her eyes wouldn't meet his, and she mechanically chewed on her lower lip.

"Promise to do exactly what I say for the rest of the afternoon," Neil said coldly, "and that video tape will disappear forever. You won't have to think about it ever again."

Sheila didn't bother to think twice over the offer. The pure intimidation of him sitting so close, speaking so imperatively, had aroused some vile, desperate urge in her. She looked at the paused image on the television screen, and felt a depraved pang that was neither fear nor regret.

"I promise to do exactly what you say," she answered.

***

Sheila had complied with his instructions and removed all of her clothing. She was now on her hands and knees in the large, garden tub in Neil's bathroom. She shivered in the cool air, and her large, dark nipples were prominently erect. Against the fingers of one hand, her labia felt slick and swollen. She had felt the sexual thrill arise the moment Neil had directed her to the bathroom.

He returned from the kitchen, carrying something wrapped in a towel. "How does your cunt feel?" he asked bluntly. Neil knew she found it hard to articulate in awkward situations, and he'd found it delightful to compel her to do just that. Her surveyed her ample buttocks and thighs, and he let his eyes trail up her somewhat stocky, but well formed torso. "I asked you a question," he prompted.

The blush on her face and neck was obvious. "It... it feels wet," Sheila managed. Her voice trembled.

"It excites you to perform for me like this then?" he asked blandly. His almost conversational, lukewarm tone unnerved her. Sheila couldn't tell if he was pleased having her like this or not.

"Yes," she answered honestly. So vulnerable did she feel that a single critical word from him would have reduced her to tears. The longer he maintained that he wanted her like this, though, the more arousing it became. She'd not yet allowed her fingers to stray consistently to her clitoris, but already it tingled in anticipation. She slid her fingers together, measuring the slickness glistening on her labia.

"Good. A part of me really wants to just fuck you now," Neil said casually.

There was a quick intake of breath from Sheila. She'd only been with one man before, and that relationship had only lasted a few months. Still, she knew she'd invite Neil's cock into her. "But I want something from you I've never been able to get before," he continued. "I want you to feel like a whore. I want you to feel shamed and dehumanized. And I want you to get off on that."

Sheila's fingers instinctively began to stroke over her swollen clitoris, and she gasped. "Yes," she answered quietly. She did not look up, but she could feel his eyes staring hot and confident at her body.

Neil unwrapped the towel he'd brought, and exposed the object inside. He acquired a jar of petroleum jelly from under the sink and sat down on the edge of the tub. Leaning back slightly, he could easily survey her ample hindquarters. He watched her slick fingers nervously knead her labia and clitoris between her wide thighs. Sheila had a large, pouting vulva with thick labia and a frame of dark hair. She knew she was being scrutinized, and her legs began to tremble slightly.

"You've never been fucked in the ass, have you, Sheila?" Neil asked quietly.

A pang of fear mixed with her growing, atavistic arousal. "No," she whispered.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass with this," Neil said, holding up a large yellow squash. Inches below the stem, the body of the vegetable flared into a teardrop shape, making it perfect for insertion into the rectum. Sheila glanced up, her eyes nervous, and she shuddered bodily. The squash was large from her perspective, with a body slightly wider at it's maximum than the only real cock she'd ever seen.

"I don't.... know if I can," she said quietly. Her apprehension didn't reach her loins, where her labia still glistened and slid between her fingers. The palm of her hand stroked lightly over her clitoris, and the pleasure sparked up and down her body.

"You can," Neil said, uncapping the jar of petroleum jelly and scooping up an ample dollop on two fingers. Sheila instinctively tensed her anus, and her legs trembled more visibly as a result. "Relax. We'll do this one step at a time."

Sheila nodded, and then jumped slightly at the cold, slimy touch of the jelly between her buttocks. Soon, however, the massaging motion of Neil's fingers upon her anus overcame her hesitation, and she leaned her shoulder down to the edge of the tub to further part her large buttocks. Her fingers dwelled almost exclusively on her turgid clitoris, and she felt a liquid, creeping warmth spread throughout her lower stomach.

"You like having your asshole rubbed," Neil stated. Sheila nodded and her hair spilled down around her face. "I'd like to see you let your dog lick you there," he added in the same tone. A whimper escaped her throat, and she nodded her head again. "We'll do that sometime. We can go down to your basement, you can let me pour some honey down between your buttocks, and then I can watch your dog lap it up off your asshole." Sheila's breath was rapid. Neil smiled slightly, and added, "Would you spread your big ass wide for me so I could see?"

"Yes," Sheila hissed. Her voice was husky and urgent.

"Good," Neil said quietly, and pushed his two slick fingers into her anus. Sheila gasped, and her fingers froze between her thighs. It seemed she could feel Neil's slow probing and exploring in her entire body, and she clenched her muscles down on his fingers.

"I'd like to feel you clamp down on my cock like that there soon," Neil mused. He pushed as gently as possible past the snug ring of muscle and began to gradually work his fingers in and out of her, spreading the petroleum jelly as thoroughly as he could. Eventually Sheila's fingers began to slowly massage her clitoris again, and her breathing returned to a regular pace. "It's not so bad, is it?" Neil asked rhetorically.

"No... just takes getting used to..." Sheila mumbled. It wasn't so bad. There were a few sharp pains as her anus was stretched, but the longer the fingers remained in her, the more accommodating her sphincter seemed to become.

"This won't be as bad as you think," Neil said. Suddenly his fingers were gone from inside her, and her anus flexed around empty air. The sensation was striking, and Sheila's clitoris throbbed at the sudden emptiness. With mild horror she realized the feeling was analogous to emptying one's bowels.

Some dark corner of her mind wondered what it would be like to masturbate while on the toilet like that. With deliberate, careful motions, Neil began to spread petroleum jelly on the larger end of the squash.

"Are you feeling a little vulnerable and ashamed right now?" he asked casually. Sheila nodded. The scatological imagery and her anxiety about the squash pushing into her rectum had rattled her. "Good. I'm going to enjoy seeing you enjoy being fucked in the ass by a vegetable," Neil said with a wink.

Before she had even prepared herself, Neil was squatting in the tub behind her, pressing the large, teardrop-shaped end of the squash between her buttocks. Involuntarily she clenched her anus, and the harsh pressure of the vegetable against her muscles caused of surge of panic in her. "Oh god, Neil, please..." she began.

"Keep rubbing your clit," he said flatly. Without conscious direction, her hand complied, stroking her two middle fingers mechanically over her slick clitoris. Neil applied more pressure to the squash, and Sheila's tight sphincter began to open. Sharp sparks of pain flared in her protesting muscles, and a whimper welled up in her throat. "Push out with your muscles like you're taking a shit," Neil said harshly. It was the most emotion she'd heard from him, besides his laugh, that entire afternoon.

"Neil, please..." she pleaded. Some fear from infancy kept her from complying with his instruction.

"Do it," he ordered. "Push out with your muscles just like you were trying to push something out of you." Sheila bit savagely upon her lower lip, and bore down with her muscles exactly as when she was on the toilet. Almost obscenely, her anus dilated and accepted the tip of the squash into her. Slowly and evenly, Neil pushed the rest of the vegetable past the clinging ring of muscle.

Sheila moaned low and pitifully, and her legs jerked slightly with each sharp pain as her anus snagged on some insufficiently lubricated part of the squash. When the large, ovoid body of the vegetable was almost completely inside her, just as the sharp pains from her anus subsided, a wave of deep, cramping pains began to race across her lower stomach. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and had to remove her hand from between her legs to steady herself.

"Fuck yes," Neil said satisfied. "I knew if we only put our minds to it you could have a big gaping asshole just like that wonderful, gaping cunt of yours." Sheila began to sob quietly. Her face was hot with humiliation, but even more depraved was the way her clitoris throbbed for attention at his words. "Keep stroking your clit," Neil instructed.

Sheila slowly complied, and she felt a strange, dirty delight when she found her labia still sloppily wet and her clitoris still erect and aching. Additionally, there was an odd satisfied fullness that enhanced the hum of pleasure between her legs. Neil was watching her movements carefully. Her legs were still trembling, and the motion of her fingers between her legs caused the stem of the yellow squash, sticking obscenely from the jelly-slicked cleavage of her buttocks, to bob slightly upwards and downwards.

Neil casually touched the end of the stem and gently nudged the squash in rhythm with her fingers. "You like this, don't you? Admit it. It hurt going in, but now that your ass is full, you like the feeling," he coaxed.

"Yes," Sheila choked honestly. She did like the feeling. Neil's gentle manipulations of the large vegetable in her ass were only adding to the desperate urge to make herself orgasm. Accepting her submissiveness, she added, "I think I could cum with your cock like that... if I could touch myself."

"In a while," Neil answered. He stood up from the edge of the tub and began to take down his own pants. "But first, I want to do something I've never been able to..." He took his pants and underwear down to his knees in a single, fluid motion, and his penis bobbed semi-erect. "I want you to know a few things," he said, shuffling over closer to the tub so his cock swayed before her eyes.

Sheila locked her gaze on his beautiful penis, and her fingers ground furiously against her clitoris. The stem of the squash nodded up and down wildly as her hips began to inadvertently join the effort of her fingers.

"I enjoy making you my whore," Neil said. He delicately took his semi-erect penis in his hand. "I think you get off being a completely slut, don't you?"

"Yes," Sheila grunted. There was a building pressure inside her, between her clitoris and her bowels. Her unmanifest orgasm lurked there, and her fingers viciously tried to pull it out into the open.

"If I want to see you fuck your dog, you'll do it for me and get off in the process, won't you?" he asked coldly. Sheila nodded frantically. "If I ask you to suck off Carl and Fisk in the parking lot after school, you'll do it and enjoy it, won't you?"

"Oh, God, yes," Sheila hissed. The image was horribly degrading. Those two fuckers who watched her get off with her dog, the two shits that laughed at her and would have destroyed her at school -- she knew she would gladly suck both of their cocks and let them cum in her mouth with Neil watching. Yes, she found the idea completely humiliating, but she would enjoy it just the same. "Neil, I'm going to cum..." she stammered.

"If I want to piss down your throat and call you a sick, worthless tramp, you'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Neil smirked, and without warning a stream of urine flowed from his penis and spattered against the side of Sheila's face. She jumped in surprise at the warm splash on her cheek and forehead, and the rolling wave of her orgasm boiled out of her. "Don't turn away," Neil ordered. "Fucking drink it."

Sheila sounded a low, warbling wail as her vagina and sphincter began to flutter and spasm madly. Her clitoris burned and throbbed, and she turned her face towards Neil and opened her mouth comically wide. Immediately he let his urine continue to flow, and the golden liquid spattered across Sheila's fair features and into her mouth. Her loins continued to spasm and twist as she began to exaggeratedly lap her tongue and swallow what she could catch of the young man's urine. The taste was sharp and acrid, but her desperate need to revel in the degenerate moment rendered that inconsequential.

"You're my piss drinking whore," Neil said calmly.

"I'm your piss drinking whore," Sheila replied obediently. His urine continued to spatter on her lips, across her nose and into her hair as a final, vicious wave of pleasure spread from her clitoris throughout the rest of her body. With an urgent, vilely enjoyable effort, Sheila pushed the squash out of her rectum. It landed with a slimy thud between her calves.

The last spurt of Neil's urine soiled Sheila's chin and neck, and then he flapped his organ casually and reached down to pull up his pants. Sheila's body shook, and she gently eased herself down onto her side in the tub. Her mind was clouded from her orgasm, but she found great satisfaction in her dishevelled condition. Her hair and face dripped with urine, and her tongue was heavy with the taste of it. She luxuriated in the obscenely large feel of her vulva and clitoris -- an image left imprinted by Neil's words earlier. She was, for that moment, proud of her ample sex. Her anus felt stretched and open, and she could feel the remnants of the petroleum jelly clinging to her sphincter and caked within her rectum. She closed her eyes, and the world seemed to hum quietly around her.

Neil surveyed what he'd done. He was very pleased. For some reason, he was quite sure that Carl and Fisk would never be allowed to sample Sheila. They were idiots and without imagination or appreciation. No, Neil would only provide the absolute best for Sheila. She would be humiliated and used with panache. Neil glanced at the expelled vegetable lying between her knees.

"You squeezed out more than just that squash," he commented.

"Oh, God..." Sheila mumbled. Her words sounded more impressed than distressed. "Did I shit myself?"

"Not a lot," Neil assessed. "Just be thankful I won't be making you eat that squash." He smiled slightly when Sheila shuddered. "If I did that, I wouldn't want to do this..." he said, kneeling beside her prone form. With a strong grip, he pulled her head up to him by her thick hair, and kissed her urine spattered mouth. It was a kiss of ownership, and he did not recoil when she pushed her tainted tongue into his mouth.

"Now start the shower and clean yourself up," he said after breaking the kiss. "I want to go out and have you seen with me in public."

Sheila nodded obediently.