James woke with a sense of dread. He knew what was coming and tried to force it from his mind but couldn't. He got out of his bed and got dressed, making sure to wear old clothes just in case. Then he made his way to the mission control building.

7:58 AM

Zara was waiting in her office when James opened the door slowly, hoping against hope that she wasn't there. But she was sat there, at her desk, with a black leather jacket on despite the warm temperature in the room. As she stood up she took off the jacket, letting it crumple to the floor. She was dressed, or, rather, barely dressed, in a black bra and black panties. Now James understood why she had had the jacket on. Just in case any others happened to walk in her office. It wouldn't look good if someone thought the chairwoman worked on missions in a bra and panties.

But despite everything, James thought that she looked pretty sexy.

She walked over to the cupboard from yesterday and brought out the toilet chair.

"Right, let's get started, shall we?" She said with a smile which made we look like a shark ready to eat a small fish.

She reached back into the cupboard and brought out a plastic sheet.

"Wouldn't want to stain the carpet now, would we?" She said, answering an unspoken question.

She placed the plastic sheet down in the middle of the floor, and placed the toilet chair on top of it.

"Right then, slave. Lie down and put your head inside. You'll love this, I'm sure." She said sarcastically.

James lied down on the floor, then shuffled backwards to place his head inside the toilet. He noticed there was a sloped panel, curved like a cone, near his forehead in the toilet. He presumed it was to make sure piss flowed into his mouth rather than just flow onto the floor.

Then Zara reached into her jacket on the floor and pulled out two small leather belts and looked down at James in the toilet chair.

"What are those for-" James began to ask, but was cut off by Zara.

"From now on, only speak when asked to. Got it?" She said.

"Yes, mistress" came from the toilet chair.

"But to answer your question, they're to stop you wriggling out and running away."

"Mistress, I won't run awa-" James said but cut off yet again by Zara.

"Only speak when I say!" And she kicked his body outside of the chair toilet. James groaned.

"I won't fasten you to the toilet if you do a good job, though. Anyway - enough talk, let's get started!" She said excitedly.

James could only see upwards and a little bit sideways from inside the toilet chair, but Zara was close enough and tall enough for him to see her pulling her black panties down her legs and leaving them on the floor. Then she moved her ass above the toilet seat and sat down. Her ass cheeks were stretched open a bit by the seat, and James could see each individual black hair in between her cheeks, and above his forehead, her mature hairy pussy. Her ass was just too far away to touch with his tongue.

James tried to tell himself that it wouldn't be that bad, that it would be nice like it was with Dana, but he knew Zara would try to make this punishment as bad as possible for him.

A dark yellow stream of piss started to drip down onto his forehead, then it turned into a strong stream which hit the panel in the toilet and flowed down to his mouth. He tried to close his mouth, but Zara was looking down between her legs and saw what he was doing.

"You better open up or I'll hurt you!" She said threateningly.

So James complied, and let the bitter yellow liquid flow into his mouth and drank it. He remembered drinking Dana's piss but she had drank water to make it less bitter. Zara hadn't done any thing to make it more comfortable, in fact James suspected she was trying to make it as nasty as possible for him. Hers was a dark yellow and tasted extremely bitter and acidic, which probably confirmed James' suspicions of her making it as bad as possible for him. She must have drunk acidic stuff and little water.

After what seemed like hours to James but was probably only 30 seconds, the stream started to slow and then died out. But James hadn't drank it as quickly as it came and had ended up with some gathering above his mouth in between the panels, so he was forced to continue to gulp the nasty, bitter yellow liquid down by the mouthful.

"Hmm, still got some there I see. Maybe you should drink faster next time." She said, looking down between her legs again.

A loud fart came from her asshole, and smothered James. His eyes watered from the smell. It smelt like rotten eggs, and he fought the urge to puke, but after a few seconds of holding his breath he decided he needed to breathe, and spluttered when he inhaled through his mouth; he could even taste the fart because it was so smelly.

"Enjoying it in there, James? I made sure to have nice soft smelly food just for you!" Zara said, her voice muffled.

James groaned and tried to hold his breath for as long as possible, but it was futile. He had to breathe, and it continued in this cycle as Zara looked down between her legs and caught a whiff of her own gas.

"Phew! That does stink! That came out better then I thought it would. I hope you enjoy solids as well!"

As she said this he saw her asshole twitch, and widen. He barely registered this before another fart exited her rectum and made him gag again. He opened his eyes again, and saw a soft, narrow shit coming out of her asshole. It reached down towards his mouth, before being cut off by Zara's sphincter and dropping down, missing James' mouth and landing on his nose and eyes. He desperately shook his head to get it off. Zara noticed the shaking and looked down to see James' face twisted up with a poop on top.

"Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a predicament there, James!" She laughed, "Don't worry, I'll help you out."

She bent over, out of sight of James, and came back up putting on a latex glove like dentists or doctors use. Then she reached down between her legs and pushed some of the shit off James' face and into his open mouth. Dana had once pooped in his mouth and it was bitter. This was like that, but definitely not as pleasurable. It was soft and mushy, and really bitter, like really dark chocolate. It was... Actually not as disgusting as James thought it would be. It was nasty but he would rather eat it than face more physical torture.

He blinked repeatedly to clear the little bit left over on his eyelids, then looked up just in time to see some more shit exiting her asshole. This time it landed in his mouth, folding over itself. James started to chew on it, and after he had gotten past the bitterness barrier it tasted of.. Nothing. It was still nasty, but not as much so, and the worst it got was when it formed a sticky paste on the roof of his mouth. Some more dropped from Zara's asshole and piled on top of the shit already in his mouth.

There was some light as Zara opened her legs and looked inside, to see James chowing down on her smelly shit.

"You like that, don't you! You dirty boy!" She grinned, but it made her look all the more evil.

Some golden piss spurted out of her urethra and flowed into James' mouth, and he lapped it up. No more poop was coming out of her asshole. Another rather loud fart did, but nothing else.

"Right, that's all I have. But I'm a bit messy down there, so you'll need to clean me up."

And as she said this, she pulled on a lever unbeknownst to James and the seat on the chair dropped several centimetres, so now she her dirty hairy smelly brown stained chilli ring was just hovering above James. The chair was better made than James thought.

"Lick me clean, slave." She demanded

James stuck his tongue out and ran it through her hairy pussy, licking up the piss left on it. Then he moved to her dirty asshole and licked all around it, until all the flecks of shit were licked up. Then Zara pulled the lever back and the seat rose back up.

"Good. But don't forget that your punishment is 24 hours. That was only 15 minutes. There's more in store for you. I thought you might enjoy the toilet in the spare toilet on the 6th floor..."

And James realised the most part of his punishment was not just eating shit, but his friends' shit.

"...what do you think of that?"

"But mistress, everyone has their own toilets, they never use the spare one."

"But when a toilet is being repaired, for instance, they would. I wonder how you'll fare after a day of being a toilet for everyone? We'll just have to wait and see. Now, you can't go up like that. Clean yourself up, slave." She said as she threw him a pack of baby wipes.

James realised he still had some of Zara's excrement on his face, so he grabbed one from the pack and ran it round his face. Once clean, Zara told him to put his clothes on and to follow her up to the 6th floor.