It was early in the morning on a Monday, and the alarm set for seven had just gone off in Cassandra's ears blazing the obnoxious repeating sound from her night stand. A hateful scowl crumpled up on her face, her black pagan runes on her pale skin, briefly shimmering crimson red in the shadowy realm of her bedroom in response too her irritation. Begrudgingly she lifted her head from the comfort of her pillow, her snow white hair now a frizzy mess from last nights antics, draped over her face, tickling the bottom of her neck like a short fluffy crown. In her drowsy state she let out a sneer flashing her teeth, as she struck the digital alarm clock repeatedly until she managed to hit the button too silence it. Once peace had been restored her head dropped back onto the soft white pillow.

Cassandra: “I hate technology”, she said with an exhausted sigh. She lazily raised her arm up, and the tree like rune on the back of her hand started to illuminate an emerald green, ringing like crystal. The darkness of the room was slowly pushed back by the gentle light of the morning sun, as the tree branches outside animated themselves, withdrawing their dense canopy of greens and yellows and reds, away from the window. Cassandra rolled over pulling the thin white sheets off her upper torso exposing her firm breasts too the cooler air of the approaching autumn, her nipples hardening with a tantalising tingle. For a moment she gazed out the window at the open skies she enjoyed soaring through so much, already planning today's excursion. Her mind drifts back too the present, remembering her three spawn that will need to be readied for school, the whole reason that she has the damnable alarm device, and why she didn't get too sleep in when she wants.

She sigh's again and whips of the bed sheets from the rest of her body relieving a strong toned form, her runes travelling across her chest, her breasts, down her soft stomach, her curvaceous ass, down her legs and bordering around her dense forest of white pubes still slick with her ejaculated, from before she passed out for the night. Cassandra sat up and started examining her body, her blood red eyes searching for signs of life that was her play mate. Her gaze swept across the smooth skin, the mattress and sheets around her, and even within her slimy cunt as she pulled her genital lips apart wondering it the lover had been swallowed alive by her taint. She was unsuccessful in finding him, until she felt a firm tickle coming from deep within her bowels, clearly haven been woken up by her giant forms constant writhing, or perhaps he had been reserving his energy for one last chance too escape her colon. She gave a wicked grin, flashing her teeth, her eyes wide with delight at the abhorrent filthy nature of feeling her partner trapped in the depths where her gas and shit flowed from. It was a selfish abusive type of love, an ideal relationship for a predatory woman like her. Lying back too get relaxed she lifted her legs up and held them there with her hands, allowing her ass cheeks to spread open, the cool air dancing across her dark wrinkled anus that to prepared to shit out her tiny victim, all the while a satisfied sexual grin was streaked across her face, and a sexual hum in her throat.

His squirming was growing more intense and more satisfying by the moment, not just from impatience too be free but a dread that Cassandra knew he was feeling, for there was more than just him in there, but also a familiar pressure, a need too expel her previous meals that had built up behind him, and were racing him too her rear exit. Slowly and succulently she began to push his pathetic little body out with the muscles of her colon, back and forth her greasy pucker vomited out as she tried to birth him from her like so many turds before him, only too instinctively suck him back in, up her ass, his writhing giving Cassandra a filthy stimulating shock that made her moan with pleasure, eyes shut as she focused solely of his frantic needs to escape from her next bowl movement. With another big push a small toot of fragrant gas escaped her ass, with a brief flickering sensation of his arms griping the rim of her oily orifice before muscle memory sucked him back in again, any screams or pleas he might have had were obscured by the rancid air from her fermenting waste, and her depraved moans and laughter she wailed out while enjoying the depraved defilement she inflicted on him. As she pushed out again his body lunged forward out her asshole, grabbing what ever he could and finding a grip upon her giant pubes that sprung from her ass crack, finding himself thankful she wasn't interested in grooming her nether reigns. Her fleshy pucker sucked on his fragile little body, and he held on with all his might, denying the stinking monster its meal. The squirming in her filthy ring and the tugging of her ass pubes spurred Cassandra into a greater lustful hunger, her right hand wandering down too her wet pussy and rubbing at her clit like an experienced pro, as she gave a romantic coo too her lover, turning this little experience into a full morning of fun and sin. With only one arm holding her ass open now, her colossal bum cheeks began to slowly collapse together, the weight of her ass applying a pressure that squeezed his body into the grimy walls of her poo hole, rubbing him into her sweat and excreted oils, the grotesque smell massaged into his face, as her body grew warmer and wetter from her pleasure.

Tyler: “CASSANDRA PLEASE, I'M GLAD YOUR HAVING YOUR FUN BUT... AHH!”, Tyler was cut off for a moment as he was sucked in by her rear hole, up too his elbows, head disappearing back into her colon before he tugged hard on her oily pubs, praying he didn't slip free from them, or that they didn't break loose form her skin. He managed too return too the surface, a squeaking fart accompanying him as her asshole rippled around him.

Tyler: “CASSANDRA, CASSANDRA PLEASE, I WANT TO COME OUT NOW PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TOO BE BURIED IN YOUR POOP, CASSANDRA?!”, he called out too her like a whining pup hoping for kindness, but all she gave him in return was a a deep maniacal laugh.

Cassandra: “SUFFER FOR ME MY LOVE, SQUIRM AND SCREAM INSIDE MY ASSHOLE, HUH HMMMMM!”, she called out in depraved domination, in between calls of pleasure. She acknowledged that she had heard him, and informed him that she didn't care, that his suffering was half the point, it was the fun. He knew this about her from the start, her nature, and loved her anyway, but was also worried that one day her fun would get him killed, and he really didn't want to be buried in his wife's giant poo.

Cassandra gave completely in too her lust as she rubbed at the fanny furiously, her cum spitting from between her legs from the sheer ferocity of her masturbation, all in twisted enjoyment of her lovers pleas and suffering inside her ass. She could feel a build up in her groin, a tidal wave of her female liquids dammed behind the wall of her pussies muscle, just waiting too let it all go. Her breathing got heavier, her moans louder until they echoed all around the room and down between her ass cheeks, till it was all Tyler, could hear, and in this dire moment he knew she wasn't stopping no matter what happened too him. He braised for the worst, Cassandra couldn't bare it any more, the dam broke, convulsing throttled her body as she came, and warm musky liquids shot from her urethra splashing against her hand in every direction, tainting the bedsheets further, that were already stain with her ass sweat. Her moans bellowed through the house, she let go off her leg, Tyler's plight an afterthought now as her muscular bum cheeks contracted together, the full force on him.

Tyler: “AHH CASS DON'T IT TOO MUCH TOO MUCH, CASSS!”, Tyler, with only one option to save himself, he let go and allowed her anus too swallow him alive again as it spasm, back into her filth, and her depths where at least her powerful muscles would not crush him. Her body stretched out, back arched in orgasmic ecstasy, fingers still fondling her lips and holes as she milked every last drop of pleasure from this act of marital rape, her mind focused on the pleasure of tormenting Tyler, feeling the wet squelch as he was sucked back up her bum.

Back inside the pitch black depths of the woman he loves, It wasn't long before he realised from smell and texture her constant pushing had shifted her waste further down, as his feet began too sink into a squelching goo beneath him, that smelled like death and rot.

Tyler: “CASSANDRA, OH GODDESS, IS THIS REALLY HOW I DIE, UH, CASSANDRA PLEASE LET ME OUT, I CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS, CASSANADRA!”, but within her ass his cries went unheard, only the guttural growl of gas from her intestines could be heard through her skin.

Cassandra's orgasm eventually subsided and she fell into a resting daze of satisfaction, with occasional gently moans in between her laboured breathing. Sweat ran down every part of her, coalescing in her folds and crevices. Her lower half was soaked with her cum, as well as her arm and her stomach and chest where her excretions had splashed off her palm and all over her. Cassandra's vagina and asshole pulsed with almost aching muscles that failed to acknowledge she had already cum, and was hungrily searching for more stimulation to feed their slimy maws. Deep within her ass she felt the familiar sensation of her lovers struggles, were now mixed with her eager need to take a shit, and she laughed wickedly at the putrid torture he must be going through inside her crap shoot. Lifting her ass too the side, and resting her head on her hand, she tensed and released a slow, warm, vulgar smelling fart that reverberated from her cheeks, accompanied by a groan of satisfaction after releasing some of the built up pressure within her. She smiled pleased with herself, though Tyler's struggles made it clear too her he was none too happy.

After a few more moments of bliss Cassandra conceded that the fun was over and the kids still needed to get ready, most likely opting too stay in their rooms and not disturb her during her fun, a lesson they had learned long ago lest they want to become accessories too her depraved activities. Slowly Cassandra arose from bed and made her way towards the bedroom door, passing her dark wood furnishings, decorated with plant life and occult charms. Her ass full with need and anticipation, had a slight pep in her step as she swayed her hips enjoying the sexiness of her domination, and supremacy over her man. Walking into the bathroom she decided too leave the door open in case anyone got curious as too what she was doing too their father, and wanted too join him, and unceremoniously lifted the toilet seat up and plopped her sweaty ass down. Reaching back she spread her plump cheeks a little, opening up the plummet from her asshole too the cold water below. She took a breathe and grunted as her bowls pushed her poo with her tiny husband trapped within towards her puckering exit, her mind focused on the pleasure, not so much sexual though was was some, but the satisfaction of a good poo, while humiliating Tyler. Her hands rested on the toilet seat as she used them to prop herself up too help the flow, and with one last strain her anus opened fully bulging outwards, towards the toilet bowl as she slowly expelled her long rancid turd with wet crackles. As her anus slipped back over her log, Tyler's half buried frame came into view, gasping for air and respite from the hell within his wife, as he was slowly squeezed out of her ass. With one last grunt from Cassandra she shat her husband out into the toilet water, with a low bass plop and a splash that kissed her asshole like a well done. Cassandra smiled with sinister delight after a wonderful morning with her husband, her gigantic ass looming over him with a gentle wiggle, as she listened too his faint panting and chocking, trying too get the water out of his lungs, while treading the chilling water of her toilet. Cassandra closed her eyes with a toothy grin, before letting rip a massive echoing fart on her husband followed by a torrent of piss, that pounded down on top of him. She sat there is bliss not needing too check on him, his panicked splashing was proof enough he was alive, and she wondering what delights her young would bring her today.