Secret Behind Close Doors

A special thanks to my editor/friend @Kenjisato for his help. His quick and precise editing allowed me to publish this so quickly.

Disclaimer: My story is entirely a work of imagination. It is based on SCAT fetish and may not intrigue some readers, so proceed with caution. All characters in the story are 18+. My intention is not to harm or disrespect anyone but to use these elements to share a spicy, erotic story.

{Story Continued From The Last Scene}

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When Rohan arrived, Savita, Rehema, and Soma were waiting for him. They made fun of him, played the video, and even pinched his belly for fun.

Rohan admitted his wrongdoing and begged them for mercy. Seeing the hope of change in his eyes, Savita felt a rush in her core. She made a deal with Rohan-- for the next six months, he must be their pet slave, and after they were done, he would be free. Rohan had no choice but to accept their deal.

The deal was just an excuse, Savita just wanted to give him a false hope, just to get some fun out of him. From then on, every Wednesday, he was summoned to the washroom. They abused him to their fullest. Although they all abused him a lot, it was Rehema, who abused him the most. She had a very special kind of hate for him-- using him as a punching bag for her own stress relief.

Although Rohan was in great pain and suffering, he never asked for any help or said a word to anyone. It wasn't clear if he was hiding it because he was ashamed, or if he believed this would give him some kind of redemption. Anyway, for Rohan, it would all end very soon, sooner than they all had expected.

Rohan shuffled through the rain-soaked streets, the droplets clinging to his glasses and obscuring his vision. His heart pounded as he made his way to the Evergreen Society's community washroom. The weight of the situation grew heavier with each step. As he stood in front of the washroom, his brain started to give him the silent reminder of that fateful night-- when he had been caught, and then abused by the three housewives-- Soma, Savita, and Rehema.

As he entered the washroom, Soma tossed a soggy wad of tissue paper at him.

"You are late again," Soma hissed.

"It is raining," Rohan said, with a soft but steady voice.

Rehema pummelled on the stall door, creating a loud blast-like sound. Rohan trembled and turned to his right; he looked up at Rehema, her eyes brimming with a mix of anger and hatred.

"Doesn't it look like today our shit-piggy is oinking a little louder?" Rehema said, keeping her voice heavy and tensed.

Rohan looked down, his eyes darting the white tiles of the floor. The three women stood before him, their expressions a blend of boredom and anticipation. Savita stood, her arms folded, a soft smile playing on her face, as she beckoned Rohan to come close to her.

Rohan slowly sauntered over to her, his legs trembling with fear. Savita put her arm over his shoulder and pulled him close to her, his face inches away from her breasts. Rohan could clearly see her erect nipples, as she wasn't wearing a bra.

She rubbed his hair, and said, "Today, I will tell you a secret." Her voice, soft and sweet, continued, asking, "Have you ever wondered what we were doing in this washroom, knowing that it was inaccessible after seven. We all know here that you came here to spy on us, but what about us? Why do you think we came here?

"Rohan, see, just like you, we had also found this place a perfect sanctuary for our dirty secrets. We have been using this washroom for a long time. Making it our own little hideout; this place has some attachment with our emotions. Heck, when Soma committed her first adultery with her ex, she brought him here."

Soma gave a shy laugh, agreeing with Savita's words.

Savita continued, "Anyway, so you see, that day we came here not to shit, but to sell. See, we are not like other housewives, who gossip to relieve their stress. Nah... nah, we are different, we use this place as our small shop to sell weed."

After finishing her sentence, Savita pulled out a small plastic bag filled with weed. Rohan had never seen weed in real life; the only piece of information he had, was that smoking weed was illegal in this state.

Suddenly, Rohan had an idea, he tried to sound smart, and said, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"No reason, just wanted to see your reaction after we tell you the truth," Savita said, calmly.

"Too bad that I don't care about all this, but I know someone who will definitely find this info very useful," Rohan said.

"Really?" Savita asked.

"I'm sure you all know Mr. Gupta, who lives on the first floor." Rohan continued, "He is the head of the police department."

Savita's face turned black, and she asked, "So?"

"So, I will tell him about all this," Rohan said, his voice then sounding loud and less shaky.

"Do you really think he would believe a shit-eating pervert like you over three innocent housewives?" Savita said, softly.

"Maybe not at first, but if he starts digging, eventually, he will find some dirt on you guys," Rohan said.

Savita's face turned serious and expressionless; she looked worried. Rohan, after all this time, felt like he had some hope for escaping this hell hole. But it all came crashing down with a hard slam on his head by Rehema. Rohan got pushed in from behind, and he fell, his chin hitting the cold floor pretty hard. A sharp cry escaped from his throat.

"Stop wasting our time, Savita di," Rehema said, impatiently. "Can you stop your foreplay? I'm not in the mood today."

Rohan turned back and looked at them. Soma burst out laughing, Rehema looked at them with irritation, and Savita rolled her eyes at Rehema.

"Thanks for killing the fun," she said, with disturbed tone. "I had planned so much for this, but no, madam had to ruin it. Don't come to the party, with your family issues."

Rohan, confused and shocked, couldn't understand what was going on here. Soma, who was laughing uncontrollably, finally stopped, but started laughing again after seeing Rohan's confused face.

"Go tell, Mr. Gupta, he will definitely be going to help you," Soma said, while laughing. "Okay... okay, here is another twist, Mr. Gupta and Savita di are secret lovers."

Rohan's face turned pale and cold, as he saw Savita making a cock-sucking gesture with her mouth and hand. For the first time, Rohan realized that his blackmailers weren't just some merciless housewives, they were maniacal, and their fetish was torturing others.

A wicked smile played on Savita's lips, as she sauntered over to him. She slowly pulled her saree up and bent forward to pull her panties down.

"Time to eat your dinner, little piggy," she said.

Rohan's stomach churned as he watched her squat over him. He saw her ass cheeks parting to reveal the dark, unwelcoming abyss of her anus. She moved slightly behind to adjust her holes. Soma and Rehema had circled him, their eyes gleaming with excitement. He could smell their sweat mingled with the faint scent of their perfumes.

There was a brief silence for a few minutes, when Rohan could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ventilator glass. Rohan felt the cold sweat trickling down his forehead as he waited, his heart raced in his chest. He could feel the heat emanating from her hairy pussy. His eyes watered, he didn't want to do this, but he had no choice.

Savita's hands moved to her stomach, and with that, she started pushing. Rehema stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with something darker.

"Open your mouth wider," she ordered, her voice laced with anger.

Rohan did as he was told. He saw Savita's anus walls spreading, and a brownish shit peeking through that hole, its tip was showing, but the body was struggling to come out. She kept on pushing, and with a sickening push, she released her shit.

A thick, long, brown log of a feces slithered out of her anus and straight into his mouth. The taste was unbearable, a mix of bitter and sour that filled his senses, making him want to retch. Soma gave a small clap for her successful dropping.

Savita leaned back, watching with a sadistic smile, as he tried to swallow the whole poop in one go.

"Chew your food, dear," she demanded, her voice laden with lust.

Rehema intervened, and said, "Do as she says, you filthy shit pig."

Rohan's eyes watered as he began to chew, the texture of the poop was lumpy and stiff. He felt a part of him die with every bite, slowly eating her poop like a chocolate bar. Seeing him eating her poop like that, Savita's horniness broke her limits.

Her hand moved to her pussy, her fingers sliding into the slick folds for her vagina, as she watched him eat. The sound of her finger going in and out of her wet pussy, filled the small space. She started masturbating, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she pinched her nipples through her blouse.

"Now clean me up," she said, her voice strained with arousal.

Rohan hadn't done eating, as one-third of her shit was still in his mouth, but he knew better than to argue. He extended his tongue and timidly started licking the poop-covered skin around her anus. As his wet, shit-covered tongue touched her, a loud moan escaped her throat.

A shiver ran down Soma's spine, as she watched with her hungry eyes; she could feel her panties getting wet between her legs.

Rohan felt a surge of anger, he wanted to punch on her pussy, and his fist clenched. But then a hard stomp on his right fist by Rehema made him scream, his anger doused by fear and pain. He knew about Rehema's abusive nature, and he didn't want to die by her hands, especially when he had promised to himself that he would change and be a better person.

Savita's climax approached, and her fingers moved faster. She, again, pinched her erect nipples and ground her clit against his nose, as she neared orgasm. Rohan's nostrils were being blocked by a slimy liquid. Her hips jiggled as she moved her bottom half.

Rohan's nose's tip moved on a slimy line; he was struggling to inhale. But Rehema grabbed his head tightly, restricting his movement.

Savita groaned with pleasure, and released her urine, spraying it across his face. He choked and gagged, but Rehema held his head firmly in place, forcing him to drink her piss. The taste was salty, burning his throat as he swallowed. The women watched as he choked, his face a mixture of disgust and despair.

Rohan didn't stop, his tongue moved against his will to clean the remaining of her poop. His mouth was filled with her pee and poop; he ignored that and kept cleaning. Savita's body tensed as she approached her climax.

Her breath grew ragged and her moans grew louder. Soma bit fingernail in anticipation. With a final grunt, Savita's orgasm hit her, and she released her milky pussy juice all over his nose. She was about to collapse on him, but Rehema and Soma grabbed her in time. Savita felt so satisfied, her breath came hot and heavy.

Soma and Rehema helped Savita to stand up, her legs trembling slightly. She turned around and looked down at him, his eyes filled with water and his mouth was bulging out. Rohan's mouth was filled with Savita's pee and in that, a small piece of her shit was floating.

"Swallow it, Rohan, don't act like you don't like it," Savita said, her voice dripping with mockery.

With all of his force, against his will, Rohan swallowed her pee and shit.

"Good boy," Savita said.

Soma, who had been holding it for a long time, wanted to go next, and as she was about to say that, Rehema cut her off.

"My turn," she snarled, her eyes flashing with anger.

Rohan looked at her, his vision blurred with tears. He knew that she was going to drop hell on him. Rehema's face was burning in anger, and seeing Rohan's round, fat face, somehow made her even angrier. She stepped forward, her ass jiggled in her tight yoga pants.

"You mother must have been a whore of some kind in her previous life, that she gave birth to a pig like you," Rehema spat, her voice, loud and clear.

She didn't hide her contempt for him, didn't bother with the pretense of enjoying the power play. She just wanted to hurt him, to take out her frustrations on someone weaker.

Rehema's husband had had his doubts of her for a long time. He felt like she was cheating on him with someone else, but he tried his best to counter his doubts with logic, but it all crashed down on last Friday night. Rehema's husband had seen her coming out of the shower with her phone; his already doubtful mind got more confused after seeing that.

So, he waited and when she went to the toilet, he grabbed her phone and started inspecting. His eyes widened with shock, as he discovered Rehema had locked all her social media apps with passwords. But luckily, the gallery was unlocked, as it was running in the background. He didn't find any suspicious photos, but as his hands clicked on the recycle bin, his eyes widened and his dick hardened. There were several photos of his wife in the shower. She was posing very sensually, and trying to hide her boobs; the steam was acting as a censor to her perversion.

After that, he confronted her, but she argued that she had taken them for fun, and he was overreacting. But in reality, she had taken those photos for her online boyfriends. But since that night, they had several fights and arguments, getting so bad that her husband went to stay with his parents for a few days.

Rehema was frustrated and redirected her anger onto Rohan. She started to tell herself that all this happening was his fault. She came to think his bad aura had caught her, and she was suffering because of him.

Rohan may be a pervert, but deep down, he felt an anger, when Rehema badmouthed his mother. His blood boiled and he couldn't resist; with his wobbly leg, he kicked on Rehema's right ankle. It wasn't a hard hit, she stumped back, but didn't fall.

Soma's eyes widened in surprise, she was somewhere between shocked and surprised. Savita, who was leaning on the stall, stood up straight as a wicked smile spread across her face. Savita started laughing, as she knew something terrifying was about to happen. Rohan's eyes darted to Rehema, and as their eyes met, Rohan's conscience told him to run.

Rohan's eyes were blurred from tears, as he realized he had dared to touch the beast, so right then, he had to pay the price. With raging anger, Rehema yelled, her scream hitting their ears, like thunder. Rehema, with full force, kicked his groin. Rohan screamed, his voice filled with pain and suffering. An ever-burning pain, gave shocks to his entire body; he crouched, and grabbed his groin in pain.

Rohan couldn't hold back, he screamed for help, his painful voice echoing off the walls of the washroom. Soma began to panic; she looked at Savita, then Rehema, whose eyes looked demonic while watching Rohan crying for help.

"Scream, your lungs out, motherfucker pig," Rehema said loudly, her voice sounding wilder and more restless.

She looked at Soma and asked her to hold him still.

Soma panicked, her eyes moved from Rehema to Savita, wondering if she should do what Rehema had said or not. Rohan went to stand up, but Rehema again kicked him on his chest. Savita, who was watching all this, finally made her move. She rushed in and held both of his arms, and asked Soma to grab his legs.

Rohan tried his best, but he wasn't strong enough to face three of them at once. Rehema pressed her right foot on his belly, making it deflate like a balloon. He screamed and with his remaining strength, he cried his mother's name.

With a vindictive smirk, Rehema pressed his throat.

"Momma isn't going to save you, pervert," Rehema barked.

She pressed and held his throat until his remaining stamina faded away. Rehema yanked down her own pants, revealing her enormous ass. Rehema squatted over his face. Soma and Rehema held his head by his hair, and forced him to open his mouth wide, by poking his cheeks with their nails.

Rehema spread her ass cheeks, and started to push. Soon, a thick, malicious-looking poop emerged from her anal hole. The poop was so big that it not only filled his mouth, but also splattered onto his face and eyes, making him practically blind.

The smell of the warm, wet shit and the sudden loss of vision made Rohan gag. He felt Rehema's weight shifting, and her ass coming down to squeeze his nose shut. He struggled, his body writhing in panic, but Soma and Savita forced him down. He tried to breathe through his mouth, but it was pointless-- the poop had already blocked his throat.

"Swallow it, you shit-eating son of a bitch," she hissed, her voice a sadistic whisper in his ear.

The pressure on his nose grew unbearable, and the taste of her poop filled his mouth and nose. With a final push, Rehema emptied herself, releasing a loud fart. The sound felt like a thunderclap in the small washroom, the stench filling the entire space.

With that, Savita started laughing, her pleasure heightened by the loud fart sound. She leaned back against the damp wall, her hand still holding his arm. Soma couldn't hold her breath, she covered her nose with her arm, her eyes watered from the stinky smell.

"You're doing so well, Rehema di," she encouraged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He's really going to learn his lesson this time."

Rohan felt the crushing weight of her ass on his face; he was going to suffocate. Rohan's eyes bulged as he desperately tried to draw a breath. Then panic set in, his body instinctively fighting against the revolting assault. He tried to move his head, but Rehema's ass grip was too strong.

Rehema's face was a mask of fury, her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed down harder, releasing another powerful burst of fart. Rohan's body convulsed beneath her, his muffled cries for air lost in the cacophony of laughter from Savita and of Rehema's farts. Soma's amusement turned to concern, but she didn't move to help.

Rohan's struggling grew weaker, his arms and legs flailing less and less. The room grew darker around the edges, the laughter of Savita turning into a distant, taunting echo.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Rehema stood up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her ass was covered in her own shit and three drops of pussy juice fell on Rohan's face as she stood up. She looked down at him, her expression one of surprise and a hint of satisfaction.

"Is he okay?" Soma asked, her voice laced with genuine worry.

But Rohan didn't respond. His body had gone limp, his eyes stared lifelessly up at the ceiling, his face buried in the mess of Rehema's shit. The room fell silent, except for the steady patter of rain and the sound of their heavy breathing. Soma and Rehema exchanged a nervous glance, realizing the game had gone too far. But Savita remained unfazed, a twisted smile on her face.

"You did it right," she said, with a shrug.

"Hua?" Soma asked, in a nervous tone.

"Do you know boys like him are a menace to this society and to the safety of women." Savita continued, "Rehema did us a favor. Don't you understand, a guy like him, who records his own mother pooping, can't be safe to hang around with."

Savita held Rehema's shoulder and shook her, bringing her back to her senses.

Rehema's expression remained hard, unyielding. "He was the one who spied on us," she said, her voice cold. "He deserved this."

"Right!!" Savita exclaimed.

The rain outside had turned into a storm, the drops pounding against the window like a furious drumbeat, echoing the panic in Soma's heart. As she stared at his lifeless form, the reality of their action weighed heavily on her.

Soma took a step back, her face felt colorless.

"What now?? We need to get rid of him," Soma murmured, her voice shaking.

"We can't let anyone find out," Rehema said, in a low, cold tone.

"Don't worry ladies, I will handle this," Savita said in a reassuring tone. "Now take her and go."