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The Pit Of Shit
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I’m in the dungeon belly of a used 747. The tail is marked with ‘THT’ but all the lettering in hold still say ‘KLM’. I am locked in a pillory and Bull ‘entertains’ me periodically.
I am being flown from Heathrow to St. Louis Lambert International Field. I was caught taking of the Boys of Detroit when Jimmy came home from the bar unexpectedly to get some cash from our stash drawer.
I’ve already been told I am going to be used to clean the Tree estate stable’s waste pond. Damn, can’t this plane fly any faster?!?!?! -Dorothy Brown
Tree
I am being flown from Heathrow to St. Louis Lambert International Field. I was caught taking of the Boys of Detroit when Jimmy came home from the bar unexpectedly to get some cash from our stash drawer.
I’ve already been told I am going to be used to clean the Tree estate stable’s waste pond. Damn, can’t this plane fly any faster?!?!?! -Dorothy Brown
Tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
OH YES, This is going to be good
must go to the shop for more tissues
must go to the shop for more tissues
riwa
Governor
Dottie screamed as she hung upside down in the soupy shit. Her body felt totally encompassed by the thick, oozing mass of warm animal waste. She had it in her mouth from screaming when she hit face first, but she was unable to spit it out without swallowing more chunks down.
She thrashed about like crazy, her mind unable to process the horrible realization she was now upside down in a big tank of farm animal shit. She lost big bursts of bubbles as she tried to hold her breath, not wanting to drown in her vile surroundings. Then she felt the post jerk as she was pulled upright.
She swung back up, clearing the surface while spewing chunks out of her mouth. She was slammed back into the upright position, grunting as she thumped into place. She shook her head while trying to blink the putrid chunks out of her eyes. Then she wailed her misery.
“I see, John,” she heard her James observe in a calm, clinical voice. “Very impressive. So you hit the plunger again and it brings them right up?”
“Right back up, James.”
“Brilliant, John; that’s bloody ingenious.”
“Why thank you, James; that’s nice of you to say.”
Dottie wailed her grief, trying to thrash away the clinging chunks of shit slithering down her naked body. That’s when she heard her husband ask, “Do you usually dunk them just the one time, John?”
“Oh not at all, James. I’ve found it often takes several really good dunks to put a stroppy bitch in her place.”
“Care to show me, John.”
“Glad to, James.”
“JAMES; NOOOO!” Then Dottie was pitching forward a second time, shrieking all the way down.
She hit the bubbling surface face first, swallowing another horrific mouthful. Then she was under again, swinging all the way down until she was hanging upside down in pitch black shit. She screamed and bubbled her terror. Then she was cumming… cumming so very hard while screaming her husband’s name…
Up above the men watched the bubbles explode up at the steaming surface, more bubbles than seemed normal. “Would that be more of the gases in the pit, John?” James asked casually.
“Unlikely,” the farmer answered with the faintest hint of a smile. “More likely I’d say Dottie is down there losing her breath from all those bubbly screams. I suspect it’s rather ghastly holding your breath upside down in a pit of shit. They probably can’t help screaming their bloody heads off down there.”
“You’re probably right,” James replied thoughtfully. “I guess that would explain the extra-large bubbles coming up.” Then John hit the plunger again. A moment later Dottie’s naked, shit-stained body emerged out of the pit to thump back into the upright position.
She shook her head again as she blinked the slime out of her eyes. She coughed and sputtered as though trying to spew the vile chunks out of her mouth. More chunks slid down her naked body, some remaining lodged in her hair while others hung off her boobs. A big chunk seemed nestled right in her crotch.
“And that’s all there is to it,” John finished, waving grandly at the tank.
“Brilliant, John. Mind if I have a go?”
“Not at all, James; go right ahead. After all, it’s your wife.”
“JAMES???!!! OH BLOODY HELL; NOOOO!” Then her husband hit the plunger just the way the farmer had shown him.
Dottie pitched forward once more, screaming at the top of her lungs until she hit the surface face first with a splat. There was a gurgling sound as she went down before another eruption of bubbles popped up to the steaming surface to blend with her severely wriggling feet…
It was pitch black; she couldn’t see a thing. All she could feel was warm shit enveloping her, wrapping her up in its arms. She could feel it in her mouth, fondling her breasts, caressing her legs. She was sure it was even invading her pussy, fucking her with its warm, disgusting chunks!
Dottie screamed and gurgled, swallowing down another mouthful of shit. Then she was cumming again; she just couldn’t help herself. Surely it was her body’s way of reacting to such horrifying abuse.
She was delirious when she felt the post jerk her back up. She came out of the bubbling, steaming sludge until she thumped back into the upright position. She panted weakly, trying to blink the slime out of her eyes so she could see what the two men were going to do next.
They were still standing by the post, conversing with each other as though dunking a woman in shit was a normal, everyday occurrence. She heard her husband calmly tell their neighbor, “Quite remarkable. How many times did you say a woman who forgets to pay you should be dunked?”
“I’d certainly agree it should be far more than the three she’s received so far; wouldn’t you agree, James?”
“Yes, John; I believe I would. Forgetting to pay your tab is a serious offense, especially when it’s your wife who’s the forgetful one. Would you mind if I dunked her again, John… dunked her to remind her not to be so forgetful?”
“By all means, James.”
“JAMES, NOOOOO!! I’M SAW-REEEEEEE!” Then she was pitching forward again, screaming at the top of her lungs before she could remind herself it wasn’t a good idea having her mouth open while falling forward.
She hit face first and swallowed down another disgusting mouthful. Then she was upside down in thick, warm shit, wriggling and writhing and squirming about. Once more she was cumming up a storm, cumming so very, very hard as her body thrashed about against the post she was secured to while screaming her husband’s name over and over and over again…
James hit the plunger again. The two men watched as the surface of the shit tank undulated, a big bulge developing until Dottie’s naked body emerged once more. She dripped chunks of shit off her naked body as she swung all the way back up into an upright position, more chunks slithering down her chest and legs.
She blinked her eyes as she panted weakly, occasionally coughing and sputtering. She was feeling delirious from the horror, delirious from the pleasure of cumming so very hard. She let out a mournful wail at the humiliation of it all. Then she heard her husband ask the farmer, “How many payments did she miss, John?”
“Today was the fourth payment she missed, James.”
“And how many times have you sent her down?”
“I believe I sent her down twice.”
“Then I would say you owe her at least two more dunks; wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, I would, James.”
“JOHN; NOOOOO!” Then Dottie was pitching over yet again, crying out in horror at the prospect of being dunked all over again.
Once more she forgot to close her mouth. And once more she swallowed shit as the post swung her all the way down until once more she was standing on her head. She couldn’t identify exactly what it was she was chewing on… a combination of horse, chicken and lamb perhaps? All she knew was that she was screaming her breath away as she was devastated by yet another incredible orgasm…
Up above farmer and husband watched impassively as more bubbles exploded up at the surface, mixing with the floating, steaming contents. “I’d say she screamed again,” John observed.
“It’s rather arousing, wouldn’t you say, John? I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve become rather hard just watching my naked wife get dunked in shit.”
“Oh yes, James; it is indeed arousing. I’ve gotten hard many, many times dunking naked, stroppy bitches in the shit tank. Hearing their screams… seeing them with shit slithering down their nude bodies… seeing all those explosive bubbles come to the surface… what’s not to like?”
“Is it time to bring her back up, John?”
“I suppose so, James.” The farmer reluctantly hit the plunger and a moment later Dottie’s naked body emerged out of the bubbling stew to thump back into the upright position.
She coughed and sputtered while trying to blink the slime out of her eyes. That’s when James noticed his wife’s body language. “I believe she’s been orgasming down there, John,” he observed with a knowing smile.
“It certainly looks like it, James. I’ve noticed many women have orgasms when they’re dunked in shit. It must be the body’s reaction to such incredible humiliation.”
“If she’s been cumming down there then I suspect she’s probably looking forward to the next dunk you’ll be giving her, am I right?”
“Then I guess I’d better give it to her now, James.” Then Dottie was crying out as she pitched forward again. James could have sworn he heard his blushing bride hollering, “YEEESSSSSSSSS!” all the way down.
Once more Dottie hit face first with a splat before remembering to close her mouth much too late. So once more she was swallowing shit all the way down. She hit the bottom standing on her head, and immediately launched herself into yet another powerful orgasm.
She thrashed about like crazy, her body shuddering as she screamed her bliss. She had never experienced such pleasure before. It was so utterly humiliating that her body was responding the only way it knew how: by orgasming. And it was pure joy!!
She felt the post start to jerk her back up. It was a good thing too; she was on the verge of losing her breath. Then she was emerging up out of the warm, bubbling steaming sludge, coughing and spewing chunks as she panted weakly for breath. She tried blinking the slime out of her eyes until she could just make out the two men standing over by the post.
“Give me a minute, John?”
“Certainly James. Want me to step away?”
“No – no; this won’t take long.” Then he walked around the tank toward his bride.
Dottie sagged in relief; her ordeal was coming to an end. She was weak as water; those orgasms had really wrung it right out of her. Then she felt James pulling her back from the brink. It was a good thing the kids were at grandmas; it was going to take a lot of effort just to scrub herself clean.
She was standing there panting for breath when she saw her husband start to shed his clothes… “James, what are you doing?” He never said a word. He just finished stripping before stepping up right in front of her.
His cock was hard; apparently her dunking had affected him greatly. He bent his knees a little until he found her opening. Then he thrust up into her, fucking her hard right there on the post while farmer John watched from his position over by the plunger!
Dottie was humiliated all over again. But it was so incredibly arousing she just couldn’t help herself. It only took a couple of minutes before James was pumping an impressive load into her pussy while she was screaming his name in orgasm.
He pulled out and then wiped her face with his hand so she could see him. “Bloody hell, darling; it’s wonderful!” she panted breathlessly.
“I thought so,” he said with an amused smile. Then he stepped behind her and gave the post a shove, hollering over at the farmer, “One more for the forgetful bitch, John!”
The post rolled on the rails as Dottie screamed, “YES, JOHN; YESSSS!” Then it hit the end of the rails and she started to pitch right over. Dottie screamed her joy before hitting face first with yet another splat, once more getting a nasty mouthful of the putrid stuff to swallow down.
She orgasmed all the way down, her body writhing and thrashing about as she screamed her breath away. It was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced. It made her wonder how many more times she should consider “forgeting” to make a payment just so James and John could bring her back to the shit tank for more horrifically delicious dunks…
Up above James asked John for a hosepipe to wash off the shit from fucking his wife. “It’s over there,” the farmer pointed out helpfully. James went over and turned it on, rinsing himself off.
“I hope you don’t mind what I did to my wife right in front of you,” he said after he’d hosed himself down.
“Not to worry, James; it’s a natural reaction.” Then he hit the plunger again, bringing her back up. Dottie came up coughing and sputtering, her eyes all glazed over as chunks of shit slithered down her naked body.
“Is that all there is to it?” James wanted to know, watching his wife as she panted tiredly for breath.
“Pretty much, James,” the farmer admitted. “…although I sometimes give them a rapid set of dunks for being so stroppy. Your wife could probably use a few for being so forgetful.”
“Show me,” James declared, looking right at his wife. The farmer hit the plunger and Dottie pitched forward again, shrieking all the way down as she cried out her joy and humiliation.
The bubbling surface settled right down after Dottie disappeared from sight. About five seconds later John hit the plunger again. Dottie came right back up, coughing and sputtering and spewing chunks.
She was barely back to her upright position when the farmer hit the plunger again. Dottie cried out as she went right back down, hitting face first and then disappearing as a sudden eruption of bubbles indicated she was screaming in orgasm again. Five seconds later John was bringing her back up.
She was barely back in position before John hit the plunger again. Down she went, screaming her joy before hitting face first and swallowing another mouthful. “Brilliant, John; a quick series of dunks,” James observed.
“Exactly… straightens ‘em right up, James… that is, if the previous dunks haven’t already straightened ‘em up.” Then he hit the plunger again, bringing Dottie back up. She thumped back into her upright position, panting tiredly as she coughed and sputtered.
“Mind if I give it a try, John?”
“Go right ahead, James. After all it’s your wife.”
“But it’s your late payment, John, so I think she deserves it.” Then he slammed his hand down on the plunger. His wife screamed, “YESSSSS!” as she went all the way down, splatting face first and then going right under until she was standing on her head again.
“Tell me what you do after you dip them in shit, John.” Then James hit the plunger, bringing his wife back up. She came up coughing and sputtering as she spit out more chunks.
“Well, usually I just hose ‘em right down,” the farmer admitted, motioning at the hosepipe as James absentmindedly hit the plunger again. Dottie went down screaming her head off before splatting and swallowing a mouthful of shit as she was stood upon her head again.
“And after that?” James asked, pausing five seconds before hitting the plunger and bringing his wife back up.
“Usually I’m so horny by then that I take ‘em into the barn and - if you’ll pardon the expression, James - I shag the shit out of ‘em.”
“Understandable,” James observed with a chuckle as he hit the plunger again. Dottie cried out as she pitched over once more, hitting with a splat and then going right down.
“What about my bride?” James wanted to know. “Have you ever been tempted to fuck her?”
“Oh, she’s a lovely gal, James. But she’s an incurable flirt… coming over here in those dresses showing off all that cleavage… and then forgetting her payment. Maybe she thinks I’ll be nice and just forget the whole thing over her beauty.”
James hit the plunger and brought her back up. Dottie came up sputtering, her eyes all glazed over. “Care to help me teach her a lesson about keeping her accounts current?” Then he hit the plunger yet again. His wife screamed his name as she pitched forward, hitting with a splat and then disappearing once more into the tank of shit.
“I’d love to have a go at her, James, but I value our friendship above all.”
“Then perhaps you’d value it enough to await us in the barn, John?”
“I look forward to it, James,” he said with a smile as he headed off toward the building.
“Make sure you’re ready for us!” James called out. Then he hit the plunger one more time, bringing his wife back up.
Dottie came up tiredly, sputtering chunks out of her mouth. She blinked the shit out of her eyes before looking all around. Her husband was the only one standing over by the post.
“John had to step away for a bit,” James told her by way of explanation, standing there nude as his cock stood stiffly. “I trust you’ve learned to keep your accounts current.”
“Yes, darling; yes,” she panted. “I’m really sorry.”
“I’m happy to hear that, darling,” he said as he hit the plunger one last time. Dottie went pitching forward, screaming in both horror and joy as she hit face first and then went down.
She shuddered hard in orgasm as she tried to hold her breath. It was so horrific, so utterly humiliating being dunked time and time again, that she just kept on having one cum after another. And having James and farmer John dunk her so casually had made it doubly erotic.
The post jerked her upright and she held her breath until she came up out of the tank of shit. She came all the way up where she eventually thumped back into position. Then a spray of cold water hit her, causing her to shriek from the chill.
James had a hosepipe and was spraying her down. At least this time she would not be forced to make the trek back home all naked and dripping of shit the way farmer John had forced her to this morning.
She thrashed about like crazy, her mind unable to process the horrible realization she was now upside down in a big tank of farm animal shit. She lost big bursts of bubbles as she tried to hold her breath, not wanting to drown in her vile surroundings. Then she felt the post jerk as she was pulled upright.
She swung back up, clearing the surface while spewing chunks out of her mouth. She was slammed back into the upright position, grunting as she thumped into place. She shook her head while trying to blink the putrid chunks out of her eyes. Then she wailed her misery.
“I see, John,” she heard her James observe in a calm, clinical voice. “Very impressive. So you hit the plunger again and it brings them right up?”
“Right back up, James.”
“Brilliant, John; that’s bloody ingenious.”
“Why thank you, James; that’s nice of you to say.”
Dottie wailed her grief, trying to thrash away the clinging chunks of shit slithering down her naked body. That’s when she heard her husband ask, “Do you usually dunk them just the one time, John?”
“Oh not at all, James. I’ve found it often takes several really good dunks to put a stroppy bitch in her place.”
“Care to show me, John.”
“Glad to, James.”
“JAMES; NOOOO!” Then Dottie was pitching forward a second time, shrieking all the way down.
She hit the bubbling surface face first, swallowing another horrific mouthful. Then she was under again, swinging all the way down until she was hanging upside down in pitch black shit. She screamed and bubbled her terror. Then she was cumming… cumming so very hard while screaming her husband’s name…
Up above the men watched the bubbles explode up at the steaming surface, more bubbles than seemed normal. “Would that be more of the gases in the pit, John?” James asked casually.
“Unlikely,” the farmer answered with the faintest hint of a smile. “More likely I’d say Dottie is down there losing her breath from all those bubbly screams. I suspect it’s rather ghastly holding your breath upside down in a pit of shit. They probably can’t help screaming their bloody heads off down there.”
“You’re probably right,” James replied thoughtfully. “I guess that would explain the extra-large bubbles coming up.” Then John hit the plunger again. A moment later Dottie’s naked, shit-stained body emerged out of the pit to thump back into the upright position.
She shook her head again as she blinked the slime out of her eyes. She coughed and sputtered as though trying to spew the vile chunks out of her mouth. More chunks slid down her naked body, some remaining lodged in her hair while others hung off her boobs. A big chunk seemed nestled right in her crotch.
“And that’s all there is to it,” John finished, waving grandly at the tank.
“Brilliant, John. Mind if I have a go?”
“Not at all, James; go right ahead. After all, it’s your wife.”
“JAMES???!!! OH BLOODY HELL; NOOOO!” Then her husband hit the plunger just the way the farmer had shown him.
Dottie pitched forward once more, screaming at the top of her lungs until she hit the surface face first with a splat. There was a gurgling sound as she went down before another eruption of bubbles popped up to the steaming surface to blend with her severely wriggling feet…
It was pitch black; she couldn’t see a thing. All she could feel was warm shit enveloping her, wrapping her up in its arms. She could feel it in her mouth, fondling her breasts, caressing her legs. She was sure it was even invading her pussy, fucking her with its warm, disgusting chunks!
Dottie screamed and gurgled, swallowing down another mouthful of shit. Then she was cumming again; she just couldn’t help herself. Surely it was her body’s way of reacting to such horrifying abuse.
She was delirious when she felt the post jerk her back up. She came out of the bubbling, steaming sludge until she thumped back into the upright position. She panted weakly, trying to blink the slime out of her eyes so she could see what the two men were going to do next.
They were still standing by the post, conversing with each other as though dunking a woman in shit was a normal, everyday occurrence. She heard her husband calmly tell their neighbor, “Quite remarkable. How many times did you say a woman who forgets to pay you should be dunked?”
“I’d certainly agree it should be far more than the three she’s received so far; wouldn’t you agree, James?”
“Yes, John; I believe I would. Forgetting to pay your tab is a serious offense, especially when it’s your wife who’s the forgetful one. Would you mind if I dunked her again, John… dunked her to remind her not to be so forgetful?”
“By all means, James.”
“JAMES, NOOOOO!! I’M SAW-REEEEEEE!” Then she was pitching forward again, screaming at the top of her lungs before she could remind herself it wasn’t a good idea having her mouth open while falling forward.
She hit face first and swallowed down another disgusting mouthful. Then she was upside down in thick, warm shit, wriggling and writhing and squirming about. Once more she was cumming up a storm, cumming so very, very hard as her body thrashed about against the post she was secured to while screaming her husband’s name over and over and over again…
James hit the plunger again. The two men watched as the surface of the shit tank undulated, a big bulge developing until Dottie’s naked body emerged once more. She dripped chunks of shit off her naked body as she swung all the way back up into an upright position, more chunks slithering down her chest and legs.
She blinked her eyes as she panted weakly, occasionally coughing and sputtering. She was feeling delirious from the horror, delirious from the pleasure of cumming so very hard. She let out a mournful wail at the humiliation of it all. Then she heard her husband ask the farmer, “How many payments did she miss, John?”
“Today was the fourth payment she missed, James.”
“And how many times have you sent her down?”
“I believe I sent her down twice.”
“Then I would say you owe her at least two more dunks; wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, I would, James.”
“JOHN; NOOOOO!” Then Dottie was pitching over yet again, crying out in horror at the prospect of being dunked all over again.
Once more she forgot to close her mouth. And once more she swallowed shit as the post swung her all the way down until once more she was standing on her head. She couldn’t identify exactly what it was she was chewing on… a combination of horse, chicken and lamb perhaps? All she knew was that she was screaming her breath away as she was devastated by yet another incredible orgasm…
Up above farmer and husband watched impassively as more bubbles exploded up at the surface, mixing with the floating, steaming contents. “I’d say she screamed again,” John observed.
“It’s rather arousing, wouldn’t you say, John? I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve become rather hard just watching my naked wife get dunked in shit.”
“Oh yes, James; it is indeed arousing. I’ve gotten hard many, many times dunking naked, stroppy bitches in the shit tank. Hearing their screams… seeing them with shit slithering down their nude bodies… seeing all those explosive bubbles come to the surface… what’s not to like?”
“Is it time to bring her back up, John?”
“I suppose so, James.” The farmer reluctantly hit the plunger and a moment later Dottie’s naked body emerged out of the bubbling stew to thump back into the upright position.
She coughed and sputtered while trying to blink the slime out of her eyes. That’s when James noticed his wife’s body language. “I believe she’s been orgasming down there, John,” he observed with a knowing smile.
“It certainly looks like it, James. I’ve noticed many women have orgasms when they’re dunked in shit. It must be the body’s reaction to such incredible humiliation.”
“If she’s been cumming down there then I suspect she’s probably looking forward to the next dunk you’ll be giving her, am I right?”
“Then I guess I’d better give it to her now, James.” Then Dottie was crying out as she pitched forward again. James could have sworn he heard his blushing bride hollering, “YEEESSSSSSSSS!” all the way down.
Once more Dottie hit face first with a splat before remembering to close her mouth much too late. So once more she was swallowing shit all the way down. She hit the bottom standing on her head, and immediately launched herself into yet another powerful orgasm.
She thrashed about like crazy, her body shuddering as she screamed her bliss. She had never experienced such pleasure before. It was so utterly humiliating that her body was responding the only way it knew how: by orgasming. And it was pure joy!!
She felt the post start to jerk her back up. It was a good thing too; she was on the verge of losing her breath. Then she was emerging up out of the warm, bubbling steaming sludge, coughing and spewing chunks as she panted weakly for breath. She tried blinking the slime out of her eyes until she could just make out the two men standing over by the post.
“Give me a minute, John?”
“Certainly James. Want me to step away?”
“No – no; this won’t take long.” Then he walked around the tank toward his bride.
Dottie sagged in relief; her ordeal was coming to an end. She was weak as water; those orgasms had really wrung it right out of her. Then she felt James pulling her back from the brink. It was a good thing the kids were at grandmas; it was going to take a lot of effort just to scrub herself clean.
She was standing there panting for breath when she saw her husband start to shed his clothes… “James, what are you doing?” He never said a word. He just finished stripping before stepping up right in front of her.
His cock was hard; apparently her dunking had affected him greatly. He bent his knees a little until he found her opening. Then he thrust up into her, fucking her hard right there on the post while farmer John watched from his position over by the plunger!
Dottie was humiliated all over again. But it was so incredibly arousing she just couldn’t help herself. It only took a couple of minutes before James was pumping an impressive load into her pussy while she was screaming his name in orgasm.
He pulled out and then wiped her face with his hand so she could see him. “Bloody hell, darling; it’s wonderful!” she panted breathlessly.
“I thought so,” he said with an amused smile. Then he stepped behind her and gave the post a shove, hollering over at the farmer, “One more for the forgetful bitch, John!”
The post rolled on the rails as Dottie screamed, “YES, JOHN; YESSSS!” Then it hit the end of the rails and she started to pitch right over. Dottie screamed her joy before hitting face first with yet another splat, once more getting a nasty mouthful of the putrid stuff to swallow down.
She orgasmed all the way down, her body writhing and thrashing about as she screamed her breath away. It was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced. It made her wonder how many more times she should consider “forgeting” to make a payment just so James and John could bring her back to the shit tank for more horrifically delicious dunks…
Up above James asked John for a hosepipe to wash off the shit from fucking his wife. “It’s over there,” the farmer pointed out helpfully. James went over and turned it on, rinsing himself off.
“I hope you don’t mind what I did to my wife right in front of you,” he said after he’d hosed himself down.
“Not to worry, James; it’s a natural reaction.” Then he hit the plunger again, bringing her back up. Dottie came up coughing and sputtering, her eyes all glazed over as chunks of shit slithered down her naked body.
“Is that all there is to it?” James wanted to know, watching his wife as she panted tiredly for breath.
“Pretty much, James,” the farmer admitted. “…although I sometimes give them a rapid set of dunks for being so stroppy. Your wife could probably use a few for being so forgetful.”
“Show me,” James declared, looking right at his wife. The farmer hit the plunger and Dottie pitched forward again, shrieking all the way down as she cried out her joy and humiliation.
The bubbling surface settled right down after Dottie disappeared from sight. About five seconds later John hit the plunger again. Dottie came right back up, coughing and sputtering and spewing chunks.
She was barely back to her upright position when the farmer hit the plunger again. Dottie cried out as she went right back down, hitting face first and then disappearing as a sudden eruption of bubbles indicated she was screaming in orgasm again. Five seconds later John was bringing her back up.
She was barely back in position before John hit the plunger again. Down she went, screaming her joy before hitting face first and swallowing another mouthful. “Brilliant, John; a quick series of dunks,” James observed.
“Exactly… straightens ‘em right up, James… that is, if the previous dunks haven’t already straightened ‘em up.” Then he hit the plunger again, bringing Dottie back up. She thumped back into her upright position, panting tiredly as she coughed and sputtered.
“Mind if I give it a try, John?”
“Go right ahead, James. After all it’s your wife.”
“But it’s your late payment, John, so I think she deserves it.” Then he slammed his hand down on the plunger. His wife screamed, “YESSSSS!” as she went all the way down, splatting face first and then going right under until she was standing on her head again.
“Tell me what you do after you dip them in shit, John.” Then James hit the plunger, bringing his wife back up. She came up coughing and sputtering as she spit out more chunks.
“Well, usually I just hose ‘em right down,” the farmer admitted, motioning at the hosepipe as James absentmindedly hit the plunger again. Dottie went down screaming her head off before splatting and swallowing a mouthful of shit as she was stood upon her head again.
“And after that?” James asked, pausing five seconds before hitting the plunger and bringing his wife back up.
“Usually I’m so horny by then that I take ‘em into the barn and - if you’ll pardon the expression, James - I shag the shit out of ‘em.”
“Understandable,” James observed with a chuckle as he hit the plunger again. Dottie cried out as she pitched over once more, hitting with a splat and then going right down.
“What about my bride?” James wanted to know. “Have you ever been tempted to fuck her?”
“Oh, she’s a lovely gal, James. But she’s an incurable flirt… coming over here in those dresses showing off all that cleavage… and then forgetting her payment. Maybe she thinks I’ll be nice and just forget the whole thing over her beauty.”
James hit the plunger and brought her back up. Dottie came up sputtering, her eyes all glazed over. “Care to help me teach her a lesson about keeping her accounts current?” Then he hit the plunger yet again. His wife screamed his name as she pitched forward, hitting with a splat and then disappearing once more into the tank of shit.
“I’d love to have a go at her, James, but I value our friendship above all.”
“Then perhaps you’d value it enough to await us in the barn, John?”
“I look forward to it, James,” he said with a smile as he headed off toward the building.
“Make sure you’re ready for us!” James called out. Then he hit the plunger one more time, bringing his wife back up.
Dottie came up tiredly, sputtering chunks out of her mouth. She blinked the shit out of her eyes before looking all around. Her husband was the only one standing over by the post.
“John had to step away for a bit,” James told her by way of explanation, standing there nude as his cock stood stiffly. “I trust you’ve learned to keep your accounts current.”
“Yes, darling; yes,” she panted. “I’m really sorry.”
“I’m happy to hear that, darling,” he said as he hit the plunger one last time. Dottie went pitching forward, screaming in both horror and joy as she hit face first and then went down.
She shuddered hard in orgasm as she tried to hold her breath. It was so horrific, so utterly humiliating being dunked time and time again, that she just kept on having one cum after another. And having James and farmer John dunk her so casually had made it doubly erotic.
The post jerked her upright and she held her breath until she came up out of the tank of shit. She came all the way up where she eventually thumped back into position. Then a spray of cold water hit her, causing her to shriek from the chill.
James had a hosepipe and was spraying her down. At least this time she would not be forced to make the trek back home all naked and dripping of shit the way farmer John had forced her to this morning.
riwa
Governor
He rinsed her off before shutting off the hose. Then he pulled the platform back from the edge of the rails. He began to work the straps until she was free. She simply fell exhausted into his arms… “It was wonderful, darling.”
“No more forgetfulness?”
“Not unless you want to dunk me all over again, darling.” He chuckled as he led her away.
“Where are we going, love? What about my clothes?”
“John said we could use the barn for a few minutes.”
“Dreamy!” Dottie purred lustfully. But when they opened the barn door there was farmer John standing naked in a pile of straw, his cock saluting the shit-tank slut.
“Bloody hell!” Dottie gasped. James just pushed her down onto her knees… “Suck it, darling.”
“Are you s-sure??”
“I said ‘SUCK’!” and he grabbed her head and forced her. Dottie glugged as her husband forced her to suck their neighbor’s cock.
She grunted and gurgled with a mouthful of dick, humiliated she was sucking another man she knew as more than an acquaintance while her husband watched. Then James pulled her off and thrust his own cock between her lips. Dottie was forced to taste a dick that had fucked her shit-filled pussy just a short while ago!
She went back and forth on her knees in the straw of the barn, sucking one cock and then the other. It was humiliating as hell sucking another man right along with her husband. But it was also incredibly erotic, especially after her recent shit dunking.
James suddenly threw her down onto the bed of straw. Then he climbed on top, thrusting into her pussy as he started fucking her hard. Meanwhile farmer John knelt and forced her head sideways so he could enjoy fucking her mouth.
Dottie grunted and gurgled as she was fucked in both ends. It was embarrassing, but it was also arousing as hell. In no time at all she cried out as her husband fucked an orgasm right out of her erotically charged body.
She was a little disappointed he pulled out before cumming inside her, whereupon he motioned for their neighbor to have a go. Farmer John crawled on top and thrust his cock deep in her pussy. “Oh JOHN!” Dottie cried out as he started fucking her hard. At the same time her husband knelt by her head and fucked her face, forcing her to taste the remnants of her pussy on his cock… including shit residue!
She screamed again as another orgasm was fucked right out of her. Then John turned her over until she was lying on top of him, still fully impaled. That’s when her husband pushed against her arse from behind, forcing his way in and then fucking her hard as the two of them double-teamed her.
“FUCK ME, MY DARLINGS!” Dottie cried out. Then she screamed her orgasm again… screamed she was cumming again when she felt John’s seed pumping into her pussy while her husband fill her arse with his spunk.
Afterwards they made her suck their cocks clean. Then John went out and fetched their clothes so they could have some privacy changing in the barn. He also brought back the milk and eggs Dottie had forgotten from that morning. But Dottie was a happily dunked, thoroughly fucked woman as she and her husband walked home together with milk and eggs in hand.
Nine months later in the delivery room James remarked how their new baby boy had farmer John’s eyes as well as a remarkable resemblance to their neighbor’s facial features…
© 2016 (written for Dottie Mar 4 ’16 by riwa)
“No more forgetfulness?”
“Not unless you want to dunk me all over again, darling.” He chuckled as he led her away.
“Where are we going, love? What about my clothes?”
“John said we could use the barn for a few minutes.”
“Dreamy!” Dottie purred lustfully. But when they opened the barn door there was farmer John standing naked in a pile of straw, his cock saluting the shit-tank slut.
“Bloody hell!” Dottie gasped. James just pushed her down onto her knees… “Suck it, darling.”
“Are you s-sure??”
“I said ‘SUCK’!” and he grabbed her head and forced her. Dottie glugged as her husband forced her to suck their neighbor’s cock.
She grunted and gurgled with a mouthful of dick, humiliated she was sucking another man she knew as more than an acquaintance while her husband watched. Then James pulled her off and thrust his own cock between her lips. Dottie was forced to taste a dick that had fucked her shit-filled pussy just a short while ago!
She went back and forth on her knees in the straw of the barn, sucking one cock and then the other. It was humiliating as hell sucking another man right along with her husband. But it was also incredibly erotic, especially after her recent shit dunking.
James suddenly threw her down onto the bed of straw. Then he climbed on top, thrusting into her pussy as he started fucking her hard. Meanwhile farmer John knelt and forced her head sideways so he could enjoy fucking her mouth.
Dottie grunted and gurgled as she was fucked in both ends. It was embarrassing, but it was also arousing as hell. In no time at all she cried out as her husband fucked an orgasm right out of her erotically charged body.
She was a little disappointed he pulled out before cumming inside her, whereupon he motioned for their neighbor to have a go. Farmer John crawled on top and thrust his cock deep in her pussy. “Oh JOHN!” Dottie cried out as he started fucking her hard. At the same time her husband knelt by her head and fucked her face, forcing her to taste the remnants of her pussy on his cock… including shit residue!
She screamed again as another orgasm was fucked right out of her. Then John turned her over until she was lying on top of him, still fully impaled. That’s when her husband pushed against her arse from behind, forcing his way in and then fucking her hard as the two of them double-teamed her.
“FUCK ME, MY DARLINGS!” Dottie cried out. Then she screamed her orgasm again… screamed she was cumming again when she felt John’s seed pumping into her pussy while her husband fill her arse with his spunk.
Afterwards they made her suck their cocks clean. Then John went out and fetched their clothes so they could have some privacy changing in the barn. He also brought back the milk and eggs Dottie had forgotten from that morning. But Dottie was a happily dunked, thoroughly fucked woman as she and her husband walked home together with milk and eggs in hand.
Nine months later in the delivery room James remarked how their new baby boy had farmer John’s eyes as well as a remarkable resemblance to their neighbor’s facial features…
© 2016 (written for Dottie Mar 4 ’16 by riwa)
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh I`m a dead woman sheer exhaustion ,i can`t calm myself down.
right now i`m a pushover for any man ,i am just soaking wet through
OH RIWA, I LOVE YOU.
right now i`m a pushover for any man ,i am just soaking wet through
OH RIWA, I LOVE YOU.
riwa
Governor
If anybody asks, the reason I wrote this is from this email I got from the naughty Mrs. Brown
Dark Princess Takes A Dip
“I’m calling bollocks on this one.” Dark Princess took a sip of her tea as she sat out in Dorothy Brown’s garden with her host.
“No, love; it’s true. James took me down two weeks ago and had Farmer John duck me again just to drive the point home. I’ve not missed a payment since.”
“Dorothy, that’s crazy.”
“Crazy but true, love.”
“You don’t smell like you’ve been ducked in shit.”
“Two weeks of baths and lots of perfume. For a while the kids looked at me kind of funny. But with Farmer John down the road they think it’s mostly coming from him. The smell has pretty much worn off by now.”
“I still don’t believe it.” Then her expression changed as Dark Princess sniffed the air. “Wait a minute. Did the wind just shift?”
Dorothy smiled knowingly. “That would be John. Every time he gets a new request to duck a stroppy bitch he refills his tank. Sometimes the smell works its way up here if the wind is blowing in the right direction.”
“He’s ducking somebody right now??” Dark Princess was incredulous.
“Shall we go have a look, love? He won’t mind visitors.”
“I don’t know. It smells awful.”
“Not half as bad as being ducked in the stuff. C’mon, love. Let’s go see who he’s ducking today.”
Dark Princess reluctantly set out with Dorothy as they circled around the property, reached the drive and headed down the road. The farmer lived a short distance farther down. But the closer they got the worse the smell became.
“Dorothy, that smells horrible.”
“Imagine getting ducked in it.”
“I can’t! That would be disgusting.”
“It’s bloody humiliating all right. But it’s an incredible experience.”
“You act like it wasn’t so bad.”
“Do I?” Dorothy chuckled, shaking her head at herself.
They reached the farm and headed down the lane. “It’s right around this building by the barn,” Dorothy told her companion. “I’m sure John won’t mind us popping over to watch.”
When they rounded the corner Dark Princess gasped at an incredulous sight. A naked woman was standing on a rolling platform tied to some post. The platform was out on the end of a set of rails hovering above a canvas covered tarp. One man in coveralls was pulling the tarp off as another male stood over by some sort of plunger.
“That’s Sally and Renfro McMidgeon,” Dorothy observed thoughtfully. “I wonder what she did to deserve this. Probably ended up being a stroppy bitch once too often. Renfro must’ve had enough of it.”
The cover was pulled open and Dark Princess recoiled in horror. The smell was nearly overpowering as the bubbling, steaming contents were revealed. It was several shades of green and full of drifting chunks of every kind of farm animal waste.
Sally began to wail as she wriggled in horror. “Renfro, no! I’ll be good; I promise! Don’t do this to me!” Then she caught sight of the newcomers and hollered out, “Dorothy, get me the bloody hell off this contraption!”
Renfro turned and smiled at the newcomers. “Hi Dorothy. Who’s the lass you’ve got with you?” At the same time Farmer John looked up with a smile… “Hi love. Who’s the lady you brought along?”
“Hi John; Hi Renfro. Hi Sally.”
“Dorothy, tell this bloody bastard to get me out of this!”
“This is Dark Princess, John. She didn’t believe me when I told her what you did to me two weeks ago. We were having tea in my garden when the wind shifted.”
“You picked a good time to show up, Dorothy. Renfro here is just about to punish his stroppy wife.”
“Damn you, John; I am not stroppy! Don’t let him do this to me!”
“You’ve been a stroppy bitch all week, darling!”
“Don’t you ‘darling’ me, you bloody wanker! I don’t bloody deserve this, Renfro! Get me down from here right this instant!”
Dorothy leaned over and murmured to Dark Princess, “Like what you see? She’s naked and afraid. But see how excited she is despite her protests?”
“Bloody hell, love; she’s not excited! She’s terrified!”
“Oh yeah? Take a look at her nipples.”
They’re hard because she’s terrified! I’d be bloody terrified too if it were me!”
“It’s all ready for you, Renfro,” Farmer John told the man over at the plunger. Then he told the naked woman tied down to the post,” No hard feelings, Sally?”
“Go to hell, you bloody bugger! Renfro, get me down from here right now! This smells bloody awful!”
“You want down, you stroppy bitch? I’ll let you down!” And with that his hand came down on the plunger.
Dark Princess hear a distinct ding. A moment later Sally let out a terrified shriek as the hinged post she was secured to pitched her forward. Dark Princess inhaled in astonishment, jerking with a start the moment the poor, screaming woman hit that bubbling stew face first with a big splat.
“Oh bloody hell!” she gasped in complete and utter disbelief.
Sally completely disappeared into the steaming ooze. The only thing Dark Princess saw was the poor woman’s feet sticking up out of the bubbling pit. And those feet were wriggling like crazy.
“That should teach her a lesson,” Farmer John told Renfro with a laugh. “You won’t have to put up with her shit after today, not when she’s eating it.” Renfro laughed in return.
Dark Princess couldn’t believe it; the naked woman was still submerged! “How long are they going to keep her down there??” she murmured to her companion in alarm.
“About ten or fifteen seconds,” Dorothy replied. “…enough to drive the point home.” But Dark Princess thought her host sounded a little breathless and excited when she spoke about it.
Dark Princess heard a ding as Renfro slammed his hand on the plunger. She watched the bubbling pit in horrific fascination. A moment later a lengthy bulge appeared at the surface before the post swung Sally back up, steaming shit dripping off her naked body.
Chunks of animal waste seemingly clung to every inch of her as she came up. Then the post slammed her back into the upright position. A moment later she sputtered shit out of her mouth before letting out a mournful wail of grief.
Dark Princess gasped in horror. “Bloody hell, love! Did she actually get some in her mouth??”
“She screamed all the way down and hit face first with her mouth open. It was unavoidable.”
“How was that Mrs. McMidgeon?” Farmer John cheerfully called out.
“BLOODY AWFUL! Get me down from here, Renfro!!”
“That’s for being a stroppy bitch!” her husband called out. “This one’s for denying me for the past two weeks!” Then his hand came down upon the plunger a second time.
There was a distinct ding followed by a horrific scream as Sally pitched forward a second time. Dark Princess was sure she heard the poor bitch glub shit down her throat the moment she came in contact with that bubbling surface. A moment later the woman disappeared from view except for her wriggling feet and toes which by now had become streaked with shit.
“She’s completely ducked in shit, Dorothy?”
“Standing on her head in the pit until her husband decides to bring her back up.”
“That’s bloody awful!”
But if that was the case then why the hell was she trembling so? And why was she experiencing such a horrific arousal??
It was a long fifteen seconds before Renfro hit the plunger again. There was that familiar ding as the feet appeared to shift in the bubbling ooze. A moment later Sally’s wriggling form bulged at the surface before emerging up into the air, big chunks of shit falling off her totally coated body.
She was thumped upright again where she blinked a couple of times in order to blink the shit out of her eyes. She started coughing and spewing chunks as though she’d just swallowed something nasty. Then she let out another mournful wail.
Dark Princess noticed Farmer John had walked up to join them. “Here to have another go, love?” he asked Dorothy with a smile.
“I’m just showing my friend here how the stories about you ducking deserving stroppy bitches are all true.”
“Guilty as charged,” he replied with a chuckle. “But are you sure you don’t want to have another go at it?” Dorothy didn’t answer, but Dark Princess thought she seemed breathless as hell.
“Had enough?” Renfro called out to his wife.
“Bloody hell yes!”
“Then one more for good measure should just about do it before we get you out of there!”
“NOOO!” Then his hand came down upon the plunger.
Sally screamed bloody murder above the *ding* as she pitched forward on the hinged post. She hit face first with a sickening splat. Then she disappeared from view again, leaving only her feet poking out of the bubbling caldron and wriggling like crazy. Dark Princess shuddered with revulsion mixed with a strange arousal.
She looked at Dorothy only to notice how agitated her friend had become. Dorothy seemed quite breathless and excited. Was it true; was the kinky bitch just as excited about this as she had now become??
It seemed like an awfully long fifteen seconds before Renfro hit the plunger again. There was a ding followed by the appearance of a bulge at the surface of the steaming tank. Then Sally came up out of the slimy, smelly sludge.
She was slammed back into the upright position, causing little chunks of shit to fly off her naked body. Dark Princess stared in disbelief. Then the poor woman started coughing and spewing more chunks.
This time there was no forlorn wail… only a sense of resignation. But there was something else. The woman now had that glow about her, the one she instantly recognized as a woman caught up in the aftereffects of orgasm.
“I guess that’s enough, darling,” Renfro told his wife with a smile. A moment later Farmer John aimed a hosepipe in her direction. Dark Princess watched as the poor woman was hosed down until parts of pale flesh began to emerge from underneath the green sludge.
There was something strangely erotic about the whole thing – naked flesh covered with slimy green ooze, the poor woman’s screams, the way she hit the surface and glubbed shit as she went down, those feet wriggling like crazy. Mrs. McMidgeon actually looked kind of sexy covered in all that muck. Strange how she found herself aroused by all this despite that overpowering stench.
Sally was hosed down until she returned to normal, other than looking like a drowned rat. Renfro went over and pulled the platform along the rails back from the edge of the pit. When he kissed his wife she seemed properly affectionate and submissive.
“That should be good for a month or two,” Dorothy leaned over to tell her friend. “…except of course when she wants to get ducked again. Then she’ll be stroppy and he’ll have to bring her back. I have no doubt John will be ducking her again within the next three months.”
“Dorothy, you’re crazy!”
“Am I, love? I can tell how excited you’ve become just watching all this.”
“I’m not excited; I’m bloody horrified! It smells awful.” Strange how even she wasn’t all that convinced by her words.
They watched as Renfro led his naked wife off toward the barn. That’s when Farmer John came over. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they shag like rabbits in there for a while. I’ll just leave them to it.”
“Got time for another one, John?” Dorothy asked with a sly grin. He looked at her with amusement.
“Oh it’s not me, John,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s Dark Princess here. I think she wants to experience a shit ducking for herself.”
“Now just a damn minute! I think this time you’ve gone too far, love! It smells bloody awful!”
“Think you’ve got time to squeeze her in, John?”
“I think I can accommodate her, Dorothy.”
“Now just a bloody minute! I only came here because you brought me down the lane, Dorothy.”
“I’d get out of those clothes if I were you, love. Otherwise it’ll take forever to get the smell out.”
“Dorothy, I’m not the least bit interested in…”
“You want to give me a hand with her, John?”
“Now just a damn minute…!”
“Oh c’mon, love! You’ve been wanting me to see you naked for months now. So here’s your opportunity to let me see you in all your naked glory.”
“Dorothy, this was NOT what I had in mind…”
“John, you want to help me get her out of these things and secure her to the post?”
“Dorothy, I don’t want to be ducked in shit today! John, you seem like a nice man but – hey, let me go! Dorothy, you showed it to me so now I want to go home and – bloody hell, don’t take my clothes off?!”
Her protests fell on deaf ears as they worked to undress her. They were not rough or crude about it. They were simply firm in their determination to make sure she was no longer clothed.
Dark Princess continued to protest as she was taken over to the post… “Bloody hell; that thing has shit on it! I don’t want to get shit on me?! Dorothy, what are you doing?? You can’t do this to me! I don’t want to – bloody hell!!”
She inhaled sharply as her back was pressed up against the shit stained post. Dark Princess got the shivers something fierce. By the time she thought about making a break for it the opportunity had already passed her by as they began securing her to the post.
“You look lovely,” Dorothy told her. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, I think shit is good for the skin.”
“This is not funny, love! I insist you release me from this post! John, I really don’t want to be ducked in your crazy pit today, ok?? Dorothy, STOP IT!”
She began to hyperventilate as they finished securing her to the post. The smell was horrible, the ooze against her back made her wriggle uncomfortably. Standing on the shit stained platform in her bare feet made her tremble with fright. But what really terrified her was seeing the steaming contents bubbling up from the surface of the tank at the end of the rails.
“There; all set?” Dorothy asked with a smile, patting her on the shoulder.
“You’ve told me your shit story and I believe you now! You don’t have to do this to me! John, I don’t want to be ducked!”
“She’s probably been a stroppy bitch to somebody somewhere, John. We’re probably doing them a favor giving her a good ducking, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Dorothy, get me off this post! This smells terrible and I’m feeling faint!”
“Don’t worry, love. A good duck in the pit will liven you right up.”
“Dorothy, NO!” Then she screamed as her friend pushed her platform forward along the rails.
She rolled out until she was sure she was going to roll right off into the bubbling caldron… “STOP OR I’LL FALL IN!” The platform came to a halt at the very end, causing her to cry out. When she looked down she could see the smelly, bubbling contents directly below her as though beckoning to her.
She looked over to see her friend casually walking over to the plunger. “Dorothy; NO!” she gasped. She was hyperventilating so bad it was damned near impossible to catch her breath.
“Trust me, love; there’s no better way to fully understand what it feels like unless you’ve take a ride in John’s shit pit for yourself.”
“I BELIVE YOU – I BELIEVE YOU! JUST LET ME DOWN FROM HERE… AND I DON’T MEAN DOWN INTO THE PIT!”
“You tell me you don’t want to be ducked, love. But your body says otherwise. Your nipples are really hard and your crotch looks wet as hell.”
“I’m scared out of my bloody mind, ok? Dorothy, get me off this thing! This really smells bad! I don’t want a shit bath today, ok?”
“Are you sure, love? After two or three duckings you may not want to stop.”
“Dorothy, please don’t do this to me!”
“Think of all the times you tried to seduce me, love. Consider this my revenge.”
“I’m sorry, ok? I’ll never try to seduce you again!”
“You can’t help yourself, love. So I think I’m going to enjoy putting you through a proper ducking.”
“Dorothy; NO! Bloody hell; my heart won’t take this!” It was beating a mile a minute. Now the smell was really overpowering.
She could see slimy green chunks floating around at the surface below her feet. There were chunks of shit from all kinds of animals floating around down there. Dark Princess was on the verge of hysterics.
“This is for all the times you tried to seduce me, love.”
“I take it all back! You’ve shown me the pit; now let’s go back to your house!”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this one, John.”
“She sure looks scared, Dorothy.”
“JOHN, DON’T LET HER DO THIS TO ME – NOOOOOO!”
Dorothy’s hand hovered over the plunger and then started to come down. At the last second it stopped. Dark Princess panted like crazy, her eyes wide in terror as her heart hammered in her chest. Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples painfully hard.
“Aww, I couldn’t do that to you, love. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be.”
Dark Princess panted like crazy. Was it nothing but a joke; was she about to be pulled back from the brink? A moment later Dorothy eagerly called out “Eat shit, love!” as her hand came down…
*Ding*
Dark Princess screamed as the post pitched her forward. A moment later she hit the bubbling surface face first. But that didn’t stop her. She kept on going until she was standing on her head totally immersed in pitch black, warm steaming animal waste.
The initial contact with the surface was agonizing enough. She got a mouthful of the stuff from screaming her fool head off. But now she was upside down, her body wriggling like crazy as she screamed and screamed.
For a panic filled moment she was sure the post was going to lose her and she was going to slip off and drown in shit. Then she started screaming anew as the contents of the tank seemed to totally envelop her, wrapping her up in a warm blanket of the foulest, vilest sludge ever imagined.
Dark Princess Takes A Dip
“I’m calling bollocks on this one.” Dark Princess took a sip of her tea as she sat out in Dorothy Brown’s garden with her host.
“No, love; it’s true. James took me down two weeks ago and had Farmer John duck me again just to drive the point home. I’ve not missed a payment since.”
“Dorothy, that’s crazy.”
“Crazy but true, love.”
“You don’t smell like you’ve been ducked in shit.”
“Two weeks of baths and lots of perfume. For a while the kids looked at me kind of funny. But with Farmer John down the road they think it’s mostly coming from him. The smell has pretty much worn off by now.”
“I still don’t believe it.” Then her expression changed as Dark Princess sniffed the air. “Wait a minute. Did the wind just shift?”
Dorothy smiled knowingly. “That would be John. Every time he gets a new request to duck a stroppy bitch he refills his tank. Sometimes the smell works its way up here if the wind is blowing in the right direction.”
“He’s ducking somebody right now??” Dark Princess was incredulous.
“Shall we go have a look, love? He won’t mind visitors.”
“I don’t know. It smells awful.”
“Not half as bad as being ducked in the stuff. C’mon, love. Let’s go see who he’s ducking today.”
Dark Princess reluctantly set out with Dorothy as they circled around the property, reached the drive and headed down the road. The farmer lived a short distance farther down. But the closer they got the worse the smell became.
“Dorothy, that smells horrible.”
“Imagine getting ducked in it.”
“I can’t! That would be disgusting.”
“It’s bloody humiliating all right. But it’s an incredible experience.”
“You act like it wasn’t so bad.”
“Do I?” Dorothy chuckled, shaking her head at herself.
They reached the farm and headed down the lane. “It’s right around this building by the barn,” Dorothy told her companion. “I’m sure John won’t mind us popping over to watch.”
When they rounded the corner Dark Princess gasped at an incredulous sight. A naked woman was standing on a rolling platform tied to some post. The platform was out on the end of a set of rails hovering above a canvas covered tarp. One man in coveralls was pulling the tarp off as another male stood over by some sort of plunger.
“That’s Sally and Renfro McMidgeon,” Dorothy observed thoughtfully. “I wonder what she did to deserve this. Probably ended up being a stroppy bitch once too often. Renfro must’ve had enough of it.”
The cover was pulled open and Dark Princess recoiled in horror. The smell was nearly overpowering as the bubbling, steaming contents were revealed. It was several shades of green and full of drifting chunks of every kind of farm animal waste.
Sally began to wail as she wriggled in horror. “Renfro, no! I’ll be good; I promise! Don’t do this to me!” Then she caught sight of the newcomers and hollered out, “Dorothy, get me the bloody hell off this contraption!”
Renfro turned and smiled at the newcomers. “Hi Dorothy. Who’s the lass you’ve got with you?” At the same time Farmer John looked up with a smile… “Hi love. Who’s the lady you brought along?”
“Hi John; Hi Renfro. Hi Sally.”
“Dorothy, tell this bloody bastard to get me out of this!”
“This is Dark Princess, John. She didn’t believe me when I told her what you did to me two weeks ago. We were having tea in my garden when the wind shifted.”
“You picked a good time to show up, Dorothy. Renfro here is just about to punish his stroppy wife.”
“Damn you, John; I am not stroppy! Don’t let him do this to me!”
“You’ve been a stroppy bitch all week, darling!”
“Don’t you ‘darling’ me, you bloody wanker! I don’t bloody deserve this, Renfro! Get me down from here right this instant!”
Dorothy leaned over and murmured to Dark Princess, “Like what you see? She’s naked and afraid. But see how excited she is despite her protests?”
“Bloody hell, love; she’s not excited! She’s terrified!”
“Oh yeah? Take a look at her nipples.”
They’re hard because she’s terrified! I’d be bloody terrified too if it were me!”
“It’s all ready for you, Renfro,” Farmer John told the man over at the plunger. Then he told the naked woman tied down to the post,” No hard feelings, Sally?”
“Go to hell, you bloody bugger! Renfro, get me down from here right now! This smells bloody awful!”
“You want down, you stroppy bitch? I’ll let you down!” And with that his hand came down on the plunger.
Dark Princess hear a distinct ding. A moment later Sally let out a terrified shriek as the hinged post she was secured to pitched her forward. Dark Princess inhaled in astonishment, jerking with a start the moment the poor, screaming woman hit that bubbling stew face first with a big splat.
“Oh bloody hell!” she gasped in complete and utter disbelief.
Sally completely disappeared into the steaming ooze. The only thing Dark Princess saw was the poor woman’s feet sticking up out of the bubbling pit. And those feet were wriggling like crazy.
“That should teach her a lesson,” Farmer John told Renfro with a laugh. “You won’t have to put up with her shit after today, not when she’s eating it.” Renfro laughed in return.
Dark Princess couldn’t believe it; the naked woman was still submerged! “How long are they going to keep her down there??” she murmured to her companion in alarm.
“About ten or fifteen seconds,” Dorothy replied. “…enough to drive the point home.” But Dark Princess thought her host sounded a little breathless and excited when she spoke about it.
Dark Princess heard a ding as Renfro slammed his hand on the plunger. She watched the bubbling pit in horrific fascination. A moment later a lengthy bulge appeared at the surface before the post swung Sally back up, steaming shit dripping off her naked body.
Chunks of animal waste seemingly clung to every inch of her as she came up. Then the post slammed her back into the upright position. A moment later she sputtered shit out of her mouth before letting out a mournful wail of grief.
Dark Princess gasped in horror. “Bloody hell, love! Did she actually get some in her mouth??”
“She screamed all the way down and hit face first with her mouth open. It was unavoidable.”
“How was that Mrs. McMidgeon?” Farmer John cheerfully called out.
“BLOODY AWFUL! Get me down from here, Renfro!!”
“That’s for being a stroppy bitch!” her husband called out. “This one’s for denying me for the past two weeks!” Then his hand came down upon the plunger a second time.
There was a distinct ding followed by a horrific scream as Sally pitched forward a second time. Dark Princess was sure she heard the poor bitch glub shit down her throat the moment she came in contact with that bubbling surface. A moment later the woman disappeared from view except for her wriggling feet and toes which by now had become streaked with shit.
“She’s completely ducked in shit, Dorothy?”
“Standing on her head in the pit until her husband decides to bring her back up.”
“That’s bloody awful!”
But if that was the case then why the hell was she trembling so? And why was she experiencing such a horrific arousal??
It was a long fifteen seconds before Renfro hit the plunger again. There was that familiar ding as the feet appeared to shift in the bubbling ooze. A moment later Sally’s wriggling form bulged at the surface before emerging up into the air, big chunks of shit falling off her totally coated body.
She was thumped upright again where she blinked a couple of times in order to blink the shit out of her eyes. She started coughing and spewing chunks as though she’d just swallowed something nasty. Then she let out another mournful wail.
Dark Princess noticed Farmer John had walked up to join them. “Here to have another go, love?” he asked Dorothy with a smile.
“I’m just showing my friend here how the stories about you ducking deserving stroppy bitches are all true.”
“Guilty as charged,” he replied with a chuckle. “But are you sure you don’t want to have another go at it?” Dorothy didn’t answer, but Dark Princess thought she seemed breathless as hell.
“Had enough?” Renfro called out to his wife.
“Bloody hell yes!”
“Then one more for good measure should just about do it before we get you out of there!”
“NOOO!” Then his hand came down upon the plunger.
Sally screamed bloody murder above the *ding* as she pitched forward on the hinged post. She hit face first with a sickening splat. Then she disappeared from view again, leaving only her feet poking out of the bubbling caldron and wriggling like crazy. Dark Princess shuddered with revulsion mixed with a strange arousal.
She looked at Dorothy only to notice how agitated her friend had become. Dorothy seemed quite breathless and excited. Was it true; was the kinky bitch just as excited about this as she had now become??
It seemed like an awfully long fifteen seconds before Renfro hit the plunger again. There was a ding followed by the appearance of a bulge at the surface of the steaming tank. Then Sally came up out of the slimy, smelly sludge.
She was slammed back into the upright position, causing little chunks of shit to fly off her naked body. Dark Princess stared in disbelief. Then the poor woman started coughing and spewing more chunks.
This time there was no forlorn wail… only a sense of resignation. But there was something else. The woman now had that glow about her, the one she instantly recognized as a woman caught up in the aftereffects of orgasm.
“I guess that’s enough, darling,” Renfro told his wife with a smile. A moment later Farmer John aimed a hosepipe in her direction. Dark Princess watched as the poor woman was hosed down until parts of pale flesh began to emerge from underneath the green sludge.
There was something strangely erotic about the whole thing – naked flesh covered with slimy green ooze, the poor woman’s screams, the way she hit the surface and glubbed shit as she went down, those feet wriggling like crazy. Mrs. McMidgeon actually looked kind of sexy covered in all that muck. Strange how she found herself aroused by all this despite that overpowering stench.
Sally was hosed down until she returned to normal, other than looking like a drowned rat. Renfro went over and pulled the platform along the rails back from the edge of the pit. When he kissed his wife she seemed properly affectionate and submissive.
“That should be good for a month or two,” Dorothy leaned over to tell her friend. “…except of course when she wants to get ducked again. Then she’ll be stroppy and he’ll have to bring her back. I have no doubt John will be ducking her again within the next three months.”
“Dorothy, you’re crazy!”
“Am I, love? I can tell how excited you’ve become just watching all this.”
“I’m not excited; I’m bloody horrified! It smells awful.” Strange how even she wasn’t all that convinced by her words.
They watched as Renfro led his naked wife off toward the barn. That’s when Farmer John came over. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they shag like rabbits in there for a while. I’ll just leave them to it.”
“Got time for another one, John?” Dorothy asked with a sly grin. He looked at her with amusement.
“Oh it’s not me, John,” she said with a knowing smile. “It’s Dark Princess here. I think she wants to experience a shit ducking for herself.”
“Now just a damn minute! I think this time you’ve gone too far, love! It smells bloody awful!”
“Think you’ve got time to squeeze her in, John?”
“I think I can accommodate her, Dorothy.”
“Now just a bloody minute! I only came here because you brought me down the lane, Dorothy.”
“I’d get out of those clothes if I were you, love. Otherwise it’ll take forever to get the smell out.”
“Dorothy, I’m not the least bit interested in…”
“You want to give me a hand with her, John?”
“Now just a damn minute…!”
“Oh c’mon, love! You’ve been wanting me to see you naked for months now. So here’s your opportunity to let me see you in all your naked glory.”
“Dorothy, this was NOT what I had in mind…”
“John, you want to help me get her out of these things and secure her to the post?”
“Dorothy, I don’t want to be ducked in shit today! John, you seem like a nice man but – hey, let me go! Dorothy, you showed it to me so now I want to go home and – bloody hell, don’t take my clothes off?!”
Her protests fell on deaf ears as they worked to undress her. They were not rough or crude about it. They were simply firm in their determination to make sure she was no longer clothed.
Dark Princess continued to protest as she was taken over to the post… “Bloody hell; that thing has shit on it! I don’t want to get shit on me?! Dorothy, what are you doing?? You can’t do this to me! I don’t want to – bloody hell!!”
She inhaled sharply as her back was pressed up against the shit stained post. Dark Princess got the shivers something fierce. By the time she thought about making a break for it the opportunity had already passed her by as they began securing her to the post.
“You look lovely,” Dorothy told her. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, I think shit is good for the skin.”
“This is not funny, love! I insist you release me from this post! John, I really don’t want to be ducked in your crazy pit today, ok?? Dorothy, STOP IT!”
She began to hyperventilate as they finished securing her to the post. The smell was horrible, the ooze against her back made her wriggle uncomfortably. Standing on the shit stained platform in her bare feet made her tremble with fright. But what really terrified her was seeing the steaming contents bubbling up from the surface of the tank at the end of the rails.
“There; all set?” Dorothy asked with a smile, patting her on the shoulder.
“You’ve told me your shit story and I believe you now! You don’t have to do this to me! John, I don’t want to be ducked!”
“She’s probably been a stroppy bitch to somebody somewhere, John. We’re probably doing them a favor giving her a good ducking, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Dorothy, get me off this post! This smells terrible and I’m feeling faint!”
“Don’t worry, love. A good duck in the pit will liven you right up.”
“Dorothy, NO!” Then she screamed as her friend pushed her platform forward along the rails.
She rolled out until she was sure she was going to roll right off into the bubbling caldron… “STOP OR I’LL FALL IN!” The platform came to a halt at the very end, causing her to cry out. When she looked down she could see the smelly, bubbling contents directly below her as though beckoning to her.
She looked over to see her friend casually walking over to the plunger. “Dorothy; NO!” she gasped. She was hyperventilating so bad it was damned near impossible to catch her breath.
“Trust me, love; there’s no better way to fully understand what it feels like unless you’ve take a ride in John’s shit pit for yourself.”
“I BELIVE YOU – I BELIEVE YOU! JUST LET ME DOWN FROM HERE… AND I DON’T MEAN DOWN INTO THE PIT!”
“You tell me you don’t want to be ducked, love. But your body says otherwise. Your nipples are really hard and your crotch looks wet as hell.”
“I’m scared out of my bloody mind, ok? Dorothy, get me off this thing! This really smells bad! I don’t want a shit bath today, ok?”
“Are you sure, love? After two or three duckings you may not want to stop.”
“Dorothy, please don’t do this to me!”
“Think of all the times you tried to seduce me, love. Consider this my revenge.”
“I’m sorry, ok? I’ll never try to seduce you again!”
“You can’t help yourself, love. So I think I’m going to enjoy putting you through a proper ducking.”
“Dorothy; NO! Bloody hell; my heart won’t take this!” It was beating a mile a minute. Now the smell was really overpowering.
She could see slimy green chunks floating around at the surface below her feet. There were chunks of shit from all kinds of animals floating around down there. Dark Princess was on the verge of hysterics.
“This is for all the times you tried to seduce me, love.”
“I take it all back! You’ve shown me the pit; now let’s go back to your house!”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this one, John.”
“She sure looks scared, Dorothy.”
“JOHN, DON’T LET HER DO THIS TO ME – NOOOOOO!”
Dorothy’s hand hovered over the plunger and then started to come down. At the last second it stopped. Dark Princess panted like crazy, her eyes wide in terror as her heart hammered in her chest. Her pussy was throbbing, her nipples painfully hard.
“Aww, I couldn’t do that to you, love. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be.”
Dark Princess panted like crazy. Was it nothing but a joke; was she about to be pulled back from the brink? A moment later Dorothy eagerly called out “Eat shit, love!” as her hand came down…
*Ding*
Dark Princess screamed as the post pitched her forward. A moment later she hit the bubbling surface face first. But that didn’t stop her. She kept on going until she was standing on her head totally immersed in pitch black, warm steaming animal waste.
The initial contact with the surface was agonizing enough. She got a mouthful of the stuff from screaming her fool head off. But now she was upside down, her body wriggling like crazy as she screamed and screamed.
For a panic filled moment she was sure the post was going to lose her and she was going to slip off and drown in shit. Then she started screaming anew as the contents of the tank seemed to totally envelop her, wrapping her up in a warm blanket of the foulest, vilest sludge ever imagined.
Darkprincess69
High Priestess of Slaanesh
That's really great Riwa!
Gross and disgusting, but very arousing - thanks
eeeeew - I feel like I need a shower now after just reading it LOL
It's still not going to stop me trying to seduce Dorothy though
hehe
Gross and disgusting, but very arousing - thanks
eeeeew - I feel like I need a shower now after just reading it LOL
It's still not going to stop me trying to seduce Dorothy though
hehe
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Great Riwa Really Great i was orgasming
as my hand came down on the plunger
and dropped the princess in the shit.
Disney would never treat his princess`s
like that,but these are grown up games
and Dark Princess deserved and loved it.
as my hand came down on the plunger
and dropped the princess in the shit.
Disney would never treat his princess`s
like that,but these are grown up games
and Dark Princess deserved and loved it.
riwa
Governor
Dark Princess writhed and struggled; her feet wriggled about at the surface; she tried to scream at the top of her lungs. It was the worst thing she could have done as she got more shit into her mouth. This was a thousand times worse than what Dorothy had described.
How long had she been under? It felt like hours. It was pitch black, no matter how hard she tried to peer at her surroundings. And the stench was overpowering.
The post suddenly jerked her as it started to swing back up. A few seconds more and she would be out. She struggled to hold her breath, trying hard not to swallow anymore shit. Then it got light all around her.
She came up out of the bubbling caldron, feeling much lighter. She blinked her eyes and managed to blink the shit out of them. Then she was slammed back into the upright position, causing more chunks of shit to fall away.
She looked over to the post to see Dorothy and the farmer standing together. Dorothy was laughing her fool head off. Then the enormity of where she’d just been set in and she began to wail up at the heavens.
“How was that, love?” Dorothy called over. “Feeling a little less stroppy now?” In response Dark Princess let out a wail of grief.
She was proud of her features, proud of the way she took good care of herself. Now every square inch of her was covered in the slimy green sludge. She shook her head and cried out again, utterly horrified at the shit clinging to her naked body.
“The first one’s usually like that, love!” Farmer John called out to her. “The second one is worse now that you know what to expect.”
“Second one?? Bloody hell, Dorothy; you wouldn’t!! Once is bad enough! And it smells atrocious! Get me out of here!!”
“Right now I think I’ve got you right where I want you, love. This is for you trying to turn me!”
“Dorothy, noooo!” Then the hand came down a second time.
She heard the ding about the same time the post started to pitch her forward. Dark Princess let out a scream that would have made you think someone was knifing her to death. Then she hit face first with a splat, swallowing yet another mouthful of the vile stuff.
Down she went, writhing like crazy in the warm, bubbling ooze. She screamed her head off but it did no good. Then she was upside down again, disoriented as hell and totally freaked out as she was forced to wait it out.
It felt like the nasty sludge was enveloping every inch of her naked, quivering body. She could feel it oozing into her holes, intimately violating her. And she was certain she would never get the smell out of her hair.
She felt it swell within her, that feeling of utter horror and sheer panic. Then it burst forth in a bubbly scream as she violently thrashed about. She was trying to escape, trying to break free of the post, trying to get to the surface, trying to get as far away as possible from the violating chunks of animal waste clinging to her body.
The desperation began to swell inside her; they were keeping her down far too long. She could feel her body begin to respond as though a release was the only alternative she had left. Then she felt the post jerk against her body as it started to swing her back up.
Her mind screamed for the post to hurry it up. Her lungs were heaving, she didn’t want to drown in this shit! Then she emerged out of the slimy, bubbling concoction, swinging all the way back up into the upright position.
She violently shook her head as though wanting to shake all the shit out of her face and hair. She coughed and sputtered vile chunks out of her mouth. Then she began to wail forlornly.
She blinked shit out of her eyes only to see Dorothy laughing her bloody head off again. She tried to throw a tantrum, tried to shake loose of the coils that bound her to the post. Her so-called friend just laughed at her…
“You’re a sight to behold, love… naked and covered in shit!”
“Oh DOROTHY; it’s TERRIBLE!”
“It’s not so bad once you get used to it, love. The third time is usually the charm.”
“THIRD time?? Dorothy; NO! You WOULDN’T!”
“Eat shit, love!” Then she brought her hand down on the plunger. Dark Princess screamed at the ding as the post pitched her forward.
She saw the surface rising up to meet her and struggled like hell to avoid it. But she couldn’t stop screaming. Then she hit face first with a splat, swallowing another horrid mouthful as she went right down.
She swung down until she came to an abrupt halt standing on her head again. It suddenly swelled within her until the dam broke. That’s when she shuddered in violent orgasm.
Everything dimmed around her as Dark Princess started cumming up a storm. She had never experienced anything so humiliating and yet so intensely pleasurable as being ducked in shit. For the very first time she finally had an inkling of what Dorothy had tried to explain to her in the garden back at her house.
She was fully enveloped in warm shit as it violated every pore of her being… and she climaxed hard. She was painfully aware of the humiliation of being dunked upside down in a pit of smelly, bubbling animal shit… and she climaxed hard. She had shit in her mouth and had probably swallowed some as well… and yet now she couldn’t stop cumming. It was her body’s reaction to such a horrific, disgusting humiliation.
She totally missed the jerk of the post as it started to swing her back up. She came up out of the slimy stew and slammed back into the upright position. Then she blinked her eyes, staring as if in a fog. Only now was the intensity of her orgasm starting to fade.
She looked numbly at Dorothy who was grinning back at her like that bloody Cheshire cat in that book. She blinked her eyes and coughed out chunks. But she didn’t wail. She was only aware of the pleasurable aftershocks her body was now experiencing.
“Take a look at her, John,” Dorothy said to the farmer. “Look at her eyes. It’s the same look I had when I finally broke the wall and had my first orgasm in that horrible pit. There’s nothing like it.”
Dark Princess panted weakly for breath, feeling numb and half drowned. And she was still experiencing aftershocks. She looked over at Dorothy who was now holding her hand over the plunger. “One more, love?” she asked with a smirk.
She wanted to say no, needed to say no, should have said no. But the intense pleasure of her experience overrode her senses. “DUCK ME AGAIN, LOVE!” she cried out at the top of her lungs, wondering who the hell had just uttered those insane words.
“I knew it!” Dorothy crowed. Then her hand came down on the plunger. Dark Princess heard the ding as she started to pitch forward. But this time she was screaming, “YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!”
She hit face first with another big splat, receiving yet another mouthful of the file stuff. Then she was cumming harder than last time… harder than she had ever cum in her life. The humiliation was unbelievable… and thus her body was responding the only way it knew how.
She bottomed out standing on her head, her body writhing and squirming like crazy. But she was screaming Dorothy’s name over and over again as she kept cumming and cumming. At that moment she could have drowned in shit and she would have been too drunk with orgasms to care.
All too soon the post jerked her back up, whereas before she couldn’t wait to get back to the surface. She emerged out of the pit all covered in the horrid sludge. She thumped back into the upright position as she blinked shit out of her eyes, coughing and sputtering. Then she shuddered from incredible aftershocks.
“Ok, love; let’s get you off that bloody contraption,” Dorothy suggested. Dark Princess nodded numbly. She wondered if she would ever get the smell of shit out of her hair.
Cold water from a hosepipe hit her full in the face. She let out a cry as Farmer John hosed her down. Then Dorothy came over and pulled the platform back from the brink.
John came over and the two set to freeing her from the post. “How was it?” Dorothy chuckled. “You do look rather sexy all covered in shit.”
“Lovely,” Dark Princess murmured, still in a daze. Dorothy just laughed, telling John she would probably snap out of it in a couple more minutes.
They freed her from the post as she seemed to come back to earth. Then her eyes began to blaze with lust. “Now it’s your turn, love,” she stated ominously, grabbing Dorothy by an arm. “I want to see you all naked and covered in shit.”
“Now just a minute,” Dorothy stammered. “I brought you down to show you the pit and for Farmer John to let you have a ride. I just got the smell out of my hair from the last time!”
“She’s right, love,” John told her as he grabbed the other arm. “It’s only fair to duck the both of you. Your friend’s had her go so now it’s your turn. If she wants to see you naked and covered in shit then I think it would only be rude to deny her, don’t you?”
“John, I didn’t come here for that!” Dorothy gasped. But Dark Princess had noticed Dorothy’s breathless excitement the entire time. If she herself had cum hard totally submerged in that vile pit of shit then she wanted to see Dorothy cum as well. What a treat that would be!
“Now wait a minute!” Dorothy blurted out.
“You don’t want to go down in these fine clothes, do you love?” her friend suggested as she started to force Dorothy out of them. For her this was a dream come true being allowed to forcibly undress the sexy tart.
“You stay out of this; this is between John and I!”
“But I say you’re going to eat shit, love.”
“John, how will I explain this to James??”
“Maybe your friend here can explain it to him,” he suggested with a sly wink.
“No problem,” Dark Princess chuckled. “I’ll simply tell him you and I had a torrid love affair with the pit of shit.”
“Bloody hell, love; you wouldn’t!”
“Let’s get her out of these things and get her strapped to the post.”
“Fine with me, John. I want to see this dirty bitch all covered in shit.”
“Dark Princess, I can’t believe this! I only brought you down here to show you John’s setup.”
“And then you made me show you my goodies, darling. It’s only fair I get to see yours.”
“John, you’ve got to stop this!”
“Stop what?” It was the voice of Sally McMidgeon as she and her husband came out of the barn in their clothes.
John smiled at them both. “We’re just getting Dorothy ready for a good ducking in the pit of shit.”
“Let me help you!” Renfro’s wife gasped excitedly.
“Sally; NO!”
“I think I’m going to enjoy seeing this,” Renfro added with enthusiasm.
“You and I both, love,” Dark Princess added as she helped take Dorothy’s clothes off.
Mrs. Brown was soon naked, writhing and squirming as John showed the women how to secure her to the post. Sally seemed gleeful at getting to see Dorothy ducked in shit for a change. And although they had dressed, it looked as though Renfro was beginning to sport a serious bulge in his pants.
They finally got Dorothy secured to the post even though she wriggled and squirmed the entire time. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” Dark Princess breathed into her ear. Dorothy blushed as the woman lightly caressed her heaving breasts with her fingers.
“All those times I tried to seduce you when all I had to do was bring you down here to Farmer John and his shit pit. What a fool I’ve been.”
“D-Dark P-Princess… p-please…”
“I ate shit, love; now it’s your turn. But I think you’re looking forward to it.” Hands roamed her quivering breasts as fingers played with extremely erect nipples.
“P-p-please d-d-don’t. It’s so…”
“…embarrassing? You mean the way you embarrassed me by gleefully ducking me in shit? Now it’s your turn to be naked and covered in that slimy green ooze, love. And if you must know, you’ve got me all hot and bothered just thinking about it.”
Farmer John laughed as he impatiently called out, “Are you going to stand there making out with our Dorothy, Dark Princess? Or are you going to duck her in shit?”
“This dirty bitch is going to eat shit all right, John; I intend to make certain of that! But since this is probably the only time I’ll get to do this I’m going to make the most of it!” He couldn’t help laughing at that.
“Just look how embarrassed she is!” Sally observed to her husband, pointing at poor Dorothy with a wicked a grin.
“I’ve never seen Mrs. Brown that red faced before,” Renfro remarked.
“D-Dark Princess; p-p-please… n-not in front of the others…”
“Are you wet, love? Let’s see if you’re wet.” Then fingers wriggled down and penetrated an intimate opening.
“You ARE wet… and sticky as hell, aren’t you! I should have known you’d be looking forward to having your turn in the pit of shit.”
If anything Dorothy’s face flushed a darker shade of crimson. Sally and Renfro laughed as Dark Princess continued to finger her. Dorothy couldn’t help clenching around the digits wriggling inside her.
“Oh, so you like that, do you?”
“P-p-please, love… p-p-please don’t…”
“I knew it all the time, love. Deep down I knew it all the time.”
“Can I have the first one?” Sally McMidgeon called out.
“It’s all yours, love!” Dark Princess called out, giving Dorothy an abrupt shove from behind. The bound woman screamed as it rolled right to the end of the rails.
“Eat Shit, you bloody tart!” Sally cried out as she slammed her hand down on the plunger.
There was a distinct ding as the post started to pitch her forward. Dorothy screamed as she went over until she hit face first with a splat. In seconds her body had disappeared, swinging all the way to the bottom where she was stood upon her head. Farmer John and the McMidgeons laughed uproariously.
How long had she been under? It felt like hours. It was pitch black, no matter how hard she tried to peer at her surroundings. And the stench was overpowering.
The post suddenly jerked her as it started to swing back up. A few seconds more and she would be out. She struggled to hold her breath, trying hard not to swallow anymore shit. Then it got light all around her.
She came up out of the bubbling caldron, feeling much lighter. She blinked her eyes and managed to blink the shit out of them. Then she was slammed back into the upright position, causing more chunks of shit to fall away.
She looked over to the post to see Dorothy and the farmer standing together. Dorothy was laughing her fool head off. Then the enormity of where she’d just been set in and she began to wail up at the heavens.
“How was that, love?” Dorothy called over. “Feeling a little less stroppy now?” In response Dark Princess let out a wail of grief.
She was proud of her features, proud of the way she took good care of herself. Now every square inch of her was covered in the slimy green sludge. She shook her head and cried out again, utterly horrified at the shit clinging to her naked body.
“The first one’s usually like that, love!” Farmer John called out to her. “The second one is worse now that you know what to expect.”
“Second one?? Bloody hell, Dorothy; you wouldn’t!! Once is bad enough! And it smells atrocious! Get me out of here!!”
“Right now I think I’ve got you right where I want you, love. This is for you trying to turn me!”
“Dorothy, noooo!” Then the hand came down a second time.
She heard the ding about the same time the post started to pitch her forward. Dark Princess let out a scream that would have made you think someone was knifing her to death. Then she hit face first with a splat, swallowing yet another mouthful of the vile stuff.
Down she went, writhing like crazy in the warm, bubbling ooze. She screamed her head off but it did no good. Then she was upside down again, disoriented as hell and totally freaked out as she was forced to wait it out.
It felt like the nasty sludge was enveloping every inch of her naked, quivering body. She could feel it oozing into her holes, intimately violating her. And she was certain she would never get the smell out of her hair.
She felt it swell within her, that feeling of utter horror and sheer panic. Then it burst forth in a bubbly scream as she violently thrashed about. She was trying to escape, trying to break free of the post, trying to get to the surface, trying to get as far away as possible from the violating chunks of animal waste clinging to her body.
The desperation began to swell inside her; they were keeping her down far too long. She could feel her body begin to respond as though a release was the only alternative she had left. Then she felt the post jerk against her body as it started to swing her back up.
Her mind screamed for the post to hurry it up. Her lungs were heaving, she didn’t want to drown in this shit! Then she emerged out of the slimy, bubbling concoction, swinging all the way back up into the upright position.
She violently shook her head as though wanting to shake all the shit out of her face and hair. She coughed and sputtered vile chunks out of her mouth. Then she began to wail forlornly.
She blinked shit out of her eyes only to see Dorothy laughing her bloody head off again. She tried to throw a tantrum, tried to shake loose of the coils that bound her to the post. Her so-called friend just laughed at her…
“You’re a sight to behold, love… naked and covered in shit!”
“Oh DOROTHY; it’s TERRIBLE!”
“It’s not so bad once you get used to it, love. The third time is usually the charm.”
“THIRD time?? Dorothy; NO! You WOULDN’T!”
“Eat shit, love!” Then she brought her hand down on the plunger. Dark Princess screamed at the ding as the post pitched her forward.
She saw the surface rising up to meet her and struggled like hell to avoid it. But she couldn’t stop screaming. Then she hit face first with a splat, swallowing another horrid mouthful as she went right down.
She swung down until she came to an abrupt halt standing on her head again. It suddenly swelled within her until the dam broke. That’s when she shuddered in violent orgasm.
Everything dimmed around her as Dark Princess started cumming up a storm. She had never experienced anything so humiliating and yet so intensely pleasurable as being ducked in shit. For the very first time she finally had an inkling of what Dorothy had tried to explain to her in the garden back at her house.
She was fully enveloped in warm shit as it violated every pore of her being… and she climaxed hard. She was painfully aware of the humiliation of being dunked upside down in a pit of smelly, bubbling animal shit… and she climaxed hard. She had shit in her mouth and had probably swallowed some as well… and yet now she couldn’t stop cumming. It was her body’s reaction to such a horrific, disgusting humiliation.
She totally missed the jerk of the post as it started to swing her back up. She came up out of the slimy stew and slammed back into the upright position. Then she blinked her eyes, staring as if in a fog. Only now was the intensity of her orgasm starting to fade.
She looked numbly at Dorothy who was grinning back at her like that bloody Cheshire cat in that book. She blinked her eyes and coughed out chunks. But she didn’t wail. She was only aware of the pleasurable aftershocks her body was now experiencing.
“Take a look at her, John,” Dorothy said to the farmer. “Look at her eyes. It’s the same look I had when I finally broke the wall and had my first orgasm in that horrible pit. There’s nothing like it.”
Dark Princess panted weakly for breath, feeling numb and half drowned. And she was still experiencing aftershocks. She looked over at Dorothy who was now holding her hand over the plunger. “One more, love?” she asked with a smirk.
She wanted to say no, needed to say no, should have said no. But the intense pleasure of her experience overrode her senses. “DUCK ME AGAIN, LOVE!” she cried out at the top of her lungs, wondering who the hell had just uttered those insane words.
“I knew it!” Dorothy crowed. Then her hand came down on the plunger. Dark Princess heard the ding as she started to pitch forward. But this time she was screaming, “YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!”
She hit face first with another big splat, receiving yet another mouthful of the file stuff. Then she was cumming harder than last time… harder than she had ever cum in her life. The humiliation was unbelievable… and thus her body was responding the only way it knew how.
She bottomed out standing on her head, her body writhing and squirming like crazy. But she was screaming Dorothy’s name over and over again as she kept cumming and cumming. At that moment she could have drowned in shit and she would have been too drunk with orgasms to care.
All too soon the post jerked her back up, whereas before she couldn’t wait to get back to the surface. She emerged out of the pit all covered in the horrid sludge. She thumped back into the upright position as she blinked shit out of her eyes, coughing and sputtering. Then she shuddered from incredible aftershocks.
“Ok, love; let’s get you off that bloody contraption,” Dorothy suggested. Dark Princess nodded numbly. She wondered if she would ever get the smell of shit out of her hair.
Cold water from a hosepipe hit her full in the face. She let out a cry as Farmer John hosed her down. Then Dorothy came over and pulled the platform back from the brink.
John came over and the two set to freeing her from the post. “How was it?” Dorothy chuckled. “You do look rather sexy all covered in shit.”
“Lovely,” Dark Princess murmured, still in a daze. Dorothy just laughed, telling John she would probably snap out of it in a couple more minutes.
They freed her from the post as she seemed to come back to earth. Then her eyes began to blaze with lust. “Now it’s your turn, love,” she stated ominously, grabbing Dorothy by an arm. “I want to see you all naked and covered in shit.”
“Now just a minute,” Dorothy stammered. “I brought you down to show you the pit and for Farmer John to let you have a ride. I just got the smell out of my hair from the last time!”
“She’s right, love,” John told her as he grabbed the other arm. “It’s only fair to duck the both of you. Your friend’s had her go so now it’s your turn. If she wants to see you naked and covered in shit then I think it would only be rude to deny her, don’t you?”
“John, I didn’t come here for that!” Dorothy gasped. But Dark Princess had noticed Dorothy’s breathless excitement the entire time. If she herself had cum hard totally submerged in that vile pit of shit then she wanted to see Dorothy cum as well. What a treat that would be!
“Now wait a minute!” Dorothy blurted out.
“You don’t want to go down in these fine clothes, do you love?” her friend suggested as she started to force Dorothy out of them. For her this was a dream come true being allowed to forcibly undress the sexy tart.
“You stay out of this; this is between John and I!”
“But I say you’re going to eat shit, love.”
“John, how will I explain this to James??”
“Maybe your friend here can explain it to him,” he suggested with a sly wink.
“No problem,” Dark Princess chuckled. “I’ll simply tell him you and I had a torrid love affair with the pit of shit.”
“Bloody hell, love; you wouldn’t!”
“Let’s get her out of these things and get her strapped to the post.”
“Fine with me, John. I want to see this dirty bitch all covered in shit.”
“Dark Princess, I can’t believe this! I only brought you down here to show you John’s setup.”
“And then you made me show you my goodies, darling. It’s only fair I get to see yours.”
“John, you’ve got to stop this!”
“Stop what?” It was the voice of Sally McMidgeon as she and her husband came out of the barn in their clothes.
John smiled at them both. “We’re just getting Dorothy ready for a good ducking in the pit of shit.”
“Let me help you!” Renfro’s wife gasped excitedly.
“Sally; NO!”
“I think I’m going to enjoy seeing this,” Renfro added with enthusiasm.
“You and I both, love,” Dark Princess added as she helped take Dorothy’s clothes off.
Mrs. Brown was soon naked, writhing and squirming as John showed the women how to secure her to the post. Sally seemed gleeful at getting to see Dorothy ducked in shit for a change. And although they had dressed, it looked as though Renfro was beginning to sport a serious bulge in his pants.
They finally got Dorothy secured to the post even though she wriggled and squirmed the entire time. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” Dark Princess breathed into her ear. Dorothy blushed as the woman lightly caressed her heaving breasts with her fingers.
“All those times I tried to seduce you when all I had to do was bring you down here to Farmer John and his shit pit. What a fool I’ve been.”
“D-Dark P-Princess… p-please…”
“I ate shit, love; now it’s your turn. But I think you’re looking forward to it.” Hands roamed her quivering breasts as fingers played with extremely erect nipples.
“P-p-please d-d-don’t. It’s so…”
“…embarrassing? You mean the way you embarrassed me by gleefully ducking me in shit? Now it’s your turn to be naked and covered in that slimy green ooze, love. And if you must know, you’ve got me all hot and bothered just thinking about it.”
Farmer John laughed as he impatiently called out, “Are you going to stand there making out with our Dorothy, Dark Princess? Or are you going to duck her in shit?”
“This dirty bitch is going to eat shit all right, John; I intend to make certain of that! But since this is probably the only time I’ll get to do this I’m going to make the most of it!” He couldn’t help laughing at that.
“Just look how embarrassed she is!” Sally observed to her husband, pointing at poor Dorothy with a wicked a grin.
“I’ve never seen Mrs. Brown that red faced before,” Renfro remarked.
“D-Dark Princess; p-p-please… n-not in front of the others…”
“Are you wet, love? Let’s see if you’re wet.” Then fingers wriggled down and penetrated an intimate opening.
“You ARE wet… and sticky as hell, aren’t you! I should have known you’d be looking forward to having your turn in the pit of shit.”
If anything Dorothy’s face flushed a darker shade of crimson. Sally and Renfro laughed as Dark Princess continued to finger her. Dorothy couldn’t help clenching around the digits wriggling inside her.
“Oh, so you like that, do you?”
“P-p-please, love… p-p-please don’t…”
“I knew it all the time, love. Deep down I knew it all the time.”
“Can I have the first one?” Sally McMidgeon called out.
“It’s all yours, love!” Dark Princess called out, giving Dorothy an abrupt shove from behind. The bound woman screamed as it rolled right to the end of the rails.
“Eat Shit, you bloody tart!” Sally cried out as she slammed her hand down on the plunger.
There was a distinct ding as the post started to pitch her forward. Dorothy screamed as she went over until she hit face first with a splat. In seconds her body had disappeared, swinging all the way to the bottom where she was stood upon her head. Farmer John and the McMidgeons laughed uproariously.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh Dark Princess has got me at last,
i belong to her now, OH MY GOD,
I am so ashamed because i liked it.
Oh Riwa, what have you done to me
what have you turned me into, i
have been awakened to a different
kind of sex life, Dunk me again
Princess ,and more than once,
then take me home with you.
put me in your bed between you
and your partner,i am leaving
home and staying with you
i belong to her now, OH MY GOD,
I am so ashamed because i liked it.
Oh Riwa, what have you done to me
what have you turned me into, i
have been awakened to a different
kind of sex life, Dunk me again
Princess ,and more than once,
then take me home with you.
put me in your bed between you
and your partner,i am leaving
home and staying with you
Darkprincess69
High Priestess of Slaanesh
Darkprincess69
High Priestess of Slaanesh
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
riwa
Governor
Dark Princess was not the least bit self-conscious she was still nude. All she could do was stare at Dorothy’s wriggling feet, imagining what it must be like for her right now. After all, both she and Sally knew exactly what the dirty bitch was experiencing.
She panted for breath, watching with great excitement as the seconds ticked by. Strangely she was becoming quite aroused seeing Mrs. Brown’s feet cocking and curling like crazy. The smell was still incredibly bad. But she couldn’t believe how erotic the whole damned thing had become, especially since she and Dorothy were now the only ones naked.
Bubbles erupted at the surface of the steaming sludge. But she didn’t know if they were from the gases or Dorothy’s erotic screams. That’s when Sally finally hit the plunger, the sound of the ding indicating Dorothy’s time standing on her head had mercifully come to an end.
Dark Princess watched as the surface of the pit gave way to an incredible sight. Dorothy came up out of the bubbling ooze totally covered in shit. Chunks slithered down her naked body as she was brought back up into the upright position.
She blinked her eyes as she spit out chunks of the vile stuff. Then she violently shook her head as she let out a wail. Dark Princess chuckled as she pulled the platform back to where she was standing.
“So now the dirty bitch is all covered in animal shit, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so sexy. How was it love?” Dorothy let out another anguished wail of humiliation in reply.
“Shit all over; that’s a good color for you,” she purred. Then she actually reached out and started fondling Dorothy’s breasts again. It no longer seemed to matter she was getting shit on herself after she’d already been hosed off.
“How about down here?” she chuckled, reaching down to finger her pussy. “You’re wet as hell, love. You’ve got a lot of shit crammed up in your pussy, don’t you!”
“P-p-please…” Dorothy whimpered, unable to stop clenching around the fingers wriggling inside her.
“How about you, Mr. McMidgeon?” Dark Princess called over. “Would you like to have a turn ducking this dirty bitch?”
“Would I?” That’s when he eagerly stepped up to the plunger.
“Make this dirty bitch eat shit, love!” Then she pushed Mrs. Brown hard from behind.
Dorothy cried out as she rolled all the way to the end of the rails. The platform stopped abruptly, causing her to grunt as she jerked to a halt. Then Renfro brought his hand down on the plunger.
There was a familiar ding as she pitched forward on the hinged platform. She shrieked up at the heavens before she hit with a sickening splat. Then she disappeared into the bubbling, steaming contents until only her feet were left wriggling violently up at the surface.
Dark Princess had to gasp to catch her breath at the eroticism of it all. Farmer John watched with clinical interest. Mr. McMidgeon stared with a lustful expression while his wife breathlessly panted, “Bloody hell, that’s so hot! The tart is getting exactly what she deserves!”
A big burst of bubbles erupted up at the surface. The McMidgeons gasped with delight as Farmer John smiled. Dark Princess had to catch her breath again, all too aware of another orgasm beginning to rise up within her.
Renfro finally hit the plunger, the ding indicating Dorothy was on her way back up. The surface undulated until her naked, shit-covered body came out of the slimy ooze, dripping of all sorts of animal waste. She came all the way up until she thumped once more into the upright position.
Dorothy blinked the shit out of her eyes as she coughed up more chunks. Then she let out another mournful wail. The first two dunks were the worst; Dark Princess was fully aware of that. It was the ones that came later that were truly remarkable.
She pulled the platform back until Dorothy was right there with her. “So how was that for a dirty bitch?” she asked with an amused chuckle. Dorothy let out another cry as she violently shook her head, throwing chunks of shit everywhere. Some splattered on Dark Princess, but by now she didn’t seem to mind anymore
“You’re right; it’s quite an experience, isn’t it?” Then she cooed softly at her as she started molesting her boobs again.
Dorothy writhed and whimpered, unable to escape. The fact that Farmer John and a married couple were watching her molestation with amused interest only added to her humiliation. This was not something she had counted on when she’d determined to bring the woman down the lane to observe Farmer John and the pit of shit in action.
“You really are sexy all covered in shit, love,” Dark Princess purred at her. “I’ll bet you’re wet as hell too. The third one is horrific, but it’s the one where your body finally gives in, am I right?” Then she turned and called over to Sally, “Am I right, love?”
“The third one was horrific until I, well… you know.” She blushed, but the look on her face confirmed it.
Dark Princess began fingering her friend’s pussy again. Dorothy writhed and whimpered, humiliated as hell at the way this woman was enjoying her body while she was all covered in animal shit. “You’re going to love this next one, am I right?” the woman purred seductively at her.
Dorothy tried to shake her head no, whimpering helplessly as Dark Princess continued to finger her. Then she called over to Farmer John, “I’d say it’s your turn, isn’t it, love? After all, she mustn’t forget the lesson of not making late payments for her milk and eggs, right?”
He walked over to the plunger with a huge grin on his face. “You’re absolutely right, Dark Princess. She mustn’t forget her lesson from her previous duckings. I would be remiss if I didn’t remind her. In fact I’m sure her husband James would agree with me; am I right, Dorothy?”
“John, no! I paid you last week!”
“So you did.”
Dark Princess suddenly gave her a push in the back, causing her platform to roll to the end of the rails. “Make her eat shit, John!” she declared with a sadistic cackle.
“Gladly!”
“Noooo!”
*Ding*
“AAAUUUGGHHH!” Then there was a loud splat as she pitched forward and hit face first.
She went right down until she was standing upon her head. Almost immediately there was an explosion of bubbles that erupted up at the surface. “Bloody hell; that’s lovely!” Sally gasped breathlessly.
Dark Princess felt it swell within her yet again. It was amazing how erotic the whole bloody thing was. And the way Dorothy’s feet were wriggling like crazy told her the dirty bitch was probably cumming up a storm. It was almost enough to trigger another orgasm inside her as she stood there watching.
She casually walked over to the plunger as the bubbles continued to pop up at the surface. The others stepped away, uncertain what her intentions were. “May I?” she motioned at the plunger, asking politely.
“Please do,” Farmer John motioned grandly.
“When do I bring her up?”
“Anytime you want.”
“And when can I send her back down?”
“Straight away if you prefer.”
“Do it!” Sally gasped breathlessly. “Send the tart right back down after she comes up!”
Dark Princess hit the plunger, causing the post to swing Dorothy back up. She emerged up out of the pit of shit looking like a drowned rat, chunks of animal waste dripping off her naked body. Then she thumped back into the upright position, violently shaking her head as she blinked the shit out of her eyes.
“I’m not there anymore, darling, I’m right over here. Can you see me? I have a special present for you!”
Dark Princess brought her hand down hard onto the plunger. Dorothy cried out as she pitched forward again, hitting the bubbling, steaming surface with a big splat. She went all the way down until her feet were wriggling like crazy.
She hit the plunger almost immediately, causing the post to bring Dorothy right back up. She emerged up out of the pit coughing and sputtering. Then she slammed back into the upright position.
“That was lovely; let’s try it again, darling!” Then Dark Princess hit it again. Dorothy screamed as she pitched forward once more.
She hit the surface and glubbed shit as she went right down. Once more she was stood upon her head. A massive eruption of bubbles burst up at the surface. Behind her Dark Princess heard Sally McMidgeon gasp, “Bloody hell, that’s so lovely!”
She hit the plunger almost immediately, causing Dorothy to come right back up. No sooner had she thumped into the upright position when Dark princess hit the plunger again while loudly declaring, “Eat shit, you dirty bitch!”
“Yeeeeessss!” Her cry indicated she was off with the faeries. Then Dorothy pitched forward until she hit the steaming surface with another big splat.
She panted for breath, watching with great excitement as the seconds ticked by. Strangely she was becoming quite aroused seeing Mrs. Brown’s feet cocking and curling like crazy. The smell was still incredibly bad. But she couldn’t believe how erotic the whole damned thing had become, especially since she and Dorothy were now the only ones naked.
Bubbles erupted at the surface of the steaming sludge. But she didn’t know if they were from the gases or Dorothy’s erotic screams. That’s when Sally finally hit the plunger, the sound of the ding indicating Dorothy’s time standing on her head had mercifully come to an end.
Dark Princess watched as the surface of the pit gave way to an incredible sight. Dorothy came up out of the bubbling ooze totally covered in shit. Chunks slithered down her naked body as she was brought back up into the upright position.
She blinked her eyes as she spit out chunks of the vile stuff. Then she violently shook her head as she let out a wail. Dark Princess chuckled as she pulled the platform back to where she was standing.
“So now the dirty bitch is all covered in animal shit, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so sexy. How was it love?” Dorothy let out another anguished wail of humiliation in reply.
“Shit all over; that’s a good color for you,” she purred. Then she actually reached out and started fondling Dorothy’s breasts again. It no longer seemed to matter she was getting shit on herself after she’d already been hosed off.
“How about down here?” she chuckled, reaching down to finger her pussy. “You’re wet as hell, love. You’ve got a lot of shit crammed up in your pussy, don’t you!”
“P-p-please…” Dorothy whimpered, unable to stop clenching around the fingers wriggling inside her.
“How about you, Mr. McMidgeon?” Dark Princess called over. “Would you like to have a turn ducking this dirty bitch?”
“Would I?” That’s when he eagerly stepped up to the plunger.
“Make this dirty bitch eat shit, love!” Then she pushed Mrs. Brown hard from behind.
Dorothy cried out as she rolled all the way to the end of the rails. The platform stopped abruptly, causing her to grunt as she jerked to a halt. Then Renfro brought his hand down on the plunger.
There was a familiar ding as she pitched forward on the hinged platform. She shrieked up at the heavens before she hit with a sickening splat. Then she disappeared into the bubbling, steaming contents until only her feet were left wriggling violently up at the surface.
Dark Princess had to gasp to catch her breath at the eroticism of it all. Farmer John watched with clinical interest. Mr. McMidgeon stared with a lustful expression while his wife breathlessly panted, “Bloody hell, that’s so hot! The tart is getting exactly what she deserves!”
A big burst of bubbles erupted up at the surface. The McMidgeons gasped with delight as Farmer John smiled. Dark Princess had to catch her breath again, all too aware of another orgasm beginning to rise up within her.
Renfro finally hit the plunger, the ding indicating Dorothy was on her way back up. The surface undulated until her naked, shit-covered body came out of the slimy ooze, dripping of all sorts of animal waste. She came all the way up until she thumped once more into the upright position.
Dorothy blinked the shit out of her eyes as she coughed up more chunks. Then she let out another mournful wail. The first two dunks were the worst; Dark Princess was fully aware of that. It was the ones that came later that were truly remarkable.
She pulled the platform back until Dorothy was right there with her. “So how was that for a dirty bitch?” she asked with an amused chuckle. Dorothy let out another cry as she violently shook her head, throwing chunks of shit everywhere. Some splattered on Dark Princess, but by now she didn’t seem to mind anymore
“You’re right; it’s quite an experience, isn’t it?” Then she cooed softly at her as she started molesting her boobs again.
Dorothy writhed and whimpered, unable to escape. The fact that Farmer John and a married couple were watching her molestation with amused interest only added to her humiliation. This was not something she had counted on when she’d determined to bring the woman down the lane to observe Farmer John and the pit of shit in action.
“You really are sexy all covered in shit, love,” Dark Princess purred at her. “I’ll bet you’re wet as hell too. The third one is horrific, but it’s the one where your body finally gives in, am I right?” Then she turned and called over to Sally, “Am I right, love?”
“The third one was horrific until I, well… you know.” She blushed, but the look on her face confirmed it.
Dark Princess began fingering her friend’s pussy again. Dorothy writhed and whimpered, humiliated as hell at the way this woman was enjoying her body while she was all covered in animal shit. “You’re going to love this next one, am I right?” the woman purred seductively at her.
Dorothy tried to shake her head no, whimpering helplessly as Dark Princess continued to finger her. Then she called over to Farmer John, “I’d say it’s your turn, isn’t it, love? After all, she mustn’t forget the lesson of not making late payments for her milk and eggs, right?”
He walked over to the plunger with a huge grin on his face. “You’re absolutely right, Dark Princess. She mustn’t forget her lesson from her previous duckings. I would be remiss if I didn’t remind her. In fact I’m sure her husband James would agree with me; am I right, Dorothy?”
“John, no! I paid you last week!”
“So you did.”
Dark Princess suddenly gave her a push in the back, causing her platform to roll to the end of the rails. “Make her eat shit, John!” she declared with a sadistic cackle.
“Gladly!”
“Noooo!”
*Ding*
“AAAUUUGGHHH!” Then there was a loud splat as she pitched forward and hit face first.
She went right down until she was standing upon her head. Almost immediately there was an explosion of bubbles that erupted up at the surface. “Bloody hell; that’s lovely!” Sally gasped breathlessly.
Dark Princess felt it swell within her yet again. It was amazing how erotic the whole bloody thing was. And the way Dorothy’s feet were wriggling like crazy told her the dirty bitch was probably cumming up a storm. It was almost enough to trigger another orgasm inside her as she stood there watching.
She casually walked over to the plunger as the bubbles continued to pop up at the surface. The others stepped away, uncertain what her intentions were. “May I?” she motioned at the plunger, asking politely.
“Please do,” Farmer John motioned grandly.
“When do I bring her up?”
“Anytime you want.”
“And when can I send her back down?”
“Straight away if you prefer.”
“Do it!” Sally gasped breathlessly. “Send the tart right back down after she comes up!”
Dark Princess hit the plunger, causing the post to swing Dorothy back up. She emerged up out of the pit of shit looking like a drowned rat, chunks of animal waste dripping off her naked body. Then she thumped back into the upright position, violently shaking her head as she blinked the shit out of her eyes.
“I’m not there anymore, darling, I’m right over here. Can you see me? I have a special present for you!”
Dark Princess brought her hand down hard onto the plunger. Dorothy cried out as she pitched forward again, hitting the bubbling, steaming surface with a big splat. She went all the way down until her feet were wriggling like crazy.
She hit the plunger almost immediately, causing the post to bring Dorothy right back up. She emerged up out of the pit coughing and sputtering. Then she slammed back into the upright position.
“That was lovely; let’s try it again, darling!” Then Dark Princess hit it again. Dorothy screamed as she pitched forward once more.
She hit the surface and glubbed shit as she went right down. Once more she was stood upon her head. A massive eruption of bubbles burst up at the surface. Behind her Dark Princess heard Sally McMidgeon gasp, “Bloody hell, that’s so lovely!”
She hit the plunger almost immediately, causing Dorothy to come right back up. No sooner had she thumped into the upright position when Dark princess hit the plunger again while loudly declaring, “Eat shit, you dirty bitch!”
“Yeeeeessss!” Her cry indicated she was off with the faeries. Then Dorothy pitched forward until she hit the steaming surface with another big splat.
I wish me from you "to be continued" and "The End".
Darkprincess69
High Priestess of Slaanesh
Awesome stuff Riwa! Loving it
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
You have certainly improved on mine,
that is just great,it would be a best
seller in the shops
Your graphic make my work easy.