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The Pit Of Shit
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Roberta
Senator
OMG Riwa the detail is sending chills up and down my spine.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
I thought that was slime?
riwa
Governor
Roberta thought she was going to drown for sure when she felt the post jerk her upward. She swung back up until she emerged out of the warm, steaming pit. She coughed hard, spitting up vile chunks of the foul sludge as the post slammed her back into the upright position.
“And now for tonight’s main course,” Barb told her with a cruel smile as she gestured at the tank. “I give you our zoo special... shit soup du jour. We have a flavorful mixture of shit from a variety of animals here at our park: goats, hyenas, wildebeests and elephants, seasoned with a special piss flavoring from our African predator collection! Enjoy!”
Roberta shook her head as she cried out, “No – no – no-no-NO-NOOOO!” Barb grinned sadistically as she gleefully slammed her hand down on the plunger. The two males had now pulled their cocks out and were eagerly stroking as they cried out in unison, “Eat shit, bitch!” The female employees all laughed.
Roberta screamed as she pitched forward yet again. It was instinctive… guttural. Twice was bad enough. This time she was sure they were going to drown her in shit.
She was unable to close her lips in time as she hit face first with that sickening splat. At any rate, she hardly considered it. Being submerged in that filthy, stinking stew for a third time was sensory overload, too horrific for her mind to process.
She swung down until she was standing on her head again, hanging upside down from the post. Something made her clamp her lips together, although by then it was much too late. She simply could not spew the nasty taste out of her mouth.
Roberta could not fathom her current situation. She was totally naked, submerged upside down in a steaming tank of shit. Up above, the zoo employees were getting off on it. The humiliation was overwhelming.
Her body processed the horror the only way it knew how. Roberta was dimly aware of an intense sexual arousal coursing through her body. It only humiliated her even more.
She writhed and thrashed about inside the horrific soup. Panic made her scream her breath away. It was as though the mixture of warm shit and piss was making violent love to her body.
It was intense; it was horrific; it was bloody awful! How long had she been down – how long had she been down – HOW LONG HAD SHE BEEN DOWN?? For a moment she believed she was going to drown in the putrid stuff, with shit on her lips, up her pussy and in her arse.
The panic swelled within her even more. Then she felt the post jerk her upward. She was afraid she wouldn’t reach the surface in time.
She finally came up out of the bubbling, slimy goo, only to be halted right there as she hung horizontally. She coughed and sputtered, trying to blink shit out of her eyes as she frantically filled her lungs. The bubbling surface lay directly below, the warmth and smell rising up to meet her.
She was sure they were going to drop her right back down into it. Then she heard Barb cackle, “Ok, boys; give the bitch your cum, even though she doesn’t deserve it!”
Roberta looked over and blinked in horror, only to receive a fat shot of goo from the two males with their cocks out. Riwa was over by the plunger, stroking like crazy. It was humiliating as hell, especially with those bitch girls laughing at her.
“Ok, Riwa,” Barb laughed. “Now you can wash down her cum-facial with a nice shit dunking.”
Riwa brought his hand down hard on the plunger. Roberta screamed, “NOOO!” Then the post dropped her face first into the bubbling surface.
Roberta went all the way down until she was stood upon her head again. Her body simply could not take it anymore. A moment later she orgasmed intensely, the humiliation making her cum so very, very hard.
“And now for tonight’s main course,” Barb told her with a cruel smile as she gestured at the tank. “I give you our zoo special... shit soup du jour. We have a flavorful mixture of shit from a variety of animals here at our park: goats, hyenas, wildebeests and elephants, seasoned with a special piss flavoring from our African predator collection! Enjoy!”
Roberta shook her head as she cried out, “No – no – no-no-NO-NOOOO!” Barb grinned sadistically as she gleefully slammed her hand down on the plunger. The two males had now pulled their cocks out and were eagerly stroking as they cried out in unison, “Eat shit, bitch!” The female employees all laughed.
Roberta screamed as she pitched forward yet again. It was instinctive… guttural. Twice was bad enough. This time she was sure they were going to drown her in shit.
She was unable to close her lips in time as she hit face first with that sickening splat. At any rate, she hardly considered it. Being submerged in that filthy, stinking stew for a third time was sensory overload, too horrific for her mind to process.
She swung down until she was standing on her head again, hanging upside down from the post. Something made her clamp her lips together, although by then it was much too late. She simply could not spew the nasty taste out of her mouth.
Roberta could not fathom her current situation. She was totally naked, submerged upside down in a steaming tank of shit. Up above, the zoo employees were getting off on it. The humiliation was overwhelming.
Her body processed the horror the only way it knew how. Roberta was dimly aware of an intense sexual arousal coursing through her body. It only humiliated her even more.
She writhed and thrashed about inside the horrific soup. Panic made her scream her breath away. It was as though the mixture of warm shit and piss was making violent love to her body.
It was intense; it was horrific; it was bloody awful! How long had she been down – how long had she been down – HOW LONG HAD SHE BEEN DOWN?? For a moment she believed she was going to drown in the putrid stuff, with shit on her lips, up her pussy and in her arse.
The panic swelled within her even more. Then she felt the post jerk her upward. She was afraid she wouldn’t reach the surface in time.
She finally came up out of the bubbling, slimy goo, only to be halted right there as she hung horizontally. She coughed and sputtered, trying to blink shit out of her eyes as she frantically filled her lungs. The bubbling surface lay directly below, the warmth and smell rising up to meet her.
She was sure they were going to drop her right back down into it. Then she heard Barb cackle, “Ok, boys; give the bitch your cum, even though she doesn’t deserve it!”
Roberta looked over and blinked in horror, only to receive a fat shot of goo from the two males with their cocks out. Riwa was over by the plunger, stroking like crazy. It was humiliating as hell, especially with those bitch girls laughing at her.
“Ok, Riwa,” Barb laughed. “Now you can wash down her cum-facial with a nice shit dunking.”
Riwa brought his hand down hard on the plunger. Roberta screamed, “NOOO!” Then the post dropped her face first into the bubbling surface.
Roberta went all the way down until she was stood upon her head again. Her body simply could not take it anymore. A moment later she orgasmed intensely, the humiliation making her cum so very, very hard.
Roberta
Senator
Roberta cannot believe what just happened, She wonders about her friends's experiences. Would she dare tell them what happened to her? But her unexpected orgasm was so intense and so satisfying nothing like the ones she experienced recently indulging in solitary fun. What should she do?? (Thank you so much Riwa.)
riwa
Governor
Roberta was incredulous, experiencing sexual pleasure in such a disgusting situation. It somewhat eased the horror of her condition. She had to remind herself to continue holding her breath to avoid inhaling the wretched slime.
She felt the post start to jerk her back up. But she didn’t wriggle quite so much. Was it from exhaustion? Or was it from the aftershocks of such an intense climax? Roberta didn’t know.
She swung up out of the steaming pit before thumping back into the upright position. She blinked the shit out of her eyes as she weakly shook her head. She was totally encased in shit; it was still making love to her, even above the surface.
The two males were standing close to the edge of the pit, their cocks softening. Riwa was still at the plunger, his hard cock in his hand. The female employees had huge grins on their faces as they sexually touched themselves.
“Dunk her again!” Sandra declared.
“Make the bitch eat more shit,” Barb encouraged. Riwa stroked himself before bringing his hand down on the plunger.
Roberta let out a cry as she pitched forward, the horror swelling within her again. Once more she hit face first with a splat. She gurgled shit as she went all the way down.
It was every bit as horrible as it had been previously. But this time she was aware of a surge of intense sexual arousal sweeping over her. Bloody hell; she wasn’t going to cum again in this vile concoction, was she??
She wriggled in humiliation as she held her breath. The taste in her mouth and down her throat was utterly disgusting. As she clenched her vaginal muscles, she could feel shit oozing in her pussy.
The horror of her situation began to overload her senses again. She wriggled harder as she cried out. More bubbles erupted at the surface.
She felt the post jerk her upward. She managed to hold her breath until she emerged out of the warm ooze. Then she stopped prematurely, hanging right above the steaming surface.
She shook her head, blinking the shit out of her eyes. Then she turned to look. That’s when she got two streams of piss in her face.
There was much laughter among the female employees. Roberta coughed and sputtered in utter humiliation. Then Riwa stepped forward, really stroking himself.
His cock erupted again. But the spurts didn’t quite reach her. It was still embarrassing as hell watching him enjoying himself at her expense.
“Enjoy the rest of your dessert, bitch,” Barb said as she moved over to the post and brought her hand down on the plunger. Once more Roberta hit the surface. She ate shit as she swung downward.
She ended up standing on her head again. That’s when it swelled within her. A moment later Roberta experienced a second orgasm as she spewed the breath out of her lungs. Amazingly this one felt more intense than the last.
She felt the post start to jerk her back up. But she didn’t wriggle quite so much. Was it from exhaustion? Or was it from the aftershocks of such an intense climax? Roberta didn’t know.
She swung up out of the steaming pit before thumping back into the upright position. She blinked the shit out of her eyes as she weakly shook her head. She was totally encased in shit; it was still making love to her, even above the surface.
The two males were standing close to the edge of the pit, their cocks softening. Riwa was still at the plunger, his hard cock in his hand. The female employees had huge grins on their faces as they sexually touched themselves.
“Dunk her again!” Sandra declared.
“Make the bitch eat more shit,” Barb encouraged. Riwa stroked himself before bringing his hand down on the plunger.
Roberta let out a cry as she pitched forward, the horror swelling within her again. Once more she hit face first with a splat. She gurgled shit as she went all the way down.
It was every bit as horrible as it had been previously. But this time she was aware of a surge of intense sexual arousal sweeping over her. Bloody hell; she wasn’t going to cum again in this vile concoction, was she??
She wriggled in humiliation as she held her breath. The taste in her mouth and down her throat was utterly disgusting. As she clenched her vaginal muscles, she could feel shit oozing in her pussy.
The horror of her situation began to overload her senses again. She wriggled harder as she cried out. More bubbles erupted at the surface.
She felt the post jerk her upward. She managed to hold her breath until she emerged out of the warm ooze. Then she stopped prematurely, hanging right above the steaming surface.
She shook her head, blinking the shit out of her eyes. Then she turned to look. That’s when she got two streams of piss in her face.
There was much laughter among the female employees. Roberta coughed and sputtered in utter humiliation. Then Riwa stepped forward, really stroking himself.
His cock erupted again. But the spurts didn’t quite reach her. It was still embarrassing as hell watching him enjoying himself at her expense.
“Enjoy the rest of your dessert, bitch,” Barb said as she moved over to the post and brought her hand down on the plunger. Once more Roberta hit the surface. She ate shit as she swung downward.
She ended up standing on her head again. That’s when it swelled within her. A moment later Roberta experienced a second orgasm as she spewed the breath out of her lungs. Amazingly this one felt more intense than the last.
Roberta
Senator
Roberta is worried that the onlookers and her friends who know her well will detect her reactions to her plight. Will the green slime be enough to disguise her true feelings?
No one but CF members will know, you wretched slut!!!
riwa
Governor
The dazed, blissful look on her face (what little of it can be seen through the green sludge) should be a dead giveaway.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Like Me Roberta You Will Be Going Back And Begging For More
riwa
Governor
Roberta lost the last of her breath, her orgasm stealing it from her. She thought for sure she was going to drown in shit. But the pleasure was so intense, she wasn’t sure if she cared all that much.
The post suddenly gave a jerk as it started to swing her back up. She came all the way out of the slimy concoction, coughing and spitting up shit. “Just look at her!” Sandra cried out. “She looks all dazed and disoriented.”
“I’d better remind her where she’s at,” Barb laughed as she slammed her hand down on the plunger.
Roberta let out a cry as she pitched forward again, once more forgetting to shut her lips. She got another mouthful of the vile stuff as she swung all the way down until she was standing on her head. Almost immediately the post jerked her back up.
She came up out of the steaming tank, coughing weakly. The post barely had time to slam her into an upright position before Barb slammed her hand upon the plunger again. Roberta went right back down, letting out a weak cry before hitting face first.
She swung all the way down until once more she was standing on her head. Then she was cumming again, cumming violently. It was so intense that she almost blacked out.
The post jerked her back up almost immediately. Out of the slimy, green soup she came, totally coated in shit. She weakly blinked her eyes, unsure where the hell she was.
“Look at her now!” Sandra cried out before collapsing onto the ground, rolling around while rubbing herself silly. The other two females were just as turned on. The guys all stood close to the side of the tank, getting a good view.
Barb cruelly slammed her hand down on the plunger again. Roberta pitched forward, letting out another weak cry. She hit face first with a gurgle, swallowing even more shit.
She swung down until she was upside down, orgasming like crazy. Barb waited until the bubbles stopped before pulling her back up. She paused only a moment, giving Roberta a wicked smile and a quick breath before hitting the plunger again.
Down – up – down – up; it was bloody awful! What made it tolerable were the humiliating orgasms she endured. It was her body’s way of responding to the insanity she was experiencing.
She was brought back up, only to be halted in a horizontal position. “Ok, guys,” Barb declared. “Clean the bitch off before we take her inside and hose her down.”
Roberta got Riwa’s stream of piss full in the face. The others didn’t have much to send her way. It was still humiliating as hell, especially the way the females all laughed at her.
She was brought back into a fully upright position, panting quietly while looking like a drowned rat. Her naked body was totally covered in slimy green sludge. Little chunks of animal shit clung greedily to her quivering mass.
Roberta was starting to believe her ordeal had finally come to an end. “So are you sorry now, bitch?” Barb asked as she walked over to her. Roberta nodded weakly.
The post suddenly pitched her forward with a cry. Riwa was standing at the plunger with a not-so-guilty expression on his face. “Whoops, my bad.”
Roberta hit face first, getting another mouthful of the nasty sludge. Then she was upside down, writhing and thrashing about. This time she was kept there for what felt like an eternity.
For the longest time she wondered if they were going to let her drown in shit. It was a horrific thought, enough to trigger one last, massive orgasm. Roberta shuddered like crazy, screaming her breath away in gloopy bubbles as her feet wriggled up at the surface.
She was not aware of the post finally bringing her back up. She was barely aware of the guys pulling her platform back and untying her from the post. She barely remembered them escorting her back into the building.
She vaguely remembered being taken to some sort of animal stall with straw lying all around and a hose in the corner. She was forced up against a wall and sprayed down like some bloody animal. Then she was taken back to her room.
Her clothes were thrown in with her and she was ordered to get dressed. She was still wet, bits of shit in her hair, in her pussy and up her bum. That’s when she realized her ordeal was mercifully over.
The employees were all dressed when they came and got her. They retrieved Dorothy and Kathy as well, both looking equally dazed and bedraggled. All three were marched out back through a secret access road where they were left at a quiet intersection to fend for themselves.
They tried to hail a taxi, only to be kicked out the moment the driver detected how bad they smelled. They were forced to walk a long way until they managed to get a ride in the back of a pickup truck. They finally got back to their motel room.
Each one spent a minimum of two hours under the shower nozzle, trying in vain to get the smell out of her hair and out of her body. They were not successful. They arranged to have some food delivered so as not to be forced to sit in some restaurant, on the receiving end of numerous quizzical looks.
The next morning they got a shuttle to LA International where they caught their flight back to England. The passengers and flight attendants kept giving them disgusting looks. It wasn’t much better once they arrived in London.
Each one could not help tasting shit on her lips for at least a month. It was another six weeks before the smell was finally out of their hair and vaginas, enough at least for them to feel feminine again. It took another couple of months before they could even taste their food.
They never shared with each other the experience of cumming while submerged in shit. It was too humiliating. But each one sensed something unique had happened to the other two.
© 2015; 2019 (written Jan 3 ’15; ed. Oct 1 ‘19 by riwa)
The post suddenly gave a jerk as it started to swing her back up. She came all the way out of the slimy concoction, coughing and spitting up shit. “Just look at her!” Sandra cried out. “She looks all dazed and disoriented.”
“I’d better remind her where she’s at,” Barb laughed as she slammed her hand down on the plunger.
Roberta let out a cry as she pitched forward again, once more forgetting to shut her lips. She got another mouthful of the vile stuff as she swung all the way down until she was standing on her head. Almost immediately the post jerked her back up.
She came up out of the steaming tank, coughing weakly. The post barely had time to slam her into an upright position before Barb slammed her hand upon the plunger again. Roberta went right back down, letting out a weak cry before hitting face first.
She swung all the way down until once more she was standing on her head. Then she was cumming again, cumming violently. It was so intense that she almost blacked out.
The post jerked her back up almost immediately. Out of the slimy, green soup she came, totally coated in shit. She weakly blinked her eyes, unsure where the hell she was.
“Look at her now!” Sandra cried out before collapsing onto the ground, rolling around while rubbing herself silly. The other two females were just as turned on. The guys all stood close to the side of the tank, getting a good view.
Barb cruelly slammed her hand down on the plunger again. Roberta pitched forward, letting out another weak cry. She hit face first with a gurgle, swallowing even more shit.
She swung down until she was upside down, orgasming like crazy. Barb waited until the bubbles stopped before pulling her back up. She paused only a moment, giving Roberta a wicked smile and a quick breath before hitting the plunger again.
Down – up – down – up; it was bloody awful! What made it tolerable were the humiliating orgasms she endured. It was her body’s way of responding to the insanity she was experiencing.
She was brought back up, only to be halted in a horizontal position. “Ok, guys,” Barb declared. “Clean the bitch off before we take her inside and hose her down.”
Roberta got Riwa’s stream of piss full in the face. The others didn’t have much to send her way. It was still humiliating as hell, especially the way the females all laughed at her.
She was brought back into a fully upright position, panting quietly while looking like a drowned rat. Her naked body was totally covered in slimy green sludge. Little chunks of animal shit clung greedily to her quivering mass.
Roberta was starting to believe her ordeal had finally come to an end. “So are you sorry now, bitch?” Barb asked as she walked over to her. Roberta nodded weakly.
The post suddenly pitched her forward with a cry. Riwa was standing at the plunger with a not-so-guilty expression on his face. “Whoops, my bad.”
Roberta hit face first, getting another mouthful of the nasty sludge. Then she was upside down, writhing and thrashing about. This time she was kept there for what felt like an eternity.
For the longest time she wondered if they were going to let her drown in shit. It was a horrific thought, enough to trigger one last, massive orgasm. Roberta shuddered like crazy, screaming her breath away in gloopy bubbles as her feet wriggled up at the surface.
She was not aware of the post finally bringing her back up. She was barely aware of the guys pulling her platform back and untying her from the post. She barely remembered them escorting her back into the building.
She vaguely remembered being taken to some sort of animal stall with straw lying all around and a hose in the corner. She was forced up against a wall and sprayed down like some bloody animal. Then she was taken back to her room.
Her clothes were thrown in with her and she was ordered to get dressed. She was still wet, bits of shit in her hair, in her pussy and up her bum. That’s when she realized her ordeal was mercifully over.
The employees were all dressed when they came and got her. They retrieved Dorothy and Kathy as well, both looking equally dazed and bedraggled. All three were marched out back through a secret access road where they were left at a quiet intersection to fend for themselves.
They tried to hail a taxi, only to be kicked out the moment the driver detected how bad they smelled. They were forced to walk a long way until they managed to get a ride in the back of a pickup truck. They finally got back to their motel room.
Each one spent a minimum of two hours under the shower nozzle, trying in vain to get the smell out of her hair and out of her body. They were not successful. They arranged to have some food delivered so as not to be forced to sit in some restaurant, on the receiving end of numerous quizzical looks.
The next morning they got a shuttle to LA International where they caught their flight back to England. The passengers and flight attendants kept giving them disgusting looks. It wasn’t much better once they arrived in London.
Each one could not help tasting shit on her lips for at least a month. It was another six weeks before the smell was finally out of their hair and vaginas, enough at least for them to feel feminine again. It took another couple of months before they could even taste their food.
They never shared with each other the experience of cumming while submerged in shit. It was too humiliating. But each one sensed something unique had happened to the other two.
© 2015; 2019 (written Jan 3 ’15; ed. Oct 1 ‘19 by riwa)
fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
As the story reaches its climax, so does Roberta...
Roberta
Senator
Wonderful Riwa, Thank you so much for taking your time to write this.
Roberta
Senator
You know me so well FSG.
Riwa, please send it me per pm as textile for the riwa stories collection 2019.
riwa
Governor
The ducking stool at Keighley
James finally had enough. Dorothy was being stroppy as hell. She was also withholding sex. Something had to be done.
He found the answer several miles away in Keighley. One night after supper, he drove his quarrelsome wife over there. He went to a farm on the outskirts of town, run by some bloke named McDonald.
The old man and his three sons came out to the driveway to meet them. Dorothy was forced out of the car. James told her he would see her the day after tomorrow. Then he drove away.
Dorothy was astonished. She angrily yelled after her husband to come back and take her home. Then the three sons surrounded her.
They took her to a shed out back. It was connected to a large, smelly barn. “You’ll be sleeping in here for the night, love,” one of the lads told her. Then she was locked inside, with only a cot and a blanket to keep her warm.
Dorothy raised bloody hell. But no one answered her. There was a lone window in the shed letting her know when the sun went down. But no one came out to free her. She was forced to crawl into the cot to experience a fitful night of sleep.
The next morning, one of the lads brought her some breakfast. It was nothing more than a few slices of toast and some water. Dorothy loudly complained. So he took the food away.
About mid-morning, the lads came and got her. They took her around to the far side of the large barn. She could see cows being herded inside for their morning milking.
When she rounded a corner, she discovered a small pit in the ground. Farmhands were tossing buckers of hot piss into it. It made it steam and smell.
Next to the pit was what looked to be an old fashioned ducking stool. Dorothy was ordered to remove all her clothes. When she protested, the lads forcibly removed them until she was left naked.
She was roughly tied into the chair which faced the length of the beam to the other end. More farmhands arrived, tossing hot buckets of piss into the pit. “Ready, Geoffrey?” one young man said to his brother.
“Ready, Willard,” the lad replied.
Dorothy loudly protested her treatment. The young men ignored her as they got on the other end of the ducking stool. They lifted her up before swinging her over the top of the pit.
Dorothy looked down in horror. “No! You wouldn’t, would you? I bloody well don’t deserve this!”
Geoffrey called out, “According to your old man, you deserve everything that’s coming to you. I hope you can hold your breath! Drop her in, boys!”
Dorothy let out a horrified scream. Then she was lowered into the pit. She thought they might stop with her submerged up to her heaving breasts. Instead, they completely dunked her!
James finally had enough. Dorothy was being stroppy as hell. She was also withholding sex. Something had to be done.
He found the answer several miles away in Keighley. One night after supper, he drove his quarrelsome wife over there. He went to a farm on the outskirts of town, run by some bloke named McDonald.
The old man and his three sons came out to the driveway to meet them. Dorothy was forced out of the car. James told her he would see her the day after tomorrow. Then he drove away.
Dorothy was astonished. She angrily yelled after her husband to come back and take her home. Then the three sons surrounded her.
They took her to a shed out back. It was connected to a large, smelly barn. “You’ll be sleeping in here for the night, love,” one of the lads told her. Then she was locked inside, with only a cot and a blanket to keep her warm.
Dorothy raised bloody hell. But no one answered her. There was a lone window in the shed letting her know when the sun went down. But no one came out to free her. She was forced to crawl into the cot to experience a fitful night of sleep.
The next morning, one of the lads brought her some breakfast. It was nothing more than a few slices of toast and some water. Dorothy loudly complained. So he took the food away.
About mid-morning, the lads came and got her. They took her around to the far side of the large barn. She could see cows being herded inside for their morning milking.
When she rounded a corner, she discovered a small pit in the ground. Farmhands were tossing buckers of hot piss into it. It made it steam and smell.
Next to the pit was what looked to be an old fashioned ducking stool. Dorothy was ordered to remove all her clothes. When she protested, the lads forcibly removed them until she was left naked.
She was roughly tied into the chair which faced the length of the beam to the other end. More farmhands arrived, tossing hot buckets of piss into the pit. “Ready, Geoffrey?” one young man said to his brother.
“Ready, Willard,” the lad replied.
Dorothy loudly protested her treatment. The young men ignored her as they got on the other end of the ducking stool. They lifted her up before swinging her over the top of the pit.
Dorothy looked down in horror. “No! You wouldn’t, would you? I bloody well don’t deserve this!”
Geoffrey called out, “According to your old man, you deserve everything that’s coming to you. I hope you can hold your breath! Drop her in, boys!”
Dorothy let out a horrified scream. Then she was lowered into the pit. She thought they might stop with her submerged up to her heaving breasts. Instead, they completely dunked her!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Just in case anyone cares (about accuracy, not Dorothy, she can look after herself very well) it is pronounced Keeth'-lee.
A multi-cultural town, some fine Victorian stone buildings, surrounded by good walking and farming country.
riwa
Governor
Dorothy ended up totally enveloped in dark, steaming shit. It smelled horrible and tasted worse. When she screamed on her way down, she’d accidentally gotten a mouthful of the vile stuff.
She writhed and struggled against the chair in the warm, smelly soup. It was beyond her ability to process what was being done to her. After five seconds she was brought up out of the pit.
She let out a wail as she blinked her eyes. Then she shook her head. Slimy chunks of animal shit clung greedily to her naked body.
“Dunk her again, lads,” Geoffrey declared. “She’s got more than one comin’ to her.”
Dorothy was horrified. “NO! BLOODY HELL; NO!” Then the chair was lowered a second time.
She screamed all the way down. Then she was submerged again in warm, slimy shit. She thrashed about on the chair she was secured to as she screamed her breath away. It was much worse than the last time.
After ten seconds she was lifted back up out of the slimy stew. She tried to blink shit out of her eyes as she shook her head. Animal chunks clung to her heaving boobs, embarrassing the hell out of her.
Geoffrey called out, “Your old man says you’re a stroppy bitch and that you deserve to be dunked. Eat shit, love!” Then they lowered her back down.
Dorothy screamed bloody murder. Then she was under the surface again, thrashing about while swallowing big chunks of the vile stuff. It was horrific, way beyond anything she could have possibly imagined.
This time she was under for fifteen seconds before she was brought back up. She came up out of the sludge coughing up chunks of cow shit as she blinked her eyes. Then she shuddered at how horrible it had all been.
“This one’s number four!” Geoffrey called out. “Eat shit, you stroppy bitch!” Then the lads lowered her back down.
Dorothy screamed as she shook her head. Then she was completely submerged. It was beyond her wildest nightmares.
After twenty seconds she was hauled back up. She came up coughing and sputtering. Once more she let out a wail of grief.
“Maybe next time you won’t be so stroppy to the bloke who loves you! Now eat shit, love!” Then she was lowered again.
“Bloody hell; NOOO!” Then she was totally submerged in the warm sludge of the pit. It was so horrific that her body lost all control.
The first thing she did was wet herself in the middle of that steaming pit of shit. The second thing she did was endure a humiliating orgasm. At least the pleasure helped to diminish the horror of the event.
She writhed and struggled against the chair in the warm, smelly soup. It was beyond her ability to process what was being done to her. After five seconds she was brought up out of the pit.
She let out a wail as she blinked her eyes. Then she shook her head. Slimy chunks of animal shit clung greedily to her naked body.
“Dunk her again, lads,” Geoffrey declared. “She’s got more than one comin’ to her.”
Dorothy was horrified. “NO! BLOODY HELL; NO!” Then the chair was lowered a second time.
She screamed all the way down. Then she was submerged again in warm, slimy shit. She thrashed about on the chair she was secured to as she screamed her breath away. It was much worse than the last time.
After ten seconds she was lifted back up out of the slimy stew. She tried to blink shit out of her eyes as she shook her head. Animal chunks clung to her heaving boobs, embarrassing the hell out of her.
Geoffrey called out, “Your old man says you’re a stroppy bitch and that you deserve to be dunked. Eat shit, love!” Then they lowered her back down.
Dorothy screamed bloody murder. Then she was under the surface again, thrashing about while swallowing big chunks of the vile stuff. It was horrific, way beyond anything she could have possibly imagined.
This time she was under for fifteen seconds before she was brought back up. She came up out of the sludge coughing up chunks of cow shit as she blinked her eyes. Then she shuddered at how horrible it had all been.
“This one’s number four!” Geoffrey called out. “Eat shit, you stroppy bitch!” Then the lads lowered her back down.
Dorothy screamed as she shook her head. Then she was completely submerged. It was beyond her wildest nightmares.
After twenty seconds she was hauled back up. She came up coughing and sputtering. Once more she let out a wail of grief.
“Maybe next time you won’t be so stroppy to the bloke who loves you! Now eat shit, love!” Then she was lowered again.
“Bloody hell; NOOO!” Then she was totally submerged in the warm sludge of the pit. It was so horrific that her body lost all control.
The first thing she did was wet herself in the middle of that steaming pit of shit. The second thing she did was endure a humiliating orgasm. At least the pleasure helped to diminish the horror of the event.
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Governor
After twenty-five seconds she was lifted up out of the pit. She was swung around until she was lowered to the ground. Then one of the lads turned on a hosepipe.
Dorothy was completely drenched in cold water. They sprayed her until most of the shit had been washed off. Then she was set free of the chair.
She was tossed a canvas garment with holes for her head and arms. She was allowed to wear that for the duration of her stay. Then she was taken to the milking stalls.
When the cows were taken out after milking, Dorothy was ordered inside to muck the stalls with a shovel. She scooped the shit up into buckets. Then she was ordered to take the buckets back out and pour the contents into the pit of shit, the same pit she’d just been ducked in.
For lunch, Geoffrey came back out with her cold toast and water. Dorothy gratefully accepted it. She was hungry enough that she would have eaten anything.
After lunch, she was locked in her shed for a couple of hours. At two-thirty, the lads came and got her. She was taken around back to the pit of shit again where she was forced to remove her canvas covering before climbing onto the chair.
Dorothy went white as a sheet as they tied her down. Several farmhands appeared with more hot buckets of piss. These were tossed into the pit, warming up the contents while making the soup all wet and slimy.
She began begging them not to dunk her again. She promised them anything they wanted. But the lads refused every offer she made.
She was swung around until she was lifted above the pit. She could feel the warmth of the steaming contents below her. She shook her head… “No, don’t!” In response, Geoffrey called out, “Eat shit, you stroppy bitch!”
Dorothy screamed as she was lowered into the pit. It was just as warm and slimy as before. She thrashed about as she swallowed a mouthful of the vile stuff.
She was kept down for five seconds. Then she was hauled up for a breath or two. When she pleaded to be set free, Geoffrey gleefully called out, “Eat shit, love!” Then the lads lowered her again.
Down she went, screaming her bloody head off. She got another mouthful of the vile stuff. The ten seconds she was submerged felt like an eternity.
She was lifted out of the slimy stew, coughing up chunks. She wailed as she shook her head. “Please; not again!”
The lads were not impressed. “Your old man says you deserve this!”
“I PROMISE I’LL NEVER BE STROPPY AGAIN!”
“Eat shit, love!”
“NOOOOOO!”
Dorothy was dropped abruptly into the vile smelling sludge. She got another mouthful for not keeping her lips shut. Fifteen seconds seemed far longer than the last time she’d been dunked.
Dorothy was completely drenched in cold water. They sprayed her until most of the shit had been washed off. Then she was set free of the chair.
She was tossed a canvas garment with holes for her head and arms. She was allowed to wear that for the duration of her stay. Then she was taken to the milking stalls.
When the cows were taken out after milking, Dorothy was ordered inside to muck the stalls with a shovel. She scooped the shit up into buckets. Then she was ordered to take the buckets back out and pour the contents into the pit of shit, the same pit she’d just been ducked in.
For lunch, Geoffrey came back out with her cold toast and water. Dorothy gratefully accepted it. She was hungry enough that she would have eaten anything.
After lunch, she was locked in her shed for a couple of hours. At two-thirty, the lads came and got her. She was taken around back to the pit of shit again where she was forced to remove her canvas covering before climbing onto the chair.
Dorothy went white as a sheet as they tied her down. Several farmhands appeared with more hot buckets of piss. These were tossed into the pit, warming up the contents while making the soup all wet and slimy.
She began begging them not to dunk her again. She promised them anything they wanted. But the lads refused every offer she made.
She was swung around until she was lifted above the pit. She could feel the warmth of the steaming contents below her. She shook her head… “No, don’t!” In response, Geoffrey called out, “Eat shit, you stroppy bitch!”
Dorothy screamed as she was lowered into the pit. It was just as warm and slimy as before. She thrashed about as she swallowed a mouthful of the vile stuff.
She was kept down for five seconds. Then she was hauled up for a breath or two. When she pleaded to be set free, Geoffrey gleefully called out, “Eat shit, love!” Then the lads lowered her again.
Down she went, screaming her bloody head off. She got another mouthful of the vile stuff. The ten seconds she was submerged felt like an eternity.
She was lifted out of the slimy stew, coughing up chunks. She wailed as she shook her head. “Please; not again!”
The lads were not impressed. “Your old man says you deserve this!”
“I PROMISE I’LL NEVER BE STROPPY AGAIN!”
“Eat shit, love!”
“NOOOOOO!”
Dorothy was dropped abruptly into the vile smelling sludge. She got another mouthful for not keeping her lips shut. Fifteen seconds seemed far longer than the last time she’d been dunked.