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wow, ok, I love intense orgasmsDorothy and I were having a wonderful time at the carnival. The sun was out and the weather was nice. It was the perfect day.
Something must have happened mid-afternoon. I think the wind shifted. That’s when Dottie wrinkled her nose.
She asked, “What the bloody hell is that, love? Is there a farm near here?” So I told her, “Let’s go find out, shall we?”
We made our way through the carnival to what looked like the back of the sprawling acreage. There was a building back there with the words Charity Dunk Tank where the smell seemed to be strongest. We were staring at it when we heard a lady scream bloody murder from somewhere in the building.
Dorothy grabbed my arm and gasped, “What the hell was that? It sounded like it came from inside!”
“Want to go have a look?”
“Yes… no… bloody hell; I don’t know.”
“We might as well have a look inside. The sign outside says it’s for charity.” And with that Dottie shrugged her shoulders as though she was willing to see what it was all about.
We went inside and saw a man at a counter. He smiled at us before giving Dorothy a thorough look-see. “Here to go for a dunk, love?” he asked with a smile. “After all, it’s for charity. We’re endeavoring to raise money for food and clothing for the orphans.”
“What do you think, love?” I asked her with a smile. “You always ride the ducking booths whenever they’re in town.”
“That’s because you love seeing me soaking wet.”
“True,” I admitted with a chuckle.
We had paid the fee and were just about to walk into the door when it suddenly opened. This couple walked out, although the attractive 24 year old lady on the man’s arm looked like she’d been through hell. She gave Dorothy a haunted look and then shook her head. “Don’t do it, love. You’ll regret it.” Then they walked through the door we’d entered, out into the sunshine of the carnival outside.
“You’re not having second thoughts after that, are you?” the man behind the counter asked Dorothy. “I’d hate to give back your money. Think of the children.”
“How bad can it be?” I asked. She looked uncertain, but she followed me as we walked inside.
There was a locker room for changing clothes. A sign on the wall read IT IS HIGHLY ADVISED YOU GO IN NAKED. I smiled at Dorothy and asked, “You don’t have any problems with that; do you, love?”
“I’ll give you a thrill,” she said with a smile, and she started to undress right in front of me.
We carefully folded her clothes into a basket. Then we went through another door. The smell was overpowering the moment we walked in.
A thick post was sticking up out of what looked like a tank of sludge. The smell was atrocious. Dorothy wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Are you crazy? Do you expect me to go for a dunk in there?”
We read the instructions. She was supposed to be tied to the post. There was a metallic box embedded in the wall with instructions to push a big, red button for going down and coming back up.
I saw a length of rope that looked all slimy. I motioned grandly at Dottie… “Well, you paid for the experience.”
“I think I’ve changed my mind – OH BLOODY HELL!”
She yelped as I grabbed her and marched her over to the post. She stepped down onto what appeared to be some sort of support to stand upon. She immediately let out a wail of agony… “IT’S ALL SLIMY IN HERE!”
I started to tie her down. Then she let out another cry. “Bloody hell; that rope is all slimy too!”
“I think it’s because of that lass who just walked out. She must have been the last one to use it.”
“I’ve really changed my mind, love! It smells bad in here!”
“I think they’re trying to air it out, love.” Then I motioned up at the fans in the ceiling.
“No… please… bloody hell; don’t make me do this!”
“What’s the matter?” I chuckled as I secured her to the post. “You’re not going to disappoint the orphans, are you?”
“This is crazy! I’ve really changed my mind! They can keep the money; just get me out of here!”
“It can’t be that bad; can it, love?”
I chuckled as I finished securing her. Then I walked over to that metal box on the wall. I got ready to push that huge, bright red button that would send her on her way down.
She panicked and started to hyperventilate. “No! Don’t do it, love! I don’t want to be dunked in this smelly stuff! This is worse than being ducked in cold water!”
“I wonder what’s in there” and I peered down to have a closer look. I thought I saw chunks of animal shit floating just below the surface. It looked positively nauseating.
Dorothy looked over at me and glared angrily. “Don’t you bloody dare!” But by then my cock had started to harden in my trousers. Strangely I was all turned on at the thought of ducking her in that disgusting, slimy mess.
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I smiled as I started to hit the big red button. She cried out “WAIT!” and I hesitated. “What?” I asked with a smile.
It’s… it’s bloody… you’re not really thinking of dunking me in this, are you?”
“Why not? It’s for charity, remember? Think of the orphans.”
“Get me out of here and I’ll fix them the bloody meal myself!”
“Yeah, but now I’m curious. I think I want to take this thing for a spin just to see what it’ll do to you.”
“But I’m the one who’ll be going for a - NOOOOO!”
I hit the red button and watched to see what was going to happen. About that time the post started to pitch forward. Dorothy began to scream bloody murder, just like that woman we’d heard when we were outside thinking about coming inside.
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I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Dorothy was going to hit face first. The post was pitching her forward and there was nothing she could do about it.
She really let out a cry of horror as she fell over. You would have thought she’d seen a ghost or witnessed a bloody murder. Strangely it turned me on even more.
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She hit face first with a splat. I saw a huge eruption of sludge and bubbles. I think she was still screaming the moment she hit. I could only imagine the mouthful she must’ve swallowed at that moment.
The post swung her all the way down until it looked like she was standing on her head. That’s when she really started wriggling and squirming. It was hard to see her in the midst of all that green slime.
Being upside down submerged in that sludge must have been horrifying. I saw a geyser of bubbles as she wriggled around. I could tell she was really suffering.
I couldn’t help myself. I left her down there a good 20 seconds. The sign next to the button suggested 10-30 seconds, so I split the difference.
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I hit the button again. The post appeared to jerk her back up. There was another explosion of gas and bubbles.
She slowly swung up to the surface. Then she emerged out of the slimy stew, coughing and sputtering huge chunks as a lot of it dripped off her naked body. That confirmed to me she’d probably swallowed some on her way down.
The post swung her all the way back up. She coughed and sputtered, her head lowered with shame. Chunks of green filth clung to her naked body.
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I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. Then she lifted her head and let out a wail of grief. I laughed as I called out, “How was that love?”
“Terrible – the worst experience I’ve ever had!”
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“You have no idea how much I swallowed! I was standing on my head holding my breath! It was horrible; I’m so humiliated!”
“Maybe you’ll feel different if you try it a second time.” Then I laughed as I swung my hand at the red button once more. She screamed, “NOOOO!” Then the post pitched her forward again.
She hit the surface face first with a huge splat. She went all the way down until she was standing on her head again. There was another huge eruption of gas and bubbles.
I could tell she was writhing and squirming like crazy. I could only imagine the hell she was going through. But I thought it was bloody arousing.
I gave her twenty seconds and then hit the button again. The post brought her back up. She swung up out of that slime dripping all sorts of chunks off her naked body before she slammed back into the upright position.
She was panting like crazy, her erect nipples showing through that sludge. I was sure it was some sort of farm animal shit. She paused with her head lowered to catch her breath. Then she let out another mournful wail.
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“Better?” I asked with a chuckle.
“No, it bloody hell wasn’t!”
“Maybe one more,” I suggested with a grin. Then I hit the red button again.
She screamed into the heavens as she pitched over, hitting face first with a splat. Down she went until she was standing on her head again. A huge explosion of bubbles came up to the surface.
It looked like she was really squirming down there. That’s when I creamed my pants from my arousal. I felt ashamed and decided she’d had enough.
I hit the button and brought her back up. She swung all the way up into the upright position. I saw her panting like crazy in an effort to get her breath back.
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I could tell right away something had happened to her down there. So I asked, “Are you ok, love?”
“Dreamy,” she panted with that familiar look in her eye.
“You’re kidding.” Then I looked at her dubiously. “You mean to say it’s not so bad now? Are you telling me you’d like me to send you back down?”
I was incredulous; she had to be insane. But I decided to drown the crazy bitch anyway. “Ok; eat shit, love!” and I slammed that red button.
This time she didn’t scream as she pitched forward. It was more like a cry of eagerness for a ride she was about to enjoy. Then she hit face first with a splat.
She went right down until she was standing on her head again. She squirmed and bubbled like crazy. I gave her 5 extra seconds of disgusting slime time before I brought her back up.
When she came out of the green sludge she had a dazed look on her face. I’d seen that expression many times before. It’s the expression she always has when she’s been away with the faeries after a rather intense orgasm.
I smiled and shook my head. “Are you done, love?”
“One more,” she stammered drunkenly.
“Crazy bitch” and I hit the red button again. She cried out “YEEESSSSSSS!” and down she went.
She gurgled as she hit face first with a splat. Then she was standing on her head again, writhing and bubbling like crazy. There were a couple eruptions of bubbles before I decided she’d had enough.
I brought her up and then retrieved the hosepipe that was hanging from the wall. I sprayed her down pretty good until I got most of it off. But she looked like she was in la-la land.
I untied her from the post. But she was on wobbly legs. I had to help her back into the changing room. But she eventually told me she’d experienced three of the most intense orgasms of her life.
2018 (written for Dorothy Sep 18 ’18 by riwa)
(Poser renders are courtesy of C. Mike Hunt and are used for illustration purposes.)