I couldn’t even eat breakfast this morning. I felt sick all day at work. It only got worse as the day pushed on but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what I had to do after work. I had to go through the woods again. I had to find him. I couldn’t force him so I would have to bargain for my license back, to hopefully never see him again. After work I stopped at an ATM and withdrew $400 it was the max I could get but I hoped it wouldn’t cost that much. I pulled myself together and tryed my best to walk confidently through the woods. I did pretty good until I saw him.
Standing there next to the port-a-potty was the same guy I pushed past before. The same guy who had used and abused me so terribly just yesterday. He just smiled at me when he saw me. I tried to shrink into myself but it didn’t work so I just looked at the ground avoiding his eyes.
“I knew I would see you again.” He said with a chuckle. I couldn’t look at him.
“You have my ID, I want it back.” I managed to force the words out without looking up.
“Yes, why don’t you step into my office and we’ll talk about how you’re going to get it back.” He opened the door to the port-a-potty and ushered me in like he was being gentlemanly. I stepped past him, knowing he was going to make me do horrible things, into the port-a-potty. He followed, squeezing us both uncomfortably close in the small space.
The port-a-potty obviously hadn’t been cleaned since I was here yesterday. There was still a pile of shit in the urinal, though now it sat in a pool of urine that couldn’t drain past it. The seat was up letting the room fill with the noxious odor of the mountain of shit that was built up inside. There were sticky streaks everywhere where his piss had splattered and been left to dry. The mess I had left was buried under more shit, evidently they were still using it even in this state. There was still no toilet paper. The smell was wretched but even so as he closed the door behind us and turned the latch I could smell him and he was some how worse.
I was standing, facing the toilet, with my back to him. Without a word his hands started exploring. One reached around and cupped my breast while the other slid down my tummy and tried to slip down the front of my skirt. I froze, like a deer in headlights. He started kissing my neck as he groped me and I stood there completely powerless. His fingers dug against my pussy and a moan escape my lips. This seemed to invigorate him and he doubled his efforts on my pussy and breast. I tried to be stern but my body was betraying me and I blushed under his ministrations.
He seemed to be happy with this level of submission and put his hand on the top of my head. A slight pressure indicated what he wanted and I lowered myself to my knees. He stepped over me and spun to sit down over the open pit of feces that was before me.
“Just you and me now babe, why don’t you get my cock out and show me how much you want you ID back.” He said grinning at me. I still couldn’t look him in the eye. I reached up and undid his belt, then the front of his pants. I pulled them down revealing his soiled underwear, I couldn’t even tell what color they were ment to be but I tried to block that out of my mind. I pulled them down too revealing his huge cock. It was already hard and larger than I had ever taken in my mouth, before yesterday at least. You could see the ring of my lipstick marking how deep he had been in my mouth. While obviously cleaner than the base the top had fresh brown streaks along it’s length.
With tears welling up in my eyes I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. It tasted like shit, not metaphorically, I had tasted shit yesterday and his cock tasted like shit. I started bobbing up and down slowly trying to ignore the taste and the smell and just not think about it. His hand on the back of my head pulled me in deep, past the lipstick ring I had left before. I didn’t even have the will to resist as his cock pushed down my throat. I gagged as he ground my nose against his dirty pubic hair. Suddenly my throat was filling with warm liquid. I choked as he filled my throat with pee but he didn’t release my head. I had no choice but to swallow it down or he was going to drown me on his cock. He let out a loud fart and I heard some plopping sounds from below. Apparently I was pleasuring him while he used this disgusting port-a-potty.
His piss slowed to a trickle and he finally released my head. To his shock and mine I didn’t pull away. I just continued the blow job I was giving him without skipping a beat. He smiled at me as he squeezed more shit out into the port-a-potty. He lifted his legs over my shoulders and repositioned himself without removing his cock from my mouth. I wasn’t really sure what he was up too until he pulled me off his cock and pushed me lower. I resisted for the first time his hand pushed my head but I refused to budge. He wanted me to lick his shitty asshole and I wasn’t about to just let that happen. Then he dug his heels into my back and the force lurched me forward planting my face with a smack between his cheeks. Once I was there it was easy enough for him to smear my face up and down his crack. It smelled vile from this close and I couldn’t help but taste it as my lips rubbed up and down over his hole. He was starting to get mad so I finally relented and stuck my tongue out. He must have felt it because he stopped pushing me and let me take over. He held me with his legs as my tongue slipped up and down his shitty crack slowly taking more and more of his filth into my mouth. I looked in his eyes for the first time as my tongue probed his filthy hole and he was just watching me smiling.
I could feel his asshole stretching open. I struggled to pull away, knowing what was coming but his legs held me in place. My eyes locked with his and I begged and pleaded with them but he just kept smiling and pushing. A lump of shit pushed between my lips and I knew he wouldn’t stop. I scraped my tongue against it and tried to swallow it quickly to get it over with. The flavor stuck to my tongue even after swallowing the chunk and he was still going. More pushed in and suddenly a dam broke. His shit filled my mouth. I choked and I swear some forced its way up my nose. He held me in place so there was no where for it to go but down. I began swallowing making audible gulping noises but only a little squeezed down with each gulp. When I finally swallowed it all my tongue pushed out and went right back to licking his butthole. He let me lick for a while longer, until he was satisfied I had cleaned him well enough, then he pulled me up to my feet.
He stood up too, again putting us uncomfortably close. He bent me over the toilet and I held on to the seat for support. I didn’t resist, even as he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. I just stood there and let him as I closed my eyes and tried to block out the smell of poop and the image of the pile that filled the hole before me. He pushed his cock into my pussy in one hard thrust and I couldn’t help but moan at the filth below. He started thrusting hard, stretching my pussy around his cock while I did my best to hold on. But his generosity didn’t last as he grabbed one of my wrists and painfully twisted my arm behind my back. He leaned forward pushing his weight onto me and forcing me forward into the hole. My single arm buckled under the weight and I plunged face first into the brown abyss. With one hand on the back of my neck and the other holding my arm he started pumping into me again. Every thrust drove my face deeper into the pile of sewage. I tried to scream but opening my mouth only filled it with shit. My free arm flailed about uselessly trying to push me out of the pit.
I don’t know how long I was in there, seconds, minutes, an eternity. It wasn’t until I felt him push in deep and hold that I remembered he was still fucking me. Even with the filth in my face and the pain and everything else I could feel the hot spray of cum in my unprotected pussy. I stopped struggling, for the first time since he plunged my face into this filth, thinking it was over. In the darkness I heard the door rattle and swing open he didn’t let me up though.
“Alright who’s next?” I heard him shout. Holding me in place with my arm he pulled his cock from my dripping pussy and shifted around to sit on the seat again. My head was pinned down in the filth. He still had my arm locked but I couldn’t pull my head out from under him even with all my strength. The door opened again and almost immediately there was another cock in my pussy. I tried to move away but a few hard smacks on my ass and a yank on my arm lem me know they were in complete control.
There were so many of them. Each one picked a hole and using it however he wanted. Some used both. Some peed on me. Some peed in me. I lost count of how many had used me. I had no idea what time it was. When my legs gave out they just fucked me on my knees. When my knees called it quits too a couple of them held my legs spread for whoever was taking their turn. I’m sure I must have passed out, maybe a few times, but every time I woke up I was still being fucked.
Finally they put my legs down. The door swung closed or at least it would have if my legs weren’t hanging limply in the way. He finally let the pressure off my neck and let go of my arm. I fell gracelessly to the floor and almost rolled out of the port-a-potty. I couldn’t move I wanted to get up and run but my legs and arms just weren’t working. He was still standing there next to me smiling.
“Don’t worry pretty lady, these woods aren’t safe after dark but I’ll make sure you get home okay.” He stepped out and I knew now was my chance to get away. I tried desperately to get to my feet but my legs wouldn’t support me and I sprawled across the dirt path infront of the port-a-potty. It was dark. I must have been in there for hours. He came back dragging a wheeled garbage bin behind him. When he saw me trying to crawl away he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back with little effort. He lifted me up and stuffed me ass first into the bin folding me in a way I didn’t think was possible.
I tried to struggle but I couldn’t move enough to even try to get out of the bin. He started dragging me and I realized he could be taking me anywhere. I had no power to resist and he was kidnapping me. I just willingly walked right into being kidnapped. What was I thinking. During the trip I cried and worried and begged but he just kept dragging me. I even offered to come back if he would just let me go. He paused for just a moment then kept dragging me. Finally he stopped, there were a few seconds of silence while I waited for my fate. The lid lifted just a couple of inches letting in a beam of light and an envelope that fell down onto my chest. There was a loud thump and I could feel myself falling. The bin hit the ground dumping me out painfully onto a grass lawn. It was my lawn. He had brought me home.
Instantly a new fear came over me, being caught like this by my husband. I started to crawl back into the bin to hide. It took a few minutes to get feeling back in my arms and legs and a few more to muster up the courage to peek at the house. All of the lights were off. Maybe he was asleep. I gathered my things and the envelope and snuck in the back door. I snuck straight to the bathroom to clean up. As I was washing the shit from my face I saw that he had texted me at some point during the evening to say he would be out late. After I had cleaned up my outside and rinced out what I could of my insides I stopped to check what was in the envelope. My ID fell out first, thank god he actually gave it back though he still knew where I lived. There was also a stack of pictures that looked like they were printed out at kinko’s. They were pictures of me, from yesterday and some from earlier today. He must have had someone else run and print these while all those guys were fucking me. The last one, was of my gaping pussy as his cum dripped down my legs. On the back was a note.
“Trust me there are plenty more of these. I know where you live. I know where you work. I know where your husband works. If you don’t want him to find out what a filthy, disgusting slut you are, you’ll come back tomorrow prepared to clean up the mess you left in my port-a-potty.”
