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A Month in the Highlands

Chapter 5

                       
				 A Month in the Highlands


                                			       Chapter 5


     	Things had now reached a precarious state of equilibrium and I
concentrated on breathing properly and doing my best to calm down. I kept
reminding myself that no matter how dire the situation seemed to be, I was still
safe, thanks to being under the protection of Mistress Maggie. They might be
able to frighten me, and to date my antagonists had done an excellent job of it,
but the rules forbade them from permanently harming my person, (if a slave might
be so described) in any way, or drawing blood, which eliminated many additional
torments that might have been visited upon my body. So I waited for what new
surprises would be sprung upon me. They wasted little time.

	I felt something warm being dripped onto my penis; it did not burn or
for that matter irritate it in any way. I continued to concentrate of breathing
properly and doing my best to control my heart from jumping from my chest. Then
I felt my foreskin being pulled back to its limit; the pain was quite intense
and I had to finally release a few screams and the like to acknowlege that my
limit had been reached, and perhaps even exceeded slightly. Silently I prayed
that this forceful handling of my sensitive foreskin might draw some blood, thus
freeing me from any further interaction with this extremely cruel woman. Such
was not to be the case. Now I felt some kind of binding that assured that my
penis would remain in this extremely vulnerable position. More of this strange
flowing material was added, now concentrated  on the newly exposed portion of my
penis.

	Then I realized in a flash  what was happening when this large fleshy
tongue began lapping up the substance that had been deposited on my rigid prong.
I was going to be forced to have sex with a dog, a very large dog if it's tongue
was any guage of its size. Perhaps the words "to have sex" were not correct. It
was more likely that I was going to be raped by this animal, since I was
definitely not interested in willingly having any form of sexual congress with
it. The lapping and sniffing continued unabated, its tongue searching out all
the crannies and crevices for more of whatever it was scooping up from my penis.
As the search continued, I began to feel some pain from the raspy tongue that
was now beginning to irritate the exposed flesh that was normally protected by
the foreskin that was now pulled back and held fast to allow me no shelter from
the beast's assault.

	More of that substance was applied to my sore penis and the dog
continued to lick it up with long swipes of its tongue, each pass further
irritating the sensitive flesh. Then some was applied to my scrotum, and the
dog's tongue quickly followed. By now the pain in my penis was significant and I
could feel some type of fluid beginning to dribble from the tip of my cock. Now
it was someone's finger scooping up this fluid and sampling it with a loud
smacking of the lips. I was not prepared for the vicious blow that the person
delivered to my rigid member. The pain was blinding, but not sufficient to mask
the growling of the animal, now distracted from its feast. Things were becoming
perilous and I was utterly helpless to prevent whatever was going to happen
next.

	I did not have long to wait. I felt a hand grasp my stiff penis and then
I felt something poking at the head of my member. The poking continued awhile
until I suddenly experienced a sharp pain as something entered my pee hole and
began moving through the length of my penis. I had never felt anything like it; 
the pain was considerable, and I thought that something hot was moving inside my
shaft. The pain continued until whatever it was was fully entered. Now my
bladder began to empty itself almost unbidden by my own muscles. Later on I
would learn that I had just undergone a catheterization process. My bladder was
now totally vulnerable to anything that could be put down that narrow tube that
ran out from the slit in my hard dick. Then I heard a chuckle that froze my
blood, followed by a voice that said, "Now let's see what we can pump into this
haughty slave's bladder. I know what we'll do, let's pour some of that piss he's
trying not to swallow back into him and see how much he can hold. After all a
bladder is something that can expand greatly, isn't it?" As it turned out that
comment was far from being accurate.

	The level of waste in the ruff was lowered substantially, a harbinger of
what was to be pumped into my bladder. However I was not to be spared any relief
from that which I was immersed. I was given a Hobson's choice as a thick penis
was presented to me. "What shall it be my pretty, a nice long drink directly
from the tap, or the prospect of consuming a bit of shit along with that aging
piss that surrounds you in order to avoid drowning in this filth?" I realized
that ingesting this offering would only delay the inevitable, but I desperately
needed some time to marshall my strength for whatever was to come. I opened my
mouth and soon a stream of acrid waste began squirting down my throat. I did my
best to keep up with the flow that was steady and quite powerful, evidently
issuing from a very full bladder.

	
	I could feel my belly growing as my unknown tormentor continued to fill
me with his yellowish offering.  Then I felt the overwhelming urge to urinate.
It caught me unprepared and I automatically tried to open the muscle that would
allow the urine to flow from my filled bladder. This reflex had no effect
whatsoever, I could not relieve myself! To make matters worse my concentration
had been broken and now I was coughing and choking on the seemingly endless
stream of urine that was splattering across my face, into my eyes and mostly
landing within my mouth. I struggled blindly, panic now gripping me in its
powerful grasp. The pressure on my bladder increased slowly and I despaired. I
had never felt such a sensation of fullness, and there was absolutely nothing I
could do about it.

	In order to make the pain associated with the back filling of my bladder
my main focus, they ceased pumping anything more into my full bladder, waiting
until I finished swallowing the last of this torrent of urine that made my belly
feel as full as it had been in some time. A set of sharp fingernails raked my
bulging belly and I heard that blood chilling cackle once more. Initially I felt
very little as far as pain as the mixture from my ruff was once more pumped
slowly into my bladder. Then abruptly I felt the first lancing pain as my
bloated bladder began to react to the pressure being applied from what was
pouring into it. I groaned as the discomfort grew.

	My reaction evidently was disturbing to whoever was in charge of my
humiliation. "Give the slave something to chew on, his natterings are bothersome
to my ear."  I heard and felt someone searching in the mess that surrounded my
head and then a hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back painfully. "Open
wide my pretty, and chew on this." A large turd was squashed into my mouth and a
hand held it inside and waited for me to begin chewing on it. I had no choice,
especially when my nostrils were pinched shut. My jaws began to dutifully work
on the soft mass of waste material, as I heard laughter in the background.

	I have never felt the need to urinate as badly as at this moment. The
pain was excruciating. Once more those long fingernails raked across my flesh,
this time passing over my bloated bladder and providing a degree of pain that
was inexplicable. I screamed until my voice grew hoarse. My reward was to 
experience another pass of those talons. I began to lose hope of ever escaping
this torment. What was to become of me? How would Mistress Maggie react to my
unfortunate demise? Worse still, how would my perfect Mistress respond to the
news that I had passed away unexpectedly? The propect of dying in such a dreary
place was perhaps the only thought that kept me from competely giving over to
utter despair.

	The voice whispering in my ear broke my fixation, returning me to the
matter at hand; how to survive this perilous situation I found myself enmeshed.
"It seems as if you are stuffed to the gunnels and yet there is much more I wish
to do in this regard. Tell me slave, what would you suggest?" That blood
chilling cackle that followed was even more terrifying in close proximity to my
ear. I felt numbed. How could I possibly make any kind of a reponse that would
make any degree of sense to this voice, considering her objective was to make me
suffer to my limits and perhaps beyond? Those wicked nails dug into my nipples
and I gasped from the pain. "I guess I'll have to improvise since you have not
chosen to cooperate with me on this matter. That will be on your head and that
of your obese mistress, who obviously cares little for your well-being."

	Moments later someone began pissing into the ruff locked round my neck;
shortly thereafter another stream joined in and I was deluged with their acrid
showers. The level in this cistern that they had constructed rose precipitously,
threatening to submerge me. Then the flow from the pair stopped, leaving me less
margin than ever. My head was bent back and my neck stretched to its limit to
keep my nostrils clear of this noxious sea that surrounded me. Then wonder of
wonders, I began to feel my bladder releasing its contents. I was utterly
exhilarated at this feeling of relief, so much so that I failed to appreciate
what lay in store for me.

	"You have only one choice my stubborn slave, find some storage place for
what I have just had removed from your bladder. Once you accomplish this deed I
will extract another amount from your reservoir and feed it into your bladder.
Then one of my slaves will once more restore the level, leaving you only one
option when it comes time for you to handle the additional waste material that I
will make available from your rather well stretched bladder. This will continue
for a time, perhaps longer than you will be capable of keeping pace, but that
will not be my fault. This  will be laid at the feet of your current mistress,
the uncaring one."

	It was then that I realized I was just a pawn in a power struggle
between these two dominant and demanding creatures, the type I wished to spend
my life serving. How ironic to die in such a drab, dank place with no one to
observe my fate and perhaps at some later date inform my perfect Mistress of
what transpired, and how I had only thoughts of her as I gave up my existence.
True to her word I was forced to ingest everything that was pumped into my
burning, roiling bladder.

	My belly became full to bursting within a few cycles. My aching bladder
was now to its limit, perhaps a pint of that noxious mess surrounding my head
had been moved through my still erect penis. At each exchange my stomach grew
fuller and more rounded. I did not really know just how much was too much, but I
realized that I was having some difficulty in gaining breath.

	The issue became completely academic when a foot sank deep into my belly
causing me to begin vomiting up its contents, now even more toxic thanks to the
reaction with the acid in my guts. At first the relief from the pain that grew
with each moment from my distended belly overcame the realization that I was on
the verge of drowning in an ocean of waste, turds floating in a sea of urine and
god  knows what else. Then I inhaled my first mouthful of this fetid muck and
struggled to regain my composure or else face imminent death. The second
mouthful became a partial lungful and I lost consciousness, absolutely convinced
that I had breathed my last.



				(To be continued)



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