Diary of Carolyn

DIARY OF CAROLYN

Chapter Five

Copyright 1997

Skull Duggery

This is a work of fiction

I was already in a state of arousal as I stood up careful to keep the bucket high enough to keep the strain off my nipples. My excitement began to build even more as the perspiration glistened on my young body. I'm certain the temperature wasn't over eighty five or ninety, but with the humid summer air, it felt much higher. As I diligently trudged along, the oven like atmosphere surrounded me like an invisible blanket. I began to fantasize myself a prisoner of war in some tropical South American country. How foolish I had been allowing myself to be captured by these primitive savages. I had heard about their simple but sadistic methods of torturing female prisoners, and now I was one being marched through the jungle, my naked, sweat covered young body exposed to all. I imagined hearing the soldiers betting among each other how long this girl could last.

Realizing I was nearing where I had planed to rest, I had to decide what I wanted to do. My decision was more difficult than it seems. For one, my fantasy had me extremely turned on, and I wanted to keep it going. Also, as I mentioned before, I wanted to be where the water was after I finished getting myself off. On the other hand, I was almost certain my arms would give out before I reached the pump house. After weighing the alternatives, I changed the rules. Hey, don't look at me like that. I mean, I made them, didn't I, so who has a better right than me to change them? I knew you'd agree.

Having made my decision, I let myself escape back into my fantasy. I imagined my captors, due to an argument between themselves, decided to allow me to rest while they worked it out. I set my bucket on an old log and unhitched the laces. Leaning back against the log, I shook the circulation back into my tired arms. I then started to reach for my water jug to quench my thirst only to remember it was empty. Well, I wasn't really that thirsty. I also knew I was in no danger of dehydrating myself. Strangely enough, although the combination of heat and humidity makes a body sweat profusely, you actually lose less water per period of time than if it were hot and dry.

I closed my eyes to the hot mid day sun as I ran my fingers over my sweat matted pubic hair keeping just far enough from my most sensitive places so as not to trigger a premature orgasm. I began to realize after only a couple of minutes of this, that I wasn't large enough to be far enough from sensitive places and still touch myself. Everywhere I touched my body brought a short breath and a little pleasure spasm to remind me how excited I was. I could actually hear my juices of arousal dripping on the dry leaves beneath me. Only the thought of how much greater my climax would be if I just waited a little longer, kept me from jerking myself into orgasmic haze land right then.

I had only rested about ten minutes but I was anxious to continue with my ordeal. The wiggling of my nipple clamps caused a few sharp pains to shoot into my breasts as I attached my laces to the bucket handles. Although the clamps were not yet excessively tight, after five hours of continuous clamping I had thought I'd be in more pain than I was currently experiencing. Believe me, that would change dramatically before long.

The short rest had brought strength back into my arms, but the hot dead summer air had done little to cool me off. My nude teenage body still glistened with perspiration as I hefted the bucket and began my self imposed ordeal once more. I'm unsure as to why, but I again had that fleeting thought of being happened upon by someone, and picturing myself trying to explain away what I was doing. By the way, it actually happened to me a year or so later, but I'll let the story fill you in when it gets there.

Forced to do a reality check by the previous brain wave, I carefully looked around. Seeing or hearing nothing out of the ordinary, I slipped back to my jungle fantasy land. Imagining the enemy soldiers, having resolved their dispute, were again forcing me to march through the steaming jungle wagering when I would collapse from exhaustion. I became even more aroused as I vowed that I would not give satisfaction to those filthy bastards, be imaginary or not. I thought how in reality, I would make a poor slave. Although I like to fantasize myself a slave, I think I'm far to turned on by defiance to ever be totally submissive. I continued along, my arms beginning to ache from the exertion.

My mind was slipping deeper into my fantasy as I imagined the soldiers having strapped a pole vertically to my back thus preventing me from bending or squatting. In their cruel sadistic minds, they would only be happy when I would finally lose all ability to carry the weight, and I would beg in agony as my nipples were torn from my breasts. Although in reality I would never put myself in a position that could permanently disfigure or seriously injure me, it sure is fun to imagine it.

The pain in my arms was increasing sharply. Knowing from my position it would take at least fifteen more minutes to reach the pump house, I tried to walk a bit faster. It wasn't but a minute or so when I found this to be harder on my arms than walking at a normal pace, so I slowed back down. This is how athletes must feel, I thought to myself noticing how well defined my arm muscles had become from the long exertion. Having been born minus the sports gene, athletics had never interested me, but it now occurred to me athletes probably get their rocks off from the pain the same as me. I was sure I was right. I'll bet they really wear those plastic crotch guards so not to accidentally start playing with themselves in front of all the spectators. Hell, I'm not so different after all.

My imaginary captors were becoming more excited also as I strained with all my will in the tropical heat. The veins in my slender young arms were clearly visible as I fought with every step to keep my increasingly heavy bucket at waist level. The burning ache that filled my arms and shoulders seemed unbearable. I could tell I was rapidly losing my battle of the bucket when I caught sight of the old pump house about three hundred yards ahead. Now, with my goal in sight, I renewed my concentration. As hard as I tried, I just couldn't keep the bucket at my waist. With about a hundred yards to go, I began to whimper. Partly, I think, from exhaustion, but mostly from my downwardly distending nipples doing their best to help support the heavy bucket they were attached to.

I was already well into my second earth shaking orgasm when I reached the pump house. If the pain searing it's way throughout my heaving chest was any indication, my poor nipples must have been supporting all of the buckets gravity seeking weight. There wasn't enough feeling left in my tortured arms for me to tell if they were helping or not as I collapsed onto the ground with my third orgasm, obliterating me to everything else. I felt myself losing control of my bladder as the fourth climax filled my exhausted body with ecstasy. From some subconscious instinct I moved my hand over my crotch only to let my hot piss spray uncontrollably as yet another wonderful orgasm shuddered it's way through me. Engulfed in ecstasy, I rolled onto my back, my nipples, still attached to the bucket, started to bleed as they dragged the heavy bucket as I rolled to my back. I screamed at the top of my lungs as the unimaginable agony tore through every nerve sending me into a final explosive orgasm obliterating all but it's own indescribable pleasure. It seemed the more the pain, the more the climax. Not wanting my orgasmic haze to end, I remained motionless until I could no longer endure the fiery pain from my ravaged breasts.

I had no choice but to remove the clamps from my bleeding nipples. I had not intended to do such severe damage to myself, but still reeling from the absolutely, could not have ever imagined, most wonderfulistic sexual experience of my life, it was worth it. I managed to get my orgasmicly ravaged body into the pump house and drank as much of the cool well water as I could. Although my mind was intent on cleaning my now dirt covered sweat soaked body, my body said, later on, as I fell into a much needed sleep.

I awoke with a momentary attack of panic. I had blissfully dreamed away the entire afternoon and the long shadows of dusk were visible through the pane less pump house window. My panic lasted only until the sandman had left my sleepy brain and returned to wherever sand men go when they return you to reality. Actually, my feeling of panic turned into one of astonishment as I surveyed my dirt and debris covered body. I looked as if I had been away for a month with all the pieces of dead leaves, twigs, and other assorted crapola stuck to every part of my naked body. I pumped some water and as I worked at cleaning myself up, my mind started working on my plans for the night.

Fortunately, I hadn't done any permanent damage to my nipples. Although they were extremely sore, a close inspection after cleaning away the dried blood, revealed the clamps had only cut the flesh, not torn it as I had feared. Either way, I would have no further need of my clamps or weights on this day. In fact, after eating my remaining sandwiches, there was nothing in my duffel bag I could think of a use for, so I decided to leave it and the bucket in the pump house. I had stashed a flashlight in the old pump house on an earlier excursion because of a somewhat unpleasant night time woods experience previously encountered. In all honesty, having forgotten to bring one along again, I was relieved to find this one in working condition. One must be careful when leaving battery powered items in the woods. I know because I saw on TV that rabbits use them too. Fortunately, I had hidden this flashlight well.

The suns evening rays still illuminated the western sky as I closed the door on the old pump house. The cooler evening air felt good as it lightly caressed my bare skin. Very much sexually satisfied from my flood of earlier orgasms, I was now in more of an adventurous mood than anything else. Not that there was any real danger in the woods at night. Most people who are not raised around rural places think wild animals are going to attack them. There's a thousand times better chance you'll win the Irish Sweepstakes twice in a row, than be attacked by a wild animal. Wild animals don't like people. They try every way possible to avoid people. Actually the greatest danger of animal attack is by someone's abandoned house pet.

I guess you could say I was feeling like taking some chances that night. Not anything that could get me hurt or anything mind you. Just some things I had never tried before. I started out towards a public campground located a couple of miles to the northwest on the shore of a small woodland lake. The excitement of my plan brought goose bumps to my naked skin as the shelter of the pump house disappeared behind me.

A nearly full moon was rising early providing enough light that I didn't have to use the flashlight. This I was happy about because I didn't want to draw attention to myself moving stark naked through the trees. Even a flashlight beam can be seen over several miles at night. My plan was to sneak into the public campground and take a swim in the lake, actually pond would be a better word, and back out without being seen. This was really taking me to my limits. If you have been following my tale, you know one of my worst fears is being caught naked, and with nothing but a flashlight for cover, I was very much naked now. Maybe deep inside I wanted to get caught. Perhaps I thought it would cure my unreasonable modesty. You know, I utterly envy anyone who is unafraid to let the world see them nude. After all, what could be closer to total freedom than strolling down main street with your tits bouncing and your pubic hairs blowing in the wind for all to see.