Caleb Comes to Town

Caleb Comes to Town

by JEP

Chapter 5 – The Training Circle

When she regained consciousness she found herself secured to a strange device. It was a twenty-foot horizontal pole, secured to a post. The pole was situated so that eighteen feet of it was on one side of the post and two feet was on the other side of the post. A heavy weight was on the short side to serve as a balance. Actually there was a motor on top of the post and the horizontal pole was secured somehow to the motor. There was a circular path worn quite deep at the end of the long portion of the pole. Heide's wrists were tied together. Then a short rope attached her wrists to the end of the long portion of the horizontal pole. He told her this was a training ground that he had used for his previous trainees. He said when he turned on the motor; the pole would begin rotating like a merry-go-round. She had a choice of either keeping up or being dragged. He told her that starting today she would be given an hour of training on this device each day.

She was already sweating profusely as the sun was high in the sky and it was at least ninety degrees. He used a remote to turn on the motor and the pole started slowly rotating in a circle. The bindings on her wrists were suddenly yanked and her arms were snapped forward. She began walking to follow the circling device.

She had to maintain a fairly brisk walk but she was in good physical condition and she thought, "I can do this."

After fifteen minutes however she began to have some reservations. The beating, the sleeping on the ground, and the rank food had sapped her of much of the strength she was used to having. Also, the sun was burning her naked skin. Being Scandinavian, she was quite fair-skinned and her body did not react well to direct sunlight. Her body was already turning red. Her breasts, particularly, were suffering, as they had never before seen any sunlight. She was sweating profusely and her breath was starting to come in quick shallow gasps.

Then, to her dismay, he increased the speed of the rotating device. Now she had to break stride and begin trotting. Her arms were killing her from being extended like this. Her tits were bouncing fiercely up and down. The burned skin of her tits was hurting tremendously with this unusual motion. Now the sweat was washing salt down on to her scarred back and it felt as though it were on fire. Plus, her bare feet were aching from running on the compacted, worn ground.

Thirty minutes had elapsed and she was in desperate straits. Yet she still held out hope that she could survive for thirty more minutes. She knew if she fell, she would be dragged and it would do terrible damage to her tender skin. She could feel her heart pounding and she felt as though her head was going to explode. Then, the son-of-a-bitch increased the speed.

Now she was being forced to jog quite rapidly. Her brain was tripping out as she tried to deal with all of the stress being imposed upon her. To make matters worse, he was standing quite closely to one part of the circle. Everytime she went by him he let loose with the whip. He would deliberately wait until she was just barely within striking distance, running away from him, and then he would let fly to see how good he was. He would hit her about three out of four times. Sometimes on one of her ass cheeks, sometimes on one of her tender thighs, often on her already damaged back.

As her circle would approach him she would begin trembling at the knowledge of what he was going to do. Then, when the whip cracked, she let out a blood-curdling scream – even if he missed her and all she heard was the pop of the whip in the air.

At forty-five minutes she was lurching stumbling. She was shouting gibberish and her eyes were wide with fear and pain. For some reason, mercifully, he slowed the motor so that she only had to do a very slow walk for the remaining fifteen minutes. As relieved as she was at this respite, it had its downside. Now when she walked past him, he had no trouble slamming her with the cruel whip.

It was similar to the clock she had watched last night at fifteen-minute intervals. The anticipation was as bad as the pain. Now, when halfway around the circle, approaching him, she was shaking and begging. He seemed to be oblivious to anything. He was more intent on increasing the quality of his aim and his strokes then anything else. And, he did improve with each circle she made. As the hour came to an end, her backside was a mass of bleeding, ripped skin. The soles of her feet were in shreds as she hobbled from one foot and then the other to relieve the damage.

He released her bindings and she sank to the ground on her knees. He asked if she were thirsty. Her nod and her sweat-covered body supplied the answer. He told her to look up and open her mouth wide. He told her if she failed to swallow every bit of drink he was about to give her she would be subjected to another hour on the rotating pole. She answered by snapping her mouth as wide open as she could.

Then, with horror, she saw him slowly unzip his overalls. He wore no underwear and his dick fell out of its own volition. She was terror-stricken but she was too afraid of the consequences of the pole to do anything. He tenderly held up his dick and aimed the piss slit at her open mouth. He moved forward so that his dick end was almost touching her lips. He let loose a solid stream of deep yellow piss and it cascaded into her mouth. He let just enough go in to her mouth so that she could swallow it. He pinched off his dick to stop the stream. This went on for several cycles as he continued to deposit pee in her oral opening. Her stomach was heaving at the taste but she was too exhausted to vomit. The piss was warm and smelly and horrid tasting. Even worse, it seemed as though he could piss small amounts forever.

Her jaw was aching from being held open and her throat was raw from the action of the uric acid in his piss. When he finally completed his mission he began milking his dick, squeezing out an endless supply of pee-drops. Finally there was one solitary drop resting on the edge of his slit. He told her to lick it off. She didn't know why but this seemed to be the most degrading thing of all of drinking piss.

Then he carefully lifted out his massive, hairy balls to let them dangle free in front of her face. The smell was overwhelming. She could smell his musty, dank man scent and it made her skin crawl. He told her his balls had become incredibly sweaty with all of his effort in training her around the circle. He told her to lick them clean of all of his work. Now her eyes welled up again with tears and she began begging to be excused from this awful task.

He looked at her and said, "Then it's the pole."

She understood and without hesitation bobbed her head forward and buried her nose directly in the skin just above his huge balls. As the wrinkly skin enveloped her nostrils her stomach began heaving with its full load of his piss. He sensed her vomit building and he told her if she threw up, by nightfall her head would be on his wall. Somehow, with deep breathing and constant swallowing she kept down the bile that was building in her gut.

Then she inched out her tongue and began licking his dangling nuts. It was worse than drinking piss. They seemed to have a life of their own and were constantly banging into various parts of her mouth and face. She could barely breath through her nose that seemed to be captivated by his scrotum. But somehow she did it. She removed all of the sweat from his package. Just when she thought she had completed her task, he reached down and lifted his sack to display the underside of his balls. Odors flew from this directly into her face. Now she was gagging again as she saw the large amount of moisture resting on this portion of his groin. Sadly she licked it.

She could also smell shit seeping from between his legs and she thought, "Thank God none of that is on his nuts!"

But her 'joy' was short-lived. He turned around, bent over and spread his cheeks. She then saw the hairiest, shittiest sight she had ever imagined.

He said simply, "Clean it."

She knew there was no viable alternative and her tongue reluctantly reached out and buried itself in the midst of the hairy jungle between his raw cheeks. It was just as the thought. Shit tasted like shit. She wondered if he ever wiped as she ingested flecks of poop and tried to swallow them in one fell swoop. Gradually, sorrowfully, she actually managed to clean his entire ass.

As she began to think she was through, he told her to clean the inside of his shit tunnel. He pulled his hairy cheeks further apart and she saw his shit hole winking at her beneath all the hair around it. She bobbed forward again and imbedded her tongue in his ass. As she swished it around she thought she could hear him moaning. Her life was completely in the toilet – literally. When she finally finished that portion of his anatomy he told her to bury her tongue as far as it would go in his ass. She acquiesced and with her tongue deep inside his guts he turned loose of his ass cheeks and let them snap shut around her face. Then, he cut a long, squealing, satisfying fart. She was forced to swallow the gas that expelled from his guts and she pulled back and began wailing like a completely lost child.