Bonds of Friendship


Written by Septia.


“Marilou, come on here doll.” 
	“And you were getting worried she wouldn't come, weren't you?” 
	“Ah was afraid if she'd be on time. She always comes back…” 
	My legs resisted me as I neared the trio and the outskirts of the forlorn forest preserve. Sinew tensed through my thighs to hold back my steps, knowing what their company would bring. Yet, my pace didn't miss a beat, neither them or anyone else in the park could discern the struggle that raged within me. Except, those three didn't need to see it, to know it was there. 
	Ubertha met me half way to snag a grope down the cusp of my skirt, the length of the clothing could fit in her palm, just long enough to be considered 'decent'. “Playing dress-up as a right ol' slut aren't you, doll?” 
	I walked by her side, the woman keeping my rear clutched for long enough to pass the time acceptable for it to be the gesture of a friend. I sneered, but couldn't speak up in public that this getup was what I had been instructed to wear. Ahead in the patch were the boys, Syl entranced with the map and Caibel rummaging through his backpack. It struck me just how out of placed I looked, a few centimetres cut from beach models thinking I am skimpily dressed. The only luggage I carried was myself, while the others were each dressed in layers, with stocked backpacks. It was hard to see by the boots, but Ubertha was wearing at least three pairs of socks. 
	Syl flung up the pack over his shoulder. “Route is laid out and weather is fine, at most we’re getting some drizzle.” 
	Caibel wrapped an arm around my shoulder, joined on the other side by Ubertha. “We got supplies with us to have fun for more than just one week, and you don't have to worry, we packed for you too.” 
	“So, Strumpet, ready to head off?” 
	For a moment I entertained the thought of refusing, heading home, getting a page or two done and forgetting about all this. Yet, with two at my sides at one ahead, I was already caught in their triangle. “I'm… as ready as I'll ever be.” As I spoke they were already escorting me into the frondescence of the woods. What point was there in heading home, when they were the ones who held my keys? 


~ 1 ~


Between the four us us, there wasn't a single clock, I couldn't keep track of how long it was till we first stopped, only that we had reached paths I wasn't familiar with. 
	Syl held out his arm. “This is far enough.” 
	“Uugh, finally´,” Ubertha said and dumped her knapsack like a load of bricks, “all that gear is killing my back. Lets get the doll ready for dress-up.” 
	A shiver of contempt ran down my spine, when my bent my arms behind my back. 
	“Would you look at that, seems you can teach old bitches new tricks.” Syl commented while plucking up a few combination padlocks. 
	Chains of steel rattled before coiling and squeezing back my bust. “Hmnhgguk…,” I grunted whilst Caibel tugged the restrains enough to have my bust mould over it in heaps of breast fat. 
	“Bitch is too kind for a sow like ours,” he mused whilst his hands trailed across my chest and hooked beneath the chains, taking his time to drag them upwards, “it isn't as much training as it is instinct.” 
	-Klfgtrh-. The iron links clatterer as they scraped over skin, leaving bruises before they settled in fixing my arms behind my back. -Clthhcts-. 
	“Sows head to the sty like flies gather round their manure,” the first handcuffs of the harness sealed over my biceps, the second found their spot around my wrists, make up could only hid the blemishes the cuffs would leave so much, lately I had stopped even trying. “She is even branded.” Caibel said and sealed the shackle much tighter, metal maws gnawing into me. 
	“Gnha… not so tight you oaf-.” -Smhtch-. My head turned at the impact, Syl's hand-print pulsated on my right cheek. 
	“Piggies shouldn't think they have a right to open their fat snouts.” He grabbed my chin in the same manner one grabs a cutlet. “They turn the other cheek as soon as their own gives the command.” 
	I stared into Syl's face, draping with sweat that splashed onto my forehead, below felt Ubertha tying ropes to the harness, and affixing them around my breasts. Course fabric draping against me, bristles prickling as seven rotations of the cord tugged down over my chest, squeezing stiff. My breast protruded outwards like the reddening frosting to the brown restraints. -Khchng-. The padlock behind confined me to the harness. 
	Syl let me go, the others joined him, then they waited. An urge to kick all those smirking pricks off of a cliff brewed in my chest, hotter than the ache of the harness. I faced away from them, taking a few moments to breathe, I flexed my fingers, I barely able to even rustle the harness. Despite these sensation welling up inside me, or perhaps because of them, I looked back over my shoulder to expose my left cheek. A peculiar smile played on my lips, even as their hand whipped towards me once more. 


~ 2 ~


-Khllching- They fastened hooks to the chains on my back, the boys hanging up their bags, it felt like they were stocked with rocks, but by the sound, it was more metal. The dirt chilled my bare soles, its granular texture under the weight I was carrying made it feel like I could sink into natures grasp at any moment. Perhaps I would have been safer under the dirt, compared to where I was now. 
	Ubertha clasped a collar around my neck, listening to my grunts as he she adjusted the straps, loose enough to breathe, yet closed enough to give a sense of strangulation at each breath. 
	“Ah thought you had learned by the last session that we don't much care for our toys talking.” Her fingers roamed the side of my face, dipping past my lips and spreading my mouth open. Streaks of grime congealed with sweat were slathered in my mouth by the caress of her fingers. “Keep open now mule, you know what happens if you bite.” She cooed her fingers at the back of my throat, applying smear of saline fluids. 
	I coughed and gagged on her hand, to the amusement of the woman fondling my maw and draping it in her saliva. A bitterness soaked my maw until I was coughing up phlegm, Ubertha slithering her hand free and drying her palm on my cheek, the salt and drool made the marks sting. “Phual… Phau…” -Swaakch-. I recoiled at the smack. 
	“What did Ah just tell you, you still have ears, don't you swine? Or do you only listen when we yell?” -Smhcth-. -Hrrlsh- -Phtio-. Her spit drooped down my eyelashes like crawling tendrils.


“Pehyyuck, Caibel did you wash once since our last play date?” 
	“Course not, I haven't changed either…” 
	I blinked away the drool and reeled back, only to feel the weight resting on my back, three full knapsacks bearing down on me like I was a mule, keeping me below them. Above I saw a pair of yellow underwear, or… oh gosh… 
	“Yikes, Ah can tell, these used to be white.” 
	Across the fabric were blotches of yellow, and islands of coffee brown stains, the two colours met down the middle for the darkest spots, which neared black. Ubertha bundled up the shorts into a ball. 
	“This'll do just fine…” 
	A pull on my hair made me feel a drag in the bottom of the roots, once my mouth laid open in a scream Ubertha scoffed the ball down my gob, muffling my cry. The clog of fabric unravelled in my maw to overwhelm my taste buds with weeks worth of musk, if not months, all which had seeped into the cloth itself. 
	“That should shut you up, not that it matters… you are screaming for no one but us out here…” 
	As soon as I felt it shift within my mouth the bombardment begun, a tart sting of moulding sewage made my mouth feel like a drain pipe, crusted remnants of nights spent alone trickled over my tongue in a gush of fermented caviar. -Shquilsh-. I shouted into the gag, Caibel squeezing my lips together, sap seeped from the crumpled ball when my mouth was forced shut. Grime from creamy bowel fudge oozing into my maw like syrup. There was a piquant warmth mixed into the mire, the sharpness of overripe lemonade pooling in my cheeks along with loosened scraps of mud and spunk. I shook and scrambled repulsed by the muck soiling my maw, curbed by the bulk and brace keeping me in place, a few tears rolling down my face. 
	“Ugh, its going rabid, shut the doll up would ya?” 
	-Scnapht-. The underpants were squished back, brushing a dry patch against my tongue that could very well have been the main ingredient for tear gas. Caibel had strapped another pair of underwear on me, the elastic band tugging the oozing lump into the back of my throat, the pants secured with a knot at the back of my head, reinforced with a couple of duct tape patches. 
	“That's much better, seems we are read to get going again.” Ubertha jerked my leash, I stumbled forwards, hunched over with the bags weighing me down and a tainted yellow drool seeping from my maw. 
	“Get moving,” -Smmatch- a hefty spank nearly made me topple, the tug of my leash getting me walking, “disgusting mule.” 
	“Hey Caibel, where did you get the other underwear?” The man chuckled and snapped back his shorts. 
	“Wearing multiple layers, wouldn't feel fresh to just stay in the same pair for weeks.” At this Ubertha chuckled. 
	“Seriously? what a coincidence, I had the same idea…” 


~ 3 ~


The underwear fomented in my mouth, engraving its malodour into my being, the stench of a botched stew with a urine stock that had been left to rot in the sun. Looking at them, I didn't see the three friends I had met in the club any more. Those people wouldn't have gone this far already. I quivered as another gush splattered out in my maw, with a mumble I wobble over and slumped face face into the grass. My collar dragged. 
	“Looks like the sow wants to wallow in the mud.” Caibel scoffed and sat down over my back, planting my face into the dirt. 
	“That is too bad,” Ubertha spat out and dragged my head up by my hair, “you've gotta haul or luggage like the pitiful mule you are, we should be there by sundown if you are lucky…”
	-Ogrkbmlush-. Syl patted his gut and smirked. “How about a compromise, lets give the sow a bit of mud to hold onto.” 


I was shaking my head as hard as I was able to, yet the collar made it tough enough to even wiggle. Behind me I manage to get a glance of Syl dropping his pants, his underwear as drenched in yellow and brown as Caibel's were, yet that was just the pre-show… His ass laid like a savannah of khaki mud and brown grass, he could never have taken a razor to it with the perspiration drenched bush that revealed itself. -Sphhrppluuth-. He aimed for me in time for his cheeks to joggle with the gust of bowel wind, with my mouth sealed the pungency of the blast grasped deep into my nostrils like claws of wilted produce. My coughs stopped at the plug and sounded more like the hurls of a bound dog.
	“Aww. That is it, unng… there was too much cheese on that pizza… Good thing we got a portable mari-Loo.” -Bruuolpth-. This time he squatted right next to me, forcing me to turn my head right into Ubertha's rear. 
	“If we are just waiting I wanna have a bit of fun too…” She held her cheeks open and let them smack back to envelop my face, grinding her rear back to squeeze me up to the crack, flakes of old filth scraped off. 
	I shouted, muffled by both the gag and rear, but I could still hear… -Spllushgllshish-. The trickle and crackle of so much backed up butt chocolate, It was like listening to clumps of melted caramel. And it was close, but where would it end up? I could only hear the coil sprawling out longer and longer, my heart pumping with worry and my lips mouthing out pleads unheard. 
	-Chpplihuusgth- The colon nougat dumped down into my open palms. To the surface it was hot, I could feel the steam emanating out through its pores and pocks, the size was stunning, yet the fat loaf matched the man. With my face buried in a rear the old grime's scent suddenly transformed and became the fresh smog of newly backed shit. I struggled and flailed my hands to drop the hunk, but Caibel held them, strapping something onto the back of them. -Chppluhsfsh- My hands forced together in a bowl for the fudge to deposit in,  heated clay smacking onto my skin and moulding after my every nook and cranny, squeezing its chunky shape into to fit the interspace of my fingers, drooping like wet sand. -Slliutch-. After a few curls of dung had heaped up in my palms they were shut together. I mumbled out into the ass as I felt the sealing touch of duct tape. The silver adhesive rolled over my hands, my thrashing and flexing only resulting in the sickening -Hsloush- of gunk musing up between my palms, spreading along the tape and compressed over my hands in a chocolate frosting. 
	“Mnha, get the pig her mud, that is what she deserves.” Ubertha mumbled up as she humped back her rear into my face, mushing and bobbing my head in the clasp of her cheeks as layers and layers of build up around my hands, rolling them up to a blunt cocoon harbouring a oozing grimy centre. 


“Aaa, that's much better.” -Sphuutlbrt- “Scuse me, and look at that, piggy got herself a proper hoof.” 
	I quivered on the ground, my mouth coated in filth as much as my hands were. There wasn't a moment to rest before the boorish trio hauled me up and hung the luggage back.
	Syl appeared in front of me. “Didn't bring much toilet paper, but Ubertha was kind nuff to let me borrow these.” 
	I saw him hold a pair of panties, thin and brown, yet having another coating of fresh umber smeared onto them, must have been the first time he had wiped in weeks, new clumps of waste mashed up with matured bricks of filth. I shook my head as it neared me, yet I couldn't escape the new face-mask. -Shpiuhgst-. The gunk smeared out over my nose and forehead, my thrashing only lead me to get an inhale of bitter gutter sludge so rank it shrivelled up my nostrils. Coughing and wheezing into the panties I was hoisted up to my legs. 
	Sly raised his hand, I stopped heaving, staring at this hand. -Shhnatch-. He smacked his palm straight into my forehead, grinding and twisting the panties to spread the helping of pudding in big blotches of filth. Burned backed beans and spoiled celery drenched the earthy stench. 
	“There, now you can wallowing all the dirt you want sow…” The three started to laugh amongst themselves, sauntering on with my leash in their grasp, tugging my wreck behind them. 
	Had I seen what I looked like now, I wouldn't have recognised myself. 


~ 4 ~


	-Shrilg-. I winched at the odorous swamp-fluids which seeped into my maw, the underwear's scent escalated by the crusting dung that laid smeared beneath my nostrils. A river of smegma infused mucus drippled down the length of my tongue, despite my effort the trail scaled my throat, lodged like a stray hair. -Thnngd-. When my leash was tugged I felt it through my chest and neck, the force caused my breasts to throb beneath the rope, shifting ever so slightly to a hue of blueberries. 
	“Pick up the pace,” Caibel barked and turned back to the others, “what sort of mule is this poor with horseplay?” 
	“Horse is a compliment, if anything her stature makes her a cow,” Syl spat out before cupping my breast, even that touch sent jolts of strain through me, and let the heaving bulk of chest padding wobble down in the grasp of the rope. “Cattle like this are known for being able to carry at least a tenth of their body weight, so we could double the load and it wouldn't affect this bovine.” His fingers crawled down my chest and grasped a fold of fat on my gullet. 
	Mumbling through the gag resulted in more fluids leaking from the gag, so I simply kept walking and took the, frankly overweight, man's fondling. 
	“She is a sow as I've told you before, our doll surely wouldn't make the cut for one of those trendy Clover dolls though, even if they split he down the middle she'd still be a few weight classes above the standard.” Syl gave my gut a spank before he joined up with the others in a hearty chuckle at Ubertha's quips. 
	They barely talked at me anymore, just about me. I couldn't exactly respond to them either way, aside from dampened grunts. Which they seemed to care as much about as the peeps of a squeak toy. 


-Brfffrt- ”Oomph… All those beans are making a return on me, bit a help Caibel?” 
	I had resorted to stare into the ground, keeping my head up took too much effort, though I glanced up when they reeled in the ropes, my face in line with the dark chocolate cheeks ahead of me. “Mmnffpfpd-.” I mumbled out as Caibel stuffed my face into Ubertha's rump. I rustled my head between the cheeks to get out, only to find chains of iron clasping my head in place. -Sqliqush-. Instinctively I clenched my fist, yet they only met with the same sludge that laid confined in the silver-cocoon, The muck beneath the panties smushed out across my face once more as I was forcefully delved into the rear of the woman, who gyrated her rump from side to side to properly squish my head between the musk reeking hams. I felt folds and bloats of her ass fat pinning down on me, squeezed into sections from the ropes and chains they spun around her hips and my face. -Clhrtch- I heard several clicking of locks that secured my spot lodged in her ass. 
	“Pull the gas sponge up tighter, Ah don't wanna stink up the place for you gu-.” -Sphhurbrllth-.
	My face was blasted in an array of tepid smoke, humid pungency condensing into dripples of spicy stink across my face. With my pantie clad face nestled up to the pucker the wind of fermented cumin and putrid jerky trickled down my nose and rammed straight down my throat. I coughed and hawked, only making me taste her salt drenched musk and the fresh colon fudge on my face. 
	“Mmn, I know I said I was regretting all that spicy food, but I could go for some chilly right now.” 
	I heard Ubertha say above me, and albeit muffled through the putter of -Pshhrth- and the walls of insulating butt meat, I could hear them start to eat as they walked, it sounded sloppy and messy, like beans straight out of a can. 


-Bhoorgborfft- Every few moments cane another assault, canned meatballs and beans spoiling in my face with each burst of gutter fumes. I was venting more gas than an exhaust pipe, my nostrils and throat melding together into one tunnel of pricking and pungency. My legs throbbed, muscles strained beyond their capability, I had long since passed that threshold, yet Ubertha wouldn't stop, so neither could I. They kept going even as my legs dragged along behind her, each grass a blade that threatened to cut me, each trot a battering to my knees. The last few times, I had noticed they no longer cared if I was hurt, there were no safety-nets I could fall back on with them, no safe-words… in fact, no words at all. 


~ 5 ~


-Shrrrspnfd-. My face plummeted towards the ground, ropes in a mess around my head. I belched out a cocktail of drool and rear grease into the panties. 
	“Gotta give it to ya Syl, this aint a bad spot you marked out.” 
	“Appreciated, there is no one but the ranger and myself who knows this place, and the rangers been retired for years.” 
	“Smells like freedom to me. Caibel, be a pal and set up the trash can, me and Syl will get a fire going and get comfortable.” 
	I managed to turn my head, aside from a fire pit, we could have been anywhere in the forest. Only trees and sky to navigate with. 
	“It is not often I have a trash can that has come all this way just to be filled with garbage.” 
	I quivered as I felt Caibel's big toe against my chin, the digit snuck underneath the muddy mess and pried it off of my face. A stench of tepid, over-salted stew rose from his nail, and a smear of gelated toe-sweat squeezed onto my face while his toes wriggled to scrape off the stained underwear. 
	“I am going to need a new gag for the-… hey, was that a twitch in your arm?” 
	I glanced up, unused to see anything else that butt-meat. 
	“That won't do at all.” He stepped over me and pulled his belt free, I smacked the duct tape bundle to my back with the little wiggle room I had. 
	“I am gonna need yours' as well.” He called out whilst coiling the belt around my torso, dragging it right above my cuffs. -Shhcthnn-. With a pull my arms snapped against my back. 
	“Shhoonfp.” I squeaked out as I felt the pressure begin to restrict my blood-flow. -Shhnnfft-. Another strap was secured around my shoulders, and with the clacking of iron prongs I felt my arms pinned into place, shackled, bound and belted. 


~ 6 ~


Whole rolls of duct tape spun around my thighs, with the day's march my legs were noodles, child's play for someone as sure on their hands as him. By all accounts, I should have fainted. Every fibre of my body laid either pulsing with exhaustion or bound to a standstill, Ye, my heart thumped on, I felt alive with a rush of adrenalin, excitement. However, the reason I was still conscious, was that the thought of being left unconscious with these people. -Sqpush-. The stench of mushrooms boiled in sweat send chills through my face, Caibel's pad smacked into me, his heel at my gag, scuffing it in and twisting down to smear the gag deeper into my grasp.
	 “What a dumpster doll you turned out to be,” he muttered whilst his foot brushed over my complexion like a window wiper. Perspiration unclogged from the crevices of his sole, cleared off across my cheeks like butter. Unlike the lard one smears on sandwiches, this was granular, clumped in stinking dimples of dirt and sock fabric. 
	“And still, you don't get that dolls don't move.” He spoke as if narrating an encyclopedia, wrapping plastic bands over my chest and tying them up into ribbons, each sealed with a bolt and screw. 
	Whilst his pad ground into my facial features, my breasts and arms we clutched into folds between the ropes, until I resembled a wrapped up gift ham. 


When I struggled he pulled my leash, I felt a sting in my breasts as my neck heaved forwards, my lips closing over his heel as he twirled it down to give me a grimy hunk of foot fat to suckle on, whilst the gag got smushed to the back of my throat. -Ghoolgmp- I coughed up a storm around his heel, ropes of spittle flying out, despite my efforts the soiled underwear disappeared down my throat, smearing a trail of muck behind it. 
	“Just typical of a greedy sow,” his foot bore down on my neck as he spoke, squeezing the lump made by the bundled fabric, keeping it lodged in my throat as I hawked and wheezed, “always so greedy, and never listens when you tell it to keep quiet.” It was a relief to swallow it properly, buying me a few deep gasps of air. 
	“Miss piggy here gobbled up her gag.” He shouted. 
	“Then the next one'll haf to be bigger, so she chokes if she tries to eat it, bitch gotta learn.” 
	It was all a bit of a haze of muck and toe gunk, though I could see the three of them undressing, handing their socks and layers of underwear to Caibel. Except, Ubertha kept her shoes on. 
	“Phyuk, almost forgot about this goodie.” Ubertha said swaying her panties like a pouch. “I stuffed a pierogi in there, just a special treat for our toy, kept it somewhere between layer two and three.” 
	“Ooulch… how long has it been there?” 
	She chuckled and tossed it to Caibel. “Ah meant to give it to her last time we met.” 
	I got a glimpse of the hunk of bread and stuffing in the undergarments, green patches of suds had grown like fungus on the flattened pastry, through some cracks in the cover I imagined streaks of purple. Yet it was soon swathed up in a pack, bandaged in several other pairs of their sullied clothes. Gray lumps on sock smeared into umber streaks, the stitches all that remained somewhat pale compared to the splotches of yellow and khaki coffee stains the clothes were covered in. There laid crusts in a yellow so muddled and grimy it took the guise of armour from some otherworldly beast. -Shrungk-. I heard it crunch with the juices of the cluster. Once the bundle had been wrapped it was dressed in two pairs of cocks, one from each end, the reeking stockings packaging the filth to a manageable packer, roughly the size of a fist. 
	“Sh… shw… W-wai…” I mumbled from instinct, yet saw Caibel holding the gag between his toes, and threading the parcel into my grasp with the others holding my maw wide open. Its flavour pierced into my maw, I withered my shoulders back and forth, only managing to nudge on the ground whilst they threaded in the gag, letting its bloated sides caress my lips and compress to fit within my gob. 
	More duct tape followed, closing over nearly all my maw, but leaving a sliver open, held down a layer of fabric. Through that I could breathe, yet all was tainted through a filter made up from the result of weeks of unhygienic living. -Sqhuilshg-. I huffed and squealed through my nose, yet they merely hauled me up to the trunk of a tree, to lasso my body to the trunk. My tongue bathed in oil, a concoction of unwashed toilet visits reeking of tart fudge as a stock, seaned with scabs of smegma and coagulated foot sweat that crumbled as my mouth closed. And at its core, the pastry was squelched to a mire which saturated the gag in puss. The tastes jabbed into my senses, leaving me tear eyed as they fastened a cone around my head. With streams rushing down my cheeks at the sewage lodged in my mouth, I saw the top was the rim of a garbage-pail. Without another word from them, the lid slammed above me, sealing me in darkness with slop and spit filling my maw from the humid gag, and it had no where to go but down my throat. 


~ 7 ~


-Klkungkt- The lid scrambled, the dim of twilight bathed me. -Schrkngk- An opened can smacked into my face and rolled off beneath my jaw. The lid was shut once more. The next time, a smeared wrapper for a sandwich latched onto my cheek, followed by a plate of oat gruel which clambered down the walls like dew. 
	“Yesh, just because you know the forest doesn't mean you need to eat like a bear, ah wouldn't feed this to a pig.” Ubertha spoke above me, the stale grime clasping down my hair, drippling at a snail-paced. 
	I wanted to clench my fists, yet the bandage of duct tape around my hands left my fingers with only a light jitter through the mire within. There I sat planted on the ground, back kept straight against the bark, arms, legs, torso bound in several layers. Wiggling my toes was the only means by which I could attempt to communicate, yet even my feet soon grew tired. 
	The lid around me grew filled in fruit peels, spoiled sauces and meat loaf that moved like jam. Waste juice drained in veins down my throat, it moved at a gentle pace, yet enough to make my skin itch. It pooled above my mouth, beneath my nose a slapdash of trash. Forced to breathe through my nose, the sent of fermentation trickled inside me like tap water. Much of this had spoiled long ago… I had carried it all the way here, just to wallow in the filth it made. Among the mire came the occasional beer-can, though they became more than a few as the evening went on. The cans reeked of alcoholic acidity, simmering around me like the won tons in a soup. Their laughs and joy was distant, despite being only a meter or so away from me. What I couldn't hear, were the chains. Perhaps I couldn't move enough, perhaps they were tightened to the degree which they were locked against my skin, I trapped them as they did me. 


~ 8 ~


“Oh noh, I'll show you cooking, ah've.. ve gat somthun spechul…” Ubertha's voice reverberate in my metallic prison, metal rattled as she lifted the lid with a hand already occupied with a bottle. She chuckle at my face, cheeks rosy. “Ah've gat somthun reel spechul… U'll laav this Dwolly.” She tilted my head down, some oily mire spilling from the front and sewage porridge flooding close to my eyes, yet I saw her unlatch her shoes. 
	Several layers of socks laid nestled within her boot, and once she managed to peel them open a plume of yellow tinted fumes soared from the hold. The smog carried with it a odor that blocked up my whole throat, bluntly bashing through my nostrils with a spiked mace of slated mould. After the initial strike the smell settled as a fizzing bitterness, like I was breathing inside an unwashed and abandoned stable. -Shrlligsht-. The noise that came from her foot rising out of the sock made me think of a swamp filled with tar, pale sunny strings ran from her foot into the sock and her pad laid smeared thick. 
	“This is a treat ah've been ageing fur a while. What'cha think missy.” 
	I couldn't shake my head hard enough before the foot smacked into my face. -Ghrllith-. The noise like wet clay dropped onto the floor. 
	“Milk, sum culture, and my feets provides the spice, think's mature?” 
	I sputtered out at the globby paste spreading over my forehead, dollops of the dairy mixture clinging to my face like glue, it was as sour as a blue cheese dropped on a busy street, the earthy mulch simmering its sent through my nostrils. Thrashing around my head only daubed more gunk over me as she played with her feet sluggishly. 
	“AH-hey. She looks hungry, gonna give her all uv it?” Syl rattled on behind her, trailing his fingers across my mouth and dragging the plug out. 
	I wanted to bite down on it, rather that face being fed, yet the gush of mulch coerced me to open up wide, just in time for the end of the sock to be stuffed in my face. It lulled down like batter, the paste littered with dirt flakes and drops of congealed sweat. It crawled into my mouth, my leash tugged back to keep my head arched and mouth open for the sop that dragged itself down my maw. The feet based dairy gummed up my maw, oozing through to stain its path in tart grease. How long had she walked around with it, the milk had spoiled long ago, despite having a semblance of molten cheese, there was nothing but sour foot musk to its taste, intense and crawling through my maw as the mas gummed up my throat like an adhesive. 
	She squeezed down the sock like a tube to deliver the sludge into my maw, before I could hurl the gag smacked back past my lips, festering with the oily cheese, sticking to the dairy and seeping its juices through, bleeding the flavours together. 
	“Ghowwod, scoff down tha't gorgon-sole-a you disgusting wreck…” Ubertha mumbled out and patted my cheek. “Mnrgmb… mama neehds unver dwink.” 
	My throat was sullied beyond what could heal, my mind screaming, but neither myself, or anyone else would listen. 


~ 9 ~


Along with the trash around my head, a few piles of mud had built up in my lap, yet the dousing of colon fumes and drizzle of lemonade was nothing I could stop, only remaining, fasting in my cage whilst the others sang and cheered. Suddenly, I felt someone fumble with the belt that tied me to the tree. A moment later I was tipped over. For a moment I felt the grasp of coagulating garbage hold me like a claw, but then the cone slammed into the ground, the lock coming lose and both lid and cone scattering aside, leaving me like a cracked vase with only guttural porridge and sickly decaying peaches to cushion my fall. 
	“Yeah.. come now, mnaa, don't leave me waiting.” 
	A pair of cheeks from above smacked into my shoulder blades, I felt Ubertha laying down my back, smushing spreading her legs around my head. My tied arms reduced to a backrest. 
	“You're gonna be mine, girl…,” Syl mumbled out through the occasional -Ohhuarp- and aimed up his sausage above my head, closing in to let it pass through Ubertha's meat curtains. 
	I felt his sack rustling through my sale, muck crusted hair, every wither and squirm from Ubertha above as the chubby bear of a man claimed her on top of me. Her fluids spilled down my neck, crawling beneath the straight collar. 
	Caibel joined in at her head, letting her larger laced maw have a taste of his meat. She only paused her sucking to kiss either of them. Caibel kept the rhythm up when she was busy, grinding against my rear or the folds made on each side of a restraints as he heaved out in pleasure. He didn't go for me, he wasn't even close, I was just the upkeep until Ubertha invited his shaft inside once more. 
	Liquid lust rained from above, whilst their bulk plugged my head into the dirt. They didn't even acknowledge me anymore, to busy humping, caressing and groping each other, I was just the mat they would lay out over the ground to keep themselves from getting dirty. Dung and piquant urine, blended together with the sole Stilton had dominated her maw for a good while, yet when I heard the cries of delight above me, the crumbling cracks of cock-cheese grew sour on my tongue. A splatter of lust rushed above, a tepid load congealed over my legs, simpering down the clefts and valleys made by secured ropes. 
	Syl's sack rested on top of my head, along with the rest of him laying sprawled out over Ubertha.	They stayed still like a framed painting for a few minutes, If only I could make myself understood, but there were no options for me to communicate. Shortly, I felt the thrusting start up once more. 


~ 10 ~


Darkness rarely comes to the city. Parts of it can be in shade, moreover it can even get dark. But darkness is different, even being trapped in a pail didn't bring darkness. But, in a starless sky, when one's neck is lodged to the side, staring at a fading flame… that is when darkness comes. Behind me laid Ubertha, only Caibel's jacket hiding her shame. Caibel laid slumped over my legs. And Syl… Syl was finishing up one last bottle. 
	“You aren't gonna run on us, are you?” He huffed out, snorting a clump of phlegm onto his wrist, which he dried off on my chest, wiping off the goo between dunes of my flesh. “Course yer not… spoiled wrench… Toys can't run from their owners,” he chugged down the last of the bottle and stood up above my head, “they can only disappear, and always be found again. Specially, if ye got their keys.” 
	Out of the corner of my eye I could see him aiming his bratwurst of a member at me, but then he went down onto his knees, grumbled under his breath an proceeded to lay down on top of me, like how a big child crawls into bed. -Fhsiush-. His genitals laid over my face, sack pushing over my left eyes, limp member handing below. 
	I couldn't even shuffle him off. There I laid with musk oozing out of from his bush, the sweaty, well used package grinding over my face as he curled up, he would have been enough to keep him still even without the harness; with it I was a rock. 
	-Frfllrrssh- The mud my face rested on absorbed his urine, loosening it enough for my cheek to start to sink into the freshly warm, piss drenched ground. My heart clapped a thousand beats a minute when my nose slowly became submerged in the earth, the only way I could breathe properly. I scrambled and pulled up with all my might, but tilting my head too much strained my chest, something awful. My fervent breathing start to suck up gravel, coughs and harks distracted me with the gag leaking in my struggles. Despite the pain, the odor, the vile bile in my cheeks. I tried to stay calm. If I was perfectly still, enduring the flood of juices and sole dairy dragging down my throat, and the pain of having my head turned to tug on my collar, I wouldn't sink. Syl shifted above me, I sank ever so slightly. That was when the charcoal cooled, and darkness became absolute. 


~ 11 ~


The filth inside the duct tape had hardened overnight, now it sealed my hands in place like terracotta. -Khtcht-. They were adding new padlocks, pulling chains tighter, checking my cuffs. 
	“Think this could be sow to be proud of?” 
	“This one isn't even worth the slaughter.” Caible responded in frank tone when Ubertha asked. 
	He was braiding my hair together with a chain, dragging tufts through the links and affixing the chains and hair to a rubber band he tied to my feet. Whole rolls of duct tape went to bunching my feet together, creating a big blunt oval where they had once been, as worthless as my hands. 
	Syl hammered a metal cable clamp into a root, near my head, and Caibel traded off every other chain braid over to him, so it could be secured, each with a separate padlock. 
	My leash was tied to a tree behind me. Instinctively I wanted to reel back at the pressure, but that caused the chain braise to pull my hair by the roots. I wagged back and forth for a while, unable to find an equilibrium between being strangled, and the pain in my roots, the rubber ropes providing a tugging strain to either area if I moved too much. Chains coiled around my ankles, connecting it down to my arms, whichever way I was lain, something pulled on me, it never let go. Ropes were tied around padlocks, strung to my thighs, arms, woven into my hair, I couldn't follow all the points I was attached, it became a haze of steel, belts and duct tape. A generous amount of adhesive silver were wrapped around several locks and chains, down the braids to make every tug hurt so much more. 
	“Ran out of booze a bit earlier than ah anticipated.” 
	“You chugged them like a drain, Ubertha.” 
	She snickered and cupped my jaw. “I am not half the drain this rubbish pipe is.” 


~ 12 ~


“Sure that was the last lock?” Syl asked whilst Caibel rummaged through, the now lighter, bags. 
	“Those are all we brought along with us.” 
	“Shut up for a second boys… just look at it…” 
	I quivered, even then it didn't feel like I had moved a muscle. 
	“Fascinating, aint it? It can't do anything. Aren't we lucky to have such a good doll?” They gathered around my head, Ubertha holding two pairs of sullied underwear, Syl holding a pair of headphones, and Cable held the master key. 
	“But,” Syl said as he affixed the headphones, and laid the tape player besides me, “a doll is a toy.” 
	“And a toy which can't do anything…” Caibel continued, holding each and of the key between thumb and forefinger, and then… he bent it down the middle. 
	“…Is a boring plaything.” Ubertha smirked and hung the first pair of underwear over my fact, duct taping it and the headphones down. “And those we tire off so easily, especially without booze.” 
	A chill ran down my spine. They had to have a spare key, they wouldn't actually do this. She smirked, the first pair of underwear leaving my eyes to the open, but the second covered down in a wail of bark stains and murky sunflower-oil. I mustered out a grunt from beneath the gag. But they simply pressed play, and I started to hear a sultry voice through the headphones. 
	“Slut… Bitch… Worthless pile of protoplasm. You aren't even worth the effort of tossing in the trash.” The tape continued, I struggled, my shouts all but muted through the gag, the stench of waste and urine still fresh in my nose. 
	I called for them, the way I could, but I could barely even hear my own thoughts with the voice that kept insulting me on repeat. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, I couldn't talk, and I could barely feel a thing. This was too far… I said told myself that every time, each and every time I regretted it, each time they went further, hurt me more. And still, each time I came back. I wouldn't lie to myself, when they released me, I would already be thinking of the next time, what they could possibly do to top this, how far they would stretch their moral compass, if they had one left. So I waited, hog-tied, chained to myself and the ground, despite what I felt, they would get a stern word when they came back with more alcohol. 


~ 13 ~


They had left. Everything laid silent. It wasn't the silence from a group of friends heading out to the store, it was complete silence. Outside the repeated tape that scorned me and the horrendous odours that grasped the depths of my being with its burnt fungal bitterness, there was nothing. They couldn't have… But, I had sad everywhere that I would be gone for a week… 
	And… Of course I hadn't told anyone where I would really go… anyone but, those three… my lips contorted in a disgusted frown around the gag still fresh in my cheeks, with a shiver of cold needles springing through my back. Yet, there was nothing for me. Just waste, insults and soiled shorts. 
	The last words they had told me played in my mind, again… and again… With no reference point, I had entirely lost my grasp on time, maybe an hour passed, maybe just two minutes, but soon, despite the pain running through my head and neck, I came to rest with chin suspended in the air, passing through to a dreamless sleep. Around me, the total darkness of isolation enveloped my immobile, unconscious form. What separated me from a corpse? I could still taste.