| +! |
|
|
He meant it. This guy had a thing for making her eat her own shit. She moved on her knees and put her face to it. It smelled of shit, corn, pussy, and butter. She moved to it, bared her teeth, as if to avoid touching her lips to the foul thing, and took a tentative nibble. Repulsive. Then there was a swoosh and her ass exploded in pain. She shrieked at that! "He said eat it." Seems her coach had made a nasty long flail from a bunch of prickly bramble canes. She didn't know what is was, but she knew it hurt like hell!
The gang loved this turn! "Now be a good little piggy and eat your dinner. You wanted it, now get that cob clean. And I am going to play with my toy until your done." Another blow landed. And a few seconds later, another. Someone stood astride her, his legs tight to her sides so she couldn't move. She dove at the corn, her only salvation. The blows kept falling on her sunburnt ass rhythmically every four or five seconds, urging her to wolf down the fetid corn. She would never have believed that she could so voraciously gnaw at a cob of shit-covered corn in the mud. She ate like a rabid animal, tearing and scraping the flesh from a carcass.