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THE FOREST

This is a work of fiction strictly from my imagination, the people are not real and the events are not real, please take this as a story and nothing more.  Comments, are always welcome.

Riding bikes through the forest seemed like the perfect start to their honeymoon. John and Frances had married and traveled to central France for a long peaceful break.  The wedding had been a huge family event and had sapped Frances’ energy; there had been so much planning.  The first two nights of the honeymoon had been disappointingly uneventful, as Frances had gotten her period a few days earlier, a bit of poor management on the part of her body.  Probably something to do with being around her sisters she thought.  She had been very careful about the wedding date and she was always so regular.  The couple had taken it in stride and reasoned that they had waited so long to lose their virginities so a few more days wouldn’t matter.  Seeing John’s erection for the first time had been a little shocking to Frances, it was the first one she had seen, except for drawings in anatomy books.  She was mostly shocked because he was circumcised and so he looked a little different than the illustrations.  She couldn’t tell much about size but in reality he had about 5 inches with a 3-inch girth, a pretty average penis in the real world.  It looked like it would fit and she was excited to find out. She had offered John either her hand or her mouth because her pussy wasn’t available and she certainly wasn’t going to offer her backdoor, as some of her friends said they did for their husbands.  But he had said no, he would rather wait till they were both ready.  She felt a little disappointed that he didn’t take her subtle hint that she was available for the same thing.  After all, her clit was just as available as his cock.  Reluctantly the newlyweds waited for her period to end and caught up on some well-needed rest.

The road through the forest was partially paved with asphalt and some parts were rocky tracks.  It was very quiet, blocked to traffic and the cool overcast weather seemed to have kept others inside.  It was slightly humid and there was a dampness that held the promise of rain later.  For a time there was the sound of a forest crew working with chainsaws somewhere far ahead of them, but once that sound stopped there was nothing but nature, the sound of their bikes on the road and their own breathing as they negotiated the hilly terrain.  The couple was both fit and loved cycling, usually they rode touring bikes on well-paved roads or paths but were very glad for the mountain bikes they had rented.  Both were dressed in tight cycling shorts, shoes and John wore a tshirt, Frances wore a sports bra.  Both were blond, blue eyed, fit and very well toned.  A young couple in perfect health.  They were well muscled with flat abs, John looked every now and again at Frances and her perfect figure as she pumped away on her bike taking on the challenge of a steep hill.  She had bound her breasts with athletic tape under her top.  It was odd but as thin and fit as she was she had large, perky, well formed breasts that she was embarrassed of.  She would have loved to have no boobs at all, possibly an A or a B cup, but life had given her 34 D and she knew she had been described as boobs on a stick, which just upset her when she thought about it.  She was very proud of her bottom that was tight, firm and very very round, not one of those flat athletic ones.  She was very proud of her long blond hair that was tied into 2 side pigtails.  She kept the rest of her body completely shaved and waxed.

John carried a pack with a picnic lunch, bread, cheese, a salad with oil and vinegar for dressing, fruit and some beer.  The hotel had provided it all.  It was unusual for them to have beer but they had accepted and thought of it as a rare treat.  As they reached the peak of a hill and saw the countryside spread out around them they stopped for a moment and took in the scenery, the woods all around and noticed that there was just the sound of their breathing, the wind in the trees and the bracken, the slow buzzing of insects and they watched butterflies and bees flit from one plant to the next, pollinating as they went.  The sounds of nature in full reproductive force.  There was no one but them for miles.

?John, darling, wait here a minute, I just need to pee?

Frances dismounted her bike, took some tissue and a wipe and walked briskly through ferns and brackens to a large oak a little way off the path.  The tree was tall and moss covered with gnarled rough bark.  Stepping behind it she found a level spot between 2 roots and lowered her shorts to her knees then squatted.  It was lovely to feel the hot rush of urine flow out of her and the sound of it splashing on the ground behind her made her smile.  Perhaps the denial of sexual activity she had imposed on herself before marriage had heightened other sensations and natural processes in her body.  She loved the feel of food and liquid in her mouth, the touch of different materials on her skin and though she would not have told anyone she loved the way it felt to pee, and buried far deeper in her psyche, she really loved the way it felt to poop.  Frances was very careful with her diet as there was something particularly exciting and erotic about the long slow, perfect shits she would take twice a day.  Unfortunately the rich food at the wedding coupled with her period  had interfered with her well-regulated habits and she hadn’t been able to shit for the last 2 days.  Once she had finished peeing she quickly checked her tampon and was delighted to see that it was clean, no blood, she would be having her first sex very soon.  She smiled contentedly as she wiped herself clean with the tissue, then put it in a little bag with the tampon and used a sterile wipe on her fingers.  She would throw them all away later.  As she pulled up her shorts she realized that she was suddenly in need of that dump she hadn’t been able to take.  It wasn’t an ideal spot, but at least she could get rid of the uncomfortable bloating she had felt.  She needed more tissue though and another wipe so she made her way back to John, apologized and headed back to her spot by the tree.  John was happy to sit by the bikes and study his map.  They were far from any towns or villages and he wondered about taking the bikes through the forest workers tracks.

As Frances walked back to the large oak she noticed a small shelter a little way off among the trees, little more than a wooden hut with a roof covered in moss.  She wondered to herself if that might not be a better spot to empty her bowels but decided that the tree would do just as well.  She was also concerned that if anyone used the shelter it might be anti-social to have taken a shit in it.  Not that she would leave the turd out in the open, it was better to cover it or bury it.  Taking care of one’s environment and other people’s  was important to her.  Reaching the tree she pulled her shorts all the way down to her ankles and squatted.  This time she faced the tree and placing one hand on the trunk for balance she reached back, grabbed her left buttock and pulled her cheeks apart.  She wanted to push the contents of her bowels out as quickly as possible but didn’t want to strain.  Worried about hemmeroids ruining the look of her tight sphincter she was very conscious of how she pooped. She silently cursed the wedding food again and thought about all the lovely fiber she had added over the last 2 days.  She knew that the shit would be bulky but it might take a while to squeeze out.  Still, it was a lovely day, John would be fine and she would just take her time.  She could feel a slight opening of her sphincter and reached around, felt the first little bit protrude, it felt like a little rock or a nut and she frowned with disapproval, it wasn’t good to have it feel that way.  She tried to let it just pop out naturally, but it took some effort to push and squeeze.  It slid back in again and she moved her hand from the tree, bent further forward and used both hands to pull her ass apart.  This still didn’t work so she began to gently rub her anus, stimulating the nerve endings.  She loved how it made her eel, it was like an itch that needed to be scratched vigorously, but she just rubbed gently and used her nail a little to tickle her tight little hole.  Suddenly and without any warning a piece slid out and she caught it in her palm accidentally.  Intrigued she took a look at it then dropped it behind.  After that she felt the fullness in her tummy shift and a long coil of shit slid easily from her ass.  She expected it to end but it seemed to go on forever, she wondered whether to nip it off, but decided to just let it come out as much as it wanted; this was because she didn’t want any left inside.  She had been constipated a few months earlier and had had to put a finger up inside herself in order to dig out a piece of shit that wouldn’t come on its own.  As enjoyable as that had been it was likely to be too messy out here in the woods and she didn’t want her husband to know about that particular bathroom experience.  At last she felt the huge turd drop from her ass and she looked back to see a good two feet of turd the thickness of her wrist sitting on the ground between her heels.  She knew this wasn’t the last of it and she squeezed a little feeling more and more slide out of her and add to the smelly mound behind her.  Frances felt very proud of this enormous turd pile, though she would not admit that out loud.  After 2 wipes the tissue was clean, a testament to the importance of fiber.  Then she cleaned her hands with the sterile wipes before standing to pull up her shorts. 

It was as she rose that she first heard them, a voice behind her and the sound of clapping hands.  She had had an audience.  She heard the words, Formidable and Merveilleux and quickly reached down to pull her shorts up while trying to cover her naked ass with the other.  The sound of bodies moving quickly through the undergrowth brought 3 men to her in seconds and strong hands pinned both hands behind her back and moved her away from the stinking pile she had left.  She had cried out and there was now a hand clamped over her mouth.  John had heard and ran quickly to find her, he tripped on a root and fell close to the shit his wife had taken.  He too was grabbed by strong hands and his arms pulled behind his back.  His shorts were pulled down to his ankles like his wife’s and he was slung over a broad shoulder and the couple was carried in this way to the hut.  They tried in English and in French to protest and been told to ?Shut the Fuck Up?

Horse riders hunting in the forest had used the shelter and there were wrought iron hitching rings in the walls as well as a stone water trough fed by a spring outside.  John was forced to his knees and tied to a ring by the men.  They were forest workers and had ropes and tools with them.  He was terrified and knelt whimpering on the dirt floor, his balls contracted by terror but his small penis still visible.  His shorts, shoes and socks were removed, as were his wife’s.

?Wh What do you want?? he asked as Frances begged to be let go.

The men casually introduced themselves in slightly accented English.  Jean, Luc and Marc smiled at their two prisoners as they said hello and explained that they were in for a fun afternoon. As for letting the couple go they would be thinking about that later.

?Please? begged Frances ?We promise not to tell anyone.  This is out honeymoon, we just got married, please let us go.?

No, I don’t think so? said Marc ? I have never seen anyone take a shit like that, it was incredible, unbelievable, beautiful, disgusting, wow, just wow. I want a piece of that ass?

?Oh god, no please we’re both virgins, we saved our selves for each other, we’ve never, no, please don’t, please. John was going to be my first? Frances said

?Well, perhaps it will be Jean instead’ Said Marc ?Then again maybe it really will be John, who can tell.?

John at this point had lost control of his bladder he was so terrified and a stream of piss arced over and splashed on his wife’s feet and ankles then dripped down his thighs.  The 3 men laughed

?Excellent idea? said Marc, who then pissed up and down Frances’ legs and then on John.  He then removed France’s top and unbound her breasts.

Oh La La, uh great tits? he said, cupping them in his palms as though weighing them  ?very very nice.  Well, as you are both virgins we promise not to do anything to one that we don’t give also to the other, ok.?

At that the 3 forest workers took their clothes off.  Their bodies were fit and athletic from the work and to the couples’ shock and John’s dismay the men were all uncut and seriously hung.  Jean by far the largest, his thick heavy cock at least 8 inches long and a girth like a beer bottle.  Luc was shorter, maybe 6 inches or a little under but so fat he was like a coke can.  Marc on the other hand has a thinner cock but as it came erect it was clear he had a good 12 inches, it was like a long sausage that you’d see in the market.  Frances stared wide-eyed at them all; there was no way she could take any of them in her virgin holes.  However, she was pushed to her knees next to her husband and it was clear that Marc intended to put his enormous dick between her lips.  She felt guilty relief that it wasn’t Luc who held John under the chin and was pressing his monster fat cock to John’s lips.  John had pursed his lips but a punch to his chest and having his nose pinch closed brought his mouth open, Luc fed the impossibly large cock little by little into John’s mouth

?I feel teeth you get it, understood??

John would have nodded but there wasn’t much he could do with so much throbbing flesh filling his mouth.

Frances opened her lips to take Marc in and even with his thinner girth her lips were stretched wide.  She could imagine Luc’s cock dislocating John’s jaw.  With about 4 of his 12 inches in Frances’ mouth Marc picked up his rhythm and she began to feel the head poke at her throat and as he held her head steady his strong hand wrapped in her thick hair he pushed insistently at it.  She felt herself gag a little

?You puke and you’ll be licking it off the floor? he said

Fighting for control as Marc slid inch after painful inch into her burning throat she finally felt his balls swing onto her chin and then he began to thrust in and out, she couldn’t breathe and wanted to push him out, frantically wishing he would come in her quickly, worried she might drown on it.  As tears poured from her eyes and mucus leaked from the corner of her mouth she felt his rhythm change again and opened her eyes.  He had pulled most of his cock out, just sliding the engorged head over her lips.  Through the haze of her tears she could see John was still being gagged by the monster fat cock, being held by his ears and faced fucked.

?Don’t spit or swallow? said Marc then grunted loudly and started to mutter

?suck it bitch, suck my cock, come on you little whore, suck that cock, suck it dry?

A few thrusts later his back arched a little and a jet of cum shot from his cock into her mouth, then another and another, it filled her cheeks but she held it, felt it spurt up into her nose and dribble from her nostril.  Then Marc pulled his cock out and stroked it until a final shot landed in her eye and dripped down the side of her face.  Her mouth was full, her cheeks puffed out and full.  Luc happily dumped his load into John’s mouth with a grunt.  The 2 men stood back their cocks slowly shrinking, a thick drip of cum leaking from the end of Luc’s cock landed on the dirt floor of the hut.

?Now, kiss, lots of tongue?

The shocked couple touched their lips tentatively together but a slap to the back of John’s head made him cough and spit a little of the other man’s cum onto his wife’s face.  They opened their mouths and as cum leaked around their lips they opened their mouths and kissed, the 2 men’s come mixing with their saliva until they were told to stop and then to swallow.  They then gagged down the mixture in their mouths and wondered separately what would come next, hoping that perhaps their ordeal would end with this humiliation.  They knew in themselves that there was more to come as Jean returned with their bikes.  He had yet to have a turn and they knew that what they had had was just a first taste of these huge uncut French cocks.

The forest workers went through the couple’s belongings, taking passports, money and credit cards, then found the picnic lunch, which they happily ate.  The beer, bread, cheese were eaten but the fruit set aside, just a peach and an apple.

?Well, my friends, it’s time I had a turn I think? said Jean ?But where to begin?

He though for a minute and rubbed his chin, staring lustfully at Frances.  He lifted her and took her outside, quickly cleaning her at the horse trough, cleaning the cum from her face and scooping water to her mouth to clean it out inside. gently stroking her cheek and making soft comforting noises.  She mistook this for a generosity in his nature and began to plead uncontrollably.  He told her to shut up but she couldn’t stop herself, the fear and adrenaline flooding her body, she could hear herself beg and sob, repeating please please please please please over and over.  Pinching her cheeks together Jean told her to shut up again and when she didn’t he dragged her back inside by the hair and sat on the low bench, throwing her over his knee so her bottom was pointing in the air.  The first slap rang out through the trees and she screamed in pain, surprise and shame.  Luc handed Jean the peach and he forced it into her mouth, an improvised ball gag that dripped sweet juices down her chin.  Frances kicked once to try to free herself but a powerful arm held her across her back and then the spanking began.  The rhythm was slow Jean waiting until the purple red marks bloomed before he would strike another blow, sometimes in the same spot, sometimes elsewhere.  He seemed to know just when the pain would peak before he would slap her hard again with his strong hand.  John had jumped forward protectively at one point but was pulled back

?Where the fuck are you going little boy??  Said Marc offering the apple for John’s mouth.  John simply shook his head and lowered his eyes in shame, a feeling of impotence filling him.  All he could do was watch as his wife was spanked like a little schoolgirl.  After 30 blows, which seemed to take an eternity Jean asked Frances if she was ready for him to stop, she nodded and he asked if she would beg him to stop again, she shook her head.

?Good, the only begging you will be doing from now on is for more.  Is that understood?  You will ask for more cock, please, another inch, please, up my ass, please, you get it??

The broken couple nodded.

?Good, now speaking of ass, you, John get over here and spread your wife’s cheeks.?

John was picked up by the hair and moved behind his wife.  The sight of her ass was awful, red and purple marks covered it, it looked as though it was on fire.  There were bruises and welts.  He didn’t know where to touch but leaned forward and as gently as possible put his hands on Frances’s glowing ass.  She flinched at his touch but Jean held her firmly over his knee, his erect cock pressing into her.

?Now spread those cheeks wide, don’t be shy, we all want a good look at that tight little hole again.  I still can’t believe that shit you took, if only I’d had a camera.?

Knowing he had no choice John pulled his wife’s ass cheeks wide open revealing a white crack untouched by the spanking and a tight little bud of an anus.  Her full pussy lips were also revealed to the admiring audience.  As he stared he felt his cock stiffen and tried to stop it, not wanting to be turned on in this situation.

?Ha, the little man likes the look of that too? said Marc, noticing John’s erection growing.  ?Go ahead, you can lick it, it may be the only taste you ever get?

Marc held Frances’ cheeks as Johns head was lowered into her crack

?Now lick, and get your tongue up inside that shit hole, she’ll thank you for it later?

John touched his lips to her puckered hole and kissed the little bud gently, he smelled her sweat and a slight hint of the shit she had taken earlier.  The pressure on the back of his head increased and he began to lick frantically, poking his tongue at her tightly closed asshole.  He went at her with the tip of his tongue poking harder and harder, slowly working it a little way inside.  He could not imagine the shame she must be feeling, but he felt the tightness give a little and his tongue entered her a little more and went deeper and deeper.  His chin was pressed firmly against her pussy and her began to feel his wife get wet and push back against him.

OMIGOD she’s enjoying this he thought. 

Frances was fighting against it but there was little she could do, the pleasure she derived from touching her own anus and from the act of shitting was too overwhelming now a soft wet tongue was worming its sneaky was up into her darkest and dirtiest hole.  She could feel her desire building and rocked harder against her husband’s chin.  John’s cock was ready to explode; this was not how either of them imagined losing their virginity.

Before Frances could cum, Jean lifted her and said

?Good, now your turn?

John was placed in front of Frances and his cheeks spread, She noticed that hair on his ass and on his balls, wished he shaved like some of her friends said their husbands did.  She knew his little penis would be standing to attention in front.  Her head was pushed into his crack and with a feeling of deep revulsion she kissed and licked and worked her tongue into his nasty smelly butt.  When her head was finally pulled back she looked at the hole, slick with her spit and was reminded that someone had referred to this as a glazed doughnut once.

?Watch closely? said Luc as he licked his index finger and shoved it roughly into John’s ass.  John jumped and cried out but Marc held him firmly and told him to stop whining.

?We’ll need some lube? said Luc and went to the picnic bag where he found the butter and salad oil.

?Perfect?

Spreading butter on his finger he reinserted it into John’s tight virgin ass.  Working with butter, oil and a twisting motion he slowly worked all his fingertips into John who squirmed at the pain and tried hard not to scream.

?Would you like more?? Luc asked

?Yes please? John choked out the words

With that Luc worked quickly forcing John’s ass wide open as fingers and thumbs went inside.  The sphincter screamed in agony as it was stretched to its breaking point, more oil applied and more hand went inside until suddenly the pressure eased and his ass felt completely full.  Luc had gotten his whole hand beyond the tight ring, which now gripped his wrist fiercely.  Luc made a first inside which again made John want to scream, then reached around and grabbed John’s throbbing erect cock and began to stroke it.  He had oiled this hand too and it ran up and down the shaft, working the head.  Frances was forced to watch as her husband’s ass was brutally fisted and his cock jerked at the same time.  Suddenly Luc pulled his fist out with a pop and Frances saw her husband’s red raw shithole stay open, unable to close itself.  It was like the mouth of a fish out of water, gasping for air, gaping wide open.  Marc walked up and quickly shoved the apple into the hole, it slipped in easily.  As John was turned, Frances saw the mixture of pain, humiliation and pleasure on his face.  His cock was still being expertly stroked and suddenly without warning a huge spurt of cum shot from it straight into his wife’s face and into her hair.  He came heavily, shooting cum on her ears, in her eyes and onto her chin.  Luc stroked his cock till the last drops came out and Frances’ red face was covered in thick hot white cum.

Now, put your shorts on and keep that apple up there? Luc told him

John desperately wanted to expel the apple crammed up his shitter but picked up his shorts and pulled the tight spandex up around his legs and ass and felt it keep the apple tightly in place.  His hands were then re-tied and he was bound to the wall again.

With Frances still held firmly over Jean’s lap, Marc stepped behind her, rubbed some butter onto and into her puckered ass and poured a little oil on after.  She expected Marc to slam his cock deep inside her dirty little hole but instead felt the gentle rubbing of Jean’s little finger.  He rubbed slowly and gently keeping the pressure consistent and light.  It felt so good, the soft touch, the gentle tickle, the lubrication so erotic in spite of everything else that had taken place.  The tip of this big man’s finger rested against the tight little sphincter and just moved a little, a tickle, a poke, a gentle stroke.  He moved his finger up and down the crack and rested it again against her puckered anus, pushing very very gently.  He could feel her move back against his finger, knew he had her, that she wanted more.  He moved his finger away, heard her breathing alter then moved it forward again, teasing her, adding a little oil.  His finger tip penetrated her tight little shitter just an eighth of an inch then pulled out, then in and out, over and over, never crossing the ring.  He fucked her ass very very slowly and gently, watched her pussy glisten, moisten and drip.  He pushed his finger in a little further, then out and in again a little further still.  She squirmed back against him and he pushed in to his knuckle increasing the pace and depth of insertion.  She rocked against him, her breathing heavier, her pussy wetter and wetter, her ass taking his finger deeper, squeezing it hard.  He knew her face was flushed and that she might be confused by the desire, the lust building inside her.  He nodded to Marc and as he removed his finger with a pop Marc took his place behind her, salad oil dripping from his cock.  With one arm across her back Jean brought the finger from her ass and put it on her lips, then slowly inserted it into her mouth.  As she realized that she was tasting her own ass Marc pulled her cheeks apart, placed the head of his immensely long cock against her ring and slid it home.  As he drove forward she pushed back taking the whole length in 3 strokes.

?Good girl, take my cock, take it all, fuck me with that tight little ass?

John watched in horror as his wife took the huge cock and looked like she had never experienced such pleasure in her life, her face was alive with lust and he could hear her panting

?Yes, come on fuck me, fuck me, take my ass, oh god yes, yes yes?

Marc rode her hard, sliding in and out balls deep his speed increasing and her matching him for every thrust she pushed her ass back hard, making sure she took every last inch of him deep up in her bowels.  He fucked her faster and faster, calling her a whore in French, slapping her ass cheeks and pulling at her hair.  Finally he arched, bucked and jerked and with a shout began cumming up inside her, she squirted cum from her pussy and soaked his balls in her juices as he filled her with his.  After Marc was done, he withdrew his cock slowly and moved away.  Jean lifted Frances to her feet, bent her forward and as his friends cum dripped from her butt he placed the engorged head of his cock to her asshole and slipped easily inside.  She welcomed his girth like it was natural to her, gasped

Oh my god you are huge?

And waited for the fuck her ass craved to begin.

?See how she loves this.  You think she’ll ever be satisfied with that little thing??

asked Jean as he suddenly started to thrust deeply in and out of Frances.  He pulled his cock out completely and felt the thrill of entering her tight, but loosening ring over and over.  He could feel her cumming onto his balls as he entered her shitter and ground his cock deeply into her, knowing he’d hit a special spot.  He kept going and didn’t cum, he wanted her to get a real ass fucking from him before Luc raped her with his fat cock.  Her’s wouldn’t be the first sphincter he’d destroyed with that coke can of a cock, though he suspected that Frances would be able to take it, and no harm done.  He heard her crying out for more and decided to let go, he dumped load after load into her sweet ass.  She was slick and sweaty, lubricated with butter oil and cum.  When he pulled out he could see her ass gaped, trying to close but not getting there right away.  Perhaps she would survive Luc’s cock after all. Frances panted and begged for more, thick globs of cum dripping from her rectum and running down her legs.  Luc steeped into place, took a handful of cum from her thigh and rubbed it into her ass, stopping it from closing completely.  He worked his hand in quickly as he had done with her husband and began to fist her as he had her husband, sliding his hand in and balling his fist then sliding out quickly.  The pain and shock showed immediately on her face. Her eyes widened and her mouth open wanting to cry out.  Luc pulled his fist out one last time and help her tortured ass open for the others to see.  As the poor woman sobbed and panted and tried to stop herself from fainting she felt the thick cock that her husband had been forced to suck slip easily between her ass cheeks and ram inside her.  Luc's hips slammed into her ass with a ferocity she couldn’t match with her own rhythm, he pumped her hard and fast and held her hips in place, controlling her movement.  In out in out , his cock head swelling even larger and with a shout he slammed in three times, buried it as far as it would go and spanked her hard on her right cheek over and over as he came inside her.  As he slipped out she knew there would be bruising on her cheeks from the spankings and it would be terribly hard to sit, walk or shit for some time to come.  She struggled to decide what was worse, the pain, the shame, the guilt over the pleasure, or the betrayal of her husband.

The men led Frances out of the shelter, cum dripping from her ass and took her back to the spot where she had taken the shit earlier.  They tied her to the tree, squatting above the turd she had left behind.  The cum from the three men dripped and slid out though she couldn’t tell much as her ass was numb from the spankings and fuckings she had taken.  Once the men were satisfied that the cum was going to drip out of her they returned to the water trough and washed themselves off with the cool water, cleaning their cocks and balls thoroughly.  They joked loudly about John’s small penis and called out to ask her what she thought of it, though she made no comment.  They inspected the pool of cum behind Frances when they got back to her and bent her over to inspect her ass.  It had closed nicely but Luc showed them that it was still loose, pushing 3 fingers easily inside.  The cheeks were very red but less bruised than the men had expected.  Then, taking a length of rope they bound her hands together and her feet together then carried her back to the trough.

?Filthy slut? was all Jean said as he placed her in the chilly water.  Crying out at the shock of the cold the men just smiled and stepped into the shelter to take a look at John.  He stood uncomfortably moving from one foot to another like a little boy desperate to use the toilet but too afraid to ask.  The forest workers could see no reason to relieve him and so left him to his discomfort.

Frances had been in the water a little over 3 minutes when the men returned, she was covered in goose bumps and her teeth chattered.  Her head, breasts and knees were all above the water, but the rest of her was submerged.  Her nipples stood out, erect, sharp points standing out from her boobs.  Luc leaned over casually and pinched her right nipple hard, and as he did that he put his hand on her forehead and pushed her head under the water.  The men could see the look of terror on her face in the crystal clear spring water.  Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes closed and her body tried to twist though there was no room to move.  Her lungs burned as she was held under too long and bubbles escaped from her mouth.  For a few more terrifying seconds Luc held her under then brought her to the surface.  Frances spluttered, gasped and sucked in air as she spat water out too.  As she finally caught a full breath Luc pushed her under again.  With her head under water he took her other nipple in his fingers and pinched and twisted it, knowing she would want to scream from the pain, then pulled her head to the surface, waited a few seconds them her head went back into the water.  This time his hand went between her legs and found her hood, grabbed at her clitoris, again he pinched and twisted then let go, though he still held her under he stuck a finger deep into her ass.  As she came up for air, choking and sobbing he inserted the finger from her ass into her mouth and rubbed it around inside.  She gagged and choked on the finger but sucked in air and wasn’t dunked again.

She was pulled from the water and saw that all three men were growing hard again.  Marc bent her over the trough again with her hands resting on the side.  She was expecting the men to now fuck her pussy from behind.  But instead they let her stand, shivering and dripping water.  After a little time her ankles were untied and she was again led into the forest, this time away from the tree where she had taken the shit.  They walked quickly among the trees, clearly looking for something.  They strode through the ferns and bracken, telling her to keep up, though she slipped and tripped on roots, moss and low plants.  Finally they came to a group of pines.  There were needles all over the forest floor and no plants grew nearby.  It was slickly prickly but also soft underfoot.  Jean brought her over and showed her the pinecones, older more mature ones, open and bark like, but the men were interested in the younger ones in the trees.  They ranged in size from an inch long to about 6 inches and were at most 3 inches in circumference.  These less mature ones were green with a smooth skin and reminded Frances of the bank building ‘the gherkin’ in London.  The other thing about these younger ones was that they oozed and dripped a yellowish sap.  The men gathered a few of the 6-inch long ones, careful to avoid getting the sap on themselves.  Frances could only wonder at what they would use them for.

When they returned to the shelter her hands were untied and retied behind her.  Then Marc took her thick hair in his hand and marched her to the trough. He dunked her head into the water again, then pulled it out, held her tightly and pushed her under again.  His rhythm was regular and she could breathe when he pulled her head out.  It was no less terrifying than before but she never really felt like he would drown her.  After 10 dunkings he moved in front of her and sat on the edge of the trough, pulling her mouth quickly to his cock and sticking it in.  She knew he would be up in her throat again and that breathing would be very difficult.  As Marc’s cock invaded her throat she could feel her ass being played with, her cheeks opened and something rough inserted.  She knew at once it was a pinecone.  She wanted to break free and stop them but held by the hair, a cock in her throat and her hands tied she was completely helpless.  Marc pulled his cock from her mouth and told her to squat and shit the cone out quickly.  She got down on her haunches and tried but it didn’t move, she tried to get her hand to it but couldn’t.  The men untied her wrists and watched as she pulled her cheeks apart then dug her fingers into her rectum squeezing hard, then she pushed fingers inside and managed to get the cone to move, it slowly and very stickily moved a little out of her ass and she could get hold of the end and pull it out.  Her fingers were sticking together and the sap was gluing her crack shut.  She tried to pull it open but her fingers were sticking to her skin and she realized that it was pointless.

?The sap will dry and glue you shut for a week? said Luc ?A nice rest for you I think, you won’t be shitting or fucking with that hole for a while.?

They took her inside, made John shit out the apple then did the same to him with a pinecone.  They then tossed the couple their clothes and told the to go home.  As Frances pulled up her shorts Luc grabbed her one last time and pushed a cone into her vagina.  It would seal it up for as long as her ass.  They gave the couple their bikes back, though there was no way they would be able to ride them after the treatment their asses had taken

We’ve got your IDs, your credit cards, your addresses, don’t do anything stupid?

Jean said, then turned and the men walked back into the woods carrying their ropes and tools.

The couple stood and stared at each other with a mix of terror, relief, and disgust, both at themselves and at each other flooding through them.  Neither knew what to do next but they wheeled their bikes back to the path and began the long walk through the dusk of the forest beginning the painful journey back to the hotel and to the start of their new life together.