Sanborn Retreat Pt. 05

Author's Note:
Sorry for the big delay between my last post and this one. I've been very busy the last couple of months and haven't had time to sit down and write. For the time being, I think I am going to focus on getting more Sanborn Retreat chapters out before writing the next chapter of Diagnosing a Fetish. Please comment on anything you want to see in this series because I'm afraid of it becoming too repetitive and uninteresting.
Thanks for any feedback and for continuing to support me!
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Dakota awoke to a heavy weight on her chest, pinning her to the bed. There was a hint of panic initially before she remembered where she was, at which point going back to sleep became the bigger concern. "Leave me alone, Catherine. It's too early to deal with this," she mumbled, wrapping herself further in the comforter.
"There's no Catherine here baby."
The voice was familiar, but distinctly not Catherine; the deep southern sound made it easy enough to tell. Jolting awake, Dakota was only able to lift a few inches off the bed before her chest hit thigh. Straddling her body was Theresa, the redhead she had now spoken to a couple of times. She was completely naked and mostly clean, save for a few smears of brown around her naval. Her abs burning, Dakota eventually gave up on the possibility of standing and let her head fall back to her pillow.
"That's a good girl," Theresa reached forward, gently stroking the woman's cheek, "Just relax; this will be fun."
"Was this your idea or Catherine's?"
"A little of both, I guess. She let us in and told us to have our way with you."
"Us?" Dakota asked, looking around the room before spotting a shorter, naked blonde woman by the closed bedroom door, "Oh, you're here too. Bella, right?"
"That's right," Bella smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth.
Theresa pulled Dakota's attention back to her, gripping the woman's chin and turning her head to the side for a better look. "You're dirtier every time I see you. How many girls have you eaten from now my little piggy?"
"Three," Dakota paused for a second, "Maybe four?" Everything was blending together in her mind, and she struggled to come to an exact number. That, and she wasn't sure if she should be including Sasha. After all, the camp owner said to keep their nighttime meeting a secret.
"Oh, so not too many then." The statement felt a little untrue considering Dakota had likely eaten more shit in one day than most people did in their lives, but she didn't bother disagreeing. "How about two more, hmm?" Theresa asked, "You did promise us."
"I guess I did." Again, it wasn't much of a promise per se, but Dakota let the redhead have her moment. Besides, if it meant more shit then she was open to opportunity.
"Good," Theresa clapped her hands together excitedly, "Come here Bella; we've got a new toy to play with."
Following instructions, the blonde strutted across the room and to the side of the bed. Waiting for Theresa to shuffle down slightly, Bella climbed up and face the redhead, placing her legs on either side of Dakota's head. Letting out a sigh, Bella leaned back and placed her ass directly on the Korean woman's face. "Ah, much better," she giggled, shifting her weight back and forth.
Within an instant, Dakota found the light from the morning sun blocked out as her eyes were covered with pale flesh. Bella's pussy was directly over her mouth while the blonde's sphincter was pressed against her nose. Breathing in, Dakota got a lungful of sweaty, filthy air from the woman's asshole.
"I can feel you breathing," Bella giggled again, Dakota just barely able to make it out through her prison of flesh, "I think I deserve a little more than that, though, don't you?"
Tentatively, Dakota extended her tongue and began feeling around for the woman's opening. Bella's crotch was quite salty and noticeably unwashed, dried flakes of pussy juice coating Dakota's cheeks, lips, and the inside of her mouth. Pushing inside the blonde, she found more juice, although this was fresh and still wet. It was also slightly sweeter, but still predominately tasted of the woman's musk.
Two hands found their way to her chest as she worked, Dakota guessing them to be Theresa's based on the angle. The redhead hadn't said much since Bella came over, but she seemed quite content massaging and squeezing Dakota's tits. Quite turned on already, the teasing of her sensitive nipples made it a little difficult to focus on pleasuring the woman currently sitting on her face. It didn't help matters when Bella let out a slow, airy fart. The sudden rank smell completely caught Dakota off guard and caused her to sputter, much to the apparent joy of the other two women
"Mmm," Theresa moaned, "What did you do to get that reaction?"
"Just gave her a preview of what was to come," Bella purred.
"Oh, really," Theresa teased back.
It was difficult to tell with the lack of most of her senses, but travesti istanbul Dakota guessed that the two women were now making out. She could hear subtle lip-smacking, and neither one was talking. Bella had also shifted forward slightly, her sphincter now between Dakota's mouth and nose, and her pussy out of reach. Whether intentional or not, a few more wiggles forward, and the blonde's ass was pressed directly against Dakota's lips. Another fart followed, this one making an audible rippling sound as it vibrated on the Korean's face.
"Stop teasing her babe," Theresa's voice was low and sultry, her tone sensual, "I think it's time we move on to the main show."
"Yeah, I'm getting there," Bella replied.
Below her, Dakota wasn't sure she was fully ready for what she knew was coming next. The blonde was shifting in above her, Bella's hips gyrating as she wiggled deeper downward. Dakota could feel wetness dripping on her chin and down her neck, the blonde's pussy juice flowing as she prepared the next round of torment. Bella's asshole twitched and strained on Dakota's face, the dirty red rose blooming outwards and pressing on her lips. She sucked on the tender flesh, tasting the bitter flecks of the woman's last bowel movement.
"Oh, I like that, baby," the blonde moaned, forcing more of the woman's mouth to encompass her sphincter.
Between pushes, the small prolapse left Dakota's lips and was sucked back inside Bella's ass. Occasionally, a small burst of wind would leak out, although it took some time before the first piece of solid waste made itself known. At first, it was just a small nugget that broke off and landed deep in Dakota's mouth. She chewed it briefly before swallowing, but it did little to satiate her. Fortunately, after more pushing, a thick log reared its head.
Dakota wasted little time, clamping her lips on the knobbly shit and sucking hard in an attempt to pull it from the blonde's hole. The looseness of Bella's sphincter helped greatly as there was little resistance for Dakota to remove the waste. She extracted it cleanly, the whole log staying in one piece as she balanced it on her tongue. The heat of her mouth in combination with her saliva left the shit to slowly dissolve, encompassing her mouth in the bitter flavor.
As she savored the shit of yet another woman, Dakota could feel her tits being squeezed and pulled. Theresa hadn't let up and Dakota was starting to feel it. Her flesh was warm with irritation, and her nipples more sensitive than she thought possible, but there was little she could do to retaliate while pinned to the bed by Bella. Her pussy, too, ached for the relief of being touched, but neither woman seemed interested. So, for the time being, she was left with little option but to empty her mouth and prepare for more.
While still in the process of chewing, however, she felt Bella straining once more and soon there was another thick piece of shit at the entrance of her mouth. Unable to open fast enough, the tip broke off, but Dakota was able to scarf the rest inside. However, unfortunately for her, it seemed her shortcoming didn't go unnoticed.
"Why do I see a piece of shit on the bed?" Theresa asked, suddenly changing her massage to a tight grip on Dakota's breasts. She squeezed hard enough that she was close to breaking skin, a muffled scream coming from Dakota as a result. "You promised to eat our shit and yet you waste it? And I thought you were an experienced eater, too."
It was hard to focus with the immense pain of her tits being mangled, but Dakota did her best to finish swallowing the rancid slurry in her mouth in fear of choking or missing another piece of shit and facing the consequences. However, despite much pushing from Bella, it didn't seem there was any more to come. So, for the time being, Dakota quickly choked down what was left in her mouth. The blonde struggled some more, but eventually relented and stood up.
However, the relief that came when Bella finally removed herself from the bed was quickly dashed as Theresa inserted herself into Dakota's eye line. The redhead said nothing initially, instead silently holding up the small turd that didn't make it into the Korean's mouth with one hand while the other stayed pinching the woman's nipple. "What is this?" she eventually asked, keeping the piece of shit hovering above Dakota's face.
"It's-" But before Dakota could get another word out, her nipple was suddenly twisted harshly, eliciting a sharp scream from her mouth.
"I didn't say you could talk," Theresa replied, her tone almost too calm considering the context. It hardly seemed a fair response as she directly asked a question, but Dakota had learned to keep her mouth shut in fear of her nipple being ripped off. "This is your little fuck-up," the redhead continued, "And I don't appreciate when the women I'm with fuck up." Breaking the turd in two, she shoved each half inside Dakota's nostrils.
The smell was immediately intense, somehow even stronger than istanbul travestileri the stink already filling the room. Dakota tried her best to only breathe through her mouth, but that just accentuated the rank taste of diarrhea. Fortunately for her, Theresa finally released her grip on the woman's nipple, seemingly satisfied.
The moment was short-lived, however, as Theresa wasted no time sliding forward on the bed to take the place of her now-finished blonde friend. Unlike Bella, Dakota quickly learned that the redhead kept herself relatively clean. It was surprising considering the circumstances, but Theresa's vagina lacked any muskiness and almost had a floral smell. The only explanation was that the woman must have showered recently. Dakota remembered someone mentioning the presence of a traditional bathroom on the grounds, but she had not yet seen it, nor did she have any interest to. Regardless, after consuming pure filth thus far on her vacation, this was a somewhat welcome surprise.
"I sat on your face for a reason, slut," Theresa interjected, "Start licking."
Now well aware of the possible punishment waiting for her if she disappointed her assailant, Dakota got her tongue working into the woman's folds. The angle was awkward with Theresa facing forward, but the Korean did her best to push deeper in an attempt to reach the woman's g-spot. As the smell indicated, Theresa was much cleaner than Bella had been. There was still some saltiness and acidity, but overall, the flavor wasn't much different than that of an overly wet kiss. The chunks of shit plugging her nose were having a larger effect on her taste than anything.
"Oh my god," Theresa exclaimed, lifting herself to get a better view of Dakota's face as she spoke, "What are you trying to do exactly? Have you ever been with a woman before? You're not even going near my clit. That's it," the redhead sighed, inching forward before sitting back down, "If you don't treat my pussy right then you only deserve my ass, and the food here really hasn't been agreeing with my stomach, isn't that right Bella?"
"Right!" the blonde cheerfully replied from the side of the bed.
"Right," Theresa repeated, "And that means you are in for one hell of a breakfast." As if on cue, the woman's stomach let out a long, drawn-out gurgle as she positioned her twitching sphincter over Dakota's mouth. Unlike her friend, Theresa had no difficulty releasing her bowels, the darker flesh of her asshole spreading open to release a heavy flow of liquid filth in a concentrated beam.
The diarrhea sprayed past Dakota's lips and hit her straight in the back of the throat. Had her face not been pinned down, she would've likely turned to the side to cough up the rancid filth. In her current position, there was no time for rest as another blast of shit sprayed out of the hole positioned in her mouth. Theresa's shit was a sludge with tiny flakes of solid matter dispersed throughout. Given the provided meals yesterday, Dakota guessed them to be ruminants of the beans in the chili. Not that she had much time to think about it, as there was little pause between each wave of foul diarrhea.
Even for an experienced shit eater like Dakota, it was a struggle to choke down the vile sludge that Theresa was expelling. If she didn't continue to swallow, it would quickly fill up her mouth and overflow, leading to a mess and likely more punishment. However, the more she ate, the more difficult it became to continue. Dakota was therefore glad when the stream eventually died down, ending with a few nuggets of solid waste before stopping completely.
"I hope you enjoyed that," Theresa spoke for the first time since starting her diarrhea onslaught, "God, it stinks." With little decorum, she moved her leg from the other side of Dakota and hopped off the bed. Wrapping an arm around Bella's waste, she took a good look at her handiwork. "You made me wait which I didn't love, but I think you made up for it; I'm very impressed."
"You did very good," Bella agreed, giggling, "I haven't seen many people who can handle Theresa."
"There's still no one as good as you though, babe," Theresa admitted, kissing the blonde. "I guess I'll see you around," she turned her attention back to Dakota, "Maybe for round two even."
Still reeling, Dakota was barely able to let out a short moan before she watched the two women leave her room. Despite having just woken up, she was now exhausted and ready to sleep for a few more hours. Her stomach churned and sloshed as she tried to find a comfortable position to lay in, Bella's and especially Theresa's waste having some nasty side effects.
Unfortunately for her, it seemed rest was not warranted as - only a few seconds after the previous two women left - Catherine sauntered into the room to retrieve Dakota. "Let's go," the brunette jostled her friend awake, "Breakfast is almost over."
"Ngh," Dakota groaned.
"Damn, they did a number on you."
"How much of that was your idea?" istanbul travesti Dakota asked, working up the strength to sit up in her bed.
"Mostly there's. They were at the door to the cabin asking for you; I thought it'd be fun if I let them in."
"Yeah, fun."
"They looked happy enough. Now get up," Catherine gave the struggling woman a pat on the back, "It's breakfast."
"I'll come with you, but I'm not planning on eating; I've already had my fill this morning." Dakota's sheets stuck to her body as she peeled herself off the bed, the dried shit from yesterday causing the fabric to cling to her skin. Once removed, there was a relatively clear outline of her body on the white bedspread, save for a few smears. Forgoing clothing, she and Catherine left the bedroom and subsequently the cabin. "Do you know what's happening today? Any more events?" Dakota asked as they crossed the clearing to the main lodge.
"Melissa mentioned something; said she had to meet up with the other counselors to prepare. Don't know any specifics, though."
"I feel like the secrecy should be a red flag."
Catherine shrugged, "Meh. I doubt they would do anything crazy. After all, this is supposed to be a fun getaway; they're probably just trying to surprise us so it's more exciting."
"Or they're going to sacrifice us to some deity," Dakota joked, holding the door open for her friend, following her into the dining hall. As was becoming the norm, the two women joined the line that ran along the back of the room, Catherine grabbing a tray while Dakota passed them by. While walking around helped, her stomach was still more than full from her less-than-elegant breakfast. Looking at the enticing spread of food, Dakota was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't eat any, but it wasn't worth the risk. So, while Catherine loaded up breakfast food, she just grabbed a carton of milk and followed her roommate to an empty seat.
The table Catherine chose had a few women, most of which Dakota didn't recognize. Jenna - the woman she had met in the hot tub yesterday afternoon - was the only one she knew. Similar to herself, Jenna had a crust of dried shit coating her naked body from the neck down. When she saw Dakota, Jenna quickly flashed her a smile and waved, "Hey, Dakota, right? From the hot tub yesterday?"
"Yeah."
"Been back in the hot tub I see," she gestured towards Dakota.
"Oh, no, actually. After the hot tub with you, I went to the outhouse, got dirty in capture the flag, and had a few more experiences with other women, but I haven't made it back to the tub yet."
"You've been busy," Jenna mused, biting her bottom lip, "All with Catherine?"
"If I could be so lucky," Catherine chimed in, her tone sarcastic as she began eating her breakfast.
"She was one of the women, but there were others," Dakota answered truthfully, "One of them was your counselor, I think. Faith? Aren't you part of troop six?"
"Wow, she remembers."
"And you are...?" Dakota trailed off, looking to one of the other women who - up until this point - were sitting quietly.
"Oh, sorry. Shit manners on my part," Jenna quickly interjected, "The blonde with big tits is Trina, the troop one counselor, that's Zariah, the troop four counselor" she pointed to an olive-skinned woman with dark brown hair who - unlike the nude Trina - was wearing a slightly shit-stained tank top despite having very little chest to speak of. "And this is Ellis," Jenna continued, "She's in troop six with me." Ellis was the smallest of the three, sporting a platinum blonde bob and a full-body layer of shit similar to Jenna.
"I'm sensing a type," Dakota replied jokingly.
"And what would that be?"
"Well, two of the three are counselors. Seems to me you might have something for women in positions of power."
"Huh, maybe you're right; hadn't thought about it before."
Dakota was tempted to brag about her experience with Sasha. After all, there was no one more powerful here than the camp's owner. However, keeping the older woman's warning in mind, she kept her mouth shut about the experience and instead focused on the other women at the table. "So, Zariah, you're the troop four counselor? I actually ran into a couple of girls from your troop this morning."
"'Ran into' is an interesting choice of words," Catherine interrupted, "They held you down and shat in your mouth. It was apparently so much that you can't even eat breakfast."
"Theresa and Bella?" Zariah asked, Dakota, nodding in response. "Yeah, doesn't surprise me. Those two are tenacious, especially Theresa."
"I mean, I'm not complaining; I more than enjoyed myself," Dakota admitted.
"Well, just be careful. I've learned very quickly that if you give them an inch, they'll take a mile. Wouldn't be surprised if this becomes a daily occurrence."
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable from all the attention placed on her, Dakota decided to change the subject, "So, Trina and Zariah, is this your first time being counselors?"
"Me, yes," Zariah answered, "Not Trina, though."
"This is my third time as a counselor and... fifth year here total? Damn, time really flies I guess," the blonde chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "What about you?"