****** A Weekend in Nature by Turbo ******
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A Weekend in Nature


This story happened in a Mediterranean country ten years ago.

The bus stopped after a six-hour ride. We arrived at the camping site. It was a
wonderful place, silent and peaceful, located near the stream flowing through
the wild forest. Snow-capped rocky mountains could be seen far behind. The sun
was near the horizon painting the sky with red and purple colors. They showed
us the wooden huts we would stay in for two nights. She would be staying in my
neighbouring hut. It was a school trip. We were all sixteen or seventeen.

Our dinner was cooked and served. We sat on long benches at both sides of four
tables put together. She sat in front of me and said, "Hello". She was eating a
lot. She might have eaten at least the twice I ate. After the meal she had a
cup of tea putting in lots of sweetening pills. When she noticed me looking at
her carefully, smiling at me, "I can't help eating, I must not put on weight,"
she said.

"There's nothing wrong with you," I said, trying to convince her. "You look
perfect."

She wasn't slim, but not fat either; in the middle. We used to see each other
in the school but hadn't ever got the chance to talk.

"Thank you," she said and smiled again.

It was time to go to bed. That night I could hardly sleep thinking of her.

At breakfast she ate a lot again and put lots of pills in her coffee. In our
travel plan there was a walk up to a ruined castle. We started walking as a
group with our leader in the front. She and I walked all the way together. The
sun was beating on the ground and the track was hard. Nobody dared to talk. She
was soaked in sweat when we finally arrived at the ruins. The scenery was
terrific. Our campsite looked like toys. We had a break there.

"I've read about some orange-colored flowers in full blossom in June. They must
be so rare that I couldn't see any on the way. Would you like to come with me
looking for them that way?" she asked, showing another track through the forest
going to the mountains.

"Sure," I replied. After getting permission from our leader promising to be in
the camp before dark, we left the group there and began walking in that
direction.

"What a silent place," she said.

"I agree with you, but also a very beautiful place," I added.

"I'm scared a little bit," she said.

"Don't be scared. I'm with you," I replied with an understanding voice.

Then she smiled. We went on walking for a long time. She was gorgeous. She had
a lovely face, green eyes, long brown hair, innocent looks and the most
important, never-ending smiles. I began thinking she was an angel.

"Where are the flowers? There are plenty of some others but not any of the
orange ones as you said," I asked, trying to state that it was useless to seek
them.

"We must not give up. They must be really rare but I'm sure we'll find one,"
she said.

All the time she was taking the pictures of other flowers, leaning forward
showing a view of her bum. Her tits were big but in a very nice shape. Her big
boobs seemed to touch the ground when she leaned with her camera, crouching on
her knees. I was very excited and my cock was hard as a log. Trying to stand up
she unexpectedly farted, loudly but lovely.

"Excuse me," she apologized. "I should have gone to the toilet this morning but
there was a queue and I gave up. Now it's not the right time and place. Don't
worry, I can hold until this evening," she said, again smiling but also
embarrassed. Then we spoke on our life, family, school and such matters while
walking.

Suddenly two people came out behind the bushes shattering the silence. Both had
a machine-gun in their hand, pointing at us. It didn't take seconds for us to
realise that they were guerillas. She glanced at me in fear, like asking me
what was going to happen.

"Hey! What hell are you doing here?" the taller one shouted.

"We are looking for flowers," she stammered.

"What flowers?" he asked with a meaningless tone.

"Orange flowers, the rare ones," I could barely add.

"Flowers, phew!" said the shorter one, not taking it seriously.

"Any trespassers will be punished no matter for what reason they do," the other
said.

"But, how could we know this?" I tried to defend.

"Shut up. I don't care how. Rules are to be obeyed. I don't want to listen any
excuses. Now you will come with us," he shouted.

We started walking obediently, following the taller one followed by the other.
Corners followed others, sometimes sloping up and sometimes flat. They forced
us to walk really fast. The leader was almost dragging her by the hand. The
shorter one urged my shoulders with the end of his gun if I began pacing
slower.

Turning one of the corners, the leader noticed and showed a bunch of bright
orange flowers near the mossy shade of a rock.

"Stop! Did you mean these flowers?" he asked.

After her nodding he went near those beautiful flowers and messed them kicking
and stamping. "Do you wish to take the picture now?" he asked sadistically.

I could read the sorrow in her face. I believed she could hardly keep from
crying. The other came beside her and took the camera hanging on her neck. "Let
me look at your pictures," he said and opened the back of the camera. He pulled
out the whole film with a horrible smile. Pretending that he was interested, he
pressed his finger on part of the negative.

"Very nice pictures, especially this one, it's a masterpiece," he said and
laughed. Then he threw the roll near the remains of the flowers.

Eventually we came at an old mill. The inside was dim and dusty. I was shocked
noticing lots of sharp and pointed tools, ropes and chains, handcuffs on the
wall and on the floor, some hangs on the ceiling and some electric devices at
the corner. It was definitely a torture house.

"O.K. What kind of punishment do you think?" The taller one asked to the other.

"Let's give him an electric shock then tie him in the cold water tank, then we
can fuck the girl as long as we want. I bet she is a virgin. Ha ha ha haaa," he
laughed with a sadistic pleasure, pointing to the handcuffs fixed on the floor.

"No, didn't you shag enough already? I don't want to and I have a better idea.
Do what I order," he shouted.

"Then what?" the other muttered.

"Where is the shitting seat? Bring it and lock the girl on the top and the boy
on the bottom," he ordered.

He dragged a peculiar seat having straps and handcuffs on it. First, he
fastened me on the floor. Then right on my head he placed the seat fixing its
legs to the floor with bolts. I could see a large hole on the seat. He stripped
off her clothes and finally threw her panties on the pile near her. I could see
her totally naked. She was embarrassed. Her body was marvelous, both her boobs
and tits big and firm. But it was not the right time to think that. He pulled
and made her sit on the seat.

"Is it comfy?" he asked sarcastically.

Neither of us dared to talk. He locked her wrists and ankles, then tightened
the breast and upper leg straps. He also tied her eyes with a bandage.

"Well done. She won't stand much. Eventually she will shit on his face. Don't
you see, they must be lovers. It's the worst punishment we can give them. He
will be fucked when his face is covered with his girlfriend's shit and she will
die from shame and guilt when she shits," he said in confidence.

"Ha ha," the other laughed. He got a key from the dusty shelf and started
winding up the handcuff locks.

"All right, let's go now. She won't bear that long. She will finally yield to
the nature's force," the taller man said.

"How long do these things stay locked?" he asked.

"Long enough for them and for us. When they get freed we'll easily be at the
other side of the border," he answered. They shut the door. Their conversation
was impossible to hear after a short while. I was very happy that they hadn't
harmed us. She tried to move but there wasn't any chance. I even didn't think
of trying that.

"Wow, what a day," I sighed in relaxation.

"There is a big problem, but a real big problem," she said unwilling to tell.
"I'm afraid, what they said is true now. I'm dying for a pee. I can't help. I'm
very sorry, excuse me darling," she began crying. I was worried for her but
also extremely excited. My heart was pumping wildly. I had to pretend; if she
understood that I enjoyed her pee or shit, she would hate me for ever. She was
conservative and interested in artistic subjects, so she wouldn't understand
and forgive me. I couldn't dare to lose her.

A minute later she started peeing. She was facing the way that her ass was on
my mouth. I could see her shaved cunt and some of her body from the rest of the
hole. The smell of her cunt was lovely.

"I'm very sorry darling, I beg your pardon," she said while peeing.

"Don't worry, this is nothing, just water," I said. Her pee was spreading on my
face. I drank as much as I could. It was warm and salty. I thought she was the
angel on earth.

"I'm O.K," I yelled. I was of course O.K. My cock was like a piece of rock. She
again excused me and said that she would love me forever.

We could hear the ticking sound of the handcuffs. None of us could guess when
these locks would open or what would happen if they didn't. Hours passed and by
the time the same thing happened, she peed once more. We spent a few words on
our situation and the way to go back when freed. I could see it was getting
dark outside from the edge of the small window but the inside was still light
with the help of the candles left burning.

"It's evening now," I said.

"I hope our friends will realise and do something for us," she said
desperately.

"I hope so," I said not to give any clue.

"I have to tell you darling, there is a bigger problem now," she said.

"What?" I wondered.

"I'm trying to stop pooping with an effort. It's fine for now and I hope I can
stand for hours but what happens if the handcuffs do not open for longer time?
Listening to these tickings makes me more anxious," she said.

"Don't worry for this, I think they will open soon," I said while praying for
the opposite.

Many long hours passed and eventually that moment came.

"No! I can't hold any more; please forgive me darling," she said and then
farted loudly ending with a nice puff. The room was filled with that smell. Her
asshole widened and widened. I could see her shit coming out. No word could
describe that beauty. Her shit was light brown but not much. It was thick and
uniformly shaped, moving down towards my mouth. First it touched, then totally
filled my mouth. The taste was excellent, showing the beauty of her body and
soul. I was almost having an orgasm. I ate all the shit quickly. From her
asshole a second piece of shit was coming, darker than the one before, but
still thick. It took some time to drop into my mouth. The taste was amazing. It
was sweet! Because of the pills she used. I had the most powerful orgasm in my
life. How tender and soft-hearted was she and this was reflected to the shits
she made. I had to be quick to eat. Maybe I would be awarded by a third one.
After a short puff the third one poked out slower than the first two, smaller
but the sweetest. Her asshole was tight again after the final shit. She was a
real angel who brought me to heaven for a few minutes.

Soon we noticed a sudden change in the ticking sound coming from her left
wrist-lock. It slowed and became more obvious with some other noises mixing.
Seconds later that one released itself followed by the others. Click! Click!
All of them were open.

When I stood up I noticed that she had fainted, possibly from shame and sorrow.
The candles were about to finish. I walked through the aisle and found the loo.
I washed my face. Noticing my wet pants I poured water on all of my clothes on
purpose. I returned and woke her up pouring handful of water on her face. I
undid the bandage and helped to put on her clothes.

"I feel very guilty and ashamed," she said.

"You shouldn't feel like this because anybody in your place might have done
this," I tried to convince her.

She was better but the problem was the candles. One already finished, the other
has a few minutes to be. We looked for a torch but we were unlucky.

"Let's have a look outside," she offered. At that moment the other candle was
gone. We hardly found the door handle. Stepping out, I saw the full moon
shining and her face smiling again. The angel and I walked for hours down the
same track meeting the first light of the day in the horizon when we were back.

Later we had a perfect love and friendship ending with a marriage. But I will
always keep what I felt that day as a deep secret.

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