ATV ride gone wrong

[Kristie75]

She loved going to Mexico, she loved the heat and humidity, a break from the cold and brutal winters back home. This time she went to Cabo in October on a solo trip.

It was very hot and humid still after the summer months. By 8 am is was already 20 degrees.

She booked an ATV ride through the jungle up to a tequila factory. She woke early and went for a swim before getting ready. The tour was 4 and a half hours with a 1 hour lunch. She got ready and went to the meeting spot to meet the group before getting on their way. When she got there, there was only 6 other people going, all couples,so she was the only solo one there.

She signed the waiver that was passed around, she hardly glanced over it. They are all the same.

While they were waiting to go, after gathering the waivers, the head tour guide came up and started chatting to her, asking how long she was here for and where she was staying etc. He looked surprised when she told him she came alone. She did not notice the gleam in his eyes as he walked away. He walked over to another guide and spoke to him quietly in spanish, " We got one, get the pit ready!"

As the group were getting ready to go, they brought the ATVs out and gave them gear for the ride. The head guide smiled at her and winked. "Ready to go?"

"Yes!" she replied.

Eager for the day to start they slowly started to head out.. By then the sun and the tempature were steadily rising. "Don't worry" the head guide told her, it won't be so hot once we are on our way and in the jungle".

The ride started off well, they drove and drove getting deeper into the jungle and further away from town and civilization. Soon they came across a heard of cattle in the path. They were very large and there were many of them.

"This is an active cattle farm as well and a tequila factory!" The guide chimed in.

While they waited for them to move along, her ATV stalled. The head guide came over and looked over the ATV, tried the starter and told her, don't worry, we will get this fixed and you on your way very soon.

He pretended to walkie his mechanic. By then the cattle had wandered off the path and the others started to move forward, leaving her to wait behind with the guide while they waited for the mechanic to come along.

Sittting in the hot sun, she was starting to sweat when the guide brought over a bottle of water cold water. She thanked him and drank. The drink was spiked with an high dose of Xanax and she started to get woozy. The next thing she knew, he was behind her and a cock gag was shoved in her mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. A smelly, thick burlap sack with nose holes was tossed over her head and fastened tightly around her neck. Then he grabbed her arms and tied them behind her at the elbows and wrists. "Shhh" he wispered in her ear, "The others are long gone and no one will see you out here, we are miles away from anyone or anything, if anyone does, it will just be a farm hand".

He started cutting off her clothes untill she was down to her panties. "You won't be needing these."

She struggled but to no avail, the sack over her head was tight around her neck and with her arms tied and mouth gagged, she was helpless. He picked her up and plopped her back on the ATV.  He got on behind her and roared it to life and he started driving. She didn't know how long they drove but it must have been at least half an hour. A half hour further away from the group that had carried on their way without her.

Soon they stopped and the sack was removed from her head and a collar was fastened around her neck with a pole attached to it to push her along ahead of him. The sun was high in sky and shone down brightly on her. They walked for about another half hour deeper into the jungle until they came to a dry, barren clearing.

Ahead of them, there was a long pole next to a winch and pulley.  A ring in the top of the pole and the pole stood in front of a hole in the ground beside a portable cement mixer. Beside the mixer was a mound of dirt clealy dug from the hole.. She tried to struggle and cry out but the gag and the ropes prevented that. He laughed. "Your struggling and crying now? Wait, things are going to get a lot worse for you!"

The tears were streaming down her face causing him to laugh even more. "Some very rich people payed a lot of money to watch your ordea! This will be live streamed to people around the world. Soon you won't be able to move and burried up to your neck in my special mixture!"

He led her over to the pole where he proceeded to strap her ankles to it. The pole had 4 wooden feet at the bottom that kept it still and from tipping. Another strap went around her waist and one more around her chest. He buckled them tight. Before strapping her legs to the pole, he slid a large, wieghted butt plug up her ass. It was also inflatable and he would leave the bulb unburried and above ground behind her head. He fastened her arms behind the pole and put a neck brace around her neck and fastened it too around the pole. He then put a strap around her forhead and tightened and strapped that around the pole as well. He raised the bottom of the neck brace forcing her cĥin up, clicking as it went up each notch. "Too bad you didn't read the fine print on the bottom of your waiver" He sneered.

He stood back and admired the bound girl. He then began playing roughly with her nipples, pinching and pulling.

"We have to wait for the farm hand to arrive before we can continue."

It must have been at least 20 minutes that he pinched and pulled her nipples, rolling them between his grubby fingers, listening to her moan behind the gag and watched the tears flow down her face.

A little while later, another man arrived pushing a wheel barrow full of fresh cow manure. He put that one down in beside the mixer and went to retrieve another one. Her eyes widened at the site of the fresh manure but with her head immobolized and her mouth gagged she could not even shake her head no or cry out.

The pinching and pulling continued while the farm hand wheeled over another barrow full. Then he walked away leaving her alone with the guide while he kept up the pinching and pulling her tender nipples..

After a while he tired of the pinching and pulling. "Let's get things started" he exclaimed with a smile.

He walked over to the winch and pulley and clipped it to the ring at the top of the pole. Then he walked back and stood before her and started to explain what was going to happen. As he did, he resumed the pinching and pulling her nipples..

"Your going to be slowly lowered into that hole, pole and all. Dirt mixed with manure is going to make a thick and heavy mixture and will be slowly poured in the hole until it reaches your neck."

"There is already a shallow layer in the bottom of the hole. lt will take 6 to 8 more batches to fill the hole up to your neck, maybe more. We can take our time though, remember, some very rich people have payed a lot of money to watch this and will enjoy it immensely." he said as he motioned to a video camera set up and pointed at her and the hole.

"It will also be up to those people how long you stay in that hole, burried up to your neck in my special mixture and what ever else they want to pay for."

He then attached a strong pair of nipple suckers to her tomented nipples.

He walked over to the winch and started turning the handle, making a loud "click click click" sound as it raised the pole off the ground and over the hole.

He watched her try to struggle but the straps held her tight and her eyes widened in horror and he was very slowly lowering her into the hole, her feet finally sinking in the muck as the base of the pole sank and hit the bottom.

He walked over to the mixer and shoveled it full of dirt and turned it on. She could hear the dirt rattling around inside the metal mixer. He then went over and grabbed a wheel barrow of manure and brought it closer to the mixer. Shovel full by shovel full he slowly began adding manure to the mixer. Soon it stared making a sloppy sound and he added a bit more dirt and mixed a bit and then turned it off.

"Are you ready?" He asked with a big grin. "l think your viewers are ready!"

He rotated the mixer so it faced the hole and slowly started tipping it, causing the mixture to start pouring into the hole. It was thick and heavy and took it's time pouring. The first batch came up just past her knees. He then rotated the mixer and started the process again, adding manure to the dirt and slowly pouring it around her after mixing each batch. As the mixture got higher in the hole, he started adding more manure vs dirt to the mixer. It groaned loudly as it churned. The mixture was slowly getting wetter and wetter as he added more manure. It was getting tight around her chest as the mixture rose.

"You had better calm your breathing!" he warned as he started another batch.

After 8 batches, the dirt and manure mixture reached the top of the hole, completely covering her except her neck and head. Both held firmly to the pole

The smell of the manure was strong, even mixed with dirt. The camera was live streaming the whole thing while she was slowly being swallowed up by the manure and dirt mixture. Many people from all over the world were already watching. A red light blinked as they logged on.

He came over and started packing the mixture down, shoveling more around her neck brace. He then reached behind her and un-buckled the cock gag. He then swiftly replaced it with another. One that had a hole into her mouth with a short tube with a plug on the end attatched with a chain.

"I am afraid you will try and close your mouth when the insects come, and we can't have that can we? And trust me, they will come. The manure mix will attract dung beetles and flies and other bugs. They might be looking for a nice warm and wet hole to crawl into. There is also a swamp near by and l hear the mosquitos are bad this year."

He removed the plug from the end and let it dangle from the chain on the side of the gag with her mouth open, her teeth around the short tube in her mouth. The tears kept flowing and he laughed some more.

"l have to get back and meet the group on their way back, l am sure they have all forgotten all about you now after a few drinks and lunch, but don't worry, a farm hand will be along in a couple of hours to check on you and carry out any requests from your viewers."

He then turned and walked away leaving her alone in the hole burried up to her neck to await the insects that were bound to come along..

And come they did.  Crawling over her face and around her mouth. The mosquitos came too and enjoying a free meal. The dung beatles soon arrived after as did the flies.

2 bours later

She heard foot steps getting closer. She was crying and wailing behid the gag. The manure mix held her tight. The mosquitos feasted. A young farm hand and his dog stepped onto view. He was carring a bucket and a bag. He brought out a bottle of water with a straw to her mouth and let her drink for a few minutes. He then immediatly dropped his pants and to his knees and slipped his cock into her open mouth. Slowly he rocked her face. After a few minutes he began fucking her face with the vigor of a young man, slamming into her throat, gagging her on his cock.

Fresh tears started to pour. It seemed to take for ever for him to cum but when he did, he held his cock in her throat and gagged her on it. When he was done, he rose then peed on her face, trying to get as much as possible in her mouth. He then called his dog over, who lifted his leg and peed on her face too. He tried to guide as much dog piss as he could in her mouth. He turned to the wheel barrow and started to shovel some fresh manure around her neck, pating it down.

He then looked at the viewer requests. He contimplated then turned and took a jar out of the bag. Inside you could see 3 large slugs. Using wooden sticks to grasp them, he placed one on her forhead. He then took another and stuck it under her eye. He took the last one and stuck it on her cheek.

"A rich asian women paid for this. It will be a race to your mouth! A slow one but a race none the less."

He then took a bucket with eye holes and a clear panel taped to the front so the viewers could watch and she could see out and put it on her head, pushing it down into the mixture to keep the slugs in.

Before he left he gave the bulb of the plug in her ass a few pumps. His feet crunched as he walked away. She could feel the slugs on her face, moving around her face and towards her open mouth, screamed in muffled terror.

2 hours later

The bucket was lifted and the original guide stood there. He looked at the last slug still stuck to her face. Geuss the others found thier way to her mouth he thought. They still could be in there. He could not see in. Her eyes were closed, maybe she passed out.

He lifted a bottle of water and splashed her awake. She wimpered and moaned. With a straw to her mouth and let her drink. Then he dropped his shorts and fell to his knees and aimed his cock at her helpless mouth.

"I sure hope a slug still isn't in there or it will be going down your throat in a moment."

He slowly slid his cock in her mouth, probing for slugs, then began pumping. Unlike the younger lad, he took his time. Slowly and methodically fucking her face, scratching at the mosquito bites while he did.

When he was done he also stood and pissed in her face and mouth. She had now been burried in the hole for 4 hours. When he started packing fresh manure mixture around her head her hopes of her ordeal was over were dashed.

"Well good news and bad news. The good news is l caught up to the group and told them you went back to your resort because you were not feeling well, bad news is your viewers have voted in favor of another 4 hours in the hole! The farm hand will be back in two hours"

He gave the bulb sticking out of the hole a few pumps. His feet crunched as he walked away.

2 hours later

The farm hand and his dog returned but they were not alone, there were 4 other farm hands each carrying a chair, beers and a bag. They placed the chairs in a semi circle around her head and cracked a beer. "The Asian lady bought you lunch!" He exclaimed.

Each boy had a jar of 4 slugs in their bags and they took turns ra
pumping her face, pissing on her and feeding her slugs. This went on for over an hour. At one point, the dog took a poop then peed on her head. One of the boys smiled with a wicked grin. He put on a glove and walked over and scooped up the fresh dog pile. He then rubbed it on her hair and face while she wept behind her gag.

They finished their beers and grabbed the chairs. Before they left the farmhand placed the bucked over her head again trapping her inside with the smelly dog poop. He gave the bulb a good pump and he was on his way home after a long day. The camera was still going and the red light still flashing.

Shortly after the main guide returned and removed the bucked from her head. He stood there smiling down at her. He saw one remaining slug that fell off her face. He placed it on the end of his hard penis slowly started pushing it into her mouth shoving the slug down her throat inch by inch with each shallow thrust.  Then the face fucking began. When he had finished, he pissed in her mouth.

He had walked over to the winch and started cranking it. "Thank god" she wept. After 8 hours in that hole being face fucked, pissed on and fed slugs she was ready to get out. Once she was winched up and hanging over the hole, he walked over to the mixer and started shoveling dirt in and it groaned to life again. Her heart sank as she saw him start adding manure to the mixer.  When he was satisfied with the fresh mixture he poured it in the hole. He started lowering her again until she was past knee deep then he paused.

"Our most generous doner missed your burial this morning so l am going to lower you back in with some fresh mix so he can watch. This time it will reach your chin or above as per his request."

He started lowering her further into the hole again, going slower as she got deeper. Soon it reached  up to her chin when the pole finally hit bottom.  "Your viewers have spoken, you will spend the night in the hole. But don't worry, there is a surprise planned for you tomorrow! You will be visiting my home village. They are already making preperations for your arrival."

He dropped to his knees and fucked her face again. Slower and deeper this time, gagging her as he forced it further and further. Finally satisfied, he zipped his pants and walked away leaving her burried and alone again, wondering what fresh hell is next.

[jackierabbit1]

Kind of sadistic and short on fun, just sayin. I was maybe expecting a "this is the special event that you paid extra for ma'am" or something like that; so some small measure of consent maybe, at least at first. I also missed the part where she was actually stripped, as for me that could have been fun, as in her clothes destroyed in a "you'll never need clothes again" kind of moment. In that case, stripped, bound, and gagged, and then driven through the forest on a quad would be quite the event, quite the display too, perhaps foretelling her ultimate ordeal. Also, if the men in question were as low on the food chain as the story suggests, and if they had no intentions of releasing her anyway, why not take liberties before dumping her in the hole?

Please don't take this as anything but constructive, and thank you for sharing, Jackie.

[Kristie75]

Thank you, l am still editing it, l did miss the stripping part. This is my first story. I have not yet decided if and when she will be released from the hole and moved on to other things, the liberties they take with her mouth l find are more agonizing than sex it's self. I will keep working on it, anything else that could add to her situation?

[jackierabbit1]

If I were feeling especially sadistic and evil, I could envision the locals hunting down a naked foreigner, maybe while her arms were bound behind her so as to make it a bit more challenging to evade capture. Maybe only hunted non-lethally with paint ball guns, so the other tourists could get to play too; if red team with the red paintballs hits her first, they get to play with her first. Anything goes in this game too, because they've been told she's up for anything, that she specifically paid for this.

If the wealthy sadists are filming this, maybe instead she's removed from the hole, cleaned up, and then collared and chained behind her own ATV, so as to be made to walk behind it on full display, all the way to a local village deep into the jungle. Once there she'd be bound in the village square, and then the villagers would either come out in twos and threes to enjoy her bound and collared body, or instead string her up and whip her for some "village" crime, like not speaking the local dialect.

If it's to be very dark; are they starving cannibals looking for an opportunistic meal, one literally delivered on a leash like a jungle "not so happy meal?"

Or, maybe she's used like an interactive human paintball target, with bullseye black circles painted around some tender targets, best shot gets to take his or her "best shot" in any way he or she can dream up. She could be tied to a post or a tree reminiscent of a military firing squad, or my favorite; inverted spread eagle strung between two trees, head down. This way every bodily target would be open to exploitation, and head down she'd not lose consciousness as easy either.

Now for me personally, some measure of "this is what you paid for" would be good here, even if the locals accidentally took it a bit far in their zest to be accommodating. Was there a language barrier? Such could explain the entire non-consent first chapter, or maybe it goes the complete other way, and when she's ungagged she tells them, "this was nice and all guys, but both I and our wealthy customers paid for a bit of a rougher experience."

Is she to be gifted to the local village elder, after they've had their fun, as human coin for being allowed to operate within their jungle?

Is there any quicksand around? Surely the watching wealthy people would like to see her struggle and eventually sink out of sight in a pit like that. If the video were to be found later, it would make looking for the body a waste of time, leaving her free to be gifted to the local elder for his own version of fun.

So may possibilities here, best wishes and good luck, Jackie.

[Kristie75]

I added a waiver she signed, not that people read those things. Do you think she should be removed or kept in her hole and fed slugs. The wealthy customers are not hers, but rather subscribers to the farm's own channel and helps supplements it's income.

The idea of being chained behind her ATV and brought to a village for further torment a neat idea. l think the children would be the worst. Tied to a tree under a wasps nest and let them hit it with sticks, smear her body with honey and force more slugs in her mouth and other orrifices. The adults could torment her nipples and pussy and rape her.

Another idea l had, was they leave her in the hole longer, and when all the farm hands are done their shift, they come down with beers and chairs and take turns raping her mouth and pissing on her for several hours. Lowered in quicksand would entertaining for the guests to watch, or raise and lower her in and out of her prison.

The guide also knows she is all alone and could keep her Burried there for days, her mouth open for constant use. For ever maybe. Kept alive on piss, cum and slugs. So many options, maybe a 2 hour later chapter 2?

[jackierabbit1]

For my own personal tastes I'd like something a bit more fun and consensual, and less sadistic and "we're going to torture and abuse you, before we snuff you" kind of a situation. To be fair, I've written darker stories myself, but these days my tastes lean more towards fun, maybe in a scene that gets a bit out of hand though, beyond the original intent of the players.

So, with that being said, slugs are poisonous, many times lethally so, as they eat poisonous things with impunity, so natures clean up crew and all of that. Now I've read that one can prepare and carefully cook such things and maybe make that work, but there's a reason that most creatures in nature don't eat them. If ingesting them raw didn't outright kill you, they would make everything within your digestive tract want to come out rather unpleasantly, so not sexy for the victim, and surely not sexy for anybody wanting any kind of sex with the victim either. A young man in Australia ate one on a dare, and eventually died from it too.

Pee and poop, and eating things that can kill you, YUCK!

The waiver is a nice idea, but kids being involved most certainly is not for me, even though I realize that they're not sexual participants in your next chapters concept. Anything "kids" in a story for me is an instant turn-off, maybe it's a maternal thing, but in any event just not my cup of tea.

The R thing as well is a turn-off for me, although a certain level of "against my will" is appealing while in the proverbial scene. Tears as well aren't my thing, again maybe a maternal thing, as crying babies, (or even adults) pulls at my heartstrings. The very few times in life when I've been brought to actual tears it really twists my husband up too, but to be fair he has an incredible amount of empathy, especially for a man.

Now from a practical point of view, keeping her overnight in the hole (down low and helpless) would invite the nightly predators like wild bore, black bears, and big cats to eat her, so that as well would be pretty awful. I wrote a story once where somebody got eaten by the local villagers, (perhaps deservingly so) but the way I told the tale was that others were watching this as a recording, as in not real time, so what they watched later already happened; in other words there was no rescue possible by the time they saw what happened. It wasn't sadistic the way I wrote it either, the "not so happy meal" in that case was actually participating in her demise right up until she couldn't any longer.

So in short, in this particular case some measure of consent and survivability takes this from straight up sadistic, to part of a scene that she originally wanted and maybe signed on for, but maybe one that the locals got a bit carried away with. Do the watching wealthy get a bit squeamish after the first ordeals, seeing their sadistic "paid for" requests turned instantly into actions for their viewing pleasure? What of her tormentors, is there some unknow motivations for their own actions, had somebody from the states done something really bad to one of their own, and this is the misplaced retribution?

The quicksand scene would be fun too, if she survived it. What if the locals were like "we can't do this sick shit!" disgusted after the first few ordeals, and they stuck her in the quicksand and let the watching wealthy see that happen, only to rescue her and release her after the fact? Maybe not a happy ending, but not a "we're going to torture you to death for fun" kind of an event either.

Best wished, Jackie.

[Kristie75]

Thank you for the feedback. l done some reading and some slugs are not poisenous to eat, just rather unpleasent. l geuss they could put some cage around her to prevent night predetors or even have someone keeping gaurd, using her mouth at whim through the night. l thought of children back in the village because l know children can be cruel and would not care of the suffering  and plight of the captive. The viewers are very wealthy and get off on watching their ideas brought to life.  Maybe she can be tossed in quicksand for the wealthy viewers pleasure and watch her slowly sink out of sight. Or slowly lowered and raised, deeper each time, in a hand made, crudely fasioned gibbet sort of device after being used and abused by the villagers. Maybe she will survive, maybe not. Perhaps a snorklel attached to her mouth so they can submerge her completely leaving her submerged for extended periods of time before raising her and lowering her all over again. They could keep her for a while in the device hanging in the sun in the town square, poked with sticks, while taking more requests and making more money from the wealthy
viewers. There is no real reason for the torment other than making money off viewers and a some mexicans have some sort of resentment for rich american tourists. That and she did sign the waiver after all. l would love to read some of your stories to better improve my own. l appreciate your feedback and ideas. l am having troubles finding them, l really want to read the happy meal one, could you post the link maybe please?

[jackierabbit1]

I have a pretty good catalogue of stories in my author's section under both Jack rabbit, and Jackie rabbit; very early on my husband wrote the first few stories, and then we tried to collaborate a bit, which was hard as stories from a single point of view with the main character telling them seem to both work and feel the best. Some of our early adventures actually happened, so these very early stories were pretty much what we did as teens, (with minor embellishments to protect the innocent and also make it a better read) and a little beyond that too.

The later stories were told by me from my point of view as this just made more sense, but truthfully the straight up fiction ones perhaps inspired by what I'l like to have both the courage, and opportunity to actually do are the best ones. I can only do so much in the real world, but I truly have a wicked imagination for what I'd like to do; in a world without insane people and diseases that can kill you too I suppose. It's twenty plus years of stories, and if you start with an early one and then a later one you can see the natural progression in style, and I hope grammar and sentence structure as well.

"Dropping In For The Feast" by Jackie rabbit is what my short story style looked like twelve years ago, "Cuckold" by my husband Jackrabbit was his first published work from almost twenty five years ago, and his early style is significantly different than my own, but you also have to appreciate the raw emotions in his short description of our very first event with somebody else, in "Ken's" case a very good friend in need. I actually wrote "Cuckold Revisited" and Milwaukee Vibrator" myself much more recently, telling both stories from my unique point of view, as there was a great deal that my husband didn't include, both things he simply couldn't know, and things he also didn't wish to share back then either. Both are very close to what really happened, with minor location changes, as well as name changes obviously.

New stories are fun and I love this forum interaction, almost more so than the actual writing to be honest, but there are a great many talented authors on here with very different styles, so I encourage you to wander around in the search area, as well as the author's section too. When I come across something that really interests me I like to go back and see what else that person has done, it's also nice for an author when you drop them a note and remind them of something they've done, as in "Thanks for sharing" or something like that.

Welcome to Gromets Plaza, it's a rather friendly place to share our common interests and storytelling, and nothing at all like a "Literotica" kind of place where the comments are anything but friendly.

Have a wonderful day, Jackie.

[Kristie75]

I wrote a part 2 with some of your ideas, hope you don't mind and enjoy it more than part 1 l am new to writing stories but l have always had a twisted mind. Thank you for your replies, l hope to get better.

[jackierabbit1]

I thought your changes made it a better scenario, as in there will be an end, that this is survivable for the main character; so perhaps a bit less sadistic. I also love the concept of being put on display, paraded through town on a cart, or in a cage like a dangerous animal, or even like the circus has just come to town. It's a super hot scenario for me in particular, and I'd love to read the main character's thoughts and fears as she watches from inside her cage. This as well can make the tone of a story a bit less sadistic too, again in my humble opinion.

I've found that when you tell a story like this, if you tell it in the first person it's easier to "tell" the emotions, share those little "inside the head" private conversations one can have with themselves. I've played around with this a bit, and first person seems to work best for me, but then again everybody is different.

Now to also be fair here, I've had stories where the main character can't finish the story, as in he or she has lost their mind, or some other darker scenario even, so in that case there is an awkward change in perspective, where the all seeing eye narrates the final scenes, explaining the main character's demise. You could also use a found video, or journal to document the main characters final moments of sanity too, completing the story he or she can't, maybe as a friend, or even the cops read or watch said item.

Thank you again for sharing, Jackie.