Miss Yara took a deep breath, her stomach churning uncomfortably as she fought the urge to burst out laughing. This was all some kind of twisted game, she thought bitterly, but desperation drove her onward. She hadn't been able to find any other privacy since her ascent up the mountain, so here she was, shamelessly exposing herself to an unsuspecting stranger below.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to will away the embarrassment as she deliberately relaxed her muscles. Memories of her humiliating escapades onstage flooded her mind, but she forced them aside. This wasn't a performance; this was real life. If she didn't find relief soon, she might just wet herself.
With a shaky sigh, she finally opened her eyes and turned slowly around, presenting him with her exposed backside. Her heart raced as she waited for his reaction – or more accurately, for the inevitable feeling of warmth spreading across her backside as he took in what was about to happen.
She couldn't hear him over the pounding of her own heart, but she could feel his presence grow closer. He must finally be reaching for his smartphone camera, capturing every gruesome detail of her act of desperation.
But as her gaze fell upon the strangely defeated look on his face, she realized that this wasn't going to be about humiliating him — he was actually going to make her do it. Her skin crawled at the thought, but she couldn't disobey him now.
With trembling hands, he gingerly lifted the collar of her shirt, exposing the delicate skin of her nape to the cool mountain air. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt him tug lightly at the fabric, exposing more of her body to his curious touch.
Suddenly, there was a warm gush against her lower back, followed by a muffled groan from below. She couldn't help but flinch as hot liquid splashed against her bare flesh, mixing with the cold mountain air to create an unholy mess. Panic rose up within her as she realized that he wasn't going to stop.
But there was nothing she could do now - or at least, nothing she wasn't already doing. With trembling fingers, she reached behind her, bravely diving into the steaming pile of excrement. She clenched her jaw, determined not to show any weakness or fear, as she began to grasp on to the slippery mass.
It was harder than she thought it would be - not just physically, but emotionally as well. Every time she felt a hot jolt of liquid against her skin, every time she saw a piece of feces squirming between her fingertips, she felt a fresh wave of revulsion rise up within her.
But she couldn't give up now. She had to see this through; for her sake, for his sake. They were in this together, whether they liked it or not. And so, with shaking hands and a grim determination etched on her face, she began to swallow.
One slow, agonizing mouthful at a time.
