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Man, Bear or why I don’t get the whole internet question thing.

So, bears live in the woods. I expect them there.

I hike a lot. Like a lot a lot. I have run into many, many, many men on the trail. Sometimes, I’ve been alone; sometimes with friends.

I have also run into ONE bear. I did not see them, but I did smell them—very distinctly.

I expect to see men on trails around me and hate that this question has misrepresented the situation to justify hatred.

Because the real question is, who would you rather encounter where you would not expect them?

Woods, off trail—I expect to see a bear. Heck, I expect to see them on trail when I’m in “they house.”

Woods, on trail—I expect to see men. Lots of men. They are usually hiking and paying attention to what they are doing.

Woods, off trail—I do not expect to see another human. Any human in the woods off trail—I’m afraid because they are not supposed to be there. Period.

The story is being used to justify misanthropy. That pisses me off.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a feminist. Read my stuff and I do not hide it.

I have a problem painting all men in this light. Any human where they are not supposed to be is scarier than a bear “in the bear’s house.”

End of Rant.

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An hour later, she awoke to the servant girl rubbing a fragrance cream on her legs and back. Her breasts were heavy and felt slightly sore to the touch. She squeezed them and got a delicious thrill up her spine. The cream awoke new things inside her, and she felt a particular…thirst. The plug snug deep inside her was keeping her deliciously on edge. The orchard and the lotion smelled so good, and she felt so wonderfully full; she wanted to curl right back up and sleep with lovely dreams of naughty things, but the petit woman would have none of that.

“You must wake up now, miss. It is time to clean and prepare you for the big boss. Master Jason said that you would see him tonight. It’s quite a treat, miss. Not every new girl gets to meet him. I’ll need to ensure you are in perfect condition to be presented to him.”

From there, Christina walked with Susan to a nearby grotto with a spring, benches, and what looked like a small medical cart. As she sat down, a few other people came drifting by from their loungers and walked closer when they saw the activity.

“Now, Susan. We are going to remove your plug and clean your nasty bottom. You will need to bend over this bench here and spread your buttocks. Once the plug is out, I’ll start your enema. We always use natural spring water here for cleansing because it contains healing properties and salts that will prepare you better for the use that you will endure later this evening. The only problem is that it is pretty cold and slightly stingy because of the salts. “
Susan reddened as she heard what was in store for her and glanced around. Was she going to have to do this here? In the open? It was a beautiful spot with flowers and plants, and the trickling water made everything seem out of a fairy tale. Was she supposed to bend over here, open her rear hole for everyone, and then have herself cleaned? Here?
Christina pulled her to the bench and had her face down and kneel. By this time, several people were gathering and beginning to sit down. Some of the people were starting to address Christina with questions.

“Who is she, Christina, darling? Is she new?”

“Where on earth did they find such a lovely creature? This one looks like a master Jason pick. He certainly has the eye, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, look, she has been stretched. Is that a number 8, Christina? Wow. Pliable thing, isn’t she?”

“And look, her breasts are leaking already, and you haven’t done anything to the poor dear—well, you haven’t done anything yet, right, Christina?” A chorus of chuckles resounded around the small pavilion.

Christina bent down and whispered into her ear. “Now, Miss, everyone is watching. Please do what I ask you to do. The crowd can get cruel with new cows if they don’t behave.”

Susan sighed and reached back, with Christian’s urging, and pulled her cheeks apart. The petit woman immediately took hold of the large plug and began to draw. Susan’s tight hole had settled around the plug and gripped the narrow neck tightly, refusing to relinquish the larger bulb.
“It’s okay, miss. You seem to have a very tight grip. “Christina then placed both her tiny hands around the base of the plug right against Susan’s puckered ring. Slipping two fingers around it like a hook, she jerked upwards quickly and firmly. She watched as Susan’s asshole stretched and pulled out, trying to loosen it enough to let go of the plug. Finally, after several seconds of moving the massive intrusion back and forth, her tight ring gave way, and it pulled free. Susan felt her shoulders sag with relief at feeling the stretch stop, but she also felt empty and slightly sad that she was barren. Her ears were greeted with sounds of soft applause from the onlookers. Startling comments about the size of the plug filled the air. Susan only wanted to be filled up again and more. She looked down at her mammoth breasts hanging over the edge of the bench. The anal stimulation had caused her to start leaking milk. The serum must last longer than just a few minutes. She wondered if she would spread everywhere and how she would manage that.

She was lost in thought and felt Christina move behind her and spread her hole for the crowd again. The hose for the enema was hard and uncomfortable as it opened her stretched ring and made its way up into her lower colon.

“How much does the dear have to hold, Christina?” A familiar voice came from just over her left ear. Almost half a second later, she realized where she knew the voice.

Susan clenched her entire body–Mr. Copple? A gasp erupted from the crowd as the enema hose shot out of her taut asshole and landed at her feet, spraying salt water on her and the closest spectators.

Christina was working to secure the equipment and pass
out the towels to the guest as Susan was left to bury her head into her bosom in shock and shame. What the heck was Mr. Copple doing here?

A warm hand glided up her thigh to her buttocks and lower back. The hand stopped at her upper back, and she felt the pressure as the owner leaned close to her ear. Then, softly, she heard the voice of her boss directly over her.

“With a show like that, you will surely be a star, my dear. Nice to see you here, Miss Evans. I had always hoped Jason would help you. If you have any questions, you can consider your old job with me terminated. I’m seriously wondering how you will perform with your new duties.”
Susan gasped and started to cry–she didn’t know why.

Maybe the tears poured from the shame, the embarrassment, the anger at how she had just been fired in front of a stupid audience? Mr. Copple leaned back and surveyed her naked and exposed body opened up before him.

“I must say, I much prefer to support your employment here rather than at my office. Here, I can fuck you to my heart’s content. That’s all so taboo in office life, you know? So yes. You’ll be a much better employee here than you were for me. But don’t get it wrong, girl. You will be working for me, and I will delight in finally getting to abuse all the milk out of those luscious breaths of those. You see, I have a theory that in some cows, the amount of pain they can endure greatly increases the nutritional value of the milk. So you see, you and I will spend some extensive hours together soon now that I know you are here.”

“Mr. Copple, I swear, I put those papers on your deck last night.” Susan surprised herself by talking about the job incident after he had spoken to her. Maybe he would go easier on her if he didn’t blame her. She didn’t know; she was grasping at straws. She only had a moment to reflect on this awkward situation before she heard Christina say, “That was an excellent sign for tonight, Susan. The boss is going to love you. And look,” she pointed to the river of milk flowing from her breasts and down towards the spring in the cave’s floor. “You, my sister, have potential here. Now, get back into position so we can finish this part.” Christina got back in front of Susan and knelt at eye level.

Then, speaking to the assistant who had re-threaded the hose up Susan’s ass, she said, “Do a half a liter. Jason wants to ensure she is squeaky clean for the big boss.” A gaggle of mild surprise greeted this. This was slightly unusual.

Christina looked up and over Susan’s shoulder to the crowd and seemed to be speaking to those in the front row, who were back further than they had started. “She also has to do extra salts, so it should be a good show.” Another low murmur followed. Susan could hear Mr. Copple chuckle on the edge of the front row.

“Miss, I’m going to turn on the salts now. I’m only asking you to hold it for three minutes. The longer you hold it, the better it works. Here we go.” She turned the valve, moved to face Susan, kneeled, and held her hands. When she made eye contact again, she said, “Just look at me and try to hold it as long as you can.”

At first, it felt like a cold rush of water entering her bottom. It didn’t hurt at all; it was just startlingly frigid. Then, after a few seconds of warming up, her abdomen started cramping. She quickly grasped Christina’s hands and looked deeply into her eyes. There, she found solace but no concern. She was obviously in no danger.

At one minute, she started to sweat. It was harder for her to maintain eye contact. Her belly churned and ached as the liquid burbled and gurgled in her abdomen. A cold sheen of water coated her skin, and she shut her eyes to concentrate on keeping the liquid.

After a minute, she started to moan from the cramps. It took everything she had to concentrate on keeping herself closed and resisting the call of her body to evacuate her bowels. Listening to the chatter around her gave her even more incentive.

“Three crowns she doesn’t make in three minutes, poor things. Christina must have tripled the salt dose…look at how she is sweating at the one-minute mark.”

“She is putting up a brave fight, though. Look how her little sphincter is simply shaking from the strain of keeping all that in.”

Susan closed her eyes and concentrated. She thought about how full she felt and how good it would feel to finally release the contents. Yes, it would be horrible in front of all these people, but she could feel that soon biology would take over, and she would be helpless to release her bowels for all these people to see and bet over. Well, she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing her fail.

“Two minutes. You can do this, miss,” Christina whispered as she gripped Susan’s hand. Then, trying to distract herself, she looked around the room. Immediately her eyes fell upon a man of what seemed to be a mixture of descent. His hair was jet black, and his eyes matched. His mocha-colored skin crinkled into smile lines around his eyes as he met Susan’s gaze. His stripes made him appear mature and aloof, but the wink he gave her had the opposite effect. That boyish glint made her heart race and her cunt clench.
As the timer passed the three-minute mark, the crowd gasped and applauded. She had done it! But now what? As if reading her mind, Christina helped lift her by her shoulders and set her bottom to hang over what appeared to be a freshly opened drain. Just as she felt her bottom touch the seat, the seal of the tight ring broke from the movement and poured solution all down into the gutter.

Christina and her assistant were quick to take their positions. Christina put her two fingers on Susan’s clit and rubbed in tiny tight circles. Her assistant grabbed her by both of her nipples. She pinched very forcefully and pulled Susan’s breasts out and up. Sucking in a deep breath, Susan fought as a deep groan formed in her throat. She could feel her cunt clenching and clamping shut around nothing.

The man from earlier slowly walked forward to her as she gasped and fought the last strands of her modesty to keep her orgasm in check, but as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, the assistant gave a vicious tug of her nipples, causing milk to flow down over her body. Christina doubled her efforts, and she came harder than ever before.

She could roll her eyes back into her head. Then, erupting in a shout, she saw Mr. Copple, out of the corner of her eye, lead the crowd in a soft round of applause. Stars appeared behind her eyelids, and then there was a plain field of black as she hovered right out of true consciousness’ reach.

The assistant put away the equipment, and Christina appeared in Susan’s weary vision. “Just relax, miss. You’ve done well. We are taking you back to the grove to rest. You have no more obligations until the Master visits you this evening. Paul? Paul, come over and carry her back to her lounger. Make sure she has a pillow and a blanket and rub her feet to help her uterus contract to where she must be tonight.”