There was now a sense in duty and obligation to what Claudia had started this weekend. She wondered how she would escape back to her life without breaking some moral slave code of Mistress Eva's. Technically she hadn't consented all of this, but then she wondered if her responding to Mistress Eva's ad was consent in itself. She incredulously asked herself if now she could, or even wanted to go back to her life and what concessions would be made by Mistress Eva if she did? "The ad said to be 'used as the Mistress wished' and I presented myself without rebuttal. "Maybe I subconsciously wanted this all along and that's why I never spoke up," she reasoned.
A moving tail caught Claudia's eye and interrupted her mental crossroads. It was the tail directly above her face. There was no denying her trepidation. Staring straight up at the colossal shit erupting out of the cow's rectum, plummeting towards her gagged mouth and hooked nostrils. The first impact hurt as it smacked down and Claudia could feel successive lumps landing, repeatedly, for what felt like an eternity. A tide of cow feces spread across her vulnerable face; it ran down over her neck, across the sides of her head, and covering over her hair. Some even made its way as far as Claudia's clamped hands. It was heavy and coarse, just as Mistress had warned, but it moved like a tsunami; blanketing everything in its path. Dwarfing all the shits that came before it and push itself down, with its sheer weight, into the bottom of Claudia's mouth. With her nostrils covered, she had no choice but to start gulping it down. She could swallow it down fast enough though. She coughed and choked violently for a while which helped her clear a breathing passage.
This was hard work. Mistress Eva had threatened to clamp her nose, but it hardly would have made any difference. In fact, Claudia believed she was probably worse off now without it, as her nasal passage was blocked by the heavy excrement. Her respite was brief as the dung she'd coughed up began seeping down again. The bolted gag meant Claudia needed to be efficient in her consumption, which was a huge endeavor considering the nausea and the amount of feces ingested thus far. Not having the biggest of appetites at the best of times, she felt sickly and bloated as though she'd gorged on her most hated foods.
Having just swallowed enough to breathe again, Claudia involuntarily regurgitated it back up into her own mouth to create a pool of shitty vomit; which she had no choice but to swallow it down again. It was draining Claudia physically and mentally, but fortunately the next release of hefty stool was from the other cow lingering over her waist area on the opposite side. It pissed first though, like a fire hose, before completing a huge mountain of shit that had been started by the opposing cow. Claudia's was grateful for its warmth, but was aware that the depth of muck around her head was now at ear level and slowly creeping in.
Next was the cow over her chest and stomach, which up until then had only pissed lightly (by cow standards), eclipsed the moons of Claudia's breasts with defecation. Her right foot and leg eventually received the same showering of shit the left had and the cow who started it all off would land its second shit right on Claudia's crotch. After the second cow above her breasts unloaded, the level of shit and urine around Claudia's head had reached the other edges of her face. What would she do if the level arrived at her mouth and nostrils? Would she be able to swallow fast enough if it flowed over into her mouth?
With a thick layer of shit over her eyes and the level of 'sewerage' around her head now over her ears, Claudia could not see nor hear. Almost every part of her body was covered in inches with feces of some description; she was in the process of being buried alive in shit. Sensory deprivation, no sight or sound, and even her sense of smell and taste was clouded by the volume of shit in her nose and mouth.
There was still one cow, the second above her face, who hadn't shit yet, and its tail was lifting. Not the Claudia could see or hear it. Her last available sense felt the avalanche of fresh cow shit piling up on her face. Claudia knew she couldn't waste any time, swallowing it while it was warm and soft. It went down easier that way and imagined that this improved technique was all part of Mistress Eva's intention. Her 'training was not complete' she had mentioned earlier. Telltale clues that her service was far from over.
Somehow, Claudia was lucky enough to create a small tunnel of air through the shit in and over her mouth. She could breathe, but it was obstructed heavily enough that she needed constant deep breaths. At least she didn't have to swallow anymore; for now. For anyone looking into the trough, it would have been hard to identify Claudia if not for the shit covered outline of the lower half of her body. The cows had a substantial food supply in front of them, so as morning broke they just continued shitting. Claudia, still awake and with shit still in her mouth, could feel now that her head was close to being submerged in the rising shit levels. It was right at the edge of her mouth and as she felt the patter of another cow shitting over her breasts, she knew that it was about to start spilling over her lips. She tried pushing up against the gag, but it was bolted hard to steel brackets. The more she pushed the more it hurt her mouth.
Feeling so sick in her stomach from the volume of shit in it; not helped either by the shit and dildos stuffed into her vagina. Then came the spillage; a waterfall of soft, runny sewerage filling the last passages of air in her mouth. Vigorous swallowing was required and Claudia had to oblige or drown, fighting the constant gag reflex from the array of vile flavors. Cow shit, human shit, semen, urine; anything that had collected at the bottom end of the trough was now flowing into Claudia's mouth.
"I'm going to die," she conceded. "God knows how much bacteria or viruses I've ingested." She bit down hard against the gag as she tried desperately to swallow fast enough to keep up with the overflowing river of excrements; so hard that she felt her tooth chip. She coughed then choked as the waste surged through nasal passage and throat. Claudia vomited again, it was practically diarrhea. It had to go down again. Pulling violently against all her restraints was futile; her only escape was to swallow as fast as possible with the added handicap of not using her tongue. By the time she could breathe again Claudia was exhausted; panting. Still unable to see or hear anything, there was a jolt.
