Chapter 6

He gave Catherine three berries to eat. “What are these?”

“They are berries to enable you to empty your bowel.”

“I do not need them, thank you. I am quite regular.”

“When?”

“When? Well, in the morning if you must know.”

“Quite, you will need to empty your bowel tonight.”

“Why?”

“Well, so I can bury my hatchet deep into that hole if I feel like it after I have squeezed that cherry of its juice.”

“You mean you may want to invade my [here she spoke quietly] back hole? But that is surely illegal.”

“As is shafting fifteen year old girls, and taking one’s employer’s wife for a ride. But that is all in England, and we are not there. We are here. It is up to you, I would not force you to take the berries, but if I am inside a shitty bottom them I will require you to clean me after.” Here he touched her lips. “You understand?” She did. She blanched at the very thought; surely men in normal marriages were not like this. “Some are, some aren’t. I expect you are right about the reverend. I cannot imagine him demanding entrance there, but one can never be sure until one is trapped inside marriage. So perhaps it is as well to be fully cognisant of the possibilities.” She took the berries and half an hour later she made her way rapidly to a private spot as her backside insisted on firing out the last two feet of her digestive tract contents. She actually felt much better for it after and resolved to collect some berries to try and cultivate the plants if (and when) they returned home.

The women aside from Catherine collected the coconut shells and the turtle shell. They made their way to the sea to wash up. Elspeth talked quietly to Mary about her experience. None of them watched as Catherine and David moved into the hut. “Now, Catherine, I will undress first; then you can undress while I watch. I undressed your sisters, but I feel in need of some entertainment. But first you can take my poor floppy cock into your mouth.”

She was aware of what was to follow, having been spying on her sister’s activities earlier, she hadn’t expected to do this beforehand, and was unaware of Crichton’s intentions. As she took his member into her mouth, she felt a small surge in it, and attempted to pull away but was held on. The watery piss started to cascade into her and she struggled and pulled back enough to release it. As Crichton had expected, her breasts began to drip with urine. “For shame sir!”

By this time the flow had stopped as he was fully erect. “Apologies Catherine, I had always wanted to do that but never felt I could. This seemed to be an opportunity. No, don’t wipe them off. I like to see them glistening, even if the cause is piss rather than sweat. Not that much difference chemically, I believe.”

“What? You had a fantasy about peeing into a woman’s mouth? What kind of monster are you?”

“Oh, I believe, like you, in equality for women. I will trouble you to pee into my mouth before I pinion you.” With that, he lay down on his back, holding his extended rod. “Lift your skirts, don’t get them wet.” With these few instructions, Catherine was sure she had descended into another layer of Hell. She was required to squat over his mouth, but with her skirts bunched up, she could not see her piss hole. He laughed as his face was splashed with her pee. “Good enough. There is something erotic about seeing a woman pee so close up. The last – nearly last – taboo.” She was guessing what the final taboo might be given what he had said about shit before. She resolved that she would starve rather than let him watch her do that! Crichton was a reasonable judge of character and already knew that only the younger two would comply if he ever wanted to watch that particular exhibition. He briefly imagined Agatha and Eliza in just the position to be egesting their waste whilst he watched. Probably he would never do that; but a man with infinite power can go off the rails, he warned himself. “Now, take off your clothes please. I am dying to know if you fit between your sisters for hairiness around your cunt.”