Chapter 5
The Mud Suit

The women were the worst at torturing us. Brought to river’s edge one day, they lashed Siv’s wrists together behind her head and tied her elbows to her knees. They hauled her up and got her on a board in a kneeling position. They scooped up pots full of red mud from the shore, and they covered her with the mud to turn her into a statue. The most extreme form of bondage you could ever imagine.

They began smearing gobs of it on her back, her buttocks, her shoulders, her legs and her neck and head. Every part of her body from the top of her head to her feet had been covered and molded with the mud. The woman, at first, just slapped in on, but when they had enough in a given area, they began to smooth and shape it to conform to the body part it covered.

They covered her eyes with thick slices of a root and began covering her face with the mud. They inserted hollow reeds into each nostril and propped open her mouth with a wooden ring. When they were done with her face, all you could see were the two reeds emerging from a bump where her nose was and her open mouth.

They kept slathering her with handfuls of the red mud. One creative soul had stuck several tufts of grass on her head to simulate hair. They left an opening by her genitals and her anus so she could piss and shit. Bound as she was, she was soon encased in mud. They turned her into an “object”.

The woman left her in the sun so the mud would dry. Siv began to make inhuman groans and cries. She sounded like a sick calf. Within an hour or two, under the broiling equatorial sun, the mud had hardened into a suit of armor. She had been turned into a “thing”.

I had been brought over, on a leash, to watch. I could hear her moaning inside her mud suit of armor. I was sick inside at what they did to her. When the mud had hardened, they carried Siv on the board back to the village in a sort of procession. The children laughed and clapped. She was set between two logs. Siv, I could only imagine, was going thru hell inside the mud suit. She was totally immobile and it must have been like she was baking in an oven.

When she pissed thru the opening between her legs, it made the children roar with laughter. They gave her water to sip thru a reed from a gourd. As hot as it was and trapped, she must have been sweating buckets. It was the ultimate torture suit. Then they brought us both into a hut. The men began pulling aside their loincloths and soon they were all hard. There were a dozen men there.

Her moans and groans were a great source of amusement for them. They began shoving their cocks into her mouth and in her pussy. They raped her front and back – over and over.

The sounds coming out of her mouth were heartrending. There was a sloppy mess of semen all around her mouth and pussy when they were done. Siv, now a real fucktoy, was not released from this bondage, her mud suit, until the next morning. When they got it off her, and I could get a chance to see her, her eyes told the story of the horror she had been through.

Chapter 6
Village Torments