A call of nature*

By the end… Chastity's body was an utter mess of splattered semen. She could feel it matted into her hair and drying into flaking patches all across her skin. The crowd of 'Brothers' of the commune had encircled her and her mother for what seemed like hours. The masks they wore giving no indication of whether it was the same men coming back time and again or a rotating cast of strangers arriving from the unseen doorways of this wide room. The birthday girl had swallowed three or four more donations directly injected onto her wilting tongue. The pure saltiness was making her feel quite dehydrated, not to mention the nauseating heat and smell of being surrounded by so many churning cocks for so long. The fact that she was absolutely drenched in the slimy substance creating most of that stench made her very soul and skin itch for some kind of cleansing relief. Other issues were also coming to the fore… she hadn’t been to the bathroom since arriving, and didn’t even know where one could be found.

Eventually, the girl simply had to push her way out through the jostling crowd. Muttering apologies, but moving determinedly in the direction of where she’d come in. Passing through the same, dark corridor… she arrived gasping back out into the cold night air. Bending over double, she held back the urge to throw up what would surely be just a stomach full of that strange slime that Father called ‘the Lord’s seed’. The thrill of the wind and moonlight upon her bare skin seemed to help though… it centred her again, and refreshed her nerves with a new focus. Speaking of the priest who seemed to rule this place… a spark in the darkness suddenly drew Chastity’s attention toward a figure leaning nonchalantly against the wall. A cigarette was gripped lightly between his fingertips and its smoke wandered twistingly toward the sky.

“Had enough already, little lamb?” His question seemed edged with teasing daggers. A soft and smirking slither, so different from the all-embracing preach of his earlier announcements. The girl was suddenly fairly certain she had felt safer in that room, surrounded and accosted by masked assailants… than alone under the stars with this man.

“I-I needed the bathroom…” She offered, in pleading defense. Unsure quite what she needed to make excuses for. “I don’t know where it is…”

Father nodded, magnanimous in his acceptance to her call of nature. However, his only further assistance was to flick the ashes from his smoke in the general direction of the deeper shadows in the yard. Chastity stared into these in pleading confusion, unable to discern even the edges of another building in that direction. Helpfully… the priest reached up to the wall near his shoulder and flicked a not-particularly-safe-looking switch.

Harsh white floodlights flashed on from various positions around the high walls of the compound… all directed down towards the centre of this central patch of paved concrete. Chastity gasped when she realised what stood at their focal point… There, alone and out of place, stood a porcelain throne. Weather beaten and rusting where it was bolted to the pavings, it seemed to have been actively set up to provide as little privacy as possible. She looked to the smirking priest with abject disbelief written all over her face.

“I’m afraid our facilities are not as… modern as you might be used to, little one. Nor our sensibilities… We live a simple life here, and have no need for shame over the day-to-day workings of that which the Lord gave us… If you wish, I could turn my back? ...Just for today at least.”

The teenager hung her head. This was all so different and humiliating… Was she really going to have to… relieve herself... in full view of all and sundry, every day from now on? The prospect was so daunting as to almost make her immediate need in front of just this one silhouetted creep seem almost a gentle warm up. Requesting nothing, she stepped forward with eyes glued to the cracks beneath her bare feet.

The experience of sitting there, blinded by spotlights on all sides… with only the rising and falling flicker of Father’s cigarette telling her he was still watching. Was one she was not sure she could ever live down. Necessity was all that got her through… that and the fact that really, today she had been thrown in the deep-end when it came to embarrassing experiences. They all seemed to pile up and cancel each other out somewhat. When she was done, the man threw her a cheap-looking half roll of toilet paper, kept just inside the door… where a handbasin and wedge of foul-smelling soap suddenly made a lot more sense. She said nothing as he waited to let her go back in first… flicking his last stub of smouldering ashes out into some far corner.