Akkano


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An Adventure in Wilderness

Day 3.

The next morning during breakfast, Diane said to Greg "I feel like going for a long hike today." "What about me?" "Oh, you will be all right." "What if the bear comes?" "We will take all the possible precautions. If we do everything right, chances of the bear visiting you are negligible. Now one thing we will do before I go is to hang up all the food between the trees. That means you don't get anything to eat until dinner, after I return. So you better load up on breakfast. Another Granola bar?" After breakfast they cleaned up and Greg put away all the food under Diane's supervision. "Now do you have any food that is not up there?" "I don't think so, Diane." "Are you sure? We don't want accidents like we had two days ago. Well, your skirts and blouses don't have any pockets, so there cannot possibly be anything there. Go check the tent thoroughly while I get ready." Greg carried out an exhaustive search of the tent, but could not find anything. "See the bushes and trees over there? Do not go into them for any reason. There may or may not be a bear in there, but there are definitely coral snakes. If you get bitten by one, even I cannot do anything to save you, and I am not here anyway. There are some clothes to be washed. You can do the washing while I am away." "Sure. Anything else I should do?" "Let me think. Oh, yes. It you go to the toilet, be sure to dig a deep hole and fill it up with dirt afterwards. Bears are very inquisitive when it comes to smells." "There is one more precaution you can take. Hold on a minute." She went to the tent and was back in a minute. She handed him her dirty panties. "You want me to wear these?" "Well, bears seem to dislike the smell of human female. There is something in the pheromones of human female that seems to be mildly repellent for the bear. There are examples of bears attacking women, but if there is a man and a woman present, the bear usually goes for the man. Wearing my dirty panties (and this time it cannot be clean panties, as you argued in the canoe) will give you added protection. For maximum protection, do not wear your skirt over the panties. Let Mr. Bear get the full scent of my dirty panties." "If you hear growling from the trees, don't panic. The Bear probably will not come after you. However, if you do hear growling, you should wear this, for added protection." She produced her dirty bra, the one she was wearing the previous day. Greg could smell the strong smell of her sweat. He could also see yellow sweat stains. "If you do hear the growling, do not go into the bushes to investigate. Just sit tight. Do not go into the tent." "I hope all these precautions will be enough." "Oh, they will be. I am not saying that you will be protected 100 percent. But when you drive a car you are not protected 100 percent either. Just remember, many more people are killed in car accidents in North America in a day than are killed by bear attacks in several years." "That is hardly a comforting thought." "Well, all I am saying is that with reasonable precautions, chances of a bear attack are negligible. That day we were caught by surprise. I suspect so was the bear. Well, I better be off. I am going to do quite a bit of walking today. I will be back by 4 o'clock." She picked up her lunch pack, water bottle and put it in her back pack. Then she picked up her CD player. "Is that the Walkman?" "Yes, I like to listen to Mozart when I walk." she said, showing him a Mozart CD. "I have another one. Would you like one too? Something to pass the time?" "Oh, thanks." "Well, I am off. Be careful and don't get into trouble." "Oh, all right." Diane could see that he was scared. She approached him and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be scared, sweetie. It will be all right. I will be back in the evening." "Just remember. Whatever happens, don't go into the bushes and trees. Also stay out of the tents. Always have my dirty panties on and may be my dirty bra as well. You will be O.K." Even in sweatshirt and shorts Diane looked stunning, Greg thought. Diane was on her way. A little later she doubled back and was at the camp again in half an hour. After careful search, Diane and Helen had discovered the prefect spot. She located that spot. She set down the Walkman. From this spot, she could get a clear view of their camp. However, it was almost impossible for Greg to see her. She saw that Greg had started with her laundry. He was meticulously soaping, scrubbing and washing each item of clothing, just as she had taught him. He had her panties on over his diaper. The panties were stretched tight and he looked ridiculous. This won't do, she thought to herself. After returning to civilization, she will have to feminize him properly. She took video footage of his doing the washing in diaper and panties. She removed the Mozart CD from the Walkman and inserted the CD of animal sounds which she had brought with her. The CD had only bear sounds. In the beginning there was one bear growling, while towards the end it was a recording of several bears growling at the same time. She cranked the volume to maximum and connected it to a small microphone. In their experiment, they had made sure that the sound would easily carry to the campsite. It took Greg a couple of minutes to notice the growling. Then he listened intently for a couple of minutes, with a look of increasing terror on his face. He got up from his chair and produced her dirty bra. Diane started the video camera. He put on the bra properly, just as she had taught him. This was perfect. In the footage it was obvious that nobody was forcing him to do it, but that he was wearing the bra completely of his own free will. The proper way in which he put on the bra, without any hesitation also indicated that he had done it before. She zoomed in so that the sweat stains on the bra were clearly visible. The growling was still continuing. After he had put on her bra, the terror on his face decreased. Hell, this footage alone might have been enough to force him to become her sissy, without all the humiliation, she thought to herself. They should be able to edit out the growl later on. After letting it run for half an hour, Diane switched off the CD and got up. Her work was done. Now for the pleasure part. She put away her photo camera, digital camera in her backpack and reinserted the Mozart CD in the Walkman. Then she spent the rest of the day hiking in the mountains. Without Greg with her, she could cover much greater distance in the day. She had been to Devil's Point several times, but each time she was captivated anew by its natural beauty. Before she knew it, it was 4 o'clock. She looked at her watch. It will take her two hours to get back. Greg spent the whole day outside the tent. He did not know why Diane had told him to stay out of the tent (She wanted to film him wearing her bra and panties) but by now, he had enough respect for her not to question her orders. If she told him to stay out of the tent, she must have a very good reason. After finishing the washing, he put the clothes on the clothesline to dry. He also had a short nap. He spent the rest of the time just lazing about and listening to Mozart. His arms were still a little sore, but his sprained ankle was giving him more trouble. When he heard the bear growl, he was really scared. He wished Diane had been there to protect him. However, he had followed her directions and put on her bra. That did help in that the bear did not come into the clearing, but apparently went away. Diane really knows the outdoors, he thought. When it was four o'clock, he eagerly awaited Diane's arrival. He was also getting hungry. However, when she had not shown up by 4.30, he started getting apprehensive. He could not think what could have happened to her. The thought was too horrible to contemplate. By 5 o'clock he was in the panic mode. He wondered what he would do if anything had happened to her. There was no question of his going to look for her. For one thing, he lacked the outdoors experience. He had sprained his ankle. Besides, where would one look in such a big wilderness? Surely Helen would not expect him to go look for Diane. But what would he do without her? What if the bear visited the campsite at night? Helen was not scheduled to come to pick them up for three more days. Why, oh why did he agree with Diane to leave their cellular phones in her car at Hemlock Bluff? He could have called somebody now. The thought of spending next three days on his own in the wilderness was the ultimate terror for him. It was 5.30. Should he open the food container without Diane? Dare he open the food container? What if the bear is attracted by the smell of the food. But he must eat. His mind was a jumble of thoughts. When it gets dark, he will have to worry about all kinds of creatures, including the coral snakes and the bear. He could feel the panic building up. He felt tears of panic welling up inside him. Then he realized that there was nobody to see him (he wished there was somebody) and he gave vent to his tears. When Diane returned it was past 6.00 o'clock. Before returning to the camp, she visited the hideout and looked the campsite over. Greg was a basket case by now. She could hear his loud sobs. She gave a smile of satisfaction. The poor sap probably has never cried in his adulthood before this she thought. Well, do him good. He was not done crying yet today. She decided to take some more pictures and footage. There was Greg, wearing her dirty bra and panties and crying his heart out. The sight was too precious. After taking the footage, she came to the campsite. Greg leapt with joy when he saw her. He ran up to her and gave her a hug. Diane had been walking all day. Her hair was a mess. Her face was flushed, she felt hot all over. She was covered with dirt and she was soaking wet with sweat. She also reeked of sweat. However, never had Greg been so glad to see a human being. To him, she was the most beautiful sight in the world. She pulled him close to her and held him in her arms. "Diane, am I glad you are back. I was so scared." He continued sobbing in her breasts. The smell of sweat was stronger in her cleavage, but he did not care. At that moment, he was the happiest man in the world. "It's all right, sweetie. Mommy is home." "What kept you?" "Later. First I am thirsty and I need a bath. Now that I am here, why don't you take down the food and get started with dinner. I will go for a swim in a minute." She sat down in the lawn chair. As she sat down, Greg sat down on the ground besides her feet. He removed her hiking shoes and her socks. He took her tired foot in his hand and kissed it softly. Her feet were confined for a long time in the hot weather and he could smell the strong, sour stink of her foot odor. He took two of her toes in his mouth and started licking. He could taste the sweat and the dirt. "Oh, that feels good, baby. Keep doing it. Lick my feet clean." Slowly he licked all her toes clean. He licked between her toes. Then he started on her feet. Over the next ten to fifteen minutes he cleaned both her feet with his tongue. He was so grateful to her for coming back safe and sound. "That was great, sweetie. Thanks. Now why don't you get dinner started while I go for a leisurely swim." She went to the lake, stripped and jumped into the lake. To hell with iodine. She was thirsty. She scooped up water in her two hands and drank deeply. She did that several times. After a leisurely, refreshing swim, she came ashore and started drying herself. Greg was busy with dinner. She got dressed, filled her coffee mug with lake water (this time adding the iodine drops) and sat down in a lawn chair, facing Greg, sipping her water from time to time. Greg sat down besides her waiting for dinner to cook. "Now, do you want to tell me why you were late?" "Later Greg. After walking all day, it just feels good to sit and relax. Let us just chat. So, was the bear here?" "Yes, he was. But I did not panic. I put on your bra, just as you told me to. Eventually he went away." Greg told her proudly. Now that Diane was there, he had put on skirt and blouse over his panties and bra. "Good boy. We will make an outdoorsman out of you yet." she said, ruffling his hair. As she took a sip of her water she said "You know, Greg, this cold water is all well and good, but after a long, tiring hike, nothing beats cold beer. Are you a J.R.R. Tolkien fan?" "Not really. I did see all the 'Lord of the Rings' movies, but didn't particularly care for any of them." "Well, I am. In one of his books he says" She started to sing softly. "Water cold we may pour in need Down the thirsty throat and be glad indeed. But beer is better if drink we lack And water hot poured down our back. Well, refreshing as cold water is, I could use both hot water and cold beer right now." "Well since neither is available, how about some dinner?" Greg asked, handing her a plate of hot food. Now that Diane was back, Greg was on the top of the world. During dinner, Diane told him what happened. She took the same trail as she did the previous year. However, at one point, somehow several feet deep mud was formed on the trail. She did not want to risk getting trapped in the mud so she had to find another path. That had delayed her for two hours (in reality, of course, her delay was intentional, the purpose being to drive Greg into panic). After dinner they sat talking over coffee for a long time. By the time they put away the food and got ready for bed, it was getting dark. Diane said "Let us just sit here in the dark and admire the stars for a while. Greg, would you please get the flashlight from the tent while there still light enough to see? You will see a container besides the air mattress on my side. Lift the lid, take out the flashlight and bring it over. That way we can go back to the tent after the dark." As Greg started walking toward the tent, Diane got up. Time to get to work. She stretched to get the kinks out of her muscles. Just then she heard a sharp, piercing scream from the tent. Shit, did the snake bite him? She wondered. She had asked a doctor friend of hers about the bite of the scarlet king snake. After reading all the information Diane had given her from Internet, she assured her there was nothing to worry about. She handed her a course of general purpose antibiotics. "If he does get bitten, wash the wound with antiseptic solution, just to prevent any infection. Then start him on a course of antibiotics. This is to prevent any infection from the germs in snake's saliva. When you return from vacation, bring him to me and I will give him a check up. He will be fine." So it wasn't a big deal if the scarlet king snake bites him. All the same, it will be a nuisance. She started walking towards the tent. When Greg entered the tent, it was almost dark. However, there was still enough daylight permeating through the tent walls so he could barely see. The lid of the box was half open. He squatted down and picked up the lid of the container with one hand. He dipped the other hand into the container to pick up the flashlight. Instead, he picked up the snake. It took a couple of seconds for him to register the cold, soft feel of the snake's body. He saw the multicolored body before he felt it. With a sharp, loud scream he dropped the snake. The lid of the container went flying from his other hand. The snake hissed at him and he started wetting his diaper. The snake retreated into the darkest corner of the tent and lay there still and quiet. By now it was almost dark. Greg was too scared to go out. He did not have the flashlight and he knew that soon the outside will be pitch black. However, he was sharing the tent with a dangerous, poisonous coral snake (so he thought). He was in a total state of panic, not knowing whether to go outside and get Diane or to take his chances with the coral snake within the tent. With a loud noise, he messed his diaper. As Diane entered the tent, she saw Greg crouching in a corner, cowering with terror. "What happened, Greg?" she asked even though she knew the answer. Greg pointed to the corner where the snake was lying. "S-s-s-s-" he could not finish the word. "The coral snake again? In that corner?" Greg nodded and continued sobbing. Diane glanced at the corner. She could barely make out the indistinct outline of the snake on the floor. She looked at Greg. She could smell his diaper. She could also hear him sobbing loudly. Well, let him bawl, she thought. She will take care of him later. Snakes can't hear anyway, so his sobbing wouldn't make any difference. She produced three flashlights from the tent and turned them on. They had rehearsed this part before and she knew that the three flashlights, strategically placed, would flood the tent with light. Now there were no dark corners in the tent. The snake started to move and Greg's sobbing became louder. Diane picked up the sack she had placed in the tent in the morning, opened it and held it invitingly before the snake. Snakes prefer dark places. The dark cavity of the sack looked much more friendly than all that light and the snake gratefully entered the sack. Diane held the mouth of the sack closed, went a few feet outside the tent and let the snake loose. Nearby she had put out a couple of sausages for him. "You have done well, big fellow." She said "Now have your dinner and be on your way." She had no further use for him. Now to take care of the diaper boy in the tent. As she entered the tent, her nose was assaulted by the smell of Greg's diaper. Greg's sobbing had subsided by now. However, he was still sniffling. "Well, Greg, you have really done it this time. You better to the lake and wash up." Greg literally touched and kissed her feet. "Diane, please, please don't make me go to the lake. I am scared out of my wits." There was none of the old macho bravado left. He did not mind being totally vulnerable to her now. "Well, how are you going to clean yourself up then?" Shamefacedly he said "I, I was hoping, er, you, would you mind terribly?" "Yes, I would. But it seems I have no alternative. You are too much of a scaredy cat, too much of a wimp to go to the lake and I won't be able to sleep with all that stench around." She was tired and really wanted to go to sleep. But all this drama was necessary for her ultimate objective. Oh, well, a woman's work is never done, she thought. Plus she also wanted some sexual release and she meant to get some after she had cleaned up the sissy (by now she felt certain that she could consider him as her sissy). She removed his skirt and blouse, panties and bra. Now he was clad only in diapers. As she lay him down on a sheet, he closed his eyes tightly against the bright light. She opened up his diaper, revealing the mess within. "Here, let me put something on your eyes so the light won't bother you." She folded his panties and put them over his eyes. Now he became totally oblivious to what was going on in the tent. Again it was time to take some pictures. The contrast of white diapers with against his yellow mess was quite striking. She started the video camera before changing his diaper and thus caught the whole diaper change sequence on video. The act of changing an adult messy diaper is quite odious. However, if a woman can get a man to mess his diaper and then has the fortitude to clean him, she is permanently in a superior position compared to him. There is something so humiliating in that act that he never can regard himself as her equal from that moment on. She did not really expect him to mess his diapers. Although she hated every minute she spent in cleaning him, she knew that it was a welcome bonus. The process of his sissification was probably complete. Soon she had cleaned him thoroughly. She put his diapers, wipes and all the waste in a large plastic bag and held it out to him. "Here, go outside and throw it away." Greg just lay on his back and started to whimper. "Really, Greg, you are pathetic." She went outside, threw it well away from the tent and came back. Tomorrow it will have to be buried. However, she will get the sissy to do it. When she came back, she saw that Greg has stopped sniffling. However, he still looked scared. "Come on, baby, let us get into bed." She switched off the flashlight and lay down in the dark. She took him in her arms. "Are you still scared?" "Yes, Diane. I still keep seeing that snake hissing in my face." he said, laying down his head on her breasts. "Would you like to nurse, honey, like the other day? That will calm you down." "Yes, please, Diane. Could I?" "Sure, but not at my breasts. I have another place you could nurse. Lie down on your back." He lay on his back. It was pitch black in the tent now. Diane squatted down on top of him and he could feel her thighs rest on his chest. Her pussy came into contact with his lips. As he opened his mouth, Diane said "Start nursing, dear." He could feel her pubic hair tickle his lips. He again wondered how strong the smell of her pussy was, even though she had just recently taken a bath. As he started licking her pussy, he could hear her moaning. Her pussy had a metallic and foul taste to it, unlike the last time and he wondered about that. He had never licked a woman's pussy before Diane and so had no idea what a pussy normally tasted like. Diane had started menstruating that afternoon. It was a nuisance, as she thought the taste of her menstrual fluids may be too much for him. However, it was dark and he did not know what was happening. She also counted on his inexperience in such matters. He was scared out of his wits and was thoroughly docile. Maybe she could get away with it. He would have do it sometime, anyway, he might as well start now, she thought. Soon Greg could feel her tense up and knew she was close to orgasm. He redoubled his efforts. Soon Diane gave a prolonged moan and climaxed in his mouth. He could feel her thin, frothy discharge on his tongue, along with the other metallic taste. However, this time it was totally foul tasting. It was a total contrast from the last time. He wondered if she was developing an infection. Maybe he should tell her. She may not be aware of it. As he licked her clean, he could hear her moaning again. His ministrations were making her horny again. This time it took a bit longer, but eventually she achieved a second climax. Again the foul smelling and foul tasting discharge filled his mouth and he had to gulp it down to avoid getting his face dirty. He cleaned her pussy thoroughly, taking her pussy hair in his mouth little by little and rinsing it with his saliva. Diane still sat on his chest spent and panting. As he was finished cleaning her pussy he could again feel a few drops of her metallic, foul tasting discharge enter his mouth. What is going on? he wondered. As he started licking her gaping hole again, he heard her say "That is enough, sweetie. You did well. you can stop now." "Nursing did you good, Greg. You are much calmer now." She was right. His sniffling was a thing of the past and he did not feel as scared any more. However, his mouth tasted absolutely foul. "Diane, I think you are developing an infection down here. The taste is different today." Came his muffled voice. He did not want to tell her it tasted foul and thereby offend her. "Could I please have something to drink?" She decided to tell him the truth. "Honey, I am not developing an infection. My monthly period started today. What you tasted was my menstrual fluids mixed with blood." My god, now I must get the taste out of my mouth, he thought. How gross. While he thought the act was gross and felt ashamed of himself for performing it (it did calm him down nicely, though), he did not blame Diane for it. He was mentally incapable of that by now. "Can I please have something to drink, Diane?" "What is there to drink in the tent, Greg? Do you want to go to the lake and get a drink?" He started shivering with fear. "I am scared. Couldn't you go and get a drink of water for me?" "Well, the coral snake is probably still prowling about. I don't want to tackle him in the dark. It is very easy to step on one in the dark. If you step on a snake, he will almost certainly bite." "Rattlesnake is the most common snake in North America and most of the rattlesnake bites are due to people stepping on one or picking one up (here poor Greg shuddered and almost wet his diaper again) in the dark. I don't want to chance it. If you remember, I have been out twice already, once to release the snake and once to throw away your dirty diaper." "My mouth tastes absolutely foul. What am I going to do?" came the muffled voice again. "Honey, I know how you feel. But there is nothing to drink. Wait a minute, there is too." she said as he felt her weight shift and his lips were in contact with her pussy again. Oh my god, she is not really going to do that, is she? Thought Greg. He opened his mouth to protest. However, as he opened his mouth, her warm piss started landing on his tongue in a thin trickle. "Now, Greg. My bladder is full. Once I start, it will be difficult for me to stop until it's all gone. Just try to swallow it with your mouth open. I will pee as slowly as I can." To his surprise, Greg did not find it too bad. It did have slightly metallic taste to it because of her menstrual fluids, but this time she was not dehydrated. Her piss was plentiful and did not taste that much different from water, not too salty and not at all acrid to taste. In addition, she had taken artificial sweetener in her after dinner coffee and hence, her urine was slightly sweet (artificial sweetener is not processed by the body, but passes through the urine unprocessed, thereby making the urine sweet tasting). After a while she was finished. He licked her clean. He had a couple of loose pubic hair in his mouth, which he swallowed. To his surprise, he found himself saying "Thank you, Diane." The bad taste in his mouth was gone. "You are welcome, sweetie. Get used to it." She put on her tampon in the light of the flashlight. They both were very tired by now. She took him in her arms kissed him on the forehead and started patting him lightly on the head. Soon both fell asleep.