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Part IV (final)
Soon two men grabbed and held Ann and me in place as a strange woman attacheda collar around each of our necks and pulled us onto the stage for everyoneto see. Then the Mistress approached us with a red-hot poker and waved it infront of our wet willows, saying, ?I knew you two stupid whores would try tosneak out that open window, the question is which one of you had the idea andballs to do it?? At this point I was scared to death and immediately spokeand said, ?it was Sludge Hole Mistress, she forced me to do it!? Ann lookedat me in horror and surprise, but it was her idea and she shouldn't have laughedat me the night before anyway. Ann immediately started to curse, ?you bitch,I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do.? She tried to run towardsme but the woman held her collar firm. Then the Mistress put the poker backinto a barbecue of hot coals, patted me on the head and said, ?Good work shithole, I knew you'd sell her out.? Now you can watch and see what we do to slavesthat try to escape.? The Mistress was being very nice and gentle with me; sheeven had a chair brought up for me to sit down. Soon Ann's collar was tiedto a rafter and her arms were tied above her head, until her stocking feetieswere on their tippy toes. What I now know to be a bit gag was secured in hermouth and a device was put across her chest that had two flat pieces of woodwith screws at each end. Ann writhed in pain as the screws were tightened andher bobbles were squeezed and flattened. Then they took those horrid breastclamps with the weighted balls that I was forced to endure and attached themto Ann's nipply-poos. Ann's eyes were wide open as muffled screams of paincame out of her mouth. Then the Mistress announced, ?This is what we do totrouble makers around there,? and the audience clapped.
The Mistress approached me and handed me a paddle, saying, ?Michelle, comehere and help me teach sludge hole a lesson for forcing you to escape.? I couldn'tbelieve she called me by my real name, so I got up and proceeded to paddleAnn's bottom. The audience was clapping for me and I felt just like one ofthe group. I was so happy that I spoke up and didn't have those horrible thingsdone to me. I was especially happy those horrid tit balls weren't clamped tomy poor aching breasts (oops, I mean banana shaped bobbles). I paddled Anngood, really getting into the action and starting to get wet by the experience.I was so glad I spoke up and was now part of the group and would no longerbe tortured. The Mistress then motioned me to come to her and I did. She tookme in her arms and gave me a gentle hug. Then she stood behind me and gentlypulled back my hair and tied it into a ponytail. With her arms on my shouldersshe said to the audience, ?now lets show Michelle what we do to little tattletale whores around here.? No sooner did she say this that she grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back so hard that I almost fell. Still holding my headback, she grabbed my left breast and started pinching my nipple. I was horrifiedthat this was happening and heard the Mistress say, ?did you thing you wouldget away with being such a little snitch, we hate snitches even more than troublemakers.? To which I said, ?please Mistress, don't torture me, my poor breastscan't take anymore.? Then she swung me away from her and said, ?What did youcall those tits?? At first I was confused, then realizing my mistake immediatelysaid, ?banana shaped bobbles, I meant banana shaped bobbles.? ?Say it againstupid,? the Mistress said. To which I replied, ?p-please Mistress my bananashaped bobbled can't take anymore torture.? The audience started to laugh asI stood expose to all of them naked and scared to death.
The Mistress then took my arms and tied them to a railing across the frontof the stage, such that I was slightly bent over and my breasts (opps, I meanbanana shaped bobbles) were hanging. Then she had me watch as she removed thedevices from Ann and took her back stage; leaving me bent over staring at theaudience that was looking at me like I was an attraction at the zoo. The Mistressreturned and from behind me stuffed what I now know to be an oversized ballgag in my mouth and tied it tightly behind my head. My poor jaw started hurtingalmost as soon as she put it in. Afterwards she came in front of me and spiraledan unraveled coat hanger around each of my banana shaped bobbles, causing metremendous pain, as they were so sore from the night before. My banana shapedbobbles were now tightly spiraled in the wire so they looked like two conessticking straight in front of me, with the hooks from the hangers hanging outin front of each of my nippley-poos. Next someone handed the mistress two bunchesof bananas to which she said, ?Since your tits look like bananas, I thoughtthey might like some company.? The audience started laughing again as the Mistresshung each bunch of bananas on the hooks of each of my banana shaped bobbles,after which they started to cheer. All I could do was scream in agony underthe big ball in my mouth, as the weight from the bananas viciously pulled theskin on my chest towards to floor. Then a women in a nurses costume came upand proceeded to put an enema tube in my poopie hole. They hung a bottle connectedto the tube in front of me and proceeded to fill it with cold milk. At firstI could feel the cold liquid filling me like any normal enema, but after afew minutes it started to make me cramp and I was getting enormous gas pains.I could only moan under my ball gag and pray this would be the end of my punishment.After the enema bottle was empty the nurse took the enema tube out of my poopiehole and the Mistress whispered in my ear, ?Your not to spill a drop, or whatyour going through right now will seem like a cake walk. Understand?? I mouthed, ?yesMistress? from under my gag as I looked at her for mercy.
I was left holding my enema for about fifteen minutes, whaling in pain, whilethe audience went back to mingling and having cocktails. Then the lights beganto flicker, at which point the audience once again turned their attention tothe stage. I could hear someone come up behind me, but didn't know who it wasand was. I tried looking, but my arms and collar kept me from turning my bodyenough to see. Then, without warning, I felt an enormously forceful smack onmy behind, WHACK! I instinctively jerked my bottom forward, almost loosingmy enema but clenched my poopie hold tight to keep it in. Before I could recoverthere was another smack on my bottom from a large wooden paddle, WHACK! ?MMMMOOOOOFFFF? wasall I could mouth under my ball gag from the pain. This continued until I wasutterly in tears, while the audience clapped after each brutal smack of mypoor bottom. Then I heard the paddle drop to the floor, I was weeping terriblywhen I noticed a pair of high black stilettos standing in front of me. As Ilooked up, I saw black thigh-highs and leather corset. Looking higher, I sawthat the woman wearing this outfit, and who spanked the living daylights outof me was Ann. Then the Mistress walked up along side of Ann and gave her akiss on the lips. ?Well, well shit hole, I bet you didn't know Ann has beenone of my professional slaves for quite some time now. When we saw you in theairport, we knew you'd be an easy mark, so I had Ann gain your confidence.You see, I don't like uppity whores who think who the hell they are. So I decidedto teach you a good lesson with the added convenience of having you as entertainmentfor our little convention.? She proceeded, ?And I think your learning yourlesson aren't you?? I motioned my head up and down mouthing, ?yes Mistress,yes I learned it good.? Then the Mistress said, ?But it's not over yet. Nowthat I've taught you a lesson, it's Ann's turn. She especially wants to thankyou for spanking her before.? I tried mouthing, ?please, no? under my ballgag as I started weeping again, but it fell on deaf ears.
Now Ann walked over and removed the ball gag from my mouth, having it hangin front of my neck by its strap. She started stroking my hair, saying, ?Poorlittle shit hole, I bet your sorry looking tits are killing you aren't they?.? ?y-yes,? Ireplied. Then Ann said, ?Then I guess we better take those bananas off of them.Now open wide, because your going to eat every one in order to relieve thosepoor little titties of yours.? Then Ann pulled a banana from the bunch hangingfrom my left banana shaped bobble. I opened my mouth as she fed it to me. Bythe time she got to the second banana I my banana shaped bobble was alreadyfeeling relieve, but my belly was starting to moan. Ann was feeding each newbanana to me faster and faster. By the last banana on my left banana shapedbobble she was shoving them in and smearing what I couldn't get down aroundmy mouth. She became even more merciless with the bananas from my right bananashaped bobble , but I couldn't wait to eat them just to relieve my poor stretchedbanana shaped bobble. As I was eating the second to last banana I started gettinghorrible gas pains and my belly was moaning loudly. Between the milk enemaand eating all those bananas I was cramped down in extreme pain. ?Come on whore,eat the last two, or I'll hang two bunches on each of those pathetic tits,? Annsaid. Ann shoved the last two bananas in my mouth, almost at once, and I diedin pain as I tried to get them down. At this point I felt very nauseous andwas wiggling my bottom to clench my poopie hole as tight as I could; all Iwanted was relieve. ?What's the matter whore, do you have to go to the bathroom?? Annasked. ?yes, please, please, I can't hold it any longer.,? I replied. ThenAnn untied me and led me to the center of the stage where I was instructedto sit on a bucket and go to the bathroom. At this point I didn't care thateveryone was looking at me, I had gotten use to being seen naked and humiliatedand just wanted to relieve my poor belly. So I sat on top of the bucket whileeveryone watched, and relieved myself inside of it. Mostly I was pooping theliquid milk that was put inside of me, but I occasionally would pass a littlepiece of poop followed the sound of passing a large amount of gas. Each timethis happened the audience would laugh and taunt me. Finally, after about fiveminutes, my belly was starting to feel a little better and the cramps werealmost gone Then Ann had me get up from the bucket and walked me over to asmall, round, plastic basin that was in the middle of the stage. She instructedme to kneel in the basin and she took two of the banana peels that were lyingon the floor from when she was feeding me. Ann placed the connected end ofthe banana peel over my nipply poos, such that the rest of the peel was coveringmy banana shaped bobbles as if they were real bananas. Then Ann said, ?Holdone peel over each tit with each hand and stay that way until you're told otherwise.?
Shortly after, about ten men came up from the audience and made a circle aroundme. I looked up to notice they were all masturbating themselves. It didn'ttake much to realize that they were going to cum all over me. After a shorttime one began to cum, then another and so on. Some just aimed at my bananapeels, pussy, feet or ass. Others put their penis right up against my faceand hair. Just when I thought it was over, another ten men came up and didthe same thing. This continued a third time until I was thoroughly drenchedin their sticky, smelly cum. Since my hands were holding the bananas peelsover my banana shaped bobbles, I couldn't wipe my eyes and was having a hardtime opening them without the sting of cum getting inside. Then Ann carriedover the bucket I pooped in and said, ?shit hole, shit hole, look what you'vedone, you've gone and made a mess of yourself. We'll just have to clean youup.? Before I realized what she was up to Ann took the bucket and poured itscontents over my head and all over my body, until it settled at the bottomof the basin in which I was kneeling. The audience wend wild and cheered madelywhile I was kneeling in a tub full of. Milk poop and cum, still diligentlyholding those stupid banana peels over my banana shaped bobbles.
When this was over, music started playing and the audience broke up into groups,mingling, and drinking cocktails. The Mistress walked over to me, picked upa small solid piece of milk-poop from the basin and rolled it into a ball saying, ?Yourpunishment is over shit hole. But you're to spend the rest of the evening asyou are in this tub until I tell you to get out. I hope you learned your lessonwhore.? ?Yes Mistress, I did, I learned my lesson good. Umfhh? I replied. BeforeI finished the Mistress placed the ball of milk poop in my mouth. ?It staysthere all night whore, don't let me see it out of your mouth.? She cleanedher hands using my hair as a towel and left. I was horrified by what was inmy mouth and wanted to barf. Theball of milk poop was small enough so I couldhold it in place with my teeth and only have to taste it when I closed my moutha little to swallow.
I spent the rest of the evening sitting in this basin of sperm and milk poopas they all partied around me. Many of the guests made a point of walking upto my tub and using it as a trash can. They would throw in their melon rinds,peach pits, and banana peels while laughing and calling me trash. One groupmade a sick little game of eating cherries and spitting the pits at me to makethem stick between my banana shaped bobbles and the crack of my bottom. Annonly came up to me once more before the evening ended. She reached in to mybasin and pulled out a browning banana peel, draping it over my head, saying, ?Here'syour crown my queen; he, he, he.? But I remained a good whore, sitting in mytub of milk poop, trash and sperm while holding those stupid banana peels overmy banana shaped bobbles and intensely trying to keep the poop between my teethfrom touching my mouth.
When the party was over the Mistress came up to me and seeing that I was stillbalancing the poop between my teeth, took her hand and quickly smudged it intomy mouth. ?Ewwwww!.? I started gagging and spitting it out while wiping mylips. Then the Mistress said, ?sorry bitch, I just couldn't resist.? I couldn'tbelieve she pushed it into my mouth after I spent the whole night trying tokeep my tongue away from it. Then she took me out of the basin and ran me underthe pool showers to clean me up. She gave me a little hotel bottle of shampooand conditioner and some hair spray and make-up and let me make myself decent.Then she gave me a polo mini dress that barely covered my vagina (oops, I meanwet willow) and no undergarments, and said, ?You can go home now bitch, butyou'll have to wear this on the flight back.. Oh, just one more thing.? Shewalked over to the basin and picked up the disgusting sperm and poop soakedbanana peel and placed it back on my head. ?You have to wear this on the flighthome also whore. And don't think you can take it off, I have a lot of friendson your flight and they'll be watching you. If you remove it, or change clothes,you'll get much worse than you did these last couple of days.? All I coulddo was say, ?yes Mistress? and be happy I was going home and away from allthis. Finally, she walked me over to a table and had me sign a paper statingthat I was a willing participant in what took place and gave my authorizationto sell the video of my ordeal.
I spent the rest of the day dealing with my final humiliation by going throughthe airport and sitting on the plane with that short dress and that stupidbanana peel on my head. Everybody was staring at me as if I was crazy. WhenI sat on the plane I was pulling the dress closed between my legs so no onecould see but knew there was nothing I could do about the banana peel. I feltthat each stewardess was looking at me just to see if I would take it off soI could be tortured. At one point an old woman walked up to me and lookingpuzzled she said, ?Excuse me honey, do you know you have a banana peel on yourhead?? All I could do was make a stupid smile and say, ?Yes I know.? I feltlike such a retard!
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