Michelle And The Stewardess

Part IV (final)

Soon two men grabbed and held Ann and me in place as a strange woman attached a collar around each of our necks and pulled us onto the stage for everyone to see. Then the Mistress approached us with a red-hot poker and waved it in front of our wet willows, saying, “I knew you two stupid whores would try to sneak out that open window, the question is which one of you had the idea and balls to do it?” At this point I was scared to death and immediately spoke and said, “it was Sludge Hole Mistress, she forced me to do it!” Ann looked at me in horror and surprise, but it was her idea and she shouldn't have laughed at 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 towards me but the woman held her collar firm. Then the Mistress put the poker back into a barbecue of hot coals, patted me on the head and said, “Good work shit hole, I knew you'd sell her out.” Now you can watch and see what we do to slaves that try to escape.” The Mistress was being very nice and gentle with me; she even had a chair brought up for me to sit down. Soon Ann's collar was tied to a rafter and her arms were tied above her head, until her stocking feeties were on their tippy toes. What I now know to be a bit gag was secured in her mouth and a device was put across her chest that had two flat pieces of wood with screws at each end. Ann writhed in pain as the screws were tightened and her bobbles were squeezed and flattened. Then they took those horrid breast clamps with the weighted balls that I was forced to endure and attached them to Ann's nipply-poos. Ann's eyes were wide open as muffled screams of pain came out of her mouth. Then the Mistress announced, “This is what we do to trouble makers around there,” and the audience clapped.

The Mistress approached me and handed me a paddle, saying, “Michelle, come here and help me teach sludge hole a lesson for forcing you to escape.” I couldn't believe she called me by my real name, so I got up and proceeded to paddle Ann's bottom. The audience was clapping for me and I felt just like one of the group. I was so happy that I spoke up and didn't have those horrible things done to me. I was especially happy those horrid tit balls weren't clamped to my poor aching breasts (oops, I mean banana shaped bobbles). I paddled Ann good, 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 longer be tortured. The Mistress then motioned me to come to her and I did. She took me in her arms and gave me a gentle hug. Then she stood behind me and gently pulled back my hair and tied it into a ponytail. With her arms on my shoulders she said to the audience, “now lets show Michelle what we do to little tattle tale whores around here.” No sooner did she say this that she grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head back so hard that I almost fell. Still holding my head back, she grabbed my left breast and started pinching my nipple. I was horrified that this was happening and heard the Mistress say, “did you thing you would get away with being such a little snitch, we hate snitches even more than trouble makers.” To which I said, “please Mistress, don't torture me, my poor breasts can't take anymore.” Then she swung me away from her and said, “What did you call those tits?” At first I was confused, then realizing my mistake immediately said, “banana shaped bobbles, I meant banana shaped bobbles.” “Say it again stupid,” the Mistress said. To which I replied, “p-please Mistress my banana shaped bobbled can't take anymore torture.” The audience started to laugh as I 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 front of the stage, such that I was slightly bent over and my breasts (opps, I mean banana shaped bobbles) were hanging. Then she had me watch as she removed the devices from Ann and took her back stage; leaving me bent over staring at the audience that was looking at me like I was an attraction at the zoo. The Mistress returned and from behind me stuffed what I now know to be an oversized ball gag in my mouth and tied it tightly behind my head. My poor jaw started hurting almost as soon as she put it in. Afterwards she came in front of me and spiraled an unraveled coat hanger around each of my banana shaped bobbles, causing me tremendous pain, as they were so sore from the night before. My banana shaped bobbles were now tightly spiraled in the wire so they looked like two cones sticking straight in front of me, with the hooks from the hangers hanging out in front of each of my nippley-poos. Next someone handed the mistress two bunches of bananas to which she said, “Since your tits look like bananas, I thought they might like some company.” The audience started laughing again as the Mistress hung 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 under the big ball in my mouth, as the weight from the bananas viciously pulled the skin on my chest towards to floor. Then a women in a nurses costume came up and proceeded to put an enema tube in my poopie hole. They hung a bottle connected to the tube in front of me and proceeded to fill it with cold milk. At first I could feel the cold liquid filling me like any normal enema, but after a few 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 poopie hole and the Mistress whispered in my ear, “Your not to spill a drop, or what your going through right now will seem like a cake walk. Understand?” I mouthed, “yes Mistress” from under my gag as I looked at her for mercy.

I was left holding my enema for about fifteen minutes, whaling in pain, while the audience went back to mingling and having cocktails. Then the lights began to flicker, at which point the audience once again turned their attention to the stage. I could hear someone come up behind me, but didn't know who it was and was. I tried looking, but my arms and collar kept me from turning my body enough to see. Then, without warning, I felt an enormously forceful smack on my behind, WHACK! I instinctively jerked my bottom forward, almost loosing my enema but clenched my poopie hold tight to keep it in. Before I could recover there was another smack on my bottom from a large wooden paddle, WHACK! “MMMMOOOOOFFFF” was all I could mouth under my ball gag from the pain. This continued until I was utterly in tears, while the audience clapped after each brutal smack of my poor bottom. Then I heard the paddle drop to the floor, I was weeping terribly when I noticed a pair of high black stilettos standing in front of me. As I looked up, I saw black thigh-highs and leather corset. Looking higher, I saw that the woman wearing this outfit, and who spanked the living daylights out of me was Ann. Then the Mistress walked up along side of Ann and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Well, well shit hole, I bet you didn't know Ann has been one of my professional slaves for quite some time now. When we saw you in the airport, 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 decided to teach you a good lesson with the added convenience of having you as entertainment for our little convention.” She proceeded, “And I think your learning your lesson 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. Now that I've taught you a lesson, it's Ann's turn. She especially wants to thank you for spanking her before.” I tried mouthing, “please, no” under my ball gag 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 hang in front of my neck by its strap. She started stroking my hair, saying, “Poor little shit hole, I bet your sorry looking tits are killing you aren't they?.” “y-yes,” I replied. 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 those poor little titties of yours.” Then Ann pulled a banana from the bunch hanging from my left banana shaped bobble. I opened my mouth as she fed it to me. By the time she got to the second banana I my banana shaped bobble was already feeling relieve, but my belly was starting to moan. Ann was feeding each new banana to me faster and faster. By the last banana on my left banana shaped bobble she was shoving them in and smearing what I couldn't get down around my mouth. She became even more merciless with the bananas from my right banana shaped bobble , but I couldn't wait to eat them just to relieve my poor stretched banana shaped bobble. As I was eating the second to last banana I started getting horrible gas pains and my belly was moaning loudly. Between the milk enema and 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,” Ann said. Ann shoved the last two bananas in my mouth, almost at once, and I died in pain as I tried to get them down. At this point I felt very nauseous and was wiggling my bottom to clench my poopie hole as tight as I could; all I wanted was relieve. “What's the matter whore, do you have to go to the bathroom?” Ann asked. “yes, please, please, I can't hold it any longer.,” I replied. Then Ann untied me and led me to the center of the stage where I was instructed to sit on a bucket and go to the bathroom. At this point I didn't care that everyone was looking at me, I had gotten use to being seen naked and humiliated and just wanted to relieve my poor belly. So I sat on top of the bucket while everyone watched, and relieved myself inside of it. Mostly I was pooping the liquid milk that was put inside of me, but I occasionally would pass a little piece of poop followed the sound of passing a large amount of gas. Each time this happened the audience would laugh and taunt me. Finally, after about five minutes, my belly was starting to feel a little better and the cramps were almost gone Then Ann had me get up from the bucket and walked me over to a small, round, plastic basin that was in the middle of the stage. She instructed me to kneel in the basin and she took two of the banana peels that were lying on the floor from when she was feeding me. Ann placed the connected end of the banana peel over my nipply poos, such that the rest of the peel was covering my banana shaped bobbles as if they were real bananas. Then Ann said, “Hold one 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 around me. I looked up to notice they were all masturbating themselves. It didn't take much to realize that they were going to cum all over me. After a short time one began to cum, then another and so on. Some just aimed at my banana peels, pussy, feet or ass. Others put their penis right up against my face and hair. Just when I thought it was over, another ten men came up and did the same thing. This continued a third time until I was thoroughly drenched in their sticky, smelly cum. Since my hands were holding the bananas peels over my banana shaped bobbles, I couldn't wipe my eyes and was having a hard time opening them without the sting of cum getting inside. Then Ann carried over the bucket I pooped in and said, “shit hole, shit hole, look what you've done, you've gone and made a mess of yourself. We'll just have to clean you up.” Before I realized what she was up to Ann took the bucket and poured its contents over my head and all over my body, until it settled at the bottom of the basin in which I was kneeling. The audience wend wild and cheered madely while I was kneeling in a tub full of. Milk poop and cum, still diligently holding 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 up a small solid piece of milk-poop from the basin and rolled it into a ball saying, “Your punishment is over shit hole. But you're to spend the rest of the evening as you are in this tub until I tell you to get out. I hope you learned your lesson whore.” “Yes Mistress, I did, I learned my lesson good. Umfhh” I replied. Before I finished the Mistress placed the ball of milk poop in my mouth. “It stays there all night whore, don't let me see it out of your mouth.” She cleaned her hands using my hair as a towel and left. I was horrified by what was in my mouth and wanted to barf. Theball of milk poop was small enough so I could hold it in place with my teeth and only have to taste it when I closed my mouth a little to swallow.

I spent the rest of the evening sitting in this basin of sperm and milk poop as they all partied around me. Many of the guests made a point of walking up to 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 group made a sick little game of eating cherries and spitting the pits at me to make them stick between my banana shaped bobbles and the crack of my bottom. Ann only came up to me once more before the evening ended. She reached in to my basin and pulled out a browning banana peel, draping it over my head, saying, “Here's your crown my queen; he, he, he.” But I remained a good whore, sitting in my tub of milk poop, trash and sperm while holding those stupid banana peels over my banana shaped bobbles and intensely trying to keep the poop between my teeth from touching my mouth.

When the party was over the Mistress came up to me and seeing that I was still balancing the poop between my teeth, took her hand and quickly smudged it into my mouth. “Ewwwww!.” I started gagging and spitting it out while wiping my lips. Then the Mistress said, “sorry bitch, I just couldn't resist.” I couldn't believe she pushed it into my mouth after I spent the whole night trying to keep my tongue away from it. Then she took me out of the basin and ran me under the pool showers to clean me up. She gave me a little hotel bottle of shampoo and 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 mean wet willow) and no undergarments, and said, “You can go home now bitch, but you'll have to wear this on the flight back.. Oh, just one more thing.” She walked over to the basin and picked up the disgusting sperm and poop soaked banana peel and placed it back on my head. “You have to wear this on the flight home also whore. And don't think you can take it off, I have a lot of friends on 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 could do was say, “yes Mistress” and be happy I was going home and away from all this. Finally, she walked me over to a table and had me sign a paper stating that I was a willing participant in what took place and gave my authorization to sell the video of my ordeal.

I spent the rest of the day dealing with my final humiliation by going through the airport and sitting on the plane with that short dress and that stupid banana peel on my head. Everybody was staring at me as if I was crazy. When I sat on the plane I was pulling the dress closed between my legs so no one could see but knew there was nothing I could do about the banana peel. I felt that each stewardess was looking at me just to see if I would take it off so I could be tortured. At one point an old woman walked up to me and looking puzzled she said, “Excuse me honey, do you know you have a banana peel on your head?” All I could do was make a stupid smile and say, “Yes I know.” I felt like such a retard!