Part III
The next morning I awoke to the voice of one of the black women saying "GET UP
BITCHES, ITS TIME TO GET YOU READY FOR THE MEETING." I opened my eyes to see
that both of the large black women were in the bathroom wearing yellow rain
coats and rubber boots. They untied us and commanded we stand up in the bathtub.
My mouth felt like cotton from having that panty-ball in it all night and I
could feel the crusts of dried sperm around the edges of my lips. The woman
hooked up a spray gun to the shower head and immediately began hosing us down
with cold water, which woke us up immediately. I could hardly feel my banana
shaped bobbles as they were totally numb from having those horrible clamps on
them all night. I supported the balls of my breast clamps with my hands and
luckily the women didn't stop me. Then they had us kneel and bend over the edge
of the bath tub while they hooked two enema bags to the shower rod and said "The
Mistress wants you two white bitches cleaned inside and out. They hung the balls
from my breast clamps over the edge of the bathtub so my breasts (opps, I mean
my banana shaped bobbles) would stretch and hang freely over the tub. They
proceeded to insert the enema tubes into our poop holes and filled us with cold
water. I immediately started getting a stomachache and began to moan through my
gag. Ann must have been hurting too because she was also moaning. Once the bags
were empty, they pulled out the tubes and commanded that we not move or spill a
drop. We just kneeled there moaning and clenching our poop holes as tight as we
could. Meanwhile, the women brought in some toiletries, powder, and makeup,
towels and clothing. Then they sat me on the toilet and allowed me to relieve
myself as they watched and pulled on my tit balls. I was so ashamed having to
poop in front of these women but the pain was so unbearable I couldn't wait to
go. My poop started with a stream of water and the women started to laugh when
they heard it. Occasionally, I would let out some gas and they would laugh even
harder. I didn't care, it felt good to poop out all the disgusting sperm the
filthy black man had put in me the night before. When I was finished they
finally removed my breast clamps and I saw stars as the blood rushed back into
my nipply-poos. As I looked down I saw my poor nipply-poos were all stretched
and mis-shaped I started to cry as I rubbed them. Then one of the women pulled
me by my hair and led me back into the bathtub. She sat me down and said,
"SPREAD EM BITCH." She spread my legs wide and proceeded to douche my vagina.
When she was finished I just cryed and rubbing my banana shaped bobbles as Ann
was taken to the toilet to relieve herself.
Once Ann was in the bath tub with me, they removed those disgusting panty-balls
from our mouths and hosed us down again. This time they threw in a bar of soap
and commanded that we clean each other as they were hosing us. Once we were
clean they commanded that we get ourselves pretty and put on the clothes they
had brought. Then they left and Ann and I were alone to cry to each other about
our predicament. We both agreed that we couldn't bear to think of what they had
in store for us today. Ann said she would rather be dead than to lick shit off a
filthy black cock again. I told her that I couldn't take another second of
torture to my breasts and had reached my limits also. We also noticed that the
bathroom window was left open, but were afraid to try and escape, as it might be
a trap. We did as we were told, but no matter how much I gargled with mouthwash
I couldn't get that salty-yeasty aftertaste out of my mouth from those
panty-balls. After putting on our make-up and doing our hair we noticed that the
only clothes were two pair of pink crotches and bottomless pantyhose. We put
them on as we were told and then pondered our fate. We discussed running and Ann
felt that even if the open window was a trap they couldn't do anything worse
than what they had planned anyway. I agreed, and felt very close to Ann although
I did resent her a bit for laughing at me the night before, but didn't say
anything about it. We took two towels from the bathroom and wrapped them around
out bodes, then we proceeded to sneak out of the window.
Once outside, we walked around the path on the outer rim of the hotel. There was
a large fence and the highway ran on the other side so all the driver could see
us. But we were pretty well covered with the towels. The only problem is the
path was covered with fallen holly leaves which made out stockinged feeties feel
like pin cushions. We finally made it to the front office and upon entering
found a young, greasy looking boy (about eighteen years old) at the front desk.
At first he was startled to see us in nothing but bath towels and pink hose. He
stared at us intently with a smile on his face then I said, "please call the
police, we were just raped and kidnapped by three crazy women and they could be
looking for us right now" He picked up the phone and made a call to 911 then he
said, "let me get you somewhere safe."
The boy lead us to the pool and banquet area where he said they wouldn't think
of looking for us. We followed him as he opened one of the banquet doors saying,
"quickly in here." As soon as we walked into the room the boy pulled our towels
and ripped them away from our bodies leaving us in nothing but our hose. Before
I realized what was happening I noticed the room was full of at least fifty
people who were all glaring at us and began clapping. Ann and I tried to cover
our nakedness with our hands as the boy locked the door behind us. In all this
confusion I could see a stage area with a big banner hanging over it, which read
WECOME TO THE 1987 BDSM SOCEITY MEETING. Looking around I saw that most of the
crowd was a mix of men and women, and that many of the women were naked and
wearing leashes. Then I saw the Mistress walk through the crowd (which was
gathering around us) saying, "ladies and gentlemen, the main attraction is
here."
