THE JOY OF BEING A HOLIDAY CAMP ENTERTAINER?
Part 3
I had been alone for what seemed hours when I heard some giggling
outside.
"Look the toy cupboard! it's bound to be in here" came a merry
voice.
"Yes, I think your right" another voice replied. Then the door
opened widely and I was confronted with the sight of two women I
hadn't seen before. They took a step back and started laughing. I
couldn't see there faces because of the bright lights behind them
which made their hair look like halos and their silhouettes were
overwhelmingly foreboding. They then stepped forward and read my
contract on the inside of door with unrestrained laughter and one
of them asked,
"Why would anyone want to sign that?"
"Because he wants to give us pleasure of course" came the reply.
"Yes, I suppose your right Lynda"
"Ha, Ha, am I ever wrong Carol?"
"No, not when it comes to slaves. Still time we tried out our
new gadget, after all we need to know if it will work when we get
home" was Lynda's reply. I then noticed that Carol was holding a
wide object with straps at either end as she stepped into the
cupboard and bent down. Moments later Lynda joined her and they
both started to undo the straps around my legs and ankles. Oh no,
what now, I dreaded as I felt them pulling my legs apart until they
would go no further. They then placed their gadget between my knees
and strapped it to my legs. When I was bound to their device they
stepped back to admire their handiwork and Carol said,
"Shall I?"
"Be my guest" was Lynda's reply as Carol started to lift her
foot up and down on what looked like a pump connected to the device
between my legs. The contraption started to expand and strained my
legs apart even more.
"This is fun."
"Yes, it actually works" Lynda said enthusiastically as she
leant forward to see my legs taking the unrelenting strain. I
didn't think I could take any more and struggled to release myself
from the bonds which only served to amuse the women even more. To
add to my sense of frustration Lynda stood up, looked at my
contorted face, and said,
"It looks as though it's enjoying our toy, it's writhing with
pleasure."
"I see what you mean" replied Carol. "You would have expected it
to thank us by now for our efforts, wouldn't you. This pumping is
making more poor legs ache just so it can enjoy itself."
"Never mind I will gently massage your legs later as we relax
and reflect on our eventful day."
"Leave me alone, let me go you bitches," I tried to shout. Lynda
just laughed loudly at my actions and said,
"Look, it's trying to blow kisses at us. It must really love
us." She then pouted her lips at me and continued,
"I would give it a kiss back but it's breath smells terribly....
it Ha, Ha, Ha, smells as though it's been out on the piss all
night. Ha, Ha, Ha"
"Lucky thing" Carol replied as they chortled impudently and she
continued to inflate the device.
A few minutes later Carol stopped pumping, much to my relief, and
they stood back to bask in my anguish again.
"We can use this as good deterrent in the borstal when we get
back" Carol said and then added, "Let's leave it on tonight to see
if it looses any pressure over night".
"Of course" laughed Lynda as she leant forward, stood on the
pump one last time, extended her hand and vindictively flicked my
very sore and vulnerable manhood.
"You didn't need to do that" Carol said with feigned concern.
"No" replied Lynda who flicked me again and said, "Nor that, but
it's fun." They both started sniggering as they turned round and
closed the cupboard door on me. I couldn't believe how callous
these women could be. Why were they doing it? How could I stop
them? I can't stand this I shouted to myself as I heard them
leaving me to my fate.
I didn't get much sleep strapped to the wall as I was in my itching
suit, my manhood was still throbbing, I had a foul taste in my
mouth and my legs were almost pulled apart. Finally, I realised
that it must be morning when I heard many movements outside and I
looked forward to having my cramped legs released. To my
frustration no one came to release me and I cried to myself "How
can they leave me like this". Eventually, after many more hours my
door was opened and I was greeted with the smirking face of Zoe.
She was accompanied by two 6 foot tall Swedish looking women. They
each had long blond hair to their waists and were wearing figure
hugging bright red rubber catsuits with arm length black rubber
gloves. They gasped with amazement when they saw me and Zoe turned
over her shoulder and shouted,
"It's alright Susan, Sandy and Mandy, the twins will feed it
today"
Zoe then turned to the twins and said "it's all yours" before
leaving me with my new torturers. Sandy was the first to enter the
cupboard and she diffidently slipped my now shrunken tool back into
it's restraint. She was then helped by Mandy to release my leg
stretcher who said,
"It must have enjoyed that last night" as she gaily continued to
undo my other straps. When I was finally freed I collapsed in a
state of total exhaustion. The women sighed saying, "Why do we get
all the hard work?" as they each grabbed a handful of my hair and
started to drag me in agony to the restaurant. I struggled to get
up to support myself but couldn't and I was forced to watch the
tight rounded buttocks of my tormentresses swaying in front of me
as I was pulled along. Just then Carol and Lynda returned, took one
look at me and sighed. Lynda then said,
"Had the stretcher gone down?"
"Didn't really notice." Mandy replied with an air of
indifference.
"Oh well, we'll have to try again tonight" Carol said. "Perhaps
if we tape a message to it's face who ever releases it next time
will measure the stretcher before unstrapping it."
"Great idea" Lynda said as they both turned and left.
Mandy looked down at my tear filled eyes and said,
"Lucky thing, you can try your toy out again tonight."
The twins then proceeded to drag me to the restaurant.
It seemed an eternity before we got to the restaurant and I was in
agony as I thought my hair would fall out. When we finally entered
the large room I saw there was already a large number of women
seated waiting expectantly for their meal. They were all dressed in
elegant evening wear and the table was layed for a 5 course meal,
with at least 2 different wine glasses and a series of elegant
candlearbras down the centre. The women were all in a festive mood,
chatting furiously, eagerly awaiting the evening to unfold. Around
the edges of the room there were 8 other women dressed in similar
attire to Mandy and Sandy. I soon realised that they were servants
to the dominant guests of the holiday camp and would have to serve
them their meal. It wasn't long before I was spotted and the room
fell silent followed by a crescendo of clapping and a woman calling
out,
"Three cheers for Miriam for providing entertainment while we
eat"
The excitement of the women grew as I was dragged to the far end of
the room. The twins were really enjoying themselves now and
provocatively swayed their hips as they took each step. As we
neared the end of the hall I saw a noose hanging from the ceiling
over a pulley which was tied to a bracket on the wall. I was
dragged remorselessly to the noose and thought that this was the
end. However, the twins just grabbed my legs and slipped my ankles
through the noose and tightened it as hard as they could. Mandy
then untied the other end of the rope and they both started to
pull. To my horror I was raised upside down into the air and could
see the women round the room staring sadistically at me with
sinister smiles on their faces. My arms were then tightly bound
behind my back before I was raised still higher. When they were
satisfied the twins tied the rope to the hook in the wall as four
other waitresses placed a large, plastic covered, octagonal table
below me. Mandy then pushed me so that I started to swing back and
forth as the six women turned and left me to serve the women their
meals. This caused great laughter from the crowd who started
chanting TICK TOCK in time with my swings. What now?
The waitresses then started to serve the women their meal. I
noticed that the women were very fussy and on a number of occasions
forced the waitresses to change their starter for minor
imperfections such as the lemon with a prawn cocktail was too thin
or the toast with pate was not brown enough. Often, the waitresses
also received slaps to accompany their humiliation at having to
refresh the starters for perfunctory reasons. I was starving and
would gladly eat any of the food that was returned to the kitchens
but I got some delight from seeing the twins treated badly after
what they had done to me. It relieved me to understand that I
wasn't the only slave around the camp. What a fool I was, I had
forgotten that I was also the slaves plaything and that they would
relieve their frustrations on me! Soon all the women had a starter
of their choice and had been served with chilled white wine. The
waitresses then brought a tray of starters up to my table and
placed them below me. Mandy untied my rope and started to lower me
and I thought I was about to have my first much needed mouthfuls of
food. However, just before I was low enough to reach the food they
tied the rope to the hook again and I was overwhelmed by despair.
Oblivious to my predicament the teasing vixen sat at the table and
started to eat their meal. The women were now really enjoying
themselves and had started to drink their wine completely ignoring
my plight. Mandy then said,
"This is wonderful, I really needed this"
"Me too" replied Sandy, "Those bitches really had us working
hard today, I'm glad we've got this thing to gratify ourselves
with" and she slapped my face hard. My face stung terribly as I
started to swing again. The rest of the girls round my table
laughed with glee and took it in turns to slap me. I was now
spinning with bright red cheeks and I started to sob at the useless
predicament I was in. Satisfied with their efforts the women raised
their wine glasses, knocked them together and said "Cheers." Mandy
then casually took another luscious mouthful of food and as she
chewed it smiled at my face swaying in front of her. My stomach
started to rumble and she slapped me again saying,
"Manner's, can't you see we're eating". They all giggled and she
added "Oh this is so relaxing. It's a pity we have to work again
soon".
"Let's make it more romantic" Sandy said as she lit a candle
that was in the centre of the table below me. Have these women no
pity I screamed to myself as a strained to keep my hair away from
the flame while they continued with their meal.
About half an hour later most of the starters had been finished and
the waitresses got up and took their plates into the kitchen area
leaving me straining to avoid the candle. Moments later they
returned to the dinning area each carrying a large Pink bucket
labeled swill bin. They then walked round the room and waited to be
called. As the women guests had had enough they would beckon a
waitress to them after having taken a final mouthful. They would
chew it for a while before spitting it into the bucket offered out
to collect the wasted food. I noticed Mandy turned away in disgust
as the foul spending slopped into her bucket. She then looked up at
me and smiled malevolently while she licked her lips. This process
was repeated until all of the starters had been cleared away. My
head was buzzing with horror as I started to realise the dreadful
fate I would soon endure for the pleasure of these evil women.
It wasn't long after that that the women around the hall were
eating their main coarse accompanied by a bottle of fine red wine
and the waitresses were seated around the table below me. Again I
had the frustration of smelling the delicious meal as they casually
ate savoring each mouthful. Mandy spilt some gravy down her chin
and quickly wiped it off with her napkin. She then sniggered
sinisterly as she looked up at me after having had an evil thought.
"Here" she said, "you can suck on this while your waiting" as
she forced the material into my mouth. Then another of the
waitresses, Sharon, turned me round and pulled the napkin out of my
mouth while she was chewing. She then raised a fork to her mouth
and spat some half chewed meat onto it.
"That was a bit tough and chewy" she said as she offered the
scrap to me. I couldn't believe it and kept my mouth firmly closed.
That only made her smile as she relished my horror. One of the
waitresses behind me quickly swiped my backside hard and I opened
my mouth to howl in pain. Sharon said,
"Thanks, that's better" as she popped the morsel into my mouth
closely followed by the napkin again.
"It's a bit reluctant to eat isn't" one of them said. Then
another added,
"Yes, you would have thought it would be hungry by now. Perhaps
it needs some encouragement." The vixen took that opportunity to
slap me again as they continued to eat their feast. I was left
gagged, spinning and swinging back and forth by the candle until
they had finished that coarse. They then all rose again and
retrieved their buckets to collect the offerings from the female
guests. They continued to serve the rest of the courses in a
similar fashion and by now the buckets were becoming full of a foul
half chewed slop mixed in with any odd left overs that had been
tipped in. Each of the women, including the waitresses, had had at
least a bottle and a half of wine and were quite merry and bloated
now. This released them of their final inhibitions and their
sadistic nature was in full flow with me as the unfortunate object
that would feel the full force of their pleasure.
end of part 3
