THE JOY OF BEING A HOLIDAY CAMP ENTERTAINER?
Part 4
When the last of the food had been cleared away the women were
served liqueurs with chocolate mints and started to smoke. The
waitresses returned to my table and took great delight in lighting
their cigarettes from the candle that had tormented most of the
evening. They idly sat back and blew smoke in my gagged face as
they contentedly digested their food. Mandy then said,
"Wow, all that hard work has made my feet ache"
"Mine too", replied Sandy, "Especially as we have to wear these
plastic ankle boots. They don't allow your feet to breath".
"Might as well let them relax a while as it's food cools don't
you think" said Mandy as she stood up and released my rope. Sandy
laughed coarsely as she realised what Mandy meant and helped her to
lower me until my head was only about 2" above the table.
Fortunately for me one of the other waitresses removed the candle
just before I would have banged my head into it. They then sat back
down as all of them took their boots off and Sharon said,
"That reminds me, I should have changed my tights last night"
another girl then caughed and said,
"Phew, it's about time you bought those odour eaters Cheryl".
Cheryl casually replied "No need now we've got a portable foot
bath." That caused them to all break into giggles and Mandy leant
forward, removed my gag and said,
"No need for that any more, you can nibble on cheese for a
while" and another then cooed,
"How nice to finish a hearty meal with cheese and wine" as they
all leant back to put their feet up on the table to finish their
cigarettes and liqueurs in comfort. Their feet were firmly planted
about my head and I couldn't move. The smell was terrible and I had
difficulty to breath hanging upside down with my head wedged
amongst their dainty but stinking feet. They just continued to chat
as if I wasn't there occasionally stretching their toes and rubbing
their feet on me as they relaxed. After a while they used their
feet to slowly turn me round so that they all had a chance of
feeling my struggling breath through their malodorous toes.
About 3/4 of an hour later they felt relaxed and pulled their feet
away from my head a little. This was just the start of their next
game as Mandy took great delight in kicking my face so that I sung
away from her and then back again. This caused a great deal of
amusement from the crowd and Mandy almost wet herself with laughter
as she said,
"Look how much it loves my stinking feet, no matter how hard I
kick it, it always comes back for more".
"A real foot fanatic isn't it" Sandy replied as she was quick to
join in and soon I was like a suspended foot ball being forced this
way and that by all of their dominating feet. After a while Cheryl
said, "If it's so keen on our feet we should let it lick them.
After all they could do with a bath and it's time we let it have
some fun". I knew I had no choice but to join in their offense game
and as I was left to settle against the first woman's feet I
extended my tongue hoping that if I co-operated they would quickly
grow bored and set me free. The grimy, sweaty taste that greeted me
was far worse than I expected and I pulled back full of revulsion.
To my horror the squalid toes followed me and as the angle of my
head changed they easily slipped into my mouth. This caused great
delight as I then had no choice but to suck her toes for as long as
she wanted. My neck was aching under the strain and to increase my
humiliation she planted her other foot across my nose and wiggled
her toes making my breathing very difficult. The other waitresses
were soon squabbling over who should be next and I found my imposed
services in great demand for what seemed hours.
Finally, much to my relief, all of them were satisfied and they put
their their boots back on. Sandy then pinched my cheek full of
exuberance and said,
"That was wonderful, working in this place is not going to be
that bad after all."
"I agree" Mandy said, "I'm so glad Miriam was able to get a
volunteer."
"The contract was so onerous I never thought anyone would sign"
another added as I was spun round. "The least we can do is feed it
now. We want it to last a while don't we and it wont survive on
cheese alone." I was then left suspended and spinning with the
smell and taste of their feet impregnated on my nose and tongue as
they returned laughing to the kitchen. Moments later they came back
with a large empty plastic dustbin which caused a roar of approval
from the guests that were still enjoying the spectacle of my
suffering. They carried it to the table below me and carefully
slipped it under me and set it down. I was now suspended with my
head inside the bin resting on the table. Moments later I felt
myself being lowered further into the horrid thing until my head
touched the bottom. My rope was tied off again and then one of the
vicious vixen started to bang the dustbin. The noise was deafening
and she called out,
"Dinner's ready" which caused the crowd to cheer again. I looked
up and I saw the smiling faces of the waitresses peering down at me
over the rim of the bin. One of them said,
"Here comes your long awaited delicious meal" and then they all
stood back. The next appalling sight that greeted me was the rims
of the pink buckets ascending over the edge of my bin. I watched in
disgust as they were then slowly tipped and their foul contents
slopped down on me. Hungry as I was there was no way I would eat
that muck, or so I thought. I sealed my lips tight as the rancid
slops started to build up around my head. Just as it rose above my
eyes the pouring stopped. I then heard a woman's voice say,
"That should be enough for now, it can eat if it strains". I
remained motionless hoping that they would leave me alone. Alas,
the next thing I heard was, "stubborn little runt needs some
encouragement" followed by the women spitting down on me. Then the
pouring then continued until it had risen above my mouth. I was
terrified, I couldn't breath and I didn't want to open my mouth. I
struggled to lift my head and just succeeded in freeing my head
from the muck when I saw Miriam's beaming face looking down into
the bin. She said,
"Silly girls you haven't opened the peddle bin yet" and then I
saw her reach up to my waist. Without any further warning she
grabbed my manhood and squeezed with all her might. A searing pain
shot through me as I was still recovering from the bees the
previous night and I fell back into the muck opened mouthed. I
inevitably got a mouthful of the gunge and I could hear the women
above laughing gaily. I started to chew and Miriam relaxed her grip
a little. I was now resigned to once again yield to their horrible
game as I struggled hard to swallow my first mouthful in my
inverted position. As I swallowed I saw an array of smiling faces
looking down at me. When I had finished the first mouthful Mandy
cheerfully said,
"Take some more then" and with fear and revulsion I turned my
head and took another mouthful of the slop. Whilst I was chewing
the nauseous substance one of the other girls said,
"Learns fast for a pink coat...it must be enjoying
itself....let's give it the rest".
"Ok", came a chorus and their tormenting faces disappeared to be
replaced with the horrid buckets dispensing their contents on me.
Soon the dustbin was 3/4 full and I was buried up to my waist. I
panicked at started to wriggle violently thinking that I would be
half drowned and half suffocated. After about a minute I was
relieved to feel my feet being pulled up by the rope. I was slowly
pulled out of the muck and finally left it with a plopping noise.
The whole room was in a frenzy of delight as I gulped in mouthfuls
of air and I felt the foul mixture dripping off of me into the bin
below. I looked over at the rope and saw Mandy and Sandy holding it
and Mandy had let the end go between her legs so that it stimulated
her further as I was raised and lowered. I couldn't stand the
torture any more and I tried to call out for mercy. The women just
roared with laughter and one of the guests called out,
"Poor thing, it must be starving, look it's trying to get some
more food."
"Yes lower it into the bin for more" shouted another.
"If that's what you want" Mandy said and she relaxed her grip a
little. I started to descend again and I could see the rope rubbing
between Mandy's legs. She arched her back in delight and bit her
lips in sexual ecstasy. The last thing I saw before I plunged deep
into the muck was her closing her eyes with satisfaction. I
reluctantly took another mouthful and started to chew and swallowed
trying hard to ignore the taste. Just as I thought I would
suffocate again I was heaved out of the concoction to be jeered at
again for the pleasure of the guests. I noticed that Mandy had been
replaced by Sharon who then took her turn at reaching an orgasm at
my expense. The evening continued like this with me eating more and
more of the foul food and each of the women having sexual
gratification at the same time. My despair had grown to the point
that I hoped they would leave me in for too long so that my
suffering would end. Alas the women had an uncanny sense of the
extent of my endurance and continued to stretch me to the limit
luxuriating in my anguish.
After a long time the waitresses could take no more pleasure and
they tied me to the hook again and left me dangling over the bin
while they sat down to recover. My belly was now full and I
couldn't have eaten another thing. I then saw Zoe, Susan and Ruth
approaching with a large plastic sheet closely followed by Miriam.
When they reached us the waitresses were quickly ushered to clear
up the table and bin as Zoe and Ruth layed the plastic sheet on the
floor. Ruth had gone with the waitresses and she returned with them
carrying another large dustbin. They placed that down below me and
then Miriam pulled a cord which opened a curtain at the other end
of the room to reveal a large cannon. She then turned to the guests
and said,
"Please help to clean it up and you can then use it for more fun
later" as she pointed at the cannon. The guests stood back and some
went toward the cannon. I saw Jane then aim the cannon at me as she
squeezed a sort of trigger. Immediately a powerful jet of freezing
cold water spurted towards me and hit me with it's full force
before draining into the bin and plastic sheet below.
"Great shot" shouted one of the audience as I gasped. The jet
was very strong and it took my breath away. I couldn't resist the
force of the water and started to spin. This increased the joy of
the women who were then fighting to have a go at firing at me. I
was soon freezing as they tried to force me this way and that under
the force of the water. Soon I was clean again but the women
continued with their game. At one time they managed to hit me full
in the face and I thought I would drown. When the women had finally
grown bored of this new torment Zoe lowered me toward the plastic
sheet and said,
"Have a drink while you can" as she tied me in a position where
my shoulders were touching the floor. I was grateful for the chance
to drink clean water and strained hard to get every mouthful I
could. The guests now started to leave the room for the ball room
in search of other entertainment as the waitresses cleared away the
bin and other plastic sheets. Every now and then one of the bitches
stepped up to me and splashed my face with her boot and swung her
foot to force yet more water toward me. I then heard one of them
say,
"This is a great way to clean your boots but I'm glad the're
water proof now".
"It's not bad" replied another, "But tomorrow, after our cross
country run we may prefer a more direct method."
"Of course, variety is the spice of life isn't it" laughed Mandy
who then added, "Anyway, I don't think we could force any more into
the waste disposal unit today" as she mischievously taped my
bloated stomach. She was looking directly into my eyes as she
stamped her foot hard splashing water into my desperate face. I
then felt someone grab my legs and I turned round to see Cheryl
holding me for balance as she raised her left boot and said,
"My boot is still a bit mucky, it could do with a polish." She
then scuffed her boot back and forth across my chest several times
taking the wind out of me. To my grief I then felt myself being
raised again and once more I was tied upside down high above the
ground. The final sheet was carefully removed below me and the
women went to leave the room. The lights were turned off and just
before the door was closed I heard Ruth say,
"We can put it back in the cupboard later when it's dried off"
"Yes" replied Susan, "Come on let's hurry to the ball room, we
don't want to miss tonight's cabaret."
"I've been looking forward to hearing The Domanatrix they have a
great reputation" Zoe added as the door closed and I was left
hanging in darkness with my arms bound behind me.
Hours later the door opened and in came Zoe and Ruth giggling away
full of mirth.
"That group were great" Zoe said.
"Some of their songs were a bit lewd but they have certainly
given me some great ideas for new games" Ruth replied. They then
went quickly to the wall and let me down with a bump. Without
looking at me they used the rope to drag me out of the restaurant
towards the reception. We passed by the ball room and I noticed
that there was still a large number of women enjoying themselves
and a disco had started up. I was relieved that I wouldn't be taken
in there for yet more torment this evening but just then the door
opened and two staggering women walked out. They were obviously
tipsy and leant on one another for support. They had tight mini
skirts on and I could see their white panties straining under their
skirts from my lowly position. One of them said,
"Hic, Oh look at that, do you think we can, hic, catch a lift,
hic". Zoe looked down at my contorted face, smiled, and said,
"Of course you can, it's here to be used" and started sniggering
at the thought of me suffering yet further. The women then
staggered toward me as I looked terrified at their bright red
stiletto healed shoes. I could not avoid them as they neared me but
to my relief they casually lifted their legs and took their shoes
off before stepping onto me.
"Don't want to puncture the thing" one of them laughed as they
struggled to balance on me. What mercy I thought as I struggled
under the wait of the two women. I could see their rounded cheeks
bobbling about above me as they twisted this way and that on me
while I was dragged to reception. Their balance wasn't very good
and they kept on stamping on me as they nearly fell off.
With great relief we reached the reception and the women went to
get off of me but one of them slipped. She fell ontop of me with
her full weight and took the wind out of me. She just sniggered and
said,
"That was lucky, I could have heart my self."
"Oh, my poor thing" the other women said and the woman on top of
me rolled over and landed up sitting on my face. My nose was forced
between her buttocks and I thought I would suffocate as she said,
"I'll just, Hic, sit here for a while until I, hic, have
recovered" as she swung her legs round to face me feet so that she
was more comfortable.
"No hurry my dear" her friend said with concern as she stepped
over me and sat on my midriff. "Let me console you". The women then
hugged each other without even considering how I felt underneath
them. I then heard Zoe say to Ruth,
"Looks like they will be there for a while let's grab a coffee"
"I think you're right Zoe" Ruth replied and I heard the clacking
of their heels as I was left in my crushing position. The women
ontop of me were now oblivious to the rest of the world and started
to fondle each other. They were kissing and moving this way and
that and I was having great difficulty to breath, especially as my
arms were still strapped behind me. After a while the woman on my
waist leant back causing the woman on my face to lean forward
releasing my face a little from her fetid nickers. What mercy I
thought as I inhaled deeply through the damp nylon material
clinging to my nostrils. Then to my horror she farted long and
loud. The warmth round my face was horrid and the stench atrocious
as I had no choice but to breath in the heinous gas. That filthy
act spurned them on even more and their actions grew more frantic
above me as my suffering increased. After what seemed an eternity
their entwined bodies went stiff and jerked as they had a terrific
orgasm. The spending of their ecstasy dribbled down onto me as they
gently relaxed ontop of me. When they had recovered they sat up
again and the woman on my face let another pungent fart lose into
my nostrils. This time they both giggled and one of them said,
"Quick let's go before that catches up with us". They climbed
off of me and then rather unsteadily put their stiletto shoes back
on while I had to endure the smell from their buttocks.
They then left the reception just as Zoe and Ruth returned with
their half drunk coffee. The women said,
"Thanks, you can put it back now" and Zoe replied,
"Good, I hope you enjoyed yourselves."
"We did" the women giggled as they staggered to their bedroom
for the night. Zoe and Ruth then turned their attention to me by
throwing the remains of their coffee over me as Zoe said,
"That coffee is awful, we'll have to get a better vending
machine." They then started to unstrap my arms so that I could be
put back into the cupboard. Ruth then said,
"Why not leave it like this for a change."
"Ha, Ha, Ha, you're evil but I don't mind, I'm feeling a bit
tired" Zoe replied and they then thrust me into the cupboard
without freeing my arms. I was soon hooked and strapped onto the
back wall again and Ruth said,
"Just wrap the rope round it's legs for now. If it's not used
tomorrow it'll save a bit of time at dinner time." Soon they had
wrapped the rope that had tormented me all evening all round my
legs restricting my movement even further. Just as they were about
to close the door Zoe noticed the leg stretcher and said,
"Blast! I had forgotten about that. Carol and Lynda will be
annoyed."
"Never mind" Ruth calmly said, "They can put it on themselves if
they come back tonight and if not they can just vent their anger on
the thing for not reminding us."
"You're right as ever" Zoe said as she kissed Ruth and they
closed the door on me again. I was then left for another night in
my stinking cupboard of terror wishing my ordeal would come to an
end.
A while later I heard a someone enter reception and ask,
"Do you have a toe nail clipper I can borrow for the night?"
"Certainly, we've got one that even dispenses with the toe nails,
follow me" was the reply and I heard the clacking of the womens
high heels approaching the cupboard. OH NO LEAVE ME ALONE I
screamed in my head as the door began to open..............
To be continued?
