THE JOY OF BEING A HOLIDAY CAMP ENTERTAINER?
Part 2
When they woke in the morning they got out of bed and I heard them
go the bathroom to wash and get dressed. They left me under the
duvet sweating away still sitting on the sharp gravel. When they
were ready to leave they flicked the duvet off and stood back to
look at me. They both looked formidable dressed in black leather
jump suits, with wide white belts tied around their delicate waists
and bright red ankle boots. Celia said,
"Unfortunately we have to share it. I agreed to return it to the
toy cupboard before breakfast".
"Oh well at least that's on the way to the dining room" Jane
replied. They then bent forward unstrapped me and forced me to a
crawling position without removing my nylon mask. Celia picked up
the gravel tray and got on my back followed by Jane who put her
shapely legs over my shoulders so that I could see her petite feet
in front of me. I was full of fury as I remembered what torture
those feet had cause me last night. Without much ado Jane pulled
hard on the choker and I was forced to carry them to the reception
or be strangled. It wasn't much longer when I was strapped back in
my cupboard. Celia then forced the gravel tray under my feet as
Jane read my contract on the inside of the door. Jane sniggered
sadistically as she said, "He really must be enjoying himself if he
signed that, ha ha ha." She then added, "Pulling that leash has
given me pins and needles in my fingers" and slapped my nylon
covered face this way and that as hard as she could for 3 minutes.
"Oh that's better, this thing is very useful isn't it"
"Yes" replied Celia, "but time for a hearty breakfast now don't
you think" and she slammed the door closed on me. I was now very
thirsty, starving hungry, having difficulty to breath, itched all
over, very hot, standing on gravel and in total darkness. But there
was nothing I could do as I heard the chuckling women leave the
reception.
I was left for hours and my sense of despair grew as the horror of
my predicament sunk in. It was hopeless, I was truly an object to
be exploited by these malicious women for their pleasure. Finally I
heard someone approaching and I tried to retreat dreading the next
ordeal I would be forced to endure. The door opened and I was
confronted with the impressive vision of Ruth and Zoe standing side
by side. Zoe said,
"Oh those bitches, this isn't the laundry cupboard any more"
and, much to my relief, ripped Jane's stinking tights off of my
head. She then very slowly pulled the tape off of my mouth saying,
"No need to rush this". I was in agony as it pulled hard at my
tormented lips. Ruth then stepped forward and said,
"Let's see if it's ready yet" and she grabbed and squeezed my
balls hard. I thought I was going to loose my manhood and went to
scream out but to my horror no noise uttered from lips.
"Ha, Ha, Ha, not a word of complaint, yes it's ready for the
race" Zoe said as they proceeded to undo my fetters. Zoe noticed
the gravel I was standing on and said, "Look at that! Those bitches
really like to leave their mark. We should have moved it this
afternoon. Still can't be helped the women are here to enjoy
themselves and no permanent damage is done."
They then dragged me by my choker out of the cupboard and along
a series of corridors into the main hall of the camp. It was agony
as my feet were very sore and I noticed a clock showing the time as
8:00 PM. I had been left in that stinking cupboard all day. Finally
I was dragged into a darkened hall. All around the hall there were
women sat at tables drinking and enjoying themselves, there was a
cocktail bar along one wall and in the centre of the room there was
a raised stage. I trembled with fear at the thought of what would
happen to me as I noticed a strange contraption on the stage. There
were four tubes, each about 8' long connected to a central
hemisphere supported on stilts about waist height. Each tube was
separated from the others by about 60 degrees and had sphere
attached to it's far end. I was dragged up onto the stage by Zoe
amid an uproar of cheers from the women. She then opened a zip at
my front and exposed my manhood for all to see. This caused even
more merriment in the crowd. Ruth and Zoe then mercilessly forced
me forward so that my privates entered the hemisphere. They then
relentlessly strapped me in position so that I couldn't extricate
myself from the network of tubing. I was petrified as I looked at
the tubes and noticed that they contained a series of plastic
partitions that could be lifted by levers. Then I noticed that each
sphere at the end of the tubes contained 3 large bees. A short
while later Miriam came on stage carrying a large pair of pink
rubber mittens.
"These should make it hard to undo the buckles" she said and
gave them to Zoe. In no time my hands were confined in the mittens
and my fate for the evening was sealed.
Miriam then asked, "Are there any volunteers for the bee race?"
All of the women jumped up straining to be selected. "Wonderful,
I'm glad to see you're all entering the spirit of this sport. Don't
worry you will all get a turn at some form of entertainment before
the week's up and those lucky ones amongst you staying for a
fortnight will get double the chances." She then selected 4 women
at random from the audience. They came up on stage giggling and
chatting full of nervous excitement. Miriam explained that the
winner would be the woman who was first to get her 3 bees to the
target, ME. They would have to lift each partition in turn to
encourage the bees progress down the tubes but only one partition
could be lifted at any one time.
"Place your bets now" Miriam announced and I saw Ruth, Zoe and
Susan collecting money from women round the room. This lasted for
about half an hour and I was numb with fear at the spectacle in
prospect for me. During this time the 4 women on stage each came up
to me in turn and took delight in seeing the terror in my eyes.
They joked at the size of my tool and one said "Boy I don't think
12 bees will be able to get on that thing."
"No" another idly added "Perhaps the stings will help it to
grow" and they all laughed. I tried to plead for mercy but nothing
came out of my mouth and I faught vainly to free the straps holding
me to the apparatus. This just added to the pleasure of my audience
who said "Looks like a cross between a floundering turtle and a
goldfish doesn't it"
Finally the bets had been placed and the women around the room were
looking on with sadistic expectations sipping at their various
cocktails. Miriam called them to attention and said,
"Take up your positions girls and may the best woman win". She
then squeezed a pipet at the top of each bee globe and added "This
will make sure the bees are angry and ready to sting. They hate
this perfume" The bees immediately started to buzz around wildly
and one of the contestants said,
"How cruel, those poor bees haven't done anything to harm any
one" Tears flooded down my cheeks and the hall erupted into
laughter. When they had settled down Miriam said "GO".
The women immediately bent forward and started lifting the
partitions in sequence encouraging the angry bees slowly toward my
exposed manhood. I could see down the front of the womens figure
hugging tops as their magnificent boobs bobbled about in their
frantic efforts to win the race. In other circumstances I would
have welcomed the view but now they just appeared to be mocking me.
Various women called out to encourage the contestant they had
backed laughing at my pathetic attempts to free myself before it
was too late. I was full of terror but resigned to the inevitable.
After about half an hour of careful manipulation the first bee
entered my enclosure buzzed around, settled on my tool and stung
me. I nearly collapsed in agony but the victorious woman, to the
delight of the crowd, just jumped up and down with joy and slapped
me in her excitement. The cheering in the audience now reached a
fever pitch as the second, third etc bees entered my domain and
promptly stung me. When all of the bees had finished the race the
chattering was deafening and I saw money exchanging hands. Miriam
returned to the stage and held the winners hand high saying,
"Congratulations, you have one yourself a free bottle of
champagne and a massage by the pink coat in the sauna."
"Oh, Thank you, I will enjoy the champagne as I remember the
look on it's face when I won." the victorious woman replied. The
women then left the stage and returned to their tables to continue
their relaxing evening drinking and talking. I was left on display
for the rest of the evening in total agony wondering how far these
women intended to push me. My manhood had now swollen to twice it's
normal size as the bees continued to buzz around in their prison.
I tried frantically to get free but the mittens made the task
impossible and my feeling of helplessness and frustration grew all
the more.
Late in the evening Zoe, Susan and Ruth returned to the stage and I
thought I would finally be released. Zoe looked at the bees still
flying around with zest and said
"Phew, they still look angry. I wonder how we can get them out
without getting stung" whilst she looked at Ruth with a rye smile
on her face.
"Just can't think" was Ruth's reply. "Let's stop him banging the
bowl and perhaps they will go to sleep."
"Good idea" was Susan's reply. Then my heart sank as I saw them
pull a large conical leather garment up from under the stage. They
then pulled my arms behind my back and forced them into the
garment. Moments later my arms had been bound together behind me
making me feel even more vulnerable than before.
"There, that's better" Ruth said as she playfully ran her
fingers through her long black hair behind her and they left the
stage again. Just before Ruth stepped down she provocatively bent
over to check the seems of her stockings. I was left with the sight
of her bare buttocks peeping out under her mini skirt which she
deliberately rolled from side to side. I could see the women round
the hall enjoying themselves chatting and drinking and by now most
of them had started to loose interest in my plight as they were
getting bored with it. This made my agony even worse, how could
they treat me like this.
I thought my ordeal was coming to an end when one of the buxom bar
maids came up on stage carrying a pint of lager. Oh relief at last,
my mouth was parched and I still had some hairs in it left over
from the evening before. The barmaid was a vision of beauty dressed
in her french maids outfit and she came and pressed herself up to
me and said,
"Thanks for volunteering to be a pink coat. Before you came they
used to treat me badly but tonight I have got nearly 500 pounds in tips.
Just to show my appreciation I have prepared you this nice warm
drink." Warm lager, doesn't this bar maid know anything I thought,
as she offered the glass up to me. I caught a whiff of the smell
emanating from the glass and with revulsion immediately realiased
what she had meant. I sealed my lips as tight as I could and pulled
my head back in disgust. The women in the audience were taking an
interest again and started laughing,
"Doesn't seem to like the house cocktail does it Claudine" was a
jeering call from the audience. Claudine turned to the audience and
said,
"Perhaps this will make him change his mind" and she clasped
another pipet that was connected to the container around my
manhood. She then licked her lips and turned to me and said,
"Drink this or I will provoke the bees again."
Tears of humiliation ran down my cheek as I capitulated to her
abhorrent demand and lent forward toward the glass. Anything but
another stinging I thought. Claudine raised the glass to my lips
and gloated triumphantly as she was greeted with applause. It was
horrid and I tried to gulp the foul liquid down as fast as I could
to minimize my humiliation.
"Not too fast dear, we don't want to choke." Claudine said as
she lowered the glass a little to make it more difficult to drink.
"You should sip champagne and savor it. After all it has taken a
lot of personal attention to prepare. Take your time and enjoy it's
delicate bouquet." I was then made to effectively beg her with my
actions for the rest of the atrocious drink.
After what seemed an eternity the glass was finally empty and I
felt relieved. Claudine raised the glass for all to see and then
left the stage. Much to my horror, about an hour later Claudine
returned with another glass and said,
"Here, with the compliments of the women on table 13."
"Unlucky for some" came a chorus from the audience followed by
uncontrolled laughter. I was then once again forced through the
mocking ritual of pleading for the squalid drink by my actions or
suffer the consequences with my throbbing manhood. Claudine then
turned to the audience and mischievously called out,
"Does anybody else have anything for it while I'm here?"
"Yes, over here" a woman called out and I saw a beautiful red
head bend over to retrieve something from under her table. As she
went to sit up again another woman lent forward and accidentally(?)
knocked a glass ash tray off of the table. It fell into a full four
pint jug that the other woman was lifting and quickly sank to the
bottom emptying it's contents on the way. Bits of ash floated about
and numerous cigarette stubs bobbed about on the surface of the
repugnant liquid. Claudine called out,
"Don't worry, I will be over to collect it" and quickly left the
stage to harvest my next treat. When she reached the table the red
head said,
"I hope I will get a clean ash tray. There is no way I would put
my hand into that filth, even if I had rubber gloves on!"
"Of course madam" Claudine enthusiastically replied, "That lot
is only fit for the waste disposal unit" as she carefully took the
jug and returned to the stage. My stomach was heaving at the
thought of what was to come. Claudine took delight in prolonging my
suffering as she raised the jug up toward the spot light so that
the bits floating around in the amber concoction could be clearly
seen. I refused to look and turned away to be greeted with the
sight of many grinning faces in the audience glaring at me with
malicious intent. Several women had cuddled up to each other and
were stroking and kissing each other drunk on the pleasure of my
suffering. Claudine, with an air of indifference to my plight just
calmly extended her hand to my stomach and slowly ran her hand
threateningly down toward the pipet. I realised I had no real
choice and turned to beg her for my next offering. This gave her
obvious pleasure as I saw her shiver with the power she had over
me. She then giggled insolently as she raised the jug, with it's
putrid contents, to my lips and said,
"Looks like the sucker wants more." It was absolutely foul and I
had to chew the fag ends so that I could swallow them. Every mouth
full made me gag with revulsion. Periodically Claudine lowered the
jug and spun it round saying, "Don't want to leave all the bits on
the bottom do we girls" just to grind in the full hopelessness of
my situation. I tried as hard as I could but I just couldn't finish
the entire contents of the jug. Surely they couldn't expect me to
drink 6 pints just like that I thought. For the first time I saw
compassion in Claudine's eyes as she lowered the almost empty jug
and said,
"Oh well, perhaps that was a little too much for the disposal
unit."
She set the jug down and went to leave the stage but just as she
was about to step off she turned and the look on her face had
changed. She looked very serious and swallowed hard as she extended
her hand toward the pipet. "But you promised" I strained to call
out but all I generated were puffs of air. The audience gasped in
astonishment at her action and then started to laugh hilariously.
Claudine huskily said,
"What do you think I am. Do you expect to bring you all these
drinks and not get any pleasure my self" as she squeezed the pipet.
The buzzing immediately increased and I realised that my efforts
had been in vain. She then picked up the jug and left the stage
swinging it idly back and fro without giving me another look. I
watched her beautiful body descend through my tear filled eyes. My
terror, and all the drinks, had an inevitable effect and I started
to relieve myself unashamedly into the hemisphere. The pain was
agony as my opening was almost closed by the swelling but I just
couldn't stop myself. I looked down and saw the contraption slowly
filling. It wasn't long and the bulb was full drowning the bees.
This caused an uproar. Women started shouting
"It shouldn't be allowed", "Those bees had done no harm", "Let's
get the bastard" etc.
Miriam quickly got on the stage to calm the audience down and said,
"Don't worry girls you will get your chance to avenge those poor
unfortunate bees on Wednesday when we play the tank game. Please
keep calm and patient for now."
Zoe, Ruth and Susan were quick to join Miriam and they released me
from the contraption allowing the contents of the hemisphere to
fall into a bucket. Zoe giggled,
"At least there was no chance of us getting stung now."
I was then quickly marched out of the room but on the way I was
punched and kicked by many angry women. In no time at all I was
being strapped to the wall of my cupboard again. I was very sore
but relieved to be out of the hall. Ruth turned and said,
"Better leave it's thing out to recover tonight".
"Yes," replied Zoe, "we can pop it back tomorrow. We'd better
give it some food in the afternoon as well."
"OK, we can get the dustbin ready in the morning. I'm to horny
to do it now"
"Me too, let's go to bed" Zoe answered and the door was closed
in my face again. My mind was racing as I heard their dainty heels
clack off into the distance outside my cupboard leaving me in my
dark prison. Will I ever get away from this hell I wondered as I
tried pointlessly to get comfortable for the long night ahead of
me.
end of part 2
