She rushes through the room, setting bowls of chicken wings for the men, knowing another wave is coming soon. Adroitly, she avoids men's groping hands and tripping legs and feet. Her face is intense, almost in tears from the tension and the anticipated agony.
Then the cramp strikes...
"UHhhhhhhhh!!" she doubles over as it hits her like a sledge hammer. "OHHHhhhhh.....OHHhhhhhhh..."
She grasps her gut, dropping to a knee, "OOHhhhhhhhhh......."
The pressure against the plug is intense, feeling the pressure to shit her guts out.
"Hey baby, everything ok?"
She hears her master's voice. She tries to nod.
"Come here babe........Come! ...Now!"
She grunts, knowing she must obey. She forces herself to her feet. Somehow, she stumbles to Master's chair. She kneels, head down.
"What's the matter babe......?" He asks, petting her head.
She struggles to answer, her lips tight, "Nnn-nuthing Master."
Her body rigid, bowed, taut with tension and pain.
He smiles, "That beer enema bothering you a little babe?"
She nods.
"That plug keeping it in okay? We don't want the whore shitting in the living room. Do we?"
She shakes her head dutifully, "No Master."
"What a mess that would be for a whore to clean with her tongue."
She stiffens further, nods, "Yes...Master."
"The game is about over babe. The boys are going to be needing some ... 'entertainment'."
Stiffly she nods, eyes still staring down at the floor. She tries to stifle a sniffing sob. But the sniffle breaks her composure, as she is unsure how much more use and humiliation she can handle.
His hand soothingly pets her smooth blonde coif.
"Is that okay babe?"
His hand caresses a sweep of her bangs and he gently lifts her chin.
"You okay?"
Still stifling a sob, she nods...keeping her eyes down.
"Look at me," he orders.
She glances up, her eyes wet. As her eyes meet His, she breaks down and sobs. Just then a cramp the size of an ocean liner hits her gut, and she doubles over.
"OKAY GUYS! New game! Our whore is the game! Whad'ya think guys?"
The men roar, clapping and cheering in approval. Bent over, crumpled in agony, she hears the roar.
"Okay, here it is.....my Whore here is the game...She is having trouble with cramps...." Laughter.... " so ....first game... she is on all 4's on the coffee table here...We put 6 beer bottles on the tray.....She has to balance the tray on her back for 2 minutes..... If she makes it without tipping the bottles...She wins."
"If a bottle tips.....We win!!!" Roar. "And she has to suck piss from every man in the room!!" Roar...
Doubled over, forehead down on the floor, she groans...knowing she will never survive the next cramp and balance the bottles.
"Okay whore....up on the table..."
He grabs her by the hair and drags her to the coffee table, and forces her to crawl up on it. She looks around at the cheering crowd of black men. She shrivels in humiliation and terror, her body still shaking from the last wave of cramps.
A tray is placed on her back. She groans.
"Hold still whore...We are just placing the bottles on there now."
She feels the clink of the bottles as they are placed on the tray. She closes her eyes, barely able to keep from screaming.
