Vacation in Humiliation Ch. 04 – Who Is Hank?

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We walk into the shower room. It’s very plain, like the rest of the building. Concrete walls, a few shower heads, and a tile floor with a drain in the middle. A few seconds after we enter, the doors shut behind us, then the water starts running.

“AAH!!” I squeal as the water hits me… it’s so cold! Missy doesn’t say anything. She is still demoralized from the horrible experience we just had. She stands there, still, shivering naked, covered in my waste, being sprayed with the cold water. I quickly move under the shower head closest to me where the water seems to be coming down the least until it warms.

I walk back out under the water and wipe myself down. The hot water feels good against my sore wrists and ankles. I rub my legs and thighs and butt to try to remove the evidence of the past couple of days. I almost forget that Missy is there for a moment… almost. I look around, there is no soap or shampoo or conditioner, or moisturizer, or anything. I look over at Missy. She is almost totally rinsed off now.

I wonder what she is thinking right now. Is she mad at me that I didn’t try to fight him back? Is she feeling bad for me with my small breasts and disgusting vagina? I don’t know how to talk to her again after that.

My mind flashes back to the moment she was sucking on my little clit. It was so wet and hot, and she wouldn’t let me get away. I was so close to orgasm; if she hadn’t stopped when she did…

“I’m sorry” I hear Missy say quietly.

“What?” I say astounded.

“I’m sorry about… what I did.”

“Its not!… …” I stop myself because I know how stubborn she can be. She will just argue with me and feel worse about herself. “I’m sorry too.” Missy has a puzzled and sad look on her face. I feel like we understand each other, but I don’t know what to say.

There is a knock at the door to the shower room. Missy and I look at one another. What do we say? We have no way to cover ourselves, no way are we about to say “Come In”. The door cracks open just a bit. I run behind Missy who covers her nipples and pussy with her hands.

We hear a familiar voice on the other side of the wall “Hey Yall! It’s Hank! I gotta come in!”

Hank sticks his head in the door. He has one of his hands covering his eyes and is looking to the side. “I got my eyes covered! Don’t worry!” he proclaims before opening the door a little wider, slipping through, and shutting the door behind him. He’s got a fabric bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh my god Hank!” Missy protests “What are you doing in here?!?!?” She yells at him.

“I’m so sorry ladies!” He looks over at one of the sidewalls with his hands still covering his eyes. “I came in here t’ give ya some stuff! Yall ain’t gonna git clean with just water after all. So I brought ya some soap an hair stuff.” He sets the bag down on the floor. “It’s prob’ly not as good as the stuff Yall’r used to back in the states, but it’s better than nothin’.”

I am frozen. There is a man alone in this room with us, and we’re both naked. Missy seems to be a little angrier than scared, though she keeps her hands covering her. Kadıköy Yabancı Escort “Thank you, thats very nice Hank… … … NOW GET OUT!” she yells.

“Umm… well, thing is Missy, Big “M” says that it’s a handlers job to make sure his girls stay clean. I’m s’posed ta stand here n make sure you ladies are clean. He says we should do “whatever is necessary” to make sure, but I would be much appreciative if you girls wouldn’t make me do that.”

“GET OUT!” Missy yells. Hank sighs deeply.

I grab Missy’s shoulder and whisper to her. “Missy… I think we should just wash.”

“What? With him in here??!?!” she whispers back.

“Well… he doesn’t seem to want to look, but he says he has to be here.”

“Alright, FINE!” Missy says. “But go over in the corner and don’t look over here!”

Hank reaches for the wall and slowly guides himself over to one of the corners. “I’m real sorry ’bout this ladies. It’s somethin’ Big “M” makes us do. I really don’t care fer it at all.”

Missy slowly walks over to the bag, staring at Hank to make sure he doesn’t look back. She wearily squats down and opens up the bag to find a couple of bars of soap, and some bottles of liquid with Arabic writing all over them.

“Then why do you do it Hank?” I ask.

She takes them out and splits them with me and we both start washing, making sure to check on Hank every few seconds.

“Well, that’s a purty long story. Are you sure you wanna hear it?”

“Sure” I say.

“Well, it started a few years ago. I used to live back in the states with my beautiful wife an’ four children. It was a purty big family, but we just made due. I was a good hard worker and I made just enough to support us all workin’ a rail yard down town. Well one night while the misses and I were out, this drunken kid came at us from outa nowhere with a knife! Well, long story short, come the next mornin;, he was laid up in tha hospital, and I found out later that this kid was some big politician’s son!

Well that big fancy city lawyer somehow convinced that jury that I was guilty, and it was lookin’ like it was gonna be a purty long sentance. When I was waitin in jail after the trial, Big “M” came in and offered me a way out. He promised I would make twice as much money as I used to, and I wouldn’ have to serve the jail time.

Well what could I do? My wife and kids needed money, and I was about to be locked up for years. What was gonna happen to them if I didn’ accept?”

I butt in: “So you do this job for your family?”

“Yup. So the next day I was on a plane to god knows where, and I’ve been doin’ this ever since. Big “M” makes sure I can send my family money every week. Twice as much as I used to make in the yard, just like he said. I hope they’re doin’ alright. I haven’t talked to them in years…” Hank begins to choke up a little.

“I’m so sorry Hank. We didn’t know…”

“It’s alright darlin’ It’s not yer fault.”

I have to interrupt his story “Hank, I still really have to pee!”

“Oh, you better go here Katie. I ain’t got time to take you to the bathroom Kadıköy Yeni Escort after this.”

I look at Missy. She is looking at me with a surprised look. I don’t want to pee with a guy in the room, and with my cousin watching me, but I have to go so bad I don’t think I can hold it a minute longer.

“Missy, can you turn around?” I ask.

She nods and turns around. I squat down looking away from them both. It takes a minute to start, I’ve never peed like this before, and I’m so embarrassed by the audience I consider not doing it at all several times, but eventually I feel the warm sensation of release. I feel like I can hear the sound of my urine on the ground even though the water is falling all around me. I wonder if they can hear it too… this is so humiliating, just like everything else here.

We wash for a little while longer before anyone speaks. “Hey Hank?” Missy asks.

“Yes Missy?”

“”M” promised us better beds and clothes when he talked to us, but we didn’t get them last night.”

“Oh Missy! You shouldn’ ever call him “M”, he doesn’ let tha girls call him anathin’ but “Master”. It’s fine aroun me, but don let nobody else hear ya call ‘im that ok? Anyhow, that reminds me… I’m supposed to explain to you about a contest.”

“A contest? here?” Missy asks.

“Mmm… yeah. Your next show is gonna be a contest. Big “M” always has a contest right before holidays. The winners usually get somethin’ good.”

“You mean maybe we won’t have to do a “show” on this holiday?”

“Uh… … no, not exactly. Usually it means that the winning team doesn’t have to do two.”

“WHAT?!?” Missy exclaims.

“Ya see, Big “M” does lots more shows that day ‘cuz everyone is off work and don’t have nothin’ ta do.” Missy and I look at one another in shock. “He also told me to let ya know, the team that wins gets the better beds.”

“So what is this contest going to be?” I ask.

“I dunno honey, they’re different every time. But it usually has somethin’ to do with enemas, and I guarantee its not anathin you’re gonna enjoy.” A pause falls over the room again. “An’ I’m afraid there’s even more bad news ladies. Since you two ‘r his favrite act right now, Big “M” prolly ain’t gonna make it easy fer ya to win.”

Missy and I finish up washing. “Can you shut the water off now Hank? We’re done.” Missy says in a calm voice.

“Sure thing, I’ll be right back with some towels.” Hank says. He moves his hands along the wall until he finds the door and walks out.

“Hank seems like a pretty nice guy Missy.” I say. “You shouldn’t be so hard on him.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The water turns off and Hank returns a minute later with some towels. He does his same knock and hiding of his eyes that he did before.

“Hank, why didn’t I get as much done to me today as Katie did?” Missy asks.

Hank sets the towels on the floor and walks back to the corner. “Well, near as I can figure, Big “M” is prob’ly gittin Katie ready fer the contest somehow, and he let you off easy so you can be ready fer yer private sessions this afternoon.”

“Private Kadıköy Masaj Salonu Sessions?!” Missy exclaims.

“Yeah, some of the audience wanted to have a private session with you ladies real bad after yesterday’s show, so they paid a lot of money and big “M” agreed they could have private sessions with ya today.”

“How do those work?” Missy asked.

Hank is quiet for a minute. “Well… I don’t really like talkin’ ’bout that sorta thing, but I guess you ladies would git purty mad at me if I didn’ tell ya nothin’, so here’s what usually happens. Usually a customer is gonna pick out some kinda pose he wants you girls in, and the stagemen are gonna fix ya in however tha feller wants ya. Then the stagemen leave, and the feller stays.”

The more I learn, the more tense my stomach and legs get. Something about the idea of being alone with a stranger, naked and tied down somehow is almost worse than the thought of being on that stage again. He can do whatever he wants with us, however many times he wants. What if he doesn’t stop for hours? What if he makes me take more enemas? What if he makes me lick Missy next? What if he comes up with some new torture that I haven’t heard of before? When we are done drying off, Hank walks out the door and says something to the stagemen in Arabic, then walks back in.

“I told the stagemen that you ladies would rather I escorted you back to your room than them. They agreed, but if you girls do anythin’ un lady-like it’s gonna be on me. Ya understand?”

Missy and I both nod and follow Hank out of the shower room with the towels wrapped around us. The stagemen are waiting on the sides of the door like sentries in the hallway. One of them smacks Missy’s butt on the way out and chuckles to himself. Hank grabs Missy’s shoulder and pushes her farther into the hallway quickly. He spins around and his fist slams into the jaw of the offending stageman knocking him to the ground. The stageman glares up at Hank in anger, rubbing his jaw, but doesn’t get up. He is obviously angry, but also afraid of Hank.

Missy and I are shocked at his protectiveness. He was so kind just a minute ago, and now his face is beet red, he is standing there with his fists clenched breathing heavily, he looks like he might just kill the man if he tried something. “Come on ladies… this way.” he says as he escorts us back to our room.

We walk down the hallway in silence and as we walk back into our room, Hank calms back down. “I’ll leave you ladies to it, but I’ll be back later to check on ya OK?”

“Wait! Hank… Why did you do that?” Missy asked him.

“You ladies are under my protection while yer here, and those men are not to touch you unless Big “M” is there, or yer in a show or somethin’.”

“Thank you Hank.” Missy responds appreciatively.

Hank smiles, “You’re welcome Missy.” then heads out the door. He shuts and locks it behind him.

There are fresh clothes and a hot meal sitting on the floor. The new clothes are pure white, and cotton this time. The T-Shirts are much more form fitting than the last ones, and I’m pretty sure you can see my nipples through them. The bottom is just a simple skirt that snaps together with a few snaps on the waist at the side. The fabric overlaps nicely, but the snaps are obviously not going to be that difficult to pull off. I put them on, and look around to realize… there are no panties.

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