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Kacxa Week 2019 Day 7: AU

So it's just your standard modern highschool au. I will not be doing no win scenario because that means that Kacxa haters win. If they don't end up together then they will win. I won't allow it ")

I sat there alone at lunch like I always had since arriving here. Being a transfer in the middle of the second semester of Junior year wasn't the worst thing in the world, but for me it was always the same. I sat alone, I was alone.

It was almost a month since I had come to school and I really hadn't made a friend. But that's not to say I didn't have any interactions with my fellow students.

In fact, the first day during lunch I was sitting alone at an unclaimed table when a lunch tray slammed on the table. "You're in our spot."

I looked up to see five Galra students standing over me. Four girls, and a guy. He was clearly the ring leader since the four girls stood behind him waiting. "You're spot? This is a lunch table. Didn't realize there was a seating chart," I joked causing one of the girls to smile before fixing her face into a standard resting bitch face. I recognized her from earlier, her parking spot was right next to mine.

"Listen you little shit," the guy started, "I'll give you a pass since it's your first day. But this is our table. The loner table is over there," he pointed to the corner of the cafeteria where there was an open table between the kitchen door and the bathrooms. "That's where people like you belong."

Now typical I'm not one for violence, okay that's a lie, I always go for violence. This was supposed to be a fresh start, my mom worked her ass of to ensure I could transfer here. I had a difficult past back at the military school I grew up in, and they finally had enough and kicked me out. But understand I will not let people insult me and my well being. An insult on that is an insult on my mother and no one insults her.

I sighed and stood up, refusing to take the bait. That is until he muttered "filthy half-breed" and that was it. All I saw was red.

As I was passing him, I lifted my lunch tray and slammed it to the back of his head, sending him flying fade first into the table. The big girl looked like she was about to kill me, and by the looks of it, she could. The orange girl looked shocked that I did it, and maybe a little turned on? I wasn't sure but there was certainly a weird look in her eye. The blind, mute one sat down and ate her lunch, oblivious to what had happened. But the Galra girl with the horns and beautiful yellow eyes just stared at me with a shy smile. Her eyes beckoned me to leave before I got the life beat out of me, so I left, trusting that they wouldn't come after me.

But there were no real repercussions from my first and only incident. The next day I sat at the table Lotor, I had learned his name and the four other girls, had recommended I sit, and claimed it as my own.

And that's how life was, I occasionally met by Acxa's smile if we made eye contact or arrived at our bikes at the same time. Did I mention she also rides a hoverbike. Hers is a lot nicer than mine, with a slick black, blue, and orange paint job. But mine had character, and a sleek red shimmer that I refused to ever change.

So yeah, I'm Keith and I'm the resident loner, and I have been since I got here, and I was content to stay that way at least until after graduation. Senior year would hopefully go by with no problems.

Until she showed up at my table.

The best way to describe her would be that if Lotor was the self proclaimed "prince" of the school, she was the school's princess. "Hello Keith," she said with her beautiful smile, acting as if we'd been friends all our lives. I should've been surprised she knew my name, but we did share half our classes together, and two of them she sat in front of me.

"Allura," I said with little enthusiasm. It's not that I wasn't happy to see her, it's just that she had literally never spoken to me… like ever.

"How are you?" She asked and I knew she was up to something.

"What do you want?" I asked without looking at her.

"Well… as you know… the… the homecoming dance is coming up soon and I was wondering if you had a date yet?" She sounded nervous. That's when I glanced up and saw her face. Allura was playing with a strand of her hair, something she did regularly during tests. She wasn't sure of herself at the moment.

"Uhhh no. Actually I wasn't planning on going. And isn't it in like a month anyway," I admitted.

"Oh… well, would you consider going if you had a date?"

I knew where this was going, and to be honest I was surprised. Why me? "Uhhh yeah I guess. Why?" I knew why, but I still didn't really believe it. This had to be a prank.

"Well, would you be interested in going to the dance with me?"

"Uhhh… sure why not."

"Marvelous!" She said as she hastily wrote down her number and made me swear to text her tonight so we could work out the details and what she was going to wear. I had to match.

The end of the school day went fairly well, of course there were whispers about Allura asking me out. But like always, I ignored the whispers that always circulated around me. The rumours that I was gay, that I was adopted, that I was in a gang, that I lied about being half-glaran. All of it was just noise, and it didn't matter to me.

"So the princess huh?" A voice asked as I walked up to my bike. It was Acxa, cockily leaning on hers, waiting for me. "You know she's just using you."

That thought had come across my mind, but I chose to ignore my paranoia. "You know her and Lotor have had a very public on again off again relationship since freshman year."

"And?" I asked, finally acknowledging her. So far this was the longest conversation we ever had. Usually it went somewhere along the lines of "hi" "hey" and some awkward smiled and that was that. I had hoped that maybe we could be friends at some point, maybe even more than that. She was beautiful and nice to me, which most of the people I met weren't.

She rolled her eyes, "and… you're Lotor's least favorite person in the school. You humiliated him on your first day here and truthfully he hasn't gotten over it. He constantly complains about you to her. Until she caught him kissing another girl during one of their infamous "breaks". Since then they haven't spoken," she added, using quotation marks as she said breaks.

Shit.

"Why do you care? You don't give a shit about my feelings. If you did, you would've stood up for me everytime Lotor harassed me. Or spread those nasty rumours… Yeah I know it's him." I proclaimed, venom in my voice. I was angry. Angry that I didn't trust my gut, angry at Lotor for being a prick, angry at Allura for using me, and angry at Acxa for telling me the truth. She didn't deserve my anger, but she was there, and usually the ones that didn't deserve my anger often suffered the most. Before she answered, I revved my bike and took off.

But to my disbelief, she followed. She followed me all the way to his house before he realized it. "You don't get to talk to me like that," she shouted, causing me to nearly fall off my bike from the surprise.

"You followed me?" I accused her, this time not angry, more surprised.

"You don't get to blame me for things I have no power over. We're both just pawns in their stupid little games," she admitted. At first she was angry, but by the time she finished the last few words, I saw the hurt in her eyes. "I… I know why Lotor keeps me around. I've seen the look in his eyes when Allura sits with us and despises me. I'm there because I look good enough to make her jealous. I'm there so that if Allura leaves, he'll make her think that I will swoop in and replace her for good."

I didn't know what to say. This girl and I had barely ever spoken but here she was pouring her heart out to me in front of my house. There were tears in her eyes at this point. "And I was happy with that… until you showed up," now she sounded angry. "You ruined everything. You made Lotor show his true colors, and now I despise everything surrounding me."

Like the idiot I am, I stood there speechless, completely dumbfounded. Thank the Lord for my mom. "Keith! What are you doing just standing out here?" My mom surprised me, she was never home this early. "Oh…" she said, looking at Acxa. "I didn't realize you had a friend coming over."

I was going to say something when Acxa spoke, "that's okay," she had fixed her face, hiding the tears that had come before. But I could hear the pain in her voice. And I if I could, my mother certainly could. "I was just leaving."

"Nonsense," my mom responded. "Please come inside. I was just starting to make some dinner. There's plenty for a third."

By the looks of it, Acxa was embarrassed. I couldn't say I was handling my mom's request much better. "Please dear, don't deny my request. I'm just a single mother asking her son's beautiful friend to stay for dinner."

I internally groaned. "Mooom."

"No, no, you will not deny me. Keith you haven't had any friends come by and haven't told me about any new friends you made since Shiro. What's your name?"

"Ah.. Acxa."

My mother walked up and wrapped her arm around her and dragged her inside our house. "What a lovely name. Would you like anything to drink?"

As awkward as the night should've felt, I found myself smiling more than I had since I arrived. Acxa and my mom got along so well that I found myself to be a little jealous. Spending this much time happy, I had forgotten all about Allura and the dance drama. I even forgot to text her.

Once my mom announced that Acxa could finally leave, she pulled her in for a hug and told her she was welcomed back anytime. My mom bid us goodnight as Acxa and I sat on the couch watching TV. Once I was sure my mom was upstairs and not coming back down anytime soon, I turned to Acxa.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to her. "You're right, I didn't deserve to be mean to you. I'm just not used to people actually looking out for me. It's always been just me."

Acxa who had once been sitting at the opposite end of the couch was now a foot away from me. She was sitting in a typical Lotus position, her eyes digging holes into my heart. The glint from the television made her skin glow, it was beautiful. She was beautiful and dammit I was having a hard time trying not to listen to my quickening heartbeat. Her smile made me want to die, it was that beautiful.

"I… I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to drop all of my baggage on you." Suddenly my hand betrayed me and it made its way to hers. Surprisingly she didn't fight me on it. We sat there like idiots just smiling at each other, but it was perfect. Even though I knew my mom was watching us from the shadows upstairs, it was still perfect.

Eventually, the moon had risen well into the sky, and we both knew our time was over. I walked her to her bike, having made sure I got her number, using my mom as an excuse. "She would never let me hear the end of it if you never came back."

"Thank you Keith... for listening."

"Thank you… for helping. And if you want, I'd be more than willing to allow you at my table tomorrow .," I said back. And what she did sent my heart into a frenzy. Before my eyes, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'd like that," She smiled before mounting her bike and riding off.

The next day I was sitting at lunch, by myself. I wasn't surprised or hurt that Acxa didn't come sit. I knew it would be hard for her to leave everything she'd grown up with, but it still stung a bit.

"You didn't text me?"

Shit.

"Oh hey Allura. Uhh yeah about that…" I looked up to meet her gaze and she looked pissed.

"What the quiznack? I asked you to the dance and you can't even text me back?"

Now I was pissed. She was using me and thought she could just treat me like this, not today. "I would've if I wasn't told that you were just using me to piss off your boyfriend."

She stepped back, shocked at my words. "I… how… I-"

"And besides," another voice interrupted. It was Acxa, "he's going with me."

Allura gasped, "what?"

"I told him the truth. You're using him. Just like Lotor uses me. You're just trying to make each other jealous, and Keith deserves better," she swung her arm around me and smiled at Allura.

"Keith?"

"Well? Is it true? I mean you've never spoken to me until yesterday. You just showed up out of nowhere and asked me to the dance."

Allura was still speechless, but a few tears dropped down her face. I didn't mean to make her cry. "I-I'm sorry." And she took off for the bathroom.

"Shit," I muttered.

"I'll talk to her. We need to have a talk anyways," Acxa stood, planting another kiss on my cheek before leaving. If I wasn't so starstruck, I would have noticed that every single pair of eyes in the cafeteria were on me. But it didn't matter, Acxa had just stood up for me, something that hasn't happened since I was in sixth grade and Shiro who was in eighth defended me. Not only that, but she publicly kissed me, if only on the cheek.

She didn't come back by the time the bell rang so I went to class as if nothing happened. It wasn't until after school where I saw her waiting for me. "Hey," she said with a sad smile.

"Hi," I replied.

"I was wrong. Well I was right and wrong," she admitted, her eyes avoiding mine. "She asked you out because she thought you were cute. But also because it would infuriate Lotor. She didn't realize what it might do to you. So you should definitely call her. She wants to apologize and see if you still want to go to the dance with her."

I smiled, reaching my hand to her chin, making her look at me. "But I already have a date to the dance."

This time Acxa kissed me. Not on the cheek. "So do you want to come back to my house? I don't know if my mom will be there but she would certainly like it if you were. She would not stop raving about you."

And for the first time since yesterday, I saw her. I truly saw her, and this was the girl I was waiting for. She smiled on my chest as I held her in my arms, everything about it felt right.

"Soo… this is what you're leaving me for huh? After all we've gone through over the years. You're just going to toss it aside… for him!" Lotor's annoying voice said, interrupting our perfect moment.

Acxa defended me, now I knew that I would defend her. "Leave her alone," I said, stepping in front of her. I knew that Acxa was never one to back down, but she looked so small against Lotor's hate. "she's done being your puppet. She's tired of having to pretend that she likes who she is. She doesn't need you."

Lotor scoffed at me, "Why? Because she has you? You're nothing."

"No. She has me yes, but she doesn't need me. She doesn't need anyone, she is stronger than you give her credit for. You don't give Acxa enough credit, and that's your problem. Because if you did you'd see how incredible she really is."

He scoffed again, "Please. You've only known her for what? A day?"

I smirked at him, "and yet it only took me that long to see how great she is."

Under the circumstances, I should've seen the punch coming. It didn't hurt as much as it looked like, but it was powerful enough to drop me onto my knees. I tasted copper and as I stood to retaliate, I saw Acxa swing and knock him to the ground. "I don't need you anymore," she retaliated.

I watched as Lotor spit out some blood and scurried away, claiming that she'd be back.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, finally on my feet.

She turned to face me, the anger shown on her face turned quickly into concern and another look that I couldn't really dissect. "I should be asking you that." Her hand cupped my cheek as she examined my eye, no doubt it would blacken. It was a pretty solid hit. "Hopefully your mom isn't home, no doubt she'd have a million questions about this." She smiled and gently kissed my bruise. "Thank you," she whispered into my ear. She pulled back and chucked my helmet at me. "Now c'mon. I'll race you there."

I smiled widely at her, "you're on."

As we raced through the streets, I thought about the Acxa and the future. I didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow, but I knew that if I had Acxa by my side, everything was going to work out perfectly.

So this is long and tbh the one I was looking forward to the most. It was an honor to participate in this year's Kacxa week. I had so much fun and great job to everyone involved from creators to readers all of you are amazing. I hope to continue to read your future kacxa fics. Lord knows this ship is small, and we all need to support each other.

S/O to @zutara-kallura-scorptra @poorrichardslegacy @hunterguyveriv and everyone else who participated sorry that I didn't tag you.

#kacxa week 2019 #kacxa #vld kacxa #keith x acxa

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euroman1945-blog · 6 years

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The Daily Tulip

The Daily Tulip – News From Around The World

Monday 21st May 2018

Good Morning Gentle Reader…. Start of another week.. how quickly they come round.. We leave the house for our morning walk, after a great week end of beach time, never moving the car once.. We wander up the hill this morning, Bella catching some scent or other as she sniffs the morning air.. the little bats are wheeling and diving, mice with wings, my mother used to call them, regaling me with tales of when her sister got a bat caught in her long hair.. ah! The tales … even though there is not a cloud in the sky it feels a little humid this morning, …. Hope all is well where you are…

JAPANESE TRAIN DEPARTS 25 SECONDS EARLY – AGAIN…. A Japanese rail company has apologised after a train left a station 25 seconds early, the second such case in months. The operator said the "great inconvenience we placed upon our customers was truly inexcusable". If the details are anything to go by, customers are faced with slipping standards: a train last November left 20 seconds early while this time it was a full 25 seconds premature. As was to be expected, social media has been making the most of the story. Twitter post by @HarrisAzhari…What a shame Japan!!? Early departure for 25 second? What if I only can catch the train 4 seconds before departure!?? According to Japan Today, the train conductor thought his train was scheduled to leave Notogawa Station at 07:11 instead of the actual scheduled time of 07:12 on Friday. After closing the doors to the commuter train one minute early he realised his mistake and still could have averted the looming embarrassment. But as he couldn't spot any waiting passengers on the platform, he decided to go head and leave early - rolling out of the station 25 seconds ahead of time. Japanese trains have a reputation for extreme punctuality, and it turned out that there were indeed still people hoping to get onboard. Left on the platform, they complained to the rail operator and an official apology was issued shortly afterwards.

IS REMOVING 'ABORIGINAL' FROM BIRTH CERTIFICATES WHITEWASHING HISTORY?.... Garry Smith wants Western Australia to stop altering historical birth records. It was never a requirement, but back in the 1800s some clerks in Australia took it upon themselves to add notes about ethnicity to some birth certificates. As the BBC's Frances Mao in Sydney writes, a move to reverse that has generated a new problem. Garry Smith just wanted to complete a family tree documenting his Aboriginal heritage. However in 2013, when he retrieved the 19th Century birth certificate for his great-grandmother, he noticed a glaring omission: the word "Aboriginal" had been covered over. He asked authorities what had happened, and was told the word had been erased due to its "offensive" connotations. "Having somebody telling you it's offensive, I just stood there and felt a bit sick," he told the BBC. "Was I supposed to be embarrassed or ashamed to have Aboriginal heritage, ashamed of my father, and great grandparents?"

POPE WARNS NUNS TO USE 'SOBRIETY' ON SOCIAL MEDIA…. The Pope has issued instructions telling nuns to use social media apps "with sobriety and discretion". The document, titled Cor Orans, clarifies rules governing monastic life that were issued in 2016. It says the guidance is intended to safeguard silence and recollection. The document mentions "social communications" rather than specific apps, but Catholic newspaper the Tablet said that this referred to Facebook and Twitter among other services. The document says that discretion should apply to "the quantity of the information and the type of communication", in addition to the actual content of the media. An order of nuns in northern Spain made headlines last month after taking to social media to comment on a controversial case in Pamplona that saw a group of men accused of gang rape given what many regarded to be unduly lenient sentences. On their Facebook page (in Spanish), the Carmelite Nuns of Hondarribia defended the victim by pointing out the free choice they had made to live in a convent, to not drink alcohol or go out at night. "Because it is a FREE decision, we will defend with all means available to us (and this is one) the right of all women to FREELY do the opposite without being judged, raped, intimidated or humiliated for it," they added. The latest guidance is not thought to have come about as a result of that case; and this is not the first time the Catholic Church has issued guidelines on social media use for nuns. The original constitution on feminine monastic life, Sponsa Christi Ecclesia, was published in 1950 by Pope Pius XII, but Pope Francis expanded the document in 2016 to warn against digital culture's "decisive influence" on society. He urged nuns not to let digital media "become occasions for wasting time". The Vatican itself is a prolific tweeter. It has posted close to 15,000 messages on its news account and more than 1,500 times via the Pope's English-language official page. It also runs Facebook, Instagram, YouTube and Google+ accounts.

UK PRISONS 'AWASH' WITH SMUGGLED PHONES AND SIM CARDS…. "We are also taking decisive action to find and block mobile phones" - Prison Service spokesman. At least 15,000 mobile phones or SIM cards were confiscated in English and Welsh prisons last year, equivalent to one for every six inmates. Phones are used by some prisoners to order drugs and co-ordinate criminal activity inside and outside jail. A penal reform charity said the government had failed to tackle the root of the issue. The Prison Service said improved security measures had led to more confiscations. The BBC's Shared Data Unit compared figures for the period 2010-2014 and 2017 from ministers' answers to written questions in Parliament, Freedom of Information requests to prison services in Scotland and Northern Ireland and published prison population figures. A former prison worker, who spoke to the BBC on condition of anonymity, said: "They [mobile phones] are a huge problem - they make getting any kind of contraband in very easy. "They can sit all night with unlimited access to the internet and make voice calls. "The big part of being in jail is you are cut off and denied your liberty. With the spread of mobile phones that's completely irrelevant. "It's difficult to keep order in jail because staff are outnumbered. If prisoners don't take the authority seriously, it makes a joke out of the whole system. "People see [videos posted on social media from inside jail] and they are less frightened of jail, they think their mates are having a whale of a time." Mobile phones have been used by prisoners in recent years to orchestrate fatal revenge attacks, helped coordinate an armed, masked gang freeing a drug baron en route to court and by inmates flouting authority by broadcasting themselves live.

RUSSIA WORLD CUP: ARGENTINA 'FLIRTING MANUAL' PANNED…. The manual was issued to journalists, coaches and officials heading to the World Cup in Russia. The Argentine Football Association (AFA) has been panned for including a chapter about "how to stand a chance with a Russian girl" in a manual it handed to journalists travelling to the World Cup in Russia. It recommended that journalists "look clean, smell nice and dress well" in order to impress Russian "girls". It also urged them to treat women as "someone of worth". The advice caused an outcry on social media and the AFA has since removed it. The association apologised and said that an internal investigation had found that part of the material was "printed by mistake". The controversy comes just months after the Argentine capital, Buenos Aires, saw the biggest women's march in Latin America with protesters decrying rampant sexism and demanding an end to violence against women.

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Monday morning… …

Our Tulips today are just plain beautiful... if beauty can be defined as plain.....

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Monday 21st May 2018 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus

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Lost bet, lost dignity.

This story will involve nappy play, bondage, public humiliation, sex, gangbangs, bondage and abuse. Not for the faint hearted!! Its a cross of nappy's and bondage. The story revolves around Sam (the humiliated), Tom (Sam's bf), Ryan (the gang leader) and a variety of his friends. The first part is told from Sam's point of view and then its told from Ryan's point of view. There’s a poker game, Tom cant afford to play so has to offer Ryan something in exchange for staying in... and the rest as they say is history!! It takes a while to get going but i hope its worth it!

PART 1

(Sam's point of view)

Tom was stupid. What on earth possessed him to try and take on Ryan and his gang at poker. They had been to Vegas and back and were proper hustlers. But Tom needed the cash and Ryan was willing to play him. There was a regular tournament at Ryan's pub but this time it was high stakes. £100 buy in, 100 players, winner takes all. Tom was flying in it, down to the final table and with 4 players left he was 2ND highest chip stack. Then in one fell swoop Ryan showed his prowess by wiping out the other 2 goons. So there it was Ryan Vs Tom. Heads-up. They hated each other with a vengeance after Ryan had slept with me. The game ebbed and flowed with Ryan pretty much buying the blinds. Then Ryan called Tom all-in and Tom couldn't resist.

"Shall me make this a little more interesting, Tommy boy?" Said Ryan smugly.

"OK..." Tom replied sheepishly,

"I'm all in, plus a little added on top.... the pub as well..."

"And what am i supposed to put in? I only got a poxy one-bed-roomed flat and a pushbike!" replied Tom,

"SAM...for a fortnight...i and anybody i wish can do whatever we want with her!"

Tom looked at me and gave me the puppy-dog eyes! I nodded grimly at him whilst hastily signing a form the barman handed to me (which i would later live to regret!), I loved him and didn't want to let him down so the two men acknowledged. I hoped and preyed Tom had all the aces. I had heard of a previous poker game Ryan had played done exactly the same deal. The girl was humiliated and had the pics posted on the Internet. She was gang-banged, treated like a dog, made to be a maid and even nappied! I was nervous. Here i was sat at the bar of a dingy pub, surrounded by 5 of Ryan's mob wearing a low cut black top, my 32E breasts prominently on display and my white trousers accompanied by a pair of 6 inch high heels. I was a tall enough girl already at 5ft 10" but i felt domineering in these!

The moment of truth had arrived. Both men had showed there face cards...Ryan had AK suited, Tom JJ. The first three community cards were dealt, 9, 10, Queen. My heart was in my mouth, the turn came a 6. The dealer flipped the river, the ace of hearts. My heart skipped a beat, my head dropped and there was a clicking noise. One of Ryan's mob had handcuffed me to the bar. Tom looked at me as i had tears streaming down my face. i couldn't believe my boyfriend had pawned me in a bet and i was now at the mercy of this gang.

"Sorry Tom, but a bets a bet..." Snarled Ryan with that perverted look on his face...."Bye..."

And with that 2 of Ryan's gang removed Tom from the pub. He really didn't seem interested that he'd lost me for 2 weeks more bothered he'd missed out on the pub. I on the other hand was terrified. I was sobbing uncontrollably, i could only imagine what they were going to do to me.

Ryan approached like a blood thirsty animal. He tore my top away and fondled my breasts. As much as i wanted to hate it, i was very aroused as my nipples showed. He fondled me, pulled down my trousers and knickers and stood there with his gang admiring my body, my shaved pussy et al. I was then blindfolded, had a dog collar and leash attached around my neck and released from the cuffs. I was paraded up and down the pub every person in there giving me a good spanking before i was hoisted fireman's-lift style onto what felt like a pool table, flat on my back spread-eagle and scared. A spreader bar was attached to my legs and they were hoisted into the air with just my back on the table and my bum horribly exposed to anything. I really thought they were going to use me but all i felt was a pipe inserted in my bum and a warm liquid filling my bowels. I knew it was an enema and as i was grimacing in humiliation i could hear the lads topping it up with pint after pint of fluid. When the pipe was finally removed i felt so bloated and at any minute was going to pooh all over the table but i wasn't given the chance. I had a butt plug rammed in me. The humiliation continued as my blindfold was removed and there on the table next to me was a packet of pampers nappys. As Ryan pulled a nappy out and unfolded it i could make out a picture of Elmo.

Before the nappying began the lads took turns to pull a piece of paper out of box that went around, Ryan explained to them that some were just blank pieces whilst others had a specific task related to babying me! Lenny, a 6ft 3" coloured man with huge muscles had pulled out the 1st process. He strolled over to the table picked up a bottle of baby oil and with my legs still hoisted in the air i had baby oil rubbed over my bum and pussy. He took his time, sensually massaging the oil into my buttocks and pussy area with great pleasure. I was on the verge of orgasming but if i let go off an orgasm that butt plug would come out as well! Next up came Jay, 6ft very muscly and very aggressive with the powdering. He must have poured half the bottle between my buttocks and legs and rubbed it in vigorously. The next process was the dreaded nappying. Ryan unfurled it and placed it under my bum before taping it tightly across my bloated belly. I looked down in utter humiliation and tears began to well in my eyes. My legs were released and i was helped off the table and dragged by my leash into a corner and cuffed to the railing like a naughty child.

Here i was, 19 years old, naked but for a baby nappy kneeling in the corner of a dingy pub smelling like a baby and in desperate need to the toilet. The butt plug was making me feel uncomfortable and i could no longer control myself. I broke down crying, i blubbered like a baby. This drew the attention of the lads who had returned to there drinking session. They uncuffed me and started mocking me,

"Aaahhhhh poor baby. Does baby need her dummy? How about a nice toy to play with?" Jay commented pointing to his groin,

"Or does baby need to relief herself eh?" shouted Ryan "Come on baby tell me what you want or else its back to the corner!"

"I..I..." I really didn't want to say it but my stomach was aching and i felt like i was going to explode i managed to mumble...

"I need to relief myself." They all laughed at me. They knew what i wanted but humiliation was there plan, Ryan replied

"You need to do what? And you better reply properly Missy otherwise you'll be for it"

"I need to pooh daddy's" I cried out hoping this was a horrible dream. It was then i just sobbed and sobbed. My mascara was streaming down my face, I was shivering cold and belly gurgling.

My wish was granted. The boys took me outside to the beer garden. It was basic, a few chairs arranged around tables and an old steel bath tub in the corner. I was stood in the bath tub while the guys arranged there chairs to get a good view of me. The leash was attached to the wall and i stood there. I managed to stop crying enough to look up at them. The horrible feeling i had was that this was a baby nappy, no way was it going to hold the amount of pooh i had in me. Somebody had brought a video camera along to film. I just knew where that video was going to go! The light from the camera blinded me a little and I couldn't see who was approaching me but i felt them fiddle with my nappy and the voice explained,

"Baby, your butt plugs coming out. But don't you dare poop yourself. We'll tell you when you can go. Understand?"

I nodded my head in agreement and out it was pulled. My nappy was readjusted. I was on the verge of poohing, the grimace on my face said a thousand words. I was struggling and could feel little by little seeping out. All i heard was,

"5...4...3...2...1....go"

I just released myself. Wave after wave of diarrhoea filled my nappy. It was everywhere, all up my back, all down my legs oozing out of my nappy which miraculously managed to stay on. I must have had 4 or 5 massive pushes before i managed to regain myself and look up again. I looked into the camera and the tears formed again. Not before another wave released it from me. It was horrible. I looked down and was stood in about 3 inches worth of pooh. It smelt foul, like a sewer. I tried to clamber out but the leash restricted my movement. After the lads had finally stopped laughing and calling me 'shit-girl' or 'sammypoopoo' they disappeared inside to refill there drinks whilst i stood there accompanied by the sound of pooh dripping down my legs. 10 minutes later and the boys returned with more drinks and a bag which i knew contained the nappys.

"Turn around shit-girl and spread your legs" Mike commanded. He had obvious got the job of having to clean me up. As i turned around and spread my legs, he grabbed at my very full nappy and ripped it off, it slumped into the bath tub accompanied by more pooh dripping down my buttocks and legs. Mike then fired up the hosepipe which was going to be used to clean me up.

"Please wait....i.. i need to do something." I squatted down in the bath tub and to the sound of many giggles i weed. Once I'd finish the blast from the hosepipe sent me of balance and i kneeled in the bath tub. Mike continued soaking me and made me stand on all 4 fours outside the tub whilst he grabbed the sweeping brush and used it to clean my bum. It was painful, it scraped my buttocks and back. The rest of the lads grabbed sponges and buckets of water and took it in turns to scrub me and wash me down. Strangely, i found this kind of a relief. I felt loved and caressed. Ever part of my body was washed including my hair and face. Ryan then took control and carried me inside back to the pool table as it was starting to rain. HE left me there for a bit as he said his respects and goodbyes to the other lads who were going home. I over heard them say they would be back tomorrow.

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