Emily Abroad by imanewb Emily Abroad - All Washed Up Worse? Emily’s thought, how could things possibly get any worse? I’ve been drugged, infantilised, and utterly humiliated, again! I’m a laying here naked in the middle of a crowded plane, stuck in a giant trash bag and covered in a disgusting mess, a complete laughingstock. Her thoughts darkened rapidly, yes… things could get worse, the attendants had both disappeared somewhere… were they going to leave her here like this? Shuddering at the prospect she curled tighter around herself, bag clamped tight by straining fingers. “Oh my God! What the hell’s wrong with you? Stand up this instant, are you even listening to me?” An irate woman demanded, pulling at Emily’s arm, “What is that… NO! I mean, no, for the love of… don’t let go of the bag… oh…” The barrage of words died into an awkward silence as Helen reappeared and spoke softly into her colleague’s ear. “Well, I should have been informed!” The woman huffed out, dismissing Emily as a problem for someone else to deal with, “Get this mess cleaned up and see if you can salvage the seat. I’ll have Anne check to see if anything else is free.” “Congratulations kiddo,” Helen said with a wink as the other woman stormed off, “you’ve just survived your first encounter with a dragon but let’s, umm,” she finished quietly, glancing over her shoulder, “keep that little nickname to ourselves, eh?” Emily didn’t respond, couldn’t – what was there to say anyway? For all she cared, Helen could have called her supervisor a flat-out bitch. Listening to Helen talk wasn’t getting her any cleaner, or dressed but, she knew, pissing her off by bringing any of that up was unlikely to speed things along either. With a resigned sigh, Emily stood waiting to be cleaned up like a little kid. Honestly, at this point, she was just relieved the woman had actually come back, but wished she would get on with it so this nightmare could finally end. Emily wearily watched Helen’s back as the woman dug around in her bag, hopefully preparing to scrub her down, perhaps if the woman could just stop talking and concentrate... Helen turned back to her, and Emily’s eyes widened in alarm. She drew in a sharp breath when she noticed the thick rubber gloves, remembering what had happened back at the airport. "Don't worry about it honey," Helen said, misreading Emily's expression, "this is nothing, you should see some of the things I've had to do over the years, and look, I found you a spare shirt too…” “But what…,” Emily, croaked out, confused... why had they stripped ‘her’ old top off like that, if they’d had something clean she could use? It hadn’t been much, but at least it had kept her partially covered… “…so you'll be just fine! And there’s no need to scowl, I’ll get the worst off,” she continued not hearing, or ignoring Emily's question as she put words into action, “and as you’re being such a big, brave girl the pilot says you can have a quick shower up in first…” Emily winced, pushing her knees further apart automatically as the rough cloth scraped over her kitty, nice? Fine? Emily wondered as the woman babbled on, did she honestly expect her to be happy after being stripped and scrubbed like this, after being left displayed in the middle of a crowded plane for the whole world to see? “… nearly done,” she grunted with an effort that lifted Emily to her tiptoes, “just be glad you don’t have any hair down here yet, it would’ve been awful getting this muck out of that, would have had to shave it off probably…” Somebody snorted a laugh. Emily shook and the tears that had been threatening started dripping down her face again. Wasn’t it bad enough that everyone was watching the attendant treat her like a baby, could see just how flat and ugly she was? Did the woman really have to announce her lack of development down there to the rest of the passengers too? “…OK, ready for that shower?” Helen beamed up at her, “The pilot made a special exception just for you! How cool is that? Normally, it’s only for over twelves, but when he heard, well, he… What’s the matter honey?” Helen’s voice trailed off as she seemed to notice Emily’s grimace and the tears running down her face for the first time, “Does somebody need a hug?” “No!” Emily jerked backwards, “Just… just…” There was so much she wanted to say to the woman, unable to find the words to ask how she could treat her this way, as if her feelings didn't matter, as if her dignity was of no consequence… “Well, I guess we should get going then.” Helen said grabbing a towel. A real smile formed on Emily’s face at the prospect of being covered up for the first time in what felt like forever, even if it was only a ratty old towel. And she was clean, well cleaner, a shower would take care of the rest. It was almost enough for her to forgive the bumbling flight attendant; she’d only been doing her job after all. “Make sure you wipe your feet well,” Helen said, dropping the towel beside the trash bag, “and I’ll take you to the showers.” Emily’s carefully stepped onto the towel; one hand holding the back of a seat, the other pressed firmly over her crotch while she scraped her soles against the coarse material. She looked expectantly at the older woman as she tied off the trash bag and sealed it in a bright orange ‘biohazard’ sack. Her smile froze and disappeared as Helen stared at her blankly, “Ready?” she asked a few heartbeats later. “But I’m naked,” Emily softly protested, “I don’t the whole plane to see me like this! It was bad enough…” “Oh, stop worrying,” Helen interrupted matter-of-factly, “nobody cares about little kids running around naked, so come on, let’s…” “Stop!” Emily had reached her breaking point, there was no way she was going to walk through the rest of the plane baring herself to the rest of the passengers, “Nobody cares? Nobody? I care! Now will you stop treating me like a little kid and give me something…” “Oh, don’t be in such a hurry to grow up,” Helen spoke over the top of whatever Emily was saying, thinking about her own kids around the same age, “there’s no need to be so shy, it’s not like you have anything worth covering yet… in a few years, maybe, when you’ve developed a bit…” ‘Mom mode’ fully engaged, Helen easily pulled Emily’s outstretched hand from the seat it was resting against and started tugging her along the aisle… continuing her rant about the evils of the tween and teenage years that Emily could look forward to over the coming years. The woman was strong. Emily had little choice but to follow, unless she was ok with being dragged along the floor. OK, maybe Helen wouldn’t go that far, but it was a risk Emily didn’t want to take. She crouched over to make herself small, hand clamped over her kitty, hiding as much as she possibly could as she waddled along behind the flight attendant. Head down with her chin pressed to her chest, Emily felt like she could barely breathe, her face flamed brilliant red from the mixture of anger and humiliation she was feeling. All thoughts of forgiveness forgotten as they travelled further along the cabin, accompanied by the ceaseless monologue; Emily wondered how this woman dared do this to her? Anger was quickly displaced by shame as they climbed some stairs to the very top of the plane. Emily stumbled over the top step, briefly distracted by the wide-open space she’d just entered… surprised that such a space even existed, landing on her knees in front of a smartly dressed man about her dad’s age. His eyes flicked over her body, taking in her nakedness, the tear tracks staining her face, her heaving chest. Emily blushed crimson, frozen by his gaze and his lecherous grin. Helen pulled her roughly to her feet, pulling her past the man, indifferent to the crowd’s incredulous stares, "Don't mind us," she called out, "just passing through." All conversation around her died so completely that Emily thought she would’ve have been able to hear a pin drop, if it weren’t for the engines or the blood rushing through her ears that is. Every head swivelled to watch the naked girl’s progress. She could feel their eyes burning into her back as she passed, could hear their laughs and their cruel mockery as they shamelessly discussed her body. Helen dragged her through the lounge and past rows of enormous seats to the very front of the plane trailed by a few curious passengers, stopping only when they could go no further. “There, we’re here,” Helen announced smugly, “and don’t you feel silly over all that fuss… I doubt anybody even noticed!” Emily didn't know where to start, "I can't believe... What are you... How can you just..." she spluttered, struggling to get a complete sentence out, “You doubt…? Who the fuck are they then?” She finally demanded, anger and humiliation clear in her voice, turning to wave at the small crowd of very happy looking men who’d followed them. The guy from the stairs was there, of course, right at the front of the crowd showing brilliant white teeth in a perfect smile as he ran his eyes over her body again. Emily felt about six inches tall when his gaze drifted past her chest without so much as a moment’s pause, coming to rest a little lower. Somebody coughed, breaking the moment, and his eyes snapped back to hers. He actually had the nerve to wink and give her a little wave, talking to himself as he turned away from the glaring girl. “...tty cun…” She didn’t catch it all, but as the fragment registered an icy chill spread down Emily’s back. ‘No, no, no, not again,’ she thought as she looked down. She’d let her temper get the better of her, she realised, and flashed the crowd of perverts. She whirled back round, her free hand flying back to cover her poor exposed kitty, her fiery blush spreading from her face down past her chest, evidence of her growing mortification plain for all to see. Helen stood speechless for a change; her eyes crinkled in confusion as she looked on, almost as if she couldn’t understand why anyone would have any interest in the naked girl in their midst! The cough snapped her mind back to the problem at hand. "Umm," she glanced around, looking taken aback by the way they appeared to be ogling the girl in her charge, "you, uhh, gentlemen should, uhh, get back to your seats," she finished weakly, looking over the heads of the assembled group and waving, not quite franticly, someone over, “Timmy, if you would.” Helen let out a relieved sigh. Some of the passengers had grumbled, but they’d all started walking back before Timmy had to get involved. She dropped Emily’s hand to give him a grateful pat on the shoulder, "Thanks sweetie,” she said, “I think we'll be ok now. Grab your shower Emily, be quick – you’ll only get water for five minutes, ‘k?” Emily didn’t need to be told twice, locking the door behind her without looking back she only caught Timmy’s first few words before the bathroom door cut her off from the outside world. It wasn’t long before Emily stood dripping in the small shower stall, biting her lip in frustration. The minty shower gel the airline stocked smelled great and was very, umm, refreshing… it had her kitty purring and her poor titties tingling in seconds. An itch she was dying to scratch but, she wondered, should she, could she… She hadn’t played with herself since the party, the memories of that weekend still haunted her, made her terribly ashamed and disgusted with herself. But the heat and the mint felt so good, and she was truly alone here. Her stepmother couldn’t accidentally wander in and catch her in the act this time, wouldn’t be there to follow through with her threats. Emily blushed thinking how naughty it would be to do it here at thirty thousand feet, as her fingers brushed against a rapidly stiffening nipple without any conscious thought on her part. A low moan slipped past her lips as the other hand dipped to pet the cat. Her breath grew ragged as her fingers fluttered rapidly against her sensitive little clitty, her legs trembled and her back arched, pushing her further into the pulsing spray. Her hips bucked as a tidal wave of sensation started spreading from her groin, she was close, oh so close. Her kitty was purring so loudly now any worries that someone outside might hear were forgotten. She screamed as the hot water clicked off, icy cold spray splashed over her thighs and her exposed sex, collapsing against the stall wall as she came harder than ever before. "Oww!" she mumbled, her hand flopping away from her kitty on a noodle like arm, trying to reach the back of her head. Little bolts of pleasure and pain continued shooting through her core until the water cut off completely leaving her breathing hard, satisfied and completely spent. “Well,” a man’s voice echoed in the tiny room, “I guess I don’t have to ask if you enjoyed the shower.” A little yelp escaped her lips when the words reached her ears through her endorphin haze. Her knees only twitched when she tried to push them together leaving her splayed out in front of a man her eyes were struggling to find. Her head flopped forward when gentle hands lifted her out of the shower, shiny shoes and black pant legs swam in front of her eyes as she trembled in fear, the realisation that she’d been caught playing with herself slowly settling in. And by a man no less! "Come on now,” he said softly, wrapping a towel around her, “no need for tears… let’s just get you dried and presentable.” He continued, treating her like a wounded animal ready to strike out. Moving slowly, talking to her softly as he dried and started dressing her, “Hush now, you’re fine,” he said, “I’m just glad you wasn’t hurt… when I heard you scream like that…” he rapidly changed the subject when he felt her stiffen, “but, it doesn’t matter, here we go, got you moved up here, thought you could use a change of scenery…” he continued as he half led, half carried Emily back into the first class cabin. If her eyes had been open Emily would have been impressed by the size of the bed she was lowered onto but, emotionally and physically exhausted, and soothed by man’s gentle voice she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.