Markle is still not satisfied

While Vanessa cried her eyes out over her hair, that was now on the floor surrounding her, Madam Markle did some thinking. "Hoist her up into the air." Markle ordered the arms. Vanessa was suddenly untied from the chair and yanked back up so she was dangling infront of Markle, while also above the pink potty.

Vanessa still cried for a few awkward minutes; Madam Markle had her hands on her hips waiting for something. "Well? Are you gonna poop or what?" Markle asked, her patience with Vanessa was running thin. "I...I can't...not while you're watching..." Vanessa mumbles between tears. "Well this is just ridiculous! You were so keen on telling people how much you love doing it but when it comes to actually performing you're trash!"Markle taunted.

"Stick her butt out for me." Markle ordered the arms. Vanessa was spun around and then pushed forward by her shoulders so her butt was in complete view for Madam Markle. "Hmm I can't see why you're not pooping." Markle mumbled as she fondled with Vanessa's butt. "Well I'm not quite sure what to do about this, so I'll have to contact a few people and maybe get some things installed. We can't have our plaything not be able to do the one thing she needs to!" Markle complained.

The arms positioned Vanessa so she was back face to face with Markle. "While I go and sort that out, why don't you take my plaything to the balcony. I think you need to tell the people out there what you are now!" Markle instructed, standing up from her inspection of Vanessa's big butt. "What? No no please I can't do that! I don't even know what to say!" Vanessa complained, she'd finally stopped crying.

"Nonsense!" Markle chipped in. "I think what you said at my front door that got you into this situation will suffice, but make sure everybody knows it's you, my arms will give you a note to read out. Now chop chop!" The arms carted Vanessa away, taking her down the main corridor and up some stairs. Vanessa was being carried too fast for her to notice any details, as all the doors upstairs were closed. The arms took the naked Poopy Plaything down the upstairs corridor and through a set of double doors.

Vanessa was suddenly thrusted forward and dangled out the front of the house. She could almost see the whole carnival, with all the bright colourful lights and the scenery. Then she realised all the people below could see her naked short haired body dangling for all to see. People laughed and pointed at her. "Ladies and gentlemen, Vanessa Sinclair has a few words to say!" The robotic voice bellowed all across the carnival.

A crowd of all adults quickly gathered around the house, looking up at the naked Vanessa. "Oh my god that's Vanessa Sinclair!" People were taunting. "Holy shit her hair looks atrocious! Hahahaha not quite the beauty queen anymore!" Vanessa hung her head in shame, is this what people really thought of her? She thought to herself.

A mechanical arm suddenly appeared infront of her face, holding the note Markle wanted Vanessa to announce. "Um. I...--"

"LOUDER!" The mechanical voice interrupted Vanessa's mumbling.

"I Vanessa Sinclair am a...Poopy bitch, I'm so pathetic I poop myself all day long. I no longer hold any title except 'Pooper'. And I will forever be plaything to Madam Markle!" Vanessa read loudly from the note, she just wanted to get this over with, not to mention how Markle would react if she refused to do it. Vanessa felt it best to keep on Markle's good side until she can find a way out of this. She'd already lost most of her hair forever, and she didn't want to lose anything else.

The crowd were in fits of laughter, most people had filmed it and were already posting it to all social media sites. Vanessa was definitely about to be the face of all news, for all the worst reasons ever. She was left to dangle there infront of the crowd for about 15 minutes, where the crowd finally grew tired of teasing her and left.

"Madam Markle is ready for you." The robot voice announced to a defeated Vanessa.