Log Entry Number: 38
a game of fizzbin?
"Fucktoy if you're going to wear clothing do it properly. Put them boobies
where they belong." Snapped Al.
Edna squeezed her throbbing coned breast back into the gown's breast cups. As
her mother, raced pass her she heard a loud clang on the deck. Looking towards
the sound Edna saw the throttle that had been up her mother's ass lying on the
deck.
"HALT!" Al bellowed.
Susan stopped running and stood panting heavily.
"Fucktoy, give Titless both bottles to drink."
Edna held one of the bottles of dirty soapy dishwater to her mother's lips,
as Al left the compartment again. Susan guzzled down the water that her daughter
offered. She was just finishing the first bottle when Al returned. When Susan
finished the second bottle Al's giddy voice rang out.
"Fucktoy, mommy dropped something put it back.
Edna picked the throttle up off the deck spoke to her mother firmly. "Titless
Wonder, bend over, lift your gown and spread your ass cheeks." Edna slid the
balled end of the throttle against the star shaped splinter of her mother's
rectum. She was about to push the throttle into her mother's ass when Al Chirped
"Fucktoy stop! It seem that mommy is a bit careless. It seems to me that she
needs a little help. Here put this on what mommy dropped." Al handed Edna a tube
of super glue. "Make sure you coat the ball and shaft with a generous amount."
Al watched Edna carry out his instructions. "That's it Fucktoy, now in one swift
move replace the throttle in mommy's poop chute."
Edna lined the super glue dripping throttle up with her mother's anus then in
one swift movement she shoved the throttle all the way in her mother ass.
Al leaned on Susan's back and drummed his fingers along her back for a few
minutes "Ok Fucktoy, take the throttle out." Giggled Al.
Edna pulled on the throttle it didn't budge.
"Go ho Fucktoy pull really hard."
Susan winced every time her daughter pulled on the throttle. Edna couldn't
see any movement in the throttle as she pulled on it as she tried to dislodge
the throttle. But to Susan it felt like her guts were being pulled out every
time her daughter yanked on the throttle. WHACK! Susan dropped to her knees from
the impact of Al's hand across her rump.
"Will Fucktoy I guess mommy wants to really keep the throttle this time. Now
let's see where were we? O-Ya! I remember!" Al reached down grabbed the throttle
and jerked Susan up on her toes. "We were testing mommies hi gear! Start pumping
bitch!"
Susan took off running as Al let go of the throttle. Susan's pussy lips were
stretched and twisted as her thighs caused the weight hanging from her pussy
lips to bounce around as she ran. Before as she ran Susan could feel the
throttle move slowly downward then pop out, but now the throttle stayed lodge
deep up her rump and pulled on her rectal lining as she ran; and God, how her
pussy burned.
"Bitch your daughter can't see the improvements in your suspension. Hoist
that skirt up."
As she continued to run Susan gathered the flowing skirt of her gown up over
her hips. Now everyone in the compartment could see the end of the throttle
sticking out of her ass and the weights hanging from her pussy lips, bounce
around.
From the couch Al smiled evilly as he looked at Edna. She had such a
delightful, mournful expression plastered on her face as she watch her mother
run around the mess deck. Al glance down at the empty bottles in her hands and
his grin, widen. "Fucktoy! Get your buns over here and kneel."
Edna scurried over to Al and knelt between his legs.
"Fucktoy, you've got a new protocol to follow." Al place slipknots in the
fishing lines attached to the fishhooks in Edna's breasts. Giggling as he spoke,
"Fucktoy, from now on you are no longer allowed to carry food stuff or drinks
with your hands. You are to attach them, (Tugging on the fishing lines.) to
these and carry the foodstuff and drinks that way only. Taking the bottles from
her hands Al placed the slipknot over the top of the bottles and tightened the
nooses.
Edna now had two empty bottles hanging from her breasts. Other than bouncing
against each other as Al thumped them with his index finger, Edna hardly notice
them at all.
"Regardless of what other food stuff or drink you are carrying you are to
keep these two bottles on you at all times for emergencies. Now go fill them
then get your ass back here pronto."
Now the full bottles were tugging painfully at her breasts as they swayed.
She scurried back to Al. After dropping to her knees in front of Al he hooked
the three beers that he didn't drink by the plastic holder over the neck of the
bottle hanging from Edna's left breast.
"These are hot, get me six cold ones."
Edna scurried off to the food reefer. As she was getting Al his beer Gloria's
blood curling screams rang out.
Al stopped his smashing of Gloria's breasts to take one of the cans of beer
that were hanging from Edna's left breast. Holding the beer in front of Edna's
face for her to open it with her teeth. "Titless come here!"
Susan stood next to her daughter, in front of Al panting heavily, as Al
sipped the beer in his hand.
Al jammed the open beer can into Edna's mouth. Then slammed the tabletops
together smashing Gloria's breast. As Gloria screamed Al retrieved his beer can
from Edna's mouth and gulped it down. After Gloria's screams die down Al asked,
"Fucktoy, do you know why Quack is having her boobies milked and why she was
being dried out earlier?
Edna nervously glanced at Gloria bound atop the table with her bruise and
battered breasts hanging down between the tabletops and the image of Gloria
hanging from her breasts earlier. "No, Al My Lord and Master, I don't why Quack
Bitch has be so honor."
"Well you see Quack decided on her own that she would rather help Sweet Pea
with her fuel oil moving project rather then provided nutritious milk for myself
and my brothers meals. So Quack decided to atone for her indiscretions with
these two activities. Quack has also agreed to another activity with her boobies
for missing another meal as she hung around watching the hot cunt lapping show
you and mommy put on.
Edna shuddered as the image of Gloria hanging bound to the "T" with her
breast squished between two boards.
"But that's for latter. Now we need to finish milking." Al tossed the empty
beer can at Susan then grabbed the tabletop and shoved. Just before the
tabletops smashed into Gloria's breasts Al stopped and with mock exhaustion
spoke, "Whew! This is sure hard work I would rather be having a little fun
instead. Fucktoy! What do you say to playing a few rounds of Fizzbin?"
Edna had no idea what Fizzbin was or how it was played. But Edna was sure
that she was not going to like it. However she responded to Al enthusiastically
"Yes Al My Lord and Master, I would love to play Fizzbin."
"Great! Lets see Quack still needs ten more pressings. What do you say we
play ten hands of Fizzbin? For every hand you win we'll deduct a pressing from
Quacks tally. Hmmm, lets see now what do we do if you do if you by chance happen
to loose a hand? What's that Titless? My, that sounds like a swell idea, we'll
do it. Hear that Fucktoy, mommy wants you to hang another sixteen ounce weight
from her nasty twat lips for every hand you lose." Taking another beer hanging
from Edna's breast and having her open it with her teeth. "Well lets get started
then, shall we."
Al dealt out ten cards face up. Edna wound up with four queens with an Ace
kicker; Al got 2,5,6,8 and a king.
Edna was pleased thinking that she had save Gloria one of the rounds of her
breasts being crushed, with such a strong hand.
"Well, well, will you look at that; you have four bitches and I have a king.
KING rules! I win!" Al held a canvas bag out to Edna as he burst in to laughter.
Edna's sprites plummeted as she reached in to the bag and took out a weight
and hung it from her mother's left pussy lip. Al dealt the cards again without
shuffling. Edna got two pairs 10's over 3's, while Al's cards showed 2,4,7,9 and
a jack.
"Golly gee whiz! Will you look at that? I have a one-eye jack that makes my
hand a royal Fizzbin. I win!" Giggled Al as he held the canvas bag towards Edna.
Edna groaned to herself as she added a weight to her mother's right pussy lip.
The rest of the deals played out in similar fashion. Edna would receive a
very strong poker hand while Al's would have been totally worthless in a real
poker game. But with Al's Fizzbin rules, Al always wound up winning.
When Edna finished hanging the tenth weight from her mother's right pussy
lip. Al barked. "TITLESS! PUT IT INTO HI!"
With tears streaming down her face, Susan took off running with twelve pounds
of lead stretching and twisting her pussy lips.
Chuckling as he pulled another can of beer off of Edna's breast and having
her open it with her teeth. Then he lay down on the couch with his beer and the
bag of pretzels. "My, my Fucktoy! We did have a run of bad luck. Oh well better
luck next time. But right now I think Quack is waiting for you to finish her
milking. You are to wait until she stops her sweet bird song between each
pressing.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" Gloria screamed as her breasts were smashed
between the tabletops. The pain ripping through her breasts was madding.
Starting on the day that the Andersons boarded the Random Access her breasts had
been continuously tortured. Starting with her breasts being bloated with frigid
goat milk that was force pumped in to them. To having a five-gallon jug hung
from her breasts and pussy lips then filled with fuel oil. She had spent over
eight hours moving jug after jug in that manor.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" Her reward for that horrid task was to be hung on
the "T" and have her large full breasts that were still bloated with milk
squeezed nearly wafer thin. She was kept in that position for nearly a full day
because she missed serving Al and his brothers the milk in her breasts for two
meals. Then Al once again punishment for the two missed meals as he very nearly
hung her completely from her breasts and now having her breasts smashed between
the tabletops.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" There were other parts of her body that were
horribly tortured. Like having her pussy grappled with fishhooks and spread out
like a butterfly. And the Sink The Eight Ball contest, the severe whippings of
her breasts and cunt, the time that she spent on the exercise cycle.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" Even during what pass for rest time in the Toybox
her breasts were tortured. As goat milk was pumped back in her breasts as she
hung upside down in the bone chilling Toybox reefer. Normally the milk
dispensing duty was split up between all of the female captives. The number of
them was constantly changing. But each day the captive who had to supply milk
would change. However after Edna had suckled on her breast Al bound her breasts
very tightly to check them. When a few drops of milk dripped out of her breasts
Al had sentence her to a solid week of being the only milk dispenser for
hoarding food.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" As her breasts were smashed again Gloria was
grateful that it was Edna that was now slamming the tabletops together. Though
agonizing pain still ripped through her breasts, Edna was smaller and weaker
then Al. Even tough Edna was trying her best, she could only generate a third of
the force that Al could. Edna's near exhausted state also contributed to amount
of force that she could deliver. Gloria was truly grateful.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" Gloria was also grateful that Al allowed her to
scream. It was a small allowance. It really didn't relive any of the pain that
she was suffering. However mentally it helped to scream out loud freely. Gloria
knew that Al wasn't being kind to her by allowing her to scream. Al simply loves
to here the torturous agonizing screams of his victims. Unlike Robert, who
wanted complete silence when he tortured. It was Robert who had jammed a hand
full of Edna's soiled panties into her mouth when he had hung her by her breasts
earlier. Screaming into a gagged mouth just was not as satisfying as screaming
out loud.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!"
"BEER!!" Edna scurried over to Al who removed one of the beers from her left
breast and held it up for her open it with her teeth. Al took one sip then
grunted, "Ugh! This shit is hot! (Shoving the beer can deeply up Edna's twat
until it disappeared into her fuck tunnel.) Get me some cold ones.
As Edna scurried off to the food reefer she felt beer slush out of the can in
her pussy. The beer worked its way around the can to drip out of her cunt to the
deck. Which, her father wiped up as she dragged him behind her. Edna left the
can of beer up her twat, as she exchanged the remaining warm beers hanging from
her left breast with a cold six-pack.
Edna's leg muscles were twitching violently from near exhaustion. She didn't
know how much longer she could remain on her feet with her father hanging from
her rump. But she knew she didn't want Al's retribution so she stood there in
front of Al on trebling legs as she popped open a can of beer with her teeth.
Al took a sip of beer then giggled, "Quack is waiting!"
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!"
"Titless! If your having trouble staying in HI, we can hoist you back op on
the rack and relube you!"
Though she was exhausted and her pussy lips felt that were being ripped off
by the weights as they bounced around, Susan increased her running pace.
"AAARRRGGG! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!" Gloria shuddered as she felt Al's hand between
her legs, and stroked her pussy.
SMACK! THUD!
Edna crumpled to the deck from Al's blow to her gut. As she lay on the deck
with beer gurgling out of her pussy Al kicked her out of his way. So he could
grab the tabletop. With all force of his rested male might, Al slammed the
tabletops together.
It took Gloria a few moments to realize that it wasn't her body being hit
that she had herd. She let out a deep sigh of relief. Then suddenly,
"AAARRRGGG!!!! EEEKKKKEEEKKK!!!!" Every thing flashed red and starbursts
exploded in her eyes as Al smashed her breasts for the final "milking" Gloria's
vision tunneled down then blackness as the Sandman scooted Gloria to the Land of
Nod.
Collapsing to the deck with side ripping laughter Al worked his hand under
Edna gown and punched into her snatch. "Whoa! What's this Fucktoy?"
"Al My Lord and Master it's a can of hot beer that I'm holding for you,."
Gasped Edna.
Laughing even harder Al pulled his hand out of Edna's twat and pounded his
fist on her pussy mound until he felt the aluminum can that was in side Edna's
twat crush. "Fucktoy! Release Quack!" Chuckled Al as he got to his feet.
Edna thighs and calves twitched and burned as she struggled to her feet, and
begin releasing the unconscious form of Gloria from her bondage atop of the mess
hall table.
"Titless! Do you have to pittle?"
The four liters of water that she had drunk earlier was giving her cramps and
was threatening to burst her bladder. "Yes My Lord and Master, I need to pittle
badly." Panted Susan as she ran past Al.
"Well there is a waste receptacle just behind your daughter. Open it up and
use it." Al watched Susan start to squat over her husband face. "TITLESS!! Face
this way and let me see that snatch."
Susan groaned as she turned around, spread her legs wide and pulled her gown
skirt up high.
"That's better, Titless! FAGGOT if I see a single drop of golden juice on my
deck, your wife will stomp on your arms ten times every hour on the hour for
three strait days. TITLESS! Proceed!"
Susan reached down between her legs. Yank the duct tape off of her husband's
mouth. As she bore down Susan's urethral prominence pooched out from between her
stretched pussy lips as piss streamed out into her husband's mouth. Who, gulped
down the piss. Susan turned beet red as she saw Al's eyes fixed on her twat as
piss gush out of it.
"STOP!"
Susan instantly cut off her piss flow.
"Titless get your lard ass over here and present that nasty twat to me."
Susan raced over to Al and thrust her groin towards him. Al jammed his fist
up Susan's cunt and pinched down on her piss duct. He zipped his nails down the
entire length of the greasy spongy tube before popping his hand back of her
cunt.
"Piddle!"
Susan raced back over and squatted over her husband's face. She winced and
cringed as her urine rushed through her just zipped urethra. She wanted to stop
pissing but she didn't dare to. She was grateful as the last droplets fell into
her husband's mouth.
Al roared "Put it into HI, Titless!" Susan stood up and took off running once
again.
When her mother took off running Edna turned around and face Al. "Al My Lord
and Master, I have finish untying Quack Bitch."
"Is she awake or snoozing?" Snapped Al as he stood up.
"Al My Lord and Master. Quack Bitch is still snoozing."
"Wait right there and keep your peppers on mommy, until I get back. And let's
see that snatch of yours." Snapped Al as he exited the compartment.
Edna pulled the front of her gown up exposing her pussy as she looked at her
mother. It was a totally ludicrous scene, a fully grown, women running around
the mess deck like a track star in an expensive evening gown. If that wasn't
laughable enough in it's self the fact that this fully grown women was holding
the skirt of the expensive gown up in front so all had a excellent view of her
snatch. And the twelve pounds of weights that pulled, twisted, and stretched the
associated lips as they bounced around as she ran.
Edna blushed in pure shame, if this fully grown, women who was her own mother
look ludicrous. She could just image how much more ludicrous her appearance was.
Standing in an equality elegant and expensive evening gown that was torn,
stained and full of grease and grim. She also was holding the front of her gown
up so all could see her bald snatch that had a beer can peeking out of it. Her
gown was also hiked up in the rear do to her father who was strapped to her
rump. In front of the gown just below the bosom a couple of two liter bottles
and five cans of beer hung threatening to pull her tightly wrapped breasts out
of the gown's breast cups. The brands on her chest and forehead were visible for
all to see.
Edna smelt the strong ammonia aroma of smelling salt. Then she heard Gloria
coughing and moaning that turned to screams, as the smelling salt took effect.
"Well, well welcome back Quack! Up on your feet or we'll milk your boobies
thirty more times." Chuckle Al.
Gloria scooted off the table and stood on wobbly legs. She almost fell to the
deck but caught herself on the edge of the table.
"Quack! If you're having trouble keeping your boobies off the deck, we can
hang you by your boobies until you can. So what will it be, Quack? Hang by your
boobies or haul that lazy ass to the Toybox and assume the position?" Chuckled
Al.
Gloria staggered to the Toybox reefer. Once in side she took a rubber whip
that was hanging on the wall of the reefer and stuffed it up her twat. Then she
stood next to the entrance to the reefer on wide spread legs, her hands clasped
behind her head and her tattered and bruised purple breasts thrust out.
Al showed up sitting in a chair with Susan carrying the front of the chair
and Edna carrying the back as she dragged her father. Though both girls were
near exhaustion they didn't dare drop Al.
"This will do bitches! Nice and easy!" Al commanded. Al and his chair, was
gently place on the deck in front of the Toybox reefer. "Titless! Just like last
night ten good ones across Quack's boobies." Snapped Al as he jerked a beer from
Edna's left breast and held it up for her open.
Susan stepped into the reefer pulled the rubber whip from Gloria's twat and
slashed each of Gloria's well-abused breasts five times. Gloria howled and
trembled with each and every agonizing stroke. Then Susan jammed the rubber whip
back up Gloria's twat.
After the whipping in which Gloria almost collapse to the deck Al barked,
"Put mommy up, Fucktoy."
Edna strung her mother up in the prescribe method. Edna separating the twelve
weights that still hung from her mother's pussy lips, so she could spread her
mother's pussy open. After Edna inserted a catheter up her mother's urethra.
Edna grabbed the base of the throttle sticking out of her mother's ass and
pulled hard. When it didn't budge she look sorrowfully at Al sitting in the
chair watching the proceedings.
"What's the matter Fucktoy? Mommy won't give you the throttle. Well try
moving it like a stick shift. Then retry pulling it out." Giggled Al.
Edna did as Al instructed. She jerked the throttle around in the standard "H"
pattern and yanked up on the throttle to try to dislodge it. When the throttle
remained stuck up her mother's ass Edna looked mournfully at Al.
"What's the matter Fucktoy, mommy still doesn't want to give up her throttle?
Well let's see hmmm. I know we'll play The Sword in the Stone. Each of you
bitches will shift the throttle and try to pull it out before and after you give
Quack her strokes. The toy who convinces Titless to give up her throttle will be
allow to sleep and rest for one day in a nice soft bunk. Fucktoy, hook mommies
piss tube directly to the sewage system. Good! Now take down Barbie Doll!"
One by one Edna released then rehung the rest of the captives in the Toybox.
Who had two attempts to dislodge the throttle in Susan's ass, and give Gloria
ten lashes across each of her breasts. Twice Gloria was driven to her knees from
the impacts of the rubber whip across her breasts. Each time Gloria collapsed to
her knees Al had the toy dishing out the lashing to complete the ten lashings
then waited for Gloria to get back to her feet. Then had the toy that drove
Gloria to her knees, delivered another ten lashes.
After Edna replaced the last toy in the Toybox who had whipped Gloria's
breast and tried to dislodge Susan's throttle, Al let Gloria try her luck with
Susan's throttle, then she staggered through the reefer "apologizing" to the
suspended toys. Then Gloria got one more chance to pull out Susan's throttle.
"O-Well it seems that we don't have a winner in the Sword in the Stone
contest. We'll just have to try again latter. But for the here and now, Quack
cycle!"
Gloria doggedly climbed up on the exercise cycle. Edna fitted and attached
the required straps, restraints and alligator clips on Gloria's body. Once
Gloria was up to speed Edna set the timer and activated the blower and
electrical circuit, turned off the light and stepped out of the reefer.
Just before Edna close the door Al giggled, Remember Quack the other toys are
trying to sleep so no more of your prattling." Then Edna closed the Toybox
reefer's door. "Fucktoy, I'll be back at the end of Quack's exercise secession.
The galley and mess deck best be clean by then." Snapped Al as he left the
galley.
Edna let out a deep sigh. She was dogged tired having been awake for nearly
two days now. And up on her feet for most of those hours with her father hanging
from her rump. Her thigh and calf muscles were twitching and burning from over
exertion. However she trudged over to the scullery and filled the sink with hot
water. She glanced quickly around the galley and was relieve. Betty had not
messed up the galley to badly and the worst part of the mess deck was the food
on the deck from Al's meal. So Edna was sure that she could have the two
compartments clean within the two-hour window that Al had given her.
Gloria practically milted off the cycle when Edna released her bindings. When
Edna hoisted her up upside down and stretched her tautly. Gloria was actually
grateful. For it meant that her torturous day was nearly at an end. Only filling
up, of her well-battered breasts remain.
From her inverted view of the world Gloria watch Edna enter the reefer with
the cart. However the two jugs of milk that was normally on the cart were not
there. Instead the one-gallon jugs that were filled with goat's milk were
hanging from Edna's breasts. The combined weight of the milk jugs and the soda
bottles had pulled Edna's coned breasts out of the confines of the gown's breast
cups. It looked totally silly from Gloria's perspective. The jugs and bottles
appeared to be heading upward as they swayed. While Edna's breasts seem to be
chasing the containers in their upward travel. Silly looking, yes! But Gloria
wasn't amused in fact she had just sucked in a lung full of air, as she used her
remaining strength to choke back her screams as Edna plunged hypodermic needles
into her nipples.
Edna wept as she shoved the needles into the pair of welted purple mammary
glands in front of her. She could not believe that anyone could survive the
brutal treatment she had witness Gloria's breasts go through. For that mater how
she or any of the captives could survive at the hands of the Anderson brothers.
But they were experts at torturing someone to the brink of death then bringing
the victim back. But if by chance the brothers went too far. Well there were
always other victims that they could procure. She and her parents were
testimonials to that.
As she unhooked the jugs of milk from her breasts and sit them on the cart
Edna wondered why she has develop such an ardent soft spot in her heart for
Gloria. After all she had witness the horrid, brutal torture of the other
captives. Hell! Marsha was still walk oddly from having a pool ball slammed into
her pussy and ass for hours on end. So why did she feel more sympathy for Gloria
then the others? Was it because of the motherly comfort that Gloria showed her
when she was in hysterics on the stern of the Random Access, when Frank and
Robert had ripped out the fishhooks from her mother's nipples. Or was it because
she felt responsible for the tortures inflected upon Gloria's breasts because
she didn't suck all of the milk out of Gloria's breasts when she suckled on
them. Even after two attempts. Edna didn't know what the reason was but she did
know she held deep affections for Gloria as she started the pumps.
Edna jumped at the thunderous boom that rang through the reefer when Al
clapped his hands together. "Will I think that's a wrap for today." Al
mirthfully giggled as he stepped into the reefer as he rubbed his hands
together. "Can any of you bitches think of anything left undone that needs to be
done before the closing of business today?" Twisting Gloria's breast around Al
examine the set up that Edna had just finished.
Edna darted her eyes around the reefer, then in a meek quivering voice she
spoke. "Al My Lord and Master."
"Yes Fucktoy." Al said grinning.
"Al My Lord and Master, I need to work off some flabbiness. May I please use
the exercise cycle for thirty minuets? Pretty please, Al, My Lord and Master.
"No problem Fucktoy. Go snuggle you twat on mommies maw, so the bitch will be
able to grab that can that's up your twat." Al walked up behind Edna and wrapped
his hand around her hair. "Titless! Do you have a firm grip on that can?"
Susan responded with a very muffled and distorted, "Yes, Al My Lord and
Master."
"Good!" The sharp edges of the crushed beer can made thin cuts along Edna's
cuntal lining as the can popped out of Edna's cunt when Al yanked her backwards.
Al walked over to the cycle and removed the dildo that normally went up the ass.
Fucktoy! Stop lounging around and get your flabby heinie on the cycle.
Edna straddled the cycle, however her rump was cocked to one side due to her
father strapped to it. That problem was solved when James screamed. Al had
picked James up by his shattered arms. He jerked and twisted James around until
Edna was sitting on the cycle seat properly, then Al dropped James behind the
cycle.
After Al secured Edna to the cycle and attaching the alligator clips to her
breasts and clit he barked, "PEDAL!"
Edna gasped as she pushed down with her foot. First her clit started being
stretched then her left breast along with the two-liter bottle hanging from it.
Then the huge dildo started sliding up her pussy. As she continued to pedal the
tension on Edna's left breast slacken as her right breast was stretched and the
dildo started to slide down her pussy. A leather strap slapped her back when the
dildo bottomed out.
Suddenly farting noises erupted from her pussy as Al turned on the blower
that sent hot air through the huge dildo and into her twat. When Edna had pedal
hard enough to get the cycle up to fifteen miles per hour Al turned on the
electrical current to the clips on Edna's nipples and clit. Now if Edna slowed
down below fifteen MPH she would be shocked with electricity.
Al set the cycle timer then went to the rear of the reefer. Where he lowered
Marsha until her head and shoulders rested on the deck of the reefer. Once he
had Marsha lowered he squatted over her face. After depositing both solid and
liquid bodily waste into Marsha's mouth Al lifted Marsha back off the deck and
stretched her taunt. Then Al shoved the rubber dildo he removed from the cycle
into Edna's mouth. "Fucktoy, you best keep that dong in that mealy maw of
yours!" Giggled Al as he left the reefer plunging the girls and James into total
darkness.
Edna was in pure agony as she pedal and pedal and pedal in the darkness. She
wondered if any of the other captives had ever had a couple of two liter bottles
filled with water bouncing around at the end of fishhooks that were imbedded in
their breasts as they rode the exercise cycle. When the little bell on the timer
rang Edna let out a deep sigh and stopped pedaling. A decision she instantly
regretted as electricity slammed into her and her father through her nipples and
clit. Edna was now grateful for the dildo that Al has stuffed into her mouth. It
had saved her teeth from shattering as the muscles in her jaw along with the
rest of the muscles in her body to go spastic. Using every ounce of control and
strength that she could muster Edna pushed down on the pedal.
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