Log Entry Number: 39
reveille
Edna didn't know how much longer she pedaled in the darkness. To her it
seemed like days, before a stream of light from the open reefer door bathed her
body. Through tear-swollen eyes Edna watched Al step up to her and flick off the
switch killing the electrical power to the cycle.
"My, my Fucktoy are you still at it? I tell you I just don't understand why
you toys love this cycle so much. Well I'm going to my nice warm and comfy bunk
for some shuteye. You may continue to exercise as long as your heart desires.
But don't forget you have a full day of cleaning and other chores schedule for
tomorrow." Giggled Al as he exited the reefer closing the reefer door behind
him.
Edna stared into the darkness at the reefer door. Cautiously she slowed her
pedaling speed down. When the searing pain of electricity failed to slam into
her body Edna stop pedaling completely. Though her body was wrack with immense
pain, within moments Edna was fast a sleep.
Edna and her fellow captives screamed and she automatically started pedaling
when electricity stream into her young body from the collar around her neck. The
jolted that spurred her legs into motion was accompanied by the sound of
reveille blaring from a speaker and four floodlights wash the reefer with bright
light.
"Zero-six hundred! Time for you bitches to open them peepers!" Robert's
recorded voice jovial roared. Then the lights went out
Edna once again slowed her peddling. When her slowing failed to send
electricity into her body, she stopped pedaling completely. The only noise in
the reefer was the farting sound her pussy made as hot air was blown into it
escaped. As she sat in the dark upon the exercise cycle Edna released that she
had a cruel decision to make. Due to the way the cycle was design Edna had a
choice of having her left breast and clit severely stretched. Or having her
right breasts severely stretched and having the huge dildo stabbing so deep in
her cunt that the head of the dildo jabbed her cervix. Edna chose her right
breast and dildo.
Edna was about to doze off when she and everyone else screamed, as lights
flashed on and the collars buzzed them. "Zero-seven hundred! Are those peepers
still open?" Roared, Robert's jovial voice. Every hour on the hour the captives
were shocked and treated to Robert's sarcastic question on the status of their
eyes.
Edna was happy when she saw Al walked into the reefer just after the eleven
O-clock, announcement. Her eyes happily followed him as he went to the rear of
the reefer and used Marsha as a toilet. She happily watched Al release Betty who
race out of the reefer to cook. But her joyful mood plummeted when Al grinned
evilly at her and chuckled as he squeezed Gloria's breasts.
"Fucktoy! If you are going to hog the exercise cycle start them hamhocks
pumping.
Edna groaned pathetically as she brought the cycle up to speed. Al flicked
the toggle switch to the on position then exited the reefer. A short while
latter Betty returned and released Gloria and led her out. When Betty returned a
second time with Gloria, she hung and restarted filling Gloria's breast's back
up. Then to Edna's relief Betty released her from the cycle.
"Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy, I need you to put me up now." Betty
informed the just released Edna. After Edna hung Betty and hooked her up to the
sewage system, Betty in a clear loud voice. "Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet
Fucktoy, My Lord and Master, Al, wants that snatch of yours in his stateroom so
he can fuck it. His stateroom is on 02 deck at the head of the ladder."
Leaving behind the other captives in the cold dark reefer Edna scurried to
Al's stateroom. Once there he set her to work cleaning his stateroom. While she
cleaned Al made use of her mouth and cunt and marking his usage in the
appropriate spots upon her tortured body. After cleaning Al's stateroom he has
her release Betty so she could fix Al's evening meal. Then as Al ate she rehung
Betty and release Gloria to provide him with milk. After the meal Gloria was
returned to the reefer to have her breast refilled. And Edna cleaned both the
galley and mess deck, before Al hung her up in the toy box.
So it went for nearly a week and a half. Edna and the rest of the captives
would be woken up precisely at six each morning and kept awake every hour on the
hour, by a jolt of electricity from their collars and Robert jovial recorded
voice. With no fix time Al would show up and release Edna.
It was up to Edna to release the other captives for their job assignments and
to return them when done. Normally it was one of the four that was used daily.
Betty for preparing meals, Gloria as milk dispenser, Marsha as receptacle of
Al's piss and shit, and Beth and Co. to keep the bliges dry and the engine room
clean. Edna herself cleaned a different compartment each day ranging from the
bridge to the auxiliary engine room, in addition to keeping the galley and mess
deck clean.
Edna was also the primary receptacle for Al's gooey spunk whenever the mood
struck him, regardless of what Edna was doing at that monument. Edna didn't know
how much of Al's jism she had swallowed or flooded her snatch during those ten
days. But if the haggard teen wanted to find out all she would have to do is
trace her finger over the little "A's" in the appropriate spots on her body,
that Al left behind after each load of male seed he deposited to get a count.
Edna was grateful that Al had stopped feeding her shit and piss that privilege
was reserve for Marsha. Al only had her swallow his jism.
The only extremely painful act bestowed upon her during those ten days was
when Al had Gloria insert rings in her and her mother's breasts, pussy lips and
clit. Edna had thought that once she had breast rings installed Al would
transfer the water filled bottles from the fishhooks to the rings and remove the
fishhooks from her breasts. But Al didn't. He continued to have her carry the
bottles around by the fishhooks.
Edna even feed the captives twice in those ten blissful days. Yes, Edna and
the other captives counted those days as blissful. With the exception of Gloria,
whose breasts were slashed whenever she provided milk, the captives were not
beaten or tortured. Even Gloria's breasts were whipped with lackluster. Al only
beat them because it was part of her milk-dispensing task. Even Gloria's breasts
lashing before being put up for the night were discontinued. And other then the
wake up jolts which were stopped when Al first showed up each day were the only
times the collars were charge.
None of the sex toys could ever remember going so long with out their flesh
being beaten. Even Helen who had been in the clutches of the Anderson brothers
from the beginning could not recall going so long without having her flesh
scorched. Other then the wake up calls, several of the girls went completely
unmolested for the entire ten days. They just hung in the Toybox in the standard
set up.
Overall the ten days was a mini vacation for the sex slaves. But on the
eleventh day the tortures returned.
Edna first realized that the all too brief vacation was over when she came up
from the engine room where she had started Beth on her daily bilge pumping and
engine room cleaning. Even before Edna got to the mess deck, she heard Gloria's
blood curdling screams. Edna was aghast as what she saw as she entered the mess
deck.
Gloria was in the center of the mess deck with a thick rod shoved up her
cunt. The rod was of sufficient length as to deny Gloria's feet any contact with
the deck. Gloria's hands were tied palm to palm behind her back. Her hands were
hoisted up towards the overhead so high that they force Gloria to bend forward
at the waist. Her ballooned breasts hung inside a large glass case. Her breast
rings were slipped over two hooks on the bottom of the case at opposite ends
that resulted in stretching Gloria's breasts taunt. The lid of the glass fitted
very snugly around the base of Gloria's balloon breasts. Tough very
uncomfortably and somewhat painful it wasn't the way Gloria was set up that was
making Gloria scream and terrified Edna. What provoked such strong responses
from the two girls were the wasps that were in the glass case with Gloria's
breasts. They were swarming around and laying siege to what they perceive to be
a threat to there hive that was sitting on the bottom of the glass case between
Gloria's stretched breasts. Gloria's breasts were already a mass of welts from
the stinging insects.
"Well good morning Fucktoy, lay in front of Quack so I can enjoy watching
our little insect friends play with Quack's boobies.
The last thing that Edna wanted was anything inserted into her dried and
chaff pussy, much less Al's massive cock. But Edna position herself as Al wanted
and spread her legs wide. After all she was just a fuck toy. Her, well being
didn't matter at all. Only her Lord and Master wants and desires mattered.
Edna, let out hurtful grunts as Al plunge his massive fiery erection deep
into her tenderize, dry, chaff, fuck tunnel. His prick felt like a file that was
rasping her cunt. The teen yelped as Al yank hard on the bottles that were
attached to the fishhooks impaled in her breasts. Edna's howling increased ten
fold, as her coned breasts popped out of the gown, she shuttered violently and
she thrashed her head from side to side as Al dug his steely fingers into her
tightly bound purple breast flesh.
Al's cock was ramming deep into her twat, rasping her insides into a spastic,
burning mass of flesh as he twisted and yanked on her breasts. Al filled her dry
box with a surging tide of hot jism that foamed and spurted out around his cock.
After firing his load of spunk into Edna's twat he stopped his thrusting but
left the still iron hard one-eye wonder buried deep in her now gooey fuck
tunnel. He lay atop of her pressing Edna between his two hundred and
sixty-eight-pound body and her father's body, which she was laying on. Al
continued to twist and jerk her breasts around as he watched the wasps, sting
Gloria's breasts. Edna's howls turned onto gasping gurgling noises when she had
the breath for it.
When the wasps calmed down, Al pounded on the bottom of the glass case right
under the wasp nest. Al's pounding would whip the wasps back into frenzy. They
swarmed and attack the only thing available to them, Gloria's breasts.
Slowly Al pulled his thirteen-inch fuck rod from Edna's tight fuck tunnel. As
Al's rock hard rod slid out the snatch it was buried in seen to try to reach out
and suck his cock back in. Al scooted up and sat on Edna's tightly bound coned
breasts. He jerked her head up and barked, "CLEAN!"
Edna lanced her tongue out and ran it around Al's swollen phallus licking off
the male seed that clung to it. Edna held her head up and continued to lick Al's
cock as he released his grip on her hair. She shuttered as Al activated his
branding cylinder. She let out a guttural yelp but continued licking Al's
phallus as he pressed the hot cylinder into her chest. Edna whined in pain as Al
spun around atop of her breasts. Al yanked Edna's gown further up her body and
pressed the cylinder into her abdomen. Edna let out another guttural yelp as the
letter "A" was seared into her flesh.
"Fucktoy! Did any toys snuggle up to this nasty twat recently?" Al slapped
Edna's gapping cunt hard.
"Yes, My Lord and Master, Titless Wonder yanked a beer can from my twa..."
Edna whined as Al spun back around. Grabbing the pink cylinder. Al branded a
upside down "P" into Edna's forehead. Edna's tightly bound coned breasts bounced
up like a set of purple traffic cones as Al stood up and walked away. When he
returned he was holding a purple color-branding cylinder.
Sitting back down on Edna's breasts Al poked his index finger into Edna's
bellybutton as he spoke. "Hummm! Seems to be toning up nicely. How may hours
have you used the exercise cycle, Fucktoy?"
"Al My Lord and Master, I am not sure how long I used the exquisite exercise
cycle that My Loving Lord and Master Frank modified for us flabby toys."
"I'll let you slid this time, Fucktoy. But you best pay attention to what you
do with your time. The next time you're asked you best be able to account for
each and every second of your time. We'll call it twelve hours of exercising.
Edna squealed as Al press the purple cylinder into Edna's left thigh leaving
behind twelve "E's" seared into her skin.
Spinning around on Edna's breasts Al clipped the purple cylinder on her
necklace along with the other branding cylinders then stood up. Grasping her
breasts tightly Al dragged Edna to a sitting position.
"Any activity in the pooper?" Al asked as her removed the brown branding
cylinder from Edna's necklace.
"Yes Al My Lord and Master. Noodles the FAGGOT is still bunging my pooper."
"And has your FAGGOT daddy squirt anything in your pooper?"
"Yes Al My Lord and Master. Noodles the FAGGOT as pissed up my pooper
fourteen times."
Edna shuddered as Al pressed the brown branding cylinder between her shoulder
blades.
"WHO ARE YOU!" Al snapped.
Through teary eyes Gloria watch Edna scramble to her feet, bend forward at
the waist on wide spread legs. She watched the teen rock her shoulders causing
the bottles to sway as Edna recited her speech. When Edna finished reciting the
lewd little speech Gloria watch Al drive his knee into Edna's stomach. After
Edna collapsed to the deck gasping. Al repeatedly kicked Edna's breasts as he
informed her of the modifications to her "What Are You." speech.
Though it agonize Gloria to watch the teenager being tortured for Al's brutal
sadistic gratification she was glad that Al was focusing his abusive attention
on Edna instead of her. The wasps had settled down in their nest and were no
longer sting her breasts. So as long as Edna was absorbing Al's attention, her
breast received a small but very welcome reprieved from the stinging insects. As
it was Gloria didn't think there wasn't a single squire inch of her well-abused
breasts that didn't bare a welt from a wasp sting.
In a futile effort Gloria once again stretched her toes towards the deck. But
as with the attempts before her toes failed to reach the deck so she remain
fully impaled on the pole buried deep in her cunt. Having failed to give her
pussy any relief Gloria redirected her attention to Al who was dragging Edna
back to her feet by her breasts.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Al grinned as Edna resumed her bent over position and recited
her modified speech. Al walked up to Gloria and tilted her tear stained face up.
Patting Gloria lightly on the cheek as he spoke softly to her. "Quack, are
you enjoying watching Bobbies pets? You are! Then you won't mind waiting here
for a few moments while I take care of a few things? You don't! Gee that's awful
kind of you." Al turned and walked away. He only went a few feet before stopping
and returning to Gloria. "Quack be a dear and sing for Fucktoy. She looks
awfully bored over there just shaking her titties with no one other then daddy
taking her up on her offer of a nice fuck tunnel to bung." Al kicked the bottom
of the glass case several times then turned and left the mess hall.
Gloria screamed at the top of her lungs as the wasps swarmed and attacked her
stretched breasts.
Al smiled and stroked his hard cock while he listened to Gloria's screams as
he headed down below to take care of the generator and a few other things. After
taking care of the vessels needs he went to the engine room where Beth was still
performing her bilge pumping duties. "Bilge Rat! Are you finished pumping
Bobbies bilge?"
"Yes, My Lord and Master, I have suck My Lord and Master, Robert bilge dry."
"Good, good!" Chuckled Al as he walked behind Beth. Plucking on the lines
that were stretched tight between Beth's cunt lips and her husband's balls. "My,
My, Bilge Rat these seem to be a bit loose. Shall I tighten them for you?"
Though Beth was already up on her toes and her pussy lips stretched painfully
tight, Beth responded sweetly, "Yes, please, Al. I would appreciate it if you
would tighten those slack lines for me."
Beth gasped as Al tightened the lines even tighter forcing her to stand on
the very tips of her toes like a ballerina. Al twanged the lines again. Yep that
should do it!" Then he punched Steve in his bloated discolored abdomen. Steve
let out a muffled scream through the duct tape over his mouth. "Whoa! What do
you think of that Bilge Rat? Piss Ant decided to relive his piss bag right into
his guts just like Frank said he would. Boy-O-boy is Frank going to really tick
off when he finds out he missed it.
Beth didn't need to be told about her husband's plight. Earlier on her eighth
trip to the oil drums in the next compartment with a mouth full of oily bulge
water Her husband started screaming and begin bucking like a bronco bull.
Startled by his sudden out burst and movement she had swallowed the bilge water
in her mouth. When she looked up at him she saw his belly expand and change
colors. She wasn't sure what had happen but now Al confirmed her suspicion.
Without any outlet her husband's bloated bladder had burst and the urine that
was in it had rushed into his abdominal cavity. Beth knew that her husband was
slowly dying in pure agony from peritonitis caused by his own piss. Though she
had always had been against the death penalty, God, how now she wished that she
could kill each and every one of the Andersons slowly. O-so very slowly.
Beth herself screamed as Al ripped her left hand free from the underside of
her left breast where it had been super glued. Al hung a bottle of degreaser and
a bottle of metal polish from Beth's breast rings. Hooking his thumb towards a
bale of rags at the front of the engine room while he growled, "This
compartment, best be spotless and gleaming by time I come back here. You may
climb, crawl, stand or squat on any of engine room items in order to clean.
However if you are caught or if there is any signs at all of tampering with your
twat lines, the hoist controls or Piss Ant, I will cut off all ten of your
fingers and stuff them up your ass. Then have you, finish cleaning with stubby
hands!" Al slapped Beth's ass. "Move it!" Al then left the engine room and
headed for the Toybox.
**********
Susan ran into the mess deck holding the skirt of her gown up above her hips.
The weights hanging from her pussy lips bounce around as she ran. The movement
of the weights yanked and twisted her stretched pussy lips, and the throttle
still protruded out of her rump pulled on her rectal lining. Susan ran around
the mess deck ten times then stopped in front of her bent over daughter.
"Gosh-golly-gee-wiz! What do we have here?" Susan asked in a tone of amazement,
as if she had made a discovery of a lifetime.
Edna turned beet red as she recited her modified "What are you." speech, with
her mother's pussy poised in front of her face. When she finished her speech,
her mother thrust her pussy in to her daughter's face. Edna lanced her tongue
pass the descended pussy lips and into her own mother's, snatch. After the fifth
time her tongue slithered through her mother's cunt, her mother step back.
"Oh Ohh! Oohhh! Uuuuhhhgggghhhhhh! Ahhh! Yeeeesssss! Dear God Yeeesss!"
Moaned Susan as if she was in pure ecstasy. "Boy-O-Boy! I am so very lucky to
have such trampish little slut of a brat who knows how to please her mommies
nasty twat with her sweet little whorish tongue." WHACK! WHACK! Susan slapped
her daughter's face hard. "Thank you, Piglet the sex crazed Nymphet Fucktoy for
being such a trampish little slut." Then Susan took off running.
Susan ran around the mess deck ten more times the stopped in front of Gloria
and glared into the glass case. "My, my Quack Bitch! What lovely little friends
you have. But they are awful hard to see hiding in the nest. Here let me help
you coax them out. Susan kicked the bottom of the glass case where the wasp nest
was. "Now that's much better. You can see all of them now. Look at how cute they
look as they fly around kissing your boobies. Well I have to trot now see you
later." Susan yelled over Gloria's screams.
Susan ran around the mess deck ten more times then stopped in front of her
daughter. "Gosh-golly-gee-wiz! What do we have here?"
The scene that Susan had previously played out with her daughter was
repeated. Then the scene with Gloria was repeated. So it went ten laps of the
mess deck, daughter, ten laps, Gloria, ten laps... Over and over Susan repeated
the cycle. Even after Al arrived with the rest of the toys in tow.
Susan ran around, letting her daughter lick her twat and visit Gloria as Al
one by one took care of the other captives. Starting with Pony Girl, Al laid her
on the deck. Then he drew Lori's legs up towards her head. The legs were then
tucked behind Lori's arms, which were secured to her collar. Once Lori's legs
were behind her arms and head, her legs were secured in place. Lines were
attached to Lori's breast rings and the breast were wrapped tautly around the
outside of her thighs and secured. The line through Lori's clit ring was looped
around the breast lines and a two-liter bottle filled with water tied to the
clit line.
After all of the girls that were in the coffle that Al has led into the mess
deck were trussed up Al pulled them up by there breast strings until the captive
were sitting on there rumps like wheebles. In there upright position the bottles
of water was drew their clits upward.
"Titless! Get your ass over here!" Al trussed Susan up the same way that the
other girls were, but when he tried to set her up on her rump he ran into a
problem. The end of the throttle that was super glued in Susan's rectum was
sticking out preventing Susan to remain up right on her rump.
"Aw! This one is broken!" Al grabbed the base of the throttle and dragged her
over in front of her daughter. "Fucktoy! How times did you play with this?" Al
lifted Susan up by the throttle and stuffed Susan's crotch into Edna's face.
Edna let out a deep anguishing groan. "Al My Lord and Master, I have played
with the Titless Wonder nasty twat twenty-two times." Mumbled Edna through her
mother's twat.
Al dropped Susan to the deck, he then activated the pink, branding cylinder
on Edna's necklace. Edna whined and shuttered as Al press the hateful little
cylinder to her forehead. Edna wanted to run from this madman. But fearing what
he would do to her when he tracked her down Edna stayed bent over with her head
tilted up. She fidgeted from foot to foot as she looked up at the grinning
sadistic face above her as he left a trail of upright "P's" seared into her
forehead.
"Whoa! Fucktoy, you're out of space up here! If you don't curb that
insatiable wanton need of yours for twats I'm going to have to turn that head of
yours into a cue ball. But sense I don't have a razor handy, I'll just place the
two last twat lapping usage marks right here!" Al seared a "P" on each side of
Edna's nose.
Tears streamed from Edna's eyes and washed over the two branding on her nose
before falling to the deck. Her tears were not only the results of the pain from
the awful branding. They were also from the prospect of loosing her beautiful
head of hair. Though the loss of her hair would not cause her any physical
discomfort the emotional trauma of loosing her last vestige of normalcy was
devastating to the teenager.
"Well Quack what have we learned?"
"My Lord and Master, under your most excellent tutelage I have learned that I
should be more attentive to My Lords and Masters needs. Instead of pussyfooting
around with My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress or to goggle over the other
toys."
"Talking about the toys, would you like to join them?"
"Yes, My Lord and Master, I would very much like to join the other toys."
Al flipped a switch on a motor under the glass case. As the case filled up
with white smoke Al released Gloria's arms from the overhead. When all of the
wasps were laying on the bottom of the tank Al quickly removed the case top and
unhooked her breasts from the bottom of the case. As Gloria stood up strait Al
place a screen top over the case and pushed the case into a corner just as the
wasps begin to recover.
While Gloria was still impaled upon the rod sticking out of the deck Al bound
her the same way that he had bound the other toys. After binding Gloria Al
pulled her off the rod and sat her on the floor with the other toys. She
teetered slightly on her rump before settling down. Gloria glanced around her at
her fellow captives. Al had come up with yet another way to bind them. Gloria
had no idea as to what Al was up to, but she knew that if she didn't stay as Al
had place her he would have another more painful torture ready. So She had to
concentrate hard to remain up right on her rump with the others.
All right bitches we are going to have a little race. From here to the aft
railing and back to this spot. Fucktoy you are to follow the bitches and upright
any that wobble over. Keep track of which toy, you upright and how many times.
You bitches pay heed! Every time Fucktoy has to upright your lazy asses will
earn you a hour on the cycle to tone up your lazy asses. The looser will receive
thirty-five minutes of ass buzzing. NOW MOVE IT!"
It was a totally ludicrous scene that unfolded before Edna's eyes. Seven nude
females with the legs folded up and secured behind their heads as they waddled
on their rumps heading for the hatch leading out to the aft deck. Their clits
being stretched upwards, swing back and forth in time with the bottles. Things
were going smoothly until they bunched up at the hatchway. With each girl trying
to be first through the hatchway all but Mary who arrived at the hatch first and
Gloria who arrived last toppled over. In no particular order Edna uprighted the
toppled girls. When she finally uprighted the last girl and followed her through
the hatchway, Edna saw that Mary had reached the stern and had turned around.
Mary was waddling like this was a normal mode of travel for the
eighteen-year-old. Her speed was about that of a slow walk while the other
waddlers were moving at a very slow snails pace. Edna had no doubt that Mary
would win this absurd race.
Edna also notice that the first girl that she had up righted had toppled over
again . By time Edna got Betty back up on her rump and on her way, Betty
position had dropped from third to sixth. When, Helen saw how close Betty was to
her she put forth a sudden burst of speed in an attempt to pass Betty. Betty
sensing that she was about to be passed also increased her speed. The result was
that both girls toppled over.
This is when Edna made her first conscious cruel act. She deliberately
uprighted Betty then went over to Marsha who had toppled over when she was
turning around at the stern and righted her. Then slowly she returned to Helen
and pulled her up on her ass by her hair. Holding Helen in place by her hair
Edna seethed, "All of this is your fault you snotty bitch!" Then she kicked the
bottle dangling from Helen's clit before releasing her.
Edna gasped as she entered the mess deck. Her mother was dangling from the
overhead by the throttle super glued up her ass. Huddled around her were the
other captives. And Al was sitting in a chair by the mess deck table.
"Barbie Doll, join the others!" Roared Al. When Helen was huddled with her
fellow captives Al cooed, "Fucktoy, be a doll and bring mommy to me by her
hair."
Edna reached between her mother's ankles and grabbed a handful of hair; she
pulled her mother to Al, nervously. Before Edna had a chance to hand Al the
fistful of her mother's hair, Al slapped the two-liter bottle that was hanging
from her left nipple. The force of the water filled bottle as it swung caused
Edna's left breast to pop out of the gown's breast cup.
"Fucktoy, look at the toys." Giggled Al.
With the bottle still yanking and pulling on her breasts, Edna turned towards
her fellow captives, who were huddled together on their rumps, and lock her tear
filled eyes on them. She winced as Al drove his fist into her pussy. He twisted,
yanked, and pinched her clit.
"Let mommy go."
Edna watched her mother swing by the throttle buried deep in her ass, and
plowed into the huddled captives. The force of the impact toppled several of the
huddled captives over.
"Retrieve mommy." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Edna legs buckled from the force of Al's blows to her pussy. She scurried
over to her mother; she dragged her mother by her hair to Al, who took custody
of her this time.
"Reset the toys."
Edna reset the toppled captives back on their rumps, as Al stood up. With all
of the force he could mustard he flung Edna's mother into the huddled mass of
bound females, causing all of them to topple over.
"Retrieve, and reset," Al giggled.
Edna scurried over to her dangling mother and dragged her mother by her hair
back to Al. Edna then scurried back to her cocaptives and started setting them
back up on there rumps.
Before Edna had a chance to upright all of the toppled captives, her mother
slammed into her. Causing her and the captives she had up-righted to topple over
once again. Edna stared up at her mother's hanging, swing form, which was joined
by Al's Cheshire cat, face. "AAARRRGGGEEE!" Edna screamed, as Al yanked her up
by the bottles hanging from her breasts.
"No one said you could rest, you lazy ass bitch! You were told to reset the
toys, now get too it!" Growled Al, as he grabbed Susan's hair.
Edna barely had time to place her fellow captives on their buns and stepped
back, when her mother sailed past her, smashing into the huddled females once
again.
"Well Bitch!" Al snapped.
Edna dragged her mother, by her hair back to Al. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Bitch! What are those titties doing out! I'll no longer will tolerate your
whorish peacocking, strutting and allow you to flaunt them boobies all over the
ship. If I see them boobies out once more I'll staple them in place so you
won't be tempted flaunt them boobies in a vain attempt to use them to seduce me
or my brothers!"
With shaky hands Edna squeezed her coned breasts back into the gowns breasts
cups. As she made her way back towards the toppled girls her mother sailed pass
her.
POP! "EEEEEKKKK!" THUD, CRASH!
Edna watch her mother soar over the toppled heap of female flesh. With
nothing to halt her mother's progress she sail on through to the far end of the
arc. With horror Edna watch the throttle pop out of her mother's ass, crashed
into the bulkhead and plop to the deck in a crumple heap. As soon as the
throttle popped out of Susan's poop-chute, ten days of acclimated shit sprayed
out of her shitter.
"AW, it broke," Al manage to giggle through his sidesplitting laughter. While
Edna sat her fellow captives back on their rumps, Al walked over to Susan and
kicked her limp form repeatedly. "Oh well, these things happen." Al kicked Susan
until she was next to the butt sitting huddled girls.
Al removed the dangling bloody throttle from the line it was hanging from. He
handed it and a tube of super glue to Edna. "Fix mommy, Fucktoy!" Al chuckled,
as he threaded the line through all of the ankle cuffs, except for Betty's.
"Food!"
CLOSE LOG ENTRY 39
