"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.