After the Anderson brothers finish their meal Al pushed back from the table and patted his full tummy. "Helm sit down in front of the couch facing this way and spread your legs wide. Pay heed, the rest of you bitches! As of now and until your told differently you will refer to Helm as High Priestess of the Twats! You all will align yourselves with your Priestess twat whenever you pass it and chant, "I am nothing but lowlife useless twat. I adore my High Priestess of the Twats. My High Priestess has the only worthy twat around here. May I pay homage to my High Priestess twat and have my own worthless twat whip by my wonderful High Priestess."

Your homage will be in the form of ten quick passes with your tongue through Helm's twat followed by a thirty second tongue lashing of Helm's clitty. Then present your own useless twat for atonement to your High Priestess of the Twats, your High Priestess will give your useless twat five brisk hard blows with her open hand, then hook her finger through your clit ring. She will twist your clitty a full turn and jerk it upwards five times. After your High Priestess of the Twats delivers your atonement you will resume you assign task.

Now pay homage to your High Priestess of the Twats and form a semi-circle around her. Wheebles first then Bilge Rat, followed by Slimy, Sludge Meat and Quack. Sweet Pea you are to aid Fucktoy, and Commode then pay homage to your High Priestess of the Twats yourself." Al commanded.

While the sex-slaves chanted, pay homage to and received atonement from, Mary, Al collected the table scraps onto his plate. By design there was more table scraps then ever before piled on Al's plate. The scraps total more then what the Anderson brothers themselves had eaten.

When Al and his brothers herd Elizabeth chirp out her chant then the loud popping sound that Mary hand made on Elizabeth's pantie clad twat with her hand, the three brothers strolled to the couch and sat on it. Al sat with the plate of scraps to the right behind Mary brushing his hard cock through her hair. Frank sat to Mary's left and Robert, sat to the right of Mary holding her blue strip bottle of gruel.

Frank gently tilted Mary's head back and held it there while Robert fed her specially mark bottle of gruel. After Mary sucked the last drop of gruel from her bottle, Al began feeding her the table scraps. The three brothers hand fed Mary the table scraps on the plate Al was holding as the sex-slaves looked on hungrily with drool dripping from there mouths. Even Al's daughter longed to have some of the food her father and uncles were feeding Mary. The three brothers were laughing hard as the watch the hunger pains flash through the faces arrange in a semi-circle before them. It had been over five days since there last feeding. When Mary had eaten three-quarters of the table scraps Al place the plate with the remaining table scraps in front of his daughter.

"That's yours Sweet Pea." Al chuckled.

Robert passed the remaining bottles of gruel among his brothers. Each of the brothers shook one of the bottles.

"Are our little toys hungry?" Frank asked sarcastically.

Various versions of "Yes I am very hungry, Frank My Lord and Master." rang out from the semi-circle.

"Well then would our little toys like some of this tasty gruel I made from a secret recipe?"

Once again the sex-slaves answered with their version of "Yes, Frank My Lord and Master. I would love some of your secret recipe gruel to eat." They all answered except for Al's daughter for she knew what the secret ingredients her Uncle Frank's used in the gruel.

Smiling at his daughter Al asked in a sweet soothing voice, "What about you Sweet Pea do you want something to eat also?" As he picked up the plate of table scraps "Or do I toss this away?"

Edna's eyes darted between the table scraps, the bottles of gruel and her father's smiling face. Nervously she answered, "Yes daddy I would like to eat."

Al sat the plate of table scraps back down on the deck.

"Well then who gets the first bottle? Hmmm lets see now who will it be? I know my sweet sister-in-law. After all the only thing she ever had since coming aboard was dry dog food so I think that she should get the first bottle." Frank giggled.

In unison the Anderson brothers bellowed, "Slimy, Sludge Meat come on down!"

Linda stopped her wet, noisy kissing of the deck, rose up into her feet from her servitude position, walked up to her brother-in-law and knelt before him, just to the left of Mary.

"Slime, what is that next to you?" Asked Frank as he giggled.

"Frank My Lord and Master, it is my High Priestess of the Twats." Linda responded.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"WILL!" roared Frank.

After Frank delivered six savage blows to top of her breasts with a bamboo cane, Linda scrambled between Mary's legs, chanted, pay homage, and received her atonement, to and from her High Priestess of the Twats, Linda then knelt before her brother-in-law once again.

"Here you go Slime." Frank inserted a bottle of gruel into his sister-in-laws mouth and gave the bottle a little squeeze. A few drops splashed down onto Linda tongue.

It was enough to give Linda a taste. It was revolting. It turned her stomach. But with her hunger pains stabbing away at the pit of her stomach, Linda remain on her knees with her lips wrapped around the bottle of gruel waiting for her brother-in-law to feed her the rest.

But before Frank squeezed the bottle again, Robert chirped, "Excuse me Frank, but after our most generous oblation to the High Priestess of the Twats, don't you think the High Priestess of the Twats devoted followers reciprocate in kind?"

Hmmmm! I don't know, what do you think Albert?" Frank giggled.

"Sounds fair to me. But I think that the twat worshipers should decide for themselves. How about it? Would you worthless bitches like to bestow an offering to your High Priestess of the Twats?" Al asked in a very solemn tone.

Several versions of, "Yes Al My Lord and Master, it would be a great honor for me to bestow a charitable offering to my High Priestess of the Twats." rang out from the assembled sex-slaves.

"So be it bitches! From now on one quarter of your meals will be donated to your High Priestess of the Twats. And on each seventh feeding, you bitches will observe the Sabbath and donate your entire meals to your High Priestess of the Twats." Al spoke in a soft solemn tone.

Frank popped the bottle out of Linda's mouth and into Mary's. Mary gulped down the four ounces of gruel that Frank squirted into her mouth. Then Frank returned the bottle to Linda's maw. Frank squeezed the remaining twelve ounces of gruel into Linda's mouth faster then she could gulp it down. Some of the gruel sprayed from Linda's nose and leaked from the corners of her mouth. In all Linda manage to get a little less than eight ounces of the godoxious gruel down her gullet. Frank tossed the empty bottle across the mess deck the place his foot in the valley of his sister-in-law's cleavage and shove her backwards atop of Gloria.

Linda struggled off of Gloria, prostrated herself before Mary's pussy and went through the ritual worship of her High Priestess of the Twats.

"Quack's turn." Chuckled Al.

Then Linda crouched in front of Mary so that Gloria could go through the ritual. Once Gloria was done with her worshiping and meal, Linda return to her vacated spot resume her position and started planting noisy, wet kisses upon the deck.

"Darling let Quack treat your twat." Al barked.

Linda dropped her high sticking ass down, plopping her pussy onto Gloria's mouth. Pulling Gloria's breasts that were secured to her pussy lips. As soon as her pussy was planted over Gloria's mouth, Gloria's tongue lanced through her snatch.

"The wheebles are next," Al stated.

When Mary finish pulling on Laura's clit, Al reached down and dragged Laura by her breast rings to his monstrous fuck-rod and plowed it down her throat. Robert did the same to Helen and Frank followed suit with Bonnie. As the three heads of the sex-slaves bobbed on the stiff pricks in their mouths, and Betty was licking Mary's twat, Al's powerful voice resonated through the mess deck.

"You worthless bitches might have notice that my daughter's status has change. Her bleeding heart made her violate one of the rules that were set down for her to follow. She has lost all privileges. So do not look for any more, wishy-washy, bleeding-heart treatment from her. Such as this silly policy of hers on letting you bitches eat in peace.

From now on you're slutty asses, will continue to be tortured even while you eat. If you happen to be busy doing some thing that prevents you from eating when it is offered too, too bad. You will not be allow to eat during that feeding period and your portion will be given to your High Priestess of the Twats, to eat instead. Example: These three cocksuckers, here the only thing they will be eating is our sweet cream. Frank if you please."

Frank feed three bottles of gruel to Mary as Laura, Helen and Bonnie groaned pathetically as they continue to service their Lord and Masters fuck-rods.

Frank handed Mary a forth bottle of gruel. "Take your share then feed the rest to Galley." Frank then lean back on the couch with his brothers and enjoyed the face fucking. When Betty was back in her place in the semi-circle, Robert hit Mary in the head with another bottle of gruel.

"Piglet, your turn." Robert moaned in ecstasy as Helen's silky mouth and flexing throat muscles milked his cock.

When Edna finished worshipping her High Priestess of the Twats, she rose up on her knees to receive her meal.

"Fucktoy, are we forgetting something about your Priestess twat cream? Assume your position." Growled Al.

Edna struggled up to her feet. Standing on wide spread legs, she placed her hands as high as she could behind her back. Bending forward at the waist Edna rocked her shoulders back and forth to jiggle her breasts and the bottles hanging from them on motion. Edna then tilted her head back as far as it would go. "Thank you, for using Fuck Central for your nasty twat cream deposit in my mealy mouth, My High Priestess of the Twats." Edna then jacked her mouth wide open.

"Helm do you know how the usage cylinders work?"

"Yes, Al My Lord and Master. I know how the usage cylinders work." Mary responded.

"Then use the pink one on Fucktoy's face. When you have used up all available space on Fucktoy's face you are to remove all of Fucktoy's head hair with Nair. Then place the usage mark on her baldhead. Proceed."

Salty tears streamed over the "P" seared into Edna's left cheek just below her eye socket, as she gulped down her gruel.

Mary fed the rest of the sex-slaves, except for James, Steve and Elizabeth. Al had ordered her to eat all of James's and Steve's gruel because all they ever do is lay around doing nothing. So they did not deserve to eat. When the last bottle of gruel hit Mary in the head then dropped to the deck, Mary glance down at it and groaned. She didn't think that she could eat any more. After gulping down her own sixteen ounces of gruel, eating a large portion of steak and fries, the eighty ounces of gruel from the five captives whom entire meals she gulped down and the thirty-six ounces of the other sex-slaves offerings. Yes Mary was stuffed. She had never had eaten so much in one sitting in her life.

Mary shifted her gaze from the bottle of gruel on the deck to Al's daughter. Elizabeth had just finished paying her homage to her High Priestess of the Twats. Elizabeth flopped on her back and jutted her rubber pantie clad pussy up towards her High Priestess of the Twats, to receive her atonement.

As Mary finished delivering five hard swats to Elizabeth's upthrust pussy, she peeled the tight fitting rubber pantie crotch strip aside. Elizabeth's clit didn't have a ring through it, so Mary worked her index finger and thumb into the sheath that Elizabeth's clit was snuggled in. Mary pinched the young teen's little clit and jerked it up.

Elizabeth howled and shuddered but kept her pussy thrusting towards Mary. The entire time her clit was jerked and her pantie crotch strap rasped her clit as the thin rubber strip tried to snap back into place. With her atonement completed Elizabeth scrambled to her knees. Through teary eyes she watch her replacement as overseer of the sex-slaves, pick up the bottle of gruel off the deck.

"HALT!" Everyone but Al, Frank and Robert, jump with startled fear at Al's bellowing.

Frank grabbed Mary's hair and jerked her head back. "Open!" her growled.

With her head tilted back and her mouth wide open, Al had no trouble scraping the remaining table scraps from the plate into Mary. "That is my daughter's offering." Al cooed,

Mary chewed and swallowed the last of the meat and fries.

"Feed her the entire bottle." Snapped Al.

Elizabeth started screaming, "NOOOO, DADDY! PLEASE NO! I CANNOT EAT THAT STUFF. IT HAS PEOP.AAARRRGGGEEEE.NOOOOOOO!"

The room exploded in a fury of activity as AL, Frank, and Robert vaulted off the couch, leaving three toppled wheebles behind. When the fury of activity died down Elizabeth was secured spread-eagled to the mess deck tabletop. Her mouth was stuffed with a large rubber dildo with a tube running through it, which snaked down her throat. Her father was lashing her crotch and stomach, while her uncles were leaning on her with their elbows. The elbows were pressing the bra cups with the metal spike into her budding breasts.

"HUNGER STRIKES WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AT ALL ABOARD THE SCORPION! THERE WILL NOT BE ANY REFUSING TO EAT WHEN FOOD IS OFFERED! IT WELL, BE EATEN WITH JOYFUL EXUBERANCE! DO YOU BITCHES UNDERSTAND?" Al bellowed, as he beat his daughter.

A chorus of frighten voices rang out, "Yes, Al My Lord and Master. I will eat whatever and whenever something is offered to me to eat."

"HELM! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OVER HERE AND FEED SWEET PEA HER GRUEL!" Al bellowed.

Mary scurried over to the table and attached the bottle of gruel to the hose running through the dildo jammed down Elizabeth's throat. As Mary squeezed the bottle forcing the gruel down Elizabeth's gullet Robert, removed the punishment collar from around Mary's neck.

Elizabeth's stomach churn with revulsion, as she was force, fed the dog food mixed with human remains. Vomit rose up out of her stomach, but before it could be expelled, the massive dildo that plugged her throat halted its upward journey. The dildo barely allowed the exchange of air in her burning lungs. So with no place for the vomit to escape to, it slid back down into her churning stomach.

When the bottle of gruel that was being force-fed to his daughter was empty, Al cooed, "Helm, on the stern are some gallon containers of piss and shit. Empty four of them into the sewage tank. Make sure that Titless is drinking as you dump. Then take the four empty containers to the gruel drum and fill them. Once the containers are full bring them in here and feed the gruel to Sweet Pea."

Mary rushed towards the aft deck but stop cold when Robert's giggling voice bellowed at her.

"HELM! Your fateful followers will be praying for your swift return. There slutty bodies will be all a buzzed with anticipation of your return so they can worship your twat as you feed my niece."

The three brothers roared with laughter and all of the sex-slaves except for Mary howled in agony, as Robert activated the punishment collars. Mary took off running as fast as she could to the sewage tank and its containers of piss and shit.

For the briefest of a moment Mary thought about using four of the empty containers in the locker instead of emptying four of the full ones. But she was free of bonds, completely untethered and without having her young body torture. She did not want to jeopardize her new status. So she grabbed one of the full containers and dumped its contents in to the sewage tank atop of Susan while hollering "Titless Wonder, drink!"

Mary couldn't believe how long it took for the piss and shit to pour out of the containers. Looking down into the sewage tank, she once again told Susan to drink the stuff that she was pouring. But Mary knew that Susan wasn't drinking, Susan was thrashing in the sludge of human waste like a craze fish out of water as the punishment collar around Susan's neck and the sludge she was in, pump a continuous jolt of electricity through Susan.

Mary looked down at her pussy. It was a mess. The lipstick that Al had place on her pussy lips and mound was smeared and gone in spots. She quickly glanced around the stern. In the container locker she saw a burlap bag and on the deck at the stern where Linda had been hoisted back on board after her dunk in the cove, was a pool of seawater.

After the first container was empty, Mary rushed over to the locker and removed the burlap bag and soaked it in to the pool of seawater. The she grabbed another full container and empty it contents back into the sewage tank. As Mary poured she used the dripping wet burlap bag to clean the rest of the smudged lipstick off her pussy lips and mound. The rough burlap felt like sandpaper against her tender & abused cuntal flesh as she cleaned herself up. Once she had clean herself up the best she could with the salty burlap bag, Mary removed the lipstick tube from her clit ring and reapplied the bright red lipstick to her pussy lips and mound. With her pussy gaudily colored Mary replace the tube of lipstick back on her clit ring, as she finished empty the forth container.

Mary rushed through the mess deck that reverberated with the anguishing animalistic screams of pure hellish agony, to the reefer that held the drum of gruel. Once again time seem to crawl as she used the cup size ladle to fill the four gallon size containers. Finally with the forth container filled Mary rush back into the mess deck and hooked a container to Elizabeth's feeding tube. Mary held up the gallon container of gruel with remnants of piss and shit mixed with it. As Mary squeeze the container forcing the gruel down Elizabeth's gullet, the hollowing around her dropped off to pitiful moans and groans. Moments latter Mary felt a head butt up against the back of her thighs. Mary felt the head, push through her thighs and a tongue lancing through her snatch. She spread her legs as wide as she could, to give the cunt-lapper easier access to her pussy.

Each of the sex-slaves licked and sucked on Mary's pussy and clit for fifteen minutes, as Mary force-fed Elizabeth four gallons of gruel.

When the four containers were empty Al handed her a strop. "Tap Sweet Pea's tummy, Helm."

Mary stood on wide spread legs having her cunt and clit licked and sucked, while she beat Elizabeth, gruel bloated stomach as hard as she could.

When each sex-slave finished her fifteen minutes of twat worshipping they were escorted to Helen's Toybox by one of the brothers and put away. Except for Steve and Beth. Robert escorted them to the engine room and put them away in their spots in the bilge.

When Robert returned to the mess deck he saw his sister-in-law on her knees, kissing the deck just in front of Mary. Linda had her ass thrust up high just under Mary's cunt. Gloria who's breast rings were still attached to Linda's cunt lip rings had her torso slightly twisted which was stretching Gloria's left breast and Linda's right cunt lip. The back of Gloria's neck was pressing into base of the throttle sticking out of Linda's shitter. Gloria had her head crank around as far as she could turn it and was lancing her tongue through Mary's twat, while Mary continue to beat his niece's gruel bloated stomach.

When Gloria completed her fifteen minutes of twat worshipping, Al grabbed a hand full of her hair. He yanked her backwards and due to titty/twat connection Linda was dragged from under Mary. Al held Gloria back keeping her breasts and his wife's cunt lips tautly stretched. Then with a simple toenail clipper Al cut the two leather thongs that held the two sets of rings together. Al lifted Gloria off the deck by her hair and threw her against the bulkhead that separated the galley and mess deck. Using the bulkhead she had just slammed into to help her right herself on her rump. She then waddled on her rump behind Robert to Helen's Toybox.

After tossing Gloria like a rag doll Al slammed his foot into his wife's cunt. Linda scurried on her knees back to Mary and started her fifteen minutes of worshipping her High Priestess of the Twats. It was the last thing she wanted to do. What she did want was to stop this seventeen-year-old teenager whose cunt she was licking and sucking, from beating her daughter. But her in the few hours of being out of the sewage tank, Linda had seen nightmarish tortures inflicted upon the bodies of women for just the tiniest or even imagery act of rebellion. So Linda remained on her knees paying homage to and worshipping a teenager that was less then half of her thirty-eight years.

"EEEEKKKKK! Linda howled as her husband jerked her away from her pussy sucking by the throttle in her ass. She was dragged the across the mess deck through the galley to the reefer marked "HELEN'S TOYBOX". Her husband swing, her back and forth several times before releasing his grip on the throttle base. Linda flew into the reefer, crashing to the deck at its center, landing on her back atop of her bound arms. Linda was gasping trying to regain her breath that had knock out of her upon impact. With tear filled eyes she stared up in shock disbelief at the forest of inverted nude women hanging spread-eagled above her. As she lay there gasping, Frank and Robert grabbed her legs and fitted cuffs with little steel pikes that dug into her flesh, tightly around her ankles. Then her brother-in-laws flipped her over on her ballooned breast, spreading her legs wide and placed a foot on each of her ass cheeks.

"AAARRRGGGEEE! NOOOOO! ALBERT NOOOOOO! NOOOOOO! AAAARRRRGGGGEEEE!" Linda howled as her husband grasp the base of the throttle with both if his hands and yanked.

PLOP! AAARRRGGGEEE! AAARRRGGGEEE! AAARRRGGGEEE! Linda continued to howl as the throttled that had been super glued in her shitter was ripped out. Frank and Robert connected her wide spread legs to a spreader bar and hoisted her up. Then they placed the same type of cuffs that were on her ankles to her wrist. When the cuffs were tightly fitted around her wrist, Al, using bolt cutters snapped the short chains of the rusty handcuffs around her wrist and elbows. Handcuffs that her daughter had put on her. Handcuffs that were put on her in her daughter's bedroom the day the bubble burst on what she thought was the perfect little family.

Linda renewed her screaming as Frank and Robert pulled, and stretched her arms. Arms that had spent the last two years secured in the same position behind her back. Linda's long dormant muscles felt as if they were on fire, as they were forced into a "Y" shape and secured to the eyebolts in the reefer floor. While Robert fished a vinyl tube into Linda's urethra, and Frank rammed a butt-plug into her bleeding rectum, Al was tying the throttle he had yanked out of his wife's shitter to her clit ring so that the bloody chrome ball rested between her eyes. Once Linda was hooked up to the sewage system Al activated the hoist that Linda was hanging from.

By time her husband stopped the little motor, her body was stretched very taunt. Linda believed that if her husband had let the hoist motor, run for a single second more, her arms and legs would have been ripped off. Linda howled and thrashed the only part of her body that could still move. The throttle bounced off her head and slammed back into it as Linda thrashed it around.

Al stooped down on his haunches in front of his wife and tightly clamped a pair of vice grips onto her nose. Holding her head still via the vice grips Al cooed sweetly to his wife. "Darling this is where the toys rest and relax after a fun day of games and frolicking in the sun. Your yammering is disturbing them. If you don't keep quit, regretfully. I'm going to have to revoke your speaking privileges just like your daughter's were." Al pushed about an inch of a force-feeding dildo into his wife's mouth. "Understand?"

With a very muffled, nasally sounding voice Linda responded, "Yes, Albert My Lord and Master. I will remain very quiet so the toys can rest after their day of fun games and frolicking."

"Good I'll just let you hold these to help you remember to keep quit." Al stood up living the vice grip clamped to Linda's nose and the force feeding dildo partially inserted in her mouth, and left the reefer with his brothers.

Not only did Linda stop her screaming but she also stopped her thrashing. With her nostrils, clamp shut, preventing the intake of any air. And the dildo lodged in her mouth with a girth of a beer can, reduced even more the amount of air she could suck pass the tight fitting collar. She could no longer spare the air that both activities demanded. So Linda hung tautly stretched, upside down, keeping very still and quit.

"Slimy, Sludge Meat, your savior is here!" chucked Robert.

Linda slowly turned her hear towards the reefer entrance. Slumped between her two brother-in-laws was her daughter. Elizabeth was being half dragged and half walking on rubbery legs. Al followed behind his daughter whipping her rearend.

The little band stopped right in front of Linda. Frank and Robert release their grips on their niece's upper arms. She instantly collapsed to the deck in a groaning twitching heap.

As on the mess deck, in a near blur of motions the three Anderson brothers first strip the rubber bikini off then rig their pubescent family member as the other sex-slaves in the reefer were.

From the reefer entrance Mary's sang out sweetly, "Robert My Lord and Master, I have My Most Wise and Wonderful Mistress, meal."

Well then get your lazy ass in here and give it to her!" Roared Robert.

Mary scurried over to Elizabeth and hooked the gallon container to the young teen's feeding tube. Robert took the container from Mary. Like an IV bag he hung the gallon container filled with gruel upside down from his niece's little toe.

Linda looked at her inverted, suspended daughter. Elizabeth's bright red and purple, welted stomach was so bloated with gruel it made her look as if she was in the last stage of pregnancy and was about to give birth.

With the muffled, nasally voice Linda pleaded with her husband. "Please Albert, don't do this to your daughter! She can't possibility eat anymore. Plea.mmmermmmer."

Al slammed the force-feeding dildo to its base and secured it, then removed the vice grip from her nose. "What's the matter darling? Jealous that Sweet Pea is getting more to eat then you?" Giggled Al. "Well I'm sure that she won't mind sharing." Al disconnected his daughter's waste discharge tube from the sewage system and connected it to the tube of Linda's force feeding dildo. Now when Elizabeth urinated and/or had a bowel movement it would be ejected down Linda's gullet. And with the generous amount of Ex-lax, added to Frank's special recipe gruel mixture that the sex-slaves ate it wouldn't be very long before Elizabeth would be shitting up a storm. "There now Sweet Pea can give you all the food she wants to!" The three brothers roared with laughter.

"Helm its time to fill the new milk dispenser." Roared Al.

Mary scurried out as Al squatted down in front of his wife and flicked, pinched and twisted her nipples. He stopped when Mary rolled the milk cart next to him.

"Darling, you are going get to do something you haven don since Sweet Pea was born."

Linda stared quizzically at her husband, until he plunge two syringes into the center of her nipples. She felt the bite of the numbing cold liquid running through her lactiferous ducts filling spongy tissue of her breasts.

"You're going to be providing milk, with these." Al giggled as he slapped his wife's filling breasts.

"Helm, go secure the sewage tank hatch and turn out the tank's lights. Then go to Sweet Pea's stateroom." Al barked, as he watch the goats milk flow into his wife's breasts. She had been so goddamn infuriated with him, when he tried to get a sample taste of her milk when she was nursing the infant Elizabeth those many years ago. He was looking forward to sucking his wife's breasts.

As Al begin to stand he started laughing so hard he sat down on the deck, as he saw brown liquid flow through the vinyl tube leading into the base of his wife's force feed dildo.

"Aren't you glad that your daughter talked me into letting you out of your shit hole, and join us. You must be so proud of her."

With her daughter's warm viscous shit filling her stomach and cold goat milk filling her breasts and along with all of the hellish pain she had gone through today and the equally hellish treatment of her daughter. Linda was wishing the exact opposite. She, was wishing that she was back in the peaceful solitude of the sewage tank, happily wallowing in the sludge of human waste. And though she was proud of her daughter, at being able to survive the brutality of Al and his brothers. And she didn't blame her for sympathetic and brave action. Linda wished that Elizabeth had never approach her father with her request.

With her entire body aflame with pain from multifarious beatings that were delivered by her father, uncles and Mary and her mind reeling from the knowledge of what was in the gruel that was bloating her stomach. Elizabeth also was wishing that she had never brought the subject of getting medical aid for her mother. Her father had warned her many times not to even mention her mother to him or her uncles. Much less ask for special treatment.

"Nightly-night, we'll see you toys bright and early for Sweet Pea's hour long bea. No wait, lets see my wife back talked, complained and whined through out the day. So you all will be present and take part in Sweet Pea's TWO-HOUR BEATING, at 0600. So breakfast is at 0500 and reveille for you bitches will be at 0300." Al cackled as he turned the Toybox light out and slammed the door.

Elizabeth shuddered and groaned to herself in the darkness, "Dear God, two hours! If I had only kept my big mouth shut, I wouldn't be in this mess. I would still be the toys overseer instead of that bitch Mary. If I am ever allowed out of this mess, I'll make that bitch pay. Pay dearly! I'll make sure to tell her not only was she happily gulping down human remains in the gruel she drank, but also the human remains from the little drum were her newlywed husband's. Yes she would make the bitch pay!

Dear god two hours, my poor little, body! Mother why didn't you protect me? You're my mother! Mothers are supposed to protect their daughters especially little twelve-year-olds. Why didn't you protect me? Why am I not at home studying for mid terms? "

Elizabeth groan in agony as her bloated stomach cramped and watery shit exploded from her shitter and raced through the vinyl tubes to her mother's gullet.