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Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 7: Trip to the Powder Room
Wendy scurried on her hands and knees over to the tin pail that she had originally eaten the godoxious meal from.
“Squat over your meal container.”
Though the tender undersides of her blister feet sent severe pain raced up her legs Wendy squatted over the tin pail that she had eaten from.
“OK Miss Prissy Twat time to piss and shit.”
Wendy looked up at the gray-haired woman in disbelief. Surely the gray-haired woman wasn't serious. She couldn't be. But when Wendy saw the gray-haired woman lift the electrical wire over her head Wendy knew that she was serious. Very, very serious.
“AAARRRGGGEEEAAAGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire blazed across the top of her breasts. The single vicious lashing drove Wendy to her knees. She wrapped her arms around her throbbing breasts.
“Twat, I said it was time to piss and shit.” Roared the gray-haired woman. “If I don't see you pissing and shitting pronto I'll whip those fat boobies off your chest. And you best not let any of it get on the floor or you will use that dirty mouth of yours to clean it up!”
Wendy squatted back over the tin pail being careful to center herself over it then squeeze her bladder dry and empty her bowels in to the tin pail. After the last dribble of piss dripped into the pail and the last glob of shit splashed down into the pail Wendy howled in anguish as the gray-haired woman slashed her across her back with the electrical cable.
The force of the blow across her back caused Wendy to pitched forward from her squatting position over the tin pail that she has just eaten from and relived herself in. She fell to her knees and onto her forearms. Her head hanging down between her arms her long auburn hair cascading over her puffy tear sodden face. Wendy's entire body was shuddering from her soul wracking sobs.
“Stand Twat!” Bellowed the gray-haired woman.
With tears streaming down her face Wendy lifted her head up and looked at the gray-haired woman standing just outside of the freezer with the dreaded electrical wire. With effort and wincing in pain the sobbing teen struggled to her tenderized feet. The well-beaten teen stood on rubbery legs trembling with dread. Instinctively she used her hands to preserve some since of modesty. With her left arm she covered her ample, striped breasts while her right hand covered her jism-incrusted vagina.
“Twat get over here and bring your slop pail!”
As Wendy stooped down she removed her left arm from around her battered breasts. After she grasped the tin pail and straiting back up she gingerly made her way to the entrance of the freezer. The teen blushed a deep red as her bodily waste slosh in the tin pail as she hobbled along.
Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!
“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire danced across her breasts. The howling teen raced her right hand that was covering her pussy up to her battered breasts to fend off the electrical wire.
“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!” screamed the distraught teen as the gray-haired woman used the electrical wire to slice a path through her jism encrusted pubes.
“Twat! Make a fist with that free hand and shove it up your ass!”
Wendy curled her right hand that she was protecting her throbbing breasts with into a tight fist. She rushed her fisted hand around to her tenderized bottom. With her inflamed, gapping rectum still dripping globs of jism Wendy had no trouble sliding her entire dainty fist up her bottom.
“Twat, squat and put the pail down!”
Keeping her right fist buried in her gapping shitter Wendy squatted down and sat her feeding / waste pail on the stainless steel floor of the walk-in freezer.
“Now fist that hand and shove it up your cunt!”
Remaining in her squatting position, Wendy winced in pain as she quickly balled her left hand and pushed it up into her stretched out, jism slick vagina. She could feel the knuckles of her two hands between the thin membrane that separated her two internal passages.
The gray-haired woman grinned as she looked down at the squatting teen before her, “That's where your personal dildos belongs unless told otherwise. Left dildo up your shitter! And the right dildo best be up your cunt! If them personal dildos are not where they belong I'll stomp on them until every fucking bone in them are busted! Do you understand me Twat!”
Looking up at the snickering gray-haired woman before her, the young tormented teen blush a deep, deep red from total humiliation as she remained squatting with one hand stuffed up her pussy and the other hand planted up her rear. Never in her wildest dreams had Wendy ever dreamed of a situation as bizarre as this. “I understand.” Wendy sobbed.
“Stand!”
With her hands stuffed inside her Wendy had no way to counterbalance herself had nearly caused her to toppled over as she straiten up from her squatting position. The young tormented teen had to slouch over like an old women in order to keep her hands planted in their respective holes.
“Now bend over and pick up your pail with your pie hole.”
With her front teeth missing it was a bit tricky, but after several attempts Wendy manage to capture the tin pail hoop handle with her rear teeth. Clamping down hard she manage to lift the pail up off the floor as she straiten-up.
Wendy nearly lost her gourmet meal and dessert once again as she started to cough and hack as the fumes of her piss and shit wafted up from the pail assaulted her olfactories. However not wishing to be forced to eat it once again along with the possibility of digesting her bodily waste if any of it spilled out of the pail the teen fought back her urge to vomit.
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