Tuesday, January 27, 2009

6.
Commander Easyl Tube
Rex Insidium
The Vaults


"Please report to the checkout counter. Please report to the checkout counter."

 This, Commander, are the very last words I heard before my flagellation burst, the slippery contents leaving a waxy sheen on my thighs as the electo-stim striker probed deeper, it's sibilant cry erupting in the dank interior of my organ's vestibule.

It was just past two in the morning and the vault alarms were blaring commands for us to leave before the automatic pumps and valves ceased to hold their turbidity and began their squalid prolapse into the interior juices.

Threading our way along the corridors in the dark we managed to salvage the ID tags of all the female subjects undergoing the experiments in most all the bays except for the latex gagging and wrapping room and the nymphet vibratorium.

Our only casualty was Prefect Jonnie-Boy whose gold handled examination cane, a family heirloom,  slippery with pudendal overflow, somehow clattered to the ground and when he bent to catch it he caught his wrist on a restraint collar and it snapped like a dry twig.

So, Commander, you can just imagine what we must do next as the vaults are flooded and the subjects submerged until we get a tidal recession and can get back in to massage their
vitals with pulsation and throbbing tubes.

I have taken the liberty, and I sincerely hope this is not offensive to you, the liberty of, you know, of putting myself in charge of the discipline of the employee phalanx in Seccione Quattro because the copulatory desires are beginning to swell and insinuate themselves into organ placement and relief. This could have been a disaster and had to be attended to
before sexual gyrations jeopardized the balancing shafts which are lubricated with ejaculatory spittle.

Thank you for you patience. The plague and sickness is well underway and they too shall pass within the next fortnight and we can begin the wiping, cleansing and detritus removal from all Prefects and Secciones.

Kind Regards,

Anthoine Emil Charpentier

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