Shit Pitt--Sway of the Sweater pt. 2 of 8: Sweater's Release
"Ahh! Uhh! Unggh!" Monica moaned in frustration as she moved her half-naked body in an attempt to escape the bra that bound her to her bed! She had tried everything to get free, but her bra was bound by an invisible force and was too tight to slip out of. The clasps were unreachable since she lay on her back.
"Damn, why don't I own a front clasping bra?!?"
Monica then tried to squeeze her womanly assets from the bra cups but it was rather painful and she realized that even if she got them free, the rest of her would still be stuck!
Monica shook her head. "No way this body is gonna slip out of that small space!" She dropped her head back on her pillow and sighed. She then attempted to roll to her side and was shocked to realize that the bra had suddenly been released!
"Well...isn't that something?" Monica lifted herself off the bed and was suddenly aware of her undergarments spread all over the bed. "What the hell happened last night?!?"
*****
"Hulluhulluhulla!! Dea to de traitor! Dea to merican fashoon! Dea to dis sweater," came the muffled protests of Halabaad from somewhere beneath his sweater-wrapped head. The floating poo face of Shithead was nowhere to be seen as the blue sweater now covered the entire thing! Yet, though he was buried, Shithead was not gone! The Demon of Defecation rose up to silence Halabaad in his anger.
"You will do no such thing!" The voice of Shithead spoke clearly and loudly, unaffected by the physical wrappings of the sweater. "There will be no death to the sweater so long as my sweater shit exists within it!"
Halabaad questioned Shithead telepathically so that his words would be clear. "But Master, it betrayed us! The sweater released Clementine and now it attacks us!"
"Calm yourself, Halabaad. The sweater acts independently apart from my full reclaim of my shit properties. It merely acted on it's original purpose...to protect Clementine from all harm. However, its decision to attach itself to you has put it back in contact with its master! Now I can easily absorb the sweater shit back into myself, leaving a lifeless inanimate object behind!"
With that the sweater suddenly lost all hold on the head of Halabaad and fell down to the sand like the normal sweater that it was.
"Master! Where is Clementine?!? The floating turd head of Shithead was once more visible and spun around quickly to locate him. They spotted Clementine making his way towards the trees.
"Stop him!" Shithead ordered. Halabaad reached into his robe and pulled out a pistol which he fired quickly and recklessly. The bullet whizzed past Clementine as he ducked behind a tree.
"Graggh! He escapes!" Halabaad fired off a few more shots but was unable to properly target him as Clementine disappeared in the foliage of the forest.
"No matter." Shithead sighed. "We came here to get my sweater shit, not Clementine."
"But Master! Did you not desire to have him in your service once more?"
Shithead's turds paused their movement for a second as if the Demon of Defecation actually felt concern for the loss of a Shitling. "Clementine is lost to us for now but we have no time to involve ourselves here." The body of Halabaad then reached down and lifted up the sweater. "With this in our grasp though, we may see him again! We have what we came for and it will certainly work on another Shitling just as well! The image of the bound Terrance the Pirate flashed through the joined mind of Shithead/Halabaad as they both laughed.
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"Damn, why don't I own a front clasping bra?!?"
Monica then tried to squeeze her womanly assets from the bra cups but it was rather painful and she realized that even if she got them free, the rest of her would still be stuck!
Monica shook her head. "No way this body is gonna slip out of that small space!" She dropped her head back on her pillow and sighed. She then attempted to roll to her side and was shocked to realize that the bra had suddenly been released!
"Well...isn't that something?" Monica lifted herself off the bed and was suddenly aware of her undergarments spread all over the bed. "What the hell happened last night?!?"
*****
"Hulluhulluhulla!! Dea to de traitor! Dea to merican fashoon! Dea to dis sweater," came the muffled protests of Halabaad from somewhere beneath his sweater-wrapped head. The floating poo face of Shithead was nowhere to be seen as the blue sweater now covered the entire thing! Yet, though he was buried, Shithead was not gone! The Demon of Defecation rose up to silence Halabaad in his anger.
"You will do no such thing!" The voice of Shithead spoke clearly and loudly, unaffected by the physical wrappings of the sweater. "There will be no death to the sweater so long as my sweater shit exists within it!"
Halabaad questioned Shithead telepathically so that his words would be clear. "But Master, it betrayed us! The sweater released Clementine and now it attacks us!"
"Calm yourself, Halabaad. The sweater acts independently apart from my full reclaim of my shit properties. It merely acted on it's original purpose...to protect Clementine from all harm. However, its decision to attach itself to you has put it back in contact with its master! Now I can easily absorb the sweater shit back into myself, leaving a lifeless inanimate object behind!"
With that the sweater suddenly lost all hold on the head of Halabaad and fell down to the sand like the normal sweater that it was.
"Master! Where is Clementine?!? The floating turd head of Shithead was once more visible and spun around quickly to locate him. They spotted Clementine making his way towards the trees.
"Stop him!" Shithead ordered. Halabaad reached into his robe and pulled out a pistol which he fired quickly and recklessly. The bullet whizzed past Clementine as he ducked behind a tree.
"Graggh! He escapes!" Halabaad fired off a few more shots but was unable to properly target him as Clementine disappeared in the foliage of the forest.
"No matter." Shithead sighed. "We came here to get my sweater shit, not Clementine."
"But Master! Did you not desire to have him in your service once more?"
Shithead's turds paused their movement for a second as if the Demon of Defecation actually felt concern for the loss of a Shitling. "Clementine is lost to us for now but we have no time to involve ourselves here." The body of Halabaad then reached down and lifted up the sweater. "With this in our grasp though, we may see him again! We have what we came for and it will certainly work on another Shitling just as well! The image of the bound Terrance the Pirate flashed through the joined mind of Shithead/Halabaad as they both laughed.
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