“Fine, you can join in, but I was planning this whole pained scene, so don’t go cutting off too much before I’m done.”

“Always the party pooper. Has she been scrubbed,” Abel asked as he wandered over to the assortment of scrub brushes.

“If you mean, did I clean her pussy, then no. I didn’t fuck her, and before you ask, I’m not going to.”

I leaned over Karen once more and then decided I didn’t want to hear her annoying voice. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard, so I laid down my tool to grab the silver roll of tape. Tearing off a piece, I slapped it over her mouth, and the hysterical screams dulled to a muffled roar.

Abel returned with a brush almost the same size as a toilet brush. He dumped a giant glob of the special cleaner right between her spread legs. The thrashing got worse, and the screams more insistent as she stared at the bristly object.

“You ready, brother?”

“You don’t really expect me to sing that stupid song with you again, do you?”

“Awe, come on, it’s always better with two people.”

“Isn’t it bad enough that I’m going to get that stupid tattoo later today?” Abel just stared at me, and I groaned. “Fine, I’ll sing it.”

“Woohoo! One, two…one, two, three.” Abel dipped the brush into the special cleaning solution and then jammed the large scrub brush on the long handle inside Karen’s pussy with a single thrust. The scream was still loud behind the tape as her back arched against the straps holding her to the table.

“Scrub da puussy. Scrub da, scrub da puussy. Scrub da puussy. Scrub it all day long.” Abel and I paused as he thought about what he wanted the second line to be.

“Ram it in the chubb, chubb, chubb. Ram it in the chubb, chubb, chubb,” Abel yelled and then held his finger up as his voice went up a few octaves. “Chubb, chubb, chubb.”

He pointed his finger down and lowered his voice until it sounded like a tuba. “Chubb, chubb, chubb.”

He continued to work, his arms flexing as he jammed the brush into her so it disappeared and reappeared in time with his singing.

“Oh, scrub da puussy. Scrub da, scrub da puussy. Scrub da pussy. Scrub it all day long.” He finished and raised an arm in the air with the crescendo. “That was awesome. Why hadn’t I thought of that second verse before?”

“Can I get back to what I was doing now?” I picked up my prized tool.

“Such a bore, but fine, just don’t cut up her asshole. I want to fuck it.”