Truck of Human Furniture

“Hey Lou, who do you have?” you ask as you approach Lou, the stone-faced driver of the eerily silent truck. The guy was much taller than you and was built like a gorilla but he has been with the company since the beginning and knows a lot about the goings on in the facility.

“A lot of furniture,” he replies as he walks up the small stairs to get level with the door and to shake your hand. “Nice seeing you back on dayshift.”

“Good to be back,” you watch him go to unlock the door. “Furniture from where?”

“You know the Collins?” Lou asks as he reaches down to pull the door open. “Well they are redecorating.” He eases the door up and you see dozens of characters frozen in various pleasing and painful looking positions. You can see a bed frame where eight female characters with shapely asses and large breasts were locked in the frame to create a mattress out of their breasts or ass depending on which was bigger. Several characters were restrained and bent in ways to form tables and nightstands; some were bent over and grabbing their ankles while a glass or wood tabletop was plugged into their ass and pussy while others were on their elbows and knees with their forearms and legs bound tightly up to support a glass top to make coffee tables. Among these girls were some Vulcans, Fire Nation girls, Tamaraneans, a few vampires that looked vaguely familiar, a Shantae and a Videl.

You saw a naked Juleka from Miraculous ladybug posed with her arms and one leg out to work as a coat rack. There was an Ashelin from Jak and Daxter that was bent almost perpendicular to the ground with a medium sized flower pot wedged in her ass that still had a plant in it. On top of a set of living furniture, was a large chandelier that took up much of the space with a Tracer, D.Va and Mercy posed in such a way that they were connected by an intricate pattern of dildos that when from one ass to another’s pussy or mouth while unlit candles were positioned above them.

You whistle at the sight, “I knew the Collins were rich but not throw out over thirty characters on a whim rich. Is that chandelier real Mithril?”

“They were strapping Princess Peach, Zelda and Samus Aran into a vibranium chandelier when I left.” You were about to comment further but you remember why you were curious about the shipment in the first place, the quiet. You look closely at the characters and you notice that they were all glossy eyed and stiff like statues.

“Are they…?” You start but Lou quickly shakes his head.

“They are alive, they just have a petrification mod,” He explained then shouted into the truck. “Eren shi.” With sharp intake of air the characters blinked and those who were not gagged (with either a ball gag or dildo) made noises of complaint as they wiggled in their restraints as the discomfort of being still for a long time caught up with them. The characters working as chairs and tables beneath the chandelier released groans of pain as the weight of the characters and the chandelier pressed down on them.

“Help us with them, will you?” Lou asks as he and the workers walked inside the truck and started to pull characters out. Stepping inside you …