One of the slaves knelt on a cart that held all of the drink makings underneath. Her rectum was being used as the shaker. I watched as they made a dai...uiri. The slave taking the order poured the non-alcoholic ingredients into a funnel in the other slave’s asshole, whom then shook her ass. When she was satisfied that the drink was well mixed, she knelt upright playing with her own tits as the other slave put a glass under her asshole. They were very good at their job, not one drop was spilled.. And her nipples, he said. See how big they are? That isn't the suction. That's her. Her arousal. The pain slut, the pain whore, waiting to be hurt. I knew he was right. The desire was making me crazy, I hadn't got off all night, my mouth and belly were full of the cum of a dozen different men, and I hadn't cum. I felt the anger rising inside me, then I gasped as I heard the CLICK when he turned on the machine.There is no way to describe the feelings I was going through. The machine alternately. "Daven hold on we need to get that removed before it does too much damage to you," said Aric.Aric picked up Daven in his armor, as if he weighed nothing, and ran back through the battle lines.The whole time Daven was yelling in shock "What was that? What was that?"After they got to Daven's tent Aric ran off to get a healer.The healer said to him that before they could bandage the wound the crossbow bolt would have to come out.Aric suddenly ripped off Daven's armor as if it was made of paper and. We’ve been so worried.”“With cause,” I said. “I need to be quick.”I told her what I wanted. She didn’t like the idea. I didn’t want to read her in on everything Bobby was capable of, these days, and I didn’t have time to wear her down. I just told her he needed the bargaining chip of knowing what his father knew. I told her about Cheyenne Mountain, though I didn’t go into detail about how we escaped.“It’s only a matter of time before we get caught,” I said. “If he can’t answer their questions,.