Intake of human slave material (14)
Added 2024-05-04 16:00:11 +0000 UTCContinued from "Intake of human slave material (13)".
“My tummy is about to burst, may I please go potty,” Paula begged the processors as they left the shelter with the service slave's transport crate. But they weren't the least bit interested in the nagging that the damn bitches kept up while they were chained to the post outside for the duration of the bowel cleansing. Not much could happen here if a mishap should occur and one of the critters were to explode. Rules were rules and the servants could not afford to be compassionate or even lenient, because the camp supervisor saw everything and everyone. “Shut your filthy mouth, it's better for you - believe me,” the processor walking at the back barked at her whimpering prey girl as she heaved the slave crate down the stairs of the tin shack. The other two shaven-headed females sobbed quietly to themselves, although their abdomens ached no less under the pressure of the cleaning fluid inside them. The inflated plugs in their asses resisted this pressure relentlessly. The air valves of the plugs could only be operated with a special tool that only the processors had. If the subdued females would forcibly remove the inflated plug, their sphincter would have been permanently destroyed.
Continued in "Intake of human slave material (15)".
