Amy stared in horror, balking at the obscenity of the proposal. The disgusting experience of her transportation to Cruciatu had been sickening enough, but to be asked - ordered - to actively lick her own sister was beyond obscene. But all her courage, her fierce passion, had burned out in the cold fury of her desperate outburst against Taylor. She simply found herself nodding wordlessly, agreeing to orally pleasure her sister, as she focused on drawing down air past the still-oppressive tightness of her collar.
Badir simply smiled in acknowledgement. Mudan's nod in response to her obedience was curtly dismissive, her eyes hard with disdain. And Taylor didn't notice Amy's acquiesce at all. All of the nurse's focus was on Penny, and a slow, sadistic smile curled the corner of the nurses lips as she watched her words sink in.
The blonde's finger still rested on Penny's nose as she stared into the helpless pony's eyes, grinning.
"Hkkakk... No!" Penny choked. Red rimmed eyes, her head spasming as she felt the new abrasive implant jabbing at every syllable. "I can't... Hkaff... Please. Nurse!! Don't ma-kkkchh-make me lick her!!'. Tears streaming down the side of her face and splattered on the floor.
Taylor simply giggled, her eyes sparkling as she leaned down to Penny's crying face and kissed her nose softly.
"Of course I won't make you" Taylor whispered, her voice softly vicious "Oh no no. I'll simply torture you - until you choose to! But of course if you want to leave that disgusting fat tongue lolling around uselessly while your sister smothers you in her dripping cunt and makes you choke on every drop of grool that's fine too. You can always try and resist, Penny. You just can't close your mouth, that's all!"
With another click of the remote Penny's jaws sprang back open, painfully parted as the poor woman screamed and struggled, choking and gagging as the horrible steel hornet swung back and forth at the top of her throat, and as she stared up, her wide green eyes welling up with pure revulsion and despair, Taylor spat directly into her spread mouth, a bubble of clear frothy saliva splattering Penny's tortured tongue.
"She's ready!" the nurse declared. "Sugarsquirts - mount!"
Amy simply stared, whimpering, as Badir in front of her, his large cock brushing her cheek. With deceptive speed and grabbed each of her metal-tipped nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging until Amy stumbled forwards, squealing with distress.
The massive man moved backwards steadily as Amy clattered forwards, her clacking hoof-boots a sharp counterpoint to the gutteral gagging sounds bubbling from Penny's tormented throat.
"Come on girl" he urged "Plant that famously soaking snatch of yours down and get your tongue to work! Tongue only mind! And for god's sake don't choke yourself on those disgusting ruined lips."
He gave a violent wrench at Amy's nipples that jerked her forwards to drop hard onto Penny's upturned face, making the younger sister scream as Penny's nose rammed violently between her cheeks and crushed itself against her tightly plugged ass.
“These might help get them going.” Badir stated flatly as he dipped into his punch and retrieved two white sugarcubes.
Amy was too bewildered to sense what was going on and although she would never admit it, the tight and painful filling of her anus by the dildo and the movement involved had stimulated her inner vagina walls. As her moist pussy slopped down on Penny’s painfully gaping mouth she gasped in surprise at the quick feeling of pleasure.
When Badir’s massive paw suddenly covered her mouth, and as she felt the familiar sweet and chemically sugarcube slide down her tongue and start to dissolve, she wailed in the despair. She knew, and hated knowing that she would no longer be able to control herself once the drug kicked in, superhumanly altering her wanton urges..
Still distracted by her distress, the pull came as a surprise as Amy was yanked forward by Mudan pulling on her hair, squashing Penny’s soft, mountainous udders with her belly and almost pulling her off her feet as she lurched forward, her head being pushed down into Penny’s splayed crotch.
Penny’s red face was once again visible, a glistening snail trail of Amy’s juices covering her face and lips. As she gazed upwards at the leering faces of Taylor and Badir, the dark skinned oversee held up the small tightly packed cube between two massive fingers and moved it back and forth until Penny’s eyes unwillingly locked onto it.
“A little motivation for you my dear”
“Yes i think thats a good idea” Taylor chirped “I imagine she’ll still be in quite a bit of pain from all she’s gone through, so a little help to get her over the edge will be just what the doctor ordered!”
“Bon appetit”
The cube was dropped from the man’s fingers, smashing perfectly on Penny’s red tortured uvula.
As Penny gargled on the slowly dissolving sweet she couldn't just swallow to get it over with, Badir rested his hand on Amy’s lower back until the younger sister obediently began to lower herself onto the awaiting pit that was her own sister's mouth.
With a final sob, Penny’s breathing was reduced to just her nose as her lower jaw disappeared under the musky flesh of her sister. Her wide eyes just peering out from the bottom of Amy’s asscheeks, were focused on the pierced ring of her sister’s brown anus, the hypnotic circle becoming the only thing in the word she could see before her eyes blurred with tears.
Amy was also gaping involuntarily as she got a close up view of Penny’s modified sex from above. The rings looked horrendous up close; thick, serrated and still twitching like they had a mind of their own. The creases and folds of her labia were bloated, stretched and stacked up on each other. Worst of all was her clit - trapped and erect in the clit collar and adorned with another torturous ring. A tower of pain nestled among the hellish, fleshy landscape of her vagina, anywhere where the metal met skin was almost blood red with irritation from tiny scrapes and scratch marks.
“MMMmmmmffff” Before she could take in the view anymore, Mudan pressed her face firmly into the mess and hissed in her ear.
“Lick girl. Make her cum fast - it will be better for you and for her. Lick for all your pathetic lives are worth.”
Penny gasped as she felt the first warm caresses of Amy’s tongue. Knowing there was no escape from the humiliation, and desperately wanting to escape more pain, she dutifully began to wiggle her tongue clumsily across the sex now suffocating her, squeezing her eyes shut as her sister's anus puckered in response.
Penny gagged almost instantly, and Nurse Taylor had to suppress a thin, cruel smirk as the helplessly bound pony's entire body shuddered in her brutal bonds.
The sensation of her bloated, exhausted tongue pushing into the yielding, soupy grool that flooded Amy's cunt was sickeningly grotesque and intimate, and Penny almost screamed with the vile realisation that the sudden burst of tight pressure engulfing her modified muscle was her own sister's sex clenching tight, milking Penny's tongue as Amy's pussy pulled it deeper.
The superhuman excretion of Amy's juices was in full flow, spurred on by yet another drugged sugarcube, and the movement of either Penny's reluctant, clumsily waggling tongue. She began to grind against her sister's helpless face, producing a steady stream of cream that tracked back across Penny's tongue. Cloying and sickly sweet, it passed each defenceless tastebud before dripping with nauseating slowness into the depths of Penny's throat where choking, bubbling gurgles of grool as the sobbing woman was struggling to avoid the inevitable experience of being cruelly force-fed her sister's sickly sweet secretions.
And, worse, the psychological horror of experiencing pleasure even as she was half suffocating, half drowning in Amy's soaking hot depths.
Because, even as Penny was drowning in cuntjuice, Amy's own nimble little tongue was navigating the metal-tortured minefield of her sister's steel-shod sex, twirling and fluttering between the massive serrated rings that kept Penny's labia in a state of constant tortured tension to seek out the engorged, imprisoned clit, a tower of tortured nerves converted at Claire's command from an organ of pure pleasure to an altar of eternal agony.
"God, please. Forgive me, Penny" Amy moaned into the inflamed fleshy mess of her sister's lips "forgive me if I cum..."
And then, as Penny's enormously inflated tongue coiled and wriggled in the furnace of Amy’s infernal lust, the younger sister wrapped her own lips delicately around the demoniacal spiked clit ring buried within her sister's clit and began to curl her tongue over and around Penny's swollen, suffering pearl. Forcing Penny towards an orgasm in a huge gurgling explosion of coughing, the rush of unaccustomed pleasure forced Penny to swallow so much of her sister's excretions.
The scene playing out in front of the ‘captive’ audience was not pleasant or alluring at all; far from it. Each girl never finding a rhythm, Amy on one end awkwardly jerking in pain as the serrated rings scraped or pierced her tongue in bursts of stinging pain, and Penny on the other coughing and spluttering under Amy's wet pussy, desperately gasping for air.
The chokes, gurgles and squeals were changing. Building. Penny's screams of pain becoming deeper. Throatier. Every banshee wail catching in her throat, the air reverberated against the back of her throat. The air flow eventually turned to gurgles as she was waterboarded again and again by her sister's sopping cunt.
Each gasp of air tore past her tortured, burning, swollen red uvula, the poor organ going straight from an excruciating insertion of the spiky hornet implant to the immediate need to deal with the liquid threatening to choke poor Penny.
As she licked for her life, Penny could feel her sister doing the same. Her clit, her poor poor clit which had been abused non stop for days, was being lashed by Amy’s desperate tongue as she licked and sucked and teased the swollen nub. It was still a centre of pain, getting stronger as the barbed collar tightened against the blood engorged flesh.
But in body, between gasps underneath all that pain, she could feel the smallest spark of pleasure within that storm of despair. Feeling light headed from lack of air, but also the drug starting to take effect, she tried to focus on the pleasure, remembering that if she just could orgasm then she and Amy could stop this utterly humiliating display.
Amy, on the other hand, was well on her way to an orgasm, gasping more than she was licking. She squeezed her eyes shut, instinctively ground her pussy into Penny’s face, and then, when her sister started to blubber as her air cut off, realised what she was doing and quickly repositioned herself.
Suddenly, her consciousness came back and she glanced around, finding Muhan’s stern but amused face before she started to stammer.
“O-Uhh-Uhhh P-Pleasss-Oh! Please…m-m-may I come Mis-t-tress??? P-Pleas-I can’t…Can’t…hold it!”
“Noooo..I don’t think so girly. It hasn’t nearly been long enough. You and sis are going to need to perform for hours once we put you up on the live web feeds. You’ll just have to last a little longer. Besides, I don’t think Penny is close at all? Were you always a selfish lover with Katie, Amy?”
Taylor couldn’t hel but stifle a giggle as Amy moaned in despair, her eyes rolling in her head s another wave of pleasure hit her, she doubled down on her efforts to bring Penny closer to climax.
“Maybe a few handicaps, Mu? Just to stave off any impending orgasms.” Taylor waggled one of the remotes while raising an eyebrow.
“Couldn’t agree more. Just what the doctor ordered.” Mudan brought out her own remote, doing so carefully, so not to draw attention to it from the sisters. She selected Amy, and hovered her thumb above the button, eyeing Taylor.
With a nod, both women pressed their remotes in unison, and activated a different function for both their charges; Amy’s collar suddenly restricted considerably and quickly, while Penny’s uvula implant started violently vibrating in her throat.
Amy's eyes bulged almost comically - or at least Mudan found it comical.
The helpless ponygirl had been only half way through a pathetic, pointless self-defence, a garbled "N-no M-mis-istress I... K-katie l-lov-oved me-eechhhkkkkk..."
...and the ridiculous insistence that she could be a caring lover when she wanted was cruelly choked from her.
Amy's face, already flushed with arousal, turned bright red, shading darker and darker as she thrashed against her bonds, her body bucking for air in an instinctive panic that left poor Penny literally pussy-whipped, her face and mouth smarting from the bucking bronco beating of Amy's cunt smashing against her mouth as the younger woman's hips bucked and thrashed, and Amy's head arched back away from the metal minefield of Penny's ravaged pussy, her tits jerking as her ribcage pumped frantically, Amy's lungs in spasm as she struggled to suck down air through the sadistically narrow sliver of windpipe still unimpeded by the crushing pressure of the collar as it strangled the protests from her.
Mudan laughed again, that icy tinkling giggle lashing through the room like a knife, causing both backpackers and Beverley to hold their own breath in deeply learned dread, and then she hooked a finger casually into Amy's open, gagging mouth, pinched the girl's tongue, and tugged it sharply down, back towards the bloated ugly bulb of Penny's torture-button.
Amy rasped in fear, her pulse pounding in her head amid a red haze, but she followed the silent order and set to it again, sucking and licking and choking at the studded spikes of her sister's swollen, distended cunt, driving Penny back into the confusing haze of horror, pain and hidden pleasure that she was enduring as Amy's mouth struggled to impose pleasure on a pussy almost utterly condemned to pain.
As Amy was kept continually choking, the risk of her orgasm receded. To the helpless bound pony it felt as if she was going to be throttled to death, every breath made thinner by the heavy burden of Penny's musk that polluted what little air she could still force into her quivering lungs, and her body allowed the prospect of orgasmic relief to evaporate almost into nothing. But for all Amy's existential terror, the psychological impact of Taylor's new handicaps was worse for Penny - just as the devious nurse had intended.
Already hideously traumatised by the experience of sending her engorged tongue slithering into her sister's sex, already experiencing hideous levels of revulsion as she gagged and choked and half drowned in Amy's slick, suffocating juices, Penny now felt the inside of her throat practically bursting with pain.
The hornet implant set her throat ablaze as the hideously spiked weight spun and pulsed, swinging in her tortured uvula and crashing against; her tonsils, the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth, dancing a demented jig of pain that utterly obliterated Penny's already-ragged self control.
Instead of obeying her orders, instead of following the repulsive command to eat her sister's cunt to orgasm, Penny simply started screaming.
But the scream did the job regardless, turning her long, swollen, modified tongue into a living, twitching, curling vibrator that twitched and pulsed in Amy's soaking pussy, setting her sister's juices flowing with even more abandon as Penny's spasming muscle thrashed against Amy's insides, fluttering helplessly against Amy's drug-sensitised nerves with every agonised squeal of horror, and every choking cough as Penny was force fed fresh gushes of Amy’s grool.
Cementing bit by bit into Penny's mind was the livid, searing concept that pleasuring a pussy meant nothing but pain. That oral sex meant agony. That licking cunt was torture and swallowing sexual secretions meant suffering.
It was virtually impossible to see anything of Penny's face behind the snug smothering shape of her sister's ass, but as she circled around the hideous display of horrified womanhood, Nurse Taylor saw one wide green eye rolling around in absolute maddened horror...
...and winked as the hornet discharged a burst of electrical fire that almost fried the cunt juice in Penny's gullet, that cracked along her tongue like a razor of pain, and swamped her sinuses with the raw stink of refined cunt - leaving Penny staring into Taylor's gleeful blue eyes with the thousand-yard stare of a human on the very edge of psychological destruction.
Amy shivered on the jerking snake made of her sister's warped flesh. Her eyes were rolled back in her head in ecstasy as she wheezed and brought in exhausted gulps of stale, musk-filled air.
Mudan had altered the tightness of Amy’s collar, making it pulse in and out of an industrial tight vice every few minutes. The tightening and loosening rhythm was making Amy feel light headed, weak, and tired. She caught herself wanting to give up, but in a last desperate groan of defeat, slopped her face back into Penny’s wet and splayed pussy and traipsed her tongue down the river of juices.
Penny only stopped screaming to suck back gurgling wet mouthfuls in a desperate attempt, having her own battle with getting enough oxygen.
Despite it all, both sisters were developing their own unique rhythms, working out what the other sister responded to by feeling them push in, or in the case of Penny’s pussy, flinching away as a vicious barb scraped against a drenched and raw tongue and labia minora.
The moans of both were building. Getting higher. Closer together and more desperate.
Both were bearing down, bodies tensing, legs and arms holding closer, fighting to find some passionate grip on the other body.
As they climbed higher, Mudan smiled sardonically and without ceremony “You may both cum.”
As the girls began to scream out at a building climax, they were joined by a chorus of high pitched squeals and shrieks as the female captive audience squatting on the anal dildos got a dilapitaing shock into their stretched rectums.
For Penny, her sister's pleasure was simply more torture. Amy's body had been so utterly corrupted by Leo's liberal use of the industrial aphrodisiac that her orgasm came in a jetting flood that drowned Penny's throat with an almost unendurable glut of grool, Amy's cream flowing and replenishing at a rate to rival the burning hyperproduction of Penny's massively tortured mammaries.
The intensity of Penny's drowning, smothering suffering intensified tenfold as Amy's cunt began to clamp down, clutching Penny's distended tongue in a brutal soft grip of slick muscles and searing heat, and Penny's screams intensified as the hornet implant kept up its abominable torture of her uvula, ensuring Penny's screams bubbled and vibrated into the smothering depths of her sister's pussy, maximising Amy's delighted pleasure and Penny's traumatised horror and fear.
All the while Amy's juices kept flowing, Penny's gullet straining as she swallowed load after load of the sickly sweet secretions pouring from her sister's sex, continuing until Penny's belly bulged obscenely even whilst bound backwards as she was, and the weight of Amy's body strapped so tightly over Penny's helpless form was a fresh torture, Amy's own enlarged tits crushing down on Penny's bloated stomach until she felt her stomach would burst.
And, amidst all that pain was the inevitable fading of Penny's orgasm, the ruination of the pleasure Amy had slaved so hard to deliver, the brutal, agonising cessation of an orgasm just as Penny's tormented clit was driven over the peak, throbbing and pulsing in its hideously tight spiked collar, forced to orgasm by a mud tongue - and then drowned entirely beneath the hideous, smothering, superheated fog of utterly incestuous lust in which Penny was held prisoner...
...while all around her the women screamed, shrieking and wailing and sobbing in absolute agony as their tight, stuffed, tortured asses were fried, and Penny sobbed and sobbed and sobbed into the her sister's smothering, suffocating, sickeningly slick cunt.
Amy slumped, exhaling heavily, her head slopping down into Penny’s pussy as she came down from her most explosive orgasm at Cruciatu so far. In her exhausted stupor she was oblivious to her sister’s now desperate attempts to withdraw her tongue from her sister's quim and breathe.
Ever the caretaker, Mudan intervened by yanking Amy up and off the floundering form, clearing Penny’s airways of the smothering sex of her sister.
“Let her breathe! Jeez, definitely a selfish lover. I’ll be sure to train that out of you”.
Penny coughed and spluttered, spitting sprays of her sister's juices into the air that gravity brought splattering back into her own face as she cleared her airways. Her eyes fluttered as she edged on the brink of consciousness.
Taylor came over and checked her pupils as her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Passed out again? Hrm…”
“Seems she is making a habit of that, yes?” Badir lumbered up and slapped one of Penny’s udders hard, making her jerk and choke but eliciting no intelligent response.
“ON YOUR KNEES! HANDS ON HEAD!” Mudan ordered Amy into position looking at the captive audience of slaves, who stared back at her with varying looks of bewilderment. All except the backpackers who seemed nettled that they had been punished due to the two clearly tainted newcomers. Amy was slowly coming to her senses and kept her head and posture high but eyes to the floor in abject horror at the humiliating exhibition she had just been forced to perform.
While Amy contemplated inward, Mudan joined the other overseers looking down at the soaked form of Penny who lay there rasping weakly.
“Passing out during a dark web livestream will be unacceptable. Surely you have something you can inject her with for that?”
“Oh yes of course” Taylor mused thoughtfully “Plenty of concoctions we can do to enforce consciousness no matter the situation. I think you’ll just need to ensure that that one doesn’t get too carried away.” Taylor jerked a thumb in Amy’s direction, speaking loud enough so the panting pony slave could hear.
“What a randy slut! Her own sister and she was ready to suffocate her with her needy pussy!” The cruel jab elicited a choked sob from Amy, but she dared not speak to defend herself. “Although I'm glad she gets to appreciate all the work we are putting into improving Penny!”
Taylor straightened her dress and put her hands on her hips, staring down at the unconscious Penny “I better get off to some of my other patients. Mu, you got this?” A terse nod from the Asian trainer. “Probably take it easier with these two if possible, at least for today. Send me their training program for tomorrow and I'll see if I have any recommendations and I might even try and squeeze in a visit!”
Taylor winked and just as she was about to leave, stopped. Her clicking heels began to approach Amy, filling her with dread. She did not know who this woman was but it was clear she had some involvement in Penny’s new deformities. She also knew, that she would very soon be forced to acknowledge the mutual oral sex that she had just wantonaly performed on her own flesh and blood; the tang of her sister's mutilated sex still seeping into the tiny lacerations across her mouth and lips.
—--
As Taylor had a moment with Amy, Mudan was tweaking Penny’s swollen, uncapped nipples; squeezing thick droplets from the unconscious cow.
“I’ll get the birdcage ready?” Badir rumbled “It should be clean, the tourists haven’t stayed in it for a while”
“That would be fabulous” Mudan gritted her teeth in rapt concentration, like a child stacking some blocks as she pinched and tweaked the elasticated teats. “I’ll require your muscles to get them in there, going to be quite a squeeze with these bloated tits.”
Amy knelt, trembling, her already rapid heartbeat fluttering in mounting terror as the steady clack clack clack of Taylor's heels got closer and closer behind her, but she kept her eyes staring straight ahead...
Staring in horror at her sister's unconscious, lolling body, still bound over backwards, smeared and gleaming in Amy's cream. From the kneeling pony's position, Penny's stomach looked hideously bloated, and Amy whimpered low in her throat as she realised how come her sister's belly bulged so badly.
As Amy watched, Mudan idly gripped one of Penny's nipples and tugged sharply, sending up jets of milk, and Amy couldn't help glancing nervously down at her own enlarged tits before her eyes trailed back to the crushing weight of force-grown titflesh that was practically crushing Penny down beneath her own weight.
"Oh dear no" whispered Taylor's musical voice in her ear. "You won't be lactating, Sugarsquirts. If we want to milk you, it won't be your tits we try to wring dry. Although I don't imagine your filthy oozing cunt would ever dry up even if we simply made you orgasm yourself into insanity..."
Amy froze, a scream dying in her throat as exquisitely manicured nails traced the outline of her areola and the beautiful blonde giggled in her ear.
"Anyway, my little juicy lamb, I have a different proposal to offer you." the wicked doctor giggled "Mudan there sees what a selfish lover you are and resents it. Your role is to provide pleasure to others through pain or pleasure or fear - or whatever we choose, and enjoying yourself is just… decadent"
Taylor's tongue curled out and brushed against Amy's earlobe, making the poor slave shudder as the blonde's other hand began a steady, terrible drift down across Amy's stomach towards the radiating heat of her cunt before Taylor continued:
"But I don't mind. Selfishness is good, Sugarsquirts. Selfishness is allllll you have to hope for. All you can offer. Do you really think anyone here will help you out of pity? Those girls watching... Oh no. They'll not show you kindness, not if they might be found out. Caught. Punished. And your sister... Your poor stupid sister... Well if she hadn't been so selfish you'd be back home now and fucking your dirty cunt silly in comfort, I'm sure."
Taylor's fingers were gliding now, curling slick between Amy's swollen lips, juices already pooling in the crook of Taylor's hand as she kissed Amy lightly on the temple, leaving a smudge of lipstick behind.
"I always love the selfish slaves" Taylor whispered "The ones who take any pleasure they can and revel in it. They make the best assistants. And I do always need assistants, Sugarsquirts. You'd make a lovely nurse if you could learn to be more selfish. To hang onto that part of your soul that can feel your own sister drowning in your cunt and yet keep cumming without a second's pause. So..."
Taylor's hand pulled away, and from just behind Amy's ear came a rushing moan and a soft, soft suckling sound as Taylor delicately sucked her own fingers clean before whispering
"Stay true to yourself, Sugarsquirts. Whatever else happens... And maybe I'll help you. Unless you think that 'Nurse Amy' would sound a little too... human?"
Taylor's breath came in a giggle, in a fog of musk, and the clacking heels receded steadily...
...leaving Amy mute and panting. Staring in turmoil at the sight of Mudan idly twisting and batting Penny's nipples like a cat amusing itself with a toy. And wrestling, deep in her heart, with a combination of pure dread and terrible, devastating hope.
Badir glanced up at the still trembling Amy and his dark eyes traced to the backpackers, still mounted anally.
“You two, don't just sit there. Make our new slave feel at home; I want you to tear at least one more orgasm from her. Amy; you stay still while we get your ‘bed’ ready."
Both young women grit their teeth and raised painfully off the stiff appendages before they crawled slowly towards Amy’s goosebump covered tits. The girls' expressions were one of smug satisfaction, maybe even a hint of a sneer on one of them as they each began to lick and suck Amy’s breasts in sync, nibbling on her hard nipples. One of them had started to rub Amy’s pussy while one circled her clit. Amy gasped as she felt her nipple bitten hard, just as the other tugged painfully on her clit ring. These slaves were not being gentle with her; yet still her body started to flush with desire as they played her like a harp.
Badir meanwhile had rolled over the birdcage, and turned it on its end. A gold cage about half the height of a person, cylinder shaped with a flat top and bottom. The top and bottom of the cage was covered in dull metal spikes - used to bruise instead of pierce. He positioned the cage under the thick chain and pulley, but left it flat on the ground as Mudan was releasing the still unconscious Penny from her bonds. Looking from Penny to Amy, and then to the cage and Badir, she raised one questioning eyebrow at him “I assume you have the savoir faire to do this with her unconscious?”
Badir rumbled a chuckle “I started in the processing facilities Mu. I know how to pack bitches in tight”
