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TheSlave

... had her wetter than she had ever been in her entire life. Here was her friend, Linda, almost passed out on the floor, legs spread obscenely, a dildo hanging out of her; and Sara, being seen for the first time, obviously wet as hell, and not trying to hide it. Brenda wondered when it would be her turn, again. Looking at the wall clock, Brenda knew that the second orgasm had taken longer than the first one but that was to be expected. She had anticipated that. She knew that each orgasm after this one would be more difficult, based on past experience and having seen the unbelievable amount of sperm collected in the catch cylinder; she wasn’t sure if a third orgasm was even possible. To have extracted that much cum out of one man definitely would have left a toll on his reproductive system; but she thought to herself, it had not been that much effort to do, and besides, Linda and Sara were having fun. As Linda slowly came back to earth and Sara calmed down, Brenda thought it was time to medically examine the slave. She didn’t fully know what effect the machine and the suction, not to mention the massage, might have done to Ross’ cock. Even though he was their slave she didn’t want to damage him permanently. The three of them enjoyed his cock and balls too much for that. Brenda announced that it was time to give him a break and clean him up. Sara immediately jumped up yelling “I will, I will, I will”, while Linda slowly got up off the carpet. Brenda instructed Sara to go and get ...

... a large basin of hot water, some wash clothes, and a soft towel. Knowing what Brenda was suggesting, Linda volunteered to go get Ross something to drink to replenish his lost fluids and perhaps something in the realm of an ointment or salve. When Linda and Sara returned to the dungeon, Brenda finally shut off all the suction and noted that the vinyl tubing was totally empty, all the sperm and pre-cum had been collected. With the suction turned off, she gently pried the clam shell cup open. They all jumped when the slave’s squishy, hugely swollen balls rolled out, over the edges of the cup. They were so huge that neither could believe the balls had once fit into the clam shell. Brenda tossed the clam shell to one side and immediately started massaging the misshapen blobs of tissue. Ross moaned gently and pulled inward with his hips, as if trying to protect the bloated balls. They were huge. Each of the girls were surprised, expecting the balls to have been a lot smaller, after spewing out so much of their thick fluids. But they weren’t. There was no way that the balls could have been fitted, back into the clam shell. Brenda continued rolling and kneading each squishy ball, trying to fashion them back into the original shape. But they were too big. She figured that in time, they would return to normal. Brenda glanced at Linda, saying “well, it looks like he’ll need a nurse, after all. Are you up to the task”? Linda just smiled, already thinking about her ‘treatment’ for Ross. ...