Sheesh... Calling my Soldiers over, I asked them about Battle Slaves. Ora gave me a one word answer. “Fodder.” Jessica’s wasn’t much better. �...��Meat shields.”I summoned two. Not that if I had the points, I wouldn’t consider a Body Servant ... just that points were too precious right now. Later though... Two human males with paired short swords, leather pants and bronze collars, with a disheveled but clean appearance appeared through a purple rift in space in before me. The only other upper body. Some will detect her influence here, especially in the balcony scene.So, anyway, it was Saturday, September 8, 2018, at 1:46 am. Panicked, Matthew keened, “No!”, trying to get it out with his fingertips. For one long excruciating moment, he grasped the elusive end between his forefinger and middle finger, and then it was gone.“Holy shit! Holy shit, no!” he gasped. He desperately plunged his fingers back inside, trying to relocate the end, but the dildo was gone. “Holy shit, no!” he repeated.He. Their breasts heaved, their biceps strained as they pulled on the oars. A steady rhythm was maintained; there was no let up. A tapped drum indicated the required pace. The routine of a galley-slave was simple. Four hours on an oar, eight hours chained in the hold; back to the oar for another four hours, then back to the hold for a further eight hours. That was the twenty four hour cycle of their existence... and always they were under the threat of the whip. All the galley-slave Overseers were. After sucking it and licking my balls, she grabbed it and took me to her bedroom. She pushed me on the bed and took a condom. He tore the package with his teeth and started to put it on me. My cock was much thicker than the man's and because as soon as he started to put my condom in its base, it broke. He tried second and third, but the result was the same. He looked me in the eye and laughed and said, "So what? Let's do it without a condom." I was just waiting for that. I pulled her gently,.