My New Slave and Toilet #5 (humiliation, Prolapse, Piss, Trash)

The room reeked of stale piss and decay, the perfect setting for my latest twisted endeavor. I’d brought home a new plaything, a pathetic slave who’d do anything to please me. Her face was smeared with makeup, a grotesque parody of beauty, and her cunt stretched obscenely, her prolapse glistening with filth. I forced her head into the toilet, the grimy seat cold against her cheek. “Drink, bitch,” I commanded, flushing the toilet and watching as the water swirled around her face. She gagged but complied, her mouth filling with the foul liquid. I laughed, enjoying her humiliation. I yanked her up by her hair, dragging her to the trash can overflowing with rotting food and piss-soaked rags. “Clean it,” I ordered, pushing her face into the muck. She retched but began to lick and suck at the putrid mess, her tongue working desperately to clean the filth. I unzipped my pants, my cock hard at the sight of her degradation. I pissed on her, the hot stream hitting her face and chest, mixing with the trash’s stench. She opened her mouth, eager to drink my piss, her eyes filled with a sickening mix of desperation and submission.

I grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to her knees. “You’re a fucking toilet, aren’t you?” I growled, pushing my cock into her mouth. She gagged but took it, her lips stretching around my shaft. I fucked her face roughly, feeling her choke and sputter around me. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her saliva and the remnants of her makeup. I pissed on her again, the stream hitting her face and chest, mixing with the tears streaming down her cheeks. She eagerly lapped it up, her tongue flicking out to catch every drop. I laughed, enjoying her pathetic desperation. I pushed her back into the toilet, her face submerging in the filthy water. I flushed again, watching as the water swirled around her, her body convulsing as she struggled to breathe. I pulled her out, her face red and slick with piss and toilet water. “Good girl,” I praised, stroking her hair as she coughed and gagged, her body shaking with the effort to breathe. I pissed on her one last time, the stream hitting her face and chest, mixing with the tears and snot running down her face. She eagerly drank it all, her eyes filled with a sickening mix of love and submission.