You look up at Laura's huge, smiling face. You're so furious now you can't take it.
"Fuck you you sadistic psycho bitch!! What kind of sick fucking person are you??!!! You need help. You need help really badly; to even think of this kind of stuff, you are seriously messed up in the head. Go ahead and kill me you stupid bitch. People will find out about this eventually. They'll put you in the nuthouse forever and - "
As you continue to rant Laura frowns down at you. You shout abuse and insult after insult until finally she turns, lifts up her nightgown, and sits down on the toilet seat. She spreads her legs so she can look down at you. Barely any light gets into the bowl, and all you can see is her evil expression, her pussy and her asshole. Your cries of protest are worthless and you know it. You've really done it to yourself.
"You're going to learn some manners, boy." She looks down at you with utter disdain. And then a coy smile. A short pause. You know what's coming and you scream and scream in agony. You see her pussy lips flare for a brief second, and then suddenly you see a waterfall of liquid - Laura's urine splashes into the bowl. The sound is crashing and intense as it echoes all around you. You swim for the back of the bowl and scrape panicked at the back wall. It's no use. First the smell hits you. The most intense smell of urine imaginable. Then you start to feel it on your naked skin. Then the current and the splashing get a hold of you and pull you to the center of the bowl. You catch brief eye contact with Laura - in that moment she seems so satisfied, so dominant... and then the stream hits you; a stream of urine the width of your head smashes into your face and forces you under the surface. You swallow mouthful after mouthful of Laura's piss, unable to escape the stream until it stops. When you finally get to the surface as the water settles you can barely breathe. You're sick to your stomach. The taste, smell, and feeling of Laura's urine owns you. You look up at her, panting, unable to say or do anything but tread. You see her face, smug and satisfied. You are completely hers now. You are nothing and she is everything. You are her slave, her subject, her servant.
"Now either you can cooperate," she says, "Or this situation is about to get a lot worse for you than it already is. So what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good slave and pleasure me no matter what from now on?" |