Piss-Drinking Slave Tormented by Three Dominatrixes in Midnight Intrusion
The room was shrouded in darkness, the only sound being the steady rhythm of the slave's terrified heartbeat as he lay on his hard bed. It was the middle of the night, and he had no idea what horrors awaited him. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door burst open. His eyes widened in terror as three dominatrixes stormed into the room, their leather outfits creaking ominously. Before he could even form a coherent thought, they were upon him.
The first thing they did was to flip him onto his stomach and pin him to the floor. One of the ladies swiftly tore off his underwear, leaving his bare ass exposed. Another ripped open a bottle of piss she had brought with her and pressed it against his lips, forcing him to open his mouth and begin drinking. He choked and gagged as warm urine flowed down his throat, burning his esophagus. Meanwhile, another of the dominatrixes began stomping on his balls, causing excruciating pain that made him writhe in agony.
As he struggled to breathe through the pain, the dominatrixes switched tactics. One sat on his face, her sweaty, naked body blocking out the air as she continued to fill him with her warm urine. He could feel it trickling down his throat, coating his tongue, and filling his stomach. His eyes watered and burned as he tried desperately to catch his breath.
The torture didn't end there. The next dominatrix took her place, pushing her strap-on cock into the slave's mouth. He gagged and gagged as she roughly fucked his throat, pushing his face deeper into the cold, rubbery surface. He felt like he was being choked, his airways constricted by the intruding member. Meanwhile, the third dominatrix took position behind him, grabbing his hips and pounding into his asshole with brutal force. It felt like being split in two; each thrust sent a fresh wave of agony shooting through his already abused body.
They took turns, each one ensuring that they had their fill of his holes. The slave screamed in agony as they pounded away, leaving him bruised and battered. They seemed to take pleasure in their work, laughing and taunting him as they took turns abusing him. Time blurred together as he lost track of how long they had been at it. All he knew was torment.
Finally, the women stopped. They withdrew their tools of torture and approached the steel bowl they had brought with them. One by one, they relieved themselves into it, filling it to the brim with their piss. The smell was nauseating, a putrid mix of sweat and urine. But before he could even process what was happening, they forced him to his knees and made him drink every last drop of their filth. He retched and choked, tears streaming down his face as he swallowed their disgusting piss.
As he lay there, panting and exhausted, he wondered how much more his body could take. The dominatrixes left without a word, leaving him there to stew in his own misery. He tried to clean himself up the best he could but knew that the stench would linger for days. He vowed never to disobey again, even if it meant facing more of their cruelty.
