Missy Van Licks' Golden Shower Party, Part 2: Peeing Contest and Extreme Humiliation
The room was buzzing with excitement as the women continued their debauched celebration. The slave, now thoroughly warmed up and stripped naked, served as a human ashtray, his mouth filled with a cocktail of stale cigarette ash and saliva. His eyes were glazed over, and he remained motionless despite the discomfort of his stretched orifices. As the ladies indulged in more alcohol, they decided to up the ante by engaging in a peeing contest.
First up, one lady positioned herself in front of the slave's eagerly dripping cock, and with a mischievous smile, she began urinating directly onto it. The hot stream of pee stung against his sensitive skin as he squirmed helplessly beneath her. She laughed maniacally at his discomfort before stepping aside to allow the next contestant their turn.
Another lady held a funnel to her pussy, letting a steady stream of her golden nectar flow directly into the slave's open mouth. He choked and sputtered as the strong musky scent of her piss filled his nostrils, but he had no choice but to swallow it all down. The taste was overpowering but not as unbearable as the first round of pee that had already drenched him.
As if that weren't enough, they decided to take things further. One woman squatted over him, grinding her wet pussy against his face while she relieved herself onto his upturned chin. He struggled to breathe under the deluge of piss, but he couldn't move an inch under their watchful eyes. The women laughed hysterically at his predicament, clearly enjoying every moment of his humiliation.
Finally, when they thought things couldn't get any worse, the slave reached climax prematurely. In response, they forced him to taste his own semen and lick the floor clean. His salty precum mixed with the remnants of their urine, creating a foul-tasting cocktail that he had no choice but to consume. The ladies took turns filming the spectacle on their phones, eager to capture every moment of his degradation for posterity.
The night wore on, and the women grew increasingly drunk and brazen in their acts of depravity. They took turns sitting on his face, forcing him to inhale their farts and tasting their asses. Each time, they laughed heartily as he gagged and writhed beneath them. It was clear that the party would continue well into the early hours of the morning, with no sign of mercy or decency in sight.
As dawn broke over the city outside, the women stumbled away from their captive, leaving him a soaked, filthy mess on the floor. They promised to be back soon for more fun, content in knowing they had pushed their boundaries further than ever before. Their pee-soaked slave lay there, wondering when - or if - this torment would ever end.
