Althea and I had just finished using a young black male slave as a human dildo, grinding our pussies against him for what felt like hours. The lewd sounds reverberated around the dimly lit room as we worked him over, my friend's tattooed body glistening with sweat in the low light. We were beastly, taking what we wanted without remorse or care for his wellbeing.
As predicted, both of us had to relieve ourselves badly after our session. We were angry and aroused at the same time, our bodies shaking with conflicting emotions. We approached the quivering slave, who was terrified but unable to look away from us. We pulled out a thick black strapon from behind a nearby curtain.
"This is a special treat for you, slave," I said, my voice low and threatening. "You get to experience the full depth and warmth of both our pussies at the same time."
I took my position on top of him, resting my weight on his chest as Althea slowly lowered herself onto the other end of the strapon. The tip of the dildo rubbed against his asshole, teasing him as we began to move our hips in unison. The slave moaned beneath us, his cock twitching between my ass cheeks.
"That's it, slave," Althea growled, slapping his cheek hard. "Take it all."
We began to pump him hard and fast, our hips crashing together in time with our moans. I looked down at the quivering mass of flesh beneath us, feeling a sudden surge of dominance course through my veins. The slave's eyes were wide with terror, pleading with us to stop. But we didn't. We weren't going to stop until we'd completely broken him.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled out of him, both of us repeatedly hitting his chest as we reached our climaxes. We were sweaty, covered in his bodily fluids, and utterly satisfied. But there was still one thing left to do - make him drink our piss.
"Open your mouth, slave," I commanded, my voice cold as ice. "Drink every drop of my piss."
The slave hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth wide, revealing his dilated pupils and trembling tongue. Althea and I grinned evilly before leaning forward, our pussies dripping with the warm liquid. We aimed our streams directly into his mouth, holding his head still as we forced him to swallow every drop.
We took turns pissing into his mouth, our laughter echoing off the walls of our makeshift dungeon. We spat on him, kicked him, and generally degraded him as we saw fit. It felt incredible to have so much power over someone, to be able to reduce them to nothing more than a toilet for our piss and cum.
After several minutes of this, we finally stopped, collapsing onto either side of him panting heavily. We had reduced this once-proud man to little more than a quivering mess, his dignity shattered beyond repair. We filmed the entire scene on our phones, capturing every disgusting detail for posterity.
As we stepped back, clad only in our dirty sweatpants and blood-stained T-shirts, I finally spoke again.
"That's a good little toilet," I said, patting him on the head like a disobedient dog. "Now clean yourself up; we'll be back soon enough for more."
With that, we left the helpless slave crumpled on the floor, suddenly realizing how much he'd just lost. But we didn't care - we had each other, and we had our twisted sense of pleasure. And until someone could stop us, we'd keep using innocent people like this slave, turning them into nothing more than human toilets for our piss and cum.
