After the little bitch had received an incredibly intense oral session from Jennifer Van Hunt, it was time for her to show off her skills. Little did she know that this would involve proving just how much she could swallow. Jennifer poured a bottle of expensive champagne into a glass and held it out to the slave, who eagerly opened her mouth. The cool liquid splashed across her tongue as she tried to swallow as much as possible.
Madison watched with interest as the slave struggled to keep up with the flow of champagne. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that the girl was being put through her paces. Once the slave had finished the first glass, Madison took over, pouring another glass and watching as the girl's eyes widened in anticipation.
"Drink up, slave," Madison commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The girl took a tentative sip before gulping down the rest of the glass. Madison nodded in approval, noticing how the girl's cheeks hollowed out as she sucked in air.
"That's it, slave," Madison murmured, running a hand through the girl's sweaty hair. "Drink it all and show us just how much you can handle."
The slave didn't need to be told twice. She took another glass from Jennifer, who refilled the bottle without missing a beat. The girl downed the second glass just as quickly as the first, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. But still, Madison wasn't done with her.
"Drink it all, slave," she commanded again, her voice soft but insistent. "Every last drop."
The slave looked up at Madison, her eyes pleading for mercy. But Madison's face was impassive, her expression unyielding. The girl knew there would be no reprieve, so she nodded slowly and started to drink.
As she emptied glass after glass, the slave's body began to feel light-headed and distant. She was aware of hands on her arms, her legs, her hips—but they felt like they were moving through water. All she could focus on was the taste of the champagne, the dizzying pressure building inside her.
And then, suddenly, it was over. The bottle was empty, and the slave collapsed onto the floor, her body convulsing as she gagged and coughed up the remains of the champagne. Madison watched impassively as her slave struggled to breathe, already planning her next humiliating challenge for the pathetic little girl.
As for the slave, all she could think about was how much she needed water... and how badly her head hurt. But those were complaints for another time. For now, she forced herself to sit up and wait for her mistresses' next command, knowing that the punishment would only continue if she didn't prove herself worthy.
