As the party at Miss Medeas's dirty store began to wind down, two goddesses, Little Goth Bat and an unnamed one, found themselves in dire need of relief. They had been drinking heavily all night, and their bladders were about to burst. Their eyes lit up when they saw the toilets, hoping to find some privacy to relieve themselves.
But as they neared the toilets, they heard soft groaning and whimpering coming from within. They hesitated for a moment before pushing open the doors. Their hearts sank when they saw two slaves chained to the wall, their faces contorted in pain. The goddesses exchanged confused glances.
"What are they doing here?" asked Little Goth Bat, her voice trembling with fear.
The unnamed goddess shrugged. "I don't know, but it doesn't matter. They'll be perfect for our needs."
Without another word, they dragged the two slaves out of the toilet stalls and forced them to lie on the floor. The smell of alcohol and fear emanated from their bodies as they trembled in fear.
"Clean my feet," the unnamed goddess commanded, pointing to a slave's face. He hesitated, but when she raised her foot threateningly, he knew he had no choice. He began to lick her sweaty feet, relishing in the taste of sweat and fear.
Meanwhile, the other slave watched with jealousy as the goddesses seemed to ignore him. He longed for their attention, even if it meant being used in this degrading way.
Suddenly, the unnamed goddess pulled down her latex panties and pushed them into the slave's face. "Clean it," she growled, her voice menacing.
The slave hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and began cleaning her panties with his tongue. As he did so, he could feel her pussy juices coating his face, making him feel even more dirty and used.
Then, without warning, the goddesses spat into both slaves' faces. It was a mix of their saliva and alcohol, and it stung like acid. The slaves whimpered in pain as they wiped their faces with their hands, not daring to move any further.
"You will be our piss pots," the unnamed goddess announced, her voice cold and menacing. "Open your mouths."
The slaves did as they were told, their hearts pounding in their chests. The goddesses stood over them, their bladders full to bursting. They glared down at the slaves, savoring the power they held over them.
One by one, they began to pee into the slaves' mouths. At first, it was a small trickle, but soon enough, it was a torrent of hot, thick piss filling their mouths. The slaves could only choke and gag as they were forced to swallow every last drop.
When they were done, the goddesses ordered the slaves to lick up any piss that had spilled onto the floor. They did so eagerly, their tongues lapping at the warm liquid like dogs.
Finally, the goddesses stood up and straightened their clothes. "We'll be right back," they said with a smirk. "In the meantime, enjoy yourselves."
And with that, they left the two slaves alone in the toilet stalls, chained to the wall, their mouths and faces stained with piss, tears rolling down their cheeks.
