It was another hot, humid day in the city, but inside Eva's home, it was even more intense. She was waiting anxiously for her bull to arrive, her heart racing with anticipation and fear mixed together. She knew what was coming and she couldn't help but tremble with excitement.
When the door finally opened, in walked the man she both loved and loathed – her bull. He was tall, muscular, and intimidating, dressed head-to-toe in leather. He strolled into the room as if he owned it, his gaze taking her in from head to toe.
"Get on your knees, slut," he growled, and pulled out a whip from his belt. It made an ominous crack as it hit the floor. Eva's heart hammered in her chest as she dropped to her knees before him.
"You're even dirtier than last time," he snarled, running his hand over her body. "But don't worry, I'll clean you up."
He pushed her over to the toilet and roughly pulled her pants down, revealing her plump ass and bare cunt. "Take out my cock, slut," he commanded.
Eva shook with fear, but she knew better than to disobey. She lowered her mouth and took his cock into her mouth, sucking gently as she felt his masculinity pulsing against her lips. It was both terrifying and arousing at the same time.
"Good girl," he muttered, and slapped her ass cheek hard enough to sting. He pushed her off the toilet and grabbed a bucket of piss from the floor. "Drink this, whore," he said, and shoved her face into the bucket.
Choking and gagging, Eva drank his piss as she had been told. She felt it sliding down her throat, warm and disgusting, but she was powerless to resist. When he pulled her off the bucket, her face was covered in his piss and she could taste it on her tongue.
"Now," he growled, and pulled her hair roughly, "I'm going to teach you who the boss is."
With that, he pushed her face against the floor and grabbed her hair, forcing her head into the puddle of piss she had made earlier. "Suck it up, whore," he said, and slapped her face hard enough to make her taste blood.
Desperate to please him, Eva started lapping up the piss like a dog. It was sickening, degrading, but she couldn't stop herself. She felt his cock pushing against her ass from behind, and she knew what was coming next.
"Tell me you want it," he growled and shoved his cock deep inside her, filling her ass with hot, painful pleasure. She moaned around his cock as he fucked her hard, her body trembling under the onslaught of sensations.
"Yes, fuck me," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Fuck my dirty cunt."
Finally, he pulled out and came over her face, sperm dripping from her chin to her tits. She opened her mouth wide and took his cock in her mouth, sucking up every drop of his cum as he looked down on her with satisfaction.
"That's my girl," he said, and pulled her to her feet. She was sore, tired, and completely satisfied. He had broken her, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
"One day, bull," she whispered, looking up at him with love and hate in her eyes, "one day I'll be the one on top."
But for now, she would serve him, give him her body and her soul, because that was what he demanded, and she was his toy.
