In a lavish Chinese palace, two gorgeous goddesses named Yue and Jing stood over their naked slave, who lay prostrate before them, awaiting their perverse pleasure. The slave, a young and helpless man, trembled with anticipation and fear as he gazed up at the beautiful women who had become his cruel masters.
"Today we'll test your obedience," Yue sneered, her beautiful face twisted into a mask of dominance. She motioned to her companion, and Jing produced a long, thin funnel made of soft leather. The slave's heart sank as he realized what they intended to do with it.
The women positioned the funnel just above his open mouth, and then they turned to face the golden thrones that served as their toilets. With a slow, deliberate motion, Yue raised her slender legs and rested her dainty feet on the edge of the throne, exposing her perfect pussy to the slave's hungry eyes. Jing followed suit, lifting her own delicate legs into the air, and suddenly the slave was confronted with two pairs of dripping wet cunts.
Without warning, the women began to pee. The warm stream of golden liquid flowed into the funnel and down into the slave's waiting mouth. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight of his two beautiful mistresses pissing all over his face, and gagged slightly as the overwhelming taste of urine filled his mouth.
But that was only the beginning. Yue and Jing wanted him to suffer more, so they lowered their bare feet into his trembling body, pressing them down on his chest and then lifting them up, driving their heels into his balls and making him scream in agony. Again and again they trampled him, using their perfect, once-adored bodies as weapons of humiliation and pain.
The funnel remained in place, letting their tinkling pee drip into the slave's throat as he moaned and struggled beneath their feet. The women laughed heartily at his pathetic attempts to escape their wrath, their voices echoing through the halls of the palace.
Finally, sated with their cruel pleasure, they stepped away from the urine-soaked slave and, to his horror, they both began to spit onto the ground in front of him. The streams of saliva formed a puddle, and then they ordered him to kneel in it, his face covered in their sickening mixture of spit and urine.
"Clean it up, slave," Yue commanded, her voice softening to a soothing, mocking purr. "You'll be here to wipe our filthy feet and mouths when we're done with you."
With trembling hands, the slave took a rag from a nearby servant and began to clean his mistresses' feet. As he did so, he could not help but wonder: how much lower could he possibly sink?
