You forced me on my knees next to the toilet after a fight against you where you manhandled me without grace. Bruises will soon color my body in every hue of purple, black, and blue from your fingers pressing unforgivingly into my flesh from your attempts to restrain me.
My ass is bloody raw from the worst beating you've ever given it. By the way I'm burning whatever it was that you used, because I will not be able to sit for a week. It's an exquisite pain that has me wet and needy between my legs. You definitely pushed me past limits as I scratched, bit, and hit any piece of your body I could mangle.
I told you you'd never have the balls to do what you're about to do and ran like a bitch when that knowing look danced in your darkened eyes. I awoke the most brutal part of you and there was no sweet talking my way to redemption this time. My only saving grace was to be baptized in the porcelain bowl filled with your piss.
My heart threatens to race out of my chest when you slide your fingers through my hair and clench tightly on the strands at my scalp. Your other hand holds your cock as you piss a steady stream into the toilet as I'm being forced to watch. My brain has activated it's fight or flight, and I feel slightly nervous for what's about to come. My trust in you is everything in this moment.
"You think it's fun to taunt me and poke the wolf." You use your crazy voice that gets my attention. "But you run like a scared bitch when the wolf finally reacts." You pull harder on my hair.
Tears and snot pour from their orifices as I give you a show and beg you to not do what you're about to do. "Please Master." I sob. "I'm sorry." You're about to force my head into a toilet bowl of your piss. Of course I'm genuinely nervous. You've pissed on me, in me. Water boarded me. Held my head under water. But the Toilet? Really Master? I was only kidding...
Through the fear, excitement glitters in a sick and twisted way. My pussy is wet and clenches at nothing. I'm desperate to be filled by your cock.
You snap my head back. Strands break from my scalp as I scream at the sudden pain. My body quakes with a pleasant shiver when you bend down and growl in my ear. The sound instantly soothes me. "Not so brave now are you little girl?" More wetness pools at my center as I get lost in your voice. It's like a spell that makes my pussy rain for you. You drag a finger through my slick folds and hum in approval before forcing your finger into my mouth and down my throat. I gag on the digit as the taste of my essence explodes over my tongue. You push it against my cheek like a hook in a fish's mouth. Anything to cause discomfort and degrade me further. "You're nothing but a whore. A warm hole for my cock." I smile around your finger at your words. I am your whore and everything else few and far between.
"Your ticket to safety is two taps on my arm or wherever you can reach. Everything will stop."
"Yes Sir." I say with a nod of understanding, and everything happens too fast to overthink. I gasp in a breath as you push my head down into the bowl. The smell of piss takes over my nose. You shouldn't hold your pee so long that you have so much stored away. I'll have to remember to tell you this for next time.
I squint my eyes closed just before my face hits the water. I thrash my head side to side fighting against your hand that forces my head down. My nose burns as it fills with your bitter fluid. It's a thrilling mental fuck.
Just when I start to feel that relaxing moment you get while holding your breath, you pull my head out of the water and I gasp in a few breaths of air. You release your grip on my hair and it falls heavily like a curtain around my face. Piss and toilet water drip onto the front of my naked body. "Good girl." You praise before forcing my head back in.
Again, I put up my best fight. My head tosses against your relentless grip. This time you add to the agony and pinch my needy clit between your fingers. My mouth opens in an attempt to scream under the water. Thankfully I've grown used to the taste of your piss because it's now everywhere.
You pull me up for air sooner this time and I gasp for as much of it as I can get. My lungs inflate against my diaphragm as I take advantage of every molecule of oxygen I'm granted. My body is exhausted from all that it's endured up to this point. We probably wrestled for half an hour before you drug me in here by the ankles.
I spit, refusing to swallow the contents invading my mouth. "You sadistic asshole!" I seethe. Your sadism is magnificent, but I have to shit talk a little or you may worry.
You laugh with a darkness that sends butterflies up my spine. I wish you'd fuck me as you force my head in. That would be a different kind of thrill.
I don't fight when you push my head down, and just succumb to what's being forced upon my body and psyche. I have a way out of this and can make it stop at any time, but I enjoy the torture as much as you enjoy delivering it.
This time when you pull me up you hold my body against yours. Your hand finds it's place around my neck and the other slides down my torso until it stops at my clit. You pinch it between your hostile fingers again earning the song of my moans. Pleasure spreads like warmth as I push against you.
My body buzzes with adrenaline and the need to be brutally fucked is almost unbearable. Every hole filled with your seed. Bred and used until you are pumped dry.
"Use Me Master. Please." I beg. "I need you."
"I don't need you." Your malicious words deposit themselves into another bank of twisted, having the similar effect as a praise. "Or want you." Your voice sounds demented. Chilling me more than the coldest days could. It does nothing to soothe my need for you. I feel more desperate for my release. "Now be a good girl and cooperate." You aggressively kiss my cheek sealing my fate. How does your piss taste?
