My eyes shot open as a loud buzzer rang in my ears. I glanced around the small dimly lit room as my vision refocused. The initial panic began to subside as I rose to my feet. My naked body shivered and ached from its long rest on the cold tiled floor. My debtors certainly spared quite a bit of expense when it came to my comfort.
As the grogginess waned, I made my way over to a small shelf on one of the blank tiled walls. An outfit, likely delivered from the small shaft behind a locked door on the same wall, waited for me. My caged cock ached, its attempt at morning wood thwarted as always.
"Not today buddy, not today," I mumbled to nobody in particular.
This facility was full of unfortunate people like me. My debt had piled up to unreasonable levels, there was no chance of me ever paying it off. I was summoned to debtors court, where I was given two options to pay it off. I could either spend the rest of my life in hard labor in a prison camp or sell myself in this facility for five years. This was, of course, a false choice. I chose the facility, as thousands did before me.
I reached out to grab the outfit while glancing at the small metal band on my hand. It read '4 years, 27 days'. When that counter hit zero, the lock on my cock cage and my wrist would automatically release and I'd be officially legally debt free. That day seemed impossibly far away, and I often wondered if I'd even make it that long.
I unzipped the garment bag and sighed as I examined its contents. Thigh-high socks and a short black skirt. No underwear, no top, no shoes, just those two items. Customers who requested outfits like this were always the most difficult.
I quickly slipped on the socks and skirt, knowing that any hint of disobedience would extend the timer on my wrist. Once fully dressed, I returned to the center of the dim room and dropped to my knees just above a cold metal drain on the floor. I glared at the heavy metal door a few feet in front of me, awaiting my fate.
For better or for worse, I didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes uncontrollable giggling and laughter began to echo in the halls outside.
"Jen, are we really going to do this?" one excited voice asked.
"Yeah Jen, you can't possibly want to go through with this!" another proclaimed.
"Of course! It's my birthday, and I'm tired of getting rejected at bars," a last voice chimed in, almost certainly belonging to Jen.
I let out a sigh of relief. The upper-class customers of this facility were always tough to deal with, but the lonely men were the worst. It was generally them that chose femboy outfits like this, so I had been expecting a very rough day.
The lock on the door noisily released and the excited women burst in. The first to enter was short and thin with her blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her pale skin glistened with sweat as her sleeveless black dress accentuated her well-toned arms. The next to stumble in, clearly drunk, was short and somewhat stout with messy black straight hair. Her darker-toned Asian skin was similarly sweaty, and her orange blouse stuck to her chest.
The ringleader sauntered in behind the two. Jen was short and extremely heavy. Her disheveled auburn hair betrayed a long night of drinking, and her black skirt looked like it had taken more than its fair share of drink spills throughout the evening. Her pale skin was sweatier than the rest, likely due to a combination of her weight and the amount she had been drinking.
I gulped and steeled myself. This was not going to be an easy group to deal with.
"Oh my god," the thin woman exclaimed. "Look at how ridiculous he looks!"
Jen laughed. "Just what he deserves! I'm so sick of stuck-up men rejecting me."
I blushed and did my best to keep my gaze focused on the clean tile floor. It was best not to make eye contact with the drunk ones.
Jen took a few steps forward before grabbing my chin with her large left hand. "I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight," she spoke, reeking of booze. "I deserve it after all. It is my birthday!"
The stout Asian woman behind Jen cheered. I tried my best to ignore Jen's breath and focus on something else. Why were these two women supporting this monster? The answer came to me surprisingly quickly; she was likely a member of a rich and powerful family. Defying her could easily land them in a place like this in a heartbeat. In a way, I couldn't blame them.
My train of thought was violently interrupted as Jen's powerful arm thrust me onto my back. The cold grate beneath me pressed painfully into my skin as I winced.
"Hold him down a moment," Jen ordered. "I can't focus on enjoying myself with such a full bladder."
My eyes barely had a chance to widen in fear. The two henchwomen quickly put all of their weight on my shoulders. My body wanted nothing more than to break free, but I knew better than that. Any report of disobedience would immediately go on my record. With that, my time here would be extended. All I could do was stare up as the lumbering monster of a woman above me straddled my face.
Jen wasn't wearing underwear. She had almost certainly gone out partying tonight to get laid. I was now going to bear the brunt of her failure. I watched as her unkempt hairy pussy began to grow closer to my nose. The aroma of her sweaty crotch assaulted my senses and my eyes began to tear up. The two women holding me down were similarly afflicted and turned their noses away quickly.
Before long the matted hair of Jen's crotch was bristling against my mouth.
"Open wide," Jen commanded. "I've been holding it for hours, I couldn't bear to use those filthy barroom toilets."
I tried to roll my eyes, but the pressure of Jen's massive body on my face prevented even those muscles from moving. I could taste the acidic sweat of her pussy as I parted my lips, making sure her urethra was lined up with my throat. The less of this I tasted, the better.
The stream came abruptly. Normally both men and women took a few moments to muster up the courage to use me as a urinal like this. Jen was either far too drunk or perhaps just too full of herself to feel shame like this. The urine blasted against the back of my throat with such force that it splashed up into my mouth and all over my tongue.
I would have winced if I could. Jen's immense weight felt like it could crush me at any moment. Her warm bitter piss filled my mouth quickly as my eyes began to tear up. I took a big swallow of the foul liquid, doing my best to avoid gagging and starting a very messy chain reaction. The first gulp of urine made its way down my throat and into my stomach as the relentless assault on my mouth continued.
I gulped degrading gulp after gulp. My nose ached and felt like it was going to be crushed. My tongue burned with the foul acidic taste, and my eyes watered beneath Jen's rolls of fat. This wasn't my first time serving as the urinal of a wealthy patron, but it was by far the worst.
Jen let out a sigh of relief as her bladder continued to drain. She leaned back a bit, freeing my nose for a much-needed breath. The air was sickly sweet with her stale sweat, but at this point, I would have breathed anything in. As I took a breath, I felt a hot ripple of air down by my chin as Jen sighed yet again. The hot fart, with nowhere to escape, made its way up Jen's crotch and right into my recently-freed nose.
The hot foul smell was horrid. My eyes burned and my lungs ached. I did my best to keep swallowing the piss blasting into my mouth, but it was all I could do to stay conscious. Jen giggled.
"Whew," she started. "It's always such a relief to let out a beer fart after a night of drinking."
The thin woman laughed as well, in spite of herself. "At least you have a nice comfortable toilet to take in the brunt of it."
Jen nodded. "Yes, I'll have to keep that in mind for any future unladylike movements."
