I was startled awake by the sound of the latrine door swinging open. The bright light nearly blinded my groggy eyes as Willow disconnected my chain leash from the stone wall. She tugged impatiently on the chain as she spoke.
"Come on, slave!" Willow said. "Time for breakfast! Do you want me to get in trouble?"
Willow yanked on my leash as I let out a tired groan. My stomach growled as I rose to my knees and crawled towards the door. My body ached from Anna's abuse last night, begging me not to move. Still, part of me almost felt like this was right, almost as if this was what I was meant for in life. I shook off the strange feeling as I obeyed Willow's demands and crawled behind her.
As we entered the common room, I saw the three soldiers all seated at the main table. A feast sat before them on the fancy common room table. Bread, bacon, eggs, and other delicious foods were prepared and presented to the soldiers. My stomach growled as I hungrily eyed it all.
Willow yanked on my leash again, disrupting my fantasies of eating the spread before me.
"Under the table, now!" Willow whispered. "Don't get either of us in trouble!"
The soldiers paid no attention to either of us as Willow lifted the tablecloth. She beckoned for me to follow her inside. Confused but not wanting to get into trouble, I did as I was told and crawled beneath the table. Willow let go of the tablecloth as I made my way in.
The light beneath the table was dim but enough to see the three soldiers' fully naked bottom halves. All of this seemed entirely normal to Willow, but I couldn't help but find myself confused by the strange setup. I turned to face Willow, hoping she'd understand my confusion. Her cute, freckled face stared back at me with concern.
"Over there," Willow whispered. "You will serve the Captain while she eats."
The familiar pit in my stomach reared its ugly head once again. I knew what 'serve' meant to these soldiers. My aching ribs served as a reminder not to hesitate, however. I stifled a sigh and crawled over to the Elara. She likely heard my approach as her legs spread slightly. Her large cock rested flaccid on her hefty balls, the tip of which pressed against the chair. Behind me, I heard Willow crawl between Sarah's legs to perform her duties.
Elara's musk was as confusing as ever. She smelled strongly of a woman after working a day in the fields, but her masculine equipment reeked distinctly of sweat and vinegar. My eyes teared up as I made my way between her thighs. With a deep breath, I parted my lips and began to gently lick at the tip of Elara's cock.
"Finally," Elara sighed. "I'm always starving after a long night of fucking the conquered."
I stifled a gag. I knew I could taste something foul on Elara's cock, and now I knew why. Still, I knew better than to refuse. I tried to pretend I hadn't heard her and began to slide her cock into my mouth. The tip and shaft rested gently on my tongue as I continued pleasuring Elara. Behind me, I could hear the familiar sounds of Willow's going to town on Sarah's pussy.
Above us, the soldiers began to dine. I grimaced as they feasted. There was something so degrading about hearing the women bragging about destroying my life and the lives of many others while I was chained beneath their table, sexually servicing them.
Elara's cock throbbed in my mouth as my tongue began to massage the shaft. I could feel the blood flow to her member intensify as I sucked it. The soft, loose skin began to tighten as I felt Elara's erection grow. Before long, her once-flaccid cock had fully stiffened and was pressing against the roof of my mouth. I let out a soft gurgle as the head began to slide into my slave throat.
Elara continued to feast above me as her cock hardened in my mouth. Her left hand slid underneath the tablecloth and onto the back of my head. Elara's fingers began to play with my hair as I bobbed up and down on her cock. Soon the sloppy sounds of my forced blowjob joined the gurgling sounds of food falling into her belly. I found myself wondering how many conquered slaves were going through this same humiliating ritual this morning. With the rate at which this kingdom expanded its territory, there were possibly hundreds just like me being forced to serve in this same way.
Elara's grip on my head suddenly tightened as her strong hand pushed me downwards. Elara's cock slid down my throat, forcing an uncontrollable gag. Saliva spilled from my mouth as my nose hit Elara's crotch. She forcibly held me in place, leaving me unable to breathe or move. I felt my throat begin to convulse as it rejected her throbbing cock, but my struggle only seemed to please Elara.
My lungs burned and cried out for air, but Elara's pleasure came first. I began to struggle beneath her, but her grip remained firm. Just as I thought I was going to faint, I felt Elara's cock begin to twitch. Her heavy balls throbbed beneath me as she let out another moan. Elara was going to cum in my throat.
The first hot, sticky rope of Elara's cum suddenly burst from her trembling head. I barely swallowed, ensuring the sticky mess went down the right pipe. The depth of Elara's cock in my throat did grant me one small mercy in that I didn't have the opportunity to taste her bitter seed. Still, her cum slide down my throat and into my empty stomach. In an odd moment of subservience, I almost felt thankful to Elara for giving me something to eat. I quickly dismissed this, embarrassed at the very thought of thanking someone for cum.
Elara cared not for my suffering. Her orgasm continued as her cock blasted ropes of cum down my slave throat. I could feel my lips turning blue as the breath left my lungs. All I could do was keep swallowing until Elara's orgasm ended and her cock shrank.
Fortunately, Elara's climax didn't last much longer. One final and weak eruption of semen slid its way down my bruised throat before Elara finally pulled out. I reluctantly licked the remaining cum off of her now-soft head while gasping for air. The bittersweet taste of her cum mixed with the foul vinegar and sweat taste of her crotch as my tongue went to work. I wished these soldier women would find it in their hearts to bathe more often, even if just for my sake.
Despite her cock shrinking, Elara's grip on my head did not loosen. Not wanting to anger her, I patiently remained on my knees, gently licking at her flaccid cock. Behind me, I could hear Sarah reaching climax as Willow sucked on her clit. The feast seemed to be winding down from the lack of eating sounds. Perhaps the orgasms marked the end of this degrading ritual.
A sudden burst of warm liquid from Elara's cock unfortunately proved me wrong. It was now clear to me why she hadn't let go of my head yet. Elara was planning to piss down my throat as well. A wave of fear and despair washed over me as my mouth began to fill with the bitter, almost nutty-tasting liquid. I had sampled piss from cleaning Anna's pussy yesterday, but drinking it directly was far worse.
Elara's free hand reached down under the table and began to massage my throat.
"You'll learn to be a toilet without any encouragement soon," Elara said. "But for now, you'll need some training."
Elara's massage triggered my swallowing reflex, forcing me to take my first gulp of urine. I felt the warm, salty mess slide down my throat and into my nearly empty stomach. While I was so incredibly thirsty, piss did not help. Drinking it was akin to drinking seawater, far too salty to quench in any way. Still, Elara didn't seem to mind. Her bladder continued to empty into my mouth as her powerful hand forced me to chug her waste.
I felt Elara's other hand press harder on my scalp, forcing my face flush with her pelvis. Her urinating cock slid deeper into my mouth as the stream of piss began to shoot directly down my convulsing throat. The smell of sweat and urine overwhelmed my senses as Elara's rhythmic throat massaging continued.
"If you're going to serve as a toilet," Elara spoke. "You'll need to be able to drink directly from the source at full strength."
Anna and Sarah murmured in agreement as the hot stream splashed against my throat. Elara's massage slowed and eventually stopped, leaving me to swallow her waste willingly.
"Let's see how you do without coaxing," Elara mused. "Don't spill a drop."
My eyes widened as the urine stream intensified. Elara grunted, and a rippling fart exploded against the chair. Hot, foul air rose and assaulted my nostrils as the relentless stream continued. Try as I might, I couldn't coax my trembling, convulsing throat to swallow the piss. The hot mess began to fill my mouth as I started to thrash in panic. The gas from Elara's release moments ago wasn't helping either, leaving me about to gag.
My face went cold as the forceful gag hit. My throat closed as air forced its way out and into my full mouth. Urine splashed against the chair and onto Elara's thighs as I heard Willow, Sarah, and Anna gasp behind me. A second gag erupted as I fell onto the floor. Elara rose from her chair and kicked it aside in a rage. I looked up at her in fear. Elara pressed her hands against her mighty hips as she continued to piss directly into my face.
Elara scowled as she continued to use me as a urinal. Piss splashed off my crying face as she spoke.
"This is not acceptable service," Elara said. "Not only did you reject your duty as a toilet, but you also made a mess of me and my dining room."
I tried to speak, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the powerful urine stream silenced me. All I could do was lay there looking up at my conqueror while she degraded and humiliated me. The three other women were frozen, perhaps in fear or awe, as Elara unloaded the remains of her bladder onto and occasionally into me.
Before long, the stream petered out. Willow rushed to Elara and began to clean her cock, making sure to suck every last drop of urine off the tip. Elara paid no mind to this and continued to glare down at me.
"Once you're done, Willow," Elara boomed. "Mop this mess up with the slave and then take them to the Courtyard of Sin for punishment."
Willow nodded and let out a gurgle of approval as she finished servicing Elara's wet cock. Elara then angrily stormed out of the room as Willow stepped over me.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Willow said. "When she's angry, I suffer too. You'll regret this!"
Willow scowled as she placed her left foot on my trembling chest. I could see up her squire's smocks and caught a glimpse of her cleanshaven crotch. Unlike the soldiers, it seemed like Willow was required to keep herself clean. Perhaps she was used for pleasure in ways that required this.
