tears-make-the-best-lube: “Corey awoke in darkness. A blindfold covered her eyes but she could
tears-make-the-best-lube: “Corey awoke in darkness. A blindfold covered her eyes but she could hear some familiar sounds around her. For a moment she assumed she was still on the floor at the party, but as she tried to shift her position, she realized she had been bound in a much different way. Suddenly, the blindfold was taken off and she squinted in the bright light. Quickly she recognized a bathroom. Beside her, a man’s urinal was installed in the wall. She couldn’t move her head, but she could feel how she was bound. Her arms, still forced high up her back, had been clamped to the wall behind her, keeping her near the floor. She could feel two new dildos forced inside her and, as she tried to shift her lower body, realized that they where fixed to the floor and she was spiked onto them. Her knees where strapped wide open, her ankles where strapped to her upper thighs. Well, at least she wasn’t on her toes. Her head had been strapped back again, the new head harness bending her neck harshly back. Something strange filled her mouth and she could feel something down her throat as well. As she tried to breath, she quickly realized she could only breathe through her nose. Before she could truly understand her predicament, she saw her Master enter the room. “I see you’re awake now.” He was angry, far angrier than she had ever seen. A shiver of true fear ran down her back. “You really made a mistake. Do you know how embarrassing it was to apologize to all my guests? You should be better trained than that.” He leaned over in front of her and grabbed her left nipple rod, twisting it harshly. Corey’s eyes watered as a gurgle escaped her throat. “Well, I won’t take any chances with you now. For the next four weeks you will be my toilet slave.” Corey panicked. She was in a bathroom, tied in a position beside a man’s urinal. Did this mean… “I hope you enjoy surviving on urine and shit, because that’s what your purpose in life will be for the next month. This is a bathroom in a friend’s dungeon. They have parties here every night and quite a lot through the day. You should have plenty of customers. I’ll see you in a month.” Corey tried to struggle, to escape this horrible twist. She had been ok with thehumiliation, the pain and torture, the body piercings and the sexual servitude. She had never imagined she would be forced to be an actual toilet. Corey didn’t even know that such a thing could happen. The thought of being used for people’s waste was revolting to her. She was scared to death and, in her panic, released her bladder. A catheter inserted in her had been designed to pump her own urine into the large clear basin that had been positioned over her face. A large funnel led from the basin into her mouth. As the tube deposited her own urine into her mouth, another tube locked into her throat prevented her from doing anything other than swallowing. Rubber wedges had been forced between her teeth, holding her mouth wide open. The result was her mouth as a reservoir for anythingdeposited into the basin above her, including her own excretions. As her own urine filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow it, tears began flowing from her eyes. Three days had passed and Corey had been unable to move an inch. A servant arrived almost hourly to wrench her bonds tighter. She knew now that not just straps bound her body, but steel bands riveted to the wall and floor. She would never be able to move again until the steel rivets where cut away. She had lost count of the number of men and women who had defecated or urinated into her basin. At first she had to fight the incredible urge to vomit as she felt her mouth filling with warm shit. She tried to scream before the partygoers relieved themselves, hoping to gain some sympathy. Instead theyoften smiled at the whimper that escaped her throat, and then tried even harder to fill the basin, forcing her to take more than the typical mouthful. Corey had even lost the ability to cry. She knew now that she had fallen to the lowest level possible. Not even treated as an animal, now she was just a receptacle for a series of strangers. It was a vicious cycle. Often, after a big party night, the waste of the guests would distend her stomach. She had consumed everything from plain urine to diarrhea. In the middle of the night, after the last guest had urinated, she would urinate or defecate herself, feeling her own waste products pumped back up into the basin and into her mouth. It was at these times she felt she wanted to die. But she could not do anythingexcept swallow her own feces again. Exceprted from Part-Time, by thndrshrk -- source link