Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

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Carmelita Campo

I didn't so much as sleep as doze. There was no way to get comfortable. I was helpless, being punished for all the mean things I had done to my sister, to Alicia, to even Lee. I was a cunt to them, and they were getting revenge on me.

I would shift, struggling at my ropes, my arms pulled down before me, my wrists tied between my knees. I was lying on my side, the carpet nowhere thick enough. I felt the hard cement slab beneath it, the true floor.

I couldn't see a clock. But I could hear one ticking away, marking every second of my torment. When I did fall into sleep, it echoed through my dreams while a dizzying array of memories shot through me. All the pussies I had licked today. How they were different. Alicia's so tight and fresh. Mrs. Ellison's thick pussy lips. My sister's furry muff. Pam's thick bush. Melody's sweet snatch. Zoey's bald muff with her unicorn tattoo staring me in the face. And more. Ms. Hiragawa. My history teacher. Lee's filthy snatch.

They all burned through my dreams.

I remembered how it felt to lick each of them. How they tasted. How I loved it.

Alone, it was so hard to run away from that fact. I loved licking their pussies. I had enjoyed sliding my tongue through hot folds, even the incestuous snatch belonging to my dyke sister. And the entire time, I shuddered, remembering the humiliation of Clint's cock firing jizz in me, the shame of begging him to cum in me.

To breed me.

I wasn't gay. I wasn't. I couldn't be. It was such a sin to be gay. I wasn't a lesbian. I was just confused. They were spanking me. Tying me up. They were all trying to trick me. If they had a pretty guy, someone with a gorgeous, delicate face, a slim body and girlish hips. That was my type of guy. Not someone ruggedly handsome like Clint, with his muscles and body hair and hands rough from work.

He was too manly for me.

I wasn't gay.

Zoey made me lick her pussy when she and Stefani came back from work. Then I ate Stefani's snatch, staring at the daffodil she had tattooed on her pubic mound, this beautiful, happy, yellow flower. I had licked her so hard, devouring all her tangy juices. Then I fell back into my doze, hating how wet my pussy was after they left. How much it itched. How much I wanted it licked by my sister. By Alicia. By Lee. By anyone except that faggot Clint.

But I wasn't gay. I wouldn't let them trick me. They were all trying to corrupt me. Make me think I wanted to be a sex slave, that I got off on being a dyke. They were all evil.

I was dreaming of eating Juana's pussy, my little sister praising my skill, which made me only eat her harder, when I felt my body shift. It was almost like someone was carrying me. But I was so tired, I didn't want to open my eyes.

I was set down on linoleum, the flooring cold on my back. My legs, tied to my arms, were forced to be above me by the rope. I was trussed up like a deer just killed by the hunters. I could hear giggling around me. Girls were watching me. I bet they needed their pussies licked.

Then something was shoved into my pussy. For a moment, fear shot through me. But it wasn't Clint's cock. It was hard and plastic, cold but warming up inside my cunt. I shivered, my eyes opening to see a pair of legs over me, golden-brown and leading to a snatch covered in dark fur.

Juana's pussy.

“Good morning, my naughty little dyke sister-slave,” my Mis...little sister purred a she lowered her pussy to my mouth. “How'd you sleep?”

“Poorly, Mistress,” I said, so groggy, struggling to shed sleep.

And then her tangy pussy was rubbing on my mouth, her curly pubic hairs tickling my lips and cheeks. My tongue licked out before I could stop it, acting on autopilot, and lapped through her silky, hot folds. Her delicious musk coated my tongue, making my pussy clench on the dildo.

It hummed to life. I groaned into my sister's pussy, my body twitching. It was at the lowest setting, a small vibration that just stirred my cunt into a juicy snatch. I wiggled, my legs and arms pulling on the bonds, wanting to move.

And then Juana let out a sighing groan, like she was relaxing after an exertion, like she was holding in—

Piss splashed into my open, licking mouth. The acrid, bitter urine filled my mouth before I could react. I spluttered, gasping, accidentally swallowing the nasty liquid. It burned down my throat as my head twisted, her pee splashing across my cheeks, spilling across my hair. I smelled it as I breathed. It reached my hair, soaking into it.

“Oh, yes, that's soooooo good,” moaned Juana. “Mmm, be a good slave and drink it, Carmelita. This is your job.”

“Yeah, dyke-slut,” the hateful Lee giggled.

The vibrator hummed faster. I shuddered, Juana's piss splashing across my face. I clamped my lips shut, hating the pleasure rippling out of my pussy as the humiliation of her piss squirmed through me. This was so disgusting, and she was making me enjoy it.

That bitch.

Then Juana's piss petered out. She stood up, some urine clinging to her pubic hair. I stared up at her, smelling the acrid stuff, feeling it pool on my skin, some gathering in the hollow of my throat. I blinked, my cheeks burning. She held the remote to my vibrator in her hand.

“You got piss all over your face,” she said. “Well, we expected this. That's why we're in the kitchen.”

I blinked, realizing I was. Her piss that had ran off of me was puddling beneath my hair and shoulders. I shivered, feeling it on my skin, wanting to get it off. Around me, all of Clint's family stood: Lee, his mother, my teacher, the rest of his sisters, Mrs. Hiragawa, Stefani. They all were naked, all looking at me with such...eagerness.

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my pussy clenching on the vibrator humming away.

“Oh, yes,” Alicia said brightly, pushing up her glasses before she straddled my face, rubbing her bald beaver on my lips. Her juices were so fresh. She pinned my head in place with her knees, not letting me get away from her pussy. From her urethra.

The vibrator hummed louder.

I groaned, my mouth opening just as Alicia's piss spurted out of her pussy. She let out mewling moans of delight as her acrid urine poured into my mouth. It filled it up before I could clamp my jaws shut. I shuddered in disgust, forced to swallow as her piss streamed against my closed lips, spilling across my chin and cheeks to her thighs.

She ground her pussy on me, her piss flowing about my face. I breathed that horrid scent in through my nose, shuddering, groaning. It burned down my throat. I felt hers and Juana's urine in my stomach. I drank their nasty piss.

My pussy grew hotter, the vibrator churning me away.

Tears fell down my cheeks as Alicia shuddered, a few final spurts of piss squirting out, and then she rose. “Oh, I have wanted to do that for sooooooo long.”

“Yes, you have, cupcake,” Melody said, such a malicious smile on the blonde's lips.

“I find morning piss to be the strongest,” Lee said. “The most bitterest and nasty. You are so lucky.”

Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips, tasting the mix of our sisters' piss on my lips. I squirmed, hating it even as my pussy swelled with rapture, that damned vibrator humming away, sending pleasure that crashed into the shame.

“You have never been a good student,” Professor Samuels, my history teacher, purred as she lowered her shaved pussy to my mouth.

“Please, no,” I groaned, twisting my head away.

But she grabbed my urine soaked hair in her hand, yanking my face upward into her pussy. Her urine came out as forceful stream, striking my sealed closed lips. Hot piss spilled over my face, washing like a flood. I groaned, feeling the heat trickle down my cheeks, mixing with my humiliated tears.

“Oh, yes, you were so mean at school. Such a bully. And this is how bullies are treated.”

“Yes!” Lee groaned in pure rapture.

I hated it even as another throaty moan rose in my throat. The pleasure made me all confused. The damned vibrator kept my pussy loving this, craving more humiliation. I fought against my swelling orgasm. I didn't want to cum while being pissed on.

“Please,” I whined as Professor Samuels rose, her large tits heaving. “Please, I'm sorry for being a bully.”

“Admit you're a lesbian,” Juana said, clicking up the vibrator in my pussy to the next setting.

It hummed so loudly. And I saw it, as my cunt drank in the delight, my orgasm swelling fast, their evil game driving me to a humiliating climax. This was how they would trick me. They would do something so disgusting and force me to admit I was lesbian. To believe it.

“No!” I howled, my pussy drinking in the vibrations. They rippled through me. I breathed in acrid piss, feeling it pool around my head and shoulders, more running down my neck. There were even droplets splattered on my breasts. “I'm not a lesbian!”

Clint grabbed his cock, aiming it at my pussy being churned to an orgasmic froth by the vibrator, and unleashed his urine. The hot stream struck my shaved pussy, spilling around my labia stretched open about the humming toy. I gasped, the degrading liquid running down my snatch and dribbling to my ass. It sent a hot surge of exhilaration warming my body.

Then Lee turned around, bending over me, and her piss spurted out of her pussy, splashing on my tits. Hot urine rained down on me. Melody and Pam joined her, leaning out, two more streams of the disgusting liquid striking me. The other women—Zoey, Stefani, Mrs. Hiragawa, and Mrs. Elliston—all pressed in, there asses meeting over me.

So much piss rained on me. They showered me in it. It hit every part of my skin, washing up my face, pouring over my tits. I screamed out, urine splashing in my mouth. My clit ached as the warm flood covered it. The humiliating liquid pooled in my bellybutton.

They drenched me. They degraded me.

Juana smirked standing over me. She held the remote. Clicked the button.

The vibrator buzzed so loudly, churning my pussy as the urine fell on me. The exploding humming struck the shameful exhilaration. They were humiliating me. Demeaning me. They were taking such enjoyment at pissing on me.

I exploded.

My orgasm roared through my body. I gasped and trembled and screamed out in rapture as the pleasure rushed through my body. I groaned and twitched and gasped. My eyes rolled back into my head. The heat surged through me.

Stars detonated before my eyes.

My body heaved, urine sloshing about my skin.

It dribbled and splattered my body. So hot. So nasty. So disgusting. Just perfect for a filthy slut like me.

My pussy spasmed about the humming toy. My mind drowned in rapture while my body drowned in urine. I had never cum so hard in my life. My body heaved at the soaked rope, the strands growing so tight as the rope absorbed their piss.

And the vibrator kept churning me. It kept making my pussy cum and cum and cum. Tsunamis of humiliated ecstasy crashed over and over into my mind. And the entire time, my Mistress stood over me, staring down at me, knowing she owned me.

That she would do this to me whenever she wanted.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing in urine, tasting piss in my mouth, and screamed out my rapture. This would never end. It would go on and on and on. I had to be strong. I had to fight them. They wouldn't reprogram me.

No matter how much my body loved it.

To be continued...