“She’ll save us hours a year,” Silas added, mock-thoughtful. “Every household should have one. Efficient. Disposable.” Then,a little quieter, aimed at her. “You were always meant for this, weren’t you, little pisshole?”
Her tears streamed hot down her cheeks, the salty taste mixing with the acrid burn in her mouth. She wanted to sob, to scream, but she was too busy swallowing, and nothing would’ve made a sound anyway. Her body still betrayed her, cunt clenching with every swallow, shame and arousal knotted together in her belly.
When Silas finally finished, he said, “Swallow it all. Show us.”
She obeyed, throat working to choke it all down, then her mouth opened wide to show it was empty, like a dog waiting for praise. When Boone released her head, she looked down to stare at Silas’s booted feet, humiliation burning hotter than the piss in her stomach.
“Now she knows,” Kenny said. “Let’s see if it took.”
He sat on the bench a few feet from Silas and said, “I need a toilet.”
Dread settled in her body, heavier than before. She expected it of Silas because cruelty was his language, his nature. But Kenny was structure. Training. Fairness wrapped in iron. Having him say the words hollowed her out in a way Silas never could.
The whole point of the evening was to reduce her to an object, a utility, but she’d never imagined how much deeper it would cut coming from Kenny.
She moved in front of him automatically, knees burning against tile, mitts thumping on the floor. She stopped between his legs, opened her mouth, and stared up at him with tears blurring her vision.
“Perfect conditioning,” Kenny said. “The toilet knows what she is.”
Boone’s giant hand clamped around her bare scalp, grinding her face toward Kenny’s crotch. Kenny unzipped, matter-of-fact, and let the stream flow into her waiting mouth.
Her heart clenched. It wasn’t just piss, it wasKenny’spiss, and that broke something deeper. She swallowed quickly, desperately, the taste fouling her tongue, terrified of the shock, but the shame ofthisscraped her raw. Kenny’s casual defilement managed to strip another layer of her humanity until only function remained.
Silas laughed low and cruel. “Oh, look at her face. It cuts worse when it’s Kenny, doesn’t it? Little whore thought she was special to him. Thought she was more than a hole and a toilet. That’s the beauty of it, pet — no one here thinks you’re more than what you are.”
Her tears ran faster. She forced herself to keep swallowing, even as the shame chewed at her insides, eating her little by little.
Kenny finished, tucked himself away, and said, “Good job. That’s the rule now. Toilet means open and swallow. Good toilets flush the filth away without drama. Bad toilets get the defiance shocked out of them.”
The words landed like shackles. She bowed her head again, silent obedience burning through her chest.
They moved her to the living room and unclipped the leash, but the heavy webbed collar remained snug at her throat. A thick rug stretched wide, giving her knees some reprieve, but not much.
Kenny pulled a set of glossy photos from the table and dropped them onto the rug in front of her. “Pictures first. You’ll learn your numbers. Fast.”
The first showed a spread-kneel with a big numeral one in the corner.
“Position one.”
She shuffled into place, the backs of her wrists on her thighs, knees wide, back straight.
The second picture — kneeling up, her hands clasped behind her head. “Position two.”
She adjusted, touched the bottoms of her mitts together behind her head, and the collar stayed quiet.
The third picture — on all fours, spine curved, ass high.
“Position three.”
He cycled her back through them, voice flat and cold. “One. Two. Three. One. Hold. Two. Three.”
She obeyed, frantic to get it right. The collar stayed silent.
Then Kenny switched the order. “Three. One. Three. One. Two.” She hesitated, brain scrambling, and dropped into the wrong one. The collar lit her thigh on fire, then lightning blazed up her body, her spine, and detonated in her clit and nipples. Her body seized and collapsed, buckling her to the floor in a silent, shaking heap.
“Wrong.” His tone didn’t change. “Try again.”
Shaking, she crawled upright into the correct pose.
