But not in the way that she wants, of course.

"Yeah. So what was your idea again? You wanted to get rid of those clothes? Return to your natural state? That was the worst thing you could imagine, right? "

FINALLY. Eve put her hands on her shirt, preparing to take it off. The warm piss felt awful on her skin. This charade could end.

"STOP. No, not like that. I bet you had to shimmy to get those pants on, look how tight they are. Wet as they are, they'll be a nightmare to get off. Here, let me help. Take these scissors, and don't even think about harming me with them. Cut off small parts of your clothes. Then eat them. You can only cut the parts that have piss on them. Let the rest fall off as it will. Once you're in your natural state, slut, we will continue." He looked over at the tabasco sauce on the counter and smiled. Then he backed up and made sure the camera was capturing everything.

Eve looked down at the scissors in her hand. She looked down at her clothes. All the wet parts... oh no. He had pissed on her tits and on her pussy. Specifically, he had aimed for those spots alone. She couldn't just cut down the sides. She would have to... she looked at the camera.

Oh no. "You planned this, you fuck. You want me to cut out holes for my tits and pussy. You... you motherfucker."

John began stroking his dick as he watched. "Too bad you weren't smarter. You could have seen this coming. You may begin now. Be sure to chew thoroughly."

Eve looked down, and realized she had been **** into another horrorshow. But... she had ****. She put the scissors at the bottom of her shirt and began slicing away a small piece. She put it in her mouth and started chewing. It tasted like... lukewarm piss. God, she hated that taste. She hated that she had a *preference* for the temperature of piss that she swallowed. She hated that she knew that the best tasting piss came straight from a cock. After chewing the thin fabric thoroughly, she swallowed.

And cut another piece. And chewed for ages, working the piss out and down her throat. And swallowed again. And cut and chewed and swallowed again. And again. And again.

Eventually it became mechanical. Until she got to the part of her shirt covering her tits. They peeked out beneath her shirt as she looked at John with a disgusted face. "You said these were beautiful. Why do you want to **** them like this? Can't you love them? Love me?"

John laughed again. "I just said that so that I could break you down further. Truth be told, they get my dick hard. I don't know whether the word 'beautiful' even matters. Your body is made to be fucked. Well - not even fucked. That implies that you're involved. It's simpler than that. You have holes in your body, and I enjoy it when I shove my penis in them and move it around until it sprays nasty fluids in you. That's it, really. You're a self-cleaning, self-warming fleshlight with an unfortunate brain attached. And that brain is so, so very unfortunate.

"See, the best part of this is that while I get to see the bottom of your tits peeking out from your shirt, I also get to see you make that disgusted face. I can watch your mouth twist in horror as you stare at my cock, and realize that I will be shutting you up by shoving that cock in your lips and trying to tickle the back of your mouth while You're struggle to breathe." Eve's lips did twist in disgust, then, as she saw John harden at his own words.

"That's all you're good for. So that's what I'll do. I'll play with your brain while I play with your body. Because they are both my toys. I will humiliate you, break you, unhinge your mind, and then do it all again tomorrow - as often as I please. You are my *toy.* Toys can't be beautiful. They can only be fun, or useful. So go back to being fun. And cut."

"You are a monster. Fuck you. Here, go ahead. Stare at my tits all you want."

"Oh, I will. And later, maybe I will actually 'fuck you'. Or your tits. Or your mouth. Or I'll just fuck with your brain some more. Or any other part of you I find amusing. Because that's all you are and all you will ever be - a receptacle for my cum, a toy for me to ****, and a body for me to ****. God wont save you. Jesus is probably jacking off as he watches. I'm sure he did the same with his own whores back in his day. Now eat the rest of the piss from your clothes. You are my toy, made of meat. Entertain me."

Evelyn heard the truth in all of his words, and she felt the deepest pain as she realized that's all she ever would be, ever again. He watched as, over the course of the next hour, Evelyn slowly cut and ate all the piss covered pieces of her clothes. She wasn't as quiet as she used to be. Sometimes she complained about the taste. Sometimes she even complained about the *temperature* of the piss. Imagine! Caring about the temperature of piss you're drinking! He made sure to compliment her - she was becoming quite the connoisseur.

As she finally finished, the last of her dry clothes falling to the floor, John smiled. He kept stroking his cock, staring at her naked body.

John eyed the Tabasco sauce on the counter, and moved to stand in front of it to hide it from her view.

Finally. He had solved his boredom. Suddenly, everything was fun again.