First, they just talk

"You know who suggested this next punishment?" John said. "A girl from your church group. Her name is Gabriella. I don't know what a good girl like her is doing thinking up ways to **** a former friend, but - "

"She's not my fucking friend. She was the slut that showed up with cleavage and a skirt to youth group. I'm pretty sure she was even fucking the group leader. In fact - "

"In fact... it sounds like you were her bully," John cut her off. "Be honest. Were you?"

"I... did bully her sometimes... but only because of her terrible choices!"

"Wow. So she hates you - with reason. She was out there living her best life, and probably still is - but you? Your path led you here. Kneeling on the ground, tits out, covered in cold piss, with the taste of it still in your mouth."

"You monster."

"Yes, yes, we've established this. But you - you were a monster to this woman too, weren't you? You told her she was a slut, you isolated and shamed her, maybe even some actual ****? Hmmm... I actually don't want to know the details yet, now that I think about it. Maybe I'll hear about it if I invite her over for a cunt-slapping party later. But first - "

"First..." Eve closed her eyes. "First you're going to get creative. Again. God. Fuck. Why do I have to endure this?" Eve whispered, and sunk down onto the floor. She shivered as the cold puddle of piss on the floor chilled her, leaking into her pussy as her legs splayed out beside her.

"No. First, we're going to give you the same choice you gave her." Evelyn's face frowned in confusion. John walked over to the bathtub and started the water. He put the stopper in and the bathtub began to fill.

Then he walked over to Evelyn and stood in front of her with his dick inches from her face, as before.

He decided he liked this position. She had to back her head up a bit, and struggled not to stare down directly at it like it was the barrel of a gun. She kept sneaking glances at his face, and he got curious. "What's going on in your head right now? Be honest, thorough, and descriptive about what you're thinking and feeling."

"I'm - afraid? Afraid and disgusted. I'm pulling away from your... penis... ick... because it has been the main instrument of my **** for months now. I don't know what's going to come out of it or what I'll have to do to it. It has sprayed me with all manner of disgusting fluids, been my only source of food, and rubbed me raw in every hole. Every hole except the one that gives me pleasure, at least. It chokes me awake, it ruins my hair, it burns my ass, and it is constantly covered in disgusting slime of some kind or another that I have to clean. And worst of all - right now? I don't know what you're about to do. Maybe in the middle of the next word I speak you'll piss in my mouth. Maybe you'll thrust into my throat, or jack off with my hair, or **** me to debase myself again in any number of ways or... I don't know. I hate you. I hate... it."

John interrupted. "...but despite all of that, you've still been conditioned, haven't you? Just because you know that you've been conditioned, doesn't mean it doesn't still work. You remember masturbating while staring at it for hours. Over and over. So even now, sitting there, staring at the hole with fear - I see your pussy starting to drip."

"I hate y-" her eyes glazed over as a new torrent of piss hit her mouth mid-word.

John spoke, "you took so long eating your clothes, I had time to reload!." Her eyes just glazed over. After what she had just been through, she didn't even care anymore.

John smiled at her. "That was a good idea." Evelyn stared up at him with a now-closed mouth and scorled. "Now now, open up and drink as much as you can, please. I'm going to explain what's about to happen.