You wake up in a shower.

You regain consciousness and find yourself chained to a sturdy metal handle. As your vision returns, you realize you're laying down in a big square shower with three sturdy cement walls and one opaque glass door. The room is dark and you can't see anything. You try to move but your wrists and ankles are all chained.

Your mind starts racing. How long were you ****? Why are you so groggy? Were you ****? Or are her thighs just that powerful?

You lay there for what feels like hours, contemplating your choices as you grow more afraid and hopeless. The chains have no slack at all, and judging by the metal bars installed on the sides of the shower, you surmise that you're not the first one to be chained up like this. You pull against them with all your strength, but to no avail. There's no escape.

Finally, after an eternity in the dark, you hear the sound of footsteps climbing stairs, then a door swinging open. Then another door. Then the lights flicker on and your heart races as the sound of stumbling footsteps grow closer to the shower door.

Jessica slides the shower door open and looks down at you with an evil look in her eye.

"Oh perfect, you finally woke up~" She slurs as she takes of her boots and throws them to outside the bathroom and onto her bed in the next room over.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, we decided to go out for drinks to celebrate!"

She unbuttons her jeans and throws them into the corner of the bedroom and to your horror, quickly removes her thong as well.

"I had soooo much to drink tonight..." she says before plopping her pussy onto your face.

"N-n-no wait WAI-MMPHH!!! MMMPHH!!!" Is all you can get out before she sits on your head.

"I almost pissed myself on the way home from the club... but unfortunately for you I made it...."

Before you have time to process what she's said, you feel a warm trickle touching your lips. Then, her hand yanking your chin and pulling your mouth open.

Horrified, you realize now what fate awaits you: that of a living toilet. You panic and buck but it's no use. Even without the chains you couldn't hope to escape from underneath her. Then, you feel it: the overwhelming sensation of warm liquid sliding down your throat. Tears well up in your eyes and you try to beg but you only end up gargling her piss. Jessica ignores you and sighs with relief as the seemingly endless stream fills your mouth.

This can't be happening, you think. This has to be a nightmare....

"How's that taste?" She taunts.

After a minute she gets up a little and rubs her pussy on your head to clean herself off. She then gets up and puts her hands on hips, stumbling a little before finding her footing as she admires her work.

"Ahh... much better!"

And without another word, she walks out, closing the shower door behind her and turns off the light, leaving you to cry alone in the darkness.