24 hours as a urinal

"Well you see Bunny, I **** of the Black Kings has many more jobs than just taking dick. Another important role of yours will be to serve as a urinal. A receptacle for the piss of any Black King who needs to relieve himself. Now I know you've drank piss before, but what I need is for you to do it with enthusiasm. That's the difference between a common whore and a well-trained **** of the Black Kings. You need to learn to savour every last drop of the stuff because it's going to be your primary source of fluid for the rest of your life. Do you understand Bunny?"

Even though you've been broken down to a fragment of your former self, a black cock-craving slut who's debased every moral value you once had, the idea of living off just piss for the rest of your life seems to disturb you. However, if pretending to relish every drop of urine that spills forth from these men's glorious cocks is what it takes to get fucked by them again, then you're more than willing to pay the price. Hell, perhaps at some point you might even learn to enjoy it and how depraved it makes you feel.

You look up at Darius and nod. "Yes sir, I understand."

"Good girl. Well, for the next 24 hours, you'll be remaining out here and serving as a urinal for any King on guard duty without a whore to drink his piss. Remember to thank them for doing you the kindness of choosing to piss in your mouth rather than up against a wall or something. They're taking time out of their day to help quench your thirst."

Surely he can't be serious about leaving you out here in the freezing cold for 24 hours. You brush it off to worry about later and instead make sure to show your obedience.

"Yes sir, this whore will remember to show how grateful she is."

"Good girl, you learn so quickly. Now let me give you one last parting gift before I head inside and dump a load inside Bitch Tits."