The usual. But first...

John pulled something out of his pocket and shoved it in her mouth. It burned and she yelled a bit, but truth be told it didn't hurt at all like earlier. Or even as bad as her clit.

She moved her tongue around the object... ugh. It was the condom from earlier. Covered in hot sauce and filled with cum. *Very* full with cum, it seemed.

"Chew and swallow, then finish your dinner," John said as he slapped down a glass of her unflavored protein shake and piss. "Then, when you're done - come into the living room. You have some throat cleaning to do."

"Fuck you. You mean you want me to deepthroat your cock for a few hours while you lie to me about how long I've been at it," she said as she chewed the condom until it burst. Some of the cum leaked from her lips as she spoke. John stroked his cock while he watched.

John smiled and looked at her. He patted her on the head and smiled down at her. "Exactly, toy. I want you to **** yourself on my cock while I lie to you. You're going to swallow everything that comes out of my dick, and sit in front of me as my cock-massaging toilet-girl. Your pussy will scream in pain as I gently groan in ecstasy until you've sucked every drop of cum I have down your stomach."

"I'd rather die and go to hell than follow any more of your orders. It can't be worse than this," she said as she swallowed the spent condom, then gave John's cock a quick - spiteful - lick.

"Oh, ow. Stop licking. Man, that little bit of sauce in your mouth sure does sting. That'll be sore for awhile. But I guess you know that." He rubbed her clit even harder, and she felt like he was holding up a blowtorch. Ow... she didn't know what she expected. "Ooooh, man. That still stings. My fault, I suppose. Just like what happened in the bathroom was your fault. You always could have kept your head in the bathtub. And it never would have happened at all if you weren't such a bitch in your previous life. I'll make sure to tag Gabriella in the video so she can see how her idea panned out." Evelyn knew he was right. It was her fault. She deserved this.

"And as for preferring hell - are you kidding? Your personal hell would just be two of me, trying to one up each other - for all eternity. The only way you escape is to do exactly what I say. Now say 'yes sir, I'll drink up my piss and protein, swish it around to get rid of all the hot sauce, and then come into the living room to **** myself on your cock while you lie to me.'"

Eve closed her eyes. "Yes sir, I'll drink up my piss and protein, swish it around to get rid of all the hot sauce, and then come into the living room to **** myself on your cock while you lie to me."

"Good girl" John slapped her cunt affectionately a few times, setting off a chain reaction of burning pain - and walked out.

Eve cried, and then did as she was ordered.

She didn't know if John lied to her in the living room. But he probably did. Why did it have to be so fucking impossible to tell?

The rest of the night passed as normal. Except instead of Eve's throat being the most sore part of her - sitting her burning pussy on the ground was agony.

John taunted her about it constantly. He said knowing that the pain she felt now would last years made him cum even harder

Evelyn couldn't tell if he was lying. But he did seem to... have more cum than usual. God, she hated that dick.

But even more... she hated how wet it made her.