Lydia Learns that the Supplies were all for Razir

It turned out that the supplies Razir bought were just for him. Lydia went hungry at breakfast, and he taught her how to catch bugs, as that’s what her diet would be from now on.

Lydia watched as Razir caught a large, fat grub in the ground, its wriggling body shining in the morning sunlight. She shuddered at the thought of eating it, but she knew she had to obey her master.

“Open your mouth, Lydia,” Razir commanded, offering her the grub as it crawled between his fingers in front of her face.

Swallowing hard, Lydia took the grub from his hands. It wriggled between her finger and thumb, and a little sick entered her mouth at the thought of eating it.

“Must I eat this, master?” she looked at Razir pleadingly. Only a few days since, she’d dined on steak and wine paid for with her winnings from the Novilla tournament. Now her she stood, naked in the wild, wearing nothing but a collar and garter, being **** to eat insects.

“Eat it, ****, or go hungry.”

It wriggled in her fingers, how many damned legs did it have? It was a little hairy too. It was milky white with an orange head. She winced as she lifted the thing to her mouth, placing it between her lips and bit down, chewing through the tough outer shell. The taste was foul, the shell was hard, and the goo that filled her mouth was disgusting. The half she’d bitten on was still writhing around in her mouth.

She tightened her eyes, trying to hold it in her mouth, and each time she **** it to the back of her throat, she retched. After several attempts, and her stomach feeling like it was about to empty, she managed to swallow it down with a heavy gulp that aroused Razir. The other half was just as much a challenge.

Razir watched her, a satisfied smile on his face as she chewed on the other half.

“Would you like something to wash it down with?” Razir asked.

“Yes, master.” Lydia nodded.

“Then kneel.”

She knelt, waiting obediently for some water from his flask.

But she wasn’t offered water. Razir took his cock out, holding it in front of her face.

“Open up,” he commanded.

She opened her mouth wide, wondering if she was about to get a load to swallow, how she’d love that.

But she wasn’t so lucky. Razir began to urinate on her, trickling it all over her face.

She closed her eyes, feeling the warm stream hit her face and then trickle down her chin towards her neck. The stench was overpowering, and she fought back her gag reflex, not wanting to disobey her master. The urine cascaded down her chest, covering her.

"Open up!" Razir snapped.

Lydia opened her mouth wide, tasting it on her tongue and gagging.

Lydia's eyes widened in shock as she felt the warm liquid hit the back of her throat. The stench of his urine filled her nostrils, and she gagged, struggling not to swallow it. He continued to urinate, covering her face and hair.

"Drink it, ****," Razir commanded. "Taste the degradation."

Lydia tried to turn away, but Razir grabbed her by the piss-stained hair, forcing her head back. She choked and spluttered as the liquid filled her mouth, her mind screaming in protest.

Finally, Razir stopped pissing in her mouth and pulled away, leaving her to gasp for air, her throat burning. She scrubbed at her face and hair, trying to wash away the stench and humiliation.

"You need to learn your place in this world, Lydia. You are mine to use as I see fit. Now, drink the rest or you'll be punished."

Lydia hesitated, her body trembling. But she knew better than to disobey her master. She opened her mouth, and he pissed again, the taste of his urine filling her senses. She gagged, but **** it down in a series of gulps, swallowing the bitter liquid that burned her throat. It didn’t taste any worse than the grub at least.

Razir watched her, his eyes cold and calculating. He knew the power he held over her, and he intended to use it to his advantage.

"That's a good ****," he praised, running his fingers through her hair, smearing the urine into her skin. "Remember this, Lydia. You are mine to do with as I please."

Lydia shuddered at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that her life had changed, and that she had to obey her master if she wanted to survive in this harsh world.

“No more water for you, ****, but you may drink my piss any time you’re thirsty.”

“Yes, master.” She fought back the tears at the thought of her new diet of insects and urine.

As they continued their journey through the Badlands, Lydia found herself growing accustomed to her new life. She learned to hunt and forage, to navigate the treacherous terrain, and to obey her master's every command.