Samia Receives a Golden Shower

“So, tell me,” Frost said, “what do you know about the captain?”

Samia looked up at the sergeant, as the cool morning breeze made her exposed skin tingle.

“I know little about him.”

“Don’t play dumb with me, slut.” He took a menacing step towards her. “And don’t treat me like I’m stupid either. I know the captain wouldn’t just fall for some whore like you, no matter pretty you are. You knew each other before he came here. Maybe you were his whore back in the big city.”

Samia clenched her teeth as he circled behind her, hoping her identity wasn’t going to be revealed through ****.

“But I don’t care about you.” Frost breathed warm air over her shoulder. “I just want to know about the captain.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I have my reasons.” He stroked a hand harshly over her chest, scraping the roughness of his palm over her breasts. “So, what’s it going to be? Are you going to talk willingly, or do I have to make you?”

“I… I don’t know anything, please believe me.”

“Wrong answer.” He sighed, sucking in cold air. “I gave you a chance.”

Samia felt a sudden sting as Frost's hand came down onto her back, leaving a burning sensation. As she gasped in pain, she knew that she had to come up with an answer.

“Please, just let me work and finish my sentence,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “I don’t know anything about the captain, I swear.”

Frost hesitated for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. “I know the right punishment for today.”

He grabbed her and they walked a little further along, reaching a small hole in the ground, covered by a grid with a circle in the centre. The grid was lifted, splitting into two halves around the circle.

Frost untied her. “Get in,” he snapped.

Samia hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She'd never been in such a situation before, and the terror was making her feel sick with fear. She took a deep breath and stepped into the hole, hoping it would be over quickly.

It was dark and dank, and she could feel the cold, sharp stone on the soles of her feet.

There was only enough space to sit or kneel inside it, and Frost began to close the grid again, enclosing the circle around her neck so that her head stuck out above, but her body was trapped below. The ground was cold on her bare ass, and she couldn’t lift the heavy grid from above her.

She knew she was at his mercy now. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm going to give you a chance to change your mind," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to tell me everything you know about the captain. If you don't, you're going to wish you had never been born."

He closed the grid, leaving only her head exposed above. The fear swept through her like a tidal wave, making her breaths shallow and rapid. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think through her options. She had to find a way out of this, or at least buy herself some time. She tried to lift the grid, but it wouldn’t budge.

"Samia, tell me, how long have you known the captain?"

She bit her lip, not wanting to say anything. She was being pushed to the edge, but she couldn't betray Varga.

"Why are the two of you here?"

She swallowed hard, feeling the sweat trickle down her back. "I… I don't know what you're talking about!" she yelled, her voice echoing back at her.

Samia's heart pounded rapidly in her chest. She squirmed in the cold, damp stone hole, trying to ease the discomfort as she awaited Frost's decision.

As her mind raced, she thought of everything she knew about Captain Roche. He was a skilled and respected officer, who had always been kind to her. She wondered what she might be able to give the sergeant in order to escape harsher punishment.

For the first time in her life, Samia felt a deep sense of regret for her actions. She thought about how her choices had brought her to this point, and how she was now trapped and completely at the mercy of Frost's whims.

She tried to focus her thoughts on the captain, but her fear and despair just seemed to grow.

Frost lowered his breeches, revealing his flaccid cock.

“Open your mouth, whore, and hold it open.”

Samia kept it shut, turning her head in disgust.

“Do it, or I stamp on your head.”

She clenched her teeth, then opened her mouth wide, her eyes wide with terror as she stared up at him.

“Good girl.”

He spat in her mouth, and then grabbed it with his hand, forcing her to close it until she swallowed the spit.

He stepped back, admired her trapped in the hole in the ground.

“Open up again,” he demanded.

When she did, he held his cock with one hand and began to piss all over her face, aiming for her wide-open mouth.

Samia tried to turn her head away, but there was no escape. The warm stream hit her cheeks and ran down her neck and all over her naked body, making her gag.

“You’re a disgusting little slut,” Frost sneered, “begging for it.”

Samia squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face as she felt the humiliation of being urinated on by the sergeant. With her mouth closed, he turned his attention to her hair, soaking it through.

“That’s right, whore. You need to learn your place.”

She choked back a sob, feeling the warm stream of urine flow over her skin. He stopped pissing on her for a moment, and she regained her breath, spitting out what had landed in her mouth.

“Keep your mouth open, you fucking whore,” he snarled.

She opened her mouth again, and the stream resumed, hitting her chin, then landing directly into her open mouth. She gagged and gargled as it filled her mouth. It tasted disgusting, but she saw the mean look in his eye, and made sure to keep her mouth open, until she no longer could.

He continued pissing on her, humiliating her and trying to make her break. Samia felt helpless, her body shaking, her heart wrenching with anguish.

Frost trickled out the last few drops all over her face.

“I hope you feel like talking soon, or I’ll have the rest of the guards come over and do the same on their break.”

Samia gulped, tasting the disgusting urine in her mouth. There was already a bit of a puddle of it she was sitting in as it had trickled down from her body. There was no way to wipe herself clean. It had completely soaked into her hair, and she stank. The sun was up, and the piss was beginning to bake into her hair and skin, becoming more pungent each minute that passed by.