The Latrine.

...The Latrine. Chelsea looks around for a moment then opens the door and shoves you inside. The first thing you notice is the smell. It's definitely the smell of an old outhouse but one that hasn't been used for a long time. The bathroom odors seem to have been mostly replaced by a campground-ish smell due to the passing of time or some cleaning. The small room is barely larger than a closet and features a simple bench with a cover on it at the back end. Graffiti and writing covers the interior and the side wall to the other stall has a curious hole in it. An opening near the roof lets in some light and a draft.

Chelsea steps into the dark outhouse, closes the door behind her, and looks down at you.

"I thought of giving you the standard treatment." She starts.

"But as you know... Our last catch didn't exactly last that long."

"Poor boy broke after a day or two."

Chelsea begin to unzip her fly and step towards you.

"Instead, we're gonna teach you how to be a long term pet."

"Taylor seems to have a soft spot for you too."

"She'll like having you around."

"How's all that sound, Bitch?"

Chelsea's hand catches under your chin and lifts, forcing you to look up at her.

"Well? How's that sound, Bitch?"

You know disobeying Chelsea would be the end of you. You're cornered again, but this time you know whats at stake. Reluctantly you accept your fate.

"It... Sounds good." You manage to speak meekly.

"Perfect." She says in a sultry tone. Her hand pulls down a pair of panties to reveal the familiar and hardening 8 inches.

"Lick." She commands.

Leaning forward you obey, licking her tip at first. She leans to one side so you can work that part of the shaft and you do so dutifully. You feel clumsy and defeated, but Chelsea doesn't seem to mind. Instead she gives you tips and lets you find your own way around her cock.

"Long licks. Mmmm, right there."

"Perfect."

Suddenly she stops your tongue worship.

"Now sit." She points to a spot on the floor below the hole in the wall. You obey again and quickly sit where you're told to.

Chelsea walks over to the bench and has a seat on the cover. Her cock points up like a monolith from your vantage point.

"Now crawl over here and start sucking." You obey again.

"I have a couple texts to send." Chelsea says as she whips out her phone and starts to click away.

You make your way over and settle in between her legs.

As you go to open your mouth you notice how you haven't been stressing over the video on Taylor's phone or the struggle for freedom. There's a strange comfort in just doing what Chelsea tells you and as you swallow her cock and take her commands you find the rhythm almost soothing. Between phone messages, Chelsea not only coaches you on how to properly service her but also on how to properly address her.

"Me and Taylor are your masters now. Okay, Bitch?"

You nod.

"Say, yes, Master." She continues nonchalantly between texts.

"Yes, Master." You reply and dive back down on her cock.

"You love sucking master's cock, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"You're gonna swallow every drop of master's cum, aren't you?

Yes, Master."

"Perfect."

Chelsea puts away her phone and pushes you away and off her cock. She grabs a hold of her cock and begins stroking fast.

"Now open that mouth and beg for master's cum."

You open your mouth and ask for it.

"Please give me your cum." You say in a shy but sincere way.

"Beg some more." Chelsea continues while she pumps hard and fast.

"I want your cock in my mouth again."

"I want to make master happy."

"I want- mgphhfpff"

She crams her dick into your mouth and ropes of cum starts coating your tongue and the back of your throat. In a strange way you feel relief and accomplishment from the ordeal. You grab a hold of the throbbing cock and start to bob up and down on it like you were taught moments ago.

After a minute of polishing, your master is spent. Laying on the bench content, Chelsea rests for a moment while you stay waiting on the floor. You get the sense like Chelsea is about to say something but then a sound from outside is heard. What could it be....