Yes, let's head back to HQ

John got back in the limo and told Donald to take him back to the hotel. When they arrived, he walked through the front door while his driver pulled away towards the parking lot.

As he strode past the reception desk, the employee standing there gave him a nod and called out to him.

'Mr Doe, do you have a second?'

'Sure, Mike, what is it?' - he replied.

'As you asked, I had Ariana cleaned up, fed and placed back in your bathroom.'

'Good man. Hope she didn't give you any trouble.'

'Not at all, sir. I think after you spoke to her about your contacts in ICE and how keen they would be to take little Jesus away from her and ship her back to Venezuela without her toddler, she decided against acting up.'

'Oh, that's great! I was worried she would make a scene. I love your establishment and it would be embarrassing to have a maid kicking off with guests coming and going.'

'I appreciate it, sir. It's been a week now, so I think she's used to her new role by now. I have to ask, though, do you have anything in mind as to how long you're keeping her in your room? I've been getting her shifts covered by overtime, but I'd rather just hire someone else, if this is for the long term.'

John smiled at Mike while reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

'I think it's best if you get someone else, Mike. I don't think I'm keeping her much longer, but...do you want to know a secret?' - he leaned on the desk and handed a $50 to the receptionist, smiling conspicuously.

'Umm, sure, sir, and thank you, sir!' - Mike took the money and put it in his chest pocket.

'Little Jesus is thousands of miles away at this point, looked after our brave men and women of Immigration Enforcement. Ariana is lucky to be a young, beautiful lady, because she will want to get another child once she is back in Caracas. Which she will be once I drop her juicy Latina ass off at the local ICE office.'

'Very good, sir.' - Mike gave a professional smile.

'Was there anything else?'

'No, sir. Thank you very much, sir.'

After taking the elevator to the Presidential Suite, John took his clothes off and left them on the floor of the walk-in closet.

The suite was enormous, with large windows overlooking the city, a balcony, several smaller guest rooms and a dining area that could host a dozen people. It had two bathrooms, the larger of which John made his way to, wearing only his boxers.

Next to the rainfall shower was the toilet. Between the two, kneeling on the white marble tiles, was Ariana.

She was like something from a maid-themed porno. Long black hair tied into a ponytail, a gorgeous, round face with long natural eyelashes, dark brown eyes and plump lips, covered in whoreish bright red lipstick. Her maid uniform was black with frilly white material around the deep neckline and the ends of the short sleeves. She had almost cartoonishly large breasts, the tight blouse squeezing them and pushing them upwards, creating a long cleavage line and a generous overspill.

Her skirt had a white lacy apron on the front and ended midway on her golden brown thighs. Her calves were tucked under her and her arms were behind her back. There was a black leather collar around her neck, with a chain attached, that led to a small metal ring fastened to the wall behind her.

As John entered the bathroom, she yelped and looked at him with utter horror in her beautiful eyes.

'Hola, Ariana!' - John greeted her in an upbeat tone.

Ariana's lower lip trembled as she returned his greeting. 'Ho-hola, senor!'

'Have you had good day so far? What did you get up to?' - John asked, as he walked up to her, fishing his cock out.

'N-no entiendo, senor!' - she sputtered, looking down, trying to avoid eye contact.

John was holding his cock with his right hand and reached down with his left, grabbing Ariana's chin and lifting her face. She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes.

'That's nice' - he said. 'Now, you know what to do.'

After a week enslaved as John's human toilet, the maid didn't need to understand English to know what was coming and what was expected of her. She opened her mouth, maintaining eye contact with him.

John let his bladder relax and a strong stream of piss shot into Ariana's open mouth, quickly filling it up with acrid yellow liquid. She closed her mouth every few seconds, trying to swallow John's piss, but a lot of it flowed down her chin, soaking her enormous cleavage, seeping under the dress, and gathering in a yellow pool on the white apron in her lap. Whenever her mouth was closed, John aimed the stream higher up, splashing the tied up maid's face and hair generously. He made sure to aim straight into her eyes, too. Ariana instinctively closed her eyes whenever this happened, but with great willpower she opened them again, knowing this was important to John and remembering the painful punishments he dished out in the first few days until she figured out what he wanted her to do.

After almost a minute of showering the chained-up maid in piss and making her drink several gulps of it, John was finished. He reached out and grabbed Ariana's ponytail, which he used to wipe his helmet.

'You're so hot when you're drenched like this, bitch!' - he told her. 'You're such a slut, turning me on like this!'

With that, he stepped closer to her, his legs on each side of her thighs, and slapped her across the face with his cock a couple of times.

'Say "Aaah"!'

Dutifully, Ariana opened her mouth again. John stuffed his cock in immediately, and it started hardening as he felt her warmth around it. Well-trained as she was by now, the maid started applying suction, tightening her mouth around the penis that just covered her in piss. It was getting harder and harder every second, and soon it was at full mast, leaving no space for air.

John was motionless until now, but once his erection was at full strength, he grabbed Ariana's ponytail, bucked his knees slightly and pushed forward with ****. The tip of his cock hit his ****'s throat, making Ariana give out a retching sound as her eyes opened wide.

'Hrrk' - she commented on her situation. She started drawing air in through her nose, that is, until John's fingers pinched her nostrils shut. With no way to breathe, she tried shaking her head, but John's other hand, holding her ponytail, shot forward and pinned her head against the cold bathroom tiles with a thud. She let out a muffled squeal in pain.

Now that he had her positioned properly, John started pistoning into Ariana's throat with furious thrusts. Every single one went as far as possible, breaching her gullet and making her throat constrict around his member. He made sure never to pull out completely, so even if she tried breathing around his cock, she wouldn't be able to suck air down her rammed throat.

'Take it! Take it! Take it!' - John called out with every forward thrust. Guttural sounds emanated from the maid's throat, spittle exploding at the corners of her lips. Some of it overflowed and piled up in her nose, adding to her misery.

John let go of her nose, allowing a large amount of spit to shoot out of her nostrils, only to be caught on his rapidly-moving cock and to be carried back into her mouth as his rod slammed balls-deep repeatedly.

Her eyes were closed, her whole body shook in pain and panic. A puddle started forming under her as she pissed herself, her body giving her **** in the matter.

'GAK! GURK! HURRR! GAK!' - the wet sounds of her suffering and the amazing pressure of her mouth cavity sent John over the edge and he orgasmed, pushing his cock almost impossibly deep down Ariana's throat. As he held her there, her eyes shut tight, face shining with his piss, sperm seeped out of her nostrils, some of it gathering above her lips, some sticking to John's abdomen, and some flowing past her lips on both sides, then the strands rejoining under her chin.

'Huuuuh' - John let out a contented sigh as spurt after spurt made its way into Ariana's mouth. She swallowed everything that wasn't pushed out her nose, with four gulps until John was done.

As he pulled his cock out of her mouth, a torrent of saliva came out, mixed with sperm, and cascaded down the helpless woman's chin, neck and cleavage.

'Good girl!' - John told her in a condescending tone as he rubbed his softening dick on her cheeks. 'Keep being the brave little soldier you are, and soon you'll be going home and reunited with little Jesus.'

After some coughing, with strands of spit and sperm dangling from her chin, Ariana looked up at her captor with hope in her pretty eyes.

'Si, quiero verlo, por favor, senor!'

'Totally' - John replied, then took a step back, swung his left leg back, and kicked Ariana square in her right breast with all the **** he could muster.

She screamed in pain, which made John kick her four more times, eliciting pained howls from her again and again. Once he was done, he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. The stream drowned out Ariana's sobbing, as she hung her head, tears joining the puddle of piss, sperm and spittle in her lap.

She thought of her only son and composed herself thinking about their imminent reunion.