The rest of the day

Over the rest of the day you serve the men as a 'public toilet' 36 more times and clean five more filthy assholes, all whilst being enthusiastic and grateful. The main thing helping you maintain your enthusiasm whilst getting through all this is the sight of those big black cocks right before your lips as they piss into your mouth, and the thought of them fucking you hopefully in the not too distant future.

You manage to gulp down all that piss save for one instance where three particularly cruel Kings choose to all urinate in your mouth at the same time, causing it to overflow greatly and an abundance of piss to go wasted as it spills out onto your chin, breasts, belly and eventually the ground. The rest of the day was pretty uncomfortable after this, with the sun quickly drying this coating of piss on your skin, leaving a strange sticky overlay all down your front.

After drinking all that piss your thirst is finally quenched in a way that it hasn't been since before the bombs. These last few days you've been so dehydrated, only being permitted to drink the piss of these cruel men and refusing on more than one occasion due to the thought of drinking it being repulsive back then. Now that you've accepted that this is the only drink that a useless **** like you should be allowed, you're feeling much better for it.

You struggled to get any sleep throughout the night or the day thanks to being woken regularly by men wanting to use you as their toilet coupled with the difficulty of falling asleep in such an uncomfortable position. Nonetheless, with an abundance of time spent not doing anything whilst strung up out here, you eventually manage to get enough rest here and there over the course of the night and day.

It isn't until the sun is starting to set once again that you hear a larger crowd of men approaching around the corner, undoubtedly Darius and his men. You hope your next lesson is in how many times a BBC can make a white whore cum.