Chapter 5 by xileto

What now?

Further humiliation [piss]

Feeling deep hatred for this woman who humiliated him so, his mind goes to places it rarely visits. Her face now almost directly in front of his massive cock, he grabs the base of it and aims it at her. "Open wide" he says. The barista does as commanded, although her eyes fill with terror yet again as she fears what he is about to do. She yelps in surprise as a thick, yellow stream of piss suddenly hits her tongue. "Drink it" Otis commands, and the barista starts swallowing what she can. After a few seconds, Otis moves his cock around and coat her whole face with stinking piss. After he's done, he moves around to her backside and looks at her inviting holes again. He grabs a bottle from a nearby table and sticks the slim end into her asshole. Pushing it further in, he sees how the skin stretches around the bottle. She's not an anal veteran, that's for sure. That must be remedied.

"From now on, you are a piss and anal whore. You need something in your ass at all times, and can't cum unless from anal stimulation. The more it stretches you, the better it feels. If you go more than a week with an actual cock in your ass you can't think of anything else. Also, you love piss. You love to drink it, be drenched in it, and the humiliation of having other people see you piss-drenched. In fact, you love it so much you need to drink your own piss at least once a day"

As he puts away his dick and gets ready to leave, he turns around and says "Oh, and to get you started: Everyone here are now going to fuck your ass, piss in your ass, and piss all over you". Out on the street he turns around and looks in through the window of the coffee shop. The barista is still on all fours with a line of men behind her waiting to fuck her ass. All of the women are standing around her, pissing on her body, hair and face.