Let them piss on you

"Yeah, that's right. Nice and clean. Actually... know what? Let's cut out the middle man." Tortik drags you out of your cage, pulls out your butt plug, and marches you down the corridor. "After all, you discovered a better way to do this, didn't you? I had Krik rig up something just for you, you're gonna love it." They march you through a few corridors, to a familiar dead end. The pit of slime.

Above the pit hangs a simple rope on a pulley. Tortik ties your hands to the rope, then picks up something else you didn't notice on the floor. It looks like a metal bar with a big metal block in the middle, and a short rope on either end.

"Don't worry," Tortik reassures you, "this won't hurt very much. It's just to stop you from floating too high." They tie each of your ankles to one end of the bar, holding your legs wide apart. Then they push you in the slime.

The weight between your ankles causes you to sink immediately. Tortik leaves you submerged for less than a second before pulling you up until the slime sits just below your chin. In that second, the slime has completely cleaned all the muck, hair and dead skin from your arms and head, and presumably the rest of your body, too, but Tortik doesn't pull you out yet.

Instead, they stand and watch you gasp and squirm as the industrious slime oozes and rubs its way into every crevice. Just the tickling on the bottom of your feet is unbearable; you gasp and shudder as it rolls around over your clit and let out a squeal as it forces its way onto your ass and cunt and squirms up against your g spot. The slime stimulates every sensitive area at once, searching for more filth to eat, and you can't get out; you can't even close your legs. The weight stretches you out, preventing you from moving very much at all.

It's obvious what Tortik is waiting for. You remember Amano's warning to Maive about what happens when you cum. And soon you do, loudly and messily, and Tortik raises you out of the slime, waits for it to slide off you, and throws you onto the floor.

Legs still separated and hands still tied, you're even more helpless than usual as Tortik forces their way into your oversensitive cunt and pounds away, heedless of your pain and discomfort, until they cum. Only then do they untie you and give you a friendly grin. "This is fun! We should do it every morning. You coming to breakfast?"

What, like you have anywhere else to go?