Part 1: Drink or Drown
Miriam was on the living room floor, curled up in a ball with her head near her dog bowl, when Nathalie walked back in. “Hey Daddy,” Nathalie said. “I found the tape.”
Right in that moment, I thought, Nathalie was sex personified. She was about 5’5” with long, blonde hair so thick and tangled that if you put your hand in it it might get stuck. Her legs were covered in bruises from yesterday, and her pretty bald cunt was flushed red from being fucked and slapped raw in the last hour or so. Her nose was pierced with a delicate gold ring. Her nipples were pierced in heavier gauge. She had worn the nose ring since I had met her. The nipple rings were mine. So was the collar she wore. It was a tough bitch collar. Not a delicate pink one for a princess, and not one for the family pet either. Other than her jewelry, she was naked now, holding a half-used roll of duct tape in her left hand.
Most girls I know look like empty cups when they’re in subspace. Not Nathalie. She looks bloodthirsty. Empty, yes; but wild and violent. She was deep in it now, the result of several days of continuous beatings and increasingly serious degradations, and she looked down at Miriam like she fucking hated her. “She’s so stupid, Daddy.”
“I know, baby,” I said. “Hand me that tape.”
Miriam was retching a little, and crying a lot. She had been for a couple minutes now, ever since she had given up trying to finish drinking a dog bowl full of piss and spit that Nathalie and I had made for her and curled up on the floor.
Nathalie had held my cock while I had pissed in Miriam’s bowl. Then she had carried it into the living room for me, where we had sat on the couch and taken turns spitting into it until the surface was covered with white bubbling globs. We laughed while we did that just because it was so disgusting.
I reached down and touched her now, checking, while we watched Miriam sputter. She was wet. I touched for just a second more, being sweet to her in the middle of our savage thing. She tilted her head up, looked me in the eyes, and mewled: “Daddy”.
I took my hand off my cunt then, grabbed the tape, and turned to Miriam. “Alright you fucking idiot. You’re going to finish your treat for me and Princess Nathalie now or I’m going to duct tape your head to your bowl and you can drink or drown.” I remember that Miriam gave off the appearance of shivering there on the floor, although I can’t honestly say if she was. I do know she was naked, perfectly unadorned except by the splotchy red marks on her ass and her tummy where I had hit her with my belt. Her face was red and her eyes were bloodshot from crying as she had tried to force herself to drink our disgusting treat. She hated spit. Hated it.
She looked up at me, distress visibly radiating from every part of her being. You’re thinking that the source of this distress was the thought of drowning in piss. It wasn’t though. Not for Miriam. I had only known her for a couple of months, at that point, but even then her mind was clear to me. She was abjectly terrified at the prospect of disappointing me. It was a dog-like emotion. She was a natural dog. I was thinking about adopting her.
She started blubbering: “I’m so sorry, Sir, I just couldn’t make myself finish it, I’m sorry, forgive me,…”
I cut her off. “I’ll fucking make you then. Now are you going to get your useless face back in there, or am I going to have to tape your head down?” She looked slapped, reacted fast. Without another word, she crawled back over to her bowl, put her head down, stuck her tongue out, and she started lapping. She choked and gagged with every sip. There was a way to go. This was going to take a minute.
I felt Nathalie’s hand on my cock. She was still clinging to me, standing on her tiptoes. I bent down so she could whisper in my ear. “Can I suck it, Daddy?”
“Okay, baby,” I said. We walked over to the couch and I sat down.
“Don’t you fucking look at Princess Nathalie right now, stupid,” I snapped at Miriam. She nodded. Her eyes never left her bowl. Nathalie knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. Started doing her work, taking care of me. I let myself bliss out then–fully present in the moment finally, no direction left to give. I watched Miriam shovel the piss and spit cocktail into her mouth with her tongue, slowly bringing the level in the bowl down as Nathalie licked and sucked and worshiped my cock and balls. As Miriam got close to finishing, so did I. I came in Nathalie’s mouth.
I took a quick look down. Nathalie opened her mouth and showed me my cum. Just briefly. She was greedy. Bad at waiting. She swallowed. It was gone. I drifted back, and a low-level noise coming from the bedroom reasserted itself in my consciousness. A sort of soft buzzing mixed with some muffled grunting. “Oh fuck,” I said. “We almost forgot about Kaitlyn.”