Lars led her into the room. He didn’t speak, except to point out the bathroom.
“Let’s go. You need a bath.”
“I..I have to pee, too.” whimpered Jessica. Lars chuckled. “That’s to be
expected. Don’t worry, we have porcelain toilets as well as several other
kinds. You’ll get over the embarrassment. He led her into the bathroom and
picked up the toilet seat. “Do it.” he said, pointing to the toilet.
Jessica felt the shame wash over her in waves as she sat on the cool seat. At
first she was too embarrassed and shocked to do anything, but the pressure in
her bladder finally won out, and she began voiding. The splashing of the urine
in the bowl seemed to amuse Lars, who smiled down at her.
“That’s a good girly. Pee nice.” As he spoke, he pulled his zipper down. “As a
matter of fact, I think I might take some of the pressure off as well.” He
fished his long cock from his pants, pointing it down at Jessica’s hand which
covered her own genitals. She was shocked. Then the man started to piss. A
long hot stream of piss gushed out of his cock, striking her just below her
navel, dripping down her wrist and hand and into the bowl. Jessica hung her
head in shame and misery.
Lars continued to piss on her, directing the stream up and over her tummy and
breasts. Then he slowly wiggled his cock, causing the urine flow to arc and
angle upward. Hot drops hit the slopes of Jessica’s breasts and flew up into
her face. She tried to turn away, but Lars put his hand out and held her head
steady.
“Don’t worry, it won’t kill ya. You’re liable to get a lot worse before too
long.” Jessica struggled to escape the hot stream of piss, but his large hand
held her steady. She kept her lips tightly closed, praying that none of the
urine would splash that high. Luckily, the stream began to wither and decrease
in volume. Finally, he finished, shaking his cock dry and stuffing it back
into his trousers. Jessica looked down. Her entire midsection was glowing in
the warm golden liquid. Her pubic hair was soaked and matted with it. She went
to reach for a tissue, but Lars stopped her.
“No. One of the first rules you’ll learn is that you never, absolutely NEVER,
wipe any of our fluid off your body without permission.” he looked at her
sternly. “Understand?” He slowly twisted her wrist back, causing Jessica to
wince at the sudden pain. She nodded her head dumbly.
“Ok. Get in the tub over there. It’s time for another bath.” Jessica’s heart
sank for a minute, but Lars merely laughed and turned on the water.
Half an hour later, Jessica had been washed from head to toe and dried off.
Lars made her dress in a garter belt and stockings with high thin heels and
the collar. He watched as she applied some makeup. She looked quizzically at
the tube of lipstick she was told to apply. It didn’t look like any brand she
had ever seen.
“We have that made special. It doesn’t rub off on cocks.” Lars laughed. He
pulled her to a standing position. “Now we head to the lounge. Some of the
guys are probably there, and Eva wants to get you going.”
He led her back down stairs and into a large, well-lit room. Jessica looked
around and gasped. Covering almost every inch of the walls were large, glossy
photographs of women’s faces covered in sperm. Blondes, brunettes, red heads
(she recognized Eva in several of them, even through the cum) and every
possible variety of female form. The pictures were just of faces, though. Each
and every one was lined with thick streams of sperm, hanging from eyebrows,
lips and chins. Cheeks were covered with it. It was in their hair, in their
eyes and in their mouths. One woman’s face was almost completely covered in
cum, like a white wax mask. Lars noticed her looking at the picture. “Maybe
someday soon you’ll be up there too. This is our wall of fame. That one slave
there..” he pointed to the woman’s covered face, “had 24 guys cum on her face
in less than five minutes. She was begging for more when we took the picture.”
Jessica blanched and gulped.
