"Don't start until I tell you," he snapped. He took two steps and was directly in front of her, his cock sticking out, thick and bobbing from his loins. "Take it and suck it. Then you can piss."
Annabelle took the cock, slid it into her mouth and sucked on the hard round cock-head as Antony shifted closer, ramming his prick deeper, tapping the cane in his hand.
"Now piss," he ordered.
But Annabelle couldn't pee, not with him there. Her bladder was bursting, but she couldn't let it go. She moaned in despair, her body shivering with the pain.
"Piss!" he snapped, his cock running into her mouth.
Annabelle gagged on the hot hard cock-meat. She tried, but she couldn't make herself pee. She gave a long moan of horror and Antony stepped back, then grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head hard back, thrusting her tits up.
"Piss!" he snapped and lashed the cane expertly down over her thrusting nipples, making the chain jingle as she jerked in pain.
"Aaaahhh! Ohhh, stop!" she begged.
"Piss," he said, the cane lashing her tits again.
"Aaaggghhhh, yes!" Annabelle screamed as her bladder finally let go and a stream of pee poured into the toilet.
Instantly he was back, holding her hair, heaving his cock into her mouth. He held her there, thrusting at her throat as she pissed, his cock swollen and pulsating with lust.
"Good," he said. "Now suck me like a good little girl."
Her piss went on for longer than Annabelle could have imagined possible. Her mouth worked compulsively over Antony's cock, sucking the hard meat, letting her tongue play over the quivering flesh. Still the stream of pee poured out of her pussy, splashing into the toilet. Antony's cock swelled, got stiffer and began to throb as he fucked her mouth. To her horror she knew he was going to came.
"Yeahhhh!" he grunted, heaving his hard cock-head at her throat. "Come on, bitch, suck it, make me feel real good."
He let go of her hair and took the chain, ramming at her mouth, half his stiff cock vanishing into her mouth with each stroke.
"Not bad!" he growled. "You might make a decent whore when we've finished with you."
He heaved his rock-hard cock-rod at her throat, pushing until Annabelle gagged and gasped for air, struggling against the collar.
Still she pissed, the smell wafting up over her as the sour stream ran out of her bladder. She felt his cock twitch, knew he was going to come soon, make her swallow another load of jism. It was horrible, a deeper depravity than she had thought possible. But that horrible excitement that had begun on the table lingered on. It made her suck harder on Antony's cock, her hands around his shaft, her fingers caressing his balls. It was all so disgusting, but she was stimulated, feeling herself surrendering to desires so base she wouldn't even name them.
Antony growled, thrusting his cock harder at her mouth. His swollen cock-head pushed at her throat and she felt her muscles relax enough for him to begin to penetrate, while all the time she pissed, her bladder now almost empty.
"Now take it, whore! I'm gonna come!"
Annabelle felt his cock jump as the cum surged out of his balls. Her pee was declining, her bladder almost empty as she sucked his cock, feeling the cum rushing down his shaft. He leaned back, roaring with release.
"Take it, you whore!" he yelled. "Take it! Let me see you swallow it, bitch!"
He eased his cock back out of her throat until the pulsating cock-head was just at her lips as her fingers worked over his shaft.
"Bring me off, you whore!" he yelled.
"Make me feel real good, or I'll whip the shit outta you."
Cum burst out of his cock, right into Annabelle's mouth.
"Let me watch, bitch! Let me see you take it!"
Annabelle felt the salty cum gush into her mouth. She swallowed, the last of her piss running out of her cunt and into the toilet. She let him pull back more, so that the jet of cum sprang out of his piss-slit and over her lips where she licked at it, running her tongue around as another stream of jism poured out and into her mouth. She milked his cock, her hands squeezing his balls, working the hard meat while Antony gave another yell of lust as his orgasm crested.
"Yeahhhh!" he shouted. "Yeahhh, come on, lick it up, whore, lick it up, fuck-meat!"
Cum jetted out of his cock and over Annabelle's hips, into her mouth where she swallowed the hot seed, sucking at the cockhead as more white goo gushed out. Antony yelled again, watching as his cock spat another thick wad over Annabelle's mouth and tongue. He sighed as the stream finally slowed and his cock-slit ran a thinning stream of spunk over her mouth.
"Lick it all up, whore," he said and waited while Annabelle did as she was told, licking at the cam as it ran out of his cock-slit and into her mouth.
He waited until the last drops of his cum were gone and his cock glistened with Annabelle's saliva. Then he grinned at her.
"I gotta piss too, babe," he said. "But don't move, you're fine where you are."
Before Annabelle had grasped what he meant, he pissed in her face, the hot stream of stinking pee bursting over her. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't, or it would get into her mouth. She closed her eyes, tried not to breathe as he held his cock and pissed on her, directing the stream of pee into her face, then down, over her tits.
The salt in the piss burnt her sore flesh, but the degradation was much worse. As the stream was directed away from her face and onto her tits, Annabelle did scream, wailing on the toilet as she felt the piss running down her body, over her tits, down her tummy and into the toilet to join her own pee.
"Shut up, whore!" he snapped and lifted his cock, splashing her face.
She stopped screaming instantly. He held the chain tightly as he moved his cock down and held his stream of piss on her tits, watching it with delight as it splashed on her twin globes and then ran down and into the toilet. Finally the stream stopped and Annabelle sat on the lavatory seat, stinking and shaking with horror.
Antony stuffed his cock into her mouth. "Clean it!"
Annabelle licked the cock-head, but there didn't seem to be any piss really left.
He pulled back and snarled at her. "You smell like a sewer! Now get in that shower and clean off, whore!"
Annabelle came out of the shower shivering with the enduring honor of what she faced. Antony was still there, waiting for her. His cock hadn't gone down at all, or, at least, it was back up, and Annabelle shuddered as she remembered the streams of cum and piss that had jetted out of it.
"Came here," he said.
Annabelle walked over to him, water glistening on her body. She had washed herself compulsively and was as clean as she had ever been, but there wasn't a towel to be seen.
Antony held out the collar to her. "Put it on."
"No, please, not…"
"Bend over." He slapped the cane into his hand.
"No, don't, please let me…"
"That's two strokes, three with one more word."
Annabelle stifled her moan and bent slowly, sticking her sore ass out for more. She held still, gasping a little as Antony walked around her, inspecting her beautiful body.
"You know," he said, "you really are something else."
He cased his hand under her trembling body and caressed her tits, squeezing her nipples almost gently.
"How many men have fucked you?"
"J-just one," Annabelle said. He held her hair and whipped her ass. "Just one, what?"
"Aaaaabhh! Just one, sir."
"Better, you forget that a lot. Just one, huh?" He stroked the cane across Annabelle's painful, red-lined ass.
"Yes sir."
"And what was it like?" he asked, sliding his fingers into the crack of her ass, probing, reaching for her asshole.
Annabelle wanted to scream, to tear at him as he penetrated to the most private parts of her body, but she knew better. She choked, trembled, but stayed still.