Chapter 3
Second rule: my name is Toilet. It was only after I'd climaxed a whopping three times from Amelia's skillful tongue that I finally got the explanation for the second rule.
But calling it a "rule" was a stretch—it was basically just assigning me a name.
"From now on, your name is Toilet~. You'll probably never need your old name again, so best to wipe it from your memory~."
According to Amelia,
people sold at the slave market were declared legally dead. The reason? If family or friends came sniffing around while they were being sold as merchandise, it would be a huge hassle.
They'd fabricate some cause of death, bribe the authorities, and erase their existence entirely.
That was the process of commodifying slaves.
In my case, I'd long cut ties with my parents after living a life that wasn't even human. Still, the thought of Noehun vanishing entirely felt a bit unsettling.
No, it was a shitty name anyway—maybe this one's better?
Whatever, they were about the same, so I decided not to dwell on it. Like it or not, my name was Toilet from now on.
"By the way, do I have to keep wearing this?"
Clank.
I held out the shackles on my wrists to Amelia. Connected to the collar, they wouldn't let me extend my arms fully forward.
Suffocating. Just a chunk of metal, yet it felt like my freedom was chained.
"Hmm~. Yeah, you'll need to keep them on for a while. Can't have our brand-new slave running off, right?"
As expected, I had to retract calling this place paradise. It was just a prison where I could at least satisfy my lust.
"But if you adapt well and earn the young ladies' trust, things might change~. So let's work hard, okay?"
Amelia planted a lipstick mark on my nape.
It crushed my pride, but it comforted me a little.
"Well, it's late—time to kill the lights. See you tomorrow~."
Click. The stall door shut, the lock engaging.
Impossible to open from inside—only controllable from outside.
Snap.
The light flicked off, plunging everything into darkness. No windows meant not even a sliver of light.
As I lay on the bed, savoring my pathetic new reality as a slave,
Clank!
I realized the shackles chafed more than expected.
Salt farm slave. Organ harvesting. Snuff films.
The horrors that awaited if I hadn't ended up here.
But my freedom was still stripped away.
The moment I thought the days ahead wouldn't be easy, I started missing my life as Noehun.
My body wouldn't move. Not even my fingers or toes would twitch at my command.
A cold chill wrapped my entire body. No—my skin itself felt like cold, hard ceramic.
My vision was fixed upward only. My mouth gaped open, jaw unhinged, unable to close.
Yes.
I had become the pristine white toilet bowl in the women's restroom.
Click, click.
Heels echoed from afar.
Amelia.
For some reason, Amelia in a pure white dress opened the stall door and peered down at me.
"Oh, Toilet-kun~. Mind if I sit on you a sec~?"
Rustle.
Her massive dress skirt hiked up. White lace panties dropped to her knees.
My gaze locked on her smooth lower body, fully exposed without a single barrier.
Slightly plump flesh, yet a cinched waist. Juicy buttocks curving along wide hips. Smooth, plump labia majora pursed tight.
First time seeing a woman's privates—my cock began to stiffen.
Soon, buttocks vast enough to blot out the sky slowly descended toward my face.
Wait—this feels good, but I'm not a toilet! I was a person!
But no matter how I screamed inside, no sound escaped. My vocal cords frozen solid.
Amelia just hummed cheerfully, fixated on planting her crotch on my mouth.
"Toilet-kun~. Gotta clean my precious spot nice and shiny~."
Suddenly, overwhelming mass filled my vision. Darkness closed in.
No escape.
I was merely a toilet, mouth agape to wipe her pussy.
Splash.
That instant, my world drowned in pitch black.
Mmph! Mmph!!
In total darkness, the crushing pressure on my face snapped me awake.
Something soft smothered me.
Couldn't breathe. Desperate for air, I sucked through my squashed nose and mouth.
Musky scent flooded in, sour liquid trickling down my throat.
Salty like snot, but less viscous.
Nauseating yet mind-numbing ammonia tang. Amid the thick reek, my wilted cock reared up again.
What the hell is this...
Even suffocating, curiosity won. Tongue flicked out.
"Haaang..."
A woman's moan rang in my ears.
???
Familiar voice. What was going on?
Not piecing it together yet—lick bolder.
Lick, lick!
"Hueut...♡!"
Strong reaction? Why?
As I probed with my tongue to understand,
Squish.
Felt blocked, but it slipped through the slit.
Especially below—the protruding clit-like nub. Tongue grazed it.
"Ugh... Uuuuuuh!!!!"
The weight atop me shuddered, gushing fluid.
Simultaneously, warm softness gripped my rigid cock—like a woman's hand.
As I puzzled over the bizarre scene,
Hue... Hue...!
Achoo!
The mystery liquid stung my nostrils, triggering a sneeze.
"Hueut?"
Sizzle! Hiiiiss!
Vibration rocked my face again, thick fluid flooding my mouth. Grip on my cock intensified.
"Uuu... Uuuuuuu!!!
Flailing amid the drowning liquid,
the pressure finally eased from my face.
Haa, haa!
Gulping novel fresh air, slumped—then a familiar woman's voice.
"N-not bad... for a beast..."
This voice... Ca-Catalina?
"Kkh! What the fu—."
Slap!
Kkh!
Cheek burned. Slapped hard.
"Didn't you hear from Amelia? I told her to train you not to resist."
"This isn't resisting—I was curious—."
Slap!
"Kkh!" "You have no right to curiosity."
Can't be... Having no human rights hurts this bad.
Catalina's brutal berating shattered my spirit.
"You're just a toilet to please the residents. Like right now."
Like right now? What?
Pondering her baffling words,
Creak, creak.
Catalina shifted; bed rocked again.
"You dirtied it—clean it up."
With that, wet softness smothered my face anew. But now I knew: Catalina's crotch.
Thighs cradling my cheeks. Hand fisting my hair.
Lips pressed to her sopping slit.
Darkness-adjusted eyes saw not yesterday's icy Catalina.
This one, astride my mouth, was pleasure-mad—tongue lolling, face melting in ecstasy.
"More... rougher, flashier tongue work... Haa... Haa... Stop a second, and the whip falls mercilessly."
Insane.
This woman was utterly deranged. Her madness chilled my blood.
But slaves have no say. So I lapped her bald slit like soft-serve ice cream, sucking beastly.
"Hueut!"
Her whimpers clenched thighs on my cheeks. Tongue tip on her clit:
"Huuu... Uuuuuuu!"
Thighs crushed temples. Hips bucked wildly—philtrum near pulverized.
Scalp-ripping grip in my hair.
Couldn't stop. No more slaps.
My cramp-defying tongue frenzy ended only when Amelia lit the bathroom at dawn.
Click! "Oh, Lady Catalina—you must've been pent up too~."
Room brightened; truth dawned.
Especially Catalina's pubis grinding my nose. Her outfit: shocking.
Skin-tight black bodysuit, no give.
The lunatic had only unzipped her crotch.
Ziiip.
Face crimson, she zipped up at last.
"I'll wake you every dawn. Remember that."
She fled.
Haa... Haa...
Tongue spasming.
Every day?...
I knew life here was tough, but slave drudgery already exhausted me.