The Sixth Rule: An Authentication Procedure Befitting a Toilet

The sixth rule: an authentication procedure befitting a Toilet.

With Amelia's help, I dressed neatly. The handcuffs I'd taken off for a moment were locked back onto my wrists.

Click.

We immediately left the public toilet that had been my quarters and walked down the corridor toward the management office.

"Alright, before we head to Miss Rio's house, let me tell you about one rule~."

Amelia, holding my collar leash, said this as we stood at the entrance to the management office.

"As you can see, every place in Dia Village has sturdy iron doors that you can't just barge through. Unless you tap your staff card on the terminal next to it or someone inside opens it for you, there's no way out~."

"I-I see. So, are you giving me one of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those cards too?"

"Hmm~...... Nope."

Wha......? That's not it?

"Toilet-kun isn't staff or even human—he's just a lowly beast, a piece of property, so no staff card for you~. Besides, Toilet-kun isn't a woman to begin with~. Oh, wait, since you're a beast, should I say you're not a female~?"

"......Then how am I supposed to get in and out?"

At that moment, Amelia's finger pointed to a strange hole embedded in the wall.

At waist height for an adult man. A tiny hole, barely big enough for a single finger.

Curiously, the entrance was finished with a thick silicone pad that looked soft and pliable.

"When our Toilet-kun wants to enter the building, this is what you have to use~."

"......You mean I have to go through this hole? It seems way too narrow to be a passage......"

"Hmm, Toilet-kun. Why do you think there's a hole right here? In a place full of female staff. Aren't you curious about the reason?"

I stared intently at the hole in response to Amelia's question.

A finger would fit easily, but it was impossibly narrow for squeezing a body through.

What the hell was it for? It looked suspiciously sleazy.

"This size...... my dick might barely—."

Suddenly, an unthinkable scenario flooded my mind.

"N-No way...... right?"

They couldn't possibly mean shove my dick in here. Please say no. Right? Yeah? That's too much!

I desperately pushed down the rising anxiety and looked at Amelia.

But contrary to my hopes, she gazed at me with half-lidded eyes and a seductive smile.

Seeing that delighted expression, it looked like my guess was spot on.

"Ding ding ding~! That's exactly right, Toilet-kun. You're smarter than you look~? You're the only one among us with a dick, so whenever you want to come in, just stick your hideous cock in here~. Want to give it a try?"

Beep—clunk.

Amelia pressed a button, and the door swung open.

"Go on~. Toilet-kun, step out and try it~."

At her urging, I stepped outside. Strangely, my legs felt like lead.

Hoo......

Before unzipping my pants, I looked up at the sky. It had been a while since I'd seen the blue expanse, but reality crashed down hard.

"No time, so hurry it up a bit~?"

Finally, shoving aside the crumbling sense of human dignity, I awkwardly unzipped. The handcuffs made the position awkward, but it wasn't impossible.

Zip.

I pulled out my limp dick from my pants and rubbed it against the hole.

Huh?

Maybe because the entrance was narrow. Or because it lacked energy.

My cock got blocked by the cold yet strangely chewy silicone rim. Even forcing it just crumpled weakly.

I struggled for a while, grunting, and Amelia, finding it endlessly amusing, covered her mouth and giggled.

"Toilet-kun~. Is it broken? Why's the key so floppy~? You have to insert it when your dick is nice and hard~."

......I wanted to die. Overwhelming shame washed over me; I wished she'd just kill me.

Still, reminded of my slave status, I had no choice but to slowly rub my dick against the wall.

"Hmm, taking too long~. No time, so how about a little side dish this once~?"

At that instant, Amelia, apron off, lifted her top halfway.

Thud.

The bra covering her massive tits hit the floor. Her enormous teardrop-shaped breasts bounced freely under gravity, unfiltered.

Amelia's huge areolas and invitingly erect nipples seized my gaze.

And that wasn't all.

As if begging me to look, she grabbed her breasts with both hands and shook them up and down. My eyes followed her swaying nipples hypnotically.

This wasn't just a side dish.

It was an eighteen-course banquet—no, a king's royal feast.

"Now, get it hard while looking here, Toilet-kun~."

She winked♡ with a sultry expression that could make anyone cum on the spot.

Throb—.

My mind desperately resisted, but my dick was brutally honest, veins bulging as it sprang erect in an instant.

A beast truly worthy of the name filthy Toilet.

Schlup.

Thanks to Amelia's encouragement, I finally shoved my cock into the silicone hole. There must've been lube inside the wall; it slid in without pain.

Pushing all the way, my glans poked out the other side. The wall was thinner than expected.

"Good job~. Now press the bell above."

With that, Amelia darted inside the iron door.

Bang.

The firmly shut door. I stood alone in the hallway, cock awkwardly embedded in the wall.

......Embarrassing. Way more than I'd imagined.

So let's just get this over with.

Press.

I pressed the button as instructed.

Ding dong~.

......This woman, the more I see her, the more......

"Toilet! It's Toilet!"

Introducing myself as Toilet out of my own mouth......

Humiliating. I felt myself shrinking infinitely.

"Is it really Toilet-kun~?"

"Y-Yes, really...... So please open the door...... Open it, please......"

Please stop the prank. Tears of shame welled up.

"Hmm~. Alright? Then let's verify if you're the real Toilet-kun~?"

At that moment, the mic cut off with a pop.

She'd called it authentication, so probably some precise machine inside the wall scanned my cock shaft or something.

Whatever tech it used, I just hoped it didn't hurt.

As I entrusted my dick to the unknown terror—

Slurp.

Sudden intense stimulation hit my glans.

"Urk!"

Beyond the cold silicone. Something warm and wet enveloped my glans.

From the sensation, I was certain. This was definitely Amelia's mouth—the same one that had swallowed every drop of my cum last night.

"A-Amelia?"

I desperately called her name amid the blood-rushing pleasure surging through my dick.

Finally, after planting a deep kiss on my glans, Amelia opened the door.

"Pwah! See? That's how it's done~. Gets it right in your head, doesn't it?"

Pop.

With Amelia's appearance, I finally pulled out my dick. My legs gave out, and I collapsed right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there.

Staring at my furious cock, I saw Amelia's pink lipstick perfectly smeared on the tip of my glans.

"Amelia...... Wasn't sex prohibited before the ladies use it?"

"Hmm? What're you talking about, Toilet-kun? We just verified your identity~, right?"

......

"From the perspective of the one opening the door, it's unavoidable, so this much is totally acceptable~. Of course, no cumming allowed~."

"I see......"

There were so many things to argue, but I was too dumbfounded to press further. No point overthinking as a Toilet.

While I sat there meekly, Amelia licked saliva onto my glans, then meticulously wiped it with a wet tissue.

"Shall we head out? Miss Rio's waiting~."

Step, step.

Beneath the space enclosed by massive concrete walls, a vast garden half the size of a soccer field captured my gaze.

Like a place where nobles enjoyed tea time. In the English landscape garden stood ornate Western gazebos and benches scattered about.

At a glance, it looked like the backdrop of a romance fantasy novel. But reality was entirely different.

Clank, clank.

The chains around my wrists and neck asserted their crude presence, as if demanding I face facts.

Yeah. I knew it.

Having entered here as a slave, no rosy scenario awaited me.

With a gloomy face, following Amelia, we soon arrived at a grand mansion.

A two-story structure where white and black exterior walls intersected at precarious angles. Just looking at it reeked of money.

For some reason, I sensed the owner would be as free-spirited as the building.

"Here we are—Miss Rio's mansion. Now you know the way, so you can come alone next time~?"

"......Yeah, I memorized the path...... But as a slave, is it okay for me to wander outside alone?"

"I have my duties too; can't escort Toilet-kun forever~. Well, I won't stop you if you run, but I don't recommend it. You know why~?"

I nodded slightly.

The countless CCTVs I'd seen on the way here. And the numerous guards manning the entrances.

Hundreds of eyes watched me at least. Escape was impossible.

"Then, Toilet-kun~. Serve Miss Rio with all your heart~. If you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mark her like you did Miss Ruby, Catalina might put you through toilet training, so be careful~. Good luck!"

Toilet training with Catalina. Just thinking about it made my ass tingle.

"......Here's hoping that never happens."

With a silent prayer that this Rio woman was at least normal, I stood before the entrance.

As expected, there was a silicone pad with a small hole, just like at the management office.

......

Before the humiliation could crush me, I steeled myself.

Hoo......

My dick was already primed and ready.

Apparently still savoring Amelia's royal feast, it throbbed eagerly in my panties.

So, I slightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unzipped and pressed my erect cock against the silicone pad—

Clunk.

Before I could even insert it, the iron door swung open.

My eyes met those of the blonde woman who emerged.

Blink blink...... Blink blink......

We froze, my dick just twitching angrily.

"Oh...... you're here...... No need for authentication, so could you put that weapon away first?"

The woman forced a smile, her expression souring.

"I've requested they remove that embarrassing hole from the management office so many times......"

She pressed a hand to her forehead and sighed deeply.

Her polite tone felt considerate, somehow.

Because of it, an unprecedented wave of shame hit me—far beyond the practice run with Amelia.