The Meat Toilet's Extreme Training Begins at Once - 10
After flooding Jian’s tight, clenching anus with thick, hot spurts, I slowly withdrew my cock.
Semen oozed out in thin, glistening threads between her quivering cheeks.
Each inch of my length that slid free left a sticky trail of cum clinging to my glans.
“Haaah… gooood… aah…♥”
Withdrawing fully, a wet pop echoed from Jian’s well-used anus.
The bitch had clearly been satisfied by the first internal creampie—and yet she looked even more blissed out, lost in the aftershocks.
Her legs trembled violently, but the cum continued leaking from her ruined hole, running down her thighs and soaking into the floor with every drop.
Her pussy, already slick from piss and her own lewd juices, glistened obscenely.
Every trickle of the fresh load that followed only made the mess prettier, a perfect crown for her filthy service.
When I glanced down, the sight that hit me was my stiff cock still rock-hard, the head shiny with my own semen, and the wrecked, gaping anus above it.
One look and my cock jerked again, fresh need roaring through me.
Still panting and shuddering, Jian was forced to her knees, face up.
I forced my glistening cock straight between her lips without warning.
“Hey.”
“Uuu… Master…!”
“What the hell are you doing? Cleaning the mouth first?”
“Ah…”
“Don’t you hear me?”
“Aaaht… haaah… Master…”
Jian hesitated, frozen.
Her body had instinctively tried to pull away the moment my cock touched her tongue.
The untrained little meat toilet.
Even after everything I’d put her through, she was still too slow, too weak.
She needed proper conditioning.
“Kyaaah!!”
“What did I say?”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back.
“Uuwk!!! Uuwp!!!”
At the same time I shoved my cock straight into her throat, forcing her to deepthroat-clean it like a proper onahole.
“Uuu… uwk!!!”
“No teeth. Straighten your throat.”
“Uuwp… uuuw… wup… wup…♥ guuuuwkk!!!”
I gripped her hair and shook her head back and forth like a cheap onahole, fucking her throat with long, brutal strokes.
My cock was coated in lube and cum, so every thrust painted her lips and throat white.
Because I’d warned her that biting would be the last thing she did, Jian was incredibly careful—tongue curling gently, licking and soothing the sensitive head instead of scraping.
“Chuuup… chup… chup… uuwp… guuuuwwkk!!”
I held her hair, pushed my cock to the very back of her throat, and pulled out, repeating the motion over and over.
Every time I slammed in deep, Jian gagged violently, her whole body jerking.
Her throat had never been this sloppy before—each swallow of saliva replaced every trace of lube and cum.
“Uuwp… uwk… uuwp… uuwp…”
I held her hair and face-fucked her one last time, then pulled out.
“Uuwp… kek… heeeup…! Uuweeeek!!”
As soon as my cock left her mouth, Jian gasped desperately and coughed hard, vomit rising in her throat.
She’d been forced down so deep I’d made her almost throw up.
While she caught her breath I grabbed the collar.
Fisting her hair, I buckled it around her neck.
The famous dog trainer had been right.
A dog only becomes a real dog once it wears the collar.
“Eet… euut…”
Even with the collar locked around her throat, the feral bitch let out the most lewd, broken little sounds.
I lifted the leash.
“Heeeuuuuk…”
The moment the pressure tightened, Jian’s whole body jerked, choking sounds spilling from her throat.
I pulled her across the floor toward the bathroom, leash tight in my fist.
I forced her down onto the puppy pee pad and gave the order to piss.
Jian strained desperately, but nothing came.
The untrained bitch still had too much pride left.
She needed to be taught.
“Haaht!!!”
I kicked her clit hard with my foot.
“You not pissing properly?”
“Aaht… I-I’m sorry, Master…!”
One kick and her bladder gave out.
Her pussy clenched, a few drops of piss fell onto the pad, then—when the floodgates opened—urine exploded in a powerful arc.
“Haa… uuueeet…”
The jet was so strong it splattered even her inner thighs and the floor.
It soaked the pad completely, then overflowed in a steady stream that ran straight onto the tile.
The powerful stream gradually weakened, then stopped.
“Master… the meat toilet has… finished peeing…”
After the forced training session, Jian looked up at me with miserable eyes.
I grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back.
“Auwk!!!”
I immediately slammed her face down onto the soaked pee pad.
“Hauk…!!”
I adjusted my grip carefully so she wouldn’t hurt herself on the hard floor—only her face and mouth touched the pad.
“You crazy dogshit that pisses everywhere and doesn’t clean it up? Deal with it yourself.”
“Uuuuep…! Yes…”
Jian obediently licked up every drop that spilled from the pad, tongue working desperately.
It was revolting—cold, filthy, disgusting.
But it made my cock throb harder than anything else.
Inside, the word was simple: I was getting off on it. I was getting off on it.
This was my type, pure and simple.
The same gentle girl who used to be shy around me had completely fallen apart, now a filthy meat toilet on all fours, tongue out, licking her own piss off the floor.
I grabbed her phone, opened the video app, and started recording every filthy second.
After she’d licked up most of her own piss, I decided the shower was finally necessary.
I set the phone on the nightstand, walked back to the bathroom, and lifted her up.
“Huuueet!!”
Jian jolted in my arms, startled.
I unbuckled the collar while she was still dangling.
“Uuuk… haaht… eeuuuuk…♥”
While I worked the buckle, my fingers accidentally brushed the side of her neck and collarbone.
Her body was already hypersensitive from the training; one tiny touch made her tremble violently.
Once the collar was off, I carried her straight to the tub.
“Your mouth smells like piss and your entire body reeks. Come here and get washed properly.”
“Yes…”
Her voice was tired, but a faint, lewd edge still remained.
I turned on the water and began scrubbing every inch of her—neck, chest, back, belly, everywhere except her pussy.
“Uuuk… there… aaht…!♥”
The second the hot spray hit her neck and my hands started soaping, Jian reacted instantly.
Her skin still burned from the earlier training.
I ran my hands down her arms, pretending to wash the collarbone, then slid my fingers lower, scratching lightly over her skin.
“Uuuueet… haaht…♥”
She arched, completely melting.
This time I slid my hands down to her chest and groped both breasts openly, squeezing and kneading.
“Haaueet… no… I can’t…♥”
She pouted cutely, but to me it sounded like “Please fuck me again.”
I pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted.
“Uuuueeeet!!♥”
I had to hold her down to keep her from collapsing.
Even in the hottest, most sensitive moment, her body still felt warm under the shower.
I moved my hands lower, stroking her belly, then down past her pussy lips to the center of her Y-zone.
“Uuwk… haaht…♥”
Her soft little whimpers filled the room every time my fingers found her clit.
Soon her swollen clit was right there, throbbing against my touch.
I rubbed it in slow circles.
“Haaueet!! I can’t… it’s too sensitive…!!!♥”
Jian’s pussy started leaking even under the running water.
She was still in heat, yet I only rubbed her for a few seconds—just enough to tease—then pulled my hand away.
“Huuet… eeet… uuu… just a little more…”
“What?”
“N-no…!”
She tried to act innocent.
I finished washing her down, applied body wash, built thick foam, and worked every inch of her from neck to thighs, exactly like a car wash—except far, far dirtier.
After the final rinse I stepped into the shower with her.
That’s when I felt it—something warm and sharp sliding over my cock.
I looked down and saw Jian on her knees, lips wrapped around my glans, looking up at me with pure lust in her eyes.
“Uuwp… uuwp… uuwp…”
Still drunk on the earlier nipple and clit play, she was trying to use her mouth again.
“Look at this depraved meat toilet…”
I grabbed her hair and slammed my cock back into her throat.
“Uuwk!! Uuk! Uuuwk!! Uuwk!! Uuwp!! Chuuup!! Chuuup!! Uuwk!! Kuueek!! Guuuueeek!! Gurrrrreek!! Eek!! Uuwk!!”
I face-fucked her exactly like before—hard, sloppy, relentless.
Her throat was already sloppy from the first round, and now the heat and wetness made it even better.
Her throat kept spasming, milking me perfectly.
“Haa… fuck… I’m gonna cum… uuuk!! Ya fuck… take… uuk!! Take it, you fucking bitch.”
“Uuwk… uuk… uuwk… guuuueek… uuuueeeek!!!!”
Her throat tightened again, squeezing the head of my cock.
I exploded, flooding her throat with thick, hot cum.
Jian kept sucking like a straw, trying to drain every last drop from my urethra.
“Chuuup… uuw chuuup… uuwp…!”
She swallowed every spurt, throat working greedily, then tried to clean the last remnants from inside her mouth.
I slapped my hand over her lips before she could spit.
“Uuep!!”
“If you spit, you die.”
“Uuep!!”
“Just swallow.”
Jian nodded so hard her head banged against my pelvis.
I released my hand and she immediately swallowed hard, a thick bulge running down her throat.