Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Toilet Bitch
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In a situation like this, and she's getting her pussy all worked up...
I quietly checked her physical responses.
I brought my fingers to her neck and confirmed her pulse and heart rate.
If this were before, she would've resisted like crazy the moment my fingers touched her, but her will to fight had already faded. A good sign.
"Alright, for the extra homework, you'll handle the triangle grooming. You got partial credit, so no penalty points. Now, onto the main question? Which do you want: Pussy Dog, Vermin, or Toilet?"
"Ugh... Uh-heuk... T-Toi, toi-let... Please let me be the toilet, I beg you!"
"Oh dear..."
She sobbed over her pathetic situation, making a shameful demand. She probably wasn't in her right mind anymore and hadn't even properly heard my question. She was throwing a tantrum like a child.
But... was that any of my business? Why should I care about her sob story?
"Looks like you still haven't picked a name? Tsk. No helping it, then."
I grabbed the gag and approached her face again. She instinctively sensed something coming near and cried out desperately, her face paling.
"Eh...? W-W-W-Wait! Just a second... I-I pi-picked... Toi...! Mmph! Mmmphph!!"
"You're not trained enough yet. Looks like you need more punishment time."
I forcibly grabbed her jaw as she thrashed her head side to side to avoid the gag and shoved it back in roughly.
"From now on, shaking your head like that means you're a bad girl, got it?"
"Hngk... Hrrghk."
Nod nod.
She started listening again when I spoke softly. She was probably hoping that if she obeyed from now on, I'd exempt her from 'punishment time'—or at least shorten it a bit.
"There we go, much better."
I gently stroked her hair. Her forehead was slick with cold sweat, and her skin was hot to the touch.
"Oh right, you said you needed the bathroom? Big one or small one? Shake side to side for big, nod for small."
Shiver...
Nod nod.
"Good girl. Ahh~ Hmm... Alright, sure. Hold on a sec."
I fetched a bucket from the toolbox outside the iron cage.
Then I yanked down her pants and panties.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
"Hehey~ Stop that! Bad girl behavior!"
"Hngh... Hn."
Control over her body. Control over her mind. It was all mine now. An ecstasy washed over me that nearly drove me insane.
Her legs trembled from the chill of the cool air between them.
Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed.
"Do you usually keep it groomed?"
...Nod.
She nodded obediently, even as her face flushed red.
*Kukukuk.*
I positioned the bucket under her crotch and said,
"There, I set up your toilet. Just go ahead and pee."
Shake shake shake.
"Mmph!!"
"Aw~ Are you too nervous to go? Poor thing."
I knew that wasn't it, but I played dumb and babbled nonsense anyway, then gently placed my hand on her lower abdomen.
Soft and squishy. Warm. I wanted to ruin it.
My cock throbbed, swollen to its limit, but I held back.
"I'll help you. Peeing."
Squeeze—
"Pee~~"
"Mmmph! Mmmmmph!!"
Shake shake shake shake.
I pressed firmly. Right on her bladder. Even for a man with a urethra over 15cm long, pinpoint pressure here when the bladder's full makes holding it nearly impossible. Let alone a woman, whose pubococcygeus muscles are weaker and whose urethra is under 3cm—holding back was out of the question.
"Come on, peee~"
Hiss—shh—
Drip, drip.
Urine started leaking out bit by bit.
"Mmmphph! Mmmphph."
She was trying her best to hold it, but her bladder was so full I could feel it sloshing. She'd probably done Kegel exercises, but let's see her try to hold it now.
"Toilet Bitch, you're bad at peeing. I'll help more."
Squeeze!
"Hrngk!!"
Spiiiish!!
Once it burst out, her piss gushed into the bucket with ferocious force—along with whatever pride she had left.
Splaaaash—
Splaash...
Drip...
"Good job!"
"Uh-heuk... H-heuk."
I grabbed some cleansing wipes and cleaned her thighs first. In this position, a woman's piss always runs down her thighs.
"Hiiik!"
Then I pulled out a fresh wipe and gently cleaned between her legs.
Finally, with a wipe coated in a special liquid, I massaged her mound. Slowly. It'd just feel cold, so she'd never suspect anything was being applied.
"Mmmph!"
I kept gently massaging her pussy.
"Gotta loosen up the lymph nodes in your groin too. You did well peeing, so as a reward for a good girl, here's a lymph massage."
Once I confirmed the drug had soaked in, I tossed the wipe in the bucket and rubbed her pussy with my bare fingers.
Squeeze...
I focused obsessively on her clit area, rubbing the hood covering it and every wrinkle in between.
About two or three minutes passed?
"Hngh... Hnghhh..."
Finally, a reaction.
Throb!
I felt her clit erect fully.
It must be insanely sensitive now.
I caressed it softly, sliding past her urethra to her vaginal entrance, and sure enough, sticky, slippery fluid coated my fingers.
"Hmm? What's this?"
"Hnghhh... Hngh."
I removed her blindfold.
With the gag still in, she could only stare at my fingers with shaking eyes.
"Eugh... No way, is this pussy juice? I hate to say it myself, but... aren't you the real crazy bitch here? Getting your pussy horny in a situation like this... does that even make sense?"
Sticky—
A viscous, transparent strand bridged my index and thumb shyly.
Her eyes widened in shock.
As if she desperately wanted to deny it.
I let out a deliberately contemptuous voice.
"Ugh, disgusting. I never knew you were this kind of woman... Ew! Gross!"
I roughly wiped the pussy juice on her top. Of course, it excited me deep down, but I couldn't show it. This was all staged for her misconception. I needed her to doubt herself—to think her pussy got wet even in this extreme, violent hell. Through illusion and performance, awaken her masochistic tendencies.
"I'm really disappointed. You know I didn't bring you here to commit some sex crime, right? And yet... what the hell is this? No chastity. No self-control. Your pussy twitching and leaking juice just from me wiping it... Any normal woman would be horrified and dry up, right? Can't even pick a proper name, and here you are, getting horny in this mess."
"No! No it's not! Nooo!"
"No my ass!"
Rub.
"Ahk!"
A light rub on her rock-hard clit made her inner thighs quiver.
"See! Your pussy's horny right now. Haa... Can't even pick a name properly, making your Master work for it, getting aroused in this situation, and now lying on top of it. You..."
I quietly put the blindfold back on.
"Mmph! Mmmphph!"
The gag was still in place.
She thrashed wildly, denying it—she wasn't that kind of woman.
"This is a completely forgotten area. If I leave, no one will ever find this place.
You'll spend three or four days drifting in and out of consciousness from dehydration.
Then on the fifth day, shock will set in. If you're lucky... day six? Seven? And that's only because you ate a little of the food and water I gave you earlier. Some demolition worker might find your desiccated, thirst-mummified corpse way in the future?"
"Mmmph!!"
Ignoring the raw, red chafing on her wrists and ankles, she convulsed her whole body in a frenzy. Even rolling in dog shit would be better than death—she wanted to live.
"What, got something to say? Should I take the gag out?"
Nod nod nod nod.
She nodded so frantically I thought her head might come off.
Drool.
The moment I removed the gag, she screamed hysterically.
"T-Toi-toi-toi-toilet! I'll be the toilet! Me, me, me—I'm a toi-toi-toilet now! E-ehehe, hehe, I'll be the toilet, I-I re-really like it! It's so pretty, ehehehe!"
She was fawning desperately to cling to me, making a total fool of herself. Better than Pussy Dog or Vermin, I guess? Puhehe...
"Sigh... So sad. You only picked the name your Master gave you now?"
"Y-Yes, yesyes! He-hehe! A-A-ah! A-And I-I'm not horny, th-that was ju-ju-just pee... pee...!"
She desperately wanted to deny that part, at least.
Shove!
I silently gagged her again without a word.
"Mmmphbub!!!"
"Lying again? Sigh... Do I look like a kid to you? You think I don't know what this is? No second chances. Bad girls who lie stay here alone to reflect, regret, reflect some more..."
I leaned close to her ear.
A faint shampoo scent lingered.
"...and die."
Shiver—
Her body trembled at my whisper.
I ignored it and turned away.
"Mmmph!!"
I reset the alarm.
To 53 minutes.
This time, I shortened the intervals even more—two minutes less each hour.
The minimum was set to 15 minutes. By tomorrow, she'd experience every hour as 15 minutes.
My second day would be her fourth. Shock might actually hit, so I needed to prepare.
"Mmmph!! Mmph! Mmmphph!!"
"So sad. Goodbye... and farewell?"
I left with that ridiculous parting line and headed upstairs.
I still had important work to do—not just with my assistant.