Hard suprise session part 2

For days I was still processing what had happened during the surprise session and was diligently finished off by my own mistress.

On Friday, I had just finished work and was at least looking forward to a long weekend away from work when I received a message from her:

"You want to get out of your KG? I'll make you an offer. You'll be back at the address you visited last weekend at 8pm. She will tell you the rules as soon as she has tied you up. After the session, you'll have earned your release from the KG for now!"

I was blushing and horny at the same time. This lady would do something to me again? As cold as ice as she was?

I didn't think about it for long and agreed. I finally wanted to get out of the KG again and touch myself. I was more than just horny.

Time didn't pass until 8 p.m. and I thought to myself that I would survive this evening too. With my head red and my knees wobbly, I stood in front of the unknown lady's door again and rang the bell. It was almost like the last time, I wasn't really greeted, wasn't allowed to speak and had the bag over my head again. After I had undressed, she led me into the apartment. I could hear the TV but this time we went into another room. I had to lie down on the board again and then got scared, but with her practiced moves I was pinned down so quickly that I had no chance of resisting or anything like that until it was too late.

I was mounted on a board from head to toe, unable to move. The bag was pulled off my head and I suddenly realized that I was trapped next to the toilet bowl in a large bathroom, in the corner.

It all happened so incredibly quickly. She ripped my jaw open and I got the strange dildo gag back in that made me gag for a moment until I got myself under control and she lashed it tightly to the board underneath me. The bottle from last week was firmly attached to the gag and I was defenceless. Above me, however, I recognized a kind of construction on the wall, a toilet seat that could be folded down from the wall, which she also lowered directly. It came to rest above me so that female users could piss directly into the bottle. My hopes of a quick session were crushed just like that.

She examined her work briefly and then addressed me:

"Well, that's it then. Your mistress didn't want a safeword and said an open end would be fine, that's fine with me. From now on you're the toilet here in the apartment. You know how the piss works. When they take the gag and the bottle off you, you'll open your mouth as wide as you can and when you feel an asshole, you'll lick it gently.

And I warn you, if you make a single sound, your mistress will find out and cancel your reward, I will not warn you or anything like that.

From tomorrow morning when I get up, your time will start to count. You will stay here until the bottle over your mouth is empty, no matter how long it takes you. There will be no consideration for you either."

With that, she walked away and was obviously finished.

What kind of nasty thing was that? I was supposed to come tonight to be used as a toilet tomorrow?

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by her, because she came back with a bottle of Cole, filled to the brim with stale urine, of course. There was no time to think about it, nothing. She simply tipped it into my bottle and I immediately started to dribble urine down my throat every few seconds, just like in the previous session. She totally freaked me out and attached something to my penis.

While I was still choking and swallowing again and again, she spoke to me once more:

"If you have to do it yourself, just let it run into the bag"

With that, she left the bathroom, switched off the light from outside and closed the door, leaving me in the dark.

I battled hard with the situation for the next hour but got more and more under control, even though the disgust just wouldn't go away. I heard the TV in the next room and nothing else.

But I didn't hear anything. At some point, a door in the hallway opened and I heard a conversation in the next room, but it must have been on TV. If the lady moved, I didn't seem to notice.

Suddenly the light came on and the door opened. I couldn't see anything from my perspective, but she must have gone to the mirror by the washbasin and was fiddling around. I only recognized her long blonde hair and quickly smelled her perfume. It was a little different to what I remembered from earlier, but it was a little different here in the bathroom anyway, as it smelled good here anyway.

She worked in front of the mirror for about 10 minutes until the big shock hit me. She came to me, but it wasn't the lady who had tied me up here. She looked like a younger version of her, wearing jeans and apparently boots, because she slammed into my hand so hard that I could only just suppress my cry of pain. As if it was the most normal thing in the world, she turned around, opened her jeans and was already sitting on top of me.

Her pussy was directly above the bottle and her floodgates opened. Dark urine poured into the still very full bottle above me and filled up the stall properly. Regardless of the fact that I lay there and had to swallow it, sooner or later, she wiped herself dry afterwards, stood up, stood on my hand and closed her pants again. As quickly as she had come, she left me again. Only for me to be used again minutes later by the stranger who had locked me in here. The bottle was full to the top when she let me go to sleep, it seemed. I had to stay awake with it for many hours, emptying the whole bottle drop by drop until I was able to fall asleep myself. I was simply full.

I woke up because I couldn't move and was completely confused with a taste of urine in my mouth. It was dark but I heard movement, apparently I was subconsciously brought out of sleep because of it. It turned out to be true, just as I realized what was going on and that my deal would only start today. I didn't know who it was when the door opened, because someone was back at the sink. Deodorant was applied, my teeth were brushed and I was getting more and more excited. Then she went out and came back shortly afterwards. It was the daughter again. She came straight towards me and I knew it was about to start. I didn't want to but had no choice. She looked good and was wearing pink hot pants and a baggy shirt, but what was to come was not so great.

Without further ado, she sat over me, pulled down her pants as she sat down and as soon as she sat down, deep yellow urine rattled into my bottle, which I immediately had to taste drop by drop. It bubbled violently in the bottle and half the bottle was quickly filled. I mused inwardly about the taste, that I would easily need 1-2 hours for this amount and hoped my mother wouldn't use me.

This girl, maybe she was just 25 or so, just stayed seated when she was finished. Suddenly she farted and only then cleaned herself off. The smell was unpleasant, but not as bad as the broth in my throat.

They stood up without comment and after a short while I was alone in the dark. Nothing happened for a long time until the door burst open and the mother came straight to me. The stand above me had hardly changed.

The mother also looked sleepy and incredibly good. But I couldn't see anything in her eyes, she didn't even see me as a person, because she was already lifting her panties and turning around. Then she sat over me.

Seconds passed. Seconds in which more and more droplets made their way down my throat. Then the bottle bubbled above me. The urine became even cloudier and more yellowish than before and the level of the bottle rose rapidly. God, how big were her bubbles? It got bigger and bigger and reached 2/3 of the bottle. This was followed by two or three farts from her, which were a sign of bad things to come. The lady above me wiped herself dry, stood up and then walked to the sink, but halfway there she turned around and fiddled with my bottle. Immediately the hard, bitter stream of piss shot down my throat, it was really strong and with a lot of air I swallowed some of it directly and more came out. My eyes widened as I watched the level in the bottle begin to drop. I swallowed like crazy while she just watched the level. She let me drink almost to the bottom of the bottle, then closed it again and just let it dribble on, only to leave immediately afterwards. My hands were washed and I was left in the bathroom destroyed. In the minutes that followed, they both apparently came back into the bathroom and got ready for the day. I wasn't noticed for a second.

A little later, I heard heels in the hallway.

"I'll just get some bread rolls!" shouted the mother. I didn't hear what came back. The door slammed shut and I was alone in the apartment with my daughter.

Less than two minutes later, the bathroom door opened and the light came on. She came straight towards me and my heart began to race. She closed the valve on the drinking bottle and also removed the gag from me with practiced hands. It was put to one side. I left my mouth wide open out of fear and also because of the lockjaw I had due to the position and my daughter acknowledged this with a smile. She sat down next to me on the toilet and took off her socks. She had a metal thing in her hand, I couldn't see what it was, but her foot came to rest on my jaw and stretched it wider than I wanted. The smell of her feet was very cheesy and sweaty but I had no choice. Then I opened my eyes wide, because she bent down and used the device on her long toenails. NO!!!

But too late, she clipped her toenails. She clipped them cold as ice and the nails fell down my throat at a rapid pace where they remained unpleasantly. This beast was cutting her toenails into my mouth, into a human being! There were some really big pieces.

I quickly moved on to the other foot and worked the nails out of her neck as best I could with my tongue, but she just showered me with them. She put her socks on without any sign that she was paying attention to me and stood up again, only to come back straight away with the brush. I tried to say I didn't want to with my facial expression, but she didn't care. The brush was depilated and two thick tufts were stuffed into my mouth. She even pushed it in with her fingers. How cruel. Then she got up again and came back with a bowl. Of course, in my shock I didn't realize what it was.

She took the bowl directly to my mouth and tipped it out. She emptied the ashtray in my mouth. About 10 cigarettes and a pile of ash found their way into my mouth and before I could even react she took the penis gag and pushed it forcefully into my mouth. It was tight and I almost choked, except she didn't notice much of it. She fumbled the bottle onto the gag and stopped the dripping. Then she left while I stayed behind.

I felt downright raped by the disgust and the horrible feeling in my mouth. How could anyone do that to a person and how could I stand it. More and more piss dripped into my mouth, the hairs lay in my throat right next to the dildo gag and ash and fag filters filled my mouth, cheeks and throat. I inevitably swallowed some of it with the liquid. The next time was simply filled with suffering, gagging and more suffering.

I saw my mother come back and the table must have been set in the kitchen. The bitter truth was that I was trapped here and had no way out. The ladies were freezing cold. I remembered my mother's words from yesterday. There was no safeword and if I

If I made myself noticed in any way, my reward would be canceled, which meant that my mistress would not let me out of the KG. After a few more minutes, the doorbell rang and another woman's voice came into the apartment. My stomach was already rebelling.

I had to listen to them having breakfast next door, chatting and enjoying their freedom as if nothing was wrong. I couldn't get out of this state of shock and it mentally fucked me up like these women were, and it even made me horny. The thought helped me to swallow more and more urine and dirt, but it just didn't get any less. I could feel the hair in my mouth getting tangled everywhere and I gagged again.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the light suddenly came on. The door opened, then closed again, footsteps could be heard and someone locked the door from the inside.

I wanted so much to beg and shout, but I just wasn't allowed to. I had to hold out. It simply couldn't be true. A third unknown lady came into my field of vision. She was plump, had huge breasts, wore a blouse, a long skirt and black tights

underneath. I couldn't see the shoes, of course, but she came over to me and put a lit cigarette between her lips. She was wearing a lot of make-up, but it emphasized her great blue and very merciless eyes, as well as her full lips.

She was on top of me in a flash, flipped up the toilet seat to my horror and hurriedly removed the bottle and the gag in my mouth. I was able to swallow briefly, but opened my mouth wide out of fear. She probably didn't even notice because she was already turning around and I had to watch her pull down her leggings and bright red panties. Hadn't she seen what was in my mouth?

But then her wide ass came down and before I knew it, she was sitting with her pool hole directly over my wide open mouth. She bent her legs and came down further. At one point she lifted her skirt so that I was underneath it and then smelled her extremely unkempt sweaty odor. But that wasn't the worst of it, because as soon as she was sitting properly, she shifted her weight and came to rest more and more on my face and especially on my jaw. It pressed down on me so hard and the pain was back. Her pool hole was now right in my lips.

"No tongue!"

I heard her. And then I felt a puff of air in my mouth. She farted down my throat and it smelled awful. Two more farts followed but nothing happened. She smoked on top of me and farted. Each time I just wanted to shake and vomit, especially because my mouth was still full. While she sat there like that, I at least tried to gently push the dirt, filters and hair into her cheeks with my tongue.

Suddenly she pulled up her skirt and went a little higher with her poo. I was liberated! But her hand came with the burning cigarette and just like that it was thrown into my mouth, followed by the pain as it was extinguished on my tongue and the pain as she came back down and sat on my mouth. She moved back and forth on me some more, but her asshole stayed on my mouth or pressed down on it.

In front of me, or rather above me, I heard something being scrolled and when her pool hole was slowly arched into my mouth, I knew I had lost.

Quiet farts escaped her and I inevitably sucked them in. But it arched deeper and deeper into my mouth and it almost felt as if it wanted to stretch my jaw, my lips even further.

I was overcome with panic, what should I do now?

Then I tasted an extremely foul aroma. The asshole was now really getting bigger and a second later I felt the first shit on my tongue. Again, a complete stranger pooped down my throat and it quickly slipped over my tongue. There was no way for me to stop the

to stop somehow. The sausage slid mercilessly into my mouth. It filled me up completely and I could feel my mouth squeezing it. The taste was anything but earthly and as it slid further, no, as it pressed further into my mouth, I felt in my throat that it was too big. I couldn't possibly swallow the hard piece.

It came out the same way. The piece of shit touched my uvula and arrived at the back of my mouth. It was far too big. It wouldn't fit. I panicked again as I felt the pressure getting stronger and stronger. They would just push it into me and I would choke on it. My tongue was pressed down firmly.

Gagging set in briefly, but the force from above as she simply let her shit slide into me was greater. My throat expanded painfully. It was just big I would choke on shit and she wasn't itching up there at all. Instead, she turned to the next page, whatever she was holding in her hands.

My will to survive, or whatever power I had, some kind of reflex kicked in. With all the strength I had in my tongue, I pushed it up against the roof of my mouth and felt myself sinking into the shit. The taste literally exploded in my mouth, but with it a not-so-large portion of her shit slipped down my throat, where I immediately swallowed it. But I hardly had any of it, because the poo from above immediately pushed on and seconds later I was faced with the same challenge. Again, I mashed the poo against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and swallowed. My mouth became fuller and fuller and the pressure increased. A terrible rhythm set in. The softening mass kept pushing and I choked it down. Faster and faster and more and more. I could feel my stomach being filled, and not very gently. Fags, hair, ash and shit. Everything was mercilessly pressed into me, just like my toenails, which were now slipping uncontrollably and scratching badly and liked to get stuck. Breathing harder and harder, it went on endlessly. She just let go and didn't stop shitting herself.

More and more and more came, it didn't stop and I swallowed like possessed, blocking out everything around me, until a fart sounded and her pool hole collapsed. I kept swallowing as wildly as I could to get rid of everything, then I heard her above me.

"Clean lick"

I did it immediately, but I was extremely disgusted. I kept removing more poo from her pool hole, only for her to suddenly stand up and apparently check with a sheet of toilet paper to see if I had cleaned everything. She was apparently satisfied and so I got the toilet paper stuffed into my mouth, she stood up and halfway up she stopped to gently ram the dildo gag back into my mouth. The paper got stuck at the tip in my throat and the gag was tight again. She stood up, fumbled the bottle onto my gag and pulled the toilet seat down over me. Immediately more urine dripped down my maltreated throat and she took a seat above me and as if she hadn't tortured me enough, she pissed without looking down. Luckily for me, not much came out but the bottle wouldn't be empty very quickly.

Wordlessly and ignorantly, she brushed herself off and left me dejectedly in the dark.

These impressions and the exertion had burned themselves into me. I more or less caught my breath and tried to distract my senses from the torture.

I inevitably digested and listened in the apartment. They were probably talking and there was movement in the apartment. At some point, my tormentor probably left and they continued to work in the apartment.

Horribly, the house cleaning seemed to be on, because a bucket of water with cleaning materials was fetched and the mother cleaned the bathroom while the daughter was probably vacuuming. The mother cleaned above and around me, completely indifferent, and the piss bottle continued to sit enthroned above me, torturing me every few seconds. It just didn't empty fast enough. The mother took the toilet brush once and pulled the container close to my head to then work on the toilet. At the

When I put the brush in the container, she pretended not to hit the cup and scratched my cheek unpleasantly. The house cleaning went on and on, at some point I was left alone in the dark and continued to drink the piss.

Both mother and daughter emptied their cleaning buckets in the meantime and it became quieter in the apartment. They left the door to the hallway open, which is why I had to watch the bottle slowly coming to an end. I would soon have done it, I thought to myself as my daughter came in and closed the door. This time dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, she slipped her fingers all over me again and opened her pants. I looked sadly at the bottle and up at her, because there wasn't much left. But she sat down on the glasses above me and started pissing. Enough collected above me for the next 1-2 hours and I slumped down as she got up and left the bathroom. The door was still left open and I could hear people walking around the apartment.

The mother came back into the bathroom at some point and seemed to stay in front of the mirror for a while. She then left again and shortly afterwards I heard her heavy footsteps in the apartment on heels. The sound was the same as during the first session. Massive boots with a heavy tread and thick heel.

"I'm going into town now, it'll probably take a few hours. Do you need anything?" she asked through the apartment.

The daughter probably replied from further away that she didn't need anything.

"Okay well, see you later. Oh well, when the bottle is empty you can let the toilet go, as usual"

"All right," she called out.

It was like music to my ears.

But my mother came back into the bathroom, closed the door and ran to me. You could literally hear her weight. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she was really smartly dressed. Simply beautiful. She walked up to me with her cell phone in her hand and tapped on it. A quick glance down at me, then I felt a pain in my fingers and then in the palm of my hand. She had placed her entire boot on my hand and put weight on it. Her heel rested on my fingers and I was afraid they would break under her weight. She just stood there and continued typing on her cell phone.

But then she let go, put her cell phone away and pulled down her jeans. No, please don't! But she was already sitting above me and peeing in the bottle. God, what kind of bladder did she have? The level was rising and I even smelled the urine and it was over halfway up the bottle. Surely that would mean that I couldn't empty the bottle for 3 or 4 hours.

As before, she stood up and left me after wiping herself and washing her hands.

Left behind like an object and working like a machine, I swallowed in the hours that followed and digested what was inside me. I rarely heard my daughter walking around the apartment. When my daughter came into the bathroom once, I realized that I didn't have that much left to do. I soon made it, but realized when she was in the bathroom that the situation was totally arousing me. In the meantime, I also smelled food and heard dishes, probably in the kitchen.

After a few more minutes, the light in the bathroom came on, her daughter came in and closed the door from the inside.

She came straight up to me, sat down on the toilet seat as cold as ice and poured a little urine into the bottle above me. Fortunately, it wasn't that much. But she stood up and unclipped the bottle.

Out of further fear, I said and did nothing, leaving my jaw wide open when the gag was out of my throat. But hell was supposed to be here on earth.

She took another ashtray, which was full, and tipped it out into my mouth. Carefully

she made sure that nothing went wrong and I was filled to the brim with ash and butts in my mouth. She grinned briefly. But then she got up and got dressed again. She left the room and I quickly took the opportunity to somehow get something into my cheeks, she would be back soon and ram the gag down my throat. I wouldn't survive that with so much dirt in my throat. I hurriedly worked as much of a filter into my cheeks as I could. Her footsteps came closer again and she came into the bathroom. She closed the door and came to me. Then the big shock, she opened her pants again.

NO! That couldn't be, I tried to shake my head and she saw it too but made no sign of stopping.

She even took off her jeans and lifted her panties again. Then her bottom came over me, the toilet seat was raised and then lowered. Please don't! I had a mouthful of ash!

She already sat down and skillfully found my mouth with her pool hole.

"No tongue!" she said icily. I quickly swallowed all the ash and fags I could, but I was parched and pressed as much as I could into my cheeks.

Her weight suddenly pressed down viciously on me and spread my jaw. More filters slipped out of my cheeks, others got stuck between my skin and teeth. But then her hand came into my field of vision, she had long horny nails and beautiful hands. Just like that, she held my nose tightly shut and closed.

I noticed how her pool hole sank into me. I didn't want that, no! Her hand came loose but stayed on my nose.

"Take a deep breath when I let go!"

I did it, I couldn't do anything anyway. As soon as I breathed in, her fingers closed again and I couldn't breathe. But then suddenly she squeezed and immediately wet, crumbly shit shot into my mouth and throat with incredible pressure. I didn't need to do anything because she pushed it into me with such force that it shot straight down my throat and into my stomach. Thrust after thrust. Her pool hole pushed so far into my mouth that I thought she was shitting right down my throat. All I could feel was this disgusting mass shooting into me. I felt completely different and suddenly she stopped. I swallowed without meaning to, her hand let go briefly, I breathed in so that I could get any air at all, but then her fingers closed my nose again. She squeezed again and the same thing started all over again. Totally merciless and disregarding every safety rule, she pushed her poo into me. I didn't know whether I was puking or swallowing, but again I caught my breath briefly, followed by more poo. My belly bulged outwards and as suddenly as it had started her ass rose above me, before I could even vomit she hurriedly pushed the dildo gag into me and secured it.

A constant up and down of gagging and swallowing followed as she cleaned herself off with amusement, put her pants back on and washed her hands.

When she had finished, she looked at me briefly as I calmed down, let out bitterly angry burps that burned my nose and caused further disgust, and then walked out just like that. The door closed and I was alone again in the dark.

It simply couldn't be true.

In the time that followed, I simply struggled with this unimaginably disgusting shit in my stomach. The gag stopped me from throwing up after a short time, but I felt worse and worse. I also tasted the ash, the filters were scratching everywhere and my stomach was burning.

She didn't even come back to check on me. I was so devastated that I was in tears at some point. I just wanted to get out of that awful KG.

It took me quite a while to get my head back together and then my mother arrived

home. I didn't keep an eye on the time at all and as soon as she arrived, she greeted her daughter and came into the bathroom. The door was closed, she looked at the bottle above me and shrugged her shoulders. The toilet seat was folded down and her pants were lifted, not without stepping on my fingers, of course.

She sat down and pissed a huge amount into me again. That was another 2 hours longer, I calculated in my head. She left me again without moving. Without any sense of time, the day dragged on into the evening and it felt like one of them came every few hours and pissed in my funnel, I was constantly swallowing. I couldn't take it all in all day and empty the bottle that way.

At some point her daughter came back, it must have been evening already because there was far less light coming in through the hallway than usual. She put her things on the toilet, pissed in me once, of course, and then disappeared again for a moment. She came back, horribly, with the ashtray, whichever ashtray was in the apartment. This was emptied into my mouth again and the gag was stuffed on top. Fortunately, there weren't that many cigarettes. She then took a shower without saying a word and did her rituals in the bathroom afterwards as if nothing was wrong.

About half an hour later, my mother came into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and came towards me with an ashtray and a cigarette. She stood on my hands in her slippers, whichever ones she was wearing, and smoked with relish, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and put it on the toilet.

Then she started to take off the bottle, fold up the toilet seat and took the penis gag out of my mouth. She probably didn't see the butts although I was holding it very wide open, no she didn't pay any attention to it. She stood far above me and opened her jeans again and I just didn't want to believe what was happening.

In no time at all, her pants were down, her panties were off and she was already turning around. Her hips were quickly and menacingly above me and consistently lowered towards my face. She had absolutely no fear of contact and was quickly on my mouth with her pool hole. Immediately afterwards, she put her weight on my head and jaw.

"Tongue!" she ordered from above, probably lighting another cigarette and leafing through a magazine.

With the butts moving around wildly in my mouth, I licked around her pool hole. As soon as I started, she let go and her pool hole slowly began to lie in my mouth. I felt her asshole everywhere. I quickly tasted and felt the tangy, filthy taste of poop in my mouth. I unintentionally swallowed a cigarette filter while licking and choked briefly, which was punished by her holding my nose until I licked again. But I immediately sank my tongue into a sausage of excrement. The taste was so foul and bitter. I stopped licking and prepared myself to swallow when her hand came to my nose again. She seriously wanted me to keep licking?

I did and licked at the shit that had just come out of her asshole. Pieces of it kept coming out and I reluctantly swallowed them. Her hand let go of me and she actually continued to let it slip and lick the shit out of her asshole. Another absolute low point for me, but I had no choice. She must have spent half an hour on me like this. More and more poo found its way into my gullet, which I had to lick off myself.

Then she probably put out another fag and put the magazine to one side. Had I made it?

"Don't swallow, just hold it!" I heard her say. She then started to push and her bitter, now softening poo poured out of her ass. It filled up my mouth and I held back. Slowly her ass rose up and the sausage broke off. Immediately I smelled the smell and taste even more intensely and saw that the tip of the sausage was sticking out of my mouth. I struggled to stop myself from throwing up. She, on the other hand, put her clothes back on and grabbed

something from the cupboard in the bathroom.

She came back with the doctor's gloves on her hands and squatted down on my chest. I was breathing heavily and that didn't help me at all.

Shocked, I watched as she took a cigarette butt from the ass cup and pushed it into the shit in my mouth. Then another, another and another. Again and again and I realized how it was just soaking into my mouth. She stuffed more and more into my mouth and used it to push the poo down a little. I just stood firm and breathed more and more frantically.

After about 15 cigarettes from the ashtray, she was finished. She got up without a word, probably disposed of the gloves and took some toilet paper. She put it over my mouth.

"You will now chew through everything intensively until I release you and you are allowed to swallow my waste. If you don't, your reward is canceled and I will let you continue to use me all day tomorrow. Tomorrow three ladies are coming to visit who are all used to using something like you and will stay here all day. I'm going to run myself a bath and keep an eye on you. If you don't chew for a second and I see it, you know what you're in for and now go on, chew and don't swallow!"

Then I really started to do it and fought every second with this mass inside me and the urge to vomit. She let the water run for a long time and at some point actually got into the bath.

I chewed her shit intensely throughout, not knowing whether she was watching me or not. No words are enough to describe the disgust, but I persevered. At some point she washed herself off, got out of the bath and even got dressed again.

Tears welled up in my eyes when she came to me briefly, looked down at me and emptied the ashtray, which still had all the ashes in it. There was no pity, nothing.

The dildo gag was taken, I had no time to react and with momentum and force it was pushed down my throat, shit and butts forced their way into my gullet, the rest pressed firmly into my cheeks and it was not a little. The taste was everywhere. Every gap in my mouth was now filled with this mixture.

The gag snapped into place in a flash, she mounted the bottle, grinned just once and left me in the dark bathroom.

The following two hours were filled with enormous agony, because in addition to the drops of urine, fecal matter, ash and individual chewed filter residues kept slipping down, because I couldn't do anything with my tongue. I swallowed everything. But I wasn't able to clean my mouth myself, so the poop aroma remained throughout.

The daughter later pissed herself in me, just like the mother, but she was dressed in sleepwear.

Just as she had finished, she came back with a bottle of urine from wherever it had come from. She emptied it wordlessly and I was aware that I would now have to drink urine for another few hours while she probably went to bed soon. But I was wrong, she opened the valve on the bottle and I had to swallow it all in one big gulp. My stomach was just full.

When the bottle was completely empty, the valve was closed again so that it would drip. She stood up and remained standing over me.

"You can sleep now, that's your reward. And I'll give you a chance tomorrow. Our alarm clocks ring at 8 a.m. If I come into the bathroom and my daughter hasn't peed in you yet, I'll get rid of you. If there's anything in your bottle, I'll keep using you. And I wasn't lying about the ladies. It's going to be really tough for you tomorrow, but I won't take any notice, nobody will. My daughter doesn't know about the deal, so pray she doesn't go to the bathroom before me, haha."

I was released into the night's rest and was totally frightened, confused and panicked. The door was still slightly open but I didn't hear anything in the apartment for a long time. But the exhaustion wanted to

took its toll and I really fell asleep.

However, I didn't stay awake for long. The door in the hallway closed quietly.

"Shhh...my mother is already asleep." Then two girls walked down the corridor and I couldn't make sense of it. I fell asleep again, not yet fully awake....