Chapter 1243. She’s Going To Enjoy Breakfast Together, But Under The Table!

Chapter 1243: 1243. She’s Going To Enjoy Breakfast Together, But Under The Table!

His hands came up to his lower stomach, the long fingers pressing into the hard way his bladder felt full, the pressure clearly building. He liked the thought of that warm, acidic liquid flooding down the length of his cock and gushing into the mouth of the starving, begging girl.

He wanted her to gulp it, to choke on it, to swallow the whole thing until the area around her chin was dripping and wet.

The first stream began to emerge as a steady, forceful flow, warm and steaming, almost as if it were alive. It came out of the slit at the tip in a thick, continuous thread, hitting the damp cum-stained fabric where it met her bottom lip.

The piss was bright yellow, clear, and steaming slightly in the cooler air of the room, making it look absolutely revolting and delicious all at once.

Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh!!!!

The sound was constant and wet, a rushing, splashing noise that was a pleasant, repetitive hiss of someone peeing hard, hitting the crinkled, cum-soaked linen right at the point where her lips were pressed against the dripping tip.

The liquid was hot and nice, stinging warmth and it immediately soaked into the white cum traces on the cloth, thinning them out and making them runny and yellowish.

For Valentina, that warm tide hitting her bottom lip was like the most humiliating salvation. The thirst in her throat was like fire, like broken glass, making her mouth water so badly it was painful.

The thought that this piss was the only thing she would get to drink made her whimper, but her mouth opened wider, hung open like a pathetic, needy animal, trying to catch every single warm drop.

Her lips parted, the slightly chapped and dried skin where she had been sobbing yesterday pressing directly into the wet, steaming stream.

As the piss hit the corner of her mouth, it dribbled down the chin line, some of it sticking to the tacky cum she had left on her own jaw from her previous night of convulsing, creating a messy, yellowish white slurry that she instinctively sucked back into her mouth.

While the warm, steaming stream of piss was steadily flooding into her open mouth, filling the insides of her lips and dripping down the chin line where it mixed with the tacky, dried cum on her skin, Rex decided to offer what he considered "comfort."

To him, being a "good bitch" meant slapping the face of his obedient little pet, treating her like a cruel pet that he liked to smack affectionately.

His right hand came up, the palm flat and hard, and he began to slap her cheeks. SMACK! SPAT! SMACK!! The sounds are crisp and stinging.

These weren’t bone-breaking blows meant to fracture her skull, but they were rude, humiliating, and painful, leaving bright red handprints on her face that were already blotchy from her previous night of sobbing.

He slapped the cheek that was wet with the yellow piss dripping from his cock, sometimes catching the corner of her mouth where the warm liquid was pooling and overflowing, smearing the piss and her own cum all over her jaw.

"That’s it, be such a good, well-mannered little bitch," he praised, his voice mocking and delighted, his palm making a wet SLAP sound when it hit the piss-slicked side of her mouth. "Accept your lovely little drink."

The slap on her cheek WHACK was hard enough to make her head lurch to the side, the motion causing a small splash of the warm piss to dribble out of the corner of her mouth, down her chin, and onto the cum-soaked bedsheet between her bony knees.

Inside Valentina’s throat, the warm, acidic taste of the fresh piss hit like a wave that her stomach absolutely revolted against.

Most humans would have gagged immediately, the bitter and salty tang triggering the retch reflex that horrible, convulsing upward climb of vomit.

The thought of having that hot piss sitting in the back of her throat, mixing with the slimy residue of her own cum she had swallowed earlier, made her throat seize.

Her esophagus practically jumped, the muscles spasming as they tried to heave the liquid back up.

’I think I’m going to throw up... oh god, the piss is so hot and salty, I can’t keep it down--’ her mind gagged, the retch building all the way up to the back of her tongue.

But the conditioned terror and the pathetic hunger that gnawed, painful emptiness in her gut won. She forced herself to swallow, gulping down the thick, warm piss even harder, swallowing the gag right back down.

The liquid went down her throat in hard, choking swallows, gulp, schlip, gulp, feeling like molten, foul salt.

She swallowed the nearly vomited piss because she was absolutely famished, and that disgusting drink was the only thing she had been offered.

The swallow was rough and audible, her throat bobbing up and down visibly, the muscles working hard to subdue the urge to retch.

Rex saw that way her throat hitched and convulsed, half gag, half swallow, and he absolutely grinned, loving the sight of her fighting her own vomit. He liked that she was being "good" by forcing herself to keep every single drop down.

His hand moved down, gripping one of her wrists which looked thin and bruised from where she had likely clawed at the sheets during her night of torture, and he began to grab her quite firmly, almost painfully, to haul her off her knees.

He wanted her to stand up, to be upright and ready for what he called "breakfast."

"Well, you finished your lovely little drink," he said, his long fingers tightening around her bony wrist, the pressure leaving fresh red marks on her pale skin, "and now it’s time for some proper breakfast."

His grip was commanding and rough, the way someone would grab a piece of livestock they intended to feed and torment more.

He started to pull her up from the sticky, piss-and-cum-slathered spot on the edge of the mattress, making sure she rose to her full, wobbly height, expecting her to be steady enough for the next round of cruelty.

The thought of being completely exposed naked, piss-stained, cum-smeared, and humiliated made Valentina practically flinch.

After the terror of the night before, the instinct for even the smallest shred of human dignity, the comfort of fabric against her raw and sensitive pussy lips, was like a screaming command in her brain.

Being seen like this, like a piece of soiled, used refuse, was more than her pride could bear.

Her voice was unsteady, wavering between defiance and pathetic pleading, coming out breathless and choked: "P-please... can I at least wear something?"

"Just some rags... anything to cover myself?" Her fingers tried to cover the wetness between her inner thighs, hoping to swipe the sticky yellow piss and the white cum strings off her pale skin, but they only made the mess more smeared and disgusting.

Rex laughed, that harsh and delighted sound that made her feel like the lowest form of vermin, and his right hand came up immediately.

WHACK!!

The slap was crisp and stinging, landing right on her flushed cheek, the palm making a loud, fleshy sound against her damp skin. He hit her hard enough that her head snapped to the side, the impact leaving a bright red handprint that would bloom across her face in seconds.

"Wear something?" he mocked, his thumb beginning to rub the spot he just slapped, enjoying how the skin was already turning an angry, puffy pink. "And sit somewhere nice like a proper human person?"

"Like you’re entitled to a chair?" He shook his head, genuinely amused by her deluded little hope. "You aren’t getting a seat anywhere, except under the dining table."