Nataly knelt on the cold hard floor of the luxurious bathroom, staring up at the three girls who were seated on the toilets around her. She was their toilet slave, reduced to being nothing more than a human-sized urinal whenever they needed it. They chatted amiably, completely unaware of her presence as their delicious scents filled the air and their soft, barely concealed moans echoed in her ears.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Liz gasped as she emptied her bladder onto Nataly's face. Nataly swallowed hard, her mouth filling with the warm, bitter liquid as she tried not to gag. It was his job to clean her mistress after all. She opened her mouth wide, waiting for the next stream of piss to hit her tongue.
"That's a good boy," Shana murmured, her voice full of false kindness as she urinated over Nataly's face. The taste of pee was already coating Nataly's tongue and she knew that it would only get worse. But she couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She was their toilet slave and she had to endure whatever they threw at her.
Suddenly, another stream of warm liquid hit her face. This time, it was Laura who had released her hold on her bladder. Nataly squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation of being drowned in urine. "Oh, la-la~," Laura giggled, as if she were pouring honey rather than golden liquid all over her toilet slave.
Nataly's whole body trembled with fear and humiliation as she waited for them to be done. But it seemed like an eternity before there was finally a pause in their streams. She opened her eyes cautiously and stared up at them, hoping they would give her some kind of signal that she could clean them.
"Well, Nataly," Shana said with a grin, "It seems like we've made quite a mess. What do you think we should do about that?"
Nataly swallowed hard, her throat burning from the taste of piss. "Please," she whispered, "May I clean you?"
Liz laughed. "Of course, silly toilet slave. That's what you're here for, isn't it?" She pulled her panties to the side and Nataly bent forward, lips parting as she pressed her mouth against the pink folds of flesh. The taste of piss was overwhelming, almost nauseating, but she forced herself to carry on. Shana and Laura watched with eager anticipation as she lapped up every drop of their pee, her tongue darting out to catch even the smallest particles floating around them.
Finally, after what felt like forever, they were done. Nataly sat back on her heels, tongue dragging across her lips as she tried to get rid of the foul taste filling her mouth. "That was quite a show you put on for us, Nataly," Liz said with an indulgent smile.
"Thank you, Mistress," Nataly murmured, her voice quavering with suppressed emotions. She knew that this was not real gratitude; these girls did not see her as a person. They saw her as little more than a tool for their own amusement. But despite the humiliation and fear coursing through her veins, she couldn't help but feel an odd sense of contentment at being able to serve them in this way.
