It’s still kind of a blur. I know I shouldn’t drink so much but I think there was something else…I never blacked out this bad before; I think she put something in them. She didn’t seem like the type, no warning flags went off while I drank with her. She was forceful, even aggressive, but nothing that would have caused me to think she was anything but normal.

Thinking back though, maybe she smiled too much.

My wrists are raw from the chains and my pulling…stupid. At least she, or I should say they, allowed enough slack so I can piss in the toilet. My chains go around the back of the bowl, and even though there isn’t a lot of slack, there is enough that I can slide my butt on it. I wonder if they planned it this way?

The other one, the one named Dee has been in here the most. The last time was the worst. What made it extra bad was the way she smiled through the whole ordeal. Her eyes seemed to light up when I started crying.

I could tell she just came into the house because I heard the front door slam. She carried a small plastic bag into the bathroom and set it on the sink. She started stripping, looking at my eyes the whole time, even after I averted mine. Her body was nice, and in a different situation I would have been attracted to her…but I’ve seen who she really is.

“Thirsty?”

I WAS thirsty. I even considered drinking from the bowl, but I thought there was no way they would let me go without giving me something…and there was no way I was drinking out of there unless I was dying.

Now I guess it really doesn’t matter.

“Yes.” I murmured.

“Good! I think I have just the thing!” She said as she reached into the bag. A roll of blue duct tape was the first item I saw. That couldn’t be any good. The second item was a small plastic funnel. She grabbed the tape and squatted right above me. I did notice that our pussies were almost touching, and normally that would be something that would turn me on, but not now.

“Bend your head back.” She said sternly. I wasn’t quick enough so she roughly grabbed it and forced it back. I cried in pain but she quickly started winding the tape around my mouth and around my head. I became worried that she was going to cover my nose too, but she eventually decided it was enough. She smiled and kissed my tape covered mouth. As she stood up to grab another item from the sink I found myself looking at her ass…force of habit I guess. She returned with a pen and poked a hole in the tape covering my mouth. As she grabbed the funnel I put two and two together and started struggling which simply caused more pain on my wrists. She grabbed my hair and held it tight. The funnel was inserted into the hole. I still held out hope that what I though was coming was wrong, but as she placed her pussy lips on the edge of the funnel there was no question of her intent. I could smell her now…she was as excited…her breathing was heavy. I could only see the top of her pubic hair as the funnel obstructed the rest, I would never see the piss coming. I heard it though, and it came in a torrent. So fast it overflowed and started running down the middle of my breasts. It also hit my throat…sickly warm and strong. I started gagging but quickly assessed that if I threw up it would make everything worse, so I swallowed.

She was pleased with that and hummed in approval. The funnel was still overflowing and it spilled over the other way this time, up my nose into my eyes. I wildly thrashed and threw her off like a bronco throwing off a rider. She angrily slapped my face.

“NO!”

She was able to shut off her flow instantly and left the room. I started to cry, partly to get the sting out of my eyes and partly because of the panic from my situation. This woman was capable of anything. She returned with a mason jar and stood over me.

“So you don’t like it in your eyes, eh?”

She started pissing in the jar but there wasn’t much left. I figured she was going to pour that in the funnel but she returned to the sink and began rummaging through the drawers.

Finding the item she was looking for, she reached her hand in the jar, and sucked up some of the piss…with an eyedropper. The piss filled eyedropper might as well have been a knife as she moved over to my head and grabbed my face with her free hand. She cradled my head with her arm and used her fingers to stretch and hold my eye open. The drops felt like acid as she unloaded the piss into my stinging eye. I cried out in muffled pain and realized she was rubbing hard against me. This is what she needed…my crying in pain as she brought herself closer and closer.

After the eyedropper was emptied, she quickly ripped off the tape from my mouth, which brought a new set of agonies and pushed her wet pussy against my mouth. At first I resisted but then thought perhaps the faster she came the faster she would leave me. I pushed my tongue against her clit and licked it diligently. Soon she was pressing harder and harder and finally her release was at hand. I closed my eyes as I had no idea what she might do as she came but she simply let go of my head. She wobbled for a second as she regained her composure, and looked down at me smiling.

“Still thirsty?”

I shook my head no.