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“Mmmph!” Loona the hellhound groaned in agony as she desperately chugged more and more of that bitter, disgusting piss.
“Not having fun, are you, pervert~?” Brynn the snow leopard chuckled, holding her massive, hard, ten-inch cock with one paw, aiming it at the funnel leading into Loona’s mouth and pissing, nice, hard, and fast, her current golden and bitter. She smirked, enjoying the sight of the urinal slave.
Loona was always a very kinky resident of Hell, one who just couldn’t help but love doing extremely disgusting and even painful things just to get off. Usually, she’d just do it with one partner, in bed, consensual and safe; there was no room for harm, for things to go wrong or go too far.
Recently, she’d received an offer to work at a nightclub in the human world for one night, a place called Club Clover, located in the uptown area of Misteria University. She got a few offers - she could be a stripper or a pole dancer, much more normal, safe positions… but there were some other options. Dirtier, much more painful options. A fucktoy to be rented out, a fleshlight with her ass sticking out of a hole in a wall for anyone to use, a torture slave for her cock and balls to both be relentlessly beaten and mangled, a living trash can to swallow people’s trash… even a toilet slave for the bathrooms, where she could be tied up for even weeks at a time and fed nothing but waste. However, none of those quite spoke to her like another option.
The description for the “Urinal Slave” was as follows: “Be tied up on the floor all night, with a funnel in your mouth, and drink the piss of all guests until the club closes. Warning: safety not guaranteed. Once you have started, you are not permitted to leave or move until the night is over.”
Once she read that, her fuzzy black and white tail began swaying excitedly, her white-furred cock getting very hard. It was the perfect position for her - so degrading, so humiliating, so much piss drinking! She’d be just like a real urinal, being used all night.
Now that she was actually experiencing it, she was having regrets.
Normally, Loona was a very graceful-looking hellhound, with black and white fur, a well-groomed tail, a head of long white hair, soft black paws, and a spiked collar around her neck. However, this night was destroying any majestic quality within or on her.
She kneeled on the dirty carpeted floor, thighs and calves wrapped together with leather belts so that they couldn’t unbend, her arms tied behind her back, her bright-red eyes looking meek and pained. Normally, she wore very goth or emo makeup, with lots of mascara especially, but as tears streamed down her face, her mascara streaked down too, making her look like a complete wreck.
A big tube was stuck in her mouth, going right down into her throat, even visibly bulging out of her neck. Another belt was tied to her snout to make it so her mouth was forced onto that tube - no chance of her opening it a bit to try and dislodge it. That clear, plastic tube led to a big funnel, which guests had been peeing in all night, streaming out tons and tons of alcohol-ridden piss, tasting strong and gross.
Her ass sat on top of a block of wood, with a long, one and a half-foot long dildo stuck all the way up her hole - she was forced onto it; it was far too big, it didn’t fit at all, but the moment it was inside of her, she wasn’t allowed to change a thing, being tied down.
And she loved it.
Every single moment was like Heaven to her. The beatings, the abuse, the bondage, the names that the guests were calling her, the piss constantly draining down her throat and filling her stomach like the reservoir below a toilet, everything was so, so amazing. She couldn’t leave, but at the same time, she didn’t want to. She regretted her decision a little, and was worried about suffering some serious, permanent consequences of all this abuse, but there was nothing she could do, so she decided to just enjoy it all as much as she could. The tears that ruined her makeup were all from the sheer taste of the salty alcohol-ridden piss, not from actual sadness. She was so happy to gulp down load after load of piss while being degraded by the customers around her.
Her tail swung happily behind her, the one part of her body that was free to move. “Wow~ Really enjoying yourself, aren’t you, urinal slut~?” Brynn laughed, smirking, still pissing into Loona’s funnel; she’d been releasing her load for a full minute already - she’d been purposefully chugging beer and alcohol so she could release as much in the urinal slave as possible. “Don’t worry, there’s a lot more where that came from~” She laughed again. Brynn was a student at Misteria, an infamous bully who had turned more than one nerd into a urinal, willing or unwilling, even letting them choke on her piss if they weren’t adequate. Her fur was fuzzy and soft, a white color with black circles dotted all around, her cylinder tail swaying behind her. Her voice was lustful and deep; she wasn’t slurring her words, but she did have a slight, rosy blush on her cheeks.
“Mmph!” Loona responded happily, wincing in disgust, her tail still wagging. She opened her eyes wide, looking into the leopard’s gaze, feeling so low and dirty before her; this was her favorite guest yet.
“Come on, can’t you chug faster than that~?” Piss overflowed out of the funnel; Brynn was going too fast, apparently. It dropped and splattered on the floor, some landing on the leopard’s bare feet, though she didn’t care. She pointed her cock up and started pissing right on Loona’s face, soaking her white fur with golden urine right between her eyes, making her squint them shut. “Go on, swallow it all up, toilet dog~ Don’t make me waste it~”
Loona gulped, faster and faster, desperate to clear the funnel. She couldn’t let Brynn’s bitter, disgusting urine go to waste! She wanted it all right down her throat; she needed to be a good urinal for the leopard. “That’s more like it~” Brynn reverted her stream to the funnel, quickly filling it again, as Loona kept chugging.
“You sure do seem thirsty~ I think I have a little idea~” Brynn grabbed a bottle full of vodka off a nearby toilet and started pouring it into the funnel along with her piss. “There we go~ Be a good girl and keep drinking~”
Loona’s eyes widened. That was going to feel terrible… but still, she kept going! As she swallowed, the piss suddenly got way more spicy and hot, each gulp feeling hard and painful, and so, so bitter. It was like she was swallowing cups of broken glass, absolutely horrible, and the alcohol quickly got her very intoxicated. Instead of nulling the pain at all, it just made her feel lightheaded and weak; she still gulped, nice and fast, and her worries and fears all melted away. Any chance of her resisting, of trying to escape, was flushed down the toilet with that vodka being introduced to her system. She couldn’t even think coherently enough to consider rebelling.
“God, what a hopeless slut~ Look at how your tail is wagging. I should take you home and make you my permanent urinal~” Brynn chuckled, wiping her piss-soaked foot off Loona’s thigh. “Poor, poor toilet slut~ You know, I bet they told you that you’re done when they close, right? Let me let you in on a little secret.” She smiled sinisterly. “They never close. It’s open 24/7~ And even if they have to close for an emergency, there’s no chance that they’re going to give two shits about the urinal in the corner who’s still tied up~” She laughed, sadism heavy in her voice. “Well, good luck, slut - I’ll be back to use you more later if you aren’t dead by then~”
And so, Brynn walked off… and the long line that had filled behind her started using the urinal, filling Loona with even more piss.
And yet, she still loved it. Even after hearing that she’d be stuck there possibly forever… it just made her so much more aroused. That feeling might fade soon, and instead be replaced with panic, fear, dread, and despair… but who cares? At that moment, she was the happiest urinal in the world. A urinal, right - that’s all she was now; just a urinal.
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