At long last, the two women rose from Jen’s back. No sooner had they done so did Jen collapse onto the ground. As the two runners took off, still chatting with each other as they jogged, Jen’s vision became blurry, and she felt incredibly light headed. Exhausted beyond compare, both mentally and physically, Jen felt herself passing out. For a moment, she was terrified at the thought of people using her unconscious body, but exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she couldn’t resist as her vision went dark.
“Well well well...” Jen awoke to the sound of a nasally, irritating voice. It took her a moment to recognize it, but when she did, dread filled her.
“K-Kyle?” Sure enough when Jen’s vision returned, she was staring into Kyle’s smug face. As she slowly regained her bearings, she noticed she was still naked. She lifted her arms to covering herself, but found she was still very weak. Even the act of raising her arms was tiring, though she did manage to cover her breasts. Not that Kyle hadn’t already seen them while she was unconscious.
She took in her surroundings. She was indoors, in a messy room with comic books and action strewn across the floor, and vintage movie posters covering the walls. “Welcome to Casa de Kyle.” The smug little nerd said. Jen rolled her eyes. Even when he had absolute power over her he still managed act like a dweeb. Suddenly, the horrifying realization sunk in for Jen. Kyle could do whatever he wanted to her, and she would be powerless to stop it. And unlike the others who had used her, he would be completely aware of what he was doing.
“Listen, Kyle...” Jen said, hating how meek and tired her voice sounded. “I’m real sorry about-“
“Of course you’re sorry now.” Kyle cut her off, anger replacing his smugness. He regained his composure. “But hey, that’s why you’re here, so you can pay me back for all the hell you put me through.” He rubbed his hands together maliciously. “How lucky that I found all tuckered out in the park. I think its time a I made you useful.”
Jen swallowed hard, panic running through her tired body. “Now where to start...” Kyle said, mockingly tapping his foot and resting his finger on his chin. Then he snapped his fingers. “I know!” He smiled darkly. “Our toilet upstairs has been broken all week.”
Oh no, Jen thought to herself.
“And I’ve been drinking water all day...”
No please, anything but that. “Kyle...” Jen started, but he was already unzipping his pants. Soon, his dick was out and inches away from Jen’s face. She was surprised to see it wasn’t as small as she had always assumed. But she didn’t have long to think about it before his cock was pushing her lips apart and Kyle shoved his member deep into Jen’s mouth. He started getting hard almost immediately, but Jen knew she wasn’t in for a blowjob.
She feebly tried to push Kyle’s dick out her mouth with her tongue, but that only made him harder. She pushed against his waist with her hands, but her weak shove had no effect. She was powerless to stop what came next.
Kyle let out a contented sigh as a warm liquid began to fill Jen’s mouth. It came fast and steady, urine filling up her mouth until her cheeks bulged. Jen couldn’t swallow or spit it out, and could only sit there on the floor as Kyle filled her mouth with his piss.
After a few seconds that felt like a few hours, Kyle pulled his still hard cock out of Jen’s mouth. As he zipped up his pants, he stared and smiled at Jen, letting her sit there with a mouthful of his pee, letting the taste seep into her tongue. Then he leaned down and pulled on Jen’s ear. Jen felt her throat contract, and like a flushing toilet, she swallowed every last gulp of the urine. She felt the warm liquid travel down her throat and into her stomach, where it joined the other objects that had been forced down there over the course of this awful day.
As she sat there, violated and embarrassed, delirious from exhaustion, a sudden thought entered her mind. “Hey Kyle,” she said weakly, the sickly taste still filling her mouth.
“What?” Kyle said nonchalantly, no doubt preoccupied with coming up with Jen’s next degrading task.
Jen smiled weakly. “Transform or dare?”