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She rose on unsteady legs from her cot and made her way to the metal toilet. She winced at its cool embrace of her rump and relieved that pressure urging at her back door. She buried her face into her open palms at the humiliating sound of her pushing all that cum out. It seemed to be amplified to obscene levels by the metal bowl she was forced to dump it into.
She collapsed back onto her cot still feeling the thick slime clinging between the cheeks of her ass. The shame she felt recalling the pleasure being used like that tormented her. How badly she wished to recall the man's face, so the next time she saw him, she would make him pay.
The loud sound of claws clicking at metal disrupts her thoughts and she rolls over half expecting to see some horror lurking her in the cell. The slot had been left open, it was no larger than a hand width and she saw a pair of orange furred paws too large for any dog. The sounds of it lapping up her fluids assaulted her ears.
It knocked the bowls aside and shoved its snout against the small opening chuffing loudly and licking its slavering chops. Her heart raced seeing its thick tongue stroking over its furred muzzle and for a brief moment, she actually debated pressing her sex up against that small window just to see what it would feel like.
Thankfully it stopped before her own perverted curiosity got the best of her. She blew out a deep sigh and rolled over again to face the wall. She was trying to ignore the steady pulsing she was feeling between her legs just thinking about that tongue going to town on her like it did with that bowl. It took a lot of unsexy thoughts before she finally bored herself to sleep once more, tomorrow was another day.
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