Dropout

Dropout

By Mercy Belle

The torrent of changes and shocks that Daniel was going through, along with his sleep and food deprivation were forcing his mind to go through a brutal change, mostly aligned to the path that he was being forced on by both external and internal factors.

He was too weak and tired to go against it and too attracted and excited not to long for it. He had gone past worrying about any possible implications and let himself get overwhelmed by the euphoric lust that the girls seemed to be unwillingly feeding him.

He was ready for whatever next step they had in mind for him and was restlessly walking down random streets, waiting to be called back home.

Huh, home! I never thought I'd call a place like that home. I've never been more tired or hungry in my life. And yet... He finished his train of thoughts glancing down at the grocery bags that he had purchased earlier before. He didn't have much money left. He was out for two hours now and there was still no sign from either one of his mistresses.

He decided to head back home and just wait outside the block, if needed, but luck had it that he got Tia's text on his way there.

He entered the apartment and instantly dropped to his knees, noticing both Tia and Monique resting on the kitchen barstools.

He approached them, still on his knees, and tried handing them over the bags.

"What are you doing?" Tia asked him, surprised and annoyed.

Daniel looked up to her, shocked, missing what he'd done wrong. After a few seconds of silence, Monique chipped in:

"Put it in the fridge, dummy? I noticed you're a bit thick, but get it through your head that you're our slave. In VERY broad terms, that means you do the hard work, ok? Sounds logical enough for you to pick up on other similar stuff, without us having to tell you again?" she asked, with an expectant gaze.

Daniel noticed Tia shifting slightly when Monique said "our slave", but had no time to think about it at that time.

"Of course!" he replied, ashamed.

Now it was Monique's turn to look at him angrily, but Daniel caught on quickly enough to fix his mistake.

"Goddess." he added.

Once again, Tia seemed as if annoyed by his response and this time she actually got up, grabbed Daniel's hair and pulled him along with her, towards their bedroom, while telling Monique, without looking back:

"Give us a few minutes, ok?"

Once in their room, she closed the door behind her, pushed Daniel on his back, swiftly removed her pants and planted her pussy in his mouth, while saying:

"Listen here, you mutt! I am the one that broke you and I am the one that keeps you that way! You are not her slave and she is not your goddess! You can call her Mistress or...ah, Princess, I guess..." she would trail off, as Daniel would vividly suck on her pussy, causing her to lose herself in the process. Quickly after, she realized what happened and tried regaining some composure, in order to finish her instruction.

"So...Ah! Be...careful what you call...her!" she would try insisting, while inadvertently moaning every now and then. But she really wanted to set him straight, so she got up from his mouth and repositioned her asshole on top of it.

"Lick." she ordered, after letting the weight of her entire body down on his head, while her asscheeks would envelop his face.

Daniel had never licked an asshole before, but anilingus was one of his towering fantasies, so he wasted no time in thrusting his tongue up her asshole, only to be welcomed by the putrid taste of shit which, despite however foul and stenching, he found invigorating, given the situation that he was in. He was literally living more of his fantasies at the same time and having Divinity Tia's shit in his mouth was only driving him nuts with desire. In his sexual devotion, he was actually feeling honored to be put into that position. And the relish with which he was ardently cleaning her dirty asshole with his mouth made Tia grin with confidence, being now in much more control of her mind and thoughts. Having her asshole generously extend itself beyond the border of his teeth, entering his mouth, at the penetration of his tongue, she continued:

"I am your only master. Lending you out to Monique only happens when and how I allow it. You are to listen to most of what she asks of you, as long as it does not go against me. What that means, you will learn in time. For now, it is enough that you mind your appellations and prioritize whatever I demand over what she does, is that clear?" she asked.

He nodded, although the weight of her body combined with the rubbing of his head against the floor made the entire movement painful, but he was overwhelmed with ecstasy and bliss, being finally able to taste Tia's shit, after he'd envisioned it so many times, while she would so brashly sit on his mouth.

She could feel his excitement in her crotch and feeling overconfident over how he'd put up with all of her demeaning demands, she strained slightly before puffing his cheeks.

Daniel wasn't sure if it was an accident or not, but he pervertedly welcomed her fart's pungent smell and taste in his mouth, not believing his mind that this entire episode was happening. His cock got hardened at her question:

"What do you have to say, slave?" she asked cocky, fixing his eyes between her legs, from above.

Daniel did not know if she was referring to the entire set of rules that she had laid out or if she was actually expecting him to humiliate himself further, but when she raised herself off of his head, in order to allow a response, his cock led him to choose validating her latest depravity, by answering:

"Thank you, Mistress."

She lowered her asshole back down into his mouth, which he gratefully started sucking on, seeking the remains that her fart might have left inside her rose.

Tia was delighted by his choice. The only reasons for which she was drilling him so hardly and exaggeratedly was because she was enjoying it and he was allowing it. In fact, the more obedient (or even yearning) he was in front of her increasingly humiliating treatments, the more encouraged she felt to abuse him harder.

"Now, about what Monique and I discussed." she resumed his instruction. "You will be responsible for all of the cleaning, groceries, cooking, while at all times kneeling or on all fours. You will be at our complete disposal and you will naturally massage and clean our feet on each evening. When it comes to me, I will also continue to make sure to save all of my cunt's natural production for your consumption, so you will continue to clean my pussy each and every time before I shower. It helps remind you of your place and worth to me and I find it fun to make you do it."

While her debasing new rules were being laid out, Daniel's head would start aching from being smashed between her body and the floor, but this only allowed his tongue to probe incrementally deeper inside her rectum, which thankfully helped him find new deposits, which he would willingly bring into his mouth, in order to swallow.

Her words were only deepening his current state of mind, stepping down mercilessly on whatever chances he might have gotten for breaking his trance.

"And you know what? Seeing how lustingly you sucked my asshole clean, I think you might just do a great job at cleaning that, as well, from now on." she informed him.

The depravity of it all coupled with the pressure from the now changed pair of jeans that he got, made him ejaculate once again, which shifted partly his perception over what he was doing. Although he did not orgasm in many days, having done it twice so quickly significantly dulled his desire.

All of the sudden, this (undoubtedly beautiful) girl was sitting with her asshole inside his mouth, describing how he will basically have to lick all traces of her excretions off of her body, simply because he was worth shit and she had fun doing it, realizing more pronouncedly for the first time the deeply humiliating position that she was putting him into. He couldn't help but feel ashamed and doubt if it was really a good decision to go along with all of it. But her unflinching throning over his mouth, while she would continue to describe his demeaning new role in life quickly reignited his lust, albeit not as intensely as before. However, it was enough to allow him to still enjoy her abuse, while clearly not enough for another full hard-on, let alone another orgasm.

"And you will definitely go nowhere soon. Oh and, yeah, you are moving out of my bedroom. Monique and I both agreed that the place where you will be the least bother for us will be the bathroom."

She started clenching her asshole around his tongue and coarsely asked:

"Did you suck my asshole clean of all the shit?"

He nodded and she asked again, with her eyes closed, tilting her head back, drunk with power:

"What do you have to say?"

"Thnkuplnces" could be barely heard coming from inside and around her asshole, but it was enough to satisfy her, given that she gave him no respite to answer this time.

"Good." she purred, still lost in the bliss of abusing someone so unabatedly, however she might have wickedly felt like.

Although things were rapidly spiraling out of control, Daniel could not have wanted a better fate, sexually speaking, especially when she was using him so insolently. His dream, however, was short lived, as she got off of his mouth and ordered him:

"Into the bathroom you go. You can rest by the toilet." especially choosing the place as yet another humiliating factor into deepening the lack of consideration that they all seemed to have for him, including himself.

"Yes, Mistress." he obediently replied and shuffled on all fours to reach for the bathroom and try out his new resting spot.

Having returned to the kitchen, Tia let Monique know that she had instructed Daniel over what they had previously discussed and chose to do it in private, because she also needed him for some sexual relief. While not necessarily wanting to give any new ideas to Monique, as that would only occupy more of Daniel's time (which was hers to fill with chores), she had to avoid mentioning that she did not want a split ownership of Daniel, since she was still the landlord of the apartment. She feared provoking a strong reaction, so she decided to play it safe and just tell her that story, while making sure in private to strengthen and extend her own control over her slave. She'd always wanted one, always dreamed of having someone handle all the tiring, boring and frustrating parts of her life and she was not about to lose this opportunity, just because he just so happened to enter her life under these circumstances. Sooner or later she will make sure to distance herself and her slave from Monique. But for now, she was stuck in this situation. At least she got her old room entirely back to herself now.

"It's so good to actually turn this loser into a slave, don't you think?" Monique would ask Tia, radiating with excitement at the idea of this actually being possible.

The fact that Monique would already express her excitement over controlling Daniel frustrated Tia, but she put up an equally happy front and replied:

"Yeah, our lives are about to get so much better now."

The two girls continued giggling and discussing potential new ways of taking advantage of their newly-instated slave, while their boytoy would get accustomed to his new place.

After about an hour of waiting seated on the cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor, Daniel was surprised when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. They eventually lead to the door, which revealed Tia, once opened. She wouldn't even acknowledge him, but instead turned around, dropped her pants, along with her panties, sat down on the toilet and started peeing right there, next to him.

Daniel gulped with consternation and desire, but dared say nothing, knowing that it would probably upset her to be disturbed in a moment like that. However, he couldn't help but feel even more degraded by the casual way in which he was treated just as any other item from that bathroom, without being paid any attention to, unworthy of any consideration or respect.

She finished, wiped her pussy once and threw the used toilet paper into the bowl. After pulling up her pants, she washed her hands and left the bathroom without flushing the toilet.

Daniel was unsure of both if this was intentional or not and also if he should take care of it or refrain from doing it. He decided that it was best to leave things as they were, for the time being, despite the growingly pungent smell of piss that would start enveloping the room.

"Did you do it?" Monique asked excitedly.

"Of course." answered Tia nonchalantly.

"Oooooh, he is such a big loser! I can't believe he takes all of this stuff! What a weirdo! But, fuck it, I'm having fun seeing lowly fucks like him get what they deserve." Monique continued.

"Oh, I know, me too!" her flatmate replied.

"I am curious about how long it will take him to flush the toilet." Monique wondered mischievously.

"Hah! That is if he will flush it, in the first place." Tia replied, while laughing.

"Why wouldn't he do it?"

"Oh, I don't know. Why did he accept to live under a desk? Why is he licking our feet clean? Maybe he is a weirdo, a fetishist, or something, I don't know. But since I lied to him that I have him on camera, I am pretty sure that he will play nice and obedient, either way. The look on his face, when I told him, was beyond shock or horror. He definitely would not want something like this to get out. So, weirdo or not, as long as I can fuck him up, I'm happy." she concluded, heading for her room.

Monique remained in the kitchen, pondering the new situation and Daniel's psyche. She was also glad to be able to toy around with him without restraint, but couldn't help feeling curious about what was driving him or how he was perceiving the entire thing. However, she wasn't about to start questioning him, as that would have resembled remorse or even empathy and knew that it would have altered their newly-formed relationship. She was too selfish and spoiled to give up the chance of mindlessly abusing a willing individual, so she put the thoughts to rest and went to her room, as well, in order to go on with her life.

Daniel was in a tough spot. While excited to be able to witness the girls during their most private moments, he also knew that he had to start work soon. He was already kneeling on the bathroom floor for three hours by then and he had to start and get ready. Just when he was about to get up and sneak out of the bathroom, the door opened and Monique entered.

"Eeeeewww, slave, don't you know how to flush?!" she would ask, disgusted at the smell that welcomed her, while pinching her own nose.

Daniel's expression widened with shock and, while aware that he had not been directly instructed to do it, decided to own the responsibility, simply because he was completely at their mercy and had no other choice:

"I am sorry, Mistress!" he would apologize, while bowing down to the floor in shame.

After a few seconds of holding his position and waiting for a response or something, Monique almost yelled:

"Well do it, already!!"

He sprung up on his knees to flush the toilet and then got back to his assigned spot.

"Jesus, it reeks like a public bathroom, fuck!" Monique would complain, while unbuttoning her pants, in order to undress them and sit down on the toilet.

The sound that her pee was making, when splashing against the toilet bowl would weirdly excite Daniel, who was pre-wired (by his own repeated associated orgasms) to find interest in this side of women's lives.

"Didn't you go shopping earlier today?" Monique suddenly asked him, while holding an empty toilet roll in one of her hands.

"Yes, Miss." he replied obediently.

"Did you forget to buy toilet paper?" she asked, already annoyed by the possibility.

Daniel froze. No one had told him to get toilet paper. Then again, the last few days taught him that this wouldn't have mattered in the slightest when it came to him.

"I am sorry, Miss, I...I was not aware." he said, not knowing what else to do.

Monique sighed, still resting her plump asscheeks on the toilet seat, and let her head down in disappointment.

"You have annoyed me so many times, Daniel, ever since you moved in. I didn't know you to be such a pain in the ass when I met you in class."

Daniel kept silent, aware of the vulnerable position that he was in. He was going to accept anything that was about to happen, still not preferring the alternative of starting a new life elsewhere.

"You watch TV, although I tell you the room is off limits, you keep Tia's piss to rot in the toilet bowl, as if that is normal or it helps anyone and now...this?! What are you, a brat? Are you actively looking to annoy me?" she continued, more and more frustrated as she talked.

Daniel started fearing a little the turn that things were taking. Her reproaches were superficial, to say the least, as he was anything but a bother, since he moved in, basically taking over all of the house responsibilities, but he understood that she wanted to take out her frustrations on him and, willing or not, he had to endure it.

"You know what? You REALLY need to be taught a lesson and I was thinking that, since you love that stinking, dirty pee so much as to use MY fucking bathroom as an infusion fucking kit for your depraved fetishes, you might as well lick my pussy clean also." she concluded, visibly satisfied with her idea, as if curious to what he will have to say.

Daniel was fighting a losing battle and he knew it ever since he was forced to sleep under that desk, but thankfully she was right and he was actually turned on by such things, so he tried hiding his excitement, while kneeling closer to her, in order to fulfill his new task.

Oh my fucking god, he's doing it! I can't believe he's actually doing it, fuck, do I let him? Monique would ask herself worriedly, as Daniel would slowly stick his head in between her legs.

Perverted fucking dork, are you actually going to slurp piss off of my cunt, you weirdo?!

Her unasked question got answered positively, when he used his puckered lips to collect the first droplet of piss that he could identify on her pussy, allowing his tongue to graze at her organ, in order to collect some more. This initial motion soon turned into him pulling all of her cunt into his mouth, while using his tongue to wipe in between all of the foldings of her pussy, constantly swallowing the pungent salty, bitter taste that shocked him, but not enough to make him forget what was at stake. While fantasies rarely resemble their real-life manifestations, Daniel was a fast learner and putting up with swallowing such a foul-tasting liquid, especially given the minuscule amount, was something that he adapted to quickly, in part motivated by being so close to Monique's pussy, the second woman already that he got to be so personal with, in his life. The context was more than weird, sure, but part of what was happening was really appealing to him and soon enough, her organ was already clean and fresh.

Monique hadn't had someone go down on her in quite some time, as it was mostly her that did the oral usually. As a consequence, she quickly got lost into the bliss that overwhelmed her, not just from the physical stimulation, but also due to how he so meekly complied to the absurd, depraved request that she had never thought would get enacted and only used as means to scare and humiliate him. Never before did anyone dedicate themselves so completely to her, as neither one of her boyfriends even cared about her satisfaction, while they were together. Realizing that not only she could experiment a lot with Daniel, but that he actually looked forward to most of it, made her feel a twisted kind of attachment, similar to the one that she might have felt for a dog. Once again, she shook her head, not wanting to form any kind of bonding with her slave and grabbed his hair firmly, squeezed her thighs around his head and let out a final drib of pee that she still had in.