Putty of Karola
Copyright© 2026 by BrazoJapa
Chapter 11: The Tongue Bath
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: The Tongue Bath - On the planet Karola, where only women exist, sex is forbidden... Will Putty, a completely depraved sex offender, suffer the consequences of her actions? WARNING: Contains extreme scatology!
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Fiction Crime Aliens Orgy Black Female Analingus Bestiality Enema Fisting Lactation Pregnancy Scatology Squirting Water Sports Clergy Foot Fetish Public Sex
Alexa left the farm in Xotaville slipping and sliding in the puddles of her own vomit that leaked from her gaping asshole, legs still shaky, her entire body covered in yellowish slime.
Her black dress was torn, the stench of hot vomit clung to her skin. She could barely walk straight, stumbling on the soft dirt with her arms out to keep balance. Step by step, slow and unsteady, she dragged herself from the house to where her black armored car was waiting.
Iza, her personal assistant, stood by the driver’s door: 20 years old, flawless white skin, short black hair with straight bangs. Her skinny body wore a green blouse with long black sleeves, an extremely short green micro-skirt, a sleeveless white coat left open, black shoes, and thigh-high nylon stockings. The tight fabric clearly outlined the lips of her pussy.
Only when Alexa staggered closer did Iza see the state her mistress was in. Her green eyes flashed with immediate fury and her fists clenched, green nails almost digging into her palms. She was already mentally calculating how she would destroy everyone inside that house.
Alexa weakly raised her hand and said in a hoarse voice: — No, Iza. Get in the car. Drive ... now!
Iza hesitated for a second but obeyed. She opened the rear door with a precise movement and helped Alexa inside. The mistress collapsed onto the leather seat, body trembling. Iza closed the door, walked around the vehicle, and sat in the driver’s seat. The engine purred softly. She accelerated without looking back, tires kicking up dust on the dirt road.
The trip back to Gozopolis was silent. Iza drove at 140 km/h on the narrow road, eyes fixed ahead, hands steady on the wheel. Alexa, in the back seat, breathed heavily, body shaking with weakness and rage. Vomit still dripped from her ass, soaking the leather. Iza glanced in the rearview mirror every ten seconds, checking on her mistress.
They arrived at the main Alexa Corp building — a 60-story tower of black steel and glass, illuminated by cold blue lights. Iza parked in the private underground garage, got out quickly, opened the door, and helped Alexa out. The mistress leaned on her, arm around her shoulders.
They took the private elevator straight to the 50th floor. When the doors opened, Peggy was there at the office reception: short, skinny, with short curly blonde hair, huge round glasses, an extremely short pink dress, almost childish pink shoes, and frilly white socks.
She saw Alexa in that state and covered her mouth, exclaiming in her shrill, nasal, high-pitched voice:
— Miss Alexaah ... what happeneeed?
Iza, in her cold, monotone voice: — Cancel all meetings for the day. No one enters the office. No one.
Peggy blinked nervously, her voice rising even higher at the end of her sentences: — Do you need helpaah? I can help if you waaant...
Iza slowly turned her face, green eyes icy: — If I ever need anyone to help my mistress, it would be better if I died first.
Peggy took a step back and swallowed hard with an audible gulp. Iza walked past her, leading Alexa down the hallway to the double doors of the office. She closed them with a sharp click.
Inside, the office was minimalist and cold: smoked glass walls, a massive black desk, a white leather sofa, and a gray velvet daybed.
Iza laid Alexa down on the daybed with extreme care, as if handling porcelain. She adjusted pillows under her head, removed her shoes, folded the torn dress and placed it on the floor.
Alexa was now naked, her pale body covered in fresh vomit, her asshole still open and leaking brownish-yellow slime. Iza knelt beside the daybed, hands on her mistress’s thighs.
— I’m going to clean you now.
Alexa took a deep breath and said nothing.
Iza started with the face. She leaned in slowly, tongue extended. She licked her bald head, her forehead, then down her cheeks, cleaning the vomit that ran across her skin.
She reached Alexa’s lips, gently opened her mouth with her fingers, and shoved her tongue deep inside, sucking out the vomit still there. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue in her mistress’s throat, extracting every drop.
— Mmmh ... your vomit tastes like hot acid ... I’m going to suck deeper now...
Alexa moaned softly, her body trembling slightly.
Iza continued sucking, pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, scraping the insides of her cheeks. The hot, acidic taste filled her mouth. She sucked even deeper, her tongue reaching the back of the throat, drawing out thick gulps of residual vomit.
— It’s sliding down my throat ... I’m going to clean every corner of your mouth ... mmmh...
Alexa’s throat worked against the invasion of Iza’s tongue.
Iza kept going. She saw thick strands of phlegm mixed with vomit dripping from Alexa’s nostrils. She brought her nose close, took a deep sniff, then pulled the strands into her mouth with suction. They stretched like thick strands of honey.
Iza sucked, pulled, and swallowed. She stayed there for long minutes, cleaning the nostrils until they were dry, her tongue plunging deep into the nasal passages.
— Your phlegm is thick and salty ... aah ... I’ll pull it slowly so I don’t hurt you...
Alexa arched her neck, her nostrils flaring from the smell and suction.
Iza pushed her tongue even deeper, sucking the strands forming at the back of the nasal cavity. The strings stretched and fell into her mouth. She licked the inner walls, cleaning every wet, sticky corner.
— The smell inside your nostrils ... so strong ... I’m drinking everything that drips out ... ohh...
Alexa squirmed with pleasure at the sensation of her phlegm being sucked out.
Iza moved down to the neck, licking every inch, cleaning the vomit that ran down. She reached the breasts.
Alexa’s nipples were hard, leaking thin milk. Iza took one into her mouth, sucking hard, swirling her tongue around the bud. Milk flowed into her mouth. She sucked like a hungry baby, alternating between both breasts.
— Your milk is flowing slowly ... mmmh ... sucking your nipples ... ahh...
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