The Convention
Copyright© 2023 by Desolation Arts
Chapter 4
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The Foundation holds its annual client convention, and a week of obscene debauchery begins. Evan learns his membership status may be in jeopardy. He schemes of ways to secure his position, desperate to keep the lust filled benefits of Foundation membership, but he only has until the end of the week to do it.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Sadistic Torture Anal Sex Oral Sex Public Sex
Evan pushed through the curtain just as Mantessa was entering a stall. He went into the stall adjacent to hers. Bathrooms were co-ed at The Foundation each object toilet separated by a plastic divider like a typical stall. He could hear faint whimpers coming from the next stall, was she crying, was it that bad between them? He figured he might as well piss while he waited. It was best to give Mantessa some time to collect herself.
Naturally, The Foundation toilets were of a special design. An object slave was bound in a position like the slaves bound for the female members on the stage. Their mouths pointing upward, held open with a ring gag and at the perfect height for a man to piss in. The women would have to straddle the slave, but the process worked either way. Slaves were usually used for toilets as a punishment for some transgression. This one was for pissing, but they had facilities for shitting as well. He shuddered to think what those slaves had done to be used for that purpose.
He relieved himself in the slave’s mouth. Her brow furrowing and nostrils flaring as his piss bounced off her face and she struggled to swallow before she choked. God, he almost couldn’t finish as his cock began to stiffen at the image. Stay focused, he had a job to do and it sounded like Mantessa was finishing up.
He zipped up and met her at the sink. “Hello, is everything ok,” he said, gently.
Mantessa was the physical opposite of Viperella. She was about five feet tall, had a pair of tiny tits and a narrow curve less figure. She had short, dyed red hair, and if you looked at her in regular street clothes you might mistake her for a boy. Despite her boyish figure her Foundation outfit was no less revealing than any of the other women. She wore a garment made up almost entirely of leather straps. They wrapped around the girl’s lithe bony form, crisscrossing her back and chest with two small triangles of leather covering each nipple. The straps then connected to a belt and another tiny triangle hung down in front barely covering her pussy. The triangle narrowed into a string and disappeared between her ass cheeks and connected to the belt in the rear. He had to admit she did have a tight little cute ass to make up for some of what she lacked.
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