The futanari sadist, known only as Mistress, swept into the dimly lit bathroom with a smirk on her face. Her heels clicked against the tile floor as she surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the cowering figure of the boy with a foreskin.
"Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice dripping with disdain. "Look what we have here. A little spermbank and toilet all in one."
The boy flinched at her words, but said nothing. Mistress approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She reached down, grabbing his foreskin and giving it a painful tug.
"Is this thing even functional?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
The boy whimpered, but said nothing. Mistress laughed, releasing his foreskin.
"I didn't think so." She reached into her pants, pulling out her massive cock. "Lucky for you, I have something that is."
She grabbed the boy's head, forcing him to take her cock into his mouth. He gagged, but she didn't care. She thrust her hips, fucking his mouth roughly.
"That's it, spermbank," she said, her voice taunting. "Suck it like the little toilet you are."
She pulled out of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting her cock to his lips. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with disgust. "Being used like a toilet."
The boy didn't respond, but she could see the fear in his eyes. She laughed, standing up.
"I'm going to cum in you now, spermbank," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "And then I'm going to stomp on your little balls, just to remind you of your place."
She grabbed his head, forcing him to look at her.
"Do you understand, spermbank?" she asked, her voice filled with malice. "Do you understand that you are nothing more than a toilet to me?"
The boy nodded, tears streaming down his face. Mistress laughed, cumming in his mouth. He gagged, but she didn't care. She pulled out of his mouth, wiping her cock on his face.
"Good boy," she said, her voice filled with disgust.
She grabbed his balls, squeezing them roughly.
"And now, for the grand finale," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She lifted her foot, her heel coming down on his balls with a sickening crunch.
The boy screamed, but she didn't care. She ground her heel into his balls, reveling in the pain she was causing.
"You're nothing but a spermbank and a toilet," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "And now, you're my little bitch."
She released his balls, stepping back. She grabbed a spiked chastity belt, fastening it around his waist.
"This will remind you of your place," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "And now, I'm going to fuck you like the little toilet you are."
She grabbed his hips, forcing him onto his hands and knees. She positioned herself behind him, her cock pressing against his ass.
"This is going to hurt," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "But you're a toilet, so you're used to pain, right?"
She thrust into him, causing him to scream in pain. She laughed, grabbing his hair.
"That's it, toilet," she said, her voice filled with amusement. "Take it like the little bitch you are."
She fucked him roughly, her hips slapping against his ass. She could feel his pain, but she didn't care. She was in control, and he was nothing more than a toilet to her. And she was going to use him like one.
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