By: nullmanifest
PART 1
The neon lights of Neo-Eden flickered through the smog-choked skyline, casting eerie pink and purple glows over the towering spires where the Matriarchs ruled. Birds? They had been extinct for decades, replaced by drone swarms that buzzed like angry hornets, scanning for any male who dared step out of line. The world was waking up to another day of female supremacy, the Gynarchy's iron grip tighter than ever, while Jax was collapsing into his charging pod, his body aching from a night of endless servitude.
At a young age, his mother had been executed for harboring "male-sympathizer" thoughts. His father? Long gone, recycled into bio-fuel after failing a loyalty test. The Gynarchy assigned Jax to Matriarch Valeria Voss's household, a high-ranking enforcer in the Fem-Corps. All he ever knew of his parents came from propaganda loops Valeria forced him to watch on repeat: men were obsolete, violent, and only useful as tools. She made sure he never forgot it.
The classification scans did flag him for Consort assignment: high neural plasticity, fast pattern recognition, perfect genetics clean enough for licensed reproduction, libido and obedience scores in the top percentile. Consorts were matched with a Matriarch or elite family, fed real protein, allowed orgasms, soft quarters, and more albeit limited freedoms. A life of intimate service, breeding heirs, and occasional affection, collared, yes, but pampered, allowed sexual privileges , even granted limited holo privileges. A life with sex, a soft bed, and occasional praise.
But her daughters, Lira and Kira, refused to lose their favorite toy. They convinced Valeria to pull some strings with her Fem-Corps connections. She emphasized his small genitalia and doctored his gene-scan to flag him as a "beta," dooming him to forever be the property of the Voss family.
Jax was nothing more than a living drone to Valeria! Fed only nutrient paste from the recyclers! And wore nothing but the shock-collar around his neck and the tiny chastity cage locked on his dick since the day they downgraded him. Clothes were for superior women and real men. Worst of all, Valeria was elite-level wealthy, her credits flowing from the Gynarchy's coffers. She could have upgraded him to a semi-autonomous bot, but why bother? Keeping him human meant more fun in breaking him.
Valeria was ruthless, a complete domineering overlord! But even worse were her two daughters, Lira and Kira. They were clones, engineered two years older than him, and they turned his existence into a nightmare! From the moment they set sight on him, they tormented him with augmented reality games where he was the prey. Now at 18, with them at 20, their games had evolved into something vicious! Valeria would monitor from her holo-screen, laughing as they pushed him to the brink, his vitals spiking red while she sipped synth-wine.
Jax knew nothing but submission, degradation, pain, and endless labor! He stared at the holographic sunrise projected on his pod's wall, the only bit of "freedom" he got each cycle before recharging. The fake light crept up, warming his face as he forced a weak smile. One day, he'd escape this hell, and live in the undergrid! A free life without torment!
He wanted to linger, savor the illusion, but he was drained...
Slowly, he crawled into his pod, a cramped metal tube bolted under the mansion's grav-lift shaft! You could barely kneel inside without hitting the ceiling, but Valeria always bragged about how SHE had requisitioned the parts for it, and how he should be grateful!
Jax curled up on the cold alloy floor, no padding, just a thin electro-mat that zapped him awake at dawn.
Grateful. A mouth full of recycled paste and my own blood. grateful.
He shut his eyes, desperate for a few hours of shutdown. He'd barely powered down for two minutes when the thundering vibrations started above him. It was like hover-tanks rumbling, the shaft groaning and creaking, the whole structure threatening to collapse!
He squeezed his eyes shut, whispering into his neural-link, praying silently... Please leave me alone, please leave me alone, please leave me alone.
His step-sisters' mag-boots pounded down the grav-lift, each drop sending sparks and static raining onto his pod! It felt like a meteor shower slamming in, his tube shaking violently!
"JAX!" Lira barked through the comms!
"JAX! WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS DRONE! WE'RE STARVING!" Kira snarled right after!
Jax's eyes snapped open, his heart jackhammering. They never leave me alone. Never. Never. Never.
He hit the release button, the pod hissing open as he stumbled out into the dim service corridor. The air was thick with the scent of recycled ozone and the faint, acrid hint of what was coming. Lira and Kira floated down the shaft, their sleek bodysuits hugging curves engineered for perfection, anti-grav belts making them look like goddesses descending.
Lira was the taller one, her hair a cascade of glowing blue strands, eyes augmented with predator lenses that pierced right through you. Kira, thicker, hips and thighs engineered for maximum intimidation, lips permanently curled in disgust. They landed with a thud, towering over Jax in his hunched stance.
"About time, bitch-boy," Lira sneered, grabbing his collar. “Mom’s at the Council all day,” Lira said, yanking his shock-collar until his neck burned. “That means you’re ours.”
He shrank. Ours. Ours. Not mine. Never mine again.
“Down!”
The restraint drones forced him to his knees so hard his kneecaps cracked against the tile! Two more fist-sized restraint drones had detached from the ceiling with a high-pitched WHIIIRRRR, slamming invisible force-cuffs around his wrists and ankles the instant his knees hit the floor!
They yanked his arms behind his back and spread his legs just enough to make him wobble, helpless! Lira flicked her wrist and a neon-pink neural lash uncoiled from her belt like a living snake, crackling with blue arcs of pain!
Kira stepped behind him, cracked her own neural lash across his shoulder blades.
CRACKKK!
A searing stripe felt like molten glass poured straight into his nerves! He shrieked, back arching involuntarily!
“Remember last time you were slow, drone?” she hissed, dragging the glowing tip across his spine.
ZZZZAPPPPP!
A white-hot line of pure nerve fire made his whole body jerk and a strangled scream rip out of his throat!
Lira twisted the collar until the inner spikes dug in, hot metal teeth biting his neck! With her free hand she thumbed the remote and the shock-collar pulsed in waves
BZZT… BZZT… BZZT
Each one was stronger, making his vision flash white!
Kira laughed, a sharp, echoing sound. "Yeah, and we're hungry after last night's Sim-party. She cracked her knuckles. “Get to the Kitchen. Now.”
Jax nodded frantically, his collar buzzing a warning shock as he hurried ahead.
The mansion was a labyrinth of chrome and glass, every surface monitored by the eyes of the mansion's AI. As they walked, Kira "accidentally" kicked his ankle, sending him stumbling. "Oops! Watch it, ass-muncher."
They kept teasing and whipping at him down the corridor. Jax felt like the lights were getting too bright. It never ends. And it always gets worse...
In the kitchen, Jax activated the fabricator, his hands trembling as he programmed breakfast protocols. Lira lounged on a hover-stool, crossing her legs and wiggling her booted toes. "Hurry up. And while you're at it, my feet are disgusting after last night." Lira leaned back and kicked one leg up, and "Fix it.”
Jax froze. He knew what that meant. Slowly, he knelt as she peeled off the mag-boot. Instantly the stench hit him: sour, vinegary sweat mixed with salty grime and synth-leather. Jax gagged hard, but dropped to his knees. He took her bare foot, skin hot and slick, and started rubbing. The smell crawled up his nose and sat there like poison. His stomach lurched. The smell. It’s inside me. It never goes away. Never.
Kira leaned against the counter, grinning. “Sniff harder, drone. That’s the closest you’ll ever get to pussy."
The fabricator chimed with breakfast ready. Lira grabbed her tray without looking, shoveling synth-tacos into her mouth while Jax kept working below her.
Lira flexed her toes in his face, spreading them so the thick, cheesy crud between them smeared across his nose.
“Get your tongue in there. Every crease. I danced for six hours straight in those boots. That’s premium toe-jam you’re tasting.”
He hesitated half a second, big mistake! Lira’s neural lash snapped across the sole of his bare foot
ZZZZRRRRTTT!
The pain shot straight up his leg like a lightning bolt in his bones!
“FASTER!”
Another lash across his calves.
CRACK!
Then another.
CRACK!
Each one left invisible welts that throbbed like acid!
Kira crouched, grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at her. “Thank your Mistress for correcting you, slave.”
“Th-thank you Mistress Lira for whipping meeeee!” he sobbed, voice cracking as another lash striped his thigh. Thank you. Thank you. I actually said thank you. I’m gone. I’m already gone.
ZZAPPP!
Tears poured down his face as he frantically scooped the slimy toe-jam into his mouth, gagging and whimpering with every stroke of his tongue!
His tongue slid between her big toe and the next, scooping out a slimy, yellowish paste that tasted like old cheese left in a hot trunk. He retched, but she just shoved harder, mashing the ball of her foot over his mouth until his lips were sealed around it.
Lira casually scrolled her holo-feed while flexing her toes deeper into his mouth.
“I got a new follower milestone yesterday,” she said, almost bored. “Half a million credits if I drop a full-length recycler feed by the end of the cycle.”
Every high-born daughter ran a holo-feed. The top earners streamed live humiliation, pain-sim tests, and full recycler sessions to millions of paying viewers. Credits rolled in from tips, brand deals, and exclusive pay-per-view drops. Lira was already in the top 10% city-wide; half a million extra credits for one long-form video meant new bodysuit mods, a private beach villa wing, and another season of crushing Kira in the monthly rankings!
"Guess who’s the star, slave!"
She let that sink in, then spat a thick loogie straight at his face, watching it slide between his lips.
“Don’t miss a drop, wimp-dick!"
She flexed her toes against his tongue and glanced down at the tiny, chastity cage.
"Might as well be our slave forever if your dick can’t even fill the smallest cage size we found in stock."
She finally yanked her foot away, wiped the slimy sole across his cheek like a rag, then casually dropped the other boot off and dropped it on his head.
“Now, the other one. And hurry! My guts are starting to talk.”
Lira thumbed a slim neon-glow synth-cig from her belt pouch, the tip sparking electric blue as she lit it. A thick cloud of chem-berry smoke rolled out, stinging Jax's eyes and mixing with the lingering foot stench. She's beautiful. They're both beautiful. That’s the worst part. Monsters shouldn’t be allowed to be this beautiful.
She took a long drag, exhaled through her nose, then leaned forward so the smoke rolled over his face like a blanket. “Kira’s been whining that her followers like my content more than hers,” she said conversationally, tapping ash onto his tongue. “So today you’re going to make some very specific sounds for me."
Kira leaned her hip against the counter, sipping from Lira’s abandoned energy-drink.
“Mom pinged me this morning. Says the new beach villa’s ready next cycle.”
Lira flicked another ash column onto his tongue without looking.
“Finally. I’ve been waiting to film a sunrise rim-job clip with actual ocean view.”
Kira laughed softly.
“You’re such a romantic.”
Lira put a hand to her stomach, "Oh fuck, here it comes. Those tacos are fighting back. Slave, open that mouth wide or I'm setting the lash to random!”
The neon whip hovered an inch from his balls, sparking hungrily! Jax’s jaw dropped instantly, trembling, drool already running.
She didn’t even stand up, just pulled him closer, shifted her weight, aimed her ass toward his face, and let go.
BBBRRRRRRFFFFFFFSSSSSSPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTT
A thick, wet blast exploded out of her, the bodysuit venting it in an almost visible cloud of greenish gas. The smell was instant death: rotten eggs, spoiled meat, fermented booze, and something chemical that made his eyes stream. Tiny wet flecks splattered across his cheeks and lips. Jax retched so hard he almost puked on her foot. Breathe it. Breathe it. Just make her happy...
Kira howled with laughter. “Direct hit!"
She fanned the air dramatically, pretending to gag while stepping back a foot. "Ugh, Lira, that's vile, even for you. My eyes are watering from over here."
Lira ground the vent deeper against Jax's nose, forcing another loud sniff. “Then stay back. This is premium gas. Your fat ass couldn’t brew anything this rank if it tried.”
Kira smirked through her fake cough.
“This fat ass still gets ten times the ‘drop it on him’ requests."
"Yeah, right...," Lira wiggled her ass, grinding the bodysuit vent against his nose.
"Inhale deeper, toilet! I want to hear you sniffing like a vacuum."
Jax's lungs burned as he forced a LOUD -
SSSSNNNNNFFFF
Then.
BBBBBBLLLOOORRRRRRRPPPPFFFFPPPLLLRRRRRRTTT
The gas coated his throat like acid slime.
Kira clapped. "Louder! Suck those farts UP!
Lira took a long drag of her cigarette and blew a billowing cloud of smoke directly into his face.
"Mouth open, tongue out, ashtray."
She then casually tapped the hot ash straight onto his outstretched tongue. It sizzled, tasting like burnt plastic and tar, the embers searing little red dots before he swallowed them down.
Lira exhaled another plume right into his face, then flicked another long ash column in. She continued smoking like this and ashing on his face and tongue for a while, flipping through her holo-feed and chatting with Kira. When she was done, like slow motion, she pressed the glowing butt against his forehead right above his eye and twisted, "Hold still, fuck-face!"
SSSSSSSS
“Oooh! That's gonna scar cute!” Kira hooted.
Lira shrugged, while Jax squealed at a freakishly high pitch as she exhaled the last plume. I’m not even human to them. I’m furniture that screams!
She left a perfect circle burn before dropping the still-smoldering filter into his mouth.
"Crunch and swallow, slave. That's your appetizer."
“Scars actually trend. The last one got me sponsored by that burn-gel brand for a month.” Kira lit her own next synth-cig from the pouch. “You’re welcome, by the way. I’m the one who suggested the forehead.”
As Jax worked, choking on the bitter filter, Lira leaned back, flipping through her holo-feed, not just memes, but code-splices for her latest pain-sim entry in the Neo-Eden Mod League. "This neural feedback loop? It'll make virtual whips feel like the real thing. I'm testing it on you later, slave... after you process your breakfast."
Suddenly, her stomach gurgled audibly...
Jax’s entire body shook. He knew what came next.
His step-sisters weren't just joking. In the Gynarchy, males like him were “recyclers,” bio-processors for female waste. It started when he was younger, they just made him lick their boots and feet after they beat him. Some years later: they were farting and pissing on him, forcing him to clean their asses with his tongue after the toilet. Closer to the present they had stopped using real toilets at all when he was home. His stomach had been gene-modded to handle it, but the taste never got less revolting. It only got worse.
Lira finished the last of her energy-drink with a satisfied burp in his face. "I hope you're hungry, slave."
She stood slowly, wiping her fingers on his hair, then looked down at him and smiled that slow, cruel smile.
Jax’s stomach dropped. Not again. Please not again. I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.
Kira was already uncoiling her neural lash.
“Crawl. Bathroom. NOW!”
The collar shocked him hard.
BZZZZZT!
Pain exploded down his spine. He dropped to his hands and knees with a broken sob.
Lira walked ahead, boots clicking loud on the tile.
Kira stayed right behind him. Every time he slowed even a little she cracked the lash across his back
CRACK! CRACK! CRACKKK!
Three burning stripes rose instant-red across his skin. He cried out and crawled faster, knees scraping raw.
“Faster, you little shit-eater!” Kira yelled.
CRAAAAACKKK!
The lash curled around his ribs. He shrieked, tears dripping off his chin. They love this. They love watching me crawl and cry.
Lira glanced back. She took a slow drag of her synth-cig, reached back without stopping, and pressed the glowing tip to the back of his neck.
SSSSSSSS!
Burnt skin sizzled.
He screamed so high-pitched he didn't even sound human. I can never get away from them.
Kira laughed.
“Keep crawling, bitch!”
She kicked him square in the balls from behind.
THUD!
His whole body buckled.
The collar shocked him again.
BZZZT-BZZZT!
He scrambled on, sobbing louder. Everything is pain. Everything is always pain. There’s no end!
Halfway down the corridor Lira whipped from the front.
CRACKKK!
Across his shoulders.
“Beg for my shit, slave!”
“Please… please… bathroom…” he whimpered.
Liar.
He reeled. You bitch! You know I hate this. But you make me beg you anyway!
“Louder!” Kira snarled. She lashed his ass three times fast.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACKKK!
His skin split.
Little drops of blood hit the floor. I’m bleeding. I’m always bleeding. And tomorrow it’ll be the same.
They reached the bathroom door. It hissed open on its own. Cold white tile. Gold fixtures. One low porcelain hole bolted straight into the floor, metal clamps waiting around the rim.
Kira grabbed his hair and slammed his face down.
Lira whipped his thighs one last time.
CRAAAACKKK!
“Hurry up! I’m about to burst!”
She dialed the restraint drones to full spread-eagle. They wrenched him flat on his back, arms high and ankles wide, dragging him and locking him immobile in the middle of the cold tile floor, fixing his head in the porcelain bowl. They forced his neck into the restraint. Clamps snapped shut around his throat and wrists.
She followed in step and lit another cigarette as she looked down over him.
She puffed and winked at him before squatting over his face, jiggling her fat ass.
She hit the release on her suit. The back seam split with a hiss, exposing two massive pale cheeks and the twitching pink ring between them. A bead of sweat rolled down and dripped onto his forehead. Even her sweat owns me.
“Stay still. I’m about to paint you.”
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT-BBLLLURRRPPPPPT
A long, wet, crackling fart exploded out of her like a busted exhaust pipe. The bodysuit’s vent flaps fluttered open and the thick green cloud rolled straight down into his lungs. It smelled like spoiled protein sludge, cheap tequila, and battery acid. Tiny droplets of ass-sweat and flecks of last night’s dinner splattered across his cheeks, forehead, and lips like warm grease.
"Sniff it all up! And you better not slack off! I promise you don't want to make me angry this time."
Lira grinned, clenched, and pushed out a second, even wetter blast.
FFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH-BBBRRRAAAAAPPPPPPP
This one was almost liquid. Hot flecks of diarrhea misted his entire face, sticking to his eyelashes, running into his nostrils. The smell was so thick he could chew it. His stomach flipped, but his gene-mods locked his throat open. He couldn’t even gag properly anymore.
"Open your mouth and catch the next one," Lira ordered, clenching again.
PPPPBBBBRRRRTTTT
A bubbly sputter filled his mouth with hot mist. "Swallow that, slave! Tell us what it tastes like."
CRACKKKK!
She had uncoiled her whip again and landed it right across his crotch.
Jax shrieked and frantically tried to mumble through tears, "R-rotten... spicy..." Kira laughed. "Wrong, bitch! Try again. Louder!"
CRAAACKKK
Kire lashed at his balls too!
Lira sighed in satisfaction at taking in his squeals and howls, then looked down at Jax’s shit-glazed, tear-streaked face and smirked.
“You look thirsty. I’ve been holding this in all morning. Open up, slave!"
She tapped the crotch panel of her bodysuit. The seam hissed wide open for a thick, steamy jet of yellow piss to blast straight out.
PPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The stream was endless, dark yellow, almost orange from all the cheap energy drinks and stims. It hammered the back of his throat like a fire hose. The taste was pure chemical bitterness...sour, metallic, with a sharp ammonia bite that made his tongue burn. Bubbles foamed out of his nose as he gulped frantically, not daring to spill a drop.
Kira whooped. “Drown him, sis!
He sputtered, just one drop spilled! Fuck.
Lira’s lash cracked across his thighs.
CRACKKK!
The shock-collar synced at the same time.
BRZZZZZZZZT!
A double punch of agony that made his whole body convulse, piss spraying out his nose!
“SWALLOW IT ALL, TOILET!”
Another lash across his balls!
CRACK!
“Every drop you waste is ten more strokes later!” I can’t even win. I stopped trying to win.
Kira leaned against the bathroom counter, arms folded, watching the stream hammer his throat.
Lira didn’t even look away once from Jax’s gagging face, just smirked and shuffled her hips so the piss splashed harder. She angled her hips, purposely painting his whole face, soaking his hair, letting the hot piss run down his neck and pool around his collar.
CRAAAACK!
"Bitch! I said don't spill a drop!"
CRAAAACKKK!!!
She lashed relentlessly at his balls! "Stop wasting my piss!" She cracked and snorted, knowing full well he couldn't catch all of it.
CRRAAAAAAAAACKKKK!!!!!
When the stream finally weakened to a trickle she shook her hips, flinging the last drops across his eyes like a dog shaking off water.
“Swallow what’s in your mouth. Loud! So we can hear it! ”
Jax closed his lips. The mouthful sloshed, thick and warm. He forced it down in one burning, gagging gulp.
“Ooo-oh! Good boy,” Lira cooed. “Now you’re properly marinated."
He was sobbing.
She tapped the panel shut, and shifted to give her hips a little shake so the last drops of ass-sweat dripped off her dump-truck onto his forehead.
“Mmm. Much better. Open your mouth, wide, shit-head!
Lira thumbed a holo-control and a glowing red targeting dot from her neural lash danced on his exposed nuts.
“One twitch, one single gag reflex you don’t control, and this whip kisses your balls at full power. Remember how you pissed yourself screaming last time? Nod if you understand, toilet-boy!”
Jax nodded frantically against her ass, eyes wide in pure terror, mouth already gaping like a baby bird! His mouth opened on autopilot. Tears already running.
Lira squatted down lower and painted her asshole over his mouth, making sure it was sealed.
"Now I'm gonna take a wicked fucking dump! ...right...here... And every single one of my nasty turds better go right down your throat!"
A short, sharp PFFFT shot a marble-sized ball of brown mucus straight onto his tongue. It tasted like death and spicy cheese. He swallowed on reflex, tears streaming.
Lira groaned with relief and squatted lower to put more weight on his mouth, anus flaring wide.
PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTT… then the push. Hnnghhh
"Eat my fucking shit, bii...itch!"
A thick, soft log immediately started sliding out, dark brown and lumpy, coiling straight into his waiting mouth like a grotesque snake. The heat was scalding. The texture was mushy and gritty at the same time, chunks of half-digested party food scraping his tongue raw. The taste detonated: bitter, rotten, spicy, and so foul his throat locked up on the first swallow. Everything in his mind was screaming at him to get away from it! Get it out!!!!
Another wet fart blasted mid-push, spraying hot diarrhea flecks across his face and into his eyes.
"Eat that, bitch! Chew slow!" Lira growled, pausing the push. "I wanna feel you relishing my shit!"
Jax's jaw worked the lumpy mass
CRUNCH, SQUELCH
Kira scrunched her face up, hiding her evil grin, hiding her amusement, "Eughh! Fuck! you're disgusting, slave."
He shook and cringed as the bits stuck between his teeth like gravel. The taste was everywhere now. Thick, slimy, spicy, coating his tongue like tar. The smell is inside my bones. I’m disappearing. Piece by piece.
Another wet crackle came from above and a second, softer log slid out, plopping heavily on top of the first. It squished against the roof of his mouth, forcing his cheeks to bulge even more.
Brown sludge oozed out the corners of his lips and ran down his chin in slow strings. Lira gave a lazy push and a wet fart bubbled around the turd, spraying tiny flecks across his nose and eyes.
Kira wrinkled her nose but couldn’t hide her amusement. “Fuck, Lira, it’s coming out like soft-serve. Look at his face. He’s turning green.”
Lira just laughed and rocked her hips a little, smearing the mess deeper.
“Keep chewing, toilet. I can feel every grind. That’s it… mush it good.”
A third wave started sliding, slower and thicker this time, curling over the pile already choking him.
Jax’s throat worked on pure reflex, gulping down air and shit at the same time.
GLURK… GLURK…
Drool mixed with brown spit dripped off his chin in long ropes while his whole body shook. If I throw up they’ll only make me eat that too. Just swallow. Swallow. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Swallow.
Kira zoomed in with her holo. "Big bites! Show the camera your full mouth.."
Lira paused the push and snickered, "Yeah, choke my nasty shit down your throat, you fucking toilet! "
He sobbed, and he gagged violently, shit smearing over his lips as he tried to chew and breathe at the same time. His stomach spasmed, threatening to reject everything, but the gene-mods forced it down. Lira just laughed, pushing harder, another thick wave piling on top until his cheeks bulged and brown sludge leaked from the corners of his mouth.
"Gulp it down louder," Kira demanded, kicking his balls. "We need to hear it for the feed... big swallows!"
GLUG... GLUG... Jax forced it, the sludge sliding like hot tar. Lira twisted her hips. "Faster! Don't waste any of my fucking shit, slave!"
He sunk into the porcelain bowl. Please let me pass out. Please let me pass out.
Kira zoomed in on his tear-streaked, shit-covered face. “Just look at our toilet! Chew louder, bitch! I wanna hear those gulps! I need audio."
When Lira finally finished, she reached back to grab his hair, and smeared the last streak across his forehead with leftovers from her ass.
She slapped her ass, “Now, clean this dump truck. Get that tongue in deep.”
Jax sobbed once, then buried his face between her cheeks. His tongue pushed into the filthy ring, lapping at the slimy, bitter residue while she ground back against him. The taste was pure concentrated horror, worse than anything he’d ever swallowed. Thick, acrid paste coating his teeth, flecks of undigested grit scraping his gums. Lira rocked her hips slowly, smearing more streaks across his buried nose and lips.
"Deeper, toilet! I want to feel you sucking out every last bit."
She clenched and relaxed, forcing out a final wet PFFRT that bubbled shit-sludge onto his tongue. Kira laughed, "Polish that hole shiny. Use your tears as lube!"
Lira gave an extra slow grind, timing the last wet bubble perfectly with Kira’s words, and both of them laughed like it was their favorite tradition.
Jax's world narrowed to the hot, suffocating darkness as his step-sisters went on, his tongue aching as he swirled and probed until she was satisfied. He bit back tears as Kira's holo-cam flashed.
Lira ground back hard, smearing the last streaks over his buried face, then suddenly stood. The neural lash cracked one final time across both poor balls,
CRACKKK!
leaving him writhing and sobbing in the bowl, gagging and spitting brown saliva, his whole body shaking with disgust and shame.
Lira looked down, smiling sweetly.
“Welcome to another beautiful day in paradise, toilet slave.”
PART 2 - Kira's Turn
Jax stayed sprawled flat on the cold tile for what felt like an eternity after Lira sauntered off, her boots clicking away like mocking applause! The restraint drones hummed faintly, keeping him locked immobile, arms yanked high above his head, ankles spread wide and clamped down, his neck sealed tight in the porcelain bowl's rim like an execution block! The mansion's AI monitored his vitals in real-time, a faint overlay in the corner of the sisters' holo-feeds, flashing red spikes that only amused them.
He heaved, gagging up thick strings of brown bile that splattered into the bowl around his face, sizzling faintly like acid on metal. His tongue throbbed, swollen and raw, tasting like it'd been dunked in a vat of spicy rot, metallic tang biting deep, like chewing on a rusted battery dredged from sewer sludge mixed with yesterday's tacos!
His gut twisted in violent cramps, heaving to reject the slimy load she'd dumped in him, but his gene-mods clamped down hard, forcing it to stay, burning a fiery trail all the way through his insides! It burns! It burns! Why won't it just let me puke? Why?! Everything hurts. Everything always hurts. I can't... I can't...
He tasted her on every breath now, her waste fused to the back of his tongue like a brand. Part of me is gone. Digested. Turned into her. The thought made something inside him curl up and die quietly.
His vision blurred, the white tile spinning, the gold fixtures mocking him from above. The air was thick with the lingering stench, rotten eggs, spoiled meat, chemical burn, clinging to his skin like a second layer.
Outside the sealed mansion bubble, drone swarms patrolled the smog-choked skyline, enforcing the Matriarchs' endless surveillance!
He squeezed his eyes shut, whispering pleas into the bowl. Please let me die. Please just let it end...
But consciousness slipped away instead, dragging him down into black nothing. Passed out cold, head lolling in the porcelain trap, body twitching faintly against the clamps.
As his mind faded deeper, his life swirled in like a kaleidoscope, recent horrors flashing like toxic smoke! The endless repetition of the propaganda loops reminding him of his place everyday since the day he was born. Step-sisters ramping up their cruelty every cycle, Lira's lashes cracking louder, Kira's farts wetter and ranker! And Valeria? Their vicious mother encouraging it all, joining in with her own twisted games when she wasn't off at Council meetings, laughing into her holo as his vitals spiked red!
The Fem-Corps elite like her shaped the Gynarchy's laws from towering spires, indulging private experiments on downgraded males like him, recycling waste in the shadows below, far from the sanitized norms of standard drone assignments.
He was supposed to escape into the undergrid for a free life! He was supposed to be a Consort! But his evil step-sisters had ruined it, doctored his scans, and locked him in this hell forever!
Then, she crashed into his thoughts. Kat. The only girl who'd ever made him feel wanted, as Jax, as a person with a spark left inside. He kicked himself mentally! He was going to be a Consort. And he was going to be with her...
The dream flooded in unbidden, a heart-pounding rush of alternate bliss, washing away the nightmare for one stolen moment!
Kat was there. He remembered her first visit, red hair spilling like forbidden fire as she crouched beside his scrubbing form. The sisters' boots had pinned his shoulders like furniture, but Kat had paused, tilting her head with genuine curiosity.
“You’re kinda cute for a beta,” she’d said softly, brushing a stray lock from his forehead. The touch, light, deliberate, had jolted him harder than any shock-collar pulse. No cruelty in her eyes, just a spark that made his caged heart stutter.
Over cycles, she lingered. Perched on counters while the twins plotted, swinging her legs, glancing down with that half-smile. Once, when Lira's lash cracked across his back for spilling cleaner,
CRAAACKK!
Kat had winced, almost imperceptibly.
Later, alone in the shadows, she’d let a nutrient bar fall near his knee. “Oops... Pick it up with your mouth, slave,” she’d whispered, eyes meeting his with shared secrecy. Her quiet giggle afterward wasn’t mocking, it sounded fond.
She’d tease low, away from the sisters’ ears: “Dreaming of being a Consort, Jax?” Holding his gaze just long enough for hope to ignite before turning away with a sharp laugh.
He’d clung to it. She saw him. Wanted him, maybe.
Then the sisters claimed him fully as their private recycler, sealing him from visitors. Kat stopped coming. No more touches, no more lingering looks. Just absence.
The dream twisted sweeter though, pulling him deeper! Kat saw him, really saw him, held his hand in hers, eyes warm and soft, peering straight into his shattered soul. "Jax, I want you to be with me..." She leaned in, locked her lips onto his. She was kissing him. Really kissing him! Soft, hungry, no bitterness or force. He felt something stir in his loins, twitching against the cage. Alive, free!
But the dream shattered like cheap glass under a boot-heel! Pain spiked as the bitter spikes in his tiny chastity cage bit down hard on his swelling dick, crushing the twitch before it could grow! Reality slammed back, the porcelain bowl cradling his head like a cold grave, clamps biting into his wrists and ankles, the tile freezing against his back! He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut for just one more minute, cling to that illusion! But a hot, damp blast exploded right against his face, jolting him awake!
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTSSSSSSSS!!!
"Wake up, shit-eater! It's my turn!" Kira snarled, her voice echoing off the tile as the wet, roaring fart blasted straight into his trapped face, hot, damp, reeking of iron and spoiled cheese! The force made his eyes water instantly, snapping him fully conscious in a haze of horror! No! Not her! Not now! I was with Kat...
The dream of Kat evaporated under the hot, wet blast, replaced by the immediate knowledge that no one would ever touch him with kindness again. This was his air now. This was his future.
Kira was already squatting low over his fixed head, her thicker ass cheeks spread wide by her hands, the back seam of her bodysuit hissing open to expose her massive, pale and pimply dump-truck! The suit's nano-fabric adjusted seamlessly, venting odors only when desired, a luxury of high-born engineering.
He convulsed. Fuck! It's worse than Lira's! It's always worse!
She was always the messier one, gene-sculpted for maximum intimidation, hips and thighs like crushers, her twitching pink ring winking right above his gaping mouth, crusted with faint smears from last night's sim-party! The smell hit like a wall: heavier, meatier, like old eggs and sour dairy mixed with bloody protein slabs she'd been gorging on all week for muscle mods! Thicker, chunkier, like rotting flesh bubbling in acid!
PFFT-BLRP-BLAT!
“Kira wants her turn,” she said through the smoke, sipping a glowing blue energy drink she'd grabbed from the replicator. “And hurry up. We’ve got sim-training in an hour."
Kira grinned wide, wrinkling her nose as she sparked her own synth-cig off Lira's lighter without asking, just sister habit, then took a deep drag and blew the thick, stinging smoke straight into his trapped face. The burning cloud seared his eyes and coated his throat like chemical tar, fusing with the rising stench into something nauseatingly unbearable.
She ground her ass lower, sealing the vent flaps against his nose.
BLOOORRRPP!!!
"Inhale deeper, toilet! Louder! Suck it all in!"
Jax's lungs burned as he forced the loud sniff.
SSSSNNNNNFFFF!
The gas coated his throat like acid slime.
Kira's eyes narrowed at the weakness in his effort. Suddenly, she flicked her neural lash across his exposed ribs.
CRAAAACKKK!!
A searing stripe of fire bloomed across his skin, making him jolt and suck in a desperate, louder gulp of her foul gas, his body learning, once again, that obedience came faster with pain. I'm just a thing... I'm just a thing that learns to do what they want to avoid more pain... To want what they want for me...
Lira laughed low from the counter. “Good motivation, sis! ”
Once she was satisfied, Kira lifted up, barely, "Tongue out!" as she tapped hot ash directly onto his outstretched tongue, sizzling, bitter tar that blistered and made him gag violently, the pain shooting through his swollen mouth.
She noticed his distant stare and laughed softly. “Thinking about freedom again, toilet? Keep dreaming... every breath you take is mine now.”
Lira, without looking up, added idly, “He’s probably tasting you in his soul already, sis. Fucking gross... but cute, kinda.”
Their easy exchange cut deeper than any lash. In the wider world, males dreamed of undergrid rebellion. Here, he only dreamed of escape from their personal regime.
Lira exhaled a lazy plume toward the ceiling, smirking. “Jesus, Kira, that’s rancid.”
Kira smirked and rolled her hips in a slow circle, her wide ass swallowing his face completely, then unleashed a thick, wet barrage, successive blasts bubbling and spraying hot, sticky mist and flecks across his skin.
BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTPPPPHHHHHTTT-- PFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT--SSSSPLLLRRRTTT!
Tiny chunks clung to his cheeks like warm grease. “That’s my special breakfast blend,” she cooed, grinding harder. “Extra chunky and wet, just for you. Take it all in! Breathe deeper! ”
Lira laughed low. “Thank her while you’re suffocating on her farts! Go on, bitch-boy!”
He started, “Th-thank...”
PFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT—SSSSPLLLRRRTTT!!
Kira dropped her weight, sealing him fully, then bore down for another bubbling, sludge-spraying explosion that painted his face in warm flecks.
BBBBBFFFFFPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!
Warm droplets sliding slowly down his cheeks and neck, cooling into slimy trails that itch unbearably as they dry. She threw her head back and cackled. Lira leaned against her shoulder for a second, both of them shaking with laughter.
“There we go. Take it in, toilet. That one had a little extra love in it.” Kira reached back and spread her cheeks wider. “Thank me for the facial, you filthy sewer.”
Jax choked out, “Th-thank you, Mistress Kira…”
Her eyes flashed with mock disappointment. In a sudden motion, she snapped her neural lash across his exposed to the balls.
CRAAAACKKK!!
A fresh stripe of fire bloomed, making him jolt and yelp into her ass, the pain forcing a more desperate tone from his choking throat.
“Pathetic. Say it like you mean it, toilet!”
Jax choked out a weak, muffled “Th-thank you…” from beneath her, voice barely audible through the lingering gas.
Her eyes narrowed again. Suddenly, as if on reflex, she shifted her weight and pushed out a short, splattering wet one directly into his face as punishment.
PFFLLRRRTTT!
Sticky trails splattered across his glistening skin, warm flecks clinging like slime.
"Open wide and swallow this one, properly this time! "
He didn't dare hesitate.
PPPPFFFBBBBRRRRTTTT!!!
Thick, tangy mist flooded his mouth, bubbling like spoiled sludge. "What's that taste like?"
Jax mumbled through tears, "S-sour... rotten..."
Kira slapped the back of his head.
“Wrong answer, dumbass. It tastes like superiority. Say it! ‘Thank you for letting me taste your superior shit, Goddess Kira.’
Lira leaned over, zooming the holo-pad. “Louder, shit-eater, for the feed! And smile!”
Jax forced a broken smile. “Thank you for letting me taste your superior shit, Goddess Kira…”
Lira crouched beside them, blew a thick cloud into the crack, scorching his eyes and throat, and hawked a fat, green loogie onto his nose, watching it ooze down into his mouth.
PLIP!
“Keep talking, toilet.”
Kira wiggled her ass, grinding the vent deeper, forcing another relentless barrage.
PPPPFFFT! BBBBRRRPP!! SSSSSPLLLRTTT!
Three quick, explosive pops in a row, each wetter and fouler, the gas thickening like swamp mist, tiny brown specks flecking his forehead and eyelids, sticking like glue and burning his skin!
The stench intensified, now laced with hints of fermented bile and rancid meat, making his stomach heave even harder. "Sniff it all up, toilet! That's the scent of your new life, rotten and worthless, just like you," Kira taunted, her voice dripping with delight as she watched his face twist in revulsion.
But she wasn’t waiting. She shifted her weight, smirking as she felt him squirm beneath the clamps. With a lazy sigh she pushed again, forcing out a short, wet
PFFLLRRRTTT!
that splattered warmly across his already-glistening face, leaving sticky trails like mucus!
Then, without looking, she flicked another long, trembling column of ash from her cigarette straight into his open, gasping mouth. It landed on his tongue with a soft hiss, crumbling into bitter gray dust, mixing with the fart-mist!
"I've got one more! Keep that mouth open, wide!" Kira ordered, shifting her hips to line her asshole over his mouth again.
PPPPFFF--BBBBLLLOORRRRTTTT!!!
A bubbly sputter filled his mouth with hot mist, thick and tangy, like swallowing spoiled yogurt vapor! "Swallow it! What's that taste like, bitch? Better than Lira's, right?"
He cringed as he choked to answer, but without warning, Kira stubbed her cigarette out on his forehead,
SSSSSS!
leaving a red welt as he squealed, the sound muffled against her ass! The burn barely registered before she immediately lit another to keep the air breathable for herself, exhaling a plume right into his face, the smoke mixing with the waste into a hellish fog!
"Now, open wide for your drink!"
He obeyed immediately.
She angled her hips, the crotch seam hissing open, and unleashed a thick, steamy jet of dark yellow piss, almost brown from the protein overload and stims, blasting straight into his mouth like a pressure hose!
PPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
The stream was endless, foamy and bitter, tasting like ammonia-soaked rust mixed with salty blood and sour dairy! It hammered the back of his throat, bubbling up his nose, foaming out the corners as he gulped frantically
GLUG! GLUG!
but she shook her hips, splashing it across his face, soaking his hair, pooling in the bowl around his head! Hot rivulets ran down his neck, stinging the lash-welts! The piss mixed with the lingering fart residue on his skin, creating a slimy, acrid film that burned like acid on his open welts.
"Swallow my piss faster! You're spilling it! What a useless toilet. You can't even handle my waste without making a mess," Kira sneered, her words piercing like her whip, reminding him of his utter failure as even a basic tool.
Lira cracked her lash across his balls for fun,
CRACKKK!
laughing as piss sprayed from his nose! “Don't waste it, toilet! For every drop you spill I'm gonna dial up your shock settings."
BZZZT!
The shock seared his nerves, arching his back while the flooding stream bubbled and sprayed from his lips in humiliating bursts.
Kira joined in, "You should be grateful for my piss! It's the only thing you're barely worthy enough to drink!"
BZZZZZZT! -CRRAAACKKK!!-JOLT!!!
Electric fire kept surging through him, convulsing his body as piss foamed and erupted from his nose in burning spurts, his screams reduced to wet gurgles! Do I deserve this? Is this what I am now?...
Kira kept the stream going, angling to paint his eyes, forcing him to blink through the burning yellow haze! The overflow ran into his ears, a gurgling warmth that made him feel like he was drowning in their filth from the inside out.
ROOOOAAARRRRSSSHHH!!-psssss... psssh... ps... drop...
When it tapered to a trickle, she shook hard, flinging drops like wet slaps across his cheeks!
"Keep that mouth open, wide, so I can shit down your throat!"
He stifled a regretful groan.
Kira spread her cheeks wide and searched for his mouth with her reeking asshole.
Then came the push... a long, groaning effort as she bore her ass down harder into his open mouth.
HNNNGGGG!!!
A thick knobby log began to emerge out of her greasy asshole with a low
CRRRAAACKKKLLLE!
the gritty texture scraping audibly as it coiled out: dark brown, almost black, studded with chunks of undigested red-protein fiber and gritty remnants that scraped his tongue raw.
BBBLURRRPPPP-SQUELCH!
It dropped heavy and steaming into his mouth, piling up fast and bulging his cheeks. A suffocating thickness in his throat and lungs, as if the stench has turned solid, making every breath feel like inhaling damp, rotten cloth.
The texture was dense and chewy, like tar mixed with gravel, but softer waves followed immediately, wet, mushy ropes coiling on top,
PLOP!-PLOP!-PLOP!!
smearing across his lips and dripping down his chin in thick, stringy sludge that clung like glue.
Mid-push, a series of wet, bubbling farts ripped out, spraying hot, liquid flecks and thicker sludge across his cheeks, nose, and into his eyes, stinging, blinding, the warm mess sliding slowly down his face in viscous trails.
PPPPPFFFFFRRRRTTTTTT! --BBBLLLRRRPPPTTT!!!
The smell intensified to something unholy, a choking mix of fermented rot and chemical bitterness that coated his sinuses permanently.
More logs followed in relentless waves, softer and sloppier, overflowing his mouth until brown ooze leaked from the corners, bubbling with trapped gas as he struggled to contain it.
“Chew it all, bitch,” Kira snarled, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider while rocking slightly to force deeper piles. “I want to feel every nasty chunk grinding between your teeth, slow, like you're savoring your breakfast.”
Jax’s jaw worked desperately
CRUNCH...SQUELCH...GLURK...
the hard bits scraping his teeth like bone fragments in gritty, slimy mush, softer parts squishing into paste that stuck between his gums and under his tongue, the taste detonating anew with every chew: bitter, salty, and a deep, fecal rot that made his stomach heave violently against the gene-mods.
Kira savored the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. She kept pushing, puffing her fresh cigarette to cover the rising stench.
Another fat rope coiled on top, softer and wetter, smearing across his lips and dripping down his chin in thick strings. A wet fart ripped out mid-push:
PPPPPFFFFFRRRRTTTTTT!!!
spraying hot sludge across his cheeks and nose. A low, greasy stench of undigested protein slabs bubbling with sour bile, evoking vomit-soaked roadkill under summer sun.
She rocked back, forcing more logs onto his tongue.
When she was done, she lifted up a bit to watch, exhaling a slow plume of smoke before leaning in close enough that he could feel the heat of her cigarette near his ear.
"This is what you are now, toilet, my personal sewer. Say it loud: who am I to you?"
She paused, letting the wet chewing fill the room, then slapped his cheek lightly to make him focus.
“Say it for me. Now! Nice and clear, with your mouth full of my shit. Who am I to you?”
Jax whimpered, jaw working slower as the tarry mush coated his throat.
“Y-you’re… my Goddess… my everything…”
Kira laughed, grinding her ass back just enough to smear a fresh streak across his nose.
“Close, but not good enough. Try again. Who am I, and what will you always be? Louder! Let Lira hear it too.”
Lira snorted smoke, flicking more ash toward him. “Yeah, spit it out between bites, toilet boy. I love hearing you choke on the truth.”
Jax swallowed hard, forcing the words past the sludge.
“You’re… superior… Goddess Kira… and I’ll always… always be your personal toilet…”
The words left his mouth, and something inside him snapped cleanly, a final, silent surrender. He felt it go, the last pretense that he was still a person who could refuse.
Kira threw her head back and cackled, rewarding him with a quick, wet,
PFFRRTT!!!
right against his lips...
“There it is. Music to my fucking ears.”
She felt the change in the rhythm of his chewing, slower, mechanical, and patted his cheek almost tenderly. “There he goes. Fully broken in. Good toilet.” Lira raised her energy drink in mock toast. “To another successful morning.”
Kira raised her thick ass off of him and glanced at Lira with a knowing smirk. "Hear that? He's finally accepting it, no more fighting, just our obedient little sewer." Lira nodded, eyes gleaming. "About time. Pathetic how long it took to crush that last bit of him."
Lira flicked her cigarette, letting a long ash column fall straight into the chewing mess. “Big bites! Show the camera your full mouth!” she called, zooming her holo-pad through her own smoke haze, cigarette dangling hands-free from her lips.
Kira smirked and squatted down again, "I'm not even done!"
Lira snorted, barely holding back a snicker, just before Kira grunted and unleashed a final softer wave that poured out in a hot rush, filling his mouth to overflowing with her shit.
BBBLLOOORRRPP-SQUIIISH!!
It leaked down his neck, soaking his collar. Kira rocked back harder, forcing the last chewy mouthful deeper onto his tongue as the undigested protein fibers scraped his teeth with every desperate chew.
CRUNCH...SQUELCH...CRUNCH!
“Gulp it down loud,” Kira demanded, slapping his cheek. “Big swallows!”
She flicked more cigarette ash into the leaking mess on his chin. “Every gulp is a reminder you’re nothing but our sewer. Say it with each swallow, ‘I’m your sewer, Mistress.’”
GLUG!
“I’m... sewer... Mistress…”
GLUG!
“I’m your... sewer, Mistress…”
Lira leaned in close, hawked one last fat, phlegm-heavy loogie, and spat it right onto the sludge sliding down his throat,
SPLORCH!
watching it mix in. “Good audio. Keep going till it’s gone.”
GLUG... GLUG...
The sludge slid down his throat like hot tar, settling in his gut like molten lead, triggering waves of nauseous cramps that made his body twitch involuntarily, residue clinging to his teeth and throat, an itchy film that burned with every swallow, a constant reminder of his role as their living toilet. It's is inside me now, changing me forever. I'm disappearing... I'm nothing...
Kira exhaled a final thick cloud over him, then ground her cigarette butt into the leaking shit on his cheek before tossing it away in his mouth. She hawked deep, gathering a fat glob of green phlegm, and spat it straight into his bulging mouth and across his face, thick, stringy, bubbling in the shit mush.
"Swallow that with the rest, toilet. Extra seasoning!"
When he finished, she stayed bent over, wiggling her ass in his face.
“Clean it. Tongue in deep.”
Jax pressed forward, weeping silently so he didn't enrage them. His tongue dragged across her filthy ring, lapping the smeared, sticky residue. Kira ground back hard, rocking her hips to smear more across his nose and lips.
"Deeper, slave! Suck out every last bit."
She clenched and relaxed, forcing out one last wet
PFFRT!!
that bubbled thick sludge onto his tongue...
"Tongue-fuck that hole clean. And tell me, out loud, how fucking lucky you are to taste where my perfect shit comes from."
Lira flicked ash toward him from the counter, cigarette dangling lazily. “Yeah, and thank us both while your face is buried in her ass! Let’s hear it, toilet!”
Lira stepped closer again, took a final drag, then casually spat a thin stream of smoke-laced saliva across his buried face before tapping her ash onto his hair. “And make it convincing, bitch! I want to hear the gratitude vibrate against her ass.”
Kira pressed back harder, sealing his mouth completely against her sloppy ring. Jax’s muffled, gurgled voice vibrated against her skin,
“Mmmph… th-thank you… so lucky… thank you, Goddess Kira… thank you,
Mistress Lira… for your perfect shit…” His voice came out wet, garbled, half-choked on the lingering residue.
She pressed even harder, her voice sharp, "Louder, toilet! Add how pathetic you are for loving it." Jax gurgled through the residue, "Mmmph… I'm… so pathetic… for loving your perfect shit…" The words hollowed him further, like a self-inflicted wound that made his sobs sharper. I'm thanking them... I'm really thanking them for destroying me...
Kira burst out laughing first, her ass cheeks jiggling against his face with each cackle. Lira joined in seconds later, blowing a long plume of smoke as she doubled over the counter.
“Holy fuck, listen to him!” Kira howled, grinding one final slow circle before pulling away. “He actually said it with his tongue up my shitty ass!”
Lira wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. “Pathetic. Absolute sewer material.” She leaned over to Kira, voice warm with sisterly pride. “We really do make the best content together, don’t we?”
Kira grinned back, genuine affection in her eyes as she ground one last slow circle. “Always, sis. Living proof right here.”
The moment they shared, real warmth passing between them over his buried, sobbing face, was the cruelest cut of all.
Kira finally pulled back just enough to let him gasp, her smeared ring still hovering inches from his shit-glazed lips, a last thick drop of residue sliding slowly onto his chin. She hawked deep and spat another fat, green loogie straight into his open mouth.
SPLAT!
It landed heavy, mixing with the lingering brown sludge. Kira watched it settle, then burst into bright, gleeful laughter.
“Pathetic little bitch,” she said, voice warm with amusement. She glanced sideways at Lira, eyes sparkling. “Hey, sis... I bet this loser actually has a favorite. Toilet, tell us… whose turds hits your tongue better? Mine or Lira’s?”
Lira, leaning against the counter, one eyebrow arched in mock offense. “Oh, now you’re polling the sewer? Bold move.”
Kira grinned wider, reaching over to flick Lira’s arm playfully. “Come on, we both know he’s too fucked up to lie properly. Let’s hear it, toilet, whose shit do you like more?”
Jax lay frozen, battered and silent, tears cutting clean trails through the mess on his face.
Lira pushed off the counter and sauntered closer, cigarette dangling from her lips, smoke curling lazily around her face. She crouched beside Kira, close enough that their shoulders brushed, and gave her sister a sideways smirk. “You’re really fishing for compliments through the toilet’s mouth now? That’s a new low, even for you.”
Kira snorted, nudging Lira back. “Says the one who made him chew slower for ‘content.’ Answer her, toilet. We’re waiting.”
Jax trembled, stomach churning fire. He knew silence only bought worse.
Kira leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing purr. “Go on, bitch-boy. You can tell us. You like my thicker turds better, don’t you? All that protein makes it… substantial.”
Lira rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. She uncoiled her neural lash with a soft crackle. “Keep dreaming, sis.” She flicked the tip lightly across Jax’s inner thigh,
CRACK!
just enough to raise a thin red line and make him squeal.
Kira laughed again, delighted, and mirrored the motion on his other thigh,
CRACKKK!
Sending a stinging stripe across his skin, making him gasp sharply and twitch involuntarily,
“See? He twitched harder for mine.”
Lira chuckled low, smoke escaping through her nose. “That’s just fear, dummy.” She thumbed the collar remote, sending a short warning pulse.
BZZZT!
Jax jerked frantically, whimpering.
Together, almost in sync, they leaned closer.
“Say it,” Lira murmured, voice silky but edged. “Whose shit do you like better?”
Jax’s voice cracked, barely audible. “N-no… please…”
Kira whooped softly. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
Lira flicked the lash across his balls, precise
CRAAAACK!!
He shrieked, the sound freakishly high and wavering as his body arched uncontrollably.
Kira joined in immediately, lashing his thighs in quick, playful snaps while Lira synced the collar again,
BZZZZZT! BZZZZZT! BZZZZZT!
As he let out more frantic squeals, higher and higher, quivering, like a trapped pig in slaughter!
They moved like a practiced team, pain layered in perfect rhythm, their laughter overlapping, Kira’s bright and sharp, Lira’s lower and throaty.
Jax sobbed, words tumbling out in blind terror. “Y-yours… Mistress Kira…”
Kira crowed triumphantly, tossing Lira a smug grin. “Told you!"
Lira exhaled a long plume of smoke directly into Jax’s face, then gave Kira a light shove on the shoulder. “You rigged it, you cow... he was gonna say whatever got him out of the next lash.” She cracked the whip across his crotch twice more, sharper and sharper!
CRACK! CRACKKK!!
A guttural screech tore out, raw and scraping, as if his throat were shredding itself!
“That's for being a shit-judging bitch!”
Kira leaned in, still giggling, and added two quick stripes across his thighs,
CRACK! CRACK!
As his voice cracked into a desperate, sharp yelping, reduced to pure reflex.
“And that’s for making me wait!”
They straightened together, smirking at each other over his writhing form, the rivalry already dissolving back into shared satisfaction.
Lira took one last drag, then flicked the butt into his face. “Come on, champ. Let’s rinse the evidence off him. He smells like your rank ass.”
Kira laughed, resealing her suit. “Jealousy’s a bad look on you, sis.”
The restraint drones hummed softly and detached, clamps releasing his neck, wrists, and ankles with a series of sharp clicks, freedom that wasn't freedom at all.
Without a word, Kira reached to her belt and uncoiled the familiar hot pink leash, snapping it onto the D-ring of his shock-collar with the same absent-minded ease she might use to clip a bag to her suit. The metallic click was as routine as the mansion’s morning lights powering on.
Lira was already strolling toward the corridor, boots clicking steadily. Kira gave the leash a light, habitual tug, the everyday signal that sent Jax crawling on all fours.
She yanked the leash lightly, pulling him past a reflective chrome panel, his shit-smeared, tear-streaked face staring back like a broken animal, the sight twisting his stomach further as Lira cooed, "Look at yourself, toilet. That's all you'll ever be."
Is this me now? ... Is this permanent?...There's no escape because there's no me left to escape...
He went forward after them on scraped knees, the leash loose between them, guiding him like it had every morning, but he dragged a bit from his torment, the combined weight in his gut slowing him.
Kira noticed immediately. Without breaking stride or conversation, she thumbed the collar remote.
BZZZT!!
A sharp warning pulse shot through his neck, making him yelp and lurch desperately forward faster, knees scraping raw on the tile.
Lira glanced down at him with a smirk. “Keep up, toilet! We don’t have all cycle.”
She wrinkled her nose and tossed Kira the recycler wand, “Ugh, disgusting. Spray him down. We’re not letting that stink follow us to sim-training.”
As they reached the corridor threshold, Kira paused just long enough to blast a burning chem-mist over his shit-soaked face and crawling body, neutralizing the visible filth in seconds but leaving his skin raw and the faint taste of waste forever in his mouth.
Kira walked on beside Lira, the two falling into easy step, shoulders occasionally brushing, their wide asses mocking him like steaming hot cannons as they swayed right in front of him.
“Sim-training’s gonna be brutal today,” Lira said, exhaling a final plume of smoke toward the ceiling. “Some new pain-sims dropped.”
Kira grinned, shortening the leash slightly to keep Jax close at their heels. “Good. He can test the feedback loops on the way back.”
Lira reached over and ruffled Kira’s hair affectionately. “You’re evil. I love it.”
Jax trembled onward, the combined load of both sisters heavy in his gut, not just physically, but permanently. Their laughter echoed down the corridor, light and carefree, the sound of two people who would never know what it felt like to be him.
Far above, the neon spires pulsed with Fem-Corps ads celebrating female supremacy.
Another perfect morning in Neo-Eden.