Community Service

[Kaizererotica]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Community Service
Author: Kaizererotica
Content Warnings: No scat, but some mentions of piss
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Abstract: Mary finds herself having to clean human urinals over the summer. It`s not pleasant work, but she learns something important about herself and makes a new friend.
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Part 1

Cleaning public spaces was not the way Mary thought she’d spend the summer, but the court had made its ruling of community service, and she’d resigned herself to suffer through it. Even if it meant scrubbing human urinals all day. She pushed her cleaning cart down a gravel path towards the park toilets that were her responsibility, the wheels rattling as she went. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the oak trees flanking the trail, providing some relief from the blistering heat. She savored it for a moment and picked up the faint sound of a concert from the other side of the park. Under the shade of one wide tree, a group of girls her age lounged on a picnic blanked, talking and laughing. She swallowed her envy.

At least I`m not locked away in one of these stalls, she thought.

She took a deep breath as she approached the stall and held it as she peeked inside the dim room. A wall of hot, rancid air hit her instantly. The floor was streaked with filth, and the girl molded into the urinal’s structure made her recoil. She staggered back, gagging.

“Fuck, that’s nasty,” she muttered, spitting onto the grass.

She took a few moments to collect herself, sucking in clean air until the nausea passed. There was no getting out of it. She shoved the door wide open to let fresh air into the stall, then waited a minute before stepping into the stall. It was cooler now, bearable. She slipped on protective gloves, fished an instruction manual out of her pocket, and scanned the checklist.

First order of business; clean the sink and mirror. Simple. She scrubbed until the glass cleared and the porcelain at least approximated the color of white. She glanced at the instruction manual again. Second order of business; mop the floors. Again, simple. She sloshed the mop through the puddles, working the grime loose with quick, determined strokes. It was far from spotless by the time she gave up, but at least her shoes didn’t stick to the floor anymore. Then came the real work, urinal cleaning. She turned her gaze to the girl embedded in the frame next to the sink. She’d done her best to ignore her presence, treating the fixture like just another piece of equipment. But now that she`d dealt with the easy tasks, that was no longer an option.

The urinal frame was unremarkable, but the way the girl’s body had been molded into it with clinical precision wasn`t. A smooth, taut expanse of latex stretched across her scalp, neck, and shoulders, melding into the black wall behind her. The strict latex bent her head back slightly, with two rubber handled protruding from either side of it, while a large ring-gag held her mouth open. Mary didn’t need the manual to tell her what they were for; it was evident from the layer of dried cum that coated the girl’s face.

Plenty of people had ignored the urinals mouth and aimed for her eyes instead. They were bloodshot and swollen, ringed in dark bruises and crusted residue. Mary met the girl’s gaze for the first time and found a quiet plea in her tired eyes. Not for help, exactly. A plea for mercy, for an end. Mary knew what ending up in a place like this meant. Meat urinals weren’t released, or reassigned, or even visited by family. Once installed, they stayed in service until their bodies broke down or someone decided to terminate them. It was a death sentence, drawn out through years of degradation. It made her skin crawl.

And yet, there was something about the image in front of her that stirred a low warmth in her belly. The helplessness, the complete objectification, it made her wonder what the girl looked like in use. She told herself it was just morbid curiosity. That was easier than admitting the tight, coiling warmth could be something else.

“No one’s ever coming to get you out of this, are they?”

The words came out sharper than she expected. She didn’t know why she’d said them, and regretted it almost immediately, but the broken sob from below stopped her breath. There was a thrill in it she didn’t quite want to acknowledge, and the impulse to say more bubbled up quickly. She bit her tongue at the last instant and stepped outside instead, slightly dizzy.

The sun was a welcome friend now, and she took a moment to breathe in the scent of barbecues and cut grass. Across the park, people played and picnicked. The group of girls from before stretched lazily in the grass with a couple of beers. A young couple held hands, sun-drowsy and smiling. The world, for everyone else, was simple and golden. A smile played at the corner of Mary`s lips. She might have a shit job to do, but at least she wasn’t at the bottom of the totem pole, not by a long shot.

She grabbed a bucket and a washrag from the cart and stepped back into the stall. The air inside was still thick, but the worst of the stench had faded. She knelt in front of the urinal and dipped the rag into the soapy water. The girl’s face was a wreck, dried cum and piss crusting at the corners of her eyes and mouth, across her cheeks, staining the rubber that held her in place. Mary started scrubbing. It was hard going. The filth was stubborn, and the girl flinched with each stroke.

“You look like hell” Mary said.

The girl blinked, eyes wet and red. Still trying to hold eye contact. Mary looked back for a moment, then wiped a smear of yellow from her cheek.

“I wonder if you even know what day it is.”

The girl’s eyes twitched, and for a second Mary thought she saw panic passing through them. She rinsed the rag and worked it gently under the eyes, where the bruises were darkest. The urinal whimpered, barely audible. Mary smiled to herself and kept cleaning.
Finished with the task, she moved the bucket to the side and straightened up, checking her worksheet again. “Check breasts thoroughly for cuts and apply antiseptic if found” she muttered and let her eyes drift over the girl’s chest and midsection. On inspection, it looked like the breasts had taken quite a lot of abuse. A curved plate pressing into the small of her back forced them upward, arching the girl’s spine into a pose that was both obscene and strangely elegant. The position was cruel, designed to hurt, but Mary couldn’t deny the eroticism of it.

She rinsed the rag again and wiped down the urinal’s neck and shoulders, working her way down. Up close, the damage to the girls’ breasts was even more apparent. Bruises in hues of blue, yellow and purple bloomed across them, like the work of countless vicious artists, while small circular burns cratered the skin like a moonscape. Two large, heavy looking rings bore through the nipples, providing solid handles for anyone to twist and pull on to their heart`s content.

“These have taken a real beating, haven’t they? Must be sensitive.” She said.

She hooked her fingers through the rings to check the underside of the breasts. Damp. Red. Some patches of eczema, but no broken skin. Her fingers lingered at the rings for a moment, and in a sudden twinge of cruelty, she twisted them hard. The urinal flinched with a muffled yelp. Mary felt it in her wrist, a quick shock, then surrender.

“Yep! Pretty sensitive”, she said, and smiled faintly. “Alright, so that’s your face and tits, all nice and clean. What’s next?” After wiping her gloves on the rag, she checked the worksheet again.

“Right, feeding” she muttered, skimming the bullet points. “Insert full nutrient pump into urinals mouth. Push as deep as possible, pump until empty. Apply force if necessary.”

Mary glanced at the ring-gag stretching the girl’s mouth open. She imagined the pump going in, imagined the struggle, the gagging. The girls’ lips trembled slightly, and her eyes locked onto Mary`s in fear.

“Deep as it’ll go, huh? Not your favorite part?” she asked

As she stepped outside again to grab the nutrient pump. A small line had formed beside the stall, but they looked relaxed. One man scrolled lazily through his phone; another leaned against the wall sipping a sports drink. The woman took a lazy drag of a cigarette.

The man at the front caught Mary`s eye. He was tall, maybe in his late twenties, with a clean-shaven jaw and thick forearms dusted with light hair. His shirt clung to the muscle of his chest in a way that made her stomach tighten.

“Excuse me, miss. Any idea how long?” he asked.

Mary blinked, suddenly aware of how sweaty she was.

“Oh, not long,” she said, brushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “Just finishing up.”

He gave her a brief smile, and Mary tried not to look flustered as she turned to the cart and picked up the nutrient pump. Back inside, it felt heavy in her hand. It was a tool made for compliance, not comfort, with a thick black phallus-shaped shaft meant to reach deep into the throats of the poor creatures. Mary thought it looked far too big to fit, but on closer inspection, it was just narrow enough to pass through the ring gag. The urinal’s mouth gaped in unwilling invitation, her throat twitching as she swallowed instinctively.

Mary aligned the tip with the ring and let it rest there, watching the urinal’s eyes twitch, wondering how deep she should go. Better a bit too deep than not deep enough. Besides, I`m doing her service, and if she chokes a bit…well”.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll make sure you get every drop.”

She pushed gently at first, letting the phallus slide over the urinals tongue and settle at the back of its mouth. There the urinal resisted, as a clutch of wet muscle tightened to protect against the intrusion. Mary toughened her grip around the pump shaft and pressed harder, muscles tensing and teeth clenching as she leant her weight into the motion, determined to push the diabolical device past the urinal`s throat barrier.

The girl’s body started jolting inside the strict rubber frame, hips twitching, bruised tits swaying from side to side. It wasn’t screaming, it couldn’t, but the desperate noises it made were enough to make Mary chuckle. Finally, she raised her arm and gave the top of the pump a solid blow, and was rewarded as the urinal `s throat finally submitted to her power with a pathetic wet choke. The urinal thrashed and gurgled quietly, eyes bulging. Mary let out a quiet laugh.

“Not so eager for this part, are you?”

She steadied the pump with one hand and brushed a strand of hair from her face with the other. She let her hand rest on the pump for a moment, regarding the urinal with amusement, feeling the quiver of the girl’s throat on the shaft as it convulsed helplessly. She pushed the pump deeper into the urinals throat, inch by inch, until the base of it slid flush against the rubber of the gag. The urinal blinked, eyes wet and wide, cheeks trembling with the effort not to cry. There was rage in that expression. Humiliation. It made something low in Mary’s stomach flutter, then settle with a quiet throb.

She curled her fingers around the pump’s handle and depressed it slowly. Thick gruel surged through the shaft with a low mechanical groan. Mary felt the tension build as the girl’s throat convulsed harder, panicked by the flow. She kept pressure steady, feeding the entire container’s worth straight down into the stomach of squirming, protesting body.

“There we go,” she said softly. “Straight down your dirty little gullet.”

The pump clicked empty, and she pulled it free, a trail of fluid clung to the tip as it exited, and a choking gasp followed from deep within the urinal’s chest. It slumped in its frame as far as the restraints allowed, chest rising in shallow, jerking breaths.

“It's ready”, Mary called out.

The handsome man from before stepped into the doorway. He glanced at her, brow slightly raised.

“So, are you going to stand there and watch, or?”

“Oh! Sorry. I just have one more task on my list if it’s okay, I’ll work a little while you do your thing. I’ll be quick.”

He shrugged. “Fine by me, miss. If you don’t mind me doing what I came to do.”

“Oh no, that’s totally fine,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Go ahead.”

Mary stepped outside and rifled through the cart until she found a fresh set of batteries. As she came back inside the man was already pissing in the girl’s mouth, sighing contentedly. Her eyes dropped, just for a second, and landed on his cock. It was thick and heavy looking and growing by the second. The sight made her pulse skip.

“You checking me out, girl?” the man asked without, his voice low and teasing.

Mary’s stomach dropped. Her cheeks flared hot.

"Oh my god, sorry!” she blurted, eyes darting to the instruction manual in her hands.

He chuckled. “That’s alright. I don’t mind.”

Turning to the instruction manual to avoid further embarrassment, she started reading and found the heading marked “fuck-machine, maintenance and operation”. She cleared her throat and read under her breath.
- “Hold red power button three seconds to turn off fuck-machine.
- change batteries if power low (indicated by power lights, battery under floorboard)
- withdraw dildo`s from orifices if inserted and unscrew from fuck-machine.
- coat dildo`s with irritant gel, apply liberally.
- re-screw dildos to fuck-machine and align with orifices. Press red power button once to restart.”

“Whoever put those cuntbusters is these stalls is a genius” The man said.

He had finished pissing, and was fucking the urinals face with deep, deliberate strokes.

“And the gel they put on them makes them scream like banshees, especially the higher-grade stuff.”

Mary knelt beside the man and scanned the base of the machine. Two vertical pistons sat underneath the urinal, each tipped with a retracted dildo. She found the power indicator on the box at the base of the pistons, dead battery. After a brief look around, she found the floor panel and popped it open, giving her access to the machine`s internals. She flipped the old battery out and slid the new one in with a satisfying click. The power lights turned green. Still kneeling, she turned her attention to the rest of the setup, delighting in the wet, rhythmic gagging of the urinal as the man above continued to fuck the its throat. Her gaze dropped to the urinal’s lower holes.

Then she froze.

“…Jesus” The word slipped between her lips before she could stop it.

The man paused his thrusting rhythm, cock halfway buried in the urinal's throat. He looked down at Mary, his brow slightly raised, “What?” he asked.

“I`m sorry it`s just…fucking hell, look at that.”

The man stepped back, pulling free from the urinal’s mouth, his eyes narrowing as he crouched next to her. The urinal`s asshole was a gaping maw of twisted red flesh, prolapsed and slack. The rim was discolored and puffy, pocket with scar tissue from innumerable tears and abrasions. It twitched faintly at random intervals, broken nerves firing

“Well that`s a horror show.” He said dryly.

Mary snorted, and he chuckled with her.

“God knows what`s been shoved in there over the years, that thing`s ruined forever” She said.

“Yeah.” He said, nodding at the piston “You`re going to need a bigger dildo. Look.”

Mary saw that he was right. It looked far too small for the open pit it was supposed to fill. She`d need something much bigger.

Its cunt looked practically pristine by comparison. Steel rings ran through each of the labia majora, three on each side, stretched taught by thin chains anchored to
the machine’s base. They stretched the plump outer lips out in a cruel display, exposing the vulnerable pink cunthole beneath. It also prevented the urinal from

drawing too far away from the fuck-machine, unless it wanted its labia torn clean off.

“Bet she was proud of that little cock sheath once.” The man said

“Bet she still is. We’ll fix that.” She replied.

Even with its protective folds spread wide and exposed, the slit itself clenched defiantly. It looked tight, delicate, regal. Like a queen being marched naked through the streets, holding her head high and pretending she still had dignity. That pride would have to be crushed once and for all, Mary decided. Knowing what she had to do, she hurried back to the cart to pick up new dildos and irritant gel.

She stepped out into the sun and closed the stall door behind her. The crowd had swelled, fifteen, maybe twenty people now. All waiting to have a go. It wasn’t so much a line anymore, most were just milling about, drinking beers and chatting. A couple were pissing in the bushes. Mary had the distinct impression they were more interested in using the urinal to get off, than relieve their bladders. Curious, she paused and tilted her head. No music.

“Concert must`ve ended. Poor bitch is in for a rough night” she thought, and turned to the cart.

There were gel packets labeled mild, medium, strong, extra strong, and hellish - each bearing pornographic illustrations of women in various degrees of distress, ranging from mild discomfort to absolute agony. The hellish pack featured a cartoon of a woman being gang-raped by demons in a pit of fire. Mary snorted and grabbed three of them.

She crouched to the lower compartment of the cart and opened the box of dildos. Rows of silicone shafts in every size and color gleamed up at her. Overwhelmed, she picked some at random but discarded most of them. Anything smaller than extra large just wouldn’t do.
She dug around in the box until she found what she was looking for: a pair of brutal demon-themed cocks, one nine-incher to give the urinals cervix a proper pounding, and a hulking thirteen-inch monstrosity to ravage its loose anus. Both were black and red silicone, with studded sides and flared heads big enough to pop jaws.

She stood, holding them up with a grin. Perfect.


End of Part 1
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Hiya, I posted a story called Heavenly Escapades on the old forum under much the same name as this, and I`ve recently taken up writing again.
I might post that here too, along with anything else I write, after it`s revised. The second half of this one is already finished so stay tuned, and feel free to comment of what you liked/didn`t like. I enjoy reading your feedback.

[Claire]

I think the actual writing is the strongest part of the story. I like the very matter of fact style that avoids flowery prose. That really brings across how normal this situation is in the world you are describing, and also the total objectification you were going for. For me personally though, the entire scenario is too grotesque to really enjoy. The absurdity of this kills my immersion. That being said, I can see people liking this a lot who are into this kind of over the top scenario.

[Kaizererotica]

Haha, thanks Claire. I do tend to write very sort of "porny", over the top stories. Pure smut really. I also very much like dystopias where misogyny is institutionalized (like the Erenisch comics). Some people find it very enjoyable I think, while others need a bit more believability, or want more meat on the bones in terms of character development.
Total objectification is a theme I keep circling back to. There are other ways to construct a story around it too, for example writing snippets from the first person perspective of a footstool or lamp or whatever over the course of several years, but I find that neglecting the object`s PoV entirely works just as well as a narrative tool that negates their humanity.

[Claire]

@Kaizererotica I fully agree that disregarding the POV of the victim can be very effective. I often like to switch POVs but I also wrote a second person narrator story that focused solely on he rapist's perspective, putting the reader directly into his mind. Committing to a single POV can be a lot of fun!

Btw, I fogot to say: Welcome to the Academy! I hope we get to read more stories from you and also your thoughts on other people's stories!

[Kaizererotica]

Community Service, part 2
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Back inside, the stall was thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and chemical cleanser. The handsome man stood over the urinal again, fucking it faster now, completely disregarding its discomfort while slamming into its throat with rhythmic wet slaps.

Mary quickly knelt beside the pistons and went to work. First, she unscrewed the old dildos and laid them aside without a second glance. The new ones felt heavier in her hands; dense beasts molded into wrathful shapes. She turned them in her gloved hands, admiring the sculpted ridges and studs and the impossibly wide flared heads, feeling her panties dampen as she imagined what they would look like in use.

She opened the first packet of hellish gel, and the smell hit her immediately. It was sharp, chemical, and burned her nose fiercely. The gel oozed out, dark and glistening across her gloved fingers. She coated the smaller of the two cocks first, working the gel into every groove and vicious stud with slow, deliberate strokes, until the dildo glistened like a weapon drawn from the depths of hell. The larger cock took more effort, being so wide she had to use both hands to hold it steady. She squeezed the gel from the second packet, slathering it thick over the shaft. Again, taking great care to make sure every, nub, crevice, and spike that would soon be tearing up the urinal from the inside was richly covered.

In the end, there was still a third of each packet left.
Wasteful not to use it, Mary thought, and spread most of the remaining gel on her hands.

Her gloved index finger dipped inside the cunt first, spreading gel deep into the twitching passage with slow, deliberate strokes. She felt the slick heat of the cunt as it clenched around her. Tight. She added her middle finger next, stretching out the hole and pressing deeper as the urinal whimpered. Three fingers was too much for the dainty cock sleeve, so Mary pinched two of the opened gel packets between her index and middle finger and carefully inserted them as far into the recalcitrant hole as she could.

Next came the anus, still gaping from years of use. She pressed three fingers in, then four, then her whole hand, watching the girl shudder with each invasive movement. She didn’t speak. Just breathed slowly through her nose as she worked, slowly fisting the hellish substance into the battered tract.
Once both holes were glistening and slick, she clicked the thick silicone cocks into their mounting sockets and screwed them into place. She gave a tiny exhale as she slid them into position, fingertips still resting lightly on the flared heads of the beasts, just kissing the edges of the holes they were about to invade.
After a moment’s thought, she set the fuck-machine to its slowest speed and dialed the resistance sensitivity to low-medium. It would keep up its attempts at demonic invasion no matter what, and eventually succeed, but Mary didn’t want a quick victory. She wanted a struggle. She hit the power button and stood up, watching as the machine came to life with a low, mechanical growl.

They crouched together to watch the show. For the first couple of thrusts, it looked like neither of the cocks would ever fit. The infernal dildos, thick, ridged masses of red and black silicone, each slicked with fiery gel, pressed hard against holes never meant to take anything even remotely their size. The urinal, feeling the mass of the intrusion, moaned in protest and stared onto Mary with dread in its eyes. The handsome man laughed softly, casually stroking his cock over the urinals panicked face, soaking it in.

“Yeah, you feel that don’t you? That’s not going to stop until it obliterates you, sweetheart”.

“Do you think she`s feeling the burn yet?” Mary asked.

“It`s pretty immediate yeah, but it`s going to get way worse. Which one did you pick?"

“Hellish “ she said.

The man whistled. “You know I read somewhere it’s worse than dozens of bullet-ant stings?”

“Oh my, I almost feel a little sorry for her.” Mary muttered.

The man shot him a playful glance “Softie”.

“Hey, I said almost”.

She sat, enraptured by the way the urinal`s anal ring clenched, desperately trying to deny the massive intruder as the demon ground it inwards with steady pressure, demanding to be granted entry. With no immediate results, the machine whirred and drew back before pushing forward again. The urinal’s body trembled now, crying as the tired walls of its shit-pipe began to give way under the brutal assault.

The enormous tip of the demon cock didn't punch through in one movement. It stretched the tissue wide, slowly and deliberately, like it meant to take total ownership over every millimeter of failing flesh. Finally, the rim yawned and gave, and the flare punched through it with a sick, wet pop. The urinal jerked once, its body registering the moment it lost the fight. The piston drew back again, but now the flared head caught against the anal ring and the battered muscle clung to it stubbornly.

“Looks like she wanted her ass destroyed after all, doesn’t want to let go”

Mary laughed as the piston pressed forward once more, watching the demon cock drive into the urinal’s rectum. Claiming its place as a vengeful conqueror.
The hopeful cunt-breaker in contrast, met stiffer resistance. While the chains attached to its labial rings stretched the urinal`s vulva open, giving the wrathful beast the warm welcome it deserved, the tight opening of its cunt fought hard for its dignity.

“Just doesn`t want to take it” the man said.

“Doesn`t matter, it will” Mary replied

The demon cock pushed and retreated, pushed and retreated, slowly stretching and violating the boundaries of the vulnerable cunt each time it butted against the pink slit. Giving no quarter, refusing to take no for an answer, unrelenting.

The cock surged forward again with a mechanical hiss, threatening to rip the cunt apart with its massive size unless it accepted total domination. Which finally, it did. The tight pleasure sleeve split open around the flare like a flower forced into bloom, with a trickle of blood flowing down the enormous shaft.

Jenny grinned. “There it is.”

“Took that crown right off her proud pussy, didn’t it?”

The urinal shrieked and thrashed violently as its cunt was finally ruptured, desperately trying to escape. It tried to raise itself from the frame, but gave up as its labia stretched down around the demonic phallus. It tried again and again, bouncing up and down as much as the tight bonds would allow, but it never seem to have the guts to wreck its own cuntlips permanently.

“Are you fucking yourself on those cocks you horny little trash-slut?" Mary said, incredulously.

“I think she wants it harder. Maybe we should turn up the power on this thing?”

Mary did, and it was a much more violent display than she had anticipated. The demon cock slammed itself into the cervix of its victim, along with the packet of fiery gel now driven halfway into its uterus, over and over and over again. The monster in its asshole did much the same, tearing new rifts into the raw flesh and filling them with the infernal gel.

The man stood up again, stroking his cock faster now. He grabbed the nipple rings of the urinal’s hefty udders, gathering both in his right hand. It took some effort, with it howling and shaking like it was riding the electric chair.

“You know what, I don’t think this breathing waste dump appreciates our efforts to spice up her sex life at after all. She`s wriggling around like worm!”.

“I think you`re right” Mary replied.
Remembering that she still had one packet of gel left, she giggled
“I think we`re going to have to cover this disgusting snatch with as much gel as we possibly can, to properly punish this dirty piss-mop for her ingratitude”. She said and smacked the vulva repeatedly with her gloved hand.

The meat urinal tried to turn her head, panicked.`eeease, eaaaase!` it protested

“It`s too late now you dirty little sewer rat! You made your bed, and now you`re lying in it” Mary said.

She spurted a good chunk of the gel onto her gloves and began slowly massaging the urinals` vulva. Taking care to stroke the infernal substance as deep as she could into its urinal tract. Strangely, the demonic cocks seemed to slow down their thrusting, almost as if to give Mary the space she needed to work. She, however, was too horny to notice, and so was the man. He was busy using the meat urinals tits to masturbate with.

“let`s make sure to get this wonderful gel in all those dirty little nooks and crannies” Mary said. The man looked down at her, visibly turned on by the dirty talk.

“All around the clit and as deep as we can under the hood too.” she said, pinching and twisting the clitoris as hard she could. “ungrateful waste receptacles don`t deserve any pleasure, do they?” She looked up at him and winked.

“Fuck no they don`t” he said. “They deserve to suffer and die”.

He was fucking its hefty tits now, amusing himself by slapping the urinal across the face, intermittently shoving his hand down past its ring gag to slick his cock with its throat slime.

Mary`s pussy ached as she watched him beat the hapless torture doll again and again, “No. Mercy. For. Cunts!” he said, beating its face with each syllable.

“Turn the machine up again girl, make it pay!”.

Mary didn’t have to. As if on command, the fuck machine roared back to full power, violently hammering hellfire into the meat urinal`s broken holes, stretching them to their breaking point with each brutal mechanical thrust. For a moment she thought she saw faint whisps of smoke coming out of its holes, as the cocks pounded them mercilessly. Wasn`t that the smell sulphur? But as soon as she noticed, it was gone.

The man groaned and aimed his cock at human waste receptacle`s red, tear-stained face, shooting rope after rope of thick cum across its cheeks, nose, and bloodshot eyes.

“Disgusting piece of shit” he said, and squeezed the last drops of cum out into the open mouth. Mary handed him a wet wipe and kissed him deeply.

When they finished making out, he cleaned his cock and made a halfhearted attempt at wiping down the urinal-turned-cum rag. She took a step back to study the result and was pleased. It was an absolute mess of course, as if her cleaning for the past hour hadn’t counted for anything, but she didn’t care.
She listened to the cunt-dampening wails of the human waste receptacle, with its stupid cum covered face and its beaten and burnt udders, shaking and wriggling in pain and fear, and humiliation.

She listened the sound of the fuck-machine incessantly pounding its holes, delivering an unrelenting barrage of hard, maximum power mechanical punishment, driving copious amounts of hellish burning gel ever deeper into its cervix and intestines.

She listened to the crowd outside; drunk, happy, and horny, just waiting for the chance to release all their pent-up desire and aggression onto this…vessel, along with all their cum, piss, and spit, reveling in its degradation as they reach ecstasy.

She thought about how the soul-boiling hell of abuse would go on and on and on for this poor wretch of a being, until it eventually expired, or was terminated, While she and everyone else here would live happy, fulfilled lives filled with love and joy, and forget it even existed.

It was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

“Well, I guess we`re done here." She said. “Just one more thing.”

With the tip of her gloved fingers she carefully touched the urinals’ tear ducts.

“Just to make sure you keep crying. There’s a whole crowd out there for you and you look so much hotter that way. See you tomorrow…if you survive” She blew it a kiss.

The handsome man wrapped his strong arms around her waist, and the pair of them walked out into the fresh summer air together, with the hopeless urinal screaming in agony behind them.

The crowd was large now, and any sense of order had completely dissipated, as around 50 men and women milled about, ready to get their rocks off.
“Give her hell people!” She yelled, and got a great big cheer in return, as the crowd rushed the stall.

They walked together for a little while, without a word.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“That was intense” he said, and they broke out in laughter together.

“I`m Amon by the way” Amon said, extending his hand.

Mary took it.

“Mary”.

“Pleased to meet you, Mary. Would it be too forward of me to ask a beautiful you girl such as yourself for her number?" He asked.

“Not at all” she replied.

He fished a phone out of his pocket. Mary took it smiling and added herself to his contact list.

“I`m meeting up with some friends, but I`ll call you” he said, and turned to walk away.

Mary smiled as she watched him saunter down the gravel path in the late afternoon sun and started pushing her cart down towards the park maintenance shed.

“Maybe cleaning toilets isn`t so bad after all”.
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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this short story.

I feel like it has kind of a slasher/B-movie porno feel to it with the ridiculous dialogue, but I had a lot of fun writing it. Particularly the fuck-machine section, with just the slightest hint of a supernatural influence at play
Maybe we`ll keep pulling on that thread if Mary and Amon go on any other adventures.

[Blue]

If you like it...
Not my taste.

[Kaizererotica]

That`s fine, we all have different tastes
Your comment doesn`t really tell me anything useful though.

[Shocker]

“Fuck that’s nasty” sums up my feelings for this story. Its solidly written but neither the setting nor the kinks described, match my personal kinks.

[Blue]

That`s fine, we all have different tastes
Your comment doesn`t really tell me anything useful though.

What more can I say: it's simply not my taste. I agree with @Shocker.

I like rape stories, but this isn't one of those stories in my opinion. And therefore it is not my thing...

[Claire]

@Kaizererotica I read the second part now, too. And I can only echo what I said about the first one. I'll upgrade my rating for the story to two points. Regardless of my own preferences, in terms of pure writing ability it's definitely up there.

I think as a standalone sexual fantasy the story works. But if you want to turn the story into something longer, then you would need to add elements that keep this interesting. As an introduction to the setting and to our two main characters this works fine. But the shock value of the extreme nature of the scenario can only carry the story only so far. Readers will quickly get numb to it if it just keeps repeating one atrocity after another without there ever being any stakes, conflict and/or character development. So for a longer story, I would recommend that you come up with an overarching conflict for the narrative and that you add some depth to the characters.

Personally, I will likely not keep reading stories set in this universe. But I'd be curious to read something else from you that goes less for shock value and has a bit more substance to it as a story.