Then, with a push and a slight, brief cramping, she began to piss into his mouth.
The initial look of confusion, even with his eyes still covered by the strip of cloth, was to die for. And when he realized what she was doing -- what he was being forced to swallow -- his look of betrayal was euphoria, a high like drugs, and it drove Eleanor into an animalistic frenzy. She rode his bucking face like a coin operated bronco, grabbing his hair with one hand and pinching his nose shut with the other. It was messy -- he sputtered, and piss went everywhere, down her thighs and over his chin, into his hair and soaked the pillows -- but finally he realized the only way to breathe was to suck the vile mess into his mouth with his gasps of air. Once he settled down she released his nose and he snorted while the last of her piss pooled in his mouth. "Swallow it," she whispered into his ear, "or I'll fucking choke you to death, you sissy little bitch." There -- that should clear up any misconceptions. His throat bobbed as he complied. When she slid off his mouth he tried to spit the taste out, but Eleanor picked the gag up -- it had rolled next to his face, and was covered with piss as well, much to her delight -- and shoved it in his mouth forcefully enough to take out teeth if he resisted. He shivered, and they both knew the rest of the night would be nothing but rape.
He was still hard, though -- too worked up from before to go limp so quickly and men had less control of their erections than they liked to think, anyways. Just like women, who could be wet even if they were forced, a man's body reacted to hormones, not intellect. A few quick jerking motions and a firm grip on his balls was all it took to resuscitate the flagging staff. Eleanor coated it with a generous amount of lube and sat back onto him, doing her best to enjoy the feel of a cock inching its way deep into her ass. She flagged a little in her excitement -- even with the preparation it still hurt a bit -- until she imagined how he must think he was Elise's ass, and that made Eleanor think of her other victim, still lying naked and used -- and usable -- on another bed in the hotel. Suddenly aflame with passion, she found herself eager, almost desperate for some form of satiation and she rode Kevin hard, grunting and swearing at him under her breath. From then on she took the anal like a champ, like she wanted Elise to take it, she felt stuffed full and pumped her fingers into her cunt until she screamed through an orgasm, wondering how many she'd had so far tonight. More than usual in a session with one of her slaves and she was still warming up. As she shivered through it she felt the dick twitch inside of her bowels and was shocked to realize Kevin's prick was tentatively unloading his cum.
"You fucking bitch!" She remembered just in time to make it a hoarse whisper. "You got your fucking cum in my ass! You're gonna fucking pay for that, sissy." She slapped his face, over and over until it was certain he'd have bruises -- maybe even a black eye -- while he was still inside her, spasming. She hated him for it, for taking any pleasure while she was savoring a vicious revenge; it like he was raping her instead and that made her hot all over again, made another tiny little orgasm ripple through her sweaty body. Fucking asshole.
Without a word she stood up, his cock coming out with a disgusting slurp, and pulled another dress out of her bag -- a grey suit and skirt she kept handy in case of an accident at work. It wasn't anything special, but it was a lot easier to put on than the overdone costume dress. For this trip, Eleanor didn't bother with the mask or any underwear. Decent again, she grabbed all the rest of his clothing and left the room, slamming the oak door as hard as she could so Kevin would know he'd been left helpless in a puddle of piss, spread naked and available to anyone who might come in -- or who she might send back. Eleanor took the minor precaution of posting the Do Not Disturb card -- there really wasn't much chance anyone would stumble in late at night, though. Even so, she knew that Kevin would writhe in misery and uncertainty, that her absence would be a torture by itself; but hell, for all the damn she gave he could piss himself with fear.
However, she thought, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. She pulled the prick's wallet from the remains of his trousers, overjoyed to see the thick wad of cash and plastic, and threw the rest of his attire away. It was time to go shopping, starting with a good drink before the buzz wore off, and time to check in on Elise as well. Since she was destroying the little slut's relationship, probably smearing her reputation at work and possibly even getting her into legal trouble, Eleanor figured the least she could do was make sure the whore was still breathing.
