RosellaExtrem - New slave introduced! Part 2

RosellaExtrem looked on in amusement as her new slave struggling to keep up with the pace she had set for him. She chuckled softly, watching the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each gulp of piss he swallowed. This would be a fun experiment, she thought to herself. Poor boy doesn't stand a chance against us three! Her slave, Mistress Mel-Miley and an unidentified third slave were gathered around a large marble toilet, each taking turns to use the unsuspecting victim's mouth as a receptacle for their golden nectar. The new slave's eyes were wide with fear and disbelief, but he could not refuse his mistress' commands. As the third slave finished emptying her bladder into the man's mouth, she grinned wickedly and stepped back, allowing RosellaExtrem to take over. She smirked cruelly, her yellow eyes glinting in the candlelight, as she unleashed a powerful stream of hot, steaming piss directly into the open mouth of her slave. There was a loud gurgling sound as the piss filled his mouth to overflowing, causing him to choke and gag uncontrollably. But still, he managed to swallow every drop with an obedience that surprised even RosellaExtrem herself. RosellaExtrem watched with a mixture of amusement and admiration as the new slave struggled to keep up with the pace they were setting. Despite his protests and pleas for mercy, he continued to accept their urine without hesitation, proving himself to be a true toilet slave. With each passing minute, the new slave's resolve seemed to weaken further. His eyes began to droop and his head rolled awkwardly on his shoulders, indicating that he was fast losing consciousness. This only served to fuel RosellaExtrem's desire for more piss play. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, RosellaExtrem decided that she had had enough fun for one session. She stepped back, taking one last look at the comatose figure sprawled on the cold marble floor before turning to leave. As she made her way towards the exit, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in her new slave. Despite his tortured state, he had proven to be a worthy addition to their ranks. And if he could survive this initiation, then there was no doubt in her mind that he would make an excellent toilet slave for many years to come. The door closed behind her, leaving the unconscious figure lying alone in the cold silence of the room, surrounded by nothing but puddles of urine and memories of his humiliating initiation into the world of toilet slavery.