She is squatting over me. She begins to urinate. Down the funnel, all over my face and into my hair. I'm choking and I can barely breath. I feel terrified and cold. She makes me lie there until she has completely released. I choke and splutter and hyperventilate. I look at him and ask if I can clean up. He says I can and I mop up the remaining urine from the floor. With a cloth, on my hands and knees.
They go back to sipping their drinks as if nothing has happened. I'm cold and itchy but saying very little. I kneel by his feet. She comes behind me and pulls back my head. She tells me I'm going to suck him until I vomit. She repeatedly pushes my head down onto his cock. The hardness chokes me but I try to stop myself from being sick. She lets me breath but she is insistent. She pushes me down again and again until I vomit. It covers my chin and my naked breasts, drips onto my stomach and the waistband of my knickers. I start to snivel. I crawl to the corner, under the stairs and I cry there and I feel safe and perfect.
I can hear her talking to him and he tells her I'm fine and leans his head under the stairs. He puts a cigarette in my mouth and lights it for me, Ash flutters loosely on to my sick covered thighs. I ask if I can wipe up. She pours them more wine and asks if I have a glass, he tells her that I don't need one. He pulls me to standing by my arm and tells me to open my mouth.
He pushes the sweet, dry, red liquid between my lips and closes it with a kiss, as I swallow deeply.
He tells me to go wipe myself down. I clean away the vomit. He leaves the room. She calls me to her and starts to lick and suck my breasts. They must still taste like bile. She tells me she's doing what she wants. We kiss and I lean her back onto the table. I finger and fist her and make her gush fluid. He plays with her breasts as she's asked quite politely. I'm not really here. I'm in my own world of emotional subterranea, deep down in the dark degraded hole. My hair is damp and streaked with piss, I'm wrist deep in flesh and the cigarette in my hand tastes good and hot. She's spurting fluids and moaning and I'm happy and in a good place and I think to myself we probably shouldn't have spent so long enjoying dinner.
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