"Go on, drink up...

These chemicals don't just work on frogs anymore, y'know?"

"I'll tell my marketing department to expect the next bestseller..."

"And if you ever write something about our 'shared interests', I might publish it for you..."

"Yeah, I'll be at your book launches and you can come to all my parties..."

"Yes I think that we are as well."

"Words can have a lot of influence and power. Not as much as billions of dollars, of course, but they can still be very useful..."

"Omg! It's like we're twins or something..."

"You know that does sound a lot like me. You wouldn't happen to be like super rich as well, would you?"

"That's what people say, I have a hard time disagreeing.

And what would that be?"

"And the brains to go along with it..."

Bella laughed as she heard those giggles of delight from beneath her. It was only a few minutes ago that Dawn had been whining and complaining about her situation.

Now, it looked like she had never experienced anything better than being used as a urinal.

She didn't say anything as he bravely moved his tongue towards her inner thigh, closer to her crotch. She wanted to see if he would keep going without her express permission.

"I know you will. I'm sure you'll make a good temple priestess for your Goddess one day..."

Bella gripped hold of the chain link fence that Dawn was cuffed to.

"Mmmhhh..."

She sighed and let out a stream of warm piss all over the girl's face.

Bella looked deep into his eyes as he paused his worship to look up at her for a moment.

"Yes. Boys are worthless unless they are weak, pretty and obedient. That's what makes you so special..."

"That's it, be a good fucking urinal. Just like that..."

Bella pulled up her skirt slightly and stood over the handcuffed girl. Her crotch was just inches from her face.

"Such a pretty little slave for me..."

She said, her voice getting more breathy as his tongue slowly crept its way further and further up her thighs.

Beg.

Beg for my piss, bitch.

"So soft and pretty. You like that, don't you?"

She bit her lip, her mind racing with all sorts of devious thoughts.

She moved down from stroking his hair, to gently running her fingernails down his back.

It's been a while since you had some.

You must be getting withdrawal symptoms...

"Girls are just so much better, aren't they, Charlie?"

She said softly as he reached her thighs, running his tongue across every inch.

Of course you would. You're a fucking addict, aren't you?

Addicted to warm, sweet piss...

As he got further up, going from her ankles to her calves, she reached down and ran a hand through the boy's hair.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Doing absolutely everything that a superior woman tells you to..."

Of course you would.

You'd be stupid not to.

And maybe that's exactly what you deserve, to be a rich person's urinal for the rest of your life...

She let out a sigh of satisfaction as he planted that first kiss on her feet, paying good attention to her heels.

"Tell me how much you love being a slave to your Goddess."

Just think, if you gargle enough billionaire piss you might find a way to stop being a dirty, white trash peasant.

Arabella smiled and licked her lips as he lowered himself down to his knees before her.

"Start from the bottom and work your way up."

Now you're going to be a good little piss-dump for me and all my friends, aren't you?

You're welcome.

Next time I won't be so merciful...