Crying and shaking uncontrollably, Lyliana obeys Hamilton's command to clean faster. She bends down and presses her lips against her inner thigh, running her tongue along the skin and gathering the remnants of her shameful mess. The taste is revolting but she dare not refuse, licking and slurping up every last drop until her thigh is clean.
He grabs her by the hair and chains her to a table. He grabs a chainsaw and grins.
"That taste was... No, I won't let you do that."
Without warning, another gush of diarrhea erupts from Lyliana's bowels. This time, it's even more copious than before. The room fills with the cacophony of liquid splashing against the floor, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of her stomach emptying itself out.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she clenches her teeth so hard they nearly crack under the strain.
You need some help
Lyliana whimpers pitifully, tears streaming down her cheeks as the mess continues to spread across the floor. She feels like a complete failure, unable to even control her own bodily functions without causing a scene.
"Y-yes... Master," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm s-so sorry for making such a m-mess..."