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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT
read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly
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The Laundry Room
By Richard
part 5
It was a 8X12 foot room. Bare cement floor. Two walls parallel the outside street corner.
One (including the door) facing the laundry room. One forming a wall that became part of the
stairwell on the other side. The street walls were gray concrete blocks cemented together and
stained red and black in patches from old water leaks and grime. The other two walls were sheet
rock panels, cracked and broken in places where you could see the block walls underneath. The
naked lightbulb was a 100 watt and lit up the room while leaving shadows across the bare lath
ceiling and in certain corners.
There was a bed in one corner. Black enamel with a sunburst design from the 1920s for the
headboard and a footboard that edged the top of the mattress with two curled enameled bed posts
rising up 6 inches above the mattress and about 2 inches thick. The mattress was bare, old and
dusty with a large brownish stain spread across the red and gray (at one time white) ticking.
The legs were curled as the bed posts had been and ended in clawed feet wrapped around a ball
with a flattened base. There was no pillow.
By the head of the bed was a brown nightstand, made of cheap pine or spruce, also circa
1920s. The scarred top had nothing on it and the single drawer was part open and also empty.
Part way out from under the bed was a porcelain bowl or pot, covered in thick dust through which
you could see dim images of roses and thorny rose vines. In the corner opposite the bed was a
bare metal clothes stand with 4 or 5 bare hangers hanging from it. That was it.
Liz turned in a panic and bumped right into Louise who pushed her into the room.
"No! You can't mean for me to live in here. It's filthy! It's like a monk's cell! I have
things! I have a life! I have..."
Then Louise slapped her hard. Twice. Across both cheeks and Liz fell silent.
"You have nothing but what I allow you. Even the clothes I will allow you to wear are no
longer yours. They are mine as you are mine and all things that are you are mine. This is your
room for the next two years. You will agree to this because what Mr. Laemmler and Roger and I
gave you in the laundry room is what you have secretly craved for years and didn't know how to
find. You've found it now. You've found that you're a slut at heart. And you'll do anything
to keep that slut feeling warming your pussy and asshole. You'll give up your room, your
things, your body, your privacy to feel a cock pushing inside you without you being able to
control it. To kneel down on dirty cement to lick pussy or cock or ass. To be told how and
what to eat and when to eat it. To have your basic bodily functions controlled by others.
Touch your pussy, Liz. It's wet right now. Just from hearing me say these things to you.
Touch it. I'm right, aren't I, Liz? Your pussy's leaking. Drooling your excitement at being
treated as a slut. And you love it, don't you, dear sweet slutty Liz? Show me how much you
love it."
And Liz drew her finger along her pussy lips and held up the wet dripping digit while tears
ran down her face.
"Get down on your knees, Liz. Right in front of me." and Liz did so. "Carl, Roger. Go
upstairs and strip her belongings, clothes, everything out of my apartment. Leave only the
underwear you think sexy, her slips and any heels above 2 inches in height. Everything else
goes into storage. Make sure you check the laundry basket she brought down and remove it as
well. Go. Now."
The heavy door closed behind the men as they left. Louise dropped the keys into a pocket on
her business jacket and stepped in front of Liz. Her long legs seemed to go up to the sky in
the shadowy room.
"Take my panties off, Liz." she commanded and Liz reached up under Louise's skirt with her
hands and peeled the pale blue panties down her legs. Louise stepped out them and then lowered
her hand to take them from Liz. After taking them she rubbed the panties, wet from her previous
cum and Liz's saliva, over Liz's face and neck. Liz sat there, her asscheeks resting on her
heels, and took it. Then Louise put the panties in the same pocket with the keys and began to
raise her skirt. As she did so she spoke again.
"Here's your first lesson as a complete basement slut, Liz. You're going to do all the
nasty shit you're going to live through because at heart you're a slut. A gutter slut. And
you'll do anything to maintain that, no matter how humiliating. Mr. Laemmler and Roger are
going to be fucking you, every day, because they're horny guys who like have their own personal
cunt to fuck. But me, I'm a little different. Don't get me wrong. I'm going to use you for
sex, any way I like it. You're going to become a great cuntlapper. If not, you're certainly
going to be sorry you're aren't. But it is not just the sex with me. I like the power. I like
taking your clothes, your body, your identity from you. I like making you crawl. Degrade
yourself, humiliate yourself, debase yourself at my command. That gives me almost as great a
thrill as the sex. Way down deep inside me. Right here, Liz. Put your mouth right here. Put
your mouth right over my pussy."
And Louise twined her fingers in Liz's hair and pulled her face forward into Louise's
trimmed auburn pussy hair.
"Spread my pussy lips and place your mouth right here. Right where I'm pointing. Don't
lick. Don't do anything but put your open mouth there." and Liz did as she was told.
Then Liz felt a wet splash against her open lips and inside against her tongue. It was
piss! Louise was pissing in her mouth! She thought to jerk her head away but before she could
Louise grasped her head more firmly and let another squirt into her mouth, forcing her to
swallow. Louise continued to struggle to control her flow as she again spoke.
"This will be a daily function for you, my little slut. I'm never going to have to pee into
a toilet again. All I have to do is come down here, spread my legs and you should automatically
know to put your mouth over my pee hole and suck the piss out of me. You'll swallow it all.
Any that spills onto the floor you'll lick up. You'll thank me each time and if you don't thank
me sincerely I'll spank your ass until you scream. Now take it, Liz, take it all." and Louise
continued to space her piss out so that Liz could taste and swallow it all. When she was done,
she continued rubbing her pussy against Liz's face, using Liz's nose and chin as friction points
until she came again. Then she pulled Liz's face from her crotch.
"Thank you, Louise, thank you for p..pp..pissing in my mouth." Liz said.
"You will call me Miss Louise from now on, Liz. Do not forget it."
"Yes..sss. Miss Louise."
"I will have Mr. Laemmler bring down a sheet for you to sleep under. You won't need a
pillow. You will use the chamberpot to piss and shit in. I suggest you take a nap now. You're
going to have a very busy evening."
Then Louise opened the door and stepped out of the room. A moment later Liz heard the lock
being turned and when she checked she found the door was solidly bolted. She turned around,
naked in her tiny room and wondered what she had let herself in for.
More to come! ...perhaps