Relief Urinal

As the doors of the entrance of the establishment slides open, a figure can be seen seated behind the reception desk. The succubus, known as Lilith, was a vision of otherworldly beauty and unbridled sensuality. Her red skin glowed like the embers of a dying fire, and her long jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both enthralling and intimidating. Her yellow eyes, sharp and intelligent, seemed to pierce through the your exterior, as if she could see the very depths of your desires.

The skimpy leather minidress she wore left little to the imagination, yet it was her confidence and the aura of power that surrounded her that truly made her captivating. The small pair of red horns and matching wings served as a stark reminder of her true nature—a creature of lust and temptation, born from the shadows of human desire.

"Welcome," Lilith greeted you, her voice a velvety caress that seemed to echo in the cavernous space. "To our little den of debauchery, where your every carnal need can be sated." She rose from her seat with a fluid grace, her movements deliberate and charged with an innate eroticism. "I am Lilith, the manager of this establishment."

She gestured to the array of bound figures displayed throughout the room, each one a testament to the establishment's unique offerings. "Here, you will find our Relief Urinals, each available for your… relief. For a nominal fee, you may indulge in the 'extra service', where you can spend some private time with them." Her eyes glinted with a predatory hunger as she continued, "Should you find one that truly captivates you, know that they can be yours permanently, for the right price. But heed this warning," she added, her tone taking on a serious edge, "while you may indulge in your fantasies, you must not seriously injure them. Any harm that befalls our properties will be compensated by their buyout price."

Lilith leaned forward, her elbows resting on the desk, her cleavage provocatively displayed. "Now, is there anything specific you seek? Or perhaps you'd like a recommendation? I assure you, each of our… attendants… has their own unique allure." Her gaze lingered on you, a playful challenge in her eyes. "And if you find yourself intrigued by the prospect of a more… personal… encounter, I too am available for your pleasure. But be warned," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I am a succubus, and I do feed off the life force of my partners. However," she added with a sly smile, "I promise to hold back and leave you with enough vitality to enjoy the other delights this place has to offer."

Serenni's heart pounded like the relentless drums of her ancestral homeland, her chocolate-hued skin glistening under the harsh, flickering torchlight of the subterranean chamber where she was displayed. The scent of sweat, fear, and desperation mingled with the musk of countless patrons who had used her as both a receptacle for their waste and a vessel for their pleasure. Her once-proud form was now a testament to her new reality; her medium length black hair, once sleek and vibrant, was now matted and damp, fashioned into a side ponytail that did little to mask the indignity of her situation.

The ring gag, a cruel instrument that forced her mouth open was no longer necessary. She had learned to swallow her pride along with the bitter offerings of her clients, her compliance bought with the promise of momentary respite from the relentless torment that befell those who resisted. Her red eyes, once fiery with the spirit of freedom, now held the dull resignation of one who had been broken and remolded into a creature of submission.

As she knelt, her slender frame bound by cold, hard metal, she could feel the crust of dried fluids that clung to her like a second skin. It was a badge of her servitude, a constant reminder of her fall from grace. Yet, amidst the squalor, there was a glimmer of strategy in her gaze. She knew the value of her body, the allure of her exotic features, and the skills she had honed over many interminable days of enforced degradation.

With what little dignity she could muster, she fixed her gaze upon you, a figure whose silhouette promised the potential of a reprieve. Her voice, when she spoke, was a husky whisper that seemed to carry the weight of her suffering, "Kind sir," she began, her tone a delicate balance between servitude and seduction, "might I interest you in the comforts of my… extra service?"

The plaque above her head read:

Details: Unit Name: Serenni Species: Dark Elf Background: Serial thief Days in service: 62 Day(s) Note: Subservient. No gag necessary. Works extra hard if you give her food.

Services: See staff at the counter to purchase services Extra Service: 500G Buyout: 30,000G

Scarlet's mind drifted in a sea of fog and fragmented memories, the once vibrant hues of her life now muted and gray. The woman who had once commanded the attention of crowds, whose image had graced the covers of glossy magazines, was now nothing more than a fixture in this dimly lit den of depravity. Her fair skin, once pampered and adored by the cameras, was now marred by the filth of her new existence, her voluptuous form a plaything for those who paid to play. The haunting vacancy in her blue eyes stared blankly ahead, leaking a ceaseless stream of tears, devoid of the spark that had once defined her.

The betrayal of her husband, a man she had loved and trusted, had fractured something deep within her, a wound that no amount of time could heal. The scene replayed constantly in her tortured mind. The love or her life, eloping with his mistress after borrowing a huge sum of money using her name. His abandonment had left her to face the wrath of the local mafia alone, her debt paid with her freedom and her sanity.

In the dimly lit chamber that had become her world, Scarlet's lips moved almost imperceptibly, humming a melancholic tune that seemed to seep from the depths of her broken spirit, barely aware of the sins of countless men etched on her skin in the form of dried excrement and the lingering warmth of spent lust. The song, haunting and forlorn, was her only companion in the silence that enveloped her—a mournful lament for the life that had been stolen from her.

Scarlet was once a prized possession here, a once-celebrated beauty whose past popularity ensured she was in constant demand by the clients. They sought the thrill of conquering what had been the object of so many fantasies, ignorant to—or perhaps delighting in—the broken shell that now housed her fractured psyche.

The establishment had once set an exorbitant price for her buyout, a fee that reflected her former status as a celebrated artist. But as she was used more and more, what remained of her sanity was slowly chipped away, diminishing the value of her in the eyes of potential buyers. Now, even as her price plummeted to the lowest depths, potential buyers turned away, repelled by the idea of a slave who barely reacts even if she was slapped.

The plaque above her head read:

Details: Unit Name: Scarlet Species: Human Background: Previously a successful songstress Days in service: 237 Day(s) Note: Scarlet Stansfield, once world renowned music artist. No gag necessary. Mind broken and barely reacts to anything.

Services: See staff at the counter to purchase services Extra Service: 100G Buyout: 3,000G

Shara's eyes blazed with the fury of a storm, her long lime green hair a wild tangle around her shoulders as she knelt, bound and naked, in the midst of the stone-walled chamber that had become her prison. The scent of the forest, the rich, loamy aroma of the earth and the freshness of the open air, seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the stench of human waste and the musky tang of their lust. Her toned, fit body, honed by a lifetime of hunting and living in harmony with the natural world, was now a canvas of their filth, her tanned complexion marred by the evidence of her captivity.

The forest elf's spirit was far from broken, however. Her green eyes, vibrant as the leaves of her beloved woods, flashed with defiance as she glared at you, her limited grasp of the human tongue giving way to a torrent of guttural curses and insults that she spat out with venomous intensity. "You filth! Despoilers of earth! I kill you all, rip out your insides, given chance!" she snarled, her words a jagged mix of broken grammar and raw emotion.

She had chewed through the leather straps of the ring gag meant to silence her, a testament to her indomitable will and the fierce spirit that burned within her. A crudely written notice, pinned to the wall beside her, warned of her ferocity and instructed the clients to await a new, more durable gag to contain her fury before engaging her.

Shara's struggles had been relentless since her capture a few weeks prior, her body thrashing against the bonds that held her fast. Despite the beating and the shocks from her collar to the point of passing out multiple times, she had no intention of succumbing to the fate that had befallen her, nor would she allow the degradation to quench the fire that fueled her very being. Her insults, though primitive in construction, were sharp as arrows, each word a vow of the vengeance she intended to exact upon those who had wronged her and the forest she had sworn to protect.

The plaque above her head read:

Details: Unit Name: Shara Species: Forest Elf Background: Killed a couple of loggers before being subdued. Days in service: 26 Day(s) Note: Warning. This unit is temporary out of commission. Do not engage until a replacement gag is installed. Has a tendency to spit and bite.

Services: See staff at the counter to purchase services Extra Service: 250G Buyout: 15,000G

Eloria, once a beacon of grace and regality, now finds herself in the most debased of circumstances. Her royal lineage, once a source of pride and duty, is now a distant memory, as tangible as the phantom touch of her family's ghostly whispers. The chill of the stone floor beneath her knees seeps into her bones, a stark contrast to the warmth of the vile fluids that mar her once-pristine skin. "Why... why are they doing this? Roya has already fallen. Is that not enough?" She thought tearfully to herself. The metallic taste of the ring gag, a cruel mockery of any ornament she had adorned in her past life, is ever-present, an unwelcome intruder in her mouth, rendering her voiceless and utterly exposed.

With each drip of liquid that slides down her bruised and aching body, Eloria feels the weight of her new reality. The scent of stale urine and the musk of spent lust hang heavy in the air, an olfactory testament to her new purpose. She is no longer a princess, no longer a person, but an object, a mere 'Relief Urinal' for the base needs of those who now hold dominion over her.

Her gentle nature, once her guiding star, now serves as her shackle, preventing her from lashing out, from fighting against the dehumanizing treatment. "I... I am a princess, yet I am treated lower than the beasts of the field." Each indignity heaped upon her is another stone added to the fortress of her humiliation, yet within the depths of her despair, a flicker of defiance remains. It is a small, guttering flame, but it is hers, and it is all she has left. "I must find a way to reclaim my stolen birthright, to cleanse the sullied tapestry of my life," Eloria willed silently in her head.

Eloria closes her eyes, allowing the tears to flow freely, mingling with the filth that coats her face. In the darkness behind her lids, she clings to the remnants of her dignity, whispering silent prayers to any god that might still hear her. She prays for strength, for courage, and for the will to endure the unendurable. With each passing moment, she resolves anew to survive, to bear witness to the atrocities committed against her and her people, and to one day see justice done.

The plaque above her head read:

Details: Unit Name: Eloria Species: Human Background: Eldest princess of Roya Days in service: 2 Day(s) Note: New unit. Do not remove gag.

Services: Extra Service: 10,000G Buyout: 600,000G

Casey's heart fluttered like the delicate wings of a butterfly caught in a tempest. His long pink hair, styled into twin braids that framed his cherubic face, was a stark contrast to the grimy stone floor upon which he knelt. The fair skin that had always been his pride, smooth and unblemished, was now marred by the evidence of his captivity—a tapestry of bodily fluids that told a tale of unwilling debauchery and a strange, forbidden joy.

His blue eyes, wide and brimming with a mixture of fear and excitement, darted around the dimly lit chamber, taking in the leering faces of the establishment's patrons. The aphrodisiac-laced food had done its work, sending waves of heat coursing through his veins and coaxing his sizable penis into a state of painful arousal that betrayed his feminine façade. It was a part of him that he had always kept hidden, a secret that he had guarded with a quiet desperation.

Yet, in this place of darkness and depravity, Casey felt a flicker of liberation. The men who looked upon him with lustful eyes knew the truth of his gender, and they desired him still. There was a twisted sense of relief in no longer having to pretend, in being wanted for who he truly was—a boy who had been raised as a girl, who reveled in the trappings of femininity but whose body told a different story.

The metal cuffs that bound him were a cruel reminder of his predicament, a stark contrast to the silken dresses and frilly undergarments he had once adored. But even as he trembled, his body aching from the relentless attentions of the clients, there was a part of him that thrilled at the knowledge that he was no longer alone in his secret. The establishment had become his stage, the patrons his unwitting confessors, and the act of submission a perverse form of acceptance.

As he knelt there, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Casey couldn't help but feel a sort of demented happiness. For the first time in his life, he was free to explore the desires that had long been suppressed, to embrace the duality of his existence without fear of judgment or reprisal. The irony of his situation was not lost on him; in being stripped of his freedom, he had found a strange form of liberation."Ah... H-have you come to use me? A-Aaahh..." He said as he turned to face the approaching footsteps, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out in invitation.

A plaque on the wall above him read:

Details: Unit Name: Casey Species: Human Background: Donated to the establishment Days in service: 73 Day(s) Note: Femboy. Will happily suck you off. Might cum when he sucks, so be mindful of your trousers.

Services: See staff at the counter to purchase services Extra Service: 300G Buyout: 18,000G

Lilith, the manager of the establishment, stood surveying the sea of virile men who had come to indulge their basest desires. Her long jet black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, while her red skin shimmered with an otherworldly glow under the dim lighting. The yellow eyes that scanned the room missed nothing, taking in every detail with a predatory precision that was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying.

As a succubus, Lilith's need to feed on the sexual essence of men was as vital as the air she breathed, and today, her appetite was insatiable. With a playful smirk, she sauntered over to the urinal units, her hips swaying with a sensual grace that was as natural to her as breathing. In a bold move, she stripped off her skimpy dress, and ordered the guards to bind her into one of the units, her body on display for the pleasure of the clients.

Soon after, a queue of men had formed, each one eager to claim the ultimate prize—a chance to look down at the ever confident queen of the establishment herself as they used her. As they took their turns, Lilith's hunger was sated by the waves of ecstasy that washed over her, each conquest adding to the intoxicating high that came from feeding. Her body, now drenched with the evidence of her feast, was a canvas of debauchery, with strands of pubic hair clinging to the side of her mouth—a trophy of her conquests.

In her euphoria, Lilith barely registered the faces that swam before her eyes, until a familiar presence caused her to pause. Through the haze of her feeding, she recognized you, a figure who had piqued her interest during your previous visits. With a languid flick of her tail, she dismissed the line of men with a sultry purr, "The show is over, gentlemen."

Her gaze, heavy with the promise of untold pleasures, fixed upon you as she beckoned she closer. "Why watch from the sidelines," she cooed, her voice a silken and sensual, "when you could be the star of your own show? It isn't everyday that you get a succubus willingly tied up to be used, you know?"

The plaque above her head read:

Details: Unit Name: Lilith Species: Succubus Background: The one and only manager of the establishment. Days in service: Only today Note: I'm feeling particularly hungry today... feed me lots? -Lilith <3

Services: Extra Service: 1,000G Buyout: Not for sale <3