Chapter 2 - Morning Piss

Right behind the door, in the middle of the hallway was a large screen, set up specifically for me to inspect each class and student, giving me not only access to every single file about them, but also live-feed from class-, bath-, changing-rooms and the gym.

I could've hidden it somewhere for the sake of the small-town-illusion that turned me on so much, but an even bigger turn-on was the thought of the young children walking by it every day.

Them seeing the symbol of their waiting demise every day, as they entered a place that should actually be giving them shelter made my dick throb with sadistic pleasure.

I used the screen to scroll through the classes.

Lusting after something a little older, I went for classes 11, with the girls being between 16 and 17.

I didn't want to pinpoint an exact victim, as the classes were carefully selected to provide an equal share of diversity for me.

I went to the classroom of 11b, who just were being bored by the comparably ancient Miss Claivent, at 34 one of the oldest female citizens and teacher of history.

I knew her well and grinned fondly at the many memories of her torture as I entered without knocking.

The smoky voice of the scarred, armless woman trailed off as she saw me.

The image of her sticking her arms into a wood-chopper, only because I said that her nails looked horrible flashed through my mind.

If there was any reason for her still to be alive, it was her almost inhuman endurance and absolute submissiveness and eagerness to please.

The class, formerly bustling with side-activities, first went dead-quiet but suddenly almost exploded with movement, as the girls tried to pull their clothes in the right order.

In their eyes, I didn't seem like the cruel, sex-crazed maniac that I actually am, but rather a figure of public importance, admired and revered by every female (and the younger boys).

The male students meanwhile straightened their backs and some “menacingly” glanced at me, trying to look imposing.

The classes were specifically set up in a 50-50 male-to-female ratio, which made relationships in classes way more common.

Thus, the boys who seemed the most aggressive were trying to defend their girlfriends.

Their aggressive behaviour would soon vanish, when I acted out my dominance over them.

It would actually be laughable, if it wasn't such a turn-on.

I loved seeing their behaviour literally deflate while their just-pubescent cocks grow from arousal, as I fuck, mistreat, torture or slaughter their friends, girlfriends or loved ones.

“Continue, Miss Claivent” I told the buxom woman, who still ogled me with lust-filled eyes.

Regaining her composure, she continued telling the kids about some revolution that took place somewhere in the past, but not one of the kids listened to her, watching as the muscular man with the huge, throbbing erection walked through their rows.

As if browsing, I checked out the female display of various skin-colours, hair-colours and differently endowed bodies.

Finally settling on my choice, I went up to the table of a chocolate-skinned beauty.

Her modest breasts were contained by her thin, white school-blouse that just went to her upper stomach, leaving the midriff bare.

I spotted a silver-coloured bellybutton-piercing gleaming invitingly at me, before my eyes went down to her positively large butt that was covered by a rather modest skirt.

Her legs were clad in white stockings that posed a nice contrast to her dark skin.

Turned over her shoulder, she looked directly at me and waited for me to say anything.

“Hello Cynthia” I said after looking at her name-tag. “I just got up and felt this really urgent need to piss on a pretty little nigger like you. Just painting her smooth ebony skin yellow, staining her clothes until she reeks like a living urinal and then forcing her to walk around like that as long as I want. What do you think about it?”

I heard a gasp.

Looking over to the noises source, I saw a scrawny Latino boy, sitting next to Cynthia, who was seemingly upset, his hands clutching at the table, knuckles going white.

This seemed to be the boyfriend of my little urinal-to-be, named Carlos as I saw on his tag.

“Well sir,” she replied in a casual tone, “That sounds like quite the flattering proposal. I'd be honoured to be your urinal.”

With a smile so euphoric that it almost seemed cruel, she glanced at her presumed boyfriend, who seemed so tense that I imagined him just snapping in half.

I liked this girl, especially her eagerness to comply with my fetish.

Somehow, most of the sluts here were immediately getting how much I enjoyed humiliating their “significant other” with their utter adoration and submission.

Without any further ado, I pointed my shaft at her and let loose.

The strong, hot beam hit her chest first, painting the pristine, white blouse yellow.

I moved up, aiming at her face and to my delight, she opened her mouth to catch as much as she could.

Swallowing in fast gulps, she tried to smile in-between, serving me as a happy little urinal.

Although I was delighted that she was so eager to please, I couldn't overlook her insubordination towards my strict order to have her body being covered in piss.

I slapped her face as hard as I could, making her sputter and cough in surprise and pain, eliciting gasps from the class, the girls sounding aroused while the boys sounded rather angry, yet I felt like the display started to turn them on.

Glancing at the boyfriend of my cheeky toy, I saw that he was pitching a tent and didn't look at me in anger any more, but stared at his girlfriend, his eyes watery and glassy.

The girl meanwhile spat out all of the piss that was still in her mouth, but, trying to hit anything but me in the process, covered her entire table in my waste.

Weakly muttering apologies, she tried to face me again, with utter submissiveness and regret in her demeanour.

“So you DO know what you did wrong, you lowlife bitch!” I hissed at her.

Her weak nods were amplified by the coughing fit that shook her body.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Carlos had one hand in his pants, slowly masturbating as he looked onto the mess that his young love was made by my casual morning piss.

Throughout the whole time, my stream had not ceased and soaked her body so thoroughly that it had to be pooling in her shoes by now.

Her reaction to my handling had aroused me, so I continued slapping her.

SLAP “I-I-I'm s-s-sorry cough sir”

SLAP “H-h-ave I-I not pleased you?”

SLAP “P-please sir, I'm n-no-”

SLAP “Y-your hand f-feels s-so-”

SLAP “Feels so..”

SLAP “So...”

SLAP “Good!”

SLAP “Ah!”

SLAP “Aaah!”

SLAP “I...”

SLAP “Shit, I-I...”

SLAP “I-I'm c-...”

SLAP “C-cumming!”

SLAP “....”

SLAP “....ah...”

SLAP “hngyisss”

Finally, my piss-reserves had dwindled.

I shook the few droplets that were left into her face and wiped my dick and hands in the hair of a brunette girl sitting next to us, who gave me a ravaging look of awe and thankfulness in return, cooing silently in enjoyment.

I gazed at her for a moment and then turned around to my little nigger urinal, admiring my handiwork.

Her entire front was soaked in my piss, her shirt and skirt yellow and moist, her long socks had wet streaks that almost looked like a fashionable pattern.

My slaps had given her face a red hue that looked marvellous on her dark skin.

Her eyes were squinted and she still squealed through an orgasm that shook her entire body.

Her ability to speak was severely limited by the pleasure she experienced by the hands of her master, but through her incoherent babbling I could hear a “thankyasir”.

Kneeling down to her level, I brought my face next to hers, whispering in her ear: “Do you think your punishment was sufficient?”

During the short silence that followed, I heard the noise of the whole class masturbating to the sight before them, the most furious noises coming from Carlos, whose chair rocked violently as he uselessly jacked his cock.

Cynthias brown eyes fluttered open and she weakly replied: “I-I do not think so. I mean... you could always punish me more, right? After all, I've been a very naughty girl, drinking your piss without permission, just like that.”

I grinned at her.

Marvellous.

“So you want me to punish you, right?”

Realizing what she had said, her face became even more flush, this time with shyness.

“Well sir, maybe? I mean, I'm not sure if I can....or want...but, I'd..”

Abruptly, I stood up turned around and started walking away.

Heading towards the door, I passed numerous students, who didn't stop either jerking or jilling off, grunting and moaning in the process, fully knowing that they only could get release if I interacted with them directly or ordered them.

The boys now had lost any sense of anger that they may have felt before upon seeing me, washed away by their need to comply my orders.

I decided to be merciful and patted the head of a petite, blonde girl, whose urgent rubbing intensified as she immediately came to a screaming orgasm.

With my other hand, I patted the back of a muscular, lean boy, whose huge cock immediately sprayed an inhuman amount of jizz all over his body and desk, as well as the ground.

I walked by everyone else, winking at Miss Claivent, who had stopped talking long ago and was busy humping her desk, her only way to stimulate herself due to her lack of arms.

Just as I was reaching for the door handle, I heard the voice of my urinal calling out: “Please sir, punish me more! I deserve it! I don't care what you do to me! Please, hurt me more!”