[Runesmith]

No one had ever pissed on Zaheera's face before. Not even the men who repeatedly, brutally raped her and broke her in the cabin in the woods. She had felt the slight hint of piss on cumrag's cunt and sometimes on the cocks of the men when they used her mouth. The urine that splashed on to her slightly open mouth was her first ever taste of a golden shower.

Although she promptly closed her mouth as soon as the warm stream hit, spitting out what got in to her mouth was not an option. The piss wasn't as salty as she had expected. It tasted slightly unpleasant, slightly salty, slightly sour, with a slight bitter aftertaste after she swallowed. It was like stale beer diluted with water with some salt added.

The stream splattering against her face grew weaker as the princess's bladder emptied. After a couple of spurts, it was clear that she had finished, and the pressure of the thighs against the sides of Zaheera's head lessened. As she reached for the rose water again, the princess commanded, "You do have a tongue, don't you? Use it."

Zaheera was momentarily confused, thinking that the princess was commanding her to speak. As she was about to clarify, it dawned on her what the princess meant. She obediently lowered her head, and started licking off the drops of piss clinging to the princess's vulva and thighs, swallowing intermittently. As she cleaned the cleft where the piss stream had originated from the princess let out a sigh, and spread her thighs wide.

Zaheera knew what she had to do. She certainly had definitely received enough practice. Her trained tongue traced the pink contours between the inner and outer lips of the princess's open vulva, gliding over the throbbing pink nub that crowned it. The princess strained and let out a small gush of piss as Zaheera's tongue slid over the tiny piss hole, giving her a new taste of the princess's excretions.

Zaheera understood instinctively that the princess enjoyed degrading women. She could understand it. Here was a young woman, brought up in a more liberal environment, educated in the very liberal Australia, being cooped up in a harem, surrounded only by women, with the only man who could touch her visiting her only infrequently. Her competitors for the man's affection were women. The people who served her were women. The people who irritated her were women. As in a women's prison, lesbianism was a way of having some intimacy. For the princess however, due to her position in the hierarchy, there was no hope of intimacy - she could only have sexual satisfaction with no emotional connection. Degrading the women she took pleasure from, treating them like objects or sex toys, was probably her way of creating an emotional detachment - which, over time, became a behaviour associated with the physical pleasure. However, it had probably also to do with her underlying personality traits as well, because Gundik Rachel had not changed in this way.

As Zaheera's efforts intensified, the princess's breathing became shallower, interspersed with an occasional moan. Suddenly, she grabbed two fistfuls of Zaheera's hair and started grinding her vulva against the slave's face and the thighs closed against the slave's head like a vice. Zaheera held her face still as the princess humped it, bearing the pain as the pubic bone mashed against her nose, her piss-stained face being covered by the slippery juices of the princess's arousal.

The pressure on the sides of Zaheera's head from the princess's well toned thighs intensified, and the grip on her hair was almost at the point of pulling out clumps of hair from the roots when the princess shuddered with a long drawn out moan, orgasming against the slave's face. after what seemed like an eternity, the princess's thighs let go of their vice-like grip, as did the fists intertwined in Zaheera's hair.

Zaheera cleaned up the wetness from the princess's vulva with her tongue, each touch bringing out a new shudder from the princess. Once all the juices had been lapped up and swallowed, Zaheera washed the princess's vulva with rose water before helping her up and guiding her to the bath set to the exact temperature as she had been taught.

That night, as the princess slept on her luxurious four post bed made from solid mahogany wood on silk sheets, Zaheera slept on a mat at the foot of the bed, as the night slave should.