New Slave's Inaugural Toilet Training
In a dimly lit dungeon, Malafalda, Medea Mortelle, and Miss Kirsch stand in a triangle, their heels digging into the stone floor as they await their new slave. The girl enters, her eyes downcast, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. The goddesses smile cruelly, Malafalda stepping forward to whisper in the girl's ear, "Today, you become our toilet, our piss-receptacle." The girl nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the goddesses begin to unzip their leather pants. They move in unison, their streams of piss meeting in the girl's open mouth, filling it to overflowing as she struggles to swallow. The goddesses laugh, their voices echoing in the dungeon as they mark their territory, baptizing their new slave in their collective piss.