Monique watched Clara masturbating from off to one side, her own arousal a warm glow that only became more intense as Clara came with shrieking intensity. Her hands found her own clit and she stroked herself, feeding off the erotic tableau. She could still taste the liquor in her mouth, and the lingering aroma of Clara’s skin. She pressed a few fingers into her wet slit and squeezed her legs together, her own nipples hard and aching. The beating she had just received was but a memory, but the pain lingered on in her ass and thighs, feeding her, the marks brightly visible. They would be there for a while. She smiled at the thought.

Clara was writhing on the floor, her mouth open, her legs trembling, hands clutching at herself. She screamed and came hard. To everyone’s surprise she squirted her own girl-cum though her fingers and soaked the floor beneath her ass, the hot fluid jetting through her hands and splashing along her thighs. This added to her humiliation, as she was unaccustomed to making such a mess upon climax. Her cunt was now literally soaking. Clara’s face reddened and she cried a little.

She remembered wetting her pants when she was 13, and how the other kids pointed and laughed at her, sitting in her puddle in the classroom. She had held her pee, her bladder bursting, testing the limits of her endurance, and too shy to ask to leave the classroom. The hot warm liquid brought her back to that moment, and the embarrassment she suffered then. She clawed at her cunt, remembering the strange feelings of that day, feelings she now understood as her sexual awakening. She shuddered as she lay in her own puddle and came down slowly.

Adam got up from his chair and grabbed her hair and turned her around, face down in her puddle. He put his foot on her head and pushed her face into the mess on the floor. “Clean it up, Clara.” He commanded. Her tongue lapped at the floor under his heel as she used her hands to push the liquid to her face. “You squirt like a man when you cum, slut. I think maybe you need a diaper. How would you like that?” He pushed her head around with his foot, soaking her hair where it hung down around her head. “Should I make you wear a diaper and piss in it all day? What do you think Monique, should I make her sit in her own piss all day long” Adam turned to stare at Monique, who was startled at the question. “Well?” He stared at her.

Monique had no idea what to say. Her hands were still between her legs, and she was afraid to move them, afraid to look at Adam, afraid to even reply. Adam was not happy with her hesitation. “ANSWER ME when I speak to you Monique or I will take your voice away.” She cringed and and blurted out the first thing she thought, that wearing a diaper sounded horrible and demeaning, and no, she would never want to have to make Clara wear one. She finished her answer and looked down, forlorn, unsure now that her answer was correct.

Adam said nothing while Clara cleaned the floor. She was almost done now and was licking the last of her juices up. She didn’t like it, not like the taste of a man’s cum. It was watery and a little too much like piss. She heard Adam talking about diapers and imagined herself in one, an odd and unusual a thought. She finished and stretched her arms out in front of her, waiting.

Adam lifted his foot and walked over to the Monique. “Your answer was honest, and that impulse is correct. However the result is that you will be punished instead of Clara.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. Monique bit her lower lip as she watched. She felt hungry now to service him, to show him that she could do something right, to feel it in her mouth, hot and hard, his body close, pressing into her face. He pulled her up on her knees and arranged her hands behind her neck. She naturally opened her mouth, awaiting him. He fed himself into her wet mouth and let out a small sigh as he pushed deep into her.

Monique was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude that she was allowed this act, allowed to please him. She worked at it vigorously, wanting to show him her skills, though frustrated that her hands were denied her. His cock hardened, and filled her mouth, and she worked her head up and down, bobbing on it, slurping and drooling as she struggled to find a good angle to get it down her throat. Adam nonchalantly pulled a pair of police handcuffs and tightened them around her wrists. She was too occupied to care much, as if it mattered any more what she wanted.

He pulled out suddenly, not finished yet, still hard, and very aroused by the look of it. He slapped her hard across her face without warning. She reeled back but he caught her by her cuffed wrists, holding her up. He slapped her again on the other side. She looked up at his face, tears coming to her eyes. What did she do wrong? Why wouldn’t he let her bring him off? Please, she thought, I want to hold you in my mouth so much….

Adam walked away, leaving Monique kneeling there, staring at Clara stretched out on the floor, a wet heap, still smelling of sex and arousal. Their eyes met briefly, a look of concern almost for each other, perhaps a brief moment of camaraderie. It was interrupted as he returned with a bottle of water and pushed it, cock-like into her mouth and squeezed the bottle, spurting warm water into her throat. She struggled to swallow and keep up, though her thirst surprised her and she drank most of the small bottle. Some had escaped and run down her chest and dripped to the floor. He returned to the chair and sat down, staring at them silently. Presently he arose and walked to the wall, switching off the light. The room went dark and they listened to him disappear into the house.