Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Drowned toilet slut by Goddess Nemesis (Full HD version 1080p)

Dea Nemesi, the Goddess of Divine Revenge and Retribution, ruled over her subjects with an iron fist. Today, she found herself in a particularly playful mood. Her toilet slaves had been beaten, punished, and humiliated to their core—but this day would be different. Instead of the usual ass-battery, Dea Nemesi had a more sinister plan for them. She called them forth, one by one, her voice echoing through the dungeon like thunder. "Come," she commanded, "bring me your asses." The slaves trembled as they shuffled forward, their heads bowed in submission. Dea Nemesi grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "Today," she announced, "I shall test your worthiness." She gestured grandly to her throne—an incredibly ornate, golden toilet. "And even today, the usual hard work which consists of beating a pale ass, but this time these ass belong to my personal toilet... unfortunately for him, last night I went to the sushi which makes me incredibly thirsty, after having hydrated myself for well..." Her words trailed off as she realized her bladder was very full. Her face contorted as she fought the urge to relieve herself right then and there. Instead, she decided to tease the slaves further. "Look at my champagne in a glass," she purred dangerously. "Just one sip wouldn't you like that?" Her voice lowered into a seductive whisper, and she could see the slaves' cocks twitching in anticipation. "Or perhaps you'd prefer something else?" she teased, winking at them. "What if I were to... water your plants?" The slaves moaned in response, their eyes fixed on their mistress's full bladder. Even they knew what was coming next. Dea Nemesi could feel her control slipping as her need grew more urgent. With a sinister grin, she stepped off her throne and walked over to the first slave. "You look thirsty," she murmured, running her fingers along his chin. "Let me see if I can quench it." She lifted up his chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. Then, without warning, she leaned down and drowned him in a torrent of hot, steaming piss. The slave gagged as the fiery liquid poured over his face, down his throat, and into every orifice. "MMM," Dea Nemesis purred, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Are you satisfied now?" The slaves could only moan in response, their eyes wide with terror—and arousal. Dea Nemesi knew she had them right where she wanted them. With a malicious laugh, she continued to drown each of them in turn, their cries echoing through the dungeon like a sinister choir. Finally, when she was satisfied that all of her slaves had been drowned and humiliated, Dea Nemesis sat back down on her throne. She sipped her champagne, feeling triumphant and empowered. And even though her toilet slaves were now little more than drenched, piss-soaked messes, they knew that this was just the beginning of their torment. For Dea Nemesi, the Goddess Femdom, the sadistic jouissance never ended.