Gilda's Toilet

The first thought that crossed Chrono's mind when he arrived at his new owner's house, was that it didn't look like the home of somepony who had the dough to buy a slave...

Sure, it was decently sized, and also had quite the view, (though everything did up here to be fair.)

But it looked rugged and out of shape to an extend he quite frankly found to be extraordinary.

It wasn't before he was dragged inside he got to, rather quickly, piece together the puzzle of her wealth.

The place looked at least decently kept from the inside, though soda bottles and pizza trays were littering the place everywhere.

Against the wooden wall stood a tall and wide shelf, filled to the brim with medals, golden belts, trophies, and other awards... All of them for athletic achievements, and by far the majority of them for things related to fighting...

And if her collected of golden trinkets, with the occasional silver version spread across wasn't enough to alert you to her profession, the large framed poster of her smug-looking self, sporting a pair of big red boxing gloves and the ominous title, "Gilda, the Stormclaw" would surely be.

"Her name is Gilda..." whispered Chrono quietly to himself while he gazed around the room some more, wide-eyed and curious.

"Hey shits for brains!"

His attention was suddenly grabbed away as Gilda called out to him, crashing down in her sofa with a loud bump.

"Y-yes, Ma'am!" he quickly answered, certainly not looking to upset his mistress... Especially not while knowing of her inherent cruelty.

Without as much as looking at him, she wafted her claw towards a small fridge at the opposite end of the room

"Fetch me som'n to drink, already" she ordered bluntly.

Chrono hurried to it, his still-attached leash dragging across the floor as he clunkily ran.

It was filled with soft drinks and beer. He grabbed a bottle of the soda he had seen empty versions of spread across the floor, thinking it was her preferred drink. Levitating it with meek magic he scurried back to his mistress and bowed for her, presenting it to her.

"H-here you go ma'am," he said, voice shivering.

He felt it getting grabbed out of his magical aura by a powerful claw.

"Stop lying there you dork... Go light the fireplace, and fetch some rope from upstairs," she continued, naturally not seeming the least bit thankful.

In some sense, Chrono was kinda relieved that this was what he was doing... Simple tasks, fitting for slave labor. Serving his mistress... It wasn't before he was standing with a long piece of rope in his mouth some alarm clocks started to ring out in his head.

What exactly was that for anyway?

The fire had started to crackle gently as he returned to Gilda with her item of request, and after throwing her now empty bottle of soda away over her shoulder, she took it from him with one claw, ripping it out from between his teeth, whilst grabbing onto his horn with her other, holding him in place.

He gave off a small, nervous whine and a gentle jerk backwards, but her strong hold kept him right where she wanted him.

He was shivering at this point, eyes firmly planted at the floor.

With a fast movement, she dragged his head back and made him look upwards, scooching a little closer, getting her feminine yet savage-looking beak all up in his frightened face, smirking like she just won the longest argument in the world.

"M-ma'am?" he started, still shivering.

"Hush, dweeb... I'm going to tie you up now, so I can properly brand you as my property," the griffon uttered in sadistic dominance.

Chrono's eyes widened... In some sense, this shouldn't really have surprised him... But it did, and the thought, (naturally,) scared him to the very core of his being, sending chills down his spine.

"N-no! P-please! Don't do that! I know my place, Ma'am! I-I'll never even think of runn - Urrrgh!"

He was shut up... words replaced with disgusted gagging and overwhelmed moaning, as his owner opened her large beak and shoved his whole blabbering muzzle inside of it, instantly unleashing the build-up of gas from her soda consumption in the form of a loud, stinky belch, blasting her slave's entire face with a rank, rotten meaty scent and taste.

Chrono fought to retract his head from inside the griffon's maw, but against her superior strength, he could barely move.

She unleashed a second, hellish, bubbling burp, allowing him to stew in her personal stench for a moment, before letting go of her victim with a cruel laugh. Disoriented and disgusted, he fell over while he struggled to catch his breath, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"That's what you get for being an annoying nerd," she smirked, while she rose in over him, tightening the rope in her claws in a threatening manner.

Chrono let out a meek whelp as the forcefully slammed a paw down to pin him.

"You better fucking lie still now if you know what's best for you!" she said, squinting her eyes a little.

Giving in to his developing tears, the changeling started to weep, but he didn't fight back in the least as he was forcefully bound on the floor by the chuckling dominatrix he had come to serve.

"There we fucking go," she said finishing up her knot before placing one of her smelly, dirty paws against his head and pressing it sideways down into the floorboards, causing him to gaze into the fireplace where he now came to notice the line up of iron rods being heated in it.

With the stench of both lingering stomach gas and musky cat paws, paired with the sight of the horrible torture he was about to undergo, the changeling managed to utter nothing more than a sad defeated "No..." amongst his many melancholy sobs.

It took another long, excruciating minute before Gilda lifted her lion foot from her slave's head and walked over to collect her now red-hot collection of brands.

Chrono moaned and whimpered while turning back and forth on the spot, wishing more than anything that he would just be back home where he belonged... In his hive, serving his cruel queen instead of this even crueler bird.

His attention was right back at Gilda as she loomed in over him, evil smirk painted thickly across her beak.

"Scream nicely for me now, dweeb, here comes the heat."

She tauntingly moved the burning rod ever closer to the poor changeling, and he squirmed in place as best he could, loudly squealing even before it touched him, but as it did, and the skin across the side of his belly started to sear, he screamed in agonizing pain... And Gilda? She laughed at his misery, pressing it even harder into his flesh, making sure she got a good print.

Chrono cried and moaned as the Griffon removed the first brand only to shove down a second against his chest.

"AARRRHHH! PPLLLEASSSEE! STOOOHOOHOOOP!!"

"Shut up, nerd!"

She moved he now slightly colder brand in over his muzzle, his eyes quickly fixating on it with much fear.

Voice dripping with ripe sadism, she issued a practically impossible ultimatum.

"Lick it... Or I'll shove it up your fucking ass."

Chrono gazed onto the heated metal tip, too dazed in his current pain to read what it said. Still, out of sheer and absolute fear, he slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out like the obedient dweeb he was.

He cried and moaned in pain as he dragged his poor tongue back and forh across the metal, his saliva instantly vaporising with a searing noise.

Gilda's cruel amusement climaxed as she forced the third and final brand down onto his forehead... And just for the heck of it... Just to add that little extra pain... Stepped on his ballsack as well.

Chrono's pain climaxed alongside her pleasure and he struggled to even stay conscious.

She threw the brands down on the floor, admiring her good work, the changeling still shivering and moaning in pain.

If it was even possible, she sent him an even more sadistic glare, giving him what could almost be described as an evil version of bedroom eyes.

"Need some liquid on those burns?" she asked, smirking widely.

Chrono whimpered and nodded gently, wanting nothing more but an ice bath at this point.

He momentarily closed his eyes in fear as she laughed loudly at his pathetic response.

"Okay, dweeb. You fucking asked for it."

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of the griffon standing over him. Back paws planted firmly on each side of him, she held her musky, grimy cunt spread widely with her claws, poking her long bird-tongue at him tauntingly.

Before he could say a thing, she hosed him down.

A forceful river of sour, steaming griffon urine spilled out against his body, his searing wounds sounding like a hot pan under a water tap as she pissed all over him.

He screamed while blushing uncontrollably. His wounds cooling were as soothing as the acidity against his burned skin was painful.

His mouth, open in pained whining, gave the laughing griffon a great opportunity and she took aim from where she stood, her nasty urine showering her victim's entire face, much of it filling out his screaming maw, making him gargle in her dark, rancid piss.

He was made to taste her rank, bitter, salty and sour piss while he suffered, and he coughed and spluttered on it, some getting in his nostrils as well...

Firmly humiliated, tortured, and mutilated... He finally passed out, his owner still peeing in his poor face.