Depravity Unbound

The van's engine sputtered and died, and Olivia felt the jolt of the vehicle coming to a stop. She was thrown against the restraints, her body aching from the constant confinement. Jenkins' footsteps echoed outside, heavy and deliberate, as he climbed into the back of the van. The air was thick with tension as Jenkins settled into the space beside her. Olivia could sense his presence, his smell, and she felt a wave of revulsion wash over her. She tried to move away, but the restraints held her fast. Jenkins let out a disgusting, rancid fart, the sound echoing through the van like a cruel laugh. Olivia's stomach churned, her mouth watering in response to the noxious smell. Jenkins burped, a loud, wet sound that seemed to come from the depths of his belly. The sound was followed by the rustle of fabric, the zipper of Jenkins' trousers sliding down with a metallic whisper. Olivia's heart sank, her mind racing with fear. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't escape it. Jenkins leaned forward, his body looming over hers. She felt a warmth spreading across her face, and she opened her mouth reflexively. The first spurt of urine hit her tongue, hot and bitter. Olivia gagged, but her body betrayed her, and she began to gulp down the liquid desperately. She was starving, and the taste was awful, but she couldn't help herself. Jenkins burped again, the sound echoing through the van as he continued to feed her. The stream of urine seemed to go on forever, and Olivia felt her body responding, her stomach churning, her throat burning. But Jenkins wasn't finished yet. He leaned forward, his anus inches from Olivia's mouth. She felt a soft sigh, and then a wave of hot diarrhea poured into her mouth. She choked and coughed, violently at first, but her body seemed to take over, and she began to gulp down the filth. It seemed to go on forever, the sound of Jenkins' movements, the smell of his body, and the taste of his excrement. Olivia's mind was numb, her body responding to the stimuli without her consent. She was a vessel, a receptacle for Jenkins' depravity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jenkins pulled away. He grabbed Olivia's hair, using it to wipe his anus clean. She felt a wave of humiliation wash over her, but she was too far gone to care. Jenkins pulled his pants up, zipped them closed, and stood up, leaving Olivia to her misery. The van drove on, leaving Olivia to her thoughts, to her revulsion, and to her despair. She was broken, shattered by the experience, and she knew she would never be the same again.