Rajesh snaps his fingers twice. Fatima crawls out from under the breakfast table, nose still hooked, the leash clipped to her septum ring now dangling from Rajesh’s grip. He tugs her upright onto her knees in the middle of the dining room, right in front of Khalid, who watches with a half-eaten piece of toast frozen in his hand.

“Stay.” Rajesh walks behind her, spreads her ass cheeks, and without warning shoves two fingers deep into her cunt. He scoops out the thick morning load he pumped into her earlier and smears it across her face in broad, glistening strokes. The cum mixes with the dried piss already crusted on her cheeks. He repeats the motion until her entire face shines with his seed.

“Open your mouth. Show Khalid what you are.”

Fatima’s tongue extends, coated white. Rajesh spits directly onto it, then forces her jaw shut and makes her swallow. A thick strand of saliva stretches from her lower lip to the floor when he finally releases her.

He circles her slowly, then stops at her side and presses the sole of his bare foot against the back of her head, pushing her face-first into the marble. Her hooked nose flattens against the cold stone. He keeps the pressure steady while he speaks to Khalid.

“Watch this.”

Rajesh steps away, returns with a small glass bowl, and sets it between Fatima’s spread knees. He unzips, aims, and pisses a long, steady stream into the bowl until it’s half full. The sharp ammonia scent fills the room. He lifts the bowl, tilts it to Fatima’s lips, and makes her drink every drop while Khalid watches her throat work.

When the bowl is empty, Rajesh sets it aside and yanks her upright again by the nose hook. He clips the leash to a low hook on the side of the table so her face stays level with his crotch. Then he turns to Khalid.

“Stand up. Come here.”

Khalid obeys, erection obvious through his trousers. Rajesh guides Fatima’s mouth onto Khalid’s cock without ceremony. She takes him to the root in one motion, nose pressed to his pubic hair, the septum ring cold against his skin. Rajesh holds the back of her head, controlling the pace, forcing her to gag and choke while Khalid’s breathing grows ragged.

After a minute Rajesh pulls her off. Thick strings of spit connect her lips to Khalid’s glistening shaft. Rajesh slaps her face with his own cock, then orders her back down.

“Clean him. Tongue only. Start at the balls.”

Fatima licks obediently, dragging her tongue over Khalid’s sac, then up the shaft, collecting every trace of her own saliva. When she reaches the head she swirls her tongue around the slit, tasting the fresh pre-cum that beads there.

Rajesh watches for a moment, then steps behind her again. He spreads her ass and presses the head of his cock against her asshole. With one hard thrust he buries himself to the hilt. Fatima’s body jolts forward, her mouth still wrapped around Khalid’s cock. Rajesh fucks her ass in short, brutal strokes, each one driving her forward so Khalid’s cock hits the back of her throat.

He reaches around, finds her clit, and pinches it hard between two fingers. Fatima’s muffled scream vibrates around Khalid’s shaft. Rajesh doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking her ass while he talks to Khalid over her head.

“Feel that? Every time I thrust, her throat tightens around you. She’s nothing but a warm hole between us.”

Khalid’s hands fist in her hair. His hips jerk forward. Rajesh slows his thrusts, letting Khalid take over the rhythm in her mouth. When Khalid is close, Rajesh pulls out of her ass, spins her around, and shoves her face back onto his own cock.

“Swallow mine first.”

He cums down her throat in thick pulses. She gulps audibly, tears streaming from her eyes. Before she can recover, Rajesh yanks her off and pushes her back toward Khalid.

“Finish him.”

Khalid’s cock slides back into her mouth. He lasts only a few seconds before he floods her tongue. Rajesh holds her head in place, making sure she swallows every drop.

When Khalid finally steps back, Rajesh examines Fatima’s face. Cum and spit coat her chin and drip onto her tits. He scoops some of the mess with two fingers and pushes it back into her mouth.

“Show Khalid.”

Fatima opens her mouth, tongue extended, displaying the thick white mixture. Rajesh nods once, then slaps her cheek hard enough to make her head snap sideways.

“Back under the table. You’re not done serving breakfast.”

She crawls beneath the table again, nose hook reattached to the short leash. Rajesh and Khalid resume eating above her, occasionally reaching down to use her mouth whenever the urge strikes—another piss, another load, another reminder of exactly what she is.