“I am a worm. I am a scab. I am scum,” Adam said, pressing down on his tiny erection with the heel of his hand.

“Did I say you could speak?” Liz asked, the ice in her voice cracking. She kicked him over on his stomach and ground her heel into the back of his outstretched hand.

“Lick it,” she ordered. Adam’s vile tongue came sticky moist from his mouth slit and worked its way between the sole of her boot and his psoriatic hand.

“I walked here through the dog park,” she whispered and he shuddered.

“Show me,” Liz said. “Show me.” She ground her boot on his tongue.

Reaching back, his sweat skinny arms shaking, and pulled down his filthy underwear to reveal a bejeweled stem of a butt plug. She stepped away from his tongue and kicked it until the cut gem disappeared.

“Step on my balls!” Adam gasped.

“No,” she said

“Please!”

“Never say that word to me,” Liz growled. She closed one nostril and blew a snot rocket onto his back.

“Dog,” Adam gasped. “Dog.”

“I don’t think you’ve earned that.” Liz said, touching her stiff dome of hair. “Roll over.”

On his back, his stubby penis poked into the cold air of his favorite cell. Liz stepped on it and twisted, grinding it like a cigarette butt.

“Red rocket,” he moaned.

“I should piss in your eyes,” Liz growled. Adam bit the wound she had made in his hand to keep from begging.

Liz ripped away the vinyl panel in her black outfit that restrained her gunt and it burst forth like biscuit dough.

Adam groaned. Liz paused from fluffing out her tangled thatch of pubic hair and kicked him in his central venous catheter.

“Make a mouth noise again and I’ll piss in that,” she said. His wild eyes darted back and forth. He farted around the butt plug, high and fluting.

“Now I’m not going to piss on you at all,” she said to his pleading face. “And I had asparagus for lunch.” Adam began to weep, his hideous smooth face scrunching.

“You sicken me,” Liz said. “But you were useful on the Committee.”

She whistled and the mutt trotted over. His fur was covered in mange and his ribs could be counted one two three.

“Sit!” she ordered. She parted her pendulous labia, splaying them like a meat butterfly and sprayed a hissing stream of dark urine on the dog as it settled on Adam’s face. The dog whined as Adam began to lap hungrily at his chapped asshole.