Piss Whore

Kathy didn’t know what was worse, the stream of hot piss splattering all over her face or the screams of laughter from the watching girls.

“Beg again.” Her tormentor commanded, and before she could think, the wand pressed against her cunt once more, the vibrations only increasing her desperation and need.

Her body trembled and spasmed. How long had it been now, hours? She couldn’t tell. Piss dripped down her skin.

“Please…” She moaned and the wand stopped.

“What are you?” Her tormentor was relentless.

“I’m… a… a… piss whore.” Kathy whimpered as another round of laughter rang out.

“Did you get that? I want this all on video!”