I knew my captain had been waiting for this vacation weekend for a long fourth dimension. In the weeks leading up to it, he had been teasing me about my big unveiling. It was the St Patrick 's weekend and he had invited his buddy to his home for a big party. There was going to be gobs of food and unlimited drink. I was going to be the waiter, making sure enough that the guys had drinks at all fourth dimension and were happy. I 'd asked if he had wanted me to wear an outfit and he had just laughed.

It was three in the good afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely defenseless, except for a collar that my passe-partout made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The company was all set up. mass of food and feeding bottle of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his ally would be arriving soon and I still didn't know what was coming. My Master had said he'd love watching me execute my first great power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it's a surprise for the company.

By four everyone was here. All the guy wire were sitting around the backyard with the smell of BBQ wafting through. When each of the guys walked in their eyes looked me up and down. I was so exposed to them, I knew I must be blushing. I could see a few guy cable already leisurely rubbing their turncock. My Master hadn't mentioned the force hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.

‘ gentleman, thank you for coming to my political party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlight of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our thick, making her power hour unveiling. She has no estimate what's ahead for her but I've no doubt that you'll all soon show her the ropes.'

My breathing had quickened. I didn't like the tone of my passkey's phonation. He was smiling but I knew that aspect. Things were about to crazy.

‘ The rules of the power minute are the Lapplander as always but I'll remind you and finally explain to my fuckpig what's about to happen.'He walked over to me and placed his hand on my ass.

‘ rightfield, so a might 60 minutes is bare. For the next 60 min, every arcminute you hear a Vanessa Bell chime you must film a heavy swig from your crapulence. The fuckpig here will make believe trusted that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don't have a potable by the adjacent bell chime, feel spare to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the sodding air hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a relieve oneself pig and you are unfreeze to relieve oneself on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her puss, as always, is mine alone. I'm hoping to spawn her soon so who knows, maybe next year we'll have a pregnant sow to use.'

One of the men wolf-whistled to this and a few guy laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more vivid than my schoolmaster usually organised. At most I'd only ever been with 2 guys at a clock time. But here there was 12. And professional only ever pissed on me if I had done something to displease him. Now I was going to be faced with my Master and 12 guys with full bladders. And they could peck me hard ? ? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a jape ? ? ?

His manus caressed my face and he looked straight into my eyes. ‘ This is happening. And you are going to do it with zero reluctance. If me and the hombre are pleased with your performance, you will turn my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.'

To become his number one was a big good deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife position on you. You no longer had to have frigid shower bath and to delay naked at all times in the house. You didn't have to humiliate yourself by humping furniture when he commanded it or sucking out the ointment pies from his former bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen mole rat. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other beef. You could give demands to them and spend your prison term relaxing and enjoying yourself. You got to go to bed with him and have sex that actually made you orgasm multiple times without having to beg for Master to let you cum.

I knew I had to do whatever the future few hours brought in the hope that I'd please him to make me numeral one. I took a oceanic abyss breath and nodded to him. With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘ power hour begins !'

The men started to salute. I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master want me to go over and flirt with them, or wait until they called me ? I decided to go to the bar and get a few beers out of the cooler for when I needed to put back the hollow ones.

The bells chimed every minute. sea captain had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The bozo had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to outride on top of thing, so far I hadn't been spanked for missing a beer. The first of all 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be hunky-dory. I could outlast this power 60 minutes and worry about the piss play after.

master key shook his empty-bellied beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a wise one. I handed it over with a smile and said ‘ I hope everything is to your liking ’.

‘ clean and jerk my bottle.'

I gulped. I didn't think he was going to say that. Sometimes in the even if he was having a beer he would do us put his freshly beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to fuck the bottleful while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our twat but he didn't attention. He told us that's how he liked his feeding bottle cleaned.

I took his beer and squatted down. I'd never done this in front of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.

‘ hastiness up. There are swallow being finished.'My Master smiled. I inserted the bottleful into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being extraterrestrial to my puss. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my snatch. I handed back the bottle.

‘ Good fuckpig. Don't be surprised if some of my Friend want their bottle cleaned.'Master winked. This was where it all began to ravel. I started to miss beers because the cat would tell apart me to keep fucking myself with the feeding bottle. Then by the time the guy who put me over their laps and spanked me hard, I'd be racing trying to get more beers from the bar. I just couldn't save up.

Between my leg was a viscous mess from the dissimilar beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the guy rope really knew how to slap hard. A few of them had started a competition to see which of them could leave their handprint on my ass for the foresighted. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me Thomas More. My superior said nix, so I knew it must be allowed.

About halfway through the mogul hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a dabble pocket billiards that passkey had made me bumble up this break of the day. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would incur out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud grapple for the guy rope, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.

Also, the guy wire were getting to a greater extent buzzed. A few were having shots on top of the beers and those guys were particularly handsy when I refreshed their drinks. One man squeezed my titty so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my brass hard and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guy rope beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive voice. I now really wanted this hour to end.

I struggled on for the following twenty minute of arc, tear running down my fount as my ass got even ruby-red and the caressing got more emphatic. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the beverage, which slowed me down even more. I kept glancing at Master, hoping that he would call time on the power hour.

Finally, he walked over to the bar and echo the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Do n't occupy we still have sight of time for fun .'I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would present me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my deal and brought me over to the keg that had remained unaffected for the preceding hour.

'Now my lamb fuckpig it is fourth dimension for you to have a kickshaw. You 're going to do a keg stand and booze as lots as I tell you to. Do n't worry I can see from your face that you do n't really require to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wan na survive the indorse character of the party. You 'll find it easier if you are almost passed out .'

Now I was scared, but before I had a chance to plead, the keg had been tapped and two of the Guy had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube into my mouth and warmly foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that did n't halt my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug'and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep drinking shote'my Master whispered into my ear. I could assure he was enjoying this.

Eventually, he said enough, and the guy let me down. I was featherbrained and fell immediately to the undercoat as they laughed. 'Shower time'I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me bellowing at the rest of the guy wire. The guys who had put me in the handstand now carried me over to the paddling pool full of stale piss and threw me in head-down. I stumbled to sit up, covered in their pissing.

'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. recall the only prescript goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I do n't care what you do. Oh, and if you do n't want your grimace to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I 'm sure you do n't want to be associated with a art object of shit like this pig .'

I had never been filmed before but I did n't stimulate time to contribute it up with original when I felt the hot sulfurous predilection of piss enter my sass. I could see a few guy rope were already lined up set to make on me. I could feel more flow of piss hitting my fount as the initiative guy told me to clean his stopcock. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop imbibing beer.

'Bend over and circularize your asscheeks, sweetie, time to piddle that yap of yours ,'a man smiled as he dropped his pants. I bent over and I spread my asscheeks as much as I could. They were still hot from the slap and stung badly but I could n't overlook the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my asshole catching as it was doused with piss.

Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my tit so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the puddle of cold piss. He dragged my face over and back and shouted at me to drink up while I could feel him pissing all over the back of my promontory. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his ft on my head to sustain my facial expression in the water.

Instantly I could experience hands on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his pissing for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more cold piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one commission and the following as the guys fucked me severe. While my asshole gaped they aimed their piss directly in the hole and cheered each other when they hit the target.

'Have you pissed yourself yet ?'My captain asked as he watched the guy wire raping my ass. I shook my oral sex. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his earphone in his hand. He motioned for the guys to complete and then pointed the headphone at me .'I want you to search into this photographic camera, go on all fours, and reverse your leg like the squawk you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the citizenry who watch this video recording to think you believe you are a dog. They would never guess that an actual woman would let men treat her like we 're doing, so become like the dog you look like to me right now .'

I felt so chagrined. Who would overcome depict this telecasting to ? Would it go viral ? Would people see me pissing like a dog and point me out on the street ? I knew this was a test to see if I had left behind my old ideas of who I was. Would I embrace life as schoolmaster 's turn one cunt ? That I had become so profane that I did n't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was sea captain 's hammer.

I looked into the speech sound camera and began to skin. I could feel my pissing flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my passe-partout was smiling. I barked louder with my sentence. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be .