Mary Learns Her Power Secret Powers 4
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It was three in the afternoon and there I was standing in his backyard completely naked, except for a collar that my Master made me wear that had - BITCH - written across it in rhinestones. The party was all set up. Lots of food and bottles of beer with my Master setting up the BBQ. I knew his friends would be arriving soon and I still didn’t know what was coming. My Master had said he’d enjoy watching me perform my first power hour. I asked what that was and he said that it’s a surprise for the party.
By four everyone was here. All the guys 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 guys already leisurely rubbing their cocks. My Master hadn’t mentioned the power hour yet so I was still waiting for my orders.
‘Gentlemen, thank you for coming to my party. As you know my power hours are one of the highlights of the year. As you can see we have a new fuckpig in our midst, making her power hour debut. She has no idea 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 Master’s voice. He was smiling but I knew that look. Things were about to crazy.
‘The rules of the power hour are the same 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.
‘Right, so a power hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don’t have a drink by the next bell chime, feel free to spank my pig as hard as you want on the ass. We need to teach her to be the perfect hostess. At the end of the hour, my fuckpig becomes a piss pig and you are free to piss on her, in her or make her drink it. You can rape her ass or throat fuck her as much as you want. Her pussy, as always, is mine alone. I’m hoping to breed 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 guys laughed. I realised I was trembling. This was way more intense than my Master usually organised. At most I’d only ever been with 2 guys at a time. But here there was 12. And Master 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 smack me hard?? I looked at my Master, worry etched all over my face. Surely this had to be a joke???
His hand 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 guys are pleased with your performance, you will become my number one bitch and all the perks that it affords.’
To become his number one was a big deal. It was almost as if he had bestowed wife status on you. You no longer had to have cold showers and to stay 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 cream pies from his other bitches. Instead, you would be treated like a queen. You would sit next to him as he tormented the other bitches. You could give demands to them and spend your time 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 next few hours brought in the hope that I’d please him to make me number one. I took a deep 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 drink. 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 replace the empty ones.
The bells chimed every minute. Master had set up a speaker to his phone and it seemed to be happening automatically. The guys had begun to finish their first beers and were calling me over, groping me as I replaced the beers. I was managing to stay on top of things, so far I hadn’t been spanked for missing a beer. The first 15 minutes went by and everything seemed to be okay. I could survive this power hour and worry about the piss play after.
Master shook his empty beer bottle at me and I went straight to the bar to get him a fresh one. I handed it over with a smile and said ‘I hope everything is to your liking’.
‘Clean my bottle.’
I gulped. I didn’t think he was going to say that. Sometimes in the evening if he was having a beer he would make us put his fresh beer bottle into our pussy and tell us to fuck the bottle while he watched. It would be cold and wet in our cunt but he didn’t care. He told us that’s how he liked his bottles cleaned.
I took his beer and squatted down. I’d never done this in front of other men before and suddenly I felt perverted.
‘Hurry up. There are drinks being finished.’ My Master smiled. I inserted the bottle into my pussy, the ice-cold feeling being alien to my cunt. I thrust it a few times, some beer spilling out and going all over my pussy. I handed back the bottle.
‘Good fuckpig. Don’t be surprised if some of my friends want their bottles cleaned.’ Master winked. This was where it all began to unravel. I started to miss beers because the guys would tell me to keep fucking myself with the bottle. Then by the time the guys 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 keep up.
Between my legs was a sticky mess from the different beers they all drank and I knew my ass cheeks were bright red. Some of the guys 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 longest. I cried every time they slapped me. I knew they were deliberately making me miss changing beers just so they could slap me more. My Master said nothing, so I knew it must be allowed.
About halfway through the power hour, I noticed that some of the guys were peeing into a paddling pool that Master had made me blow up this morning. I had asked what it was for and he told me I would find out. I had thought maybe he had wanted me and another bitch to mud wrestle for the guys, but now it was just being used as a communal urinal.
Also, the guys were getting more 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 breasts so hard while I cleaned his bottle that I dropped it. The beer fell and foamed everywhere. He slapped my face hard and shouted that I was a stupid fucking pig. The guys beside him just laughed. I looked at Master and his face remained completely passive. I now really wanted this hour to end.
I struggled on for the next twenty minutes, tears running down my face as my ass got even redder and the fondling got more forceful. Some of the guys had commanded that I crawl on all fours to get the drinks, 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 rang the bell. A few of the guys booed at him and he smiled. 'Don't worry we still have plenty of time for fun.' I got up off the ground and walked over to him. I was hoping that maybe he would give me a mini-break so I could rub lotion onto my ass. Instead, he took my hand and brought me over to the keg that had remained untouched for the past hour.
'Now my dear fuckpig it is time for you to have a treat. You're going to do a keg stand and drink as much as I tell you to. Don't worry I can see from your face that you don't really want to. But believe me, this is for your own good if you wanna survive the second part 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 guys had grabbed my legs and were forcing me into a headstand. My Master forced the tube into my mouth and warm foamy beer was rushing down my throat. I was gagging but that didn't stop my Master. The men were shouting 'chug, chug, chug' and I was forcing myself to drink as much as possible. 'Keep drinking piggy' my Master whispered into my ear. I could tell he was enjoying this.
Eventually, he said enough, and the guys let me down. I was dizzy and fell immediately to the ground as they laughed. 'Shower time' I heard the man who had won the competition for slapping me holler at the rest of the guys. 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 piss.
'Now that the fuckpig is in place, she is now the new urinal. Remember the only rule goes is that her fat pussy is mine. After that, I don't care what you do. Oh, and if you don't want your face to be recognised on film, there are masks behind the bar. I'm sure you don't want to be associated with a piece of shit like this pig.'
I had never been filmed before but I didn't have time to bring it up with Master when I felt the hot bitter taste of piss enter my mouth. I could see a few guys were already lined up ready to piss on me. I could feel more streams of piss hitting my face as the first guy told me to clean his cock. They all had so much piss from an hour of non-stop drinking beer.
'Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie, time to water that hole 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 slaps and stung badly but I couldn't miss the feeling of piss being aimed directly for my asshole. I could feel my asshole contracting as it was doused with piss.
Suddenly the guy who had grabbed my breasts so hard grabbed my head and shoved it into the pool of stale 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 head. I was coughing and spluttering from the piss, but he just put his foot on my head to keep my face in the piss.
Instantly I could feel hands on my hips and I knew that I was about to be fucked in the ass. The guy just used his piss for lube and began raping my ass as hard as he could. The more I cried, the more stale piss I ended up swallowing. I could feel my ass being shoved in one direction and the next as the guys fucked me hard. 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 Master asked as he watched the guys raping my ass. I shook my head. I realised that I actually had to go really badly. I could see that he had his phone in his hand. He motioned for the guys to finish and then pointed the phone at me. 'I want you to look into this camera, go on all fours, and lift your leg like the bitch you are while you bark, and piss like a dog. I want the people who watch this video to think you believe you are a dog. They would never think 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 embarrassed. Who would Master show this video 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 Master's number one bitch? That I had become so depraved that I didn't care what my friends and family saw, all I wanted was Master's cock.
I looked into the phone camera and began to bark. I could feel my piss flowing out between my legs. The guys were whistling at me and my Master was smiling. I barked louder with my conviction. This was what I had become. I was whatever my Master wanted me to be. -->
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