"Drink it all," he said.
She thought that command was odd. He must really be horny and almost ready to climax to say something like that so early. She looked up into his eyes and nodded with the cock between her lips.
Then, he let loose. It was just a little bit at first. He did not want her to spill any. He would feed her a little bit of his piss at a time.
She felt the warm liquid in her mouth and was surprised again. He lasted even less time than she expected. But then she tasted the liquid. It was not viscous or salty. It was watery and almost tasteless.
He had peed in her mouth, she suddenly realized! She pulled back and spit the liquid out, spraying it across his legs and the side of the bed. "Eeewwwww!!!! That's gross!!!"
"Continue, girl," he said softly. "But swallow this time."
"No way!!!" she shouted. This woke up Heather who sat up in bed and looked around groggily.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"The girl refuses to relieve me."
Heather looked at Symphony. "Is that true, pet?"
"He peed in my mouth, Mistress!" she exclaimed. "That's gross!!!"
Heather nodded. "Yes, I'm sure it is. I would never let someone do that to me. But I'm not a slavegirl. Now be a good girl and drink it down."
"No!! I will not!!!" declared Symphony defiantly. She knelt back on her heels and held her bound arms over her chest, glaring at her two owners.
Heather slipped out of bed and walked to the side of the bed where Symphony was kneeling. "Don't make me punish you, little one. You won't like it and neither will I."
"Mistress!!!" protested Symphony. "It's gross! Nobody should have to do that!"
The mistress picked up a paddle and stepped closer. "If your master wants to use you as his personal toilet, then that's how you will be used. Now get your mouth on that cock and start drinking or I'll start your punishment. You'll drink his pee one way or another. You can either do it comfortably or painfully."
"Mistress! Don't make me do this! Please don't make me do this!"
"One," said Heather as if she was giving a countdown to a small child. "Don't let me get to three." Symphony stood her ground.
"Two." Still there was no movement.
"Okay, it was your decision to do it painfully. Three."
Heather realized that there was no good surface to use the paddle on. The girl's bottom was protected by her heels. And her breasts and belly were covered by her arms. She decided to use the collar. She pressed the remote.
"AAIIIIIEEEEEE!" squealed Symphony as the current blasted her. The night before, they had fitted the collar around her neck. And to show her what it was capable of, they gave her a demonstration. Heather had set the power on setting three with ten being the highest level. Symphony had squealed at that first blast also. This time, the remote was set on level five but Heather had made it a short blast.
"Shall we do it again?" asked Heather.
"Please, Mistress, have mercy."
Heather depressed the button again and kept it depressed for five seconds. Symphony's body tensed and shuddered as the current abused her. It felt like her entire body was on fire and in pain. Then, thankfully, the pain stopped.
"Again?" asked Heather.
"Please, please, please," begged Symphony. Heather increased the setting to six and pressed the button down.
Symphony shook and screeched at the even more intense pain but quickly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the raging erection. The shocks stopped instantly and the urine started flowing almost immediately.
"Good girl," praised Heath. He patted the girl's head as he filled her mouth with his pee. He would let it flow for a moment and then cut it off to let her swallow. Then he would refill her mouth and wait for it to flow into her belly as well.
Heath watched the girl swallowing his pee. It was so erotic to him. This was the ultimate demonstration of ownership and control when one could make someone else be one's urinal. It took a full two minutes to drain his bladder.
Heather knelt down behind the girl and reached around her. She cradled one of Symphony's breasts in her hand and stroked the girl's belly with the other one. She too thought it was erotic to watch the girl being forced to drink urine. She gave the breast a squeeze.
"Open your eyes, little one," instructed Heather. "Watch your master as you drink his piss and relieve him."
Reluctantly, Symphony obeyed. Her face erupted into crimson at the depravity of the act and the degradation that she felt. This was just horrible!
Heather kept rubbing the belly in slow circles. It was exciting to know that the belly was quickly filling with the warm urine. And it was thrilling to know that they could do anything they wanted with this girl. Well, not exactly anything. But they could do anything that was allowed under the contract and this was clearly allowed. Water sports had definitely been marked with a "yes."
Eventually, the flow stopped and Symphony slumped back with her head hung low. She felt so ashamed.
"I assure you that the merchandise is not defective," said Erika after she finished listening to the story. "We discovered yesterday that we had a problem on our end. I wanted to try to straighten it out during my visit today."
"What sort of problem?" asked Heath.
"We have a lack of clarity in the terms that we use in the activities checklist," explained Erika. "In fact, we discovered that on the very activity that you had a problem with this morning. While I clearly understood what was meant by the term "water sports," I learned that my colleague had no idea that it means what it means. You have met Tracy. She interpreted it as water skiing and swimming and the like. We are developing a glossary that will go with the checklist in the future. But we need to fix it with the girls already placed."
"How do you intend to fix it?" asked Heather.
"First, I would like to meet with Symphony alone," said Erika. "I will go through each item in the checklist to make sure there is no confusion. Then I'll give you the revised checklist. We will give you a complete refund and you will get to keep the girl if she wants to finish her term. Of course, she may choose to end it. I'm not sure how traumatized she is by the events."
"Of course we'll want to keep her," interjected Heath. "She's divine. I'd like to use her as my toilet but if that won't work out, I'll just use a bathroom."
"Then let me meet with her and we'll see where we go from here." They showed Erika to the room where Symphony was. The girl was huddled in a small cage in the center of the room. Heath unlocked it and then he and Heather left, closing the door behind them.
"Hi, sweetie," said Erika. "I understand you had a rough morning. Come out and let's talk about it."
Symphony sniffled. Her eyes were puffy and were welled up with tears but she obediently crawled out of her cage and stood up. Erika wrapped her arms around the naked girl and hugged her, trying to comfort her.
"It was awful," sobbed Symphony.
"I'm sure it was, dear," said Erika soothingly. "And it was all our fault. We only discovered yesterday that there could be confusion about some of the terms we used in the questionnaire. I want to go through all of the items to make sure that you have answered them the way you intended to. Or you could just go. I'm prepared to release you from your contract if you wish."
"Go?" said Symphony with a puzzled look.
"Yes," replied Erika. "We can and this now if you would prefer."
"I don't want to go. I just don't want to drink piss. Have you ever done that before?"
"Yes, I have," responded Erika.
Symphony gasped. "You have?!?!?!?!? Why on earth would you do that?"