Have you ever taken an instant disliking to someone? That's how I felt about Connie, Scott's new girlfriend. From the moment I laid eyes on her I felt and instant hatred for the little bitch. I don't know whether it was her small stature and perky breasts that set me off or just the cute bubbly personality of the 23 year old.

My boyfriend Sean and I have been together for ten years now. We've been reading each others minds since we met when I moved to town at age 18. I know he sensed that I hated her.

I was also pissed off at Sean. He and his working buddy, Scott had just made another of their stupid bar bets - and he always loses. I can't tell you how many times I've had to show my tits while standing on top of tables and suck guys off because I ended up being the prize in his stupid wagers. Once I had to lay naked on the bar and get eaten out by every guy in the place. I would have backed out in a second, but it's such a matter of honor with them that I'd have risked pissing him off, if not losing him for good if I didn't follow through. I'd never admit it to him, but he's worth it. I'll do anything he wants me to.

We sort of get away with murder in this bar. It's not that we live in a small town, but this place is sorta out of the way and not too many strangers show up. It doesn't hurt that Sean's cousin owns the bar and the local authorities are all tight with us.

Well getting back to the little bitch. Even though she'd been dating Scott for a while, I hadn't met her till last night. She sure seemed to know a lot about me though. Maybe Scott had told her about Sean's losing streak and what he's made me do. I could only imagine what I'd have to do this time. I fumed as I waited.

And then something amazing happened. Sean won! I couldn't believe it. But better than that - he immediately turned around and flashed me this big evil grin. I knew instantly he was going to let me dictate the penalty. My Sean knows how to make points with me he does.

So now I bet you want to know what I made her do?

And I'm going to tell you.

Standard rules of these stupid games dictate that the loser's girlfriend has to do whatever the winner wants her to do until closing time at the bar. The payoff has to be right then and there. None of the interested parties can leave the bar till the bet is paid off.

I whispered my evil plan into Sean's ear as I smiled at Connie. I think she was still in shock as Scott reminded her of the rules. But I could tell she'd do anything he told her to do. There was no way Scott would welsh on a bet and he wouldn't let her either.

After hearing my plan Sean looked at me in astonishment, but left grinning as he went to clear things with a few people. He soon returned with some rope.

I took the rope and walked directly to Scott. As I handed it to him I told him to tie Connie's hands in front of her using a knot that wouldn't come out, but that she could wear all night. I reminded him that I knew he was a rope expert and warned him not to cheat or Connie's situation would get a lot worse.

She still looked a little smug, I thought, as he fastened her hands in front of her, so it was with great relish that I told him to take her into the mens's room. This bar has been here for years, and it has the old style porcelain urinals that run down the entire wall to the floor. The plumbing for the fixtures comes out of the wall about five feet above the floor. A perfect height to bend the little bitches hands over her head and fasten to the urinal piping. I had him face her outward and fix the ropes to her neck so she couldn't turn around. I wanted her to see the parade of men that would soon appear to use the facility.

Her first customer was Scott. I told him to piss all over her and her dress. They were both a little shocked and disgusted - but he did what I said. I think in her mind she was almost relieved thinking that I would make her boyfriend piss all over her and then let her go. She doesn't know me that well.

In my sweetest voice I told her "Oh its not over by a long shot you little fuck - you're staying in here till closing time." She got all shocked and asked what I she had ever done to me. I didn't bother to answer her.

It was still kinda early so guys would come in one or two at a time every few minutes. At first they were pretty nice to her, doing their best to piss between her legs so that she wouldn't get soaked. But there was plenty of spray ricocheting off the urinal walls and an occasional stream would go awry, so it wasn't long before she was pretty wet and stinky.

I still wasn't satisfied. So I made Scott cut off her dress. She protested loudly, claiming that it was brand new, very expensive, and then admitting that it was her sister's. It was apparently flimsy too as it came off in no time.

A group of guys came in and were real creative as they had a sort of wet t-shirt contest with her. Except she had no shirt so they had to piss on her panties. They had a bet going to see if she was shaved or not. I made her pee through them herself before I had Scott cut those off too. So what do you think? Was she shaved, or not? I'll never tell.

Now that she was nude except for her high heels, things were getting more interesting as more and more guys were coming in to use the rest room. They were starting to get into the swing of things and were getting much more creative with their aim.

I didn't hover over her off course - I did want to give the guys their privacy. A few times I could see her talking to the guys that were pissing on her. That kinda pissed me off (if you'll pardon the expression) so I went to get Scott again. I had him readjust her position. He made her squat down as he roped her thighs to her calves forcing her into a squatting position with her back into the urinal. He pulled her hands high over her head now as he reattached the ropes to the pipes in such away as she could move very little.

I liked this picture, and I told her so as I escorted her first customer in this new position to her. "Connie, I heard you asked one of the guys to go get the sheriff. Well here he is! And he's going to be the first to demonstrate to you a better use of your mouth than talking. I took a mascara pencil out of her pocket book and rammed it deep into her mouth between her teeth as Sean helped me tape it around her neck to hold it in position as a sort of bit gag. With her mouth suitably jacked open the sheriff proceeded to empty his bladder into her opened and waiting mouth. Interesting the gurgling sounds a girl can make while she screams.

By this time it was getting pretty warm in the men's room so I opened the windows to let in the cool night air. I needed a break so I left her alone for a while. When I returned the poor girl was shivering. She was soaked with smelly fluid. Her hair was drenched and pee continued to run out of her mouth.

Visits to the men's room had apparently been slow during my absence. "Oh, cold are you? Well lucky for you I've been accepting donations for you outside." With that I had Scott douse her with a bucket of still warm urine that I had been collecting from the guys as I held them back outside the door. I almost think she was grateful as the warm liquid cascaded over her head and ran in all directions down her body.

I had continued to hold the guys back outside. They weren't too pleased about that, but when I figured they couldn't stand it anymore I let them all in at once. I told them they could all go on her simultaneously as long as all of their streams contacted her directly. It was quite a sight as so many guys jockeyed for position to let loose their streams onto the poor little girl.

By now the bar was hopping and a steady ‘stream' of guys came in to keep the little bitch warm. It was amazing the creativity and diversity they bestowed upon her. Whether it be her hair, face, mouth, tits, pussy or shoes - they all seemed to have their favorite targets. Some dribbled it on her, making sure every drop hit a different part of her exposed flesh. Others shot their stream into her with such intensity it seamed to force her back against the cool smooth walls of the urinal.

After a few hours I knew she must have suspected it was close to closing time and the end of her ordeal - so at 2 AM I went in to give her the good news - everyone was having such a good time that we had persuaded the owner to stay open till 5. The look of panic on her face was priceless! I was so happy I went outside and ordered a round of drinks for everyone in the bar myself!

After another hour the bar was still busy, but I was feeling a bit of compassion so I went to her and offered her a deal. I figured that by now she would voluntarily keep her mouth open if a guy wanted to pour his fluid down her throat so I told her I would remove the bit gag that was holding her mouth open if she would allow us to take her home after the bar closed. She agreed like I knew she would.

After another couple hours the last customers were leaving as we went in to retrieve our soggy friend. Scott cut the ropes holding her in the crouched position but left her wrist ropes in place. It took her a while to stand, but we finally coaxed her up.

It was still dark as we pulled her nude body out of the bar and lead her to the parking lot. "Say Connie, I'm sure glad you drove tonight" as we stuffed her into the back seat of her own car. She made some feeble protests about getting cleaned up first but they went on deaf ears. Her car was really beginning to smell as we pulled up to her house. Considering all of the piss that's now soaked into the back seat she should remember this night for a long time.

She seamed relieved as we approached her door. Sensing that her ordeal was approaching an end she was a bit confused as we led her away from the house. We escorted her to the clothes line and securely fastened her wrist rope at a height just out of reach. A light rain was starting to fall. "You stink too much to be let inside," I sympathized with her. "The rain should wash you clean. And with any luck your sister will find you before she goes to work." As I hung the shredded garment on the line next to her I mimicked her perky tones as I left. "I hope she's not too pissed off when she finds out about the dress."