House Party Piss Slave

*Disclaimer! This story includes an instance of drink-spiking which I by no means endorse or think it ok. It was just used as a plot point so if it is a distessing subject, feel free to read something else instead. All characters are 18 or over. Enjoy!

17th June, 2025. Our final exams at school were finally over and everyone couldn't wait for the end of term. Word had been going round of a party on the first weekend of summer but there was no way I was getting invited. I was definitely on the unpopular side of my year, not a total weirdo but socially awkward and not terribly attractive, at least facially. I was frumpy, couldn't dress well and didn't bother with makeup or tanning like most of the other girls, but I had overheard from some boys one lunch that I was a 'seven, body wise.'

Therefore, when a text came through from Millie Catchen, easily the most popular, and definitely the prettiest girl in the year inviting me to her party, I almost jumped for joy. That evening, I took forever to get ready, fishing out my nicest dress and a matching set of bra and knickers I had secretly gotten without my parents knowing, not that they'd seen much use.

After doing my makeup, I walked over to Millie's house through the park and knocked at her door, bang on the time she had said: 6 o'clock (which seemed a bit early but whatever). Millie answered. 'Hi Emily, come inside' she cooed. She was beautiful, with tanned skin and long blonde hair. She wore a red dress, the hemline barely reaching past her shapely arse, fully showing her long legs and the low cut at her chest left much of her cleveage on display.

She beckoned me into the kitchen, where three of her other friends, dressed similarly stood. She handed me a drink which looked like some kind of cocktail out of a can, and we started awkwardly chatting. I kept sipping on my drink, until all of a sudden I felt really dizzy, and collapsed forward onto the counter.

I came to, and realised I was kneeling on the floor. I was groggy and everything was fuzzy, but I tried moving my hands but realised they were zip-tied, as were my feet. I was starting to return to normal, and realised I was completely naked, with my dress and underwear in a pile underneath me. What the hell was going on?

I saw Millie standing over me. 'Are you awake?' she asked softly.

'What's happening? Why am I on the floor? What happened to the party?' I frantically replied.

'You really thought we'd actually invite you? she sneered. 'Well you see, it's really annoying when you need to wee at a house party, not that you'd know as you've never been to one, but there's always someone throwing up in the loo and you get really desperate. So I thought, we'd use you as a urinal instead so that when the bathroom is occupied we can all piss in your mouth instead. It's quite clever really, and it means you got to come to my party even though no one likes you, so you should be grateful for that.'

I was in shock. One second I was happily chatting away, the next I was tied up naked on the floor being told I was the toilet for a party of drunk teens.

I almost passed out, were it not for Millie pulling her panties to the side and standing directly over my face, revealing her shaved pussy which she spread with her fingers expose the pink inside. Relaxing her muscles, her seal broke and a stream of piss shot onto my face. I wasn't ready, and it covered my face and hair. 'Fucking drink it!' Millie spat, slapping me hard across the face and re-positioning herself.

Opening my mouth wide, I was able to catch the rest of her foul salty urine. 'Now lick me clean. I can't go walking round with wee on my pussy when I've got boys to fuck. The doorbell rang from the corridor. 'Speaking of!' she exclaimed, re-adjusting her kickers and pulling down her dress. As she walked off into the corridor, I was left alone in the corner of the kitchen.

This was awful. My first time getting invited to a party, but it's just to be the piss disposal unit. I dreaded to think of the amount of dicks and pussies I was going to have to drink from that night, the foul taste of my classmates' boozy waste water and the fact my body was on display for anyone to see.

People were starting to stream in now, most noticing me sobbing in the corner but not paying me much attention apart from a judgmental glance or a boy checking out my body. I felt ashamed and humiliated, and the night hadn't even started yet. All of a sudden, a boy who I knew from my science class came hurrying into the room.

He was tall, and handsome, with floppy brown hair and a well built frame. 'Where's the loo?' I heard him ask. A girl pointed over at me and he stared and whispered something to her before striding quickly over to me. Without a word, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his soft, yet still sizeable cock and aimed it at my face. Before I could even open my mouth, his piss came streaming out of his tip and splashed onto my face. I opened wide, and he aimed his stream into it. It was so difficult to swallow his piss but it didn't taste as bad as Millie's.

The stream finally slowed to a dribble, and he stuck the tip of his now semi-hard dick into my mouth. I was confused for a second- was he asking for a blowjob? I had never given one before, but I slowly slipped it further into my mouth. 'What the fuck are you doing?' he spat. 'I don't want my dick sucked by you, just clean the end. Fucking hell.' I obliged with a sob. Even though I didn't want to give him one, he'd denied me. He viewed me as disgusting, too unclean to even suck his dick. This was awful.

I didn't have time to be sad however, as the next girl was already waiting. My heart sunk. Amy, a girl who'd bullied me throughout secondary school, stood over me. She was horrible to me but her favorite thing to do was to wait for me to go in to a toilet cubicle in break and film me over the top of the wall having a pee. For two years, I had been so scared to go to the loo that I held it in all day, leading me to have to spend every hour until I got home aching to relieve myself, or have an embarrassing emergency.

And here she was, pulling her panties to the side and reaching her right foot up to rest on the wall behind me. Placing a hand above her pussy, she let loose, sending a jet of hot piss onto my face. Using her fingers, she aimed her piss stream, waving it around and causing it to splash all over my hair and body. After she had finished, she grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her crotch, wiping it up and down until all of her pee and juices were transferred. 'Enjoy that?' she giggled, before walking away.

I was now fully soaked in her piss and it was dripping down onto my dress and underwear below. I had spent all of my allowance that month on a lovely dress, and now it was beginning to soak in Amy's urine. A few hours had passed, and I had serviced every person at the party. It was now 1 AM, and I really was desperate for a piss myself, but I didn't want to fully drench my dress- the only piece of clothing I had left- in piss or how would I walk home?

My bladder had a noticeable bulge by this point, which was noticed by Millie, who had come back to use me for the fourth time. 'Need a wee toilet girl?' she asked. She knelt down to my head height. 'Respond!' she snapped. I nodded gingerly but inside I was bursting and was about to lose control. 'Don't want to ruin your tatty dress?' she sneered. I nodded again. She took an empty pint glass from the counter next to me and held it below my crotch. The whole kitchen was looking at me by this point.

'Before you get to wee, what do you say?' she asked. I didn't want to do this but I had to play along or I wouldn't get to release my straining bladder. 'Please can I pee?' I stammered.

'You may' she giggled. I broke my seal with a moan of relief, eliciting a laugh from the crowd of onlookers. I quickly filled up the pint glass and stopped my stream despite not having fully emptied my bladder. Millie held the cup up so that everyone could see, before pouring the entire contents on my face and my dress.

At this point I fully burst into tears. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me; there was no way I could ever see any of my schoolmates again knowing they had used me as their toilet and seen me soaked in my own urine.

After a while, the night drew to a close. People were beginning to stumble drunkenly out of the kitchen and make their way home, not before pissing in my mouth a final time just in case though. A boy from my Spanish class had grabbed my urine-soaked clothes from under me and run off with them, leaving me extremely worried as to how I was going to get home.

My knees were aching and numb from kneeling and I was again bursting to pee but had been warned by Millie that if I went to the loo on her floor, 'bad things would happen.' I kneeled there for five more hours until seven AM, where one of Millie's friends trudged into the kitchen and cut my zip-ties loose with some scissors. 'Go home.' she croaked before stumbling back upstairs. I stood up, my legs weary and sore from being tied up for so long.

Walking through the hall, I mentally prepared myself for the run back through the park. It was still fairly early, but there were bound to be some dog walkers and runners who would see my naked body, not to mention the fact that I had been desperately holding my bursting bladder for hours by this point and there was not a chance of me making home unless I made a stop on the way.

I yanked the door open and made a mad dash down the street towards the park, the morning air cold on my bare skin. I tried my best to cover my boobs with my arm and jammed a hand into my crotch, partly to protect my pussy from view but also to prevent me releasing before I had found a suitable place to wee.

Practically diving into the first bush I saw, I squatted down and after hours, finally got to relieve the intense pressure in my bladder. The piss came gushing out of my urethra with a loud hiss and the intense pleasure, better than any orgasm I'd ever had, evoked a primal moan. After I had finished, I stood up, the yellow liquid dribbling down my leg and continued my sprint home, attracting head turns from the few passers by I crossed paths with.

When I finally got home, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief that my parents were away and didn't have to see me in the state I was in. I had spent the last night in hell, forced to be used as a toilet and to drink the waste of my horrible classmates all while being constantly humiliated, exposed and desperate yet denied to release my own burstingly full bladder.

But it was all over, and I never had to see any of these people again if I moved away. So I got in the shower and cleaned the disgusting remnants of everyone's piss off of my body, and hoped for the future to be better for me.