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“Hey come pick up this dress and leave her old one on the floor. I have an idea to punish this filthy slut.” Instructed the guard to the cashier girl. The girl stepped out of the doorway and into the room locking the door behind her. She walked up to me and picked up the stolen dress dropping my old still damp one on the floor in its place. As I went to pick it up eager to get dressed, the guard grabbed my shoulder and forced me to my knees. “Just a minute slut, first I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He said as he pulled out his cock and began pissing onto the dress on the floor. His stream was a dark gold almost to a brown and the smell of urine was so much stronger than the mess I had made earlier. The cashier girl understanding what he meant to do began removing her panties from underneath her skirt. She then lifted it up and knelt down on the other side of the dress before unleashing a stream of her own to the soaking puddle that was now my dress. Her stream was much lighter almost like water, which I flashing am thankful for as the dress already smelled overpoweringly of piss. As I knelt there watching my captors urinating on my dress, the arousal I had felt earlier at having to strip for them grew. Being so exposed in front of two people who wanted to torment and punish me was exhilarating my body was shivering in anticipation and I could not hold back any longer. I moved a hand to my dripping pussy trying to be a as subtle as I could and began fingering myself while they pissed. At the first touch it was like lightning through my body the build up of arousal had grown so strong in the past few minutes that barely touching myself was almost enough to bring me to the edge. I quickly thrust two fingers into my pussy and began roughly fucking myself my pussy well lubricated from all the past stimulation and my current situation. The guard was the first to notice my actions, “hey get a load of this slut shes getting off on this.” He said as he directed his stinking stream towards me. The piss hit my chest splattering it’s dark almost brown golden liquid across my breasts, he aimed the stream up to my face trying to get it in my mouth and eyes, as I squirmed trying to avoid it but not daring to try and stand after he had hit me earlier.. “What a fucking slut,” replied the cashier girl finishing her piss on the dress and getting up. She walked behind me and pulled my hair tight while pushing down on my back forcing me to lean my face into the guard's piss. At this point I couldn't take it, my fingers working my dripping cunt like never before, the rhythm and pace building up so much that it was intolerable, causing my body to become stiff and shake as waves of pleasure assaulted me. I felt like some sort of animal on show for these people humiliated and debased beyond anything I had fantasized, a toy for them to play with and ruin. Iit was so much that I almost started crying again. Yet there was something so arousing in indian pleasuring myself while being treated like their toy, that I couldn't help but lavish in the moment, even if my treatment was closer to that of a toilet. “Open up bitch,” she said pulling my hair even harder, interrupting my blissful pleasure. I couldn't help but cry out in pain at the rough treatment, and as I did, the dark piss landed directly in my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. The taste of it was so stale and sour that it alone would of been enough to make me gag, regardless the fact that I had basically inhaled it. I broke out into coughing and spluttering as the foul taste permeated my mouth and I struggled to get air into my lungs. His piss tasted nothing like my own and the foulness of it almost made me throw up as I struggled to breath. The pleasure of my orgasm combining with the pain of the girl pulling my hair and me gasping for air was too much, everything went black… A few seconds later I awoke the taste of the guards stale piss still on my tongue, and my breath still short as I struggled to pull myself together. The guard was zipping up his pants as the cashier leered over me. “Put your clothes on slut, the cops will be here in any minute.” Said the guard kicking the soaking wet dress in my direction. “Won’t they ask why she's so wet?” asked the cashier. “We will just tell them we found he like this, who are they going to believe the us the respectable employees of this shopping center, or the infamous pee bandit, caught in the filthy act covered in her own piss.” The asian guard replied with a devious grin. Don’t trust the French come across from Portugal to Cornwall like we did. 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