Piss whore antidote

You awaken in the observation room in what feels like medieval stocks, but you can't move to look around to be sure. Your panicked breath echos slightly through a tube attached to a gag in your mouth, the other end of which leads to a funnel that fills most of your vision. Around it you can see a large number of lab assistants and doctors chatting and taking readings from various machines around you. You suddenly become acutely aware of your cold bare ass presenting itself helplessly to the other side of the room. You attempt in vain to close your legs or pull your ass in, but find it stuck spread wide in front of everyone. You see your father approaching.

"Morning sweetheart!" Your father says to you cheerfully. You try to voice an unintelligible complaint through the tube about your predicament to no avail. "I know this seems harsh sweetie, but in today's world of violent medical donations bordering on... ahem... sexual intercourse, it's dangerous enough without my sweet daughter running around begging for it rougher just to get a cheap thrill.

"That why we here Pfucher have developed the world's first and only cure for urine intoxication, stopping the scourge dead in its tracks! We've almost made it through R&D and we're extremely close to being able to release the antidote worldwide, but we're stuck in the red tape hell of bureaucracy trying to get FDA approval. " He smiles at you excitedly. "But that won't stop me from getting it early for my little girl! But unfortunately you still have to go through the standard medical trial to get it. We just need to get a few baseline readings and we'll get started."

Your father begins walking away and a crowd of researchers crowd around you to get "readings" by hurting you in various ways, then writing something on a clipboard based on your helpless yelps through the tube. Your ass is smacked, your nipples and breasts are yanked and pinched, someone roughly inserts himself into your dry pussy for a "moisture reading", then up your ass for a "elasticity reading", and finally someone looks you in the eye and calls you a "worthless cumdumpster" as though they are reading a line from a script. They all make frantic notes as you break down into tears.

"Aw, it's okay pumpkin! Just think of how you're helping to rid the world of the vile act of piss drinking!" Your father exclaims excitedly. He turns to address the rest of the room "Alright, administer the narcotic!"

A small rush among the lab assistants to be the first in front of your funnel breaks out, and after a short shoving match a victor emerges with his limp dick coming into your view. You note how disappointed the other researchers are. In fact, many of the people in the room, including your father, seem like they might need to pee pretty bad. You worry as the first stream begins to pour in.

You expect the worst as it hits your tongue, but you're quickly reminded that the taste is fine. Pretty good, even. The researcher quickly stops, and you swallow the mouthful hesitantly. Instantly your day becomes better, even in retrospect. You just wish you felt this way earlier! The lingering pain from the "readings" suddenly become tingles of pleasure racing through your brain.

Fortunately, they take another set of readings, roughly smacking and abusing your body, much to your delight. The moisture checker gives a few extra thrusts into your pussy, either for his benefit or yours, then does the same for your asshole and is done far too soon. You desperately wish for him to keep checking. You moan and beg for more piss and **** as best you can through the empty tube as someone calls you a "worthless cumdumpster" with much more feeling. You shudder in ecstasy.

The researcher in front of you resumes his flow by hosing your face down for several seconds, far longer than could be accidental, before correcting his aim to the funnel. Not that you mind, you're just sad you couldn't drink it.

Your father frowns down at you as you chug the researcher's piss down faster than it can fill the tube. "Alright, she's fucked up enough. Go ahead and administer it."

An unseen needle pricks into your exposed asscheek, leaving a little jolt of pleasure instead of a pinch of pain as it injects its medicine into you in a more conventional way. You begin feeling.... different.