My new mistress has her fun with me

I scream. The shock baton feels like fire against my exposed cunt. Amber looks like she's having a lot of fun, her eyes shining with cruel glee. Sadly, the brutal pain on my pussy doesn't make me forget the pain on my buttcheeks, which still feel raw and tender.

"Should I stop, or do you want me to continue?" Amber asks in a fake coy voice. She wants me to say it, to ask her to keep tormenting me. This is obviously a test.

"P-Please," I mutter between sobs. "Continue. Hurt me."

She shrugs, as if she doesn't really want to do this and is simply listening to my demand. Her next stab is on my tit, and that takes me by surprise. It hurts, but less so than when she was shocking my nether region. And the pain feels kinda amazing!? It wakes up something primal in me, something that has been dormant for way too long.

"Do you like this?" She asks, this time sounding overtly judgy.

"Yes! I love getting tortured and humiliated! I wanna be your good pain pig!"

"Calm down, Amy. We'll settle for decent pain pig first, and when you've reached that level, then you can worry about trying to be good enough for me."

I make no attempts to correct her about my name. If she wants to call me Amy, I'll be Amy.

She shocks my other tits, and I can't stop a little bit of pee from coming out of me. Luckily for me, the tiny jet falls short of Amber's boot. I can't imagine what kind of punishment she would've done unto me if my pee had hit her jeans.

"Woah, you're squirting, you naughty fucking whore."

Amber moves to my side, and then shocks my tits again.

"Teacup, come here." Her voice is cold, and Mary obeys her instantly.

The cute chubby girl in pink latex kneels down in front of me, her eyes focused on my cunt.

"If you really want to be good enough for me," Amber states, "you can start by showing everyone that you have no dignity. Empty your bladder."

I can feel everyone's eyes on me. All of the sows, kneeling in the mud in front and around me. Amber, to my side, holding her **** stick. And above, in the windows, Miss Della and the other farmhands. Am I dreaming or are there a lot more people up there than there was ten minutes ago?

Then, I look down, and meet Mary's gaze. She looking up, mouth wide open and tongue out. She wants me to use her as a urinal. She wants to show our mistress that she's a good pig. I can relate.

I groan a little as I try to **** my pee out; It doesn't come out right away. It's probably my subconscious or something, trying to prevent me from peeing while so many people are looking right at me. But eventually, I manage to go, and a torrent of warm piss splashes onto Mary's face.

The crowd of pigs erupting into cheers, as if this one bawdy act had made me cross a line into becoming a disgusting farm animal. Maybe it did. I just let a crowd of stranger watch me pee, after watching me ask to be tortured.

I let out a surprised scream when Amber shocks me mid-piss, and she keeps the baton against my breast. My whole body shakes, but the two sows holding up my spread legs make a good job of keeping me still.

When I'm done peeing, Amber takes away the stick, and then she grabs me harshly by the hair.

"Decent," she whispers, and I can hear her word crawling down my spine and going straight for my clit. Fuck, why does a mere word from her arouses me so damn much?