There's Only One Thing To Do: Swallow

The women had terrible aim.

Lois Lane watched as the first took her position over her, the ass looked giant as it eclipsed the stage light. She stared at the little pussy, shaved so that she could see the pink labia. Thought of the many times Lois herself had gone into a strange bathroom, not wanted to actually touch the toilet, and hovered.

The golden rain began to fall.

It was hot, and Lois closed her eyes. More of it than she would have thought didn't land in the funnel at all, but ended up spraying on her face, in her hair. The bit that did make it into the funnel ran straight into her mouth, and Lois tasted the slightly bitter, watery piss for the first time.

Not as bad as I thought, Lois thought. Her teeth were pressed against the funnel, and she was holding the piss in her mouth, unwilling to swallow.

The ass above shook, the last few drops raining down...and then it was gone.

The next woman took her place above Lois. Yellow tears ran down the reporter's face as she took a deep breath through her nose. There were twenty-eight more women after this one. Twenty-eight more cunts to stare at. More women to piss on her.

Her mouth filled. The piss rose up inside the funnel. Lois could actually see the pale yellow level. The reporter's mouth was still filled with stale piss. The excess spray that didn't make the funnel was pooling beneath Lois. She was sitting in a puddle of piss, and the piss was building up in her funnel. If she let it go over the brim, it would splash into her face...maybe get into her eyes. Or her nostrils.

Plus, her throat was dry.

As woman after woman took her turn, Lois knew what she would have to do. She tried to psyche herself up for it. Plenty of people drank urine. It was a form of medicine in India. Survivalists swore by it. She wasn't going to die...

Closing her eyes as the fifth woman popped a squat over Lois Lane's face, the reporter opened her throat and swallowed.

The worst part was, the first sensation was relief. It was hot, wet, and cut through the slime in her throat. Moistened her tissues. Sated her thirst. Then the hot, acrid piss hit her stomach, and Lois squirmed in her bonds as she strove not to vomit. Golden drops hit her eyes, then the woman corrected herself so that more of it ran into the funnel...and through the funnel, down into Lois Lane's stomach.

When she was done, the next woman took her place. Lois shivered, knowing she would survive this...but also wondering how much piss she would have to drink before tonight was over.