Check the men's room

You approach the men's room door hesitantly, not really wanting to go inside, but deciding that you've come this far, you might as well. You enter the men's room in time to see a man stepping away from a urinal, having just finished pissing on your wadded up shirt at the bottom. He laughs a bit as he passes by you.

"Sorry, lady. She sucked me off to do it." The man says pointing at one of the stalls as you exit. You turn around just in time to see Kristen pouncing on you from behind. Her strong cheerleader trained body has no problem holding you down on your back as several other cheer squad members come in to help her.

One of them picks up your piss soaked top from the urinal and pulls it over your face, stuffing part in your mouth to muffle your screams while using the rest to cover your eyes so you can't see what they're doing to you.

You try to ignore how strangely delicious the liquid on the rag is, as your body starts being tied by the slut squad while Kristen continues to hold you down. They bind your legs to keep your knees bent and legs spread wide in the air. They tie your hands outstretched above your head, then laugh and call your tits saggy as they bind them tightly together in front of you, to keep them from drooping slightly over your side while you lay on your back.

Someone inserts a vibrator into your pussy suddenly at max speed, then leaves it there to constantly tease you. You've been struggling against them the whole time, but the addition of the dildo makes you squirm more violently then before. Someone crushes your nipples roughly until you stop moving.

The cheer squad seems to be making an art project out of painting something over your entire body. They laugh and joke with each other like they are making a banner for the team to run through at the start of a game. The cold paint makes you want to squirm more, but they pinch and slap at you to keep you still.

You can breathe well enough through the wet face covering at first, but the liquid you know to be piss is filling your mouth and nose as it drips from the rag. It tastes pretty good somehow, and you're going to need to clear your breathing soon anyway, so you reluctantly swallow some of it. The dildo buzzing away inside you suddenly feels way better.

By the time the girls are finished decorating your body, you've sucked the top fully dry of your own volition. You don't know what these cunts have in store for you, but its beginning to sound better by the second.

"There! All done." Kristen states, removing the shirt from your face and stepping back to admire their work on your body. "Haha, the dumb skank cleaned her top with her mouth!"

They all laugh at how gross you are as they add the final touches by painting your face and forcing a ring gag in your mouth. You look down at what they've drawn on your body for the first time.