I could feel Jake squeezing my cheeks together and forcing the bottle in my mouth, but I couldn’t do much about it. “Are you refusing our hospita...ity?” he asked as he forced the piss down my throat. I tried to move my head to keep from drinking but someone grabbed my hair from behind and held it in place. I tried to spit it out but they forced me to swallow about half the bottle. I was still in excruciating pain. I was hoping, now that they made me drink their piss, that they would let me go,. I must have instinctively triggered my invisibility, as I was suddenly a vague shape in the stream of water. Not transparent, but sort of a body shaped pillar of water, as my camouflage tried to adapt to the fast moving water droplets. It was a quite interesting effect, sort of naked girl made of flowing water, but not really an effective way to hide.D stared at me for a bit, then shook herself, and put a towel down then picked up my clothes. "I put some clean clothes out on the bed, and got. And so things remained until that fateful Friday afternoon when Kyle jabbed a member of the visiting football team in the ribs so savagely that the poor lad had to be carried off the pitch in agony. Passed off at the moment as an unfortunate accident, Steve, a keen observer, knew otherwise. He knew that he had observed Kyle commit what he was an act of unprovoked violence against one of the opposing team’s members and being himself somewhat of a no-nonsense disciplinarian; retribution was swift. Bartender yells the 4 worst words in the dictionary "Last call for Alcohol" and every dude feels like they are playing musical chairs for pussy. Worst part about this particle incident is that it was like 1:15 in the afternoon and I've been drunk for a good 7 hours.. i'm not a mathmatician, but I think I'm a borderline alchoholic. So this blonde walks in the bar, and to me, she's fucking banging. She's tall, skinny, etc. I have a thing for skinny blondes.. like mal nourished blondes.. not like.