==Good Hydration (Watersports Drowning)==

Briskly walking down a dirt path was a man, naked save for his sandals, sunglasses, and a small satchel. He was walking so briskly because he was desperately searching for somewhere to piss. He found a sign promising his salvation and hurried toward it.

As he approached he saw an inflatable kiddie pool around six feet in diameter sitting in the shade of a large umbrella. Inside the pool lay a young girl the man gauged at around thirteen. She lay spread eagle on a board that had been laid on the floor of the pool. Several strips of metal had been molded around her and screwed into the wood to secure her in place. There was strips on each of her biceps, wrists, thighs, and ankles, and a final one around her neck. She was nearly completely immobilized, able to just barely lift her head to peer at the approaching man. The pool had already been used by many for its advertised purpose, the girl laying in a few inches of piss that tickled at the backs of her ears. The man noticed that it didn't smell as strongly as he might have expected and that the liquid filling the pool was only slightly yellow. Piss wasn't the only thing filling the pool though, a few people had apparently jerked off into it. Most of the cum in the pool coated the girl's skin, but some floated about aimlessly as her small movements caused ripples in the liquid.

Without ceremony the man aimed his dick and let fly. The girl opened her mouth expectantly, sticking out her tongue and begging with her eyes for the man to accept her invitation. The man obliged, redirecting his stream into her open mouth. Her mouth rapidly filled and began to overflow, and the man adjusted his aim downwards, enjoying a mild amusement as his stream rinsed a couple loads of cum from the young girl's small budding tits.

After fifteen or so seconds the flow began to slow and finally stopped. The man flicked his dick, a few more drops falling to land on the girl as she audibly swallowed the mouthful she had collected. The man turned to leave but was stopped by the girl speaking up.

"You should drink a bit more water." she said.

The man turned back to face the girl, a slightly confused expression on his face.

"What?" he asked.

"You should drink more water. You're far from being the least hydrated visitor I've had, but there's still room for improvement. We're in the middle of the desert out here you know, it's important to stay hydrated! Heatstroke is no joke! Please, take some water." she said, awkwardly gesturing her head as she said the last line.

The man followed the movement and noticed a couple large water coolers set up behind the pool. The man realized that he was a little thirsty, and perhaps even a little light headed. He opened his satchel and pulled out his water bottle. It was still about a fifth full of water, but it had long gone quite warm and the man had been avoiding it. He opened the bottle, dumping the meager amount of water which was quickly absorbed by the parched earth, and walked over to the cooler. He filled his bottle and then began to drink, deeply enjoying the refreshing cold water as he emptied the whole bottle in a matter of seconds. The man filled his bottle up a second time before walking back around the pool to be in the girl's field of view.

"Is that why you're here? To encourage people to stay hydrated?" the man asked, sipping from his bottle again at a much more relaxed pace.

"Yep! If having a cute little piss target can help encourage people to stay hydrated then I'm happy to be that cute little piss target! And if enough people stay hydrated enough I might even drown in here! Sounds super hot doesn't it!" the girl said enthusiastically.

"Sure does!" the man said with a chuckle.

He wandered back to the cooler, topping off his water bottle before placing it in his satchel and wandering off.

"Stay hydrated! And if you're in the area visit again for your next piss!" the girl called after him.

"Will do!" the man called back.

...

Several hours later the man found himself back in the area. He had taken the girl's words to heart and had been steadily drinking throughout the day. He felt better for it, and with another full bladder he felt like returning the favor.

He returned to the pool and found a short line. The man got in line and began to watch as he waited for his turn. The liquid in the pool was deeper now, reaching halfway up the girls cheeks. Sometimes when she moved her head too enthusiastically the small waves were enough to spill into her open mouth. Several people were standing around the pool, each waiting for the person before them to finish before they started, and each of them aiming their stream right at the girl's face. The girl sputtered and coughed under the constant stream, but she seemed quite happy.

Finally it was the man's turn, and he let fly his stream of piss. He made eye contact with the girl and her face lit up with recognition. Her face took on a theatrically quizzical expression as she swirled her tongue around and sampled his fresh batch. The man saw her hand form a thumbs up beneath the surface of the liquid and the girl winked at him. He felt himself swell with a little bit of pride, having apparently lived up to this girl's philosophy of hydration.

Next in line after the man was a woman dressed only in body paint. It took her a moment to narrow in her aim, giving the girl enough time to suck in a hasty breath and say something.

"Make sure you stay hydrated everyone! There's coolers behind me fill-" the girl said, being cut off as the woman found her aim, her sentence devolving into spluttering coughs.

The man topped off his bottle again, noticing that the cooler was still full and that someone must have been coming by to keep them that way.

...

Several more hours later the sun was dropping low in the sky. The man once more found himself in the area with a full bladder. As he approached the pool he noticed that there was no longer a line. A lone man had just finished his own piss and was walking away as the man neared.

The liquid was several inches above the girls face. No amount of stretching could have brought her lips or nose above the surface to take in air. The man contemplated the girl's face as he let go his stream. Her expression was slack but the man felt like his saw hints of a smile at the edges of the corpse's mouth. He was sure she must have drowned with a smile on her face, knowing that she had encouraged better hydration here at Burning Woman. Knowing that some of the piss she had drowned in had been drunk just hours before by people anticipating that very moment, people anticipating her asphyxiation beneath the surface of the bounty she had collected.

The man felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought, and was regretful that he had not been here to see the moment it had come to pass. He began to jerk himself off, staring at the girl's glassy eyes and imagining her final struggles. A few minutes later the man's cum erupted from his dick, landing of the surface of the liquid where it rested for a moment before it sank beneath the surface and came to rest on the girl's face and chest.

As the man's orgasm subsided he noticed a girl standing a few paces away. He looked at her a felt he saw a resemblance to the girl who's body now rested at the bottom of the pool, though this new girl looked four or five years older. She wore a thin white sundress, which the light of the setting sun illuminated from behind to show she wore nothing beneath.

"Are you her sister?" the man asked.

"Yep." the girl replied. "She asked me to check on the coolers every few hours, and after sunset to either free her or deliver her corpse to some cooking spot."

The girl approached the pool standing at it side for a moment before turning back to face the man.

"I could use some help. If you help me drag her somewhere to rinse off you can have first pick of her cuts, heck you can even pick how we cook her, I'm not too picky." she said.

"Sounds good the me." the man said as he walked over, his mouth already watering. "Where do we start?"