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Many apologies to everyone. I have been salvaging files from the (metaphorically) smoking wreckage of my computer. Something tells me my programming habits would go so much better if I didn't test them out on my own file system. Nevertheless, I finally found most of my files. Fingers crossed that I can get them in the correct chronological order.
Obviously, it's been a little more time. Jenna and Alec are heating up less and getting serious more. For the record, this part is so sickeningly sweet, I had much difficulty proof reading after the corruption. Clearly I was out of my mind for the first draft. Those with similar sappy allergies, feel free to just…hang around, until the next part, that is.
Also, if I stop posting at least once a week, slap me. I salvaged enough that I don't need a rewrite except in a few of the story gaps, so I should be able to keep up with my own posting/writing schedule. Also provided I don't return to rewriting computer files instead of fetish porn.
One night, about two weeks out from graduation, after I was already unconscious over my homework, Alec came to visit my parents. Everything was settled and approved but for my part in it.
Alec somehow managed not to clue me in for the rest of the week. If anything, he was even more enthusiastic during our private rendezvous.
Saturday was different. I knew that something was up when he came right to the door to pick me up, cheerily greeting my parents. I came running down the stairs ready for battle, and got a face full of Alec kissing me hello.
"Mmph—morning," I mumbled, preparing to duck upon seeing my parents in the room.
"Afternoon, actually," Alec laughed.
I grabbed my shoes, watching suspiciously as Alec shook my father's hand and kissed my mother on the cheek. I was not given time to dwell on it, however—Alec kissed me lightly and led me out the door.
I stretched, introducing sunlight and skin that had never met. Alec had packed a lunch and driven us up to one of the national parks; we were basking in the balmy air of late April a good mile away from any human being. We had eaten, and were just sunbathing, not even bothering to get excited.
"Jenna?" Alec asked softly, reaching over to pet my shoulder.
"Hmmmmmm?"
"I wanted to ask you something."
I purred softly and snuggled into his warm, creamy skin.
"Jenna, I know that sex isn't love," he whispered, "but love is—and I love you."
I sat very still, turning his words over and over in my head. I was distracted, however, by his bare hand patting mine gently on his bare hip.
"Bugger," he muttered, letting go of me to fish about in the heap that was our clothes. I waited—eventually he came up with what he had been looking for, and leaned up to kiss me gently.
"I love you," he whispered.
Something cold slipped onto my left ring finger. I held up my hand and saw a twinkling, heart-shaped diamond on a gold band.
"I want you to marry me," Alec said softly.
I traced the largest streak of silver hair back to where it ended on the grass, trying to process the question. Marry? As in, like, ceremony and rings and loyalty forever type marry?
Alec took a deep breath and lifted my hand to his lips, kissing it softly.
"Please?" he whispered.
"Yes," I murmured. "Yes, yes, yes, yes…"
And I was lost for words as he lifted me up to straddle him, both of us kissing and touching and gasping and moaning.
I stirred sleepily, trying to sort out the heat from the sun and the heat from Alec's skin into up and down so it would be possible to get up.
"Oof!"
I had gotten it wrong, and landed hard on Alec.
"Where're you going?" he inquired sleepily, wrapping his arms around me.
"Have to pee."
I was very uncomfortable; my bladder was surprisingly full.
"What are you waiting for, then?" he asked, sliding a hand up the inside of my thigh.
I made a muffled sort of sound, my lips being somewhat muffled by his. I was desperate to pee, and his gentle touch between my legs was not helping. Then again, maybe it was.
Alec squeezed, and I leaked just enough to get him fingers wet, squirming desperately. He was very stiff, and I began to pet him gently.
"You like this," I cooed. "Is this why you want to marry me?"
"Want…because…love you," he moaned.
I kissed him gently on the lips again. He wanted me—possibly even more desperately than I wanted to pee. His hands were trembling—if I had been wearing any clothes, he would be ripping them off. Without thinking, I leaked again. Alec struggled for breath.
I was done tormenting both my bladder and my…fiancé. The word rang in my mind.
I suddenly released a golden flood over both of us. It poured over Alec's fingers and ran into the grass, pooling around us. I was scarcely half done when Alec grabbed me and pinned me to the grass, body pressing hard against mine.
"I'm going to marry you," he growled softly, "and I am going to love you every…waking…moment."
He punctuated his words with passionate, if quick, kisses. I didn't have to say a word. I couldn't, even if I had wanted to—I was coming hard. The ring on my finger, pressing into his back, was all I needed. |
Chapter 1: Love You To Death (ERICA)The Half Note jazz club, in lower Manhattan(296 Spring Street at the corner of Hudson Street, NYC… 1962)soundtrack:
I was sitting in a dark, smoke-filled bar, letting the sound of the music wash over me, taking me far away from the cares of my mundane college student existence, watching the band playing on the small stage as if in a fog. The haze created by the smoke as it rose up towards the blue spotlights formed a sort of halo around the man I’d come to see. He stood onstage with his eyes closed and legs spread slightly apart as his long thin fingers danced over the keys of his horn, the power and clarity of his tone seeming both rock hard and filled with brilliance.Like a diamond, I thought to myself… his sound was like a diamond reduced to its essence of pure vibration.My physics professor had explained that at the most basic level everything could be reduced to vibration, but I hadn’t really understood the concept until now, listening to this black man make magic through his saxophone.It was almost the end of the set, and he was playing a ballad.His rendition of the melody had practically moved me to tears, capturing all the bittersweet nature of love and loss effortlessly in the first 64 bars of the tune. Now he had begun his solo, and was turning the melody inside out before beginning to run the chord changes, riffing on the standard, quoting odd bits of other tunes which always fit perfectly somehow, going off on wild tangents with a quick flurry of notes before always returning precisely to where he wanted to be. The other three members of the band were providing perfect accompaniment as if by mental telepathy. Light-coffee skinned McCoy Tyner smiling as if at a private joke only he knew the punch line to, leaning into the piano keyboard, outlining the harmony while adding upper intervals to the normal chord changes to complement Trane’s note choices; tall, brown, slim Jimmy Garrison playing counter melodies on the upright bass with an intense look on his face; and coal-black Elvin Jones flashing a non-stop Cheshire Cat smile as he coaxed a endless number of rhythmic variations on 4/4 time from his modest drum kit, making the beat strong and remarkably elastic all at once, his drumsticks just a blur in his hands…
the new John Coltrane Quartet was a killer band, that much was certain.The two drinks I had consumed in order to satisfy the club’s table minimum were already starting to make my head feel a bit light and my body feel flushed, because I wasn't much of a drinker back then.The music was truly magical. In the throes of inspiration, the band had run way over the usual 40 minutes most clubs allotted to musicians before clearing the house for the second set.At this rate, I wasn’t sure there would be a second set.It seemed as if Trane would just keep blowing until he ran out of ideas, which wasn’t going to happen any time soon. Unconstrained by the limitations of a recording session or a fixed set time, he was channeling the music from another place, letting it flow through him and into us. We were enraptured by it, transported out of that space and time by the power of his horn.Although by now I was feeling the call of nature, I hadn’t wanted to leave the small table to try to make my way through the cramped club to the restroom in order to relieve myself. I wasn’t willing to miss a single second of this experience, but though my focus on the music was keeping my mind occupied, my body was starting to make a bid for my attention.
I was beginning to squirm just a bit in my seat now from my need to pee, although it wasn't a conscious decision.My ‘date’ suddenly broke into my transfixed reverie, touching my hand and leaning over to say,
“This is so great, isn’t it?”I murmured back, “Yeah, it’s really cool!”At first I was annoyed that he had interrupted my trance, but within an instant or two, I was over it; the music was that powerful. Cool… Yes, indeed; I thought it was very cool.It was cool to be here in this downtown club. It was cool to be listening to this great sax man and his amazing new band.Cool… I used the word a lot, so much so that my few friends at college had actually nicknamed me ‘Cool’.It was kind of a joke to them, because I was anything but cool, really.
Although I had grown up in the suburbs of New York City, most of the town was as unfamiliar to me as if I was a hick from the sticks, someone who’d come from a small town somewhere in the Midwest.I had gone to an all-girls parochial school and then had decided to matriculate at Barnard College.
I was studying science and history, which was decidedly not cool, unlike the girls who were studying drama, or poetry, or art; the girls who exuded an aura of hip that I couldn’t even begin to approach. These were girls who smoked and drank wine at parties, cursed, and even (it was rumored at least in some cases) had had sex.
Or at least had boyfriends.I, on the other hand, was a straight-laced virgin. I was unattached and very un-hip, except for one thing: my love for jazz music, and John Coltrane in particular.I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do with my life; I had a vague idea that I’d eventually get a teaching degree and become a schoolteacher. It seemed to be the best path open to me at the time, since I wasn’t exactly keen on finding some boy to marry.I wasn’t interested in boys at all, in fact.This was yet another reason why my date’s interruption had been so annoying to me.We had met just a few days before in a neighborhood record store. Both of us had been browsing the jazz section for new releases, and when he saw I was interested in jazz music, he struck up a conversation with me. He seemed to know his stuff; when I discreetly quizzed him by asking a few questions about recordings, bands, and musicians, he gave all the right answers.Brad was a student at Columbia University; their campus was only a couple of blocks down from Barnard.
Seemingly on a whim, he asked me if I wanted to go with him to hear the John Coltrane Quartet at The Half Note on Saturday night.Of course, I agreed without thinking twice.A chance to hear the greatest, most innovative sax player alive wasn’t something I’d ever pass up.
I was a Trane fan through and through, every since I’d first heard a platter playing in that small uptown store as I passed by on my way to class. A very different version of 'My Favorite Things', the tune from 'The Sound Of Music'. I’d never heard a sound like his before, and it stopped me in my tracks. I went in to the store to ask what they were playing, and once they told me, I bought the record immediately even though it meant I’d be late for class.John Coltrane played like math had married poetry, I thought.It was beautiful, and it was perfect. I had needed this so badly in my life, and never known it until then.After that first exposure, I sought out every John Coltrane recording I could find. His sound moved me like nothing else I had ever experienced up until then. To me, it was as if he was expressing every iota of human beauty in all of its myriad variations through his horn.Jazz became my religion; John Coltrane was the preacher, and I memorized every sermon he gave, note for note.Weird, I know…for a young middle class white girl from the suburbs to be a fan of a black jazz saxophonist back in 1962. And if you’d asked me why, I couldn’t have told you back then.All I knew was this music was speaking to me as directly as if someone was whispering in my ear.Most girls my age were into singers, pretty much. They wanted to hear an attractive young man sing some sappy romantic pop song. Not me… Jazz music was the one thing that made me feel alive; made me feel happy, or sad; made me feel, period.I had grown up in a reserved household, with no displays of affection or declarations of love, no visible emotions of any kind. It was a typical example of New England reticence and repression.Until I heard Coltrane play, I didn’t really know there was any other way to be or for me to feel; he had set me free.
Little did I know, but he had also set me on the path to what I was to become.Because it was on that fateful night that Hannah found me, and saved me from the darkness.The Half Note club was a small, family-run joint, able to hold only a little more than a hundred people at a time. Mike Canterino was the owner; he, his brother, and a couple of waitresses staffed the front of the house, while his father, “Pops”, served up Italian specialties from the kitchen.Mike loved jazz music, and jazz musicians. He knew Cannonball Adderley from when both of them had served together in the Navy, and he had an impeccable ear for talent. If you were good, you got the gig.
No politics, no favorites, no race issues. Mike didn’t care what color you were. He didn’t care whether you were a swing era player, a bebopper, or an up and coming avant garde radical, either; all he cared about was whether or not you could play. Musicians and fans alike loved him for it.The bar was decorated simply, with LP covers and straw-covered wine bottles affixed to the walls. An old upright piano was tucked into a corner of the tiny stage, which was in an alcove separating the two rooms of the club so that people sitting in either room could see and hear the band. The stage support was a nailed-together stack of wooden crates. No frills, just decent food, non-watered down drinks, and great music. Ben Webster would show up and play his swing tenor all night long, recalling his days back in Kansas City when he and Lester Young would challenge each other to greater and greater heights at after-hours jam sessions, while the more experimental players like Ornette Coleman would take the music to wild extremes of rhythm and harmony in front of a receptive and rapt audience when it was their turn to perform.The Half Note was a downtown Mecca for jazz buffs, and I had finally made my pilgrimage.Hearing my idol had me entranced; for the whole time the band was playing, it was as if time stood still.
Finally, the last notes faded into the smoke-filled air, and I had to come back to reality as if waking up from a beautiful dream.At the end of the set, we were getting ready to go. I stood up, and my date was helping me put my coat on when I felt his hand brush against my chest lightly. I was somewhat embarrassed, but didn’t make any fuss, because I thought it was probably an accident. We walked out of the club and around the corner, and I thought at first that we were going to find a taxicab and head back uptown to our dorms, but when he pulled me into a small alleyway and leaned in to try and kiss me, his intentions were unmistakable.I tried to pull away. I guess he had gotten a different idea about what things were going to be like between us. He was handsome enough, and I‘m sure he was used to girls falling all over him, but I had only been there for the music.“Please don’t do this,” I murmured softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pinning me to him.“Please, no… don’t!” I said it a bit more forcefully this time, but he wouldn’t stop.
His hands were busy under my coat now, fondling me through my tight angora sweater and brassiere as he pressed me up against the brick wall in the dark alleyway.I didn’t want to scream, didn’t want to make a scene.It was my own fault that I’d fallen into this trap, and I needed to find my own way out.I slapped him hard and managed to push him away, finally.Brad was angry, and it showed on his reddened face.“You’re just a little tease, aren’t you?” He spat, contemptuously. “Well, I can’t be bothered with that!”He turned on his heel and strode off without another word, leaving me alone in the alley with my clothing in disarray and my head foggy and in turmoil. I was also starting to regret that I hadn't used the restroom at the club; the urge to pee was making itself felt more strongly now. “Why didn’t he realize I’m not into boys?” I thought to myself. “Did I have to spell it out for him?”I hadn’t done anything to lead him on, to give him the wrong idea, had I? I thought we’d just go to the club and enjoy the music like a couple of friends; why did he have to make it into something else?As I tried to rearrange my clothing, I became aware of the feeling that I was being watched. The feeling was strong, so very strong. I glanced around me, thinking I would see someone standing there, but I was alone.
Balancing precariously on unfamiliar high heels, and hobbled by the tight black woolen skirt I was wearing, I started walking in the direction of the nearest subway station since I didn’t have enough money in my purse to afford a cab by myself. Although I hadn’t seen anyone nearby, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me.Between the drinks, my upset state from being mauled by Brad, and this weird feeling, I must have been very distracted. Without thinking, I stepped off of the sidewalk against the light.A loud honk broke me out of my daze, but it was too late… I felt the brutal impact as the car hit me, tossing me up into the air like a rag doll before it sped away.I hit my head hard as I fell to the pavement, and then I was lying in the gutter in a broken heap, feeling my life ebbing away.I can clearly remember wetting myself, the urine spurting out, feeling it soaking through my underwear, slip, and skirt and forming a puddle underneath me as I lay there, helpless.
Funny, I felt embarrassed by that, as if it really mattered at that point.
Even though I knew I was dying, I still felt embarrassed… weird.As the glow from the streetlight faded and the darkness began to envelop me, I dimly glimpsed a shadowy figure approaching, and I felt strong arms lift me up from the street.And then, I lost consciousness.(to be continued)
This is my 500th post here on omo.org, and i wanted it to be something special.Please let me know what you think of it so far, my friends... and don't worry, this story will not be abandoned.
BTW, there will be more omo... i'm just getting started here.
Edited May 28, 2013 by frostyjr2
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link to Chapter 1:
https://omorashi.org/topic/14436-sisterhood-of-blood-pt1/
Chapter 2: Angel Eyes (HANNAH)
I woke up in a strange place, dark and quiet. I was lying naked on a huge bed, surrounded by soft pillows,
on top of a comforter.I could feel my blood racing through my veins and hear my heart beating.It was throbbing faintly at first, but then the sound began to fade, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.I closed my eyes again.“I can’t hear my heartbeat anymore,” I thought to myself.
Then suddenly I felt as if I was burning up, consumed by flames.“Have I died and gone to Hell?” I wondered.I couldn’t figure out what I’d done to deserve that sentence in my short and relatively sinless life, though.Really… they sent me… to Hell?Come on, you’ve got to be kidding!
The irony of it was too much for me, and I started to laugh almost hysterically at the idea that it might just be true.I opened my eyes once more and saw a woman leaning over me with a look of concern on her face.She was so beautiful; her smooth olive skin, her large brown eyes with long thick eyelashes,
her full lips painted a bright red, her shiny wavy hair so dark brown it was almost black.
Everything about her was perfect.
This can’t be Hell, I thought. Not if there’s an angel standing there."Angel eyes," I murmured to myself, looking into her beautiful brown ones.
She asked softly, “What’s your name, little one?”“Erica…” I mumbled.“Well, I hope that eventually you will come to consider me as a friend, Erica,” the woman said,
“although it might be a bit early for that at the moment.”She smiled at me, and said gently, “I’m guessing you probably have some questions.”
Suddenly, I remembered what had happened to me; I had been hit by a car and left to die in the street.Where was I, and how did I get here?As if she had read my mind, the beautiful woman answered my unspoken thought.“Yes, you were hit by a car, and you were dying.I had been keeping an eye you ever since you left the club with that boy.”So I had been right about that odd feeling after all !“When he walked off, I thought you were out of danger, but something told me I should still keep watching you,”
she said.“I wasn’t close enough to you to prevent that accident, but after I felt it happen, I got there as fast as I could.”
I was very confused by what she was telling me.“But if that car hit me, and you say I was dying, why am I not dead now?” I asked.“Why don’t I feel hurt? And who are you?”
“My name is Hannah,” she replied. “Answering your other questions will be a bit more complicated.”She smiled again, but then her face turned serious.
‘You were dying, and there was no other way to save you than to do what I did," she said."No doctor or hospital could have saved your life. There was no time to do anything else, and for that, I am truly sorry.”“But you saved my life?”
I was even more confused now.
“No, I didn’t.” Hannah shook her head, a note of sadness in her voice.
“I couldn’t do that, unfortunately. I only made it possible for you to continue to exist.”
She shook her head again, and then went on.“Believe me, you’re not alive any more. At least, not in any way you’re already familiar with.”
She placed her hand on my bare chest, covering my heart.“Haven’t you noticed yet?”
Her touch was electric, sending a wave of sensation through my entire body.
I became fully aware that I no longer had a heartbeat. I was breathing, but my heart wasn’t beating…
which meant no blood was flowing through my veins. How was this even possible?
“What’s happening to me?” I asked, beginning to feel a bit panic-stricken.“You’re beginning to change,” Hannah replied. “You are becoming like me now.”“Like you? What do you mean, like you?” I asked, not understanding.“You’re becoming a vampire, little one,” Hannah said bluntly.“I’m a vampire, Erica. In order to save you, I had to turn you into one. Otherwise, you’d be dead right now.
Really dead instead of just… not alive anymore.”
She took a large glass containing a transparent blue liquid from the table next to the bed,
and tilted my head back gently.“Here, you need to drink some more of this,” Hannah said.I complied, unable and unwilling to resist.
The liquid within tasted sweet, and I drained the glass quickly.
“That was really delicious,” I whispered. “What was that?”Hannah just laughed and said, “I’ll tell you later. For now, just try to rest, okay?”She pulled the curtains open and left me alone in the gathering twilight of autumn in New York.My hearing had grown so acute that I could hear her soft footsteps quite clearly as she walked down the hallway.The sensation of being on fire had faded as soon as I had consumed the mysterious blue liquid, however.What was that stuff, anyhow? I had never tasted anything quite like it before.
It was good, and I wanted more.
But the glass was empty.
I closed my eyes, thinking I might try to sleep. I was exhausted, and in a very comfortable bed.
Normally, when my head hit the pillow, I was asleep in a matter of minutes.
This time, I couldn't fall asleep at all.I was tired, but I felt restless.I was also starting to feel the need to pee.
It was nothing close to urgent yet, really just more like a little thought in the back of my head.After a while, I became aware of the faint sound of a piano and violin coming from another room of the house.
( soundtrack Violin Sonata in G minor )
Classical music, I could tell that much... with intriguing harmonies. I wanted to hear it more clearly.I got up from the bed and wrapped the comforter I had been laying on around me,then I followed my ears to the source of the music.
They led me down a long hallway and through a set of heavy wooden doors into the living room,
where Hannah sat on the couch with her eyes closed.She was listening to an LP record playing on a rather large and complicated looking stereo system.
There were glowing tubes and heavy transformers covered in copper sticking out from the top of a
brushed aluminum enclosure with a couple of knobs and dials on the front of it.
Thick cables snaked across the floor to a set of speakers in the corners of the room.
I had never seen anything like it before.
As I entered, Hannah opened her eyes, and looked straight at me.
"Sorry to disturb you. I just couldn't sleep," I said quietly."It's OK, Erica. This new existence of yours will take some getting used to."She gestured towards herself and said, "Come here and sit next to me, little one."Before I knew it, my feet had moved me towards the couch where Hannah sat.
She asked softly, "Do you know this music?"I shook my head. "No, but I like it," I replied.
"Debussy... his violin sonata.""It's so beautiful." I whispered."It is one of my favorite pieces of his. It was his final composition... I saw him perform it once, some time ago. Gaston Poulet played the violin part. It was so wonderful to hear it for the very first time. ""But..."
I knew enough about classical music to know that Debussy was an Impressionist composer, and that he was active at the very beginning of the 20th century.
If Hannah remembered having seen him perform, she had to be at least seventy years old.
She looked as if she was in her late twenties.Then I remembered what she had told me."Oh, right... vampire…" She laughed as I trailed off."Yes, I'm told I look quite young for my age."She laughed again."One little benefit of your new existence, dear. You will never look any older than you do right now."She patted the couch next to her. “Come, sit and listen with me, and relax now.”
The music continued to play softly, but I was able to discern every detail of the performance.When I closed my eyes, it was as if the players were right in the room with us playing the piece.I could hear everything, right down to when either musician took a breath. It was incredible.
“Wow… that’s some crazy stereo you have. I’ve never heard anything like it.”I was awed by the clarity of the sound.“The system was designed and built by the great Nikola Tesla himself, Erica. He is one of us, you know, so It was made to be good enough to satisfy our unique auditory sense.” Hannah smiled.“What you are hearing is the combination of truly accurate reproduction of sound combined with your enhanced capacity.”My mind was reeling from everything I had taken in up to this point.
It certainly was a lot to think about, and to process.
Struck by a speeding car, and left to die in the street.
I had died, apparently, and been revived somehow by a strangely intriguing vampire woman.
Brought to her house, which was... I had no idea where.
Stripped bare naked.
Given enhanced senses, and who knew what other powers.
Granted eternal youth.
Well, it had been a pretty wild night so far, i mused to myself.
Now this latest revelation:
Thomas Edison’s contemporary and competitor Nikola Tesla was a vampire?And he had designed a sound system for his own kind?I had to believe it was true. Everything sounded so vivid and so real.As the piece ended, a quick thought occurred to me.
What would my favorite music sound like on this system, with these ears?
“Hannah, do you have any jazz records? Some Coltrane, maybe?” I asked, breathlessly.“Coltrane? I’m afraid I don’t know who that is. I do have some Louis Armstrong records, though.”Hannah rose languidly from the couch and walked over to a low cabinet by the stereo.“Souvenirs of some ‘bon temps’ in New Orleans… would you like to have a listen to one?”“I would like that very much, please.”
Without realizing it, my speech patterns had begun to mirror her more old-fashioned way of talking;slow and stately, like everything else about her.
She lifted the LP from the player, and replaced it in its dust jacket, then slid that carefully inside of the printed cover and walked it over to the cabinet where she filed it carefully.Her motions were economical, with not a single wasted movement; it seemed as if everything she did was done precisely and with intent, and I found it indescribably attractive.Hannah pulled another record from the cabinet and removed the disc, placing it delicately on the turntable.
She reset the playback speed to 78 rpm, and once the record began to spin, fitted the needle into the groove.( sound track: West End Blues)
The unmistakable sound of the opening trumpet cadenza of ‘West End Blues’ jumped out of the speakers, the notes tumbling over one another in a mad cascade.
She had picked one of my favorites!
I had heard the tune many times before, but it was as if I truly was hearing it for the very first time.When the slow drag of the main melody began, I closed my eyes and sank back into the couch, lost in the recording made so many years ago, back in 1928. Then the solo sections started.
It sounded as if Jimmy Strong was playing his clarinet right there in front of me, and when Louis began his scat vocal in response I was convinced that if I opened my eyes, I would see him standing there too, his trumpet and ever present handkerchief in one hand as he leaned into the microphone at that recording session so long ago.Earl Hines’ rippling piano runs were crisp and bright.The held note Louis played after the piano solo sent chills down my spine, and his solo was pure bliss.
'Fatha' Hines returned with his short arpeggiated section, Louis played a final blues phrase, and the ensemble wrapped it up with a few brief notes in harmony.Sheer perfection in just a little over three minutes; they had taken the limitations of early recording technology and made them into a virtue.Tesla had not designed a sound system; he had created a sort of time machine, I thought to myself.It was as if I had been transported magically back to the time and place of the original Okeh recording date.Suddenly, I shivered. My need to pee had become more pressing. Hannah was looking at me rather intently now, and for some reason, I blushed. My cheeks turned a bright red; as I was about to ask to use the bathroom, she spoke. "You have to urinate, don't you?"Her voice was very matter of fact. I guess my squirming and double crossed legs had given me away.Then, surprisingly, she continued, "You can't go just yet. You need to hold it for a while longer.""Hannah, I'm not sure I can. Please, can I use the toilet?"Her telling me I needed to hold it had just made the need that much more pronounced.
I squeezed my thighs together tightly under the comforter as I felt a drop or two escape me inadvertently.
Hannah said, "I need to explain what you've become, what we are.""I'm a vampire; you already told me that."I was getting a bit testy, because I really needed to go now."Can I please use the bathroom?"I was almost begging as I felt a little more pee trickle out of me and run down between my thighs, and I squirmed in mounting distress."Not yet," she replied firmly. "Please allow me to make things clear by giving you a bit of history."A history lesson ? She had to be joking... I had to pee so badly !
"I told you that I was a vampire, Erica. That is true, but I didn't tell you what kind of vampire I was."Hannah smiled. "Yes, dear. There's more than one variety, and the common bloodsucker is the mostprevalent but I, (and by extension, you) belong to the most exclusive and rare group. We are omo vampires.""What's an omo vampire ?" I asked, as I jammed one hand down between my legs under the comforter to apply pressure on my tortured wee hole. I was beyond the point of feeling embarrassment now.
"It's a strain that began in feudal Japan, with a curse on a faithless samurai. While on guard duty one night, he had to urinate so badly that he abandoned his post," Hannah explained.'A ninja was able to sneak in thru the unguarded passage and assassinate his master, then slip away unnoticed.
With his dying breath, his master cursed the samurai, condemning him to an eternal life of 'omorashi'.
He would have to wander the earth, desperate himself, and seeking out other desperate unfortunates, and he would crave their urine. He would want to see their desperation, and after seeing them urinate, he would desire only one thing: to consume their pee. With each drink, his life would be prolonged, as would his shame."
As Hannah spoke, I listened raptly. My own desperation was growing by leaps and bounds, and I was both fascinated and horrified by the tale she told; what had I become ?I wrapped the comforter around me more tightly, and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could,
my legs now entwined around one another and jiggling up and down like a sewing machine.
My urethra felt hot and irritated, and I was beginning to leak a little more now despite the pressure of my fingers on it as she continued.
"Of course, like any other vampire, we still require blood for sustenance. The need for urine is just a little something extra." Hannah laughed. "Think of it as a bonus prize. It's also how we reproduce."As she said those words, I felt a hot spurt of pee escape past my fingers.
I knew I had wet the comforter thoroughly, and my hand reached down under me to see if it had soaked through to the couch. Apparently it had, since I felt a warm wetness there.When I brought my hand back up, there was a bit of transparent blue liquid on it.In disbelief, I raised my hand to my face to smell it. The odor was sweet.
Where had I... ? Oh, my gosh..."Yes, darling. Our urine is transparent blue, and that's what you were drinking before."Hannah laughed. "In order to make you one of us, I had to first feed you my blood, but then also feed you my urine. The blood alone would have been lethal; it's only the combination of the two that makes you an omo vampire."She laughed again, but it sounded a bit colder to me this time."And now, little Erica... you can pee."
At that, I lost control of my bladder, and began to wet myself fully as Hannah pushed me down in front of her and snatched the comforter away, exposing my gushing privates. She clamped her soft lips onto me and began to suck hungrily, the blue liquid running down the sides of her mouth as she drank deeply of what was voiding copiously from my insides. I can't deny that it felt fantastic, both my letting it out, and her mouth on me. The stream continued, hot and strong, for over a minute.
Then it lessened, and finally stopped.Hannah's mouth remained on my privates, however, and she began to work on me with her long fingers and her nimble tongue. I was starting to moan in ecstasy now as this vampire woman pleasured me.I may not have gone to Hell, but I knew somehow that I was still damned.And I didn't care.(to be continued)
i'd like to thank KayLeigh and riviara for their input on this chapter.
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link to Chapter 1> https://omorashi.org/topic/14436-sisterhood-of-blood-pt1/
link to Chapter 2 > https://omorashi.org/topic/14598-sisterhood-of-blood-chapter-2-angel-eyes-hannah/
Chapter 3: Wind In The Reeds (COOL)
Thursday night, the meatpacking district, NYC… present day.
(sound track: Naima)
I was hanging out alone in our loft on Greenwich Street feeling mildly desperate from holding.
It had been at least ten hours since I had last allowed myself the luxury of a wee, and I had been slamming down the iced green tea pretty consistently.
Holding and being desperate actually feels good to an omo vampire; it’s part of the curse, choosing to hold when we could so easily just release our urine any time we wanted to.
Feeling the fullness in one's bladder, the pressure building within, the yearning to just let go;
it’s all so wonderful. We learn to prolong the sensation, holding for as long as we can stand it before giving in to the urge to release. And with our metabolism and capacity, ‘as long as we can stand it’... well, that can be a lot of pee held for a really long time.
Hannah was off somewhere, dealing with some elder vamp business.
Every so often, the local elders would get together and discuss some stuff that needed taking care of: a clan that wasn’t following the rules, for example, or maybe a human that was getting a little too close one way or another.
As the current enforcer, Hannah was required to attend and give her opinion, although she wasn’t actually allowed to vote. Then sometimes, she’d have to act on their decision…
and that might take awhile, depending on whether she’d be able to just give someone a warning, or more extreme sanctions were warranted.
Believe me, you didn’t want to be around for that part. It usually got pretty messy.
So I was on my own for the night.
To pass the time, I pulled out some sheet music, lit a cigarette, and played my soprano sax for a bit.
Yes, I smoke… deal with it.
One of the advantages of being undead; I don’t have to worry about getting lung cancer, or any other kind. My cells regenerate much too rapidly, and are also immune to most other forms of degradation and decay.
It doesn’t affect my playing either; I have superb breath control.
I can use circular breathing and make a note last all night if I wish, or choose not to breathe at all. That particular skill takes conscious effort and a lot of practice to master, but it’s a nice trick if I have to spend time underwater, or if someone is trying to track me.
I picked a Coltrane ballad, and started to play the haunting melody before taking on a solo. ‘Naima’… it was a seemingly simple tune, but those are often the hardest to play.
The temptation to fill all the spaces is almost unavoidable, but leaving space…
yes, there’s the art of it… not overplaying, but letting nuance take precedence over needless complexity.
It’s harder to do than it sounds, really.
After more than fifty years of daily practice I’d improved a lot, was actually finally a decent enough player, maybe even good…
and my long dead idol John Coltrane still cut my behind to ribbons.
So frustrating, really.
Then again, he was a genius.
I was just a girl with a whole lot of time on her hands.
It was Hannah who had suggested I take up playing the horn; she presented me with a beautiful gleaming gold Selmer soprano sax for my vampire birthday, the very first year we were together.
She said, “You might as well have a hobby; it helps to pass the time. And who knows, maybe one day you’ll even be able to play like that man you idolize so much.”
As if I could ever dream of being that good, even with all of eternity stretching out before me. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I started learning to play. It was rough at first; I couldn’t manage to get anything like a decent tone out of the horn. It was squeak and squawk, pretty much, and only that.
With time I got better, though; I had a lot of time to spare, and I learned.
Fifty-plus years later, and I was still learning; learning that I’d never play as well as John Coltrane, no matter how much time I had.
Oh, well... ‘c’est la mort’, as the Creole vamps say down in New Orleans.
Finally, I took the horn out of my mouth, and stubbed out the clove cigarette I’d left burning in the ashtray on the table next to me.
I lit another, and took a deep drag as I put the music away.
I unscrewed the ligature and removed the reed, pulled off the mouthpiece, cleaned the moisture out of the sax by running a cotton cloth through it, and then carefully placed the horn and mouthpiece back into the purple plush-lined case.
I had finished my practice session, but I was still feeling unsatisfied and restless for some reason.
Usually it had the opposite effect, making me feel calm, peaceful, and relaxed.
I thought back to the way Trane had played the tune the last time I saw him.
It was in Antibes, the summer of 1965, just about the final days of the classic quartet…. damn, he had been so amazing.
His choice of notes, his fluidity, and his extraordinary ability to express what he was feeling, and to make you feel it too; they were all… perfect.
I walked over to the stereo and put on the recording of that concert; his live version of the tune was so different from my own and also from his original studio recording, moving seamlessly from calm to frantic tension anticipating the final ‘free music’ period he was about to enter, and then back again to a peaceful statement of the beautiful melody.
As usual, listening to Trane’s music had a calming effect on me.
There was a healing power in his playing; it was always there, and it always worked.
I pulled the thin straps of the black silk slip I was wearing off my shoulders and let it fall softly to the floor, feeling it caressing my body on its way down towards my bare feet.
I stepped out of it, leaving me clad only in my black silk and lace panties. My bladder created a slight bulge above them, indicating that it was almost full and ready to release any time I wanted.
I stroked the bulge softly, cradling it with both hands.
Not yet, not yet, I thought.
“There’s still plenty of time for holding,” I said to myself, even though I was starting to feel a bit more than slightly desperate now.
“Hmmm, which look shall I go for this time?” I wondered out loud.
Should I play the innocent schoolgirl, the sexy seductress, or a tough chick?
Each different role had its own wardrobe. I flipped through the clothes in my closet until I found what I was looking for.
Ah, yes… tough chick. That’ll work. I was feeling as hard and as sharp as a steel razor tonight.
I dressed in a tight black ribbed tank top and black skinny jeans, a black leather belt with silver conchos, black suede high heeled boots with silver skull buckles, silver bracelets on my arm, silver hoop earrings. I laughed to myself as I fastened a silver chain with an upside down silver cross on it around my neck.
Yes, I thought that the cross was a nice touch.
The legend was that a cross would be an effective weapon against a vampire, but in fact a cross, without true faith to back it up, was nothing but a useless ornament.
So very few people had a true, unshakeable faith nowadays. They were all too smart for that, and so they were all easy victims.
Wearing a cross was kind of a private joke for me, in fact.
As a former parochial schoolgirl, I found it was almost as funny as the uniformed girls who wore circle pins nowadays even though they obviously weren’t virgins. Well, it was obvious to me, and I certainly knew what a circle pin was supposed to represent.
I laughed again.
I wondered what the nuns from my old high school would think if they could see me now;
little innocent Erica. Yeah, right.
Of course, they weren’t thinking anything, most likely.
They were probably mostly either dead, or so old that they could barely remember their own names, much less mine.
1956 was a long time ago, at least by my reckoning.
To Hannah, fifty-six years ago was like yesterday… or even five minutes ago.
She was not quite an elder, but she must have been close to that.
Sometimes, I teased her about lying about her age.
When she was in a good mood, of course; only then.
She wasn’t shy about hurting me pretty badly if I made her angry, since she knew I’d regenerate quickly. Which didn’t mean it wouldn’t be very painful, though.
So, yeah; only when she was in a really good mood…
I gathered my reddish-brown hair up above my head and sprayed a musky perfume onto both sides of my neck, behind my ears, under my arms and between my small breasts before letting it fall loosely onto my shoulders again. Then I sprayed it onto both of my wrists, and in the crook of my elbows. Opium, by Yves Saint Laurent; my favorite scent.
Putting on makeup sucks when you can’t use a mirror. Having no reflection makes it kind of pointless to even try; but vanity being what it is, I still want to look my best when I go out, so I always try anyway… even if it’s difficult.
You do get used to it after fifty years or so, though. And you get better at it.
One of the luxuries of an undead existence; you have more than enough time to get better at anything and everything.
I laughed to myself once more as I thought that.
I was cracking myself up tonight, really.
Such a shame nobody else was around to appreciate all my jokes; then again, most people wouldn’t have found them very funny at all. They were too weird, too morbid, too dark.
Just like me, I thought, and laughed to myself yet again.
Ignoring my steadily increasing desperation for the moment, I tried to imagine what I looked like as I applied a red gloss to my lips. Almost the color of blood, I thought, looking at it shining on the tip of my index finger. I rimmed my green eyes with black kohl eyeliner, and teased my lashes out with liquid mascara, making them into long curled boy traps, then applied just a little pale foundation to cover my sparse freckles.
Hannah always told me my freckles were cute… but I wasn’t after ‘cute’ tonight.
No, I was thinking more along the vein of ‘Kiss Me Deadly’.
I wanted to look lethal. I wanted to look just the way I felt.
I was getting hungry, and it was almost time to go find someone to have for dinner… yes, some unlucky boy was going to satisfy my appetite and make me very happy, for a short time anyhow.
As the tune ended, I walked over to the stereo. I lifted the tone arm up and moved it to its cradle, then shut the amplifier off, watching the glowing tubes dim and fade as they powered down. Tesla's latest sound system was much more compact, and the thick cables were gone now; he'd been wireless long before the current technology had caught up to that. He still preferred the rich sound of monoblock tube amplifiers though, and my ears agreed with him.
Vinyl LPs, and tube amps... old school.
The loft was in complete darkness now, but my night vision allowed me to see everything as clearly as if it were broad daylight.
Daylight... I hadn't seen daylight in over fifty years.
I probably didn't even really remember what it looked like.
I threw on my black leather motorcycle jacket, grabbed my keys and a second unopened pack of vanilla clove cigarettes.
Then I headed out the door, slamming it shut behind me.
“Watch out, party people,” I thought to myself, “something’s coming to get you.”
I laughed again, somewhat evilly this time, as I took a cigarette from my open pack, stuck it between my blood-red lips and lit it. Inhaling deeply, I savored the sweet smoke as it filled my lungs.
Dressed to kill, made up to attract, and as desperate to pee as possible… I was ready to hunt.
I began to walk uptown at a leisurely pace towards the club on Little West 12th Street, my footsteps illuminated by the silvery sliver of a new moon.
(to be continued)
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Chapter 4: Eternally Yours (RIVER)
Cielo, 18 Little West 12th Street, NYC… present day
(sound track: Essence by Direct)
I had come to this club we frequented in order to lose myself in the madness of a rave. The loud music, the flashing lights, the sweating bodies dancing to the pounding rhythmic beat of the music. Sensory overload… sometimes I needed that to keep my mind busy enough to keep my depression at bay.
Of course, it was always a good place to pick up a boy, too; they were usually quite happy to leave with me whenever I asked, and I do so like takeout.
I was trying to key in on a suitable victim, preferably some macho lady killer type, when I suddenly became aware of something unusual.
In the middle of all these sinners, I felt a different presence.
Amidst the heat and noise and clutter of hundreds of pulses, hundreds of heartbeats, I could distinctly feel that there was one heart that beat differently; a heart that beat true, beating with a perfectly unspoiled purity.
I hadn’t felt this from anyone in so many years.
This was a heart childlike in its innocence, yet fully formed.
It was a contradiction, an oxymoron, it was a total impossibility…
and yet there it was.
I could feel it beating, so it was definitely real.
I certainly wasn’t dreaming; you have to sleep in order to dream like that, and I hadn’t slept for a very long time.
How I envied the girl who possessed this pure heart.
Once, I had been the same as her; before the hit and run car accident that had left me battered and bruised, and so near death that it had taken a vampire’s kiss to save me. Now I wanted so desperately to hear my heartbeat again, to hear it beating in synchronized time with hers.
But of course, that would never happen.
My own heartbeat had been silenced many years ago, when I became the creature of the night I now was. This thought only made me want to find the girl whose heartbeat I could feel pounding rhythmically throughout my whole body all the more. It was as if her heartbeat had taken the place of mine, and for a brief moment, I felt truly alive again.
I had to meet her face to face; nothing else mattered at that instant.
Not even this insistent hunger, which had begun to consume me once again. I searched the club, homing in on the sound of her heart, passing writhing bodies covered with sweat as if they were phantoms, my urge to feed subsumed by the desire to meet her. I could feel her presence now; I was getting closer.
With my heightened senses, I could even smell her. It was a sweet yet spicy odor, like a gingerbread latte from my favorite coffee shop.
I was getting high on her scent, almost as if I’d taken a drug.
I could feel what she was feeling: the blood coursing through her veins, the flush of her heat coming through her clothes, the slightest hint of damp perspiration on her soft body, the music pounding in her ears, taking her outside of herself.
There was something else drawing me to her also now; as I got closer, I could feel a need building inside of her.
And then suddenly, there she was, standing in front of me.
I saw a slender wisp of a girl, wearing a short red and black plaid miniskirt with a black chiffon and lace ruffled hem and a tight black sheer long-sleeved scoop neck top, a black lace bra underneath covering her shapely breasts. On her legs and feet, black over-the-knee socks, and black Converse Chuck Taylor high top sneakers. She had shiny dark brown hair, almost black; the same color as Hannah’s, I thought, but straight, not wavy. Two metal rings pierced her lower lip, and they glinted in the light with a bluish glow. They almost looked like fangs right then, although her unmistakable heartbeat was proof enough to me that she wasn’t one of us.
She was moving rhythmically to the music, her eyes closed.
As I stood there before her, I was captivated by her physical beauty, but even more so by the quality of the soul I sensed within. She was even more beautiful spiritually than she was physically, if it were possible to improve on perfection.
Then, as if suddenly aware of my presence, she opened her eyes and looked straight into my own.
Her eyes were like clear brilliant blue pools of water, and I felt as if I was sinking into them, drowning in her essence.
She and I would have been the same height if I hadn’t been wearing heels, but as it was, she had to look up slightly at me.
I liked that.
She smiled at me, and her smile was so bright, it was as if the sun had risen in this dark club. The sun, which I hadn’t even had a glimpse of for over half a century, was there in her smile and I realized at that moment just how much I had actually missed seeing the sun rise.
“Hi! I’m River,” she said, still dancing, her eyes locked with mine.
“Do you want to dance?”
I could feel her heartbeat quicken as she said that, a sharp intake of breath, a little more warm flush to her body. The signs of attraction were all there, plainly… and I hadn’t even tried to enthrall her. No, this was real, and I wasn’t used to it. Normally, I would have used my powers to make a person attracted to me, and they would have had no choice but to feel that way; but this young girl was a rare thing, a true innocent. I had no intention of spoiling that.
Her feelings would remain her own. I was just incredibly happy that she had chosen to like me of her own free will.
I was not above putting a tiny suggestion into her head, though.
“I’m not much of a dancer,” I replied. “You seem thirsty. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure!” She nodded emphatically.
Without another word, she took my hand in hers and we headed towards the bar. When we got there, I waved to the bartender, a girl with long purple hair and a nose ring.
"Orange Whip?" I asked River, and she nodded a yes.
“Becca, can I buy you one also?"
Another nod, from Becca this time.
“Three Orange Whips!”
I had a feeling that River would enjoy something a little sweet, and I loved Orange Whip cocktails so much myself.
“Sure, Cool! Comin’ right up!” Becca replied brightly.
Becca was OK. She knew Hannah and I were night people, and she accepted us for what we were.
She didn’t have a problem with freaky… her words, not mine.
As Becca prepared our drinks, mixing them up in a gleaming polished steel shaker, River looked at me and asked, “Why did she call you cool just now?
I mean, not that you aren’t, but… ”
I laughed. “Oh, it’s an old joke. My real name is Erica, but no one has called me that in… well, forever, really. I used to say ‘cool’ all the time… ‘She’s cool, he’s cool, that’s cool, it’s cool’… everyone just started making fun of me, calling me Cool. And it stuck.”
Becca poured the drinks into two glasses and set them in front of us.
In her thick New Yawk accent, she said, “Here ya go, Cool… enjoy!”
She gave me a little wink. I smiled at her, and said, “Oh, I’m sure we will. Nobody here mixes a better Orange Whip than you do, Becca!”
Becca smiled back and said, “I’ll have mine later when I take my break,” and then moved off to take drink orders from some customers at the other end of the bar.
I slid one of the cocktails over in front of my new friend and watched her as she took the glass and raised it to her pretty lips, taking a sip and then sighing contentedly at the taste of it.
Thursday night was always busy at Cielo and the club was packed. River was pressed up against me as we stood together at the bar. It was nice to feel her warm body, to take in her intoxicating scent up close, to hear her heartbeat.
She was so alive… I wanted her more than I had wanted anything in a very long time, and I wasn’t going to have to force her; it was pretty clear to me that she wanted me also.
Leaning over so that I could speak directly into her ear, I asked, “What do you say we finish these drinks and get out of here? I’m dying for a smoke, and we have to go outside for that.”
River nodded. “Okay. I don’t smoke, but I’ll come keep you company while you have one.”
It didn’t take us long to finish our cocktails. They were ice-cold, delicious, and went down easily.
Setting our empty glasses back on the bar, we headed off towards the exit.
“Don’t you have a jacket or coat?” I asked. “It’s a bit chilly outside.”
“I never feel the cold,” she replied. “I guess I’m just naturally warm.”
Oh, my goddess… this girl! I was falling in love.
We walked out of the noisy club into the street and around the corner.
I steered River into the shelter of a doorway to keep us out of the wind, then pulled out my pack of smokes, placed a cig in my mouth, and lit it with my trusty brass Zippo lighter.
That lighter had seen some miles. It was another gift from Hannah, and it had been with me for almost as long as I’d been undead. I inhaled the smoke deeply, feeling the sweetness of it filling my lungs.
“Kids, don’t try this at home, “ I thought to myself, and laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny?” River asked.
“Oh, nothing… just a thought that passed through my head. A private joke between me and myself.”
“You’re kind of strange,” River said suddenly, laughing too.
“What’s really weird is how comfortable I feel with you. It’s like we’ve known each other forever, even though we’ve just met and I don’t know anything about you.”
“Well, what would you like to know?” I queried. “My life is an open book.”
Yes, I was a liar… but she would certainly find everything out in due time.
Before too long, she would know everything she wanted to know, and much more.
For now, though, I just gave her a little mental nudge to let it drop...
and of course, she did.
The night air did have a chill to it, apparently. I could see River’s nipples reacting to the cold through her bra and thin top, even though she seemed immune to it otherwise. I pulled off my leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders, quickly and without asking, so that she wouldn’t have a chance to refuse my gesture.
“Thanks,” she said. “I guess it is colder out now than it was when I got here. But won’t you be cold? “
“Don’t worry about me. I like the cold. I’m kind of used to it.”
I laughed again and pointed at myself. “I’m Cool, remember?”
“Why don’t we go back to my place?”
I projected the thought as my green eyes met her blue ones.
She opened hers just a little wider, letting my thought in. It was just another gentle suggestion, though… really.
Not imposing my will at all.
“Hey, do you live around here?” River asked. “I kind of need to pee, and the lines for the restroom at the club are always really long.’
I smiled to myself.
“Yes, my place is just a few blocks away.’ I answered.
“Let’s go, then,” she said, her decision made. Just a gentle suggestion…
I smiled again.
(soundtrack: So What, Miles Davis)
We started walking down towards Greenwich Street as a light powdery snow began to fall from the night sky, the soft flakes forming a sort of moving veil as the streetlamps illuminated them and the wind swirled them all around us.
River’s long black eyelashes caught a few of the snowflakes and they hung there suspended for a few instants like pendants from a crystal chandelier before her body’s warmth caused them to melt. She blinked, and the tiny wet droplets fell slowly to her cheeks before disappearing into nothingness.
The world seemed like it was moving in slow motion to me, and it was beautiful. I wanted this moment to last forever.
A sudden sharp twinge in my bladder brought me back to reality.
Poor River… I could feel she wasn’t kidding about having to pee.
‘Kind of’ was kind of an understatement. My empathetic powers made me all too conscious of the pressure building within her, aching to be released.
It wasn’t a long walk, but I began to wonder if she would make it all the way there.
She was starting to look a little more desperate; her hand was pressing on her abdomen as she walked, and she was taking shorter strides now.
“Don’t worry, honey,” I said reassuringly. “It’s not too much further. We’ll be there soon; just try to hold it, OK?”
Almost as soon as I finished saying that River gasped, and I could sense that she’d actually let a little bit of urine out into her panties, making them even warmer and wetter than they already were from her arousal.
She stopped mid-stride, then crossed her legs tightly and bent over at the waist.
“OMG, I have to pee so badly right now!” she exclaimed.
As much as I really wanted to see her wet herself, I decided I’d help her just a little.
I projected a bit of my willpower into her, allowing her to keep the desperate feeling at bay a little while longer.
It wasn’t gone, but at least it receded somewhat.
If she was going to wet herself, it wasn’t going to be right there in the middle of the street. I wanted it to be for my eyes only.
River uncrossed her legs and stood up straight with a sigh.
“I really thought I was about to lose it totally a minute ago!”
“It sure did look that way, sweetie. Desperation usually comes in waves, in my personal experience.” I smiled.
“We should probably hurry, before the next one hits.”
River smiled back at me sweetly.
“Yeah, I might not make it next time.” .
She was so cute, this girl. Every little thing she did or said was making me fall deeper and deeper in love with her. Her soft voice, her lovely body, her beautiful soul, her irresistible scent, even her urgent need to pee; it all made me even more hopelessly attracted to her.
I put my arm around her protectively and we continued on our way towards the loft. I could feel her shivering now, not from the cold, but from her desperate state. If we didn’t get inside soon, the poor thing was going to lose it right there.
I could sense her leaking pee steadily now, although she was making a valiant effort to hold it.
Luckily, we had arrived at the loft building where Hannah and I lived.
“Hey, honey… we’re here. Just a little while longer now, and you can pee.”
I pulled my keys out of the pocket of my leather jacket and stuck them into the lock quickly as River stood there bent over again with her legs crossed tightly, a look of sheer desperation on her pretty face.
“Please hurry,” she said. “I’m just about to wet myself.”
She had no idea how her words affected me, or what that act would do to me, either. I had to get her inside quickly, for both of our sakes. I opened the door, and we stepped into the small lobby. I pressed the button to call for the elevator. Luckily, it was already there on the ground floor; the door opened, River and I got in, and I selected the top floor.
I could feel just how desperate River was now; she was just moments away from losing it completely. Her chest was flushed, she was biting her lower lip, and her hand was now pushed up under her skirt between her slim legs.
Her face was showing the stress she was under, trying to keep holding as we rode the small elevator up.
It was agonizingly slow, too, this old elevator, which wasn’t helping her at all.
The look on her face, the way she was standing with her legs crossed tightly together, her lovely scent filling up this small confined space; I was ready to make love to her right then and there.
River gasped again, and I could feel that she’d just spurted a stream of hot pee into her little panties again. She clamped her thighs together as tightly as possible once more, and I could feel her fingers pressing into her wee hole through her panties to stem the tide. Her other hand grabbed my arm, and squeezed it hard.
I was both surprised and pleased by the fact that she had remarkably strong fingers.
“Oh, gosh, I really need to pee soon,” she said softly.
River was almost at the limit of her ability to hold the flood back, and it was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her skirt was hiked up around her hand, exposing her black lace boyshort panties as she rubbed herself a bit, applying pressure on her outer lips to relieve the pressure building up inside of her.
I was trying my best not to look at her; if I had, the sight would have been enough to drive me mad, and I would have ravished her instantly.
As it was, I could feel everything she was feeling and everything she was doing to herself as she started pressing on her wee hole again to try and keep herself from wetting.
Finally, the elevator came to a stop on the 13th floor.
I quickly stepped out, but River remained motionless inside, her pretty face looking down at her feet.
“Come on, sweetie, we’re here,” I said, opening the door to the loft, but River just looked up at me helplessly as tears began to flow from her beautiful blue eyes.
I heard a soft hissing sound, and I saw she was fully wetting herself now; her pee was flowing freely out from between her fingers as they were pressed up against her panties between her long shapely legs.
It streamed down, soaking her over-the-knee socks, and forming a small fragrant pool at her feet. Then it stopped.
“I’m so sorry, Cool… I just couldn’t hold it any more,” she said softly.
The helpless look on River’s face and the sweet scent of her pee was driving me insane with desire. It was all I could do to keep from kneeling down and slurping her liquid gold up from off of the elevator floor.
To an omo vampire like me, your pee smells so sweet and delicious; it’s what attracts us to you.
So if you’re wet, or even full, we’ll come and find you.
And then, watch out…
I was so excited, but I had to keep a grip on myself until we got inside.
What I was going to do to her in a few moments, in private, oh goddess!
“Don’t worry about that, honey,” I said to her, my voice much calmer than I actually felt.
”Come inside and we’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy. I can even lend you some clothes if you’d like, since we look to be just about the same size.”
River nodded sweetly and walked into the loft.
She didn’t know it yet, but she had just changed her life forever with those few small steps.
She was all mine now; or rather, she would be very soon.
As soon as River crossed our threshold, she was in my arms. I gently slid my motorcycle jacket off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her.
I pulled her closer and began to kiss her ever so tenderly as I felt her soft body relaxing against mine.
All of the stress and strain and tension was draining away from her now that she was no longer struggling to keep from wetting herself. As she spread her legs apart and pressed up against me, I could feel the warm dampness of her panties on my thigh, and I raised my hands to her breasts, kneading them gently under my fingers, caressing her nipples as they grew into pointed barbs under her bra and sheer top.
River’s lips were so soft and wet I could have kissed her forever. She tasted like sweet strawberries, probably from her lip gloss. Her eyes were closed, but her body and soul were open to me. I had one hand on her breast, and with the other working up inside her panties, I could feel the slick wetness of her girl juice gathering there.
I slipped two fingers up inside her and was rewarded with a soft gasp and then sweet little moans of joy as I fingered her with short quick stroking motions. I removed my fingers and brought them to my mouth to taste her… oh, goddess, she was delicious, the girl juice and sweet pee mingling to form the most exotic cocktail imaginable.
"Better than an Orange Whip," I thought to myself, and smiled.
I reached down and inserted my fingers into my sweet River again. Suddenly, she convulsed around my hand, and I felt her squirt forcefully into her panties as she shuddered uncontrollably.
“Oh, I’m coming!” she said, gasping for air and moaning. I was creaming in my own panties now as well.
River had gotten me so very aroused by her display of unbridled passion I couldn’t help myself.
This girl… she was pure innocence, and pure sex at the same time. It was a deadly combination.
Luckily, I had no life to lose.
I picked her up, still trembling with joy.
She was so light; I carried her easily to the back of the loft and laid her down on the giant bed, watching her sink into the soft comforter and feather bed as if into a fluffy cloud. Her eyes were open now, and with a quick fluid motion, she sat up and pulled her top over her head, her hair falling back into her sweet face as she tossed it aside.
All of a sudden, a light seemed to flash behind her eyes.
She grabbed me and pulled my face into her soft breasts, holding me there firmly.
I was surprised at her strength; she was powerful for such a small girl.
I liked that too.
Although I could have broken her grip easily, I didn’t want to. I was used to being the aggressive one in this type of encounter, but River had turned the tables on me, and I was enjoying the unfamiliar sensation of not being in control for once. She kicked off her sneakers, and I rolled her over-the- knee socks off of her slender legs. My hands moved under her short skirt to remove her still-damp panties as she lifted her bottom up off of the bed slightly. I could smell the sweet scent of her pee on them as I let them drop to the floor beside the bed, and it was driving me almost insane with desire for her.
She rolled over so she was now on top of me, pinning me to the bed as she reached around behind her back, deftly unfastening the clasp of her bra and letting her shapely breasts fall free. She tossed it aside, and then her hands flew to the zipper of my skinny jeans, undoing it, and she quickly shoved her hand down into my pants to fondle my privates, feeling my slick wetness at her fingertips as she stroked me delicately through my panties.
River may have looked young, but she was certainly not a novice at this game; she knew how to turn a girl on, that was for sure.
I moved my mouth to one of her nipples and began to suck hungrily on it.
I had to resist the almost overwhelming temptation to bite her; not yet, I thought… not yet.
I stopped sucking before I wouldn’t be able to help myself.
“Oh, Cool…oh, my god, “ she whispered as I reached up and began to fondle her nipples instead, kneading them firmly between my fingers.
I could sense that she wanted me to squeeze even harder… so I did just that, and then was rewarded with yet another moan of pleasure from her sweet lips.
She closed her eyes again and bent her head down to my neck and sucked on it before suddenly biting it hard.
I could feel a little of my blood gathering under her sharp teeth; luckily the lights were still off, so she wouldn’t notice the strange blue color of it until afterwards.
She began to suck harder now that she had drawn blood, and her passion seemed to increase as she moved above me, her hand busy down between my legs as she rubbed herself against my thigh, making it all slick and wet with her juices. Her short skirt was bunched up around her waist now. She was almost completely naked while I was still fully clothed, but I felt like she was the one in control at the moment, not me.
“River, oh, River,” I sighed, whispering her name. I was melting underneath her. I was the vampire, but this young girl was drinking my blood. I hadn’t anticipated this at all. Now I had no choice. I had to turn her, or she would be dead before morning.
Just as that thought passed through my head, I heard the front door open, and footsteps coming down the hallway. Hannah was home.
“Cool, where are you?” she asked.
Usually when she got home I would be in the living room, either playing my horn or listening to some music on the stereo. Waiting for her to return.
River’s eyes flew open, and I could feel her body tensing up. She wasn’t expecting us to be interrupted in the middle of our passionate embrace.
“Who’s that?”, she whispered nervously. “You didn’t tell me you had a room-mate!”
“We’re in the bedroom, Hannah!” I replied, smiling.
I whispered to River, “Don’t worry, it’s OK… Hannah’s going to love you, sweetie!”
“’Oh, so it’s ‘we’, is it? Hmm, would you like a little privacy?”
“Actually, I was hoping you’d be home in time to meet River!”
I giggled, thinking of what Hannah would be doing to the both of us very soon.
She walked into the bedroom, as stunning as ever. Tall and slim, with magnificent breasts, long legs, long shiny dark brown wavy hair, large brown eyes and full sensuous lips. She was the whole package, and gift wrapped in tight black leather to boot. Hannah exuded sex in the same way that River exuded innocence.
And I was about to be made love to by both of them at the same time.
How lucky can an undead girl get?
(a passionate night follows)
CENSORED DUE TO OVERLY RISQUE PASSAGES
The night was passing all too quickly; soon the morning light would be breaking over the city, and I had to take care of River now. She was getting weaker by the moment.
During our lovemaking session both Hannah and I had taken our fill of her urine and her blood, to the point of almost draining her completely. Knowing that we were going to transform her, there was no point in us holding back. The blood she’d sucked from my neck was killing her anyhow; slowly at first, but once the sun was up the process would accelerate rapidly unless I fed her the antidote.
There’s only one true cure for a mortal who has tasted omo vampire blood, and it’s not the most obvious thing in the world, either… you have to drink that vampire’s urine.
Of course, you’re not really cured then.
You just become one of us: an omo vampire; a blood-sucking, pee-loving vampire.
I got up out of the bed. Leaving Hannah and River behind, their bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace, I headed to the kitchen.
I grabbed the nearest container, which was a large pitcher. Taking it with me into the bathroom, I squatted over it and let loose a nice torrent of clear blue pee, enough to fill it almost completely. I wanted to make sure we had enough to complete River’s transformation.
There was a lot; I’d been holding for almost 24 hours, and had had a fair amount to drink in the meantime, so it felt really good to finally relinquish control and simply allow myself to pee.
In fact, it was almost an orgasmic feeling to release the urine that had been trapped inside my bladder for so long.
I wasn’t able to luxuriate in the sensation though. Saving River was the most important thing at the moment.
Perfect, I thought… more than enough for what we needed to do now.
I picked up the pitcher and carried it carefully into the kitchen, where I poured some of it into a glass over ice. It would make a sweet cocktail now that River had tasted my blood. I took the tall glass full of my pee back into the bedroom,
and lifted it to River’s lips as Hannah and I held her up.
“You need to drink this,” I commanded her, and she obeyed me instantly, submissive now.
I wasn’t about to take a chance that she might refuse for any reason. We were running out of time.
As soon as she took the first sip, I could see a change come over her. She sat up straighter in bed as I continued to feed her the sweet-tasting liquid, taking a deep gulp now as her body responded to its tonic effect. She grasped the glass with both hands, taking it from me and raised it high as she drained the last dregs.
“That was delicious! What is that stuff?” she said as she licked her soft lips.
Hannah and I both laughed as I said, “I’ll tell you later. Right now you need to get some rest.”
They were almost exactly the same words we had exchanged on the night she and I had first met,
over half a century before.
(to be continued) |
link to Pt. 5> https://omorashi.org/topic/15107-sisterhood-of-blood-pts-5-and-6/
Chapter 6: Paris Blues, 1982
( sound track: Afternoon In Paris by the Kenny Clarke Quintet)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NE7oAsakTTQ
The Kushkin twins had arrived in Paris and immediately gone to the hotel their sister Victoria had been staying in, where they only confirmed what they already knew.
Vicky had disappeared.
They had seen her room, after Peter had slipped the tall, skinny, bespectacled concierge a rather large sum of cash to overcome his doubts as to the propriety of such a thing.
Monsieur Arnaud had been happy to escort them to the room after that, his scruples allayed by the crisp new bills in his pocket, as well as by the fact that one of his two visitors was a very attractive young woman.
All of Vicky's things were still there, except for her passport, her purse and the keys to her rental car. Peter had discreetly pocketed her diary from the nightstand while Petra distracted the concierge with idle chitchat about the weather and a view of her ample cleavage.
She had purposely worn a low cut top and short skirt for exactly that reason.
Petra was not above using the gifts nature had bestowed on her to her advantage, Peter thought as he watched the concierge from the corner of his eye. She did know how to work it, that was for certain.
Just to add some extra spice to things, Petra seemed to be feigning a bit of desperation as well.
At least, Peter hoped it was feigned. Petra was a very good actress, but this looked a bit too realistic, even for her.
She was crossing and uncrossing her long legs, squeezing her lovely thighs together, and even squirming in place a bit.
The sandy-haired concierge was transfixed by the show. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Petra for even a second while she was doing her seductive pee dance.
She raised one shapely leg up behind her slightly, letting her high heeled pump dangle from her foot enticingly as she spoke of trivial banalities in her breathy voice, then put it down and raised the other as she bent over slightly to give him an even better view down the front of her top. She then rubbed the back of her firmly toned calf muscle with the reinforced toe of her sheer black stocking-clad foot, having left her pump on the floor this time.
At this point, the poor concierge was well and truly flustered, not knowing whether to look at Petra’s perfectly formed size 5 foot, her lovely 34C bosom in its cradle of mauve lace, or the gently undulating swell of her hips.
He glanced first at her creamy white breasts, losing himself in the scenic valley between those hills, then down at her foot, which wafted a subtle fragrance of musk and leather towards his flaring nostrils. He took in the motion of her bottom; it was quite evident to his practiced eye that this lovely girl ‘avait envie’, and wouldn’t be able to hold on for too much longer.
She was a fetishist’s dream, for certain.
When Peter gave his sister the nod to let her know she could stop, she straightened up and pointed her formidable breasts directly at the poor man,
who remained quite beguiled by the charms on display.
She lowered her perfect foot slowly back into her shoe, causing the concierge to sigh softly but nonetheless audibly with regret.
“Merci bien, Monsieur Arnaud.” Petra spoke in flawless French.
Her accent was almost like that of a Parisian native, the result of some years spent studying there when she was younger.
“Est-ce que vous auriez une chambre disponible pour quelques jours?” Petra inquired.
The concierge replied, “Je suis desole, mademoiselle, je n’ai rien pour ce soir, mais des demain, je pourrai vous trouver quelque chose. Je peux meme garder vos affaires jusqu’a demain, si ca vous convient.”
Petra turned to Peter and translated for his benefit. His French was rudimentary, at best.
“He says he doesn’t have a room for us tonight, but he will have one available tomorrow, and we can leave our things here until then if we wish.”
Peter nodded, and said, “Perfect. I have a feeling we won’t be getting any sleep tonight anyway, between the jet lag and trying to pick up Vicky’s trail.”
”Vous avez ete si gentille. Si nous avons besoin d’autre chose, pourrions-nous vous contacter par telephone?” she asked, and the concierge quickly produced a business card with his name and phone number on it.
Petra smiled radiantly at the concierge then lightly kissed him once on each of his pale cheeks, and he assured them emphatically that he would be ready to assist in any way he possibly could if they ever had need of him again.
Peter shook his hand firmly, and the twins left the Hotel Des Mines.
“That was quite a show you put on there, sis,” Peter said, laughing. ”That pee dance, oh my god…”
“It wasn’t pure show, actually.” Petra smiled. “I should really find a WC before too long. Nothing is quite as convincing as the real thing; I’ve been holding since we boarded the plane.”
After stopping at the Patisserie du Sud Tunisien in the Rue de La Harpe to purchase some food and drinks, they walked a few blocks back along the Boulevard Saint Michel to the Jardins de Luxembourg, where they sat on one of the low stone benches to eat and consider their options.
Petra was squirming just a bit more obviously now, riding a wave of desperation as her discomfort reached a momentary peak.
“Oh, no… ,” she muttered softly to herself.
She had felt a small leak dampen the tiny cotton crotch panel of her mauve lace thong panties, an unmistakable sign that she was nearing the end of her ability to hold. Not surprising, considering it had been over ten hours since she had last had a wee.
“Let’s start with the diary,” Peter said as he unwrapped his sandwich. “There might be something there to give us an idea of where to begin searching.”
“OK, you do that… I’m off to find the loo!”
With that, Petra walked away quickly, her somewhat hurried pace betraying her urgent need. Peter hoped she would make it in time.
It looked like it would be close, either way.
Skipping through the pages of the small leather-bound book, Peter went right to the last entry. Sure enough, there was a reference to the club Victoria was going to on the night she disappeared. In her neat, tiny bubble-shaped script, she mentioned that she would be meeting some new friends at Les Bains Douches that evening.
Now they knew where to start looking; they only had to wait until nightfall.
Peter bit into his sandwich tunisien; he suddenly realized that he was starving, and ate it quickly, savoring each spicy bite as if it were the last bit of food he would ever taste.
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(sound track: I Love Paris by Alpha Blondy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjr-z_qBTIw
Night had come, and the twins were outside of the club in the trendy Les Halles district, watching fashionably dressed people entering after being approved by the doorman and his two bouncers who stood there manipulating the clipboard and velvet rope like Cerberus the three-headed dog guarding the gates of Hell.
The twins were both still dressed in their traveling clothes; Peter was wearing a dark Armani single breasted suit and a white button-down shirt, his hair slicked back into a long ponytail, while Petra had on the same form-fitting Azzedine Alaia outfit that had totally captivated the concierge at the hotel earlier that day, only adding the matching slate grey jacket to her pencil skirt over her low cut mauve silk blouse.
Peter was about to let his sister take the lead once again; it was usually easier to let her deal with the men. In this instance, however, the way the doorman was looking at him and almost licking his lips gave him the idea that he should be the one to approach first this time.
Petra’s charms would be wasted on this particular person.
As they got closer, the doorman simply pulled back the rope and allowed the twins passage into the club without anything more than a warm smile at Peter as he walked by.
It never hurts to be tall, dark and handsome, he reflected.
It had certainly paid off this time.
Once inside, they separated, the better to cover the club faster, and so that people wouldn’t mistake them for a couple. It was easier to work their good looks as singles.
Peter headed over to the main bar to talk to the bartenders while Petra decided to find the club’s chief security person. There was probably some sort of club surveillance tape system, and if she could check it, she might just get lucky.
Petra found the door that was marked ‘PRIVE’, and walked through it, making her way down the dark corridor until she came to a room filled with television monitors, and a very large bald headed black man.
He was smoking a cigarette, and staring at the monitors, obviously bored.
When Petra entered the room he glanced up at her, taking in her beauty before quickly returning his eyes to the monitor array.
“Qu’est-ce que vous faites ici, mademoiselle?” He spoke curtly.
Lovely girls were nothing particularly rare at Les Bains, and he had a job to do.
“Je suis desolee de vous deranger monsieur, mais je dois vous demander une petite service.” Petra pitched her voice to the sweetest tone she could muster.
“Je suis desole moi-meme, mademoiselle, parce que je dois vous demander de sortir d’ici immediatement. Vous n’etes pas autorisee d’entrer; ces lieux sont pour le personnel de securite seulement.”
His voice was deep, resonant, and had a slight African accent; possibly Senegalese.
Having dismissed her, or so he thought, the giant turned back towards his security monitors. He obviously takes his job very seriously, Petra thought to herself. Oh well, she had tried doing things the polite way.
Time to do things the Kushkin way… she silently stepped up behind him, and without warning, delivered a sharp hand strike that rendered the large man unconscious instantly.
He never knew what hit him.
As he slumped forward in his seat, Petra rolled his chair back away from the bank of monitors. As she did, she reflected on how the combat training her military father had given them all could be very useful from time to time.
She quickly rummaged through a storage rack and located the security tapes from the night her sister had disappeared.
Scanning through the exterior tape rapidly, she found the part where Victoria had shown up at the club, then synced the interior tape from above the bar to shortly after that. Sure enough, there was Vicky, talking to two girls at the bar as they ordered drinks.
Both girls were very pretty; it was hard to be positive in the dark of the club, but Petra could at least tell that there was one who seemed a bit older than Vicky, while the other was closer to her in age, in her late teens or early twenties.
Petra looked at the tape a moment longer, just to see who was working the bar that night. Then she pulled the security tapes, and carefully put them back where she had found them. She pushed the large man in his rolling chair back to his console, laid his head gently down on it, and then left the office, closing the door softly behind her. She walked back down the hallway, and through the door leading to the public areas of the club again.
She could see Peter standing at the large bar at the back, chatting with the bartender as he sipped his drink.
They were in luck; it was one of the same girls that had been working the night Petra had disappeared.
“Salut, frangin!” Petra exclaimed as she pushed up next to Peter at the crowded bar. She wanted the girl at the bar to know she was Peter’s sister, not a girlfriend.
“Any news about Vicky yet?”
“I was just getting around to asking,” Peter replied, smiling.
“Vous cherchez quelqu’un?” the pretty blonde bartender asked. “I speak English, maybe I have an idea for you?”
“Yes, we’re looking for our sister. She said she would meet us here; have you by any chance seen her this evening?”
Peter pulled a picture of Vicky from out of his pocket.
She was certainly striking enough; petite and slender, her light brown slightly longer than shoulder-length straight hair framing a pretty, oval face with delicate features. Her brown eyes looked almost a bit Asian, betraying the Kushkins’ Mongolian Tatar ancestry as she posed looking coyly over her right shoulder.
When he showed the picture to the bartender, she seemed to recognize the girl in the photo immediately.
Her face darkened a bit, and she bent closer to Peter as she spoke.
“I haven’t seen her tonight, no. But she was here just a couple of days ago, here at the bar with a couple of other girls," she said.
"These girls, I have seen them before, quite often. There’s something weird about them, these girls. Many times, I have seen them leave with others, and then they come back again later the same night. The others… the others, they never come back at all.”
She shook her head emphatically. “Jamais… ”
The bartender continued on in French, speaking as softly as possible while still managing to be heard above the pounding music.
“Elles habitent Porte de Vanves, pres du Lycee Michelet apparament. Je les ai entendu parler de ca. "
“Thanks!” Peter said. He discreetly slipped a 200 franc note into the bartender’s hand, and she pocketed it with a smooth, well-practiced gesture.
“I hope you will find your sister,” she said. “ I think these two are rather dangerous, yes. Be very careful, my friends.”
She straightened up and turned away, the conversation very obviously at an end as far as she was concerned.
The twins had a lead now, though.
(to be continued) |
link to previous chapter, Pt. 6>https://omorashi.org/topic/15109-sisterhood-of-blood-pt-6-paris-blues-the-twins/
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD PT. 7
The Round Man (Bou-Boule)
AU BAR-TABAC, Porte De Vanves 1982
(sound track: Chitlins Con Carne, by Kenny Burrell)
At the roughly y-shaped junction of three cobble stone lined streets sat a somewhat seedy café. Its windows were a bit dirty, and the interior was paneled in dark wood with mirrors on the walls to make it appear larger than it was.
A narrow wooden bar, its counter top done up in polished brass and zinc, stretched across the back wall, with the usual bottles arrayed behind it, and glasses suspended from inverted racks above.
This section of town on the outskirts of Paris wasn’t trendy by any stretch of the imagination; it was working class, and the clientele at this early pre-dawn hour were actually mostly night laborers who were finishing up their shift with ‘un coup de rouge’, a glass of cheap red wine instead of the cup of coffee most people would usually be having at this time of the morning while getting ready for work.
The regulars were staring quite openly at the strangers who were sitting at a table by the front window having café au lait with their croissants. These two were too well dressed to belong in this setting, and it definitely seemed as if they were waiting for someone, or something.
They didn’t look like a pair of sightseeing tourists on holiday, that much was certain.
The man was tall and just a bit heavy set, his dark brown hair pulled back into a long ponytail.
Although fashionably attired, he had the look of someone who wouldn’t back down from a fight.
His hands were large, and the one holding the cup he was drinking his coffee from made it look like something from a little girl’s toy tea set.
He drummed the fingers of his other hand on the small table impatiently; then, suddenly noticing what he had been doing unconsciously, he stopped.
The woman across the table from him emitted a low laugh, then leaned in and murmured something to the large man, who simply smiled grimly at her and shook his head in response.
His attractive companion shared the same long dark brown hair and had similar facial features, although in her case they manifested themselves in a much different way, soft and yet angular all at once.
Somehow, even though the woman was very pretty and was wearing a tight suit with a very feminine cut,
she still managed to convey the same impression as the man seated across from her.
They both looked as if they meant business, and wanted to be left alone.
Normally at least one of the regulars would have tried to challenge these upscale visitors for daring to enter their turf, but these two actually looked very dangerous and intimidating themselves, and although the locals were a tough lot, it was nonetheless very clear to all of them that the unfamiliar customers who were seated at the front of the café were tougher still. They knew enough to recognize trouble when they saw it, and these two were trouble, in spades.
So they simply contented themselves with a low-voiced discussion of theories as to why the two of them were sitting there, and what they might be waiting for.
Finally, tiring of their rather circular conversation, they decided to nominate a representative to question this unusual pair of transients. After some brief and animated, but rather hushed, argument accompanied by Gallic gesticulation and a bit of swearing, one of them turned away from the group clustered by the bar and headed towards the table at the front, having drawn the metaphorical 'short straw'.
He was a small rotund man with a sallow complexion, both mustached and unshaven, and dressed in a grimy blue work coverall.
As he walked slowly towards the seated couple, not without some trepidation, one of the others called boisterously after him, bold now that someone else was in the line of fire.
“Allez, Bou-Boule… vas-y, demande-les qu’est-ce qu’ils cherchent !”
Having finally reached the table, the man they called Bou-Boule looked at the two people sitting there and simply spread his hands apart, shrugging his shoulders. He noticed that, up close, the woman at the table looked even more beautiful and more dangerous than she had from a distance, while the man simply looked more dangerous.
"Excusez moi, mademoiselle," he said, addressing the woman, who he deemed the less threatening of the two.
"Mes amis veulent savoir qu'est-ce que vous faites ici. C'est clair que ce n'est pas par hasard que vous vous trouvez dans cet endroit. "
Silently, with a smooth and rapid movement, the large man reached inside his jacket, causing Bou-Boule to flinch.
When he withdrew his hand, however, he was only holding a small photograph.
Bou-Boule felt relieved, but also a little ashamed.
He had actually wet himself in fear a bit just now, thinking that the man was about to produce some sort of weapon.
He only hoped that it wasn’t enough to soak through his underwear, a pair of work trousers, and the coverall he was wearing on top of them both. If the other guys at the bar noticed that these two strangers had made him pee his pants,
he would never live it down.
The large man put the photo on the table and pushed it over to the woman; without a word exchanged between them, she picked it up and looked directly at Bou-Boule with a piercing gaze. Her brown eyes met his, and he involuntarily looked away, dropping his eyes down towards the scuffed and oil-soaked tan work boots he wore on his feet.
In doing so, he missed the beautiful woman smiling at him.
He did look up in surprise when she unexpectedly spoke in perfectly accented French, however.
“Eh bien, pardonnez moi de n’avoir encore rien dite, mes chers monsieurs. Nous cherchons notre petite soeur, qui a disparu depuis quelque jours.“
Petra showed him Vicky’s photo. She smiled again, exposing her perfectly even white teeth.
”Est-ce que l’un de vous l’auriez vu dans le quartier?”
Their curiosity piqued even more now, the locals all began to approach the table, in order to get a better view of both the photo and of the lovely woman holding it.
They crowded around, jostling each other for room, their usual high-spirited nature returning now that they knew what the couple’s purpose was.
A lost little sister, that was cause for sympathy, not fear.
“Ah, celle-la!” One of the regulars responded, stabbing towards the photograph with a tobacco-stained forefinger.
“Oui, je l’ai vu.”
It had been a couple of days now that the Kushkin twins had been tracking their younger sister, visiting each café near the Lycée Michelet in turn, hoping to find someone who had seen her.
Finally their systematic efforts seemed to be paying off. Someone here claimed to have actually spotted Vicky.
Petra turned towards her brother, who had been sitting impassive and motionless after producing Victoria’s picture.
She said, “This man says he’s seen her.”
Peter nodded, and spoke tersely, “OK, find out what he knows… but go gently, sis. I think we already scared the heck out of that first guy!”
He could now see a small but obvious wet spot forming at the front of Bou-Boule’s crotch, and had to suppress a laugh.
Another of the regulars piped up, “Moi aussi, je l’ai vu ! Avec ces deux gouines, celles qui habitent au fond du petit cul de sac.”
Bou-Boule nodded his head in assent. He was about to spit contemptuously, but suddenly seemed to remember that he was still inside the café.
“Oui, c’est vrai… elle erre parfois la nuit dans le quartier depuis quelques jours, toujours avec les deux autres.”
Petra looked at the small man in front of her, trying to assess his reliability as a source.
He had a dour look on his face; he appeared to be chronically unhappy, but her senses told her that he was not a liar.
Her brother nodded again, having reached the same conclusion concurrently.
“Ou ça? Vous pouvez nous montrer, oui?” Petra asked.
“Je sais ou c’est, moi; je peux meme vous y emmener tout suite, si vous voulez,” Bou-Boule said in a low voice.
He could feel the dampness seeping through his pants now, and was quite glad to have an opportunity to leave the café without all of his friends seeing the telltale sign of his little accident.
“Putain, j’ai carrément pissé ma culotte cette fois,” he thought to himself. “Ah, merde…”
“Come on, Peter. This fellow is going to take us to where Vicky is.”
The Kushkin twins rose from the table and followed the man out of the café into the surprisingly cold street.
Dawn was just beginning to break in the eastern sky over Paris, a pale sliver of lighter blue faintly tinged with red and gold appearing at the horizon.
Bou-Boule paused and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He stuck one in his mouth and offered the pack to the twins in turn. "Cigarette?"
“Non, merci,” Peter replied, wincing slightly.
He had given up smoking a while ago, but the sight and smell of tobacco still filled him with longing.
Petra took one of the proffered smokes from the thin, flat rectangular blue box with a stylized image of a dancing gypsy woman on it. She rolled it back and forth in her slim fingers briefly and then placed it between her lips as Bou-Boule produced a small orange plastic Bic lighter from the pocket of his coveralls and put the flame to it.
She inhaled the strong, almost acrid smoke deeply into her lungs as he proceeded to light his own cigarette, then blew a series of small, perfect smoke rings in her brother's direction as she exhaled softly.
Peter winced yet again. Petra delighted in torturing him at times.
They continued walking through the deserted streets lined with small houses and compact factory buildings.
Finally, the man turned into a dead end and stopped at the very bottom of it, in front of a large blue-grey solid metal gate crowned with spikes. Surrounding the gate was an old stone wall, somewhat scarred, but clean and still sturdy.
Unlike all of the other surfaces nearby, this gate and the surrounding sections of wall were completely devoid of graffiti scribblings, both twins noticed.
“C’est ici qu’elles habitent,” the round little man said. “J’ai meme vu votre soeur entrer la-dedans une fois. Mais faut faire gaffe, ces filles ne sont pas du rigolo.”
“Qu’est-ce que vous voulez dire?” Petra asked, but he had already turned away.
“Vous allez voir vous memes,” Bou-Boule said under his breath. “Moi, je me casse.”
Bou-Boule felt as if he was about to lose control of his bladder yet again, and wanted to get away as quickly as possible.
He walked off stiffly, heading back towards the safety of the café at a rapid clip. It was almost as if he couldn’t put distance between himself and that gate fast enough.
Peter looked at his twin sister and then at the retreating back of their guide.
“What the heck was that all about?” he inquired. “That guy seemed genuinely scared of something.”
“He said he’d seen Vicky going in here, and he was warning us to be careful, because these girls she was with were nothing to joke about,” Petra laughed. “He definitely was a nervous sort of fellow. I think he actually wet himself back in the café when you took out Vicky’s photo!”
"Yes, I believe he did," Her brother smiled. “Definitely the nervous sort. Well, just to be on the safe side, we’d better watch the house for a bit before we walk up and ring the doorbell,” Peter mused.“It's still very early, and I don’t mind a little recon time on this one. The bartender at that club did say pretty much the same thing.”
“Nonsense! How dangerous can they be, really? If Vicky’s in there, I want to know now,“ his sister replied. “We’re going to stick out like a sore thumb standing around here anyway. Just look at us!”
Petra was usually the more impetuous of the two of them, and sometimes Peter had to rein her in just a little,
but in this case he realized that she was absolutely right.
There was no way to discreetly observe the comings and goings at this location without being seen.
The dead end street was far too exposed, too empty. Even if they were sitting in their rental car, it would be obvious to anyone who set eyes on them that they didn’t belong here.
“Fine, it's the direct approach then. You take the lead, since you speak the language.”
Peter took a small step backwards as Petra pressed the button on the intercom.
It made a loud buzzing sound; there was a crackle of static, and then a voice.
“GO AWAY!”
Distorted, but unmistakable. It was Vicky.
(to be continued) |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.8) Two Pairs / Doppelgangerin (PETRA AND VICKY)
Porte de Vanves, 1982Copland Violin Sonata
It was definitely their sister’s voice coming from the intercom; the twins were sure of it. Vicky repeated the same phrase again:“GO AWAY!” This time she added, “Please, just leave me alone.” “What’s wrong, Vick? Tell us what’s going on.” Petra spoke softly into the intercom. “We just need to see you, and talk to you face to face. We only want to help.”“You can’t help me anymore. No one can.” Vicky said. Her tone of sadness was clearly evident to both of her siblings despite the static. This only made them more determined to see their younger sister, of course. Peter spoke for the first time. “Vicky, we’re here, and you know we’re not leaving. So you can either come out here, or let us in; it’s all the same to me.”Victoria knew her brother and sister well enough. They would stay there until they saw her, one way or another.“OK, have it your own way then. I’m going to buzz you in, but don’t blame me for whatever happens afterwards,” she said. “Just remember, you insisted on seeing me, and entered of your own free will.” The buzzer sounded, and Peter pushed the door open.
Petra shoved past him and found herself standing in the middle of a tiny cobble-stoned courtyard. It was an old small factory complex: three buildings laid out in a ‘u’ shape; two long low dark grey stone buildings with metal and glass roofs on either side, and a three-story beige brick structure at the back.The gate swung shut behind them, leaving them in the pale light of early morning. From the building at the rear of the courtyard, they heard Vicky call to them over another intercom mounted on its exterior. “I’m in here. You can come in if you want; I can’t come out now.” Petra strode quickly to the short steps leading up into the central structure and bounded up them, with Peter following close on her heels.With a click, the front door opened, and then closed behind them automatically as they entered, leaving the two of them in complete darkness and silence. As their eyes adjusted slightly to the lack of light they could see that they were in some sort of small antechamber, and that there was a second sealed door at the other end. There was another click, and the second door opened just a crack. Petra pushed it open, and she and Peter entered the house. The room they were now in was cold and dark. Although the twins couldn’t see it, the windows were all shuttered with heavy metal blinds inside forming a complete barrier to any light from the exterior of the house. There were no lights on inside the room either; as close as they were standing, the twins could barely see each other, much less anything else. They moved a bit further into the room, cautiously feeling their way forward.“Vick?” Petra called out softly.“I’m here, sis,” a voice came from the shadows at the far recesses of the room. “Don’t come any closer; in fact, don’t move at all, please. I don’t want you to get hurt.” It was Vicky’s voice.“Vicky, what are you talking about?” Peter asked. “How would we get hurt?” There was a strange rustling sound, and a flurry of barely perceived movement in the dark. Another woman’s voice came from behind them now.“Oh, I can think of so many different and fun ways for that to happen,” the woman said. Her voice was somewhat low in pitch with a slight accent neither of the twins could place, and her tone was as cold as the room they were standing in. Peter whirled around towards the sound of the disembodied voice, while Petra remained facing in the other direction. They now stood back to back, both dropping instinctively into combat stances. “Luckily for the both of you, your little sister has made me promise to behave myself... and I will do so, at least for the moment.”There was another rustle accompanied by rapid movement.“I, on the other hand, made no such promise.” This was a different voice now, and coming from a different direction. An American accent, definitely, and belonging to a younger girl.“You said you wouldn’t hurt them!” Vicky exclaimed.
Another soft rustling sound in the darkness, a slight feeling of a bit of air moving in the still, cold room. "I don’t intend to, unless they make it necessary.” This was the first strange voice speaking again, coming from a different location now.With each passing moment, Petra was getting more and more angry. She was holding again, having chosen not to use the WC in the café earlier.Now, the uncomfortable sensation of her full bladder pressing against the waistband of her tight skirt was beginning to make her irritable. She resisted the almost overwhelming temptation to cross her legs, however. She knew that doing so would only make her all the more vulnerable. Petra had a bad feeling that she just might regret her decision not to use the facilities in the café soon, but brushed that thought aside for the moment. “We don’t have time for this nonsense,” she said harshly. “Turn the bloody lights on and show yourselves, bitches.” A soft laugh came from the depth of the shadows. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark, little girl!” It was the American speaking. The same strange soft rustling sound again, and this time Petra could feel a chill penetrate her whole body as an icy finger brushed suddenly against her neck. The sensation of unexpected cold caused her bladder to spasm, and now she could feel a slight wetness dampening her panties as a few drops of urine escaped from her urethra before she clenched her pelvic floor muscles to stem the flow. “Dammit, not now!” she thought to herself. This was not the time to lose it; not here, not under these circumstances. She took a deep breath to bring her body and mind back under the control of her will.“Such a pretty little girl, too.” This was the first voice again.“Victoria, you never mentioned how lovely your sister was. I am quite tempted to…”“You leave her alone! You already have me; isn’t that enough for you?” Vicky cried. “You promised!”Peter closed his eyes. He knew that eyesight wasn’t going to be of any assistance in this blacked-out environment, so he focused entirely on the sounds he could make out: the soft rustling noises, a faint sound of breathing, and the voices.Every time they spoke, the voices came from a different spot within the room, but Peter had noticed something very odd now. There were no footsteps at all to indicate movement.Even barefoot, there would have been some sort of sound, soft as it might be. His finely tuned ears registered nothing, except for that eerie rustling, like the faint sound of a bird’s fluttering wings. Peter was thinking hard. This was going to be difficult. The first thing to do was keep these strange girls talking.
That was the only way to know where they might be in this total darkness. It seemed as if there were only two of them, plus Vicky. That was a plus; at least they weren’t outnumbered, as far as he could tell. There was no way to be totally sure, but their informants had only mentioned two girls, no more.Peter spoke again, saying, “Listen, all we want to do is talk with our sister and find out what’s going on. There’s no need for anyone to get hurt here, okay?” It was the old classic routine, good cop/bad cop. Since Petra had already taken the role of the hard case, he would have to play the part of the nice one this time. Both girls laughed, and the older one said, “Fine, then. We’ll let one of you talk to her while the other one waits outside.”“I’m staying,” Petra said quickly. She knew it would be easier for these girls to underestimate her fighting skill than that of her brother, and therefore they would be more likely to agree with her being the one to remain. Peter wasn’t entirely happy with her decision, but he understood the reasoning behind it and he knew better than to try to argue with Petra once she'd made her mind up about something, especially in this situation.There was a frigid touch on his arm; he could feel the icy coldness of it even through his suit jacket and shirt. Then, without a word, he was being guided back towards the door leading to the small antechamber. The inside door latch clicked, and once again it opened up just a bit. “Now, you can get out.” It was the voice of the American girl. Feeling his way in the darkness, he opened the door fully and stepped into the antechamber. The inner door shut behind him firmly, and then the outer one was opened a crack, letting in a narrow beam of light.Peter pulled the outer door inwards to open it. He stepped through the doorway, and was back on the small stoop leading down to the cobblestones of the courtyard. Now, all he could do was wait. He sat down on the stone steps, wishing he had a cigarette.“Where’s Bou-Boule when you need him?” he said out loud to himself, laughing as he remembered the way the frightened odd little man had hurried off into the dawn. -------------------------------============================------------------------------------Standing in the dark without her brother by her side, Petra felt a twinge of fear invade her mind. It seemed to become a palpable physical sensation, traveling directly downwards almost immediately, and she was suddenly almost overcome by her urgent need to pee. She felt a bit of hot urine dampen her panties once more as it seeped out of her urethra and trickled down slowly through her feminine folds. “Dammit!” She thought to herself again, regretting that she had been so close to a rest room in the café earlier and hadn’t taken the opportunity to have a wee then, stupid girl.Now she was quite desperate, and there really wasn’t much she could do about it at the moment. Her unseen adversaries, their advantage in numbers and unknown capabilities, the darkness and pervasive numbing cold of this room, her full bladder… everything was conspiring against her. She forced her thoughts to turn away from her desperate state even as she began to pee dance just a little where she stood, her body and her mind each satisfying their own needs. “OK, you’re not going to wet yourself like a little girl in front of these two bitches,” Petra told herself firmly.
“Now just concentrate and work the problem.” Even as she was thinking that, she heard that odd rustling noise again.As Vicky shouted “NO!”, she felt a pair of cold hands closing around her throat from behind, choking her, cutting off her ability to breathe… and she blacked out. -----------------------------------------------===============---------------------------------------------------When Petra regained consciousness, the first thing she felt was an overwhelming sensation of cold. She was freezing… she realized this was because she was only wearing her black lace bra and matching panties and the thin gold chain around her neck, nothing else. The next thing she felt was that her bladder was incredibly full. She had no idea how long she had been holding for at this point, but judging by the sensation, it had to certainly have been close to her twelve-hour limit. She knew she was quite desperate and had to have a wee very soon, or she would be wetting herself. She squirmed a bit in the chair she was sitting on, but she couldn’t really do too much in the way of moving, because she was bound to it tightly and intricately with rope; her legs were spread apart and hands tied behind her, and her long hair was pulled up and attached in such a way that she could barely move her head in any direction. The rope was even threaded up between her thighs, and a few very strategically placed knots were pressing against her vulva as it passed underneath her. They were creating a stimulating pressure there that increased with every slight movement she made. It was a very strange and unusual combination of pleasure and pain she was feeling, and despite her peculiar plight, Petra found herself actually enjoying the sensation. She had always loved the feeling of desperation she got from holding her wee, but now there was something new added to the mix. She couldn’t help squirming because she had to pee so badly, and she had no way of squeezing her thighs together, but every time she moved even a little bit, the rope between her thighs pulled tighter, which excited and aroused her more, and made her even more conscious of her helpless and desperate state. She couldn’t have stopped squirming even if she had wanted to, thanks to her overly full bladder. She didn’t want to stop though, because of the way she was bound was making her feel. So she just continued to squirm, which got her more excited, which made her squirm even more.
"Oh my god, I really need a wee this instant," she thought, "I'm just about to wet myself."The mix of humiliation, pleasure and pain was almost too much for her to bear. It was as if it had all been tailored specifically to her psyche, to her innermost dark secret thoughts of what really turned her on.How could anyone have known, or guessed?She heard a soft laugh coming from the darkness in front of her. Oh, god, that bloody American girl; Petra was really starting to hate her with a vengeance.“Did you really have to do all of that?” Vicky asked. “She wasn’t threatening you at all.” “Did I have to? Of course not.” The young American girl said, obviously amused. “I just felt like having some fun with her. I said I wouldn’t hurt her, and I haven’t… so far.” She laughed, coldly. “It doesn’t look like she’s really in pain to me. In fact, it seems as if your sister is finding some pleasure in her situation.” “Who’s the bitch now, bitch?” The American was now addressing Petra, who was still squirming in hot distress in front of her. “Well, you said you wanted to talk to your little sister. Here’s your chance.”
She laughed yet again; her laugh was quite evil sounding, really.It was a huge effort, but Petra managed somehow to get her focus away from the doubly intense sensations caused by her full bladder and her bound state.“Vicky,” she said breathlessly, “what’s going on here, sis?”“Let me make this simple. She’s not your sister anymore, bitch.” That cold, evil laugh again. “She’s our sister now.”“Who are these people, Vicky?” Petra spoke, ignoring the other girl’s comment. “They are vampires, and they made me into one as well. I’m sorry that you got involved, P.” The sadness in Victoria’s voice was almost palpable. “Vampires? What in hell are you on about, Vicky?” Petra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. This wasn’t a bloody Twilight movie; this was real life, and there were no such things as vampires… were there?The older one spoke again. “Yes, we have turned your little sister, and there is nothing you can do about that now. Although she is a bit unhappy at the moment, she has plenty of time to get used to her new situation.” Another cold laugh came from behind Petra’s chair. “Oh, yeah!” It was that damn American girl again. Even though she had been living in New York for the past several years, or perhaps because of that, Petra had already despised Americans before this; this one certainly wasn’t doing much of anything to change her opinion either, she thought to herself. There was a sharp twinge in her belly, and Petra could feel that she had just leaked a bit of urine from her bladder into her lacy black thong panties again. It was an unmistakable signal that she wouldn’t be able to hold on for too much longer, and she squirmed uncontrollably, straining against the ropes binding her, causing the knots down between her legs to stimulate her even more. She gasped again, unable to prevent her involuntary reaction.“Plenty of time… now you, on the other hand…” The American girl laughed yet again. “Speaking of which… let me give you one!”Petra suddenly felt an ice-cold hand against her stomach, and as it pressed hard into her bulging, swollen bladder, she gasped once more. The unimaginable cold and pressure forced her to squirt uncontrollably and release a strong hot jet of pee right through her lacy panties, soaking the rope which ran between her legs and dampening the seat of the chair as well as her thighs as she tried desperately to clamp them together to no avail. With a massive effort, Petra managed to tighten her pelvic floor muscles once more and stop the flow, but it was clear to her that she wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. All of the hot pent-up urine trapped in her full-to-bursting bladder was going to force its way out past her tired sphincter muscles in just a few moments. She could feel it.The young vampire girl laughed again at Petra's predicament, giving a mocking little wiggle of her own. “Ooh, it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetie?” No matter how badly she wanted to, Petra couldn’t deny the truth of what the American girl was saying. She was so turned on, her nipples fully erect beneath the thin lacy fabric of her bra, her lady parts so obviously hot, damp, and dripping with her love juices. She was only seconds away from losing control completely, her head spinning from the sensations overwhelming her. “Look, your sister is about to wet herself!” the American said to Vicky, almost gleefully.
“Want to watch?” Despite herself, Vicky felt compelled to observe Petra’s degrading humiliation. A mixture of horror and fascination filled her as her older sister twisted and squirmed in the chair before her, sweating despite the cold and straining against the rope ties that bound her so tightly. She could sense the arousal coming from Petra now. It was as if visible waves of heat were radiating off of her entire body, but especially centered in that one particular warm wet place between her sister’s thighs, and now Vicky was beginning to feel an answering heat coming from down inside of her own panties.“Oh, god,“ Vicky moaned. She suddenly realized that she was getting wet with her own girl juices; she was actually excited by what was happening to her sister. She didn’t want to watch this, but at the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.Petra was panting loudly now, struggling to retain control of her tortured bladder as she moved, causing the knots which were pressing against the swollen flesh of her womanhood to bring her ever closer to the point of climax. Her arousal was such exquisite torture and her desire for a wee so great she had no idea which would come first or feel better, the release of the urine she had been forced to hold for so long or the orgasm she was about to have.Meanwhile, Victoria was feeling quite overwhelmed herself. She had always had something of a psychic connection with her two older siblings, but this was something else entirely. It was a truly empathetic reaction; now she was actually feeling every single thing her sister was feeling, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Petra’s excited state, her uncontrollable urge to pee, her feelings of humiliation, and her rage were mixing together to form a very potent cocktail of sensation, and it was all just about to come to a head. To make things even more intense, she could feel the heat and arousal from the two vampire girls added to the mix, their feelings feeding off of those of her sister’s just as hers were, but now all four of them intertwined. It was almost unbearable in its intensity yet so pleasurable, the intricate complexity of what they all were feeling as it fed on itself combining with her ability to feel what others were feeling, which had been heightened to such an unimaginable level.Petra had reached the extreme limit of what she was able to withstand. Vicky could feel her sister’s desperation as her will, no longer equal to the twin tasks of holding her pee and also keeping herself from climaxing, finally failed her. “OHHHHH,” she gasped, as the tears of shame ran down her pretty, chiseled cheekbones. She was wetting her panties and the knotted rope between her thighs now, the hot stream was jetting out hard and fast with a soft hissing sound and there was absolutely nothing at all she could do to prevent it from happening. To make matters even worse, she could feel herself entering the throes of orgasm, the relief of finally letting go combining with her excited state and causing her to climax. The other three girls in the room were now having orgasms as well, and like a feedback loop, the sensations amplified each other as they all climaxed together, over and over again.Petra was still peeing all the while as she came, her panties soaked, the chair dripping, the warm wetness pooling beneath her bare feet. She had been so full, and held for so long. Now, she moaned, she sighed, she gasped for air.Despite the unbelievable humiliation of it all, she found herself relishing the sensations of release; both her relief at being able to pee and the thrill of her orgasmic state. It went on seemingly forever. She had almost totally lost track of time and place when, finally, both her urine flow and the waves of multiple orgasms engulfing her began to slow, diminish, and finally stop.Completely drained, sitting in a hot, wet puddle of her own pee, she sagged in her bonds, and collapsed.
Before she passed out again, the last thing she heard was, “Was it good for you too, sweetie?” It was that hated American girl’s voice again. Then the darkness swallowed her whole.“Wow, that sister of yours is something else,” the young girl said to Vicky, who was leaning on the wall to support herself now. Her legs were weak and wobbly, having never felt anything that intense before in her entire life.“Is it always like that?” Victoria asked softly. “Pretty much,” was the reply. (to be continued) \/-----\/ |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 9) ‘Round Midnight (PETER)
Porte de Vanves, 1982
(sound track: Round Midnight, by Miles Davis)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=td3SE3zEVP0
Peter had been waiting for quite some time on the steps outside the building.
In fact, it had been hours since the sun had gone down beyond the horizon, and the sky was now purple-black,
moonlit and cloudless. This had been one of the longest and most difficult days of his life.
As a man of action, having to stand by and do nothing while both of his sisters were still inside was pure torture.
It was as if the vampire girls had created a private hell tailored just for him.
He was powerless to help either Vicky or Petra, and while he knew that Petra was a very skilled fighter, the fact that there was no sound coming from the house and that neither of his sisters had emerged was causing him a great deal of concern.
He was so worried now that he couldn’t keep his mind off of what might have been happening to his sisters inside that house all along, or even right this instant.
What was even more worrisome to him was this: for some reason, the normal psychic connection he shared with Petra, and to a lesser extent with Vicky, seemed to have been disrupted.
In the past, there had been many times when he had been dismayed, embarrassed, or bothered by that unusual connection to his sisters and had wished it didn't exist, but now that it was no longer there, he felt truly alone for the first time in his life. It was a very odd feeling, as if an essential part of himself was missing.
The sensation of loss was almost unbearable.
He had thought about trying to force his way back in, but with there being double doors, he would have given away the element of surprise, even if he could have somehow managed to get them both open. Then he would have had to find an effective way to orient himself within that cold, dark room once he had gotten inside, and fight off at least two virtually undetectable opponents of unknown strength and skill in order to extract his two sisters, who might both be injured.
Even for a master tactician such as himself, the difficulty of the situation at hand seemed insurmountable.
So he did the only thing he could do under these very trying circumstances: wait patiently.
He centered himself, breathed deeply, and forced his mind to empty itself of all conscious thought.
He counted very slowly to ten, thinking only of breathing in, and breathing out, over and over;
thinking only of breathing and counting, allowing no other thoughts to intrude.
“One… two… three… four… five… six… seven... eight... nine... ten.“
Counting, and breathing...
"One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten."
Breathing and counting...
"One... two... three... four... five... six..."
Suddenly a soft sound interrupted his meditation. It was the click of the door latch being released.
He glanced down at his wristwatch, pressing the button that illuminated the face.
It was almost midnight.
He rose from his kneeling position, pushed the door open, and waited inside.
The second door’s latch opened with another click; Peter opened that one as well and walked into the dark room.
He heard that strange rustling sound again, and then the American girl spoke. She was behind him.
“We’re leaving now, and we’re taking our new sister with us. You can have the other one back.”
She laughed that cold laugh once again.“Walk forward about twelve steps, and you’ll find her. What’s left of her, anyhow…”
The rustling sound grew louder suddenly, there was a feeling of cold air right next to him and Peter heard Vicky’s voice.
“It’s better that you forget about me, Peter."
The woman with the odd accent said, "Don’t try to follow us, don’t try to find us.”
The strange rustling sound became louder still, and there was a rush of freezing cold air moving rapidly past him and through the open antechamber.
Then, there was only silence.
“Petra?” Peter called softly, but there was no answer.
Fearing the worst, he walked forward twelve paces.
He stopped suddenly, having bumped into something... a shadowy figure sitting in a chair in front of him.
It was his twin sister.
Peter knelt down on the floor in front of her, feeling something wet soaking into the trousers of his suit as he did.
There was a puddle there, and the unmistakable odor of urine.
"Oh, sis...," Peter said to himself, sadly. "What did they do to you?"
He gently felt around the seated figure, finding the ropes that held her captive.
He pulled out a small, sharp knife from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, opened it, and carefully sliced through the thin rope binding her hair, then did the same to free her arms and legs.
She was unconscious, but still breathing, and Peter could feel a strong pulse at her throat.
Petra was alive.
(to be continued)
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD
Chapter 10: Hello Kitty (KAT)
Greenwich Street, NYC 1999
(sound track: Riviera Paradise, by Stevie Ray Vaughan)
“So, how was Paris? Did you girls do any shopping while you were over there?”
I watched her rummage through the familiar red and white paper bag she’d brought with her as she spoke, pulling out a wad of paper napkins, a large soda, a straw, and finally two cheeseburgers wrapped in paper. After laying everything all out carefully on the table in front of her, the small woman rubbed her hands together and then picked up the first hot cheeseburger and unwrapped it.
She took a bite, and as her razor sharp teeth sank into it, her pretty hazel eyes almost rolled back into her head like those of a shark in a feeding frenzy.
“Jeez, Kat! I don’t know why you still eat that stuff… it’s not like you need to,” I said, laughing.
“I know I don’t need it physically,” she replied, “but it just reminds me of how things were before… almost as if it makes a connection between who I used to be and who I am now.”
She mused, “It’s like you and your music, my junk food and I…”
Kat was one of Hannah’s oldest friends; they had known each other for a very long time.
They had started out as members of rival clans, but Kat’s clan had been decimated in the Vampire Plague of 1907, and she herself had barely survived. Hannah had found her wandering the streets in a delirious daze and nursed her back to health, after which Kat became family to her.
And of course, being family to Hannah, she was family to me, too.
She repeated her question as she quickly finished up the first of her cheeseburgers.
“So… shopping? What did you girls find?”
Coming from someone as unfashionably dressed as she was, the question might have seemed a bit bizarre.
I never saw Kat in anything other than jeans and a v-necked t-shirt, unless she was going hunting. She always wore these funky little Hawaiian sandals too; her “five dollar specials”, she called them. But Kat was a professional photographer, and she did everything from nature photography to high fashion spreads, and so she was always interested in the latest trends.
Physically, she was almost the exact opposite of Hannah.
Kat was short and a little bit… well, I wouldn’t say chunky, but not exactly thin either.
Still, she was beautiful; her skin was perfect, her eyes were clear, and her lips were inviting, so she always had a few boy-toy thralls who were willing to do virtually anything she asked of them at any time. She wore her hair very short, and it was somewhere between sandy blonde and light brown in color; pixie-like ears, and a dazzling smile, which she flashed as Hannah replied, a bit enigmatically.
“We didn’t really go shopping this last trip… but we did manage to find something rather... interesting.”
Kat began carefully unwrapping the second cheeseburger.
“Our friend delights in riddles,” she said, then looked at me and continued.
“She is as mysterious as the Sphinx; by the way, did she ever tell you that she was the model for the original sculpture, before they changed the head to look like one of those pharaohs?”
She bit eagerly into the cheeseburger in her hand.
“Oh, Kat!” Hannah said, laughing.
“She told me before they opened up McDonald’s restaurants everywhere, you had to catch and grill pterodactyls yourself to eat for dinner,” I gibed.
Now Kat laughed and said, “Oh, goddess, I do remember those days well. I must say, the drive-thru is a heck of a lot more convenient, and these cheeseburgers are so yummy, but occasionally I do still find myself yearning for a nice bit of grilled ptery!”
“Too bad you hunted them all into extinction then,” I quipped.
Kat laughed again. It was always such fun having her over.
She looked directly at me, and said suddenly, “Cool, why do you keep squirming around like that? Wait, wait… don’t tell me, let me guess,” she giggled.
“Is Hannah making you hold again, poor baby?”
She smiled her radiant smile at me, giggling once more.
“You omo vamps, you’re so cute! I just love watching you when you’re desperate; it’s absolutely adorable, really.”
Kat took another bite of her cheeseburger, delicately wiping an errant bit of juice from the corner of her mouth with a napkin held in her other hand.
Her clan had been aristocratic old-line classic bloodsuckers, and they were usually a bit snooty and prejudiced against us newcomer ‘minority’ omo vampires, but Kat loved Hannah like a sister, and she loved me like a daughter; we were the only family she had left.
She did enjoy watching us when we were holding, but it was a totally different thing for her.
For us, it was always compulsive and ecstatic; for her, it was simply amusing to see us in a somewhat weakened and comparatively helpless state.
That being the case, she picked up her soda and took a long, loud slurp of it through the straw, followed by an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction.
“Bitch…” I muttered softly as my very full bladder suddenly went into spasm and contracted, forcing a spurt of hot, fragrant pee out of my wee hole and into my black cotton bikini panties before I could stop it. I seriously hoped I hadn’t actually wet my denim shorts too, but just in case, I pulled my old oversize white “RELAX” tee down a bit further.
As I crossed my legs as tightly as I could and doubled over, Kat giggled, and then she did it again… and again, while I squirmed and kept making little uncontrollable squirts of pee into my undies in reply.
Well, by now I was definitely wet, no doubt about it. Darn it....
I just sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing her domme side wouldn’t let it go, no matter how much she loved me. Especially since she knew how much I actually enjoyed holding until I just couldn’t take it anymore, and how much Hannah loved seeing me lose control.
“Aww, does poor widdle Cool need to go really badly?” Another loud slurp accompanied her mocking question.
She laughed at my contortions as I continued to pee dance right there in front of her.
Hannah says that of all the girls she’s known, vampire or human, I have the best pee dance ever.
Me, I wouldn’t know; I’ve never seen it… no reflection, remember?
The worst thing this time was that the desperation I was feeling at the moment wasn’t really even my own, at least not entirely. Yes, I had actually been holding for over 24 hours at Hannah’s command…but I was a pro at holding, and 24 hours was no big deal for me anymore.
It was the amateur in the next room that was causing me such distress at the moment.
“Sometimes this empathetic connection thing really sucks,” I moaned, and Hannah laughed.
“Everything has a downside, Cool. I thought you would have figured that out by now,” she said, impassive.
Even though she was feeling exactly what I was, her many more years of training had given Hannah the self-discipline to not let it affect her, at least not visibly. Even the slightest sign of weakness in a dominant vamp was cause for real concern, as that would leave them open to challenge by a rival vampire.
Since I was a submissive, I could pee dance to my heart’s content and even wet myself fully but I still resented being humiliated in front of Kat, no matter how much she and Hannah were enjoying the sight of it themselves.
“Dammit, Vicky! Will you just go, already?” I muttered to myself.
I was finding my new sister’s lack of self-control a wee bit annoying, so to speak.
From the next room, I heard her call out, her voice strident, “I heard that! And no, I won’t. You did this to me, so you can suffer right along with me, sis!”
She was still adjusting to life as an omo vampire, obviously.
“Victoria, would you come out here, please?”
Although it sounded like a request, both Vicky and I knew from the tone of Hannah’s voice that it was a command; one that she had better obey, and quickly.
With a soft rustling sound, Vicky appeared suddenly in the doorway.
She’d gotten the hang of the teleportation thing pretty rapidly; much faster than I had after I’d been turned, in fact. She was a natural at it, and within the first 48 hours of her new existence, she had been able to do it effortlessly every single time. At that, at least, she was a pro now.
She was wearing one of her favorite outfits: a short pleated green plaid tartan skirt, white knee socks and dark brown penny loafers, her white dress shirt with its Peter Pan collar unbuttoned just enough to reveal a bit of the lacy black bra underneath. She was also apparently totally desperate, and was squirming just like I was.
I ignored her pee dance, as 'adorable' as it might be to some.
“That’s MY bra, dammit,” I thought.
We were just about the same size, and she was constantly going through my things and grabbing anything she liked.
It was really annoying to me, and she knew it.
Far from letting that stop her, it only egged her on.
Her light brown hair was done up in pigtails on either side of her head.
Vicky always looked so cute in her schoolgirl mode; I could hardly stand it.
“Trolling for child molesters again, are we?” I said, coldly.
Vicky tossed her head, and wiggled her bottom seductively.
In her saucy British accent, she replied, “You know it, sweetie!” She stuck her tongue out at me.
“You’d better keep that tongue of yours in your mouth, or I might just make you bite it off, you little pop tart!” I threatened.
That was how it was between us. We were bonded forever by blood and by urine and so we had undying affection and love for each other, but we still teased and tortured each other unmercifully.
Sisters, you know?
Hannah sighed and said, “If you two little girls are quite through, I’d like to introduce Victoria to Kat now.”
Kat stood up from the table, leaving the remains of her meal behind. She walked over to where Vicky was standing, and extended her hand. As Vicky took it, she suddenly pulled her close and, holding her tightly, sank her now fully extended fangs deep into my little sister’s neck, taking a nice long sip of her blood.
For some reason, I found myself thinking of cheeseburgers.
“Ow, that hurts!” Vicky exclaimed.
I don’t think she was expecting Kat to be quite as forceful as she was, but the small woman was used to taking what she wanted and not asking permission first. She was a dominant vampire, and an aristocrat to boot.
After a while, Kat finally withdrew her fangs from Vicky’s neck and let her go, licking her lips as she did.
“Mmmm, tasty!” she said, and smiled. Even as I rubbed my own neck in sympathy with Vicky's pain, the tiny puncture wounds Kat had made in my sister’s neck were already closing, thanks to our regenerative ability.
As family, she was now obligated to let Victoria taste her blood; Kat wasn’t about to let this little schoolgirl newbie vampire anywhere close to her neck, though.
She pulled her v-neck tee shirt down just enough to expose a little bit of one lovely breast and drew a sharp fingernail across it lightly, then extended her finger towards Vicky, who fell to her knees in front of Kat. I watched as my sister eagerly took the finger she was offered into her mouth and licked the small drop of blood from it.
“Welcome to the family,” Kat said to Vicky.
“So that’s what you picked up in Paris,” she said to Hannah, rather dryly.
(to be continued)
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i'm not making a new thread, but i will continue to post the subsequent chapters of this story here,
because it is the FICTION & FANFICTION section, and because the main complaint was that there
were too many different threads...
So, here is the next part of SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD:
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 11) The Evil Ones (Judith and Kris)Cannes 1996We were in town for the film festival. With so many activities taking place at night and in cold, dark theatres, it was an annual pilgrimage for many vampires. In fact, the whole entertainment industry was a haven for vampires, at least on the creative side of things. Ironically, the management end was almost entirely run by humans. We often got a laugh out of this agent or that manager being referred to as a ‘bloodsucker’, considering who their clientele was in all likelihood. But I digress…Hannah and I were sitting at a sidewalk café table, dressed in our finest, most fashionable clothes. We were going Euro style, with matching outfits, too: gold lamé tank tops and black leather mini skirts. Sipping our drinks and watching the famous and the near-famous passing by on their way to or from some venue. Hannah was having a pastis, and I was drinking crème de menthe. Even after all these long years, I still really didn’t enjoy the taste of alcohol.Tobacco, on the other hand… I pulled out a Gitane from the thin blue pack on the table and lit it with my trusty brass Zippo lighter. I inhaled the smoke and held it in my lungs for a while, savoring the taste of a strong French cigarette. Totally relaxed, I leaned back in my chair and stretched my legs out in front of me, then pulled them back quickly under the table when I remembered I was wearing a skirt for once. I pulled on the hem of it, tugging it back into place with some effort. It was a very short skirt, too… I certainly wasn’t used to that; wearing this thing was all Hannah’s idea. A black leather miniskirt, and high heels; really high gold snakeskin stiletto heel pumps. Jeez. This was so NOT me, really.At the moment, I was glad to be sitting down; as awkward as I felt in this miniskirt, it was better than the torture of trying to walk in these darn shoes I was wearing. It wasn’t even that they hurt, so much (although thumb tacks in my sneakers would probably have been more comfortable); I hadn’t worn high heels in so long, I’d forgotten how difficult walking in them could be. And we had walked around quite a bit before I was able to convince Hannah to stop and have a drink. She was busy catching up with friends, and I dutifully tagged along, clomping around clumsily in these unfamiliar shoes. Walking behind her, I looked like some sharecropper stepping over rows of cotton as Hannah glided effortlessly along in her own mile-high heels as if she were floating over the pavement. Her skirt seemed even shorter and tighter than mine, probably an illusion due to her long, toned legs, yet it didn’t seem to slow her down even a little bit. And oh my goddess… she had the perfect bottom. Despite my pain, I did love that view; it kind of made it all worthwhile. Still, I was happy we were sitting at a table in this crowded café now. The sights, the sounds, the smells of humans and vampires all mixed together… often, when humans and vampires mixed it didn’t end well for the humans, but there were always certain events that were exceptions to the rule, and this was one of them. There was an unwritten agreement that we vamps wouldn’t ever feed during the film festival; there was no point in drawing attention to our existence, especially with all of the publicity surrounding the event. As a result, we were all hungry. Starving, in fact. It was like being at a banquet while having your mouth sewed shut. So we were all acutely aware of any slight opportunity for a snack.
(sound track: Evil, by Earth, Wind and Fire)
All of a sudden, both Hannah and I looked up from our drinks to witness the most pitiable sight I think I had ever seen. Two girls were leading a third one around as if she were on an invisible leash. They were all vampires; the lack of any heartbeat was a dead giveaway, so to speak. The first two looked healthy and well fed, and at first I couldn’t figure out why. Then I looked more closely at the third girl. She was pale and thin, her light brown hair was dull and a bit dirty, and she was clearly miserable. I had never seen anyone look so unhappy in my entire existence, alive or undead. Suddenly I realized why; I was horrified, and I could tell that Hannah was incensed. These two girls were actually feeding on their own sister in order to sustain themselves! A small exchange of blood was required when you became part of a family, and a single feed and exchange in order to turn a human was necessary, but what these two were doing contravened all the laws of our kind. A vampire would feed on human blood, or animal blood if they were squeamish about feeding on humans. Rival clans would fight and even exterminate each other gleefully, but even the most hateful would never, ever consider feeding on another vampire consistently. It just wasn’t done.The three of them walked past us as we sat there, never once glancing in our direction. Cannes was full of vampires, and we were just another couple taking in the night air. Well, not anymore we weren’t. Hannah carelessly tossed a 200 franc note onto the table and said sharply, “Come on, Cool. We need to go, now!”As I rose up from the table, I pulled my skirt down towards my knees once again, somewhat unsuccessfully. When I heard that tone of voice from Hannah, I knew that there was a battle coming. Neither of us was really dressed for fighting, but I was ready to back her up, no matter what. She was a vamp enforcer, and in this situation, she wasn’t going to wait for orders before she acted. By then, it might be too late for this poor unfortunate girl. They were already halfway down the block as we began following them. The smallest vampire stumbled on a bit of uneven pavement and almost fell to her knees, barely able to right herself in time. The eldest, a tall woman with wavy dark brown hair, turned and said, “Hurry up, Victoria! We have places to be, and you are slowing us down.” Her tone was harsh, and her accent was strange; I couldn’t place it at all. "Kris, make sure she keeps up with us."“I’m walking as fast as I can,” the girl moaned, her soft voice plaintive. “I’m weak, I’m starving, and I can’t do any better than this. And I really need to pee, too.”The third vampire, the one called Kris, was another small girl with reddish straight hair. She laughed at that. Her laugh sounded quite cold and evil to me. In fact, both of these two exuded an aura of evil. Only their poor victim seemed to be free of it. On the surface, I suppose most people would see all vampires as evil creatures, but most of us really weren’t evil at all. We had an affliction, or an addiction, as some of us preferred to think of it, and we dealt with it in varying ways. Only the worst of us fed indiscriminately. Many of us modern day vampires had chosen a moderate lifestyle, hunting only animals in general. Some had even eschewed hunting altogether, if there was another blood supply available. There was a large black market in blood packs for those who chose not to hunt, and this was the most popular option for those who could afford it. Most of us who fed on humans only fed on the worst low-life evildoers, people the world was better off without in any case. We justified, or rationalized, our behavior by telling ourselves that they deserved their fate and wouldn’t really be missed by anyone. But to feed on another vampire, over and over again? What kind of scum were we dealing with here?These were the thoughts running through my head as we followed this trio at a discreet distance. We were moving out of the main part of town; the streets were less crowded now, but we still weren’t about to start any sort of confrontation here.As we walked along behind them, I turned to Hannah and asked, “So, what are you thinking?”She replied quietly, “We free the girl. No one deserves what she’s going through.”“And what about the other two?” “Well, that depends on what they do, really. It would be better if they were willing to let her go without a fight, but somehow I don’t envisage that as a possibility.”I saw her clench her fists tightly. Trouble was brewing, for sure. Meanwhile, I could feel the desperation welling up in the poor little vampire as her need to pee became more and more urgent. The other two walked along in front of her, either oblivious or uncaring as she struggled to maintain control of her swollen, overburdened bladder. Every so often, she would double over as a spasm hit her, and even from this distance I could smell the urine leaking out into her panties as they grew more and more damp with each small occurrence. The smell was so sweet, and I longed to taste her. “Cool, get a grip on yourself, please,” Hannah scolded, her voice pitched to my ears only. By now we had been walking for some time, and we had left the crowded part of town far behind us.
We had entered a residential district, with small houses lining either side of the narrow street. Hannah and I slowed our pace so as not to be obvious, but there weren’t many other people around, so we had to make a real effort not to draw attention to ourselves.Luckily, the three vampires ahead of us seemed to be lost in their own little world and totally oblivious to our presence for the moment. They finally stopped in front of a tiny house on a side street, and rang the doorbell.
After a short interval, the door was opened by a tall, skinny man with very pale skin.
“Good evening, ladies, and welcome!” he intoned, his voice deep and sonorous. “And what have you brought us tonight, Judith?”“Good evening, Cestus,” the tall woman replied. “I brought dessert.” She smiled, exposing her parchment colored fangs.The man moved aside to let the three of them pass, and I could hear noises inside that led me to believe there was some kind of party going on. There were at least a dozen vampires there, judging by the sound of it, in addition to the man she called Cestus and the three newcomers. Then the door shut firmly behind them.I turned to Hannah again. Her mouth was set into a hard line, her fists still balled up tightly at her sides. “Maybe we should scope things out before we just rush in there? It looks as if we’re going to be seriously outnumbered this time,” I said. “You need to keep cool, girl!”She looked over at me and smiled, although still somewhat grimly, as she extended her fangs.“Don’t worry, I’m not about to do anything rash. Let’s just see what’s going on at this party, shall we?”Hannah took my hand firmly as she walked towards the door and rang the bell herself. The door opened once more, and the man called Cestus looked us over quite closely, then let us in, greeting us with another “Good evening, ladies, and welcome!” (to be continued)
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Happy Friday !
Here's the latest installment of the story, i hope it will be to your liking !
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD Chapter 12
Stage Fright (CESTUS)Cannes, 1996(sound track: Violin Concerto, by Philip Glass performed by Adele Anthony with the Ulster orchestra conducted by Takuo Yuasa.)
“Welcome, wilkommen, bienvenue, Mesdames et Messieurs, au Petit Bal des Vampires,” he said, his deep voice resonant in the small space. The man spread his arms expansively, the spotlight focused entirely on him. It was otherwise totally dark in this room, but our vampire night vision was more than adequate to the task of taking in the scene around us.Once Hannah and I had been admitted to the house, we had looked around for any sign of the three who had entered just before us, but they had vanished.The room we were in wasn’t large, and although it was packed, it was only with the dozen or so people I had estimated while we were still outside. There wasn’t a heartbeat among them.All of them were vampires, and although there did seem to be different groups, every single one of them had a certain predatory air.And they were all hungry; as I passed through the room, I could feel eyes on me, and I could almost hear the thoughts going around Inside their heads, thinking, “I wonder what she would taste like?”It sent chills up my spine.These weren’t ‘nice’ vampires, not in the slightest, not a one.I pressed closer to Hannah, holding her hand tightly like a frightened little girl clinging to her mommy as we walked towards the back of the space which had once been a salon or living room, but now appeared to have been converted into a small theatre.On the low stage, the man they had called Cestus stood in front of a heavy blood-red velvet curtain, and as he gestured towards it, he continued on.“Tonight, we have for your delectation and amusement, a special morsel provided for us by my friends Judith and Kris. They never fail to bring us the very best, and I’m sure tonight will be no exception.”He grinned, exposing his yellowed fangs as he did.“And so, without further delay, I give you… VICTORIA!”As Cestus moved aside, the curtains parted, exposing a bizarre scene on the tiny stage.The small vampire girl we had seen earlier was now stripped naked, intricately bound with black and red nylon rope knotted shibari-style, and suspended from another black nylon rope which was running through a thick steel ring fixed to the ceiling and connected to another set of rings in mid-air. She was tied up in a complicated pose: hands behind her back, legs crossed at the knees, feet pointed to the outside, and doubled over with her head down so her face was hidden at first.I could feel the pain of her position, her feeling of humiliation at being thus exposed so cruelly, and the severe desperation of her urgent need to urinate as she writhed and squirmed in her bonds.Standing next to her was the red-haired vampire girl Kris; she was just finishing up the last of the knots.I was amazed that she had managed to execute such a complicated bit of rope work in such a short time, although to me she seemed less than pleased with the result herself, at least from an aesthetic viewpoint.Devotees of shibari don’t like being rushed, and it was obvious from the way that Kris was tying those last knots that she was an expert: suspensions were notoriously difficult to achieve safely.Still, the position was clearly painful; the joints at the girl's shoulders, elbows, hips and knees must have been extremely stressed. At first I was surprised that the bound girl wasn’t moaning in agony, but Kris passed in front of her and cupped her chin to raise her face up towards the audience. Then the reason was revealed.She had a red rubber ball gag in her mouth which was fastened securely behind her neck by a black leather strap with a silver metal buckle, and no sound was even possible, other than a sort of soft whimpering noise.The poor girl was starting to shudder and convulse, both with pain and from her urgent need as her full bladder cried out for release.
Kris applied an icy cold finger tip to the swollen bulge at the bound girl’s belly, and was rewarded by a gasp from behind the ball gag and a short spurt of clear urine as it jetted out of her victim's privates, splashing onto the floor beneath them.My empathetic powers had me already squeezing my own pelvic floor muscles tightly as I willed her to stop the flow and not provide this humiliating spectacle to the hungry-eyed vampires gathered in front of the stage.
I couldn’t help but imagine myself in her place, and I felt sorry for her, but at the moment there was nothing at all I could do to prevent this from happening.I could only watch, and do what little I could to support her psychologically.Of course, me being an omo vampire, I was also now getting somewhat aroused by the whole scene despite my sympathy for the trussed-up victim. I just couldn’t help myself.In the meantime, I could sense that Hannah was busy trying to assess the threat level of the other guests, figure out a plan of attack, a retreat route, and how we might be able to extract the girl safely.Aroused though she might have been, she was so much better at keeping those feelings in check than I was; then again, she’d had a lot more time and motivation to work on that, being an older dominant vampire.Kris smiled, her evil grin spreading across her face as she raised a finger in front of Victoria’s terrified eyes.
She waved it ever so slowly back and forth in front of her, and then she moved it down towards Victoria’s midsection once again.This time, instead of a gentle touch, she made a sharp stabbing motion, jabbing suddenly into Victoria’s bladder and provoking another quick squirt of pee before I was able to help her regain control again.The audience was really enjoying the show. I could hear a collective murmur of satisfaction every time the poor girl would release another spurt of her hot, fragrant urine onto the stage floor below her.They weren’t omo vampires; they were simply savoring her pain and her humiliation, and Kris was doing a very good job of making sure that the girl’s pain and humiliation were severe, and that it would last for quite some time.Now I wasn’t sure if I should continue helping her to stay in control, or if it would be better to simply let her lose it totally and empty herself onto the floor in order to end her pain and suffering. Her naked body was covered with sweat; every muscle was clearly in spasm, convulsing from her vain efforts to relieve the stress of her own weight and her uncontrollable need to urinate as Kris pointed her finger once more. She smiled that cold, evil smile yet again.Victoria’s pretty brown eyes were welling up with tears, and as they trickled down her cheeks, I made my decision.I couldn’t let this go on any longer.I willed her to relax her sphincter muscles, and even before Kris could touch her again, she released a long stream of urine from out of her tortured insides, the swollen bulge of her bladder visibly shrinking as she voided its contents in a strong, hot, fragrant stream, accompanied by a hissing sound that was clearly audible to me even over the disappointed mumblings of the audience and the splashing noise of it pooling beneath her.“Dammit, Vicky! What the hell is going on with you tonight?”Kris muttered. “Normally you can take this for hours!”I could tell that Kris was furious, having been deprived of an opportunity to prolong the suffering and humiliation of her helpless victim.From out of the corner of my eye, I could see Cestus and Judith arguing bitterly at the side of the stage.I smiled.Apparently, the rather abrupt end to their little show was going to be a bit of a problem.
Suddenly, they seemed to come to an agreement. Judith walked rapidly to the stage, and exchanged a few quick words with Kris, who then moved to the hook and pulley system at the rear of the stage that secured the rope holding Victoria suspended in the air.
Kris unlocked the carabiner holding the main rope and unclipped it from the hook in the wall. Then she easily lowered the small girl down from her higher position to one just above the floor before securing it to the hook again.
Now Victoria’s feet could touch the ground, and I could feel a sense of relief flooding her body, once the stresses of needing to pee and being suspended had been removed. Still she squirmed uncomfortably against the ropes that bound her tightly, as if in anticipation of some other bit of unpleasantness still to come.
Cestus walked to the center of the stage again, and spoke once more in his deep, resonant voice.“Mesdames et Messieurs, I apologize for the brevity of the first part of our show. However, I am positive that you will enjoy the next bit. We shall now auction off the right to taste the lovely Victoria to the highest bidder…’The clamor of hungry vampires as they rushed towards the stage drowned out anything else he was saying, and after a brief chaotic moment, he had to shout for order to be restored.In the tense atmosphere of the club, the anticipation was great as Cestus explained how the silent auction would go.Pen, paper and envelopes would be distributed, and anyone who wished to bid would simply write down their amount on the paper, along with their name, and seal it in the envelope.The envelopes would then be collected, and the bids tallied.As the sinister Cestus moved among the audience, not a few vampires gestured for the materials to place their bids.
As he passed us, Hannah extended her hand, and received the pen, paper and envelope.She quickly wrote something down, and then sealed the envelope.
“How much did you bid?” I asked anxiously. “Do you think it will be enough?”
I sincerely hoped it would be.“Don’t you worry, Cool. It will work out, I promise,” Hannah replied. “We’re going to win.”
Cestus made another round to collect all of the sealed envelopes.Some of the vampires had a smug look on their faces, as if they were already sure of winning the auction.There were some obviously wealthy types there, and a few of them knew each other already, as we could tell from their glances back and forth. They had obviously played this little game before.Cestus and Judith began to open the envelopes carefully, one at a time, arranging them into the order of their bid amounts.
There were eight bids in total, including ours.Finally, when all of the bids had been opened, Cestus slowly walked back to the center of the stage, holding two pieces of paper in his pale, bony hand.He glanced at the name on one of them, and then read it aloud.
“The winner is…” He paused dramatically, allowing the suspense to build before announcing the name.”HANNAH OLIVEIROS!”I looked at Hannah, and asked quietly, “How did you know you would win?”“It was easy,” she replied, smiling.”I just wrote ‘Take the highest bid, and double it.' ”I laughed. Such a simple and effective strategy… only my Hannah could have come up with something so elegant on the spur of the moment.Hannah moved towards the stage and Cestus came forward quickly to meet her, barring her way momentarily.He first bowed deeply, and then looked straight into her eyes. With a theatrical flourish, he showed her the other paper, which contained the amount she was to double.In his deep voice, he intoned somewhat coldly, “You do know that this is quite a large amount of money, my dear Mademoiselle. I don’t mean to be indelicate, but…” He paused, and then cleared his throat. “Ahem…”“Monsieur, I’m sure you are familiar with the expression ‘If you have to ask…’, ” Hannah replied and laughed, tossing her long shiny dark brown hair aside as she opened her small black leather Coach clutch purse and removed several large bills.
She placed them in the thin hand that Cestus had greedily extended to receive them.He glanced at them just long enough to verify the proper denominations.
Then he nodded at Judith to signal that all was in order, and moved aside to let Hannah take the stage.Before she moved on, however, she spoke to Cestus again.“For such a large sum, I believe my lover and I should be entitled to not just slake our thirst, but also to…” she then whispered into the tall thin man’s pointed ear, causing him to smile and expose his yellowed fangs once more.“Mademoiselle, you have unusual requirements and tastes,” Cestus replied, unctuously.“However, I am quite sure that this audience will enjoy seeing them gratified. Do what you will.”At this, Hannah gestured to me to join her on the stage.Despite my reluctance to be a part of this show, I had no other choice but to obey.When I did, she whispered to me softly, explaining what she wanted me to do.Now I smiled, showing my own snow-white fangs in the process.Hannah turned towards the audience.“You have already been introduced to Victoria. I would now like you to meet Erica, who will soon be performing for your amusement and delight,” she said in her most sultry voice.“Erica is my submissive, and she will do just about anything I require of her. Isn’t that so, Erica?”I nodded demurely, my eyes cast down towards the floor, where I could still see the pool of fragrant urine under Victoria’s gagged and bound naked body.
“Well, then, why don’t you hold little Victoria still for me?I’m feeling quite thirsty now!” Hannah said.Without a word, I got to my knees behind the girl who was still struggling against her restraints and held her tightly in my arms.
I could feel the perspiration on her skin against mine, and smell the sweet fragrance of her as I bent down towards her face.OMG, it was so hard for me to resist the temptation to drink up the still-warm pee from the floor under her.“Don’t worry. We don’t want to hurt you, but we’re going to have to make this convincing,” I whispered softly into her ear.
"Just go along with it, please. Everything will be alright in the end, I promise!”Just as I finished saying that, Hannah bit hard into Victoria’s neck, sinking her fangs deeply into the small girl and taking a taste of her blood as she writhed in my arms from the pain.I held her as tightly as I could and sent her my empathetic support to help her bear it.I knew what she was feeling, intimately.Although it had been a very long time since I had felt it, it was something I’d never forget: the extreme pain of that first penetration, the searing burn as the razor sharp fangs sank into the vein of one’s neck, the sting of an omo vampire’s bite being particularly severe due to our peculiar venom, the kind that would be lethal unless countered.And I was lucky, having been on death’s doorstep when it happened and barely able to feel it.The pain VIctoria was feeling must have been easily more than a thousand times worse than what I only dimly recalled from my own ordeal so long ago. But it had to be this way.The assembled guests looked on raptly, every one of them wishing they had won the right to drink from her.
They were all so busy watching Hannah feed that none of them noticed as I discreetly unfastened the buckle securing the ball gag behind Victoria’s neck.
“Shhh,” I murmured softly, loosening my grip slightly and stroking her light brown hair gently with one hand to comfort her.I knew what was coming next, and she probably wasn’t going to like it at all.As Hannah finally retracted her fangs, withdrawing them from Victoria’s jugular vein, I could see the two perfectly round holes beginning to close rapidly. She was still in pain, her eyes closed, the omo venom streaking through her body like liquid fire as she writhed in agony.Hannah gestured to me once more, letting me know it was time to remove the ball gag from Victoria’s mouth.I whispered in her ear again.“Hannah’s going to do something now, and you’re not going to like it, but it’s absolutely necessary. You need to take what she’s about to give you.”Hannah laughed loudly, and said, “After such a long drink, I think I need to relieve myself. Erica, would you please help me find a place to do so?”That was my cue; I quickly removed the ball gag from Victoria’s mouth and pressed her cheeks inwards, forcing her lips open as Hannah hiked up her short black leather mini, exposing her bare privates under her skirt.Yes, we had both gone commando this evening, so when she squatted over the bound girl, there was nothing to impede the view of Hannah’s beautifully formed shaved private parts or the flow as a stream of hot and clear blue pee shot out of her urethra, Her urine splashed directly into Victoria’s mouth as I held it firmly open underneath her.I was almost jealous, but Victoria just sputtered and tried to close her mouth or turn her head away so as to not have to swallow Hannah’s urine. Her attempts were in vain; I had too tight of a hold on her.I remembered suddenly that Victoria wasn’t an omo vampire… yet.Hannah’s pee probably didn’t taste so good to her.As for me, I eagerly licked up the bit that had gotten on my hands during the wetting.The audience murmured with delight as Hannah then ordered me to clean up after her, and I licked off the remaining urine from Victoria’s face as tenderly as I could. Then I surreptitiously took a tiny bite of the flesh at the heel of my hand, drawing a small amount of blood. Holding it in my mouth as I kissed her on the lips, I then teased Victoria's mouth open with my tongue and let that bit of my blood out onto hers.I caressed her deeply as she began to respond, her body reacting almost involuntarily to my soft stroking ministrations.Her eyes closed, and she moaned again, but this time with pleasure instead of pain.
The vampires in the theatre all watched in hot fascination as I began to work little Victoria with all my ability, and believe me, Hannah had taught me a few things in all the time I’d known her.
The audience didn’t know it, but we were now bonded as sisters, Victoria, Hannah, and I.(to be continued) \/-----\/ |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD Chapter 13REUNITED (The Doctor)St. Andrew's Hospital, Essex, UK 1991(sound track: HEATHER, by Billy Cobham)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKJqIvn-dMThe rain poured down relentlessly as Petra looked out the window of the small office. The last time she had seen a window without bars on it was more than eight years ago, shortly after the night she and her brother had gone looking for their younger sister Vicky in the suburbs of Paris, only to encounter...Petra turned her thoughts away from that night with only a small degree of effort. She’d become quite an expert at not thinking of certain things in the time she’d spent here, and even at denying the existence of things she knew to be quite real from her own personal experience.Like someone undergoing the tortures of the Inquisition, she had finally recanted under duress, at least externally. It was only by denying what she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt to be real that she could convince these unsuspecting idiots that she was actually sane.The irony of it was not totally lost on her; even the fact that her own personal sense of ethics had prevented her from telling them what they wanted to hear for so long was quite ironic, her insistence on telling the truth about that night being interpreted as clear proof that she was still delusional. Peter had tried his best to have her released. He had even tried corroborating her story to the best of his ability, but he had been outside on the doorstep while she was suffering through her ordeal, and during the brief time he had actually been inside that cold dark room, he couldn’t truthfully say that he’d seen anything at all.Still, he had stood by her all these years, visiting faithfully every weekend and trying to convince her to just tell the doctors what they so obviously wanted to hear: that there were no such things as vampires. That she had experienced some sort of mental breakdown without any apparent cause. That she had imagined the whole thing. That their sister was alive and well, and had simply chosen to arbitrarily leave her life behind and to not have any contact or communicate with her brother in any way for all this time. And they claimed she was delusional?Petra laughed bitterly to herself, eliciting a quick glance from her doctor before getting her emotions in check once more.“Miss Kushkin, are you feeling alright?” he asked solicitously.“Yes, Doctor Perry. I’m fine… I’m just happy I’m finally going home.” Petra smiled warmly at him. He was a gentle and quiet fellow with sandy blonde hair and oval glasses, and his concern for Petra was obvious. In fact, over the years he had had her under his care, he had grown quite fond of her. Her physical appearance hadn’t hurt; her face was still quite beautiful, something even over eight years of her having been institutionalized couldn’t change. Nor did the baggy pajamas issued to all of the clients at St. Andrew's do so much to hide the fact that she also had a stunning figure.As attractive as the doctor found Petra physically, however, he was even more attracted by the quality of her intellect. Even her delusions were logically coherent.Dr. Perry was amazed at the way in which she had been able to keep up her insistence that her story was the truth for so long, and that no matter how he tried to pick her strange tale apart with logic, it stayed consistent. It even made perfect sense… as long as one could bring oneself to believe that vampires actually did exist. There had been times when he had even come close to believing it himself, although he had never let that become evident to his lovely patient.Still, they had made great progress together. Petra was now free of her delusions, and about to be released into her brother’s care. Seeing her for the first time in street clothes, the young doctor couldn’t help noticing her long slim legs as she stood by the window in his office looking out at the rain, lost in thought.The suit she was wearing might not have been quite the same fashionable item it was eight years ago, but that didn’t make any difference to him as he took in the way her grey silk skirt stretched tightly across her shapely bottom, either. He realized now just how much he had bonded with this woman during the time they had spent together, and that he was actually sorry to see her go, even though he was happy for her. He was truly going to miss her... yes, he would even miss the way she kept beating him at chess, he thought, and smiled to himself.His own reverie was interrupted by the buzz of the intercom on his desk. He pressed the switch, and heard the nasal voice of the receptionist announcing that Petra’s brother had arrived.“Excellent, Miss Haverstraw. Please do send him in right away.”Dr. Perry rose from his desk and walked over to where Petra was standing by the window, still staring out at the rain.“Miss Kushkin? Petra?”
The doctor spoke softly, not wanting to startle her.He touched her very gently on her arm and was surprised by the feeling of hard firm muscle underneath her suit jacket.
Between the diet, medications, and lack of vigorous exercise, most of the long term patients at St. Andrew's were soft and doughy; this woman was as physically fit as a panther, though.“Your brother is here. He only has to sign a few documents, and then you’ll be free to go.”Petra turned around to look at him. Doctor Perry had never liked the fluorescent lighting in his office. He always preferred to use the small lamp on his desk, and now he knew why. It was just for this moment to be possible.Looking at Petra with the soft light of the desk lamp accentuating her angular cheekbones, the slightly Asian cast of her brown eyes, her pale, almost translucent skin, her long dark brown hair framing her pretty face, she reminded him of the girl in the Modigliani painting 'Jeanne Hebuterne'. She was exotic, and she was so beautiful. She was perfect.There was a knock on the door. Stirring out of his dream state again, the doctor tore his gaze away from the lovely woman at the window and said, “Come in.”The dark, heavy wood-paneled door opened, and Peter Kushkin walked in.Petra wanted to shout with joy and fling her arms around him immediately, but she managed to restrain herself somehow. There would be time for that later; for now she just smiled and spoke softly. “Hello, Peter. So glad you could make it.”Both Peter and Dr. Perry laughed at her quiet understated remark, and the doctor motioned for Peter to sit at the large desk. He pushed a few sheets of paper in front of her brother and indicated where he was to sign.“Alright, this is the last one,” Doctor Perry said, finally.Peter affixed his signature to the proper place, and the doctor placed the stack of release papers in the file on his desk.He got up from behind the desk, and extended his hand to Peter, who took it in his own large hand and shook it rather vigorously. This was as close as Peter would come to showing his true feeling of elation at finally getting his sister back.“Thank you so much, Doctor Perry,” he said.Petra walked over to her doctor, and gave him a hug, taking him by surprise. He adjusted his glasses on his nose, startled as much by the strength of her embrace as by its unexpected quality.“Yes, Doctor. Thank you so much. For everything,” Petra said, softly.
"You.. you're very welcome, both of you," Dr. Perry stammered, a bit flustered now.Petra smiled at him warmly once more, then turned and followed her brother out of his office. The good doctor shut the door behind them and then sat back down in his chair, thinking about things he probably shouldn’t, but could finally allow himself to. Meanwhile, Petra followed Peter down the hallway and out the front door of St. Andrew's into the pouring rain. Peter hadn’t thought to bring an umbrella, but she didn’t care. She was feeling the cold rain on her face and seeing the fading light of an English autumn evening with nothing between her and it as she walked down the short flight of steps to where Peter’s black BMW M5 car was waiting.Peter held the door open for her to get in, then walked around to the right side and climbed behind the wheel. He leaned over and popped the glove box open, pulled out a pack of John Player Specials, and then casually tossed them into his sister’s lap along with a lighter. “Thought you might fancy a fag,” he said quietly.Petra pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between her lips, and lit it without a word. She knew she didn’t need to say anything. Their psychic connection was already telling her twin brother everything she was feeling at this moment, and it could all be summed up in one short sentence.She was finally free again.-----------------===================------------------------St. Andrew’s Psychiatric Hospital, Essex, UK Excerpted from Doctor’s Clinical Notes re: female patient PK 9/13/82: Patient presents as 24 yo female (DOB. 4/11/58) with no prior history of psychiatric problems. No allergies, no prior history of drug usage or addiction.
Patient was admitted to hospital with minor physical injuries but soon showed signs of severe psychological trauma – i.e. paranoid schizophrenic delusions. In preliminary interview, patient repeatedly claimed younger sister had been ‘abducted by vampires’, and that she must ‘rescue her’. Became violent; had to be put in restraints.
Performed PSYCH. EVAL. & OK’d subsequent admission to psych. ward.
Patient transferred to St. Andrews, admitted and placed under my care.Patient exhibits symptoms as follows:
severe agitation, sleep disorders, nightmares, frequent nighttime bed wetting. Daytime depression alternating with manic state… Subject to fits of rage. Occasional daytime incontinence. RX. Thorazine / 50mg PO 2x daily. 1983: Minimal progress. Increased dosage to 100mg 2x daily.1984: Minimal progress. Further increased dosage contraindicated.1985-1989: idem1990: Entered patient in clinical trials for experimental drug Sertraline. Responsive. Marked improvement. Reduced agitation, sleep patterns normalized, bed wetting reduced. Delusions less prevalent. 1991: Patient released into brother’s custody.Patient will need to continue antidepressant/antipsychotic medication as per RX:
50mg Sertraline PO 2x daily / 100mg Clozapine PO 1x daily (bedtime) 3 month follow-up, then 6 month, then yearly.Prognosis: Guarded, but optimistic of full recovery.G. Perry, MBChB(to be continued) \/-----\/ |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.14)SPEAK SOFTLY AND CARRY A BIG STAKE (The Hunters)Cannes, 1996
(sound track: ALONE TOGETHER, by Jim Hall and Ron Carter)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSocNJ7UR7YFourteen years isn’t much in the life of a vampire, but it had certainly taken its toll on the twins. It had been particularly tough on Petra, since she had spent eight of those years confined to a mental institution. No one except her brother Peter had believed her strange story about Vicky being abducted by vampires. Even he had difficulty believing it at first, and he had actually experienced their supernatural presence at first hand. However, after some time spent following the bloody trail the three girls were leaving behind themselves, he had become convinced that they were dealing with something not quite of this world.The twins had spent the intervening years since Petra’s release studying, training, and tracking. Petra hadn’t totally wasted her time while she was locked away either. She had spent as much of it as possible keeping her mind and her body fit for the day when she would be free and able to resume the hunt for her little sister. The chess games with Dr. Perry had helped to keep her mental faculties sharp, and rigorous daily workout sessions in the privacy of her room had kept her body in superb shape. Peter had done the same, and had also been able to do some studying of their prey on his own, something that Petra had not been permitted to do by her doctors.The well-meaning staff at St. Andrew’s had denied her access to any reading material having to do with vampires, fearing that it would only serve to feed her ‘delusional obsessions’, as they put it. In any case, by now both Peter and Petra had become quite adept at finding and killing vampires. They had found and killed quite a few, but had never managed to get close enough to Vicky and the women she traveled with to even catch a glimpse of them. The elusive trio had been within reach more than once, but had always managed to disappear like wraiths into the night before the twins could strike.Fourteen years of false leads, cold trails, and near misses. Peter sincerely hoped they could finally catch up to them this time; he and his sister were getting a little older, and a little slower, too. Not what you wanted to be when facing a skilled and powerful vampire opponent, much less three of them. Still, they had always beaten every single vampire they had faced up until now, although both of the twins bore enough scars to remind them of how close it had been to a loss now and then.Timing was everything when fighting vampires. You had to catch them when they were at their weakest in order to have any chance at all of killing these unholy creatures, Peter thought as he looked back at the previous fourteen years’ worth of battle, almost nine of them all on his own while his sister had been locked up at St. Andrew’s. Those years had been the hardest for him, working alone in secret, unable to share what he was doing with anyone, his two sisters both distanced from him in one way or another. Of course, he had been actively hunting vampires during that interval; in fact, just about every minute of his spare time had been dedicated to that pursuit.No wife or girlfriend, estranged from his co-workers at his job, his parents dead, no friends to speak of with whom he could share either good times or bad ones… he now realized that he had become somewhat hard and cold emotionally as a result of his lonely quest. Yes, he reflected bitterly, apparently vampires could transform you even without having to take a sip of your blood.The three they were about to face were probably going to be the smartest, fastest, and strongest they had ever taken on, with the added complication that one of them was family and shared their psychic connection. It was not as strong as the connection between Peter and his twin sister, but it was enough that the vampires could usually anticipate their moves and stay ahead of them, avoiding a fight. The twins were aware that at any time they had wanted to, their vampire prey could have simply used Vicky’s psychic connection to find them, and bring matters to a head. For some inexplicable reason, they had chosen to remain the hunted… so far. Well, the reasoning behind it didn’t really matter much one way or another. The important thing was to not let that make the two hunters careless. At any moment, their prey could turn around and become the predator, and the Kushkin twins would probably have to pay a steep price for not noticing the change.Peter started to take inventory of their weapons. Petra’s favorite crossbow and the steel-tipped arrows she preferred were laid out on the table, ready to be coated with fresh garlic. It was really just the arrows that did the work; one of those through the heart would pretty much put down anything, really, alive or undead. The garlic was just a little extra insurance. Peter had never seen a vampire succumb to an overdose of garlic, but better safe than sorry. He figured it certainly couldn’t hurt… then laughed at the thought.“‘Couldn’t hurt’? But I want it to hurt; I want it to not just hurt, I want it to destroy them!” From the hotel bathroom where she was getting ready, Petra called out to him.“Peter, did you say something?”“Nothing important, Petra. I’m just talking to myself again.”He pulled his .357 Magnum out of its holster, and popped the chamber open, making sure he had a full load of rounds.All of the bullets were carved with an x, or cross, at the tip.Dumdums, with the power of the .357 behind them, would leave a hell of an exit wound.
He placed the handgun back in its holster and laid it on the table.
Now it was time to look over the semi-automatic weapons. The twins were fans of the Heckler & Koch machine pistols; Petra carried the MP5 while Peter preferred the MP7 model. Both guns were light, compact enough to conceal under a coat, had a good rate of fire and also packed a decent wallop at close range without the penalty of excessive recoil.Full clips for each gun, plus at least six extra ones apiece. He put the clips, some C4 and a few mini detonators into a black nylon rucksack. C4 was always useful for blowing open barricaded doors or tombs, or for taking out a large group of too-eager pursuers.Although vampires had amazing regenerative powers, it was pretty hard to come back from being blown to smithereens, he had noticed. He added a few flash bang grenades to the rucksack, as well as three sets of night vision goggles; it was always a good idea to have a spare pair of those, just in case.Petra came out of the bathroom, dressed entirely in black leather. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and it now had a pronounced white streak at her right forehead. She walked over to the table and picked up her knife in its scabbard. “Sometimes you just have to reach out and touch someone,” she said to Peter, as she stroked the sheathed blade almost sensually with her long fingers before strapping it to her slim thigh with a well-practiced motion.They both laughed at her grim joke. Hand to hand combat with a vampire was no laughing matter, really, and both of them hoped it wouldn’t come to that but they wouldn’t be caught unprepared in any case.Peter picked up the matching knife from the table, withdrew it, and checked the edge. Honed to perfection, just as he was, and just as Petra was. He was eager for a fight now, the adrenaline starting to pump through his system.“Too early,” he thought, and began to breathe, and count slowly to ten again.----------------------------------------------------------------------------The hotel room clock was showing 23:10 when Petra stirred in her chair as Peter called to her quietly. “Come on, sis. It’s time to go.”Petra had been dreaming another one of her bizarre dreams again, the one where she was tied up tightly at the mercy of those vampires who had taken Vicky, and been forced to wet herself over and over again.As she woke up, she could feel a warm dampness down between her slender legs, and she hoped that that warmth was only from the arousal she had felt while dreaming, and nothing more. After the incident at the house in Porte de Vanves, she had often had trouble containing her urine; there were instances where she had wet herself during the daytime, and she had started wetting her bed frequently at night also. She wasn’t really sure why it was happening; whether she really couldn’t control it, or if it just felt so good to let it go. In any case, in her mind the act of peeing was inextricably linked to the feeling of sexual arousal for her now, and she couldn’t ever experience one without the other.It was as if those few hours under the control of those two vampire girls had conditioned her for life, she thought.She had gradually managed to re-train herself to be able to hold it in again, but had never been able to get back to the level she had been at before that night. Holding for ten hours or more just seemed impossible now, even if she wanted to, and the act of urinating was still always accompanied by an ecstatic feeling whenever she had to go. It was both a blessing and a curse, depending on where she happened to be when the urge overtook her.She was glad she had peed earlier while she was getting ready in the bathroom, but decided to make another visit before they left, just in case. -------------------------------------------------------------------On the street outside of the small house, Petra waited after ringing the doorbell.The door was opened by a tall, thin, pale man with a bald head, very long fingers and unnaturally pointy ears.“May I help you, mademoiselle?” he asked, in a tone which made it quite clear that he had no real desire to be of any assistance whatsoever.“Excuse me; I’m so sorry, but my rental car has broken down around the corner and I was wondering if I could possibly use your phone. My cell phone isn’t getting service here for some reason.” Petra tried to sound as innocent as possible.“I’m afraid that our phone isn’t working either at the moment, mademoiselle. You will have to seek assistance elsewhere, I’m sorry to say.” With that, the thin man closed the door in her face.“How rude!” Petra thought to herself, laughing.Vampires were usually such a polite lot, at least while they were trying to entice you to enter their lair. It was only after you were inside that things got nasty most of the time.She walked back around the corner to where Peter was waiting, and reported the situation back to him. “Small private house, no lights, probably about twelve to fifteen vamps inside judging by the sound of it. The host is an old one, definitely. He didn’t invite me in… they must already have something going on.” “Twelve to fifteen, you say? I don’t like those odds at all, especially in a small space.” Peter muttered. “I think we’d better wait outside until at least some of them leave. At this point we’re not even sure that Vicky is in there, anyhow.”“Fine, Peter. They’ll all have to leave before daybreak in any case,” Petra said.
She pulled out a slim package of Gitanes, placed one between her lips, and lit it, inhaling deeply. As she exhaled, she blew smoke rings towards her brother.“Some things never change,” Peter thought as he smiled to himself.-------------------------------------------------------------------------A few hours later, there was the sound of the front door opening, and the first vampires began to take their leave, bidding their tall, thin host farewell with varying degrees of formality and affection.“Good day,“ he said as each guest passed through the doorway. “I hope you will come back again soon.”“Good day?” said one of the departing guests in a flippant tone. “Is there ever such a thing for us, really?”The host replied, “Any day that you don’t get to see is a good day.” They all laughed at his comment before disappearing into the night.The twins, meanwhile, were keeping a head count on the guests as they left the house. By now there would only be about six vampires left inside, including the man who had answered the front door when Petra rang the bell, but that was still quite a disadvantage in numbers. It usually took both of them fighting as hard as they could to dispatch a single weakened vampire adversary from up close. Their teleportation abilities wouldn’t work once you had a hold on them; the twins had learned that. But then you had a tiger by the tail, no doubt about it. It would be better if a few more vampires left before the fighting started. Right on cue, the door opened, and two more bloodsuckers exited the house. One was a tall, striking woman with smooth olive skin and wavy dark brown hair, and the other was a much smaller girl. The smaller girl’s hair was reddish-brown in color. At first the twins thought that these were the two women that their sister had been abducted by, and Petra was ready to take them on right then and there. Peter had to hold her back. He whispered urgently in her ear, “Wait… I don’t think it’s them. I mean, where’s Vicky?” As Peter asked that, the small girl turned to her companion.“I thought that went rather well, all things considered,” she said.The tall woman laughed.“Yes, we got what we needed for the moment. With that bunch, no need to start anything; now that Vicky is a sister, we should be able to find them any time we wish,” she said. “We have time to catch up with them, and free her.”“Free her…” As the Kushkins heard that, they were both glad they had paused for a moment before starting a fight.
Strangely enough, these two bloodsuckers wanted to help their little sister also? Suddenly, the tall woman looked straight into the darkness where the twins were concealing themselves.
She spoke softly, but her voice seemed to carry on the pitch black of the night.“I know you’re there; I also know who you are, and I know what you’re doing here," she said."Don’t worry; you’ll be safe with us. Please come out now.”(to be continued) \/-----\/ |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 15)FOURPLAY (Petra and Cool)CANNES, 1996(sound track: Philip Glass String Quartet No. 4First movement, performed by the Kronos Quartet)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViXDNiOHE_U“Please come out now,” the tall woman repeated.Peter and Petra looked at one another, both of them thinking the same thing.
Friend or foe, this woman knew where they were hiding, so there was no point in trying to stay concealed any longer.Petra stepped out of the shadows and approached the duo warily, one hand on the machine pistol hidden under her long leather coat.
If this was some kind of a trap, at least one bloodsucker was going to get a face full of lead in a minute or so.Meanwhile, Peter hung back with his machine pistol at the ready, trying to keep both vampires in his sights.
Suddenly, the smaller one disappeared.In a fraction of a heartbeat, she materialized behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.“You can put the gun down,” she said, smiling. “If we wanted to harm you, you would both be dead already. So you might as well just trust us.”Peter laughed out loud, recognizing the truth of it. There was no denying what she had just said.Two teleporting vamps at full strength, in the darkness… there was no way they were going to win that fight.He dropped his weapon to his side, flicking the safety catch back on.If these two vampires wanted to kill them, they were already as good as dead anyhow, so what difference did it make?“Let’s get away from here,” the tall woman said quietly. “We need to talk about a few things now; very important things. I’m Hannah, and I suppose you've already met Cool.”--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hannah had decided that the best plan would be to hide in plain sight.The film festival truce made vamps and humans sitting together a common enough occurrence that we wouldn’t draw attention to ourselves, so we were back at the same café in the center of town where we'd first spotted Victoria with Judith and Kris.I pulled my skirt down towards my knees again; this darn thing was really starting to get on my nerves.I needed a cigarette badly, too.Unfortunately, my pack was empty. I had already smoked my last Gitane a half hour ago. I wasn’t about to interrupt our meeting just to go buy another pack, either. Hannah wouldn’t approve, for starters.As the one named Petra glanced over in my direction, she pulled a small, flat blue box from the inside pocket of her long black leather coat, which was draped over the back of her chair. The two of them had already stashed all of their considerable armament in the trunk of their rental car, so I figured that they had decided to trust us at this point.“Cigarette?” she asked, offering the pack of Gitanes to me after pulling one out for herself. I guess she had noticed my hungry stare.“Thanks, don’t mind if I do,” I replied, taking one from the pack for myself.I reached into the pocket of my skirt for my lighter, and then lit her cigarette before putting the flame to my own.She inhaled deeply, and then she smiled a very pretty smile at me as I took in the smoke from mine. We both laughed at the same time as we realized that we had more in common than just the desire to see Victoria get free of those two demon vamps.“Now, let’s talk about exactly what we’re doing here,” Peter said. “I think we all want the same thing in the long run, which is for Vicky to be free and happy, am I right?”“Essentially, yes,” Hannah said. “I’m not sure we would interpret that state in precisely the same way, however.Things are a bit more complicated now.”“Complicated in which way?” Petra asked tersely.
I could tell she was a bit tense, and I knew why, too.She had to pee really badly, but didn’t want to show it.Of course, it was totally obvious to an omo vampire like myself, but she had no way of knowing that.So I just sat quietly enjoying her growing desperation as she began to squirm ever so slightly in her chair.“Well, Vicky is actually part of three separate families now,” Hannah said. “She’s your sister, of course. But she is also a sister to those two devils, and now, also to the two of us.”“So what does that mean exactly?” Peter asked.“Well, for starters, it means we can track her accurately from now on. We have a kind of link to her now, just as you do, but ours is more precise and specific.” Hannah explained.“It also means we have a responsibility to look out for her, something those other two have obviously not been doing. Instead, they have been exploiting her, and we’re not going to stand for that,” she said, anger flashing behind her eyes.As Hannah spoke, I kept my own eyes on Petra.
She was irresistible, really… such a beautiful girl, so intense, and so charmingly desperate.Her desperation was increasing with each passing moment, too. It was actually kind of cute, the way she was doing a sort of sitting pee dance now.I glanced quickly over at Hannah, and our eyes met for a second; she was trying so hard not to smile either.Finally, I took pity on the poor girl and stood up, tugging at the hem of my miniskirt yet again.
You'd think it wanted to be a scarf, the way the darn thing kept heading towards my neck.”Sorry, I really have to go pee. Would you all excuse me for a brief minute or two?" I said.I probably could have continued to hold for hours, but I didn’t think the pretty girl sitting across from me could have taken too much more herself. In fact, she jumped at the chance I had subtly offered her.“I need to freshen up a bit myself,” Petra said. “Do you mind if I come with you?”“The more the merrier,” I responded, smiling at my new friend as she got up.
We both stubbed out our cigarettes in the ashtray on the table and then headed towards the rest room at the back of the café together.
As soon as we got there, she rushed for the open stall.“Do you mind? I’m rather urgently in need of a wee!”I laughed and said, “I could tell. Don’t worry, I can hold on for at least a few more minutes.”“Thank goodness!” she said, as I heard the sound of a strong stream of pee splashing into the toilet almost immediately. I had to make a real effort not to burst in on her and do all the things i was thinking of... OMHG.
“I’m so sorry, but I very nearly wet my knickers this time.”“It’s OK, really. I’ve been there quite a few times myself,” I said reassuringly. She had no idea, really.
I could feel her ecstasy as she relieved herself, her leather trousers and delicate black lace panties down around her boots now as she sat on the toilet, sighing with pleasure.Meanwhile, I took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter trying to ease a bit of the pressure on my toes from the pointy stiletto heels I was still wearing.
It certainly would be a long time before I let Hannah talk me into wearing an outfit like this again… several lifetimes, maybe.I heard the toilet flush, and the lovely Petra emerged from the stall, all businesslike and properly British now that she was no longer desperate.
It was kind of a shame, really; I liked seeing her the other way better.Well, I would certainly get another chance soon enough, I thought to myself, smiling.“So, Cool, what are we going to do about Vicky?” she asked as she ran water to wash her hands in the basin next to me.“Hey, Hannah’s the planner,” I replied. “I just do whatever she tells me to, really.”“You don’t say? Anything at all she tells you to?” she said, as she arched a pretty eyebrow at me, her hands covered with a soapy lather of suds.“We have an, ahem, interesting relationship, the two of us," I replied with a grin."Not sure I want to go into it all with you right at the moment though… it’s a very long story, and we should probably be getting back.”“I suppose you’re right,” she said, rinsning her hands and then drying them off thoroughly with some paper towels.
She wadded the used paper towels up into a tight ball and then tossed them into the wastebasket behind her without even looking. A perfect 3 point shot…“Perhaps some other time then. Hullo, don’t you still have to use the loo?” Petra asked quizzically.“Not really. But I could tell you certainly did, and you weren’t going to get up to use the toilet unless I gave you an excuse,” I answered. “I really didn’t want to see you suffer any more.”“Well, thanks for that, then,” she said, smiling at me once again. "I really do appreciate it."I may have been enjoying her desperation a bit more than I wanted to let on, but it was still the truth.I liked this girl; yes, almost right from the moment we had first met. She had beauty, skills, intelligence, and tact.
She was, in point of fact, ‘most impressive’, to quote a famous film character.
And she looked almost as good as Hannah did all dressed up in her tight black leather outfit; I have a weakness for girls in black leather.
We made our way back to the table where Hannah and Peter were sitting and laughing together.“So he actually wet himself when you pulled out her picture?” Hannah asked.“I think he must have been expecting a gun or something like that,” Peter replied, smiling and pointing a finger.“Well, considering how much in the way of weapons the both of you had on you tonight, I can see why he might have been a bit concerned.” Hannah smiled at him. “Not that any of it would have done you a bit of good against us…”“Hmm, probably not in the end. But we’d have put up a good fight... for at least a minute or two,” Peter replied.
They both laughed at that as Petra and I sat down at the small round table again.“Did you girls enjoy yourselves?” Hannah asked, smiling slyly.“It was simply marvelous,” I replied. “In fact, we’re thinking about visiting again just as soon as we can.”“Yes, we can hardly wait to go back,” Petra quipped, following my lead.“AHEM…I hate to interrupt, but why don’t we get back to the business at hand?” Peter said.“Right. We weren’t going to win a battle against that evil lot at the Petit Bal, so we just made sure we’d be able to track Victoria no matter where they take her from now on," Hannah said, serious again. "Even without that though, I have the feeling that they will be returning to Paris soon. Vicky isn't enough for the two of them for more than a couple of days, and they are far too ravenous to stay anywhere they can't feed constantly.”“So then, what’s the plan, planner?” Petra smiled at me as she said that.“We follow them to wherever they are going. Hopefully we’ll be in a situation where we aren’t outnumbered, and we can claim her by simple right of seniority.” Hannah shook her head grimly. “Of course, we may very well still end up having to fight to get her away from those two demons.”“We’ve fought vampires before. We’ve even put a few to rest now and again,” Peter said, smiling.
"No offense intended to present company, of course."“We’ll be glad to help in any way we can," Petra added emphatically. "She is still our sister, no matter what else she may have become.”"I guess that makes us all family then," I said, smiling back at her.
(to be continued) \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, yes, it's Friday once again, and that means it's time for the next thrilling episode of my omo vampire tale.
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (PT. 16)FOR THE DEAD TRAVEL FAST (Vicky)Somewhere between Cannes and Paris, 1996(sound track: When Doves Cry/Beautifully Broken, by Gov't Mule)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4neIJ3yGH4
Vicky had already been feeling the urge to pee pretty badly when the three of them boarded the evening TGV train to travel back from Cannes to the Gare de Lyon in Paris.Her sadistic sisters Judith and Kris hadn’t allowed her to use the bathroom back at the hotel in the intervening time since their little show at the Petit Bal des Vampires.This was her punishment for losing control of her bladder so unexpectedly the night before and almost ruining their performance, which would have resulted in them forfeiting their fee if it weren’t for Judith’s quick thinking to auction her off to the highest bidder, if only for the tasting.“I guess you need a bit more practice at holding.” Kris had said with her usual evil laugh.
“Well, we can certainly arrange that easily enough!”And so it had begun.Now, quite a few hours later, Vicky was leaking urine at a fairly steady rate into her full-back bikini panties.
The cotton crotch panel was already close to soaked; she was afraid that it wouldn’t be able to fully absorb the next uncontrollable spurt of pee when it happened, so she sat very upright with her legs tightly double crossed trying to put pressure on her tortured bladder’s sphincter muscles while keeping pressure off of the bladder itself.Still, she knew that the next little squirt was inevitable and that a trickle of hot pee would soon be running down the inside of her shapely thighs. She wished that she could hold herself down there, both because the pressure on her wee hole would help keep the urine in and because she was not a little aroused by her humiliating predicament, but Judith and Kris had absolutely forbidden her to touch herself there in any way ever since they had taken possession of her back in Paris years ago.They wanted to reinforce that fact that she was their little toy to do with as they pleased and that she had no control or say in the matter, and after all this time she was well trained and conditioned to do exactly as they wished.So if they wanted her to hold until she couldn’t anymore and was forced to wet herself in public, that’s what she’d have to do, even if it was totally humiliating.She even found that incredibly thrilling for some strange reason, by her own natural inclination as well as from her training.So now she sat there, right on the verge of completely losing control and wetting herself, but trying desperately to hold on for as long as possible before the inevitable finally did occur.She turned and looked out of the window to try and take her mind off of her desperate state but what little she could make out of the scenery was rushing by so quickly that it was making her queasy, and she had to look away after only a brief moment or two.So instead, she looked across the small table to where Judith and Kris both sat opposite her.Judith was reading a book in some foreign language Vicky didn’t recognize, while Kris was watching her Intently, enjoying every second of her enforced desperation.“So, how are we feeling now, sweetie? Kind of full, are we?”The small redhead grinned at her evilly.“I bet you’d really love to be able to use the rest room right this second, wouldn’t you?” she said quietly as she took a long sip from her large bottle of Evian water.Vicky just squirmed even more in her seat as she felt a few more drops of pee escape from her bladder and leak past the bottleneck of her tortured urethra into the little white cotton schoolgirl panties she was wearing under her short denim skirt.Those panties were totally wet by now, but she was still managing to hold back the main flood somehow, using every bit of concentration and willpower she had in order to do it.At least, for the moment, it felt warm down there from her aroused wetness.The white cotton tank top she had on wasn’t doing much to make her comfortable since the air conditioning on the high tech train was going full blast. That was keeping her nipples erect, and the sensation of them rubbing against her thin shirt was adding to her arousal just as much as the cold air blowing on her exposed skin was adding to her urgent need to release the contents of her all too full bladder.She tried to discreetly undo the top button of her denim mini to relieve some of the pressure, but Kris was watching her too closely.“And just what do you think you’re doing?” she said harshly, leaning over and smacking Vicky’s hand away from the waistband of her skirt.“Please, Kris! I’m begging you, please, let me just undo the button,” Vicky pleaded softly. “You know I can’t take this too much longer.”“You’ll hold for as long as we make you hold, little girl. And I swear if you have an accident in public, you’ll be punished even more severely for it. You know I’m not kidding, either.”That was typical Kris, though.First she would manipulate poor Vicky into a situation where it was impossible for her not to have an accident in public, then she’d threaten a severe consequence for any loss of control, fully aware that there was no way for Vicky to not lose control of her bladder and pee her panties eventually, no matter how hard she tried.So Kris would just sit back and enjoy the show every time, and she would enjoy the guaranteed punishment session that would always follow even more."What a bitch…she knows I'm going to end up losing control anyway ..."Almost right on cue, Victoria felt another small spurt of urine escape, dampening her bikini panties once again before she was able to contract her weakened pelvic floor muscles to stem the flow.“OMG…. I’m going to wet my knickers soon, I can’t help myself,” she thought, her mind occupied with her desperate state almost to the point of excluding all else.She squeezed her legs together as tightly as she could, but knew that no matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge for too much longer, Kris’ threats of any subsequent punishment notwithstanding.She had leaked enough pee into her knickers by now that she could even smell it too, although with all the water they had made her drink, her urine was virtually clear and almost sweet in odor, not acridly offensive.Little girl pee… just the way Kris liked it.Almost immediately after that thought crossed her mind, Vicky gasped softly as she felt another stream of urine spurt into her knickers again, wetting her soft and smooth inner thighs thoroughly and forming hot droplets there before trickling down and being absorbed by the denim miniskirt under her bottom.She was on the verge of losing it totally now, another spurt like that last one and there would be no way for her to stop it any more. The stream of pee flowing into her panties would become continuous as the floodgates of her sphincter muscles opened and her bladder would begin to release its contents uncontrollably as she sat there, helplessly wetting herself just like the shy and nervous little fourteen year old girl they had conditioned her into being, psychologically at least.Just the very thought of finally releasing her pee was bliss, and she was so ready to let go now, no matter where she was, no matter how embarrassed she would be, no matter what the consequences would be for doing so afterwards.Suddenly, she felt a thought enter her head.“Yes, you can do that… but hold on just a little longer, sweetie.”Somehow she knew where the thought had originated; it was that girl she had been pleasured by at the Petit Bal des Vampires… Erica.Somehow Erica was inside her head right now.“Yes, Vicky, it’s me. We are omo vampire sisters now, and we can communicate this way,” Erica said telepathically. “Please hold on just a little longer for me. Right now I’m desperate too; it feels so good and I want to share this with you, yes, but there’s also another reason.”Vicky thought, “Is this really happening, or am I losing my mind?””You’re not losing your mind. The other two will pick up on your arousal and the moment when you climax, but they can’t read your thoughts and hear what I’m saying to you,” Erica explained. “The sex vibes will block out everything else for them, so let your arousal build a bit longer while I tell you what’s going on, OK?”Victoria couldn’t believe this. She made a supreme effort to keep holding, despite the urge to release the contents of her swollen, bulging bladder being almost impossible to resist now. The feeling would be good enough to push her over the edge into a huge orgasm, she knew that much from previous experience.It was so very hard for her to resist the urge to pee now.Judith had put her book down and was pressing her thighs together under the table, and shameless Kris had her hand down between her legs, rubbing her own privates. The two evil vampires could feel every single thing she was feeling now, all of the heat and dampness from Victoria’s arousal transferring to them and feeding back on itself.Meanwhile, Vicky continued holding desperately, still leaking and spurting periodically into her panties in the most pleasurable way imaginable as Erica continued on.“Just hang on a little while longer, sweetie. We are all together now; your brother, your sister, Hannah and I have joined forces, and we’re coming for you, I promise.”Vicky could feel the truth of that inside her head, all mixed in with the voluptuous sensations of arousal and desperation. This was so intense it was almost unbearable.
First there were her own feelings, then those of Kris and Judith on top of that.Now there was a fourth and fifth set of sensations added to the mix; those of her two new sisters Erica and Hannah. Just when felt she couldn’t take any more, she could feel her older sibling Petra’s arousal added in as well. And Petra was desperate also. OMG…That was the final straw.Pushed to the absolute limit of her ability to hold and compounded by the extreme state of arousal she was in, Victoria gasped loudly as her tired sphincter muscles gave way and she began to pee forcefully into her white cotton knickers, the hot clear liquid coming out with a hissing sound that seemed quite loud to her ears as it shot through them.She was unable to prevent it from happening, and so urine now flowed continuously out of her, wetting her thighs and her bottom, soaking through her panties and her skirt, overflowing onto the seat and making its way to the floor like a mini waterfall, running in rivulets down her bare legs into her white schoolgirl socks and sneakers.The hot, fragrant pee was coming out of her like an endless unstoppable flood and now she began coming as well, her cheeks red with the humiliation of it, her mind filled with all of the conflicting emotions of her complete and utter embarrassment, but also her agitatedly aroused state now finally being relieved as the intense waves of orgasm washed over her, racking her trembling body with the most intense tremors.It went on for what seemed like forever, both the peeing and her orgasm.Judith and Kris were almost incapacitated by the intensity of what Vicky was feeling as it was transferred to them.
There was no way they would be able to hear Erica’s thoughts as they echoed in Vicky’s mind.“OMHG, that was so amazing; thanks, sis! We’ll see you in Paris soon!”Vicky glanced anxiously down at the huge puddle she had just made on the floor.Her knickers were soaked, her skirt, socks and sneakers were too, and the seat under her was a mess.
She sighed deeply with both relief and despair, knowing that no matter how much Judith and Kris had enjoyed themselves during that little episode, she was still going to have to pay a harsh price for losing control of her bladder in public.But at least now she had hope that things might be changing for the better in the very near future.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
Oh my gosh, is it Friday already?
It's been a bit of a rough week for me, i must admit... but work is salvation,
and the routines of everyday life help to cope with grief and sadness.
So, here is this week's chapter of SoB; i hope that you will enjoy it,
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.17)EXTERMINATING ANGEL (The Enforcer)somewhere in Upstate New York, 1980(sound track: music from Dracula, by Philip Glass)
An invitation from the Council of Elders was not something one could simply turn down.You went, and whatever happened, you simply had to accept it… just the way it happened.So we went. I had insisted on coming along, even though it was pretty obvious that Hannah would have preferred for me to remain at home. Personally, I figured that if there were any troubles brewing, my staying home would only delay the inevitable. I like to get the bad news as soon as possible, if there’s any coming at all.So we both went for a little evening drive through the Catskills, to the outskirts of the small town in upstate New York where the vampire Elders had their headquarters.By the time we arrived, it was past midnight. Hannah steered the car through the front gate and onto the long, winding, tree-lined driveway leading to the main house; it was still a good couple of minutes before it came into view.“Quite the spread,” I murmured.“This is nothing," Hannah replied. “In the old country, they owned property the size of this whole county.”==========================================================================I waited outside the mansion, pacing back and forth on the large porch as I chain smoked cigarette after cigarette.I had begun smoking shortly after being turned; it seemed to fit well with my new existence. Now I inhaled the smoke deeply, savoring the taste of it and the burning sensation in my lungs. I paced, because I was worried, scared and angry all at once; and to top it all off, I really needed to pee.
As usual.But Hannah had asked me to wait outside for her, and that's what I would do.
So, I paced, and I smoked....==============================================================“Welcome, Hannah Oliveiros. It is good to see you again after so long an absence from this circle, and looking so happy,” the rather portly, almost cherubic man said, beaming at her from under a fringe of snow white hair.
“Thank you, Elder Severin. It is good to see you as well.” Hannah spoke softly.Indeed, I am happy at the moment; I hope that will not change in the next few minutes, she thought to herself.Hannah was wary of Elders in a seemingly good mood even more than when they were angry.At least their anger was predictable.“To what do I owe the honor of an audience with you this time, Elders?”“We have a small problem we are hoping you can help with, Hannah Oliveiros. You seem to us to be ideally suited for this task, and we know that you will not refuse us this service.”
Elder Severin looked at Hannah intently as he spoke.“In what way might I be of service to the Council of Elders?” Hannah inquired cautiously.She couldn't help thinking back to the last time she had met with the Council, and the nature of the service they had demanded then. It had almost ended in disaster for her. What would they require of her this time? Hadn’t she already given them enough?“We have appointed you as an enforcer,” Severin said.“Your clarity of mind, purity of soul, and unique physical skills make you more qualified to take on this mission than any other we already have in service.” Elder Philippa answered her unspoken question. Philippa was a beautiful woman with alabaster skin, blue eyes like icicles, ruby red lips and long flowing blonde hair, as pale and as willowy as Severin was ruddy and rotund.An enforcer? Hannah’s mind was reeling from the shock.To call this ‘service’ was an understatement; ‘enslavement’ was perhaps a more appropriate definition.To be an enforcer was to be on call every minute of every day ready to do the bidding of the High Council of Elders, enforcing the rules all vampires had to obey or face the consequences. And those consequences could be quite severe, even final.Enforcers could destroy other vampires practically at will, with no fear of any retaliation or sanction.As a result, only the most faithful, pure and trustworthy ones were ever appointed to the position.It was a great honor, yes; but also a huge burden to bear.“Although I am most honored to even be considered, I must respectfully decline,” Hannah said, choosing her words carefully. “I have no desire to be an enforcer, I don’t enjoy destroying anyone, whether someone else thinks they deserve it or not.”“It is precisely because you do not desire the position, and will gain no personal satisfaction from discharging your duties that you are the perfect candidate for it,” the Elder Magdalena said.“Is there no one else who can take on this task? I cannot willingly assume such a great responsibility by my own choosing.”“You misunderstand us, Hannah Oliveiros, for we are not offering you a choice. It is quite simple; you will either serve, or both you and your little one will be destroyed instead.”Elder Philippa's eyes narrowed as she spoke sternly, and Hannah had no reason to doubt the seriousness of her threat.“That’s quite unfair; Erica has nothing at all to do with this business, and should be left out of it. Any consequences for my decision should be mine and mine alone.”Hannah was both angry and concerned now.“What should be and what is are often two different things, Hannah Oliveiros,” Elder Magdalena said.
Magdalena was voluptuous, raven haired, sensual, and rumored to be cruel beyond the powers of imagination.
“That little thing waiting outside should be dead, but you managed to keep her here. To what purpose?”“I don’t know, really; something told me to save her, and I did," Hannah said.
"It was as simple as that. But I love her now, like a daughter and like a sister both.”
Hannah thought about a couple of other ways as well, but quickly turned her mind from those images.
This was business here.“Is her existence even more dear to you than your own?” Elder Severin demanded.“She has a pure soul, Elder. It would be a shame to waste such a thing,” Hannah replied quietly.“Indeed, pure souls are quite hard to come by these days,” Elder Severin remarked, smiling again now.“So I’m sure that you will see to it that hers continues to exist by doing our bidding.”Hannah was trapped. If she were to refuse the mission, then the Elders would send enforcers against Cool as well as herself.
If she accepted, she would have to face an unknown evil, and more than likely not just once.Damned if you do and damned if you don’t, she thought to herself. Well, being damned comes with the territory, I suppose. “I accept this honor, and will undertake the mission.”For Cool’s sake, if for no other reason, Hannah thought.If she were to lose everything, at least Cool would still survive.“We thought you would come around to our point of view in the end,” Elder Miles said, speaking for the first time in his distinctive raspy voice. “Now get out of here and wait for us to call you, bitch.”“There is no excuse for such language, Miles. Hannah is a true and faithful servant of the Order and as such, she deserves our love and respect,” Elder Philippa said, fixing him with a disapproving glare.“Oh, she knows I love and respect her,” Miles said with a grin, his ivory fangs bright against his dark brown skin.“We go way back together. Wayyyy back…”Hannah laughed, the tension of the moment broken.“I’ll walk you out,” Miles said.
As the two of them proceeded down the hallway, their footsteps made no sound on the polished hardwood floor.
Miles turned to Hannah suddenly and said, “Hey, I haven’t seen Cool in a long time. How is that crazy Trane-lovin’ bitch anyhow?”“You can ask her yourself, Miles. She’s waiting outside now.”“I wish I could, but we have other business to take care of,” Miles rasped. “Tell her I said hello, and to keep on the horn. She might even play somethin’ worth listening to one of these days…”He adjusted his large dark sunglasses on his nose and laughed as he turned to go back into the audience chamber.
“Don't call us; we'll call you. I’ll see you around, Hannah Oliveiros!”===========================================I was squirming pretty obviously as I stubbed out my last cigarette just before Hannah finally came through the huge double doors leading into the main house, interrupting my by now frantic pee dance.
I was getting better at holding for long periods, but the uncertainty and stress of the moment had brought things to a head more rapidly than usual this time.
Hannah smiled just a little as she took in my agitated state. She could tell that it wouldn't be too much longer before I would lose control and wet myself at this point, and I think she was looking forward to the long drive back in to the city as a result.
Nothing like having a desperate girl in the passenger seat, she always said.“So, how did it go?” I asked, warily.
I was happy that Hannah had emerged unscathed from her meeting with the Elders, but the look on her face and the tension in her body spoke volumes. The two of us weren’t anywhere close to being out of danger yet.“They offered me a job.” Hannah said, noncommittally. “I took it.”“A job? Doing what?” I was totally bewildered at this point.“Exterminating pests.” Hannah replied.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
As a few of you know, things have been a bit challenging for me over the last couple of weeks,
and it has been hard getting this done on time... this week, i didn't manage to do it, and i am sorry.
Hopefully this latest chapter will be worth the wait. Here, i give to you the next part of the story...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 18)KILLING FLOOR (Nemesis)New York City, 1991/1982. (sound track: Tin Pan Alley, by Stevie Ray Vaughan)
The phone rang, and I picked up the receiver, hoping it was the Elders telling Hannah she wouldn't have to go out on her mission tonight. Instead, it was a call from Kat; she was on assignment in the UK, shooting some fashion spread at the Hadleigh Castle ruin in Essex. I was distracted and somewhat distraught, but tried not to let on.I forced myself to focus on what she was saying from across the ocean, but my thoughts were really with the woman in the next room.“The most exciting thing that has happened so far is that I almost got run over by some jackass and his girlfriend in a black BMW M5. Yeah, typical Euro trash… dark hair in a long ponytail, black suit, sunglasses at night; the girlfriend was smoking a cig, then flicked the butt out of the window, it almost hit me.“ Kat said. “Yes, Cool; she was very pretty; pale skin, dark hair, skinny as a rail… just your type, really. Sorry, Hannah…” Kat really did love to tease us every chance she got.“Listen, I really should let you go,” Kat said finally. “I have to get back to work. Just wanted to say ‘Hi, from sunny Essex’, except it’s not… sunny, that is. It’s raining non-stop. Effing English weather.”“OK, Kat. Later… Hannah says hi, and we love you!” I said, trying to sound bright and cheerful. “Yeah, she’s here… but she’s getting ready to go out. We’ll see you when you get back.”Almost as soon as I’d hung up the telephone, Hannah emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing her black leather catsuit, and as usual, she looked as sexy as anything I’d ever seen. I vividly remembered my reaction the first time I’d seen her in her enforcer getup. It was in 1982, and she had just been given her first assignment.“Gosh, Hannah. You look like Emma Peel in that outfit!” I had said, smiling broadly at her. It made me hot then, I recalled. It still does, even after all these years.Then again, she looks exactly the same now as she did then. Only what's inside us ever changes.Her dark brown hair moved softly in cascading, shiny waves as she bent down to pick up the black nylon duffel bag which held her usual array of weapons: hand gun, machine pistol and a couple of very sharp knives. I knew they were very sharp, because I’d honed them myself. She had the duffel in one hand, and the lacquered sheath of her favorite katana in the other. I could tell she was already starting to think only about the mission; she had her game face on, but I couldn’t help myself. I teleported beside her, threw my arms around her, and smothered her with sweet, tender kisses, literally disarming her as she dropped the duffel bag to the floor and wrapped one arm around my waist, holding me in mid-air effortlessly as she returned my embrace and my kisses. “I’ll be home late. You needn’t wait up for me,” she said, smiling. It was a little private joke of ours. I hadn’t slept since I’d been turned. An insomniac omo vampire… some joke.As Hannah went out the door of the loft and into the cold night rain, I turned to my sax. It was the only thing that could help me take my mind off of the fact that once again, the woman I loved would be in harm’s way and might not ever return to me. I opened the leather case, pulled out a reed and stuck it between my lips to moisten it as I twisted the metal mouthpiece on to its cork receiver on the neck of the horn.I slid the ligature into place, slipped the stiff reed into position and tightened the ligature around it. I was ready to play. ______________________________________________In front of a large dilapidated building on the Brooklyn waterfront in New York City, Hannah paused for a moment, preparing to take on her foe. He was holed up in there, she was certain of it this time. She had tracked him to his lair, finally. Before its current abandoned state, the building had been a storage warehouse, a garment factory before that, and back at the turn of the 20th century, it had been a slaughterhouse, she remembered… that was certainly appropriate, she thought. To a vampire, the smell of blood still lingered after all those years. It was like a doughnut shop to a policeman; irresistible.Scaling the outside wall rapidly, she entered the building through a hole in the roof, the falling rain pattering onto the rusty corrugated sheet of metal which had been tacked haphazardly over it before she pulled it aside. Dropping down through the hole and onto the damp concrete floor three stories below without making a sound, she crouched down low, making herself the smallest possible target. She had no idea what weapons, if any, this adversary might deploy, so she carried the black nylon duffel bag with spare clips, an extra knife and a few other items which might come in handy.Old school vamps would battle with fist, fang, muscle and claw. Then there were those who, like Hannah, preferred the sword, and the even less traditional ones who liked modern armament: handguns, machine pistols, explosives and the rest of the varied hardware available to them in the present era.The Rules of Engagement required a meeting on equal ground, with the choice of weapons going to the challenged vampire, not the challenger. If this vampire was new school, he might be able to get in a sniper shot without her even realizing where he was. Since she was hunting him rather than vice versa, she was fair game. She was well equipped, however. Strapped to her back she had her faithful katana, her weapon of choice. On her left hip, a MAC-10 machine pistol, on her right, a brand new Glock 17 handgun. In a pouch slung around her waist, the most dangerous weapons of all: the daylight grenades. A daylight grenade was a last resort; It would destroy any adversary, even a great number of them, but if you were too close when the flash went off, it would take you out with them. “Hannah Oliveiros… your fame precedes you,” a deep voice resounded as the large dark figure emerged from out of the shadows. “You know my name?” Hannah asked, incredulous.“Your name is already legendary, my dear,” he replied.“Revered by some, feared by others, respected by all.Yes, I have heard of you, Hannah Oliveiros.” He laughed.“But I’m sure that you have not heard of me, or at the very least, that you haven’t heard the full story. What did your masters tell you when they sent you on this fool’s errand?” “They told me you were a rogue vampire, utterly in contempt of the rules, a ruthless taker of life without a single shred of compassion or pity, and that I was to destroy you,” Hannah answered in return.“And what do you see before you? Does the picture match the frame?” he demanded.Hannah’s senses were on full alert. The evil exuded by this ancient vampire was almost palpable; it was thick around him, an aura of darkness and decay. Usually even the very worst had at least some mitigating aspect: a small ray of light, a tiny spark of soul not yet fully damned. Not this one.Hannah had never seen pure evil in all her long years, until just now. He took a step towards her, and she could see that his almost coal-black hands were empty. No guns, no blades… old school. It would be fists and fangs tonight. She put the bag down and started to take off her various guns and knives, placing each one carefully in the bag and then finally unstrapping the katana from her back before laying it gently on top of the duffel bag.He’s huge, Hannah thought. Maybe he’s slow. Otherwise, I haven’t got a chance in hell.“What do you call yourself now, then?”“I have chosen the name ‘Lucifer’, a particularly ironic joke.For a vampire, to bring light is to bring destruction,” he said.“Well, I suppose we’d better get on with it, then. We haven’t got all night, ” Hannah said, smiling grimly.No matter the consequences, she had a job to do now, and to neglect her duties would be to put Cool in danger. Whatever might happen to her eventually, for now she was focused on only one goal. Lucifer laughed at her joke. He might have been pure evil now, but he still enjoyed her wicked sense of humour.“Don’t worry, my dear,” he said. “This won’t take very long.Unfortunately, I cannot guarantee that it will not hurt much.”The two of them squared off for battle, the tall olive-skinned woman in her tight black leather catsuit, and the giant, hulking black man in his loose African robes.Suddenly, he peeled off his robes, leaving him clad only in a small loincloth, with hide bands around his bulging biceps and thigh muscles. His well-defined solar plexus muscles showed not a trace of fat, despite his enormous bulk. It would be his Mukumbusu rooted style against her Capoeira based one now.Hannah began to move and weave, her feet dancing the quick pattern of her ginga. “So, Hannah Oliveiros… may I ask you what brings you to this place? Why have they chosen you as an enforcer, and why did you ever agree to become their executioner in the first place?” he asked as he circled slowly opposite her, forcing her to turn in order to keep him in view. “My reasons for being here are my own,” Hannah replied.“What gives you the right to ask such questions of me?”She had no real cause to be rude, but she hoped it might just annoy the giant a bit, distracting him.“Now, now,” he said, laughing as he replied in his deep rumbling voice. “Just because you are here to destroy me, that is no excuse to forget your good manners, Hannah Oliveiros.”He would remain calm and composed no matter which way things went; she could sense that now.No sense in delaying the inevitable then. Hannah spun quickly and unleashed her first strike, a queixada high kick towards the giant’s head. With surprising speed for such a big man, he easily evaded the blow, moving to the side and countering with a rapid hand jab towards Hannah’s stomach, which she managed to block just in the nick of time. The force of his counterstrike shook her to the core of her being, even though she had been able to deflect most of it. If it had landed with its full strength, it probably would have sent her flying across the room.Good goddess, he is fast! she thought. And powerful…She knew she was in trouble. She backed away quickly while still dancing her ginga, trying to put a little distance between her adversary and herself. “This is a fight you cannot win, Hannah Oliveiros. Our speed is virtually equal, and I have the clear advantage in power.”Lucifer smiled at her, his yellowed fangs exposed in his round black face. “I offer you this one chance to withdraw with honor, because of my respect for you, dear girl.”“I take no pleasure in preying on those weaker than myself,”Hannah said in reply. “Only by battling an equal, or even an adversary superior to oneself is there challenge and honor in the fight.” “So be it,” the large man said softly. “Do what you will.”And without warning, he suddenly closed the distance between them, looking to get his arms around her. But this was just what Hannah had hoped for. Close up, he wouldn’t be able to use any long sweeping moves that would amplify the power of his strikes even more. She let loose a series of short chain punches to his midsection, a flurry so rapid that there was no way for him to counter, and she heard him let out a grunt of pain as they landed in quick succession. He was fast, yes, but she was faster, if only by a small margin... and that narrow margin was just enough to give her hope.Now it was the large man who backed away, shaking his head in surprise."You are even more skilled than I could have imagined, Hannah Oliveiros," Lucifer said. "I have not met an opponent of such caliber for a very long time. I think I shall enjoy this very much."'Enjoy this,' she thought. This is nothing but a game to him, a game he is barely invested in. But the stakes are too high for me to lose... all of the pressure is on me.Hannah took a deep breath, calming and centering herself. You had to fight the fight, and not worry about the outcome before it was over."Well then, since you choose not to give me your reasons, perhaps you may allow me to tell you mine," Lucifer said in his deep, resonant voice. "There was a time when I actually feared for my soul. As a man, I was a simple goatherd, living a simple life with my family. One night, a creature like us came to call. He drank his fill, killing my wife and children and leaving me for dead. I myself was too strong to die so easily. Enough of his venom remained inside of me, and I survived long enough for it to change me into what he was. Now, as a vampire, I worried that I had been cursed, damned by what I had become, through no choice of my own."He continued circling as he spoke while Hannah kept dancing her ginga, each one of them looking for an opening, a chance to land a strike."While alive, the missionaries had told me to put my trust in Jesus, and that that would be my guarantee of salvation after I died. But now I was undead; a state not covered by any faith." He laughed softly to himself."I went to visit the missionaries again, this time as an undead seeker of the truth. They rejected me, saying I had become a minion of the Devil." Hannah found his story as intriguing as his voice was hypnotic. They continued to circle each other warily, but neither could find an opening through which a fist or foot would fit."Was this the measure of their God's love? 'And what of my immortal soul ?' I asked. They had no answer for me." He laughed yet again. "And so I took communion once more, only this time in anger. Instead of the blood of Christ, I drank the blood of the missionaries who had lied to me."Unexpectedly, he lashed out with a vicious kick as he spoke those words. It landed on Hannah's left side; she could feel her ribs cracking and she gasped with the pain before that part of her body went numb, her left arm now dangling down uselessly. She turned that side away from Lucifer, keeping her guard up now with her right arm."When my anger had subsided, I felt guilty for what I had done. I wished to atone for my transgressions, and hoped that somehow, I might still attain salvation.""Rather than drink blood again, I fasted, denying the very nature of what I had become."As the years went by, I became weak from lack of sustenance, but still could not pass into whatever lay beyond this undead existence. I roamed the world, starving, not yet at peace, searching for the answer. I met vampire after vampire, clan after clan, but joined none. At long last, I met your Council of Elders. When I came before them for an audience, they had no answers for me either. But they offered me a job, the nature of which seemed to me might hold a chance to save my soul, finally." Hannah was still moving, but she had only one good arm to defend herself with. It was only a matter of time now, but Lucifer seemed in no hurry to finish her off. He continued to tell his tale, and she listened raptly despite the virtual certainty that this first battle would also be her last. "You see, once I was just like you, and they asked me to become an enforcer.” He reached out quickly as he said that; Hannah was so surprised by the unmistakable truth of his revelation that she didn't even have a chance to try and block with her one good arm, and he grabbed her and held her firmly in his crushing grip.“They didn’t tell you that, did they? No, of course they didn’t.”The bitterness in his deep voice was clear. “I was a good one too, obedient and efficient. And for many long years I did their bidding, just as you are doing now.“But there is something else they didn’t tell me either, and I am certain they failed to mention it to you as well," he continued on, holding her by the throat now with one enormous hand. "The price for destroying another vampire is to assume some of their attributes. Each one you destroy lives on within you, at least in essence. And so, you change, gradually, almost imperceptibly at first… then more dramatically as time passes and your successes accumulate… until finally you have become that which you fought against all this long time. And then, they send the next one to eliminate you.”He sighed wearily, the weight of all of those years, all of those battles pressing down upon his damned soul. Hannah could feel his pain, almost as if it were her own. A foretaste of her own future… He sank his fangs into her neck, penetrating the jugular vein and drinking deeply of her blood as she passed out._________________________________________________________________I was sitting in the living room area of the loft, feeling quite desperate as I waited for Hannah to return home from that first mission. Playing the horn, and actually sounding pretty good for once after almost twenty some odd years of daily practice. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my left side, so strong I nearly dropped my saxophone. I knew instantly what was happening. Poor Hannah... she had been injured in the fight.This was the downside to our psychic link. We shared our pleasure, yes... but also our pain. It wasn't pleasant to experience this by any means, but I had to try to ignore it.I picked up the soprano again, intending to continue playing, or possibly focusing more on the feeling coming from my full bladder and that urgency than on my lover's pain.But when I felt the sympathetic sting of the fangs at my neck, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she had lost the fight, and my heart sank. She would be destroyed by her opponent, and I would be left to face eternity alone with my grief.Tears began to stream down my face as I felt the lifeblood being drained from her.I put the horn down and sobbed like a little girl as I suddenly lost control of my bladder and began to wet myself, the hot urine jetting out of me uncontrollably, soaking my panties and tight jeans, running down my legs before dripping onto the floor. "Hannah!" I felt weak, and then an excruciating pain from each of my limbs in turn.Her adversary had broken both of her arms and her legs now. Why, I wondered?Wasn't it enough that he had drained her fully? Oh, my heavenly goddess... he hadn't.I reached out to her with my mind through our psychic connection then.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------When Hannah regained consciousness, she felt the pain from her broken body, as well as her weakness. Lucifer had drained almost all of the lifeblood from her, and had shattered her arms and legs besides. Now he had carried her back up to the roof, and was laying her down almost tenderly."You are probably wondering why I haven't destroyed you, Hannah Oliveiros, and I believe I owe you at least this one final answer. You are simply too good, too pure. "The black giant turned his back on her and started walking away.“It has cost me everything to become what I am; I have no desire to start over, or to be anything else now. I do not wish to be tainted by your purity of soul, so I will let the rising sun finish what I have begun."And with that, he faded into the night. Crippled by the loss of her lifeblood and without the use of her extremities, Hannah could do nothing except watch him disappear. She didn’t even have the strength to be angry with herself for underestimating her opponent in their first encounter. As she was lying there, she felt a familiar presence in her mind, however. It was Cool’s presence, Cool’s voice speaking to her by way of their omo vampire psychic link. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m coming for you,” was the reassuring thought."I'll be there before the sun rises, come hell or high water."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A few days after the fight, we returned to the mansion for an audience with Elders Philippa and Severin. Again, I waited on the front porch, this time of my own choosing.I couldn't even think of facing them after what they had forced Hannah to go through.So once again, I smoked, paced, and was desperate.Somehow, I had a bad feeling that this was to become a regular routine of mine.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Hannah Oliveiros, welcome back. We are glad to see that you have almost fully recovered from your injuries,” Elder Philippa said. “We were all quite worried for some time that you might not survive.” “Thank you. I appreciate your concern,” Hannah said softly.“I must not have been good enough. I’m sorry to have failed you.”“You didn’t fail. You survived that encounter. No other who came before you who was sent up against him has done even that much,” Elder Severin replied. “But I didn’t succeed in putting an end to him.” Hannah said, bitterly. The sting of her crippling defeat in her first mission was still fresh in her mind; this was not the best way to begin a new job, really.“All the others were defeated, and did not return. You, at least, have survived,” he repeated. “Only you have done that much. This is proof enough that we have chosen well.“Hannah looked at him directly for the first time now as Elder Severin continued on, fixing her with a blood red stare.”You will not question our decision, but simply await your next assignment. You are the best we have, Hannah Oliveiros. The absolute best; there is no one better.”He waved his hand at her in both dismissal and farewell as he turned away.Elder Philippa spoke, more gently this time than the last.“Take your little one home, and rest now. We will call when we have need of you again.”< to be continued > \/-----\/
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.19)
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS (The Sisters)
somewhere on the road, 1991
(sound track: Beautifully Broken, by Gov’t Mule)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Ke5IM6moc
The four of us were driving back to Paris along the A7, the “Autoroute du Soleil” as it was called, although we were making the drive at night to avoid the eponymous sun and the usual daytime traffic.
We needed to be back in Paris before the new day dawned, so Hannah was driving our car, and Peter was behind the wheel of their Renault rental, both of them expert drivers and both of them at almost the full limit of their ability and their car’s.
The silver Renault 25 Turbo sedan was powerful, but the little BMW Z1 we were in seemed to have no trouble keeping up. It had a huge motor under that long hood, plus it was lighter and more nimble through any curvy sections, so we were even able to overtake the Renault on those bits. We were making excellent time, flying along at over 100 mph with our radar detector working overtime to warn us of any speed traps up ahead.
Of course, I was desperate, as usual.
Hannah could never take me for a long drive without making sure my bladder was just about full to the bursting point and then making sure I had to hold it for the whole trip, no matter how long it took.
This was just our way of having fun, though.
Yes, it was a bit of a challenge… but the sensations we would both enjoy made the challenge always worthwhile, and so I never minded being in this state when I was with her.
The phone in my lap rang. It was Petra calling from the passenger seat of the other car.
“Hullo, Cool… how are you doing? Everything all right?”
I could almost see her grinning; I had confided in her about my urgent state before getting in the car. Now she was teasing me in fun just like a sister would.
Gosh, I really did like her.
Of course, I was very fond of Peter too, even though we hadn’t known each other for very long; but with Petra, I felt a different sort of bond. It was almost as if we were extensions of the same personality.
“Girl, you know exactly how I’m doing! I’m desperate and squirmy…”
Hannah laughed at my candid description.
“She is all that, and more, Petra,” she said. “She’s beginning to leak even now!”
Hannah twisted the wheel hard, throwing us sideways into the upcoming corner at an extreme angle as the tires squealed in protest and lit up in smoke. She was driving like a Formula 1 driver laying down a qualifying lap, all out.
As I was pressed up against the door by the g forces, I felt myself squirt a tiny bit of pee into the black cotton panties I had put on before getting into the car yet again, and Hannah giggled like a giddy little schoolgirl at my response to her maneuver.
“I never get tired of driving with you, sweetie,” she said, glancing over at me quickly before returning her beautiful large brown eyes to the road ahead.
My leather mini had hiked its way up alarmingly to past mid-thigh, and the dampened crotch of my panties was now on full display, but as much as Hannah wanted to enjoy the view, she took her driving far too seriously to do more than hazard a quick peek in that direction every now and again on a straight stretch of road.
As for me, I looked longingly at each roadside rest stop we flew by.
Extreme haste being the order of the day, the prospect of a stop for a trip to the rest room and even more essential, a smoke, was slim to none, so I was going to have to hold my wee and curb my urge for a cigarette at the same time.
Hannah never allowed me to smoke in the car; she disapproved of what she termed my 'nasty habit' in the first place, and said she wouldn't let me get her car all stinky with that horrid smell no matter how much I begged, cajoled, or pleaded with her.
On the plus side, focusing on my very full bladder allowed me to almost forget how badly I wanted a Gitane for a moment. But as the Renault drew alongside on the next straightaway, I could see the lovely Petra in the front passenger seat, her pretty face illuminated by the golden glow of her lighter as she lit another cigarette of her own and then waved gleefully at me as they passed by.
"Oh, you little bitch," I muttered to myself, smiling.
It was as if she was deliberately teasing and torturing me, even though our psychic connection was only a second-hand one, both of us being linked through the connection to Vicky.
And so, I went back to focusing on my desperation again.
But in the midst of my own pressing need, I could feel a twinge that wasn't mine, and I suddenly giggled.
Petra was beginning to feel it too... OMG, she had to pee!
Vengeance would be mine... ha!
I used the callback feature on the cell phone, and when she answered, I said, "You're busted, sweetie! I know exactly what's going on with you right now!"
I could almost feel her blushing, her face warming and turning red as I told her in no uncertain terms that I knew she had to go just as badly as I did now.
"Think so, do you? Time for a holding contest, my sweet friend," she said.
I just laughed and replied, “Fine with me, babe!”
Of course, she had no idea of my capabilities, both by my nature and by my training.
She didn't know it, but she was going to lose, no matter how long she could hold it for.
At the mere mention of holding, though, I could feel a bit of warm arousal already added to Petra's desperation. She was actually getting turned on by the idea of what we were going to be doing.
Oh, yes, she was certainly just my type.
A short while later, I was squeezing my thighs together and trying to resist the urge to jam my hands down between them when Hannah turned to me and said, “You know, you should probably check in with Vicky and see how she’s doing.”
Hannah's wish being my command, I opened up the mental link to my newest little sister.
Now I could feel a sensation of giddiness as the headlong speed of the TGV train Vicky and her two tormentors were traveling on compounded that of our car.
And something else also: Vicky was just as desperate as her sister was.
I could feel the two of them squirming as they both leaked pee into their panties, almost in unison. It was so cute to feel them gradually getting closer and closer to the edge of their ability to hold. Before too much longer, they would be just like a couple of little girls wetting themselves from giggling madly at a slumber party.
Of course, I had no right to feel superior, really.
My own undies were just as damp as theirs, and I suddenly felt another little spurt leak out past my urethra to dampen them even more before I could stop it.
Darn it, I hadn’t counted on this… it was as if the two of them were ganging up on me!
Meanwhile Hannah was enjoying every single moment of my own squirmy little worm act as I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, shifted around in the passenger seat, and in general made it fairly clear that I was a girl who most desperately had to pee, and that I might actually lose it pretty soon, much to her surprise and delight.
I could tell that Petra was totally enjoying the sensations we were sharing, but that little Vicky was feeling stressed.
I could feel her, as desperate as anything; just the very thought of finally releasing her pee was bliss to her, and she was so ready to let go now, no matter where she was, no matter how embarrassed she would be, no matter what the consequences would be for doing so afterwards… even though the consequences would be severe.I spoke to her via our psychic link to reassure her.
“Yes, you can do that… but hold on just a little longer, sweetie,” I said.I could feel her shock and surprise as she recognized me as the girl she had been pleasured by the night before at the Petit Bal show.
“Yes, Vicky, it’s me. We are omo vampire sisters now, and we can communicate this way,” I said telepathically. “Please hold on just a little longer for me. Right now I’m desperate too; it feels so good and I want to share this with you, yes, but there’s also another reason.”I could feel her thinking, “Is this really happening, or am I losing my mind?””You’re not losing your mind. The other two will pick up on your arousal and the moment when you climax, but they can’t read your thoughts and hear what I’m saying to you,” I explained.
“The sex vibes will block out everything else for them, so let your arousal build a bit longer while I tell you what’s going on, OK?”I could sense she was making a supreme effort to keep holding now, despite the urge to release the contents of her bladder being almost impossible to resist.
When she finally did let it go, the feeling of her release would be good enough to push us over the edge into a huge orgasm, for sure.
It was so very hard for her to resist the urge to pee now.
All of the heat and dampness from her desperate arousal was transferring to the two vamps accompanying her, to me and to Hannah, then feeding back on itself, while I also sent some along to Petra for good measure.Meanwhile, Vicky continued holding desperately, still leaking and spurting periodically into her panties as I continued on.“Just hang on a little while longer, sweetie. We are all together now; your brother, your sister, Hannah and I have joined forces, and we’re coming for you, I promise.”I could feel her recognizing the truth of what I had just told her, all mixed in with the voluptuous sensations of our mutual arousal and desperation. First there were her own feelings, then those of Kris and Judith on top of that. Now there was a fourth and fifth set of sensations added to the mix; Hannah’s and mine. And just when she felt she couldn’t take any more, I let Petra’s arousal and desperation join in as well.That was the final straw for little sister Vicky.Pushed to the absolute limit of her ability to hold and the sensation intensified by the extreme state of arousal she was in, I could feel her resolve collapse and her poor tired sphincter muscles give way as she began to pee forcefully into her panties, her cheeks flushing hot and red with the humiliation of it, her mind filled with all of the conflicting emotions of her complete and utter embarrassment, but also her agitatedly aroused state now finally being relieved as the intense waves of our shared orgasm washed over her.
Suddenly the silver car in front of us pulled over to the side of the highway and came to a screeching halt. Hannah quickly parked the Z1 behind them on the shoulder of the road and we both watched as the Renault’s passenger side door flew open and poor desperate Petra bolted for the shelter of some bushes a little way up the embankment.
She didn’t make it.
Halfway there, she stopped suddenly and just stood there, transfixed, wetting herself.
It felt fantastic to me; I was thrilled by her condition just as much as she was enjoying it herself.
Her pee streamed and jetted out of her wee hole, flowing strong and hot, soaking her delicate lacy underwear and her leather trousers as Petra sighed and moaned uncontrollably in the throes of our shared ecstasy.
I sent this thought to Vicky:
“OMHG, that was so amazing; thanks, sis! We’ll see you in Paris soon!” I said telepathically.
I got out of the car and walked over to where Petra was still standing and wetting herself, relishing every second of it.
“Silly girl! Never challenge an omo vampire to a holding contest,” I said, laughing.
She just smiled at me, still peeing. She laughed as well, and said,
“Actually, I’m going to want a rematch at some point…”
(to be continued) \/-----\/ |
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 20)FACEOFF Porte de Vanves, Paris 1996(soundtrack: Stolen Moments, performed by Lee Ritenour)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glEmMjnr9oMStill wearing the same clothes she had peed in, Vicky collapsed onto the dirty mattress on the floor of her room. She was totally drained by both her holding effort and the emotions she had experienced during the train trip back to Paris, but a spark of hope now burned brightly in her heart. Her brother and sister had finally found her! For a while, she feared that they had given up the search for her, abandoning all expectation of ever seeing their faces again. She tried to get used to the notion that Judith and Kris were her only family now; as cruel and sadistic as they were, that was a hard pill to swallow and the thought of spending eternity like this was just too grim to contemplate. She had thought about killing herself many times over since she had been turned, but two things had always stopped her. First, her 'sisters' kept a close watch on her and made sure she lacked the means, and secondly… she was already undead. Can a vampire actually commit suicide, she wondered? She had attempted it, once. She had stolen into the kitchen when no one was looking and quickly ingested a huge amount of garlic powder. The only result of that had been a severely upset stomach for a couple of days, and every time she burped, she had emitted a miasmic cloud of garlic breath as Kris laughed, mocking her misery. What came out of the other end was even worse… but she preferred not to think about that.Instead, she thought about sweet Erica, and what Erica had made her feel at the Petit Bal. Pleasure, yes, certainly… but even Kris could make her feel that.No, it was something more; she had felt loved for the first time in a long while. And that feeling continued even now.This bond they now shared was like a conduit into Erica’s pure heart, like a warm ray of sunshine casting a glow over her whole body and brightening the darkness that had surrounded her ever since she had been taken and turned.She could feel that sensation of warmth and light even now, and for some strange reason the feeling seemed to be growing stronger.“We’re here, Vicky!” The thought just popped into her head.“We’re here, and we’re not leaving without you.”It was Erica’s voice echoing in her mind again.Suddenly, there she was in the room, kneeling down next to her. Erica had teleported there, and that wonderful sensation of glowing warmth was so strong now, a part of Erica’s unmistakable presence. She pressed a finger to Vicky’s lips. “Shhhh… don’t say anything,” she softly whispered. “Don’t make a sound. We’re getting you out of here tonight!” Vicky sat up, smiling for the first time in a very long time.Kris and Judith were sitting together on the living room couch watching a vampire movie on TV and laughing at the ever so ridiculous nature of it when suddenly there was a commotion at the front gate. Kris jumped up to check the video monitor showing the courtyard, and saw a dark clothed figure dropping down from the top of the wall, followed closely by a second, larger one.Who would dare to invade their lair so boldly, she briefly wondered?
Well, whoever they might be, they were going to live just long enough to regret their rash decision, that much was certain as far as she was concerned. She teleported out to the courtyard and stood blocking the gate behind the foolhardy duo. There would be no easy retreat for them now, Kris knew. What she didn’t know was who she was dealing with; these two were no ordinary vandals or home invaders.
These were the Kushkin twins; they were angry, and they were on a mission.When Peter heard that unforgettable rustling sound behind him, he knew that their plan was working to perfection.“Divide and conquer,” Hannah had said. Now at least one of the evil duo was there in the courtyard to challenge his twin sister Petra and himself. He smiled grimly as he spun around quickly and brought his MP7 to bear, pulling the trigger and unleashing a rapid burst of gunfire straight into the belly of the vampire who stood there looking shocked at the speed and violence of his response before her body was knocked back by the force of the bullets slamming into her.Normally the element of surprise was hers as her victims were transfixed with terror once they realized exactly what kind of creature she was. This time, she had been shot on sight. Effing hunters! Oh, crap… she thought. This might not be as easy as I expected it to be.Just as she thought that, Petra unleashed another hellish hailstorm of bullets from her MP5 on the other side, hitting her legs and shattering both of her kneecaps. In burning agony from her crippling wounds, Kris fell hard to the cobblestones and lay there briefly before teleporting out of sight.“One down, one to go!” Petra said, gleefully. When Judith heard the sound of gunfire in the courtyard, she knew things were getting just a little out of hand for Kris. She would have headed outside to help, but right at that instant a tall, leather-clad figure had appeared directly in front of her in the living room, accompanied by the soft rustling sound of a teleporting vampire. Judith recognized her immediately; it was the same woman who had won the auction at the Petit Bal, although she had quite a different aspect to her appearance now. Where before she had looked fashionable and decadent, now the olive-skinned woman was all business, and that business was going to be lethal indeed. In her gloved hands, she held a long, sharp sword, and she had a look in her dark brown eyes that said she wouldn’t hesitate to use it. As she approached, Judith exclaimed, “You! What do you want here?”“I am here to claim Victoria,” Hannah said, softly.“She was yours for a night,” Judith snarled, baring her fangs.“But she is mine for all eternity.” Just then, Kris teleported into the living room, lying in a fetal position on the floor and sobbing loudly from the pain of her bullet-riddled stomach and bloody, shattered knees. Adding insult to injury, she lost control of her bladder and started wetting herself, soaking her tight blue jeans as she lay there, helpless.”I think not,” Hannah replied as she grabbed her by the frills of her white linen blouse and raised her sword to Judith’s throat. “The two of you have mistreated and tortured that poor girl quite enough. I would be justified in destroying you right now for the things you have done to her, but I propose a simple deal instead: you let us take Victoria, and we let the both of you alone in return.“Judith glanced quickly down at Kris, realizing that the small girl would be of no assistance in any ensuing combat. Even taking into account her regenerative ability, it would be a while before the little redhead could walk again, much less fight. With that soft rustling sound, Cool appeared suddenly in the living room, teleporting from the squalid upstairs bedroom. “Are we done here?” she asked, taking in the situation rapidly. “Your decision, quickly now!” Hannah said harshly, the razor-sharp blade of her sword pressing slightly into Judith’s throat and causing a little trickle of blood to run down and stain her white blouse.“Take the little bitch,” Judith spat. “I’m bored with her anyway.” Without Kris to help, two vamps at full strength confronting her, and the obviously capable and heavily armed duo outside, there was no sense in trying to battle at the moment. “Good call,” Hannah said.Lowering her sword, she turned to Cool. “Go get Vicky; we’re leaving. As for you, you should tend to your girlfriend now,” she said to Judith, releasing her grip on the evil vampire’s blouse and gesturing over towards where Kris lay on the floor writhing in pain in a pool of her own urine, bleeding profusely from her stomach and both of her legs and swearing like a sailor. Then the two of them disappeared, Cool headed upstairs to bring Vicky out safely and Hannah to the courtyard where the twins were waiting anxiously.“Well, how did it go in there?” Peter asked.“I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse,” Hannah said, laughing softly as she sheathed her katana. “By the way, nice job out here, you two.” The twins smiled as both of them said, “Thanks!” almost in unison.Cool and Victoria were already waiting outside the front gate as Hannah and the twins came out, having teleported there straight from the locked upstairs bedroom. “VICKY!” Peter shouted, showing an exuberance he rarely displayed. As he rushed to his little sister’s side, sweeping her up into a tight hug in his arms, Petra glanced over at Cool, who was trembling a bit and looking unusually pale, even for her. “You OK?” she asked softly. “Too much teleporting in a short time is tough on the nervous system,” Cool replied, still shaking visibly.
“I’ll be fine… it was worth it. We got our sister back.”<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
Well, my dearest little omo vamps, and fans thereof, it's that time again.
Without preamble (or at least, without too much rambling), i give you the latest chapter in this tale...
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 21)DEATH LETTER (Cool and River)Present day Manhattan(sound track: Death Letter, performed by the White Stripes)
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.I couldn’t keep my hands off of her either; I was like a little girl with a new doll on Xmas morning.My sweet River… she was beautiful, she was desperate, and she was all mine.The last time I had turned a girl was over 20 years ago, and eventually we had gone our separate ways. We still kept in touch, because we were sisters and always would be, but she had a family of her own now too. Her own little ones took precedence for her, and that was as it should be.Vampire families weren’t really too different from human ones, except for the timeframe. I was a rarity in that I had chosen to stay with Hannah all this time instead of going off on my own.But then again, we weren't just sisters, we were also in love.Of course, humans would find it a little odd that one of my sisters could also be my mother or my daughter, and my lover too... but that was just the way things were in our world; nothing strange there as far as we were concerned.River was still getting used to her new existence and the powers that came with it: her new strength and speed, her regenerative ability and, most intriguing to her, the short distance teleporting. I had explained how we were able to shift though space, but the further we traveled the harder it was to come back intact at the end of the journey, and that it always took a toll on both our energy and our nervous system.Still, she was fascinated by the idea, and she practiced teleporting every chance she could, working on it until she was exhausted physically and mentally, and then she would collapse wearily into my loving arms.Both Hannah and I loved our newest little sister dearly.She was so cute, and so sweet in nature, and still a pure soul.We were doing our utmost to preserve that in her, having lost that purity over time ourselves despite our best efforts. She wasn’t allowed to hunt, but was fed on blood packs only.As for the omo part, we supplied her with an ample amount of our ‘blue’ to keep her happy, and she would gleefully hold for as long as she could and then wet herself on demand for us, so we were happy too.“Erica, this is so cool!” she would exclaim joyously as she’d disappear and then materialize across the room from me, and I just laughed.First off, because I loved seeing her happy, and secondly, it was funny to hear both my name and my nickname in the same sentence.River always called me Erica; I guess she felt weird using the other one. Hannah always called me Cool in private, only using Erica if we were in a more formal setting.I really didn’t care what either of them called me, as long as they both loved me.A rose by any other name, as the Bard of Avon said.…Of course, both relationships were a bit different.Hannah was my mother and my sister and my lover, while River was my sister and my lover, but also my little one, just as I was Hannah’s. In the end, all that really mattered was we were all family, though. And as family, we would exist, love, and even fight as one.That was a good thing because, although we didn’t know it, at that very moment a storm was brewing that would engulf us all. It had its roots in our past, Hannah’s and mine; the seeds of discontent and hatred sown long ago finally having germinated and now come into full perverse and evil flower.River loved music as much as Hannah and I did, and was totally in love with the Tesla sound system. She had put on the White Stripes, doing a version of an old blues tune. Personally, I preferred the Son House version, but I could see the appeal of this one.Like us, it was a combination of old and new elements melding seamlessly together.For once, I didn't even mind the drums...Although she was already wriggling like a cute little worm in time to the music playing on the stereo and clearly desperate to pee, I sent River down to collect the mail.Of course, rather than take the slow, creaky elevator that had been the scene of her ‘little accident’ the night we had first met, she teleported down to the lobby and then back upstairs, only having taken a brief moment to unlock the box, grab what was inside, and lock it again. In her hand she held an assortment of items, which she dropped rather carelessly onto the dresser in the entryway.Little River was getting so much better at holding now, but she had forgotten what I told her about teleporting putting stress on your body. My sympathetic link could feel the urge to pee getting much stronger within her now, although she tried to act nonchalant.Still, her tightly crossed legs gave her away, and I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming very soon."Anything interesting?" I asked, pretending I hadn't noticed the state she was in.“Nothing different from the usual, just bills, blurbs and notices,“ she said, flipping her shiny dark brown hair away from her pretty face as she played along.Of course, she already knew that I knew just how badly she needed to pee, but part of the game was holding on for as long as we could before one of us wet, even though River always lost.I don't think she minded losing. After our first night with her she had become a total convert to the omorashi lifestyle, and being a submissive omo vampire suited her to a tee.“Oh, wait, what’s this?” she said as she picked out one unusual looking piece of mail.In amongst the scattered pile of junk mail and bills was a small parchment-colored envelope, with neat, stylized red ink lettering on it, addressed to Hannah.As River held it up casually, I looked at it, and felt a sense of dread.Although I had never seen one before, I knew exactly what it was, and suddenly I forgot all about our little omo game.A clan challenge… OMHG...A clan challenge was different from a one-on-one challenge, or a hunt.The rules of engagement were quite clear.Before one clan could battle with another, a challenge notice had to be sent; it was a formal declaration of war, as it were. The challenged clan could not refuse the challenge, but was given the right to choose the place, the time, and the weapons, if any, which would be used in the fight. The challengers, on the other hand, merely had to provide the number of their members who would fight, and a means to respond to the challenge.This way, combatants from both clans would always be equal in number, if not in skill and strength.It was what passed for fair among us.If your clan was weaker, then you deserved to be enslaved or eliminated, that was basically the idea. Those rules went back to a different time and set of values, and usually disputes between clans were settled without resorting to a challenge nowadays.Somebody was going old school on us without the benefit of a chance to resolve whatever the issue was peacefully. It wasn’t a good sign.“Hannah!”I fairly screamed her name. I was upset, knowing what lay ahead and River could already sense my fear, although she had no idea what caused it yet.As an enforcer, Hannah was always combat ready and fully effective.On the other hand, I had never fought in anger. I had asked Hannah to show me a few basic fighting skills, and she had been glad to oblige. She enjoyed tossing me around like a rag doll as she taught me to fall correctly, then taking advantage of my regenerative ability while she would demonstrate various effective ways to incapacitate an opponent.Of course, after she crippled me temporarily, she would always be so sweet, nursing me back to health. Then she’d start in on me again.It was a hard school, but I learned well.As a result, I had a little bit of skill and training, but River had only recently been turned, and so she was still working on the most basic of vampire abilities.We hadn’t allowed her to hunt, so her aptitude for taking and causing damage was a complete unknown to us.You don’t usually come out and ask your lover, “By the way, how deadly are you?” even if you are a dark creature of the night. That’s a little too weird, even for us. And I hadn’t turned River in order to have another fighter in the clan.She was just too sweet, and I wanted her to stay that way.Now it looked as if we weren’t going to have a choice.She was our sister, and she was going to have to fight.Hannah came in from the back room where she had been meditating quietly.“What’s the matter, Cool?” she asked calmly.She could tell by my agitation that something was wrong, but Hannah would always manage to stay calm and centered while she worked the problem, whatever form it might take.“This!” I held up the envelope so that she could see it.“Hmmm, someone sent us a clan challenge, eh? I guess I’d better open it now, then,” she said, smiling.How can you be so relaxed about this? I thought.Then I remembered that Hannah was so much older and experienced than I was.She had been through all of this before, and had survived.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
My dearest friends, fans and fiends, i wasn't even sure i'd be able to post anything this morning,
but these characters seem to have taken on an existence of their own, and they demand their due,
whether in pleasure or in pain.
So, somehow, it's Friday AM, and here is the latest chapter of the story....
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 22)FAMILY TIES Brentwood, Essex County, UK 1997(sound track: Almost Blue, by Chet Baker)
The cancer was growing within her, spreading through her body like wildfire raging through a dry woodland forest.The doctors had given her only months to live.“Sorry, but there is nothing we can do.”‘Incurable’, ‘too advanced for treatment’, ‘little to no hope of remission’…By now, she had heard all the different versions of the same thing time after time.No matter how many specialists she had consulted, the end result was still the same: a death sentence.How unfair was it, after all the time lost in that institution, to be finally free and then to have her present happiness snatched away from her in this manner?It wasn’t even her incessant smoking catching up to her, she thought.Liver cancer; then it had spread… oh, the irony of it.Now she had to tell Peter, and Vicky.-----------------------------------------------------------------Petra pulled her dark blue BMW Z3 into the driveway at the Kushkin family estate. She could see Peter and Vicky were already there, her twin brother’s black M5 parked next to her little sister’s silver M3.There was a third car in the driveway also, an unfamiliar one. It was a brand new alpine white Z3, with its more powerful all-aluminum straight six motor producing almost 190 horsepower. Hers was the older 1.9 litre four cylinder version.Nice car, she thought to herself as she pulled in alongside it. Hmm, I wonder who it belongs to?She got out of her car, then dropped and stepped on the cigarette which had burned down almost to the filter before pulling out a pack of Gitanes from the inside pocket of her fitted leather jacket. She tapped the end of the pack against the fender of her car, then removed another cigarette from the pack and placed it between her pretty lips, lit it with her Bic lighter, and inhaled deeply.What difference could it possibly make now?, she thought, smiling bitterly. I might as well enjoy myself...Steeling herself for a major emotional maelstrom, she slowly walked up the steps to the house and pushed open the door.As Petra moved past the foyer and into the large living room, she saw her two siblings, but she was surprised to see that there were three other people there as well.Vicky ran to greet her, embracing her warmly before she spoke.“You remember Hannah and Cool, I’m sure, and this is their sister, Kat.”Petra said, “Not that I'm not pleased to see you girls again, or to meet you, Kat... but I thought this was going to be a family meeting.”“We are family; we have been ever since Cool turned Vicky, remember?” Hannah replied.Cool added, “When she told us what was happening with you, we all had to come over here immediately.”“Ahh, so you've heard, then?" Petra said, a wan look on her face.
"I appreciate your concern, but there’s really nothing to be done, or so they tell me. I’m to pray for a miracle, I suppose.”Cool smiled at her remark, glancing over at Hannah before speaking in a low voice.“Miracles can happen, you know. And they come in many different forms…. Sometimes, even a curse can turn out to be a kind of miracle.”Vicky nodded, and as if in response to her cue, Kat suddenly seized Peter from behind, while Cool firmly grasped his twin sister, immobilizing her.As she laid Petra down tenderly onto her back, lowering her head into Vicky's lap, Cool spoke to her now, her voice soft and hypnotic.“You know that you desire this more than anything; give in now, and become one of us. It is your destiny to become our sister; you know this in your heart and always have, ever since we first met.”As Cool said those words, Petra felt herself relaxing, realizing the truth of it as Hannah began to feed her the blood and 'blue' cocktail mixture from a large glass she held up to her soft lips. Petra drank deeply of the liquid in the glass, feeling her body consumed by a cool fire as it began changing her, her damaged cells rapidly regenerating, chasing the cancer from her as she became something new and different. Something no longer quite of this world...Peter cried “NO!”, but he was powerless to resist. The small vampire holding him was far too strong, and there was no way for him to escape her grip no matter how hard he struggled.Kat bared her fangs and sank them deep into Peter’s neck.
The sensation was almost sexual to him, the pain mingled with a sweet pleasure that was totally irresistible. In just an instant he was captivated, and he gave himself over to the feeling completely, falling under Kat’s spell as she continued to drain the blood from him.When she finally stopped, he was weak, but blissful.
To die like this wouldn’t be a bad way to go, he thought.Then Kat sliced at her wrist, and held the cut to his mouth.Unable to help himself, he began to suck at it, taking her blood into his mouth and swallowing it, gulping it down before Kat eventually pulled her wrist away, saying, “That’s quite enough, my boy.”It had felt wonderful to her to mingle her essence with his, and now, they were joined forever.Vicky cradled Petra’s head in her lap, stroking her soft, sweet-smelling hair and gazing into her older sister’s dark brown eyes as Cool held her close and Hannah continued to feed her the blue liquid cocktail that would not ever let her die.“You both never gave up on me, and saved me more than once, most recently getting me away from Judith and Kris." Victoria smiled. "Now it’s my turn to repay you… We discussed this, and we refuse to let either of you die so needlessly, so senselessly.”“This is our gift to the both of you… health, and eternal life. Please forgive us; we do this out of our love for you,” As Vicky said this, Hannah smiled sadly.She of all people knew their ‘gift’ was at best a mixed blessing, but for Petra at least, it was her only hope. And it was too tragic to condemn Peter to grow old alone, without either of his sisters.In time, the twins would accept what had happened to them, just as they all had had to.In time…---------------------------------------------------------NYC, present dayHannah opened the envelope containing the challenge with a single swipe of a razor sharp fingernail, and spilled its contents out onto the living room coffee table as River and I sat on either side of her.What was inside was a rather old fashioned calling card with an address in Porte de Vanves, and a playing card: the 7 of Spades.OMHG, Judith and Kris were challenging us after all this time?They must have finally found enough allies to take us on, I thought to myself, and they must be pretty strong ones.I wondered who the other five were that they had gotten to join them. Well, it didn’t make too much difference anyhow.We now had to come up with seven fighters to match their number, and there were only three of us there at the moment.Luckily, as the challenged clan, we could specify the time, the place, and the weapons. If I knew Hannah, she’d want this over and done with as soon as possible, and she’d choose blades.It was going to be a nasty battle, and before it was over, heads would roll. <to be continued> \/-----\/
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 23)AXIS OF EVILCannes, present day(sound track: Philip Glass String Quartet #2, performed by the ReDo Quartet)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzOyo7NoSBQJudith was seated regally on the couch facing the stage at Le Petit Bal, her unlaced leather boots beside it and her bare feet propped up on the pale, prone bodies of the two half-naked young girls who were lying silently on their forearms and knees facing away from each other almost motionless beneath her.
The girls were silent because they were both gagged, the round red rubber balls fastened securely around their heads with black leather straps. They were almost motionless because they were both tightly bound by black nylon ropes tied in an intricate manner by a very proficient devotee of the art of shibari.
They were not quite motionless, however, because they both needed to urinate badly, but were being forced to hold it, and had been holding desperately for quite some time now. As a result, both of them were leaking pee into their panties and trembling uncontrollably, and that trembling was providing a nice foot massage to Judith.As she rubbed her hands together and then clapped loudly, Kris appeared from backstage, holding a leash to which a hooded male figure was tethered on the opposite end. Besides the hood, which covered his entire head, he was wearing only a pair of cutoff jeans. He was bleeding from many small cuts on various parts of his body. His chest, arms and thighs had been lacerated repeatedly, and although none of the cuts were deep enough to do much more than show the faintest trail of blood, like paper cuts they were all extremely painful.The cuts were all healing rapidly, however, leaving a brand new collection of fine scar lines added to the latticework of old ones which were already present all over his body.Kris was a real expert in the art of causing maximum pain with minimum damage to her victims.
It was a skill that served them well in their bizarre enterprise: choreographing entertaining spectacles to amuse jaded, sadistic vampires.And while there were others who provided such services, Judith and Kris were renowned far and wide as the best in the business, because their shows always went on longer, their victims’ suffering prolonged sometimes for days if the price was right. This was made possible by the special twist they alone were willing to introduce: instead of the human victims that the other shows used, they tortured other vampires.A vampire’s capacity for pain and regenerative powers allowed for shows of almost infinite duration, as long as the tormentor could remain within bounds and not lose their head in the moment.Here, once again, Kris was an expert; while she got an almost sexual thrill out of causing pain, she was always careful to inflict just enough at any given moment to keep the show interesting to their audience, without ever getting carried away herself.
It was a rare talent, truly, Judith thought.“So, how do you like my boy toy?”The thin, pale, bald headed vampire had a sardonic smile on his lips as he spoke.
”I have been training him for quite some time now; it’s taken a while to break him, he was somewhat tougher than most.”“He seems to have a good threshold, and I do like the way he whimpers and shakes once we’ve gotten past it,” Kris said. ”But he’s no Vicky. Then again, neither are these two worthless bitches,” she said, gesturing contemptuously towards the girls at Judith’s feet.Just as Kris said that, the girl on the left shuddered and made a whimpering sound of her own that was audible even through her gag as she lost control and began to void the contents of her bladder, the hot urine soaking her panties and the ropes which tightly pressed against them before spraying out from between her legs in a violent arc towards the second bound girl’s privates.
As the unfortunate girl’s pee splashed against the other girl’s bottom and then dripped down onto the floor beneath her, Kris laughed evilly and sneered, “What did I just tell you? Worthless… Vicky could hold for an eternity compared to either of these two.”As if to prove her point, she then suddenly reached down and tugged violently on the black nylon rope which securely connected the other kneeling girl’s arms to each other and then ran up between her parted thighs and over her back.Right on cue, the second girl gasped behind her ball gag as the rope bit sharply into both her privates and her distended belly, and her poor over-full bladder contracted in a spasm.Unable to prevent it in any way, the floodgates opened wide within her as she began to wet herself, spraying hot pee onto the bottom and privates of the first girl as well.A large puddle was now forming beneath the two bound and helpless girls as they twisted, wriggled, and strained against the ropes which held them fast while the flow of clear, hot, fragrant pee continued to stream from their bodies as if Kris had suddenly turned the handle of an invisible tap. “Absolutely worthless… by the way, you’ll both be punished for your loss of control later,” Kris said rather gleefully to the two girls, who were still wetting but unable to enjoy the satisfaction of their release due to their awareness of the harsh consequences that would ensue from it.Finally the flow of urine abated slightly then slowed, ending in a gentle drip, drip, drip from their fully soaked matching black nylon thong panties to the floor below.“Ahh, yes, little Victoria. Her holding capacity and ability, combined with her aptitude for taking pain… one like that comes along only once in a generation or two,” Cestus replied, pointedly ignoring the pool of clear urine which was spreading beneath the two bound girls at Judith's feet. “My guests are still talking about that last show of hers, the one at which that Oliveiros woman won the bid for her. Quelle nuit, quelle spectacle!”“What if I told you that we could have a show like that on a regular basis?” Judith smiled evilly.“In order for that to happen, we would need the other one too, that girl Erica. I’m sure Madame Oliveiros would not be so keen on that idea, yes?”“Oh, I have plans for her as well,” Judith said, and little Kris grinned just as evilly as she took a razor-sharp fingernail and dragged it across the chest of the boy on the leash, causing him to flinch as she did.“We’re going to destroy Hannah Oliveiros, and enslave her sisters! And once that’s done, I have a little score of my own to settle with those humans.”
Kris spat those last words.
She still remembered what the Kushkin twins had done to her the last time they had met. They had caught her totally off-guard, and her humiliating defeat at their hands still rankled her bitterly.
Now Judith had finally hatched a plan that would give them their revenge.“Yes,” Judith added, “… and you’re going to help us.”“Now, why would I ever agree to take on an enforcer, pray tell?”From his seat in the thickly padded maroon armchair on the other side of the room, Cestus waved a pale, bony hand at Judith dismissively.“I lead a comfortable and quiet existence here in Cannes; the Elders don’t ever interfere with my business, and I see no reason to draw attention to myself in any way.”“Taking Oliveiros on alone would be suicide, I agree. But her clan is weak right now; her sisters are both young, and quite inexperienced as fighters,” Judith said.“If we issued a clan challenge she would be hard pressed to come up with the required number, and might actually have to forfeit, in which case we would win without a fight. If by some miracle she could field enough fighters, she’d be too busy protecting them to offer much resistance herself, and while she was distracted, she would be a much easier target.”“Hmmm…. that might actually work,” Cestus mused.“But what would be in it for me, if I did decide to chance it?”“I would offer you a stake in the ownership of the two girls, Vicky and Erica.”“A stake,” Cestus laughed, baring his yellowed fangs.“I am not really fond of that term. Let us instead call it a ‘percentage’.”“Call it whatever you like… say 70/30 split?”“50/50, or we have no deal,“ the thin, bald vampire said, laughing again.“The potential profit must outweigh the risk; that is only sound business practice.”“Half of something is better than all of nothing,” Kris murmured. “We need him.”“Alright, 50/50 then… do we have a deal?” Judith asked.“I haven’t fought for a long time; it’s been too long, really. I think I shall enjoy winning those two little girls as prizes, and everything we shall put them through afterwards.”As he thought of the pain and suffering that would be inflicted on Vicky and Erica for the amusement of his clients, he smiled in sadistic anticipation.“We have a deal.”
In a flash, Cestus was behind Judith, and had bitten deeply into her neck with his yellowed fangs, drawing a mouthful of blood. He swallowed it and then licked his lips approvingly.‘MMmmmm, not bad at all.”Oh, my demons, Kris thought, laughing to herself.He’s wicked fast… didn’t see that coming at all. He then offered Judith a small sample of his blood from a pinpricked fingertip. She rubbed at her neck, in shock at the thin bald vampire’s speed and strength, before taking what he gave her.“We are legitimately clanned now; the forms must always be obeyed. Shall we celebrate?” he said, as he gestured at Kris to bring the hooded boy slave closer.It was going to be a long night.<to be continued> \/-----\/
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 24)WHEN IN ROME (Kat)(sound track: Africa (alt. take), by John Coltrane)
NYC, present dayWe were all together in that huge old warehouse on the Brooklyn waterfront: Kat, the twins, Vicky, River, Hannah and I. Hannah had bought the building some time after her very first mission, the one where she had been sent up against the rogue vampire known as Lucifer, had ended so very badly for her.I wasn’t sure exactly why she had chosen the scene of her only defeat as an enforcer as the place to use as her training ground; it certainly brought back unpleasant memories for me. The last time I’d been here, I was trying to get my lover and maker’s unconscious and shattered body off of the roof before the rapidly approaching sunrise incinerated her, turning her into a pile of smoking ash. We had made it, just barely. I had grabbed her, held her close to me, and teleported us both down inside the building, deep into the shadows below. I could still vividly remember the searing pain of that effort, the way it had tortured my body to move both of us through space that way, and the suffering I had endured for many days afterwards, my entire nervous system completely out of whack as I trembled and cramped and shivered and sweated like a heroin addict going through severe withdrawal.Luckily, Hannah had recovered quickly from her own injuries, since they were only broken bones. She tended to me as I lay there helpless, barely able to move, frequently wetting myself because I couldn’t even muster the strength to get up to go to the bathroom. It had almost destroyed me to move us both that far.Teleporting was hard enough to do by yourself; moving another person with you… well, let’s just say it wasn’t recommended, and leave it at that. I certainly knew why after that experience and I wasn’t eager to recall it, much less repeat it. I hadn’t been back there since that time, but now I had to put all that aside, and focus on the task at hand. We were training for a battle. River was breathing hard with the effort of holding the long katana upright. The sword was mine, and it had been forged and balanced by the great Hattori Hanzo himself. It was a fine weapon, but although River and I were just about the same size and she was surprisingly strong for her tiny stature, I was far stronger, and she was having a lot of trouble managing to hold it correctly, much less wield it.Both Hannah and I were starting to worry, even though she was eager enough. We had put off the clan challenge for a couple of months; just long enough for us to train together, and get everyone honed and ready to fight, but it still wasn’t going to be enough time to commission Hanzo-Sama to craft a sword specifically for her, and nothing we had in our arsenal seemed to suit her. Petra and Vicky, on the other hand… it was as if they had been reborn as Japanese samurai, the way they had so rapidly become adept at using this type of sword. Peter had chosen a 1912 pattern British Cavalry saber; his large hands had no trouble with the long, heavy blade whatsoever. In his former life as a cavalry soldier, he had already had training with that weapon. Even though for all intents and purposes it was only a ceremonial thing to be worn when the occasion called for full formal dress uniform, Peter had taken the sword quite seriously and had studied its use with a fencing master, and so he had chosen that instead of a katana. River dropped the long sword to her side, panting. “I’m sorry, I just can’t use this!” she cried, clear sapphire blue tears of frustration welling up in her beautiful eyes. “Hannah picked blades, so you have to fight with one.” I said it sadly, feeling as if I had sentenced her to destruction in the upcoming battle. She laid the katana down carefully on the low table after sheathing it, and then she suddenly disappeared, teleporting to who knew where. Kat lowered her twin swords slowly, a concerned look on her face. This upcoming battle, and worrying about River…it had brought back other, more distant memories. Her chosen weapon betrayed her true age; she had a short gladius in either hand. They were blades that had once seen the dirt, sweat and blood of the magnificent Colosseum in ancient Rome, in the hands of one of the greatest female gladiators to ever enter that arena...ROME, circa 81 AD... An arena lit by torches, the shouts of the unruly crowd, her defeated opponent lying at her bare feet, her blades raised and waiting for the Emperor’s decision… “ACHILLIA!… ACHILLIA!… ACHILLIA!” Her sandy blonde hair fell to her shoulders, unrestrained by any protective headgear. She wore only a brief loincloth, and the leather wrappings around her arms and legs that were permitted a Dimachaerus, one who fights with two swords. Pairings were often deliberately unequal, pitting a smaller, lighter, faster combatant against a larger, much more heavily armored opponent. She was barefoot, bareheaded, and her small conical breasts were exposed to the lewd stares of the crowd.“Why have female gladiators at all if the spectators can’t tell the difference?” her tutor had replied when she had once questioned why she would be wearing so little into the arena.Her initial shame had soon disappeared, however, replaced by a sense of pride in her hard body, and her arousal from the knowing that she titillated the crowd with her appearance as much as she impressed them with her skill. A patrician woman was not supposed to engage in such pursuits, but she had reached an arrangement with a retired local lanista in the provinces who was now serving as a tutor in the collegia iuvenum, and during sojourns at her senator husband’s country estate she had begun training, no longer content to merely watch from the stands while the fighting went on beneath her seat. She had shown talent, and she had worked hard; first sparring with other, more experienced Amazones, then engaging in real combat in the provincial arenas where no one knew her real name or status.Her husband was content to have her away from Rome for as long as she wished… she could not bear him children, and he preferred to dally with slave girls and boys for his pleasure in any case. Unlike many other young wives who had been abandoned by their husbands, she had not taken a lover, and so her daily life had become predictable, devoid of excitement and joy, until the day her best friend had invited her to accompany her and her husband to watch the local gladiator games. Claudia had only wanted someone to talk to and to keep her company, since it was required that she be seen by her husband’s side in any case, and her old childhood friend was happy to have a diversion of any kind. Catulla found herself captivated by the spectacle, however.Those hard muscled bodies joined in violent struggle, the unmistakable odor of sweat, and blood, and even urine as bladders voided in fear, or pain, or even release after death...this was real drama, nothing like the plays her husband was so fond of. ‘Tragedy’, indeed… the only tragedy was his preference for the theatre over this, the true drama:
life or death right there before one’s very eyes. She became addicted to the games, attending every one given… but before too long simply watching would no longer suffice. She fantasized about being in the arena herself, a sword in her hand, her life on the line, and the thought alone was enough to make her feel alive again. An unfamiliar and very pleasant warmth was starting to make itself known between her thighs as she pressed them together beneath her silk stola and her tunic, picturing herself standing there nearly naked, a sword in her hand. She made discreet inquiries, and finally found a man who would take her on as a student, even though he had at first complained that she was too old… she had been only seventeen at the time; Oh my Heavenly Goddess Minerva!She had dedicated herself to Minerva, goddess of wisdom and warfare, hoping to become strong and wise in the ways of combat, and in time, the goddess had rewarded her with plentiful gifts of fortitude and skills beyond belief. She felt herself a mere vessel, an oracle through whom the Goddess spoke in deed rather than in word. This being so, each victory was due to Her favor and Catulla, now known as the Amazone Achillia, would always give proper thanks as she raised her swords in the arena, and proper tribute in Minerva’s temples afterwards. Word of her prowess had spread quickly. A gladiatrix pairing was always extremely popular with the crowd and her skill combined with her beauty soon commanded the top price, but she did not fight for money; money she had, and ample to both her basic needs and her desires. The denarii she earned in the arena she freely gave to her lanista friend, who had trained her and now acted as her manager, arranging her upcoming matches and keeping her true identity a closely guarded secret… until now.She kept only enough to pay travel expenses, a good doctor to see to the few wounds she received in battle, a masseuse to soothe her tired muscles, and for the upkeep of her equipment. Even though her husband had never kept a close watch on how his money was spent, her own sense of honour would not permit her to spend even the smallest part of his sizeable personal fortune on her secret pastime. This was something that belonged to her, and to her alone. But now, she was in the provinces no more… As her fame had spread, finally she had piqued the curiosity of the Emperor Domitian, who wished to see this Achillia for himself. He had arranged for her to be brought to Rome, to fight in the new Flavian Amphitheatre… and there was no way for her to refuse. Now she was trapped, for it would be impossible for her to conceal her identity any longer. She had prayed to the Goddess, she had cried hot tears like a little girl in the arms of dear Claudia, the only one besides her lanista who was privy to her secret… but one did not refuse the Emperor anything, especially if one was a lowly lanista from the provinces with a good fighter in one’s stable.Normally, this would have been the chance of a lifetime for the lucky lanista and his favoured fighter, but for Catulla, it would be the end of life as she had known it.She was to fight in the largest arena in the Empire, in Rome, in front of the Emperor, yes; but also in front of the noble senators and the equestrii who were friends of her husband, in front of the shopkeepers from whom she purchased their food and clothing, and before the common rabble as well, almost naked and without a helmet or mask to cover her features. Her husband would be humiliated, and she herself would be disgraced; her life as a patrician would be finished after this. The lanista knew this also, and he had begged her to simply vanish, vowing to make some excuse to the Emperor, but Catulla suspected that there would be severe consequences for him if he did not appear on the appointed day along with his vaunted gladiatrix. Most likely he would be put to the sword... if he were lucky. If not, he would be tortured for days first. The Emperor was reputed to be quite cruel when his caprices and desires were not met promptly and with great enthusiasm.And so she had appeared, and she had fought, and she had been victorious. Now she waited on the decision, her twin blades raised in triumph, her foe lying at her bare feet, her hard muscled body streaked with the dirt and sweat and blood of combat for the last time… the crowd shouting the name she had been given, the flickering light of the torches illuminating the darkness; she drank it all in… for the last time.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------As the crowd continued to chant her name, they raised their thumbs up, calling for a missio. The girl at her feet had fought bravely, and a gladiatrix was a rare enough thing these days that they did not want to see one wasted, especially not one as lovely and as talented as her opponent had been. Catulla had had to work hard for her victory this time, sustaining a few wounds and gaining great respect for her adversary in the process. She had no desire to put this girl to death, and so she was happy that the crowd called for mercy. The final decision belonged to the Emperor, however, and now she and the entire arena looked to him expectantly as he stood and held out his right hand horizontally with his thumb extended, pausing theatrically to prolong the drama of the moment before rendering his verdict.Normally, the editor would simply confirm the decision of the crowd, life or death by popular vote. As Catulla kept one sword raised above her head, she lowered the other and glanced down at the girl at her feet. She was exceptionally pretty, her dark brown hair set off by eyes that were an unusual shade of green, almost like the rare jade stones from the east, her skin tanned. Was she a slave who had been forced into this life, or another patrician girl just as she herself had once been, Catulla wondered. The girl had scars that attested to the fact that this was not her first time in the arena, a fact confirmed by her exceptional fighting skill. She smiled up at Catulla, gracious even in defeat. This young girl was accepting whatever the outcome might be; she had fought bravely, giving honour to the Goddess Minerva while earning the same for herself.Catulla looked up towards the Emperor once more, only to see his thumb now turning downwards. He had decreed that her opponent be put to death, despite the crowd’s desire for mercy.She raised her second blade above her head, poised and ready to strike the death blow, time seeming to come to a standstill for a moment. Would this be how she would be remembered, as an instrument of imperial whim? This girl deserved a better fate, and in any case, her own career was finished, her marriage was over, and if her life were to be forfeit as well, so be it… Alea jacta est, she thought.Catulla sheathed one of her swords behind her back, and extended a hand to the supine girl. The girl took her hand gratefully and with Catulla’s help, she rose to her feet in the center of the great arena as the crowd roared its approval of this outcome. Catulla then raised both arms while still grasping the other Amazone’s hand firmly so that it too was raised in a victory salute. The chant began: “MISSIO ! MISSIO! MISSIO!” Louder and louder it grew, until it was a deafening roar that could not be denied.The Emperor had at first been angry that this Achillia had dared to defy his wishes, but he was nonetheless a shrewd politician and quickly determined how to make the best of this situation.He gestured for silence, quickly bringing both the rabble and the nobles alike under his spell. “Achillia, you are wise indeed! Acknowledging the worth of your foe, and rendering honor to her and to the Goddess you both serve, you bring honor to yourself as well!" The Emperor spoke thusly, his powerful voice somehow carrying to the furthest reaches of the Colosseum."I declare the slave Amazone now to be Rudiaria; she has earned her freedom since you in your wisdom have seen fit to grant her a new life!”The crowd now roared again, their desire for drama more than sated. They had first witnessed a mighty match, and now here was an ending that was the stuff of legend! This story would be told again and again: the tale of a gladiatrix whose sense of justice and mercy had convinced the Emperor himself to change his decision. The granting of the rudis was a fairly unusual occurrence. It was a diversion for the crowd and required that all due pomp and ceremony be rendered. The games paused as the Emperor now proceeded to the center of the arena to present the slave girl Amazone with the short wooden sword. To an enslaved gladiator, receiving the rudis meant that he was no longer a slave, but had now become a free man - a Rudiarius. As the beautiful girl took the rudis from the Emperor's hand, she gestured towards Catulla with the other, the crowd's cheering growing now, becoming even more deafening than before. She turned to Catulla and smiled again, then turned away and walked from the arena as a free woman, without ever once looking back. And the multitude in the arena chanted their names; they had become immortal now, idolized by the mob. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The large estate in the suburbs of Rome stood in stark contrast to the noisy, brightly lit arena when Catulla returned home. It was dark, and silent, no torches lit and no one to greet her as she had walked along the paved stones leading to the house, her sandals making a soft slapping noise which sounded overly loud to her ears. She carried her two swords in their sheaths, her loincloth, and her arm and leg wrappings in a linen sack on her back and she was now clothed modestly in a cotton stola, complete with a palla on top and a silk tunic and loincloth underneath them. It was a warm night, and she was perspiring slightly; the long walk from the end of the public road where the lanista and she had parted ways was slightly uphill and she was already tired from her exertions in the arena earlier. A dark house, no torches lit... where was her husband, where were their servants, she wondered as she entered their silent abode. It was just as well that there was no one about, for she was exhausted and yearned only for the softness of her bed.She was actually glad that she would not have to face her husband just yet, although the news of her appearance in the arena must surely have reached his ears rapidly enough. Rome was rife with gossip, it was like sport to some, a pastime to others; good reputations destroyed forever in a brief instant with a careless or malicious word...She removed the belt below her small bosom and the wider one at her waist, then unclasped the fibulae at her shoulders which held her sleeveless stola in place. It fell to the floor, leaving her clad only in her tunic and loincloth.She got into her bed. Tomorrow there would be time to face the consequences of her actions; for now all she wanted was sleep, and the Goddess mercifully granted her this boon. Her eyes closed, the world disappeared...She was suddenly roused from a deep slumber by rough hands seizing her and dragging her from her bed. Extremely groggy, she had no chance to fight back before she was bound hand and foot and gagged, then taken along the now torchlit passageways of her house and thrown over the back of a horse as if she were a sack of lime mortar being taken to a construction site. It was not to a construction site that she was being taken, however. The horse, its rider and its cargo were headed deep into the woods outside the gates of the city.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The pain was unbelievable. She had been attached to the trunk of an old thick tree by means of nails driven through her hands, her arms raised above her head and affixed there in what seemed a parody of a victory salute, her legs tied spread apart to expose her naked privates and the slave brand which had been burned into her inner thighs, her silk tunic and loincloth torn from her body and left at her feet, along with the sack containing her gladiatorial possessions. She had been scourged as well, her back now flayed, cut, and bleeding profusely. “If you wish to act as a man, then you shall also be punished as one,” her husband had said, although he had been too weak or cowardly to wield the flagellum himself. Instead, he had paid four soldiers quite handsomely to do the work of abducting her, and all the rest, including their silence about what had occurred.Abandoned to her fate deep in the woods, Catulla was now weak and ready to pass out from loss of blood, and she prayed to the Goddess Minerva for deliverance from this torture. She heard a sound behind her, a soft rustling sound.Suddenly, there was someone there… it was the girl from the arena, the one she had fought, the one whose life she had spared in defiance of the Emperor’s whim. I must be dreaming, or already dead, Catulla thought to herself.“This is no dream,” the girl said softly. “I followed you home, meaning to thank you, but waited outside, for I could not enter uninvited. Then I witnessed all that has happened since." She raised a hand to Catulla’s forehead, brushing her sandy blonde hair back from her face.“Oh, Achillia, what they have done to you… we shall make them pay dearly for it!” “My life is ended, sweet one…” Catulla whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. “Go now, and live for the both of us.”“No, not ended... only changed from what you have hitherto known."The young girl smiled somewhat sadly, baring her snow white fangs. "You set me free, and I shall do what I can to repay you. Goddess grant that it may suffice, and that you shall forgive me for what I must now do.”She sank her fangs into Catulla’s neck, piercing the jugular vein, and drank deeply of her blood. <to be continued> \/-----\/ |
Well, seeing as how some of you can hardly wait for the sunrise,
here's the latest episode of SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD, and i hope
you will enjoy it... this week, we are featuring the girl everyone just
loves to hate, LOL...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 25)DOLLS IN THE PLAYHOUSE (Janet and Diana)(sound track: S & M, performed by Rihanna, feat. Britney Spears)
Kris was playing with Janet and Diana, the new toys.Although they were not nearly as much fun individually as Vicky had been, at least there were two of them, which presented a number of different scenarios that were impossible to realize with a single victim, no matter how talented they were at suffering pain and humiliation.For example, at the moment she had both girls holding again, and they were both tied in the intricate shibari fashion Kris always used, but one girl was in suspension above the other.Earth and sky; their heads were pointed in opposite directions, and the girl in suspension had been positioned strategically so that when she lost control eventually, her pee would end up on the other girl’s face, the bottom girl's hair being attached in such a way as to prevent her from turning her head at all.Kris had even fitted a special ball gag onto poor Janet, one which had a hollowed out center through which a rubber tube could be inserted, or even a funnel. It was the funnel attachment she had in at the moment, so that when Diana finally couldn’t hold it anymore and began to wet herself, her pee would end up running into the funnel, and then directly into Janet’s mouth, and she would have no choice but to drink it all down.Of course, since Diana was being punished as well, she wasn’t going to get off so easily by simply being allowed to wet herself, either. Janet was plugged at the opposite end also; a catheter tube had been inserted into her urethra and now Kris was busy with a rather large syringe, pumping water directly into her already swollen and distended bladder, water which had no way to escape so long as the catheter tube remained in place and capped in between each syringe being emptied into her.Janet was already quite full now, and she would have been begging Kris to stop, if only she could speak. The plan was to build up enough pressure in the bottom girl’s bladder so that when she lost control and began to pee, it would all be carried along the tube’s extension up into a similar ball gag which had no funnel attached, just the tube that would carry Janet’s hot urine into Diana’s mouth.Both girls had been carefully filled to capacity by means of direct injection of water into their bladders, a rapid, reliable, and humiliating method.Now Kris was going to enjoy seeing which one could hold out the longest while she applied cold and pressure to their distended bellies.The two bound girls were both actually quite submissive and obedient; it was somewhat difficult for Kris to find things to fault them for so that she could punish them legitimately… but she always had her old standby, unsanctioned wetting.It was so easy. First fill the poor girls up totally, then tell them they weren’t allowed to pee without permission, and finally, just withhold permission until they peed their panties like little two year old girls having trouble with their toilet training.Judith and Kris had found the two of them wandering around the Place St. Severin in Les Halles trying to purchase some hashish or marijuana, unsuccessfully.Silly tourists; it took real talent to be unable to score anything in that location, Kris thought, laughing… drugs and drug dealers were all over the place.In any case, when the two evil girl vamps had invited them both back to their place for a party, they came willingly, anticipating sex and drugs, and maybe a little rock and roll as well.Instead, they had both ended up in their present situation, as submissive slave vampires who had to obey every command, and submit to every whim of their mistresses.Their obedience was assured easily, because they wouldn’t be fed if they didn’t do as they were told, and not being fed resulted in nervous system disruption that felt very much like heroin withdrawal, especially to a relatively young vampire. So they would do anything in order to avoid that sensation…anything at all.On the other hand, being fed their proper dose of blood was like having that same heroin in their system; they felt all soft, warm, and euphoric, as if they were being hugged from the inside…it was a dark glow, but a glow nonetheless.The two girls were trapped in an interminable cycle of pleasure and pain, constantly alternating between the two, and after awhile, one was inseparable from the other for them.Kris was very good at conditioning submissives, first getting them to accept their fate and then, at some point, to actually begin to enjoy it. Even the most painful and humiliating treatment would become pleasurable to them, because they eventually existed only to make her happy, and what made her happy made them happy, no matter how much it might hurt.This is when she usually got rid of them, because she was twisted to the point where she really only enjoyed herself when they didn’t, and bending them to her will was the most fun, followed a distant second by breaking them.Once they had been broken, she and Judith either sold them on, or destroyed them. They were no fun anymore.These two had been plenty of fun for her, though. They had taken long enough to totally accept that this was to be their fate from here to eternity, if they managed to survive for that long.Kris smiled to herself, remembering that Janet had been particularly feisty and hard to break… well, just look at the little bitch now. Kris had her trained to the point where she’d wet herself almost at the snap of a finger.The struggling, the defiance, the efforts to escape… it was all so amusing, no matter how many times she’d seen it… and she’d seen it quite often.Somehow, it just never got old.Now she had gotten them to the point of submission, between her bondage and pain sessions and the pleasure of feeding time. They had finally accepted their roles as subs, and their fate as vampires.It was time to start training them to fight.Of course, they were more like cannon fodder than anything else, just extra bodies to help make up the required seven.Kris doubted that either of these girls had what it took to be an effective fighter, but if they were destroyed in the battle, she would be more than happy to sacrifice them for the sake of gaining two much more worthwhile slaves.Little Vicky and Erica together, oh my demons, the many possibilities! Kris felt her fangs extending involuntarily at the thought of it, as if she could already smell them, and taste their blood.Between what she was doing to Janet and Diana, and what she was thinking about doing to Vicky and Erica once she had them under her thumb, she was starting to get just a bit moist between her legs now, oozing her arousal into her black silk thong panties under her tight skinny jeans.She walked over to where Diana was hanging, and quickly thrust one hand down into the suspended girl’s privates, while pressing her other hard onto the poor girl’s swollen bladder.The sudden pressure of Kris’ ice cold hands in both places at once had Diana gasping behind her ball gag. She squirmed as much as her bonds would allow her to as a brief spurt of pee escaped her and ran straight into the tube which was connecting her bladder to Janet’s mouth funnel.As Kris saw the first flow of clear liquid passing through the tube, she grinned evilly. The real test of the system was how it would work the other way though, from the bottom up.Seeing as how both toys were just about as full as they could be, Kris decided there was no point in delaying the inevitable; this was only a test run in any event.She decided to hasten things along by spanking Diana’s upturned bottom with a wooden paddle. The paddling was the punishment for her losing control and wetting her panties without permission at Le Petit Bal.The burning pain of that spanking had her losing control again after just a few hard swats on her rear, and the clear urine started to flow constantly as her full bladder began rapidly voiding its contents uncontrollably while she twitched and squirmed in her bonds, moaning from behind her ball gag.Janet’s eyes widened in horror; she could see Diana’s hot pee running through the tube towards her mouth and knew there was no way to prevent that from happening.At least it was almost entirely fresh water that had just been pumped into her, not liquid which had been processed through the suspended girl’s kidneys… It doesn’t taste bad at all, thank goodness, Janet thought. She sure is peeing an awful lot though...Kris laid the paddle down; she couldn’t spank Janet to get her to pee since she was lying face up below Diana, and since Janet had only wet at Le Petit Bal in reaction to Kris tugging on her bondage rope, she was being punished a bit less severely.Kris had decided on tickle torture for Janet, and even as she was being forced to swallow the liquid flowing down the tube from Diana’s bladder, the sadistic red headed vampire had begun to tickle first her bare feet, then her belly, and finally her armpits.Unable to wriggle or laugh, poor Janet started to relieve her tension in the only way she could, by peeing.Now that Kris had unblocked the tube, the pressure that had built up in Janet's bladder was so severe that the urine flowed out of her quite forcefully, making its way up the narrow tube which passed through Diana’s ball gag and directly into the mouth of the girl in suspension above her.“It works!” The evil little vampire practically squealed with delight.Kris couldn’t resist a few extra swats on Diana’s already reddened bottom as each girl continued to empty the contents of her full bladder into the mouth of the other.The best part was that if she kept them like this long enough, all of the liquid they had just been forced to swallow would be processed through their bodies, and then they would be ready to pee again.At the thought of a near perfect circle of urine intake and output between the two helpless girls, Kris was on the brink of orgasm.She decided to leave the girls as they were, anticipating a second round of exchange between the two of them.It would be awhile before they were ready to pee again, and she needed a few moments to herself right now.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
Oh my little friends, fans and fiends, it is All Hallows Eve, the night when all dark and evil things hold sway.
i feel compelled to give you the latest chapter in this story a bit early. If it gives you chills, so much the better...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 26)
New York City, present day
(sound track: Born Under A Bad Sign, by Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaughan)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26qBxol3Lx0
It had been a couple of days since River had pulled her disappearing act at the warehouse, and Hannah and I were starting to get a little worried.
She had seemed really upset at her inability to handle the katana, especially in contrast to both Vicky and Petra.
In any case, worried or not, we had to keep training and hope she would return to us soon.
In the coming fight, we at least needed to field the correct number of fighters, and if Hannah and I had to protect her and keep her safe while Kat, Vicky and the twins cut the opposition down to a more manageable number, we could live with that.
The main problem was we had no idea of the strength of the opposing clan, since all they had to declare was the number of fighters they would be represented by.
We could count on Judith and Kris, and the two of them were undoubtedly competent and experienced. The other five were a complete mystery, and might remain so right up until the moment we confronted them. We simply had to train our hardest, and prepare for the worst case scenario, seven lethal and experienced vamps facing us.
Kat had been up against more than one opponent at a time in the arena; she had experience in that situation both alone, and as part of a small group. The plan was for us to form a circle around River, and facing outwards we would defend against any attack on her. By fighting mainly defensively until we could isolate any weak links in the opposing clan, we could conserve our strength and energy, and then hopefully dispatch the weakest ones rapidly so that we would have them outnumbered.
Personally, I thought the plan was a bit optimistic; I didn’t see how we would be able to hold the circle for very long, but Kat was convinced it would work and she had a lot more experience in these matters than I did, that was certain.
She had the five of us in a circle around a chair, and she took turns attacking each of us with the point and edge of her twin blades, and you can believe me when I say that her attacks were furious; to me it felt as if she was really going for the kill, even though I knew she was pretty much in cruise mode, maybe giving about six tenths of what she was really capable of.
She didn’t want to put any of us out of commission before the actual fight, just to give us a bit of a workout and a taste of what was to come.
Well, we were getting a workout for sure…
I was dripping clear blue perspiration from all over, from my forehead, from my armpits, it was dripping down the small of my back from between my shoulder blades under my black lycra sportsbra, the waistband of my matching leggings was soaked with it…
I was wet almost everywhere.
My breath was coming hard and ragged, but I was still able to hold the katana up in the proper position to parry a strike.
Damn, girl… there was only one of her, and she was testing the five of us like this!
Only Hannah seemed unfazed; she wasn’t sweating, or even breathing hard like the rest of us.
She was just standing there; calm, her katana at the ready, eyes focused… waiting.
Suddenly, I heard that familiar rustling sound and felt a chill on my back.
When I turned around, there was River, sitting in the chair in the middle of our circle.
She was holding a large and oddly shaped blue canvas bag in her lap and she was smiling broadly.
“Hi, sweetie! Welcome back,” I said.
I wanted to give her a huge hug, but I still had a razor sharp katana in my hands.
There would be time for hugs and kisses later…
“Yes, welcome back! Where did you get off to, then?” Petra asked.
“I had to fetch something, something I haven’t had in my hands for quite a while,” River replied as
she stood up, opened the bag, and pulled out a long thin fencing foil.
She raised the foil up in salute, and then said, “En garde!” before lunging savagely at me.
I barely had time to parry her lightning fast thrust before she whirled around, attacking from the other side. Her insane speed made her just a blur of motion, her footwork was precise and sure, and the way she handled that foil, OMHG.
She kept up her onslaught for a while, and I defended as best I could, somehow just barely managing to keep from getting skewered on the point of her sword.
Finally, Hannah said, “Enough!”
River had proved her capabilities and she didn’t want either of us getting hurt before the upcoming challenge. We all had to be at 100%.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Peter muttered.
“I couldn’t handle the katana; it was too heavy and not balanced for me, but there are blades, and then there are blades,” River said. “I was a Junior Fencing Champion once, before I became what I am now. If I can use this in the challenge instead, I shouldn’t be totally helpless.”
Kat reared her head back and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” River asked, a bit defensively.
“Oh, nothing,” Kat said in reply. “It’s just that you remind me of someone I once knew, a long, long time ago.”
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Imperial Gaul, circa 85 A.D.
The campfire was warm, although there was already a hint of winter in the air.
Catulla and Despina (for that was what the girl with the green eyes was called) were huddled together under a blanket of sorts made out of wolfskin.
The unfortunate wolf pack that had thought to have the two vampire girls for a meal had ended up being dinner themselves, the meat and blood enough to sustain them for a few days.
They needed blood to survive now; Despina had made that very clear. She didn’t regret what she had done, because as far as she was concerned there had been no other real option.
It was either let the girl who had saved her perish from loss of blood, or turn her.
Now they were traveling through the countryside together, and at nightfall they rested.
Despina had no real clan; she had become a vampire after being acquired as a slave.
Her lanista master was actually a vampire himself. He was one of the rare ones, a daywalker.
He was impervious to sunlight, and all of his fighters were daywalker vampires too, slave vampires who fought viciously in the arena, and who, as victors, could slake their thirst to the amusement of the crowd.
Despina had been relatively new to the vampire life when she and Catulla had battled in the arena, but her strength and speed had already been exceptional; now, after training alongside Catulla for the past four years, the two of them were almost invincible as a team.
Despina was extraordinarily fast, and of course she had the strength that came with being a vampire. Catulla was not quite as fast, but she was a bit stronger.
They had had to give up the arena of course; it was too public and they had to keep a low profile now, after what they had done to Catulla’s husband and the four soldiers who had tortured her on his behalf and left her dying in the woods on the day they had first met.
Before leaving Rome, they had first found all four soldiers drinking up the profits from their crime in a small tavern. When the soldiers left the tavern at closing time, roaring drunk, Despina and Catulla had followed them into a dark alley where they had stopped to relieve themselves and showed them what a vampire’s thirst was like, draining all four completely. The last one had actually lost control of his bladder and wet himself just like a little girl, trembling in fear as Catulla had approached him, her eyes flashing and fangs red with the blood of his fallen companions.
He even had the nerve to beg for mercy !
Mercy... they had been merciful indeed, for his end was comparatively swift and painless.
Especially compared to what they had done to Catulla's husband... they had taken his hands, and his feet, and his eyes, and finally, his manhood; by the time they had finished with him, he had been begging for death, but they had left him alive to suffer.
"Catulla, why do you shiver now? The fire is blazing, and we are warm beneath our blanket, are we not?" Despina wrapped her arms around Catulla, holding her ever more tightly in her strong embrace.
"Fear not, it was but a fleeting thought, and one of no import," Catulla replied, returning her vampire lover's caresses.
<to be continued>
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Dearest friends, fans and fiends, it's my favourite day of the week again,
my favourite because once more i can share the latest installment of this story with you all.
Here's hoping that you will enjoy it !
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.27)A BIRD IN THE HAND... (Celestin)Paris, France 1625(sound track: Gavotte with Six Variations on piano, by J.P. Rameau)
The edicts had clearly banned dueling, and yet there they were in the courtyard of the Carmelite convent, swords drawn and ready to fight shortly after the tower bell had tolled midnight.
There was no mistaking their posture for anything else. The younger man, slight of build and with long sandy blond hair, his clothing simple and quite unadorned as if he had just arrived in Paris from the countryside somewhere, and the older one, darker and dressed in the full regalia of a King’s Musketeer, were both facing one another with determined mien. Two more men, also musketeers, lounged nearby, one a rather heavy-set man with a ruddy complexion who was watching avidly while standing and sipping from a bottle of wine, and the other, much thinner although tall and handsome, seeming quite bored and disinterested as he sat quietly on a small outcropping of rock, reading from a book of verse.“Our friend should dispatch this fellow without too much trouble,” the heavy-set man said to the one who was reading. “Even with that wound to his arm, I cannot believe that this young country lad will be much of a challenge for him.”“A pity, really…” the other man spoke in a refined tone without looking up from his book.
“It seems a shame to waste such fighting spirit. I doubt that he will live long enough to settle with either of us, and yet-“He broke off his sentence suddenly as a small group of Cardinal’s Guards entered the convent courtyard.“What’s this, musketeers dueling in defiance of the edicts?” Their leader, Monsieur de Jussac, said this with a sarcastic sneer.“I must ask you to put down your weapons and follow us.” “You again! Why don’t you leave us alone? If we saw you fighting, we’d be sure not to interrupt you!” the older man cried. “Just let us be, and you’ll be amused at no trouble to yourselves.”Monsieur de Jussac said, “Out of the question. We have our duty to do, so put up your swords and come with us.” “If we were our own masters we would most surely comply with your request, but unfortunately, our commander Monsieur de Treville has forbidden us to do anything of the sort,” the seated musketeer said in a dry tone, finally looking up bemusedly from his book. “So you’d best continue on about your own business, and leave us to ours.”The five guards all bristled at this comment, and de Jussac replied, “If you don’t come at once, we shall force you to comply.”The three men in musketeer uniform drew together quickly at this last threat and conferred with each other in a low tone, while the young man listened closely, then declared, “You are not three; we are four!”Looking the young man over quickly, de Jussac said, “Monsieur, you have no place in this quarrel; out of the way, you have leave to withdraw.”The youngest man made no such move however; he stood fast, to the great pleasure of his new allies and the surprise of de Jussac, who had expected this green young upstart to turn tail and run, jumping at the chance he had just been offered to save his own skin.“You’re going to resist, then? All of you?” de Jussac cried.“Did you expect anything else, you fool?” The heavy-set man laughed heartily.And so the fight had begun.
At the end of it, three of the Cardinal’s guards had been wounded, one was dying, and the last one standing, now outnumbered, had been ordered to surrender by his commander, de Jussac. Rather than hand over his sword, he had broken it over his knee and then tossed the two parts of it over the convent wall, and now he stood there with his arms folded over his chest, whistling a little Cardinalist ditty, to the amusement of his opponents. Such gallantry could only be admired…The four who had been challenged now helped the unwounded man gather his comrades and lay them on the steps of the convent, all except for the dying guard, who they thought to be beyond saving and therefore had left where he had fallen. They then withdrew from the courtyard.
Shortly thereafter, the wounded men rose from the steps of the convent and left the courtyard along with their intact companion, carrying the dying man… although his suffering was great, he had not yet passed on.They brought him to the section of town called Port Royal, past the Jardins de Luxembourg, and left him with a leather sack of gold louis coins on his chest outside of a small house in the rue de La Santé across from the prison. Once they had departed, the door opened quickly, and the man and the sack of coins were taken inside by a thin pale figure. “Ah, I see the Cardinal’s Guards are about to receive another into the ranks of their undead forces,” the creature inside said to the dying man as he laid him upon a bare wooden table in the middle of the room. “And by what name were you called up until now?”“My name is Celestin D’Issy,” the man on the table said in a whisper. “Celestin, ha, that's a good one!” The pale figure laughed at the irony of it. “Well, Monsieur D’Issy, there will be naught of heaven about you after this night, I assure you.” As the man on the table passed out and lay there, weak from loss of blood and unable to move, the pale creature bared his fangs and sank them into his neck to begin the slow process of turning him into a vampire.The following night, de Jussac and the other three returned to the house in the rue de La Santé.Celestin was standing by the doorway when it opened to reveal the four men who had carried him to this house the night before.“We have come to collect our friend,” de Jussac said.‘He is ready,” the pale vampire replied, baring his fangs in a distorted smile. “This is passing strange, my friends. I should be dead of those wounds, and yet here I stand before you, intact and unharmed,”Celestin mused.“Have you not yet guessed what has happened to you?” de Jussac said, his eyes narrowing. “You are not dead, but neither are you quite alive."“Speak not in such riddles,” Celestin said plaintively. “It is no riddle, it is merely the truth of it. You now exist in a realm somewhere between life and death; you have become like the four of us,” de Jussac said as he bared his teeth, and extended his fangs.“Now you know why the Cardinal’s Guards wear red and black; the red is for the blood we must take for our sustenance, and the black for the dark of night… the light of day you shall not see again, lest you be destroyed by the sun.” “May God have mercy on my soul!” Celestin exclaimed, horrified.“God has nothing to do with it; your soul is beyond His reach at present,” de Jussac said, an evil smile upon his thin lips. “Since you now owe your very existence to His Eminence the Cardinal, swear once more your loyalty to him, above all else this time!”Celestin fell to his knees and swore fealty and obedience to Cardinal Richelieu, for he had no other choice now it seemed.“Henceforth, you shall be known only as Cestus, the demon maul of His Eminence.”de Jussac and the others laughed as he rose and took his sword from them.Drawing their cloaks around themselves, the five demonic guards left the house and disappeared into the night fog.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
OK, it's time for the latest chapter of the story, and i hope it will be to your liking ...
we're back in the modern era for a look at a bit of Cool's past this time.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 28)Playing In The Band (Cool)(sound track: Shango Pt. lll, by Charlie Hunter)
The warehouse, Brooklyn waterfront NYC, present dayTaking a short break from our training for the big fight, we were all lounging around the kitchenette having a blood pack snack when Petra turned to me and asked how long I'd been playing the sax for. I guess she had heard me practicing in the stairwell at some point; I often did that when I got too nervous or stressed out about something, and what we were going to be doing, facing a rival clan to battle for our very existence, maybe... that was certainly stressing me out. But the horn always helped me to relax.
"You're quite good, you know," she said, smiling at me as I shook my head to signify I didn't agree in the least.
"I tell her that constantly," Hannah said with a grin. "But she never believes it. At least we finally got her to play out, though." "Yeah, once..." I muttered. "Only once..."NYC, 1986We were all sitting in this tiny dressing room backstage at a bar in the theatre district called Tin Pan Alley, getting ready to go onstage for our very first show. I was a bundle of nervous energy too, bouncing off the walls, drinking Jack Daniels and ginger ale like it was water, and chain smoking my vanilla clove cigarettes... seeing as how I was about to play the sax in public for the first time that should probably come as no surprise, right? The bar was packed with vampires, and any clan feuds had hopefully been forgotten for the night. Everyone we knew had come out to hear Frosty and The Snowmen; yeah, I know, it was pretty lame as names go, but it was all I could think of on short notice when we got the gig due to another band pulling out at the last minute.An old friend of Hannah’s owned the bar, and rather than have a Thursday night with no music, she asked if I would be able to fill in. Well, Hannah basically just accepted on my behalf, and told me I was doing it, no excuses or argument. She was firm about it, too.
“You’ve been playing that thing for almost twenty-five years now. I think it’s about time you did something besides sit in the living room and play along with records,” she had told me.And that was that…
So I got a band together: Ruby Redd on electric bass, Jade Sung on guitar, and Jenny Flex on the drums… all vampire girls, just like me.We were playing some pretty weird music, a semi-improvised psychedelic acid punk surf jazz kind of thing that was part Hendrix, part electric Miles, part Ventures, and part Sex Pistols. None of us could sing worth a damn so there were no vocals.
Ruby was the only one who’d actually been in a band before. She was a great bass player too, funky as anything, skinny and tall in her retro dashiki and brown leather pants, with a huge afro and her gold doorknocker earrings swinging to the beat as she and Jenny locked into the rhythm, while Jade alternated between her scratch and skronk thing and a pretty good approximation of a Hammond B3, and I floated melodies over it all, sometimes dissonant and sometimes not. As for Jenny, she was a real beauty; if you can imagine a California girl reborn as one of the undead, well, that was her. Somehow she managed to look both goth and surfer at the same time, playing the drums almost naked in her denim cutoffs and a black tank top, with her piercings and tats, her long blonde hair, crazy purple metallic eye shadow, and black lipstick.
Jade was even smaller than I am, with a Louise Brooks bob to her black and super shiny perfect Asian hair that was a nice match to both the tight PVC catsuit she was wearing and her black Stratocaster. I was in super tight black jeans and a sheer black silk shirt with a black lace bra underneath, and a pair of snakeskin platform high heeled pumps that added about five inches to my height. Hannah had bought them for me just for the gig.So we all looked pretty good, if I dare say so myself.As for what we were going to sound like… well, at first I thought it was probably going to be more fun to play than to sit and listen too, but with Jenny and Ruby so solid, everything sounded amazing when I’d play back the rehearsal recordings, so I figured if I didn’t choke or wet myself in terror when I looked out at the crowd on the night of the gig, we’d do alright.The problem was that by now, the second fear was getting awfully close to becoming a reality. Just before we were supposed to start our set, I was all jittery and I suddenly realized that I needed to pee pretty badly. When I got to the restroom, I had to break up a fight between one of our friends and a girl from a rival clan, and I was so freaked out from that, I went straight back to the dressing room. Yeah, I had totally forgotten why I had gone in there in the first place.
Classic Erica, really…Now I really had to pee, desperately so, but we had just been announced and I wouldn’t have time to go before the set started. I just was going to have to hold it. Normally, I wouldn’t have been very concerned about either thing, holding or wetting, but this was in full view of all of our friends, not to mention a lot of other vamps I didn't know, OMHG. So we hit the small stage, really not much more than a few sheets of plywood screwed together to raise us off the floor slightly, but whatever, y'know? The other girls all sounded great, but I was totally tense, and my playing on the first song… well, for lack of a better word for it, it simply sucked. For the second song, since I really didn’t have any choice anyhow, I just decided to stop thinking about what had happened in the restroom before the show and how badly I still had to pee, and started playing instead. The rest of the band was sounding so right and so tight, and I had to hold up my end of things, y’know?So finally there we were, halfway through our set, all four of us jamming out like crazy. My fingers were flying over the keys of the horn, I’m playing the best I ever have in my entire undead existence thanks to the interplay with these other girls, and I’m also pee dancing frantically in time to the music… by now, I’m past the point of caring, I just need to keep playing and get it all out one way or another… the music is flowing out of me while I'm desperately trying to keep all that pent-up urine inside of my bladder. It may sound weird, but I was in omo vamp ecstasy and musical heaven all at once, between what we were laying down and my desperate state. So cool... blissful.I had just finished playing my solo on the last tune of the set when the inevitable occurred. I finally just couldn’t keep it in anymore, my exhausted muscles gave out and I started peeing my pants right there on stage while I was holding a note… I opened my eyes just in time to see Hannah and a couple of her friends sitting in the front row, giggling at the sight of it, my tight jeans getting soaked with all of the ‘blue’ that was squirting out of me uncontrollably, wetting my black lace panties and then flowing down the legs of my jeans and forming a nice puddle of clear blue liquid at my feet. I stopped wetting myself right as the tune ended... We all ran off backstage, while the audience went crazy. It was just perfect for all the omo vamp fangirls, I'll tell you... OMHG! No matter how much they applauded, I wasn't going back out for an encore, though.. I think it would have been impossible to top that. Hannah and Kat came backstage, both of them dressed from head to toe in black leather, still laughing.As soon as she was close enough, my beautiful lover grabbed me and pinned me up against the wall. My legs were feeling so weak and wobbly, it was as if I had just run a marathon, really. I was helpless in her embrace.“I hope that’s going to be a regular feature of future performances,” Hannah said, smiling. Her lovely big brown eyes were looking straight into my green ones as she kissed me deeply and stuck her hand down my jeans between my legs to feel my wetness, from both pee and the arousal caused by holding until I lost it. I pulled away just long enough to get out a reply.“It was pretty hot, wasn’t it?” I had a huge grin on my face.<to be continued> \/-----\/ |
Wow, is it Friday already ?
Then i guess it must be time for another chapter of SoB, my dear little ones...
so here it is , for your amusement, delight, or horror... please let me know what you think about this one !
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.29)CHARM SCHOOL (Bethy)downtown NYC, 1962(sound track: Goodbye Pork Pie Hat, by Charles Mingus)
The young man was completely oblivious to the fact that he was being followed. He had a long stride, but the pale, thin vampire had no trouble at all keeping up with him as he glided along through the night that had come suddenly, almost as if bidden to serve his dark purpose.It was time for Cestus to find a new ‘little one’, and hopefully a new lover as well.After many years, the last one had finally left to start their very own vampire family. But this was the normal way of things among families, and vampires were no different in that respect.No matter how much love there might be between you, sooner or later, your children have to leave, he thought as he pursued his newest prospect.The boy he was following was a handsome young man for certain, and although the way he had treated that young lady back in the alley didn’t speak very well to his gentlemanly qualities, Cestus wasn’t too concerned about that.By the time he had finished training him, the young man would certainly know his place in the big scheme of things. If he had any talent for it, there might even be some role for him in the new enterprise.Cestus had a vision of a theatre of pain to amuse jaded and sadistic vampires with the kind of show that would keep them paying, and coming back for more.He had been traveling the world in search of a suitable companion, a partner in more ways than one.Most of the ‘stars’ of the show would be disposable; they probably wouldn’t last the night, and frankly, after experiencing that kind of prolonged agony and seeing what they had seen of the world of evil vampires, they probably would prefer it that way.But Cestus had no desire to spend eternity all alone, no matter how successful in business he might become. What he desired and yearned for was a companion who would learn to love the pain and his servile state, one who would exist only to make him happy. It would take a while to bring a little one to that point, but then, he had time… plenty of time.Of course, starting with the right raw material would help.A person who was already inclined to enjoy humiliation, pain and suffering would be the obvious choice, but like most evil vampires, Cestus found the unwilling victim to be much more interesting and rewarding.He had always preferred bending and breaking them to his will to having an eager submissive with no thought of their own personal satisfaction right at the start.All of the pleasure for him was in reducing a defiant and strong individual to a state of helpless resignation to their fate, and this is why he had chosen an obviously aggressive and heterosexual young man as his next boy toy.That being the starting point, there would be many wonderful days of pain and pleasure ahead for them both, although at least at the beginning the pleasure would be all his, and the pain would always be only the young man's, no matter what.He smiled to himself at the thought of turning the macho boy into a simulacrum of a simpering little girl; he would probably hate it so, yet it would be an apt fate for someone so disrespectful to females, he mused. I’ll bet he will look quite lovely in a dress, too… The young man seemed startled as the pale figure in his heavy black overcoat appeared suddenly before him on the sidewalk, blocking his path. The man had his hat pulled down low over his face, and a black woolen scarf was wrapped around the lower half, probably against the cold.Although his voice was muffled a bit by the scarf, the man’s French accent was clear as he asked, “Pardon, can you help me? I am not from New York, and I can’t seem to find this address.”
He held out a tiny scrap of paper in his pale, bony hand, extending it towards the young man.As the young man bent his head down to examine the scrawl on the piece of paper, his attention was briefly diverted. Cestus seized him around the neck, choking off his voice before he could make a sound. The streets were virtually deserted at the moment, in any case. He forced the boy back into a dark alleyway and began to feed silently, unnoticed by any of the few who walked hurriedly by, intent on their own business.------------------------------------------------------------------------Somewhere in upstate New York, 1962The young man woke up in a dark room, feeling thirstier than he ever had in his entire life.
The last thing he could remember was some weird French guy stopping him to ask for directions.After that, everything was a blank. He had no idea where he was, or how he had gotten there.He tried to get up, but he realized that he was as weak and helpless as a newborn kitten; he had no strength, no energy at all and he was unable to do anything except lie back down in bed. As he did, he heard an odd crinkling noise, and felt a strange sensation at his groin. His head ached terribly as if from a severe hangover, but there was a feeling of numbness which enveloped his entire lower body, and he could barely move his hands and arms at all.As his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he realized there was someone sitting in the room with him, a heavy set middle aged woman who was dressed like a nurse."Ah, good, so you're finally awake," the woman said. "Please don't try to move, or speak. You've been given injections of a nerve disruptor medication, so you won't be able to do either until the drugs wear off."The woman had a bit of a French accent also, the young man noticed.He tried to ask where he was and what was happening to him, but all that came out was an odd gurgling noise."Don't worry, I know what you want to ask, and I'll tell you right now, just so you'll know where you stand. You have been brought to a private clinic which specializes in age regression and gender reassignment."The woman continued, as she pulled the covers back to reveal the fact that the young man was wearing a frilly little pink dress which barely concealed the diaper that encased his privates and bottom."Your master has left you here so that we may begin your transformation, and you will be going through all the stages leading up to the age he has decided you will remain after we are finally done with you, although at a somewhat accelerated rate."The nurse produced a bottle stoppered with a rubber teat and said, "At the moment, we have already regressed you to the first stage, that of a helpless baby. I'm sure you must be quite thirsty by now; look what Nurse Colette has for her lovely little baby girl!"The young man shook his head violently and tried to cry for help, but his head exploded in pain at the sudden movement and the only sound that came from his lips was that baby-like gurgling."Please, be still, little one,' the woman's voice was almost sympathetic now. "To resist will only cause you more pain."She quickly and forcefully inserted the bottle into the young man's mouth and held it there, smiling as he began to suck on it. Due to his overwhelming thirst, he couldn't help himself; his reaction was quite involuntary, and he emptied its contents rapidly. The nurse produced a second bottle, and before very long he had drained that one too."Yes, this is your fate now, and there is nothing you can do about it."As the nurse said that, the young man blushed with humiliation as he suddenly felt himself losing control of his bladder and he began to wet his diaper. The woman smiled as she saw both his face and the stripe on the diaper change color at the same time, letting her know exactly what had happened.She patted his crotch tenderly through the wet diaper and cooed with delight."Good girl, little baby Bethy wet her diaper so nicely for Nurse Colette. Such a good little girl!"
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A few months later, 'Bethy' had certainly learned how important being a "good little girl" for Nurse Colette was.Good behaviour was always rewarded with treats and little bits of forward progression, and bad behaviour punished quite severely, usually with regression in the form of spankings, extra formula feedings, and greatly reduced frequency of diaper changing.By now, 'she' had progressed to being a toddler, and at the moment Bethy was wearing a cute little pink pinafore and white cotton little girl panties, white ankle socks with frills, and a pair of tight black patent leather t-bar flats as she sat at a low table, playing with her dollies and drinking lots of hot sweet milky 'cambric' tea under Nurse’s watchful gaze.Bethy was being potty trained; after finally being fully conditioned to simply wet her diaper whenever she had to pee, it had become quite difficult for her to manage to hold it for even the shortest period of time once she began to feel the urge.She had begun to feel the urge now, but she knew that Nurse Colette wasn't about to let her use the potty just yet, so poor Bethy was squirming in her low chair and desperately squeezing her legs together, somehow trying to keep the flood of pee inside as tiny squirts periodically dampened her white cotton panties just a little bit."Stop fidgeting!" Nurse scolded Bethy with an angry look on her face. "You don't want another spanking, do you?"Bethy quickly shook her head no; she couldn't answer in any other way because her mouth was stoppered with a rubber pacifier which had been tied firmly back in place as soon as she had finished her last baby bottle of cambric tea.Poor little Bethy's bottom was still red and sore from the severe spanking she had received earlier that morning when she had spilled her juice in an attempt to avoid drinking the second very large glass that Nurse had given her. She knew from previous experience that drinking that much juice would make it virtually impossible for her to not have a 'little accident', as Nurse called them, although they were usually neither.In any case, after her spanking, Nurse had simply given her the same amount of juice in a baby bottle this time, and had stood over her until she had drained it dry, so all that Bethy had gotten out of the attempt was a warm little bottom.A bottom that was soon about to be wet as well... as a further punishment for that spill, Nurse had given her three large baby bottles of cambric tea to drink in rapid succession, and had extended the time to her potty break.As a result, Bethy was now feeling just about as desperate as a little girl could be...finally, unable to contain the copious amount of urine she had been forced to hold in her overburdened bladder any longer, the 'little girl' began wetting herself uncontrollably once again as she sat stiffly in her chair with her thighs pressed tightly together, the hot pee jetting out of her, soaking her panties and her dress, and pooling on the seat of the chair under her bottom before running down in a stream like a tiny waterfall onto the floor and forming a rather large puddle beneath her.“Oh, my,” Nurse Colette said with a feigned note of sadness and disappointment in her voice.
"Did widdle Bethy wet her panties again?"Bethy blushed bright red behind her dummy and nodded contritely as she looked down towards the floor.Nurse smiled to herself, having known all along that there was absolutely no way the poor 'little girl' could have prevented that 'accident' from happening. The amount of liquid she had been forced to consume and the length of time she had been forced to hold it for had seen to that."It looks like it'll have to be back to diapers and rubber panties for you again for a while yet then, little Bethy."<to be continued> |
Ahhh, Fridays... i do love them so !
Not sure how much a certain young girl will though...
In any case, here's the latest chapter, and i hope that you readers will enjoy yourselves,
even if she doesn't all that much...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 30)"L'APPARENCE DES CHOSES..."(Cestus and Bethy)(sound track: Blue Monk, by Thelonious Monk and Johnny Griffin)
What seemed to be a teenaged girl stood there with her head bowed as she looked at down at the rounded toes of her high heeled shoes.Her hands were holding the hem of her light blue plaid pleated skirt out slightly from her thighs as she curtsied to the vampires in front of her. Under her short skirt, she wore opaque black nylon tights, and a pair of delicate black lace panties beneath them which made her feel quite grown up now.On top, she wore a navy blue cardigan sweater and a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar over a tight black lace bra that matched her panties and cradled her budding breasts perfectly.Before getting dressed, she had been bathed in her usual bubble bath, then powdered and perfumed lightly with a delicate fragrance; now she smelled sweetly of lemon and lavender and baby powder, a lovely girlish scent, and her chestnut brown hair shone from precisely one hundred strokes with her hairbrush. Her hair was straight and just long enough to graze her chin, although at the moment it was being held back from her face by a medium blue velvet headband.She wore just a hint of mascara and eyeliner, a discreet 'barely there' shade of pale blue eye shadow, a light brushing of blush, and clear lip gloss; it was just enough makeup to enhance her pretty features.The makeup she was wearing also added to the ‘grown-up’ feeling, although she was still very much an insecure little girl inside. The time she had spent under Nurse Colette’s care had seen to that quite well, and her transformation was now complete, both inside and out.After Nurse Colette had finished her psychological training, Cestus had paid a vampire plastic surgeon good blood money to make sure that his ’little one’ was suitably feminine looking before he had taken the final steps of turning ‘her’.'She' would remain a pretty young adolescent girl for all eternity now; at least, as far as her outward appearance was concerned.“What’s your name, bitch?” the younger of the two female vampires in front of her asked coldly.“Bethy, ma’am,” the young girl replied, still looking down demurely at her shoes. "Well, um... it's Elizabeth, really... but I'm usually just called Bethy, ma'am."
Bethy crossed her legs tightly and tried as hard as she could not to squirm, but all the subtle little signs still betrayed her, telegraphing the desperate state she was in at the moment to the small vampire with red hair who was now grinning evilly at her.
Then again, the red headed girl was something of an expert at detecting those signs in any case.“And how old are you, dear?” the older one now inquired.“I’m fourteen, ma’am.”“How wonderful… such a lovely girl, and so polite, too.”Kris snickered as Bethy seemed to blush at the compliment.Of course she was polite; she really didn’t have much choice in the matter.Any rudeness, rebellion, or misbehaviour on her part would result in another round of age regression.
It had already taken her seemingly forever to get to the point of being first a tween and then finally an adolescent; Bethy had no desire to have to try to work her way back up to this stage again.“Another successful transformation, Cestus, or so it seems. It’s hard to believe she was ever a boy,” Judith said, smiling.“Well, under those lovely panties she's wearing, all still remains as it was,” Cestus laughed.“I find that a complete transformation is never quite as humiliating as leaving her a small reminder of what she used to be… although she has been chastised, and can therefore no longer attain an erection or reach orgasm.”“Really? You mean she still has a…? ”Kris smiled evilly once again as she approached the poor hapless 'girl' and then kneeled down in front of her.Now Bethy was obviously blushing bright red as Kris lifted up the hem of her short pleated skirt, but she made no protest, no move to prevent the evil red headed vampire from doing so to expose her ’little secret’, as Cestus liked to call it.She remained almost completely motionless, only squirming in place a little bit from the unfortunate combination of the vampire's icy cold touch and her desperate state as Kris rolled down her tights and lowered her black lace panties just enough to expose her now atrophied equipment sealed tightly in its short silver metal sheath and secured there by a permanent platinum barbell piercing.At the sight of the pathetic little thing, Kris threw her head back and laughed.She pulled Bethy's panties and tights back up into place, and then gave her a condescendingly gentle pat between her legs."Well, you weren't kidding when you said it was a 'small reminder'... she'd definitely pass as a girl anywhere now, especially with that tiny boyclit of hers!""Kris, please... can't you see that you're embarrassing her, the poor thing?" Judith said, but she was smiling also.Bethy's humiliation was completely overwhelming to her, and since 'she' was now a submissive vampire, there would be no escaping her fate short of the end of her undead existence. Between her fear of age regression and her total dependence on her master for the blood she now needed in order to to survive, she was trapped in this reality forever, and would have to do whatever was required of her to make her master happy.Cestus was delighted with the way she had turned out; it was like a dream come true for him.“Wait, you haven’t even seen the best part yet,” the pale vampire said with a fang-baring smile.Seeing her squirming just a bit more obviously now, he asked, “Bethy, do you need to pee?”“Yes, Master Cestus.” The boygirl replied in a small, barely audible voice.“She almost always does,” Cestus remarked, looking at Judith and Kris. ”I like to make sure of that by always having her drink plenty of water. It is not only good for her complexion, but it also helps to keep her in the right frame of mind.”Then, turning back to Bethy, he asked, ”Well, then, what’s stopping you?”“You haven’t given me permission yet, Master.”“Alright then; you have my permission to wet your panties any time you wish, dear.”“Please, sir, may I use the bathroom just this once? Please don’t make me wet myself in front of our guests, Master.” Bethy blushed a deeper shade of crimson as she pleaded with him, but it was no use.“Oh, I’m quite sure they’ve seen little girls wet themselves before,” Cestus said with a laugh.“There’s really no reason to be shy about being a little panty-wetter, dear. It is what you are, after all.”Knowing now that she would not be allowed to use the toilet, Bethy blushed once more.But she certainly didn't want to end up back in diapers under Nurse Colette's care again.As bad as this is, that would be even worse, she thought to herself. Luckily, I really do have to go pretty badly!With a sense of resignation, she sighed deeply and, in full view of everyone, spread her legs apart slightly under her short pleated skirt and then began to wet her black lace panties, first in a few small spurts and then suddenly with surprising force.As her overly full bladder finally released its liquid contents, the hot fragrant pee now gushed from within her and squirted through her panties beneath her miniskirt, a strong clear stream that flowed out in a slight arc and splashed down onto the floor to form a small puddle between her high heeled shoes.Hot tears of shame began to flow as well from her pretty brown eyes as if in tandem with the hot spring of wetness coming from between her legs, the tears making her mascara run as she experienced a by now familiar yet still bizarre combination of total humiliation, abject abasement and unmitigated arousal along with her feeling of extreme relief.But most of all, despite her makeup, her sexy underwear and her high heels, Bethy didn't feel quite so grown up anymore.As always, wetting herself had reduced her to a state of helpless little girlhood again, and that was just the way Cestus preferred her.<to be continued> |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, yes, it's Friday again, and time for the latest chapter of SoB...
a brief moment in time, a pause in the headlong rush to this mini-Armageddon which has been brewing
for a very long time now... welcome to my nightmare (or Cool's, but then, that's basically the same thing).
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.31)FEAR NO EVIL (Cool and Petra)Bar Henry Bistro, NYC, present day(sound track: Wild Is The Wind, performed by David Bowie with Mike Garson)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3roSrfvaU0As we continued to prepare for the upcoming battle, we were now focused more on learning to work as a team rather than as a group of individuals. Tonight, we were taking a break from the enforced constant togetherness, though; it was almost inevitable that with the stress of the upcoming fight we would all become testy and irritable, and start to get on each others' nerves. So Hannah was meditating, and the rest of us had split up into pairs for the night: Kat and Peter were off somewhere on a kind of 'date', River and Vicky had decided to go out clubbing together at Cielo, and Petra and I were in a downtown cabaret bar, listening to a marvelous vocalist as he sang songs of romantic yearning to the sound of an old grand piano played by his excellent accompanist.Neither of us was in the mood for casual conversation, so we both just sat there listening to the music and quietly drinking, lost in our own thoughts. After a while, I had started squirming discreetly in my chair, but not entirely for the usual reason.That fateful day was approaching rather quickly now, the day that Hannah had chosen for the showdown between our little clan and Judith’s, but between Hannah and Kat alternating with our training, all of us had honed our skills to a fine edge, and we were as ready as we would ever be. With River no longer a weak link, the battle plan had changed a bit; we were no longer obligated to fight defensively, but we were still hoping to identify and eliminate the weakest links on the opposing side with speed and efficiency in order to focus on whatever the main threat might be.
Both Hannah and Kat were convinced that Judith had some kind of 'ace in the hole', some secret weapon that made her absolutely certain that she would at least have a fighting chance against us, if not virtually assuring her of victory. Her personal experience with Vicky certainly wouldn’t have led Judith to consider her as any kind of threat, and as for the twins, as far as she knew, they were still relatively weak humans, and as such, not much of a threat either now that she and Kris were aware of their capabilities, assuming that we would even allow them to participate in the big fight.But then again, as far as they knew, we were desperate to come up with a sufficient number of fighters to meet their seven, so the obvious solution would be to enlist Vicky’s siblings to help fight for her, even if having two humans fighting alongside of us was a bit of a stretch in terms of the definition of what a ‘clan’ was. Normally it would only be vampires in the fight, but this was a bit of a unique situation, and the term could be open to a somewhat less strict interpretation in this case. They were her brother and sister after all, and therefore as much bound to her by blood as the rest of us simply by virtue of that relationship.Of course, it was a moot point since they both were now not only vampires but also clan to us beyond any dispute or interpretation of the rules of engagement. That was our ace in the hole.Still, we all knew that a rival clan was working away on the other side of the ocean, preparing to eliminate or enslave us, while we did our best to make sure that we'd be ready when it was time for the big showdown.Vicky said that Judith and Kris had already talked about me after that night at the Petit Bal; they had some nasty little plans for Vicky and I to appear together in their show, so I figured they wouldn’t want to destroy me so easily. After what Vicky had told us about the time she had spent with Judith and Kris, though, I was pretty sure I’d prefer being destroyed to being under their control.Hannah said there was no way that that was going to happen, neither of those things would come to pass. Still, I made her promise me that if things went badly, she would destroy me herself rather than let me fall into the clutches of that evil duo. Failing that, an eternity of pain and suffering awaited me, I could be sure of that. I hadn’t really been scared of anything for a very long time… being undead has a way of doing that.
You know you’re not going to die because you already have, kind of; you don’t get sick, and if your body is harmed, your cell regeneration capacity takes care of all but the most severe injuries. Stay out of the daylight, and don’t lose your head, basically, is what it comes down to. But now, thinking about the unknown enemies that would be facing us, I felt an eerie sense of dread, and as a cold shiver ran down my spine, I couldn’t help feeling so scared that I was almost about to wet myself from the combination of my fear and the urge once again.“Cool, are you alright?”Petra had seen me shiver, and she looked over at me with concern. She had become like the big sister I had never had by now, always trying to look out for me, and I loved her for it. When Hannah was getting ready to fight, she always became a bit distant, focused on her training, and she didn’t have much time or energy to spend on any shows of affection. But Petra and I had bonded almost instantly on the night we had first met years ago in Cannes, and since Hannah had turned both of us, we were definitely siblings.My relationship with her sister Vicky was much more complicated. Victoria was both my little sister and my ‘little one’ by virtue of the fact that I had been the one that turned her, but since I was a submissive omo vampire myself, I couldn’t really lay claim to her, nor did I have any desire to. Since I belonged to Hannah, and Vicky kind of belonged to me, she really belonged to Hannah too, and she knew it.While Petra had been turned by Hannah just like I had been, there wasn’t quite as much of a submissive side to her nature, I guess; she and Hannah treated each other more as equals, whereas Vicky and I always knew our place. And although Hannah was a kind and gentle mistress most of the time, it was quite clear to the both of us who was in charge, and always would be.“It's nothing; I just really have to pee is all. You know how that is, I’m sure.”I replied softly, raising up my head so that I could meet her gaze briefly before looking down again. I tried to smile at her, but it wasn’t much of one, really.I was lying, and Petra knew it. She could always see right through me now; our empathetic bond as sisters made it virtually useless to make up anything, but I just didn’t want to admit how scared I really was, not to her, and not to myself.“Don’t worry, sweetie; it’s going to be OK, really…I know it. Fancy a smoke?” Petra smiled and offered her usual pack of Gitanes up for the taking.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, i have the latest installment of SoB ready here, and it's a bit of a surprise to me...
and i wrote it. I hope that you will enjoy it, brief as it is.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 32)DEAL OR NO DEAL (Kris)(soundtrack: Samba Pa Ti, by Santana)
Just as Kris had predicted, Janet and Diana weren’t really much use as fighters. All they did was whine about their aches and pains during their training sessions, and Diana had gone so far as to aver that if she were given the choice, she’d actually rather be the permanent bottom girl in the infinite pee loop than have to try and learn to fight with a sword.Janet was somewhat more eager, being still a bit feisty around the edges, but unfortunately no less inept.The plus of it was that Kris had plenty of reasons to punish them, and she was happy about that.
But if these two were going to be as useless as they appeared, that made the odds closer to even, and she wasn’t happy about that, not at all, even if they still seemed tilted in their favour.
The thought that there might be even the slightest chance that they might lose this challenge was repugnant to her, for several reasons. First, she wanted her revenge for that meeting at Porte de Vanves where she had been so ignominously put down the first time they had met.
Secondly, there was the matter of possession of Vicky and Erica on the line, and Kris wanted the two of them in her power.She wanted that really badly, so that she could enjoy making them suffer for all eternity...or until she got bored with them, whichever came first.She really doubted that she’d get bored, though.
She was already dreaming up different routines and acts; the infinite pee loop was only the tip of the iceberg as far as what she could do to and with Erica and Vicky, when their submissive tendencies combined with their ability to hold pee and take pain...Those two girls have so much potential individually, and then as a pair, oh my demons… how their tears will flow! she thought.Finally, if they were not victorious, then their own fate would be in the hands of the opposing clan, and even if Hannah was known to be quite merciful to her opponents on occasion, the chances of her being disposed to it after being provoked into fighting for no good reason as far as she was concerned were less than slim.So it would all be down to their ‘wild card’ in the end.But then, they had known that all along anyhow.“Are you sure he’s actually going to show up?” Kris asked Judith, the worry clear in her voice now.“As sure as you can be of anything where he’s concerned." Judith replied."He really doesn’t care about much of anything anymore, and although he does owe me a favor, his motivation to do this is coming as much from sheer boredom as from any sense of obligation,” Judith paused for a moment, then continued. “He still loves a good fight, though, and I’ve promised him that. He didn’t even ask who we’d be fighting… he wants it to be a surprise.”Kris grinned her evil grin now.
“Well, he’ll be happy that at least one of them will be able to put up a good fight. But even if the rest of
Hannah's clan are weak, I’m still sure that those two wimpy dimwits over there will be going down pretty quickly,” she said. "Worthless..." Kris muttered, gesturing contemptuously towards the corner where Diana and Janet were sitting, trembling. The two of them were whispering to each other, practically wetting themselves with terror at the thought of the approaching battle, and Kris was drinking in their fear as if it were a rare cocktail, relishing every little bit of it.She was an emo vamp, after all, and just as the omo vamps needed their urine, she thrived on strong emotions, and the negative ones were usually the strongest. So along with blood, jealousy, fear, hatred, and anger were her daily nourishment and she could not continue to exist without them.
Once, a long time ago, before she met Judith, Kristen had been an innocent young farm girl from Kansas who longed for a more exciting life. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, she had run away from home and the incessant drudgery of farm work, and then been carried far away from the life she had known up until then into a strange and different world, but it was no tornado that had done it.She had arrived in the big city and had struggled to get by for a while, barely managing to survive from day to day. Penniless, jobless, and homeless, before too long she was taken advantage of at every opportunity by those who were slicker and stronger than she was, and meaner than anyone she had ever met in her short life. It was quite a miserable existence, and she even had considered going back home to the farm, if she could only scrape up enough money for the bus fare.Then, one day she met a woman who was actually kind to her. The woman seemed nice, and had even promised her a job, and Kristen had gone to her home to start work as a housemaid, or so she thought.That woman was Judith; she was a vampire, and she turned Kristen into something that she had never imagined actually existed, although she had heard the stories and read the books.The job was actually to help procure victims for the bizarre spectacles that Judith staged, a sort of theatre of pain.And then, instead of the beautiful Emerald City, Kristen had become trapped in this world of blood and raw emotion, and although she had realized by now that there was no place like home, there were no enchanted ruby slippers to take her back there, no matter how many times she clicked her heels together.Evil is as evil does, and over the course of many long years, she had almost totally forgotten what she had been like back then, because in her role as Judith’s partner, she was constantly finding evildoers to sacrifice in their sadistic shows.To the two of them, it was only justice being served, and the vampires they had tortured and then destroyed were certainly all deserving of their fate.But the horrible paradox was that by destroying those ‘evil’ vampires, they had taken on their essence almost imperceptibly at first and began to change, until with the passage of enough time, they had finally become evil themselves, without even realizing the truth or the horror of it.Now, it was just who they were…<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Another Friday, another chapter in the story.
And a bit more insight into the background of certain characters; yes, indeed.
Here's hoping that you will like it...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 33)1860, Southern Central Africa (soundtrack: Burundi Black)
The huge black man was running; it looked as if he was running for his life, except you couldn’t really say that, since he was one of the undead.So perhaps, ‘running as if his very existence depended on his ability to produce speed at this moment’ would be a more accurate, if awkward, description of the situation.But no matter how you wanted to turn the phrase, the simple fact was that despite his size, he was incredibly fast, and actually quite graceful as he ran.The problem was that he was surrounded and no matter which way he ran, there would be many opponents waiting for him, and when he got there, he would be tired from running, while all they had to do was to slowly, inexorably, inevitably close the circle tightly around him and then no matter how strong and how fast he was, he would be facing those insurmountable odds.Normally, he would have had no problem breaking through this cordon, but he had been fasting for far too long, and what should have been superior strength and endurance had withered away until he had not much more than normal human capabilities, although those who hunted him did not care about his discipline or his resolve.All they cared about was what they knew him to be, and for that, he had been sentenced to death, or destruction, rather; despite his resolve, despite his reluctance, despite his personal code of ethics and his philosophical musings.A vampire had been stalking the villages nearby, drinking their fill and killing indiscriminately, and he had been hunting that vampire, following his trail.He was certain that it was that same vampire who had taken the lives of his wife and children, drained him almost fully and left him for dead.But he had not died… he had survived just long enough for the remains of blood and vampire venom to mix, and change him into the creature he now was.It was such irony, to have become that which you hated more than anything else in the world. But the man had vowed now to use his powers only for good, or at least, only to avenge the deaths of his family by eliminating the vampire who had killed them and made him into what he was now.The problem was that everyone in his village and all of the neighboring ones knew who he was and what he had now become, and no one trusted him to resist the overwhelming temptation to do what came naturally to his kind.So when he had been seen standing over a lifeless body drained of its blood, they had come to the very natural conclusion that the killing was his doing, when in fact he had only been investigating the scene for clues, and nothing he could say or do was going to change their minds now.He was condemned by what he had become through no fault of his own, and all of his good actions in life now counted for nothing with those he had known since childhood.And so they hunted him, and so he ran… he ran towards Mabangu, the white mountain rising in the distance. If he could reach it in time, he could climb the mountain, and his pursuers would not be able to follow him. He would find shelter from the sun in a cave there, and rest, and outwait them.His breath came fast and hard and hot, his bare feet flying over the ground, seeming to barely touch it … but no matter how fast he ran, no matter which direction he headed in, it would be towards his own inevitable end. He was weak, and alone, and although those who hunted him were not any stronger, there were so many more of them.Still he ran, because he had not yet fulfilled his purpose.As far as he could fathom the reason behind it, he still existed only in order to avenge the deaths of his family, and he had become this creature of darkness and night in order to have a fighting chance against one who was the same.He had gotten close, so close this time… but all of his emotions had made him careless, made him forget for a brief moment that he was both the hunter and the hunted. And so now he had had to abandon the hunt, and assume the role of the pursued rather than the pursuer.
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He had entered a gap between two hills which rose sharply on either side of him now, and he stopped briefly in order to listen for the sounds of those who were chasing him.He could hear them getting closer, and he was about to begin running once again when he saw a large group of armed men at the other end of the narrow valley moving towards him, blocking his escape route now. He turned back towards the way he had come, but the other group was now standing at that spot. Both groups of hunters began to come closer, spears and shields at the ready, encircling Mokolo. Just as it seemed as if he was trapped, and doomed, there was the sound of a loud gun shot echoing throughout the valley, and one of the men surrounding him dropped his spear and shield as he slumped to the ground. There were more shots in rapid succession, each one felling another adversary until finally there was only one man facing him. This last opponent was the largest of the group, even larger in size and weight than Mokolo, and he was armed with a spear and shield, while Mokolo had only his bare hands with which to counter any attack. He watched his adversary’s eyes intently, only peripherally registering the tip of the spear. The man facing him would fight Zulu-style, holding the spear and stabbing at him with it rather than in the more traditional throwing style, which left the fighter disarmed if he missed. The one main disadvantage to the Zulu style was that you had to close quarters with your opponent, and for Mokolo, this actually gave him the advantage because of his speed. There was no way the man facing him could possibly know just how fast he actually was, but he would lose the element of surprise if his first strike was not lethal. So he circled slowly, keeping his eyes on those of the man facing him.His opponent certainly had the ability to focus; the fact that all of his companions were dead had not swayed him from his intended task. He was here to destroy a vampire, and he would not rest until that mission had been accomplished. He kept his shield up, and his spear at the ready, just searching for an opening. From the looks of it, Mokolo was not the first vampire he had hunted; the man appeared to be seasoned in combat, and familiar with the ways of the undead. Even as they faced each other now, the dawn was not far off, and the original plan had been for his group to just impede the creature’s departure long enough to let the rising sun do their work for them. But now that he was the only one left, he would have to fight the demon standing before him. Almost as if he had read the other man’s innermost thoughts, Mokolo said, “Are you quite sure you wish to fight me now?”, trying to reason with him. “Your advantage in numbers has just disappeared; you could always stand aside and just let me pass. There is always tomorrow.” “There will be no tomorrow for you, evil one,” the man said, and Mokolo almost had to laugh. It was as if he were facing his own self, and he knew for a certainty that if their roles had been reversed, he would have said and done the same.Still, I gave him the chance to avoid this, Mokolo thought.“Do what you will,” he said, still circling and watching his opponent’s eyes. All of a sudden, those eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly and as the man lunged at him, Mokolo was ready. He blocked the violent thrust of the man’s spear, snapping the sharp head of it off cleanly. The man tossed the wooden shaft away and dropped his shield, ready to do battle with feet and fist only.His opponent was wary now, and he too began to circle cautiously, keeping Mokolo in front of him. He tried to make a sweeping foot move, but Mokolo nimbly jumped back just in time to evade his maneuver. As he landed, the other man rushed at him, trying to get his big arms around Mokolo, but once again Mokolo was too fast for him, sidestepping his opponent’s rush and landing a punishing blow to the back of the man’s neck as he went by that brought him to his knees. He picked the big man up, tossed him over his back and then slammed him down to the ground hard with a loud, sickening crunch of bone. He had broken the man's neck, and now Mokolo could see the light disappearing behind the big man's eyes as he looked down into his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "But you gave me no choice."After the fight was over, he saw a tall, slender white woman with wavy dark brown hair coming down towards him from the high surrounding hills, carrying a long rifle over her shoulder.
She had a medium brown leather bandolier of rifle shells draped over her shoulder, and two pistols tucked into the waistband of her wide light brown leather belt, and wore dark brown leather boots with khaki gaiters over them on her feet. Her clothes and her face were covered with dust and dirt, but she still looked like a shining angel to Mokolo at that moment.“Bravo, my friend, well done!” she said, smiling at him.”I must thank you for helping me,” he said. “But why did you do it? What is your name?”‘’I was out hunting when I heard all of that commotion, so I followed the sound of it. When I saw all of them surrounding you, I said ‘That’s hardly fair, is it?’ The woman tossed her hair back from her face, exposing her lovely features to his gaze. “So I took it upon myself to even the odds a bit. I hope you didn’t mind too much… our kind have to stick together, you know.”“Our kind? What do you mean?” “I know what you are, my friend. I know, because it takes one to know one,” the woman laughed now. She smiled at him again, exposing her snow white fangs this time.“My name is Mokolo. What is your name?” the giant asked again. “My name is Judith, “ the woman replied.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, we hope that you've all had wonderful holidays so far.
Here's the latest installment of SoB, as well as our clan's best wishes to you all for the New Year which is almost upon us.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 34)HOURGLASS (River and Cool)at the loft, NYC present day(sound track: Time Is Running Out, by Muse)
My little sister River was sitting over by the window looking out at the night, and she had her headphones on as she listened to some music on her TeslaPod. I knew it was something 'aggro', as she would put it. That much I could tell by the way her body was moving in time with whatever she was hearing.As I watched her, I could see her close her beautiful blue eyes, and now her head was bobbing a bit to the beat of the music, her long straight dark brown hair swaying softly as if stirred by a gentle breeze. We were both squirming with the desperation of a good long hold; that in itself wasn't anything unusual. Nope, just a normal night as far as that went.But I think my worries over the upcoming battle hadn't lessened since my night out with big sis Petra. They had only gotten worse. They had become contagious; they had spread to River like some horrible infectious disease, and it was all my fault for not being able to control my emotions as well as I would have liked. Normally when she had the choice, River preferred to listen to music on the main Tesla system in the living room, with all of its clarity and ‘liveness'; it really was just like being there.If her headphones were on, it was a sure sign to me that something was bothering her. That was her way of retreating into her own space, since it helped her to block our psychic connection just a bit. Not enough for me to not feel her anxiety, though. I had had a lot more time and experience with thought reading and thought projection, so what was going through her head was going through mine as well.Sure, I was a former fencing champion when I was younger, and I’ve been training hard for this fight.But never in any of my matches was there anything close to this; OMG, how do you compare winning a championship to these stakes? This isn’t my little ego on the line here, this is all of our futures, and really, even simple survival for most of us. If we don’t win, Erica and Vicky will be enslaved, and the rest of us will surely be destroyed, since they don’t need or want us for any other purpose. We have to win; we just have to…Little did she know, we were actually trapped between two equally unpleasant choices. Yes, to lose the fight would mean that both Vicky and I would have to become the star attractions in the theatre of pain for all eternity, and the rest of the clan, Hannah, Kat, Peter, Petra and even my sweet little sister River, would probably all be doomed to painful destruction. That much was obvious to anyone who knew the rules of engagement and battle. But what wasn’t obvious was the equally real danger to the winning clan: for us, to destroy a fellow vampire was to take on some of their essence, good or evil. Hannah had laid it all out for me some time after her first mission as an enforcer, when she had encountered the vampire who called himself Lucifer. When I asked her why he hadn’t simply destroyed her when he had had the chance, she told me he had explained how it worked to her… so it was only his reluctance to taint his perverse purity of evil with her ‘goodness’, as he had put it.I had already seen the opposite process at work in Hannah; although she did her best to show mercy to her opponents in her enforcer missions, there were a few times when she had been forced to destroy her adversaries, and those others had left their mark on her. I had asked her once why she continued to stay on as an enforcer, and she had simply told me that it wasn’t really a choice, but an obligation that she had to fulfill. She wouldn't discuss it any further.As for me, I couldn’t see the obligation in it, but after all this time I knew that Hannah’s principles and her sense of honor, her ethics and her moral centre were everything to her, possibly even more important than her truly boundless love for me. And so she stayed, but with each vampire she had had to destroy, I could feel a slight change in my lover. She became just that little bit colder, that little bit crueler, that tiny bit more distant, and I grieved at the loss. Although it was apparent to me because I remained the same, the changes were happening to her in such slight increments that to Hannah it was as if nothing had been happening to her at all, even though she actually knew it was. The insidious part of the curse was its slow gradual nature, and for someone like Hannah, the erosion of one’s moral centre was truly a fate worse than destruction.Knowing what I did, now I wasn’t sure how even a victory in this clan challenge could possibly be a good thing. To me, it seemed as if we had been maneuvered into a situation where all we could do was lose.Just as I thought that, River turned towards me, and she opened her lovely blue eyes and stared straight into my green ones. We were both still squirming with the need to pee, even a bit more now than before. Just another night at home for us omo vamps...“Here, listen to this with me, sis,” she said with a smile. She continued to pee dance even as she cued up a different song on her TeslaPod and sent it to the main system in the loft. It was one of her favourite bands, and since she'd been staying with us I had grown to like them a lot as well, even though my usual tastes ran to other genres. The fact that they were fellow vampires didn't hurt either...(soundtrack: Starlight, by Muse)
She turned it up.Loud. And then she hugged me tight.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
My dearest friends, fans and fiends, it's time for the latest chapter in the saga,
and i hope that it will be to your liking.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.36)FIGHT CLUB (Petra and Cool)(sound track: As Time Goes By, performed by Dexter Gordon)
The holidays were over, and we were all back at work, training hard for the upcoming battle. The blades were getting a workout, as were the fighters wielding them.Kat and Hannah were serious with their attacks now, and the twin gladii and katana would cause very nasty wounds if the rest of us had even the slightest lapse in concentration at this point. Neither of them had any wish to cause pain or injury, but it was the only way we could be sure we were all truly ready.They both had to be hard on us now, because the ones facing us in the challenge might actually be harder still.I actually felt bad for Cool.Once River had switched from the katana to her fencing foil, she had been reborn as a capable fighter. Peter was already quite an old hand with his saber, and Vicky and I had gotten the hang of the katana easily enough, but my little omo sister was struggling a bit to keep up with the rest of us now, and Hannah was all the harder on her as a result.The poor girl had finished up more than one training session in tears, and this time Hannah had actually been cold enough to say that she might as well just destroy her now if this sort of effort was all she was capable of.And the tears had begun to fall again…Embarrassed, we had all left the practice area except for her; she was alone with only her thoughts to keep her company.She cried a lot now anyway; the transparent blue tear was always right there, behind her eyes, waiting to well up and fall.River and I did what we could.We would take turns holding her in our arms then, comforting her.Cool could feel Hannah growing ever more distant as the challenge approached; whenever she had to fight now, it was like that; all business, mission critical, and all that rot.The mission was like some demonic Kami possessing Hannah’s soul while she did what she needed to, but just because Cool knew why it was happening, that didn’t make it any easier for her to bear.I came back a bit later, to find her still there, in the stairwell again. I could smell the familiar scent of vanilla clove cigarettes; one was burning carelessly even now between her fingers as she played.She was playing another jazz standard, a ballad.The way she played, OMG… it was so moving.And she didn’t think she was any good?Apparently, first she had cried… then, she had taken up her horn again to practice; the tenor sax this time, the one she only played when she was feeling especially blue. A few tears were still falling from her lovely jade green eyes, although they were closed tight.Now all of that emotion was pouring out of her, into the saxophone, being translated from raw nerves and feelings into beautiful music, all her fear and anguish and frustration transmuted through some alchemical process into not just tears, but also sound waves.I listened for a while without saying anything, just feeling what she was going through by means of our psychic link and marveling at her ability to channel and transform what were essentially negative thoughts into something so positive and beautiful. I could truly hear and feel her pain… and her rising desperation. In typical omo vampire fashion, she was inclined to hold more and hold it longer whenever she was feeling emotional strain. The pressure of a full-to-bursting bladder being maintained for as long as possible helped to distract us from whatever concerns we had, at least while it lasted. It was a technique I had used myself at times. Now, her sadness and her urgent need to pee were beginning to overwhelm her; I could feel everything as the tears began to flow a bit more, and her small body was now writhing in time to the music, perspiring slightly and straining with the effort of holding back the main flood as a periodic trickle or two would escape to dampen her knickers a bit. Now I could feel her arousal added to the mix, the holding and the music transporting her into an altered state of consciousness, one where only the music and the sensations of warm wetness down between her legs mattered anymore.I was beginning to grow damp down there myself, listening to her play and feeling what she was feeling all the while, and I let the urge and the emotion begin to take me as well. I couldn't help it. It was just too powerful; her sadness and her desperation had possessed me completely and there was nothing to be done except ride it out with her now.Thanks to my little sister, I was now fully aroused and desperate myself, so ready to pee, and the feeling would be orgasmic this time, I knew from previous experience. Now, all I could do was wait with her in sweet agony until she released me from her spell.Finally, she ended on a sustained note with a quavering wide vibrato, followed by a short arpeggio. As she did, both of us began to wet ourselves in tandem, and as the hot 'blue' rushed from our privates, our arousal turned into the long anticipated simultaneous multiple orgasm we both needed so badly, our bodies shaking and trembling until we both could hardly stand it any longer. Still wetting myself, I leaned up against the railing in the stairwell, my legs barely able to support me for the time being. It was as if she had wrung the last iota of sadness from out of her system with that wail, and she took the horn out of her mouth then.When she opened her eyes again, I was standing there in front of her. The both of us were now wearing soaking wet jeans and standing in sweet fragrant clear blue puddles of our own making.“Sis, that was amazing. You play so beautifully…”“No, I suck…” she said, looking down at her feet.“You’re supposed to suck; after all, you’re a vampire, aren’t you?” I said in reply, and then we both laughed, even though it wasn’t as funny as I’d hoped…Through our psychic link, I could tell exactly what was bothering her. It wasn’t so much fear of falling under the control of those evil vampires as what was happening between her and her beloved Hannah. I tried telling her that Hannah would go back to being her old self again afterwards, once the challenge had been met.“No, she won’t. It’s just so hard to see her like this,” Cool said, beginning to weep again. “She’s changing, you know.”So the tears she shed were as much for our elder sister as for herself; that was just the way she was.“You need to focus, sweetie,” I said to her. “The best way to help Hannah now is to help yourself. If you can at least defend yourself effectively in the fight, we’ll take care of the rest.”“ Come on, sis,” I smiled. “Raise that blade high, and practice with me now. Practice makes perfect, you know.”“Only if you practice perfectly!” Cool said, drying her tears on the sleeve of her hoodie and smiling back at me. We were still both wet, our tight jeans dripping with that warm 'blue', but it didn't matter right now.She grabbed her katana, unsheathed it, and then she rushed at me rapidly, her assault violent and actually quite effective now.I think her heart was in it this time…<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear readers, it's that time again, another episode in our omo vampire tale has seen the light of day now...
even if i haven't for a really long time. We hope that you will enjoy this one, and if you could find it in your
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SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 37)PARIS SWING (Hannah, Kat and Victor)Paris, France Late Fall, 1940(sound track: Blues, by Django Reinhardt)
The soldiers were getting boisterous.A group of them had gathered in this small café which remained open despite the curfew, and now they were all drunk, harassing the waiters and insulting anyone there who had the unfortunate luck to look less than ideally Aryan in their eyes. Now a few of them had come over to the table where Hannah, Kat and the thin man in the light grey suit were sitting, quietly nursing their drinks and doing their best to ignore what was going on around them.“You, there! Yes, you,” the fat man who seemed to be their leader said. “Zigeuner scum! Soon we’ll eliminate you all, you low-lifes!”Their uniforms were black, and bore the insignia of the infamous 3rd SS Panzer Division, the 'Totenkopf' or Death's Head.Hannah’s eyes flashed red very briefly before she got herself under control, and she unclenched her hands and laid them on the table in front of her. She forced herself to take a deep breath before answering.“Actually, I’m not a Gypsy," Hannah then replied, very calmly. "Him, now... he's a Gypsy. You can tell by the fire in his playing,” she said, gesturing towards the man playing jazz music with his group at the back of the small café, the two intact fingers of his left hand flying up and down the fretboard of his Selmer guitar, a lit cigarette dangling precariously from his lower lip. “HE has dispensation from the Kommandant," the officer said with a wry smile. "A privilege which does not extend to you, I'm afraid. As for you... gypsy, Arab, Jew, whatever you are, it makes not one bit of difference,” he continued, his smile quite obviously evil now. “You are all the same; you are all Untermenschen and we are better off without you in Germany, or here for that matter,” the man said as his black-uniformed fellow soldiers nodded in agreement.“I think we should be going,” Kat said to Hannah, pointedly ignoring not just the man’s comments but even his entire presence. “I need some fresh air.”She picked up her fur coat, and casually threw some francs on the table for the waiter. The man in the light grey suit rose, and wrapped his scarf around his face, then donned his own hat and coat as Hannah got up from her side of the table, put her heavy woolen coat on and the three of them left the café.“Things certainly seem to have gone downhill rather rapidly since our last trip here, I’d have to say,” Kat said with a smile. “For a second, I really did think that you were about to rip that fellow’s head off right there in full view of everyone... not that he didn’t deserve it.” “Believe me, I was sorely tempted,” Hannah answered with a terse smile of her own. “But we can’t afford to draw attention to ourselves if we can help it.“Unfortunately, it seems we’ve already done that,” the man in the light grey suit said, his slight accent betraying his Czech origin as he glanced behind him. “We’re being followed. I'm glad I was able to convince Ilsa to stay at home this time.”“Calm down, Victor,” Kat said. “It’s probably just a coincidence that all those fellows left the bar shortly after we did, and that they happen to be heading in the very same direction as we are.” She smiled as she said that, though. Kat loved to fight, and the more opponents there were the happier she was about it. At the moment, the odds were about 5 to 1.“Don’t worry,” Hannah said quietly. “We’ve got this covered; I doubt that even they are stupid enough to try anything here in the middle of the street. But we certainly don’t want to lead them where we’re going.”“Divide and conquer?” Kat asked with an eager grin.“That sounds like a plan. Victor, you stay with me.”At the next corner, Kat turned to the left, while Hannah and Victor went right. Just as expected the group following them split in half, with six of them shadowing Hannah and Victor and the rest going after Kat.“Are you sure your friend will be alright?” Victor asked. “There are certainly a lot of them.”“Actually, I feel sorry for them,” Hannah replied with a grim smile. “If they make the mistake of starting anything with her, they won’t live to see the dawn.”“Well, it looks as if the ones behind us are getting closer.”Hannah spotted an alleyway off to the side of the small side street they now found themselves on.“This is as good a place as any,” she said. “Come on, in you go!” She gave Victor a bit of a shove to move him further back into the dark alleyway before she entered it herself. Then she stood in front of him, almost fully concealed in the darkness. “ You probably shouldn’t watch this,” she whispered to the man standing behind her.“Hey, you!” the fat man said. “I didn’t like your friend’s tone back there, and I don’t like you either. I think we’re going to have to teach you a lesson.” “The feeling is mutual, I assure you,” Hannah said calmly. “But you can still walk away from this without getting hurt.”“And who would be doing the hurting, might I ask?” The fat man guffawed."Certainly not that coward hiding behind you like a little boy behind his mother’s skirt!”The whole group of them had a good laugh at that, while Victor bristled and took a step forward, his fists clenched now.“It is you who are the cowards!” he replied. “Look at you, six of you threatening a man and a woman! I will fight any one of you that you care to choose, one on one.”Hannah held him back with one arm.“They are cowards, without honour. I can read what is in their hearts and minds even without trying,” she said softly. “They mean to do us harm. So be it.” Turning to the fat man once more, she said in a low voice, "It's your funeral..."With a rustling sound, she disappeared from in front of the fat man and his companions, leaving them bewildered and confused for an instant, until she reappeared behind them blocking their exit from the alley. She reached out to the nearest one, and with a razor sharp fingernail, she smoothly sliced through his jugular vein. Warm blood spurted violently from the wound, staining his black uniform and steaming as it hit the cold ground below. As he fell to his knees, clutching at his throat, the next man had barely registered what was happening before Hannah had killed him as well, her other hand’s fingertips penetrating cleanly into his brain straight through his eye sockets. She rapidly withdrew her fingers, what was left of his eyeballs remaining speared on them like meat on a skewer before she flicked her hand, sending them flying off in the direction of her next victim. Pulling that one in towards her, she squeezed his throat and effortlessly crushed his windpipe with one hand before dropping him to the blood-stained ground like a child's discarded doll. Turning rapidly to the next man, she incapacitated him with a rapid kick to the kneecap, then with a quick stab of her hand she penetrated his chest and stabbed him through the heart. When she withdrew her hand, it was dripping with blood and gore.All of this had taken mere seconds, and as the fat man now realized what had happened to his friends, his shock turned to sheer stark raving terror. Finally, Hannah paused, licked her bloody fingertips and looked straight at him. "MMMMmmm, tasty," she said, her smile exposing her sharp fangs now.“You were saying?” Hannah asked the fat man, who was now gibbering and shaking like a leaf. “Oh, right... I’m ready for that lesson now, teacher,” she said sarcastically. As she drew closer to him, the fat man began to urinate uncontrollably, his fear having gotten the better of his bladder. As the large wet spot stained the front of his uniform trousers and pee ran down his legs causing an acrid yellow pool of liquid to form at his feet, Hannah quite casually tore his head off, the blood spurting out like a red fountain and splattering over his friends’ bodies now as his own lifeless body joined theirs on the ground. Now only a single figure remained standing between Hannah and Victor. Hannah approached him, and at first he raised his hands as if to try to fight her now, despite everything he had witnessed. Then, realizing how futile the gesture was, he lowered his fists and his head and simply waited silently, resigned to his fate. His face was in shadow, hidden by the darkness and the black cap he wore on his head.Hannah gently cupped his chin with her hand, and raised his head so as to look directly into his blue eyes. She could find no trace of evil there, despite his uniform.He was hardly more than a young boy, probably about seventeen at the most; a new recruit, no doubt." A minnow swimming with the sharks," Hannah said, and laughed softly. "You'd best run along now, and be careful who you associate with in the future. It could cost you dearly next time."She stepped aside to let the boy pass, but still couldn't resist giving him a good swift kick in his backside as he ran by her, tears falling now either from shame or perhaps from joy at his good fortune to have survived an encounter with this dark avenging angel of death.Hannah started to walk away from the scattered dead bodies laying on the ground, not deigning to feed from such a tainted source no matter how much blood or urine there was available for the taking. Even her finger-licking bit had been purely for effect, and she spat now to rid herself of any trace of their blood as her fangs retracted again.
“My god, what are you?” Victor cried as he turned from the bodies laying on the ground towards Hannah, shaking from head to toe himself now that the rush of adrenaline coursing through him was subsiding.“What I am doesn’t really matter. Just be glad that I’m on your side, my friend.” Hannah replied, smiling grimly once again. Taking his arm firmly, she said, "Let's go find Kat now."<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, it's that time again, and i'm happy to bring you the latest episode of this story.
If you recognize a couple of other characters, don't be too surprised... we vamps get to meet a lot of interesting
people over the course of a long undead existence. In fact, Hannah told me they even made a movie...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 39)PIECE DE RESISTANCE, or PARIS SWING, 3rd chorus (Hannah, Kat, Victor and Ilsa)Paris, France Late Fall 1940(sound track: Nuages Electric, by Django Reinhardt)
The meeting hadn’t gone so well at first. In the smoke-filled back room, everyone had begun talking at once, complaining about the Vichy government, various Nazi collaborators, and anything else they weren’t happy with at the moment.Finally, Victor had called for silence, and given one of his typically rousing speeches, calling for everyone to unite in the common cause of throwing off the Nazi yoke in the name of freedom. He spoke of those who were living in much worse conditions than the group assembled in the café : the imprisoned intellectuals and radicals, deported Jews and gypsies in concentration camps, and the brave citizens of London now enduring nightly bombings. Then, he spoke of the responsibility each of them had to work together and do their part.When he had finished, Kat leaned over towards Hannah and said, “Now I know why the Nazis consider him so dangerous. Nothing is more powerful than an idea, and the way he has of presenting his ideas will unite people and move them to action.”Just as she said that, the waiter rushed in to the back room. “Vingt-Deux! Les flics arrivent, j’ai été prévenu par un copain à la préfecture!" Sure enough, as the various members of the resistance cell were now hurriedly exiting the café they were all swept up 'en rafale’ and herded into the back of a waiting police wagon.Rather than try to leave the café, Hannah, Kat and Victor waited in the back room until everyone had left, then Kat looked at Hannah and said, “You have to do it now, we have no choice.”Hannah said to Victor, “I’m sorry; this is going to hurt… a lot. But it’s the only way to get you to safety.”She put her arms around Victor, nodded to Kat, and then the three of them teleported out of the back room of the café into a deserted dead end side street a few blocks away.The searing pain that wracked Victor’s body now made his time under the tender care and supervision of the Gestapo seem like a vacation. He could barely stand, and had to be supported for a moment by both Kat and Hannah before he was able to take a few tentative steps. Hannah was in a fair amount of pain herself. Any time you teleported, it was rough on your nervous system; if you tried to take anyone with you, the effort required to both move the increased load and keep them as a separate entity when you rematerialized was enough to discourage the practice in any but the most dire situations. There was always a risk; just like trying to carry a package that was too heavy, except if you dropped this package, that person could either end up in some sort of limbo, trapped forever and unable to get back, or their essence might be forever merged with your own and you would become some composite of both personalities, a new entity comprised of random various elements of the two merged beings. Not good…“It’s not safe for you to stay here in Paris any longer, Victor; the Police and Gestapo are getting too close. The fact that they raided that meeting means that somebody who knows talked, and with the rest of them now in Gestapo hands, it’s only a matter of time before the Nazis find you.”“We’ll travel to unoccupied North Africa, Ilsa and I. From there, we should be able to make our way to Lisbon, and then from there to America,” Victor said. “We’ll accompany you back to the hotel to get Ilsa, then once you’ve packed a few things, we’ll take you to the airport.”----------------------------------------------------------------------------The clerk at the airport didn’t make much of a fuss when two rain-soaked passengers showed up for the night flight to Casablanca at the last minute. Hannah had made sure of that, using her vampire powers of persuasion to bend him to her will. Instead, he quickly wrote out two tickets, simply saying, “Have a good flight.” as she handed him the money for the airfare. Then he turned back to his other paperwork as if nothing had happened. Hannah gave the tickets to Victor, and he shook her hand. "It has been an honour to know both you and Kat."
"The honour is ours," Hannah replied. "Just keep fighting for what you know is right.""I shall. Thank you, for everything you have done for us," Victor said.
“Yes, thank you,” the lovely Norwegian woman accompanying him said in her softly accented voice. Even though her face was in shadow under the stylish hat she was wearing, it was quite obvious that she was exceptionally beautiful, as beautiful as any fashion model or even a star of the silver screen.The cold rain was falling harder now. Hannah and Kat watched the two of them as they hurried onto the plane; the propellers were already turning in time to the low rumble of the engines as Ilsa turned back to wave at them one last time, her slim figure just a backlit silhouette in the doorway before the uniformed stewardess ushered her inside and sealed the hatch. As the airplane taxied down the black, rain-slicked runway and took off into the night, Kat turned to Hannah.“I hope they’ll be alright.”“I’m sure it will all work out in the end. True love conquers all,” Hannah said with a smile.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
It is Friday once again, but a special Friday this time:
Friday February 14th, Valentine's Day.
That's the day Hannah and i celebrate our togetherness anniversary,
and we wish all of you a day filled with happiness and love, and someone you love to share it with,
whether with a spouse, a lover or a good friend !
And now, on to the story...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 41)SOUL MATES (Kat and Peter)NYC, present day(sound track: Melodie Au Crepuscule, by Django Reinhardt)
After the twins had been turned, Petra adjusted quite well to her new changed lifestyle. She had always enjoyed the night life, and now her holding ability exceeded her wildest dreams. Her new little sister Cool and she were growing closer every day that they spent together, and she was also happy that Vicky had been returned to them.Peter, on the other hand, had a bit more difficulty with the transition.
He had spent much more time hunting vampires than Petra had, and had much more hatred for the species as a whole. Although meeting Hannah’s clan and spending time with them had given him both a grudging respect and a deeper insight into their strange lifestyle and he now knew that all vampires weren’t the same, it was still hard for him at first to make peace with what he had become.
The one bright light in those early days was his relationship with his maker Kat. Having spent so much time alone, he was quite unprepared for the intensity of the feelings that had overwhelmed him when they first shared blood the night the twins had been turned. In those few brief instants, the two of them had been bonded together forever, and not just by their shared blood. Two lonely souls had shared their essence, and had completed each other; now love had filled the emptiness inside of them. Kat had fully embraced Peter, but she accepted that it might take him a while to get acclimated to his new life and to forgive her for what she had done to him, even if it was at his own little sister’s request. She was a vampire, after all; she had plenty of time.In point of fact, her love for him was so radiant that it was only a short time before he found himself starting to reciprocate the feeling, and before too much more time had passed, they were both consumed by love and desire for each other. All those lonely years no longer mattered one bit, for they had found each other now.One night, as the two of them were laying in bed next to one another after a bit of passionate lovemaking, he turned to her and said, “I’m really glad that it was you who turned me. Somehow it just seems right… the two of us being together like this.” Kat hugged him tighter now.“It had to be me; otherwise you’d have ended up as a submissive male omo vamp.” She giggled as she said that before she continued on.“That wouldn’t really have been the best choice for someone like you. We had already discussed it and planned everything out; everything except this… I hadn’t planned on falling in love with you.”“Falling in love with a vampire, not to mention actually becoming one myself… I certainly wasn’t expecting that to happen either. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason,” Peter said. "I think so too, although sometimes the reason isn't clear to us at the time... sometimes never, in fact..." Kat smiled sadly as she said this.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------SOUL MATES, 2nd chorus (Kat and Despina)NYC, 1929(sound track: The Mooche, by Duke Ellington and his Cotton Club Orchestra)
Wall Street had crashed; the stock market had caused the financial world to take a tumble. Banks and businesses were closing left and right; the city, maybe the entire world, was in turmoil now.To the undead, all of this human anguish meant very little though, because it had little bearing on their existence. All of them had survived many long years and seen the humans in both feast and famine. There were so many of them; a few more or less, a crisis now and then, what difference did it make?At the moment, they had a much more pressing and personal concern.A Vampire Plague was raging through the world as well, and despite all their regenerative abilities, it had been destroying these seemingly invulnerable creatures at an alarming rate.The Council of Elders had commanded every undead doctor and scientist to work on a vaccine, and they had rapidly responded. The vaccine they had developed would prevent infection if you hadn't already contracted the disease, but was only successful in rare instances if you were in the advanced stages of the illness. The first stage was weakness, the next a sort of delirium, the third was an insatiable hunger and thirst. By the time you had progressed to the third stage, there was little hope of recovery.The final stage was complete cellular degeneration.The Elders had made the vaccine available to all, but it was already too late for many who were too far gone. Rather than risk the race's exposure due to ravening killer vampires roaming the streets of major cities, they had engaged extra enforcers and sent them out to find and dispatch those who were subject to uncontrollable blood lust.Despina had been infected early on somehow, it was clear to Kat now.First, the then-unexplainable weakness had taken hold of her, and the proud and strong one-time gladiatrix was barely able to stand on her own for a while.Kat was jubilant when the mysterious ailment seemed to pass of its own accord, but her lover had merely entered the second stage of the disease. Now strong again physically, it was obvious that Despina's mental state was confused and clouded, her thinking irrational and feverishly agitated. She was unable to sleep or rest, or even focus on simple tasks, so Kat stayed by her side constantly, afraid that if she were left alone, some mishap might befall her.
At least they were both daywalkers; in a daze, she had already wandered outside in broad daylight, a move which would have incinerated her otherwise, and Kat had had to chase after her and lead her back inside the house.Now, the delirium had passed, only to be replaced by an unquenchable thirst and incessant hunger.No matter how much blood Despina consumed, it simply wasn't enough; she wanted, she needed, she had to have more. She had rapidly gone through her entire monthly allotment of blood packs in just a few days, and Kat had even given up her own ration to her in an attempt to keep the need at bay. But she was like an opium addict now; the more she consumed, the more she craved and needed.
And now Kat was unable to control her.
At first she thought the weakness she was feeling was just the result of her fasting because Despina was drinking her ration of blood, but then Kat realized this was the first symptom of what had now been identified as another vampire plague. It was very much like the one in 1907 which had decimated most of Kat's clan."I'm going out," Despina said. "Don't bother waiting up for me. I'll be home late... if I come home at all."Her once beautiful jade green eyes were constantly red with blood lust nowadays. Kat knew that even though the two of them had forsworn hunting human prey a very long time ago, Despina was now unable to keep that vow. The urge to feed constantly was too strong within her, and she needed her fix of blood. The Depression which had followed the Crash had been fortuitous; hungry vampires now had an almost limitless supply of drifters and transients on whom they could prey without anyone becoming aware of their disappearance. If anyone actually did notice that the panhandler who had been there on the corner yesterday wasn't there today, they would simply assume that he or she had moved to a different location, and that would be the end of it."Despina, don't leave ... please, just stay here with me," Kat said softly. She was so weak she could hardly move now. As she lay in her bed under the thick down comforter, she turned her face to the wall.Hot tears began to streak her pretty cheeks as she heard the door click shut behind the departing girl.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Despina was moving silently through the streets, searching for a suitable victim. Late night had fallen on the city, and traffic had virtually disappeared. There were no cars and only a few stray pedestrians remained on the quiet sidewalks, scurrying rapidly home to beat the snow which had begun to fall from the dark sky like crystals hanging from some large and ornate chandelier.The panhandlers had virtually disappeared as well; the cold and now the falling snow had chased them away to find whatever refuge they could from the worsening weather, and the streets were quite deserted now.As the vampire girl rounded a corner, she looked down a dark, narrow alley. Inside it, she could see a barefooted figure huddled under a coat or blanket, the wet snow beginning to accumulate on him as he bent over and rummaged through a trash can. He was a large black man, she could see that now, but even as large as he was, he was only human, and therefore weaker than she was. A man his size, though... that was a lot of blood he'd have in him. Despina would feast tonight, she was sure of it now.
As she approached the man stealthily, she was surprised to see him look up, turn towards her and smile. She had made virtually no sound on her approach; how could he have known she was coming for him?As if he had read her thoughts, the man laughed a deep resonant laugh before he said in a low voice, "You think you have come for me, but in fact, I have been sent here for you..."He smiled again, his teeth almost glowing white in his round dark face as his fangs began to extend."I was once called Mokolo, but now am the enforcer known as Lucifer. Mine is the last face you shall ever see."
As Despina now realized that this was no ordinary human derelict, she felt the cold chill of fear invade her body for the first time in many long years.
An enforcer... Sweet Minerva!
The terror of it made her lose control of her bladder's contents, and she began to wet herself uncontrollably now, feeling the warmth as it sprayed out between her shapely legs, soaking her panty girdle and her nylon stockings beneath her silk dress and the fur coat she wore on top of it before the clear hot urine splashed onto the ground between her high heeled shoes.
An enforcer! <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dearest friends, fans and fiends, i'm sorry i'm a day late with this week's installment of SoB.
For a while, i wasn't sure i'd have anything ready to post this week, but with the loving encouragement
of my dear friend orango, i made it through a bout of depression... if SoB exists, it is truly all thanks to him !
In any case, work is salvation, and as Hannah said a couple of chapters back, "True love conquers all."
And so, on to the story !
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 42)GAME OVER (The Fencer)
US Olympic Training Center, Colorado Springs, CO 2006(sound track: Asturias, by Isaac Albeniz, performed by John Williams)
“En garde!”Through the mesh of her mask, River could see the girl facing her.
She was a bit taller and heavier, and so she had the advantage of reach and weight.
The girl's reddish brown hair was tied in a long braid which moved almost hypnotically in time with her body, her footwork was sure, her sabre blade not much more than a blur in her hands as she fought.Her opponent was obviously experienced, much more experienced than River had expected. She was fast, and she was tricky, weaving and feinting and making her moves hard to anticipate. Despite River’s best efforts, the girl was scoring point after point. It was almost impossible to defend against her, she was that good.In all the time River had been fighting, she’d never faced an adversary of this caliber before, but her trainer had simply told her that at this level, you were going up against the very best. If you didn’t belong here yourself, you’d find out about it pretty quickly.Up until now, she’d never lost a match that mattered, not since she was a little girl and still learning the art of fencing. Her mother had been a fencer before she had gotten sick, and her grandmother before that. It was a family tradition, one that made each of them unique and yet bonded the generations together, this peculiar art of fighting with a sword.River had had either a pen or a sword in her hand during almost every spare moment ever since she was about 10 years old and had started her fencing lessons. It had been schoolwork or fencing and little else once her natural talent had become clear to her mother and her coach.“She could be one of the great ones; she’s got the raw ability… only time will tell.”Now it was all about to culminate in this match.As a Junior champion, she was attempting to qualify for the national team.
Under her lamé and jacket, River was sweating hard, having fought back against all odds from an eight point deficit to within two points now, but time was running out and she had to remind herself to breathe deeply and stay calm somehow.
Fourteen to twelve; her opponent only had to score once more, or simply fight defensively and let the timer give her the victory.Some fencers attacked, some defended, and some were specialists in the counterattack. Based on what she’d observed up until now, River doubted that the girl facing her would stop attacking; it just wasn’t her style. But she seemed to be getting just a little bit tired.Possibly she hadn’t expected the match to go on for the full time limit, and the momentum had definitely swung at least a little bit towards River in this stage of the contest.
Maybe endurance was the one chink in the armor of this adversary who had seemed so invincible at the start.As her coach always had told her, it’s not over until it’s over.
River’s specialty was the counterattack, which relied just as much on successful defense strategy. If your opponent scored on attack, there would be no point scored on the counter, and in the early stages of the match, that’s exactly what had happened. But River had watched closely, studied how the girl fought, and despite falling behind early, she hadn’t lost focus.
She watched, and she had been able to fight her way back to within two points... but she would have to score three to none in order to win.
As she stood behind her line on the strip, she could feel the sweat dripping down the curve of her spine under her jacket. Unable to see her adversary's eyes through the mesh of her mask, River watched her sword hand, waiting for it to move.
"EN GARDE... ALLEZ!" the referee shouted.
There was a sudden rapid lunge and thrust from the girl facing her. The point of the advancing sabre was blocked by River's quinte parry to deflect the cut away from her head. River was attempting a 'prise de fer' to push the other girl's blade aside which would leave her open to counterattack but her opponent parried her move easily at arm's length and from that short distance, was able to land a quick slashing blow to River's arm.“Touché!”
The buzzer sounded; the match was over.River removed her mask, saluted the referee and the judges, and shook her opponent's extended hand. This Becca Ward was quite an amazing fencer, that much was certain. River had tried her hardest, she'd put up a good fight, but had been outscored on points finally. She had been eliminated from contention for the team.
As she removed her protective clothing in the locker room afterwards, River was unable to prevent the bitter tears of her disappointment from flowing freely now, and there was no consolation for her in having done her best.
In her mind, she had dedicated this match to the memory of her mother, who had died shortly after she had won her Junior Championship title. As sick as she was, her mother had managed to hang on, desperately clinging to life while her beloved daughter rose through the ranks, and at least she had lived to see that, but not long enough to witness this defeat, River thought.Part of her knew that her mother and her grandmother would not have been angry or disappointed that she had lost, for she had fought well.She could almost hear her mother’s voice, trying to comfort her…“You were good today; she was just a little better.”“That's just a nice way of saying I wasn’t good enough,” she replied to the voice inside her head now.
She felt as though she’d let her mother down somehow by losing here today.She was angry and disappointed at what she saw as a failing of her skill, her will and her character, and she vowed to leave the competition side of the art behind, and never fight again.If she wasn’t fighting, she didn’t need to train anymore either.So what will I do?, she wondered.This had been her whole life up until now, and she had no idea what would happen from here on out.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, here's the latest chapter of the story, and we're hearing from a couple of characters
that haven't gotten much of a chance to speak up until now. Hopefully they'll keep you amused... one way or another...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 43)
NO EXIT (Janet and Diana)
Cannes, present day
(sound track: Resistance, by Muse)
The two slave vampire girls were back up in their room after the latest training session, feeling quite exhausted and desperate since their evil sisters hadn’t allowed them to pee in order to keep them ready for tonight’s show.Yes, even though they were preparing for the upcoming battle with that rival clan across the ocean, they were still obliged to perform their show… not only did Judith and Kris need the blood money that they earned from their slaves to keep the four of them fed, but the emo vamps also needed those strong emotions that the show evoked in the audience in order to thrive.Janet and Diana were squirming in place and working hard to hold in the amount of liquid they had been forced to consume. By now they were both leaking pee fairly steadily into their panties, and they were actually looking forward to show time, because it would mean they would finally get a chance to fully relieve the almost overwhelming pressure which had been building up all day in their poor overburdened bladders at last.“So, what are we gonna do about this battle, J.?” Diana asked, with her hand gently cradling the bulge above her tight low-rise jeans.“We’re probably going to get our butts kicked, that’s what!” Janet replied. “First off, we suck… you totally can’t fight with a sword, and really, I’m not too much better! If we even try, we’re just totally going to get ourselves killed, although I guess we don’t really need to worry about that too much,” she said with a laugh. “After all, we’re both already dead… well, at least technically speaking, anyhow.”“I prefer the term ‘undead’, really… “ Diana said, trying her best to mimic Judith’s strange accent. Although she failed miserably to capture it, Janet still giggled at the attempt, which caused her to let loose another uncontrollable leak down below.“C’mon, Di, don’t make me laugh now!” Janet gasped. “I’m gonna totally pee myself, and you know what that bitch Kris will do to us if we’re not totally full at show time!”She doubled over and jammed her hand down between her legs under her short denim miniskirt to apply pressure on her urethra through her white cotton panties now, feeling the dampness of them as she did."OMG, I'm not sure i'm gonna make it...""You have to, J., YOU JUST HAVE TO !" Diana's voice was rising along with her panic at the thought that poor Janet might lose control before it was allowed during their show. "You know what'll happen otherwise!"She squirmed and wriggled with the ever growing discomfort of her urgent need to pee now. The thought of Janet being in such a bad way was actually making her own desperation even more intense now. Where the hell was Kris? Surely it had to be close to time to get going on their way to Le Petit Bal...Diana had been so thoroughly conditioned now, she actually welcomed the sight of her tormentor's face. Whenever she saw Kris, it meant she was going to get to pee some time soon, at least.Although first, there would be their walk of shame through the night-time streets of Cannes... it was kind of like when the circus came to town in the olden days, a way to give the potential audience a little free taste so they'd come and pay for the ticket to see the show. The two slave girls would be paraded around in front of hungry vampires, desperate and leaking all the while, trying not to pee their panties the whole time. Then there would be the arrival at Le Petit Bal, a rapid yet thorough shibari bondage session at Kris' hands, then some sort of prolonged bladder torment in front of the assembled audience of paying customers before they'd finally be allowed release.
By now, they were both used to the routine, and quite resigned to their fate.“Oh, for starters, she’ll just pump us full of water again the other way…and then afterwards…” Janet said unhappily, before the other girl interrupted her.“STOP!! I don’t even wanna think about it…” Diana wasn’t kidding either.Just the mere thought of a Kris punishment session filled her with dread, and she almost wet herself with fear again now just remembering what Kris had done to her the last time she'd peed without permission. She gasped softly as she felt a little spurt escape before she was able to bear down and halt the flow. Now a tiny wet spot had formed on the crotch of her jeans... omg... this is bad, she thought.“Well, dead or alive, or undead… or whatever… we need to come up with a plan, or we won’t be around anymore after this fight!” Janet said. “Somehow I get the impression that those two don’t give a flying f*ck whether we make it through this or not.”“But we can’t fight, or we’ll lose. Then what?” Diana crossed her legs tightly, then double-crossed them, afraid that just once wouldn't be enough to hold back the inevitable flood of pee that was so ready to come out now.“Kind of a dilemma, Di,” Janet mused, still squirming awkwardly with her hand jammed down between her legs. “If we fight, we lose… and if we manage to help them win and survive somehow, they’ll have gotten what they wanted all along: possession of those other two vamp girls.” Janet smiled grimly, and then went on.“I’m guessing they won’t need us at all at that point… so they’ll just either sell us on or destroy us, and we lose that way too.”“So what are we gonna do then, J.?”Diana had tears in her eyes now; it was unclear whether they were from her dire assessment of their seemingly hopeless situation or the effort of holding back from wetting herself, or possibly a combination of the two.“Don’t worry, Di… I’ll think of something, I swear.” Janet said, and smiled at her friend. She'd always been the smart one.Suddenly that familiar and hateful voice rang out from downstairs.“OK, you little panty wetter bitches, you’d better both be full to bursting and ready to pee, because… yes, kiddies... you know what time it is now... "With an evil cackle,"It’s SHOWTIME!”, Kris declared gleefully as she appeared in the middle of their room with lengths of red and black nylon rope at the ready in her left hand.
She smiled that evil grin of hers now and raised her right hand while Diana looked on in terror. As soon as Kris snapped her fingers, both girls began to wet themselves uncontrollably now, helpless to prevent their bodies from obeying their conditioning.Diana started to sob as she felt herself releasing what felt like an ocean of clear and fragrant urine into her jeans, bending over as they finally became soaked with her hot pee and it dripped over her bare feet onto the floor. Meanwhile, Janet was down on her hands and knees, her wee squirting out in a strong stream and wetting her cotton panties and her thighs under her denim mini, her blushing face averted. Her puddle on the floor joined with Diana's now as Kris looked on, laughing at the two of them and enjoying every second of their humiliation and distress."Uh-oh, poor little girls just couldn't hold it in anymore, eh? Tsk, tsk... well, looks like it's time for a bit of a refill, doesn't it?" the little red headed vampire said with that evil smile on her pretty lips again."I'd better go get the catheters..."<TO BE CONTINUED> |
Apologies for the slight delay in posting this latest chapter...
one of the main characters in this one is kind of difficult,
and i had to wait for just the right moment to ask certain questions in order to get the facts right.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 45)IN THE MARKET FOR LOVE (Judith and Samuel)Vidin, Bulgaria (Ottoman Empire) 1859 (sound track: I’m A Slave 4 U, performed by Britney Spears)
Judith is rescued from the slave market by Samuel Baker. She stood out in the marketplace because of her pale skin and her blonde hair.So different from the other girls on offer, despite being clothed in the same rather revealing outfit of green translucent harem pants through which a glimpse of purple knickers could be seen, and a tiny metallic brassiere made from brass formed into overlapping round plates which barely managed to contain her shapely bosom.As the two men looked on, the girl was squirming in place, obviously quite desperate. Samuel found it to be no less attractive a feature than her physical attributes. She was of medium height, with a bit of what the French would call ‘rondeur’ to her, neither skinny nor fat, but obviously female and nubile in the curve of her breasts and hip bones and bottom.Her facial features made her appear a classic beauty, at least by the standards of the early 1800s, which is what he tended to prefer in women. Old fashioned, his friends called him, but he did not care in the slightest.“How much for that one?” Samuel asked the merchant.“You have good taste, Effendi, and a keen eye for quality,” the swarthy Armenian in the tasseled fez said, almost as if he were talking about a horse or a carpet. “Apologies; she is already sold, and destined for the Ottoman Pasha of Vidin. Selected by him personally, I might add.”He exposed a set of strangely sharp yellow teeth as he smiled.“What did he pay? Whatever it was, I’ll be glad to offer you more.”“The only reason you have seen her is that they are due to come for her later today. I brought her to the market so that they might fetch her more easily. But I repeat, she is most definitely not for sale; it would not be worth my life, should you offer me even ten times the considerable sum the Pasha has paid me for her.”“Come on Samuel, you heard the man… she’s not for sale,” his friend said, tugging at his arm.As the two men rounded the corner, Samuel said, “I want her… I must have her. There is something quite irresistible about her.”“Are you sure, Sam?” Maharajah Duleep Singh asked.“I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life, my friend. That is the girl I shall spend the rest of my life with, or I shall surely abandon living.”“Then I suppose we had better come up with a plan to rescue her, or she shall be in the Pasha’s harem by nightfall, my friend.”----------------------------------------------------------------------The two adventurers had decided that the best time to rescue the girl would be after the Pasha’s men had taken possession of her and were bringing her back to his harem. The slave market was too crowded for a rapid escape, and once inside the Pasha’s harem she would certainly be well guarded.At the outskirts of the market, they waited patiently on horseback for the carriage transporting the slave girl to pass, then followed at a distance behind it for a while until they came to the spot they had chosen, a narrow passage where they would be out of sight for a brief moment. Before the carriage could enter it, Samuel’s friend spurred on his powerful charger, riding ahead. When the carriage was fully engaged in the passage, he turned his mount rapidly to block their path while Samuel came up from behind. The two of them now trained their rifles on the three men who were accompanying the girl, two inside the carriage and one at the reins.“We mean you no harm; we are only here for her,” Samuel said. “We will trade gold for her, enough for you to make a new life elsewhere.”The man at the reins of the carriage tied them off and quickly jumped to the ground. He bared his teeth, exposing sharp fangs as he did.“A new life… these two may be tempted by your offer, but such a thing is not possible for me. That is exactly why my master sent me along on this errand,” he said. Suddenly he lunged towards Sam, long clawlike fingernails extending from his outstretched hands as he did.“Sweet Krishna, he is a vampire! You must shoot for the heart, Sam!” his friend exclaimed.Without hesitation, Sam did as he was told. His keen hunter’s reflexes served him well, as always, and he shot fast and true.As the rifle bullet struck the man in mid-air, he dropped to the ground with an eerie wail of pain and rolled rapidly back and forth there a few times in extreme agony, then turned to dust before their eyes.The two remaining men held up their hands in surrender.“You may take the girl,” one of the two robed men said. “We have no desire to die here this day.”The Mararajah kept his rifle aimed at the men while Sam put up his gun and rummaged in his saddlebag for a moment before finding what he was looking for.“A deal is a deal,” Samuel said as he tossed a small but heavy leather sack to one of the men, who caught it in his eager hands. He opened it and looked inside before smiling broadly at his companion.“She is yours,” he said to the bearded man on horseback before him. “For that price, you may have the carriage, too… it would be better if it were not found too quickly.”He laughed before turning to his friend and said, “Come, we must disappear now, before the Pasha has word of this.”As they faded into the rapidly descending darkness of the night, the second man turned and called back over his shoulder.“Good luck with her; she is as much a demon as that other!”Maharajah Duleep Singh quickly tied their horses to the back of the carriage, then pulled himself up into the driver's seat to take the reins while Samuel opened the door and stepped up to take a seat across from the girl now."To the ferry now, and quickly, my friend!" Samuel fairly shouted. It had all gone as planned so far, but they were nowhere near out of danger yet."HYAAAH!" Duleep Singh cried as he slapped the horses' backs lightly with the reins. The well-trained beasts responded instantly, taking off at a rapid gallop, the sound of their hooves striking the road a mirror to the pounding of Samuel's heart as the flow of adrenaline slowly drained from his system.He looked over towards the beautiful girl on the blood red plush velvet seat across from him and smiled now.At this speed, they would be at the ferry in no time at all, and from there across the Danube to Calafat. In no time at all, they would be in Romania, and then... what?He hadn't thought that far ahead. All Samuel knew was that they would be together now, and until death do us part, he thought.Speaking as softly and gently as he could, he now addressed her directly.“What is your name, girl? Oh, right; you probably can't understand a word I'm saying, can you?” He repeated the question in French, and then in Romanian.“Flooey…. Florenz is my name,” she stammered, her face still tilted down towards the floor of the carriage. She had been trained never to look her master in the eye, and far as she knew, this strange bearded man was now her master.“Look at me when I speak to you, my dear, don’t be afraid. You are no longer a slave.” He cupped her chin gently and tilted her face upwards, and their eyes met for the first time.She has lovely eyes... the kind a man could get lost in forever, he thought.Samuel continued, now speaking not really to her but more to himself.“I think that we had better lay low for a bit in any case. Maybe an expedition to Africa would be in order. We’ll be harder to find If we are on safari, in case the Pasha decides to come after you."<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Friends, fans and fiends, my apologies for the slight delay in posting this latest chapter.
It's a short one, i know, but still an important piece of the 'puzzle'...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 47)
IDOL WORSHIP (Cool and Trane)
Antibes, France 1965
(sound track: Agitation, performed by the Miles Davis Quintet)
Cool meets her hero...
The dressing room smelled like jazz to me: smoke from about a half a million cigarettes, cheap whiskey, stale sweat mixed with perfume, and the distinctive scent of the instruments and their cases.It was between sets, and the band and their friends and assorted hangers-on were all crowded into the small space, drinking, smoking and jive talking.Hannah had dragged me backstage, saying she wanted me to meet someone.“Man, that cat couldn’t swing if he was hangin’ from a rope,” Miles said in that familiar raspy voice, a lit cigarette burning down between his slim fingers.He was dressed stylishly, wearing a dark charcoal grey handmade Italian sharkskin suit, a white dress shirt with crisply starched collar and cuffs, skinny black silk necktie, dark brown leather belt and shoes, gold cufflinks and an expensive looking gold watch on his wrist. A pair of black-rimmed Wayfarer sunglasses with dark tinted lenses was hiding his eyes.Having missed the beginning of the conversation, I wasn’t exactly sure which player he might be referring to, but his comment elicited a round of laughter from the group assembled around him.As Trane walked by the open door holding his tenor sax cradled in his arms, Miles buttonholed him.“Hey, man, why you gotta play so long for?” he asked Trane plaintively.‘Sometimes I just can’t figure out how to end a solo,” Trane replied softly. "The ideas just keep coming, and I need to work them out..."He seemed distracted, as if he were only present physically, his mind and spiritual being somewhere else entirely.“Try takin’ the horn out ya mouth,” Miles replied with a laugh. "That's how Shorter does it."Trane said nothing in reply, but simply continued on his way back to the second dressing room along with the rest of his band.Then Miles turned towards us.“So, Hannah, it's been awhile,” he said. “What you been up to?”“Not much, Miles,” Hannah said. “I’d like you to meet someone though. This is Cool…”
“Erica…” I said quickly, cringing inwardly at the effect hearing my nickname would probably have on these guys.It was too late though.“Cool, eh?” he asked with a comically exaggerated quizzical look on his face.Not cool enough, apparently.There was another round of laughter, this time at my expense.Now I was barely able to keep from wetting myself. I was as nervous as a little girl, ready to pee my panties right then and there from the lethal combination of my desperation, my fear and my red-faced embarrassment all rolled into one big bundle of urgent need…
Thanks a lot, Hannah!Meanwhile, he had been standing about three feet away from me, and I was too awestruck to say a word… the great John Coltrane & I, almost in the same room together, breathing the same air.It was all too much for me; I turned and ran out of the dressing room like a frightened little bunny rabbit, to the accompaniment of another round of laughter.
Hannah followed me out back to where I was leaning up against the wall, breathing deeply, my eyes closed, trying to get myself back under control.“Are you OK, Cool? Don’t you want to meet Trane?”‘I do, but I don’t. I’m afraid…”“Afraid of what? That he’ll be different than you imagined him to be?”“Yeah, and I’ll never be able to listen to him in the same way again.”“Well, that’s a chance you’ll have to take; but, unlike Miles, he’s actually one of the nicest people you’d ever hope to meet… and pretty evolved, considering he’s only had one lifetime to work on things,” Hannah said with a laugh and a toss of her long dark hair.“Come on back inside.”
She took me by the hand and led me back towards the second dressing room.
I was trembling with fear and anticipation. Miles had joined us, and he was chatting casually with Hannah as we walked into the other dressing room.The whole vibe of this one was different, though; even though it was the same sort of dingy little space, somehow it felt like a church, a cathedral even... suffused with light and spirituality.Now he was standing in a corner, playing his horn… OMG, the sound of it, right there in front of me... even Tesla's latest and greatest system couldn't do justice to the sound of his horn up close.“Hey, Trane, this crazy bitch over here wants to meet you,” Miles said. “She’s a huge fan, apparently.”Coltrane stopped playing. He turned in our direction and smiled.
Hannah fairly dragged me over to the corner where he was standing and cupped my chin, forcing me to look up from my feet.
He was much taller than either of us, so he looked down at me now, his brown eyes liquid and as expressive as his playing, so full of wisdom and compassion.
As he shook my hand, he said, “I’m pleased to meet you. Are you a musician also?”It was so strange, but I could feel something like a transference of energy when he touched my hand.“She plays the soprano sax,” Hannah said, knowing I was probably too tongue-tied to answer for myself.“Soprano, huh? Nice… how long you been playing?”“A couple of years,” I somehow managed to get those few words out.“I’m just learning.”“Aren’t we all?” he said with a laugh. “Well, you keep at it; practice makes perfect, you know. I guess I'd better get back to it myself.”And with that, he put the horn back in his mouth and began running his sheets of sound again.I could hardly wait to get home and start playing.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Friday again... only five years has passed since last Friday... just a heartbeat,
if only we had one.
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt.48)DUALITY (Hannah and Miles)FILLMORE EAST, NYC Summer 1970(soundtrack: Sivad, by Hermeto Pascoal, performed by Miles Davis)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mTSiNJqq7I&list=PL6870B5D21473707CThe sun rises in the east, and it sets in the west.Some things never change, even if you haven’t seen a sunrise for many long years.People can change, though, and vampires are still people; unusual people, sometimes remarkable people, but still people in the end.Take Miles for example…Sivad Selim was a court musician back in the time of the Pharoahs, and Hannah was a Jewish slave in the Pharoah’s house, charged with attending to the Pharoah’s many sons and daughters. They knew each other by sight, rather casually at first until they both realized what they had in common: that neither of them would ever age normally, or die a natural death. In the culture of ancient Egypt, where preparation for the afterlife was everything, to be unable to die was perhaps the worst fate of all.Sivad Selim had already lived many lifetimes, and had become resigned to his fate, although it had made him first angry, then bitter.Hannah was in her first lifetime as one of the undead, but she was comfortable with who and what she was, although not with preying on others, humans, beings weaker than herself by nature. In contrast, Sivad Selim always took great pleasure in hunting, feasting on his prey, and leaving them for dead. If they were strong enough, they became his little ones, at least until he tired of them. If not, they passed into the Great Beyond without him giving them a second thought.“Misery loves company.” That’s how he put it. When their work was done, they would visit each other in their quarters, and long into the day which was their night by the light of the oil lamps, they would argue the respective points of their personal philosophies.Hannah’s belief was that the challenge of an undead existence was to be what one was without causing harm to others, while to Sivad, this was to deny one’s true nature.“Be yourself, be true to yourself,” he always said.“Yes, but I define who I am, not my appetites,” she would always reply.To which Sivad would usually respond by letting out an evil laugh, and extending his sharp fangs before teleporting out of the room to some dark alley where he would snack on his next victim. Somehow, despite their differing philosophies, they came to care for each other, and to become friends.And time passed.Through the centuries which became like minutes to them, they knew each other, and Hannah marveled as Sivad periodically reinvented his music and his playing to match the current fashion, ever-changing and yet somehow always remaining himself. The clothing changed, the name changed, all the members of the ensemble changed, even the horn changed, but he was always exactly who he was, and sounded only like himself. Never imitating others… always striving to be a true original.To him, that was what music was about: the long search to find one's unique voice, a unique sound, and then to develop it fully.Time was not his enemy in his quest, for he had plenty of time to spare, and time for him became elastic, stretching and compressing like a rubber band to suit his whim, the beat going from straight time to no time, and back again seamlessly now.Form was elastic also; he had played everything from the simplest melodies to the most complex harmonies, complicated classical pieces, jazz standards and the 12 bar blues… now he was able to play only what he wished, when he wished.“I’ll play it, and I’ll tell you what it is later,” he said in that raspy voice of his at one recording session.Another time, the engineer had asked him the title of an improvised piece. “Call it anything,” he responded offhandedly.And that’s what they wrote down on the track sheet.'Call It Anything'.Hannah’s personal preference had been his Baroque period. His pursuit of technical mastery of the trumpet had been at its apogee then, and his playing was fast, clean and powerful. But over time, he had grown bored with technique for technique’s sake. Over time he began to play fewer and fewer notes, but each note meant more. Everything was weighed and measured, the way the note was shaped in his lungs, his throat and his mouth, the pressure of his full lips on the mouthpiece, then how it was articulated, sustained, bent or vibrato added… now he chased pure sound, tone and nuanced phrasing.“All the technique in the world means nothing if you have nothing to say for yourself,” Miles said. "It's like a writer with good penmanship, but no ideas."This was his latest persona… no longer a jazz musician per se, but something else; not quite a rock star, but close.Gone were the handmade suits, replaced by tank tops, long scarves, tight leather trousers and high heeled boots, and the shades were now oversized, hiding the blood-red eyes of a constantly hungry, angry vampire.To live on for centuries, unable to pass into the Great Beyond, chasing sound, chasing a dream, attaining perfect technical mastery and yet being unsatisfied… now he pursued simplicity, the simplicity of snowflakes. All alike in their basic nature, yet they contained infinite complexity, each one being unique, each one different, like the solos he would play over the same vamp on different nights. Trane was long gone, and Shorter had left along with Zawinul to form their own electric ensemble. Although Miles still had a sax in the group, he had become fascinated with the sound of a certain electric guitar player from Seattle who played left handed and loud, and did things with a guitar that shouldn’t have been possible, making his amplifier a part of the basic sound instead of simply using it to make what was already coming out just a bit louder. They were kindred spirits, both of them explorers, but Jimi had passed on into the Great Beyond just before they had had a chance to collaborate. Even more cause for bitterness, since everyone Miles had ever cared for had been taken from him eventually. Except Hannah...They had never been lovers, for Miles took and discarded lovers as casually as he might pick a flower, sniff it, and then toss it away, and even if he had desired that, Hannah was not attracted to men in any case.But there was something that drew them to each other besides their shared fate; despite their differing philosophies as to how a vampire should comport him or herself, they too were kindred spirits of a sort, for both of them sought the meaning behind who and what they were. All things happen for a reason, and being undead was no exception to the rule. All existence must serve a purpose, of this they were both certain.Their difference of opinion came in the interpretation of what that purpose might be. Miles, being both self-centered and a hedonist by nature, believed that "do what thou will shall be the whole of the law", while Hannah believed that it was what we did for others that made our existence have meaning, rather than what we did for ourselves.Over many long years they had argued back and forth, neither able to convince the other, and finally they had simply agreed to disagree.Friends were hard enough to come by in the vampire world.Predators were all naturally in competition for the same food, and those who chose not to hunt humans generally didn't associate with those who did... it was just easier that way.And of course, to be friends or lovers with a human, well... that was a sure ticket to heartbreak, for they all lived such short lives, and to watch someone you love die got pretty old after the first couple of centuries, sure enough.Somehow, despite their differences, Miles and Hannah remained friends over the years.But in order to truly understand what you are, you need to understand where you’ve come from.The ancient Egyptians believed that during Zep Tepi, The First Time, the time of the gods, there was a direct link between Heaven and Earth. In The First Time, the heavenly Milky Way was reflected in the path of the Nile River on Earth, the Pyramids on the Giza plateau were aligned exactly with the stars of Orion’s Belt, and the gods traveled along the vertically aligned Milky Way from the distant stars, from the Duat or Celestial Kingdom, to here on Earth. The First Time was a Golden Age, “before rage or clamour or strife or uproar had come about”, to quote the Egyptologist Rundle Clark whose own premature death in January of 1970 had come before he could do much more than begin a monograph on the god Osiris, whose heavenly presence was the star Orion.“No death, disease or disaster occurred in this blissful epoch, known variously as ‘The Time of Re’, ‘The Time of Osiris’, or ‘The Time of Horus’,“ Rundle Clark had written, but he had not said why.Indeed, why no death, disease, or disaster? Simply because these ‘gods’, as the local inhabitants of the Giza plateau referred to them, were in fact star voyagers who traveled along the Milky Way in the form of pure energy, and although they were able to retain their great longevity once they had manifested in physical form at the end of the celestial river, in order to survive here on Earth in that form they had been obliged to become blood drinkers… vampires, in essence.But as such, they were immune to death, decay and disease. The legend was that, wanting to rule both Upper and Lower Egypt, the god Set had killed his brother Osiris and dismembered his body, cutting it into pieces and scattering the pieces, and by that act of violence putting an end to the Golden Age. And that Isis the wife of Osiris, using her magic, had gathered up the far-flung scattered pieces and brought him back from the dead just long enough in order to receive his seed. The result of this union was the birth in due course of the ‘god’ Horus, the falcon-headed Sky God, the god of war, and of hunting. He who became Father of all the Undead.So, to Miles, all vampires were descendants of the ORIGINAL hunter, the predator falcon, and therefore entitled to feed on lesser entities.Hannah, having been born a slave, tended to sympathise with the exploited and oppressed, though. Of course, I wasn’t thinking too much about any of this as I listened to the band play on Saturday night at the end of a four day stint at the Fillmore East, the air thick with smoke... The house was packed, with long haired hippies on acid standing alongside some of the more progressive jazz fans who had followed Miles on this new trip of his, unsure of where he was leading them but willing to travel.Miles on the trumpet. Doing his own thing, as always.Chick Corea on the Fender Rhodes electric piano, and Keith Jarrett on electronic organ, not the usual jazzer's Hammond B3. Dave Holland from the UK doubling acoustic and electric bass, another new element coming from the rock world.Jack DeJohnette on drums and the Brazilian Airto Moreira handling percussion and his native cuica.And then finally, there was Steve Grossman on tenor and soprano sax, Trane’s horns… he was no Coltrane but then again, unlike me, he wasn’t trying to be.In fact, all of them were deliberately not referencing any jazz music that had come before this point.“Be yourself, be true to yourself,” Miles had told them.“That’s all that really matters in the end… in the end, it’s all you have.”<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Where does the story lead next? Well, i once asked Hannah how she became an omo vamp,
and this is the story she told me... yet another small piece of the puzzle...
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 49)
RESCUE (Sakura)
Mikawa Province, Japan, 1582(sound track: Sakura "Cherry Blossoms")
how Hannah became an omo vamp…
In the dead of night, three figures clad entirely in black stood at the foot of the stone wall.
The information from Hanzo’s contacts within the local Iga ninja clan had been reliable; Lord Tokugawa Ieyasu’s family was being held captive within.
“Hannah-san, it is my duty to attempt to free my Lord and Daimyo’s family,” Hanzo spoke softly, ”but there is no reason why you should put yourself in harm’s way. Go back and guard Lord Tokugawa, if you wish, but this mission is almost certainly doomed to failure.”
“All the more reason for me to remain at your side, Hanzo-sama,” Hannah replied. “Perhaps three may succeed where two cannot prevail. If not, to perish in a noble cause is a good end in any case, and to do so in your company would be an honour indeed.”
The small girl on the other side of the master swordsman nodded, agreeing silently.
All three were fierce fighters, and had the stealth, strength and skills of their undead nature as advantages.
“You came here for a sword, not to get involved in a war which does not concern you, and yet here you are, fighting by our side."
"Injustice always concerns me, Hanzo-Sama," Hannah said softly.
"I must do what is right, no matter the cost. And freeing Lord Tokugawa's family is the right thing, I know this to be true."
"Hannah-san, you have a noble soul." Hanzo replied, taking her hand now.
"Sakura-chan, you see this woman? She is not gaijin… not any longer,” Hanzo said.
“We shall henceforth consider her as family, Hanzo-sama.” Sakura answered, nodding again.
The three of them now began to silently scale the rough stone wall of the stronghold, their katana secured to their backs, their strong fingers finding the small interstices between the stone blocks and carrying the three of them ever upwards towards the ramparts of the castle wall. When they reached the top, the stealthy trio pulled past the overhanging eaves of the roof effortlessly to walk without a sound upon the roof tiles, Hanzo counting their steps silently as they moved.
“They are here, just as they were said to be. I sense their heartbeats, and the heartbeats of others,” Hanzo said to Sakura, using the mind link they had formed between them as clan members long ago.
“I feel them as well, Master,” the small girl replied in the same manner.
Sakura gestured to Hannah now. She held out her hand with three fingers extended, then pointed her index finger downwards. Next, she raised all five fingers, and followed that with a slashing motion across her throat.
Three family members, five guards stationed, two outside the door and three in the hall. Simple enough, so far.
First, take out the sentries.
The three of them teleported into the hallway, each behind a guard, and rendered them unconscious using a soporific powder. There was no need to put brave samurai who were only doing their duty to death if it could be avoided.
The two guards outside the door were easily dealt with as well. Leaving their unconscious bodies propped up on either side of the door, Hanzo slid the iron bolt that was barring it open.
As he did, a plaintive voice from inside began to speak.
“Leave us alone! Can we not spend one night without you disturbing our rest?”
Sakura quickly slipped inside and covered the older woman’s mouth with her hand, silencing her. It would not do for the rest of the guards to be alerted so quickly to the rescue attempt.
There was no easy way out; teleportation with the Daimyo’s family along for the ride would pose too much risk for both rescuers and rescued in this situation, so although the three ninja vampires had gotten in that way, they would have to find another way out.
Luckily, the girl Sakura had infiltrated the household staff of the castle by posing as a chambermaid, and had memorized the layout of the parts of the castle she had access to in the course of her duties.
In addition, Hanzo’s contacts within had told her of the existence and location of secret passageways within the castle; all castles had them, means of escape or discreet travel for place to place within the walls, away from prying eyes or threats of any kind.
Now, they would use them to their own advantage.
Hanzo spoke softly but firmly to the three captives.
“You must come with us now, if you want to see Lord Tokugawa ever again. We are here to return you to him.”
The older woman’s eyes widened for a second; she recognized his voice even though his face was hidden by the hood of his ninja suit.
She picked up the youngest child, and took the little girl by the hand.
“We will follow where you lead, Hanzo-sama,” she replied.
“Quietly…” Sakura added in a whisper.
They stepped out into the hallway. The flickering torchlight made everything appear both dreamlike and ominous at the same time, with the uncertainty of each shadow holding dread and the threat of an enemy hiding within, but the six managed to make their way down the hall to a certain hanging tapestry.
Lifting it with one hand revealed a small alcove in the stone wall and once Sakura had pressed one of the stones in just the right way, a small section of the wall slid open just enough to allow them to enter a dark and narrow passageway.
Although the three vampires had no need of it, Sakura took a small torch from the wall to illuminate the passageway for the other three so that they would be able to see where they were stepping.
Now down they went, the passage turning in a tight spiral, ever downwards in the cold and dank silence with the small girl leading the way, counting the steps as she went.
When the proper number had been reached, she felt for the release catch that would open the passageway to the outside of the castle.
Sakura passed her hand over the torch, extinguishing it to eliminate the chance of the glow being observed by the sentries on the ramparts above, and the six of them emerged into the dark and stillness of the night.
They walked a few hundred paces to a small grove of trees where the vampires had left their horses, then mounted up along with the three former captives and rode off into the night to rejoin the main body of Lord Tokugawa’s forces now, the sound of the horses’ hooves muffled by cloth wrappings.
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“Buddha be praised,” Sakura said in her soft voice as she prepared the green tea for them back in their tent, the flaps sealed tightly against the approaching dawn.
“We not only managed to complete our mission, but had no need to kill anyone in the process."
‘Thanks to your knowledge and skill, Sakura-san,” Hannah replied.
The two of them were alone now, Hanzo-Sama having been summoned to Lord Tokugawa’s side to report on the mission, and to celebrate the successful return of his family.
Sakura poured the boiling water into the teapot and then smiled.
‘My master has asked that we become family, Hannah-san. You know what that means, of course.”
Sakura bared her snow white fangs now.
“Would you like to taste me first?”
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After a few hours, the two girls were lying in bed together, having drunk copious amounts of green tea and sake as well as a fair amount of each other’s blood.
“Oh, Buddha, I have to pee,“ the small ninja vampire said with a cryptic smile.
Sakura got up, and disappeared for a couple of minutes behind a shoji screen. When she returned, she was carrying a tray with two small cups on it.
The cups were filled with a warm blue liquid.
“Here, drink this with me now,” Sakura said.
She lifted the small cup to her mouth, and Hannah did the same, not wishing to appear rude to her new sister. The liquid was sweet, like a fruit nectar of some sort, and she drained the cup quickly.
“Delicious,” Hannah said, licking her lovely lips.
“Don’t worry, there’s lots more where that came from,’
Sakura said, smiling widely now.
“And that was the second part of it.”
‘What do you mean, the second part?” Hannah asked,
not understanding.
“Oh, Hannah, I thought you knew by now," Sakura sighed softly. "I’m an omo vampire, couldn’t you tell by the way I'm always desperate?"
<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dear friends, fans and fiends, i know it's been awhile since i posted here, but all good things come to those who wet...
errr, i mean wait... at least i think that's what i meant.
Well anyway, here's this part !
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 51)MATCH POINTSeattle, present day
(sound track: Midnight, by Jimi Hendrix)
When our plane touched down at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, the sky was dark grey and cold rain was pouring down like nobody’s business. Icky weather, but at least daylight was one less thing we’d need to worry about; that was one reason Hannah had chosen Seattle as the location for the challenge. It’s almost always grey and raining here.Now we got into our limo and headed for the actual site for the battle, the Seattle Underground.If you know your history, you probably are aware that at some point in the late 1800’s thirty-one blocks of Seattle's business district burned to the ground, and the town elders decided to rebuild the town not just using brick or stone construction instead of wood but also to regrade the streets, which ended up being anywhere from ten to thirty feet higher than they had been, although the businesses still carried on at what was formerly ground level for quite some time afterwards. The town’s clever solution to the problem of elevated streets and low sidewalks was to provide ladders at every street corner, rickety wooden ladders up to 30 feet high. Nice, eh?The Seattle coroner’s office then recorded some rather unusual causes of death for the next few years, including ‘involuntary suicide’ (which often happened when after a night of drinking, an inebriated patron would leave the saloon, climb up one ladder, cross the street and miss the ladder going down on the opposite side), or cases of people being crushed by horses who, when spooked, bolted and fell into the chasm on either side of the street just at the moment someone happened to be passing below. Oops…Well, eventually, the sidewalks were reconstructed above the old street level, but a number of enterprises still carried on down below as if nothing had changed, because there were glass ‘skylights’ installed in the new sidewalks so that daylight would filter down to the old sidewalks and storefronts on that level.After more time passed, some businesses just used the old ground floor as basement storage; other areas fell into disuse and were abandoned, only to become flophouses, whorehouses, opium dens and other ‘questionable’ enterprises whose avoidance of official scrutiny and the light of day was a sine qua non of their continued survival.The extensive network of streets beneath the city streets still exists to this very day, right below the feet of the unsuspecting residents and tourists walking right above it. Parts of it have been restored and they give tours down there, but most of it is still condemned, off limits and inaccessible to the general public.This was the Seattle Underground. This was where our two clans would meet to decide our collective fate.--------------------------------------------------------------------We drew cards out of the hat in order to determine our opponents; we would face the person from their clan who held the matching card.We somehow had to defeat all of them but without destroying any of them, or run the risk of taking on their evil and having them live on through us.They, on the other hand, would risk absolutely nothing by destroying any of us.Peter drew first… his card was the Queen of Clubs. Then I put my hand into the hat and withdrew it slowly. I was holding the Jack of Hearts.Petra took her turn, and got the Queen of Diamonds. Vicky went after her, and pulled out the Queen of Spades. River drew the King of Diamonds. Kat got the Queen of Hearts card. Hannah went last; the final card remaining was the Ace of Spades.Now it was time for us to reveal our cards in order to find out which of them we’d be matched against.We all held up our cards for the opposite clan to see, and they then revealed theirs.“We surrender,” Janet and Diana both said in unison as the two of them quickly lowered their weapons to their sides and then dropped them without even taking the time to see who they’d have to face.They had already discussed this and planned it out, Janet's guess being that putting their fates in the hands of the opposing clan would probably leave them better off than helping Cestus, Judith and Kris to win Vicky and Cool, or at the very least, no worse off than they already were.Kris muttered, “Useless, what did I tell you?” as their two swords clattered onto the hard ground at their feet.Kat and Peter both looked very disappointed that the luck of the draw had given them these two particular adversaries and that they were unwilling to fight.Kat in particular had been looking forward to the battle, and now both she and her lover had been effectively sidelined, condemned to watch passively as the challenge would go on without them.Now we were up two to nothing, without even having had to fight at all, but I had a feeling the rest of the matches weren’t going to be so easily decided.Petra had drawn the Queen of Diamonds, and Judith held the matching card in her hand.“And so we meet again,” Petra said. “It’s been a long time since Porte de Vanves.”“For you, possibly,” Judith said. “But I remember it as if it were only yesterday… you in your lovely black lace underwear, tied tightly to that chair and squirming with desperation, aching for sweet release… oh, my, I’ll never forget how we all felt that night; it was truly something special, my dear.”Petra couldn’t help herself; her lovely face blushed bright red with the memory of that day which had become a defining moment in her existence, setting her on the course that had finally brought her to this place, this time and this battle.“I had hoped that you would join us willingly then; you seemed to enjoy yourself so much,” Judith said with a laugh. “Then your sister made a deal with us that she wouldn’t resist or try to escape if we let you and your brother go that day, so I had to let you go then, but I don’t think I will this time. We’ll have the submissive ones, Vicky and Erica, for the show, but I think I’ll keep you as my own personal plaything.”She smiled evilly now.“The fact that you won’t enjoy it so much, unlike the other two, will make it all the better… for me, at least.”“Well, in order for that to happen, you’ll have to win me first, won’t you then?”Petra raised her katana and smiled grimly.Vicky raised her card and looked over at Kris, who was holding up the matching card, the Queen of Spades.“Looks like I get you, ‘sister’,” she said.“Fine with me, “ Kris responded with a little smile of her own.
“I’m looking forward to what I’m going to do to you now, and to you and that other little bitch when this is all over and done with.”
She laughed her evil laugh again and said, “Oh, such fun we’re going to have together!”Then she added, “Well, it will be fun for me in any case. I’m pretty sure neither of you will like it quite as much, but then, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(sound track: Midnight Lightning, by Jimi Hendrix)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PI5jY8vWd00I had drawn the Jack of Hearts, and the girl in the cropped black nylon lycra top and black, purple and yellow striped plaid pleated miniskirt across from me held the same card in her hand, her long neatly manicured and polished fingernails looking quite sharp and deadly. They had been painted a shade of dark purple, almost black, and her lipstick and eye shadow were a frosted dark purple shade also.
Somehow, she seemed oddly familiar to me although I could swear I’d never seen her before this very moment.
The girl’s face was quite pretty, with delicate features, like some beautiful doll. Her lithe body was that of a teenager, fit and shapely, with gentle curves in all the right places.Her long, shiny black hair was gathered in bunches on either side of her head, and dropped down past her shoulders.
So cute… in fact, if we had met in some club, I would have found her very attractive, and I surely wouldn’t have hesitated for an instant before bringing her home with me. But now we were facing each other to fight, and it was likely that only one of us would be going home afterwards.
She flicked her card away and in a single smooth and apparently well-practiced motion was holding a drawn katana in her hands.“How are you, Erica? I'd recognize you anywhere; you look exactly the same as you did all those years ago,” she said. Her voice was soft and feminine, sweetly melodious, and pitched in a high register, and she had a very strange look in her eyes at the moment.Recognize me? Where does she know me from?I had to wonder as she continued to look me up and down intently.“I’m not surprised you don’t recognize me, though. Certainly, a lot has changed on my end since that date we went on in '62 to catch ‘Trane at the Half Note.”“OMG… Brad???”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and yet it had to be true.“No, Erica… Brad is long gone. My name is Bethy.” There was a slightly hysterical edge to her voice now; it was almost imperceptible but still so clear to me. My ears, with not just the sensitivity of my vampire nature but having become finely attuned to changes in timbre after so many years playing the horn, picked it up as she continued to speak.“That same night, Master Cestus found me, and turned me… first, he broke me and turned me into this, a teenage girl; then he turned me into a vampire, so I’ll stay like this forever. And I’m his slave, his toy, his little plaything to do with as he wishes.”Now her voice was not just sharp, but tinged with a slightly bitter note as well.“At first, I blamed you… if he hadn’t seen me with you that night, maybe he would have chosen someone else, I thought,” Bethy said."But now, I’ve actually come to embrace and enjoy my new existence… and I’d like to thank you.”“Thank me? How?”I was having trouble with the perverse reasoning that must have lain behind this and the twisted nature of what she was saying to me now. “By making sure that you are enslaved just as I am; only by giving up our freedom can we be truly free, sweetie. This is the truth that Master Cestus has helped me to discover, and the truth that I would like to share with you now. We can be sisters-”“Sorry, but I already have enough sisters, and a loving mistress as well. I may be a submissive omo vamp, but I submit willingly to Hannah, because I love her,” l replied.
“I’m nobody’s slave, unlike you.”Bethy’s eyes flashed red now, signaling her anger. She raised her sword high, and advanced menacingly towards me.“Oh, you will be; you will be!”But I knew that would never happen; I knew it wasn’t to be, because I had made Hannah promise to destroy me before I could fall into their hands.We would either leave victorious, or we wouldn’t be leaving at all.Suddenly she charged at me, slashing at me with her sword. I was barely able to avoid the tip of her sharp blade as it seemed to sweep past me.Then, as I stepped back, I realized I really hadn’t avoided it entirely. A thin cut had appeared at my throat, and now blue blood began to drip from it, staining my white blouse.“I could have destroyed you right then,” Bethy said as she extended her fangs to their full length. She licked her purple-black frosted lips hungrily now at the sight and smell of my blood.“I missed on purpose. I don’t want this to be over too quickly, and besides, Master Cestus has ordered me to keep you alive, if possible. Well, what passes for alive for us, anyhow.”I shuddered involuntarily at her words.Now I realized that without Hannah by my side, I just might lose and actually be taken, rather than being destroyed.The fear of that, to be enslaved for all eternity with only poor little Vicky and the evil Bethy to keep me company and Cestus, Judith and Kris controlling our fate, almost made me lose control of my over-full bladder and wet my panties right then. I clamped my thighs tightly together and stood awkwardly with my knees meeting and feet apart as I raised my own blade in preparation for her next attack.At least now I had some idea of how fast and how accurate her blade would be, and I hoped that she wasn’t going to disobey her master’s command to not destroy me. I knew I was overmatched in this battle, and that it would take a miracle of some sort for meto beat her, but the fact that we were all here facing one another was already kind of a miracle, so I wouldn’t stop having faith that miracles did happen.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Hannah Oliveiros… so we meet again. I was actually happy to hear that you had escaped destruction after I left you crippled on that rooftop,” Mokolo said with a wry smile. “In the end, I was more curious to see what would become of you if you continued in your role as the Council’s executioner.”“And what do you see before you now? Does the picture fit the frame?” Hannah asked with a wry smile of her own.“Although you are no longer quite the shining beacon of purity you were when we first faced each other, you still seem to have conserved as much of your true nature as anyone in your situation possibly could,” he mused. “And how have you managed to accomplish this thing?”“Through the quality of mercy, and the awareness of karma.” Hannah replied. “Every action will have its cost, and extreme actions are the most extravagant of all. And so I only destroyed those whom I could not otherwise persuade to change their evil ways.”“Persuasive then you must be indeed, Hannah Oliveiros, for I sense very little evil within you,” the large black man said. “And yet here we stand again, facing each other as opponents for no real reason, except possibly the joy that comes with meeting a skilled and suitable adversary.”
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As my little sister River held up her card, Cestus laughed.They both held the King of Diamonds.“I suppose you think this is going to be easy,”she said. “Well, I’ll do my best to prove you wrong, you skinny creeper.”“I certainly hope so. At least, try not to be destroyed too soon; I’ve been looking forward to a real fight for so long,” the pale vampire replied, although he didn’t actually expect that the small thin girl facing him would give him too much trouble.She was even smaller than Bethy, and despite his rigorous training of her, Bethy had never once come even close to besting him in a sword fight.Then again, this was to be expected, for he had hundreds of years of experience in the hand behind his blade.“Don’t worry… like I said, I’ll do my best not to disappoint you.”
River spoke calmly, but it was a calm she didn’t truly feel; inside of her, a storm was raging. She would either redeem herself as a fighter for once and for all in this battle, or lose everything. It would be all or nothing, and for real this time.No title, no championship, no points, no audience and no applause. It would just be their two sabers meeting in the dim light of the Underground.
She took a deep breath and smiled now.“Will we be fighting using the match rules, then?” she asked quietly.“Rules?” Cestus laughed again.
“I’m sorry, but this isn’t a fencing competition, my dear girl. This match has the simplest of rules: do whatever it takes to win. And whichever one of us is still standing at the end will be the winner.”The tall pale vampire raised his sword in salute, and said, “EN GARDE!”, then quickly closed the distance between River and himself, attacking fiercely.River countered and riposted, every sense on full alert.Her adversary was fast, blindingly fast.She already could sense that she would need every bit of her skill, strength and cunning to win against this opponent.Cestus took two steps backwards and laughed yet again.“Well, I can see this is going to be even more fun than I had anticipated. You certainly do have some ability; the only question is, will it be enough?”“Only one way to find out, creeper!”This time, River went on the attack, her blade slicing through the air towards Cestus, who brought his own weapon into position to parry. As she pressed back against his sword, she realized that he was actually not all that much stronger than she was; this contest would be a true test of her fencing skill, since he wouldn’t try to win simply by overpowering her.It would be a fair fight, if nothing else.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
Dearest friends, fans and fiends, it has been awhile, i know...
but finally, here is the next bit of the story:
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 51 bis)
MATCH POINT (cont'd.)Seattle Underground, present day(sound track: Tooth And Claw, by Animals As Leaders)
The two of them were circling each other once again, only this time both of them with swords in hand. Lucifer was armed with a traditional Congolese short sword about 18 inches long, while Hannah held her favourite hybrid katana in her hands. It was ninja style in size, the blade being about 24 inches long but, unlike the typical ninja’s weapon, her sword was made from the finest grade of steel, perfectly balanced, tempered and honed by the master Hattori Hanzo himself.Circling around and around, each one searching for an opening, for a sign of weakness or vulnerability, and finding none.In their previous battle, fist against fist, the huge black vampire had had the advantage, but in this meeting, Hannah felt confident that she would stand a good chance of victory.The larger man’s reach had been at least somewhat neutralized by her longer sword, and this time power would not count as much as precision.The feel of the hilt of her katana in her hands was familiar and comforting to her. She and the blade she had dubbed Sakura had been here so many times before, and together they had always emerged victorious, if not unscarred.Lucifer took a quick step in towards her, his sword in position for a slashing attack to the body.Hannah had remembered how fast he could move despite his apparent bulk, and had already taken two rapid paces backwards in order to keep distance between them and brought her blade up and then down to block and parry his strike before moving backwards yet again.She had already decided to begin her match on the defensive, being unaware of her opponent’s abilities with a sword. Since she knew from their previous meeting that she was the faster of the two of them, she hoped that her slightly superior speed would be enough to keep her out of harm’s way while she took his measure as a swordsman. Then she would be able to plan her attack based on what she had observed.“Hannah Oliveiros, you remain as fast as lightning and as elusive as a wisp of smoke. Never have I taken so much pleasure in fighting anyone as I do when you are facing me,” Lucifer said with a huge smile on his face.This is still just a game for him, Hannah thought.But if I lose, we may well lose both Vicky and Cool this time, and for good. Knowing Judith even as little as I do, I’m sure she won’t be showing us any mercy if we’re defeated.As she thought that, she looked over in my direction, and saw what was happening to me.Bethy’s repeated strikes were weakening me, my lifeblood oozing from so many cuts, and unfortunately my overwhelmingly desperate urge to pee was now weakening me even further.I could sense what Hannah was thinking; she was worried about me, and her worry was clouding her mind, keeping her from focusing on the task in front of her.Maybe if we could move out of sight, she would be able to concentrate better. This was so totally unlike her.It was then that I realized why she had always kept me far away from her when she was working her enforcer gig. I realized what the problem was for her.It was me; I was the weak link and, ironically, her love for me and her concern for my survival could prove to be her undoing.Lucifer was totally focused, however. He was looking right into Hannah’s eyes the whole time, and when he saw her glance sideways in my direction, he realized that he had found the one chink in her armour.The black vampire circled around, his eyes fixed on hers, now only waiting for the moment her attention would waver yet again.I hadn’t been able to force Bethy to move away down one of the other passageways. In fact, I was barely able to maintain my own position, and so we were in plain view as we continued to fight.Lucifer saw her eyes move away from his one more time and without hesitation, he seized the opportunity that had presented itself, moving in rapidly and ensnaring her blade, then grabbing her hands and bringing his weapon up towards her head.He stopped just shy of chopping into her neck, but it was clear that he had won the match and Hannah lsank to her knees before him, conceding defeat.Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, OMHG.“I will not ask you to surrender, Hannah Oliveiros, for I know that to do so is not in your nature. And yet you have forced me to consider the nature of the quality of mercy, that one last bit of human existence you still cling to,” he said.“Once again, I am faced with the same dilemma: to destroy you now would be to lose the very essence of myself. Nor do I have any desire to do so… but I have meditated upon this question for a long time since our last meeting, and I believe I have truly come upon a solution that will work for the both of us.”He continued, “It seems to me that our destinies are inextricably entwined. Therefore, I suggest that we join forces now.”“What do you mean, ‘join forces’?” Hannah said. “Even though you have beaten me, I will still never willingly join in doing evil; I would be destroyed first.”“Hannah Oliveiros, I expected no other answer from you. If Judith wins the challenge, I’m afraid your fate will be in her hands,” Mokolo said sadly, “but if your clan does emerge victorious, what I suggest is this: I will become your ‘dark side’.”He said this laughing at his own pun as Hannah looked at him quizzically.“You, my dear girl, will be able to continue to be the persuasive diplomat that you are. However, if your powers of persuasion fail to convince their intended target, I shall act again as executioner just as I once did a long time ago.”Being as I am already fully consumed by evil, the required destruction of evil vampires cannot alter my nature any further, and yet by doing these acts in a good cause, I may just attain my soul's salvation after all.”The black giant now lowered his sword and offered Hannah his hand to help her rise from the ground.“A paradox I have long meditated upon myself while pondering the fate that destiny has thrust upon us both,” Hannah said quietly.“So this is acceptable to you, then?” Mokolo asked.“More than acceptable,” she replied. “It seems that our fates are inextricably entwined indeed, for you may have just found the only way out from the real dilemma of this job for the both of us. But only time will tell, my friend.”“Time… that is one thing we have in abundance,” Mokolo said with a laugh.“It has been many long years since anyone called me ‘friend’, but I look forward to being that to you now, and for many long years still to come.”Hannah smiled broadly and took his offered hand as the huge black vampire lifted her up off of the ground and set her back on her feet as easily as if she had been a child’s doll.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Petra had drawn the Queen of Diamonds, and Judith held the matching card in her hand.“And so we meet again,” Petra said. “It’s been a long time since Porte de Vanves.”“For you, possibly,” Judith said. “But I remember it as if it were only yesterday… you in your lovely black lace underwear, tied tightly to that chair and squirming with desperation, aching for sweet release… oh, my, I’ll never forget how we all felt that night; it was truly something special, my dear.”Petra couldn’t help herself; her pretty face blushed bright red with the memory of that day which had become a defining moment in her existence, setting her on the course that had finally brought her to this place, this time and this battle.“I had hoped that you would join us willingly then; you seemed to enjoy yourself so much,” Judith said with a laugh. “But your sister made a deal with us that she wouldn’t resist or try to escape if we let you and your brother go that day, so I had to let you go then, but I don’t think I will this time. We’ll have the submissive ones, Vicky and Erica, for the show, but I think I’ll keep you as my own personal plaything.”She smiled evilly now.“The fact that you won’t enjoy it so much will make it all the better… for me, at least.”“Well, in order for that to happen, you’ll have to win me first, won’t you then?”Petra raised her katana high and smiled grimly._________________________________________________________________________(sound track: The Epilogue, by Crosses)
Vicky looked at Kris from across the short distance separating them. The small red headed vampire was grinning evilly again, a look Vicky had seen countless times before when she had been under her control, and had been helpless to prevent what would follow.This time was different, though. This time they would meet as equals, each of them with a sword in hand.Vicky was determined to win this fight; she already knew what fate awaited her if the clan lost this challenge. She had to win, for her own sake, and for Cool’s.The alternative was just too horrible to contemplate.As Kris rushed at Vicky, she had just enough time to block the vicious sword strike the red headed vampire had made towards her head. She turned around as quickly as possible, swinging her own blade with the momentum gathered from her rotation.Kris grunted with the effort of her parry, and then drove Vicky back down the passageway as she pressed up hard against her. Advantage, Kris.The two of them disappeared out of sight, fading into the distance.Now the sound of the clash of their katana in the darkness was receding from my ears as they worked their way down the narrow corridor between the old storefronts and the stonework that held back the dirt that had filled the streets to raise them to their new ground level in the 1880s.
At least for the moment, it looked as if Vicky was somehow managing to hold her own against the evil little vampire’s onslaught, albeit with great difficulty.She blocked and parried as skillfully as she could, but Kris was both stronger and more skilled than she was with the sword. All she could do was keep on fighting, and hope for a lucky break at some point.But that was not to be, unfortunately.Kris was determined not only win this match but to make her opponent pay for the humiliation she had suffered during the rescue at Porte de Vanves.
And now she would have her revenge. As the girl facing her began to tire, Kris smiled yet again as she started to land strike after strike.The uneven match continued on in the darkness, with Vicky hanging on valiantly but fighting a losing battle, her energy depleted from fatigue and loss of blood.Kris was simply punishing Vicky now with every swing of her sword, cutting and slicing into her, fangs extended in anticipation of tasting both blood and triumph.Finally, she backed away to take in the sight of her opponent now. This was all but over, that much was clear.With the last iota of will remaining to her, Vicky raised her katana again, but it was obvious to the both of them that she had no strength left.Kris smiled that all too familiar evil grin at Vicky as she gestured for her to move forward and engage once more, and the weakened and bloodied girl staggered towards her as if in a daze. As she tried to swing her sword, Vicky fell forward and collapsed with exhaustion as Kris stepped on her katana and snapped it in half, then grabbed a large handful of her hair and pulled her head back violently as she stood over her laughing.“Sorry, sweetie, but you lose. Your little butt is mine now!”She let go of Victoria’s hair and then sheathed her katana before rubbing her small hands together, gleefully anticipating her next torture session with Vicky as the victim.Even in defeat, Vicky was still defiant now, though.“You may have won this fight, but that doesn’t mean your side has won the challenge yet,” she said quietly.“We’ll just have to wait and see who really ends up on the bottom this time.”-------------------------------------------
Judith raised her sword, assuming Jodan position with the blade above her head parallel to the ground. Petra’s hands were light on the hilt of her katana as she stepped forward with her left foot, moving quickly into Ahso, her weapon positioned vertically on the right side of her head. Both of them now waited for the other to make the first move. “Well, aren’t you just full of surprises?” Judith said with a smile, as she moved backwards and pivoted in Zango. “Beauty, brains, and sword skills too…”“Oh, will you just shut up and fight, bitch?”“My, my,” Judith replied mockingly. “I can see we’ll have to spend some time working on your manners, though. They don’t seem to have improved very much since the last time we met.” Petra laughed as she now moved into Chudan position with the sword extended in front of her.“Not the first time I’ve heard that one, love. Well, not to worry; I have a lot of time ahead of me now; you see, I’ve become one of you.”Suddenly Petra let out a loud kiyai scream as she charged at Judith, her katana already moving in an arc towards her adversary. Judith easily blocked the blow, then continued in towards her in a single fluid motion with a kote strike attempt as Petra quickly brought her own blade back into position to parry.“So I see,” Judith said as she raised an eyebrow.She stepped backwards and pivoted again.“Then I suppose there’s no reason to go easy on you, is there?”This time, Judith attacked first from Jodan. Petra was shocked at the blazing speed of her movement, but was still able to parry with an upwards sliding motion which carried Judith’s sword back up away from her head.The fight went on for some time with neither of them able to gain a clear advantage; they were too evenly matched in terms of both strength and skill.Finally Judith stepped back and smiled mysteriously as she lowered her sword.“Well, this has been a bit of fun, but I’m growing bored now. I think it’s time to end this, my sweet slave.”Her dark eyes flashed red as she looked directly into Petra’s, and she said only one word: “Surrender.”Petra suddenly felt her katana become very heavy, and despite herself, she lowered it to her side and then knelt at Judith’s feet, her head bowed down.“You see, you’ve actually been mine ever since Porte de Vanves, my dear. While you were unconscious, I was busy implanting some hypnotic suggestions very deep inside your mind, and I’ve just triggered them,” Judith said almost tenderly. “You have no choice but to obey me now.”Once again, tears streamed down Petra’s face as she realized she had not only lost the fight, but her free will as well.---------------------------------------------------------------River had become that possessed demon, the one she became whenever she had a sabre in her hands. She was pressing Cestus wickedly, and despite his own considerable skill with the sword, it was obvious that he had his hands full at the moment.Peter and Kat were sitting on the ground with the two slave vampires, and they were all watching the fights intently, knowing that their collective future would be determined by the final outcome, but unable to influence it in any way now.Cestus and River fought their way down another narrow corridor and out of my sight for the moment as the others rose and followed them.
I wasn't really surprised; they had probably already given up any expectation of me winning my match.Now I needed to focus on my own battle.Bethy may have been forbidden to attempt to destroy me, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t cause me a lot of pain on her way to winning the fight, or destroy me ‘by accident’ as it were, and despite my best efforts to defend myself, she was landing strike after strike, each one a slash that caused me to bleed but not incapacitate me.She really was trying to draw this out as long as possible and cause me the maximum of pain in the process, knowing that my regenerative ability would keep these injuries from becoming any permanent disability. And I was feeling pain, pain the likes of which I hadn’t felt for a very long time.The last time I had felt pain like this had been after I had teleported the crippled Hannah and myself off of the warehouse rooftop down below to safety.That time, the pain had been sudden, massive and intense, my entire body feeling seared as if I’d been burned at the stake like a Salem witch.Now, I was feeling the torture of a thousand cuts, none enough to be of much account individually, but taken all together, OMHG…I was bleeding out now, weakening to the point where I could barely hold up my sword. The effort of fighting and the blood loss had exhausted me, drained me of almost every last bit of energy, and I had no time to recover.Bethy lifted her sword threateningly, and then she smiled at me again.“Ready to surrender yet, ‘sis’? I think you should know by now you can’t beat me in this fight.”If I were to surrender to her now, my only real hope for survival would be her obedience to her master’s command.Hannah had been defeated and would not be able to give me deliverance, and so just like the last time with Brad all those years ago, I would have to find my own way out of this dilemma.Just like the last time.Suddenly, it was as if time had slowed down.They say that when you’re dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes.Well, I wasn’t dying, just faced with the alternatives of my destruction or an eternal enslavement, but I guess it was enough to trigger something in me, and in that moment all sorts of mental connections started to click: my physics professor’s ‘Everything is vibration at the most basic level’ lecture, Hannah’s strange gift of vampire existence with its speed and strength and stamina, the sound of Trane’s horn, the touch of his hand on mine transferring something magical to me, my practice regimen on the sax, and Kat’s training.Suddenly I felt something, something very strange, considering the circumstances… acceptance.Just that; acceptance… I felt myself accepting any and all possible outcomes to this battle. For just this moment, I was free of the past and of the future.I could feel myself at peace and in tune with the vibration of the universe now, and I focused every last bit of energy I had in me on one last strike, and then unleashed it. It would be all or nothing on this one blow.It may be an old cliché, but my katana was truly like lightning as it flashed in the darkness towards the girl facing me, and although she brought her own weapon into position to block my blade, the force of my strike shattered her sword and knocked her to the ground where she now lay in a dazed heap.I quickly moved to stand over her and brought the point of my sword to her throat.I had won, oh heavenly goddess… I had won!“Surrender now, or be destroyed!” I said to her as she slowly came to her senses.
She looked up at me, and all of the fight seemed to drain out of her eyes; it was as if she had become a helpless little girl now.She had even wet her panties when I had knocked her unconscious, even though I thought I was the only one who really had to pee. I could see a puddle of clear pale yellow liquid forming beneath her bottom as she sat up, and I had to suppress a little giggle.‘I… I surrender…” she gasped.I extended my hand, and she took it.“We can still be sisters if you wish now, as long as you’re willing to accept our terms,” I said with a smile as I pulled her up.“I don’t think I have much choice in the matter, do I? As long as your side wins…” she added under her breath as I led her towards the sound of clashing swords, in the direction River and Cestus had taken.<TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/ |
SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (PT. 52)TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS EPILOGUE: Cannes, one year later...(sound track: The Senate, by Foley with Miles Davis)
The band was vamping hard, Miles just listening and enjoying the sound of his latest ensemble, especially his newest recruit, lead bassist Foley.Hannah was obviously digging it, and so was I. It was everything that Frosty and the Snowmen had tried to be, and more. Perfect.
Well, almost perfect. There wasn’t going to be any wetting up on stage, but as desperate as Hannah had me at the moment, I had a feeling I might just take care of that from the audience side this time.I was squirming and trying to keep my mini in place as it rose inexorably up my bare smooth thighs to expose the tiny triangle of my black satin panties. Yeah, once again I had let Hannah convince me to wear a miniskirt and heels; what can I say? It was Cannes, it was the Film Festival, and in any case I never could say no to her, even if I had wanted to.Petra was sitting at a table up front along with her brother, Kat and little sister Vicky.
I smiled to myself; Petra and Vicky were both showing the telltale signs of a desperate holding session, the two of them squirming quite seductively in their chairs. They had a special guest with them as well: Dr. Perry.They had all decided to return the good doctor’s kindness to Petra with a very special gift, and now he too was one of us. “Well, I guess you believe my story now, don’t you, Doctor?” Petra asked with a smile on her lovely lips.“To tell you the truth, Petra, I always knew that you believed what you were saying was the truth, but I’m relieved to know that it was actually all true all along," Doctor Perry answered, adjusting his spectacles on his nose. "Disturbed, slightly, but relieved nonetheless.”“Don’t you worry about it, Doc,” Peter said, smiling.“You’ve got plenty of time now to get used to the idea.”
Kat grinned as he said this and took his hand, squeezing it gently.
“All the time in the world,” she said softly.The black giant sitting at a corner table all by himself gestured to another figure across the room, and as she approached and removed the black leather mask covering her face, I recognized her.It was Bethy; she was wearing a tight black lycra top, a short black leather skirt, a pair of sheer black tights and very high black leather stiletto heels. As she came up to his table, Mokolo quickly slipped his hand up under her short miniskirt and in between her legs. She tried to pull away, but the large man only laughed and held her more firmly.“Don’t be concerned or embarrassed, my dear girl,” he said with a smile on his broad black face. “There’s not enough there to make any difference to me in any case. What time do you finish your shift?””Bethy smiled coyly at him now, having finally found a new master to serve.
“I’ll be done before daybreak.”“Just remember, you still work for me, sweetie,” River said to her with a cold smile. “Well then, we’d better get back to it, hadn’t we?” Bethy replied before they both headed towards the stage.
River paused for a brief moment to give Vicky a much warmer smile, and touched her hand tenderly before moving off again.
A few moments later, the blood red velvet curtain parted, and there was my little sister at the center of the small pool of light, wearing a black velvet tuxedo, a frilly low cut white satin blouse, and a pair of black patent leather pumps with high stiletto heels. She gestured towards the band stand, and the music stopped.“Welcome, Mesdames et Messieurs, to the Nouveau Petit Bal des Vampires,” River announced.“As ever, we remain committed to providing only the finest show in order to amuse and entertain you all. And so, without further delay, I give you our latest attraction: Judith and Kris, along with the dare I say incomparable Bethy!”The mixed crowd of hungry vampires and jaded humans let out a murmur of approval as the blood red velvet curtain behind her parted. “I can’t wait for this shift to be over, J.,” Diana said, balancing her serving tray on her hip. ”My feet are killing me; these heels are torture!”“It could be worse,” Janet replied. “That could still be us up there, remember?” She gestured towards the stage where Judith and Kris were trussed up in an intricate shibari tie and joined in the infinite pee loop, with Judith above and Kris below, their bladders swollen almost to the bursting point with urine and their urethrae blocked with catheters which were about to be released. Neither of them looked very happy at the moment.
Bethy had put her mask back on, and was now poised with her wooden paddle at the ready. “True that!” Diana said with a smile.“Under new management,” I said to Hannah, grinning widely. “I like this place a whole lot better nowadays!” As she stepped off of the stage and made her way over towards our tables, River smiled at us. “Those two will be working out their penance for past actions with us for some time to come. And in the meantime, they can just feed off of each other's negative energy,” she said with a cruel laugh as she looked back over her shoulder at the trio onstage.“I think we can safely say that we’ll be back every so often to see the show now, even if only to check on their continued progress,” Hannah replied with a laugh of her own. “But in the end, even they shall be redeemed.”And so the wheel of karma turns, and sometimes things actually do change for the better.
Even what seems like a bad thing at the time may eventually turn out to have a good consequence in the long run, especially if you live long enough to see it.And sometimes, even vampires get to have a happy ending…<THE END> |
Hey! This is my first post so give me a break Okay? I'm sorry if it's bad.
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Melody woke up with her sister,Harmony, screaming in her ear.
"COME ON WE ARE LATE!!!!!"
Melody groggily got out of bed and put on a baby pink bra on for her feminine breasts. She threw on a pink music note tee, a jean miniskirt, and tennis shoes. She poured a glass of milk and gulped it down before running out of the house. She looked at her sister to see the rush. Harmony had on a white tube top with a red tie tied loosely around her neck, a mini skirt that was black, and black sandels. Her black with pink streaked hair was tied in a long braid and her backpack was hung on her left shoulder.
Melody rolled her eyes. Her sister was showing off her legs again!She is really desperate for a boyfriend. Oh, yeah! Melody remembered the rush, school. She had a big chemistry test today too! Ugh! As they waited for the bus Melody noticed Harmony looked fidgety. She had to feel the need to pee. In fact Melody could feel the need to pee begin in her bladder too. Oh,well. She could wait until she was at school. The bus arrived shortly and the two girls got on the bus.
The only seats left were in the very back.The bumpiest part of the bus. They took their seat and the bus began the trip to the next bus stop. Melody looked over at Harmony. She had her thighs clasped together and was squirming a bit. No one else noticed except for the boy in front of them. "Um Miss are you Okay?" he quietly asked. Melody recognized him. His name was Smokescreen but everyone calls him Smokey.
"Y-Yes I-I am certainly fine" Harmony stammered.
"Hey you look lonely in that seat up there. Come sit with us." Smokescreen beamed."Really? Umm, Okay!"
They were about halfway there when Harmony put her hand in her crotch. She squirmed a little more.Smokey was acting like her didn't notice but he was staring right at her. Her skirt rode up a bit so that you could see a little bit of her pure white panties. She looked around and no one was staring at her.Smokey pushed his grayish black hair out of his eyes. He looked away into the trees outside and after Harmony's eyes went down so did Smokescreen's. His eyes were glued to her crotch watching her desperation. Her hands slipped into her panties and Melody knew what she was doing. Stopping the pee with her finger tips.
Harmony's skirt was ridden up so much you could see all of her panties. You could see her lower abdomen shape and her hand blocking the urine with her finger-tips. Smokescreen looked like he was in heaven. Every once in a while he would look away, but then he would go back to looking at her crotch.
Melody was watching the two with interest. They make a cute couple!Oh well....that's a later issue.
Harmony kept squirming. She was behind a seat so she got up and did a little pee-pee dance behind the seat.She sat back down and did the finger-stop thing.She groaned with pain. Her bladder is weaker than the normal bladder so she had to pee(and had accidents) more often.
"Oh, I can not take this Melody!"she whispered holding her crotch harder.
"Really?I can't tell" Melody said sarcastically.
"No really!I'm thinking about peeing here right in the bus!"
"What?!No There there is a boy right there!"
"I don't care!He's already learned abut it in science anyways!" That was true they did a unit about that last semester. EVERYONE knew about EVERYTHING!
"I guess that is true....but you still shouldn't do it!"
"I don't care and I will!"
Went into the corner right beside Smokescreen and squatted down.
"Are you....going to pee?" He ask almost eagerly.
"Yes. I am in need of a bathroom. I cannot wait. It's this or pee myself."
"Can....Can I watch?"
"Sure...Oh!And make sure no one sees!"
Smokescreen nodded and squatted down in front of her so no one could see her parts.They had 30 minutes left on the bus rid left so Harmony had enough time.
Harmony obviously had to pee really,really bad. She pulled down her panties which had a little wet spot on it. Then a small drop hit the floor. The bus was so loud no one could hear.Then the small drop turned into a small trickle of pee. It hit the floor with a quiet splash. Then the trickle turned into a stream. Then the stream was like a waterfall not being able to stop. The pee sprayed from her vagina and hit the floor with a small splish and made the small puddle even larger. Smokey's eyes widened as he say the waterfall of urine.
10 seconds later and she was still peeing at full force. Smokey grinned as the pee puddle barely touched his shoes. He took his index finger and dipped it in the urine. He sniffed it, and it smelled like water. He licked it. Tasteless. He looked and saw Melody was blocking them so know one could see them.
Harmony had her eyes closed when her eyes short open when she felt something around her vagina.
She looked down and saw Smokey with his mouth by her vagina drinking her urine. It was just his hormones acting up. He glanced up and instantly took his mouth away.
"Umm...sorry Harmony" "It's Okay Smokey.I forgive you"
10 seconds later and the pee stream slowly started to shrink. She pulled her panties up and the last few squirts of pee landed on her underwear. She sat down and had a small smile on her face.
" That," Smokey said," Was the sexiest thing I have ever seen" The bus stopped. They exited the bus and went to their destination's like nothing happened.
End of Chapter One
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It was a normal day for me, hanging out with my best friend, Patrick, whom I happened to be in love with. He was adorable; short, tan, and really hairy. He had fluffy brown hair atop his thick skull and gorgeous brown eyes hidden behind his glasses. Braces shielded his teeth, and he was skinny as a twig. Okay, so he's no Adonis, but he was mine and I loved him. Well, he wasn't really mine, but we were so close, that I thought of him as mine.
Recently, though, Patrick had been acting differently. He, for some reason, believed he was a werewolf. It was weird, but it was kind of sexy. Patrick and I were just sitting on the couch watching TV. I put my head in his lap, and he played with my hair. (Could you believe we weren't even going out yet?) Sleepily, I turned over in his lap, and he whimpered. "What was that?" I asked with a laugh.
"Sorry," he said in his nasally voice. "You brushed against a sensitive area."
"Oh," I blushed. "Sorry."
He smiled his adorable brace-y smile. "No, no, it's fine." He continued to play with my hair as we watched whatever show was on TV. I don't think either of us were paying any particular attention to the television.
Patrick gently pushed my head up. I sat up at once. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I gotta pee," he chuckled. He got up to go to the bathroom.
"Wait," I said. He stopped and turned back around. "What?" he asked.
"You're a wolf, right?"
"Yeah..."
"And wolves pee outside right?"
"Nick, I'm not gonna pee outside."
"Fine, then I don't believe you're actually a werewolf. I won't believe you're a wolf until I see you pee like a wolf."
He sighed. He knew he wanted me to believe he was a werewolf, even if he really wasn't. I think it was just a game he was playing, roleplaying that he was a wolf. It was kinda fun, especially if it let me see him pee. I followed Patrick out into the backyard. We went into the back alley to the side of my house, where our privacy fence and the side of the house with no windows made an enclosure that made it fairly private. Patrick unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. This was the moment of truth; I was finally going to see Patrick's dick. He pulled out his soft, cut cock out of his tighty-whiteys and immediately, the golden nectar started flowing out. My own cock immediately stood at attention, pressing for release in my jeans. Patrick howled with relief, literally (he was a wolf, right?), and I couldn't take it anymore. I went behind Patrick and wrapped my arms around his waist, slowly and softly gliding my fingers over Patrick's dick. Patrick made a whimpering sound and his legs bobbed. "Ohh, Nick," he moaned. I fondled his hardening cock and kissed him on the lips from behind him. He closed his eyes and embraced the kiss. Patrick shoved his tongue in my mouth, and I did the same to him, carefully as to not get caught in his braces. Finally he broke the kiss. pee had stopped flowing due to his hardened member. He turned to face me and said, "Nick, I love you more than anything."
"Then prove it to me," I said.
"How?"
"How do wolves mark their territory?"
He seemed to understand. He stood directly in front of me, closed his eyes, and relaxed. The yellow fluid erupted out of his 5 and a half inch hardened member, and splashed me, soaking me with his warm, wet pee. It soaked through my clothes, turning me on even more. I got down on my knees and took his member into my mouth. He wasn't the biggest, but I didn't care; I loved him anyway. His golden nectar slid down my throat, caressing my tastebuds. I grabbed his ass and started deepthroating him. Patrick howled again, and started thrusting into my mouth.
I pulled my mouth off of his cock, and his stream continued, splashing me in the face. "Mark me, now, Nick," he said. "Make me yours and only yours." He lied down on the ground, and I pulled out my 7-inch cut cock. My erection made it really hard to pee, but I was desperate after seeing Patrick pee, so it only took a few seconds before my stream pulsed out, and arched over, splashing him in the face. He opened his mouth and I directed my hot water gun into his mouth, splashing on his tongue. Patrick started panting, and I directed my dick over his shirt, and over his crotch, soaking his cock in my pee. He moaned, which was a strangely human sound compared to what I was used to. Eventually my stream faded, but my boner didn't. He stood up, and I placed my cock at his entrance. "Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded in response, and I slowly slid my cock into his asshole; he screamed in both pain and ecstasy.
"Ohhh, Nick!" he moaned. "I love you."
I kissed the back of his head, inhaling his unique aroma. "I love you, too, buddy." My thrusting motions became more and more uneven as I approached my climax. Patrick started pumping his cock in his hand, and his panting became quicker and quicker, and finally, magic words were shouted in unison, "I'M CUMMING."
I shot my love juice inside his canal, and his boat sprung a leak as well, simultaneously. Patrick howled so loud I thought the neighbors would call animal control. With my cock still deep inside him, we both collapsed onto the grass, and caught our breath.
"Patrick," I said between breaths. "That...was amazing."
"I know." He pulled off of my cock, and turned around, snuggling up into my arms. We lied there for a while, drenched in pee and cum, completely stark naked. "I love you," he told me as he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I returned the kiss on his lips and we shared a passionate embrace. We lay there for a long time, just cuddling, until we decided to finally go inside and take a shower together.
Edited May 27, 2013 by peefreak1
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I spent all of last weekend watching both seasons of Black Butler, and I immediately had to write fanfiction, I like Aberline as more of a fatherly influence on ciel, not yaoi, though. They're cute. Hope you enjoy it :)
"For the murder of three men and four women…"
"Under arrest…."
"In the name of Queen Victoria…"
Ciel froze at these words. The very indignity…the humiliation….how dare he….
"You must be joking." The young boy scoffed, as if his arrest was simply a piece of gossip passed on around the streets.
"I'm afraid not. Earl of Phantomhive, you shall be held in a cell until your trial or until you are willing to confess. You butler, however, will be tortured for information." Randall stated.
"Sir, I don't think that's necessary." Aberline protested. "He's just a boy of twelve, I seriously doubt that a mere child could have done such a thing."
Even Ciel had to laugh at that. "Mere child….Fool, such innocence and vulnerability is pathetic. I am no child."
Fred looked at the small boy in surprise. "But…"
"Obviously he himself did not commit the crime. He most likely sent his butler or another one of his pawns." Randall sneered. "The brat. Guards! Seize them both!"
Sebastian, who had been listening curiously, glanced down at his master in slight amusement. "Your orders, milord?"
"Just go along with it for now. No need to cause any more trouble than is worth my time." Ciel stated. "I will summon you when you are needed."
"As you wish, young master." Sebastian nodded and allowed himself to be taken away in shackles. He glanced back over his shoulder as the same was done to Ciel. "Good evening, my lord." He murmured.
Ciel was led to his cell, and to his utter disgust, he found himself standing in the middle of the commoners cells. What the hell? Where was his cozy and only slightly inconvenient cell that he had been put in the first time he had been arrested by these idiots? With a small noise of distaste, he turned and looked over at Randall. "I refuse to stay in such a horrid place." He stated. "I demand a noble's cell."
"Sorry, the cell's dirty and our maids won't be coming 'til morning." Randall said sarcastically. He opened a cell and removed the shackles before sending the boy sprawling inside the cell onto the filthy floor with a rough shove to his back.
"This is an outrage!" Ciel roared furiously. He had lost his top hat and his clothes were now rather dirty. "I demand to be removed from this vile place at once!"
"Stop your tantruming, you spoiled brat." Randall retorted in irritation. "Being the Queen's guard dog doesn't but you above the law. We're still in control here."
Ciel practically growled at him, his eyes blazing. "You despicable, fowl, loathsome-."
"Enough! Another word and I will have to silence you myself." Randall warned.
Aberline's eyes widened in alarm. "Sir! Truly you don't mean you would hit a child…"
"Shut up! I am no child! Children are weak, scared, emotional creatures…not to mention filthy." Ciel protested. "No, I can guarantee that there are no children here. This is a battle amongst men."
"Mind yourself, Alberline." The commissioner warned. "This boy is much more trouble than he's worth." Locking the cell, Randall gestured for the others to follow, leaving Ciel all by himself in the dark cage with the two other rancid prisoners that occupied it. Fred cast one last nervous look at the cell before obediently following Randall out of the dark, damp place.
It hadn't been twenty minutes when a loud howl reached the ears of Randall and his men. "It came from the cells!" Fred gasped. He knew it. He shouldn't have left Ciel alone. He was just a child no matter what anybody else said. No matter what Ciel said. Before Randall could even bark at him to stop, the young man found himself fleeing down the steps into the cells.
"Let go of me!"
Fred jumped, startled a bit by the sharpness and ferocity of the command. Was that Ciel? It had to be. There were no women in these cells and no grown man had such youthful voice. Jeers quickly filled the room, echoing off of stone walls. Taunts found their way into Fred's ears and he frantically surveyed the cells to figure out what they were causing such a ruckus about.
The filthy men in the far back cell had Ciel pressed firmly against the wall, their grubby hands staining his fine blue outfit even more than it already was. The boy looked anything but scared. In fact he looked obviously livid, as if insulted by such an indignity. That was, until one of the men brought their scrawny, branchy arm up Ciel's thigh, feeling the soft delicateness of his youthful skin.
The boy let out a shocked gasp, as if unaware that the men would dare go as far as to touch him so privately. Now there was but a single thread of concern weaved into his expression. As the man's scraggly fingers worked their way into the waistband of his trousers, Ciel's single blue eye widened and he squirmed against their hold. "Seba-!"
"STOP!"
Ciel turned to find Alberine sprinting towards the cell and let out a small sigh of relief. He watched as the two prisoners released their grips on his small arms and waist when Fred whipped out his gun. "Get away from him now! Back of the cell!" The man ordered sharply, and staring straight at the barrel of the gun, the men eagerly obliged. "Come here, Ciel. You're alright now." He stated as he sorted through keys until he found the right one. He rushed to unlock the cell door and once Ciel was out, secured the lock once more.
"Whoever said I wasn't alright before?" The young boy asked. His snobbish façade had returned.
"Idiot! They just about had their way with you!" Fred scowled in frustration.
"And let them soil the Phantomhive name by doing such a thing? I should think not." Ciel scoffed. "I have no time for perverts like those. I demand to be given proper accommodations."
Fred sighed and shook his head. The boy was stubborn as a mule. However, he knew that he simply could not leave the young earl down in the cells with such monsters. Randall's blessing or no, he was going to make sure that Ciel was safe. "Alright, come on." He sighed, leading Ciel up the stairs by his wrist.
"Unhand me!" Ciel ordered. "I am not some disobedient youth that you may drag around like a dog!"
"You are the Queen's dog, are you not?" Fred murmured in retort as he led Ciel to the noble's cell and gently herded him inside. "I offered to stand watch tonight, so if you need
anything, don't hesitate to call." He caught Ciel's eye roll before turning around and walking back to the other men.
"You are too naïve sometimes, Alberine." Randall scolded. "He could have escaped."
"Or he could have been molested." Fred replied firmly. "Neither are ideal, but if we are going to question the boy, I'd prefer to not steal his innocence in the process."
Randall laughed at that. "Innocence? Quite humorous indeed. The Earl of Phantomhive was born without innocence. He is a creature of darkness."
Fred sighed and took a seat at his desk. "I don't care what he is. Children are children. They all get scared and lost and alone sometimes."
"Well you let me know when that happens." Randall replied. "I'd love to alert the press."
The jail was rather quiet now. Much of the police, including Randall had gone home to their families and a majority of the prisoners were asleep. That included Ciel. Fearing for his safety, Fred remained on patrol with the other guards, if not to simply put his own worrisome mind to rest. There was something curious about that boy. Fred couldn't quite place it, but he knew something was off. He pondered these notions as he paced down the dark hall, his shoes clacking against the tiles of the floor. A small gasp echoed against the walls and Fred suddenly froze in his tracks. He didn't dare move a muscle, afraid that if he made even the slightest sound, the noise would disappear, never to be heard again. Another noise of distress just barely made its way to his ears and he took off running towards Ciel's holding cell immediately. He didn't know for sure if it was really him, but it didn't matter. He was here to keep the boy safe.
"Ciel?" He whispered as he quietly approached the noble's cell. From the light of the moon that streamed in through the window of the confinement, Fred could make out the tiny figure curled into a shuddering ball with his knees pressed tightly to his chest. His long, charcoal bangs fell into his eyes, keeping them from view, but the moon's light seemed to betray Ciel that night, reflecting off of the tear tracks that stained and ripped through the boy's mask.
"Ciel!" Fred gasped a little louder. "Are you alright?" He hurriedly pulled out his keys and unlocked the cell door.
The young earl's head lifted in mortified surprise as he watched the man approach him. "Get away from me!" He ordered, but the shakiness of his tears made his normally strong voice crumble and collapse.
"Ciel, please let me help you. You can always trust me." The young man promised.
"No. Leave my cell at once and don't come back." Ciel ordered him. His face was a flaming red and his eyes were squeezed shut, as if he was desperately trying to wake up from a bad dream. He shifted in his spot and Fred's eyes glanced down suspiciously. "Well? Why aren't you leaving?" A rough voice asked.
Fred remained silent. He turned to leave, but instead ripped the covers from Ciel's bed. The filtering moonlight left the boy completely exposed, along with the large dark stain on the sheets that surrounded Ciel. The moment he saw it, Fred's expression softened into pity for the child who's tears, though silent, were as fierce and violent as any distraught child's.
"Oh, Ciel. Don't cry, we can fix this."
"Get out of my cell!" Ciel roared, striking Fred across the face. "That is an order!"
"I am sorry, Ciel, but I do not answer to you." He said monotonously. He kneeled down on one knee so that he was level with the young boy. "I know you are feeling ashamed and embarrassed, but it is nothing to be upset about. Many children wet the bed. It is very common." His voice came out calm and soothing, or at least he hoped it did.
Ciel scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest, but averted his eyes from the man. "I am no child." He muttered. His eyes vibrated and shone in the lighted shadows. He was obviously holding back his tears.
Fred sighed. "I understand. At least allow me to help you clean up?"
In the end, Ciel allowed him to do that much and soon his soiled sheets were replaced with fresh, clean ones. Fred then brought in a pitcher of water, a basin, and a cloth for Ciel to wash up in, though by the look of frustration on his face, he had obviously never done such a chore on his own. Fred approached him once more. "Ciel, I know that you are an adult, but there is nobody here but us. Just this once, allow yourself to be a child? Just once?" He goaded as he wet the cloth and began to wash all of the dried urine off of the younger's legs.
Ciel gasped and looked at him in shock, but said nothing as surprisingly gentle hands washed away the itchy, irritating feeling from his pale, sensitive skin. As Fred worked his way upward on his legs, Ciel's shame and humiliation intensified one hundred fold and he clenched his eyes shut as tears escaped, slipping down his cheeks like meteors. Then, when he felt the warm cloth on his small genitals, a sob escaped. It immediately caught Fred's attention and the man looked up at the crying child.
"Poor boy." He murmured as he quickly tugged off the soiled shirt and exchanged it for a clean one. Then, leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor, he gathered Ciel into his arms and held his tightly as the youth wept into his shoulder. Hiccups and sobs filled the room and Fred could feel the warmth of the raven's tears soak his shirt, not that he cared. He gently rubbed Ciel's back and shushed him softly. "You're alright, child. Nobody can hurt you." He murmured between gasps of breath and shuddering whimper. It was getting very late, and Fred knew now that he would most definitely be staying all night for the young Earl, no matter what he needed. The poor child needed someone to take care of him. Ciel would probably pretend it didn't happen the next day, or ignore him, or possibly even spew insults at him despite lulling him to sleep. Not that he cared.
Edited May 31, 2013 by neonwatches
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because people were requesting more and i couldn't resist, here is a part 2, but this focuses a little bit more on omutsu.
Ciel was released from the jail after a day. Randall came in the next morning and was extremely displeased to find the cell empty, but apparently, another murder had proven that the boy was innocent. Sebastian, who had spent the night being tortured, immediately appeared by the young earl’s side the next morning without even a scratch on his finger. The two were gone in minutes, hardly leaving a trace that they had been there in the first place. Ciel didn’t say a single word to Aberline, who as promised, stayed by Ciel all night. The poor boy had ended up crying himself to sleep with his face buried in Fred’s shoulder while he rocked him. Once his breathing had evened out, Aberline had tucked him in, then placed a thickly folded towel underneath Ciel’s waist. Fortunately for the both of them, it wasn’t needed and the boy was able to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.
Ciel now rode in the carriage that Sebastian had summoned back to the townhouse. He was stiff in his posture and oddly silent. He never was quite the talker, but Sebastian could sense the tension in his young master. He had a bit of an idea about what was wrong, too.
“How was your night, my lord?” Sebastian asked casually.
Ciel’s body jolted as if he had a wire thrust up his spin and slowly turned to glare at his butler. “Just fine.”
“I wonder why Aberline felt it necessary to place that towel under you while you slept?” The demon murmured and suddenly he found himself dodging an angry smack.
“Shut up!” Ciel hissed.
“My apologies, milord. It appears I have touched a nerve.” Sebastian smirked maliciously.
“It’s your fault in the first place!” Ciel huffed.
“Quite the contrary, milord. You were the one who did not summon me.” Sebastian shrugged.
Ciel’s face burned with fury and shame before angrily turning back to the window. He spent the rest of the ride pouting in silence, much to the amusement of his butler. Arriving at the townhouse, Sebastian rose and opened the door so that Ciel could step out. The young earl, once more dressed in his fine robes and top hat, made his way into the townhouse.
“Tell me, young master, does Mr. Aberline know?” Sebastian questioned.
Ciel stopped in his tracks and his body shook with anger, his face turning red as his aunt’s hair. “That’s enough out of you, Sebastian! Go get my tea.”
Sebastian smirked and bowed, holding a hand over his heart. “Yes, my lord.” He said before retreating from the room. Once he had gone, Ciel fled to his bedroom, a steam of embarrassed anger trailing behind him.
Ciel stormed into his room and threw himself into his chair. How dare Sebastian mock him! Make a fool of him! He was that despicable demon’s master! He demanded respect. He spotted a clean stack of cloth diapers on his dresser, bright white and folded into neat rectangles. Ciel let out a frustrated growl and got up, swiping them clean off. They fluttered and flopped to the ground like birds shot out of the sky and the boy rubbed his uncovered eye.
Ciel had been wetting his bed since he could remember. It had always been one of those problems that his parents would brush off and simply state that “he would grow out of it eventually.” At twelve, Ciel was starting to doubt that notion. Now that he was earl of Phantomhive, his bedwetting brought disgrace to the name and it horrified him to think of what might happen if anybody found out. The Phantomhive name would forever be made a fool and a mockery, and Ciel would never live down the shame. Other than Aberline, Sebastian was the only one aware of the young master’s…imperfection. It had not taken long for him to discover the wet sheets that were constantly ending up underneath the boy’s bed along with soiled night shirts. When he had first confronted his master about it, Sebastian had been greeted with hostility and denial, then again the first time he ever presented Ciel with a couple of cloth diapers and some pins. The boy had gone absolutely livid and struck the butler several times before banishing him from his room for the rest of the night. The night after Ciel’s “tantrum” as Sebastian preferred to call it, the demon once more took out the diaper. He repeated it for over a month until Ciel finally gave in, as long as nobody knew and Sebastian washed all the diapers himself.
Sebastian politely knocked on the open door before entering with the trolley that held his tea and a small plate of scones. His eyes flickered from his red-faced master to the unfolded diapers that littered the floor, but was wiser than to comment. “I’ve made Earl Grey tea and your breakfast is downstairs consisting of poached eggs with a side of salmon and fresh fruit from this morning’s market.” Sebastian stated as he poured a cup of the steaming liquid and passed it to Ciel on a saucer. The boy took a deep breath and exhaled his frustrations before taking a sip of the tea and letting the bittersweet taste slip over his tongue and burn down his throat. He handed the cup back to Sebastian. “Very good, I will have it with my breakfast.” He said curtly before disappearing to the dining room.
Ciel remained distant for the rest of the day and after lunch, Sebastian convinced him to take a short rest. After all, he had been through a lot lately and he doubted that the young master had gotten much sleep the night before. Ciel responded by throwing a pitcher of milk in Sebastian’s face. However, he reluctantly relented and wearily followed Sebastian up to his bedroom. He eyed the freshly folded diapers that had been restacked on his dresser as if he had never pushed them off.
“If you don’t mind, my lord?” Sebastian asked politely as he gathered up two of the thick cloths in his hands and two large pins. Ciel sighed, his face burning as he stood up and allowed Sebastian to remove his clothing once he had set the objects on the bed. Sebastian ignored Ciel’s discomfort as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then tugged down his pants and underclothing until he was clad in just his socks and his eye patch. Socks were removed and Sebastian spread the two cloth rectangles out on the bed before lightly patting it, motioning for Ciel to lie down. The boy’s entire body flushed pink as he positioned himself on top of them and once more prayed to God that nobody would ever discover his shameful secret. Sebastian swiftly and neatly wrapped his young master up in the cloth diaper and securely pinned it at the boy’s tiny waist. His skinny legs were now separated by the soft bulge of cloth and Ciel quickly summoned for his nightshirt, not wanting to be seen dressed as a little infant any longer. Sebastian pulled the shirt down over his head and helped Ciel navigate his arms through the sleeves. He lifted the hem up one last time to make sure the diaper was tight and secure in all places until his embarrassed lord shoved him away and tugged the hem back down.
“Get away!” Ciel scowled. “Your work here is done. Go sweep the kitchen or something.”
Sebastian smirked and bowed, holding his hand over his heart. “Yes, my lord.” He said obediently and retreated from the room, leaving Ciel to burrow under his covers and fall into a much needed sleep.
It had been a little more than two hours when there was an urgent knock on the door and Sebastian looked up from where he was straightening up the parlor. He set down his duster and walked over to the door, finding Aberline standing there. “Good afternoon, officer, how may I be of service to you?” Sebastian asked politely.
“I’ve been given direct orders to personally deliver this letter to the earl of Phantomhive, if that’s quite alright.” Fred stated, holding up a plain white envelope.
Sebastian smiled. “My apologies, but my master is not seeing anyone at the moment. He is very tired and has chosen to rest for the afternoon.”
“It’s very important that he reads this as soon as possible.” Fred frowned.
Sebastian glances back at the stairs and sighed. “Follow me, Mr. Aberline.”
Fred does just that and trails behind the odd butler up to Ciel’s private bedroom. He is stopped and told to wait in the hall while Sebastian enters to wake his master. The door was left open a jar and Fred peeked in, unable to resist a warm smile at what he saw.
Ciel was curled up in a ball in his bed, his covers kicked off and forgotten at the foot of the bed. He was fast asleep with an endearing little bedhead. His soft, innocent face was buried in a fluffy pillow that cradled his head. His sleep shirt was pushed up to his waist, giving Aberline a fine view of his thick cloth diapers and the officer couldn’t help noting that they were soaked.
The poor child. He probably wore those every night and last night in the cell there had been nobody to bring him diapers and pin them up for him. No wonder he was so upset.
“It’s time to wake up, my lord.” Sebastian said as he gently shook his master awake. The boy whined sleepily and rolled over, reminding Fred of a toddler. He leaned against the door frame and watched in fascination
as Sebastian coaxed Ciel onto his back and gathered a basin of water and a cloth from the bathroom. “Fred Aberline is here to see you concerning a message he was told to deliver to you.” Sebastian stated. “It will not take long, so does my lord plan to return to his sleep after this meeting?”
Ciel yawned and nodded, dozing on as Sebastian unpinned the sopping diapers from the boy’s waist and dropped them in an empty basin to be washed and dried. He then got to work wiping down the boy’s genitals with the wet cloth. It wasn’t until Sebastian was holding his legs up in the air to wipe his bottom that Ciel’s head to the side and he opened his eyes slightly to find Fred staring back with a warm smile on his face. The earl’s entire body jolted as if struck by lightning and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Se…Seba…Sebastian!” He gasped in mortification, his entire body turning positively red as he grabbed onto a sheet to conserve his modesty.
“Is something the matter, my lord?” Sebastian asked casually and ignored Ciel’s struggling as he continued to clean him.
“Yes there is something the matter. Get him out of here!” Ciel ordered, making Fred’s chest pang in sympathy when his voice cracked from threatening tears.
Sebastian nodded and turned to Fred. “You will have to excuse us, officer. If you wouldn’t mind waiting next door in the study, my master shall be with you shortly.”
Fred nodded and quickly retreated into the large study, one of Ciel’s unmistakable sobs piercing his hear before the door closed.
Once he was pinned up in fresh diapers and dressed in proper attire, Ciel threw Sebastian out of the room and curled up into a ball. He would not cry. He refused to cry. In front of Sebastian, and this time, in front of
Fred as well. This was twice now that he had been caught in extremely compromising positions and it was all the damn butler’s fault! He angrily knocked over the now much shorter stack of diapers again and wiped his eyes before making his way to the study, keeping his shoulders straight and his nose up. Fred immediately stood when Ciel entered and once the boy nodded to him in acknowledgement, took his seat once more.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Aberline?” Ciel asked tightly, obviously trying to hold back his humiliation on the whole matter. He perched himself on the edge of his seat and hardly relaxed at all.
“Commissioner Randall sent me here with this letter from the queen addressing the case. It was dropped off later this morning after you had already gone.” Fred told him as he handed the envelope over.
Ciel nodded quickly and accepted it, dropping it down on the table without so much as a glance. “Is that all?”
Fred nodded. “Yes, but-…”
“Then good day, Mr. Alberline.” Ciel stated and began to stand.
“Ciel…”
“I said good day.” Ciel repeated a little more curtly.
“Don’t be embarrassed…”
Of course by saying that, Ciel just grew more embarrassed and he quickly turned around to hide his shame. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Enough of this, Ciel. Sometimes you forget that you are just a child. There is nothing wrong with wearing nappies to bed.”
“Shut up!” Ciel whirled around, his eyes welling up with humiliated tears. Why was it that his meetings with Fred lately all ended in tears?
“If you think I’m going to judge you or tell someone, you are quite mistaken. I would never betray your trust or has last night slipped from your memory all ready?” Fred asked. He didn’t bother waiting for a reply, knowing that it would never come. Without a second thought, he scooped Ciel into his arms and took his seat before settling the twelve year old in his lap. Through his trousers, he could easily feel the padding of Ciel’s bedtime nappies
“Look at me.” He ordered and Ciel surprised himself by obeying. “You must understand that being an adult doesn’t have to be a full time job for you. I know it sounds degrading to you but you are a child, a little boy, and if you wet the bed then so what? I understand that it’s embarrassing, but you know that I would never betray your trust on the matter and I just want to help you.” Fred said firmly. “Am I clear?”Too surprised to come up with a clever retort, Ciel nodded speechlessly. Seeing that he had the upper hand, Aberline decided to test this a little and scooped Ciel up into his arms, carrying him back into his own room. “I can see that you’re still very tired, Ciel.” He commented as he set the boy on his bed and began to remove his shoes and socks. “Why not forego the formalities just for today?” He removed the boy’s clothes and pulled his nightshirt back on over his head, ignoring Ciel’s quickly reddening face at the revealing of his bulky diapers. Aberline however, pretended as if they didn’t even exist and tucked Ciel into bed before getting up and turning to leave.
“Wait!”
Fred stopped and turned around, amused to find a rather flustered and embarrassed little earl stuttering out a request.
“You know…like last night…” He mumbled and Fred chuckled, walking back over to the bed. He picked the tiny boy up into his arms and held him tightly as he began to rock. Back and forth. One hand rubbed his petite, occasionally straying down to pat the thick nappies while the other one cradled the back of Ciel’s hand. He kept up a pattern. Even when his arms started to tire and ache, Aberline refused to stop until he was absolutely sure that the child was asleep. The queen’s guard dog. He thought with a dollop of amusement as he lay the sleeping youth in bed and tucked the covers up under his chin. He turned to find Sebastian standing in the doorway, nodding approvingly.
“The young master will be wanting to see more of you, Mr. Aberline.” |
I'm sorry, I got bored and was craving anime. This is the last one, I promise.
The next time Aberline visits Ciel at the townhouse, Randall comes along. He states that it's because Ciel is sly and clever, able to fool even the sharpest of men. Fred knows the real reason. He's more interested in sniffing around the house for some sort of evidence. Unbelievable, he knows, that a grown man wants to convict and innocent twelve year old child of something as awful as murder. And Fred knows that he's being positively outrageous. Randall won't listen to him however, and once the driver stops in front of the brick building he wastes no time getting out and strutting up to the door.
That butler, Sebastian Michaelis, whom Aberline finds rather peculiar, answers the door with a polite smile and informs them that the young master has retired to his room for the evening, terribly sorry.
"I demand to see the Earl Phantomhive immediately. If you do not fetch him, I will have no choice but to arrest you and him for defying her majesty's forces of law." Randall stated.
That smile twitches the slightest bit, but Sebastian bows and obediently leads them into the living area. As they climb the stairs, Randall looks around intently, as if he might find some bloodied corpse nailed to a wall or something. They are taken to the living area and once Sebastian leaves, Randall is up and examining every inch of the room.
"Sir, I don't believe you'll be finding anything here." Fred said as Randall peeked through book cases and peered into decorative cases.
"You never know, Aberline. The crazy ones like to bring their work home with them." The commissioner stated as he lifted a sofa cushion.
Fred sighed. "Yes, well, do excuse me for a moment sir." He replied as he slowly backed out of the room. Luckily, Randall was too far in his hunt for nonexistent evidence to wonder why Fred was leaving and where he would possibly be going. Sighing in relief, he slipped down the hall, following the soft, muffled voices coming from the last door on the right. That must have been where Ciel's bedroom was. He knew this was highly inappropriate, peeking into somebody's bedroom. Quite the guest indeed, but he needed to see Ciel. Not the earl of Phantomhive, Queen's guard dog. No, he wanted to catch a look at the little boy who lived here. The one that wet the bed and enjoyed being held and had vulnerabilities like any normal child should.
"Master, police commissioner Randall and Fred Aberline are here to see you." Sebastian told the boy as he gently shook him awake.
Fred smiled at the reluctant, sleepy grunt he got in reply and watched through the opening in the door. When Ciel made no signs of moving, the butler sighed and walked over, scooping the child up into his arms. Fred wasn't surprised to see that Ciel was still in diapers, Sebastian's arm supporting his padded bottom as the boy sleepily wound his arms around the older man's neck. His head rested in the crook of his neck and he returned to dozing as Sebastian carried him into the bathroom. Fred hurried back to the living area to find Randall seated on the couch once more. He must have finished his search of the room for anything that looked suspicious.
"Where did you wander off to?" The man asked.
"Oh, just the lavatory." Fred shrugged as he sat down. He ignored his suspicious glance and watched the entrance for any signs of Ciel.
It was ten more minutes or so before the boy finally made his appearance. While is clothing and hair looked ready for a formal outing, Ciel's features told a different story. The poor thing was obviously tired with a gray bag under the one eye that could be seen and a permanently cranky expression dominated his face. "You better have a very good reason for disturbing me." He said sternly as he sat down opposite of the two men. However, even after he had settled into his chair, he kept up a constant pattern of squirming and shifting. Sebastian appeared with tea and sweetened biscuits before being dismissed by the young earl.
"I'm so sorry for disrupting. I forgot that children have such early bedtimes." Randall replied, bringing an ugly scowl to the boy's face.
"Remember where you are, Randall." Ciel warned. "And it is your fault for my fatigue; constantly bothering me with ridiculous accusations. You've become quite the nuisance. I suggest you get to the point of your visit."
"Well, we've interviewed several witnesses from the last killing and all evidence gathered seems to trace right back to you, earl Phantomhive." Randall stated.
"And I suppose you've checked your sources?" Ciel asked boredly. Another fidget.
"As a matter of fact, we have. We know that you have people working for you. People who are doing your dirty work." The man hissed.
Fred frowned. "Sir, I don't thin-
"So here's what's going to happen." Randall told the boy. "You are going to contact your boys and tell them to stop their killing. The next time another body shows up, I will be marching straight to your residence and taking you back to jail where you belong."
Fred's eyes widened in surprise and he glanced over at Ciel, who looked as equally shocked and outraged. "Sir! You must be joking."
"Murder isn't funny." Randall replied evenly.
"I would warn you to actually do some research before accusing innocent people." Ciel warned. "If that is all you have to tell me, I will kindly ask you to leave." More squirms.
As Sebastian entered the room to escort them out, Fred nodded to Ciel in acknowledgement, but the boy pretended not to notice and headed down the hall to his room. Sebastian led them to the door once more and guided them out. "Do have a nice day, Commissioner, officer." He nodded before closing the door and heading back upstairs to take care of Ciel. He had a nap that he needed to finish.
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An impossibly loud knock on the door sent Sebastian racing for the front hall. It was approximately half past two in the morning, three days since Randall's visit to the Phantomhive residence. Sebastian answered the door, but before a single word could leave his lips, a squad of officers entered the house. They stormed up the stairs, checking every room until they reached the end of the hall.
Ciel, who had been sleeping peacefully, was unceremoniously jarred awake as his door was slammed open. Several men from Scotland Yard infiltrated the sanctuary that was his bedroom. Even in his half asleep phase, he was quick enough to tie his eye patch around his head.
"What is going on here?" Ciel snapped. "Seba-
"There's been another murder, and I plan to follow through on my promise." Randall stated as he entered the room. "So you've got two options. You can be a good boy and let us arrest you with dignity and grace, or we will carry you out of here like a child."
"How very rude of you, barging into my home so late without invitation." Ciel told them, glaring furiously. "If plan on arresting me, then I do hope you are going to allow me to dress properly before leaving the house."
"My apologies, your highness," Randall stated sarcastically, "but seeing as you are now a prisoner in our jail, you are granted no such favors."
Ciel tensed at that. He was silent for a few moments while the men scrutinized him. "Sebastian!" He called, sighing in relief when the butler slipped into the room.
"Get these officers out of my house!" Ciel snarled furiously.
"Do that and we will start detaining those in relation with you. Don't you have a fiancé?" Randall smirked.
"Sir! Surely we can't blackmail him! The morals of that is-
"Enough out of you, Aberline!" Randall ordered. "I still don't understand why you insist on protecting this demon spawn." He turned back to Ciel. "Well boy? What's it going to be?"
Ciel sighed. "Sebastian, I order you to find out whoever is behind these murders." He stated.
His ever present butler smiled and bowed. "Yes, my lord." He obliged before exiting the room, leaving Ciel alone with London's finest.
As graceful as any nobleman, Ciel rose from his bed carefully and smoothed out his nightshirt, mostly to make sure that his diapers weren't peeking out anywhere. He silently struggled in his mind to hold down a blush that was threatening to color his face. He looked up at Randall. "I would willingly allow myself to be taken to prison on two conditions." He stated, his mind wandering to the top shelf of the dresser. Ever since the day Aberline had come to visit and he'd been caught in his diapers, he'd insisted that the thick cloths be kept hidden out of sight, for which he was thankful for now.
"Alright, I'll humor you. What is it that you require?" The commissioner asked.
"First, I demand that I be allowed to back a small case of clothing and other necessities for my stay. And second, I demand that Officer Fred Aberline be the one in charge of overlooking my cell." Ciel stated firmly.
Randall pretended to ponder it. "Sounds pretty reasonable. Or…we could just take you by force and you get nothing. Seize him." He ordered.
Men charged forward and grabbed onto the boy, rendering him helpless as cuffs were placed over his wrists. "Now move it." One of the men ordered, impatiently shoving him forward. Ciel's eyes searched the crowd of men until they locked with Fred's who frowned in utmost pity for the boy. If he looked close he could even see…fear? Was that a touch of anxiety that Ciel was showing under all of that false confidence? He watched the boy go past and as he did, Ciel lifted his head and stared directly at him, his eyes flickering to the stop drawer of his dresser before he was pushed out into the hallway. While Fred didn't quite like the idea of leaving Ciel alone, he knew that whatever Ciel needed was important and he waited patiently for the room to empty. Once he was alone, the man hurried over to dresser and looked in to find rows of neatly folded white cloths and pins. Aberline glance behind him to make sure nobody had come back before unbuckling his bag and stuffing as many diapers into it as he could, along with some pins. With that achieved, he raced back downstairs to keep an eye on the young boy.
"Take your filthy hands off of me!" Ciel ordered furiously as he was roughly shoved towards the door. "How dare you treat nobility in such a disgraceful manner! Your superiors will hear about this."
"Shut up. You're just an annoying little kid." A guard said gruffly as they dragged him out of the townhouse.
"Please be gentle with him!" Aberline ordered angrily. "In case you haven't noticed, he's not a grown man you can beat around. Hell, the clothing you have on probably weighs more than he does!"
"Though I resent his reasons, I must agree." Ciel stated. "You are hardly worthy of touching me."
"Spoiled brat." Randall growled. "Behave, or I'll send you right down to the commoners' cell where they can corrupt you all they want."
A mask of disgust covered Ciel's face and his façade finally broke when he bared his teeth and spat on the commissioner's shoe. "You can give that to the commoners' cell." He hissed.
Randall turned red with rage and before Fred could stop him, struck Ciel across the face. The force sent the delicate boy to the floor with a pained grunt and he writhed around, trying to stand up with his hands bound behind his back. His hair fell in his face and his face burned in humiliation when he heard the men's guffaws at the sight of his diapers peeking out from under his night shirt.
"Well would you look at that, boys? Looks like the guard dog still needs some training." Randall smirked in satisfaction. "Oh, how very mature you are. Nope, no children here." The laughter of other officers egged him on and soon, Ciel found himself fighting back tears.
"Enough!" Fred finally cried out, storming over and lifting Ciel up into his arms. "Look at yourselves! You're bullying a child! What kind of pathetic lowlife makes a little boy cry?" He was shaking with fury, his face dark as Ciel buried his face in the man's neck. "Now you men better step aside, so that at least one of us can remain honorable in their duty, whether they like it or not." Aberline stated. Leaving silence in his wake, Fred made his way out to one of the carriages that the men had taken over and carried the young earl into it before disappearing into the night.
Once they were safe from view of others, Aberline pulled out a key and unlocked the cuffs. "You're okay now, Ciel." He said softly. "I'm so sorry that they treated you so horribly."
Ciel nodded quietly, staring at his lap in shame. All those men. London's finest…they had all seen him. So much shame.
"I know you want to cry." Fred stated, making the boy look up in surprise. "I can see it. Your eyes get really shiny and you look down."
"What do you expect?" Ciel huffed, quickly wiping a few tears that he had accidentally allowed to escape.
"Well, if you want, you can get the tears out now. Better to do it when it's just us than at the prison with all those people around." Aberline shrugged.
Ciel sighed and without warning, crawled into the officer's lap, making his eyes widen in surprise. He hadn't been expecting the earl to be so bold. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close
to his chest. There was a long silence, but eventually, Fred could feel the warm tears soaking into his shirt and sense the sharp, shuddery gasps that made Ciel's whole body jerk. Never once did he show his face, and once they had arrived at the station, his tears were promptly wiped away and his face straightened out into a neutral but confident expression. It scared Fred how easy it was for the boy to hide his feelings. As they pulled up, Aberline opened up the door, but Ciel didn't move.
"Would you prefer it if I carried you inside?" The man asked carefully. "None of the other men are back yet."
Ciel's blush returned, but he slowly nodded. Just like the way he had seen Sebastian carry him, Fred scooped Ciel into his arms and propped his (wet) diapered bottom onto his arm while small, frail arms encircled his neck. He made sure he still had his bag and entered the station, carrying Ciel straight to his noble's cell. After setting the boy on the bed, he pulled the cloth diapers out of his bag and presented them to Ciel. "Can
you do it yourself? Or do you require assistance?"
Staring at his lap shyly, Ciel didn't reply at first, which was okay. Fred was more than aware of how embarrassing this topic was, especially for someone as headstrong as Ciel. Finally, he received a small nod which the man took as a yes for assistance.
"Alright, how many do you usually wear to bed? Two?" He asked, earning another nod. "Very well, lie down and lift your shirt up."
Burning more red than his aunt's wardrobe, Ciel lied down and stared at the opposite wall while his wet diapers were unpinned and removed. He shivered as cool air hit his wet, warm skin and he winced in embarrassment as he heard the soaked cloths drop into an empty basin with a wet splat. Next, a wet cloth washed his privates thoroughly and Ciel did his best to shut his eyes and pretend it was Sebastian. Fred's lack of conversation helped.
"Hips up." Fred instructed and Ciel embarrassedly obeyed as two clean diapers were pushed underneath him. He lowered his bottom back onto the soft fabric and sighed in relief as it was pulled up between his legs and pinned at his hips. "There," Aberline nodded, stepping back to look over his handiwork. "not bad. Is it tight enough?" He smiled when he earned Ciel's approval.
"I will be right outside all night." He promised, then hesitated. "Unless you want me to rock you again."
Ciel was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, please." He rasped.
"I can do that." Fred smiled and took a seat on the bed, allowing Ciel to clamber back into his lap. This was becoming quite the habit. Once more, Fred cradled his head in his hand, stroking his hair. His other hand rubbed up and down Ciel's back, occasionally straying further to pat his diapers, which Aberline was convinced he enjoyed. By the time the rest of the men returned and it was confirmed that Ciel was indeed in his cell, Randall sent the rest of his men home.
The commissioner sighed and shook his head as he stared at his young officer, the man cradling the earl Phantomhive in his arms while they both slept. In his opinion, Aberline was a total fool. Only a true idiot would allow themselves to manipulated by someone as devious as the Queen's guard dog. Very well. He didn't bother waking Aberline up. In fact, he didn't even bother locking the cell. Something told him that Ciel wouldn't get far. |
Having taught English for over ten years, and having never seen anything even like desperation in his mostly girl students, the teacher had given up on thinking like that, and just focused on teaching English. He taught all ages, from the age of six all the way into senior years, but never had he had the hope of seeing anyone in a vulnerable situation such as he sometimes would have liked to have seen.
One day, he had a trial lesson for a third grade student and her sister, a five year old. As normal, he started the lesson teaching them what he thought would be important for them to communicate their needs to him. By now, he knew Japanese quite well, but he still wanted the students to be able to tell him if they needed anything in English, so of course, he first taught them the useful phrase of "May I...?"
The girls seemed to think he was silly, and they laughed along with his silly dance.
The lesson continued for nearly forty minutes, when the younger of the sisters started to look nervously at her mom who was invited to watch the first lesson so she could see how the class would be conducted. Still, she didn't say anything right away, and the teacher went on teaching.
"I am Jim," he said to the girls. Then he pointed at them in turn to say their names.
"I am Ayaka," the younger one said loudly before her older sister could respond. It was no secret which of the sisters were more outgoing by this point.
"I am Erika," the older one said.
"I am twenty-seven," the teacher continued.
"I am a fibe," the younger one said without prompting, but the older one seemed stuck for the moment.
"I am...." the teacher prodded.
She knew that part already. That wasn't what had her stuck. He watched her for a moment, and then realized that it might be the numbers, so he counted for her on fingers.
"One... two... three..." until he reached eight.
"I am eight," she said almost at once.
Again, the younger child looked nervously at her mother, but when the teacher asked her questions she responded right away.
Jim started to wonder if the younger child was not enjoying the lesson though he was trying to make it easy and fun. He wondered if there was something he was forgetting to do, and became a little nervous that the mother would not have them join since the younger one kept looking over at her mother. Still, he went on as nothing were wrong. Even if they didn't join, it wasn't worth worrying about. He knew he couldn't really change his style now, after doing the same lessons for nearly ten years.
As the lesson came to its end, he put on a short comic for the kids to enjoy while he spoke with the mother about his way of teaching, why he taught the way he did, and what the system of payment and so on would be.
The younger child was not paying so much attention to the comics, but watching her mother, moving a bit more instantly as she grew even more nervous. Jim wondered what was going on with her. But the older sister was laughing at Tom and Jerry's antics. Jim then gave her an envelope and said that she could think about it.
The mother, however, had already decided, but she wanted her children's opinion. He was not fluent in Japanese, so only understood what they were saying just enough to know that she was asking them about how they felt about the lesson. At first, she had wanted only her older daughter to join, but now, she was thinking her younger daughter could join too.
Both of the girls gave their approval of the lesson, and then the mother asked something surprising.
"You only teach one day a week, right?" she asked.
"Well, I have taught two or three times a week for someone that wants it, but normally people don't have that kind of schedule, and want only one class a week."
"Well, if I wanted twice a week for my kids?"
"I can give you a special price. I would charge full price for the first lesson, and half price for the second lesson."
"That sounds fair. So, would you please teach my girls?"
"Sure."
Then she pulled out the money.
Well, Jim was starting to wonder why the younger girl was so nervous if she enjoyed the lesson, but at that moment, she said something in Japanese to her mother that he couldn't hear.
"Ask him in English," she said in Japanese.
"May I...," she put her finger to her lips thinking a moment. "Um..." then she started the potty dance which was one way he had told her that she could ask so that he knew.
"Go to the bathroom?" he asked her.
She nodded and copied him.
"Of course. Just round the corner over there. Don't lock the door, but please shut it completely."
Once she had used it, they had left.
Jim couldn't believe that they had actually not only joined, but that they were going to come twice a week!
Part Two:
About three weeks later, Jim realized that something was off about the older girl which had surprised him.
The sound of pounding feet on the outside stairs alerted Jim to the arrival of his newer students on one Saturday morning. He walked to the front door, and made sure that it was unlocked so that they could open the door, and just as he was about to turn to walk back to open classroom door, the two excited girls yelled out together opening the door as they did.
"May I come in?"
Jim turned around and smiled.
"Sure. Please come in," he gestured to the open classroom door.
The girls seemed to race to take off their shoes and run to the classroom as fast as possible.
When Jim approached the classroom, he saw that the girls were already sitting on the reading rug. He smiled. They learned quick.
He walked over to his usual place, and he started to warm them up.
"I am Jim," he said to the girls.
"I am Ayaka."
"I am Erika," they replied.
"I am twenty-seven."
"I am... fibe."
"I am ... sikusu, seben, um... eight," the older one finally replied.
"I am happy." Jim finished.
"I am happy," they both mimicked.
Jim laughed.
"Alright, let's see if you remember this...."
He pulled out a card with a picture of a girl on it.
"I am ga rue," the younger one quickly replied again.
"Very good!"
Then he started to remind them of how to ask questions. This time, the older one, Erika was on top.
"May I play?" she said before her sister.
After that, the girls seemed to make it a contest as to which one could say the requests faster. When it came time to ask about the bathroom...
"May I go," Erika started.
"to basaroom?" Ayaka finished louder than her sister. They were both giggling with brightly shining eyes that declared that they were enjoying themselves!
"Good job," Jim said with a smile. "Now, today, we have a Bearstein's book, and we have Tiger is a Scaredy Cat."
"May I read first," they both said quickly but the younger one was just a tad bit faster in finishing the word first, so she came to sit in Jim's lap first.
Jim held Ayaka in his lap as she picked the book titled Big Bear Small Bear. It was the Bearstein's book.
She looked expectantly at him for most of the words, but from time to time, she got used to the pattern and stated Big Bear or Small Bear on her own. Jim rubbed her back and stated how smart she was which only made her beam even more.
As she finished each page, her older sister asked her, "May I see?"
Jim couldn't believe how quickly the girls were actually learning the phrases he threw their way. They had already managed to learn how to ask to use the bathroom in less than two lessons, and could not ask to read first and to see the picture in less than one lesson! They were some of the smartest students he had taught so far, especially the younger one.
Jim then told Ayaka to go sit down while he called Erika over for her turn to read.
Ayaka nodded and quickly crawled away to her original seating space. She was quite bubbly sitting there, but every few minutes rising up on her knees and then settling down again. She was so piped up on something it was like she had a bowl full of sugar before coming to class. Jim needed her to settle a little bit so he could teach the lesson.
Once Erika was done reading, he called Ayaka over to sit in his lap for a moment.
"Do you want to sit in my lap the whole lesson?"
She shook her head no.
"Then, please settle down some, okay? You need to pay attention so you can understand." He had said this in Japanese.
She nodded, a few tears in her eyes.
He released her, and she put her hands in her lap emphasizing her desire to please him. And she sat on her bottom though she really was too excited to sit so still. Her brain was going a mile a minute.
The lesson then continued as he started to teach them to identify the second person.
"You are Jim," they both said in unison referring to Jim. "You are a boy. You are twen ee seben."
He nodded.
"You are Ayaka. You are Erika. You are girls. You are five and eight."
The girls smiled.
The lesson seemed to be going very well. Before he knew it, the girls were confident about how to say boy, girl, you are, I am, and their ages.
Then it was sadly time for them to leave for the day.
Day Three:
It was Wednesday again, and Jim heard the familiar pounding of steps up to his door. He opened the classroom door so that when they opened the outside door, they would see it was safe to come in to classroom. As they ran towards the room, they couldn't stop themselves from coming in.
"Ah... ah... ah...," Jim stopped the girls. "You forgot something," he went to the door of the classroom and called them over.
"What do you say when you come in?"
"Oh," they giggled.
Jim waited for them to collect themselves, and then started to say it, but they beat him to it.
"May I come in?" they both competed with each other to be first to ask.
"Yes," he chuckled lightly pointing at the reading carpet. "Go take a seat."
The girls ran to the carpet and sat waiting for him to come over to read to them. They loved this part of the lesson. They didn't know if they were really learning anything by reading with him, but they felt special for a few minutes, and they also felt like they could really read a few words by now.
"May I read first," they both yelled at the same time before Jim even got to the carpet.
Jim laughed lightly.
"I haven't even started the warm up yet," he told them. "We have to practice what you know first."
They giggled.
He then started to go over the things they had learned in the first two lessons.
Of course, now, the girls were very fluent in the asking phrases.
As they continued, the older of the girls was starting to hold her stomach. |
Saturday morning, the teacher had a special treat for his students. He prepared the classroom with a special puzzle like mat for the girls to sit on and had a special movie from America. These days, kids in America rarely watched this cartoon, and he was lucky that his friend even had it. But it was one of the Snoopy movies. He was pretty sure that the characters would talk slowly enough that the kids could understand a little bit of what was going on.
The girls came thundering up the stairs very excited to start the lesson. The door burst open as if a bomb had been attacked, and outside it, two bubbling little girls were smiling as they stared up at their teacher.
Jim walked over to where they were standing at the door, and bent down.
"How are you, today?" he asked them slowly.
"I'm happy," they both seemed to be in race to say it first.
They remembered the words he had taught them! He liked to teach the children I'm happy, sad, mad, tired, and sick because he didn't like the way that most eikaiwas taught it. It seemed that a lot of kids thought that:
How are you?
I'm fine thank you.
Was just a greeting. They didn't realize that they were really answering a question, so sometimes, he found sick people answering with the rote memorized words. He found tired kids saying they were fine, and he even found some adults doing the same mistakes. This had caused him to change how he taught this phrase to especially children. And already, after four lessons, they had at least learned the 'happy' one.
He smiled and waited for their next required phrases to come into the classroom.
"May I come in? in?" the echoed resulted from one girl being just a little slower than the other.
"Sure," Jim gestured at the childish puzzle mat which made the girl's eyes light up.
Jim walked over towards the carpet to prepare to start the lesson when suddenly the younger of the students, Ayaka, burst out.
"May I read first?"
Jim smiled.
"Excited to get started, huh?" he asked her. "Well, today, I'm going to read one book to you because afterwards, I have a special treat for you."
The girls stared up at him with bright shiny eyes, but he knew they didn't understand, so he said it in Japanese.
"What is it?" they asked in Japanese.
"I have an American anime. In America, we call it a cartoon."
They looked at each other.
Jim held up the video jacket. It had Snoopy on it.
"Do you know this character?"
Both of the girls shook their heads. There were plenty of Snoopy dolls around Japan, but no one had actually seen the cartoon, that Jim had talked to as yet.
"Well, this is...."
But before he could finish, they both said "SNOOPY!"
He chuckled.
"Okay, that's right. The dog is Snoopy. His owner is Charlie."
The girls smiled at him and started to dance around excitedly.
"Alright, have a seat and then we'll start."
The girls sat down where Jim first read a book to them, then he put chairs around the desk so they could be at the proper height to see the screen for the movie. He hadn't noticed it until then, but he suddenly saw a strange nagging look in Erika's eyes. She also held her side with her hand, or was it creeping over to her stomach?
He bent down to her, and he whispered to her.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm okay."
"Your tummy hurt?"
"A little."
Jim nodded. Maybe it was just a little problem? He didn't know if it was the bathroom thing again, so he asked.
"Do you need to go potty?"
She shook her head.
Jim then smiled and started the movie for them but kept an eye on her because he wasn't sure if she was sick, or if she was putting off going to the bathroom like had happened last time.
The girls seemed to watch the movie with interest. They squirmed a bit in their chairs, but their eyes were focused on the screen. They had big smiles on their faces, and it seemed like they were having a really good time!
A few minutes later, Erika held her stomach a bit more urgently, and she closed her eyes for a moment tightly as if in distress. It looked like she was really hurting.
Jim squatted next to her.
"Erika, are you sick?" he asked her.
She shook her head no.
"Your stomach just hurts?" he asked her sympathetically.
She nodded.
He wasn't sure what he should do. The class had another half an hour to go. Maybe he should call her mom and have them picked up early. He pulled out his phone, but she pulled at his arm and looked up at him with shining eyes.
"No," she said. "I'm okay, I promise."
He sighed. "Are you sure?" he asked.
She nodded and then moved her hand away from her stomach to try to convince Jim. Jim knew it was for show though and continued to keep a watch on her.
Her little sister, Ayaka was also staring at her. She could tell something was wrong with her sister, just like Jim could. Jim shook his head, but he let her watch TV a little bit longer.
When he noticed her hand reach her stomach again, Jim picked her up.
She looked up at him surprised.
He whispered to her. "It's okay."
He quietly carried her to the other room to have a private word with her.
"Do you think you are going to get sick?" he asked her.
She shook her head.
"Well, I'm not sure, but sometimes, if you have to poo, your stomach can hurt. Can you try to go potty for me?"
She nodded and went into the bathroom.
When she came out, she whispered.
"I feel better now, but I didn't poop. I'm sorry."
He knelt down by her.
"Did you do anything?" he asked her.
"I peed."
"Are you sure you feel better?
"Yes."
Actually, there was a difference that he could see. She was no longer even tempted to hold her stomach, and her smile was more natural. She was more or less relieved.
"Erika, you need to be careful, honey," he whispered to her. "If you keep putting this off, you're going to have an accident in class. You don't want that, do you?"
She shook her head no.
"Alright, let's go watch the show with your sister."
Ayaka was smiling when they came in, but she suddenly looked at her sister, studied her for a moment, and then the smile returned to her face as she turned back to the movie.
Jim had to watch the clock carefully because this movie would last 90 minutes, and the class was only 60. That meant he would have to stop it in the middle.
As the time approached to stop the movie, Jim patted both girls on the back.
"I'm sorry, but it's about time to go," he informed them.
They smiled up at him.
"If I still have this movie next week, we can finish it, okay?"
They nodded.
Then they were out the door.
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Innocent Girls
What is an innocent girl to you? Is she clueless about the dangers of the real world? Is she pure in heart? Is she a nice person? Maybe she just give that cute little look that makes your heart melt, but there seems to be more to her than you know. Whatever you may think, here is the story of what I call Innocent Girls.
“Hurry up, mommy!” the girl spoke in her primary language trying to hurry her mother. She was so excited about this special day! She couldn’t believe that she was finally old enough that her mother would trust her to come to English class. She knew a few people already that went to English since the year previously, but apparently her mom didn’t think that English was important or cool before. She didn’t care what the reason was now, it was just enough that her mom was taking her to her first lesson ever.
The little girl had a sister, who was about four years younger than she was. Because there was no one to watch her sister, of course, that meant she had to come along with the pair of them, but she didn’t care. If her sister joined in the lesson, it might even be more fun!
The mother and two girls arrived at the door to the small apartment-like place. The outside was plain, and seemed in every way, like a normal apartment. The mother had double checked though, and they knew they were at the right place.
“Mommy! Do you think I will be able to start speaking English from today?”
“Only time will tell,” her mother smiled at her. “Why don’t we go in and meet the teacher?”
She nodded.
“Oh, and Erika! Be a good girl during the lesson. Be polite and remember to do what the teacher asks of you, okay?”
The eight year old girl nodded. She was so excited!
Her sister, Ayaka, was also kind of bubbly thinking that something exciting must be going to happen to make her sister so cheerful. She adored her sister, and anytime her sister thought something was cool, she wished she was big enough to join her sister in participating, but normally, her sister did big girl things that her mother said she just wasn’t ready for. That saddened her some, sometimes.
The mother knocked at the door.
A rather large bear-like foreigner opened the door with shaggy brown hair, clear blue eyes, and some hair on his face that emphasized his bear-like shape and size. The younger girls took a step back at first. But somehow, his face was friendly. His eyes were not meeting the mother’s eyes at first. They were down at the level of the sisters, as he bent his knees to greet them.
“I am Jim,” the man told the girls. “If you learn English here, I will be your teacher.”
Whatever he was saying, Erika could barely understand a word or two, he certainly looked like someone that could be trusted. Then he straightened up, and looked into the mother’s eyes.
“Good evening,” he used English yet again. The mother responded in English.
Erika found the language that he was using very interesting, and she was even more interested to know that her mother had understood what he was saying and doing. She wanted in on the secret of their communication. She was so excited that her body was trembling, or maybe she was also nervous and scared that English would be too difficult. She really couldn’t make up her mind.
Ayaka then realized that maybe the things that her sister did were too hard for her after all. She didn’t understand a word that the man had said to them, and secretly wondered if her older sister had caught on as she put her first finger of her left hand towards the corner of her mouth, but didn’t put it in her mouth.
“May I come in?” Jim said to the little girls.
They both looked up at him. What was he saying to them? Why was he looking at them as though he was expecting an answer of some kind? Didn’t he know that they didn’t know anything yet? Erika looked from him to her mother. She smiled at her daughter and whispered.
“He wants you to say what he’s saying.”
She smiled feeling foolish now. Of course he wanted her to copy him. Teachers normally want you to copy them until you knew what you were doing. But now, she had forgotten the words he had said, so she looked up at him for a hint.
“May,” he started slowly giving them a chance to copy him word by word.
“May,” both girls copied him with bright eyes.
“Come in?” he finished and they copied him.
He then opened the back door through a tiny hall and they saw a small room set up with computers, a reading rug, some desks with books and stuff that was probably for teaching them, and some other things that he immediately handed to their mother.
“Sit down,” he said which immediately, Ayaka had done. She had learned that one in kindergarten because at her school, an English teacher often came to play games and teach them simple things. Erika uneasily followed suit with her sister.
Jim sat in front of the girls, not at a desk, but on the floor at their level. He had picture book which was kind of interesting. Erika had heard from her friends about English lessons, and no one had ever mentioned a picture book being read before. Still, she found herself getting curious now.
The book was a little bit hard to understand in some places, but the pictures were funny with bears as the main theme. Apparently, the bears were so silly that they couldn’t figure out that the small clothes and small things wouldn’t fit the big bear until they tried them on. This really made her want to giggle inside because even though they are cartoon bears, it seemed silly that they didn’t know what was obvious.
Ayaka had a big smile on her face! She squirmed a bit as she watched him. Yeah, she kind of wanted to use the bathroom, but she didn’t care about going right now. She wanted to see what else the big bear was going to try to put on that wouldn’t fit.
After the Silly Bear book, Jim pointed at himself and started something different.
“I am Jim,” he said.
Erika and Ayaka looked at each other. They weren’t sure what he was getting at. Ayaka had learned to say her name in English in her kindergarten classes, but she had always learned it as: My name is Ayaka, so this was not anything like that.
“I am Jim,” he said again. Then he pointed at the older child thinking she should catch on first. Well, that did make sense, Erika thought, but she still wasn’t sure what he was saying.
Jim smiled. He then said Jim pointing to himself.
Ayaka caught that one! That’s what the English teacher did at her school the first time!
“My name is Ayaka!” she cried out excitedly thinking that she actually knew what was going on now.
Jim smiled at her. “Good job!”
Erika realized that because of his smile and his approval of her sister, that her sister had said the right thing, so she mimicked her.
“My name is Erika,” she said.
“I am Jim,” he repeated.
They looked at each other. Was this some trick? Had they been taught wrong?
“I am Jim,” he repeated. After he had repeated it, he decided a little Japanese would help, so he said it in Japanese.
“Oh!” Erika caught on! “We were taught ‘My name is Erika,’ but he is teaching us ‘I am Erika.’ Now I get it!” She had said this in Japanese not sure if Jim understood her completely, but in any case started to repeat his English.
Ayaka, with her sister’s explanation, nodded and also started to repeat his expression.
“Now, why would I teach you I am, instead of my name is?” he asked the girls in Japanese.
They shrugged.
“Can you say, my name is six?” he asked them.
Erika almost laughed. How silly!
“Can you say, my name is happy?” he asked Ayaka.
Now, Ayaka smiled and actually did let a small laugh escape. By now, she had completely forgotten that she wanted to use the toilet. She was too interested in what he was trying to teach them.
“I am forty-two,” Jim said using fingers to show forty- and then two.
Both of the girls caught on to that very quickly! They had seen that at school.
“How old are you?” he asked in English.
Ayaka understood what he wanted even though the words still were new to her.
“Fibe,” she said with a smile.
Erika counted on her hands for a minute using English words, then said “eight-oh.”
Jim smiled at them, but there was something in his face which was not complete approval. He wanted something more. Erika was sure of it.
“I am five,” he tried to coach Ayaka.
“I ah fibe,” she tried to repeat.
Erika caught on, but forgot the word for her age again. When she responded it came out as, “I am… um… eight.”
Jim smiled. “Good,” and this time, he had that fully approving look on his face that Erika was seeking.
He then had them practice.
“I am Jim.”
“I am Erika.”
“I ah Ayaka,” they had all taken turns.
Jim then stood up, and he looked very seriously at them.
“Now, there is something I want you to learn that is important in this class,” he said which made both girls look at him hard as they tried to show that they were taking him seriously.
“How do you ask for something you want in English?” he asked them in Japanese.
They both looked at him for a moment, Erika clearly not knowing what he wanted them to say.
“What if you have to use the bathroom?” Jim asked them.
The girls looked at each other, and then their mom. Now, Ayaka was aware again of her bladder, but she wasn’t sure if she should ask right then, and it looked like he was going to be teaching them how. She waited for him to tell them the phrases.
“May I?” he looked at them with that look that Erika knew meant to repeat. Ayaka, automatically repeated after her sister.
“May I come in?” Jim started to teach them.
They copied him starting to learn how to ask first, things that were not even related to what Ayaka wanted, but she stayed quiet about her needs and just tried to be patient.
“May I play?” he taught them second which was actually something they both very much wanted to know when he explained that if they asked him, that sometimes they could play a computer game.
He suddenly broke into a silly song and dance with May I, or more like a change with some kind of dance, which made the girls laugh. Erika and Ayaka were both having a great time as he taught them to ask to drink something, to be the first one to read a story, to come in and leave, and finally how to ask to use the bathroom.
Ayaka was starting to wonder if they were ever going to get to that point as she started to wiggle and bounce around. But before she could even say anything, Jim set up a computer for them to play while he talked to their mom about how the lessons would work.
Ayaka decided that she could wait a few more minutes and happily played the game while he was talking to her mom because she didn’t want to interrupt the adults and be rude.
Erika pointed and clicked around the scene that was before her, but really didn’t understand the point yet. What was she looking for? What was the point? The character kept saying things in the game, and some of the clicks produced entertaining results, but the point was still beyond her grasp at the moment.
Ayaka pointed at things with her finger for her older sister to click on, though by now, she could feel a slight burning sensation as the slippery juices started to ooze their way through her bladder door and into the tube that had to be squeezed extra hard to keep it from running into her panties. She finally walked over to mom and quietly whispered into her ear in Japanese.
“Mama, I have to go to the bathroom really bad!”
“Well, ask the teacher as he taught you, and then go,” she said to her small child.
Ayaka was uncertain about doing this as she wasn’t really sure she even liked the idea of asking someone else to use the bathroom other than her mom to begin with, and this coupled with the idea she just learned about how to ask to use the bathroom in English kind of scared her. She hesitated.
“Go on,” her mom pushed her back lightly. “Ask him in English, honey.”
Ayaka took a small gulp as if trying to muster the courage to speak, and then she walked nervously up to the teacher.
“May I?” she looked up at him to get his attention.
Jim looked down at Ayaka. “Yes?”
“May I go a bassrum?” she asked not getting it quite right.
“Oh, sure,” he smiled. He bent down to her level, and looked so scary that she waited by impulse to see what he wanted to say.
“If you lock the door, and then have trouble, can someone help you?”
Ayaka shook her head no.
“So, I want you to shut the door, but don’t lock it, okay?”
She nodded.
“Okay, then, go.”
She looked up at him for a moment to make sure he was done, then she ran to the bathroom. She pulled it open and then pulled it closed as she walked into the small stall sized room. It couldn’t be much bigger than five feet square, but in Japan, everything was that small, and with the fixtures, that meant it was really less than 3 feet of walking space from the door to the toilet and the tub was right there!
She pulled her pants and panties down while still facing the toilet, turned around, and then scooted up until she could use the toilet to help lift her form onto it because she was still a little small to get up there on her own.
Still she managed, and she peed into the toilet like the big girl she was.
When she was done, she scooted off of the toilet, wiped herself while standing up and threw the dirty paper into the toilet before running out the door into the other room.
Jim smiled as she came back into the room where everyone else was. The lesson had finished by that time, and it was agreed that both girls, not just her sister would do the lessons. That made her smile even more as they started home.
(Rewritten the first part: From mostly girl's point of view)
How is this? |
> Story request by Krystal, for all idea credit, hope you enjoy!
> First part is here: The New Move
Part II
And so the gaggle of girls left the poor tortured girl alone with her accident in the now empty lockerroom. The faint smell of her puddle snapped her back into reality, setting a deep churn in her stomach at what had just occurred. A furious flicker of emotion weaseled its way into the sophomore as she clenches her fists about how poorly they treated her, but it’s quickly replaced with regret and remorse. She was 17 years old and had just peed all over herself and the school locker, the filthy thought rolling through her mind. Even worse, at their whim the whole grade or even the whole school would find out. It would be a noriety that no one would ever want.
The sobbing girl recalled the boy who peed himself next to her on a field trip to the museum and how fast the story had spread. He had his hands shamelessly holding himself, squirming about and asking her how long until they were home. Travis had begged the instructor to stop on the bus ride home, but within five miles of returning to school she could hear the audible hissing from her seatmate. Lillie tried to spare him by looking away, to at least spare being entirely humiliated. She considered taking her water bottle and emptying it on him saying she spilled it, but it was too late. The instructor let out an attentive gasp, causing all of the students to spy on what was happening. Within two days the no-name lone Travis was transformed into Pisspants and mocked almost endlessly. The whole school could point out who he was from then on and he found himself constantly picked on. Her mind then wandered to what they would call her, with Lillie’s face transparently showing how much dread she felt as to what had even yet to come. A few silent tears streaked down her face, she was still a new student here and having this so soon into high school would ruin her.
Lillie paces over to puddle she had made, staring down at it trying to think the situation through. She sees her puffy-eyed and distressed reflection in the clear liquid below her. Grimacing, she picks up her pants and panties and tries to mop up the side of the locker and the puddle, before cringing and throwing them out in the trashcan just outside of the locker room. A few stray beads of urine dropped on the way, but if it made the accident any amount less obvious than it was for the better. The sophomore hurriedly skitters off to the bathroom to wash her hands and clean up, dabbing her inner thighs with damp paper. Lillie hastily packs up her things, making sure to steer clear in case the janitor came by, she felt bad enough, another witness would make it even more horrifying.
She gave a call to her mother, saying she had to finish up for a project and would just head into town from there to meet up with Jena. Her mother cheerfully wishes her a good time, the appreciation of the call obvious in her voice. The shaken sophomore takes the short walk into town, hoping the night would help to distract her.
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Jena waves her friend down, now adorning a plaid green shirt instead of her restricting school uniform, already with a table and chocolate milkshake in front of her. “Hey! Sorry, I think chocolate milkshakes are a weakness of mine and you were a little late.” She gave a warm smile, assuring there were on ill feelings on the late comment.
Lillie timidly waves back and shifts into the adjacent booth to sit across from Jena. The young girl was doing her best to not seem bothered, but simply from a stuttered greeting, Jena gave her strange looks. “H-hey yeah. I just... I just had a project.”
The lie even seemed to sour Lillie’s mouth, it didn’t feel right.
“A... project? This early in the year? Ew, what class is that for?”, Jena very clearly had suspicions, but left them by the wayside for the time being.
“It’s in... in...”, the lie made it so much more difficult. Lillie finally succumbed and folded, letting her have at least part of the story.
Lillie gathers herself before exposing herself, “I a-accidentally embarrassed someone on the soccer team... and they wanted to get me back for it.”
Jena’s left eye twitches at the mere mention of soccer team, “The soccer team? That’s rough, they’re brutal. Are you okay at least?” The hesitation in her voice made it plain she was refraining from asking just what had happened.
“I wasn’t for a few hours, but I’m okay now. They made me pretty upset.” Lillie held her tears welled up in her eyes, managing to hold back the flow.
“Here, want me to make you feel better? I’ve had experience first-hand.” Jena gave a pause and locked her lively yellow eyes with the teary green of Lillie.
“When I was a sophomore I made fun of this one girl behind her back for wearing too much make up and one of her friends told her what I said. I was just sort of gossiping, didn’t mean too much harm by it. Well, turns out she was a starter for the soccer team.”
Jena gave a quick pause while her sophomore friend ordered a vanilla milkshake, furthering her story.
“Huge mistake there, I noticed a few girls give me dirty looks, which I thought was the worst of it. Turns out they had something much more planned for me. We were swimming for gym class and after getting out of the pool, I always liked to shower to get all that chlorine and crap out of my hair. I hopped in the shower stalls they have and closed the door and started rinsing myself off, but when I went for my towel and swimsuit, I watched as it was swiped away before my eyes. I covered myself as best I could and opened the door to catch the culprit and met face to face with like four girls.”
Jena took a quick sip of her milkshake, her face reddening in preperation for the rest of the story.
“I started yelling at them to give it back and called them sick freaks. In hindsight probably wasn’t a good idea. Two of them grabbed my wrists, I tried to fight back, but they had such a good grip. They dragged me to the lockerroom door with me fighting the entire way and tossed me out to the gym. The bitches locked the door behind me, as I stood there naked, freezing, and wet, not sure what to do. I tugged a few times on the door, but with no luck, all I heard was giggling.”
The older girl swirled her spoon around metal cup for the milkshake, now avoiding eye contact. Her yellow eyes seemed grim compared to their usual robust nature.
“Turns out it was worse yet, there was a second gym class that was playing basketball in the main gym. Everyone started laughing or staring, either way I felt too embarrassed to move. I just stood, covering myself as best I could until some boy ran over and gave me his sweatshirt which he had nearby. Funny enough I dated him for a few months, didn’t work out, but strange how the world works, right? Usually when they toy with someone it’s only once then they leave them alone, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”
Jena gave a light-hearted smile accompanied by her now flush cheeks, brushing her dark-hair aside in a short burst of anxiety.
The story eased the tension Lillie felt from her escapade, softening her up to feel more comfortable at the diner. The girls polished off their milkshakes, paid their bill, and walked around the bustling Friday night crowd, getting lost in the nights’ activities. The weekend, as all weekends do, flew by in the blink of an eye with the dreaded Monday rearing its ugly head so soon.
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The morning’s dreary start was only made worse by the pleasant weather that accompanied it, making it a difficult scenary to leave. Lillie gave her long blonde hair a gentle brush while walking and talking to Jena, easily her closest friend since moving to the new school. Lillie gingerly places the usual orange-red flower on her hairband to compliment her usual look. The loud disruptive school bell chimed in on their conversation about gym class, warning of only ten minutes until the day of classes began. The sophomore scurries off to her locker to get her books for her first class, on the way out wishing a goodbye to Jena until gym class.
The girl knew she could make it to class on time, but the rush rattled her adrenaline slightly. She quickly walks to her locker and puts her combination in, it was a hasty stop, getting her book, and going on her way. Only something was different, there was a small package on the top portion of her locker with a note and her name on it. She gave it a curious glance and picked it up to inspect it, reading:
"Lillie,
We’re so sorry for that little accident a few days ago, so we thought we would help you out. Meet us in the 2nd floor girls bathroom with one on after 1st block or our little secret might become everyone’s little secret.
Tata for now."
Lillie cautiously lifts the lid to the cardboard box to have a box of adult diapers be revealed. She strongly shuts the lid to the box and stuffs it into her backpack in a panic. The sophomore feels her face begin to fluster and heat rise in her cheeks. She shifts uncomfortably back and forth for a moment, thinking about what her actions are, with a soft whimper making its way out of her. The happenings of last Friday came creeping back, the memory still haunting her. With a heavy gulp, she proceeded to her first class of the day contemplating faking sick to the nurse. |
OKay, it has been a long time since I've written and posted a story here and it is beyond tearing me apart. I handed this story in as a writing class assignment and I got a good mark on it XD I thought I would upload it here as well.
The wetting was apart of the initial story, though it is used purely as pathos and is incidental to the story. Enjoy :3
P.S This is not a series. If I do use these characters again, it won't be a continued narrative.
Little Boy’s Blues
Looking up into the darkness of my room, I almost felt safe. The walls almost felt warm. Almost pulsating with life. My bruises and cuts were almost healed. Everything just felt… almost. I thought back to a much simpler time. I thought back to the day that I found her: Sasha. I almost breathed her name and a sad smile crossed my face. I beheld her image in my mind’s eye and chuckled at the warm, fuzzy feeling that followed. I looked across the room and looked underneath a lamp on my work desk. The lamp sent its powerful golden streams on my most favorite possessions of Sasha’s: a red ribbon. If time could stand still or go backwards, I would not change a thing.
It began on the last day of school for the week; Friday. A day as happy as Christmas or your birthday. We were free from the prison of school for two whole days. I was smiling ear-to-ear. My best friend, Sasha, and I had made plans for the weekend to go the local pool at the YMCA. She was a black beauty or surely growing into one. She was about five feet tall with chocolate brown skin and jet black hair. She had big, round puppy dog eyes that most girls of her age seem to have had but hers were especially pretty because they held in them a softness that would invite you into her presence without the slightest traces of fear or hesitation. Her lips were thin- almost like a last minute addition to her face. Lastly was that red ribbon she always wore. That ribbon was a part of her. She wore it in her hair every day. It was her calling card, her identity. It was the closest Sasha ever got to expressing her individuality outside of her drawings and paintings. She was a quiet girl and not really capable of holding conversations or even standing up for herself hence I became her friend. Her one and only.
As we picked up our bags from a corner of our fifth grade classroom, I took one last look. Thinking about it now, I’m glad I did. The room was white, smooth as untouched snow. It was dotted with charts that were meant to inspire us and many paintings, most of which were Sasha’s.
“Jake? I’m gonna use the bathroom then we can walk home,” Sasha said, almost whispering to me. Her face turned purple showing her embarrassment at mentioning the bathroom. I laughed it off and she walked away looking nervous.
I walked with her out of the room and down the hall to where there were two burgundy doors. One had a blue square with a stick man at the top and the other that had a stick woman with a triangle skirt. Sasha hesitantly and slowly walked into the room with the stick woman. I waited outside. Ten minutes later, three girls, who looked about two years older than Sasha and I, walked out laughing to each other. I ignored them and they kept laughing- one kept making baby sounds causing the other two to erupt in laughter.
I waited for over fifteen minutes after the obnoxious girls had left before cracking the door and whispering Sasha’s name. I heard soft sobs from inside and called louder. There was no response. I looked around the hall and upon seeing no one. I held my breath and entered the girl’s bathroom. It looked identical to the boys’ except that the checker motif was pink as opposed to blue and there were no urinals.
When I looked on the ground, I saw Sasha sitting, with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped tightly around them. She looked up at me and drew into herself more and cried harder. Her sobs, now actually above a whisper, shattered my heart. Her tears ran down her cheeks like rivulets of diamonds. She looked away from me and continued crying. I could see water flashed around the room wildly and Sasha herself was sitting in a puddle.
“What happened, Sasha?” I asked with concern etched into every fiber of my being.
“Angela took my ribbon and splashed me with water,” she said between her soft, now almost unheard sobs. “Then she pushed me down and called me a baby. Then she and her friends teased me. When I tried to get away to use the toilets, they blocked me and made me pee my pants. Then they called me a baby again and asked if I needed to be changed.”
I sighed angrily and punched the wall, thus hurting my hand. I ignored the pain and extended my other hand to help her up. She looked up at me with a horror that was other worldly. I kneeled down beside her being careful not to touch the puddle of urine and stroked her hair gently.
“Come on Sasha, we have to get out of here. I’m in the girl’s bathroom for crying out loud,” I said in an attempt to be funny. It didn’t work. We sat there for a little and I continued stroking her now ribbon less hair. I could still feel the small gully it created as her hair was used to having the little clip on ribbon in it.
After another ten minutes, her tears subsided and this time I held out my hand, she took it. I helped her up and gave her my sweater to hide her pants. She looked out the door to make sure the coast was clear and she signaled to me that it was. I walked ahead of her and we both made it out of the school without incident.
This walk was oddly quiet. I would catch Sasha stealing glances at me but looked away when I tried to look back. I walked her home and gave her a big hug ignoring her wet pants. If anything, it made her look smaller and all the more adorable. She held on longer than we normally do and this time she looked me squarely in the eyes. She reached her face up to mine and kissed my cheek. It felt surreal. I felt dizzy and almost fell over. She took a step back, searching my eyes for a response. I held her close not really knowing why. It was as if my body went into autopilot and was controlling itself. I kissed her back and so it was my turn to take a step back. We looked into each other’s eyes, not really knowing what to do. I smiled and so did she. After separating, I wordlessly watched her close the door with a smile on my face. I thought about her as I crossed the street and for reasons I cannot fully describe, I felt a little warm inside. When I got home, my mom was there with a knowing frown on her face. My ivory face flushed bright red with embarrassment. She sighed at me and folded her arms.
“Good Afternoon, Jacob D’ Lacey, how was your day at school?” she said, raising a single eye brow.
“Good,” I said and rushed upstairs to my room. I was taking off my backpack when I realized that I did not have my sweater. “Oh no…”
Sasha still had it! I ran back downstairs and my mother stopped me.
“Where is your sweater, young man?” She asked in a manner that was a bit too rhetorical.
Busted.
“My friend has it,” I said, not wanting her to have thoughts about me and Sasha. I did not know why I was scared. Sasha and I had been friends since we were both babies. We grew up together, played together, got bathed together and often slept together in the same crib and eventually bed. I don’t know why us kissing became some kind of secret. Besides, it was on the cheek.
“Why does your friend have your sweater?”
“She was cold,” I lied.
“She?” she asked, trying to hold back a smile.
Caught. Just like that. “Yeah, Sasha has it.” I looked away from my mother.
“Okay. Why didn’t you say that? Go and get it.”
I rushed out of the house and crossed the street. Sasha lived a stone’s throw away and her parents were friends with mine before we were born. I rang her doorbell and her mother came to the door and opened it, holding my now wet sweater in her hand. She looked at me knowingly and sighed but moved away motioning for me to come in. I stepped through the door and heard Sasha’s sobs coming from down the hall in the living room.
“What happened to Sasha today? She won’t tell me,” she said pointedly.
“She had an accident because some girls bullied her and wouldn’t let use the bathroom,” I said, averting my gaze.
Sasha’s mother, whom I called Aunt Zoey, sighed again. She rubbed the back of her neck with her palm and walked up to the living indicating for me to follow. We both got to the living room and saw Sasha sitting on the ground as to protect the furniture.
“Is Jake telling the truth, Sasha?” she asked with a passion that I had not heard before.
“Yes.” the poor girl sobbed, resuming the position I found her in when I went into the bathroom earlier that day. Sasha then recounted the actions of her tormenters and cried fresh tears. Her mother listened and almost broke down herself. I watched as she picked her small daughter off the floor and cradled her, ignoring her daughter’s soaked pants. She called me over and sat me down beside her and sat her daughter in her lap. She thanked me for helping Sasha and I felt like a hero. My ego swelled and stood puffing out my chest feeling like the man that I wasn’t.
On Monday, Sasha and I walked to school and we saw them. Sasha looked into my blue eyes and saw anger. I swelled with rage but Sasha begged me not to do anything. I looked at the ringleader and saw it: the red ribbon. I pointed it out to Sasha and she instantly raised her hand to her hair where the ribbon should have been. She choked back tears and begged me to keep walking. I, however remembering my hero worship from yesterday, could not sit idly by. I dropped my bag and charged the villainess. I tackled her to the ground and heard Sasha scream “NO!” in the background. I ripped the ribbon out of her hair only to be tossed off by her friends. The three of them leapt on top of me and started punching and clawing at me. I ignored the pain I was receiving and searched for Sasha but could not see her. Where is she? I thought frantically, the pain starting to sink in. I was pinned down with my arms extended as if I was nailed to a cross, which left my body wide open for anything they could do. Just before anything else could happen, Sasha appeared as if from nowhere with a teacher at her side. The teacher saw the two girls holding my arms while the third one stood over me. The ringleader- the blonde haired and blue eyed demon- made a face meant to show anger but it was twisted in evil. The other two let go of me and I ran over to Sasha.
The ring leader then pointed at me and began crying, clutching at her side “That boy knocked me down and stole my ribbon, right out of my hair,” she cried. Her friends came to her defense and made me look as if I were the bad guy.
They jumped around, flailing their arms and yelling over top of each other, even going as far as to make things up. Unfortunately for me, the teacher listened to their plight and pointed toward the school building with a stern look on her face. She made a motion, trying to grab onto my shirt but missed. I tried to give Sasha her ribbon but could not. The teacher slapped my hand when I reached back and Sasha wept silently, mouthing ‘It’s okay’ to me.
As we sat in the office, I clutched onto the ribbon and drowned out the aching pain in my body from the abuse, I ignored the principal’s annoying, monotone drone of a voice and the burning sensation of the cuts that had been inflicted upon me. I did hear him mention that all four of us would be suspended for the rest of the week and that was when my pride was hurt. I squeezed the little red ribbon harder and when we were turned out of the office; my mother was there, waiting.
She looked at me covered in bruises and cuts and instead of being angry with me; she wrapped her arms around me, seeing the ribbon in my hand, and walked me home with a sad smile. |
Hello, new kid on the block here. This is a response to abbyzelda’s request for an EEnE story way back when. Pretty old request, I know, but I really wanted to do it. Keep in mind this is my first try at fanfiction so bear with me. Well, here goes!
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“More tea, Miss Sarah?”
“Yes please, Jimmy”
The young boy smiled as he poured some tea into the cup his best friend was holding. They were as usual, having one of their pretend tea parties with their dollies. However, today was a special one in honour of Mr. Yum Yum’s birthday. So far Sarah and Jimmy had each drank three and five cups each, respectively. Let’s just say, if the tea had been champagne Jimmy would have been more then a little tipsy.
“Mmm, divine” Jimmy said as he took a dainty sip from his own cup. However, as soon as he did so he felt a twinge in his bladder and he tightened his already crossed legs. Jimmy had forgotten to use the bathroom right before leaving his house and going to Sarah’s, and of course the fact that he was drinking his sixth cup of tea didn’t help matters. He’d felt these jolts starting roughly from his second cup of tea. Each one causing significantly more discomfort. However, Jimmy felt like it might be impolite to leave during the middle of there tea party so he ignored the urge and didn’t say a word.
After a little while, Sarah decided to wrap up their tea party, and so they put all the dollies away and headed downstairs to paint and draw some pictures. Going down the stairs was not a pleasant experience for poor Jimmy; each step causing the urine in his bladder to slosh around like a washing machine, and his tight fitting white pants weren’t doing him any favors either.
He sucked in air through his teeth as he finally reached the bottom step. Then, he saw it, Right in the corner by the kitchen. The bathroom door. He was beyond delighted. However, as he saw Sarah heading into the living room carrying all the art supplies, he realized he was too embarrassed to admit that he had to go. He didn’t know why. Jimmy had used the bathroom there plenty of times before. But now that it was pretty close to urgent, there was something different about it. He tugged on the bottom of Sarah’s shirt, and when she turned around, timidly pointed towards the closed bathroom door.
“Um, I have to…” He trailed off, looking at the ground and turning slightly pink. It took a few seconds for Sarah to understand what he meant.
“You have to go to the bathroom?” She asked. He nodded quickly, still not making eye contact. “All right, go ahead, Jimmy. I’ll wait for you in the living room” She started walking away. Relieved but embarrassed, Jimmy quickly grabbed the knob of the door…but was shocked when it didn’t turn.
“What the-” He tried it a couple of times, but to no avail. He crossed his legs tightly. “Sarah!”
He walked uncomfortably to the living room, sliding his hand in between his legs a couple of times. Sarah had set up the canvases and the watercolour paints, as well as crayons and white sheets of paper splayed on the ground.
She looked up from her purple butterfly. “What is it, Jimmy?”
“T-the door, it won’t open, I-I tried turning the knob…I think it’s locked!” Jimmy was sweating in agitation. The false hope of seeing the bathroom door had severely weakened his bladder muscles, and now he was desperately in need of a toilet.
Sarah looked confused for a second, but then remembered. “Oh yeah! My dad said something about having to fix the faucet. He locked the bathroom when he left to go to work this morning, something about it being unsafe and off limits. You can use my stupid brother’s bathroom, but I doubt you want to go in there” Sarah frowned, obviously disgusted by the repugnant state of Ed’s basement dwelling.
Jimmy shook his head. “It’s all right, I can hold it” He said, although he wasn’t too sure.
Sarah flashed a wide smile. “Great! I’ll go get us some juice, then. And maybe some of those fudge things we love so much…” She trailed off as she wandered into the kitchen.
As soon as she was out of sight, Jimmy crossed one of his legs over the other. Then when that did little to relieve his pain he jammed a hand into his crotch; sighing softly at the temporary solace this provided. He thought briefly about taking advantage of Sarah’s absence and running off to use the bathroom at his house. He could figure out some excuse later, but right now getting to relieve his aching bladder was the most important step! He glanced several times at the entrance door, wondering if he should really do it. Just split like that. But something kept him screwed firmly to the spot. After deciding that he would never have the guts to run away, he at least tried to savour the moment of temporary relief before Sarah returned.
“Here are the snacks!”
Jimmy immediately re-positioned himself when he heard Sarah’s voice floating into the living room. He lay down on the carpet; already starting to regret not bursting out of the house when he’d had the chance. Sarah set down a juice box next to Jimmy’s horizontal body as she wandered back to her own picture. The blonde boy began to sweat just from looking at the juice box. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on; his small bladder was about as frail and weak as he was. His hand trembling, he slowly brought the straw to his lips and took a long painful sip.
“Y-yum” He stammered, forcing a smile. He shifted his weight around on the carpet. Now the urge was becoming more and more great and less and less optional. Sarah hummed to herself as she worked on her painting. Jimmy tried to concentrate on his own drawing as well, but his impatient bladder kept giving him a hard time.
“Holy mackerel, I’ve never had to go this bad!” He thought, almost about to cry.
He fiddled anxiously with his retainer, he tried with all his might to coach his bladder to stay strong. But it was difficult; since his current position pressed his stomach hard against the floor. Eventually Sarah noticed how much Jimmy was squirming and became a little concerned.
“Hey Jimmy, are you okay?” She asked. “Your wriggling around a lot”
Normally Jimmy didn’t mind when Sarah looked out for him, it was one of the reasons he really cherished there friendship. But this time he could only be reminded of his embarrassing situation.
“Um, it’s just this carpet. It’s really itchy. I think it’s giving me a rash” Jimmy lied, hoping this lie could convince Sarah.
“Oh! Well why didn’t you say so? Come on then, let’s go play outside. These paintings need time to dry anyways” She put down her paintbrush and started to walk towards the door.
“Coming, Sarah!” Jimmy said, getting up as carefully as he could. He could not be more relieved. Now they would go outside and Jimmy could pretend his mother was calling him and be able to go home.
Sarah and Jimmy stepped out into the cul-de-sac. It was a wonderful sunny day, so all the kids were doing something outside. The Eds were-yet again-working on some new scam, Jonny was running around with Plank, Kevin and Rolf were shooting hoops while Nazz cheered them on by the side. Jimmy chewed his lip; he’d been hoping he could be able to sneak a few grabs while walking behind Sarah, but now it would be nearly impossible with the rest of their friends right there. Sarah grabbed Jimmy’s hand.
“Come on, Jimmy, let’s go play hopscotch!” She started to run over to the opposite sidewalk, Jimmy stumbling behind. He automatically brought a hand between his legs. The running really wasn’t helping with his struggle. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his body reached its quantity limit and then his clothes would have to pay the price.
He swallowed as he watched Sarah skipping in between the chalk lines, not at all looking forward to his own turn. He pressed his knees together, trying to somehow ignore the massive pain raiding his body.
“Your turn Jimmy!”
He looked at Sarah’s expectant smile, hesitating for a moment about weather this was really a good idea. He glanced all the way to his house, wishing he were inside right now in his cozy, familiar bathroom. Going against his better judgement he halfhartedly skipped towards the end of the hopscotch track, biting down hard on his lip as he felt the water inside him jostling around more in his belly. Suddenly, as he completed his third jump, Jimmy felt drops of yellow liquid staining his rainbow patterned underwear.
He stiffened his entire body, luckily managing to prevent any more from escaping. However, he took that as a warning and his cue to leave. Finally working up the courage Jimmy started to come up with an excuse:
“Um, I just remembered. My mom said I had to do some chores, so I should probably get going-”
Suddenly, Jimmy was interrupted by a loud whistle. This caught everyone’s attention, and instantly, the entire cul-de-sac-including a dismayed Jimmy-turned there heads towards the source of the sound, which in this case was Eddy standing on top of some kind of crate with a megaphone in his hand. He brought the megaphone to his lips and started to introduce there latest scam:
“Listen up suckers, I mean patrons. Bored and thirsty and looking for a new game? Then come and play Ed’s Punch-a-Mania!”
He gestured over to his front yard. Unfortunately, Ed was standing in the way and blocked everything.
“Ed, get out of the way” Eddy hissed. Edd sheepishly grabbed Ed’s arm and yanked him away to reveal a counter with a giant pitcher of punch and several cups split into three sections. Behind the counter were three stools.
“Whichever one of our lovely contestants can drink the most punch in three minutes will win a jawbreaker!” He jumped off the crate and pointed to the area by the counter, where a white spherical object was sitting on a carpet made to look fancy.
“Dude, that looks like paper mache” Nazz commented, observing closely at the “jawbreaker”
Eddy nervously tugged on his collar, then loudly cleared his throat, forcing everyone’s attention back to him. “So anyways, only twentyfive cents to play! Who’s going to be Peach Creek’s Punch Gulping Champion?”
Jimmy couldn’t believe his ears.
“No, this is bad, this is really bad!” He thought frantically. Of all the times to get scammed, and such an inconveniant one right now. He glanced desperately at Sarah, praying that she would just say “This is stupid! Let’s go, Jimmy” But to his horror, she seemed to be considering the offer, albeit skepticly.
“A drinking contest? Get real” Kevin snapped. “You dorks are crazy if you think anyone’s going to-”
“I’ll do it!” Jonny eagerly jumped at the opportunity. “Here. Hold Plank” He handed his trusted sidekick over to Kevin, who groaned.
“That’s one!” Eddy cried, eyeing the quarter in his palm.
“Can I play?” Ed asked, enthusiastically bouncing up and down.
“In your wet dreams, monobrow!”
“Rolf will partake” Said Rolf, stepping up towards the counter after paying the price. “This liquid consumption competition is traditional in Rolf’s country”
“That’s two!!”
“Would anyone else care to participate?” Edd asked weakly. “There’s one more spot available. I realize this isn’t the most health beneficial activity-”
Sarah immediately perked up at the sound of her “boyfriend’s” voice. “I’ll play, Double D!” She grinned, pulling a quarter out of her pocket. Jimmy was relieved that, although he would have to stay a little longer to support his friend, at least he wouldn’t be the one doing any more drinking. He just hoped the contest wouldn’t take too long; right now, his quivering bladder was about to collapse.
Eddy snickered and started whispering to Edd, unaware that Sarah could hear every word he was saying.
“Go figure, the Iron Lady wants to step up. I bet her sissy boyfriend is too wimpy to handle a little punch” He snickered.
Edd started to panic and sweat. “Eddy, Sarah is within close proximity!” Eddy turned to see a fuming Sarah growling at him.
“Yeah? I’ll show you who’s sissy, fathead!!!” She yelled. “If I can do it, so can Jimmy!”
“Fine! Prove it then, squirt! Let him play instead!!!”
“I WILL!!!!” Sarah grabbed Jimmy’s arm and pulled him towards the counter. “Come on, Jimmy, you can do it. Show that loser you’re not a wimp-” She was about to drag him to the spot besides Rolf, but was blocked by Eddy.
“Ah ah ah! Cash first” He said, holding out his palm.
Sarah groaned while rolling her eyes and slapped a quarter onto Eddy’s eager hand. Then she made a reluctent Jimmy take his spot behind the counter. “I’m rooting for you, Jimmy” She whispered to him before running to the place where the other kids were watching.
Jimmy, meanwhile, was devastated. He couldn’t believe he was being dragged into this. Now he was very close to the stage that he was about to lose it. “S-Sarah, wait! I can’t-” But he was unfortunately interrupted by Eddy’s loud voice.
“On your marks, get set, DRINK!”
Instantly, Rolf and Jonny started to down the cups of punch while the other kids cheered. Jimmy was sweating. He stared down at the cups, sweating and becoming even paler then he already was; the sweet drink inside the cup was almost mocking him. He knew that there was no chance he could drink all that punch and not have an accident. He was having enough trouble standing still and not crossing his legs as it is. But now Sarah was counting on him; he didn’t want to let her down. And the fact that Eddy had ridiculed him made him angry; that gave him the determination he needed to pick up the cup and gulp it down in a manner of seconds. As Kevin would say, he would show that dork!
The kids continued cheering as the contest swept on. Finally, the three minutes passed.
“TIME’S UP!!!”
The three contestants-who incidentally were also three members of the Urban Rangers-took their last drink and exhaustedly slammed down their cup.
“Jimmy wins!” Announced Ed. All the kids clapped and cheered, except for Eddy. Jonny and Rolf bowed down to Jimmy, who had drank ten cups of punch.
Jimmy was surprised, but by then he could barely think straight. He had no idea what had come over him to drink so much, and how on earth he’d managed to hold on for this long, but now his bladder was literally about to burst. He didn’t care about winning. He just had to leave, now. He could already feel his underwear growing wet again, and he knew he didn’t have a lot of time. It was then that Jimmy decided-in the midst of extreme desperation-that he was going to tell everyone he had to use the bathroom. After all, he did just drink ten cups of punch so it wasn’t like anyone would be particularly surprised. He felt barely capable of walking five metres, let alone all the way to his house since he was so full, but he’d find a way hopefully.
But before he could do anything, Eddy swaggered up to Jimmy and held out his hand.
“I’m sorry I underestimated you, twerp” He said with a smile. “I guess you really are capable of winning. Why don’t we let bygones be bygones?”
Jimmy honestly didn’t care about Eddy anymore, he just wanted to get out of there. So without even looking at him, he reached out to shake Eddy’s hand. Little did he know that Eddy was wearing his infamous electric ring, so when their hands touched Jimmy literally got the shock of his life.
“Owie!”
“Ha, what a sap!” Eddy laughed hysterically, pointing at Jimmy.
Unfortunately, that was all Jimmy was able to handle. Suddenly, he began to lose control as pee slowly began to flood into his undies. The yellow streams gushed down his pant legs and began to trickle into a puddle underneath his feet. Then, Eddy noticed the dripping noise and looked down to see the now enormous puddle surrounding Jimmy and Jimmy’s soaked trousers. He gasped, and it wasn’t long before everyone else turned towards Jimmy and could see the accident that was happening before there eyes. They all stood in shocked silence as Jimmy’s pants became almost completely a noticeable glistening silver. Finally, it was over, and for a short while everyone stood in stunned silence, until Eddy broke it:
“What a baby!”
Almost instantly, the kids erupted into a chorus of laughter, all except Nazz who seemed very concerned, Edd who was too courteous to laugh at Jimmy’s expense, and Sarah who was still in complete shock over what just happened.
Meanwhile, Jimmy could feel his vision fogging and his lip trembling. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. The taunting and teasing seemed endless.
“Oh God, it smells so bad!”
“Oh dear, how unsanitary!” Edd cried, stepping as far away from the puddle as possible.
“Plank’s right! Jimmy DOES need potty training!”
That was all Jimmy was able to take. With a swift motion, he hastily turned and ran away from the group of kids. He could still hear the mocking chants and the laughter as he exited the cul-de-sac.
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“What a baby! A baby…baby…baby…”
Eddy’s cruel insult echoes in Jimmy’s head as the boy rocks slowly back and forth on the park swing, tears dripping down onto his already soaked trousers. He can’t believe how he’d just made a complete fool of himself in front of everyone. He’d always been somewhat accident prone, but this gave that phrase a whole new meaning. Forget the Eds, he knows he is going to be teased for a long time to come. But that’s not even the worst part. Sarah was there. His best friend had watched as he hopelessly lost control like a little kid. He didn’t know how he could ever face her again.
Jimmy buries his head into his hands as he starts sobbing. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching. He wipes his face with his sleeve, but doesn’t dare to look up.
“Please don’t let it be Eddy, or Kevin” He thought.
The footsteps get closer.
“I swear, if its one of those Kankers…”
Jimmy feels a hand on his shoulder. He still doesn’t look to see who it is.
“And please, please, please don’t let it be-”
“Hey”
Jimmy looks up and sees his best friend sitting on the next swing, smiling at him. Just the mere sight of Sarah causes him to start crying all over again, his shoulders shaking as the tears poured down his cheeks.
“Its okay, Jimmy”
Jimmy is surprised that she’s there to comfort him. He would have thought she’d be disgusted, offended. Or worse, disappointed.
“They…they were laughing at me, Sarah” Jimmy chokes out, sniffling.
“Forget about them. Their idiots. But tell me, Jimmy, why didn’t you just tell me you had to go?” She asks him with a bit of irritation in her voice.
Jimmy doesn’t know how to answer that. “Because I’m an idiot, and a coward, and I don’t deserve to have you as a friend” He thought sullenly. But he instead chooses to go with something less extreme. “I…thought I could make it?” He glances at her sheepishly.
“Well, no more drinking contests or tea parties for you, mister!” Sarah teased. “Not for a while.” She then does something Jimmy would never have expected. She gets up from the swing and holds out her hand in front of Jimmy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
Jimmy takes her hand and slowly gets up, feeling uncomfortable in his soggy trousers. As they are about to walk away, Jimmy suddenly stops. Hesitatingly, he asks “Um, Sarah? Are we…still friends?”
Sarah slowly begins to smile. “Of course, Jimmy. We’ll always be friends” Jimmy smiles back. Somehow that makes him feel a lot better. To know that despite the humiliating accident and the fact that he was going to get made fun of for who knows how long, at least he has someone on his side.
They climb over the playground fence and begin their way back to the cul-de-sac, hand in hand.
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Hmm, me thinks it’s too short. Anyhow, this isn’t really my best work. I was trying VERY hard to keep them in character, but I think that all fell apart by the end. Comments are appreciated! |
Hey everyone, Pinkglitter16 here! This is my first diaper fanfic so gimme a break. This is about a girl named Wren. Hope you like!
Diapers Part 1!
By:Pinkglitter16
I ran up to my doorstep and fumbled with my keys. I was 5 minutes late and my mom was strict about my curfew. Also I had to pee so bad! Maybe I drank one too many cokes at the party?
I finally opened the door and crept inside the house. I quietly shut the door and started up for my room.
"Where do you think your going young lady?" I froze and turned around to look at my mom.
"H-Hi mom!" I said nervously.
"Your past your curfew."
"O-Only by five minutes!"
"Five minutes!FIVE MINUTES!" Ugh, here we go again!
"I know, I know! Someone could have taken me in that time! Never happen again!" I started back to my room.
"Come back here young lady!" My mom said in a gentler tone. I walked over to her.
"Yes?"
"I love you and you know that." She kisses my fore-head."Now go straight to bed"
I go and go up to my room and I flop on my bed then take my sweatshirt off.
I fall asleep soon not knowing what would happen tomorrow.
The Dream
I was at school in nothing but my underwear. I had to pee so badly! I placed my hands on my crotch and hoped the feeling would go away. I started walking down the long hallway.Just as I got to the end I saw
the ladies room with a Out of order sign on it. A squirt of my pee fell on my hands.
I looked around and saw a door to outside. I went out the door and saw a water fountain with a water jet.
Another squirt off pee escaped and hit my hands. There were trees and bushes everywhere. No one was in sight so I went behind a bush and stood behind it preparing to squat.
I was still holding my crotch but a small gust of wind blew my hair in my face. I took my hands away to push the hair back but bad idea. My bladder gained control and pee burst out soaking my panties yellow and hitting the ground, hard. Pee ran down my legs and the ground soaked it up like a sponge.
A good 20 seconds later I was still peeing at full force. My pee was trickled down my legs making a small wet puddle around me.My pee started thinning out until it came to a complete stop. I was a complete mess.
Bladder empty, yes, but a mess.
Reality
I woke up at 7 in the morning all wet. Not understanding why I looked down at my bed and saw it was completely soaked along with my jeans. I had fully wet the bed!
I heard a knock at the door.
"Honey, I'm coming in!" Uh,Oh. How do I explain this to mom?
"Honey It's 7:30 your singing class start in-" she stopped when she saw me and my bed.
"Oh,Honey what happened?"
"I-I peed the bed mom..." She got this stern look on her face.
"That will not be tolerated in my house. Into my bathroom.NOW."
I had no idea what the heck she was doing but I went to her bathroom anyways.
She told me to take off my jeans and panties. i had no idea why but i did as I was told.
She walked out of her closet holding something. Was that? Oh,no it was! A package of Pampers for teens.
"Now You'll need these to keep you from wetting your panties again." She sat down in between my thighs and put a pair of Pampers on me. I could feel my face reddening.
"Now now darling, you just have to wear these for a week!
School Day
I stepped out of my car wearing a green sundress that came just below the knee and had lots of pink and yellow flowers on it. this was the first day of wearing my diaper in public.
I walked into the schoolyard looking for Bloom. She was my best Friend for LIFE! She's had plenty of accidents before!(I'm gonna make some Fics of bloom. She has red hair and blue eyes)
"Well there you are!" A familiar voice said.
"Bloom!You'll never BELIEVE what happened!" I said hugging her. I told her all about the dream, the wetting, my mom's reaction.
"...And now I have to wear diapers for a week!"
"Don't worry!They'll be more comfortable before you know it! Besides it's not that bad!You don't have to worry about long lines for the bathroom or stuff!" She said soothing me.
"Come on Bloom time for class!" I said feeling some weight on my bladder. We walked into Ms. Ember's classroom. We sat down in our usual seats and class started.
I lasted all through periods 1,2,3&4,lunch,5&6, and 7! My bladder really,really,REALLY hurt now like a water balloon. And Mr. Alfea doesn't give students bathroom passes. We sat down in class and started the lesson.
I tapped my foot quietly under my bladder pressure. It took everything in me not to hold my crotch. A warm, quick stream of pee dripped into my diaper but went away.
I took a deep breath as I fought the urge not to pee. It would be in my diaper anyways so whats the point in holding it? Oh, yeah.To show mom I don't need a diaper.
My dam of pee was about to burst and leak, but I controlled my bladder. Just as long as i didn't get in front of the class i would be fine.
"Ms. Wren would you like to solve this equation?" Aw,Crap. I looked at the problem before getting up.
218 x 311. I could TOTALLY do this! But then I thought of leaking. But I'm wearing a diaper!But i have to show mom! But i have to pee. OH!Decisions, decisions!
"Um,Today please Ms. Wren"
I sighed and shakily got up out of my desk and started to walk toward the board. I glanced around the brightly lit classroom before I continued. My dam cracked and a thin trickle of pee came out before turning into a stream. My diaper was tight and my desk was in the 8th row.
My bladder felt a little relieved. Then I stopped peeing for a bit. i started and was three fourths into the equation when another trickle of pee escaped. i didn't stop or show acknowledgement I just kept doing the equation.
When I got back to my desk my bladder was still quiet full. I sat down and then I lost complete control over my bladder. I started peeing at full force into the diaper. The warm urine kept flowing and flowing and the diaper didn't even leak.
Soon my bladder was empty and my diaper full and i walked home feeling wet and childish.My mom met me at the door.
"Hello dear! Lets go change your diapy then!"
So what do you think? Please comment and tell me where Wren's next place to pee at is!
Will it be: The park,
The Movies,
Or Home?
Please give me your thoughts on this! |
Hi everyone. This new story is taking such a long time to complete, I though I'd post it in chapters. Doing it this way might also motivate me to get the rest of it finished! This is part 1, and part 2 is nearly ready to go (unless I decide to completely change it ... again!) I would love to know what you all think so far, good bad or indifferent. I'll aim to have part 2 posted by next weekend, or sooner if I get any positive comments! Just as a side note, although this story continues on from the previous 2 stories I wrote about Megan and Sarah, you don't need to have read them to know what's going on. For anyone that's interested, the links to the previous 2 can be found here:
https://omorashi.org/topic/9077-the-first-desperate-encounter/
https://omorashi.org/topic/9635-megan-and-sarah-public-humiliation/
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Chapter 1
Megan hobbled through an eerily silent nightclub, hunched over and desperate for relief. The dance floor was packed, a throng of mute partygoers bopping soundlessly to absolute silence. Megan’s high heels clipped rhythmically across the dance floor, the only sound in the room, as she pushed and shoved her way through the dense crowd. She had been busting to pee for hours, her bladder now a swollen protruding balloon inside her usually flat abdomen. Shivering under the strain, a wave of pressure began to build, pushing down on her tiring sphincter and forcing her to an abrupt stop. Glancing around, everyone’s eyes were fixed on her as they laughed and snickered, always in total silence. She tried to speak to them, to plead for help, but her words wouldn’t come. In a last valiant attempt to hold back a sizzling jet of fragrant urine, she crossed her legs, wrapping them around one another, frantically squeezing her delicate vagina with the tops of her shapely thighs. She held her breath, feeling her pee come to the very brink. Forcing her trembling muscles to clench shut, her whole body was tensed, straining and shuddering as she fought against an overwhelming urge to simply wet herself. Cradling her solid bladder with both hands, she soothed and caressed it as the peak of the pressure subsided just a fraction. With enough control to risk moving again, she limped off, stumbling down a secluded corridor away from the other partygoers. Shuffling onwards, she winced as every footstep threatened to make the urine explode from her lips. The club’s main hall now behind her, she scanned her surroundings, desperate to find any clue for the location of the bathrooms. Just then, on the edge of hearing, was the distant sound of a flushing toilet. She winced at the thought of release, bending forward at the waist, urgently trying to make more room for her frantic bladder inside her petite frame. She glanced around, searching for the source of the noise, for somewhere to finally be able to pee. She struggled forward down the seemingly never ending corridor, unable to stand up straight, whimpering softly under her breath. One foot in front of the other, she soldiered on until a different sound whispered into her mind. She could hear someone peeing, the unmistakable hiss of another woman releasing her golden liquid. She knew she must be close. Slowing to a stop she stood breathless and confused for a moment, straining her ears to listen. Her wee was now on the edge of involuntary release, and her muscles began to falter. Plunging her hand down inside her knickers, she grasped her vagina and began to massage her slit with her fingertips. Not long now, just hold on. As the wave of desperation reached its peak, she kneaded and squeezed her womanhood, curtsying deeply to hold back the flood. She had to pee, right now.
Sarah took her eyes off the monotony of the motorway and glanced over to the passenger seat, admiring the beauty of the woman she had come to love. As the weeks had gone by, Megan had become more than just a good friend. She had become her lover, and someone she was beginning to realise could make her happy for the rest of her life. The car journey so far had been long and tedious, and the 5am start this morning had proved to be a struggle. But, now they were nearing their destination, she knew it would all be worth it. Sarah watched as Megan tossed her head from side to side, still sound asleep and breathing heavily. She could tell that Megan was dreaming, and longed to be able to take a peek inside her head. Hoping the dream was about her, she returned her focus back to the road, pushing down on the accelerator.
Wave after wave of desperation washed over Megan as she finally neared the end of the corridor, her eyes darting back and forth in a panicked search for the bathroom. The hissing was growing louder and she prayed that relief was close. If it wasn’t, she knew it was game over. Her pee was about to jet out, into her knickers if nowhere more suitable, and she would be powerless to stop it. With fingers now crammed permanently against her pussy, the fabric of her underwear bunching up between her lips, the conscious decision to hold it in would soon be taken away from her. With trembling buttocks and erratic breathing, her fingertips continued to knead her flawless vulva as she plodded on, helpless and half bent overt. Knowing she was out of time, she prayed for a miracle.
Following the directions from the satnav, Sarah flicked on the indicator and turned the steering wheel, leaving the motorway behind them. With just 20 miles to go, the glittering lights and thrilling rides of their journey’s end was finally in sight. Sarah looked over at Megan, still asleep but obviously very restless. She had a pretty good idea what was making her uncomfortable. There was a good chance it was the 2 large glasses of juice and 4 cups of tea she had plied her with at breakfast. For the last few miles Megan had been moaning softly to herself, both hands resting in her lap, fidgeting in her seat. With the journey coming to an end soon, Sarah knew the fun was only just beginning. In a bid to alleviate the boredom, she clicked on the radio and began to hum along to the tune.
With a last explosion of energy, Megan staggered through a set of doors and finally burst into the bathroom, the heavenly sight of a toilet cubicle almost too much for her distended bladder to take. Already edging the waistband of her leggings down her bum, she lurched towards the cubicle door. The hissing sound was now almost deafening, teasing and tormenting her as she pushed the cubicle door open. The loo, a shining beacon of hope, came into view, but that hope drained in a heartbeat when she saw Sarah was already sitting on it, wetting hard and fast with a smug grin on her face. Megan’s leggings and knickers now round her knees, she stumbled forward, her pee holding muscles on the brink of failure. Pleading with Sarah to hurry up, her words were lost to the deafening roar of Sarah’s sizzling vagina, pee squirting unrelentingly from her body and splashing loudly into the bowl. Megan inched closer, her bursting pussy just inches from Sarah’s face. Without warning Sarah reached behind Megan and began to fondle her bum, pulling her even closer. Megan, too overcome with desperation, was powerless to stop her. With tears running down her face, her body bucked and writhed as she fought against the tidal wave of wee that was about to erupt from her. Her bladder contracted and shuddered, desperately attempting to push out the urine, just as Sarah began to massage her clit with her tongue. Her knees almost buckled from the overwhelming pleasure, but the stimulation was short lived, abruptly withdrawn and replaced instead with a set of probing fingers. Megan looked down in horror as she felt Sarah began to part her lips with her fingertips, holding her open so her urethra twinkled in the dim light. It was too much to take, and at last she felt it begin to happen. Her body, unable to endure any more punishment, was taking matters into its own hands. As the pee began to slip down her urethra….
… she opened her eyes. Megan sat bolt upright and jammed her hands between her legs, but not before a tiny droplet of warm pee bubbled from her pee hole. She felt it disperse inside her lips, trickling downward and slickening her pussy. Sarah looked over and shot Megan a wide smile.
“Hi honey, you have a good sleep?”
Megan didn’t respond and instead tried to rationalise what had just happened. The memory of her dream was already fading, replaced instead with the very real awareness that her bladder was about to explode its contents into the crotch of her frilly knickers. In a groggy haze, she continued to press her fingers up hard between her legs, massaging her lips in a desperate attempt to stop a long jet of liquid bursting from her body.
"How much further? I could really do with a wee … like, soon." Megan blurted, her mind still muzzy. She bounced up and down in her seat as if to emphasise the point.
"We won't be long now, another 20 minutes or so.”
Megan glanced at her watch and felt her face flush red from embarrassment. How had she let herself get into this situation ... again! Although Sarah had officially been her girlfriend for several weeks now, Sarah’s opinion of her mattered more than anything in the world. If she lost control of her bodily functions, what would she think? The memory of the last time she wet herself, just a few weeks ago in a crowded nightclub, was still a shining beacon of embarrassment for her, and she had to avoid a repeat of that at all cost. It was almost 9am, and she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the last time she visited the toilet. It was at home, just before 5 this morning, and it had felt so good! She fantasised about it, about how the stream had started slowly before growing into a gushing deluge that parted her vagina as it shot from her body, hissing loudly as it cascaded into the water below. The feeling of relief as her bladder pushed the last droplets from her had been heavenly, far removed from the heavy stinging ache she was experiencing now. If she knew then how desperate she would be after just a few hours, she would have savoured and enjoyed the relief while it had lasted.
A few minutes passed with Megan gazing out of the passenger window, trying to act nonchalant. But however hard she tried to hide it, her body language portrayed the true picture. There were no two ways about it, Megan was bursting, and subconsciously her body was screaming it to the world. Sarah glanced over and drank in one of the most erotic sights she had ever witnessed. Megan was sitting awkwardly in her seat, slightly more bent forward than usual, her thumb covertly holding the seat belt from her abdomen. She was trembling slightly, which could be heard in her breathing as her desperately full bladder waged war against her struggling sphincter. Her legs were clenched together and the muscles in her thighs were tensing rhythmically. Sarah smiled to herself as the familiar ache of arousal swept over her body, nervous butterflies suddenly taking flight in her stomach. She fantasised about kissing and teasing every inch of Megan’s perfect young body, feeling her wriggle and writhe as she fought to stop the pee erupting from between her legs. Her pussy tingled with excitement, but she knew that if she played her cards right, the next few hours had the potential to become even more mind blowing. She reigned in the fantasy and returned as much concentration as she could prise away from Megan, back to the road.
Megan grit her teeth and her whole body tensed as the car bumped across a deep pot hole. As if coming to a decision, Megan started to rummage through her bag. There had to be some kind of container in there somewhere. Something, anything she could pee into! "I’m sorry," Megan moaned, hoping she was keeping the trembling out of her voice, "but I really need to pee!"
“Babe, we’ll be there in 15 minutes! Stop being a child, I’m sure you can hold it.” Sarah retorted, trying to strike a balance between sternness and concern, but completely failing to convey any concern at all.
Another brief period of silence descended on the couple. Megan suddenly felt humiliated and ashamed, but strangely, even more attracted to Sarah than ever before. It felt like she had just been told off by her favourite teacher, something she always managed to avoid back at school. Perhaps it would have been fun to have been a naughty girl after all. She sat and thought for a moment, gazing at Sarah through pleading eyes.
“Please stop, I don’t think I can wait.” whispered Megan almost to herself, knowing full well that Sarah would refuse anyway. Her bladder felt heavy and swollen, a renewed surge of pressure bearing down on her taught muscles. Tentatively, as if hoping Sarah wouldn’t notice, she continued with a one-handed search of the bag, the other still kneading her vagina though her tight leggings. Finding a half empty water bottle tucked away in one of the pockets, she looked at it suspiciously, assessing its suitability. It was small, just 500ml, and the opening was even smaller, but it would have to do. Getting rid of its current contents, she gulped down the water, filling her cheeks before letting the liquid slip down her throat. She hadn’t realised until then how thirsty she was.
“What are you doing? You’ll never be able to pee into that, you’ll just have to hold it!”
Megan heard the comment, but chose to ignore it. The possibility of finding something to pee into had made her think about relief, and in her mind she was already weeing full force into the small bottle. She knew Sarah wouldn’t like it, but what choice did she have? The only other alternative was to wet the seat, and she figured Sarah would really hate that idea. Unbuckling her belt, she gently scooched to the edge of her seat and glanced over to Sarah before edging down her leggings, stopping when they were round her knees. Sarah was glaring at her and feeling more than slightly miffed that days of planning were going to end with such an anti-climax. A desperate Megan had been a recurring fantasy for a very long time, long before they had even got together. It was a conversation, however, that she hadn’t yet had the bravery to broach, which meant Megan was still totally in the dark about Sarah’s fetish. The thought alone sent Sarah wild with lust and desire, and she had to think of something fast to make her hold on longer. Pulling the crotch of her knickers to one side, Megan graced Sarah with a brief glimpse of her most intimate region. Desperate for a better view, Sarah leaned over, staring fixedly at the perfect folds of skin between Megan’s legs. Every time she saw it, Sarah was always stunned by its flawless perfection, and knowing a litre of hot pee was about to burst out of it made it look even hotter than usual.
“Don’t get my seat wet! That’s expensive leather!” Sarah shouted in a final attempt to persuade her to hold it.
Megan wriggled forward some more and held the bottle under her, trying to keep her hand steady. Sensing she had a distinct lack of aim, she teased her lips apart with her fingertips, getting a sudden sense of déjà vu as a brief snippet of her dream flitted into her consciousness. It was taking all her strength and willpower to stop her trembling vulva from gushing fluid into the foot well. Guessing roughly the location of her pee hole, Megan brought the bottle closer and held her breath.
Sarah knew it was now or never, and as if having her prayers answered, a loud siren and a set of blue flashing lights abruptly broke the trance she was in. Returning her focus back to the road, Sarah panicked when she saw she had allowed the car to drift into the oncoming lane. Quickly correcting her mistake they lurched to the left, throwing Megan off balance. Dropping the bottle and releasing her lips, Megan groped for the door handle for support. Failing to grab hold, she was instead ruthlessly flung back into her seat, her fragile bladder bouncing painfully inside her abdomen. Megan, shocked by the sudden drama, felt her heart begin to race as the car screeched and fishtailed. Tyres squealing, Megan closed her eyes and held on for dear life. |
Chapter 2
Megan heard her heart beating in her ears, and felt it drumming in her bladder as the car came to an abrupt stop, apparently without colliding into anything. Breathing hard, she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer, silently praying she was still dreaming.
"Oh shit, that was close!” Sarah said, her voice hoarse from the sudden rush of adrenaline. “Are you alright?”
Megan didn’t answer. Instead of feeling relief that they were both relatively unharmed, she felt an ever increasing sense of panic rising up from her stomach. She was so utterly bursting for a wee, and had been so close to relief, being denied at the last moment was almost more than she could stand. She took a deep breath, but regretted it instantly when a pang of discomfort shot through her abdomen like a jolt of electricity. As Sarah manoeuvred the car to the side of the road, Megan cradled her bladder, a now throbbing pee-filled balloon that felt like it was in spasm. She leaned forward, tears welling up in her eyes. Fighting to hold them back, she sat motionless for a moment, mentally taking stock of what had just happened. Sarah watched a tall figure step from the police car behind them as Megan started to whimper softly to herself.
“Babe, you need to cover yourself up. We don’t want you arrested for indecent exposure!”
Megan ran a trembling hand over the seat between her legs, surprised to find it still dry. How she hadn't peed herself in all the drama she didn’t know, but she didn’t have time to wonder. Looking behind, the cop was nearly at Sarah’s window. Quickly adjusting her knickers, she yanked her leggings back up just in time. The feeling of the tight fabric snuggling against her pussy was agonising, a reminder that there would be no relief for the foreseeable future. Feeling her muscles quivering, a renewed urgency washed over her as the rush of adrenaline began to fade. Her wee felt like it was right there, a reservoir of liquid threatening to erupt from between her tightly clenched thighs, poised and ready to exploit the first sign of weakness. Sarah wound down her window and Megan watched the torso of the police officer come into view.
A surprisingly high pitched voice rasped from the officer. “That was a dangerous stunt you pulled back there, you could have killed someone” he said with as much authority as a dead kipper. “Switch off the engine please.”
Sarah did as he requested and looked him in the face. He was young, maybe just barely into his twenties, but still with the complexion of an acne-ridden teenager. Trying to avoid gazing at a number of large red pimples on the man’s face, her eyes instead found his name badge. Officer Jeremy Stuart.
“I’m so sorry, I was distracted for just a second” Sarah said to the badge, the corners of her mouth turning up a little as she fought back a smirk. “It’s been a long journey, but I promise it won’t happen again”. Sarah heard Megan whimper again, just barely audible above the hush that had descended on the car.
Officer Stuart considered things for a moment, thinking he really couldn’t be bothered with the paperwork that laying charges would entail. Besides, she was an attractive woman and he was in a good mood. He looked her over, noticing first her long blond hair as it cascaded provocatively around her shoulders. He moved his gaze downwards, in exactly the same manner all men have done since Adam first gazed upon Eve’s shapely form. Jeremy gawked open mouthed as his eyes scoured her body, taking in her perfect round breasts before mentally removing the metaphorical fig leaves covering her erect nipples. Strange, it wasn’t even cold. Down further, her bare legs were a little slice of heaven, and something he would almost certainly recall when alone in his bedroom tonight. He closed his jaw and turned his mind to the situation at hand. When all said and done, he was still a police officer and had to follow protocol.
“Could I see your driving license please?”
Sarah grabbed her bag from the back seat and began rummaging, praying she hadn’t left it at home. “I’m sure it’s in here somewhere!”
Megan was really struggling, her legs jiggling and her breathing shallow. “Please, please hurry up” she whispered through clenched teeth, “I’m about to bust!” Megan had subconsciously began to hold herself, the pressure of her fingers the only thing keeping her knickers dry.
“I’m looking, just hold on … and stop touching yourself, it’ll look weird if he sees you” she whispered back. Megan withdrew her hand and blushed crimson. Oh God, it was right on the brink. She jiggled some more and tensed her legs, pushing her feet into the floor, almost lifting herself out of the seat. Finally, Sarah found the license and handed it to the officer. She was so incredibly aroused she felt like bursting into tears. Megan felt like bursting into tears for entirely different reasons.
Jeremy studied the license. “Miss Sarah Morgan. You say you were distracted. What exactly was the source of the distraction?” He couldn’t help another glance at those mesmerising legs.
It was Sarah's turn to blush. She weighed up her options and toyed with the idea of telling the truth. Well officer, I was staring longingly at my girlfriend’s pussy, dreaming of burying my tongue deep inside her. Quickly realising the truth may just blow Jeremy’s mind, she told the first lie that popped into her head. Before giving it proper thought, she suddenly found herself telling a protracted tale involving several deer prancing merrily out from behind a nearby bush, and having to swerve to avoid them. Half way through she knew it was sounding ridiculous, but there was no going back now. Quickly looking around in a desperate search for a bush large enough to conceal a herd of wild deer, her heart dropped when all she saw were miles of open fields. The tale trailed off into an awkward silence, broken only by the creaking of the leather seat as Megan slipped off her shoe and brought her right leg up, tucking the heel of her foot beneath her.
Jeremy was vaguely aware that the woman had stopped talking, but he just couldn’t prise his eyes from those amazing legs. The silence stretched on longer, becoming more and more awkward with each ticking second. With the rumble of a passing lorry finally snapping him from his daydream, he shuffled around nervously before realising he hadn’t heard a word she had said.
“Thank you Miss Morgan. I’m happy to let you go today with a caution, but please drive more carefully in the future.”
“I will, thank you officer”, Sarah said, shocked but relieved. She felt for sure the deer story had secured her a dangerous driving charge.
As Jeremy bent down and handed back the license, he gave the interior of the car a glance over. For the first time he noticed the attractive brunette in the passenger seat, locking eyes with her. He looked for a long moment and saw that she was even more gorgeous than her friend. She had beauty in a less classical sense and had a slightly nerdy air about her, but he could look into those eyes for the rest of his life and never want for anything else. She looked nervous about something, and her eyes seemed to be almost pleading. Megan broke away from his stare, but Jeremy continued to watch as she began wriggling around in obvious discomfort.
“What’s your name miss?” he ventured.
“Megan … erm.” she tried to concentrate. What was her name? All she could think about was grasping her girlhood and squeezing her pee hole shut. She felt her muscles faltering. “Parker … Megan Parker.” Her voice sounded more than a little strained, and she couldn't help finishing the sentence with a little gasp as her bladder contracted hard. Her heel was helping, but it just wasn’t the same as some strategically placed fingers.
Jeremy didn't know how to respond. He watched the pretty brunette close her eyes tight and grip the sides of her seat with such strength her knuckles turned white. She shuddered uncontrollably for a second, almost as if she was cold. Trouble was he could see she was obviously sweating, and the morning was warming up nicely with not even a hint of a chill.
“Is everything OK miss?”
Megan couldn’t reply at the moment, instead riding a wave of desperation that made rational thought impossible. Her whole existence now revolved around her trembling, aching bladder, and she could think of nothing but finally allowing the sweet hot urine to spurt from her body. The wave kept building before finally washing over her, and no amount of wriggling could help her. Without the force of her fingers to hold it back, and for a brief second only, her pee hole was forced open as a spurt of urine shot from her, sizzling into her knickers before petering off as she tried valiantly to clench down and stop the flow. Gasping loudly, she looked down at herself in horror, but took comfort from the fact that there was no visible evidence of what had just happened. Her knickers felt warm and clung to her folds as the desperation slowly receded a fraction, the threat of completely losing all control waning. She felt for sure the next surge would break her internal dam completely, and silently pleaded for the police officer to just go away and leave them alone.
“Miss, is everything OK?” Jeremy repeated, an element of genuine concern creeping into his voice.
“I’m OK” was all Megan could manage. Her pelvic floor muscles were so tightly clenched, a warm fuzzy sensation was spreading through her sex and up into her brimming, but still filling bladder.
Jeremy hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. His police training had seriously been lacking in the art of reading women, but he did have enough experience to know that the simple phrase I’m OK almost always meant something was seriously wrong. Megan was looking shifty, and there was clearly something she was hiding. Various scenarios cycled through his simple mind. Was she on drugs? Had she been abducted and was being held against her will? Both seemed unlikely. He stood up straight and scratched his chin, wondering whether to just leave it and walk away.
Apparently coming to a decision, Jeremy said “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car and wait on the grass verge.” He just couldn’t let it go, his conscience simply wouldn’t let him. He would run a cross check of the number plates and see if that turned anything up.
Both girls were shocked by Jeremy’s sudden turnaround. “I thought you were letting us go with a caution?” Sarah braved, hoping she wasn’t making the situation worse.
“Please do as I ask, if everything checks out I won’t detain you for long”.
Megan was distraught. How had she gone from the verge of relief to the prospect of being forced to wet herself at the side of a busy road? While Jeremy made his way back to the patrol car, Sarah jumped out and made her way round to Megan’s door, opening it for her from the outside. She could tell that Megan was truly bursting, and felt a little guilty that she had put her in this situation. However, guilt aside, it was turning her on more than mere words could ever describe. She ached, desperate to satiate the incessant throbbing of her slickening vagina.
Megan gently swung her legs around, trying to keep them together as much as possible. Now out of sight of the police officer, she made no hesitation in grabbing herself, pinching and kneading her lips through her leggings as if she was rolling bread dough. Her fingers worked furiously as she tried to take the pressure from her weakening muscles, and it seemed to be working, for now at least. The crotch of her leggings felt wet, but the material didn’t show it.
“I’m sorry sweetheart” Sarah whispered, “I know you need a wee, but try and hold it for me.”
But it’s going to bust out at any moment!
Megan glared at her. “I’ll try … for you”, she said sweetly. Sarah reached out for her hand, and reluctantly Megan once again released hold of herself and took it. Sarah instantly felt the slickness of Megan’s fingers and looked at her inquisitively.
“Have you peed on my seat?”
“I’m sorry … only a little bit.” Megan looked down, avoiding Sarah’s stern gaze.
Unable to tense her stomach without jetting more pee into her knickers, she instead let Sarah pull her up and out. Sarah looked at the seat, delighted to see a small rivulet of wee dripping along the seam. Sarah pushed the door closed behind her and held her hand tightly, leading her onto the grass embankment. Megan couldn’t stand straight, instead walking with a slight bend at the waist. Free hand with clenched fist, she hobbled after her, unable to comfortably keep pace.
While Jeremy waited for the results of the plate search, he watched the 2 girls intently. The brunette was still looking odd, not so much walking as hobbling, and almost being pulled along by the blonde. He studied Megan more closely. In the bright daylight, she was stunningly beautiful. The sort of girl you wouldn’t mind taking home to meet your mother. Sweet, innocent and totally intoxicating. Her slightly curled hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders as it blew gently in the breeze, the bright sunlight reflecting a slightly red hue amidst the dominant brown colour. His computer pinged to indicate the results of the search. He looked them over, disappointed to find nothing out of the ordinary, and got out of the car.
Sarah watched as the police officer strode towards them. Megan was still squeezing her hand, harder than was comfortable, and had remained in a hunched forward position, staring at the ground. She felt on the brink again, and closed her eyes in a silent prayer to a god that she didn’t believe in. Anything was worth a try. Her knickers were turning cold and she felt a chill as the breeze brushed gently around her.
Before Jeremy had even reached them, Megan let out a despairing sob, her wee right on the edge of control again. Jeremy stopped, seeing she was clearly upset.
“Miss, if something is wrong, I’d like you to tell me what it is”
Megan felt a surge of anger, something so out of character it shocked even her. Without thinking, she stood up straight, ready to tell Jeremy exactly what she thought of him. As her bladder pushed hard, she knew her mistake and doubled forward fully, instinctively clasping her already wet fanny with all her strength. All decorum falling by the wayside, she panted a barely audible sentence that Jeremy knew would stay with him for the rest of his life.
“I need a wee you moron, and if you don’t let us go, right now, it’s going to explode out into my knickers!”
Jeremy stood stock still, expressionless, before turning around. He said nothing, the power of speech having failed him. He got into his car and drove away, replaying that sentence over and over in his mind. When he got home, a cold shower would certainly be in order.
The girls made their way back to the car, also in silence. Instantly, Megan reached for the bottle and slipped down her leggings and underwear. Sarah saw the wet streak on the crotch of her panties, and knew the time had come for absolute honesty. It was the only way to prolong the moment. Now totally alone, Sarah reached over and took the bottle from Megan, and said “I think there’s something I need to tell you about myself”. |
Chapter 3
Megan was almost delirious with desperation, stunned that the relief she needed so severely had been stolen from her yet again. She squirmed, leggings around her knees and panties nestled neatly inside them, a damp streak clearly visible where they had been clinging to her lips just moments before. Unable to sit still, she rocked gently back and forth, caressing her bulging bladder like she was stroking a puppy. Leaning back a little and still squirming, she moved her hand down towards her vulva, feeling the warmth of her sex radiating heat before she even made contact. Touching herself, gently at first, she ran her fingers up the length of her clean shaven lips. She could feel her hands trembling and her pussy contracting rhythmically beneath her fingers, her muscles fighting to hold back the copious volume of liquid bearing down on them. She probed deeper, surprised to find herself slick and slippery. She didn’t understand why, but she knew that pee alone couldn’t possibly be responsible for how wet she was. She separated her lips easily before burying several fingers between them, massaging her pee hole directly in an attempt to delay the inevitable.
“Please … please give me back the bottle. I’m about to wee myself. Now isn’t the time for your autobiography!” Megan pleaded, her voice unsteady.
“It’s important, and it really can’t wait” Sarah insisted.
“Neither can I! It’s all going to come out, all over your seat if you don’t let me go.”
Megan was feeling sorry for herself. Until a few weeks ago she would never have even entertained the thought of finding herself in a situation where she would be forced to wet herself. She was strong and had impeccable bladder control, and the idea of being unable to wait was simply something she never thought possible. Until Sarah, that was. Sarah had changed her life in so many ways, and with that change had come almost an expectation that she would end up desperate to pee on a regular basis. She continued probing her urethra, feeling the little hole as a small bump beneath her fingers, while her other hand gripped her bare thigh tightly. Busting, feeling like she was moments away from spraying hot pee all over the seat and into the foot well, there was another feeling starting to build that was beginning to confuse things. It had happened before and it was happening again now, and she simply didn’t understand why her body became so aroused when she was so desperate for a wee. The stinging urgency was beginning to combine with an altogether more pleasurable feeling, and never before had pain felt so good!
Sarah figured she must have died and gone to heaven. At least, if her heart tried to beat any harder she would be finding herself there shortly. She was nervous and excited, and prayed that Megan would understand what she was about to tell her. She watched her with wide unflinching eyes, afraid that a single blink might cause her to miss something. Mesmerised by the display, she watched Megan’s hand as several fingers disappeared up between the folds of her womanhood, her lips closing neatly around them. Things just don’t get any better than this, she thought.
“After everything we’ve shared, do you really have no idea what I might want to tell you?” Sarah questioned, delaying the moment of truth and looking for an easier way of doing this. She had never admitted it to anyone before, and was so very scared of the reaction. So very scared of rejection. As confident as she appeared on the outside, on the inside she was in turmoil. She tried to carry on, but the words got stuck in her throat and remained unspoken.
Megan tried to prise her thoughts away from her desperate, aching bladder, but it wasn’t easy. However, she knew this was important. Sarah had never sounded this serious before, and she wanted to give it her full attention. She pressed her fingers up hard against her straining wee hole, but time was running out. She considered Sarah’s question, thinking about it for a long moment, but said nothing. Given recent events she had an inkling of what she was about to be told, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for her, certainly not while enduring such an urgent, frantic need to pee.
Sarah was tense and her throat felt suddenly very dry. The power of speech had momentarily evaded her as she desperately thought for another way of explaining her deepest secret. I have a fetish! And seeing you desperate for a pee turns me on so much I might just spontaneously orgasm! The words were there, poised, but she just couldn’t get them out.
Megan looked at her, pleading for her to hurry up. She felt a droplet of pee leak past her fingers. Just tell me! It will be alright, I promise! But neither girl said a word.
Sarah could take the suspense no more, and without words there was only one thing she could think to do that might help her explain. She paused a moment longer, all the while watching Megan’s hand like a hawk as it continued to work her feminine folds. Sensing that Megan’s pee would shortly be making a swift escape, she leaned over, very gently placing her own hand over Megan’s. Instantly she felt the warmth radiating from between those rhythmically tensing thighs. She left it there for a moment, feeling Megan’s hand beneath hers as it rubbed and toyed at the soft pink folds of flesh beneath.
“Please, help me hold it” Megan said in a low sultry whisper. Instinctively she slid her own hand out of the way, praying Sarah would continue holding and squeezing for her. Without that support, she would pee herself in a matter of seconds for sure. Sarah didn’t disappoint and immediately began caressing and stroking, teasing a little before finding her urethra and rubbing it firmly. Megan felt her pussy twitch as Sarah’s touch sent a shiver up through her body, goose bumps forming on her exposed flesh.
Megan closed her eyes and held her breath. Not now, please just stay in a little longer. She clenched and strained against the ever increasing volume of liquid inside her already bulging abdomen. Focused, her whole existence was suddenly solely about not completely embarrassing herself. Trembling and sweating, she could almost taste the pee, her whole body enveloped by an overwhelming urgency until … she lost control for the briefest of moments. As a high pressure jet of hot urine suddenly broke past her tiring sphincter, it was blocked momentarily by the force of Sarah’s fingers. Oh God, please stay in! Temporarily backing up inside her, she moaned loudly before it broke past the obstruction Sarah was providing, and a several second squirt suddenly hissed from Megan’s now engorged pussy. It sprayed with such force it ricocheted from Sarah’s hand, droplets of pee splashing all around.
Sarah felt the forceful gush spray into her hand and she instinctively tightened her grip a little. Smiling, she felt it jetting out, spurting into her palm and flowing between her fingers. As quickly as it started, it died away as Megan’s muscles regained a degree of control, at least for another few minutes. The majority had dripped down and trickled between her legs, forming a small puddle on the seat. The leather was preventing it from soaking away, and it remained there, a shining beacon of embarrassment for poor Megan. The small amount that had burst out hadn’t helped. If anything, she now felt more like she was about to lose it completely.
“I’m so sorry” was all Megan could muster as she blushed a deep shade of red. Avoiding eye contact, she didn’t notice Sarah’s wide smile and flushed cheeks. Sarah had to explain now, before it was too late. Reluctantly removing her hand from Megan’s still dripping fanny, she instead once again took hold of her hand. Feeling extremely exposed, Megan clenched her legs together, desperately trying to find a way of re-applying some of the lost pressure.
“I want you to feel something” Sarah braved as she brought Megan’s now unresisting hand towards her own body. She was feeling uneasy as the moment of truth drew nearer. “I want you to feel what you do to me, when you’re … in the state you are now.”
Megan guessed what was coming, but she let her guide her hand. First, it came to rest on Sarah’s navel as she waited for her to unbutton her shorts. Then, slowly, as if Sarah was having second thoughts about what she was about to do, she steered Megan’s hand down inside her waistband, giving her access to the one part of her body that was in such urgent need of being touched.
“And I can assure you that none of that is pee” Sarah smiled, praying for a positive reaction in response.
Megan tentatively touched Sarah’s pussy, running her fingers up its length in the same way she had played with her own just a few seconds ago. Sarah was wet, really wet. Her fingers glided between her lips, and as she approached the top, she felt Sarah’s erect clitoris standing proud and firm. She couldn’t resist running her fingers over it, very gently and in a tight circular motion. She smiled to herself as she felt Sarah respond, bucking and pushing down against her hand. But she had to stop. Her own need was growing again, and she didn’t want to pee herself, not yet. She withdrew, copious volumes of Sarah’s love juice forming strings between her fingers. She returned her hand to its original position between her own legs, Sarah’s fluids mingling with her own as she once again began to push on her pee hole. She was so close, so close to losing it completely. But she had to hold on, for Sarah. Realising the silence was getting awkward, she finally broke it.
“Please let me pee” Megan said, a wide smile spreading across her face. They looked at each other in silence, and no more words were required. Megan understood, and Sarah knew she understood. Hoping she had allayed Sarah’s fears, she knew that actions always spoke louder than words. With both girls now locked in a loving, lustful gaze, they leaned in to each other, kissing passionately, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Megan felt Sarah caress her hair, running her fingers through it and down towards her neck before holding there. The world around them disappeared as each became the others only thought and feeling, losing themselves in a world of lust and desire.
The noise of a car horn broke the spell and Megan was the first to withdraw. Sarah’s eyes remained closed for a moment longer as she dragged her mind back into the real world and out of Megan’s underwear. She so desperately wanted to pounce on her right here, but the busy road beside them reminded her that patience would be the order of the day.
“I need a wee so badly, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer” Megan murmured, worry and a little fear expressed by a fleeting facial expression.
Sarah paused as if contemplating Megan’s statement for a moment. Eventually she replied “No, not yet, I’m loving watching you far too much to just let you pee now! I’m sure you can hold it for just a little while longer if you put your mind to it. Just until we get to the park, then I might let you go. OK?”
There was another long pause before Megan said “I’ll try. For you I’ll try anything, but it’s going to take much more than just my mind to stop any more from bursting out!”
Sarah started the engine whilst Megan looked around for some tissues to mop up the small puddle that had now begun to seep under her bum. As Sarah pulled away, Megan placed the bundle of tissue between her legs and watched it absorb her pee from the seat. The temptation to wee a little into it was enormous, but she refrained, sensing that Sarah would somehow know what she had done. With the tissue saturated and dripping, she wound down the window and hurled it out before getting another one and drying properly. She knew she would probably leak some more at any moment, but for now she was dry again. She pulled up her knickers and leggings, feeling the damp fabric cold against her skin. Turning on the radio, Megan began a seated pee dance in time to the music and wedged both hands between her legs. Pressing up on herself with all the strength she could muster, she prayed for the next 15 minutes to pass quickly. |
Chapter 4
Sarah pulled the car into a free parking space and turned off the ignition, a sudden hush flooding in as the engine died. Megan was no longer sat in the passenger seat, but rather crouched down in the foot well, audible gasps emanating from her as she desperately tried to hold the wee inside her tortured body. Maintaining a constant motion she bounced in place, all the while massaging and clutching at the urine’s only escape route.
“We’re here sweetheart” Sarah said.
Megan was so focussed she hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped. “Oh, thank God! You’ll let me wee now, right?”
Sarah got out of the car, walked round and opened Megan’s passenger side door before saying “Well, we’ll see how long the queue is”.
Megan wasn’t feeling reassured. “I don’t think I’ll make it, if there’s a line I’ll wet myself, I just know it!” A scarcely audible sob slipped out as she finished the sentence.
Sarah crouched down to Megan’s level and gave her a hug, forcing Megan to a stop mid bounce. “You’ll be OK, I’ll help you.” Sarah felt her squirming in her arms and smiled to herself. Feeling her face flush with excitement, Sarah silently congratulated herself. It had been an eventful journey, and Megan’s bladder had filled up much quicker than she had planned, but none of that mattered now. They had arrived, and she had to help her hold on for just a little while longer.
As Megan climbed hesitantly from the car, she felt another sharp pang of tenderness shoot from her bladder and spread through her abdomen. A stinging ache followed by an altogether more pleasurable feeling descended into her womanhood, entirely blurring the pleasure pain threshold. Once out, knowing she couldn’t hold herself in public, she hesitantly released the vice like grip from between her legs, relying instead on her exhausted muscles and sheer determination to hold back the pressurised blast of hot pee that was threatening to explode from her.
As both girls walked slowly hand in hand towards the entrance to the theme park, Megan was unable to stand straight, instead walking with a noticeable bend at the waist. Having been so distracted by the needs of her body, she noticed for the first time the noise and general hubbub produced by the excited crowd just beyond the fence. She felt anxious, the thought of the crowd instilling a sense of mild panic in her highly sensitive and desperate condition. As they approached the ticket booth, they joined the end of a short queue as Sarah began to rummage through her bag for a method of payment. Performing a blatant pee dance, Megan brought one leg up and crossed her toned legs, crushing her pee hole with such force she felt a momentary orgasmic contraction pulse through her clit and shoot deep into her body. She felt so confused; her bladder tired and aching from holding such a colossal volume of liquid, but excited and aroused at the same time. Making it even more thrilling was knowing Sarah was watching her, getting off on her desperate struggle. But she couldn’t wet herself, not in front of so many people. She had to hold on, gritting her teeth as she continued battling against the overwhelming urge to release.
With the seconds feeling like hours, they finally approached the front of the line. As Sarah handed a credit card to the cashier, Megan was at the end of her tether. Scanning the signs just beyond the gate for any hint to the location of the toilet, she finally saw it. Just 50 feet away she spied her salvation, and as if having her prayers answered, there was no one else waiting to use it. Instinctively plunging a hand back between her thighs, she was met with glares and astonishment from those around her, but she didn’t care. Her heart began to race as she remembered the feeling of ecstasy a long hard wee brought about, and in the heat of the moment she felt her knickers dampen as a squirt burst free and dribbled from between her lips. She felt the wetness on her fingers as it seeped through her underwear and into the fabric of her leggings. Please not now, just stay in for a few more seconds!
Sarah quickly snatched Megan’s hand from between her legs and held it firm, giving it a few reassuring squeezes as the female cashier processed the card. Megan was in deep trouble, clenching her thighs together to reapply some pressure, sticking her bum out behind her as she wriggled and danced on the spot.
“The bathroom is just over there, honey” said the cashier, flashing Megan a sympathetic smile as the gate opened in front of them.
“Thank you” Sarah responded, returning the smile with one she hoped looked sincere. Megan said nothing, but followed dutifully as Sarah led her through the turnstile.
Megan couldn’t prise her eyes from the door that promised an end to her agony, and subconsciously tried to take the lead and get Sarah to follow. Holding her ground however, Sarah squeezed her hand tighter, giving a gentle reminder of who was in charge. With pleading eyes, Megan met Sarah’s gaze, her brain a jumbled assortment of different feelings and emotions. She had to wee, she wanted to come, she felt on the verge of an unmitigated accident, but she relented to Sarah’s will totally.
“Just one ride, then I’ll let you go in there, I promise”
Studying a map of the park, they took a short walk towards the first attraction, Megan hobbling in an attempt to keep her legs as together as possible. Her knickers were feeling cool and moist as she felt the fabric begin to bunch up between her labia. As they arrived at the Tunnel of Love both girls were pleased to find the attraction without a queue, but the joyful feeling quickly faded when Megan heard the sound of running water. She shivered, partly in horror at the sound, and partly because it had made her trickle again, a burst of heat re-warming the cotton covering her tender vagina. This particular attraction was proving to be less than popular with the other punters, but it was perfect for what Sarah had in mind. Pushing through the barrier, Sarah stepped cautiously into the small boat, extending her hand towards Megan to help her board.
Frozen in fear, Megan stood on the side with legs crossed, all the while bending over, desperately trying to make more room for her distended bladder inside her ordinarily flat tummy. The sound of trickling water was agony, and in response she shuddered violently. Her pee was on the verge of gushing out as her bladder pushed and struggled to void, but she clenched her muscles harder than ever. With the next leak threatening to be a complete deluge, she began to feel light headed from the strain. Realising the sooner this ride was over the sooner she could empty her bladder, she got control of herself and accepted Sarah’s hand, stepping into the boat and taking a seat next to her girlfriend. It felt great to be sitting, but if she sat still for even a second it would all be over. With Megan squirming and wriggling, the boat lurched forward as they were gently propelled into the slow moving water, disappearing from view as they entered the darkened tunnel.
It took several long moments for their eyes to adjust to the dim light. As the noise and commotion of the park receded behind them, it was replaced with a gentle harp solo that seemed to be all around them, only just audible above the ceaseless trickle of water. A dim red hue filled the tunnel as they drifted further in, visibility dropping to just a few yards around. The boat bobbed slightly in time to Megan’s jiggling legs, but continued its descent along the gentle currents of the stream.
“I’m not going to make it” Megan suddenly announced, knowing she was seconds away from springing a forceful leak into the crotch of her frilly knickers. She closed her eyes and caressed her navel, anxiously trying to soothe her angry raging bladder.
Instead of the usual reassuring phrases from Sarah, something quite different occurred. Suddenly feeling hot breath on her cheek, she instinctively pulled away and felt goose bumps rise on her skin. Megan was so excited, and being so close to wetting herself was heightening her anticipation to a nearly intolerable level. Sarah leaned in closer, knowing there was no escape from the tiny boat, and kissed her gently on the neck. Tenderly licking and caressing at her soft skin, breathing in the heady aroma of her perfume, Sarah whispered in her ear “I love you”.
Slipping from her seat, Sarah knelt down in front of Megan, pushing her legs apart and drawing herself up close. Embracing her tenderly but firmly, Sarah continued her loving caress of Megan’s neck with her mouth, tasting her supple skin and savouring the sweet flavour. Very slowly, Sarah was in no rush, she moved around to the other side, feeling Megan’s chest heaving as she breathed deeply and erratically. She felt Megan stop still and shudder for a second before resuming her constant writhing, and knew that if a spurt of pee hadn’t just escaped, it had been a very close thing. With one hand in her hair and the other cupped around her cheek, they each leaned closer before becoming locked together by a series of needy passionate kisses.
Stroking and caressing each other’s tongues, Megan felt like her whole body was on fire, every nerve broadcasting a succession of pleasure and pain signals that intertwined and merged into one mind blowing sensation. On the brink of weeing hard and fast, and already feeling on the brink of orgasm, she yearned for Sarah’s touch as she responded passionately and desperately to her kiss. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but with Sarah in the way her efforts were futile. She couldn’t even tell any more if the warm wetness between her legs was pee or arousal juice, but for the moment she didn’t care. All she could focus on was Sarah, and the feelings of exquisite torture she was enduring.
Sarah was the first to break away from the kiss, and allowed her hands to wander and begin exploring Megan’s squirming body. Moving her head down, all the while licking and tasting her exposed flesh, she found Megan’s erect nipples standing proud and firm through her t-shirt. Hearing Megan gasp as she ran her hands over them, she quickly broke away and hoisted Megan’s shirt up just enough to expose her thin bra. Coaxing out her right breast, she enclosed her mouth around her nipple, feeling it rigid under her tongue. As she began to fervently massage and suckle with her mouth, Megan writhed with even greater ferocity, bucking and shuddering as she lusted for more. Megan’s stricken body was in controlled ecstasy, responding in exactly the way Sarah knew it would. With a hand now on her leg, she moved it slowly upwards towards what was now the centre of Megan’s universe, stroking and fondling her inner thigh on its journey along. Feeling Megan slide down the seat to meet her hand, it came to rest snugly against the wet glistening fabric between her legs.
Releasing Megan’s breast Sarah inched further downwards, lingering around her navel and feeling the solid bulge of her bladder beneath her tongue. She was mesmerised by its size, entranced by the way the area bulged to accommodate the liquid. She heard her gasp again as the slightest touch sent jolts of aching ecstasy shooting through her overwrought body. From here, Sarah could smell the unmistakable scent of fresh urine, and she pushed her fingers harder against Megan’s vagina to help her hold. She didn’t want her to burst, not yet, the experience was proving to be far too much fun to simply allow her the relief she craved.
Sarah waited a long while before going any further, instead choosing to enjoy watching Megan struggle and squirm against her hand. The heady scent of Megan’s wet womanhood was making her head swoon, and she had an insatiable craving to be touched herself. She kissed her abdomen with the lightest of pressure, not wanting to prompt another leak, before finally deciding she could resist the temptation no more. Her mouth travelled downwards, pausing at the top of Megan’s leggings as she began to edge them down. Sarah had begun to tremble herself, her extreme excitement causing a rush of adrenaline to course through her system. Megan breathed quicker, audible pants resounding through the tunnel. She was desperate on so many levels, praying Sarah would give her what she needed before she blacked out from desperation and yearning.
Sarah edged them down, leaving her knickers in place for the moment. She revelled in the spectacle when she saw they had become translucent, Megan’s engorged lips clinging to the wet cotton. The fabric followed every contour of her flawless squirming pussy, showing every curve and bump of the haven beneath. Sarah ran a trembling finger up the length of her covered lips, relishing the slimy wet texture saturating the material. Just inches from her face she started to edge them down, further and further until Megan was revealed in all her sensual glory. She stared in elation as Megan’s saturated vagina took on a life of its own, contracting and twitching in a valiant struggle to keep from peeing. A long string of love juice still connected her knickers to her lips, growing thinner as she edged them further down her thighs, before finally breaking and springing back against her pale skin. Megan was ready, in absolute dire need of release. Desperately needing to feel Sarah’s tongue inside her, she begged for her touch, moaning and pleading between heavy breaths.
As Sarah’s heightened senses focussed on the most intimate region of Megan’s strikingly gorgeous body, she knew that moments like this were what she lived for. She watched as Megan squirmed, her fanny just a few centimetres from the end of her nose, pulsating and trembling, fighting to hold in more pee than she’d ever had to hold before. Her extreme arousal was on full display, her lips and clitoris a deep pink and shimmering as the juices from her drooling pussy covered and drenched the entire area. As Sarah moved in even closer, her nose almost touching the silky folds of her inner lips, the sweet intoxicating scent of arousal invaded her nostrils.
Megan was lost in a world she didn’t understand, but knew she never wanted to find her way back. Arching her spine she desperately tried to make contact with Sarah’s tongue, but even the vague feeling of her hot breath on her clitoris was enough to drive her insane. She could feel herself on the edge, one lingering caress in the right place enough to send her past the point of no return. She needed to orgasm, but didn’t want this feeling to ever end. In the absence of a proper touch, her pussy was threatening to start gushing a powerful hissing spurt, her holding muscles on the brink of failure. She strained, clenching every muscle as tightly as possible, franticly holding back her wee but unable to squeeze in the places she so desperately needed to. Without help, without some form of external pressure, she was going to burst. The wave was building, and wriggling alone wasn’t satiating the overwhelming sensation growing inside her. Please, I’m begging you, touch me and help me hold it. Gripping down hard on the seat, her finger tips turned white from the force she was exerting. At the peak of the pressure, she felt herself begin to involuntarily lose control.
Sarah gawked as Megan’s vagina squeezed and contracted before her lips were forced to part. Several small beads of aromatic pee jetted from her urethra and dribbled down the length of her sex, until finally they dripped from her body and fell to the floor. Squirming and shuddering, she knew Megan was in the final throws of desperation, unable to hold back without the pressure some strategically placed fingers would provide. As she watched the droplets fall, she heard and felt what happened next before she saw it. A longer 2 second squirt erupted from between the folds of Megan’s engorged flesh, hissing loudly before splashing her in the mouth like a pressure hose. As quickly as it blasted out, it stopped, Megan’s weary sphincter contracting again around the base of her distended bladder. Sarah licked and tasted the sweet liquid from her face as it dripped from her chin.
Meanwhile, in a small surveillance office several hundred yards away, a burly security guard stared wide eyed and unblinking at one of the many monitors in front of him. Situations like this weren’t uncommon for this particular attraction, but never before had he seen anything quite like this. He pondered for a long moment, thinking it was a shame to interrupt them. He came to a decision and reached for his radio, promptly issuing a code yellow for the Tunnel of Love. |
OK, due to some complaints regarding separate threads, I'm going to post chapter 5 here. I really thought this would be the final chapter, but it turns out Megan can hold on for another whole week at least! Thanks to FrostyJr2 for persuading me to post here today, I think it was right to split it up and save the final chapter for one more week!
Chapter 5
As Megan wriggled and writhed like a squirmy little worm, both desperate for a wee and desperate for Sarah’s touch, their small boat came to an abrupt halt. Sarah fell backwards as it did, which finally allowed Megan to draw her legs together. She instinctively began to squeeze the tops of her thighs against one another, grinding her legs up and down in the process. Grabbing her naked vagina, she clutched and squeezed at her wee hole, feeling closer than ever to having her internal dam burst completely. Her bladder throbbed and ached as she yearned for release, and her mind could think of nothing but peeing, combined with an insatiable desire to orgasm.
As Sarah righted herself, she was suddenly anxious and looked around for any sign as to what might be happening. Quickly beckoning Megan to get dressed again, she squinted into the darkness and strained her ears. Reluctantly, in a fuzzy desperation induced daze, Megan pulled her knickers and leggings up together in one swift motion with her trembling hands. The cold fabric once again clung to her swollen dripping vulva, but this time it felt different. No longer was it a stark reminder that she couldn’t pee, because very soon she knew it would be surging from her regardless. She pictured it in her mind’s eye, almost feeling the overwhelming sense of relief, but caught herself before she got too carried away and the fantasy became reality. The fact was, if a toilet wasn’t forthcoming, she would begin spraying wee into her knickers within a matter of minutes.
Suddenly, Sarah caught a glimpse of a small dot of light waving back and forth on the horizon. Puzzled at first, the penny finally dropped as she identified it as someone running towards them with a flashlight. A feeling of unease formed in her mind. Had they been seen? She wasn’t prepared to stick around and find out. The boat had stopped close enough to the edge that she could easily jump and clear the water, but she seriously doubted whether Megan could in her current state. Still, they had to try. One brush with the law today was enough; if they were caught a second time they almost certainly wouldn’t be so lucky.
Placing a hand on Megan’s shoulder, she pointed in the direction of the light before whispering “We’ve got to get out of here, I think we’ve been caught.”
Megan, in a desperate mess both psychologically and physically, could only nod in agreement. Her erratic breathing caught in her throat, an involuntary moan leaving her lips. The light was getting larger and was accompanied now by distant but heavy footsteps. They had to move quickly if they were to slip away without being seen. In one swift motion, Sarah ran and propelled herself from the side of the boat, landing cleanly and gracefully on the narrow walkway at the edge. Unable to utilise the muscles in her abdomen without crushing her bladder, Megan stood awkwardly from the seat whilst maintaining the grip between her legs. As she balanced herself against the rocking of the boat, Sarah whispered for her to hurry in an urgent tone. She knew it was now or never.
The footsteps were growing louder, and the beam of light was nearly upon them. Now holding her bulging belly with one hand, Megan shuffled to the edge of the boat and held her breath. Feeling her pulse race and her bladder throb in unison, she placed one foot on the side and pushed off with as much strength as she could gather from her trembling muscles. As she flew through the air, time seeming to slow as she reached out for Sarah’s hand. Feeling her bladder bounce and warp cruelly inside her body, she braced herself for the landing. Just about clearing the water’s edge, she landed but stumbled into Sarah’s waiting arms. At the moment of impact, she felt a surge of heat inside her knickers as she spurted forcefully, but this time she was only just able to clamp off the flow. She was still feeling herself dribbling a little as Sarah began to pull her quickly along the narrow walkway. On the brink of losing it, she hurried as fast as her desperation would allow, all the while hunched over. Her free hand was back between her legs, pushing up on her urethra, desperately pawing at the tiny hole to stop the trickle. Her pelvic floor muscles clenched with all her strength and willpower, she got herself back under control for a few moments more.
With the beam of light hot on their heels, the girls turned quickly into a side door and up through an emergency exit, the door clattering loudly behind them as it slammed shut. Emerging moments later into the dazzling sunlight, they were both momentarily blinded and stood squinting as their eyes adjusted. Megan squirmed and shuddered, double crossing her legs and bobbing up and down. Seeing just enough, Sarah pushed on, all the while dragging a helpless desperate Megan behind her. Sarah glanced behind and saw a tall security guard emerge from the exit, seconds before losing themselves in the crowd. Pushing their way through, Megan could only pray she didn’t burst right here, right now. Trying to look natural but failing spectacularly, Megan followed dutifully behind her lover, on the edge of control, and still on the brink of the most powerful orgasm of her life.
The crowd was a blur, but Megan allowed herself to be guided as she shut her eyes and placed every ounce of trust in Sarah. Hands coupled tightly, they whirled through and out the other side into a comparatively open space. Glancing around, Sarah couldn’t see the guard, but knew they couldn’t rest yet. Slowing to a quick walk, she looked over Megan with a compassionate yet aroused eye. She watched for a moment as Megan struggled and squirmed, desperately trying not to look too obvious in public, but screaming all the signs of a girl who was about to wet herself. Sarah looked at the large park signs they had just arrived at, and came up with the perfect hiding place. She smiled to herself because she knew it would push Megan to her absolute limit, but with a helping hand she knew Megan could hold on just a little longer.
Leaning in close, Sarah nuzzled Megan’s ear before whispering, “Not long now sweetheart, just a few more minutes.”
Megan was certain she couldn’t wait another few seconds, let alone minutes, but she was resolved to at least try. Before even having the chance to reply, she felt Sarah give her hand another reassuring squeeze before she was led onwards, now at a more leisurely pace. After a brief but agonising walk, they turned a corner before Megan saw something that sent a shiver down her spine. Her bladder twinged and she doubled over, the sight of the women’s toilets almost too much for her body to take. With no time to lose, she stumbled on, desperately trying not to squirt any more than she already had. Her bladder was on fire, her clitoris tingled and throbbed, and her swollen lips strained against the fabric of her damp underwear.
As both girls hurried through the bathroom door, it swung open and crashed loudly against the wall. Megan couldn’t believe this was finally it, an end to her excruciating torture. There was no one else around, but several of the cubicle doors were locked. Large red engaged signs tormented her vision, while the gentle hiss of other women peeing assaulted her hearing. She felt her pussy dribble again in anticipation of her forthcoming wee, but just a tiny amount. As it trickled through her desperate pink lips, she shivered before it ceased again. Still trailing behind Sarah, they finally found a free stall and rushed in together, locking the door behind them. Beside herself with desperation, Megan swiftly began to press and rub at her womanhood, the saturated fabric transferring pee and moistening her fingers. She motioned towards the toilet, greedily taking in the sight with wide eyes, but Sarah blocked her path.
“We’re only hiding here for a minute or two, just until we know security has given up looking for us” Sarah whispered sternly. Megan’s expression changed from joy to despair in a single heartbeat. “This is the one place they can’t find us, but you’ll be OK for another few minutes, I’ll help you hold on a little longer.”
Without a pause Sarah moved in as close as possible to Megan, but didn’t touch. With Megan panting quickly, Sarah felt her hot breath on her cheek. Overwhelmed by the torturous feelings of desperation, Megan’s legs began to wobble and she reached out to Sarah for support. Sarah held her firmly, but she allowed her hands to wander. Remembering where she had left off in the Tunnel of Love, her hands meandered down to Megan’s waistband, then gently down inside her leggings. Very gently feeling the warm material of her knickers, the wetness was immediately obvious, and Sarah beamed a wide satisfied grin.
“Well, it looks like you’ve peed a little already,” Sarah scolded, trying to keep the joy from her voice.
Megan looked at the ground, but said nothing. She was trembling again, riding a wave of desperation and on the verge of squirting hot pee from her overwrought body. She felt her muscles begin to quiver and falter. At the same moment, Sarah pushed up firmly on her lover’s pussy, working the thin fabric of Megan’s knickers up between the folds of her lips, giving her the support she so desperately needed. Narrowly preventing another high pressure jet of urine from escaping, Megan shuddered again, squeezing Sarah’s hand tightly between the tops of her thighs and bending forward at the waist.
"Oh God, squeeze me harder,” Megan pleaded, her voice echoing around the public bathroom.
Sarah wriggled her hand inside Megan’s panties, allowing her access to the silky soft folds of flesh beneath the saturated material. Simultaneously with her free hand, she began to unbutton her own shorts and edge backwards towards the toilet. Megan gasped in shock as Sarah forced her to separate her legs a little. She felt her labia being teased and manipulated as Sarah slid her fingers between them, working them gently from top to bottom and back again, but being careful not to touch her hard throbbing clitoris. At least not yet.
Pulling her shorts down the length of her toned legs, Sarah sat heavily onto the toilet, her own naked pussy dribbling clear juices of arousal. Feeling for the slippery hole of Megan’s vagina, she softly circled it with her fingertips, teasing and playing a little before gently sinking her middle finger up into Megan’s hot writhing body. Feeling no resistance as it glided in, she penetrated as far as her digit would reach. Impulsively, Megan began to grind herself down onto Sarah’s hand, wriggling and squirming, desperate to feel the caress of her special spot in the way only Sarah knew how. The inner walls of Megan’s vagina hugged and squeezed around Sarah’s finger, contracting and pulsating as she desperately tried to stop herself from wetting hard into Sarah’s hand. As her palm pressed up against Megan’s outer lips, Sarah’s exploratory finger began massaging the front wall of Megan’s inner sanctum. Rubbing and caressing the soft silky lining, Sarah brushed her finger instinctively and expertly over Megan’s g-spot. With legs almost buckling under her, Megan held on to Sarah’s shoulders for support and moaned quietly in blissful ecstasy.
The sound of hissing and splashing interrupted Megan’s divine feelings of aching pleasure, and she opened her eyes in horror to see Sarah weeing forcefully into the toilet. Sarah had been desperate too, but had hidden it well, and it was a relief to finally let go. Megan stared with tears in her eyes, her bladder at its limit, stinging and throbbing inside her petite frame. She was transfixed by the sight and sound of the urine as it squirted forcefully from her lover, gushing and splashing relentlessly into the porcelain. Sarah leaned back slightly to allow a better view, but Megan couldn’t take it, and her muscles involuntarily faltered.
Sarah felt Megan’s pussy pulsate quickly around her finger as her muscles put up a last valiant effort before relaxing totally. Megan had lost control of them, lost control of her bladder … but nothing came squirting out like she expected and so desperately needed. Instead, although her sphincter had relaxed, her pee was being held back by the force of Sarah’s fingers. She wriggled, desperately trying to allow it to flow, and succeeded for just a second. Her urethra opened, a heavy spray of urine jetting powerfully into Sarah’s hand. Droplets of urine ricocheted all over, spraying Sarah before the flow was clamped off again. The brief jet hadn’t help Megan at all and she continued to fight against the pressure being applied to her womanly folds, but to no avail. With her body and mind swimming against a tidal wave of pee, she had to release, and she was so close to orgasm, but both were being held at arm’s length. With Sarah still probing deeply, all she needed was a brief touch to her clitoris, and she would explode in an entirely different way. Sarah held Megan’s pussy firmly and tightly, feeling the urine trickle down her arm before dripping to the floor at her elbow.
Suddenly and violently, there was a rapping on the cubicle door. Megan jumped and spun her head round, a look of disbelief and dismay descending over her face.
(To be continued)
Edited July 29, 2013 by orango
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And finally I can post the concluding chapter! Apologies for it's lateness, as usual!
Chapter 6
The sound of the knocking resonated through the small cubicle, the door rattling against the lock. Both girls held their breath, trying not to make a sound, hoping whoever it was would just give up and go away. Megan continued to wriggle and squirm uncontrollably, grinding her silky genitals against Sarah’s palm and probing fingers. Sweat dripped from her brow, her pretty face contorting into an expression of intense concentration and orgasmic agony. Her bladder was now so achingly full, holding more urine than ever before in her 26 years of life. Her desperation was total and absolute, the physical limits of her perfect body now seemingly being exceeded.
As the knocking stopped briefly, a small quivering voice on the other side of the door whined “Hurry up, please … some of us out here are about to get very wet!”
Sarah exhaled a sigh of relief, thankful that it wasn’t security. Megan, on the other hand, couldn’t concentrate on anything except her throbbing desperate sex. Just a few more seconds of grinding would be all she needed…
"I’ll be out in a second,” Sarah retorted as she began to withdraw her fingers from Megan’s dribbling lips.
As Megan felt the source of her pleasure being removed, she lurched urgently towards Sarah, groping at her shoulders for support. Desperate to finally come and frantic to pee, she tried to squeeze Sarah’s hand between her thighs, but it was too late. As the tip of the finger slid from her, her saturated lips closed together. A slow and steady trickle of wee immediately began to seep, dripping from her pulsating vagina and snaking slowly down the inside of her thigh. Sarah watched it, leaning forward so her eyes could follow the droplet as it made its journey down her leg. With her face just centimetres from Megan’s leaking pee hole, Sarah could feel the heat of her most intimate region on her forehead, all too aware of the ocean of urine begging for release just inside those quivering lips. Extending her tongue, Sarah licked sensuously at the inside of Megan’s leg, relishing the taste of her hot wee. Reaching down between her own legs, Sarah caressed the lustrous flesh of her own vagina, massaging her erect clitoris and almost reaching orgasm with a single touch. Both girls were so urgently aroused, orgasms teetering on the edge. Trembling and shuddering, Megan’s muscles faltered further, another short squirt bursting from her desperate pussy. Feeling the jet splash her forehead, Sarah adjusted her angle and caught the tail end of the spray in her mouth. It glided smoothly over her tongue before sliding down her throat as she swallowed.
The knocking resumed suddenly, and was followed by a garbled string of expletives from outside the cubicle door. Some desperate soul out there really wasn't happy. Pulling away, Megan crossed her legs as best she could with her leggings still around her knees. The trickle was clamped off, but her exhausted muscles were only just barely containing the bursting swell of hot liquid now bulging out from her abdomen.
Tearing a strip of paper from the holder, Sarah dried her face first, then her moist enraged vagina, before standing up. Giving her lover a compassionate look, she felt almost sorry for what she was about to do. She knew Megan was at the very end of her ability to hold, and that in just a few moments her body would be taking matters into its own hands. But she just couldn’t let her use the loo, not now, because her ultimate sexual fantasy was about to play out right in front of her eyes. Reaching over, she flushed her own pee away, reflecting on how good it felt to finally be free of it. She gently helped an extremely fragile Megan get dressed again, coaxing her legs from their twisted position and pulling her clothes back up for her. As Sarah released the waist band against the bulging round mass of her bladder, Megan winced as an orgasmic ache swept through her abdomen like a jolt of lightning. Unable to think about anything except the urgent needs of Megan’s overwrought body, both girls knew that a full scale accident was just a hair’s breadth from becoming a stark reality. Megan trembled and moaned as she gripped herself hard between her legs, pushing and prodding the damp material up against her bursting, sodden lips.
Sarah tenderly caressed Megan’s hair and whispered, “You’ll be alright, just a few more minutes, I promise. When I open the door, follow me and don’t look back.”
Megan said nothing, but was seriously contemplating the notion of wetting herself right there. At least no one would see her doing it, and she'd retain a modicum of dignity. But before the idea went any further, Sarah had already unlocked the door and swung it open. Time was of the essence for them both, with Sarah so turned on that she was in danger of coming just from the act of walking alone. Sarah knew they had to be quick or poor Megan wouldn't make it, and the moment she’d fantasised about would be ruined. Taking Megan’s hand she rushed from the cubicle, almost colliding with several women queuing outside. Megan followed obediently, but her free hand remained glued to her crotch, squeezing and groping herself in an attempt to hold on for just a few seconds longer. If she let go for even a moment, she knew a torrent of wee would start jetting from her in a heartbeat.
A chorus of shocked outrage rose from the queuing women as both girls emerged together, but Megan tried to block out the comments. A sense of total embarrassment rose in her stomach like a swarm of angry butterflies, and her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red than they already were. Sarah whisked her out of the bathroom and into the daylight, noises of disapproval still ringing in her ears. Trotting desperately and wearily behind, she stumbled and felt herself squirt hard into her panties again. It shot through the thin fabric, wetting her hand and dripping to the ground before she stopped it.
"Please Sarah, it’s about to come out, I can’t hold it in,” Megan whimpered.
Sarah looked back, gave her a reassuring smile, and pulled her onward. As she scanned their surroundings for somewhere suitable, she looked to the sky and grinned to herself. She’d spied a place they could be alone, where no one would be able to disturb them. The thought of what was about to happen was driving her crazy, and her own voracious need to be pleasured was right at the forefront of her mind. She glanced back at Megan one last time, a familiar ache of arousal sweeping through her own dripping womanhood, before picking up the pace. Megan dug deep, hunched over and bursting, all the while pressing and kneading at her wee hole, desperately applying as much pressure as her fingertips could muster.
At last, and with only seconds to spare before Megan’s bladder blasted its contents into her frilly knickers, they arrived at Sarah’s destination of choice. Dribbling and spurting frequently, Megan looked up to see a large Ferris wheel, her eyes wide with shock and despair.
“Just one more minute, hold on for me sweetie.”
Sarah silently congratulated herself as they quickly zigzagged their way along the empty queue towards the boarding point for the ride. Sarah glanced around at the crowds and knew they’d been lucky, waiting in a line would have been the last straw for poor Megan. As it was, Sarah still wasn’t certain there was enough time to do what she wanted. Both girls stepped into a waiting cage and sat down. The attendant gave Megan a confused look and opened his mouth to say something before Sarah stopped him.
“Look, don’t say it, just get us moving … please!” a hint of nervous excitement creeping in to her voice.
Without further delay, the cage door closed automatically and the girls were lifted slowly and gracefully towards the sky. Megan was about to lose it, sweating and squirming like never before, dribbling and spurting almost constantly into her now saturated knickers. Grinding her pussy against the hard surface of the seat, she looked to Sarah for help with pleading eyes. Without further pause, Sarah slid from her seat and knelt before Megan, gently parting her clenched legs and sliding between them, exactly as she had done earlier.
“Looks like my little girl is about to have a big accident,” Sarah teased as she caressed the wet fabric between Megan’s legs.
Megan could barely breathe, her diaphragm compressing her bladder on every intake of air. Drawing breath shallowly and rapidly, she felt herself lose another few droplets of wee, her muscles about to totally succumb to the pressure within. Squirming and wriggling, she felt Sarah tease down her leggings and knickers, exposing the desperate pink flesh of her wet vagina to the cool air. Sarah’s eyes then moved up to the bulging mound of Megan’s bladder, gazing in wonder as she began to caress it gently with her hand. But even the lightest of touches was too much for Megan to take. Sarah was rewarded immediately as Megan’s lips parted and a sizzling squirt of pee splashed against her t-shirt, soaking through the thin fabric and dampening her breasts. Although it stopped again as abruptly as it had begun, Sarah knew the next squirt could very well become a full blown loss of control. As the big wheel halted briefly to let other people board a few cages below, Sarah leaned in and began to lick softly at the moist folds of skin between Megan’s legs. Lapping up the concoction of urine and love juice, Sarah savoured its sweet salty flavour before swallowing eagerly. Nothing had ever tasted so divine.
Megan bucked and whimpered as she felt an overwhelming desperate ache rising up inside her bloated belly. Her frantic erect clit throbbed, but was still being deliberately neglected by her lover. She pleaded silently in her head for that one lingering touch that would send her over the edge. Sarah, still taking her time and savouring every moment, pushed her exploring tongue between Megan’s labia, licking and tasting the silky skin beneath. At first licking up and down its external length, she eventually moved down to the entrance of Megan’s love tunnel, plunging her tongue as deep as she could reach into the inner sanctum of Megan’s body. Writhing and squirming, Megan was feeling light headed, pangs of ecstasy shooting up from her pussy and into her engorged bladder. With pee on the brink of erupting out, she pushed her body into Sarah’s face, rhythmically grinding and moaning loudly.
The wheel started moving again, their cage approaching the apex of its journey. Sarah shifted her tongue upwards and began to massage Megan’s dribbling urethra. Sarah could feel tiny bursts of hot pee squirting over her tongue and into her mouth, the taste of fresh urine making her own pussy tingle with anticipation. Reaching between her own legs, she grabbed hold of her shorts and pulled them up hard, the crotch riding up and massaging her in the all the places she needed. On the brink of coming herself, she moved her tongue upwards further still, towards Megan’s pulsating desperate clitoris. Megan was already on the edge, and just seconds away from wetting. As Sarah’s tongue began to fervently flick and massage Megan’s hard swollen love button, the desperate ache inside her approached its crescendo. Trying to relax, fearing the orgasm she craved so desperately, her bladder contorted as her muscles began to spasm and contract. Seemingly in slow motion, the orgasm should have crashed over her, but it continued to build, gathering strength and power. Gripping the sides of the cage hard, every muscle in her body was tensed, straining to hold back a torrential gush of pee. Desperately trying to keep the orgasmic contractions at bay, she writhed and twisted, arching her back, fearing the consequences an orgasm would have on her fragile bladder.
The cage began to swing back and forth, drawing the attention of several people from the crowd below. What on Earth was going on up there? Sarah was on the edge of her own personal eruption, tugging quickly and rhythmically at her shorts. The material had ridden up tightly against her tingling womanhood, rubbing against her clitoris in the most pleasurable way imaginable. She felt it happening, the overwhelming sensation of an orgasm building, her muscles tightening and reaching that point of no return. A few more seconds, and she was there. She wouldn’t be able to stop it now, even if she wanted to. Desperately trying to focus her addled mind on pleasuring Megan, she inserted several fingers into Megan’s straining vagina, massaging her internally as well as externally. She tried to relax a little, attempting to hold back from coming for just a few more seconds, but the fire between her legs was almost intolerable. The feeling had reached its zenith, and it was now too late to stop it. She was about to topple over the edge in a dramatic and explosive manner.
Megan could take the punishment no more. With Sarah’s tongue licking and teasing with greater and greater ferocity, her mind and body melted, unable to hold back her orgasm any longer. As she reached the peak of her desperation and the pinnacle of her pleasure, her pussy contracted and tightened as the first wave of the most powerful orgasm of her life came crashing down around her. Her bladder screamed for mercy, her muscles squeezing with all their strength around Sarah’s fingers, her body writhing and shuddering. Pleasure and pain merged into one all-consuming feeling as she moaned and wailed, panting heavily and pushing her convulsing privates harder against Sarah’s lapping tongue. Her lips began to part, and as Sarah withdrew her fingers a little, her hot juices immediately sprayed hard all over Sarah’s face and chest. Megan couldn’t tell if she was peeing or ejaculating, and didn’t care either way. Feeling Megan’s ecstasy, Sarah pulled up harder on her own shorts, squashing and mashing her clitoris as she began to buck in unison with Megan. Coming together, they both writhed in delight and ecstasy as the moment they thought would never happen finally became an overwhelming reality.
Powerful waves of contractions jolted through Megan’s aching abdomen. Her mind was shut off to everything around her, focussing totally on the sensations between her gorgeous shapely legs. Tears welled up in her eyes as the pleasure pain boundary was washed away, her whole body a writhing mess of desperation induced turmoil and ecstasy. Seemingly never coming to an end, her orgasm thundered on, the torturous ache of her bladder only heightening and intensifying the glorious sensations. Focussed entirely on her tight throbbing body, her eyes were squeezed firmly closed as her body convulsed and exploded over and over again. Her bladder pounded as her vagina spurted with her contractions, her love fluids saturating and soaking into Sarah’s now totally drenched shirt.
Finally, after the most intense and earthshattering moment of her life, the strength of the contractions began to slowly fade. But she couldn’t relax, instead still desperately clinging on to the contents of her bladder, desperately trying not to pee while Sarah was between her legs. Her bladder squeezed hard around the litres of urine still being held inside her, the first droplets leaking past her shattered muscles. As the squirting and spluttering of her orgasm died away completely, she could hold back the flood no longer. As a steady trickle of pee started to leak past her tired straining sphincter, Sarah lapped and slurped at the fluid, her own fading orgasm rallying on when she felt Megan begin to finally lose control. Powerless to stop it, Megan wept softly as her pee began to splutter out. A strong powerful hissing torrent gushed from Megan’s pussy as the stream grew in strength and force. Spreading Megan’s lips and holding them open with her fingertips, Sarah watched her wee hole open fully as Megan’s body squirted forcefully and hissed loudly. Steam rose from the hot stream as it hit the cool air before pouring over Sarah, saturating her clothes and dripping to the floor. Catching it in her mouth, it cascaded over her tongue before pouring back out and down her chin. As it pooled on the floor of the cage, it quickly began to leak through the cracks, vast quantities of warm wee raining down and splashing towards the ground, sprinkling over anyone standing too close.
Megan peed and peed, her bladder contracting and shrinking, her urethra spurting and gushing, until finally her abdomen was back to its usual flat shape. Sighing as she pushed the final few droplets of urine from her weary body, Megan relaxed into a dishevelled heap in the seat. Sarah ceased her licking, her own orgasm finally over, drenched in Megan’s pee from head to toe. As the cage began to approach the ground, people gawped in wonder, unable to pry their eyes from the 2 gorgeous women as they started to come into unobstructed view.
Composing themselves quickly, but not quite quickly enough, the girls hopped from the ride as soon as it came to a stop. With Sarah’s clothes dripping with Megan’s sweet urine, they quickly made their way back to the car, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
“Same time next week?” Sarah asked, laughing to herself.
“I can’t wait … literally!” Megan joked, a wide grin spreading across her face. |
I finally finished it. Sorry for the unnecessarily long wait. But I really hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it. And thank you for all of the positive feedback. It really motivates me!
~ Chapter 2 ~
After Nia relieved herself of her bloated bladder, she proceeded to sliding off her jeans, and her shirt, and threw on a tight pair of shorts, and a tight shirt. “I knew I should have bought new clothes,” Nia thought to herself. “These are way tighter than when I remember the last time wearing these.” After she dressed herself with the newly acquired clothing, she stuffed her bag with her original clothes, and waited in the bathroom stall for about 30 or so minutes, periodically taking sips from her plastic water bottle.
After Nia waited for what felt like an hour, Nia creeped open the stall door, and ninja'd her way around the halls, crouching, jumping, and whatever means necessary to traverse the halls without being spotted. Nia reached the nerve-centre of the school. The location in the centre of the school, where all the offices were, and where the main entrance was located. Nia was peeking around a corner, and as she thought the coast was clear, she almost jumped out, before she noticed that the principle and vice principle were making their way out of the school, both with suitcases and coffees in hand, probably laughing about something ridiculous that happened in the teacher's lunch room. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly stopped herself before she made her presence known. She waited until the two staff made their way out of the door, and their conversation a mere murmur.
Nia hopped around the corner, and she saw that the lights in the offices had been switched off, meaning that no one would be around here- that is, unless the janitors or other staff made their way into the office. But other than that, she should be perfectly fine. But, there was just one thing Nia couldn't think of. There was something else that she should be cautious about. But she just disregarded it, as she creeked open the office door, surprised that it was unlocked, and scurried her way to the back of the room, criss-crossing her way around boxes and papers left neglected on the carpet floor. Once she reached the back, she opened up one of the large metal closets that normally stored papers, documents, or other school related nic-nacs. But since it was closing the end of the school year, the closets were cleaned out, ready to stock up for next year. She slowly welcomed herself inside of the dark closet, only little light from the dimly lit halls. She closed the closet door, encasing herself in the metal chamber.
Nia took out her water bottle, and took a long sip, as she was parched from all the scurrying around the school. “I have to wait here for how long?” She wondered to herself. She slipped out her cellphone from her pocket, and clicked on the glaring screen. 4:17pm. She sighed as she knew, that she would have to wait until at least 8 o' clock, until she was 100% sure that no one would be left in the school. Minutes passed, feeling like hours. Periodically taking sips from her water bottle. At one point she took the water bottle up to her lips, and noticed that the bottle was empty. She shrugged as she cautiously placed the bottle on the metal floor, making sure not to make too much noise. She noticed the slightest twinge in her bladder, but she disregarded it as another sign of stress or paranoia. She checked her phone again. 5:24pm. She slouched down onto the closed floor, leaning her head on the side of the closet wall. Her eyelids started to close shut, slowly, until she noticed, and opened her eyes, surprising herself how tired she was. “I can't fall asleep!” She thought, “Not here!” 5 minutes passed, and her eyelids fluttered. “I can't sleep... I can't...” she saw complete darkness, “sleep...”
Nia was frolicking through a thick, grassy meadow. She was laughing, smiling, dashing through the tall thick greenery. She had been purchasing beverages at the stand that were oddly located around the meadow. She wasn't totally sure why, but it didn't matter. She was enjoying herself nonetheless. Nia skipped to an opening, where the line of tall grass ended, and she spotted a swing set, a tree, and a small pond, all conveniently located to each other. Nia trotted over to the pond, and looked into it. This wasn't ordinary water. She dipped her finger in the pond, and took a lick at the mysterious substance. Orange juice!? What was this place? She was very confused, but she had been parched, and greedily dipped her head into the pool of orange liquid, consuming as much as she pleased. After much time of slurping the great juice, she thought that is was enough, and she was feeling rather bloated. She took a walk over the the swing, and gently swung back and forth, not so much as she would throw up all of what she just consumed, but just enough that she would enjoy herself. After a while of swinging, she noticed a sharp jolt of pressure, shoot through her bladder. She threw he hands to her crotch, trying to sooth her pressured vagina. She cautiously stopped swinging, and stood up, wondering where to dispense of all of her pent up urine. She was looking around, frantically thinking of what to do. She was extremely desperate to pee, but where!? She thought to herself, noticing that there was no one else around. She thought this was a crazy idea, but she reminded herself about how abnormal the place she was in. So she quickly decided to hobble over to the tree, and relive herself of her stored up liquids. Halfway to the tree, she stopped, and pressed a finger between her two delicate lips, relieved of all the pressure that was suddenly presented upon her. She leaned over a bit, clenching her teeth and moaned quietly. Beads of sweat slithering down her skin. She had to to it right here, right now. She squatted down, hands still in position, clenching in all of her pent up pee. She quickly released her inflamed vagina, and slid down her jeans around her butt and down her legs, and followed with sliding her panties down the same path. She squatted there, feeling all of the urine flow down to her urethra, all of her liquid ready to splash and soak the lush green grass, and the soil presented underneath he two, wonderfully shaped lips. She felt it slowly make it's way through to the end of the path, right on the edge of the exit. She saw the liquid glimmer between the fold of her womanhood. She sighed as she released her stored up urine, glorious relief risen upon her.
Nia's eyes shot open, as a quick stream of the golden liquid shot from her flaming vagina. She threw her hand to her crotch. Squeezing her muscles as tight as she could, sealing in the leak the managed to escape her tight hold. “Not again!” She though, referring to her incident earlier today. She massaged her lips as she heard something, out of the ordinary. She heard a trickle. There was a loud stream, strong and steady, coming from the office bathroom. The teacher had obviously left the door open, not expecting any other visitors. But which teacher? Nia couldn't help but listen the the strong torrent die down to a trickle, as the heard a soft, “awww, yeah...” She recognized that voice! It was Mrs. Harper. Mrs. Harper had been known for staying in the school late, finishing up extra work and organizing. Nia had also overheard that Mrs. Harper would also never use the restroom during school hours. And with that, Nia knew that it was true.
As Mrs. Harper made her way out of the school, with the sound of doors closing behind her, Nia released on crotch with one hand, the other still furiously grasping it, and she slid her phone out from her pocket. 7:59pm. Perfect! Nia slid the phone back in to her pocket, and creeped open the metal door. With one hand still firmly grasping between her legs, she got up, stretched as much as she could, easing some of her stiff joints, and trotted over to the closest PC. She booted up the old piece of junk, and it brought up the loading screen. “Hurry up!” She said through her clenched teeth, bobbing up and down, one hand tapping on the desk, and the other rubbing up in a fist against her throbbing vagina. Once the computer booted up, she took out a USB stick from her pocket, and stuck it in to one of the ports on the computer. The folder opened up, and she started up a .exe file, loading up a command prompt. One hand was furiously clicking against the keys, and the other squished up against the dam that was holding the Five Great Lakes inside of her bulging bladder. She bit her lip as she typed in the last line of code required to successfully change her school marks, and complete her plan. A finger was pressed between Nia's burning vagina lips, as she knew, that she has another thing to take care of.
She quickly made her way out of the office, opening up the door to a man standing in a professional uniform, a black cap, and a flashlight, pointing straight at the bulge in Nia abdomen. “Stop right there!” The man announced. “The security guards!” Nia thought, “That's what I was forgetting about!” A shot of adrenaline made it's way through Nia's body, as she made a turn around the guard, merely missing his arm as she ducked under it, and she sprinted off down the hall, the guard not to far from her, trailing behind. Her heart was pounding, her sweat perspirating, and her bladder throbbing. Nia was clenching her muscles with all of her might, keeping back the precious liquid, that required her storage until disposed of properly. The guard was behind her, not extremely far, but not too close either. Nia sprinted left around a corner, and took another left at an intersection, bolting down the hallway. It appeared to be a dead end, but on the left side of the wall, between all of the lockers, there was a room she could hide in. The woman's bathroom.
With her bladder pounding, demanding release, she ignored it's pleads and sprinted into the room, looking back for a split second, spotting the guard at the intersection looking right, the opposite way Nia ran. Nia stopped in the bathroom for a second, examining her surroundings. It was a chilly bathroom, a bit more cool than the rest of the school. There were three stalls, obviously containing toilets. She had rarely ever used this restroom. It was near her first period class, and she had only used it when she had forgotten to use the bathroom at home before she left, and she was dying for a pee by the end of first period, barely making it. Nia scurried, swinging open a stall door, and shutting it behind her. The stall walls were oddly large, and were placed from ceiling to floor tiles, so she didn't have to worry about anyone spotting her feet inside of the stall. Nia stood there in silence, shallowly breathing, clenching her womanhood with all of her strength, shaking, bobbing, thighs clenched, and slightly bent forward, listening to the ambiance of the halls, as she heard feet running further away from her. She took a second to recollect her thoughts, the adrenaline still coursing through her body, and her bladder pounding. A small drop of golden liquid squeezed it's way through Nia's tightly clenched vagina lips, and she knew exactly what she had to do next.
Nia shakily with one hand, unzipped her shorts, and with all her willpower, releasing her grasp with her other hand, sliding her shorts around her plump bottom, and down her legs. Slightly bent forward, she looked down at her panties, the small dark spot where she had released the slightest quantity of her luxurious pent up golden urine. With her knees at a ninety degree angle, she slithered her panties down her legs, revealing her round bottom, and her vagina lips glimmering with the slightest drop of urine slithering down between the seam. Nia scooted backwards, making sure not to stumble upon her clothes, until she positioned herself above the white porcelain bowl.
Nia sat down onto the rim of the bowl, shaking, her simmering vagina holding back a hurricane. All of her adrenaline and all of her urine, built up in her bladder, flowing around it's exit. Nia's abused urethra ready to release the stored up liquid. Her two vagina lips trembling as Nia finally surrendered to her bladder. In pure ecstasy, Nia moaned as the thick golden torrent spewed outward in an arch, loudly splashing into the toilet water. The pressure was unbelievable, as she unleashed her boiling pent up urine, brewing up inside of her bladder. The stream was thick and steady, loudly clashing with the porcelain bowl, and splashing furiously with the liquid contained. A light cloud of steam arose from between her shaking legs, the warmth of her streaming urine reacting with the cold bathroom air. Nia was breathing heavily, her jaw open, and her brow sweating, as the supersonic stream torrented out of her simmering lips. The loud splashing of the ferocious stream, echoed off of the bathroom walls, retrieving back to her, for her audible satisfaction, confirming her, that she was indeed, relieving her bursting bladder. Her thick torrent of urine continued to stream from between her legs in to the bowl, for another exquisite minute. Pure ecstasy. Her torrent slowed down into a small stream, making it's way into the toilet water below, adding to it's contents. Nia was still breathing hard. Amazed that she made it to the toiled without bursting. The stream slowly calmed down to a small trickle, the high pitch sound of a small contents of water, splashing into more water. Her simmering stream had ended, and so had her struggle. Her plan was complete, with a little something she hadn't expected. She leaned her head back, inhaling and exhaling deeply, exhausted from the holding of her bladder. She lightly massaged her lips, almost on the edge of an orgasm, as she reminded herself, that she had to find a way to get back home.
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Edited June 29, 2013 by The
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Yes, folks, I have decided to write another Ed Edd n Eddy fanfic. This idea was trapped in my head for a while, so I figured it was about time I give it some air. This one involves the other cul-de-sac kids, so for all you fans of group desperation…I hope you enjoy this
As always, comments and critiques make my day!
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“This is it boys!” Eddy announced with an eager grin. “Those jawbreakers are as good as ours. I can feel it, this is gonna be our greatest scam yet!”
“You always say that, Eddy” Edd remarked, not quite as enthusiastic as his shorter companion.
Ed, meanwhile seemed very impressed. “YAY, JAWBREAKERS FOR ED! Jawbreakers go great with mustard, and mustard goes great with mayonnaise, and mayonnaise goes great with gravy, and gravy goes great with buttered toast and I forgot the plan again Eddy!”
Eddy facepalmed at his not so intelligent friend’s short-term memory. “It’s simple, Ed. Look, see that port-a-potty over there we spent hours assembliyng? Well, tonight we’re gonna sneak into everyone’s house and jam their bathrooms. Then, tomorrow morning they’ll have to go so bad that they’ll have no choice but to use ours right here. For twentyfive cents, of course. Heh heh”
“Eddy, isn’t there any way I can talk you out of this?” Edd said, trying for the billionth time to convince Eddy that this was a bad idea. “I mean, it’s one thing to try and sell fake toys or build a futuristic society, but breaking into people’s homes and depriving them of their facilities is just wrong! And doesn’t it seem a little desperate?”
“Just relax, Double D” Eddy grinned, patting his friend on the back “Their the ones who are gonna be desperate” As soon as he said those words, his playful grin turned into an evil grin.
In reality, there was another reason why Eddy had chosen this particular scam besides the prospect of cold hard cash. Just a week ago, Eddyhad found another one of his brother’s magazines lying around. Only this one was an omorashi feature. In just a brief period of time, Eddy had become consumed and eventually hooked on this peculiar fetish, with no one being the wiser. After browsing through the entire magazine several times, Eddy came up with a great scam to not only guarantee those tasty jawbreakers resting on their tongues, but also to see the omorashi in action. To see Nazz, the hottest girl in the cul-de-sac, bursting for a pis would be a dream come true for Eddy.
“So remember the plan” Eddy said, then giving a particular glance at Ed to make sure he wouldn’t forget. “We meet back here tonight, sneak into everyone’s houses and tomorrow we’ll just sit back and enjoy. Capiche?”
Ed did a salute. “Aye aye, captain!”
Edd sighed. “This will not end well.”
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Later, when it was close to midnight and everyone else was asleep, Eddy and Edd stood in the middle of the cul-de-sac waiting for Ed.
“Eddy was it really necessary to wear these costumes?” Edd asked, refering to the burglar outfits they were both sporting. “I already feel enough like a criminal as it is, thank you very much.”
“Duh, that way if we get caught, no one’ll recognize us! Jeez, and I thought you were smart, Double D.”
Edd rolled his eyes. He saw no logic in Eddy’s “identity protection strategy” For one thing, if they got caught, whoever it was that caught them would most likely call the police. Secondly, it would be pretty easy to tell it was them, since Eddy’s three hairs were a dead giveaway.
“Where the hell is Lumpy?” Eddy growled. “He should’ve been here way before now!”
“You know, Eddy, it’s not too late to reconsider. Perhaps we should forget about this irrational scheme and go get the eight hours of sleep we thoroughly need?”
Eddy glared. “No flipping way Jose! We already got this far. We’re sticking to this if it’s the last thing we do!”
Edd sighed. “That’s what I was afraid of.”
Just then, Ed came stumbling out of his house, knocking over some garbage cans and bumping into a tree due to the darkness.
“Ed, what took you so long?” Eddy snapped. “We’ve been waiting forever for you to show up!”
Ed sheepishly grinned. “I am a Tardy Marty! WHEN DO WE GET THE JAWBREAKERS, EDDY?!!” Edd cringed at his friend’s loud volume, and anxiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed anything. Eddy growled and grabbed ahold of Ed’s lips, giving them a tight squeeze.
“Dammit, Ed, do you want to wake everyone up?” Eddy hissed. He let go of Ed’s lips, causing Ed to pout painfully. “Now let’s get a move on, we ain’t got all night!”
So the three “criminals” carefully did exactly what they had planned to do. One by one, they broke into everyone’s houses with the help of a bobby pin Ed had stolen from Sarah’s room. They then managed to jam everyone’s bathrooms with gravy that Ed always kept handy. Just for good measure, they decided to add some glue as well, that way the sticky coating of both of these things would be enough to keep everyone out of their bathrooms for a long time.
After they finished the Eds returned home and climbed into bed, Eddy couldn’t wait until the next morning and fell asleep with a huge smile on his face. Edd was already regretting that he’d gone alone with the scam and couldn’t stop worrying about tomorrow. And Ed just snored himself into oblivion, without a single thought to stroll in his head.
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The next day, the Eds made sure to be up nice and early to greet their desperate clients. Eddy was poised beside their homemade port-a-potty, the quarter jar gripped firmly under his arm. He could practically taste the jawbreakers, making him super giddy.
Suddenly, the kids of the cul-de-sac began to course out of their homes, and none of them looked happy. Jonny was hopping from foot to foot and sweating buckets, Rolf muttered foreign phrases under his breathe while pushing a fist to his crotch, Nazz was biting her lip and fidgeting with her shirt, Jimmy was about to cry and had his legs crossed, even Sarah and Kevin looked uncomfortable. A slimy grin formed on Eddy’s lips. “Bingo”
“Hey, what’s the big deal? You dorks messed with our bathroom doors!” Kevin said once the kids were all crowded around the Eds and their port-a-potty. Although he was trying to appear calm about it, the others could hear the strain in his voice and the drops of sweat slithering down his neck.
“Yeah, way uncool dude” Nazz said angrily, although she was having trouble keeping her bursting bladder under control as well.
Eddy shrugged and flashed his signature mischevous smile “We may have “accidentally” blocked your bathroom entrances, but we’ve got the solution right here! DA DA DA DAH!!!” He sang, and gestured to the port-a-potty. He then nudged Edd with his elbow.
Edd sighed. “Come and relieve your needs here at Ed’s Pit Stop, only twentyfive cents” He recited listlessly.
“That’s the dumbest idea you idiots have ever had!” Sarah shouted furiously, but suddenly a cramp attacked her and she doubled over in pain. She felt a stream of urine moisten her pink panties, and her intestines were on fire. She managed to make it to the port-a-potty and shakily opened the door. “I’m telling mom” Was all she managed to croak out (to Ed) before slamming the door shut.
“Hey, she didn’t even pay!” Eddy protested, trying to open the door but forgetting there was a lock on it.
“Oh great, now we’re gonna have to wait even longer!” Nazz moaned, crossing her legs tightly and rocking from side to side. She could barely stand still anymore. Jimmy whimpered, knowing he was about to lose control as well. Naturally, Jimmy had the weakest bladder of the gang, and so far he wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping himself dry.
Rolf’s bladder was much stronger by comparison, but even he was having trouble holding in his morning pee. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d needed the bathroom so badly. Wetting oneself was very strongly condemned in his home country.
Kevin couldn’t be more pissed off (literally) Here he was, at 7:30 in the morning, waiting for a bathroom while trying not to pis himself. He tried to distract himself by thinking reassuring thoughts, like what tuneups he would make on his bike today and how he was going to pound those dorks once this was all over.
Jonny couldn’t stop prancing around the port-a-potty; pestering Sarah to hurry up and whispering to Plank about how desperate he was.
Eddy smiled smugly. He had ‘em right where he wanted ‘em.
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Ten minutes later, and Sarah still had not left the john. By then, everyone except the Eds was shamelessly grabbing onto his/her crotch and doing everything they could to prevent leaking, or worse. Eddy couldn’t take his eyes off Nazz, who was doing everything possible to avoid humiliating herself., nearly at wit’s end. It was even hotter then Eddy imagined it would be.
“H-how long has she been in there?” A worried Jimmy asked, in the midst of a pee pee dance.
“Way too long” Jonny said with a trembling voice , he and Rolf bouncing up and down in sheer agitation.
“Do you think Sarah’s okay, guys?” Asked Ed fearfully. “What if she got captured by the evil creature that lives in the sewer!”
“Ed, you know those comic book based fantasies are far from real” Edd explained. “But Sarah has been in there for quite a while. Perhaps I should go check on her and see if she’s okay.”
Meanwhile, Kevin couldn’t take it anymore. Using every muscle in his body in order to hold it all in, he glared at Eddy and spoke. “That’s it. Either you dorks fix our bathrooms right now or I’ll-” He suddenly stopped when he felt a violent spasm and groaned in pain, clutching his abdomen.
Eddy, who was very amused, said innocently, “You’ll what? Hit me with a water balloon?” He grinned, and reached into his shirt.
Edd, who was about to knock on the door to check on Sarah, gasped when he heard Eddy say this. “Eddy, no!” He started running back, but it was too late. Eddy tossed a water balloon at Kevin, which landed on his chest. Unfortunately, Kevin wasn’t as strong as he had hoped. Without any warning, warm clear liquid began to gush down his shorts and legs, spilling into his shoes. Then, the sight of Kevin’s accident almost created a domino effect. Jimmy immediately lost what little control he’d had and soaked the full length of his trousers, creating an irregular shaped puddle on the ground. Jonny started soaking a good portion of his briefs, but managed to cap the flow before it reached his jeans. The Eds mouths dropped open, not believing what had just happened. Jimmy started to cry while Kevin became red faced and speechless.
It was Rolf who broke the awkwardness. “Enough of this foolishness! Rolf shall go relieve himself in the Father of the paper!” Rolf sprinted over to a nearby tree, unzipped his jeans, and sighed loudly in relief as a forceful stream pattered on the bark of the tree.
“Wait up Rolf!” Jonny hurried to the tree while grabbing his crotch, but unfortunately he didn’t make it. The pee rapidly shimmered down his pants, joining the collective puddle under his feet. “Aw, Plank, did you have to mention lemonade?”
Meanwhile, Nazz was about to explode. She had never felt so desperate in her entire life. She couldn’t just use a tree like Rolf did, since she was a girl, but right now she couldn’t see any way out of this. From the looks of it, Sarah wouldn’t be out until the next Caesar’s comet, and witnessing her friends lose control and have accidents, not to mention the stench of urine was only further poking her throbbing bladder with spears. Finally, after the worst cramp she’d ever felt, Nazz decided to just give up; it wasn’t worth it, and at least she wouldn’t be the only one wet. Besides, she had been needing a new pair of jeans. Nazz breathed out a sigh of relief as she let her floodgates open and a torrent of pee poured through her silky panties and drenched her pants, creating a rather impressive puddle that was golden like her hair. After she was all drained out, Nazz giggled. “That was kinda fun!” For a moment, everyone could only stare in awe at the soaked beauty, Eddy particularly aroused. That was one of the hottest things he’s seen in a while.
Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing was heard as Sarah finally exited the port-a-potty. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed Jonny’s, Kevin’s, Jimmy’s, and Nazz’s dripping clothes and the ginormous puddle that had accumulated around them.
“What the HECK?!” She shrieked, shocked at the scene that lay before her eyes. “I’m in there for two minutes, and you guys pis yourselves?!!!”
Kevin, Nazz and Jimmy just stared at the ground, too embarrassed to say anything, but Jonny stepped over to Sarah with an angry look on his face, Plank simply smiling as usual.
“Hold it right there, sister!” Jonny yelled. “You were in there WAY longer then two minutes. If you hadn’t been holed up in the toilet doing who knows what, none of us would have wet ourselves!”
The other soaked kids started shouting in agreement, Eddy adding in “Yeah, and you forgot to pay!”
Sarah frowned, and folded her arms. “Hey, don’t blame me. It was my idiot brother and his loser friends that jammed all our bathrooms. They’re the ones who caused all this!”
The kids immediately turned to face the Eds, glaring menacingly at them.
“Um, guys? Eddy chuckled nervously. The kids began to walk slowly towards the Eds; the three frightened boys began backing up towards the port-a-potty.
“You dorks are gonna pay big time for this” Kevin growled, rolling up his sleeves.
Edd gulped. “Now, I-I’m sure we can work something out…”
“I am scared, Eddy!” Ed said, his eyes wide open in terror.
Eddy tried to find some way to escape. It was no use. The other kids had them surrounded. They were trapped.
Suddenly, Rolf sauntered up to the group, in a much more cheerful mood. “What did Rolf miss?” He asked, smiling, Everyone ignored Rolf.
“GET THEM!!!” Sarah shouted. The kids swooped for the Eds, grabbing their arms and dragging them to a certain place. Ed started sobbing, Edd tried with his feeble strength to break free, Eddy bit down on Jonny’s hand, but none of this worked.
Finally, the group reached it’s destination. Edd’s face went pale at the realization. “No…no, please, have mercy! I beg of you!”
The only response was an evil chuckle from whoever was pinning him to the tree. “Fellas…” Edd said as he watched Rolf produce a rope. “I think we’ve made a grave mistake!”
“It was worth it!” Cried Eddy, remembering Nazz.
Ed gulped. “I think I have to go to the bathroom.”
The other kids who had cornered the Eds began to approach them. Our three heroes shut their eyes, preparing for the worst.
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It’s just past noon. The weather had significantly warmed up, and so the kids are out enjoying the glowing sunshine. The earlier incident had thankfully been mostly forgotten, as the cul-de-sac kids were all laughing and playing about, like any other day.
But alas, this was not the case for three familiar boys, who were currently stuck in a rather awkward predicament.
“Ugh! This sucks!” Eddy growled as he tried once again to break free from the firm and sturdy ropes that kept them secured to the tree, the same tree that Rolf had peed on.
“Oh, the bitter irony” Edd lamented. “Being crushed by those we tried to deceive. You know, Eddy, perhaps if you had bothered to think this one through, we wouldn’t be tied to a tree?!!”
“Oh, shut up Sockhead! This was all your fault. You knew it was a bad scam, why didn’t you talk me out of it?!”
Edd sighed in exasparation. “Of course, blame everything on me. I’m always the culprit, aren’t I?”
“You got that right!!!”
“Um, guys?” Eddy and Edd ceased their quarrelling and turned to look at their friend, who was frowning with worry. “I HAVE TO GO POTTY!!!”
Suddenly, the other two became nervous as well. They didn’t want to admit it, but their bladders were getting pretty full after being stuck there for so long. And the fact that the ropes were incredibly tight and they could see the lawn sprinklers from across the street wasn’t helping at all. Turns out omorashi wasn’t as much fun when you were the one who was about to wet yourself, Eddy had discovered. He could only hope that someone, anyone would realize they had learned their lesson and free them eventually… preferably sometime soon.
Meanwhile, three other familiar faces were peeking through a bush, enjoying the sight of their love interests in distress.
“They’re so precious” May giggled.
“And look how squirmy they are” Marie pointed out.
“Get ready, girls” Lee smirked. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun today!”
The Kanker sisters cackled as they remained hidden in the bush. It was going to be a very interesting afternoon… |
O.k so I have this on FanFiction.net and I figured some of you might want to read it too. I have been neglecting my fanfictions for a little while Due to some uhhh Problems I am having in my life.
My DA and fanfiction page are paying dearly for it. I hope yo guys like it.
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Malfoy Manor was a respected place, by everybody but the ten year old Draco Malfoy. He had respect and always used it, but Draco thought different then his father Lucius. He thought different about muggles and even about the Malfoy Way. Sometimes Draco Malfoy thought his father cared more about a those words then he did his own son. The Malfoy Way had six rules to it, his father added two of them. They rules were:
1)A Malfoy never shows weakness.
2)Never question the Dark Lord.
3)Don't speak unless spoken to.
4) Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world.
5)Never shame your family.
6)Act as a Man, or act as a Woman, but never act as a boy, or a girl.
Draco had never questioned his father. Lucius had strict punishment and methods of teaching ,and today he was enforcing one of his methods of teaching. So that brought him here, There stood a small blond boy in front of his father, expecting a punishment. He had no clue what he had done wrong, but Lucius always found something.
" .Draco." his father walked back and forth in patently. Draco shifted in his seat. "I have been going over the Malfoy way with you since you were seven. You are now ten. I have been waiting for a long time to teach you about the last rule." Lucius watched as Draco shifted again he knew the only rule they had not gone over was the fourth rule. Draco Malfoy saw nothing wrong with a muggle though." It is time Draco, I will be sending you to the muggle world tomorrow. There you will see how they act, you will go to a day of school there, and hopefully by the end of the day you will treat muggles the way they deserve." Draco opened his mouth but did not speak, speaking would result in consequences. " I will bring you back when I feel you are ready, no sooner." Lucius left the room. A house elf appeared from the corner .
"Young Master " He stuttered a bit as he was the oldest house elf." Lucius requested for me t bring you to bed early today." Draco nodded and took the house elf's hand. He wasn't tired, but he could easily fall asleep in his dark room. When inside his room the house elf handed him pyjamas, and then proceeded to go into one of the four corners of the large room. Draco thought about how painful it must be for a elf his age to sleep on the ice cold floor. He stared at the elf for a moment." Young Master have I done wrong" The house elf asked.
" No" Draco stated. He put on his pyjamas and laid down, He laid thinking for long time before finally falling asleep.
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"WAKE UP!" Lucius yelled, pulling the covers of his son. Draco squirmed in his bed trying to cover his eyes from the light. " Well come on now, we haven't got all day. "Draco jumped up out of bed not wanting his father to become madder at him.
"Father I cant exactly wear my robes to school, people would know I am different." Lucius rolled his eyes, Draco had made a mistake.
"Do you think I am stupid? Draco Malfoy! How many times have I told you not to question my abilities. All I have told you to do is get out of bed!" Draco saw it coming it was all but to easy to anger his father. Lucius hand balled up into a fist, then he relaxed it. Into the common slap Draco got when he could not be bruised. Rubbing his face Draco stepped towards his father.
"Now Draco, I am sorry you made me do that. I have plans arranged for you to get the muggle world but from there you must figure it out." Lucius quickly used a non verbal spell to change his son into muggle clothing. A green scoop neck much to big for the small boy ,and a pair of black school pants with a belt. Lucius summoned the elder house elf and whispered in ear.
"Young master are you ready?" The house elf held out its hand shaking.
"Yes but let grab something." Turning to make sure his father had left the room already Draco opened his bottom drawer, any grabbing three chocolate frogs two pouches of pumpkin juice. Quickly stuffing them into his pockets he turned back to the elf taking it hand.
" Were to?" The room spun quickly around them as they changed locations. Then it stopped.
"Were are we, This isn't a school?" Draco worried out loud, but the elf had disappeared. "Privet Drive, How odd ?Why would father send me here?" It was cold outside and very dark, Draco would have been scared had there not been a muggle just four houses down. The muggle was walking closer, Draco watched as he saw a plumper muggle leave from the same house in the opposite direction. The boy was getting closer, finally standing next to him. Draco must have looked confused because the boy spoke.
"Are you lost?" Harry asked, nobody went to the same school as him on there street. Harrys school was not like his cousins, almost nobody went to public schools anymore, but to his aunt and uncle that's what harry was. A nobody.
"Umm" stuttering and shacking from the cold and nervousness Draco spoke," Is this a bus stop?" He looked at the older boy who was now pointing at a light in the distance. A bus." Sorry I guess that sounded stupid." Draco felt a wave of shame fall over him. What would his father say had he known he was talking to a muggle. Let alone asking for directions. The bus approached and not sooner then it did harry step on it. Draco stepped on after him.
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The last bell rang , and boy was Draco glad. He had been taugnted and teased all day , but that was nothing compared to all the emotional trauma his father had caused him. So there Draco stood like a Malfoy doing what Lucius told him to do hating muggles, or at least that's what he'd tell his father. Draco walked as slow as he could to the buses. So slow in fact that there was only one person left in the school by the time Draco was out there. The older boy from earlier seemed to be walking a different direction. This made him curious why would he be walking. Draco ran up next to the boy quickly .
"Why aren't you taking the bus?!" The words came out like a statement and kind of mean, but he was concerned. For the first time He got to look at the boy He was older by a year at most, that puts him at eleven. His natural completion seemed like it may have been a healthy tan but he was pale and had purple hues in his skin from bruises. The boy was much too skinny like he had not eaten in weeks, But yet he was talker then Draco. He had black hair. And glasses. The older boy looked sad yet Draco remembered him so happy this morning.
"Can't" Harry wasn't sure if he could tell the strange blond boy everything. His stomach Made a noise. Lowering his head, harry picked up his pace if he got home before the neighbors he could take one tomato from the garden, they wouldn't notice its missing." Why aren't you?"
Draco shrugged why not tell the boy the truth, as long as it wasn't the whole truth." I don't know were I am going. My name is Draco By the way ." He sighed. His fathers mission was a complete and utter fail. Draco pulled two chocolate frogs out of his pocket." Want one?"
" I guess you heard that" Harry blushed ,taking the chocolate frog." What are these?" Looking at the strange packaging he could tell it was nothing he had ever seen before. Let alone ate , but what did he know.
" There chocolate frogs, Be carful not to let it jump away." He opened his up, quickly grabbing the frog by its leg and dangling it into his mouth. " There really good go on."
Harry ate his frog but not until he almost dropped it , luckily that was what Draco expected and he caught the frog handing it to harry. "Thank you Draco, my names Harry by the way. I have to go inside Now my aunt and uncle are going to be really mad if they see me talking to somebody. " It felt weird to say the young boys name. Harry rushed inside, slamming the door behind him.
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If there wasn't a clock place on privet drives corner Draco would have assumed his father forgot about him. It was 2:48 in the morning Draco was having a hard time staying awake and had already finished his food supply,when he heard a door slam.
"Harry Potter. Don't you ever ask questions again in this house! You know what happened to them!" Draco heard a series of slaps and whipping sounds. When Draco heard the door slam shut he turned around, feeling sorry for harry knowing he should see what happened but it was to late. He could hear the crying sounds getting closer.
"Draco? Is that you?" Harry sobbed quietly Draco turned around only to see his very red face.
"Yes its me." The blond stated. He was getting tired.
" Draco , they hate me because I'm different." Harry moved closer to Draco who was now sitting on the ground.
" Harry , You have it good." Draco patted the grass for harry to sit down but instead Harry lay his head on Draco Malfoy's lap. Draco put his arms around him. "Good Night Harry."
"Good Night Draco." Harry thought about what Draco said , He had it lucky. What could Draco's parents possibly put him through that makes this lucky.
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Draco turned and swayed quite franticly in his sleep. It was unfortunate for him that harry was a heavy sleeper and he had nobody to wake him up from the nightmares of his dad. He knocked harry off his legs. Draco started mumbling words in his sleep" A Malfoy never shows weakness. Don't question the Dark Lord. Don't speak unless spoken to. Never treat muggles as equal, even in there world. Never shame your family..." The Mumbling stopped he let out a scream " I am sorry father. I'll try harder" This woke harry up. Draco was now in tears mumbling.
"Draco, Wake up ! Your O.K." Harry franticly shook the poor boy. Draco woke , but was crying harder.
"I am sorry. I have to leave." Draco knew he had brought shame to his family , and shown weakness while doing so. Deciding to try to find a way home was the best thing he could do now. Lifting his feet of the ground, Draco shook unsteady like from the cold weather.
" Wait don't go!" Harry ran up after the crying boy, " I know what it like. "harry paused." I still have nightmares, about my parents... There dead." Harry let swayed back in forth waiting for Draco to come sit back down.
" I have too!." Draco yelled, not knowing what made him so mad. Maybe it was the fact the boy had it almost as bad as him. Maybe it was the guilt he had it worst. Draco started walking . About a block down the street, He realized how bad he needed the loo. This frustrated the ten year old. Lucius really had not made plans in advance for his son had he stay in the muggle world, but then he heard them. footsteps
"I can't let you!" Harry said. " You cant wander on these streets alone at night. You wont believe the things people will do to you!" Harry knew what people would do, If you got caught in there yard they could go as far as beat you themselves sometimes. Draco continued to walk swiftly. "Can You stop?" He did. Harry wrapped his thin arms around Draco's soft body, and gave the boy a hug. Something Draco must have never had before considering his reaction.
" GET OFF OF ME!" Draco squirmed it was easy to get harry off, but then felling bad after seeing the disappointment in his face he asked something." What was that ?"
" A hug, they mean you care. I have never been able to give one before because I never cared about someone." Harry smiled, Draco really never had a hug before. He wasn't as alone as he though. Draco started walking again." Were are we going?"
Blushing" Well um I have no clue. I don't exactly live around here."
" What are you looking for?" Harry asked. The younger boy had picked up his pace and he was struggling to keep up.
" A exit to this neighborhood, but it doesn't matter that much." He sighed. It was getting pretty easy to tell that he needed the loo, well unless you Harry who seemed not to tell. Or maybe not to care one bit. Draco stopped walking.
" Oh it that way" Harry pointed the opposite direction. " How about going back to sleep?"
" I guess" Draco set down this time leaning into Harry's lap, which was hard and consisted mostly of bone. Harry gently ran his fingers through Draco's hair. Draco could not stop moving. No matter how hard he tried to sleep all he thought about was having to pee. This keep Harry up.
" Draco, is there a problem." Harry stated seeing that there clearly was.
" No... Well." He really thought about telling Harry but that would be dumb. He Just had to wait for his father."...No" Draco said, but you could hear the tears in his voice. Harry knew what's wrong.
" Honestly Draco I wont make fun of you. Your only ten." This made Draco cry. At ten Lucius would never had embarrassed himself like this in the muggle world. Age had nothing to do with it. " Draco what's wrong?" He wanted the real awnser
His legs were now crossed and he was crying into the young skinny boys ribcage as he had no chest. " It doesn't matter!" Draco yelled. He just wished harry would go away. Maybe he would if Draco let him. Draco got up." GO! I don't want any body to have to see me like this again." Harry stared and then got up he could help the boy. After all there were plenty of days when he was younger, That his aunt had looked him in his spare room, and well... Harry shuddered understanding what the boy was going through. Embarrassment is the worst punishment ever. " I should have never talked to you, You filthy muggle. "Draco knew harry was not a muggle but he let it go.
" Come here." Harry said dragging Draco behind one of the many privacy fences.
" I can't ..." Draco stopped. He fell to the ground. Being only ten this was to much for him. Harry picked Draco up almost dropping him, not being used to lifting people. " Why did you do that?" Draco said crying." The sudden movement caused him to pee. Quickly crossing his legs tighter.
" I don't know." Harry did not want to admit to the real reason. Sitting Draco on the ground he looked into the boys eyes and saw his pain. " Your father is a bad man not to have picked you up tonight, I just met you but I can tell he has caused you a lot of pain in your life." Draco blushed , as more pee escaped him. Harry didn't care." Its O.K to let go." Harry turned.
" I can't people live here and... and .." Draco could not find the right words so he used the wrong ones. "You.'
" I won't judge you, besides I may not be smart but what your doing is very unhealthy." Harry walked behind Draco who was now jumping up in down. Wrapping his arms around Draco was all it took. Harry meant it as a sweet embrace, but also to push the boy to do what he needed. Draco sobbed for a second .
" I am sorry, Harry." it took fifteen seconds to make to whole front side of the ten year olds pants to become wet, but it took two minutes for him to stop. Draco's face scarlet with embarrassment. This was something he would never live down. Or should he say his father would never let him.
"Give me you pants." Harry said, as he started to take of his pant. " Come on, now its almost sunrise!" It would be easier had harry take the blame
" You can't" Draco said, breathing fast and crying hard.
" I am now hurry up." Draco gave harry his pants.
"thank you" The exchange was silent. Draco was quickly able to put Harry's pant on. Harry didn't want to make Draco feel worse, so he made it look like it was easy to put on the pre- soaked pants. Draco had been embarrassed enough he just wanted to go home to Malfoy manor.
A owl appeared suddenly from the corner of the street. Draco knew his father had sent it. attached to its foot was Floo Powder. He grabbed the powder and sent the owl away.
" Harry this years going to change your life. So do me a favor try to forget about me , and umm " Draco pointed at the pants." This." He threw the flow powder And said the words "Malfoy Manner." But no sooner then he got there did he wish he could go back, There stood Lucius with a belt in his hands ready to punish Draco Malfoy.
Chapter 2~
In this chapter we will be skipping ahead to years into Hogwarts. I feel it is important to give a age update because Draco and Harry are different ages. Draco is now twelve, and Harry is thirteen. As second years Hermione made Prefect and Ron is well Ron. You should also know Snape is Draco's Godfather, but there so close Draco calls him Uncle Sevus. I hope you liked the first chapter be prepared for this one, its a little sadder then the first. P.S there are flash backs in this. Shall I begin.
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Draco Malfoy was exited the summer was ending, living in Malfoy Manor had became pure torture since his mother passed last year, at least that's what the Daily Prophet heard. Father, was always drunk or getting drunk. As Draco packed up his text books , something on one caught his eye, his blood. Draco would never admit to anyone that his father, and fellow death eaters beat him, but some times the pain of the memory's hit him full force. Sitting down on his bed Draco held the book.
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Lucius swayed grabbing on to the fellow death eaters arm as he walked up the steps of Malfoy Manor. Draco looked out his window, knowing he had nobody to protect him when his drunken father came upstairs. Lucius threw open the door in one swift motion. The room quickly filled with smells of alcohol and cigars. "You boy stand up." Draco didn't stand, he sat there pretending to read a textbook. The History of Magic to be exact. " Get your nose out of that book, boy stand up." Draco refused "Accio History of Magic" The book flew out of Draco's hand and into his fathers. "Now stand."
Moving slowly towards Lucius, Draco spoke. " Father must we do this tonight I go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. What if..." Draco's Protest was cut short by the hard slap the partially sober death eater made across his face. His father then hit him with the book, were one of the edges left a gash in his head. His platinum hair quickly turning a deep scarlet color.
" Take you shirt off." Lucius ordered. Draco knew what this meant. His father was going to whip him. Not like the belts he used to use, but a actual whip. Maybe he found this punishment more entertaining. Draco took his shirt off and put it in his mouth not wanting to break of any more teeth. It was always a pain getting them fixed. Draco leaned against the wall taking the first hard thrash. It stung, but the pain was so familiar that wasn't the worst part. After Draco's back had been covered in large cuts from whip. His father would pour whatever alcohol they were drinking earlier over his back and on his t-shirt leaving him there to suffer in pain.
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Draco threw the book up against the wall, refusing to bring it. He hurried down stairs to see if Lucius was home, silly of course it is day time. He probably didn't know Draco even had to leave today he's so drunk. He was gone as Draco suspected, but Draco like most people left a note. It read.
Dear Lucius,
I have no clue were you are right now, but summer break is over. I have leave now if I want to make it to platform nine and three quarters. Lucius you have not treated me the best you could as a father this summer, but you certainly taught me what it meant to be a Malfoy. Try not to get drunk as often, I say this as if you care, but it is truly in your best interest. I am only looking out for the father I once loved.
Malfoy
P.S; I have arranged plans ahead to stay with Uncle Sevus during school holidays. I gave him no reasoning why, I hope your happy Lucius Malfoy. Father.
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Meanwhile at the Privet Drive Harry had not woke up yet his body still in a almost coma like state from the dehydration, and lack of food the Dursly's provided him. He was officially late for the first time, and had missed the train to Hogwarts. Hagrid's owl flew in the window, making screeching noises attempting to wake Harry. The owl finally gave up and scratched his arm, it would not have been deep n a normal body. But Harry was far to skinny , the scratch was deep and needed attention. Harry woke up realizing what time of day it was , and that the train had left. Grabbing his wand, broomstick. he tip toed out of the house quickly. His body ached, Harry mentally motivated himself to keep going, something that he had to do many days with the Dursly's. Harry got one his broom and started towards Hogwarts. He couldn't help, but think of the condition he had been in just the day before.
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Harrys Uncle handed him another list of chores to do, he had to have them all done before dinner in order to receive any food. His uncle being the cruel man he was, made sure this was never possible. The last time harry had a decent meal was at Hogwarts, and even there he didn't eat like all the other kids. Harry would eat one helping of food. He also never ate dessert, the last time he ate something chocolate was, well when Draco gave him it.
"Get a move on boy, what are you doing still standing in the kitchen, you should fixing the flat on the car." Harry Uncle gave him a hard slap on his back and pushed him forcefully to the garage. The heat was unbearable, for harry, but to ask for water... well the punishments would be even worse. Harry was never allowed to ask for things, they had to be offered or thrown at him, or thrown away. Being very lucky there just happened to be a some stale water in the car. It wasn't much and Harry regretted drinking it, as soon as he did he became nauseas. "One More day ..." Harry said out loud, he didn't mean to, but it was what he had been thinking.
A few hours passed and It was midday, Harry sat outside watching his Aunt ,Uncle , and annoying Cousin eat a large amount of food. They always left the windows open for this reason. The food smelled burnt, but it made Harry hungry. His stomach roared at him. Knowing that there was nothing that he could do until he got back to Hogwarts Harry listened to his angry stomach, and finished his chores. The Dursly's didn't let him inside the house until 3:24 in the morning causing the cold air to make his bones ache, but harry didn't care. He went to sleep listening to two things this time, his stomach and the quite sobs, that had became a lullaby over time.
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At Hogwarts everything changes, for Draco Malfoy, well he becomes his father , hiding his true felling inside him. Taking out his anger on mudblood's. When secretly all Draco didn't care who you are, he was usually jealous of the people he picked on. Ron and Herminie are perfect examples of his jealousy , only now did Draco realize this. Ron had family and siblings who loved him. Herminie had parents who didn't care what she did, she was perfect in there eyes. Draco had only met one other person who he could relate to, but sometime last year that person decided he hated him. That person was harry. The two had grown so far apart that they now only called each other by there last names.
For harry, there was only one big change, He was forced to see Draco Malfoy, this year. They now shared the defense against the dark arts class. But the little changes is what harry enjoyed ; drinkable and assessable water, which he seemed to take advantage of, There was also the idea of sleep, or food. Two things Harry really had not had over the summer.
Malfoy looked at Harry who seemed to be struggling with finding somebody who knew the password for the Gryffindor common room. Of course Malfoy knew it, He bought the knowlage of one of the first years just minutes ago. The Potter boy looked towards Draco who was walking his way.
"Potter, are you locked out again ?" Draco teased mockingly. Of course he was going to help, but why not have some fun now.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, blushing." Yeal, I actually missed, everything, even the sorting. You don't have a clue where I can find a prefect do you?"
Draco thought, this meant potter didn't eat, the boy was already bones, maybe he should. Yes he will. " Potter did they...Never mind." He couldn't. Potter and him were enemy's now. Draco started to walk away," The passwords is pig snout " Draco watched Harry climb carefully into the portrait hole then made his way down to the Slytherin common room.
"Pure Blood" Draco was greeted into the Slytherin common room, but he walked past everybody. Not in the mode to talk. Uncle Sevus picked up on this lack of enthusiasm and walked into his godsons room.
" Draco, is something bothering you?" Snape knew that something was, but Draco could not be forced to talk. Draco not been acting himself all summer.
" No ... Well actually yes, I told my father you'd let me stay with you over the summer." Draco paused. " If I can't I'll find someplace to go but I cant go back to him uncle Sevus." Draco could see that he was going to need to give some sort of explanation, but why tonight. His body ached from the beating he had just yesterday.
" I know you never liked your father, but that's no reason to disown family. Draco My dad" Snape Paused unsure weather to go on." Well he was a crazy man, but he was just like me. He used to tell me things I didn't want to hear though. So in turn I started um..."Snape raised up his jacket, so you could see the scars. "He told me I would never amount to any thing, that I was never going to be as good as him. He was wrong Draco."
They talked for another ten minutes, and then snape left. Draco felt guilt hit full force, but Potter was his enemy why was he feeling like this. Draco's mind swirled, for hours. Finally managing to go to sleep. It was four in the morning when Draco woke himself, his hair sticking to face, his shirt drenched with sweat. What had he been dreaming about?
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Dear Malfoy,
It came to my attention today that you are not as bad of a guy that I made you out to be, I never thanked you for helping me with the password.
Tear this note up after reading it, I would prefer for people not to think that I ever sent you a letter. See you in class.
-Potter
Harry paced back and fourth, the note seemed a little friendly to send to your enemy. Yes, it was. Could he possibly send it.
"Harry! When did you get here?" Ron yelled excitedly, like he didn't share a room with harry and hear him come in last night. Sometimes the boy could be so clueless. Ron eyed the note in the skinny boys hand, harry then started to put it in his pocket. "What's that? " Ron said pointing to the note in his pocket."
"Uh letter, But I am not going to send it." Harry frowned. Not a fake frown, he was being truthful. Malfoy had at one point been his friend, but some were along calling his best friend a mudblood, and telling him that he hung out with the wrong type. Well that changed.
"I'll send it, What's it say Harry." Ron could not see that harry was about three seconds away from crying other wise he would have stopped. Ron did notice a few of the usual things, Harry was skinny then before he left, and he was dirty; greasy hair and grass stains on his clothing. This was usual for harry, but most times he made a attempt to clean himself up before people noticed.
"Ron, You can't be mad at me." Harry paused." I know I am mad at myself but for different reasons." Harry shoved the letter into Ron's hands and sat down on the bed. Not ready for one of his best friends to hate him. To think he betrayed him. Ron Read the letter in his head, then out loud, then in his head again. He looked up and ... was laughing at him.
"See you in class... Not the bad guy I made you out to be." Ron laughed at harry who was crying very loud in front of his friend. " Harry Malfoy is a bad guy! " Ron had stopped laughing and looked serious.
"You don't know him, the way I used to, Ron." Taking the letter back harry strapped it onto Hedwig's foot, whispering "Draco Malfoy." The bird refused at first but then took off to the great hall.
"You called him... We never, since he called Herminie a mudblood. " Harry knew what Ron wanted to say, Harry called him Draco. That was his first name. Harry missed calling him that.
"Fear of a name only increases fear itself." Harry used Herminie's own words against Ron. "Give him a second chance." Harry made his way to the great hall, not willing to argue with Ron any more.
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Draco Malfoy had been in the great hall for thirty minutes now. He already ate, and was bored. it was becoming a worrisome task trying not to pay attention to the burning pain on his back and shoulders. He received a nudge from a fellow Slytherin, who noticed he was drifting of to sleep.
"Look that's Hedwig, Why is she going to the Slytherin table." Malfoy's head perked up so he could see who was receiving mail from Potter, but the stubborn owl was just sitting in front of him. Laughter grew at the Slytherin table, all Draco could think about was what unforgivable curse he would use on potter. He grabbed the letter from the owl violently. Exchanging a look with potter , who seemed unhappy. Ripping the letter open , he read it.
"Give me a quill," The person didn't respond still laughing at Draco. Taking a quill for himself Malfoy etched,
Potter,
Eat! Your all bones again.
Malfoy
The owl took the letter giving it back to Harry who almost smiled. Draco watched though as the boy still didn't eat at the great hall that morning.
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Draco became frustrated with his enemy why. Walking quickly down the halls to his History of Magic class he forgot all about the, missing book. Only after he sat down, Draco understood what class he was in. " Fuu..." Eyes were on him now. " We'll get over your self's. " Draco blushed and buried his head in his desk. The teacher soon came over to see what was wrong.
" Draco Malfoy is there a problem! " The teacher said in a accusing voice," Mr. Malfoy told me to call if you started acting up in class again." This particular teacher was not concerned, she just wanted to make Draco's day a little harder.
" Don't call him... " Draco's head still laid down on the table, " You cant." The teacher shot him a sympathetic look and went on with class.
The rest of the day flew by, but Draco felt some what upset that Harry wasn't eating. This was one of the few things Draco did care about, he was no longer living with the muggles. Why would Harry still refuse to eat food offered to him. Draco unlike many other students had a free period, Harry however was a student who did not. He wanted to be forceful to make harry himself again, not the skeleton nobody seemed to notice. Speeding up as he reached the Gryffindor tower, Draco found himself face to face with the fat lady again.
"Password.." She drew the word out, Giving her a lower voice.
"Pig snout " Draco rushed the words out of his mouth, he walked up what he assumed was the boy hall to find harry and Ron's room. Hedwig immediately started screeching. Fumbling through his pockets Draco pulled out a chocolate frog. Using one of Harry's quills and apiece of parchment he scribbled ;
Dear Harry,
Eat , please. I remember the eleven year old you had no hesitation to the same chocolate frog. I hope you will listen to me, You look like a skeleton.
-I rather not say, incase Ron finds this, but you know who I am.
P.S; I hope those Muggles treated you well.
Leaving the note on Harrys bed Draco dashed out of the dorm and down to his room. It was empty, almost pathetic, that he had nothing to fill the room with. Draco laid on his bed thinking about this summers events. Eventually falling asleep.
"Draco, you missed half your classes today! Wake up!" Draco peered open one eye, it was his uncle Sevus.
"I am sorry, its just." Not able to explain Draco struggled for words.," I cant tell you, Hey you don't happen to know if the prefects shower room is empty do you?" it was a strange question to ask but his Uncle did not care. Draco had to have complete privacy, He needed it. It was one of the upsides to being a prefect.
"Yes, well they were. May I ask why?" Snape started to leave the room." I'd get down there if I was you. Dumbledore set a new rule even the prefects cant be out of bed past nine.
After his uncle left room, Draco grabbed his towel , robes , shampoos and soaps. He also grabbed a razor, then put it down remembering the last time.
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Chapter 3~
Draco woke, his still wet from the night before. How was that possible, if he were correct. The blondes thin hair should have had at least eight hours to dry. Taking a minute to rub his eyes and sit up into a more awake state, the Malfoy noticed what had woke him. He doubled over in pain as his over full bladder made itself noticed. Draco looked at the green number displayed on the ceiling. yes it was to early in the morning to leave the Slytherin dorm. Snape had surly set some sort of alarm... again. Draco though back to last year. Pansy was in the same predicament and set a alarm of, thus wetting herself in the Slytherin common room. The blonde shifted before attempting to go back to sleep. ' This is going to be a long night.' He fell asleep forty five minutes later.
" Draco wake up, now your going to miss Hogsmade. Hurry!" Pansy of all people was pulling, on the tired Slytherin's arms forcing him out of bed. Before he could protest he did not want to go to Hogsmade, and that the sold common items pansy had pulled a shirt over the white tank top Draco fell asleep in.
" O.K., O.K. " Draco said fixing the top and putting on a pair of slacks, and a belt. A choice he would soon regret, having forgot all about his urgent need. Making a grab for his wand and a hair brush, the Malfoy was out the door. disposing of the hairbrush soon after.
...I noticed I've used quit a few time skips in this chapter,...
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Draco had got rid of pansy five minutes ago and was regretting that choice, now having nothing to distract him from his now aching bladder. The young boy searched the streets and had found one place with a loo, The leaky cauldron, the lines were incredibly long and at that point time he convinced his somewhat stubborn mind he could wait. Now he was on his way back in the leaky cauldron. Trying his hardest not to make a display of himself The Malfoy walked swiftly to the loo. Managing to run face first into the opening door, a short spurt escaped him. He avoided grabbing himself and crossed his legs. 'If father could see me !' The boy thought causing his eyes to become glassy.
" Malfoy." Harry was the guy that had opened the door, Draco reopened the door to be greeted by a line longer the last time. Harry followed.
" What do you want Potty, and don't even tell me you are here for the loo. After you almost broke my nose leaving it ." Malfoy exaggerated. People were staring.
" No, I wanted to tell you I am sorry and thank you for the chocolate frog. You were right Malfoy. " Malfoy smirked at this. Then notice Ron who was at the front of the line was also staring, listening deeply to the conversation.
" Yeah right potter like I would ever send you a chocolate frog, I don't fancy you, the famous boy who lived. " Malfoy crossed his legs as he leaned against the was trying to look causal. Failing.' Not in front of Harry' He thought. He knew he sent harry the chocolate frog, but he also knew that he was seconds away from wetting himself. He had to get rig of potter.
"I never said I fancy you," The raven hair boy said, he was now on the verge of crying." How dare you Draco ? After I helped you all those years ago? I wont help you today" Potter was screaming. He stormed out of the bathroom, on the verge of tears. What happened to the Draco who visited the muggle world. This was all a game to him. Yes He supposed it was.
Ron left his spot at the front of the line and was now face to face with Draco. There were two things the weasly had going for him at this point; One Draco left his wand with Pansy and was terrible at fighting Muggle style. Two Malfoy had just lost another spurt in his trousers and it was now visible through the thin fabric, he was surly going to play this to his strengths. " Ron please ." Draco looked down, indicating he was about to lose it all. Ron noticed. " Please I didn't mean to hurt him." This was partly true.
" I'm sorry, I did not ask for you to speak. " Ron put a silencing charm on the blonde. The people in the bathroom stared Draco would have been in the middle of the line by now but Ron had not allowed him to move. " Now , where were we? Ah yes. " Draco squirmed, A large spurt escaped him. Giving up on his dignity he moved his hands to his now soaking wet trousers. Ron teased. " Ah Malfoy, did you hear that. Oh no well I'm sure your father will. Maybe I will write him a letter, better yet a howler." Ron chuckled " I don't want to keep Harry waiting, but if you ever hurt one of my friends again I will make sure you have a punishment much worse then this. Sorry to end the fun so soon." Ron punched Draco in the bladder, causing him to involuntarily release his bodily fluids. ( Just so you guys know this is very important this is the reason Draco will have bladder problems. Ron Damaged something down there. Poor Draco.) Along with tear. Ron released the silencing spell." Oh and clean this up."
"Are you O.K Lad." A braver man walked up to the child who was now throwing paper towels in the puddle on the floor." Here let me get that, Draco continued cleaning. Wizards watching in amazement. Only one noticing whose child this was. The braver man had a name. Sirus Black.
" No I am not!" Draco said getting to the point, "the only person whom I have ever wanted to be my friend. Hates me and I love him. I just wanted him to leave, I didn't think I could make it... and..." The blonde was now having a panic attack. " And I didn't, and it hurts no bad." The mad looked down at Draco who was clutching his stomach.
" Here" Sirus grabbed some towels and finished cleaning the mess up, before spelling Draco clean. " I am sorry, I know what it feels like, though to be misunderstood." Sirus did being misunderstood landed him a first class cell in Azkaban. " You should be getting home now."
" Tha..." Draco stopped remembering he did not know the man, he headed back for Hogwarts. Hoping to get back after dinner so he wouldn't see ron or harry.
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Dear reader,
Yes I cut this short sorry. |
chapter 4 ~ I wrote it last night when I was really tired.....
Twice, Twice had Draco Malfoy wet the bed over the weekend, not only that but he had resorted to not sleeping after the second accident and was now running on the little energy he had left and for the first time ever he wished he could skip potions.
" Mr. Malfoy can you tell me what the use of pufferfish eyes are?" Severus drawled. He had not paid much attention to the young Slytherin up until this time. He always called on Draco at some point during class, if not more then once, but now he had regretted that decision. Severus Snape was not a dumb man. He could tell that the boy was tired, but why? Dracos head rolled off his elbows, and hit the table earning snickers from the Gryffindor's.(Including Harry) " Draco !" Severus nearly shouted, enough was enough there was no reason for the boy to be sleeping in class.
Draco picked his head up off the table blushing, what if Snape owled his father? " I'm sorry sir." He whispered. " What, what was the question ?" He asked even though he wasn't sure he could get the question right in this state.
" What are pufferfish eyes used for?" Severus frowned, shaking his head at the boy. He would be owling Lucius. What made the boy think he could do that.
" I ... umm .. I don't know." Draco said as he stared at his feet. Harry glanced at Draco across the room. What was he doing, they had just covered this last year. He unconsciously began to mouth the words swelling potion. Draco however did not catch that, as he couldn't look at Harry or Ron.
" I see Draco. I hate to do this but I feel my hand has been forced, 10 points from Slytherin for Dracos stupid mistakes. " Severus said his loud voice echoing thought the room. At that moment Severus back turned and a large paper all hit the back of Dracos neck. He didn't dare open it, he already knew the just of what it would say. This wasn't his fault though. It was Ron's right?
...15 minutes later after Severus explained they would be working with partners...
Draco frowned, he didn't have to work with a partner if he didn't want to did he? He watched as all of his fellow Slytherin's buddied up. Nobody wanted to be his partner today. Was this done on purpose? Was he being punished? Draco sat back down and slumped in his chair.
" Malfoy ... uhh Professor Snape split me and Ron up. He said we don't work well together, so I am working with you." Harry smiled from behind the blonde, he was still mad at him of course, but somebody had to be the bigger person. Draco slid his books over so Harry could take a however did not take the seat.
"I guess we should go get the stuff for our potions." Harry mumbled out.
Draco shifted in his seat, he could not get up. Not only was he too tired, but he had to pee. He didn't have to pee bad, but it sure was taking a toll on him. Draco began to worry the second he realized it to. Who wouldn't after having wet the bed at his age. He didn't want to have a day time accident, but this was double potions, and the teacher was Snape. On top of that he had disrupted class earlier so he knew he could not ask for permission. " Can you get em?" Draco asked slurring his words.
Harry knew Draco was tired and agreed to go get the potions. When he got back he noticed Draco had his legs crossed, it was odd to catch a guy crossing his legs. Thats how Hermione sat right? Harry blew the though off and focused on the task at hand. " So we put in the Phoenix feather first right?" He asked.
Draco pressed his thighs together tightly, currently his need to go was the only thing keeping him from falling asleep. " Yeah uh here let me do it." Draco took the feather from Harry and threw it carelessly into the cauldron.
Harry picked up on Draco's carelessness, what was with him today. " Malfoy?" He said wondering if the next words out of his mouth would really be such a great idea. " Whats with you today?" Fail... It came out wrong. He had meant to be more caring to the teenager, after all Malfoy had tried to be caring to him.
Draco looked at the boy in shock and embarrassment. Could he tell? No! No, he had to be talking about earlier in class. Even so it was none of Harrys business, he had the odd compulsion to tell the boy why he was being kept up at night. " I dont want to talk about it o.k !" He snapped, another affect of the tiredness. He regretted snapping at the boy a moment later, but continued working on the potion.
"Sorry I was just concerned." Harry mumbled under his breath as he passed Draco a odd coloured liquid. Draco took the vial, dropping it in quickly. His need enhanced at the sight. Draco began to squirm violently in his seat and he was positive Harry noticed. He was thankful the boy had decided not to say anything.
" Can you finish this?" Draco asked as he stuck a hand under the table to grab himself.
Harry smiled, blushing at the site before him. " Yeah, whatever. You ow me one." He said.
Draco laid his head down on the table his body now looked like it was folded in the shape of a human pretzel. " Uhh... Potter ?" He moaned.
Severus was making rounds of the tables to make sure everybody was making the potions correctly. They were not! Not only did the awful looking potion catch his attention but his sleeping ( or thats what it looked like. ) Slytherin did. Severus swiftly walked over to there table, lapping some books down by Dracos head. " Just what do you think you are doing Mr. Malfoy?!" He sneered.
Draco gasped as he held himself tighter, a spurt escaping him. He turned his head on the desk slightly , but did not move it off the desk. " Nothing sir. " He whimpered.
" I see and you are not helping Potter why?" Severus complained. He could tell that Draco was in pain but there was no reason for him to be, so the boy would have to get over it.
" Because ahhh..." another spurt. Draco closed his eyes in embarrassment. He was tired and he wanted to let go. He wanted class to end.
" Because I wanted to do it by myself !" Harry interrupted. He could tell Draco wasnt himself today, helping him would pay off latter right?
" I see that Potter. Draco get up." Severus said. The boy was falling back asleep in his chair again. Severus pulled the back of the boys shirt forcing him protested.
" Please sir no! No I cant! " but under Severus's forced hand he did, and the whole classes attention was on them. " Please I cant. " Draco said as he was dancing frantically in place. His body had enough and he lost a long spurt. Clearly visible through the front of his pants. Severus watched in awe.
" Draco?" Harry said from behind him. It hurt him to see the boy like that again. " Draco ... look at me not them " He said pulling the red faced boy closer to him. Draco could not take the sudden motion and lost it all. No matter how hard he tried to regain control he could not. His body ached. Across the room he could hear laughter coming from the same ginger who caused him this problem.
" I'm sorry." He mumbled.
" . Detention tonight!" Severus said. It wasnt a real detention but Draco didnt know that and he began to cry.
" Professor Snape if it is o.k with you I think I will take Malfoy to the bathroom to get cleaned up." Harry smiled. What was he doing?
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Snape is sorta the bad guy in this chapter, but over the next few chapters his and Dracos relationship changes alot. ( Not in a weird way more father son like) |
First Chapter
I awoke in the half-light of the dawn to the muffled sobs of a small girl standing beside my bed. I rubbed my eyes and, barely awake, turned to greet her. Her crystal tear-stained cheeks were the first thing I noticed. Small and weak; she stood before me, her hands covering her eyes.
‘Hey, hey – be calm. Why do you cry, little sister?’ her whimpering quietened as I gestured her to come closer.
‘...Brother...brother.'
I knew she had wet her bed. Should she drink hot-milk in the evenings she will never fail to wake up in soaked sheets. It’s almost prophetic.
‘It’s alright. There’s no need to cry.’
Her soaked sheets have been half removed and even in this soft light can you make out the heavily stained mattress. I’m always amazed by her night-time accidents. Often huge, it’s strange to think such a small girl has the capacity to flood her bed so; and yet here before me – this mattress, sodden beyond belief, carries with it uncountable stains. To think it may be half as clean if she would only heed my warnings of the dangers that hot-milk brings should she drink it in the evening.
She begs me not to dry it in the street were the other children my see it, but our house is small and we have no yard. I jokingly tell her that should she be questioned, she may say that it is my bed, though I appear to have pushed too far – she lets out another whimper.
The sun has risen a little higher and now casts its full light upon the world. My little sister has left to clean herself at the public baths, while I’m left to clean her sheets and pyjamas. Her mattress rests beside our house, soaking in the sun’s rays. I grimace at the thought that yet another huge stain will be engraved upon it, but she has no choice but to put up with it. We cannot afford the luxury of a new mattress for her at this moment.
Our house, while far from decrepit, is always in need of repair. It’s a small wooden box - a wooden floor, wooden walls and a wooden roof in a poor outer suburb of a decent sized city. All the homes here are much the same, consisting of either one or two rooms. We are lucky, in that sense, to have afforded a house with two rooms – even if they are only small. I always feared my dear sister would become lost in the monotony of the outer suburbs, so she and I painted our home in pinks and blues and whites. It became a beacon by which she will always find me.
On top of repairs, we have water and electricity to pay for, and the spare change we can muster together when we visit the local shrine. We must respect the gods, for they give us hope in these hard times. At least, that’s what I've been taught.
When I’m finished with the washing, I place it all in a basket in preparation to hang it on the community clothes line very near to the house. Just one step outside and I notice the lovely neighbour from the house opposite ours walk by – she too, carries a basket of laundry. She’s beautiful – small breasted and athletic, but every bit of her: a woman. I feel she is older than me, but I cannot be sure. We catch eyes as she walks by and gives me a smile. I dumbly stare back and follow her to the clothes line. She begins hanging out clean white sheets and various items of clothing – cotton and lace panties, brassieres. I quickly avert my eyes when she catches me staring, and fumble with my sister’s garments. I’m quite embarrassed to hang out a sheet covered in stains of all shapes and sizes, but my neighbour knows it is not mine.
So kind is she, that I find myself invited to eat dinner with her on many occasions. My little sister invited too, of course. She cooks for us when we cannot afford to cook for ourselves, and she cares for my little sister when I am out working.
My eyes wander to her firm arse; her tight pants leaving little to the imagination. My lovely neighbour, if only you looked at me the way I look at you. I can barely sleep knowing she is but a few steps away. I lay awake at night thinking of nothing but her. Should I sleep, I dream only of her - fleeting illusions of her that disappear and leave an empty darkness in the chill air of the dawn, should my sister awaken me with soft sobs and wet sheets.
‘Would you stay for dinner tonight?’ my thoughts are interrupted by a heavenly voice.
‘Y-yes. Thank you.’
She smiles and nods happily. ‘It’s rice and grilled pork’.
‘Thank you for taking care of my sister and I.’ my thanks are the only thing I can offer her, but she is always happy to receive it.
‘I’ll see you tonight, then.’ and with that, she picks up her basket and departs, but not before pointing to my sister’s stained sheet and giving me a wink.
‘No more hot-milk! You spoil her!’ she cheerily laughs and my heart pines. I think to myself how dangerous she is, as I too pick up my basket and depart for home.
End of Excerpt
-Notes-
Should I go back on this title? I'm sure it'll have something to do with the plot. Eventually.
This isn't the full first chapter, rather I'm just fishing for responses/ criticism. Think of it as a "trial chapter"
The story will eventually cover more than "bedwetting", should I continue - desperation, wetting, etc.
All text is subject to change and revision.
I'll probably move this to Community Stories as it goes on.
Edited June 16, 2013 by FFF
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CHAPTER 3
There was a decent amount of time where the two women just sat in awkward silence. Waiting for the enigmatic Jane to arrive and staying completely focused on their bladders. Each in their own way. Regina, the more obvious about her need, was doing some sort of awkward shuffle/dance in her seat, trying to find some level of comfort. While Regina made her need blatantly obvious, Kathryn's need had become so strong that even if she was comfortable shifting around like Regina it wouldn't do her any good. Her bladder had been so full before, that it was to the point where it had no growing room, and was just stretching painfully outwards trying to accept the liquids her body kept producing. She was a fairly thin girl, and the bulge in her lower abdomen was very obviously protruding and it was torment to move even the slightest bit.
Then through two huge metal doors that slid open, the women hadn't even noticed them before because they were painted the same color of the walls, very well hidden. A very beautiful woman entered the room, and the only noise in the room was the shuffle of Regina, and the click, clack, of Jane's very tall heels hitting the tile floor with each step. She brought rolled in a cart, similar to one they'd use for room service. But, on the cart was a strange arrangement of things that looked like they might be used in a surgical office. This was the first time that even Regina got scared, what had she gotten herself into? All for a wee, maybe Kathryn had been right. Jane was tall, very thin but curvy in the right places, wearing nothing but a very small little black dress, and those red heels.
"Alright ladies, now I don't want you to be alarmed. Nothing that I have here is going to hurt you. It is Mister Dwayne's orders that I am following so please don't be alarmed. He's a very trusted doctor, and we are just testing some of his newly invented methods. First thing I need to do is remove your pants, as to insert this small device into your peehole, it's similar to a catheter." Jane said trying to reassure and help the women understand their circumstances. "I know it might be kind of uncomfortable to have someone that up close to your private area, but please try to stay calm as, I need to insert the machine in properly."
Regina was really scared, but she also couldn't ignore the fact that she felt like she was literally going to flood this chair any minute. "What about getting to pee? I really really need to go..." She trailed off quietly, scared of the response. But, despite being scared, something about Jane's tranquility and her calm tone helped both girls feel a bit more comfortable than they would have otherwise. Having another girl there, made the whole thing seem a little less scary for some reason. Almost, like she understood their predicament. "Regina, this machine here will allow you relief, if you can just please hold it until I get the machine in, Mister Dwayne will be very upset if you get his floor wet." She assured the middle-aged latina, she would get relief. This helped her relax a little bit, but not much. Kathryn's entire body was stiff with desperation, her muscles absolutely quivering, using their very last efforts to hold on to all the pee desperately trying to get by.
Jane calmly came towards Regina with a pair of scissors, "I need to cut your jeans off, as I've been instructed not to uncuff you. I'm sorry for the strange procedure." Regina allowed the women to do it, as all she could think about at the time was her need to pee, nothing else. The women slid Regina's black lacy panties aside, and slid her fingers between her lips. Regina's body got tense, her skin was tingly with goosebumps. Nervous, confused, and slightly turned on. She allowed the strange women to put the little plastic machine in her peehole, it felt a little odd, just like it didn't belong but it didn't hurt. "I don't feel any relief yet? I still have to go really really bad." Regina whined. Having the women messing around down there did not help her situation at all. "Don't worry, shortly. Just hold on." She said with a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Jane went over to Kathryn, who looked incredibly scared. "Sweetheart, don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. But, I do have to put the little plastic machine inside you too, okay?" Kathryn nodded her head slightly between her sobs from the pain of her bladder, and her terror of the situation she was in. The women was more easily able to cut open Kathryn's pants because they were a dress pants material rather than jean. "Please hurry!" Regina hollered. "I'm trying dear, Just hold on a little bit longer." Jane tried to keep both ladies calm. As uncomfortable as she was with the situation, the promise of relief for her bladder was sounding quite good for Kathryn too so she let the woman insert the little device.
She grabbed a long tube like thing off of the cart and attached it to the end of the plastic thing in her peehole. Meekly Kathryn asked "What's th--at for?" Jane didn't immediately answer but rather went over to Regina and put the other end of the tube into her machine. "Now girls, please don't panic. This is all part of the process. But your bladders are both connected now by the machines and if you need relief your pee will be going into the other woman, so please try to collaborate and work together. You have no way to stop the other woman's pee from going inside you if she pees, so keep that in mind." Jane said before leaving the room.
The womens' eyes widened, they were left dumbfounded by what they just heard. Here they were, both unquestionably dying for a wee and the only way they could get relief was to further strain the bladder of the other.
That's where I was going to go with it, but I'm not so sure any more. Many ideas are rolling around in my mind. :) So there's no guarantee anymore. |
So, this is an Omo I wrote about Link from "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". I found Link extremely attractive in this game and couldn't wait to write an omo about him. Hope you guys like it!!
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The sun was rising over Hyrule field, illuminating the light colored stone of the Bridge of Eldin. Link slept nearby, sprawled out on the grass in a tangle of blankets. Midna was watching him, floating a few inches above Epona's saddle. She didn't have the same need to sleep that humans did. She could sleep a few hours and then be wide-awake for days. So she usually got very bored while Link was sleeping, and would think about her life as the Twilight Princess before she had been turned into an imp, and obsessing over revenge on Zant. But she grew tired of that at times, and that's when she would start thinking up amusing situations Link could possibly end up in. Amusing to her anyway; Link probably wouldn't be too happy being in the situations Midna thought up.
The sun reached a point where its rays reached Midna, and she floated off of Epona and over to Link. Midna shook Link to rouse him before melting into his shadow, where she would be safe from the sun. Link opened his large blue eyes and sat up, trying to untangle himself from his blanket. Once he was free he folded it over once, then rolled it up and fastened it to the back of Epona's saddle.
“Link, we need to go to the Snowpeak Ruins to find the next mirror shard.” Midna said, a tone of slight impatience in her voice. Link nodded and started putting on his clothes and gear. It took a few minutes to put on his chain mail shirt and tunic over the long sleeve shirt he had slept in, his belt, pouches of supplies, arm guards, hat, shield, and sword. He bent over to put on his boots and felt a familiar pressure in his lower abdomen. His bladder was full. Quite full actually, since he had forgotten to pee before he went to sleep the night before.
Link turned and headed for a nearby tree he could pee behind, but was slowed down by Midna, still in the form of a shadow, pulling on the back of his tunic.
“Wait, Link, we have to get that mirror shard!” Midna said. “You already wasted enough time sleeping, can't you hold it?” Link wasn't sure how long he could, but he nodded anyway. “Good! Now let's go.” Midna turned Link into a wolf and warped the two of them to Zora's Domain. They splashed into the pool of water in the Zora's throne room, and a second later Midna turned Link back into a human, retreating to his shadow again.
Landing in a pool of water, within hearing of a waterfall, was not good for Link's full bladder. He considered just peeing in the water, but he knew if he did the Zoras would be angry with him for defiling their sacred water. So he clenched his muscles and swam toward the waterfall. He climbed up onto the platform that was submerged underwater and buried his hands in his crotch, trying to ignore the sound of water rushing past his boots and down into the large pond below. Midna made a noise of impatience, and Link straightened up quickly.
“Just hold it, I know you can.” Midna said. Sighing, Link walked to the edge of the platform, jumped back into the water, and let it carry him down into the pond below. He swam to the closest bank quickly and climbed out of the water. His bladder throbbed painfully, begging to be released. Link's wet clothes weren't helping. They dripped water and invited his bladder to just release since he was wet already. Link groaned and held his penis through his pants, trying to give himself some relief so he could keep holding on. Midna giggled from his shadow, causing Link to blush in embarrassment. He removed his hands from his crotch and hurried into the cave-like passageway that led to Snowpeak.
The passageway wasn't very long, but to Link it felt like hours of walking into increasingly cold air with a full to bursting bladder. When they got to the end, Midna turned him into a wolf and hid in his shadow, though Link could feel her weight on his back. He sniffed around a little, and using his wolf senses he located the smell of reekfish. He set off after it, climbing up the snowy mountain.
Link could feel his bladder throbbing with every step he took, and he was fighting his wolf instincts to just lift his leg and pee in the snow. He knew it wouldn't take long if he did...Just a few minutes and he'd feel amazing relief...
Suddenly he found himself skidded to a halt with one of his rear legs in the air. His instincts took over and he began peeing forcefully into the snow. He hadn't even begun to feel relief however, when Midna smacked his on the back of the head and turned him back into his human form.
Link panicked, feeling pee soaking into his pants while he was on all fours with his right leg raised in the air, and he quickly got on his knees and grabbed his member with both hands, trying to force himself to stop peeing. It seemed impossible. He was just beginning to feel euphoric relief, and urine kept dribbling into his underwear despite his grip on his member.
“Link!” Midna shrieked angrily, “Stop peeing right now, or I'll warp us straight to Arbiter's Grounds and leave you in a room full of redeads!”
Well that sure got Link to stop. He whimpered and forced his sphincter muscles shut, stopping the dribbles. He didn't feel even close to empty, but he had let enough out that he thought he might have a chance of holding it for a while longer. His bladder still screamed for relief, and it was hard not to keep peeing once he had started. But he got to his feet, giving himself a few rubs to try and hold out for a little longer. Midna giggled.
“Keep moving. I'll let you go after we get the next mirror shard.”
Link squeezed himself and rubbed his thighs together while Midna watched from his shadow in fascination. She wanted to see just how long he could go without emptying his bladder. The human's need to urinate fascinated Midna. She had no need such as that, and she felt a strange, perverse pleasure watching Link struggle to fight his body's needs. Midna had been watching Link while he slept, and upon noticing him grab himself in his sleep occasionally she realized he had forgotten to relieve himself before he had gone to bed. She thought he looked incredibly cute standing there in slightly wet pants, holding himself. He looked much younger, and Midna found it adorable.
Link moaned as his bladder throbbed painfully, and he gave up all decency and stuck his hands down his wet pants to hold his penis better. He rubbed and squeezed until he felt some control back, and after he had mastered himself a bit he pulled his hands out of his pants, straightened up, rearranged his tunic, and continued walking up the mountain.
When he got to the top he saw a large tree and an even bigger creature that looked kind of like a yeti. The yeti-creature punched the tree, causing one of the frozen leaves to fall into the snow. It then put one foot onto the leaf and began sliding down the steep slope before him.
Link looked down at the slope and scanned the horizon, looking for some sign of the Snowpeak Ruins. He finally saw what looked like the roof of a large building, and Link groaned when he realized he'd have to slide down the slope like the yeti had. He rubbed himself through his damp pants a few times, then took a deep breath and rolled into the tree.
The impact into the tree jarred his bladder, and Link gasped as he felt a few more drops of urine leak into his underwear. He knelt in the cold snow with his thighs squeezed together, holding his penis in an iron grip. He looked at his shadow with pleading eyes, trying to convince Midna to let him pee. But Midna only giggled mockingly.
Link gave himself a few more rubs, then stood up. He walked over to the leaf that had fallen to the ground and got on it, then felt himself begin to slide down the slope.
It was torture for poor Link. Every little bump jarred his bladder, and he couldn't hold himself because he had to hold out his arms for balance. But at long last, he made it to the bottom of the slope. He slid past where the snow turned to ice covered cobblestone, and the frozen leaf his the stone and shattered, causing Link to fall flat on his face. He lost control of his bladder for a moment and he leaked a little more into his underwear before he managed to grab his member and stop the flow. He stuck his hands down his pants and rubbed and squeezed for a full minute. Link now had a slight erection, and it actually helped him hold his pee. He sighed when he felt the slight relief and got to his feet, blushing slightly when he realized Midna had probably just watched him give himself a hard-on.
Link hurried up the stone steps and opened the double doors of the large, falling-down house. He walked through the entryway, trying to keep his gait smooth and steady so he wouldn't leak again. He got to another set of double doors and went through, finding himself in a large living room with a fireplace.
The room was quite warm, and Link felt the frozen urine on his pants begin to thaw and tease his bladder again. He gritted his teeth and stepped toward a figure about his size that sat near the fireplace. He wanted to get this over quickly so he could release all of the urine that was stretching his poor bladder.
“Hello? We're looking for a mirror shard.” Midna had come out of Link's shadow and was addressing the figure near the fireplace. It looked kind of yeti-ish too, but much smaller and furrier. "About this big?” Midna gestured with her hands.
“Uh? Mirror? Oh....This mirror?” the yeti pointed to a large mirror shard sitting on a nearby table.
“Yes, that's it! Can we please have it?”
“Uh...husband give mirror to me...” the yeti mumbled, “Uh.....yes....take mirror.”
“Great, thanks!” Midna grabbed the mirror shard.
Meanwhile, Link's bladder begging for release. He did have a particularly strong bladder, but even he had his limits. Link shoved his hands into his crotch and began doing a very energetic pee-pee dance, much to his embarrassment.
“Uh...he okay?” the yeti pointed at Link.
“Oh, yes he's fine. Well bye now!” Midna quickly warped herself and Link out of the Snowpeak Ruins.
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Link began waking up before he even realized he had been sleeping. He was sitting in a grassy area, with his back propped against a rock. To his horror he heard running water nearby that made him realize his growing desperation.
Oh no, oh no, oh no! Link thought, hands darting to his crotch. He then heard a soft giggle that made him open his eyes and jump in surprise.
“So...How are you doing?” Midna floated a few feet away from him, protected by the shadow of the tall cliff they were near.
Link whimpered and moaned, squeezing himself to stop himself from leaking. He tried to get up so that he could whip himself out of his pants to pee, but found himself unable to move more than a few inches. Midna giggled, watching him struggle.
“You can't move silly. You can cross your legs and hold yourself, but you can't get up.” She grinned evilly. Link looked at her in horror. She wanted to watch him struggle not to pee himself! Tears of desperation clouded his vision as he crossed his legs tightly and rubbed his member. He couldn't hold on for much longer. He was at his limit.
“Nearly 24 hours...Wow.” Midna whispered, floating closer. “Just a little bit longer Link...” She reached out and touched his rock-hard bladder with her small hand. Her eyes widened with surprise. “You're really full, aren't you?” she pushed on his bladder, causing Link to gasp and whimper in pain. “I forced you to sleep for four hours.” she explained. “If you hold it for thirty more minutes, you'll have been holding it for a full twenty-four hours. After drinking lots of water yesterday and having two cups of tea with dinner. Do you think you can make it?” Link shook his head, tears running down his cheeks. “Hmmm....I think you can...” Midna felt Link's bladder again, grinning.
Ohh...I have to go so bad...Oh Farore make her stop! Link squirmed and twisted his legs, whimpering in pain and humiliation. He had never had to pee this bad in his life! Not even when he and Ilia had had a drinking contest to see who could drink the most tea and hold it the longest. She had given up after only two hours, but Link had been able to hold on for four before he gave up and went, wanting to save himself from the embarrassment of displaying his urge to go in front of Ilia.
Twenty minutes of squirming, twisting, and squeezing later, Link was losing his battle. He was leaking occasionally, and he was sure he had a large wet spot on his pants that would spread to his tunic if he leaked anymore. His bladder gave a particularly violent spasm, and he leaked for a whole four seconds before he managed to stop the flow. He could now see a small wet spot on his tunic. And unfortunately, so could Midna.
Midna lifted up his tunic and chain-mail shirt and grabbed Link's wrist. He still had an iron grip on his member, so when Midna pulled on his wrist to take his hand out of his pants, Link's penis came with it too. Midna stared at it in fascination. She had seen Link's penis before of course, when he had taken bathroom breaks and would forget that Midna was in his shadow and could see everything he was doing, but she had never seen it this close before. She reached out and touched it, feeling it quiver slightly and harden a little at the unfamiliar touch. Link shuddered and glared at her. But Midna ignored him and stroked Link's penis gently, very curious about humans now.
“Do all humans have one like this?” Midna asked. Link shook his head. “What, only you?” Link shook his head again. “Hmm...” she thought for a minute, then remembered the different sexes of the humans and that half of them had two bumps on their chests. Link did not. “Oh...only...” she tried to remember the word, “males have them?” Link nodded. Midna found this fascinating. Her people were nothing like humans. “Then what do females have?” she blurted out suddenly. Link blushed crimson and shrugged, not wanting to explain the anatomy of females to Midna of all people. He had already had to have that talk with Colyn, since Colyn's dad had told Link that Colyn looked up to him more and would probably rather have a man-to-man talk with him instead.
Link's bladder took his moment of being distracted as an opportunity to empty itself. Link moaned in agony as he stopped another leak, this one lasting almost ten seconds. Midna watched in fascination as the golden liquid dribbled out of the end of Link's penis. Tears streamed down his face and his breathing was ragged. Midna looked at him sympathetically.
“Does it really hurt, Link?” she asked. Link nodded, moaning as another wave of desperation overtook him. Midna released the invisible bonds on Link and floated away from him. “Okay....you can go now.”
Link struggled with himself for a minute. He was bursting, and so desperate that he wasn't sure if he could even stand, let alone walk. He gritted his teeth and forced himself into a kneeling position, aimed himself toward a small slope in the ground so he wouldn't end up sitting in a huge puddle of pee, and relaxed.
Hot urine shot out of the end of his member and thudded to the ground, quickly puddling up. Midna stared as the puddle grew. She hadn't ever seen him pee this much before. Link peed for a full minute before he even began to feel relief. He moaned loudly in pleasure as his bladder shrunk back down to its normal size and he felt the euphoric feeling of relief. It felt amazing. Another minute passed before the stream slowed down, and finally the last few drops trickled out.
Link tucked himself back into his pants and slumped over in the grass, breathing heavily. He hadn't ever felt this much relief before, and even though his bladder still throbbed occasionally he felt a kind of pleasure he had never felt before.
“Wow....” Midna whispered. She floated over to Link and ran her hand over his now flat, well muscled abdomen. “Do you feel better?” Link nodded, still breathing heavily. Midna smiled. She felt on odd feeling down between her legs that she couldn't quite explain, but she knew that she wanted to see Link desperate like this again. “Want to go for a swim to clean up?” Midna asked, pointing to the nearby waters of Lake Hylia. Link nodded and sat up. He stripped off everything except his pants and underwear and waded into the water. Midna watched from the bank, feeling a strange emotion toward Link that she had never felt before. She wasn't sure what to call it, but she found herself wanting to touch Link's penis again and explore every inch of his muscled body with her hands. But maybe some other time...when he was completely desperate again.... |
Hi. I wrote this story a while back. I hope everyone likes it. I will only be posting one chapter a day because I was informed that it was too hard to read long stories in a single post. Although it starts out violent, it's not that way for most of the story.
The Surrogate Baby
by Write and Left
CHAPTER ONE: MY NEW CAR
“Beth, we bought you that car so you can get away from Peter and come home,” my mother said over the phone. It was a pre-paid phone, the phone
that Mother bought for me when she came to visit last week and saw how Peter treated me. I still think she overreacted to my two black eyes. It was my fault. Peter had found dust on the top of the refrigerator.
“I can’t today,” I said. “It’s only Thursday. Laundry day isn’t until Tuesday and I have nothing to wear.”
“Your father and I don’t care what you wear,” my mother said. “Just throw something on.”
I thought of the heavy padlock Peter had put on my bedroom closet. I couldn’t get to my clothes or my shoes. Even the clothes in my dressers were locked away from me. Only the drawer with my negligees was unlocked. Peter didn’t permit me clothing while he wasn’t around. I did have a pair of my jeans and a t-shirt in the dirty clothes basket, but that too was locked in the closet. I would not have access to it until Tuesday when I was to wash Peter’s and my clothes.
“He locks the closet doors. I got to wait until Tuesday if I want to wear something besides lingerie on my great escape, Mother.”
“He has you running around the house in your underwear?” Mother’s tone was angry.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I’ll be home on Tuesday after I finish the laundry.”
“Fine, but don’t tell him about the car.”
“I won’t.” I heard the front door rattle and quickly hung up and put the phone in its plastic bag and buried it in the flour canister on the kitchen counter.
I did it just in time because Peter returned from work. “Is dinner ready?” he asked.
“Almost,” I said. I put on a weak smile. Mother’s call had delayed me and Peter expected dinner to be ready immediately when he got home. I ran to the oven and pulled out the casserole I had started and put it on the table. I ran back to the cupboard and quickly opened a can of fruit and poured it in a serving dish. I put that on the table as well. “Dinner is ready now,” I said.
He didn’t sit down. “When did I say dinner needed to be ready?” he asked.
I looked down at my feet. “When you walk through the door,” I said.
“And it wasn’t ready. Go get the belt.”
I turned and ran to the bedroom and got the thick leather belt that Peter punished me with when I did bad things. I held it in my hands and imagined what that belt would do to me. I then turned and slowly walked back to Peter and handed him the belt.
“Assume the position.”
I unfastened my negligee and let I float to a pool around my ankles. After that I pulled down my panties and bent over. I closed my eyes and held my ankles as tight as I could. If I fell over while I was getting my beating, Peter wouldn’t stop.
“You delayed dinner by fifteen minutes,” he said. He always calculated the time the spanking took with the actual delay. I heard the belt swish through the air and whack against my bared buttocks. I almost fell over and tried to get back into position. Two more spanks came and quick succession. One hit square on my bottom, but the other hit the back of my legs. I cried out with a shriek, but it did no good. I would get my fifteen licks no matter what I did.
Four more spanks fell before I lost my balance. I fell forward, but tried to scramble back up. The beating didn’t stop. I took the last eight spanks on the ground before he finally stopped.
Through my tears, I watched him sit down at the table and start eating. I wanted to stay on the floor, but I knew I better stand by in case he asked for something. I didn’t dare sit down and eat my meal because I was always banned from eating when I had a before meal spanking.
“So, did you get all the other chores done today, or will we revisit the paddle,” he asked.
“I scrubbed the bathroom, and dusted and vacuumed the front two rooms.”
“Good,” he said. “Go to our room and wait for me there.” I knew that he was going to pretend for the rest of the day that he hadn’t hit me. It was then that my cellphone rang.
Peter stood up and followed the sound of my phone to its place in the flour container. Who could be calling me? I thought. Only Mother had my phone number and she wouldn’t call me because it would give me away. He dug into the flour and pulled out my phone. “What’s this?” he asked. “Are you getting calls from a secret boyfriend?”
He answered the phone and put it on speaker. To my horror, it was a man’s voice. “Vote for me this November because your vote is important to us.” I sighed with relief when I found it to be just a robocall for the election.
He threw the phone at me and I dodged. The phone hit the kitchen floor and shattered. “Where did you get this phone?” he yelled. He picked up the flour canister and threw it at me as well. It grazed the side of my head and broke against the leg of the table. The plastic bag holding the car keys lay next to me and I tried to grab it before he saw it but it was too late.
Pain radiated from my hand as he stomped on it so hard I had to let go of the keys. He kept kicking me harder and harder. Then he picked up the keys and then grabbed my face to look at him.
“Where did you get the keys?” he asked.
I had no choice but to tell the truth. “Mother left me a car to get away from you. She thinks you hurt me too much.”
He got a panicked look on his face for a moment. “I’m so mad at you, that I need to calm down. I am going to leave for a bit and when I come back, I will punish you in such a way that you will never leave. He took my keys and slammed the door.
He was angry and he would be even worse when he came back drunk and the mess would infuriate him. I looked around to survey the mess, but blood started dripping into my eyes. My hand hurt bad as well. I still needed to clean up the mess, so I crawled toward the flour mess and collapsed.
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“Bang, bang, bang!” came a sound from the door. I must have blacked out but the banging woke me. There was a pool of blood on the floor. I was still naked from my beating and surrounded by spilled flour and broken pottery. I got up and tried to get to the door. I knew that Peter would apologize and take me to the hospital soon and I was feeling pretty dizzy when I stood. I tried to open the door, but my hand hurt so bad. It looked purple and swollen. I tried the other hand. It was even worse.
“Bang, bang, bang!” I couldn’t grip the doorknob. I heard yelling outside. “This is the police, we know you are in there?”
The police were here? I had to hide. If they saw me like this then they might find out Peter had hit me and he would go to jail. I turned toward the kitchen to hide from them. Before I could find a hiding place, there was a crack as the wood splintered and two policemen entered the house. They saw the blood, the flour, the mess, and me.
“Ma’am, are you all right?” the first cop said. “Just sit down.” I knew better than to disobey. The second cop ran out of the house.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I fell down the stairs,” I said.
“That is bullshit,” he answered.
I just looked at him. I did not dare argue either.
The second cop returned with a first aid kit. He pulled out some gauze and tried to pull it toward my head. I put my arms up to shield myself, but he bypassed them and started soaking up the bleeding on my head. “She needs stitches,” he said.
The first cop asked, “How did you get all the way back here? And where are your clothes.”
I was confused. “From the kitchen? I crawled.”
“How did you get all the way back here from the accident scene?” he asked.
“Oh,” I said. I almost slipped with my story about falling down the stairs. “I crawled up the stairs and accidently knocked the flour over.”
“That is bullshit. We just came from the scene of the accident. Your boyfriend is dead. Your car is totaled and you are covered in blood.”
“What?” Peter was dead and my new car was totaled? “He didn’t take my little Ford Fiesta?” I heard sirens in the distance and shivered. I was very cold all the sudden. It started getting dark. Not dark. I had just passed out.
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I woke up in a soft bed in a very bright hospital room. I looked down at myself. I wore only a hospital gown. Both my hands felt very heavy and I lifted my arms up to see why. Both hands were wrapped in plaster. I put them down on the bed and looked around the room.
There was a TV in the corner, but it was off. I lay in a bed with rails on the sides. Beside me was a table with a button on the corner that looked like a doorbell. The walls were all white. To my left was a huge window, but the drapes were shut. On the right were windows, but they led into a hall. It was bright out there too.
A nurse walked in. It was Patricia. I recognized her from the last time I was in the hospital. That time was from a broken arm. “Good,” she said. “You are awake.” She took my blood pressure and then looked at the top of my head. My head felt cold. “You poor thing,” she said.
“How bad is it this time?” I asked. I wondered if it was more than stitches and my hands.
“You had big gashes in your head. The doctor had to give you a bit of a haircut before he could give you stitches. Your hands will take at least three months before we can get the casts off and then you will need some physical therapy.”
“You cut my hair?” Peter loved my long hair and wouldn’t be happy if it were cut.
She held a mirror for me. The doctor had completely shaved my head with clippers. An ugly black X from stitches crossed the top of my head. I looked hideous. I started to cry.
“Don’t worry, baby,” the nurse said. “Your hair will grow back and cover the scar and no one will know.”
“But Peter will be angry,” I wailed.
“Peter died in the car wreck,” she said. “Don’t you remember? I say it serves him right. He was always beating you and then bringing you here.”
“I fell down the stairs,” I said. “That’s mean of you to tell me Peter died and that he deserved it.”
“Five times in the last year?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. I knew she didn’t believe me. None of the times in the hospital were from falling down the stairs.
“Well, you better tell the cops the truth this time,” said Patricia. “They think you were in that car with your boyfriend and that you fled the scene of an accident. That is pretty serious.”
I knew I was in big trouble.
Edited June 18, 2013 by writeandleft
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CHAPTER TWO: NOWHERE TO GO
Maybe I should have taken Patricia’s advice. I stuck to my story about falling down the stairs and now I was being charged with leaving the scene of an accident. Also, Peter managed to run into some poor pregnant lady and she lost her baby. Since Peter was dead, they couldn’t blame the person who was really responsible. Peter’s mother blamed me because Peter would have never got into my car and drove it to the bar if I hadn’t made him angry. I had felt guilty about that, but the councilors at the woman’s shelter where I moved into after I got out of the hospital convinced me that it was not my fault. My own mother was upset with me about letting Peter know about the car and she changed her mind about me moving back home. I also had court that day. I had to face the woman whose baby Peter killed and convince her that I was not responsible.
Today was also my last day at the shelter. My abuser, Peter, was no longer a threat to me since he was dead. I couldn’t return home, and I couldn’t go back to Peter’s house. Peter’s mother had inherited the house and told me that I was not allowed near the place ever again. I couldn’t even get my clothes although it was only one pair of jeans, a few T-shirts, and lots of lingerie.
I slid off the sweats I wore daily. There were the only things I could pull up and down so I could go to the bathroom. I looked down at the bed and the pantsuit I found in the professional interview closet they had at the shelter. My roommate Amy helped get me ready. I looked in the mirror. I looked terrible, but at least my hair was starting to grow. It was about an inch long and the scars were almost covered by my hair. Less than satisfied, I took the bus to court.
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There were two transfers from the woman’s shelter to the courthouse. I had to drag my duffle with everything I owned in it. By the time I got to the courthouse, I had just enough time to get to the bathroom and pee before court. I entered the first lady’s room and then I knew I was in trouble.
I had to pee so bad and all I could do was stand in front of the toilet and cry. The zipper on the suit pants was on the side, so I couldn’t reach it with both hands when they were in the casts. My broken fingers were held immobile by the plaster and I knew I would wet my pants any second. I crossed my legs and started to cry.
“What’s wrong?” a woman asked me.
“I got to be in court in five minutes and I got to pee. I can’t get my pants undone.”
“Would you like me to help you?” asked the woman.
I crossed my legs tighter and rocked from side to side. “Please help me before I wet my pants.”
She gently undid my pants and pulled down both my pants and my panties. I quickly sat down and started peeing almost as soon as I landed. A second later and I would have been walking into my court appearance with wet pants. I wondered how I would get my pants back up. I need not have worried. The lady was still outside the stall when I came out. “Um,” I said.
“Sit back down,” she said. She took some toilet paper and helped me wipe. I had been going around with damp panties since I got out of the hospital because I couldn’t wipe very well with my broken hands. “Stand now,” she said. I did and she pulled up my panties and pants. “My name is Violet,” she said. “I know from experience that wet pants aren’t very much fun. When I was pregnant, I had to resort to diapers.”
“Oh my goodness,” I said. “Was it that bad?”
“It’s not that bad,” said Violet. She had sadness in her eyes.
“Well, thank you,” I said. “I got to run and get to court.”
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Whoever said, ninety percent of success is being there never was in court. I was grilled cross examined and then yelled at by a judge and several lawyers. I was also told that I was worthless and deserved to go to jail. I was used to being told I was worthless though. Peter made that clear to me.
Then Violet entered the courtroom and took the stand. What was she doing? “So can you tell us what happened?”
“I was in my car driving on Beaumont Ave and this car came from nowhere and crossed the centerline and hit me. My airbag when out and then...,” she said and then paused. “It hit my abdomen and I lost...” She paused again. “...I lost my baby.” She started to cry.
“No further questions,” said the prosecutor.
My lawyer went to the stand and asked her the most intelligent question of his career. “How many people did you see in the car?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “It was too dark.”
“You didn’t see anyone get out of the car?”
“No,” she said.
“I have no more questions, ma’am. You may step down.”
Finally it was my turn to speak. I got up and went to the stand. Violet made eye contact with me and gave me a dirty look. I was nervous up on the stand. I had to pee really bad all the sudden. I was about to pee myself, I was so scared. However, my lawyer just asked me to say what happened. I am happy to say that I told the truth.
“...And I woke up and the cops were pounding on my door,” I said.
“So you didn’t leave the accident?”
“No, sir.”
“You weren’t even at the accident?”
“No sir,”
“No further questions.”
I started to get up.
“I am going to cross examine you,” said the opposing lawyer. “We found your blood in the car. Do you care to explain that?”
“He kicked me in the head before he left.”
“Sure. So where did you get those injuries. You had head trama.”
“The flour canister,” I said. “He threw a flour canister at me.”
“That sounds pretty violent. Strange that your boyfriend didn’t have a record of battering women.”
“Because it was my fault he hit me. I didn’t do what I was supposed to do and had to be punished. That’s why I couldn’t say anything. If I did he would go to jail and I would have no one.”
“She knows the right words to say. Of course she did because she lived in a woman’s shelter the past few months,” said the prosecuter. “You may step down now,” he told me.
I retreated back to the table and sat down.” That didn’t go as well as I planned. It went worse when the jury came back with a verdict. I was found guilty of leaving the scene of an accident. I sat there and cried. I couldn’t go to jail. I didn’t know what to do.
“Relax,” said my lawyer. “You might only get probation and have to pay restitution.”
I looked up at the judge. “Two years probation and twenty-five thousand in restitution to your victims,” he said. “You need to have a job, a play to live, and make progress on paying your restitution or else I will put you in jail for the full six years of your sentence.”
I had nothing. No job or income and as of tonight I was homeless. I couldn’t pay the restitution no matter if it were twenty-five dollars or twenty-five million. I continued to cry and just left the courtroom. I had to pee really bad, but I had no one to help me with my zipper, so I just left to walk as far as I could.
I didn’t make it far. The urge to pee got worse and worse. Everything seemed closed. I was going to have to find a place soon. I felt some dribble into my panties. It wouldn’t be long now. I tried to get into and ally and then I went for the zipper. No luck. I couldn’t get my plaster covered fingers to grip the zipper hard enough so it wouldn’t slip when I pulled it down. Suddenly I started peeing. It was broad daylight and I was peeing my pants in public. The gray material of my pants was getting darker around my crotch and now my inseams. I peed until I was empty. I was so embarrassed. However, I had to leave the ally to find a bathroom and change. I still had sweats in my duffle bag. I left the ally and started to walk. It was obvious that I peed my pants.
A car stopped beside me. It was a blue Mercedes. The passenger side window came down and there was Violet, the lady whose baby Peter had killed with my car. “Do you need a ride?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
“You look like you had an accident,” she said.
“I did,” I said.
“Climb in the backseat and we will give you a ride,” said Violet.
I had no choice. I got in and sat on a towel they had on the seat. “For what it’s worth, I am sorry the Peter hurt your family in the accident. I would do anything to make it up if I could.”
“Anything?” asked Violet.
“Well, yes,” she said.
“Your lawyer said you had no income and can’t work for a few more months before the physical therapy can begin. We thought you could make up what you own us by being a live-in maid for us.”
“I guess,” I said. I had nowhere else to go.
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CHAPTER THREE: A CHANGE IN LIVING ARRANGEMENTS
Violet and her husband Jeff lived in a large house in a nice neighborhood. I blushed as I saw ever yard almost with people in it. How was I going to get in their house with my wet pants?
I didn’t worry long. They pulled into the garage. Violet and Jeff got out and Violet opened my door. I stepped out as well. Their garage was beautiful as well. Jeff went in the house, but Violet stopped me.
“Take off your wet shoes. I am going to get you undressed and then we can get you a bath. You are pretty smelly,” she said.
Of course I was smelly. I couldn’t shower well. I couldn’t even wipe myself. I was disgusting. I slipped off my shoes and then she undressed my completely before taking me in the house. She not only threw away everything I had on, but she emptied the contents of my duffle bag in a trashcan in the garage.
“Hey,” I protested.
“Those disgusting sweats and grayed t-shirts and underclothes can go away. I will not have you dressed like a homeless person. She then pulled me by the hand into the bathroom. She sat me on the toilet and left me.
I took advantage of the time by using the bathroom. I thought I had privacy until she came back with two bread bags. She put those on my arms so my casts wouldn’t get wet and then she started a bath for me. She set me in the water and I lay back. “Thank you for everything,” I said.
“Well, you really need to be clean. I don’t think you can care for yourself adequately when you are so disheveled.” It was true. When I showered at the woman’s shelter, I could wash my body with bags over my hands. I couldn’t hold the soap well either. My hair suffered. Here, I just lay back in the bath and soaked.
She let me lay in there for a while and then brought a washcloth and started scrubbing me as if I were a baby. It was pretty embarrassing. “Hey. What are you doing?”
“I am cleaning you.”
“You are treating me like a baby,” I said.
She stood up and turned away. “Thanks to your boyfriend, I can’t treat my baby like a baby,” she said with a sob.
“I’m sorry,” I said. She took me in. I should be grateful and not complain. “You may treat me like a baby if you want to.”
“Really?” she said. “Do you mean it? I’d like that so much.”
She finished soaping me. Then she rinsed me off. “Your hair is so short,” she said. “It’s almost is baby length.”
“The doctor cut it for stitches,” I said. “I had beautiful long hair before.” I stopped. “Well before.”
“It’s pretty and blonde,” she said. “I think my baby would have had blonde hair.” She lifted me into a standing position and helped me out of the tub. “Let’s get you dried off.”
I let her dry me, then she left me standing there in the bathroom. She returned a short while later carrying something white and plastic.
“Lie down on the floor so I can diaper you,” she said.
“What?” I asked. “I’m not wearing diapers.” Sure I wet myself today, but that was an accident.
She looked disappointed and I saw a tear running down her cheek. “But you said I could baby you. You also promised you would do whatever you could to make up for me losing my baby.”
I sighed. I didn’t think she meant that. “Fine,” I said and lay down on the floor. My face felt hot as I lay down and submitted to a diaper change. As soon as it was over I stood up. She put a pink T-shirt on me and then led me down the hall.
I thought I was going to bed, but I was wrong. She sat me on the couch next to her husband Jeff and left the room. “I’m going to make dinner now. Take care of our guest,” she said.
I looked at her husband and he looked at me. He seemed as embarrassed as I was. My t-shirt was long enough to hide the diaper, but I had no pants. I was mortified.
Jeff looked at me. “Are you wearing pants?”
I shook my head. “Violet dumped all my clothes in the trash. She said they were disgusting.”
“She’ll get something for you to wear tomorrow then,” he said. He covered me with a blanket from the back of the couch. “I bet you are cold.”
I wasn’t but I took the blanket anyway and covered up. He was probably saving face. I was glad to have something to cover me if the t-shirt rode up.
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After the ten o’clock news, Violet took me up to my new bedroom. We had eaten in front of the TV before hand and I was tired from my long day.
I stood up and we went upstairs together. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I announced.
“Is your diaper wet?” she asked. She reached under my t-shirt to check.
“No,” I said as I jumped away. “It will be soon if I don’t get to a bathroom.”
“You said you’d be my baby,” she said. “Babies wet their diapers. They don’t announce that they have to use the bathroom.”
“But...,” I said.
“You promised to let me take care of you,” she said. “If it weren’t for your boyfriend wrecking your car, I would have a baby I could change.”
I crossed my legs and gave her a pleading look.
“I’m going to put you to bed when I take you to your room. When I do so, I am going to check your diaper. If it is wet, then I will change you. If not, then I guess you can wait until morning.”
I was stubborn and held it. She took me to the room she picked out for me. It was a baby’s nursery complete with changing table, crib, and mobile. She put down the rail of the crib. Climb in,” she said.
“It’s a baby crib,” I protested. “I’m too big.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “You at most weigh 115 pounds. Get in.”
I climbed in and she pulled the rail up. “There is no pillow and blanket in here,” I complained.
“I’ll get them for you. Don’t leave the crib.”
I lay back and stared at the mobile. This was ridicules. How did I get myself in this situation?
She returned with an adult sized pillow and blanket. I curled up with them. “Are you sure you don’t want to wet your diaper before bedtime? I will change you and you can get a good night’s sleep.”
“I’m not going to wet a diaper for you,” I said.
“Would you like a nightlight?” she asked.
“No,” I said.
She left. I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. After an hour, I woke up with an urgent need to pee. I tried to pull down the rail, but my casts prevented it. Instead, I slowly wet my diaper. It felt very warm and it tickled against my skin. It almost felt pleasant, but I would never admit that. I struggled to get to sleep and didn’t wake up until the sun streamed through my windows. |
CHAPTER FOUR: GOING OUT DRESSED LIKE THIS
I woke up, lying in a puddle. I was soaking wet and my diaper had leaked. I sighed and then tried to sit up. Since it was light, I could see how the mechanism on the rail of the crib worked. However, I couldn’t get my fingers around the latch. “Damn casts,” I muttered. I looked around. There was a clock on the wall over the door. “Eight-thirty.” I hoped the clock was right. “Violet,” I called.
Nothing. I did hear some stirring in the next room, but it didn’t sound like they were coming into my bedroom or rather nursery. I looked down at the diaper. It swelled to become three times as thick and the white looked yellowish and grainy. The blue stripes were missing except for at the top of my waist. My t-shirt was wet around the bottom and up my back. I was uncomfortable.
“Violet,” I called again. “I am uncomfortable.”
Violet entered the room from the other room. She was only wearing a robe. “You don’t have to yell. I can hear you over the baby monitor. Besides, babies yell out mommy or cry.”
“I am not calling you mommy,” I said.“Then you can sit in the wet diaper until I decide to come in on my own or you can cry.” She turned and left.
I sat there, but I was stubborn. I wasn’t going to call that woman mommy. After sitting in the wet diaper for about twenty minutes, I noticed how cold and clammy it was. I finally gave in and started to cry like a baby. “Wah, wah,” I said into the baby monitor. “Wah, wah.”
Violet entered the room again. This time she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She smiled.
“Wah, wah,” I said.
“That cry doesn’t sound too convincing.”
“This is the best you are going to get,” I said.
“Well, it’s a start.” She lowered the crib rail and helped me out. “It looks like you need some clothes, Baby Beth.” She looked into the crib and saw the wet spot. “And better diapers. Never fear about that. I found a medical supply store on Google. We can go there after your bath.” Oh great. I was going to get better diapers, so this meant I was stuck with them.
I needed a bath, so I didn’t argue. Followed her to the bathroom and stood there and let her do what she wanted to me. She first put the bread bags on my casts and pulled off my diaper and t-shirt. Then she sat me down in the tub.
“So how long are you going to treat me like a baby?” I asked.
“As long as you are staying with us,” she said, “unless you want to work as a maid and keep the house spotless? Until those casts come off though, you will not make an
effective maid and I will let your probation officer know how badly you work. So which is it: be my baby or my maid?”
I didn’t relish the idea of wearing diapers and sleeping in a crib, but I liked the idea less of cleaning the house. When I lived with Peter, I was effectively a maid and I got beaten a lot. I would hate that. At least as a baby, I wasn’t beaten. “I’ll be your baby, then,” I said.
She started to scrub me and then stopped. “I almost forgot,” she said. She turned and opened that bathroom cabinet and pulled out a rubber duck and a toy boat. “I have bath toys.” She put them in the water and started scrubbing me. I ignored the toys and concentrated on where she was rubbing me with the wash cloth.
“Play with the toys,” she said.
I waved my bread bag covered hands at her. “I can’t really hold onto things.” She gave me her disappointed look, so I added. “Much like a real baby, I can’t hold stuff.”
That seemed to satisfy her. “Well, thanks for accepting this. I know I originally wanted you as a maid because I haven’t been able to keep up the house since the accident. I just lay in bed all day since I was so depressed. Treating you like a baby is better than having a maid. I have to get out of bed to care for you and a maid would just let me sleep in and clean rooms I would never look at.” She rubbed shampoo in my short, fuzzy hair and then rinsed it out by pouring water on my head from a Tupperware pitcher. I remember my mother did that when I was little.
“I will try to be your baby then. It is the least I can do.” I didn’t mind wetting the diaper that much. I was being a brat last night, but I was embarrassed.
She drained the tub and told me to stand up. I did and she dried me off and then brushed my hair. “I wish your hair was longer. I would put pigtails in it,” she said.
“No way,” I said. “I am not wearing pig tails.”
“Well lie down, so I can get your diaper on you.”
I lay down on the floor. I felt stupid as she diapered me. She had me lift up my butt and she slid the clean diaper under me. Then I felt something cold and slimy against
my butt. I sat up and batted at her with my right arm. “What was that?” I asked.
She held up a plastic jar for me to read. “It’s Desitin. It’s for diaper rash. Going to bed with a full bladder was not a good idea and you are starting to get a bit red.” She
pushed me back down. “Now let me finish diapering you.” She rubbed the slimy cream on my butt and then sprinkled powder on me before taping me in my diaper. I smelled like a baby.
She pulled me to my feet. “You don’t have your own clothes, so you will have to wear mine today,” she said. She took me by the arm into her bedroom. I had never seen it before. There was a queen-sized bed with throw pillows and shams all over it like you would see in a catalogue for bedding. There was a large dresser with a mirror and a chest of drawers. There were also two large walk-in closets. She first opened the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. It was red with pink hearts on it. It was also a short baby doll shirt. “Lift your arms.”
I did and she pulled the shirt on me. “There you go,” she said as she pulled in on. The shirt barely covered the top of my diaper. I sighed. At least no one would see my diaper in the house except her. By the time I looked up again, she had a pair of blue jeans. With her help I stepped into them. She was a larger size than I, but the diaper made me need that much room.
I spun around in front of the mirror and couldn’t see the diaper, but there was an obvious bulge. I was not happy about that. The shirt came an inch or two below the waist of the jeans. At least I had that working for me. There was something missing though. “Shouldn’t I wear a bra?” I asked.
“You don’t need a bra,” she said.
I looked down at my chest and sighed. The shirt was fitted, so I could see the shape of my breasts in the mirror, but they weren’t really ample. I sighed. With a bra, I looked like I had bigger breasts.
“Sit down and I will find you some shoes,” she said. I sat down on a cedar chest at the end of the bed and sighed. At least I was getting shoes. I wondered what happened to the Goodwill shoes from my duffle bag or even the scuffed dress shoes I wore to court. I bet they were both thrown away with my other clothes.She returned with some sneakers. “I noticed you were size six,” she said. “I wore these once and then I got pregnant and my feet swelled to a size eight.” She put some blue socks on me and then pulled on the pink sneakers one by one and tied them. “Walk around then.”
I stood up and took a few steps. “They fit great. Thank you.”
“Well, don’t thank me yet. We need to go to the store to get you suitable clothes. You can’t wear my clothes all the time.”
I looked down at my crotch. The bulge was staring back at me. “Um,” I said. “Can you please get me baggy pants at the store?”
“You can come with me shopping to get them,” she said.
“But everyone will see I am diapered,” I said.
“So what? Babies don’t worry about someone seeing them diapered.”
“But people expect to see a diaper on a baby, not a twenty-two year old woman,” I said.
“No one will notice anyway,” she said. “No one said anything when I wore diapers when I was pregnant. If someone says anything, we’ll just give them a cover story.” She picked up a bag and put it on my shoulder and took me by the arm toward the garage.
“What’s with the big bag?” I asked.
“It’s your diaper bag in case you need a change while we are out.”
“But,” I started. She wouldn’t listen to me. I prepared for an embarrassing day as we went to the garage and put me in the passenger seat of her Volvo.
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She didn’t drive directly to the mall. Instead she drove out by the hospitals which were across the freeway from the courthouse. She pulled into the parking lot of a small store and came around to let me out of the car. The place said Sander’s Medical Supply.
“What are we getting here?” I asked.
“It would be in your best interest to remain quiet when we are in here and let me do all the talking.” She opened the door and we went in. Inside there were rows of wheel chairs, oxygen tanks, hospital beds, and angry rows of shelves that went into the dark recesses of the store. One section said catheters. I knew what those were from the hospital. I shivered. I never wanted to experience a catheter again.
“May I help you ladies?” an older woman asked. She wore light blue smocks. She smiled at Violet.
“Yes,” Violet said. “I need some adult diapers for my niece here.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “We’ve been using Depends and they don’t hold up to her wettings well.”
I wanted to disappear into the floor. I wished it would have swallowed me up so I would be here to face the embarrassment.
“Carlos,” the older woman called. A handsome man appeared. He looked like he was about twenty-four. He was strong and handsome and his biceps seemed barely contained by the sleeves of his smock. I was in love. I forgot about being in diapers I wanted him to hold me in his arms. He looked almost like Brad Pitt and...Violet rubbed a Kleenex across my mouth. “You are drooling again Beth.” I was mortified.
Carlos smiled at me. “How are you doing?”
Violet turned toward Carlos. “She was in a car accident a few months ago and suffered a head injury.” She parted my hair and showed them the scar from my stitches. “She suffered some brain damage and we need adult diapers for her.”
His smile disappeared. I purposely let out some more drool, but I was upset. He looked like he was interested in me until he heard I was brain damaged and needed diapers. I knew why Violet lied to him. It would be silly to tell them I agreed to be her baby to make up for the real baby she lost when my boyfriend stole my car.The old lady took a measuring tape and put it around my hips. I backed up and clung to Violet’s arm like a scared toddler.
“It’s all right,” said Violet. “She is just going to measure you.”
I let myself be measured, but I hated what I was being measured for. As soon as she had a number she turned to Carlos. “Please bring two cases of medium-sized Tranquility ATN Briefs.”
He disappeared. I wanted to ask her what ATN stood for, but that would blow my cover as a retard. I clung to Violet instead.
“She is actually between small and medium, but I find that the larger size absorbs a bit more,” the lady said. “We do have individual diapers if you want to change her into one now and see how it fits.”
“That sound like a good idea,” said Violet. The woman reached under the counter and handed her a diaper that looked huge next to the Depends I had on.
“Let’s get you changed, Beth,” she said.
I was embarrassed enough and now she was going to change me in front of all these people. I got on the floor and closed my eyes.
To my surprise, Violet pulled me to my feet. “Not here, Beth. I am sure this nice lady has somewhere private we can change.” She turned toward the lady again. “We change her on the floor at home, so I guess that is why she did that.”
“I understand,” said the lady. “You can go to the bathroom through there.” She pointed to a hall. “There are adult sized changing tables in there.”
I felt relieved. Carlos came down the stairs from the upper tiers of shelves carrying the two cases of diapers. Violet pulled me down the hall to the bathroom. It was a normal bathroom, but there was a counter in one corner with padding like someone laid a mat like kindergarteners used for naps. I laid on the mat and Violet started undoing my pants and then she took my diaper off. I had to pee a bit and felt like letting go like a real baby would, but I decided not to. She had tried to minimize my embarrassment in what was supposed to be an embarrassing transaction. She pulled the new diaper on me and taped it up.
“There are only four tapes,” I said. “That other diaper had six.”
“It’s a different brand,” she said. She taped the diaper in place and tried to pull my pants up. “Well it fits you. Stand up so I can get your pants pulled up.”
I stood and she tugged the pants up. This diaper was much thicker and she had trouble getting my zipper up and my pants buttoned. The bulge was a lot bigger. “I can’t go out like this,” I complained. “Can you get one of the spares from my diaper bag and change me into that?”
Violet shook her head. “We are shopping for clothes for you next. I only have the two Depends in your diaper bag left. You need clothes that fit over these diapers so you got to wear these.”
It made sense, but I was still going to be embarrassed. “Fine, but you need to change me into the new pants as soon as we buy the first outfit.”
“It’s a deal. Now no talking or they will know you are not really incontinent.” She led me back out into the showroom. “It fits her fine. It’s a little snug under her clothes, but at least she will keep her pants dry.”
Carlos gave me a weird look at my puffy crotch. I looked like I had a diaper on. How did I get into this? I still stared at him as Violet and the lady concluded their transaction. I pretended to be fascinated by his watch and grabbed at it so I could touch his hand. He frowned and then held me by the shoulders until Violet finished paying.
“What did the doctor’s say about the brain damage?” he asked.
“She’s just has the mind of a three year old,” said Violet. She took me by the upper arm. “We are hoping that she heals. The brain does rewire around damage, but the doctor said that might take years. She just needs a home right now and that is what I am trying to provide her. Her father is in prison and her mother died, so she just has me.”
“At least you are hopeful,” Carlos said. He leaned down and picked up the two cases of diapers and followed them to Violet’s Volvo. He put them both in the back and went back inside.
Violet helped me into the passenger seat and then got into the car. “What was that about you grabbing at the young man’s wrist?”
“You wanted me to act like a baby. I acted like a baby,” I said.
“You liked him,” she said.
“Duh,” I said. “However, I can’t ever date him because he thinks that I am retarded.”
“Not retarded. You are brain damaged from an accident.”
I shrugged. It’s not that it made much of a difference. I wasn’t going to be dating anyone soon. I still was healing from the injuries my last boyfriend gave me.
She drove me to the mall parking lot. The lot was packed with cars and I just knew that inside it would be equally busy. She came around to the other side of the car and opened the door for me. Then she went to the back of the car and opened one of the cases of diapers and put two in my diaper bag. She stuffed the two Depends in the case with the new diapers.
“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go shopping.”
I looked at my reflection in the car window and noticed how puffy my butt was. “Please, don’t make me go in dressed like this.”
She looked at me with a stern look. “I thought we had a deal. Besides, don’t you want something to wear that will cover your diapers?”
I frowned. I didn’t want to go in. I used to shop at this mall back when I was in college. I hadn’t been there in the three years I lived with Peter. I couldn’t shop when I was his kept woman. Perhaps I wouldn’t see anyone I knew. I shrugged and then let her take me by the arm above my cast and guide me into the mall.
It sure was crowded and I was nervous about anyone noticing that the big bulge inside my pants was a thick diaper. I was starting to need to pee as well. I hadn’t peed yet when I woke up since I was used to holding it until I got to a toilet. That part of my life was skipped over in the rush to go shopping and I hadn’t thought of peeing. I was in the mall and had to pee and I knew the toilets were on the far side of the mall.
“We need to head to the restrooms,” I whispered. “I need to pee.”
“You are wearing your bathroom,” she said. “Babies don’t say they have to pee. They just pee. That’s why you are wearing a diaper.”
I sighed. “I’ll try to hold it until we get home.”
“Suit yourself,” she said.
We walked into the first store and she picked out some clothes for me. She held up various items to me and smiled. “This looks good,” she said.
“I can’t button that with these casts on,” I said.
“Nonsense,” she said. “I will help you.”
I had to pee more. I tried crossing my legs, but the diapers I wore were too thick and I couldn’t close my legs enough to do any good. I tried to pretend I was anywhere, but where I was.
“Can I help you ladies?” the sales person asked.
“Yes,” said Violet. “My niece here needs to try on some things. She broke her arms, so can I please accompany her into the fitting rooms to help her?”
“Well, we normally just want one at a time in the fitting rooms due to shoplifters, but I guess it will be okay since she can’t try on things herself.” The sales girl turned to me. “I bet that sucks. I broke my legs in June and had to be in a wheel chair for a month. I could still write and do schoolwork though.”
I didn’t answer. I was paying more attention to keeping my pants dry. However, Violet spoke for me. “She doesn’t talk.”
I felt some wetness leak from my vagina. I was going to wet myself. I held on tight. If I walked or took a step, I was going to have an accident.
“Right this way to the fitting room,” said the sales girl. I just stood there trying not to pee. Violet pulled me to follow and I stumbled a step and a big wet squirt came out. If I wasn’t wearing a diaper, there would have been a wet spot. “Come on,” she said and pulled me again.
I gasped and then the flood gates opened and I peed myself. I just looked down at myself. The pee wouldn’t stop until my bladder was empty no matter how hard I tried to clamp down. Finally, I was in a warm, wet diaper and managed to follow Violet to the fitting room.
As soon as the door was closed, she undid my pants and pulled them down. She put her hand in my diaper. “You wet, didn’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. I did push my diaper bag at her.
“No, you’re not wet enough for a change. Now lift up your arms and we’ll try these shirts.” I lifted my arms and let her try on about twelve shirts on me. Then she took off my shoes and had me try on the pants and skirts she picked out. She picked up some light blue plaid overalls and held them open near the floor. “Step in,” she said.
“I don’t like those,” I said.
“I do,” she said. “They will make you look so cute.”
I shrugged. “It’s just not my style,” I said.
She gave me that look: the look that said I was disappointing her. Still, I couldn’t cave that easily. “Doesn’t my opinion count?” I asked.
“Beth,” she said, “a baby can’t complain about what clothes she wears. Did you always complain about your clothing?”
I thought about it. The overalls did look stupid and I would be embarrassed to wear them in public, but I didn’t try to kid myself that they weren’t an improvement over silk negligees. I could wear these in public. Sure Violet controlled my life as much as Peter did, but at least she never beat me. I stepped into the overalls and she pulled them up.
“Now if only you had enough hair for pigtails you would be adorable,” she said and brushed the fuzziness on the side of my head.
I tried not to wince. “You are tugging my stitches,” I complained.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. She turned me toward the mirror and I looked at myself. The outfit made me look younger. The small boobs I had disappeared behind the bib of the overalls and the outfit did nothing to accentuate the curvature of my hips. My hair also looked like a baby’s. It was too short. Only the trim of the shirt suggested I was a girl. “Now you do look cute,” she said. “We do got to do something about that hair though. We’ll go to Claire’s next.”
I groaned. In high school all my friends went to Claire’s. I was always bored. If I wanted something feminine, I went to Hot Topic and got retro cartoon stuff, not earrings and hair doodads. Peter cured me of my grunge look, but I didn’t count on the pole dancing look until he already isolated me at home.
She dressed me in what I was wearing before and I looked down to make sure the diaper was hidden. It was, but the bulge felt huge. It expanded when I peed myself. I looked down expecting it to be huge. It wouldn’t be noticeable unless someone walked the mall looking at the butts of every woman to check for evidence of diapers. I didn’t think anyone would do that.
We left the dressing room and Violet put everything on the counter.
“All of it?” the sales girl asked. She started to ring up the purchases. “My commission’s going to be great thanks to you guys. If there is anything else you need just ask for Elsie. I will come in on my day off to help you.”
I smiled at her. She sounded nice. I couldn’t thank her without blowing my cover, but Violet did thank her. After we paid for the purchases, we left the store.
“Where to next?” I asked. I tried to walk slowly to avoid having my shirt ride up or something embarrassing, but she was guiding me quickly by my arm.
“Claire’s,” she said.
We went inside and it was packed with teen girls. I sighed. That was another reason I hated the place. I was an adult, not a teenager. I looked down at the bulge of my diaper. I felt like a toddler, but teenagers still annoyed me.
As soon as we walked in, a sales clerk bypassed all the teenagers, who were probably not going to buy anything. “Can I help you ladies?”
“Yes,” said Violet. “I need some headbands for my niece. She had surgery and they had to cut her hair.”
“Oh, I am sorry. I hope you get better,” she said to me.
I forgot and nodded. “Thank you.”
Violet glared at me, but shrugged.
“Our headbands are right here.” She guided us to a rack in one corner of the store and then went back to keep an eye on the teenagers.
“I thought you weren’t talking,” Violet scolded me.
“I forgot.” I reached for a head band. It was a black elastic headband with a black rose made out of the same material. “I like this one,” I said.
She took it and several others that she liked and we went to check out. I was sure glad to be out of there. When we got out of the store, I asked her to put one of the headbands on me. I missed having long hair and the bit of fuzz on my head depressed me. I thought it made me look like a boy.She didn’t pick my black one that I liked. She picked a red one with a pink heart on it. It matched my shirt, but still, I hated it. The black one was feminine, but much more subdued. Next we went to the food court.
“Where shall we eat?” asked Violet.
I looked around. There was a Sbarro’s pizza, a Subway, a Coldstone Creamery, a Chick-Fil-A, and even a Burger King, and a Carl’s Jr. I hadn’t eaten out in a long time. Once I moved in with Peter, he never took me out and I could only afford the food at the woman’s shelter cafeteria, so never could eat out then.
“Coldstone?” I asked.
“It’s eleven-thirty in the morning and you need real food, not dessert.”
I looked around. The pizza looked inviting, but I didn’t want that. I never did like Subway since I had saved up my stamps for a new sandwich and they suddenly stopped accepting stamps. That made me mad. At the Carl Jr. there was a sign for a monstrous burger with jalapenos and a third pound patty. I pointed and said, “I want that.”
“Are you sure you don’t want a kid’s meal from Burger King?” she asked.
“I’m sure. I want the Six Dollar Burger with jalapenos.” I knew what I wanted. I hadn’t had a good restaurant meal in three years. I wanted something good. I didn’t think about the fact that it would end up in my diaper and that I would regret everyone of those jalapenos.
“Okay,” she said. She ordered and we sat down. Then I had another problem. I had casts on my arms and couldn’t hang onto stuff really well. I sat and stared at the yummy burger sitting in front of me, the curly fries, again too spicy to eat before you sit in the resulting messy diaper. However I am getting ahead of myself here. I couldn’t lift the burger to my mouth.
“May I have some help?” I asked.
She sat across from me and she had the same thing. She giggled at me and then continued to eat her sandwich. I had to rely on my thumb and forefinger on my left hand to pick up one curly fry at a time. Between each bite of fry I ate, I stared hungrily at my burger until Violet finished hers. As soon as she was done, she picked up my burger and held it for me. I took a grateful bite and then savored the wonderful feeling of the food. I felt the spice of jalapenos and I knew I was in heaven. She fed me bite after bite until the sandwich was done and the burning in my mouth increased.
Of course, I didn’t look as wonderful as I felt. The sandwich is too big for my mouth and even though Violet held the sandwich still, I got a lot of the special sauce on my mouth. Violet smiled and then she did something embarrassing. She took my diaper bag and pulled out a container of wipes, and then proceeded to clean my face and hands. I was humiliated. I looked around to see if anyone noticed the diaper peaking out of the duffle bag, but no one did. They did notice me getting my face cleaned like a toddler though. A guy across the dining room snickered. I wanted to sink into the floor.
I also needed to pee. The thirty-two ounces of Dr. Pepper really hit me hard. I knew Violet would never take me to the bathroom no matter how I argued and I did feel a bit uncomfortable, so I relaxed and peed. When I start peeing, I can’t stop until I am empty. My mother used to tell me that is unhealthy, but I really never let it bother me. However I tried to stop as soon as I felt wetness at the leg bands of my diaper.
“Violet,” I whispered, “you got to take me to the bathroom now.”
“Use your diaper,” she whispered back.
“I just did and there will be a wet spot on my pants real quick if you don’t take me to the bathroom and change me right now.” I was in full panic. I was going to be humiliated.
“Relax,” she said. “If you haven’t leaked yet, you won’t until you wet again. I’ll change you after dinner.”
I still worried, but I nibbled on each of my remaining curly fries while I waited for Violet to eat her fries. After eating we left the food court and went to the bathroom.There were just a few people in the bathroom and I eyed the changing table with embarrassment. I knew I was going to get changed. I pulled it down and looked at it.
“I don’t think it will hold you,” she said.
I looked down at the floor. It was disgusting. “I am not lying on the floor.”
“It won’t come to that.” She took me by the hand into the handicapped stall and closed the door. She then pulled my pants down. Sure enough, there were too little wet circles at the inseams of the diaper where it had leaked a few drops. She twisted the fabric to examine the outside. It still looked dry, so it hadn’t soaked through the material.
My diaper was swollen and yellowed beyond belief. She quickly undid the tapes and wadded up the diaper and used the tapes to tape it shut. She put it on the floor and got out some wipes. Then she cleaned me. Then the Desitin went on. I still felt clammy when she took out the clean diaper and put it behind me. Then she gently pushed me against the partition so the diaper was held behind me. She took the front of the diaper and pulled it between my legs and then taped it in place. It wasn’t as tight as the changes when lying down, but I had a ring around each leg from the diaper elastic anyway. It could be looser without a problem. Soon my pants were back up, my shirt was down and I was as good as new.
“I got to pee too,” said Violet. She sat down on the toilet and went. I was so jealous. Why did she get to use the toilet? I was an adult too.
After that, we grabbed our stuff and went back to her house. The outing was embarrassing, but Violet did not intentionally try to humiliate me. |
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CHAPTER FIVE: NO, I’M NOT DOING THIS IN PUBLIC
The evening passed by uneventfully. During dinner, Violet sat me in the couch in front of the TV and she and Jeff ate without me. When dinner was finished, Jeff came out to watch TV and Violet led me by the hand into the kitchen. “Time for your dinner,” she said and sat me down at the table.
I looked around the kitchen for the steaks I smelled earlier, but I couldn’t see them. I only saw the juices on the dirty plates they had eaten their medium rare steaks upon. Instead she went to the cupboard and brought out two small jars.
“What’s that?” I asked. “What happened to all that delicious steak I smelled?”
“The steaks were good, but you are now my baby. I have special food for you.” She set the jars down in front of me and I groaned when I saw they were baby food.
“Mashed peas and mashed green beans?” I asked. “You expect me to eat that?” I wasn’t going to eat it no matter what she did. “I am an adult and need real food.”
She continued to open the jar of peas and then took a spoonful of the nasty green paste and pushed to at my mouth. I wanted to gag just from the smell of it. I turned my head to avoid it, and Violet gave me her look again. It was that cross between disappointed and anger. I still was unmoved.
She caught me by the chin. “The least you can do is play along. I gave you an adult meal at lunch and I did spend quite a bit of money buying you new clothes. You also told me that you would let me treat you like a baby.”
I didn’t mean to live on baby food. I never even meant to let it progress beyond her bathing me and helping me in the bathroom. “But, I--,” I started to say. I was interrupted by a spoonful of the peas entering my mouth. Talk about bland. Baby food is really disgusting. I am used to food that has salt to bring the flavor out. Even so, I never could bring myself to eat peas. Even whole peas disgusted me. These were mashed peas. I swallowed. “You could have at least got fruit or something.”
Another spoon full entered my mouth. I got smart and closed my mouth, but the next spoonful kept coming. “Come on and open the tunnel so the train can come in.”
I shook my head, but the spoon came anyway and splattered on my face. “You are a messy baby,” she said and continued to feed me. By the time both jars of baby food were empty, I was a yucky mess. I felt horrible. She kept tricking me into talking and then fed me as soon as I opened my mouth.
I didn’t feel full, but I was just glad it was over by the time she cleaned my face and set me back in the living room by the TV so she could do the dishes.
I sat by Jeff as he watched a crime show. He looked at me a few minutes and then asked me a question. “Beth, are you wearing adult diapers?”
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and reached toward the back of my shirt. It had ridden up, revealing the top of my diaper.
“Don’t worry. I am sure you will be back to normal as soon as you get those casts off.”
I had to tell him how she was treating me. He would put a stop to it no doubt. “Um Jeff,” I started.
“Thank you for coming to live with us,” he said.
“Oh, yes. Thank you for taking care of me,” I said. I couldn’t complain to Jeff now. He was being so nice to me.
When the dishes were done, Violet took me upstairs to my bedroom. This time I peed my diaper so I wouldn’t leak in my crib. I had a slight cramp like I needed to poop, but I was not about to stand there and poop myself. She laid me on the floor and changed my wet diaper.
I lay in bed in a dry diaper and cuddled with my adult sized pillow and blanket.
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The next morning I woke up and immediately peed my diaper. I still had to poop and it was a bit more urgent then it had been last night, but there was no way I was going to let poop out into my diaper and feel it smear against my skin. I was going to hold out for a toilet. I laid back in my wet diaper and waited for Violet to get me.
She did after awhile. “We got a busy day ahead of us,” she said.
I sat up in the crib. “Where are we going?” I asked.
“We are going to a party.” She pulled down the gate to the crib and then reached for my diaper. She put a finger inside the leg. “Oh my, you are wet. We’ll get you a bath and into a clean diaper.”
I gave a shrug and let her help me to the bathroom. As soon as I was in the bath, I would wait until she left the room and then I would have a quick poop. She undressed me and ran the bath for me. I got in and reveled in the warm water. I was very clean except for under the bread bags I wore on my arms. I hated broken bones.
She still scrubbed me and I really didn’t mind since I couldn’t really clean myself. I wanted to reach a certain part of my body on my own. Since I was fifteen I masturbated in the shower and I not only couldn’t do that for myself, but I really didn’t want Violet to do that for me. I had just a one more week with the casts and then I could start physical therapy to regain movement. I really looked forward to moving my hands again and not just for masturbation. I could control myself. I just wanted to be able to touch things.
I heard a little tune and Violet quickly dried her hands and answered her cell phone. She quickly left the bathroom. It was now my chance. I got up and went to the toilet and tried to lift the lid. It was stuck. I examined the lid and there was a little white plastic thing on the front that said LidLok. It was a baby cover for the toilet seat. I groaned and then studied it so I could figure out how to undo it. I couldn’t even get a hold on the thing with the slippery wet bread bags on my hand and the casts underneath. I sighed and got back in the tub and just in time too because soon afterward, Violet returned.
She frowned when she saw the wet floor and gave me a stern look.
“Sorry,” I said. “I splashed.” I was not about to admit that I tried to use the toilet. I knew that she would either cry and make me feel guilty or tell me I was ungrateful and make me feel guilty. I was going to hold it and use the downstairs bathroom or sneak into the master bedroom and use the toilet in there. I was sure that Jeff didn’t know about the LidLok, so I guess the upstairs hall bathroom was the only one that was so encumbered.
She dried me off and had me lie down on the floor. I had a new diaper on me. It was a diaper that I knew would be full of poop if I didn’t get to the bathroom sometime that day.
I could hold it, I knew. I thought the bathrooms were really gross in high school and even college, so I never pooped at school. I also hovered to pee, so although my bladder control was never good enough to put off peeing for more than an hour or two, I could hold it when I had to poop I had held it until I was in my home bathroom and then I would poop. I would do the same here even though I would not be able to get to a familiar bathroom.
Violet diapered me and then led me back to my bedroom and opened the drawers. She pulled out a dark blue t-shirt and the light blue plaid overalls she bought the day before and dressed me. “Not the overalls, please,” I said.
“You are my baby and I can dress you how I like,” she said.
I groaned again. “I guess I have no choice then,” I said. At least it was less embarrassing then having to wear only underwear for two years. Peter did that just to control me. A woman couldn’t get too far when they were only wearing negligees. I could probably make it for quite a while in my current outfit without being exposed as someone playing baby.
“I also don’t want to hear any complaints about what I feed you or that you have to go to the bathroom. I will check you periodically. Even if you feel you are about to leak. I will pack some extra clothes in your diaper bag.”
I sighed.
“Is that clear?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
I watched as she started to pack my diaper bag. She put in three diapers, another equally childish outfit, a towel to lay me on for a change and the ointments and powders she smeared on my butt when I was changed. She took me down to the living room and put the diaper bag down on the couch. “The place we are going is about half an hour away. I better use the restroom before we go,” she said. She left me and I stood there and glowered.
She was gone about ten minutes and I knew she hadn’t just been peeing due to the time she was away. I wished I could sneak away to use the toilet, but I just stood there and waited. She returned and we rushed to the car. I got belted in and then she began to drive.
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We arrived at a house. There were quite a few cars lined up and down the block, so there must have been a special event. When we arrived at the door, a lady answered. “Oh, Violet, it is wonderful to see you.”
Another lady smiled. “Where have you been? We missed you so much.”
A third lady shushed the second one.
“Oh it’s okay,” said Violet. She smiled. “I was having problems for a while, but I am fine now.” She motioned me to follow her into the house.
“Who is your friend?” asked the first lady.
“Oh this is my niece.” She looked at me. “Can you tell these ladies your name?” Her voice actually lifted as if she was talking to a three year old.
I just turned and buried my face in her arm.
“She’s not talking,” said Violet. “Her name is Beth and she is staying with Jeff and I. We are taking care of her after an accident. She fell from the balcony at her sorority house and banged her head up pretty bad.”
“Ouch. That must have hurt,” said the second lady.
“Beth, will you want tea or water?” asked the host.
I released my grip from Violet, but I still was silent.
“The doctor thinks she has brain damage,” said Violet. “I’m sorry to impose by bringing her, but I really have to watch her because she needs taken care of.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said a third woman. She then led us to the living room. All the couches were taken. Violet sat in an easy chair and I sat on the floor in front of her. My stomach rumbled. I wanted to beg Violet for the bathroom, but I never got a chance. There were way too many ladies and they all would hear me talk if I asked for the bathroom. If I talked and then Violet mentioned my diapers, then they wouldn’t believe I was retarded enough to need them.
They started talking about boring stuff like committees and fundraising and I was terribly bored. I looked up at the grandfather clock, but the hand never seemed to move. I finally looked at the pendulum. The clock just didn’t feel like it was stopped. It actually was. I could see why. The weights were all the way at the bottom of the clock. Growing up, my chore was to wind the clocks at my parent’s house, so I knew what I was doing. I crawled the few steps away to the clock and opened the door. When I almost had my hands around the chain to lift the weight, I felt a hand grab me from behind. “Don’t touch,” said Violet with a stern voice.
I looked at her in protest, but she just pulled me back to my spot in front of her chair. “I’m sorry April. She gets into stuff all the time now. It’s almost as if she’s three. It’s really sad because she was a very bright college student.”
“It’s okay,” said the lady who answered the door. “She’s probably bored with our conversation. Let’s all adjourn for coffee and cake,” she said.
Everyone went into the kitchen. There were various mugs. Each one had a different saying and none of them matched. An older lady filled them with coffee from a coffee pot. I looked around and saw Violet get up and go down the hall.
“Would you like some coffee, dear?”
I smiled and she slid it across the table too me. I saw a box of sugar cubes on the table as well and grabbed one between my one finger and thumb on my left hand that I could still pick things up with. I dropped the cube into the coffee and then picked up the mug between my two cast-encased hands. I took a sip of the best coffee I had tasted since college. I really missed coffee. It was hot and yummy, although it was a bit bitter because the sugar cube hadn’t melted yet, but I was happy to have it anyway.
The other ladies smiled at me. One of them looked at my stitches on the top of my head and winced. “Poor dear,” the lady beside me at the counter said, “that had to hurt.”
I gave my same dumb smile and took another sip.
Then Violet came out of the hallway and saw what I was doing. “Beth, why are you drinking that? You’ll burn yourself. Besides, you can’t pick up stuff too well until your casts come off.” She picked up my coffee cup and put it out of my reach. “Besides, you don’t want to spill on Mrs. Luther’s floor.”
The woman I now learned was April Luther smiled. “Is there something else we can give her to drink?”
The older lady who gave me the coffee said, “I’m sorry Violet. She seemed to enjoy the coffee and I didn’t think anything of it.”
“It’s okay, Mabel,” Violet said to the older lady. “I have to keep her out of everything at home. She hasn’t been right since she hit her head.” She turned to April. “You can give her milk or water.”
I ended up with a cup of milk. It was only half full. When we went back to the living room, Violet held it for me and just held it to my mouth when she thought I wanted a sip.
After another half hour of committee talk and fundraising planning, my stomach started to cramp hard. I knew I had to go to the bathroom soon. I did not know what to do. My intestines were making it known that my body was not designed for the foods I put into it. I mentally kicked myself. It was the coffee that was doing it. I was great at holding my poop until the end of the day, but I had never held it after holding it all night. The ingestion of coffee just played merry havoc.
As a college student, I had a coffee ritual. I would go to the on campus coffee shop and have one at about ten in the morning. Once, I got the urge to poop at nine and after having a ten o’clock coffee I had to poop so urgently by 10:30, that I had to leave class early and run to my dorm to use the bathroom. I barely made it and from then on out I never drank coffee if I had the urge to poop. Since I had been holding it all night and for most of the morning, I was cramping pretty hard.
I bit my lip. They droned on and on and suddenly I felt something move. The poop was right at the edge of my butthole and I could feel it down there. My butt was sore and the mass was trying to get out. I didn’t know what to do. I knew that big hamburger I had yesterday wanted to come out. What I hadn’t counted on was the jalapenos I’d eaten. I cramped up again and knew I was going to poop any minute. I shifted to get to my knees so I could stand up and go to the toilet, but as soon as I got to that position I felt my sphincter give out and a hot mass of sludge deposited itself in my diaper. As it touched my butthole, it burned. I shifted uncomfortably to avoid the burning feeling when the poop mushed up in my diaper.
There was also a big smell. All the ladies were looking at me. I wanted the floor to swallow me up. It was funny how that feeling was quite common the past four days. Violet looked at me and even she wrinkled her nose.
“Beth, did you have an accident?” she asked me aloud.
The other ladies stared at me hard. Violet stood up and pulled me too my feet. I wanted to die. “She doesn’t always make it to the bathroom,” she said. “I’ll need to change her.” She looked around and asked. “Beth, where is your diaper bag?”
I thought about it and then remembered. She left it on the couch at her house and we forgot all about bringing it. I just stared at her because this was not the situation to blow my cover.
“We need to go,” said Violet. “I forgot her diaper bag. She has been incontinent since the accident. I have to take her home to change her.”
April smiled. “Well I think we covered most everything. Will I see you at next weeks’s meeting?”
“Yes,” said Violet.
April looked at me. “Don’t worry, Beth. You are still welcome back.”
I smiled dumbly. I felt like the retarded kid who pooped her pants. I wanted out of there so I could get my butt clean. Jalapenos and a dirty diaper didn’t feel good together. I also wanted out of there so I could tell Violet off.
We finally got to the car and Violet had me sit in the passenger seat. I got in and hovered above the seat.
“Beth you have to sit down so I can get your seatbelt on you.”
“But--,” I said.
“I know that it is gross, but it is just poop. I’ll give you a bath and change you when we get home.” She pushed me down and I landed with a flop onto the mushy poop. It was bad before, but when I sat down it was a lot worse and poop squished clear up my butt crack and forward. I knew I would have a mess if it crept into my womanly places. I had to pee and I just left go if only to flush it out of there. Peeing didn’t help my butt either. It just spread the jalapeno taint further.
Violet got in and started driving away.
“I hope you are satisfied. I am humiliated,” I told her.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll get you changed.”
“I don’t care about being changed,” I said. “I just want this treatment to stop. I am not your baby and I am not going to act like a baby any longer. In fact I am telling my probation officer to take me to jail. At least there I can use a toilet.”
“Do you really feel that way?” she asked in a whine. She looked close to tears.
“Yes,” I said.
She continued driving. She swerved a few times and then pulled over into a McDonald’s parking lot. She opened the door and left, leaving me in the car in my stinking mess.
She left her cell phone in the car. It was noon and I just felt gross. I was a bit hungry too. Still, I was glad that she didn’t take me in while in my condition. I felt terrible though. My bottom still burned and I knew I would have an awful rash.
She spent over a half an hour in the restaurant before she came out. Her eyes were red and her shirt had splashes of water from where she’d been crying. I sighed. I wasn’t going to give in though.
She drove home and I waddled behind her into the house. We entered the living room. Jeff was lying on the couch reading a novel. The diaper bag was sitting on the floor next to the couch. It was as if it was in his way so he just put it on the floor.
“I thought you two would be at the ladies meeting,” he said.
“Beth forgot her supplies so we had to leave early,” she said. “Beth, I am going to get your stuff ready,” she said. She hurried upstairs.
I started to follow, but Jeff caught me by the arm. “Sit next to me,” he said. “I want to talk.”
“Do I have to sit?” I asked.
He sniffed and then realized I was messy. “No you don’t have to sit.” He sat and took me by my arms. “I just want to thank you for what you are doing. I thought it was strange that you were wearing diapers last night so I asked Violet what was going on. She told me that you agreed to let her take care of you like a baby. That was strange, but thing is, she is herself again. In the two months before we brought you home, Violet spent twenty-three hours a day in bed. She only ate when I forced her and she was basically a mess. Medicine didn’t help. She was depressed. Now you are here and she gets up on time and she even went to that meeting. She would have stayed home if you weren’t there with her. Thank you so much for giving me my wife back.”
I stood in shock. Did embarrassing me make all the difference. No, she wasn’t getting off on making me feel like a fool. She genuinely wanted a baby to care for and I was the only one available. The fact that I was almost helpless made it all the more easy for her to want to baby me.
“You’re welcome,” I said. I hoped it wasn’t too late to make amends to Violet. I hurried upstairs and into the bathroom. Violet was kneeling in front of the toilet trying to get the childproof LidLok off the toilet.
“Leave it on there,” I said. “It is too late for me to use the toilet.”
“But you’ll need the toilet eventually,” she said.
“I’m your baby and I need you to give me a bath and put me in a clean diaper.”
She turned to me. “I thought you said I humiliated you and you didn’t want to be my baby anymore.”
I felt guilty, but I didn’t want to drive her back to her depression. I would wear diapers for the rest of my time with them if that is what it took. “One of the hard parts of being a mother is having children throw temper tantrums. It gets worse when they become teenagers if my childhood is an example. I was just having a temper tantrum. I’m sorry I made you cry.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Let’s get you out of that smelly diaper.” She unhooked my overalls and lowered them to the floor. She then opened my diaper and then unlocked the toilet lid. She balled up the diaper and put it in the trash and then started to clean my butt with toilet paper. “Wow, you really got a bad rash,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Dirty diapers and jalapenos don’t mix.”
“Ah, that’s it. Normally babies don’t eat jalapenos. Your diet is slightly different than a real baby, so I promise I will change you as soon as you are dirty.”
“Thanks.”
She cleaned me enough for me to take a shower and I left her clean me. I still felt dirty after the shower, but I thought a lot of that was psychological and due to the smell of the diaper in the trash. I lay down on the floor and got ready for my diaper change.
She didn’t have any diapers for me. She grabbed the pair of panties she had brought me off the vanity and left me lying on the towel. She then returned with a thick diaper. I got a generous coating of Desitin on my butt before getting my diaper put on. She then dressed me in shorts and a t-shirt and led me down stairs to the living room. I smiled at her.
“I’m going to cook something really nice for dinner. Will you watch her while I do?” she said to Jeff.
“Sure,” he said. He shrugged at me when she left. “I don’t really think I can change your diaper,” he said. “There are certain parts I shouldn’t see.”
I looked at the clock. It was already two. “I am sure I can hold it until dinner.”
“Good,” he said.
“So how come you are home during the day?” I asked.
“I don’t work Friday afternoons because I am on call during the week.” He opened his novel and started to read. I looked at the cover. It was a science fiction novel. I loved reading that kind of stuff.
“What are you reading?” I asked. “Can I read it when you are done?”
“Listen, I am trying to read. Do you want something to do?”
“I am sort of bored,” I admitted.
He took me by the hand into his den. That was a room that Violet had made off limits to me. Inside, book shelves lined every wall. “You can read anything you want. Any time.”
I looked along the shelves and picked a book. We returned to the living room and the two of us sat on the couch and read until dinner time. |
CHAPTER SIX: I CAN’T PLAY WITH THESE TOYS
I had really gotten into the book by dinner time, but after we ate, I was quite busy getting another bath (my third that day) and getting ready for bed. Before doing that, I
just sat with Jeff watching TV until Violet came down and decided it was time for my bedtime.
I was tired out anyway, so I put up with getting a new diaper on and going to bed. I closed my eyes and let sleep come.
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The next morning, I woke up and did my morning pee in my diaper. I did not have to poop fortunately, since I pooped so publicly the day before. I was glad I didn’t have to go now, but I knew it would happen again later. I promised myself that I would poop my diaper while at Violet’s house so I wouldn’t have messy accidents when out in public.
“Good morning,” said Violet.
“Good morning,” I said. I stretched and sat upright while Violet lowered the rail of my crib. “What do you have planned today?”
“We’re just staying home,” she said. “My magazine asked if I was ready to write articles again, so I will be on the computer all day.” She helped me out of the crib. “We’ll get you a bath first and then I’ll let you play.”
I smiled. I looked forward to getting back into that book that Jeff had let me read. They were in a spaceship and everything bad was happening and it didn’t look like they would survive. It was the first book in the series, so I didn’t think that they would all die. I still wanted to finish the book. I even had dreams about it.
Violet helped me into the bath and washed me thoroughly. “Your rash is still pretty bad,” she said. “I wish we had your diaper bag with us when you had your accident.
You should have told me we forgot it.”
It did hurt quite a bit and I wasn’t too happy when I got home the day before, but now I was less happy. The scrubbing hurt. Before I yesterday, wetting the diaper felt warm and pleasant almost. Now it irritated my skin. “If I was a real baby, could have I told you we forgot the diaper bag?”
“I guess not,” she said.
“Or if I was really brain damaged from an accident?”
“Nor if that was true. I am sorry we forgot it, but let’s worry about keeping your diaper dry. Crawl into my study if you have an accident and we’ll get you changed as soon as possible.”
I splashed a bit in the water and sighed. I looked forward to getting the casts off my arms and regaining the ability to use my fingers. The casts came off in less than a week. “What will the doctor say if I show up in diapers?” I asked. I punctuated the remark with giggles.
“He will probably ask too many questions. I will give you a break from diapers that day. Except for then, you are going to be my baby.” She reached down and tickled me, then finished scrubbing me.
When I was clean, she helped me on the floor for a diaper change. She really smeared on the Desitin before she powdered me and closed my diaper. I got put in a t-shirt and then she led me to the living room. On the middle of the living room floor was a blanket covered with dolls and baby toys. She sat me in the middle of the blanket and turned toward the door next to Jeff’s den. “Remember,” she said. “If you are the least bit wet or messy, I want you to come get me for a change. Until then, play with the toys and be quiet.”
“Sure,” I said. She closed her door and I immediately stood up and climbed on the couch. The book Jeff let me have was on the cushion where I had left it. I picked it up and began to read.
Violet sat in her study. I mainly heard the clickety-clack of her keyboard, but occasionally she paused and swore or said it sounded stupid or something. I tried to ignore her and continued to read the book. The crew of the spaceship managed to win their battle, but the ship was damaged and the enemy had reinforcements coming. I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t notice that Violet had left her office until I felt the book being snatched away.
“Babies can’t read,” Violet yelled. She pulled me off the couch and sat me back down on the blanket. “Now sit here and play with these toys until I get dinner fixed.” She opened the cupboard at the bottom of the coffee table and put the book inside.
“Violet, I am an adult,” I said. “I can wear diapers and use them, sleep in a crib, and let you bathe me, but I cannot sit here and play with these toys.”
“You are having baby food for lunch today,” she said. “You will get the same for supper if I don’t see you playing with these toys when I get back.”
“Fine,” I said. I picked up a doll and held it in my arms. As soon as she left, I dropped the doll and went for my book. I cursed when I couldn’t open the little cupboard because of my casts. I picked up the doll and held it a while. I wasn’t even sure what to do. I had two older brothers and never did get into dolls. My earliest toy experience that I could remember was pushing Tonka trucks around. There were no Tonka trucks here, just dolls, a rattle, and a few plush bears. There was also a plastic tea set. With no tea or boiling hot water, I couldn’t play with the tea set, so I just held the doll.
I had to pee and without thinking, I let loose in my diaper. I didn’t drink that much that day, so it was pretty strong and I knew that the wet diaper would irritate my skin. However, I really didn’t want to get Violet and ask her for a change since she was so angry now. I thought I could manage, but ten minutes later, my skin started to itch. I hated the baby treatment.
I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I still had the doll, but I ignored it. Violet was cooking something in the microwave and getting two jars of baby food ready. I couldn’t see the labels, but one was a greenish paste, and the other looked yellowish. I suppressed the urge to gag. “Violet?”
She turned to me. “I told you to play until lunch time,” she said.
I held up the doll. “I was, but now I am wet and it is making my rash sore. I would really like it if you changed me.”
“Okay,” she said. She took me by the hand to my bedroom and made me lie on the floor. She was quick doing her work, but she was gentle. She put a lot of Desitin on me before diapering me. “Does that feel better?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“It’s lunch time now,” she said. “Let’s go eat.” We went down stairs and she sat me in front of the baby food and then got stuff out of the microwave. She had hot pockets and I just sat there as she ate them. She didn’t even offer me a bite. When she was finished, she sat in the chair beside mine and then spoon fed me the baby food. I had to suppress my gag reflex to get the stuff down. I don’t know how babies could stand to eat the stuff.
When I was done, she washed my face. It needed it because she purposely missed while she fed me and I had baby food all over my face. After the meal, she took me back to the living room and sat me on the blanket. She then gave me a bottle.
I drank the bottle. After I finished, I curled up on the blanket with the doll in my arms and took a nap. I didn’t wake up until much later in the afternoon when the door opened. I woke up and turned my head toward the front door. It was Jeff.
“You look cute lying there like that,” he said.
I sat up and smoothed my t-shirt so it covered my diaper. “Thanks.”
“So how was the book?” he asked.
I shrugged. “It was fine until I got about three quarters of the way through and Violet found out I was reading instead of playing with these toys.” I spread my arms out to indicate the toys on the blanket. “You got to talk to her.”
He regarded me. “Are you really okay with acting like a baby?”
I thought about it for awhile. Jeff was offering me a chance to stop this whole baby thing. However, there were Violet’s feelings to consider as well. “I really do need help getting baths and getting dressed, and I really don’t mind the diapers and even the baby food. I know Violet needs someone to take care of so she can heal and I don’t want to take that away from her. There is a limit to what I can endure and spending my probation playing with toys is not something one of them. I don’t even know how to play with these toys. I had all brothers and I played with trucks when I was little. I am seriously considering going back to jail. I can’t play with baby toys.”
Jeff thought for a minute. “Okay,” he said. “I will talk to her and get your access to books back.” He left the room and went into the study. The tapping of keys stopped and instead I heard them talking.
“She’s my baby. She can’t read,” said Violet.
“Violet, you can’t treat her like this.”
“She agreed to be my baby,” she said. “Ask her.”
“I did,” he said, “but I am really not convinced that she agreed because that is how she wants to be treated. I think she lets you treat her like that because she feels guilty.”
“So what?” she said. “I don’t care if she does it out of guilt or not. She is my baby. I already lost my real baby. I don’t want to lose her too.”
“You can dress her up like a baby and treat her like one, but the woman is an adult. She has the mind of an adult and no matter how you dress her or treat her, she will always have the mind of an adult. You need to leave her a little bit of adulthood or she won’t let you treat her like your baby at all.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. “She’s my baby.”
“So far. She agreed to let you diaper her and bathe her. She even informed me that she is okay with you feeding her baby food. I am a bit disturbed about that, but if she is okay with it, I guess we can live with that. However, she was really upset about losing access to reading materials. I gave her permission to read the books in my study and then you took them away from her.”
“I gave her toys to play with,” said Violet.
“She’s an adult. Let her read,” he said. “She told me she would rather go to jail than play with those toys.”
“So I lose my baby if I don’t let her read those awful books?” she said. Her voice seemed sad through the door.
There was silence for a bit and then she said, “Okay.” The door opened and they came out of the study and sat together on the couch.
“Beth,” said Violet, “I have decided to let you have that book back.” She opened the little cupboard in the coffee table and pulled out the book and handed it to me.I smiled and reached for it with both hands. My casts prevented me from holding it properly, but I pressed both hands together to keep my grip on it.
“I caution you against reading it where company will see it or you will blow your cover. Also, I don’t want to any arguing with me.”
“Deal,” I said.
I never did get to read the rest of my book that night. Between supper time, bath time, and getting sent to bed, the rest of my evening was pretty busy. I did catch up on reading the next day though. |
CHAPTER SEVEN: MESSY IN PUBLIC AGAIN
The next day I spent the morning in the living room as Violet sat typing away in her study. I was almost through with the book and had gone into Jeff’s office to find another one when Violet called my name.
“Beth, where are you?”
I put the book I finished back in its place on the shelf and came out. “I’m just getting a book.”
“Well, you can read later. Right now we got to go to town so I can talk to my editor.” She carried my overalls and some socks and shoes.
I looked down. I was a bit damp and thought I could use a change. I also had to poop really bad and did not want a repeat of the last time I pooped. “Can you change my diaper before we leave?” I walked toward the couch and sat down.
She set the overalls, socks, and shoes next to me. “Yeah, hold on and let me get you a clean diaper.” She left the room.
While she was gone, I tried to poop myself. I felt a pressure and knew I would have to go pretty soon, but no matter what I did, I could manage to mess myself. I did manage to thoroughly flood myself before she came back.
“Lie down,” she commanded me when she returned. I laid on my back and closed my eyes while she knelt in between my legs and slid a diaper under me. The old diaper came off and then I shivered as the cold clammy feeling of Desitin was rubbed against my skin. Soon I was packed into the new diaper and dressed in the overalls, shoes, and socks. I sat up as soon as we were done and we headed for the door.
“Be sure to bring my diaper bag,” I said. I watched to make sure the bag came with us as well as Violets purse and brief case. I hoped this trip didn’t take long. I wanted to get back before I had a messy accident.
The trip in the car was pretty much uneventful. Violet was lost in thought and I just stared out the car window. I wondered how long I could go on living like this. It had been less than a week, and I had yet to be beaten. A week was the longest that Peter had gone without beating me. I wondered when Jeff and Violet would start. The only thing I had really pushed was the issue with the book. The car finally pulled into the parking lot of an office building and we got out.
“Now I got to talk to my editor in his office. Can I trust you to sit in the lobby and stay out of trouble?”
I nodded.
“I didn’t hear you,” said Violet.
“Yes,” I said.
We walked inside. The lobby was a pretty airy room with a seating area with leather chairs and a coffee table covered with magazines. There was a large desk on the other side where a receptionist sat. Violet pointed to one of the chairs. “Sit down here.” She walked to the desk. “I’m here to see Jay Fourier,” she said to the receptionist.
“He’s expecting you,” said the receptionist. “You can go right in.”
Violet left me alone, so I picked up one of the magazines and paged through it. It was a science magazine. I read through several articles including one about satellites. I got halfway through the magazine when I realized that I couldn’t hold it much longer. I had to poop and bad. I decided that I couldn’t poop in the lobby of the building, so I stood up and walked to the receptionist’s desk. “Where are the rest rooms?” I asked.
“Down the hall and to the left.” She pointed the way.
I followed her directions and found a door that say Ladies. I hurried inside and went into a stall. I then reached up to undo the straps of my overalls and frowned. I couldn’t get them undone. The casts on my hands really wouldn’t let me get enough dexterity to undo them. They weren’t metal loops like most overalls. They were little plastic things that clicked into place. To undo them, I would need to squeeze the plastic pieces together and slip them apart. I couldn’t do it. I thought about asking the receptionist, but that would be embarrassing. I had to pee and poop really bad and I was afraid it would come out on its own. Pooping would be really noticeable, but I could get away with peeing. I relaxed my bladder and clinched my butt and wet myself. That relieved some of the pressure, but I still had to poop pretty urgently. I then washed my hands and hurried back to the lobby and retook my seat.
I picked up another magazine and looked through it before Violet returned. I looked up and saw her smile at me. “I see you were behaving.”
I stood up and we walked out of the building together. “What is next?” I asked. My urge to poop made it hard to walk, but I finally made it back to the car.
“I thought we would eat out,” Violet said.
“Can’t we eat at the house?” I asked.
“Why do you not want to eat out?” she asked.
I was silent for a minute and I think I blushed. “I have to poop really bad and I want a bath after I mess my diaper.”
“If we eat at home, we need to stop at the grocery store. Besides Applebees is having lunch specials. Just use your diaper and I will change you in the bathroom.”
I was trying my best to hold it as Violet drove toward the restaurant. I knew I couldn’t hold for too long. Even if I made it into the restaurant, I could’t hold it until we finished eating and Violet would want to change me in the nearest bathroom anyway.
“Please don’t make me poop in public again,” I begged.
“Use your diaper,” Violet said. “If you do, we can stop at the mall and use the family bathrooms where there is more privacy. After I change you, we can stop at Barnes and Noble and I will buy you a present.” She looked hard at me as we headed toward the direction of Applebees and the mall.
I sighed and leaned over against the passenger door, so my butt was partially off the seat. I didn’t even have to push that hard when I let go and emptied my bowels into my diaper. I straightened up and felt the mess smear against my bottom as I basically sat on it.
It wasn’t as bad as last time. Sure it smelled bad and I felt it smoosh against my skin, but it didn’t burn. Then again, my diet had been baby food instead of jalapeno-laced hamburgers, so I guess that is what made the difference. It felt really warm. I would not say it felt nice, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected. I still wanted changed immediately.
Violet smiled at me when she smelled what I did. We then pulled into the parking lot of the mall and she got me out of the car and handed me my diaper bag. We walked into the mall in silence. She held my hand and I just looked at me feet as we journeyed through the mall. I could feel every eye staring at me. I was waddling with a just-pooped-my-pants waddle. I hoped this was worth the promised book at the book store.
When we arrived in the family restroom, Violet took me by the hand and led me to one of the single user restrooms. Inside was both a large and small toilet and a changing table. There was also a sink.
“Everyone was staring at me,” I hissed.
“You were looking at your shoes,” Violet said. “No one really looked our direction. She motioned me up onto the changing table. It was really too small for me, but it was embedded in the counter. It wasn’t a fold-down one that would break if I lay on it.
She made quick work of cleaning me. Still, she used lots of toilet paper and several baby wipes before she was able to change me. I knew I was cleaner, but I still wanted a bath. I did get the new diaper on and we made it out of there quickly. I was worried about the poopy adult diaper in the trash, but Violet threw a few wet paper towels on top of it. No one would probably dig through the trash and everyone would probably assume it was a baby diaper in there.
We left and as promised, Violet took me to the book store. I quickly found a book about a girl in a spaceship that went on a fifty year journey that was time-diluted to be approximately eight years, but then found out that faster than light travel had been invented after she left. I looked forward to finding out what happened to her, but I had to wait until we finished eating.
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It didn’t really take that long to eat. Violet did have to help me a little since my hands were still in casts. I did have one rather embarrassing moment though.A man my age at the next table over was staring at me. He wore a fedora, so I thought his staring was even more creepy. Did he notice my fat, diapered ass as I sat down? I hoped not. He was staring at my face, I thought. “The man in the booth at your five o’clock is staring at me,” I whispered.
“You’re sitting down,” she said. “He can’t see your diaper.”
I thought that was true, but it was still uncomfortable. He stood up and I thought he and the girl he was sitting with were going to leave, but he came up to our table and stopped by.
“Pardon me,” he said. “I noticed the stitches on your head and wondered if you had surgery lately.” He took off his hat and revealed he had similar scars. I just stared dumbly, then played it up a bit by drooling. He didn’t seem to mind. “I had a brain tumor removed recently. I lead a support group for survivors of brain cancer. Are you interested?”
I had to give some excuse. However, I didn’t really want to deal with him. I gave Violet a pleading look.
“I’m sorry,” said Violet. “My niece was in an accident and really can’t function by herself anymore. She suffered from brain damage.”
“I’m sorry,” said the guy. He left. After that incident, we left.
I started reading my book in the car and then laughed a bit.
“What’s so funny?”asked Violet.
“I was thinking back to when I lived at home. I was a late bloomer and didn’t get potty trained until I was four. My mother had to resort to rewarding me with toys when I used the potty. It seems like you are doing the opposite: rewarding me when I used my diaper.”
Violet smiled. “We aren’t really going to make a habit of rewarding you every time you mess yourself. I only got you to do it this time because last time was such an awful experience.”
“Oh,” I said, a bit disappointed. “Well, it wasn’t as bad as last time. I still don’t like it.”
“Well, maybe next time you will be at home when you mess yourself.”
Oh great, I though, there is going to be a next time. |
CHAPTER EIGHT: THE BABYSITTER
Over the next few days Violet got more work done for her magazines. A few times we even went on road trips for a certain bit of research she had to do. One day, Violet got me up and dressed again.
She dressed me in pink pants and a black baby doll t-shirt. The design was a variation of three wolf moon design, the classic t-shirt with a moon and three wolves on it. I
always thought shirts like that were cheesy. Peter wore one. However, this one had three images of a young man with no shirt.
“What’s with this guy on this t-shirt?” I asked. “Usually it is a wolf on t-shirts like this, not a Chippendale’s dancer.”
“Jacob is a werewolf,” said Violet. “Besides, we are going to April Luther’s house for a committee meeting and Mabel’s niece will be there. She’s seventeen and loves Twilight, so she will like your shirt.”
“I am wearing this shirt to impress a high school girl?” I asked.
“Yes, you are,” said Violet. She almost pulled me down the stairs and outside toward the car.
“Great.”
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After the car trip, I really had to pee. I wasn’t wet when I woke up. I had wet before Violet changed me for bed and I didn’t wake up until Violet woke me. We got to April Luther’s house and I almost had to stop and cross my legs three times before we made it up the sidewalk to the door. Carrying my bulky diaper bag wasn’t helping.
Violet rang the doorbell and April Luther answered. “Oh hi, Violet,” she said. “Everyone else is already here.” She smiled at me. “And Beth, you are always welcome. I see you brought your supplies.”
I tried not to blush, but only lost my concentration on my bladder. I was wetting full force into my diaper. I looked like a fool with my obvious diaper bulge that was growing larger and carrying an actual diaper bag that held my replacements. Violet pulled me by the arm into the house. We went into the living room into the crowd of women getting ready for their meeting.
“I made it again,” said Violet. She took a seat on the couch and smiled.
I sat on the floor in front of her and looked down. No one said anything about my wet diaper, so I thought no one noticed that I’d wet myself again. I hoped that would remain the case although I doubted it.
While the women were discussing committees and meeting minutes, I looked around for Mabel’s sixteen-year-old niece. However, I saw her nowhere. Instead, I sat there bored. It didn’t help that the clock still hadn’t been wound. It sure does feel like time stands still when the hands on a clock are not actually moving.
After about an hour April finally finished her talk. “With that, we will adjourn to the kitchen for refreshments.”
The ladies started to mill into the kitchen. I got up to follow them, but Violet tapped me on the shoulder. “Beth, do you need a change?”
Some of the ladies looked at me and I looked at my shoes again. She had said it loud enough for everyone to hear. To make matters worse, she put her hand in my pants to check.
“April, is there a place where I can change her real quick?”
“You can change her in the bedroom.”
I waddled a bit as I followed Violet into the bedroom. I knew everyone knew the reason and it really embarrassed me, but what else could I do. At least Mrs. Luther and
the other ladies didn’t make fun of me.
I laid down on the bed and let Violet pull my pants off. “You pretty much announced to everyone that I was wearing diapers.”
“Beth, they already knew.” She pulled out a diaper and set it beneath me and started to untape my wet diaper. “You made it obvious last time when you messed yourself.” She then begin to clean me with wipes.
Suddenly, the door opened. A teenager stood in the threshold and just started to stare at me. I wanted to die. After an uncomfortable moment, the girl spoke. “I’m Mabel’s niece. I just wondered if you needed help.”
Violet smiled. “Not now,” she said. “We’ll be done in a bit.”
My face burned and I had to have turned pretty red because when the door shut again, Violet frowned at me. “If you really did have brain damage, you wouldn’t be blushing so hard.” She closed the clean diaper on me and started to tape it up.
“Well I guess so, but I am still embarrassed by the diapers,” I said.
“I suppose so,” she said. “Well, it’s time for treats,” she said. I stood up and let her tug my pants up and button them.
We went out to the kitchen again and followed Violet to the table. There were plates of cookies, and some pie. There was also coffee. I really missed coffee a lot, so I reached for a cup and started to pick it up.
“I think we’ll just have milk today, Beth.” She took the cup from my hand and replaced it with a cookie.
Mrs. Luther quickly brought me a plastic cup filled with milk. “There you go, sweetie.”
I took the proffered mug, at that point just happy it was not a sippie cup. Violet directed me to a chair at another table toward the back door. In the chair next to me was the teen girl that invaded my diaper change.
“You must be Beth,” she said. “I’m Lillie.”
I ignored her and started to eat my cookie.
“Don’t mind her rudeness,” said Violet. “She has a head injury and is still non-verbal.”
“I thought so. Aunt Mabel told me that she acts like a toddler and I saw she needs diapers. She must be bored to death of these meetings Aunt Mabel has.”
“It is pretty hard for her to sit still.”
“I’ll watch her for you during the rest of the meeting.” She smiled. “We’ll be right in the other room and I’ll get you if it is anything I can’t handle.”
I turned to Violet and stared daggers at her, but she ignored me. “I suppose it will be okay,” she said.
“Great,” said Lillie.
I wanted to scream but instead I just crammed the rest of the cookie into my mouth. After I swallowed, I quickly downed my milk. I was not happy about being put in a room with a highschooler who knew I was diapered. However, I couldn’t even protest, or I’d blow my cover.
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After refreshments, Lillie wasted no time in taking me to the other room. The other room was the bedroom I had my diaper change in. My diaper bag still lay on the bed and it was open. Lillie noticed it right away.
She climbed on the bed and went through the diaper bag. She pulled out diapers, Desitin, and, and bottles of powder. She even pulled out my novel I was reading. I was angry now. I reached for the book and tried to grab it from her hand.
“Hey careful there,” she said. She pulled the book out of my reach.”
My only resort was to do my fake cry. I felt stupid, but it worked. In no time her demeanor changed.
“It’s okay,” she said. “You like books? How about I read you a story.” I stopped crying.
She shoved my stuff back in the diaper bag and put it on the floor. She then pulled me up beside her on the bed and then grabbed a back pack from the night stand and went through it until she found a book.
“I know you like Twilight from your shirt. Maybe we can jog your memory a bit if I read it to you again.” She smiled. “I have to warn you. I am a Team Edward girl and you know he ends up with Bella instead of Jacob.”
I stared blankly at her. I did not have to fake that blank stare. I had no idea what she was talking about. She didn’t seem to mind and instead started to read to me.
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Violet came in and smiled at me. “So do you need a change?”
“I checked her earlier and she wasn’t really that wet,” said Lillie. I still had resented that invasion, but it wasn’t as bad as a full diaper change.
“Oh, good,” she said. She picked up my diaper bag and I followed her to the car.
“Goodbye Beth,” said Mrs. Fletcher. “Come back again.”
I smiled at her. I so wanted to have the humiliation end.
“We’ll be back next time,” said Violet. She buckled me in the passenger seat and went around to drive. We pulled out of the neighborhood while I sat in silence.
“How do you like Lillie? I understand she read you a story.”
I opened my mouth to speak. There was a lot I wanted to complain about today. First, I was humiliated, a high school girl babysat me, violated my diaper bag, and put her hand in my pants, but I could only complain about the most egregious item.
“Vampires do not sparkle.” |
CHAPTER NINE: THE DOCTOR AND THE NIGHT OUT
The next morning was busy and I hated it. I woke up in the crib like I always had since living with Violet and I sighed. I had to pee a bit more urgently than usual, so I just wet my diaper while staring aimlessly at the mobile. I couldn’t really do anything else except get more and more uncomfortable from holding it. My arms were still in casts and Violet had somehow found an adult sleeper that zipped in the back. I wasn’t even sure I could have unzipped it with two healthy hands.
Ironically, as soon as I wet my diaper and got comfortable, Violet came to get me. “How did mama’s baby sleep?” she asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Wah, Wah, I am wet,” I said. The crying was as monotone as I could make it.
“Well let’s get you a bath before your rash comes back. We don’t want to explain that to the doctor, do we?”
I certainly did not. I was getting tired of the diapers, but I let Violet help me out of the crib and I followed her to the bathroom for bath time.
As she bathed me, she was more thorough than usual. She also wasted no time in helping me clean up. Usually she made a big show of making me play with bath toys. She also hummed happily to herself.
“You’re happy,” I remarked.
She helped me out of the tub and started to dry me. “It is Jeff and my anniversary. He is taking me out to a fancy restaurant tonight.”
“Good for you,” I said. “You’ve only been taking care of me in the evenings. It will be good for you to get together and have a good time.” Inwardly I was happy I would get a bit of alone time.
“Yeah,” she said. “You sure you will be okay without me to take care of you?” She picked up my pile of clothes and started to dress me. She put the shirt on me and I raised my arms as she dressed me. However, the pile wasn’t as thick as I thought is should be. It wasn’t until she grabbed a pair of panties from a three-pack that I realized there was no diaper.
“Panties?” I asked.
“The doctor will notice if you wear a diaper. Want to explain the diapers?” She held them for me and I stepped into them and then she pulled them up to my waist.“Oh yeah, I get the casts off. Finally I can move on my own again.”
“But, I will still be helping you.” As if to prove a point, she held out some light blue pants for me to step into. She got them on me and then we were about to leave.
We had just gotten into the car when Violet’s phone rang. She answered it. “Hi, Mabel.” I tried to listen to the conversation, but only heard half.
“Oh yes...No. That won’t work out. Jeff and I are going to dinner tonight for our anniversary...No, Beth isn’t coming. She will stay at home...Jeff and I really want to be alone...Yes, I would really appreciate that...Thanks, I’ll see Lillie tonight.”
“What was that about?” I asked. I was concerned when I heard Lillie’s name mentioned.
“I don’t really want to upset you, but Lillie is coming to babysit when Jeff and I are going out tonight.”
“Absolutely not,” I said. “There is no way I am putting up with being treated like a baby by anyone, but you.”
“Well, our friends know that Jeff and I are going out and they think we were irresponsible if we left a brain damaged college student alone when she has the mind of a toddler.”
“Couldn’t you get someone else?” I begged. “Anyone else?”
“Sorry, but Lillie is offering to do this. She really wants to be a nurse when she grows up and Mabel things taking care of you would be good for her. Besides, she needs something to focus on besides vampires.”
“Fine,” I said.
We arrived at the doctor’s office soon after our argument and we got out. I walked in happily knowing that I was soon going to get my casts cut off and I was also not wearing a diaper.
Violet guided me to a seat in the waiting room and went up to announce our presence.
“It will be about ten minutes,” the nurse at the counter said. I sighed. Well, I had waited six weeks to get my casts off, I could wait ten more minutes.
Violet sat beside me and picked up a magazine. I opened my book and started to read. Before too long a nurse came out. “Elizabeth Browning, the Dr. Mitchell will see you.”
I fumbled to put the book mark in my book and handed it to Violet. I then followed the nurse back to an examination room.
She smiled at me. “I bet you will be glad to get those casts off.”
“I will,” I said. “I can’t even dress myself with these casts. Violet’s been a big help.” I couldn’t even use the bathroom by myself. I didn’t think the diapers were the way to go, but I just wore those for Violet’s benefit. After this, the only purpose for the diapers would be to give Violet someone to baby.
“Well, I will leave you here until the doctor comes.” She left.
I looked around the room at all the medical gear. There were models of an ear and a nose. My face warmed up when I saw a poster that talked about the treatment of incontinence. There was even a skeleton in the corner.
On the counter there was a small circular saw. Also there was some strong-looking scissors and what looked like a lobster cracker. I shivered. The doctor might cut my arm off. With Violet’s help, I could wear the casts forever. It wouldn’t be so bad. Violet would keep me in diapers anyway.
However, before I could panic any further and make my escape, the doctor entered. “Hi, I’m Dr. Mitchell. I understand you want your casts off.”
I slowly nodded.
He looked at my arms and frowned. “No one signed your casts?” he asked.
I remembered back when I was a child that whenever anyone got a cast, they carried a marker so they could get the cast signed. I had always wanted to do that, but I when I actually got a cast the first time, I had no friends and even if I did find some people to sign it, it would only make Peter jealous. This time, however, I could have gotten it signed without Peter’s influence, but I never thought of that. Besides, I was playing the part of a brain damaged girl, so I couldn’t really ask for signatures.“I don’t really have a lot of friends. Jeff and Violet are the closest I have to friends.”
He frowned. “Well, let’s get started.” He picked up the big saw and turned it on.
The saw was loud. I extended my left arm and hid my face and closed my eyes.
“Relax,” he said. “I haven’t cut anyone yet. Besides, the blade just vibrates. It doesn’t spin so it won’t cut skin.” He touched the blade against his arm. “See?”
I felt both relief and embarrassment, but I wasn’t as squeamish as he started to saw the cast off my arm. He cut one cut down the length of each side of the cast. After he did the first two cuts, he took my other arm and made the same two cuts on that cast. Then he turned off the saw.
“There,” he said. “You didn’t feel a nick, did you?”
“No,” I said.
He took the lobster cracker and used it to pry each cast apart. Underneath the cast was a gauzy wrap and he cut through those with the scissors. The casts were pulled away and I was free.
I looked down at my arms. The skin on my hands and forearms was all dry and wrinkled and they stank. I wrinkled my nose.
“Six weeks without washing probably took its toll,” he said. “I’ll let you wash your arms in the sink there before you go.” He took my arms one at a time and tested each joint for its full range of motion. He got to my left hand and tried to move my ring and pinkie fingers and I winced in pain. I looked at that hand and it still was swollen a bit. It was slightly off and I couldn’t move them as far.
“Those fingers are a bit stiff. I’ll schedule you for some more X-rays in a few weeks if they don’t get better.”
It was better than expected. The doctors had told me my hands might be permanently damaged from Peter’s stomping on them, but that they would do the best they could. At least the problem was on my left hand.
I stood up and went to the sink and washed my hands as the doctor read through my chart and made more entries. As I washed, a lot of dead skin peeled off. At least I was clean. My arms didn’t look as dirty or disgusting any more. I turned around to smile at the doctor, but he motioned me back to the examination table.
“According to your chart, there is a problem,” he said.
“Oh?” I was starting to get worried.
“They didn’t use dissolvable sutures when they fixed your head wound.”
“Is that bad?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said. “They just should have removed the stitches later. I can do it for you.”
“What if we just leave them in?” I asked.
“Then they might get infected. Now just lie back on the table and I will take care of them.”
I lay back on the table and closed my eyes. Of course the doctor was gentle. He gently removed my head band and then started parted my short hair to get to each
stitch. I cringed as he took sharp scissors and snipped each stitch and each time he took his tweeters to pull the stitch out, I thought he was going to drill into my head, but at last he spoke to me again.
“They’re out,” he said. “Was that so bad?”
“No, but I never want to go through that again,” I said.
“Well, let’s do something to make sure you aren’t injured again,” he said. “Dr. May wrote that he suspected you were being abused and that you had a pattern of ‘falling down the stairs’. I don’t like what I see here. Do you want to talk about what is going on?”
“No,” I said.
“What’s going on at home?” he asked. “You are living with that Violet woman out in the waiting room, right?”
I hoped he didn’t think that diapers were abuse. How would he even know? “Nothing’s going on at home. I like staying with Jeff and Violet because I don’t get hit anymore.”
“Who hit you?” the doctor asked.
“My boyfriend Peter, but I am away from him now.” I started to cry when I thought about what I had gone through. Through sobs I told him how I came to live with Violet. I left out the part about being her baby and wearing diapers.
“Okay,” he said. “I was just concerned that the abuse hadn’t been addressed. I am glad you are moving past that,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said. “Maybe if someone had this conversation earlier, I would not have been in this situation.”
He ran his hand through my short hair. “Well, let’s get you back to Violet, so you can go home.”
I stood up.
“However, you are more vulnerable to attracting men who will treat you just like Peter treated you. Just be careful if you decide to date again.”
“I will,” I said. I thought about my role as Violet’s diapered baby when with her and Jeff and being a brain-damaged incontinent girl to everyone else. “I don’t think I will be dating for awhile.”
I left and found Violet in the waiting room. She paid the nurse and we were out the door. I opened the door by myself and got into the car. She drove off and she smiled.I was much better off with Jeff and Violet than I was with Peter. “Violet,” I said.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Thank you for letting me come to live with you.”
“I’m glad to have you as my baby,” Violet said. “So where do you want to eat?”
I thought about it a bit. “Fast food is good enough,” I said.
“How about McDonalds?” She pulled in the parking lot and we both got out and got in line.
“You can order anything you want. You’ll just have to eat whatever Lillie decides to feed you, so at least you get to choose at lunch.”
I looked at the menu and there were so many things I hadn’t eaten in so long. I know McDonalds isn’t really exciting, but I was excited. Wearing only underwear and never leaving the house by myself made me crave going out. “I’ll have a Big Mac meal,” I said.
“What do you want to drink?” she asked.
“Dr. Pepper, of course,” I said.
She ordered and we got our food and sat at our table. She put my burger in front of me and started on her own. I took my sandwich and took a bite out of it. It tasted divine. I was also glad I could use my own two hands for eating. My left hand bugged me a bit since my ring and pinkie fingers couldn’t contribute to holding the sandwich, but it was better than having two casts on my arms that kept me from holding something larger than a French fry.“So will you be good for Lillie?” Violet asked me.
“I’ll behave,” I said. I took another bite of my sandwich and then dipped my French fry into some ketchup and took a bite of that. I then enjoyed my Dr. Pepper.Violet kept talking about how she and Jeff were going to celebrate their anniversary and I kept sipping on my supersized Dr. Pepper. Soon I had the urge to pee. I relaxed and started peeing, but then I felt really wet. I looked down and saw a pool of pee forming in between my legs in the chair. It was also running behind me toward the back of the booth. I tried to clamp down and stop, but I can’t stop once I get going. I had forgotten that I wasn’t wearing diapers.
“Oh shit,” I whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t get mad at me,” I said, “but I just wet myself.”
She looked under the table at me as the obvious wet spot in my light blue pants and the puddle of pee started to drip off the front of the seat.“Beth, what happened?”
“I forgot I wasn’t diapered. I got used to just going whenever I had to go.”
“Well, let’s just finish our meals and then I’ll change you in the bathroom.”
I sighed. “I guess adult time is over.”
I sat in discomfort for a bit and then Violet went out to the car and got my diaper bag. I felt like all eyes were on me as Violet took me by the hand to the ladies room. I heard at least one small voice say, “That lady peed her pants,” before I made it to the sanctity of the bathroom. Once in the stall Violet got to work right away.She pulled down my pants and the panties that I had just got to wear once and I stepped out of my shoes as she helped me. Then she put a clean diaper on me. However, for pants, all she had was a pair of bright orange soccer shorts. I stepped into them and watched embarrassed as Violet rolled up my panties into my pants and then stuffed the whole bundle into a plastic bag before tucking it in my diaper bag. I truly felt like a toddler being put back into diapers after an accident. That was exactly what I was.
We went out into the restaurant and Violet flagged down a McDonalds employee. “My niece had a bit of an accident in her seat. There is a bit of a puddle. I’m so sorry about that. She has medical issues.”
He looked at me and I know he was really cute. However, I had to go back to being brain damaged again. I still gave him an embarrassed smile before we left.
We got out to the car and Violet was smiling again. “That was unexpected.”
“It was unexpected to me as well. What’s going to happen when you get tired of diapering me? I might get stuck in diapers.”
“Didn’t you say you just forgot you didn’t have on a diaper on? I did that a couple times after I stopped wearing diapers from my pregnancy.” She suddenly looked sad, but she continued. “Of course I was in bed at the time, so cleaning up that mess wasn’t fun for Jeff. He’s a really good husband.”
“Well, I feel a bit better. Still embarrassed, but better.”
“Well let’s get you home. I bet you want to finish your book before Lillie comes.”
“Oh good idea,” I said. I read my book until we got back.
As we pulled in the driveway Violet looked at me. “Beth, do you want me to give you your bath now, or should I tell Lillie to bathe you tonight?”
I frowned. The idea of being naked in a tub while Lillie was scrubbing me was not the least bit appealing. Before meeting Violet, I really didn’t take a bath both morning and night. I usually showered right before I started making Peter’s dinner. I would usually take a shower in the morning as well, but sometimes I took a bath if I knew I could get my chores done before he got home. Then again, I usually didn’t pee myself. My change in the McDonalds bathroom left me smelling of pee. “You can bathe me now, Violet,” I said as we walked into the house.
We went in the bathroom and she started running the water. She then stripped me down to my diaper. I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. I sure had fallen. I was first a promising college student, then I wore only lingerie for two years while being brutalized. Now, when I was supposed to graduate, I was just a big toddler.
“Do you need to go potty before I take your diaper off?” she asked. I kind of had to poop and I even thought about going in my diaper before bath time. The timing was actually perfect for once. However, I didn’t really want to poop in the diaper. Maybe I would have if it wasn’t Violet’s anniversary. I wondered if I hadn’t had an accident, if Violet would have let me poop in the toilet for once, but that was water under the bridge, or rather a puddle of something in the seat at McDonalds. “No, I’m fine,” I said.She slid my diaper off and I sat in the water. This time, I couldn’t get away without playing with the toys. “You don’t have the excuse of the casts to avoid playing with the toys.” Reluctantly, I steered the little boats around the tub through the soapy water.
After I played a while, she smiled at me. “Time to get you clean.” She soaped up the washcloth and began scrubbing me. My arms, legs, and even my privates were soaped. She then poured water from a Tupperware pitcher unto my head before shampooing my hair.
Once clean she got me out of the tub and started to dry me off. She lay me down on the floor and I closed my eyes and readied myself for the diaper change.She put the diaper under me and was going to close it up, but I stopped her. “Suppose Lillie doesn’t do a good job of changing me. I don’t want to get a rash.”
“It will be fine. She’s babysat before.”
“Well use Desitin just in case,” I begged.
“Okay, I suppose it won’t hurt,” she said. She smeared the cold slimy stuff on my diaper area and I did my best not to squirm because it was my idea. When she was done, she diapered me. She then dressed me in my plaid overalls and a pink t-shirt.
“All good?” she asked.
I nodded and then followed her to the living room where I sat with my book. I started reading.
“You know you need to put the book away before Lillie gets here,” she said.
“I will,” I said.
“I’m getting packed,” she said. “Be good. Jeff should be home in about a half an hour and then Lillie will be here at two.”
“Packed?” I asked panicked. “How long will you be gone?”
“Just the weekend,” she said. She turned and headed up the stairs.
I frowned. I had to spend a whole weekend with Lillie. My stomach gave a little rumble and I regretted not messing my diaper before bath time. I had to poop and I would not be able to wait until Violet and Jeff returned from their anniversary. I could hold out until at least this evening. I smiled at the thought of my little present that Lillie would have to deal with tonight. |
CHAPTER TEN: THE BABYSITTER’S BOYFRIEND
I finally made it to the last three pages of the novel I was reading when the doorbell rang. Violet took the book from me and put a book mark in it and went to door. She wore a dress and pearls and she looked excited. “Beth, Lillie is here.” She opened the door, and Lillie walked in.
The girl was dressed in all black and wore glitter make up. She smiled. “Hello, Mrs. Violet. I’m ready to babysit Beth. She put her duffle bag on the coffee table and then sat right beside me. “How are you doing, Beth? We are going to have so much fun this weekend.” She then actually pinched my cheek. I wanted to scream at her, or at least tell her off, but again I couldn’t or it would blow my cover.
Violet did calm her down a bit. “Well don’t get Beth too worked up. She just got her stitches out and the doctor said to be careful not to reinjure her.”
Jeff came down the stairs and smiled at me. He took my hands in his. “Now, Beth, please be good for your babysitter. Violet and I will be back in a few days.” He gave me a hug and whispered in my ear. “Sorry about the babysitter. We can’t really explain it if you break your cover.”
I frowned, and sat back down on the couch. However Violet leaned over to Lillie. “Let me show you Beth’s room.” She got up and I followed them up the stairs. We walked down the hall and Violet opened the door. She didn’t open the door to my nursery, but to the guest room next to it. Inside was a full bed, a desk and a dresser. A couple bags of diapers peaked out from under the bed. It would be a nice room to live in and where I would have been living if I wasn’t always playing baby. “When you change her, you can just lay her on the floor. The baby monitor is right by her bed so you can listen in case she needs something.”
“I sure can do that,” said Lillie. “Where should I sleep?”
“I guess you can sleep in our room,” said Violet and led her to the master bedroom.
I went back down the stairs and sat on the couch. When I saw my book I just wanted to finish the last three pages, but I couldn’t risk Lillie seeing me. Instead I grabbed the tea set and set the coffee table as if I were going to have a tea party. They still didn’t come down, but I saw Lillie’s bag and I opened it up. I groaned. On the top of the bag were three Twilight DVDs. “How did that book ever get made into movies?” I asked myself. I dug deeper into the bag. There were clothes, of course, but I also felt something rounded and plastic. I was about to pull it out, but I heard footsteps going down the stairs and I quickly closed the bag and started sipping imaginary tea out of one of the tea cups.
“So if there is anything you need,” said Violet, “you have our cell phone numbers. Please call rather than let anything happen to Beth.”
“Don’t worry about anything,” said Lillie. “I can handle her and I will keep her dry and clean.” I blushed at the reference to my diapers.
Violet put her hand on my shoulder. “Can you say ‘bye, bye?’”
I grabbed onto her arm, but she dislodged me and I glanced at Lillie with apprehension. She waved and the followed Jeff out the door. Lillie held my hand until the car started and then she watched them pull out of the drive way.
“I got the house to myself now. You had better be good,” she warned me. She pulled out her phone and then dialed a number. “I got the house to myself. I am ready for you Brian.” She then hung up. She then unzipped my pants and stuck her hand inside my diaper. “Oh good, Beth. You are still dry. You got to promise me to try to stay dry when my boyfriend Brian gets here.”
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to call Violet. I did know her number and there was a prepaid phone in Jeff’s desk drawer in the study. However, I didn’t want to blow my cover. I did not really care what kinds of decisions Lillie made, but not if it would inconvenience me. If she was going to slut around with her boyfriend, I wanted nothing to do with it. However, I would just have to play along.
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the floor next to me by the coffee table and I handed her a tea cup.
“Oh, are you having a tea party, Beth?” She smiled and took a sip of the imaginary tea. Then she poured me some. It was still drinking air, but at least she was focused on her babysitting instead of the boyfriend. I wondered if I could teach her a lesson.
An hour later, I had to pee, so I wet myself. I was almost afraid I was getting too used to the diapers, but that choice was taken from me. I should have peed little by little, but I let it out in a flood and my diaper was soaked. It wasn’t to the leaking point, but I was ready for a change. I thought about trying to get her attention, but she was too busy naming my dolls and stuffed animals really hokey old people names like Jasper and Bella. It was only the doorbell which broke her out of her concentration.
“Oh, it’s Brian,” she said and opened the door.
A high school guy walked in. His hair was too long and he wore a leather jacket, even though it was the end of April. He wore a heavy metal t-shirt and he glance at me with apprehension when he walked in. “I thought you were babysitting by yourself,” he said. He pointed at me. “Who’s she?”
She took me by the hand. “Hey Beth, this is my boyfriend Brian. Beth is Violet’s niece. I’m babysitting her.”
He gave me a puzzled look. “She needs a baby sitter?”
“Um, yeah. She hit her head in college and is brain damaged. She can’t talk and the head injury really set her back. She acts like a toddler and even has to wear diapers.
“That is kind of gross,” said Brian.
“Well I am getting paid a hundred bucks for the weekend. I don’t care if she needs diapers or not.” She frowned at me and then reached her hand into my diaper. “Oh
someone needs a diaper change.” She took my hand and led me to the guest bedroom.
“Should I wait outside?” he asked.
Of course he should wait outside. Was he a moron or something?
No, but someone was. “Nope. She does know one way or another if you can see her get changed.” She motioned me to a towel she laid on the floor. “Lie down for your diaper change, Beth.”
I could have made a fuss, but I would have got changed anyway, so I just lay down and closed my eyes.
She pulled off my jeans and opened my diaper and I just wanted to die as she began to clean me with wipes.
“Eww,” said Brian. “I’m waiting in the living room.” I was so grateful he decided to leave me alone.
She pulled the diaper off me and put the new one in place. Then after applying a bit of powder, she closed up my diaper. I then lifted my butt to let her put my pants back on, but she just pulled me to my feet. “I am not putting your pants on. If you wet, I really should keep an eye on you.”
I was angry, but I had to accept further humiliation. What else could Brian see of me that he hadn’t seen already? He already saw what was under my diaper and I didn’t have much under my shirt. Even Lillie had bigger breasts than me and she was probably going to be showing hers to Brian that night. There was going to no way I would win tonight. I would just complain angrily to Violet when she got home.
She took me by the hand out to the living room and I reluctantly took a seat on the floor and played with the blocks. I felt foolish sitting there in a diaper and a shirt, but Brian wasn’t paying attention to me. Lillie was straddling him on the couch and he had his hand up her shirt trying to undo her bra. My stomach hurt so bad, but I smiled anyway. It was time.
I sighed. I really was going to do this. There was no way to last the weekend without pooping myself and I had forgone my chance to mess before my bath. However, I had to go. I sat on my hands and knees in front of my tower of blocks. If I pushed, I would have a massive poop in my diaper. I looked up at Lillie and Brian. His hand was down her pants and she was moaning. I pushed. At first, I had trouble. I had to go a lot and it hurt as my butthole was stretched uncomfortably. Then the poop touched the inside of my diaper and I just had to push harder. Soon I could feel my diaper push away from my butt and I looked back to see a bulge. It looked like someone shoved a grapefruit in the back of my diaper.
Lillie and Brian were still making out, and even though I knew that I smelled, the scent probably hadn’t reached them. I crawled a bit closer to them and then sat down hard in front of the tea set. The bulge in the back of my diaper flattened and I felt the mess spread all over the inside of my diaper and the smell increased.
Immediately I regretted what I had done, but I grinned as Brian tried to sit up suddenly, which knocked Lillie to the floor. “Did you just fart?” he asked her. “It smells like shit in here.”
Lillie got up. “No, I didn’t,” she said. They both looked at me and Lillie groaned. “Beth must have had an accident.”
“Well, I’m going to go,” said Brian. “Good luck changing that dirty diaper.”
“I’ll just change her and then we can get back to kissing,” she said.
“I’m not touching you after you’ve touched a messy diaper,” he said. “I’ll see you when you don’t have babysitting duty. Oh. Shower first too.”
She scowled at Brian as he went out the door. When the door shut, she helped me to my feet. “You do realize,” she said, “that you kept me from losing my virginity. I hope you didn’t make me lose Brian because he and I are going to get it on.” She pulled me to the guest bedroom and laid me on the floor for the second diaper change of the night.
However, as soon as she opened my diaper, it became clear that she was unprepared for what she needed to do. At first she just stared at me lying on the open diaper. Then she thought to grab some wipes and tried to clean me. Then she looked at her hand and gagged. It looked like her eyes were watering and she got a panicked look on her face before running into the bathroom.
I heard puking sounds that went on for quite a few minutes and then I heard the sink running. Soon she returned and then closed the dirty diaper back on me. I was confused. I hoped she wasn’t planning on leaving me like this.
Instead, she led me to the bathroom and stripped me naked. Then she sat me in the tub, before undressing herself. She then got in with me and started the shower. The water ran down and washed the mess away in brown rivulets. I noticed Lillie was careful to stand away from me as she directed the nozzle of the shower toward my diaper area.
Once we were both clean, she laid me down and diapered me and then got a new outfit to put on.
I smiled until she came back. I had not only ruined her night with the boyfriend, but I also managed to make her throw up. However, I didn’t realize that she would have her revenge on me.
“Well, since it is just us girls,” she said, “let’s watch a movie.” She led me back to the living room. I sat on the couch while she put in a DVD. “I’ll get you caught up on the Twilight movies,” she said.
By the end of the night she made me watch the three Twilight movies she had. I don’t know which was more annoying: the movie or the squeeing when one of the characters took off his shirt. |
CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE WEEKEND
By the third movie, I was started to nod off. There are only so many ways that you can present the same love triangle and keep the audience interested, especially if the girl in question is a flake.
I was already wet before the first movie, but at the end of the third I was ready to leak. I didn’t really know how to get Lillie’s attention, so raptured by the movie she was, but I had to do something. I was sitting beside her on the couch, so I turned and squeezed a bit closer to her so my diaper was right up against her and put my head on the arm of the couch.
She put her hand on my hip to push me away, and that squeezed a bit of pee out. “Eww,” she said. She got up and pulled me off the couch. There was a wet spot the size of a quarter on the leg of her jeans and there was a larger spot on the couch. “Let’s get you changed,” she said. She grabbed the remote and hit pause and then took me by the hand to the bedroom.
As we walked up the stairs to the bedroom, pee leaked out with each step. None got on the carpet, but wet drops were running down my legs. Violet never let it get this bad, but I could talk to Violet and I couldn’t talk to Lillie.
She laid me on the floor and started to change me. She opened the diaper and looked inside. “Well, I’m glad you can’t talk,” she said. “It’s my own fault I let you get this wet.” She took a baby wipe and started to clean me. “I hope I didn’t let you sit it your wet diaper long enough to get a rash.” She continued to clean me and then she got some Desitin and started to smear it on me. She smeared the stuff everywhere and rubbed it in a little too thoroughly. Violet always brushed it on lightly with a baby wipe. Lillie used her fingers. I had to close my eyes and concentrate to sit still and not squirm from the stimulation until she finally finished.
Her hands were white and she tried to wipe them on a babywipe but it really didn’t wipe it completely off. She then closed my diaper and sat me up. “Well it is time to get ready for bed anyway,” she said. “Let’s go to the bathroom and get our teeth brushed.”
I followed her and then she sat me on the closed toilet seat while she scrubbed her hands. It took her about five minutes and then she returned her attention to me.“So Beth,” she said, “will you be good for me while I brush your teeth?” She picked up my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it and ran some water on the toothpaste.
I guessed she intended on brushing my teeth for me. Violet never did that, but it made sense that if I was really an idiot after getting my head bashed in, I would need some help in that area. I opened up my mouth and let her.
It’s a weird feeling when someone is helping you brush your teeth and I really didn’t like it. She held my head immobile with her left hand and brushed with the right. She stopped from time to time to let me spit, but I gagged when she went too far back with the tooth brush. Finally that ordeal was over and any chance of the bad mood I was in from that humiliating tortuous night was over.
“Well, I’ll put you to bed,” she said. She led me into the guest bedroom and then physically tucked me in bed. She then took out a book. “You want a story?”I was in a panic. I didn’t want to have to read another sparkly vampire book. I gave a yawn, but it didn’t do me any good. She started to read.
About the second paragraph, I was beginning to like the story. Not a sparkly vampire in sight. I glanced over at the cover. Suzanne Collins, a different author. She read me the entire first chapter and then stopped. The worst part was, it was a cliffhanger chapter and I was hooked. She took the book with her, left the nightstand lamp on and left the room.
I did wonder what happened in the book, but I was too exhausted from my ordeal to sneak out and get the book to finish. Instead I turned off the lamp, rolled over, and tried to go to sleep.
All I did was toss and turn. The bed was comfortable enough, but I had to lay in the center and I felt like I was going to fall out. I shouldn’t have. I slept in a full bed before and even shared it with Peter. In college I slept in a twin bed. However since I lived with Violet, I had slept in that crib. I slept on my side in an almost fetal position, and liked the padding of the crib bumper against my butt. There was no comfort and safety of the crib railings either.
The bed had clearance on both sides, and I did not like that. When I slept in Peter’s bed, my side was against the wall and I had that safety. My dormroom bed, and even my childhood bed was against the wall as well and I slept with my back to the wall then too. I did not like this situation and all I did was toss and turn.
I realized that I was stupid. I was an adult and not a baby, despite how I was treated and despite the fact that I was reduced to peeing and pooping myself in diapers and up until today, sleeping in a crib. I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.
I rolled onto my back and flooded my diaper and then rolled back to my side. I thought back to how Peter treated me, even though I was a dream of lots of guys. Back then, I dressed like a stripper in lacy negligees or teddies. However when I didn’t live up to Peter’s ideal or he was just in a bad mood, I was his punching bag. As Violet’s baby, I was treated gently. Even when I was being bad, like with my temper tantrum on the way home from Mrs. Luther’s house after the first time I messed my diaper, or even by disrupting Lillie’s makeout session with her boyfriend, I was never beaten.
Allowing myself to be treated like a baby made Violet happy and even though Jeff was embarrassed by the whole diaper thing, he was gentle to me since I was in diapers.I tossed and turned until the clock on the wall said 3:30 and somehow fell asleep.
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Morning came. Usually the sun shining through the curtains woke me. It was easy to get up early when I was put to bed before eight, but I didn’t get put in bed until after twelve. This morning, I woke as Lillie shook me awake.
“Time to get up sleepyhead,” she said. She pulled me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and then brushed her hand against the sheets where I had been lying. “Ah good, no leaks. Now let’s get you a bath so we can go to the mall.”
I groaned inwardly. I didn’t want to go to the mall. I was going to report her to Violet for this though. I let her get me up and pull me by the hand to the bathroom where she stripped me naked and lowered me into the tub. I frowned, but I really had no choice. For one, I couldn’t say anything, and secondly, I needed a bath to wash the pee off me. As safe as a wet diaper made me feel, I hated the feeling after sitting in it for hours.
The soapy water relaxed my muscles since they were so tense from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. I lay back in the water and let Lillie do all the work of cleaning me. After the bath, though, Lillie took me to the guest room where she dressed me. I was diapered and then she went to my closet and looked through my clothes. She chose a pink denim skirt and a yellow t-shirt.
I frowned when I saw her selections and noticed she didn’t choose stockings to go with the skirt. I had no choice but to let her dress me like that. She dressed me in the skirt and the t-shirt and I looked in the mirror with horror as I noticed the skirt only came down to mid thigh. I would have to be extremely careful if I didn’t want my diaper to show and being careful wasn’t exactly what a mentally disabled girl normally did. I could pull something like this outfit off if I were wearing panties and be confident of not flashing them, but the skirt hung a bit different with a diaper on. I tried to make the best of it though.
We went out to the car and I got in the passenger seat where she strapped me in. She then drove to the mall, or so I thought. Instead of the mall we stopped at the medical supply store where I first got my diapers. Lillie guided me inside.
When we got inside, I looked around. There was still the whole warehouse feel to the place. Shelves went clear to the ceiling. There were still the creepy endcap displays of weird medical devices, but that wasn’t the worse part.
Carlos, the worker that I had a crush on, was there. He smiled at me when he saw me. “How are you doing, Beth? Can you talk now?”
My knees felt weak and I wanted to fall into his arms. I couldn’t do that, but I did look at him and smile.
“Well, you look like you’re making progress. I didn’t get a smile last time.”
Lillie ruined the reunion. “I need to get some adult diapers. There should be an account under the name Violet Green that you can charge to.”
Carlos tapped a few keys. “Yes, I see it. What kind of adult diapers do you need? We have over twenty varieties.”
“I don’t know.” She pulled my skirt up, flashing my diaper at Carlos. “This kind.”
I pushed my skirt down. “Hey,” I said offended that Lillie showed off my diaper to a hunk like Carlos.
Carlos and Lillie stared at me. Carlos came from around the counter and took my hand. “Did you just talk, Beth?”
I had blown my cover. |
CHAPTER TWELVE: I’M GETTING BETTER
My cover was blown because I reacted to Lillie exposing my diaper. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about trying to explain why I was in this situation, but how would I tell a hunk like Carlos that I allowed myself to be regressed and babied to make Violet feel better. Well, I was threatened last time Carlos saw me, but he didn’t need to know that.
He held both my hands in his and I just wanted to melt. I wanted to explain, but I knew whatever I said, he would probably think I was a freak. “Beth, it’s okay to talk. Go ahead.”
I didn’t say anything but just stared into his eyes as I wet my pants. I had to pee since I woke up, but didn’t have a chance before Lillie had me dressed and I had even considered wetting in the car. The shock of being discovered made me relax my bladder.
“Is she getting better?” asked Lillie.
“I don’t know,” Carlos said. “You need to tell Violet that she talked, so she can tell Beth’s doctor. The brain is funny. She could fully recover or only relearn bits and pieces.”
“Well that will be nice if she recovers. I have been reading books to her,” said Lillie. She was obviously trying to take credit for the word I let slip out and I was afraid the vampire fiction would continue, but it was possible that she had shifted to the Hunger Games series since I had taken in all the Twilight stuff she had forced me to watch.“Reading to her might be nice,” said Carlos. “Now let’s get Beth her diapers. Do you have her diaper bag?” He gently patted my head. “I think it distressed her when you raised her skirt in front of me. Maybe we can look in there for a spare diaper.”
Lillie left me in the care of Carlos and went to the car for my diaper bag. I was so embarrassed that I almost completely missed the fact that I had gotten away with my slipped word. However, I would be expected to start to get a little better. I was also glad that Carlos tried to spare my feelings by keeping me from being exposed. However, I would soon be embarrassed again.
Lillie came back with my diaper bag in hand. She looked at Carlos and frowned. “I think I put her last diaper on her this morning. I don’t have any extra to show you.”I wanted to shake my head or run out of there. I just put my hands at my sides and held my skirt down. Carlos smiled at me and put one hand on my shoulder. “I don’t have to see your diaper Beth. I can get Lillie to help us out.”
“She won’t know the difference if you just take a peek?” said Lillie. She reached for the hem of my skirt, but Carlos stopped her.
He opened a cupboard and pulled out a few varieties of adult diapers. I never knew there were so many. He then asked Lillie to identify the one I was wearing. She looked the diapers over and pointed to one. “I didn’t know they made purple adult diapers.” She sighed and then shrugged. “Hers are white, but you have a lot of white diapers here. I just know hers are peach on the inside.”
“Oh, you must mean these.” He handed her an ATN diaper like the one I had on. Again I didn’t dare ask what ATN stood for. He opened it up for her to see the peach color on the inside.
“Those are them,” she said, “although I kind of wish we could try the purple ones on her.”
“Well, they kind of cost more,” he said.
“Well let’s get a case of her regular diapers and put it on Violet’s account. I will just give you the money for a pack of the purple diapers.” She smiled. “If Violet likes these, she may want to switch her.”
Carlos rang up the sale. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. My heart beat heavily in my chest and I imagined myself in his arms. He was so gentle to me so far and I really liked him.
Of course that was because I was in diapers. I made too many mistakes in relationships to be able to do my part. I never measured up to Peter’s standards. Besides, the point was moot. I was standing in a wet diaper and he knew I was diapered, so I probably didn’t even show up on his radar for potential dates.
He carried the diapers to Lillie’s car and I walked out after him, my hand tightly held by Lillie.
After saying goodbye, Lillie buckled me into the passenger seat and we were off to the mall. If I knew how embarrassing this mall visit was going to be, I would have thrown a fit until Lillie took me home, not that it would have done me any good.
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The two of us entered the mall by the food court and Lillie sat me down for a snack. Of course she went straight for McDonalds. I sat in the chair in front a big diaper bag at my place at the table and brooded while she ordered. I thought about wandering off and enjoying the mall by myself, while she ran around panicked and looking for me, but I was really wet and after the events at the medical supply store, it would cause suspicion when I was found if I took the diaper bag with me, or better yet, changed out of the diaper in the bathroom and went without any underwear.
Lillie returned later with two happy meals. She put a four piece McNuggets and a small fry in front of me and put her own McNuggets and fries in front of her. She peeled open some sweet and sour sauce and started to eat.
I grabbed a ketchup packet so I could eat my fries, and she snatched it away from me. “No, Beth,” she said, “you’ll make a mess. Let me do it for you.” She opened the ketchup and squeezed it into the lid of my McNuggets box.
Hiding my mental capabilities was starting to be a pain in the ass and in more ways than one. My rashy butt from her last late change was still bothering me and being wet didn’t help. However, all I could do was sit there and eat my food. I noticed that McNuggets do not taste good without sauce. Ketchup didn’t make them taste much better.
The sign on the McDonalds had an advertisement for the next toy and I was excited that they had Star Wars light sabers, but when I reached in the bag for toy, it was only a Build a Bear stuffed bear. Why did Lillie have to get the girl’s toy when there was Star Wars? At least Lillie didn’t try to wrest that from me. I tucked the unopened toy in the pocket of my diaper bag, determined to exchange it for a light saber at the first opportunity I could get away.
We ate the meal and then Lillie opened her bear toy and played with it in front of me. She looked in my bag and frowned when she didn’t see it, but she only shrugged. She made the bear dance and looked at me.
“Why aren’t you smiling? You smiled for Carlos. Can’t you smile for me?” She danced the bear in front of me and started singing a little tune.
I finally gave in and smiled because if I didn’t, I think we would have sat there all day. We finally got up and as I stood I allowed myself to pee again. However, I stopped as soon as I felt how saturated the diaper was. If I had wet any more, I think I would have leaked right in the middle of the food court. I took her hand and pulled her toward the bathroom.
“Wait,” said Lillie. “The stores are this way.” She sighed. “Well now that we are by the bathrooms, I kind of got to pee. You are lucky you don’t have to deal with that anymore.”
I wanted to scream. How could a baby sitter who knew I was in diapers be so dense as to not know to check my diaper? Still oblivious to my need for a change, she pulled me into a stall and used the toilet. It was too much. I grabbed the back of my skirt, and made sure it wouldn’t get pee on it when I leaked into my diapers and I just relaxed and further wet my diaper.
Pretty soon, a few drops of pee escaped the leak barriers and ran down my legs, making a tiny yellow puddle between my feet.
She gasped and pulled up my skirt to my chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll change you as soon as I am done. The only time I babysat someone who was still in diapers, they cried when they were wet. You don’t really do that. I wonder how Violet knows when you are wet.”
She finished using the toilet, and then got cleaned up and dressed. She then took me by the hand to the baby change table and tried to get me to get up on it. Giving up, she took me to the stall and ripped my diaper off me. She frowned when she saw my rash was worse, but she didn’t bother to do much about my skin except wipe me with baby wipes. She then opened out a diaper and tried to change me standing up. It took forever, and when she finished, my diaper was high in the front and low in the back and it was also on crooked. However, I had peed already and knew I could hold it long enough to make it home soon.
Soon we left the bathroom and went out into the mall. There were a lot of stores that Lillie just ignored. She didn’t take me into the book store or even the video game store. We only stopped at Abercrombie and Hollister before stopping at Hot Topic. She didn’t buy anything, but she tried on nine outfits in Hollister. However, the clerk at Abercrombie wouldn’t let us go in the fitting room together, so we had to leave. That left us at Hot Topic.
I used to like Hot Topic. Aside from my grunge attire from thrift stores, I liked to wear vintage or insulting t-shirts. Hot Topic had that kind of stuff. However, Hot Topic had changed. There were a whole lot of Twilight shirts. Of course Lillie squeed when she saw each one. She grabbed a shirt that said, “I drive like a Cullen,” and another that had a picture of Edward on it and went to the checkout stand. “Hi,” she said. She actually winked at the clerk.
He smiled back. “Hi, Lillie.”
I looked at the clerk again. It was Lillie’s boyfriend Brian.
“I kind of missed you last night,” she said. “I had to sleep in Jeff and Violet’s king size bed and it was too much bed for me by myself.”
He looked at me. “Well, I was kind of grossed out. I almost gagged.”
“Well you didn’t have to change her,” she said. “I threw up for over twenty minutes. Believe me, I took a shower and changed clothes right away.”
“So what brings you here?” he asked.
“I need these t-shirts,” she answered. She put the shirts on the counter.
“New policy. We can’t check out family or friends.” He turned to another clerk. “Jazz, can you please ring up my girlfriend?”
Jazz had closely cropped pink hair. Her hair was even shorter than Brian’s. Actually, besides being pink, her hair looked the same as mine. She had metal all over her face. There were about five pairs of earrings, a nose ring, an eyebrow ring, and even a ring where her cheekbone was. She took the Twilight shirts and rang them up. “That will be $43.29.”
Lillie handed her money and then took the bag from Jazz. “Thanks,” she muttered.
“Are you one of those Twi-hards too,” she asked me.
I almost shook my head. However, I caught myself in time. Brian spoke up. “She’s the handicapped girl that Lillie is watching this weekend. I told you about what happened.”
“Oh, her,” she said. “Brian, if you weren’t so allergic to responsibility, you would make it far in this world. You held yourself back.” She flashed a smile at Lillie. “I got to keep cracking the whip all the time when I am working with him. Now Brian has a lot of work to do without a girlfriend to distract him.”
Lillie frowned, probably because Jazz dismissed her. We walked out the door together. Lillie clutched the diaper bag strap against her shoulder and held her bag with her purchases in the other hand. I just followed. I was humiliated. Did everyone we ran into today have to know I was diapered. She gave me a tug and I felt a tape pop on my diaper. That was all I needed. If I peed, I would leak, and I was grateful I had peed everything out less than an hour ago on the bathroom floor.
“Well, I’m ready to leave,” she said. “Let’s go back to the car and I will take you home.”
At least it was over. Hopefully we could sit around at home until Violet and Jeff returned. However, we barely got across the mall when a hand shoved me at my shoulder. “Beth, you bitch.” |
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: I KNOW IT’S GROSS
When Lilly finally got me home, my diaper was wet. It wasn’t too wet, but I really had to pee and I was afraid I would leak through the diaper that she had so poorly put me into.
She took me inside and immediately laid me on the living room floor. I lay down there as she took my diaper and got everything laid out for my change. She lifted my skirt up and then undid the diaper. “Oh, I wish I could have changed you sooner, Beth. Your rash is a bit worse.”
I could only just lay there as she changed me although I wanted to dress her down for how bad a job she did at babysitting me. However, she didn’t suspect a thing, although I thought she would have to be really stupid to think I wasn’t faking it.
She began to rub the rash cream on my diaper area and I had to grit my teeth in order to not cry out. I am definitely not into girls, but it takes a lot of control not to squirm when being rubbed down there. I wondered how she could be oblivious to that fact, but I really needed diaper rash cream today, and then soon it was over. “There,” she said and closed and taped my diaper. I sat up and crawled over to the couch and took my seat. She turned on the TV for me and left it on the Cartoon Network, which gave me a chance to relax for the first time that day. I didn’t even notice when she went to her car until I saw the cases of diapers in the living room. A lone pack of purple Molicare diapers sat on top of the cases of my regular diapers.
I wondered how long it would be until Lillie tried one of the purple diapers on me. She was excited about them the first time she saw them and I knew it would be a matter of time. However, they just sat there ignored as we sat together on the couch and watched movies. Thankfully they weren’t Twilight, but they weren’t movies I would have chosen.
After the last movie, Lilly looked at her cell phone. “It’s already nine,” she said. “How about I get you to bed? I’m a bit tired, so I’ll be going to bed myself too.”I let her lead me to the guest room where I lay on the floor for my diaper change. Once in a clean diaper, she tucked me in and read another chapter of the story she had read me the night before. I listened with rapt attention and by the end of the second chapter; I realized that I wanted to know what happened next. However, it was soon over and she flipped on the baby monitor and left me lying in bed.
I lay very still while I listened and it seemed like Lillie was in Violet’s bedroom. It was my chance now. Slowly and quietly, I crept to the door, but then I remembered that the door made sounds when it opened and I glance back at the baby monitor. That was going to be a problem unless... My eyes followed the power cord to where it was plugged into the wall. I merely had to pull the plug and now I could make noises. I opened my closet and went through the laundry and got Sylvia’s card. I then opened the door and then crept down the hall. Sure enough, there was a light under the door to Jeff and Violets room and I could hear the shower running in the master bathroom. I was safe.
I went down the stairs and then saw my book on the end table. I scooped it up and went into Jeff’s office. The office was surrounded by book cases on all the walls. A love seat sat in the center of the room. A desk was in front of the couch. It was a strange arrangement, but I guess Jeff just liked to be comfortable when working or reading. I sat in the loveseat and opened the center desk drawer. Inside was a plain flipphone. Nothing was special about it, but it could dial a number. I grabbed the card which I tucked into the waistband of my diaper and dialed Sylvia’s number.
It rang and then I heard someone answer. “Hey Sylvia, you slut,” I said.
“Hold on,” said Sylvia. “I can’t hear anything. I got to turn on my cochlear implant.” There was no talking but I could hear movement. Finally she spoke. “Hi Beth. Now you got to tell me what is going on with you.”
“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” I said. As an afterthought, I added, “You can hear me? I suppose I could text.”
“I can hear you,” she said. “My implant’s behaving so far.”
“Good,” I said. I didn’t know how much I wanted to tell her but I really wanted to stall.
“Beth, I haven’t seen you in forever. I barely recognized you with your hair cut so short and you were wearing way different clothes. You stopped dying it black. What happened to the grunge look?”
“Peter threw all that stuff away,” I said.
If she had grown up hearing, she probably would have said, “Beth,” in a scolding tone. “You probably let him change who you are. I’m surprised he didn’t have you dressed like a stripper.”
“Well,” I said.
“Well, what?”
“Well, I only was allowed to wear lingerie when I lived with Peter. However I don’t live with Peter anymore.”
“Who are you living with now? And who was that strange girl?”
“Well, I live with a nice couple now. No one hits me anymore.”
“Well I’m glad you are not getting beaten,” said Sylvia. “I wonder why you let Peter do that to you. How badly did he hurt you? That girl said you were brain damaged.”“Two broken arms and a bad cut to the head,” I said. “I know, but Peter was really drunk and he found out I was going to leave. He then stole the car my mother gave me to escape him and he totaled it and got himself killed.”
“Peter’s dead?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I’m glad he died,” said Sylvia. “So how did you move in with this couple?”
“Well I met them in court. Peter managed to run into the woman and she had a miscarriage. I lost in court and have to pay her restitution, but I didn’t have a job or money, so I just work for her.”
“What do you do for her, Beth?”
“Well,” I started. I didn’t want to tell her about the diapers and playing baby.
“That story doesn’t make sense,” said Sylvia. “What do you do for her? You got to do something besides go shopping with that silly teenager then.”
I thought for a minute. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you got to promise not to laugh at me or condemn me.”
“Beth, I promise.”
“Okay,” I said. “I’m Violet’s baby.”
“What do you mean that you are Violet’s baby?”
“Violet was depressed after her miscarriage and I let her care for me as if I was a baby. I sleep in a crib and she dresses me and takes care of me. It makes her feel better.”
“Is that why you were wearing a diaper?” asked Sylvia.
“What?” I asked. I was definitely going to deny that. “I was not.”
“I felt it through your skirt when I passed you the note,” she said.
“Fine,” I said. “Violet makes me wear diapers. I am her baby.”
“Beth, you know that is kind of gross. Do you have to use them?”
“I know it’s gross, but it’s not so bad unless I have to go number two.”
“Beth, it’s wrong how you are being treated. I am driving to where you are at and picking you up.”
“No, you promised not to condemn. Besides, if I don’t work for Violet, I have to find another way to earn the money for restitution. I don’t really have a work history for the last two years, so getting a job will be difficult. Otherwise, I will go to jail. I am kind of enjoying not being beaten.”
“Beth, you shouldn’t have to be humiliated. That teenager was dragging you around the mall in a diaper and telling me, a complete stranger to her, that you were brain damaged.”
“Well, that wasn’t planned. My cover is that I fell off a balcony at my sorority house and suffered brain damage, so I have the mind of a toddler and need to wear diapers. When Jeff and Violet were going on their anniversary this weekend, Lillie’s aunt gave them Lillie’s services as a baby sitter. She is behaving rather irresponsibly, but she thinks I can’t talk. Jeff and Violet were originally going to give me run of the house, but they couldn’t turn down an offer of a babysitter, because who would leave a girl with the mind of a toddler by herself?”
“Beth, slow down. My implant can’t process when you are talking so fast.”
“Sorry.” I slowly explained to her Lillie’s role and she did seem satisfied.
“Still, I don’t like this situation,” she said. “You shouldn’t have to give up using the toilet. That is kind of gross.”
“I know it is gross, but I don’t really mind. No one hits babies in diapers and no one has hit me since I started wearing them.”
“Beth, I care about you,” said Sylvia. “You don’t need to live like that. I have a great job and a two bedroom apartment by the university. You can move in with me rent free while you finish your degree and you won’t have to live like this.”
“I can’t,” I said. “My probation won’t let me.”
“Well, I want to talk to you again Beth,” said Sylvia.
Suddenly I heard a sound out in the living room. “Beth, where are you?” called Lillie.
“I got to go. Call you back later.” I folded the phone and stuck it in the desk draw just as Lillie walked in.
“Oh there you are, Beth. I was worried when I found you weren’t in bed. The baby monitor wasn’t working. Besides, you aren’t supposed to be in here.” She took my hand and led me back into the guest bedroom. As we passed my new diapers I noticed the bag of purple diapers was missing. |
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: I WANT MY MOMMY
It was Sunday. Lillie slept most of the morning, but she came in my room around eleven to get me a bath. I heard her walking down the hall and immediately tried to wet. However I didn’t have to go as I was already wet. I didn’t usually wake up in a wet diaper and I didn’t remember wetting since my last diaper change the night before. I shrugged and let Lillie help me out of the bed and then walked with her to the bathroom.
She pulled the wet diaper off of me and then sat me down in the tub. She then handed me a toy boat and she began to scrub me as if I were a baby. Of course she wasn’t as gentle as Violet. If anything, she scrubbed me too hard and she paid a little more attention than was necessary to my diaper area. “That rash is starting to heal,” she said as she scrubbed my bottom. “Still, I want it to be gone before Jeff and Violet return tomorrow night.”
Tomorrow night? They were supposed to be gone only for the weekend. Was it a three-day weekend? I tried to think about the date, but I couldn’t remember. I had spent quite a while with Jeff and Violet but I didn’t know how much of my probation was left. I thought I had been with Violet for a few months, long enough to get used to the diapers, but I haven’t thought it’d been long enough for me to forget the date. I wondered how much time I had left and then what I would do when I no longer have to wear diapers and live with Jeff and Violet.
“Beth, let’s get you nice and dry, and I will put you in a nice clean diaper.” She smiled at me and helped me up out of the bath. The towel she dried me with was nice and fluffy and in no time she dried me and put the towel on the floor for me to lie on while she got me in a fresh diaper.
“I’m going to try one of these purple diapers on you. They feel really soft and you can wet two or three times before you need to be changed.” She unfolded the diaper and put it under me and then rubbed Desitin and powder on me. I tried my best to keep from squirming as she rubbed it into me, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Stop wiggling,” she said. “I got to get this cream on you or Violet will think I’m not keeping good care of you.” At least she didn’t realize I was getting turned on. I closed my eyes until it was over.
“Now I am going to powder you.” She shook baby powder on me and then closed my diaper. Then she frowned and looked at her hands. “Ick,” she said. She stood up and began to scrub her hands in the sink. “This stuff is really sticky.” She scrubbed for about five minutes while I lay on my back with an untaped diaper under me.
Finally when she was done, she knelt down and taped up the four tapes. “There, all done.” She pulled me to my feet and we went down stairs to the living room. She sat me in front of the TV and then turned it on to a children’s channel. She and I sat together and watched TV for a little bit. The show was Rugrats. Did she think I was an actual baby instead of some poor unfortunate college girl? I rolled my eyes at such a juvenile TV show. However, Lillie was giggling at every joke. It was really ridiculous.
After the show ended, she got up and went up to Violet’s room. I grabbed the remote and flipped thought the channels until I found a western. My father had always watched westerns on Sunday afternoons, so I knew them all. It was one of my favorites. I really liked Clint Eastwood a lot. I sat on the couch and relaxed, wetting my diaper whenever I had to go.
Lillie left me alone for over two hours. At the last two thirds of the movie, the North and the South shot cannons at each other while trying take over a bridge. Lille called down to me. “Beth, are you all right?” I turned the volume down lower but then I heard Lillie shuffling around upstairs.
I thought nothing of it and just continued watching the movie. It was toward the end and the heroes had crossed the bridge to get the gold. However, Lillie stormed down the stairs after about five minutes and she wasn’t too happy.
She took the remote from my hand. “Don’t play with the remote Beth. You’ll miss your show.” She turned the station back to the children’s channel and pointed me toward the TV. “I was all comfortable. Just relax.”
I sat there and watched a kid’s show about a talking train. I hate anthropomorphic vehicles. They just bother me. It was all I could stand to watch Knight Rider reruns. At least Kitt didn’t have a face. Thomas and Percy did. If Lillie wasn’t there I would have turned the channel to see whether Blondie, Tuco, or Angel Eyes ended up with the gold. Instead I was stuck watching talking trains.
After the train show, Lillie made an actual attempt to cook for me. She actually found a can of Spaghettios. Violet might feed me baby food, but that was because it helped her cope with her miscarriage. Lillie, was just a lazy teenager who was given a task beyond her abilities. Unless actual kids lived on Spaghettios, tomato soup, Mac and Cheese, and cheese sandwiches. That was all she cooked for my meals. In the mall I had to eat a Happy meal. When she was done cooking, she came out of the kitchen and took me by the hand and steered me toward my place at the table. She shoved a bowl in front of me.
“Now this is messy, so let me help you,” she said. She took one of my bibs and tied it around my neck. I can’t believe that Violet showed her the bibs, but I suppose that a brain damaged adult would need a bib. She then took the spoon and fed me. I tried my best to cooperate, but ended up with tomato sauce on both my face and my bib. I really was a baby. I relaxed and allowed myself to wet my diaper.
Lillie looked down at my crotch and then stuck a finger in the leg.
I jumped.
“You sure are wet. Let’s finish dinner and we can get you changed.”
I looked at her for an instant, thinking that she was going to feed me with the same hand that touched my peed in diaper, but she got up and rinsed her hands in the sink. I finished the last of my food.
When she changed me, she put me in my normal diapers. Apparently the purple diapers were not good enough. They were thicker and kept me dryer than the ATN diapers and I might ask Violet about them, but Lillie must not have liked them since she gave up after me using only one diaper. At least I was clean.
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The weekend with Lillie was long. Monday included a picnic in the park, fortunately without a public diaper change. In the late afternoon we returned to the house. Upon entering, I was immediately sat in front of the TV and then Lillie disappeared.
I had no idea what Lillie was doing, but she was running around the whole house. She ran down stairs twice to get grocery bags and then I saw her running around the house. I got up and went upstairs and saw her go to Violet’s room, so I just went into the guest room and sat on the bed.
I smiled when Lillie came into the room with a grocery bag full of diapers. She started feeding them into the diaper genie. She didn’t even notice me sitting on the bed. I thought it strange that more than one of the used diapers were purple, but maybe she didn’t use more purple diapers on me because they were damaged easily. She loaded the diapers in the genie and then turned around and saw me sitting there.
She jumped when she saw me. “Beth, you scared me.” Her face turned pink. “I was just throwing your dirty diapers away.” She opened the diaper genie and threw the whole chain of diapers in a garbage bag. She then walked around the house gathering all the household trash. Afterwards, she went into Violet’s room again and shuffled through a bunch of stuff. She walked out with her bag in her right hand and the half bag of purple diapers. Was she throwing them out as worthless? I ran to the other room and looked out the window. She put the diapers in the trunk of her car along with her overnight bag.
I shrugged. She did pay for the things herself. She was certainly free to take the unused ones home with her, but I didn’t know what she planned on doing with them. I don’t know how half of them were soiled. I really didn’t look every time she changed me. Maybe I had worn them, but I didn’t think I had wet five of them. I returned to the living room and sat on the floor and played with toys until she returned from the car.
The second she returned from the car she checked my diaper. “I hope you’re not too rashy,” she said. “I don’t want Violet thinking I didn’t take care of you.”
I ignored her and continued to pretend to play with the toys. Lillie, on the other hand, sat on the couch and bounced her leg nervously. She was in a panic. She was worried about how Violet would react to her treatment of me.
I decided I would give Lillie something else to think about when Violet returned. I really had to poop and I was holding it because I didn’t want it to happen someplace embarrassing. I actually didn’t want it to happen at all, but I had learned that pooping in a diaper was inevitable.
I waited until I saw Jeff and Violet’s car driving toward the house and then I pushed the mess in my diaper. I sat and continued stacking the blocks.
Lillie noticed right away and she also noticed that Jeff and Violet just had pulled into the driveway. She got a deer-in-headlights look in her eyes and I knew she wanted me in a clean diaper when Violet entered.
She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up the stairs to the bathroom. Quickly, she lay me down and opened my diaper and then looked at what she had to deal with.“Why now, Beth? Couldn’t you have waited just ten more minutes?”
I heard the door open. “We’re home,” said Violet.
“We’re up here,” called Lillie.
Violet and Jeff came up the stairs and then Jeff saw me in my messy and open diaper. He turned away and left.
Lillie frowned and then began to wipe me clean. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing as Violet watched her changed me.
“She just pooped now. I was going to make sure she was clean when you came back. Sorry.”
Violet smiled. “It’s not easy to predict that,” she said. “Go on and change her and I will get your babysitting money.”
“Thanks,” said Lillie. She returned to the task of cleaning me. However, she had to go to the toilet a couple times to throw up before she had me wiped clean. She had just finished and had me in a clean diaper when Violet returned.
“Here is your money?” said Violet. “Did you have any expenses?”
“I bought her a Happy Meal,” she said. “That was only $3.79.”
Violet handed her four more dollars.
She put the money in her pocket and then helped me to my feet. Then she helped me with my pants. I went to Violet and put my arms tightly around her waist.“I guess she really missed you,” said Lillie.
“She hasn’t been away from us since she came here,” said Violet.
“Oh, and she talked.”
Violet looked surprised and then glared at me.
“Yeah, she said a word in the medical supply store. The guy said it was a sign that she might get better. He didn’t guarantee anything though.”Violet smiled at me. I didn’t blow my cover even though it was an excruciating weekend. “We hope for the best,” said Violet.
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As soon as Lillie left the house, I looked at Violet. “May I please have a bath?”
“You can wait until bedtime,” said Violet. “I know you messed yourself when you did to make Lillie panic.”
I wondered how Violet knew.
“Besides, what was this about talking?”
“I’m sorry. She put me in a skirt and took me to the medical supply store to get diapers. When Carlos asked her what kind of diapers I wore, she flipped up my skirt and showed him. I just accidently said, ‘Hey.’” I rolled my eyes. “She wasn’t exactly discrete about my condition.”
“Be careful about your cover in case we need to hire Lillie as a babysitter again.”
“No way,” I said. “Anyone but her.”
“Was she that bad?”
I told her everything.
“Well, go relax and I will make dinner.”
I left the room and went down to Jeff’s office to retrieve my book and get the ending read. When I entered, Jeff was sitting on the couch behind the desk.
“I’m sorry you had to see me as disgusting as I was,” I said.
“What?”
“During my diaper change.”
“It was just awkward. I didn’t mean to see anything.”
I picked up the book and sat in one of the chairs. Quickly, I found my place in the book. “So how was the weekend away with Violet?”
“It was great. We went to St. Louis and saw the arch and then we stayed in a beautiful hotel room.”
“Cool,” I said. I had never had anyone take me somewhere exciting. Peter never took me anywhere. I sat in the chair and read my book and then selected another one. “Is Violet getting a bit better?”
“I think so,” he said. “Your willingness to put up with the way she treats you sure helps. I really don’t think it’s healthy for you though. Do you really want this treatment?”
“Like you said, it helps Violet.” I smiled. “It’s only for two years.”
“Your probation is for two years,” said Jeff. “The court never said you had to stay with us the whole time.”
I thought about how Jeff and Violet never beat me. “I like staying with you guys,” I said.
“We like having you, Beth. Now go read in the living room. I need to catch up on the mail.”
I left the office and went to sit on the living room couch where I curled up with my book.
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I received my much needed bath and was all dressed in my clean diaper and new t-shirt with a picture of the St. Louis arch on it as Violet led me to bed. I walked into the guestroom, but Violet turned my shoulder toward the nursery.
“It’s back to the crib for you, Beth,” said Violet. “I need my baby.”
I smiled. “I actually missed my crib,” I admitted. “I felt like I was going to fall out of that bed. If I am saddled with another babysitter, please push that bed against the wall.”
“I thought we would have an argument,” she said. She took my hand and helped me into the crib. I curled up and let her tuck me in.
“Goodnight Beth. I am glad to have my baby back after my trip.”
“I missed you too, Mommy.” I finally called her Mommy. It took being stuck with Lillie to really appreciate Violet and I enjoyed being taken care of.
Violet looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Calling me Mommy means a lot to me. Thank you.” She turned off my light and closed the door.
I lay in the crib several minutes before closing my eyes to go to sleep. I was once again safe in my crib and I had on a clean diaper. There was nothing else I needed.
Was I really looking forward to leaving so I could use the toilet? Besides having to mess the occasional diaper or eat the occasional jar of baby food, everything was perfect. All I really was missing was friends. |
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: MOMMY’S ILLNESS
In the weeks since Jeff and Violet’s weekend away, I had started to let Violet baby me even more. She still bathed me and put me to bed, but I stopped complaining before needing to poop and just kind of pushed it out wherever I was. It was gross, but then again, I was getting used to it, just like I was getting used to peeing. I wondered if pooping would ever stop feeling gross to me. Sitting in a wet diaper actually started to feel good. However, I wanted out of a poopy diaper immediately.
I woke up wet for the second day in a row. The first morning, I thought it was just a fluke, but now I was worried. “Mommy,” I said into the baby monitor. “I’m wet.”
Violet came to change me, but I still felt worried. What if this was a continual thing? Still, I forgot about the bedwetting when I found out what Violet had in store for me. We were visiting the Luther’s.
Mrs. Luther was always kind to me, but I knew I would once again have to face Lillie. I hadn’t seen her since she had babysat three and a half weeks before and today I knew I would have to face her again. I had no idea what horrors I would have to face with her.
Violet dressed me in my green corduroy short-alls and I frowned. “I’m not going to the Luther’s like this, Violet,” I said.
“You are wearing what I dress you in.” She closed the latches on the bib of the overalls. They were the same type of latches that thwarted my attempt to poop in the potty at Violet’s editor’s office.
“But this is the most babyish outfit I have,” I said.
Violet gave me a stern look. “And you are my baby, Beth.” She led me down the stairs.
“Please don’t make me go to the Luther’s like this, Mommy,” I begged.
“We are going to have breakfast before we go anyway,” said Violet. “Do you want canned peas or canned carrots?”
There was a mirror over the couch and as we walked down the stairs I saw myself in it. I looked less like a twenty-two-year-old and more like an eleven-year-old. It was awful. Complaining would do no good. Whenever I complained, I got fed baby food instead of adult food.
I fake smiled and looked in the mirror. “Actually, I was mistaken about the outfit being too babyish for me. Nothing is too babyish since I rely on my mommy to dress me and even change my diaper.” I looked pleadingly into her eyes. “Will you give me something yummy to eat for breakfast?”
Violet gave no indication that she knew I was faking, but she smiled. “I suppose we can have some breakfast tacos.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” I said. I picked up my book off the coffee table and followed Violet into the kitchen where I sat at the table.
Violet went to the refrigerator and took out some bacon and eggs and started to cook them on the stove. She even warmed up the tortillas on the stove instead of merely microwaving them. I just read my book, while the meal was being cooked.
I got through half a scene about how a character named Miri had been caught stowing away on a starship. She was just about to be led to the captain when Violet interrupted my reading. I bookmarked my book and saw that Violet had put a plate in front of me with two breakfast tacos on it.
“It’s time to eat,” said Violet. She sat across from me with a similarly loaded plate. The only difference was that she had a glass of orange juice and I had a sippy cup.We prayed and then I took a bite of my breakfast taco. It was pretty good cooking. Even though Jeff and Violet were upper middle class and they ate out often, Violet had a few good recipes.
“So will you be able to get along with Lillie today?” she asked.
I rolled my eyes, but at the stern look from Violet I nodded.
“I know she embarrassed you at the mall and she wasn’t as responsible as I had hoped. However, it will break your cover if I punish her because of that because you really couldn’t have told on her.”
I took another bite, swallowed, and then stared. “I don’t like her,” I said.
“It will just be for the morning.”
“I guess I can deal with it this morning, Mommy, but I can’t handle being babysat by her.” I took a sip from my sippy cup.
We ate. Violet smiled at me between bites, until we finished. I sipped down the rest of my orange juice and looked at Violet. A sippy cup did not hold enough for an adult. “May I have some more juice?”
Violet smiled. “I have something else in mind.” She cleared the table including my sippy cup and put everything in the dishwasher. She then took some apple juice from the refrigerator and poured it into a bottle. She then took me by the hand to the living room.
We sat together on the couch and I lay with my head in her lap and was fed my bottle. The apple juice was nice and cool and I greedily drank it up. I was so thirsty for some reason and Violet was gentle. She was singing softly to me as I suckled on my bottle.
Suddenly Violet sat up straight. She lifted me off her lap and stood up and ran toward the downstairs bathroom. I put my bottle on the coffee table and followed her. I didn’t ever use the downstairs bathroom. In fact, it was off limits to me, but I followed Violet in anyway. She was in distress when she hurried to the bathroom and I was worried.
I found her on her knees in front of the toilet puking her guts out. Her face was red. I knelt beside her and rubbed her back until she seemed to get control of herself.“Are you all right?” I asked when she had changed positions to sit on the floor instead of kneel over the toilet.
“I’m fine now. I was really nauseous,” she said.
“Do you want to stay home instead of going to the Luther’s?” I asked. I am afraid that I asked the question too eagerly.
“No, we are not missing the meeting,” she said. She stood up and washed her face and then took me by the hand to the car. We stopped by the living room long enough for me to pick up my book and Violet to pick up my diaper bag and my bottle, then we were out the door.
The car trip to the Luther’s was uneventful except for Violet making sure I was drinking my bottle. By the time we arrived at the Luther’s I had finished the bottle and was already feeling the need to pee.
“Violet,” said Mr’s Luther as she met us at the door, “how was the trip?”
“It was very enjoyable,” answered Violet.
“And Beth,” she said, “I hope you are doing well. Your friend Lillie is in the bedroom. Do you remember her? I bet you will be glad to see her.”
I fake smiled. I surely remembered Lillie and her treatment of me and I was certainly not happy about having to spend the morning with her.
I followed Violet into the house and we walked into the living room where all the ladies were meeting. I looked at the clock. It was still stopped. I frowned. I hated the fact that the clock wasn’t wound. Today would be the day I would fix it.
Instead, Lillie appeared in the living room and took my hand. “Oh, Beth,” she said. “I’ll entertain you in the bedroom so you don’t get bored and bother the ladies during their meeting.” She pulled me toward the hallway, but first paused to grab my diaper bag.
As soon as we were in the bedroom, she unbuttoned my jeans and thrust her hand down the front of my diaper. “Still dry,” she said. She buttoned me back up. “I’ll change you if you wet,” she said, “but I’ll be checking on you. Violet said I let you get a rash, but she had done the same.”
I turned and sat on the bed. There were no toys, but Lillie reached into her bag and pulled out a stuffed animal, or rather just the head of a stuffed animal. It was a red bird. I looked at it again. The bird head had wings on the side of its head.
“Caw caw,” she said and tossed the bird at me.
I caught it and held the thing. I wondered who would make a stuffed bird head. A phone rang in Lillie’s bag and she reached in and pulled out her phone before answering it. “Hi, Brian,” she said.
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m just babysitting Beth.” She paused while listening to the response. “Yes, she is the one.”
I was starting to get mad. She took every opportunity to talk about me. However she changed the subject and talked about annoying teenage things with Brian. I was bored.
I saw Lillie’s bag and wondered it that Hunger Games book was inside it. She had dumped out my diaper bag and gone through it when I was in this room with her last. I dumped her backpack out on the bed. The effect was surprising. The Hunger Games book did tumble out of the bag along with a pair of khaki shorts and a camisole, a box of Girl Scout cookies, and two of those purple diapers.
“I got to go,” said Lillie and then hung up the phone. She grabbed the diapers from me and then shoved them in her bag. “Beth, don’t go through my stuff.” She then gathered the clothes and cookies.
I wondered why she had the diapers. It had been weeks since she babysat me. Her face had turned red when she saw the diapers. They embarrassed her. I thought back to how so many of those purple diapers had been wet. I did not remember wearing that many. Was it possible that Lillie needed diapers? No. The very thought was absurd. I pushed the book at her.
“Oh,” she said. “You want a story?” She picked up the book and started reading it. I just curled up beside her and closed my eyes and listened to the story. She didn’t read the whole story, but she did read almost the whole time. At least there were no vampires.
About midway through my time at the Luther’s, we were called in for refreshments. I sat at the table.
“Beth, would you like some juice?” asked Mrs. Luther.
Violet smiled. “She can have juice.”
Lillie held a cup and Mrs. Luther poured juice in it. Lillie then put the cup in front of me. “Now don’t spill,” she said. “I’ll get you a cookie.”
I took a sip of my juice and then realized that I had to pee. I relaxed and wet my diaper. The wetness felt so warm. I was started to like the feeling of a warm diaper. I wondered what was wrong with me.
Lillie brought me the cookie. I was not a child, yet she had only brought me one cookie. I ate it and then drank the juice. When I finished, Lillie smiled at me.“All done,” she asked. She pulled me by the hand out of my seat and I followed after her back toward the bedroom. On the way back, Violet hurried past us to the bathroom. I didn’t get to see why she was in such a hurry because Lillie pulled me into the bedroom.
When we were alone, she shoved her hand in my diaper. “You are really wet,” she said. She laid me on the bed. “Let’s get you changed.”
I lay back as she undid the latches to my shortalls and pulled them off of me. I was just in my diaper and t-shirt and when she undid my diaper. I was really wet and really needed the change.
Before she could get me wiped clean and put in a clean diaper, Violet came in. She looked a bit pale. “Lillie, finish changing Beth. We are going to leave a bit early.” I looked at Violet and wished she would finish changing me. However, that wasn’t going to happen. She just sat in a chair by the door.
“No, Lillie. You don’t have to rub the Desitin in that much,” said Violet. “You can just brush it on with a baby wipe. It’s really sticky stuff.”
Lillie frowned. “I wondered why it stuck to my hands so badly.” She took the wipe and brushed it on me which was a bit more comfortable than her rubbing it on my privates with her fingers. Soon I was changed and we walked out toward the car.
“I hope you feel better soon, Violet,” said Mrs. Luther.
“I was just a little nauseous,” she said. She took my hand. “Let’s go home, Beth.”
When we got to the car, I looked at Violet. “You don’t look so good. Are you sure you are okay to drive? I can drive.”
“I was just a little nauseous. I’ll be fine if we go straight home. Besides, you don’t have your license or any ID whatsoever.”
That panicked me. “I have no ID of any kind? I left that stuff behind at Peter’s house. What am I going to do?” How would I get a job or anything if I didn’t have that kind of paperwork? I didn’t think I would be staying with Jeff and Violet forever.
“You’re my baby and you don’t need all that grown up stuff. Relax. Besides, your probation officer brought all that stuff to us soon after you first moved in with Jeff and me.” She patted me on the leg. “Now let’s get home and we can take naps.”
We drove home. I didn’t care for the idea of a nap since I didn’t really do anything except wet my diaper, read, and watch TV. I did sleep whenever I was tired, which was rarely, because Violet put me to bed early every night. However, we walked in the front door, and she led me straight to my crib.
“I’m going to take a nap so I will feel better,” she said and walked out of my room.
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I woke up from Jeff shaking me. “Wake up. Violet overslept and told me to get you up.”
I sat upright and my blanket shifted down, revealing that I was only wearing a slightly wet diaper. Jeff looked away.
“Can you please get me a t-shirt?” I asked. When I saw he was looking in the dirty clothes basket, I pointed toward the dresser. “The second drawer.”
He tossed me the first t-shirt he saw, the three Jacob moon shirt. I hated that shirt, but I pulled it on anyway. “I’m decent,” I said. At least my torso and diaper was covered by a clean t-shirt.
Jeff turned to me and the pulled down the side of my crib. I hopped out, but not without exposing the back of my diaper. “Do you need a change?” he asked me.I didn’t know if I wanted him to change me. I hoped Violet would be able to change me. If she were ill though, maybe I could be an adult until she got better, unless Lillie were to come and take care of me. I hoped it didn’t come to that. “Umm,” I said.
“Violet is taking a shower. If you can wait that long, she can change you,” he said. “Otherwise...” He let that thought trail away.
“I can wait,” I said. “I’m just wet.”
“Good,” he said. “Changing an adult is a bit too personal for me.”
He opened the dresser and found a pair of shorts and handed them to me. I stepped into them and buttoned them on. I had a little bit of trouble with the zipper because I hadn’t dressed myself in so long, but I got finished dressing. We walked downstairs to the living room.
We watched TV a bit and he asked me about my reading during the commercials. I told him about the Hunger Games Lillie was reading to me.
“I heard about that series,” he said. “There is going to be a movie for that book.”
“Oh yeah. Do you suppose Violet could take me?”
He laughed. “You’ll have to ask her.”
By the time Violet came down, I was already nose deep in a book. I looked up as she crossed the room to take her spot in her chair.
“Feeling, better?” I asked.
“Much better,” she said.
“Will you change my diaper, Mommy,” I asked. “I’m very wet.”
Jeff looked at me a bit strange when he heard me call Violet Mommy. However, he just shrugged.
“Come on, baby,” she said. She led me back up to my room and pulled off my shorts and began to change me. As she worked, she talked to me.
“We both had big naps, didn’t we,” she said. “I’ve been a little bit tired the last few days and it really helps that you are being such a good girl for mommy.”
“No problem,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Now let’s go back down and watch TV.”
I stood up and stepped into the shorts as she held them for me and buttoned them and then we returned downstairs.
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After spending the evening with Jeff and Violet, I was put to bed. It was very hard to sleep since I had napped all afternoon. I tossed and turned until midnight and wet my diaper before I had even gotten to sleep. However, in my warm wet diaper I was able to get to sleep.
If one had to choose between Rugrats and The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, then there is something wrong with it. Besides, Beth likes to watch westerns on Sunday.
As for, posting more than a chapter a day, I am doing it to avoid merging posts, so it is easier to read if each chapter is on its own post. |
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: CHANGES AHEAD
My days consisted of waking up, wetting my diaper, having a bath, and then spending the day with Violet as she either wrote, visited her editor, or went to meetings at the Luthers. Some days we went shopping which meant getting publically dragged around in diapers and child-like clothing. For entertainment, I either watched TV or read the books in Jeff’s study. That is how my days normally went.
Today was not normal. A cramp woke me up and I noticed my diaper was already wet. I had been wetting my diaper in my sleep more often in the last couple weeks. I wasn’t quite sure if the cramp was from needing to poop or my period starting. It was probably both, which really meant nothing. Diapers ended my need to worry about that type of thing. Usually I didn’t need to poop first thing in the morning, but today I did. Also Violet had been suffering from nausea for the past couple days. With Violet sick, I was reluctant to greet Violet first thing in the morning with a messy diaper, so I held it in and waited for her.
She came in when she heard me stirring in the baby monitor. “How did my baby sleep?” she asked.
I smiled back at her. “Okay, Mommy,” I said. She helped me out of the crib and I stood there slightly bent over from the cramping. “Are you feeling better?”
Violet smiled. “I’m doing good,” she said.
We went to the bathroom and Violet began drawing the water for my bath. I finally relaxed and filled my diaper. I could feel that it was a lot.
She didn’t seem to notice that I was messy. She sat on the toilet and watched the water fill and I just stood there with a big bulge in my diaper. Suddenly she got up and turned around, dropped to her knees, and fumbled with the LidLok before throwing up. She then dry heaved a bit and then sighed.
“Wait here, Beth. I am going to call the doctor.”
I groaned. I wanted the dirty diaper off and I wanted my bath. I just stood there and waited until she came back. However, when she returned, I did not get my wish.“Beth, the bath will have to wait. We got to be at the doctor’s in thirty minutes or he can’t fit me in for three more days.”
“Violet, I just pooped and I need a bath.”
“Mommy has been feeling nauseous for a few days. I need to see the doctor. Lay down on the towel and I’ll change you and then we need to hurry and get you dressed.”I lay down and then Violet finally noticed what I did in my diaper. “Oh, let’s get you changed.” She quickly cleaned me and put the new diaper on me before dragging me to my nursery. She then threw some clothes on me: a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt with the hearts on it. The jeans were tighter than I wished, but I was sure I was just paranoid about the diapers. Once dressed, she dragged me to the car, stopping only to grab my diaper bag.
The drive to the doctor’s took most of the remaining thirty minutes. We had just come inside when the doctor motioned Violet to come straight back to an examination room. I just sat in the lobby, bored because I forgot my book. Instead, I picked up a magazine that I remembered from my childhood.
I had loved Highlights as a child and loved to read it every time I had gone to the dentist or doctor’s offices. I must have lost concentration for a while trying to find twenty-five different things between two pictures, that I forgot about how smelly I felt. Violet does a good job at changing me, but I always want a bath after a messy diaper and I had been cheated of that. Anyway, before I knew it, Violet had come out of the examination room and even paid for her office visit.
“Did they find out what is wrong with you, mommy?” I asked. I said the mommy quietly so no one else would hear me calling her that.
“The doctor said nothing was wrong with me,” said Violet. She smiled at me.
“Something is wrong if you are throwing up every morning,” I said. “He had to say something more.”
“He did,” she admitted. She opened the car door for me and I sat down and let her do my seatbelt. “I got to tell my husband before I tell anyone else.” She came around to the front of the car. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Breakfast tacos.”
Violet made a face and pulled into a Dairy Queen. She got me out of the car and we walked in. I scanned the menu for any breakfast items, but I didn’t really see anything.
Violet ordered for me. “I’ll have a blizzard, a misty, and a hotdog,” she said. She smiled. “And Beth will have a blizzard, a misty, and...”
“No hotdog,” I said. “Make my misty cherry and my blizzard mint chocolate chip,” I said.
The man made our food and we went to a table to eat it. Violet put the straw in my misty and pushed it to me. She had ordered larges. I knew right away that the 32 ounces of misty would make me wet and I worried that the blizzard would give me other problems. I have a low tolerance for dairy and ice cream makes the problem worse. Before I came to live with Jeff and Violet I used to make sure that I was near a bathroom whenever I had ice cream. Peter had been so grossed out, that I wasn’t ever allowed to have ice cream while living with him.
“So why ice cream for breakfast. You were always so strict about me eating ice cream for breakfast.”
“I wanted ice cream,” she said. “And I really got the craving for a misty.”
I sipped my cherry misty. As a teenager, I had worked at a Dairy Queen and knew how to make the misty stuff. I had poured 5 gallons of water and a 5 pound sack of sugar into the misty machine along with one packet of the DQ misty stuff. I wasn’t sure what was in the misty envelope, but I knew that it was pure sugar flavored with squirts of pure sugar. It sure was yummy though.
Before we left, Violet and I had each drunken a 32 oz misty and eaten a large blizzard. I felt slightly ill, but Violet had a smile on her face. The next stop was Walmart.I hated Walmart. Walmart had long aisles and the bathroom was always hidden. When Peter had let me leave the house, it was only Walmart where we would go. I want to go shopping at the mall or at specialty stores. I did not want to buy dresses or blue jeans in the same place that sold fishing lures. However, this was the first time Violet had taken me to Walmart. She only went to the pharmacy and gave the pharmacist a prescription.
“That will be twenty minutes,” he said.
We sat on the little bench and waited. Twenty minutes was a long time and suddenly I had to pee. I tried to hold it because my jeans were a bit too tight and I knew the diaper would swell up. However, it just became too much and I started to pee full force into my diaper. It held it all, but I was sure I was going to pee all over the Walmart.Finally Violet got her prescription and we left. I had to walk with a slight waddle but we made it to the car without incident. I couldn’t get home soon enough.
As soon as we got in the door I kicked off my shoes and undid my jeans and started getting undressed. I needed my bath.
“Beth, what are you doing?”
“I need a bath, mommy,” I said.
“Do me a favor and just go in and take a shower, please. I’ll bring you some clothes. I really have to pee.” She turned and went to the master bedroom.
I was shocked. I had never taken a bath or a shower by myself since I moved in with Jeff and Violet. I closed the bathroom door and pulled off my diaper. I was worried when I saw what was inside. I had drunken the bright red cherry misty and I noticed a lot of wetness in my diaper.
I turned on the water and got the water temperature right, and was just about to plug the drain, but then changed my mind. Instead I closed the shower curtain and took a long shower. I paid special attention to soaping my nether regions and then I found the baby shampoo on the side of the tub and used that to wash my hair.
Once clean, I toweled myself dry and then look on the counter. Violet had just left a stack of clothes on the sink. I walked up and looked through it. A different t-shirt and the jeans I had worn that morning were stacked neatly. However, on top of the stack was a pair of panties.
“Mommy,” I called into the hallway.
“Do you need something, Beth?” Violet asked me.
“I need a diaper,” I said. “You accidently put panties with my clothes.”
“I thought, I’d let you be a big girl today,” she said.
Violet was really serious. I was allowed to wear panties today.
I got dressed. I felt funny. There was no crinkle as I walked and I had to tug on the waistband of my pants ever few minutes as I walked around. I eventually settled on the couch and read my book as I waited for Jeff to come home. I wondered what the news for Jeff she got at the doctor’s office was going to be. It was serious enough that she didn’t have time to baby me, but she also indicated that nothing was wrong. I thought about the trip to the pharmacy and that confused me a lot. Doctors don’t give prescriptions when nothing is wrong.
I was so nervous about the news and I couldn’t wait until Jeff got home so she could tell me about it. I also had nervous urges to pee. It seemed like I couldn’t go half an hour without having to go to the bathroom to pee. I wasn’t going to make the mistake of forgetting I was not wearing diapers and wetting myself.
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Jeff came in at about half past five. I was a mix between excitement and worry when I saw him. “Hi, Beth,” he said when he came into the living room.
“Hi, Jeff,” I said. “Violet needs to talk to you about something important. She won’t tell me what it is, so it must not really be any of my business, but I am worried about it just the same. She was acting weird all day since she came back from the doctor’s office.”
“Was her nausea continuing?”
I nodded.
He went into Violet’s office and shut the door. They spoke in low tones, so I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Still, they seemed to be in there a long time. I tried to read my book, but I couldn’t concentrate on it. I just sat on the couch and tapped my foot nervously. Finally they came out.
Both Jeff and Violet were smiling. “Beth, do you want to go with us to Applebees?” asked Jeff. "We are celebrating.”
“Celebrating?” I asked.
“I’m having a baby,” said Violet.
It suddenly became clear to me why I was back in panties. Now I would be forced to be Violet’s maid and be subject to beatings if I failed to perform. I was no longer Violet’s baby. I smiled. “That’s wonderful, Violet.” I didn’t feel like smiling. I wondered what was in store for me.
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Applebees was good. I had a nice meal and even had some drinks. We sat around the table and Jeff raised a glass to me. “Thanks for being part of our family the past
few months, Beth,” he said. He smiled and lowered his voice. “I bet you are glad to be out of diapers now.”
I smiled back and took the last sip of my Dr Pepper. “Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” I got up and went to the bathroom.
I chose a stall and did my business and went to the sink and washed my hands. I had felt so embarrassed about the diapers and everything the last couple months and now, here I was with the ability to act like an adult. I quickly returned to our table and found that my drink was refilled. I sipped as Jeff and Violet talked among themselves.
“So have you given any thought to what you are going to do next?” asked Jeff.
I froze. What could I do? “I guess I am going to help Violet with housework while the she’s dealing with the baby and stuff. I mean since she doesn’t want me to be her baby anymore.”
I hoped I had given the right answer.
“We’ll talk about our options in the next couple of months,” said Violet.
I nodded. Things were changing and I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t really like change.
“We don’t need to change anything right away, Beth,” said Jeff. “We’ll just move you to the guest room for now. We just need to discuss what to do when it is time for you to leave us.”
There it was. They were going to kick me out. I felt like crying. I wanted to respond, but my throat hurt and I knew if I said anything that I would start balling. When I lived with Peter, balling just got me a beating. I just stayed quiet until we left the restaurant.
The drive home was too much. As soon as I sat in the car I noticed I had to pee. I was about to wet myself. Twenty minutes later I felt a spurt in my panties.
Unfortunately by the time we arrived at the house, there was a wet spot the size of a saucer on my pants and I was about to lose it. We pulled in the driveway and almost as soon as the car stopped, I got out and headed for the house.
Jeff had his key out and I was crossing my legs. Suddenly my crotch went numb and I began wetting. The wet spot grew and lost its roundness as rivulets of pee ran down my legs into my shoes. Jeff looked at me with concern, but Violet just shrugged.
“Did you forget you weren’t in a diaper again?” asked Violet.
“No,” I said. “I just couldn’t hold it.” I started balling without even trying to stop. I knew I would be beaten anyway, so there was no point in controlling my emotions.
Jeff got the door open and Violet escorted me to the bathroom. I just stood there and she had to undress me. Besides, I knew everything would be a big mess. However, as soon as I was naked and in the bath, Violet left me to clean myself.
Once clean I just sat in the water until Violet came with my jammies. It was just my sleeper, but I wanted to wear it most of all. There was also a pair of panties on top of pile. I looked at Violet. “I need a diaper for bed tonight.”
“Beth, you don’t have to wear diapers anymore,” she said. “You can wear regular underwear. In fact I’ll take you to Vitoria’s Secret tomorrow and we’ll get you some nice bras and underpants.”
I shivered. I hoped she wouldn’t make me wear only underwear around the house like Peter had done. I had enjoyed the security of being a baby. Only a terrible person would hit a baby and no one had hit me during the time I spent diaper. I got dressed in my jammies and went down the stairs to join Jeff and Violet in the living room. I took my seat on the couch and hung my head.
“Are you all right, Beth?” he asked.
“I’m sorry I wet my pants,” I said. I waited for my punishment, but it never came.
“You probably just need to remember that you aren’t wearing diapers anymore,” he said.
“Yeah,” I muttered. I didn’t want to tell him about needing the toilet every half hour or waking up wet, so I was just quiet.
“So I heard you have two years of college,” he said. “You had pretty good grades before you dropped out too.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was an engineering student.”
“You ever want to finish?” he asked.
“Someday,” I said. “I don’t know how I will ever get the money. I don’t exactly have an income right now and I still owe you guys all that money.”
“You’ve worked some of it off,” he said. “We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Why don’t you get some rest?”
I walked to my nursery, and put down the rail and started to crawl in for the night, when Violet came in. “Don’t sleep in here,” she said. She took me by the hand and led me to the guestroom. “You will sleep in here for now on.”
The guestroom looked a bit different. The big full bed sat in the corner of the room now, so I would be more comfortable. I got under the covers and rolled over to face Violet. “Thank you for letting me be your baby. I felt so loved.”
She bent down and kissed me on the forehead. “Jeff and I still love you very much. You were a very nice baby and helped me to heal and we got to find a way to thank you.” She turned out the light and left the room.
I tossed and turned a little trying to get comfortable and the bed crinkled a bit from the plastic mattress protector, but I finally got to sleep. Of course I woke up in the middle of a puddle wearing a wet sleeper. |
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: BEING AN ADULT
I’ve haven’t woken up wrapped in wet sheets for a long time. The last time, unfortunately, was when I first started college. In college a girl is allowed to experiment with grown up things and it was no different for me. After our first set of exams, Sylvia snuck some wine coolers into our dorm and the two of finished two six packs of them by ourselves. It was my first taste of alcohol and wine coolers are so nice and sugary that I just drank one after another until they were gone.
Waking up at three in the morning in college after wetting the bed was humiliating for me. Sylvia was nice about it, but she still teased me gently. Aside from that wetting, I think I wet my bed when I was in second grade once because I had soda before bed. I had gotten a spanking after that accident. So I had a good record when it came to bedwetting. However, wearing diapers allowed me to get lazy and I think I did something bad to myself.
I got out of bed and stood there looking at the puddle in the middle of the bed. I wore only my wet sleeper and the wet panties I had on underneath. I sighed. I started stripping the bed. I thanked God for small wonders that Violet had left the plastic sheet on the bed. I sopped up the puddle with the dry portions of the sheets and then threw the bundle in a pile on the floor. I looked down at the sleeper and then took it off and dropped it into the pile. I had no idea how I was going to hide this from Violet. I guess it would be my first job as Violet’s maid.
I picked up the bundle and opened my door. Violet was on the other side of the hall coming out of her room. “Beth, what are you doing?”
I froze as Violet closed the distance to me.
She looked past me to the bed and she probably couldn’t help but notice the wet sheets in my arms.
“Did you wet the bed?”
I nodded. “I couldn’t help it,” I said. “Don’t spank me.”
“Well, Beth,” she said. “Let’s not worry about the sheets right now. Instead let’s get dressed for the day.”
I was wearing only my peed in panties. I never would walk around in front of Sylvia like that. In front of Peter, I always wore a negligee or a teddy, but never just in a pair of panties, especially not a peed in pair. I let Violet take the sheets and throw them on back on the bed.
She led me to the bathroom. “Take a nice shower and I will get you some clothes. I did promise to take you to buy underwear.”
“Even though I wet the bed?” I asked. “I thought you would punish me.”
“Just get cleaned up. We’ll discuss the bedwetting later.”
I took a long shower and cleaned myself. I didn’t want the shower to end, because I dreaded the horrible punishment I would receive from Violet afterward. Finally, I couldn’t poke around in there any longer. I had already shaved my legs and underarms, washed and conditioned my hair, and scrubbed every inch of my body until it was pink. Finally I had to turn off the water.
My clothes were neatly laid out on the toilet. I dried off and then took the plain white panties and put them on. I then put on the Sponge Bob shirt and jeans she had laid out. There were no socks and no shoes, so I finally came out of the bathroom fully dressed.
“I’m ready to discuss the bedwetting,” I said. I was nervous, and held my hands together in front of me.
“We don’t have to talk about it immediately,” she said. “Let’s sit down in the living room and talk about it.”
I followed her down the stairs. My blanket with the toys on it was gone. They were probably put away, just like the LidLok on the toilet and the bath toys that had disappeared. We sat on the couch and she sat beside me.
“So what happened?” she asked.
“I’ve been waking up in a wet diaper the past couple weeks,” I said.
Violet got a sad look on her face and then looked at me. “Oh,” she said. “It’s probably my fault then. I’ve been babying you to make myself happy and I didn’t think of the physical consequences to you.”
“You mean that you aren’t going to punish me?” I was astonished.
“No, I am not. However, we still have to wash your wet things.” She looked me in the eyes and said, “Beth, do you mind terribly if we went back to diapers for the nighttime until you are able to make it through the night without wetting?”
I did feel safer in diapers and although I wanted my adulthood back, I couldn’t help feeling incomplete without the diapers. “Yes, mommy,” I said. “I am willing to wear diapers to bed again.”
She gave me a hug. “I’ll try to make it up to you the way I treated you.” She smiled. “Let’s get you some underwear. You really can’t survive on three pairs of panties.”I did a mental inventory. There was the pair I wet last night outside the door, the pair I wet in bed, and the pair I had on now. That meant that I had no underwear left. I wondered if I wet now, I would be put back in diapers for the day.
“Let’s go then,” she said. She then looked down at my feet. “Oh. Shoes. Yours are still wet from the washing machine, so let me get you something else.” She left me and returned with a pair of flip-flops. They were pink and had pink sequins on the cloth part. She also brought my pink headband and put it in my hair.
“Your hair is starting to grow out a bit more. It’s not enough to make pigtails, but it is growing longer.” It was true. I had about four inches of hair and Violet had been trying to comb it into as girly style as she could. It still went all over the place and those headbands we bought on our first shopping excursion had come in handy. I slipped on the flip flops and we went to the mall.
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The mall had the same few stores, but I didn’t care. It was the mall. It would be fun as long as I didn’t have to go to Hot Topic. However, as soon as we got to the mall, I announced that I had to pee.
'“Didn’t you just go at home?” asked Violet.
I had gone in the shower, but I didn’t want to tell Violet I had such a gross habit. “I did go at home, but I have to go again.”
“Okay, let’s go then.” She led me toward the bathrooms. Of course when we got there all the stalls were taken.
I put my hand in my crotch and rocked while I waited for another stall.
“Why are you so desperate?” she asked.
“I’m going to have an accident,” I said. Fortunately, someone came out of a stall and I managed to hobble in there and get my pants down. I was surprised that I had made it to the toilet.
Violet managed to get a stall next to mine and she did her business while I examined my panties. They weren’t wet, but it would have been a matter of seconds before I started flooding. I wondered what was going on. I didn’t really pee that much though.
I came out and washed my hands. Violet joined me. “I’m sorry for that childish display,” I said.
“Do you have trouble holding if for long?” asked Violet. Everytime she’d seen me, I had been either in diapers or on the verge of an accident.
“I used to be able to hold it an hour or two,” I said. “It seems like the last couple days I’ve had to go every half an hour. When I was in diapers I just relaxed when I got the slightest urge, so I didn’t bother trying to hold it.”
“It’s good I am letting you out of diapers now,” she said. “A few more months and you might have had to wear diapers permanently.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your bladder is just a little weaker now. That is probably why you are wetting the bed too. That’s why it is important for you to try to wear panties.”We left and went to Victoria’s secret. Violet selected several things for me. It was more than just pushup bras and matching panties. She even bought me a pair of adult pajamas. I had a feeling that sleepers would be a thing of the past.
We finished shopping and we left the store with little pink striped bags. As we were walking through the mall, we came across a watch place. Violet stopped and we looked at watches for a few minutes.
“I’m getting you a watch,” she said.
“Okay.” I didn’t really have or wear a watch and I hadn’t since before college. In college I had a cell phone, so really didn’t need a watch and then Peter had told me I didn’t need a watch because there was a clock on the stove. As Violet’s baby, I didn’t have a watch because I really had no set schedule. I just did what Violet had me do.She selected a digital watch and asked the guy at the watch counter about alarms and stuff. I didn’t really pay attention and I was disappointed by Violet’s suggestion.
However she had something in mind. We went to the food court and she let me select the place to eat. I looked around and saw the Hardees. I had loved the food there, but I shuddered at the thought of pooping in my panties. I knew I would be able to go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t shake the memories. Cold Stone was a no. I was on the toilet the whole afternoon from the ice cream and didn’t want to deal with that. McDonalds was a big no. I did not want another Happy Meal. That just left the Chinese place and Sbarro Pizza.
“Sbarros,” I said.
“That sounds like a plan,” said Violet.
We got our pizza and sat down at a table and Violet started playing with the settings on my new watch. I ate in silence, wondering what she had planned.
“I set your watch for every thirty minutes,” she said. “It should beep and then that should tell you when to go to the bathroom. We’ll make the time longer each time and find a happy medium between accidents and not building your bladder muscles.” She took my arm and slipped the watch on me.
“Okay,” I said. “What if it doesn’t beep when I am desperate or it beeps when we are in the car or something?”
“Beth, it’s not a perfect system, but you do need to be able to hold it longer again.”
“Okay,” I said. “I will try my best.”
“That’s all I ask.” We left the mall.
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It was good to be home again. However, I felt miserable. I could only use the toilet when my watch beeped and that meant crossing my legs with desperation waiting until
the next beep. It was awful.
However, Jeff came home. He looked at me and smiled. “We got a lot to talk about tonight.”
“Oh,” I asked. I knew he was going to talk to me about how they were kicking me out because Violet was going to have a real baby.
“We got to talk about what you want to do next,” he said. “Come in my office.”
I entered and then Violet came in and sat with us. Jeff pulled out a folder and spread some stuff out for me. It was a statement for my restitution payment plan and there
was also a check laying there. I looked it over, but I wasn’t sure what I was looking at.
“You owed us 25 thousand,” he said. “However, you have been with us for about six months already and in that time you have earned money working for us.”I wasn’t sure how much work I had done. I also wasn’t sure how six months could have gone by while I was just acting like a baby for Violet. “How much do I have left,” I asked. I wondered if I could get a job and make back enough to pay them the rest.
“Well, your insurance company settled and gave you a check for eleven thousand,” he said. “That’s unfortunately all you get from a totaled brand new car. I didn’t know your car was paid for until the insurance company sent you the money.” He tapped into the calculator. “At the rate of pay Violet and I set for you, you have paid us off. In fact you have 13 hundred left.”
“So what do you want me to do next?” I asked. I was free. I didn’t owe anyone anything, but I really had no place to go. I needed to be taken care of. I couldn’t get a real job.
“You can do whatever you wish now,” he said.
“We loved having you here, Beth,” said Violet.
I felt scared a bit and felt my pants suddenly get warm. I looked down and realized that I was peeing myself. Jeff and Violet both noticed right away. Violet got up and just walked out. Jeff looked at me with pity.
“I’m sorry,” I said. Just then my watch beeped.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We will make it up to you.”
Just then Violet came back with a towel and had me stand up so she could wipe the puddle from my chair. I was about to go to the bathroom to clean up, but she put her hand on my shoulder. “This is important. We want to make sure you have a good start.”
I just sat in my wet pants as I was told what was expected of me.
Jeff ignored my wet crotch. “We think you ought to go back to school and finish your degree. You can stay with us until classes start in the fall and you can come stay with us for all your breaks.”
“Jeff and I will cosign for you on your student loans,” said Violet.
“Do you want me to go to college?” I asked.
“We want you to do whatever you want, but Violet and I wanted to give you that option.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Now let’s fill out these forms,” said Jeff.
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Forms were filled out and soon I would be going to college. Violet helped me upstairs where I took a much needed bath. I put on a new pair of panties and my pink shorts
and sat on the couch reading.
Jeff smiled at me. “Don’t worry. You have a few months to get your bladder under control. Violet told me you got a bit too used to having diapers and you need time to learn how to be without them.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I am really embarrassed about this.”
“Well, don’t let it bother you. You really helped Violet and we want the best for you. You are our daughter and we really care for you.”
“Thanks, Jeff,” I said. “I never felt so loved as when I was Violet’s baby.” My watch beeped and I excused myself to use the restroom.
When I returned, Violet came to me. “It’s late. Do you want to go to bed?”
I nodded.
“I get you a diaper and then you can put on your new pajamas.”
I looked at her confused for a second. “I don’t know how to put on a diaper. Will you please help me, Mommy.”
“Of course I will,” said Violet. She took me to my room and I sat on the bed. I got undressed and lay back as Violet powdered and diapered me. She helped me get my jammies on and then tucked me in bed.
“Thanks, Mommy,” I said.
“I love you. Have pleasant dreams.” She turned off the light and closed the door, leaving me alone.
I lay back once again comfortable in my warm diaper. I laid back dreading my potty training that would take place the next couple of month until college started again and then wondered if I could hold it long enough to sit through a college class. I hoped I could because I would finish this time. I would still miss being taken care of. |
CHAPTER NINETEEN: POTTY TRAINING
Even though I had gotten to enjoy the baby treatment, it had still been humiliating to have to wear and mess diapers. When it started, I thought I would never be more humiliated. I never guessed that I would need potty training and how humiliating that would be.
My bladder was so weak, that I almost constantly had an urgent need to pee. It was awful. At Violet’s house, I could make it to the toilet almost every time, but now we had left for Violet’s editor.
“Be good while I have my meeting,” she said and left me in the waiting room. I groaned and then sat on the leather couch and began to read my book. Violet went into the editor’s office.
“May I get you some water?” the receptionist asked.
“Yes, please,” I said.
She gave me a bottled water and then I sipped on it as I read. Before I knew it, the water was gone. Since having my panties back, I had realized that drinking liquids makes it even harder to hold it and I probably should have passed on the water, but I hadn’t.
What made regaining bladder control difficult was that I felt I had to pee and then fifteen minutes later, I wet myself. If I did make it to the toilet, I would have another fifteen minutes before I started feeling the need to go, so I could only hold it thirty minutes on the day I first started potty training. I had to extend the time to two hours and I wasn’t making very good progress. I had only set the alarm on my watch to give me thirty-five minutes between bathroom trips.
I had to go badly by that time and I looked at the watch. I had two minutes left. I had to hold it longer and longer to strengthen my bladder or I would never regain any useful control. Some of the classes in college were an hour and a half and I couldn’t just slip out of a lecture two times to go pee. I needed to make progress, so I just suffered and crossed my legs and tried to read.
After the final two minutes ended, I heard a beep. I got up and walked to the bathroom, but it was hard. I was in a public place and didn’t want to hold myself, but my bladder was about to burst. Once in the ladies room, I put a hand between my legs and almost hobbled into a stall. Before I could even get my belt unbuckled, the dam broke and pee started flooding out.
I said earlier that I can’t stop peeing once I start and I peed until I was empty. In my pants. In public. It wouldn’t be so bad if it were not Violet’s editor’s office, but it was. I sat down on the toilet, with my pants still up, and cried. If Violet hadn’t gotten pregnant, I would be in a nice wet diaper and my pants would be dry. I couldn’t walk out like I was and I couldn’t change because my clothes were in the car.
I don’t know how long I sat in the stall before Violet came in. “Beth, are you in there,” she asked.
I stepped out of the stall and let her see my wet pants. “I didn’t make it,” I said. “I hated to do this at your work. I told you that you should have put me in a diaper before leaving the house.”
Violet looked at me. I was sure she was studying the pee stain that must have covered my butt and the insides of my legs. Diapers weren’t really that embarrassing. They are a whole lot less noticeable than wet pants. “That change of clothes in your diaper bag would have come in handy,” she said. She pointed to the puddle on the floor. “Wipe up the mess you made and then get undressed. I have an idea.” She then left me there.
I got some paper towels from the sink area and then soaked up the pee puddle and then threw the paper towels away. I then went back into the stall and peeled off my blue jeans and orange panties and then sat on the toilet and waited. I didn’t have to wait long before Violet came back. She carried a duffle bag. She opened the stall door and tossed me a few items. One was a blue skirt and when I went to pull it on, discovered that it had panties built into it almost like a cheerleader’s skirt. I pulled it on and then took off my shirt to pull on the white cammie. Both the skirt and the cammie were a couple sizes too large for me and I was worried about how short the skirt was and wondered if it was inappropriate attire for Violet’s office but it was better than peed in jeans. I folded my wet jeans and then rolled them up with the panties tucked in one of the pockets and then came out of the stall.
Violet was gone, but then she emerged from the next stall dressed similarly to myself. She took my wet bundle and stuffed it in the duffle and smiled at me. “Let’s go,” she said.
I followed her out the door and into the lobby. At the same time, I wondered why she had changed her clothes too. She hadn’t peed her pants.
“Oh, you changed,” said the receptionist. She smiled at Violet. “Are you finally going to start playing again?”
“Yep,” she said. “My niece finally noticed the tennis courts in the park and begged me to stop and let her play. She hasn’t been on the courts since before she broke her arms.”
I nodded.
“Well, have fun,” said the receptionist. “It’s too nice a day. I wish I could go out with you.”
“Bye,” said Violet.
I waved.
She led me out the door and to the parking lot. However, when we went to the car, she just went to the trunk and opened it to throw in the duffle bag. She then reached into the trunk and pulled out some tennis rackets. “Jeff won’t mind if you use his racket,” she said and handed me one. We then walked across the street to the park.I hadn’t played tennis in awhile and I was concerned about playing with Violet since she was pregnant. However, she led me to the court and then smiled at me as we walked in.
“Are you sure you can play while pregnant?” I asked.
“It’s my first trimester. It will be okay.” She walked around the net. “Besides,” she told me, “the receptionist assumed we changed because we were playing tennis.”I frowned. “As opposed to me wetting my pants.” I looked at Violet with a pleading look. “Will you please put me back in diapers when we get home?” I asked. “I hate this.”
“Do you want to wear diapers to college? I won’t be there to change you.” Violet stepped back and got ready to serve.
“No, I don’t want to wear diapers to college.” I said as I walked backward to a good position on the court. I held up my racket and waited for Violet’s serve.In the end, Violet beat for two sets. We didn’t even bother playing the third. “You’re good,” I said.
“Played for all four years of college,” she said. She was sweating as we walked to the car. “I was there during the time they made sports a requirement for girls so they could comply with Title IX stuff. They could spend a whole lot on a few guys playing football if they had a sport for every girl to participate in.”
“They didn’t require sports at my college,” I said, but then I realized I really had to pee. I looked at my watch and it had 25 minutes left. I had missed my last bathroom trip by ten minutes. Now it was urgent. “Violet, I really have to pee?” I said.
We walked to the bathrooms, but there was a sign saying they were out of order. Violet tried the door. They were locked.
I crossed my legs and tears filled my eyes. “What am I going to do?”
“Just squat and go,” she said.
“And wet your skirt?” I asked.
“It will wash,” she said.
I was going to wet my pants anyway, so I just squatted down and peed through the panties of the skirt while Violet rubbed my shoulders. Soon I was done and we walked back to the car.
We got in the car and started driving home. I fingered the towel I was sitting on and then looked at Violet again. “Mommy, I need to wear diapers again. I hate these accidents and I keep wetting my panties all the time.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s tough after you’ve relied on diapers for so long. However, if I put you back in diapers and you wet whenever you feel like it, then you will never regain your bladder control.”
I looked at my watch and then thought for a little bit. Suddenly I knew what to argue. “What if I try to keep my diaper dry? I’ll just wet when my watch tells me I can. If I have an accident and wet earlier, then it will be less messy.”
Violet didn’t say anything for a few minutes and we rode in silence. As we were about a mile from the house, she said, “I think I made a mistake of trying to potty train you like an adult. Let me see if I can get what I need in your size. Until then, I guess we can put you back in diapers.”
I smiled when I learned I had achieved a victory.
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“Beth, why are you back in diapers?” asked Jeff. He seemed annoyed and a little embarrassed at how I was dressed. As a baby I normally didn’t sit around in just a diaper or a t-shirt.
I tugged at the hem of my shirt. “I’ve been having accidents today and I begged Violet to put me back in diapers,” I said. I returned to reading my book.
He sat down next to me and took the book. He set the book aside and looked at me. “Beth, you need to try harder. You got to regain your bladder control to go to college unless you want to wear diapers to class.”
I wondered what everyone would think of a college girl who needed diapers. I was sure I’d be made fun of. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stop wearing diapers cold turkey. Violet said she was going to try something else to potty train me.”
He took my book and was about to hand it back to me. “You can get out of diapers eventually. You helped Violet become herself again and I thought that was impossible.” He handed my book back. “Now a new episode of our favorite show is on tonight, so let’s go watch it after dinner.”
“Cool,” I said.
###
It had been three days since the tennis court incident, and I had worn diapers since then. I was sitting on the couch when my watch beeped. I smiled and relaxed, letting my diaper start to feel warm when the doorbell rang.
Violet walked out of her office and scowled at me when she passed and answered the door. I quickly threw a blanket over myself and looked up to see who was at the door. It was a UPS guy and he had a package with him. Violet signed for the package and then she closed the door.
“So what did you order?” I asked.
She set the box on the coffee table. “It’s special underwear for you.” She tore open the box and pulled out some items. I looked at them closely. It looked like ten pairs of panties that looked like they were made out of towels and then she pulled out five panties made of plastic. “These will do nicely,” she said.
“Those are baby training pants and covers,” I said. “Where did you get them in my size?”
She took a pair of the panties and a set of the plastic pants. “They have everything on the Internet.” She took my hand. “Now let’s get you out of that wet diaper and start potty training you.”
She took me to my room and I lay on the floor. She cleaned me pretty nicely and I smiled at her. However, once the diaper was off, she pulled me to my feet and handed me the training pants. It was like granny panties, but they were made from a towel. I pulled them on and they felt so soft. Then she pulled on the plastic pants. Those were different. They had elastic at the legs and the waist. The leg bands felt a bit tight and I yanked at them.
“Stop touching yourself,” she said.
“But,” I started to say. The plastic of the pants touched against my skin where the training pants didn’t cover and plastic doesn’t feel good against the skin.
She turned and opened my closet. “What do you want to wear, pants or a skirt?”
“A skirt, I guess,” I said.
She of course picked the pink short skirt. She tossed it to me and I pulled it on. At least it matched the pink of the plastic pants.
After sitting downstairs for a while, I started to sweat. The plastic pants just held the heat against my skin and I was uncomfortable.
“Violet,” I said, “I’m hot and sweaty in these.” I pointed at the plastic pants. “Can I please have my diapers back?”
“No, we are potty training you.”
My watch beeped again and I realized I had to pee really bad, but I didn’t care.
“Beth, it’s time to use the toilet.”
“No,” I said. I wanted my diapers back. Violet cared for me when I was in diapers. Now she was being mean. Maybe if I kept having accidents, Violet would be forced to diaper me. I relaxed and wet myself.
“Beth, stop,” she said, but it was too late. I couldn’t stop until my bladder was empty.
Wetting in training pants with plastic pants over them is not like wetting a diaper. The panties soaked up some of the pee, but most of it pooled in the crotch of the plastic pants.
Violet pulled up my skirt and looked at the pee in the bottom of my plastic pants. She glared at me. “I know you did that on purpose. I should give you a spanking.”I started to cry. I was being a brat and I had crossed the line. This was where the beatings would begin. I still had to beg. “I’m sorry,” I said. I turned around and bent down to grab my ankles. I closed my eyes.
Violet touched my shoulder gently and pulled me to a standing position. “You seem used to spankings,” she said. “Come on.” She led me to the kitchen and had me sit in one of the chairs. Of course the puddle washed over a different area of my crotch.
“Is there anything I can do to make potty training easier for you?” she asked. “You’ve been miserable since you’ve been out of diapers. The only time I’ve seen you happy is the last couple of days.”
“I feel loved when I am diapered. You just yell at me whenever I either had to wear panties or with this torture device.” I pointed down to my plastic pants. They were getting hot and it was pretty humid in there with all the pee I was sitting in.
I looked her in the face. “I know I deserve a spanking for wetting on purpose, but I’ve really gotten used to being your baby and no one hits a diapered baby. I guess I don’t want to give up the diapers because I know the beatings will continue.” I started to cry.
Violet pulled me closer to her and gave me a hug. She rubbed my back while I cried. “No one is going to hit you, baby. Don’t cry.”
It took a few minutes for me to get back under control and then Violet and I talked for a while as I told her my fears and everything that bothered me.
“Thanks for reassuring me, mommy,” I said. “I am ready to have my diaper change.”
“Beth baby, we still need to get you potty trained. I’m still your mommy, but I need you to try to be a big girl for me. Besides, you don’t want to wear diapers to school, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” I said. “I still want to be your baby though and these plastic pants are hot and I’m sitting in a pool of pee.”
“Yeah, let’s get you some new underpants on and we’ll try potty training again,” she said.
###
I hobbled into the bathroom at the mall and came to a stop right in front of the stall. “Dammit,” I said. Pee soaked my training pants, but the plastic pants kept it from staining my light blue pants. That would have been obvious.
“What’s wrong? Why did you stop?” Violet gave me a concerned look. I had made it to the toilet most of the time at home, but when we went out, I had an accident at least two out of three times. It was humiliating. The watch Violet gave me had worked toward strengthening my bladder, but it did so at the cost of my dignity.
“What do you think?” I asked. “I had another accident. I am never going to make it to be accident free before school starts.”
“Nonsense,” said Violet. “It’s been only two months and you have been able to go for over an hour between bathroom visits.”
I looked at my watch. It was counting down from an hour and fifteen minutes and I could usually handle that without an accident. Usually. Not when my watch beeped on the other side of the mall and the bathroom was closed for cleaning. If truth be known, if I was actually at college I wouldn’t have waited past the need to go until my watch beeped. I was not going to be courting accidents to that extent. I just wanted to get through class and maybe sip a soda like I usually did.
But college was another six weeks away. I still had another month with Violet before I was going to move out and then I would spend the two weeks before college settling in to my new apartment, if I could find one. I couldn’t afford much. I knew I didn’t want to live in the dorms, since I still couldn’t master the bedwetting.
“Do we have my diaper bag in the car?” I asked Violet.
“No, we don’t,” she said. “Just try to go to the bathroom and clean yourself.”
I went in and all I could really do is dump the pools of pee from the inside of my plastic pants and wipe them with toilet paper. I pulled back up my wet training pants and then pulled the now dried plastic pants back up and then rearranged my clothing. I felt uncomfortable. The pee in the training pants had time to cool and I knew from experience that I would have to sit in the hot car and sweat. Sweating was much worse in wet panties than in dry and I would have a miserable time until we got home. I came out of the stall and Violet looked at me.
“We got to go to Barnes and Noble next,” said Violet. “I promised I would pick up some of Jeff’s shopping.”
“Can’t we go home?” I asked. “I’m uncomfortable.”
“I think that is a good motivator for you to learn to control yourself,” said Violet.
I sighed and followed her out of the ladies room. We walked toward the book store, a place I normally loved to go, but I rather wanted to put on dry pants a little more.We were halfway there when we Sylvia came up to me. “Hi, Beth. Are you okay?”
“Sylvia!” I said and gave her a hug. I turned to Violet. “This is my old roommate Sylvia.”
“Nice to meet, you. I am Violet.” She put her hand out, but Sylvia ignored it.
“Oh, you are the one who is using Beth. I am not happy about how you are treating her.”
“Stop,” I said. “Violet treats me fine.”
She lowered her voice. “She has you wearing diapers and threatening that she will send you to jail if you don’t agree.”
“It’s not like that,” I said.
Violet looked at me. “Your friend knows about this?” She looked at Sylvia. “Let’s get a bite to eat in the food court and I try to explain.” She took my hand and we went to eat.
###
“...and so we are sending Beth to college in the fall to complete her education. She has been wonderful to me and I really love her and want to make it up to her.”
Sylvia looked a little placated. Violet had admitted she had used me and I was vulnerable since I only truly felt love while diapered and associated the two.
“I’d want to take her home with me and I’ll make sure no one hurts her,” said Sylvia. “I believe your story, but I think she is safer living with me. I have an extra room and live near the college.”
Violet looked at me. A tear ran down her cheek. However, she didn’t waver when she spoke. “I don’t know that making her live with you is better than her staying with me. I am working on getting her ready for school again. She has a little problem we have yet to overcome and we need another month. However, by then she will start school.”
They were both arguing over me like I wasn’t there. My crotch and hips and everything under my plastic pants were hot and the peed in panties against my skin didn’t help. I wanted to go home and have a bath. However Violet added something important to the conversation.
“Maybe we should find out what Beth wants.” Both women looked at me.
“Um,” I started to say. I loved both Sylvia and Violet, but I thought Violet had a better chance of making sure I strengthened my bladder before college. I looked at Sylvia. “I really miss living with you, but I need to stay with Jeff and Violet a little longer. Can I wait to move in with you on the first of August? I need a place to stay during college, if you have room for me.”
“Of course I have room for you,” said Sylvia. “I’ll be working during the day, but my apartment is a two bedroom and I have plenty of room for you. I wish you could stay earlier though.”
“I can’t,” I said. “I need to enjoy the little bit of time I have left with my mommy before I go live with you. I’ll be safe. I never have felt unsafe with them.”
“She’s like my daughter,” said Violet. She looked at Sylvia. “I want you to keep her safe. I only found out a few weeks ago, but Beth’s old boyfriend hit her. I want you to make sure she stays away from people like that.”
Sylvia’s lips curled. “That won’t be a problem.”
My watch beeped and I got up and walked toward the food court bathrooms. Sylvia followed me. I went in and used the stall and peed in the toilet. Something was going right at least.”
“Did that woman let you stop wearing diapers?” asked Sylvia when I came out of the bathroom.
“Yeah,” I said. “My bladder is a little weaker now but we’ve spent the last two months with bladder strengthening exercises.”
“What is that?” she asked.
I explained. She was angry at Violet again, but I calmed her and said it was all right. She squeezed me into a hug and we then left the bathroom to rejoin Violet.
###
By the time Violet and I left the mall and got home, I was cranky. I had sat in wet panties for over three hours and wanted nothing more than a bath and a change. We got home and I got my bath, but when it was over, she got a diaper.
“Why a diaper?” I asked.
“It’s time for a nap, you are being crabby.”
It was true, but I’d had a tired day. I was ready to sleep.
###
I hurried into the restroom and pulled down my jeans and thick training pants and sat down and peed. I looked at the watch. It had been two and a half hours since I last peed and that was with all the soda I was sucking down in the restaurant. I was doing better than when I started to live with Violet.
I returned to our table and Jeff smiled at me. “Our house is going to be so empty without you. I will have no one to discuss books with or watch fantasy shows on HBO.”Violet smiled. Her belly was a lot rounder since she was almost halfway through her pregnancy.
“Oh, I think your house is going to fill up before you notice,” I said. “Violet is a wonderful mommy and I think any baby would be lucky to be with you two.”
“Thank you, Beth,” said Violet. “We will both miss you so much.”
“Well, I’ll be back for Thanksgiving,” I said. “And Christmas.”
“You better,” said Jeff.
We celebrated a bit more before we finally went home. The next day was moving day. |
CHAPTER TWENTY: THE CLOCK STARTS AND BETH MOVES OUT
“Wake up, Beth,” said Violet.
I sat up a little in bed, and saw Violet. She smiled at me. “Is it time to move yet?”
“Not yet. We got a busy day. First we got to go to the Luther’s for the meeting and then we have to get you some school supplies. We have a busy day, so hurry and take your shower.”
I showered and then put on some clean training pants. I was about to go back to my room and get dressed when Violet met me. She held a diaper in her hands.“I’m hurrying,” I said.
“The Luthers still think you are brain damaged,” she said. “One last day in diapers won’t hurt. Just lie on the bed.”
I lay on the bed and let Violet diaper me. It might be my last time to ever be diapered by Violet, so I lay down and closed my eyes and let her change me.
I sat up and groaned when I saw my outfit. It was the light blue overalls. I hated the overalls. Without my Victoria’s Secret pushup bras, I looked pretty flat with overalls. However, I was going to be her baby one last day and I had to make it work.
I grabbed my diaper bag and put my book inside and we went out to the car to see the Luthers.
###
The path up to the house was short, but Mrs Luther opened the door and smiled at me. “Hi, Beth,” she said. I gave a halfhearted wave.
“Oh, you understand me,” she said. “Can you say hi?”
I just looked at her.
“Beth is still non-verbal, but the doctor helped her make her needs known,” said Violet. “She can let me know if she needs a clean diaper or if she is hungry.”
“I bet that is nice,” she said.
I ignored her and we went into the house.
“Lillie is not here yet,” Mrs. Luther said. “Do you think Beth can sit still until snacks?”
“I think Beth can control herself a little bit,” said Violet. She sat me down on the floor and took a seat on the couch behind me. The boring meeting began.
I spent my time looking at the clock. It was still stuck at 9:30, but that was far too late as it was still morning. I frowned. The stupid clock just sat there without moving. It was my last day at the Luther’s house, but I was not going to leave until I wound the clock. Acting like a toddler was bad because no adult would sit by and let me wind it.The women droned on and on about this and that. Then soon the topic of the conversation drifted to me. “You’ll have your hands full with the new baby and Beth. Are you ready to have two in diapers?”
Violet smiled. “I’m trying to potty train Beth.”
“How’s that working? Can she even learn anything?”
Violet’s smile left her. “Well actually, it seems I have set her back a bit in her healing process. The doctor suggested a special school for her, so she might be able to function at a higher level. She said a few words so far, and we think she might regain some function.”
“So where is the school?” one of the ladies asked.
Violet gave a town name and then got a sad look on her face. “Jeff and I are going to take her there tonight. I sure will miss her.”
“Beth, are you looking forward to school?” asked Mabel. I looked at her and smiled. Then I proceeded to wet my diaper. It had been two and a half hours, so I thought I had been doing well.
“Well let’s get some refreshments,” said Mrs. Luther. Everyone filed out of the living room toward the kitchen. I remained seated in front of the couch.
Now was my chance. I crawled toward the clock and opened the door. The three weights were in the bottom of the clock. I stood and then pulled the chain on the first clock until the weight came to the top of the clock. Then I pulled the next chain up and I got the third pulled to the top without incident. Finally, I gave the pendulum a little push and the clock started tic-tocking.
I winced as the clock struck 9:30. Someone was bound to hear. I had little time to set the time and I opened the door on the clock face and started turning the hands.Everytime I passed a strike point, the clock chimed and I waited, but finally got it set at 11:55 just as Mrs. Luther came in.
“Oh, Beth, the clock is not a toy.” She came up to me and pulled me back gently and then shut the doors on the clock face and the door underneath where you wind it.
“My husband built that clock before he died. It stopped working a while back, but I’m going to have it fixed some day.” She took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen.
“What happened, April?” asked Mabel.
“Beth was trying to get into the clock again. She is fascinated by it. Every time she is here, I have to keep her from it.”
I was angry. I had just started the clock and it seemed to be running okay. Did the woman not know you have to wind a clock if you want it to work?
Violet walked from the hall from the bathroom. “I swear when you are pregnant, you have to go ever half hour. What’s all the excitement?”
“Beth was playing with the clock again.”
“She didn’t break it?” asked Violet.
“It’s been broken for two years,” said Mrs. Luther. “It broke the same week that Henry died.”
Suddenly the clock struck twelve. I looked at the digital clock on the VCR and it said twelve as well.
Mabel and Mrs. Luther both turned to look at the clock. “Well maybe she jarred something that had stopped the clock,” said Mabel.“That’s probably it,” said Mrs. Luther. “Well let’s have refreshments.”
Violet glared at me. “What did you do to that clock?” she whispered.
“I just wound it and set it to the correct time,” I said.
“Well, don’t do anything else miraculous today.”
“Sure,” I said.
We entered the kitchen and Violet gave me my milk and cookie. I sat by myself and ate it while Violet gossiped with the ladies.
###
“Beth,” said a familiar voice. I looked and saw it was Lillie. She was smiling. “I get to see you once more, sweetie. Aunt Mabel tells me you are going away to a school for handicap people.”
I just ate my cookie.
“Well let’s go to the bedroom while the boring ladies have their meeting,” she said.
I followed her into the bedroom. I hoped she would read Hunger Games, but she had some sappy book about a vampire high school. I frowned when she started to read it. It was almost worse than Twilight. For one it was like jumping on the bandwagon of vampire books and for another it was bad. At least the writing was better. However, I was bored and saw her open bag with the Hunger Games book on top. I reached for the bag and dumped the contents out accidently. Aside from the book was a purple diaper and a plastic bag, along with a few notebooks and another book in her Vampire series.
“Beth, you made a mess,” she said. She started to pick up the stuff from her bag. I reached for the Hunger Games book and held it as I watched her pack her bag. She picked up the plastic bag and started to put it away when I realized that there was a used wet diaper in it. I certainly hadn’t worn that diaper. While she was bending down, her shirt rode up a bit and I saw a thin outline of purple above the waistline of her jeans. Lillie was wearing a diaper. I just had to figure out how to use that to my advantage.
I picked up the Vampire book and put it in the bag and handed her the Hunger Games book.
Lillie sighed, but she opened to the spot that she had left off earlier and read to me until time to go.
###
“Beth,” said Sylvia as soon as she saw me at her door. She squeezed me into a hug and I almost wet my thick training pants from the pressure. She released me before I had an accident and then let me go as she saw Jeff and Violet coming up the stairs with some boxes.
“Beth, we got a few more boxes in the car,” said Violet. “We’ll get you settled in,” she said.
“Well, let me show you your room,” said Sylvia. She led me back down the hallway to a bedroom and opened the door. I peered inside. The room was furnished, but simple. My bed was there from when Sylvia and I were roommates and so was my dresser. She also added a desk and a chair.
“Wow, you kept my bed,” I said. I looked at the position of the furniture and smiled at her. “May I please move the bed against the wall?”
Violet started to look embarrassed, but Sylvia smiled. “Of course. You were always weird about that. Let’s move things.” Together we pushed the bed the couple of feet away toward the wall.
Jeff had opened my box and was hanging my clothes in the closet and Violet was stocking my dresser drawers with my other clothes. I just stood there, helpless, because Violet was still treating me like a child. However, since all my clothes were the ones Violet had bought for me, that didn’t take long.
Sylvia smiled and I turned to her. “Do you still have all those Xena episodes you recorded? I remember we had so much fun watching them.”
Sylvia smiled. “Not anymore. I don’t even have a VCR anymore. Got Xena on DVD though. I like that better because the captioning actually works.”
“Cool,” I said.
Jeff and Violet came back up the stairs with the remaining two boxes. “Where do you want your supplies?” asked Violet.
I felt my face get warm. “Put them on the floor of my closet.”
“Okay, we got to go,” said Jeff. He smiled at me. “Thanks for staying with us.”
“Thanks for letting me live with you,” I said.
I waved goodbye as Jeff and Violet left me. Sylvia stood beside me and smiled.
“Supplies?” asked Sylvia. “She left you diapers, didn’t she?”
My face burned with embarrassment. “They are just for at night. Soon I won’t need them for that anymore.”
“Calm down,” she said. “No one is going to dictate your wardrobe. You can wear what you want. Peter’s not here to make you dress like a stripper and Violet is not here to make you dress like a baby.”
“I am a college student and will dress like that again,” I said.
She rubbed my head. “I kind of miss the long hair.”
“Me too,” I said, “but it is already starting to grow."
“Well, let’s put in a Xena DVD and relax for the rest of the evening."
“That sounds, fun,” I said. We took our seats on the couch and I felt like my life was slowly getting back together. I just needed a boyfriend. |
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE DATE
Sylvia was at work and I had a whole other week until classes started. During the previous days since I had moved in, I was catching up on Xena episodes. Today I was lazy. I slept until eleven and then just got out of bed and sat in front of the TV. I ate cereal for meals and didn’t even change out of last night’s diaper.
I was being disgusting and I knew it, but I wasn’t going anywhere and I was home by myself. I thought I would be dressed before Sylvia got home, but I kind of lost track of time.
“Beth, why aren’t you dressed?” She walked up to me and looked down. “Are you still in a wet diaper?”
“Um, I woke up wet. I’m not using the diaper during the day.”
“Well go change, and don’t wear those toddler panties you wear,” she said. “I’m tired of you sitting around being lazy all day. You need to do something more than sitting around the house. Have you even gotten your books yet?”
“I bought the books,” I said. “And why do you care what panties I wear anyway.”
“I am tired of you just sitting around here, so I set you up on a blind date. He will be here to pick you up in an hour, so get dressed.”
“A blind date? I can’t go on a date.”
“It’s too late to cancel. Go.” She pushed me toward the bathroom and I started getting undressed.
The t-shirt came off and so did my diaper. A quick look in the mirror showed me my short hair was matted against one side of my head where I slept on it. I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself. Since there was a date involved, I started shaving, being careful not to knick the backs of my knees. Once presentable I dried off, wrapped my towel around myself, and went to my room.
Sylvia was waiting for me with clothes on my bed. I saw the Victoria’s Secret stuff she had picked out for me and blushed, but put them on and then pulled on the black dress we had gotten at a trip to the mall earlier in the week. Once dressed, she started on my makeup.
It was amazing how different a little makeup makes you look and a quick look in the mirror showed that I looked my old self again.
“So tell me about this guy you are setting me up with. He won’t hit me, I hope?”
“He’d better not,” she said. “Actually this guy is very gentle. He’s also going to the medical school at the university. Don’t you want to date a doctor?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” A doctor. Well, he obviously wasn’t a doctor yet, but he would be someday. “I’m just not sure a doctor would want to date me.”
“Oh, of course a doctor would want to date you. Just make sure you don’t spend the night. You don’t want to pee on him.”
“Hey,” I said. “I’m starting to have dry nights. Soon, I will be out of diapers for good.”
“Not if you sit around in them until five o’clock in the evening.”
“I was being irresponsible, but I won’t do that anymore, I guess.”
The doorbell rang and Sylvia smiled. “He’s here.” We went to the door and when the Sylvia opened it, I smiled.
“Hi,” I said and looked at my date. It was Carlos from the medical supply store. The one where Violet bought my diapers and where I pretended to be brain damaged and incontinent. I hoped he wouldn’t recognize me with the makeup.
“Beth?” he asked.
“You two know each other?” asked Sylvia.
I turned and ran to my room and shut the door. I was humiliated. I lay face down on my bed and cried into my pillow.
###
I don’t know how long I lay there crying, but soon Sylvia opened the door and sat on the edge of my bed. “Don’t cry, Beth,” she said.
I sat up and sat beside her and looked down at my feet. “How could you set me up with him? You said he was a doctor. He really works at the place Violet bought my diapers from. He thinks I took a tumble from the balcony at my sorority and have brain damage and incontinence. I’ve never been so humiliated.”
“What about when you pooped yourself at the Tupperware meeting?”
“Not helping. Besides it was some women’s charity thing and not Tupperware.”
“Well Carlos and I talked a bit after you ran in your room and I told him you didn’t need diapers anymore and that you are starting classes again this semester.”
“That’s so much better,” I said with a sarcastic reply. “So how long did it take before he thought I was disgusting and left?”“He’s still in the living room waiting for me to get you.”
I looked at her with surprise. “I am not going on this date,” I said. “He knows about the diapers. I can’t live this down.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “Let’s fix your makeup.” She wiped my face with wipes and then began to apply my makeup again.I kept trying to say I couldn’t possibly date Carlos, that he wouldn’t want anything to do with me after the whole incontinence thing, but she just smiled again. “He likes you, I think.”
“I doubt that,” I said.
“Let’s go find out,” she said and dragged me out to the living room again.
I slowly walked out to the living room again.
“I think you two have a lot to talk about and you should do it on your date,” said Sylvia.
I looked at Carlos. “Do you really still want to go on this date?” I asked. “I mean the whole point of a blind date is to determine if the other person is undatable or not and you already know that.”
“I still want to go out with you tonight,” he said. “Even if the date doesn’t work out, the tickets to the symphony were $36.00 each and I really don’t want to let one ticket go to waste.” He reached down and gently took my hand and led me toward the door.
“Have fun,” said Sylvia. “Besides, I want the place to myself until at least midnight.”
I gave her my deer-in-headlights look as I was guided toward Carlos’s car.
“Nice Jaguar,” I said.
“It’s only a 92,” he said. When I am really a doctor I will have a new one.”
I sat down in the car and stared at my lap. A quick glance in the side view mirror confirmed that my face wasn’t as red as it felt, but the night was still young.
“There are so many things I want to ask you,” he said. “Your roommate said you never had brain damage. I saw the nasty mark on your head. I guessed you suffered a severe concussion at the very least. Is that why you are in diapers.”
I sighed. He was going to ask about this and I had to tell him. “I am not in diapers anymore.” I flipped my dress up a bit to prove I was wearing panties, black lacy Victoria’s Secret ones. “The reason I wore the diapers all the time is because of Violet.” I told him my story. By the time I finished, we arrived at the restaurant.
“So you’ve been out of diapers at least a month?” he asked.
“That sounds about right,” I said.
I let him lead me into the restaurant. We made small talk and he actually asked what I thought about things. It was exciting. I was a bit deprived media-wise, so any TV or movie related trivia since after I moved in with Peter was basically non-existent, but we talked about school and what I wanted to do.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked. “I know you said doctor, but are you specializing in anything?”
“I really want to be a brain surgeon. I want to heal injuries like you had--I mean like you pretended to have.”
“Now I feel awful lying to you,” I said.
“It’s fine. Just don’t lie to me again,” he said. “I know you’re still in diapers, at least part time.”
I looked at him shocked. “Did Sylvia tell you I was still bedwetting?” I hissed so my voice wouldn’t carry in the restaurant. “It’s becoming less and less frequent, I swear.”
“She didn’t have to tell me. Your babysitter, Lillie, stopped in this morning and bought some more supplies for you. She has been buying them frequent enough that you would have to be wearing them all the time.”
“What?” I asked.
“Lillie stopped in this morning and said Violet was busy and she sent her to the store to get some supplies for you.”
“But Lillie just watched me that one weekend when you stopped her from lifting my skirt. Are you saying she bought me more supplies? Violet left me with enough to wear one every night for the next three months. Why would Lillie be buying them?” So many things clicked into place. Lillie had been wearing diapers all the time since that weekend. The diapers she kept in her backpack, the time spent alone in her room, even the times she put them on from time to time. However she wasn’t wearing them every time, so that must mean that she doesn’t really need them. She’d been using my situation to cover for her own diaper buys.
“Yeah,” he said, “she even dragged a boyfriend with her. He just seemed embarrassed and just complained that she was spending all her time before college started babysitting ‘that retarded woman’ instead of hanging out with him.”I frowned. “I wasn’t playing the part of a retarded person.”
“I know,” he said. “Why else would she buy diapers if not for you?”
“I think she is wearing them herself,” I said. “That woman embarrassed me all over the place. She thought I was handicapped so I had to play along when she changed me in front of her boyfriend and outed me to the staff at Hot Topic. Violet was discreet and we only played up the handicapped angle when it was impossible to hide the fact that I wore diapers. I’d like to give her an embarrassing moment. Just tell her you know they are for her when she comes to buy them, preferably when her boyfriend is along.”
“We try not to embarrass people buying incontinent products at the store,” said Carlos. “I can’t just accuse her of buying them for herself.
“Sorry for getting you in the middle of this. I don’t suppose it is possible to forget all about the diapers and pretend all this stuff never happened. I thought you were cute the first time I saw you and it killed me that we met as I was being sized for incontinent products.”
He smiled at me. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Speaking of confessions, I thought you were beautiful when you walked in that day. It killed me when your aunt led me to believe you had the problems we thought you did.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I wish you would have seen me when I had hair. There was really real head injury that required stitches, so they shaved my head.” I gave a pouty frown.
He smiled and reached across the table and brushed my hair with a hand. “It’s starting to grow back.”
“I hope so,” I said.
“So what are you studying in college this year?”
“Electrical engineering,” I said. “I know, it’s pretty nerdy.” I smiled. “I almost would rather take history or English. I managed to get a creative writing course in this semester as an elective.”
“Nice. Do you like to write?”
“Well, when I was living as Violet’s baby, I could only do one adult thing and that was read novels. Her husband Jeff had a large collection of science fiction books and I grabbed onto those and read during every spare moment. I’ve read enough of them that I think I may be able to do better.” I smiled again. “I have taken physics classes, for example.”
“I actually have only read medical books the last couple of years.” He smiled.
We finished dinner and then drove to the concert hall. After the awkward diaper conversation in the restaurant, the date began to be a normal date. Well, not quite normal. It was still a first date, so I wasn’t yet called stupid or ugly, and I wasn’t hit when I made a mistake. Carlos was pretty gentle actually and so my expectations were based on my experiences with Peter.I had never been to a symphony before. Peter just listened to classic rock and nothing else was ever allowed on the radio. I used to listen to what I wanted when he wasn’t home, but stopped after forgetting to change the station back one day. There was actually live music and they played classical music. The music started to play and I let him put his arm around me while we listened to the orchestra.
After, we left in his car and I smiled. “You know Sylvia is going to want to know everything,” I said.
“Well, I’ll never kiss and tell,” he said.
“I don’t care about the telling,” I said. “Let’s work on the kissing.” I reached for him, but he guided me back in my seat.
“Let’s kiss at my place.”
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My head lay against Carlos’s chest as we lay in bed together. I really felt relaxed even though our love making was quite a workout.
“Let’s get some rest,” he said and reached toward the lamp. “Tomorrow I will make you breakfast in bed.”
I froze and then when I had my senses back I grabbed the arm he was reaching for the lamp with. “Um, Carlos, I need to get back home. Sylvia will be worried.”
“Just call Sylvia and tell her you are spending the night,” he suggested.
“Carlos, I--,” I started. “I wet the bed and need a diaper,” I whispered.
“You said you didn’t do it every night anymore,” he said.
“I don’t know ahead of time if tonight is one of the nights I wet,” I said. “I don’t want to pee on my new boyfriend.”
“Did you just call me your boyfriend?” He kissed me which caused us to make out until we were both worn out again.
I sat up and then got out of bed and started to pull on my clothes again. “So will you take me home?”
He took me by the waist and smiled. “Yes,” he said and gave me a kiss.
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It’s funny how a relationship blossomed from one blind date when I thought we’d never be together. However, I don’t think Carlos would have given me a second date if we hadn’t met during our unusual circumstances.
College is the time to grow in your life and try new things. However like anything, an education needs to be complete. I wonder how my life would have been different if I wouldn’t have dropped out of college to be with Peter. The whole relationship with him was a mistake, but if I could change it I don’t think I would. If I never learned the lessons from Peter, I would have graduated much earlier and never been around to meet Carlos. I wouldn’t change that for the world.
The diapers? Maybe I wouldn’t give that up either. Sometimes Carlos wants to relive how we first met, only it is he and not Violet that changes me. Besides, even though I promised that the bedwetting would go away, it still happens a couple times a week. At least he doesn’t mind that I have to put on a diaper after we make love.
And the fact that Carlos and I are dating at all is a miracle that Sylvia keeps congratulating herself for. Maybe she is right. I may not have trusted men enough to date again after Peter, if she wouldn’t have set up the blind date and I never would have approached Carlos on my own since I knew he knew about my time as a surrogate baby for Violet. The real miracle was that all things worked out in the end. |
Kara woke up with a headache, though she couldn’t say she was surprised by this. She huffed as her head throbbed dully behind her eyes. It wasn’t the worst headache she’d ever woken up with, but she could tell this one was going to last all day. Willing herself to get up, if only to shut off that incessant alarm, seemed to take all of her energy. She was still so tired. As she shuffled across her room to turn off her alarm and dress herself, she felt a heavy dread spreading in her heart at the thought of yet another day of school. Another day of being surrounded by hormonal teenagers and their… emotions. It was beginning to wear her down, so much so that she was almost positive she wouldn’t be able to make it through the year, let alone her senior year of high school after this one.
The dark clothes in her dresser all looked the same to her, which she appreciated as she picked a shirt and pair of jeans at random. Her clothes hung lifelessly around her small frame, giving her the appearance of an angst-filled teen with an eating disorder, something she’d been called into the health office at school to be questioned about before. She tugged on her worn-out high-tops, fading from their original black into a dark gray, without bothering to untie the laces first. She grabbed her phone and house keys from their places on her dresser and dropped them into her backpack, which had been dutifully filling its own place by her bedroom door. In the bathroom down the hall, she took care of her needs, and pulled her dirty blonde hair into a ponytail, the end of which rested between her shoulder blades, letting her long bangs hang around her face like a shield of yellow hues from the curious wandering eyes of her classmates. She blinked her light green eyes as she took in her despairingly bland appearance, knowing that if her blandness wasn’t self-inflicted, she could actually be admired as pretty. But things had to be this way- she knew she could never be able to handle people wanting to be near her all the time if she caught their attention with her looks.
Descending the staircase, hand running along the chipped banister and picking up her jacket left there the previous afternoon as was her routine, she could feel her father in the kitchen. It was unusual for him to be awake before her- his night shift meant that he usually slept in long after she’d already left the house on foot for school. He felt tired, depressed, helpless; she could only assume the two latter emotions caused the former, keeping him lying awake in bed for hours. Kara hesitated by the archway that led into the kitchen. She did not want to feel his emotions right before school, but even more than that, she knew she needed to get food to bring with her. Lunch lines put her too close to her classmates, and the unpredictability of being so close to so many other school kids, all with hyperbolically over-exaggerated emotions due merely to being teenagers, was something she’d already learned she couldn’t handle.
She sucked in a deep breath as she shrugged her jacket on, closing her eyes and letting her mind go blank as she imagined breathing in apathy, crowding her lungs with it and letting it settle into her muscles. When she exhaled, she expelled any emotion from her body, and opened her eyes, which settled onto the floor as she entered the kitchen. It was bland, like most things in the house, the colors never straying farther from white than a medium tan, or farther from black than a dull gray. Her eyes followed a line of linoleum which led her to the refrigerator, and she managed to open it and pull out a bottle of water and an apple before her father spoke to her. His voice was dull and impassive, raspy with sleep and, probably, suppressed emotion.
“You really ought to eat more than that, Kara.” He cleared his throat, embarrassed by the raw quality to his voice. “Doesn’t seem healthy to run on empty as often as you do,” he parented, using the expected gasoline-in-a-car metaphor.
“I never feel hungry,” she assured him, her voice monotone and emotionless as she wrapped the apple in a napkin and stuffed it into the baggy pocket of her jacket.
“Still,” he parented, “I feel like I need to fatten you up a bit.” He chuckled awkwardly, feeling hurt by her dismissive tone.
She still didn’t look at him, instead turning her back to him as she set her bag on the counter and pretended to look through it. “I’m not malnourished.” She dismissed his concerns, knowing full well how rude she was being, and how much ruder she could have been if she’d put any inflection into her words.
“Oh,” he responded, and said nothing else.
A dull wave of disappointment washed over her, followed closely by a jarring one of guilt. She zipped her backpack and turned to him, still inspecting the floor. “I’ll buy something at school. If anything is going to fatten me up, it would be the things they serve there.” She glanced up at him briefly, giving him a slight smile. The faraway feeling of hopelessness lightened ever so slightly as her father smiled back at her.
He let out a weak chuckle. “Good.”
The sudden need to get out overwhelmed her, and she walked swiftly to the doorway with her bag in hand.
“Kara,” her father called after her.
She stopped in the doorway between the foyer and the kitchen, eyes watching the front door as if her way out would pop out of existence if she looked away. “Yeah?”
“Do you have money?”
“Yes.”
“Keys?”
“Yup.”
“Phone?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Kara,” he called for her full attention, and his voice held so much emotion she knew he was holding back that, against her will, she turned and met his tired brown eyes. “Have a good day at school.”
She couldn’t respond. The deep breath of apathy was ripped from her lungs, leaving her chest aching with a sudden pain that was nearly debilitating. Her eyes were locked with her father’s, and the undesired moment of silent communication delivered to her the overwhelming emotions scratching at him within the deepest unreachable part of his soul. Her mind, processing only his emotions, was unable to relay to her muscles her desperate need to move, to look away, to sob her dad’s sadness out of her body, and she was stuck staring at him. A few endless seconds later, he blinked, and Kara was able to breathe again, to tear her eyes away and glue them to the floor where she would make sure they stayed. She fled.
On the porch, she leaned back against her front door, forcing her breath and her emotions back into calmness before she could burst into tears. The chill in the foggy morning air cooled the light sweat on her face, much to her relief, but only made the rest of her body feel uncomfortably cold. Her father was always too much emotion for her to handle, and as always, she wondered if, hoped that his emotions were amplified for her. It was unimaginable -- to think that he lived with so much sadness every day. She closed her eyes and reached for him, felt him still in the kitchen. Her chest tightened and her eyes welled up, and though she was able to reel herself in and break the connection between them before she actually cried, she knew he was already doing so. An image of him sitting alone at the table, head in his hand as he sobbed rose unbidden in her mind’s eye. Was he crying over the thought of his wife, her own mother, abandoning them both years ago as if they weren’t enough happiness for her? Or the thought of his failed career? His subsequent job as a night guard, overqualified as he was though desperate for work to support his diminished family? Or was he crying over the failed relationship with his own child, which had been sawn away at to the point of near amputation over the period of the last few years? She shook her head, dispelling the thoughts completely as she took her necessary breath of apathy and rationality before she stepped off the porch and began making her way to school. Thinking these things would only drive her to the same place her father was now. She needed to keep herself unfeeling. Feeling everyone else’s emotions was enough for her.
The day passed by uneventfully. It might as well have come off a conveyer belt of days. The monotony of it would have driven Kara mad by now if she hadn’t found her necessary place of numbness. The suppression of her own emotions got her through. It meant a lack of boredom, a lack of anger, a lack of anticipation for the end of the day. The emotions of her classmates buzzed constantly, but her refusal to acknowledge any of them made then almost like background noise, only a slight humming of her insides as though their emotions reverberated within her, unable to be expressed. It was something she’d grown accustomed to- something she’d been forced to grow accustomed to, like a self-preservation instinct of the mind, taking measures on its own to ensure its sanity- her sanity- would remain intact.
She kept quiet, ignored by teachers, forgotten by classmates. The crowded outdoor walks between the classrooms of the school put her in contact with some of the students feeling stronger emotions, which were almost enough to surround the air around her and choke her to the point of a physical reaction, but the lack of walls allowed her to move away quickly. Anger, jealousy, sadness, or even overwhelming excitement: they were all noxious gas around her, and breathing them in only meant that the fumes would linger like shrapnel in her lungs for hours after the initial breath of them. Her mask of apathy was the only sanity she knew, but even that didn’t keep her lungs clear of emotion one hundred percent of the time.
Lunch was the only time she was able to breathe freely. Without an indoor cafeteria, she was able to tuck herself away into any corner of the campus and inhale the air of the world, the only air that wasn’t saturated with emotion. The trees didn’t produce oxygen grudgingly or happily; they just produced, and Kara found that no matter where she sat, it always seemed to be near a tree. As an upperclassman, she could have left campus at lunch for the peace of her home, but her father’s work hours meant that he was still home during her lunch hour, and their brief encounters, some in the morning but most in the late afternoon following her return from school, were already too much to handle. As Kara seated herself on the ground, back resting against the rough bark of the tree, her mind wandered. It had been a long time since she’d sat with someone at lunch. It had been a long time since she’d spoken to her formerly close group of friends.
With no conversation to occupy her mind, she began recounting how her ability had developed, how strangely it had appeared not long after her mother had abandoned them when she was just a child. It was rather bizarre to her as she remembered now, thinking back to the first few times she had felt the slightest indication of her ability to come. It had started out subtle, at first. There were small moments- walking through stores, hanging around at the park, at school- when her mind almost ceased to function altogether, and she’d suddenly feel faint anger, physical pain, happiness, and it had been obvious every time that these weren’t her own emotions. She would inspect her surroundings, always seeming to find immediately some single person exhibiting the physical signs of the emotion she felt: yelling into a phone, clutching some part of their body and wincing, jumping for joy.
She’d sometimes see her father smiling at her but know deep in her gut that it was a front, that on the inside he was wracked with sadness, though at the time she hadn’t been able to figure out why. After a few instances of this, she had asked him why he was so sad all the time when he smiled at her, having been able to make the connection between when he’d act the happiest, and when he felt the most despaired. As she remembered this, she realized that she must have only been able to sense him then because those moments were when his despair had been overwhelming him the most, which had made him smile more so as not to alarm his young daughter with his sadness. Since her ability had still been so faint, she had only been able to sense the strongest of emotions. She wished now that things were still that way; it would be easier on her if the fainter emotions didn’t register at all.
Her father, after she had asked him such a disturbingly observant question, had been surprised, alarmed, guilty, and had tried to dispel her worries. He’d asked her nervously why she’d think such a thing, and she had been speechless, having no way to explain how she could sense his emotions, and not sure she even should be revealing something so strange to him. He assured her that he was always happy when he was with her and she had played along, knowing and feeling that he was rarely happy anymore, and how guilty he felt for letting his constantly depressive state affect his daughter. That moment had passed, and Kara aged, becoming more self-sufficient and withdrawn as her ability became more sensitive. Her father’s depression raged, and Kara had done all she could to ensure their contact stayed to a minimum, which only served to bring him that much more pain, more guilt. She had felt terribly knowing that she was part of the reason he hurt so much, but she knew he would hurt anyway, no matter how she treated him. His constant state of misery made her realize that it was easier to stay distant.
Their father-daughter bond hadn’t been the only thing to suffer, however, as Kara became more and more aware of the emotions saturating the air around her. As she and her long-time classmates had moved on to high school, she found it more difficult to maintain friendships. Her distant friends drifted, and her close friendships became strained. Coming in contact with their emotions so often had been driving her mad. She would be lifted by one person’s excitement, pride, love, only to then be ripped from the warm, heavenly moments of borrowed happiness and shoved into the cold, dark corners of sadness and guilt of another friend. The extra doses of sadness had been difficult, but living off of the happiness of her friends had been surprisingly painful too. After a day of inhaling her friends’ good moods, she would return home on a high, smiling ridiculously and feeling prepared to handle anything, any emotion someone could approach her with. But, without fail, when the connection formed by proximity would break, the happiness would fade, and she was left feeling empty, expectant, wondering why it didn’t last. And then, after almost every instance of this, her father would find her looking hollow, looking like there was something she was missing out on, and his depression would smother her. There had been too much of this, too many people, too many emotional fluctuations. This had been when her ability had reached its peak. It was also when she began teaching herself how to become apathetic. But as long as she was still constantly around her friends, it hadn’t worked. Instead, she cut ties.
Her friends hadn’t understood, but she hadn’t expected them to. She began sending the message by speaking to them less, giving them short, almost awkward responses when they would speak to her in class, and ignoring phone calls and text messages. Then it came to sitting elsewhere at lunch. They would often walk the campus, a habit they had always had, and would sometimes find her sitting alone under a tree. Not realizing her intentions, they would sit with her, attempting conversation, which she would brush off. Then they began to only stop by briefly if they saw her at lunch, moving on quickly, realizing she had nothing to say. Then they began to ignore her, save for a few passing glances as they made their rounds of the school during the hour long break from classes. Then nothing- no indication that they were aware of her existence. Their friendships became null and void, and though it had been necessary, Kara hated it.
She began despising her ability, despising her decision to put herself into such a position. She spent hours out of every day convincing herself that she made the right choice, and then arguing the opposite, that she was weak for thinking she couldn’t handle the mood swings. It was only when her own emotions had begun to make her crazy that her apathy trick had worked, because she had needed it to. With no other emotions surrounding her daily, her own feelings had been easy enough to smother, and she spent most of the past two years in silence and acceptance. It never really felt like living anymore, but she knew that she would never really live as long as she was hindered by the emotions of everyone else, as long as she had this inexplicable ability of empathy- she wasn’t sure whether to call it a curse or a gift, though it never really felt like the latter.
The chirp of her cell phone startled her out of her thoughts. She replied to her father’s text, listing off the things she needed from the store while he was there. After checking the time and realizing with alarm that she had only minutes left of her lunch hour, she pulled out her uneaten apple and attacked it, not bothering to finish it before she stood and headed for the bathroom. She slipped her empty water bottle into a recycling bin on her way, and her apple into the trash bin. The bell rang as she was flushing the toilet, and she speed-washed her hands, rushing to class. She nearly flung herself into her seat, sighing in relief and pulling her binder out of her backpack.
If Kara hadn’t pushed the eternal silence button on her emotions, she was sure that this class would set off a blaring alarm of boredom and irritation. There was nothing more useless or frustrating than reading text after text and searching the dead words for new meaning, taking the slightest repetition of one certain imagery in whichever massive book they were reading and turning it into a life-changing theme. Giving meaning to the words of others seemed like the most ridiculous thing to devote an entire class to, and she often found herself wondering why her teacher enjoyed his own subject of English Literature. Mister Carrey, though nothing like the famous actor of the same name, was young, fit, scruffy, intelligent, and often hit on by the bolder females in his classes. He seemed like he would be more suited to - well, to work anywhere that didn’t have anything to do with high school. She’d heard a few girls suggest Abercrombie model amongst themselves; that sounded about right to Kara, too.
He smacked his book on his desk, making Kara jump in her seat. He was speaking, apparently had been probably since the bell had rung, and was looking right at her. Focusing in on him and what he was in the middle of saying, she realized he had purposely gotten her attention, but was not scolding her. He was going on about their class work, and when he saw that he had her attention, he looked away. She admired his ability to keep his students in check without humiliating them. When he finished speaking, she pulled out their assignment, a continuation from the previous day, and worked alone, shutting out the sound of students pairing or grouping up around her.
Somewhere in the room, she felt discomfort and worry, and shifted in her seat, breathing in deep and filtering out anything but apathy. She didn’t bother to look around for the source. If proximity was what allowed her to feel the emotions of others, making eye contact amplified them. Turning to her assignment, she worked for some time, looking up after about thirty minutes of their fifty minute class. Her ears opened up to the sounds of the classroom now that she was not purposefully shutting them out, and the feeling of discomfort returned, now stifling and unwilling to be ignored. She wiggled in her seat and tried to identify the feeling within herself, avoiding searching the room for the source. If she connected with whoever was feeling this, she would get the brunt of the emotion. As it was, the emotion was filtered, and would be easier to shut out again if she didn’t remove the filter.
She latched on to the whispy feeling, running through the list. Obviously, it wasn’t happy, mad or sad. A little bit of pain, but that wasn’t the strongest feeling. Her body tensed up involuntarily, and she felt the need to get up and move somewhere. Was that anticipation? Impatience? A case of the wiggles? It felt almost jittery. That was a good way to describe it, although it didn’t cover all of what she was feeling. There was a bit of pain, a lot of jittery eagerness for something, but the overall emotion still eluded her. As she focused more on the feeling, it became more potent within her lungs, making her muscles act on the borrowed emotion. She wiggled in her seat, her body tensing and relaxing intermittently. It was obviously discomfort, but what was the reason? She felt a slight pain, but it wasn’t the dominant emotion. Finally, curious after being unable to identify it herself, she looked up from her vantage point in the back of the room for the source, and found her immediately.
As soon as Kara laid eyes her classmate, she knew exactly what she was feeling, and with the brunt of the emotion hitting her all at once she physically reacted to it, something she had trained herself not to do. She let out a short cry, her entire body tensing, feet lifting off the floor to let her clothed legs push together forcefully, hand dropping her pencil and swooping under her desk towards her crotch. She corrected the movement before she could grab herself, though, instead moving her hand to her knee where it latched on forcefully. She could hear students quieting and turning to look at her, and lowered her head so that her face was parallel to her desk. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, and her back began to sweat slightly as she realized that the entire class must be looking at her sitting as if her seat was made of tacks. She tried to relax, a task which seemed almost impossible, as her teacher called out her name.
“Kara? Are you alright? You look pained,” he asked, worried.
She glanced up at him, trying not to look as pained as she felt. “’m fine,” she mumbled, but as her eyes lowered again, they connected with the eyes of the student that was the source of the emotion, and she reacted again, her body trying to curl up, muscles tensing, throat letting out a groan of strain, and her bladder sending urgent signals to her brain about the excess amount of liquid that was not contained inside. Her classmate Megan had to pee. Badly. And Kara was feeling it.
Her teacher stood up then. “Kara, if you’re in pain I really think you ought to visit the nurse’s office,” he told her, voice becoming forceful and commanding as he became more worried about her wellbeing.
“It’s nothing,” she lied, lowering her head to conceal the hot flush of humiliation on her cheeks with her bangs. “I’m fine. Just a cramp.” She tried to refrain from moving in her seat, working on getting her body to relax, on convincing it that there was no reason to feel so desperate to pee with an empty bladder.
“Get back to work,” he commanded the class, and Kara could only imagine that they were all staring now if they hadn’t been before. She could hear him crossing the room to her, and felt him worrying above her when he reached her desk.
“You look sick,” he pressed, speaking softly. “I really think you ought to get checked out by the nurse.”
“I said I’m fine,” she replied, hearing the strain and desperate irritation in her own voice. “It’s just a cramp, it happens sometimes.” She looked up at Megan as she said this, who was watching them, looking more pained than Kara was, hand waving frantically in the air for the teacher’s attention. Kara tried not to react again, despite the pang of desperation that hit her bladder, making her tense up more than should have been possible. She felt panic rise in her chest, as well as a fresh wave of humiliation, though she knew these were Megan’s emotions. The teacher looked up at Megan, noticing Kara staring at the other student, and saw the look of pain on her face that was more desperate than Kara’s.
“Hold on one second,” he told her, and moved to Megan’s desk. She whispered something, humiliated and still frantic, and at the teacher’s nod to the affirmative, she shuffled out of the classroom, hand clenching the hem of her shirt, as close to her crotch as she could put it without drawing attention to herself.
As soon as Megan was out of the room, her emotions faded, though they did not disappear completely. Kara let out a breath of relief, trembling, and laid her head on her desk. Though the feeling had diminished slightly, she still did not relax her hold in her bladder, knowing logically that she would not urinate, but unable to convince her body of that. Her teacher returned to her desk and insisted again that she visit the nurse’s office, laying a concerned hand on her shoulder as she lifted her head. She agreed, if only to get away from the emotions of her classmates. Her focus on Megan’s emotions had crowded out those of her classmates, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they invaded her lungs again. Mentally, she felt too exhausted to drown them out. He wrote her a note at his desk and told her to bring her backpack in case she needed to remain in the health office. She smiled and thanked him, feeling physically exhausted, though not yet allowing herself to relax.
Instead of going to the nurse, she hurried her way into the bathroom, stopping in her tracks with a gasp as Megan’s emotions once again overwhelmed her. The tension in all of her muscles abruptly dissipated as Megan’s head whipped up to look at her, teary-eyed. The brunette was gripping the side of one of the stalls, knees bent and hunched over slightly. She was wetting herself, urine soaking the crotch of her shorts and running down her bare legs. Kara gaped as her own body reacted to Megan’s emotions. She suddenly felt as if her bladder were contracting, as if her urine was flowing, and yet she felt nothing come out to soak and warm her jeans. Kara couldn’t move as her own panic began to overwhelm her. Megan had looked away, unable to maintain eye contact as shame made her cry harder.
Megan let out a loud sob when she had finished, and though Kara’s first instinct was to comfort her, her body acted otherwise. She stumbled over her own feet as she fled, running away to the nearest bathroom to shut herself into a stall. Without bothering to lock the door, she tried to yank her jeans to her knees. They got stuck around her hips, unwilling to move as she yanked them at the wrong angle. She hopped around as she tugged, hearing a ripping of seams as she finally pulled them down enough to pee. But when she sat, nothing happened. Tensing her entire body, she pushed as if encouragement was all that was needed to get her bladder to empty. The smallest trickle of urine leaked out, and her urethra burned as she tried to force herself to pee. Despite the confirmation that her bladder was, in fact, completely empty, and the feeling of Megan’s desperation gone, Kara still felt the need.
Eventually, after trying to rid herself of nonexistent urine a few more times, she gave up. Now that she was not so frantic over her bladder, she began to feel the rest of her body again as she washed her hands. Her skin felt slick with the sweat of panic, and her muscles were still trembling. She knew she couldn’t go back to class like this, so she pulled the crumpled note from her teacher out of her jacket pocket, where she had shoved it in her frenzy, and made her way to the health office. She must have looked sicker than she realized, because the nurse took one look at her strained sweaty face and stood up to guide her by the arm, as if she would collapse without assistance. Kara could feel her concern and desire to help, and though they were faint and hard to detect in comparison to the intensity of the desperation she had just been feeling, she almost instantly regretted coming in.
The nurse gave her no chance to escape, though, pulling her insistently by her arm and asking her what her symptoms were. Awkwardly, Kara lied, telling the nurse that she was only suffering from cramps and light-headedness. The woman’s emotions were overwhelming Kara’s exhausted mind, and she asked if she could use one of the cots to lie down in, assuring her that a moment to relax and get off her feet was all she needed. The nurse agreed and pulled the flimsy curtain shut behind Kara when she entered the closet-sized nook in the room, designed specifically for the purpose of temporarily housing sick students. She collapsed onto the flimsy cot and sighed. A moment later, she heard another student come into the room, and immediately felt queasy.
Damn it. Coming here was a mistake, she decided, as she heard the nurse usher the student to the bathroom quickly. She covered her ears with her hands to drown out the sound of the student retching in the bathroom, but the lack of sound did nothing to prevent the urge to vomit when she could feel the student doing so. She sat up slowly with her eyes closed, forcing herself once again to breathe in apathy to quell the queasiness before she could end up like the sick student. The nurse came in a few moments later and must have again seen an expression on Kara’s face that she hadn’t realized was there, because the woman came over and prompted her to open her mouth, where she stuck an oral thermometer. At the sensation of the thing being pulled out of her mouth a few seconds later, Kara dry-heaved, the student’s illness on the bathroom beginning to overwhelm her. Kara stood and all but shoved past the nurse running out of the office, needing to distance herself from the toxic combination of sickness and worry.
She could hear the concerned nurse following her outside the building, alarmed by her behavior, and nodded her head frantically after the nurse asked if she wanted to be picked up. She denied the nurse’s requests to come back inside, telling her she just needed to breathe for a bit. The nurse had to ask for her name a few times before Kara could compose herself enough to respond.
“Kara Bolton,” she told the nurse. “My dad’s name is David.”
The nurse nodded in confirmation, and the door opened and closed somewhere to Kara’s left as she leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, forcing herself to calm down.
When the woman retuned after a few minutes, she seemed surprised by Kara’s newly established composure, and told her that her father was on his way. She nodded gratefully and again declined coming back into the office. She heard the door close and then open again a few moments later. The nurse handed her a yellow slip of paper releasing her from school for the day. Kara thanked her, and the woman went back inside without asking again if Kara would follow.
Less than five minutes later, the nurse called Kara, now completely composed again, back into the office, where her father was waiting, though he was oddly emotionless. Absently, she took note of how nice he looked when he bothered to, usually disheveled dark brown hair now tame, and uniform of wrinkled clothes replaced by dark jeans and a dark grey collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
She could see the nurse blushing as she stared at her father where he stood, imposing in height, waiting for Kara. She smiled at her father awkwardly, and bade an equally awkward goodbye to the nurse, who stuttered when her father addressed her in farewell.
The ride home was silent, and Kara stared blankly out the window at the scenery that she passed by on her daily journey between school and their current destination. She couldn’t sense her father despite their proximity, and with the welcome break her mind was oddly empty in the silence of the old car. The strangeness of the day must have short-circuited something in her mind, she theorized absently. Her father cut the engine once they were stopped in their driveway, and Kara moved to grab her backpack and seclude herself in her room before the odd numbness faded and whatever overwhelming emotion he was feeling now hit her full force. He was sitting oddly still, staring out the windshield, but spoke when she put her hand on the door handle.
“Kara-” he began, and paused.
She waited a beat, then responded, hand still on the door handle. “Yeah?”
He looked at her and their eyes met before she could look away, but even with their eyes locked Kara still couldn’t feel him at all. She was shocked into stillness and she stared at him, dumbfounded, as he began speaking, though she didn’t bother to pay attention. She squinted at him, as if that would make her able to feel him again, and unconsciously leaned in towards him. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, empty, as she looked at him, suddenly feeling as if she needed to be able to sense his emotions again. It wasn’t until he cut off midsentence and gave her a look in confusion that she realized what she was doing and corrected herself, jerking upright quickly.
“Kara, I’m worried about you,” he said, voice more forceful than she could ever remember hearing it. She suddenly felt afraid, unnerved by his unusual tone as she tried to grasp onto his emotions, despairingly unaware of what he was feeling that was making him speak this way to her.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately,” he continued in the same tone, “but you don’t look healthy.” She could feel herself leaning away from him, pushing herself against the inside of the car door. “You barely speak anymore. You’ve been dressing like some kind of goth. And you look underweight. Do you have an eating disorder?”
“I- I-“ she stuttered, voice failing.
“I had to pick you up from school today after you had some sort of an attack in class. If something is wrong with you, you need to tell me so that we can get you help.”
She tried to respond, mouth opening and closing as she tried to form words. Her throat was closing up with panic from the bizarreness of her father’s behavior. She felt her eyes begin to water.
Her father noticed, and immediately the expression that she could only describe as angry disappeared from his face as he suddenly looked guilty. He lowered his head slightly and rubbed his forehead with his hand, and she took this moment out of his intense stare to bolt. She ran up the driveway and attempted to fling the door open and run straight up the stairs. It was locked, and she instead wound up slamming into it. Digging frantically into her bag, she fumbled with her keys before flinging her door open and sprinting to the safe haven that was her bedroom.
She locked her door behind her, resting her forehead against it as tears escaped her eyes and caressed her cheeks. Downstairs, she could hear the front door open and close as her father came back into the house. He seemed to be moving restlessly from room to room, and although Kara would have normally been able to pinpoint where his emotions were coming from, now it was as if the house was empty. There was nothing but blankness. She flung her backpack onto her bed before opening the door to her room. She listened closely, trying to figure out what her father was doing.
Without her ability, she felt deprived. Suddenly, she had to know what he was doing. She wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket, and then shoved her hands in her pockets and made her way downstairs, wandering through the house aimlessly until she saw him sitting on the couch in the living room. He turned his head to look at her, but seemed at a loss for words.
“Are you okay?” he asked finally, looking worried.
“Yeah,” Kara responded in a small voice. And after a moment of hesitation, she did something she hadn’t done in years. She sat down next to her father on the couch, leaning into his warmth and tucking her legs underneath her when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He kissed the top of her head affectionately.
“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier,” he said. “I’ve just been so worried about you lately. You don’t eat, you haven’t been talking to your friends. You haven’t been talking to me. If you’re going through something I want you to be able to talk to me about it.”
“I-“ Kara couldn’t think of a response. “I’ll be fine,” she finished lamely.
He pulled away slightly and looked at her, unconvinced.
“I promise I’ll tell you if anything gets out of control with my life,” she told him, knowing she couldn’t tell him why she had pulled away from everyone without revealing her secret.
He looked like he was mulling over her promise. “I suppose that’s good enough,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone.
She grinned at him, and he pulled her into a hug with a laugh. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, unbelievably happy to be spending a moment with her father like they hadn’t shared in years.
Hey, all. I hope you liked this! It’s something I haven’t yet seen on here, and I wanted to be the first to try it! I do plan to continue this, although I don’t have anything else written out right now. But I have plans… muwahahaha.
P.S. This ending was rushed. If it sucks, that’s why. |
This is the one-shot version of this story. This one is about 2,600 words, while the full version is over 6,000. I wanted to give the option of reading only the omorashi section and not getting involved in the characters or the story. With that in mind, I hope you like this, and if it interests you, check out the full version!
Kara sat alone on the ground, rough bark poking her through her black t-shirt as she leaned her back against a tree, idly wasting the minutes of her lunch hour. She scraped at the dirt with her mangy high-tops, brushing the bangs of her dark blonde hair out of her eyes before pulling it back into a ponytail that reached just between her shoulders. She checked the time on her cell phone, realizing with alarm that she had only minutes left of her lunch hour. She pulled out her uneaten apple and attacked it, not bothering to finish it before she stood, brushed the dirt off the seat of her dark jeans and headed for the bathroom. She slipped her empty water bottle into a recycling bin on her way, and her apple into the trash bin. The bell rang as she was flushing the toilet, and she speed-washed her hands, rushing to class. She nearly flung herself into her seat, sighing slightly and pulling her binder out of her backpack.
If Kara hadn’t learned how to silence the emotions around her, she was sure that this class would be an unbearable hour of boredom and irritation. There was nothing more useless or frustrating than reading text after text and searching the dead words for new meaning, taking the slightest repetition of one certain imagery in whichever massive book they were reading and turning it into a life-changing theme. Giving meaning to the words of others seemed like the most ridiculous thing to devote an entire class to, and she often found herself wondering why her teacher enjoyed his own subject of English Literature. Mister Carrey, though nothing like the famous actor of the same name, was young, fit, scruffy, intelligent, and often hit on by the bolder females in his classes. He seemed like he would be more suited to - well, to work anywhere that didn’t have anything to do with high school. She’d heard a few girls suggest Abercrombie model amongst themselves; that sounded about right to Kara, too.
He smacked his book on his desk, making Kara jump in her seat. He was speaking, apparently had been probably since the bell had rung, and he was looking right at her. Focusing in on him and what he was in the middle of saying, she realized he had purposely gotten her attention, but was not scolding her. He was going on about their class work, and when he saw that he had her attention, he looked away. She admired his ability to keep his students in check without humiliating them. When he finished speaking, she pulled out their assignment, a continuation from the previous day, and worked alone, shutting out the sound of students pairing or grouping up around her.
Somewhere in the room, she felt discomfort and worry, and shifted in her seat, breathing in deep and filtering out anything but apathy. She didn’t bother to look around for the source. If proximity was what allowed her to feel the emotions of others, making eye contact amplified them. Turning to her assignment, she worked for some time, looking up after about thirty minutes of their fifty minute class. Her ears opened up to the sounds of the classroom now that she was not purposefully shutting them out, and the feeling of discomfort returned, now stifling and unwilling to be ignored. She wiggled in her seat and tried to identify the feeling within herself, avoiding searching the room for the source. If she connected with whoever was feeling this, she would get the brunt of the emotion. As it was, the emotion was filtered, and would be easier to shut out again if she didn’t remove the filter.
She latched on to the wispy feeling, running through the list. Obviously, it wasn’t happy, mad or sad. A little bit of pain, but that wasn’t the strongest feeling. Her body tensed up involuntarily, and she felt the need to get up and move somewhere. Was that anticipation? Impatience? A case of the wiggles? It felt almost jittery. That was a good way to describe it, although it didn’t cover all of what she was feeling. There was a bit of pain, a lot of jittery eagerness for something, but the overall emotion still eluded her. As she focused more on the feeling, it became more potent within her mind, making her muscles act on the borrowed emotion. She wiggled in her seat, her body tensing and relaxing intermittently. It was obviously discomfort, but what was the reason? She felt a slight pain, but it wasn’t the dominant emotion. Finally, curious after being unable to identify it herself, she looked up from her vantage point in the back of the room for the source of the emotion, and found her immediately.
As soon as Kara laid eyes her classmate, she knew exactly what she was feeling, and with the brunt of the emotion hitting her all at once she physically reacted to it, something she had trained herself not to do. She let out a short cry, her entire body tensing, feet lifting off the floor to let her clothed legs push together forcefully, hand dropping her pencil and swooping under her desk towards her crotch. She corrected the movement before she could grab herself, though, instead moving her hand to her knee where it latched on forcefully. She could hear students quieting and turning to look at her, and lowered her head so that her face was parallel to her desk. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, and her back began to sweat slightly as she realized that the entire class must be looking at her sitting as if her seat was made of tacks. She tried to relax, a task which seemed almost impossible, as her teacher called out her name.
“Kara? Are you alright? You look pained,” he asked, worried.
She glanced up at him, trying not to look as pained as she felt. “’m fine,” she mumbled, but as her eyes lowered again, they connected with the eyes of the student that was the source of the emotion, and she reacted again, her body trying to curl up, muscles tensing, throat letting out a groan of strain, and her bladder sending urgent signals to her brain about the excess amount of liquid that was not contained inside. Her classmate Megan had to pee. Badly. And Kara was feeling it.
Her teacher stood up then. “Kara, if you’re in pain I really think you ought to visit the nurse’s office,” he told her, voice becoming forceful and commanding as he became more worried about her wellbeing.
“It’s nothing,” she lied, keeping her head low to conceal the hot flush of humiliation on her cheeks. “I’m fine. Just a cramp.” She tried to refrain from moving in her seat, working on getting her body to relax, on convincing it that there was no reason to feel so desperate to pee with an empty bladder.
“Get back to work,” he commanded the class, and Kara could only imagine that they were all staring now if they hadn’t been before. She could hear him crossing the room to her, and vaguely felt him worrying above her when he reached her desk.
“You look sick,” he pressed, speaking softly. “I really think you ought to get checked out by the nurse.”
“I said I’m fine,” she replied, hearing the strain and desperate irritation in her own voice. “It’s just a cramp, it happens sometimes.” She looked up at Megan as she said this, who was watching them, looking more pained than Kara was, hand waving frantically in the air for the teacher’s attention. Kara tried not to react again, despite the pang of desperation that hit her bladder, making her tense up more than should have been possible. She felt panic rise in her chest, as well as a fresh wave of humiliation, though she knew these were Megan’s emotions. The teacher looked up at Megan, noticing Kara staring at the other student, and saw the look of pain on her face that was more desperate than Kara’s.
“Hold on one second,” he told her, and moved to Megan’s desk. She whispered something, humiliated and still frantic, and at the teacher’s nod to the affirmative, she shuffled out of the classroom, hand clenching the hem of her shirt, as close to her crotch as she could put it without drawing attention to herself.
As soon as Megan was out of the room, her emotions faded, though they did not disappear completely. Kara let out a breath of relief, trembling, and laid her head on her desk. Though the feeling had diminished slightly, she still did not relax her hold in her bladder, knowing logically that she would not urinate, but unable to convince her body of that. Her teacher returned to her desk and insisted again that she visit the nurse’s office, laying a concerned hand on her shoulder as she lifted her head. She agreed, if only to get away from the emotions of her classmates. Her focus on Megan’s emotions had crowded out those of her classmates, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they invaded her awareness again. Mentally, she felt too exhausted to drown them out. He wrote her a note at his desk and told her to bring her backpack in case she needed to remain in the health office. She smiled and thanked him, feeling physically exhausted, though not yet allowing herself to relax.
Instead of going to the nurse, she hurried her way into the nearest bathroom, stopping in her tracks with a gasp as Megan’s emotions once again overwhelmed her. The tension in all of her muscles abruptly dissipated as Megan’s head whipped up to look at her, teary-eyed. The brunette was gripping the side of one of the stalls, knees bent and hunched over slightly. She was wetting herself, urine soaking the crotch of her shorts and running down her bare legs. Kara gaped at her as her own body reacted to Megan’s emotions. She suddenly felt as if her bladder were contracting, as if her urine was flowing, and yet she felt nothing come out to soak and warm her jeans. Kara couldn’t move as panic began to overwhelm her. Megan had looked away, unable to maintain eye contact as shame made her cry harder.
Megan let out a loud sob when she had finished, and though Kara’s first instinct was to comfort her, her body acted otherwise. She stumbled over her own feet as she fled, running away to a different bathroom to shut herself into a stall. Without bothering to lock the door, she tried to yank her jeans to her knees. They got stuck around her hips, unwilling to move as she yanked them at the wrong angle. She hopped around as she tugged, hearing a ripping of seams as she finally pulled them down enough to pee. But when she sat, nothing happened. Tensing her entire body, she pushed as if encouragement was all that was needed to get her bladder to empty. The smallest trickle of urine leaked out, and her urethra burned as she tried to force herself to pee. Despite the confirmation that her bladder was, in fact, completely empty, and the feeling of Megan’s desperation gone, Kara still felt the need.
Eventually, after trying to rid herself of nonexistent urine a few more times, she gave up. Now that she was not so frantic over her bladder, she began to feel the rest of her body again as she washed her hands. Her skin felt slick with the sweat of panic, and her muscles were still trembling. She knew she couldn’t go back to class like this. She pulled the crumpled note from her teacher out of her jacket pocket, where she had shoved it in her frenzy, and made her way to the health office. She must have looked sicker than she realized, because the nurse took one look at her strained sweaty face and stood up to guide her by the arm, as if she would collapse without assistance. Kara could feel her concern and desire to help, though they were faint and hard to detect in comparison to the intensity of the desperation she had just been feeling.
The nurse pulled her insistently by her arm, asking her what her symptoms were. Awkwardly, Kara lied, telling the nurse that she was only suffering from cramps and light-headedness. Even the woman’s faint emotions were overwhelming Kara’s exhausted mind, and she asked if she could use one of the cots to lie down in, assuring her that a moment to relax and get off her feet was all she needed. The nurse agreed and pulled the flimsy curtain shut behind Kara when she entered the closet-sized nook in the room, designed specifically for the purpose of temporarily housing sick students. She collapsed onto the flimsy cot and sighed. She nodded her head after the nurse asked if she wanted to be picked up. The nurse had to ask for her name a few times before Kara could compose herself enough to respond.
“Kara Bolton,” she told the nurse. “My dad’s name is David.”
The nurse nodded in confirmation, and the curtains were pulled shut as the nurse went back to her desk to call her father. Kara sat up on the cot and leaned back against the wall. She could hear the nurse speaking quietly on the phone to her father, not bothering to listen as she breathed deeply and forced herself to calm down.
When the woman retuned after a few minutes, she seemed surprised by Kara’s newly established composure, and told her that her father was on his way. She nodded gratefully and the curtain was closed and then opened again a few moments later. The nurse handed her a yellow slip of paper releasing her from school for the day. Kara thanked her, and the woman left again. Less than five minutes later, the nurse called Kara, now completely composed again, back into the office, where her father was waiting, though he was oddly emotionless. Absently, she took note of how nice he looked when he bothered to, usually disheveled dark brown hair now tame, and uniform of wrinkled clothes replaced by dark jeans and a dark grey collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
She could see the nurse blushing as she stared at her father where he stood, imposing in height, waiting for Kara. She bade the nurse goodbye, who stuttered when her father addressed her in farewell. Kara stared at the nurse curiously, searching for her emotions until her father laid a hand on her shoulder and guided her out of the school into the car. She rested her head on the back of the seat, mind and body exhausted. She looked over at her father, squinting in confusion when she realized she couldn’t feel his emotions at all.
As if feeling her eyes on him, he glanced over at her as he drove, giving her a strange look. “What?” he asked, and even though she could tell he was confused by her stare, she couldn’t feel his confusion. The only thing she could feel was her own fatigue. “Are you okay?”
It took her a moment to answer, but she finally managed to squeak out weakly, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” She stared at him for a moment longer before finally looking away, instead searching for him with her extra sense. She couldn’t feel anything. And though she felt strangely deprived being unable to sense what he was feeling, she was suddenly filled with a strange eagerness to spend some time feeling only her own emotions, regardless of how long it lasted.
Author's Note: That’s not really how I feel about English Literature. Also, I hate this ending. Check out my full story for a better overall plot! This version will not be continued; it’s just here for those who don’t feel like reading the full story. |
Another Legend of Zelda omo! I am really only into male desperation, and I find this site is rather....lacking in that department. So I thought I would fix that with some male omo of my own. I hope you guys like it!
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Link made his way through the Earth Temple, anxious to be finished with it. He really wanted to find where Zelda was, but he was more eager to find a suitable place for him to relieve his full bladder. The Earth Temple was located inside a volcano and therefore had a lot of lava in it. It was very hot, and Link had been drinking lots of water so he wouldn't get dehydrated. He had sweated quite a bit of it back out, but most of it had gone straight to his bladder.
“Master,” Fi said, “I detect a 90% chance that Zelda was bound by this chain.” Link moved his attention from his bladder to a chain that was coiled on the ground nearby. “I suggest you continue into the room ahead of you.”
Link did as Fi suggested and fit the boss key into the boss door and went inside, wanting to get all of this over with quickly. Much to Link's displeasure, Girahim was there waiting for him. He was pretty angry, so he sent a giant flaming rock with legs to go after Link. Link had a bit of trouble fighting it, finding it a bit difficult to concentrate on anything but his full bladder, but he finally finished it off and waited for the door on the other side of the room to open up. It didn't.
“You thought you'd finish that quickly, did you boy?” Girahim was back. He was holding a length of rope and a jar of clear liquid. Before Link had time to react, Girahim had disarmed him, throwing his sword and shield to the other side of the room, and tied him up.
“Your little friend is long gone. But before I go after her again, I thought I'd vent some of my frustration on you.” Link fidgeted, his bladder well on its way to filling up to its full capacity. Girahim laughed. “Are you scared little boy? Or do you just...have something to take care of?” He shook the jar of liquid in front of Link's face. Link looked away and pressed his thighs together. Girahim grabbed Link's jaw, forced his mouth open, and forced the liquid down Link's throat. Link had no choice but to swallow. It tasted like water. And Link was thirsty anyway.
Why would Girahim tie me up just to give me a drink of water? Link thought.
The answer became clear about five minutes later when Link's bladder began filling up unnaturally fast. He squirmed, desperately trying to hold back the building flood.
“I'm going to watch you suffer and humiliate yourself.” Girahim said, sitting himself down right in front of Link. “The question is....how long will my entertainment last? I do hope you'll last for a little while at least....Though the water I just gave you may cause you to lose control sooner.” he grinned. Link squirmed and blushed. He couldn't use his hands to add external pressure to help hold back the flood, they were tied behind his back. He couldn't cross his legs either. He could only press his thighs together and squirm until he inevitably wet himself. Link looked down, blushing in humiliation. It had been years since he'd had an accident, he couldn't have one now! He was a hero! Heros didn't pee themselves!
Perhaps I'm not a hero... Link thought to himself five minutes later. He was squirming constantly and on the edge of losing control. His bladder felt like it was far past simply “full” and in the “about to burst” range. Link squirmed and fidgeted and tried to get free from the ropes binding him, but he knew it was no use. He should just give up and pee himself now to get the humiliation over with.
Link took a deep breath, stopped fidgeting, and relaxed him muscles. Urine flooded into his pants, quickly beginning to soak them. He was beginning to feel the euphoria of relief when Girahim slapped him.
“Stop it! I know you aren't at your limit yet. Your bladder can't possibly be that small.” Grimacing, Link clenched every muscle in his pelvic area to stop his bladder from emptying. The flow of urine slowed, then stopped completely except for the occasional dribble that slipped out.
It was even harder to hold his urine now that he had started going, and he squirmed and fidgeted even more than before. He knew he had only emptied about a quarter of what was in his bladder, and the rest was still trying to get free. Now he would last even longer before his bladder gave up on him, and it would be very uncomfortable and more difficult to hold it sitting in wet pants. To Link's horror, Girahim forced him to drink more water and another jar of the stuff that made his bladder fill so quickly. Five jars of water later, Link felt like he was going to throw up because of his stomach full of water and bursting bladder. But the water quickly made it's way out of Link's stomach, through his bloodstream, and eventually into his bladder.
Link began tearing up, feeling his bladder scream for relief and leak every minute or so into his wet pants. A puddle was beginning to form around his butt even though he wasn't even close to empty. Girahim laughed in amusement while Link squirmed. The wet patch on the front of Link's pants was very large now, and growing slowly.
The leaks grew more frequent and lasted longer. Link groaned, trying to stop a particularly strong leak. His bladder was stretched and painful. It throbbed and spasmed when he finally stopped the 15-second long leak. Link's breathing was quick and shallow. He was panicking now. He was going to lose is completely any second now, and then what? Would Girahim just force more water into him and wait until Link got desperate again? Link hoped not...He was in a lot of pain now from his bladder...what if it literally exploded? He had never heard of such a thing happening, but it sure felt like his bladder was going to burst into a thousand pieces.
Link's bladder spasmed painfully and contracted, causing Link to gasp in pain and squeeze his thighs together. But it was no use. His muscles were weak from holding back so much pee and they finally failed. Urine jetted out of his penis at full force, sending the liquid down his legs and soaking his pants completely. The puddle grew around him while his bladder released, spreading past his boots. He couldn't help but let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt the euphoria of finally relieving himself after being so desperate. It felt amazing, but was mingled with the shame and embarrassment of flooding his pants right in front of Girahim.
At long last, Link's bladder was empty. He closed his eyes, feeling very relaxed. He was trembling slightly from being so tense a minute ago, but he felt good. Link forced a few more drops of urine out of his bladder, not noticing that right in front of him, Girahim was holding another jar of water. |
Before i start i would like to point out i did NOT write any of this story and all credit is due to Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus and you can see the original post here----------------------------------------------------------------------------~Chapter 1~
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The arcade just closed, with all the arcade machines being left on as usual, the games working on their own accord as the Sugar Russians finished a no rules race, with President Vanellope Von Schweetz taking first place.
"I win again!" Vanellope exclaimed with glee as she jumped out of her kart, briefly glitching as she giggled. "In your faces! I'm the sweetest of them all!"
Taffyta Muttonfudge was in her pink kart, angry as she slammed her fists on the wheel. "Ooh, you're such a kid, and also a big dumb glitcher, you glitch!"
"Hey, you can't talk to Princess Vanellope in that tone!" Candlehead exclaimed as she waved her arms frantically.
Vanellope placed her left hand on her hip, pointing at Candlehead with her right hand. "That's President Vanellope to you, Candlehead!" She wheezed as she smiled.
Taffyta stuck out her tongue at Vanellope, obviously upset as she got out of her kart. "Ugh, why don't you go hang out with that fat red guy or something. You're being a bad influence." She sniffled as she rubbed her right eye, trying to hold back the tears, but obviously failing.
Vanellope smiled as she poked Taffyta in the face. "His name is Ralph first of all, and second, I did feel like going to Tapper's. Thanks for the idea, sugar snot!" And with that, she headed out of Sugar Rush, heading towards the Game Central Station.
Later on, Vanellope found herself in the Tapper's bar, being in the front row, next to Dr. Eggman, who was recovering from his recent shuffle with Sonic. The bartender walked up to Vanellope, rubbing an empty glass.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking, kiddo?" The bartender greeted.
Vanellope stretched her arms as she placed them on the orange counter. "I'm just here to have a good time, and to drink root beer." She grabbed a nearby empty glass, shaking it. "How about it, big boy?"
The bartender shrugged as he poured some root beer into Vanellope's glass. Vanellope drunk up the root beer in one gulp, burping loudly as she placed the glass on the counter.
"More! My small, young sugary body can take your root beer!" Vanellope exclaimed.
The bartender shrugged as he placed an entire bottle of root beer on the table. "All right, kid, but don't go crazy." He then went to handle the other patrons from different games.
Dr. Eggman folded his arms as he watched Vanellope pour the root beer from the giant bottle into the empty glass, asking, "You must have had a long day today, haven't ya kid?"
Vanellope gulped down the root beer as she turned to Eggman, letting out a refreshed sigh. "What do you know that I don't, Eggbelly? Racing tires you out easily!"
Eggman scoffed as he massaged his mustache. "Of course I know that, you double striped twerp! I just got back from racing against Sonic in Seaside Hill!" He shook his head. "Oh, how I hate that hedgehog..."
Vanellope burped loudly as she finished her fifth glass of root beer, pouring some more as she giggled. "Sounds like he's a bit speedy for ya, eh fatty?"
Eggman watched Vanellope drink more and more of the root beer. "You shouldn't drink up the whole bottle, kid. Because once it hits, it'll-"
"Shut yer trap, doc! I know how to handle myself!" Vanellope retorted as she continued drinking, letting out loud burps in between. She was catching the attention of all the other patrons and the bartender, who were watching in disbelief as Vanellope kept drinking and drinking. Several minutes later, Vanellope let out her loudest burp, nearly falling off her chair as she was content, having drunken root beer one hundred and eleven times.
"Boy, do I sure love root beer..." Vanellope burped as several bubbles emerged from her mouth, causing her to hiccup as she got back up, sitting regularly. "Whoa... that was a lot of root beer I had... well, at least now I can go back to Sugar Rush and just-"
Vanellope's stomach growled loudly, followed by a strange gurgle. Vanellope gasped as everyone in the bar all continued looking at her. Vanellope placed both hands on her stomach, not feeling right.
"Oh man... what was in that root beer?" Vanellope asked as her eyes widened, her iris shrinking as she heard water gushing inside her body. "Uh oh. I gotta go pee." She held down her skirt made of Reese's Pieces as she began squirming. "Yo, bartender! Where's the toilet?"
The bartender rolled his eyes as he pointed to the back. "It's just behind the last counter, but I think someone is using it."
Vanellope squealed in pain as she closed her eyes. "Darn it! I can't hold it in for that long!" She then dashed out of Tapper's, heading back into the Game Central Station, to look for a place to relinquish her lemonade.
Ya know, in the bathroom.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz was in the Game Central Station, placing her hands down on her dark skirt made of Reese's Pieces as she tried holding in her urine, frantically looking for a bathroom. Various video game characters from the other arcades watched as Vanellope zipped and glitched her way through the large crowd, frantically panting as she groaned, going right into the Fix It Felix Jr. game. She was moving in the seat of the back of the blue train, groaning as she crossed her double striped legs, feeling pain in her bladder as she made it into the game. Wreck It Ralph spotted her, placing his hands on his hips as Vanellope jumped off the train, running towards Ralph and looking at him.
"Oh hey fart feathers! What brings you here?" Ralph greeted as he chuckled, noticing Vanellope's pee dance.
Vanellope moaned in a higher pitched voice as her legs moved faster. "I had too much root beer, and now I gotta let loose!"
Ralph shook his gigantic hands at Vanellope. "Whoa whoa, hold on there! You shouldn't do that out in public!" He then rubbed the back of his head. "And now's not exactly the right time to hang out... I have a duty to do, a pretty big one."
Vanellope snickered as she gasped, feeling like she would wet herself any moment. "Ack! No! Don't make me laugh! I'll wet myself!"
Ralph's eyes widened as his smirk disappeared. "Oh... that's no good."
Suddenly, Fix It Felix Jr. himself walked out of the penthouse, spotting Ralph and Vanellope. "Oh, sweet pancakes!" He dashed towards his two friends. "Ralph, Vanellope!"
Vanellope gasped as her eyes widened, trying her best to hold in her bladder. Ralph noticed, then catching on to why Vanellope gasped.
"Uhh, Felix, Vanel here is having a little... problem with her bladder," Ralph commented as he pointed to Vanellope. "You might want to avoid mention the P word..."
Felix rubbed the back of his head as he squinted. "Peanuts?"
Vanellope giggled as she covered her mouth with her hands briefly, before she felt the urge to pee, holding down her skirt again.
Ralph groaned as he slapped his right hand on his face. "Come on, Felix, really?"
Felix shrugged in innocence. "Well jiminy, Ralph, I didn't mean to put it like that." He adjusted his blue cap as he pushed it back. "Anyway, I gotta go fix up the pipes in Gene's penthouse. There's a leak in there."
Vanellope was squirming about as she closed her eyes. "Hey, I'm trying to hold it in over here! Could you lay it low with the innuendo?" She then heard the sound of water, opening her eyes wide as she glanced to her right, to see a fountain sprinkling. She screamed as she hid behind Ralph, trying to shield her from any images of water. She turned behind her, looking up at the side of the penthouse, to see a green hose from one of the windows aimed towards the left side, spraying water down onto the grass below. Vanellope began sobbing as she tugged Ralph from the back of his overalls with her right hand while keeping her left hand holding down her skirt.
Ralph noticed Vanellope tugging him, grabbing her and placing her on his right shoulder. "Calm down, Vanel, we'll find you a bathroom." He then looked down at Felix. "We still got plenty of hours before the arcade opens up again. You think you could help Vanellope with her problem? I have to go help BD Joe wreck some stuff in his yellow taxi cab."
Felix frowned as he held his hands together. "Ralph, I already told you, I'm helping out Gene." He then glanced at Vanellope. "Why don't you go back to Sugar Rush and try to find a bathroom there?"
Vanellope tossed her hands up in the air as she growled in annoyance. "Oh, forget it! I'll even take a port a potty! I just gotta go!" She jumped off Ralph's right shoulder as she took the blue train out of the Fix It Felix Jr. game, still holding down her skirt as she squirmed uncontrollably. "Man, I gotta pee superbad..."
Ralph and Felix looked at each other and shrugged as they continued to go on with their duties. Not that kind of duty.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz was back in the Game Central Station, having found no help from Ralph or Felix. She still had her hands down on her dark skirt made of Reese's Pieces as she desperately tried holding in her urine, frantically looking for a bathroom. Once again, she glitched and zipped her way through the large crowd of various video game characters from the other arcades as she decided to go back to Tapper's to see if the bathroom was free. Luckily for her, it was.
"Oh, sweet popsicles!" Vanellope exclaimed in glee as she made a mad dash towards the bathroom. She opened the door and slammed it closed, ready to release her urine as she turned around, her eyes widening in horror as she was locked in a closet painted to look like the bathroom. "No, no, no! What vile fiend would do this to innocent little me?"
Outside of the door, Taffyta Muttonfudge was laughing her head off as she wielded a bucket of paint. "Ha! In your face, president! Now you know how it feels to be tricked!" She whistled merrily as she kicked the paint bucket to the side, skipping her way out of Tapper's.
Vanellope groaned as she was bouncing up and down, not being able to hold on anymore. "Ugh! I can't hold it in any longer! But I can't embarrass myself again!" She whimpered as she started crying softly. "It was bad enough that I was a bed wetter..." She shook her head as she became determined. "Well, I refuse to be locked up in here any longer!"
She then glitched her way out of the closet, looking for the actual bathroom in Tapper's as she kept bouncing. She found the real bathroom, only for it to be locked.
"What? No!" Vanellope exclaimed in dismay as she shook her head, bouncing faster.
Grunts were heard from inside, of which sounded like Zangief. "Sorry, little girl, Zangief had a big lunch several hours ago."
Vanellope squealed in pain as she closed her eyes. "Ugh! Is there any place where I won't get screwed!" She exclaimed, turning towards her left when she slipped on some spilled root beer, landing on her back as she groaned in pain. The bartender noticed the fallen Vanellope, rushing over to her and helping her up as Vanellope groaned in pain, her eyes lowered as she was getting pooped out from her potty emergency.
Heh. Pooped out, potty emergency. Get the hint?
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Vanellope Von Schweetz woke up, being inside Tapper's. She was in the arms of the bartender, who was trying to wake her up. Vanellope jumped out of his arms, dusting off her green skirt as she placed her hands inside her pouch.
"Oh, I have a headache..." Vanellope mumbled as she blinked several times. "I didn't wet myself, did I?"
The bartender sighed of relief as he tossed a glass of root beer to Ryu to his right. "Thankfully, no. Everyone was wondering when you would wake up." He narrowed his eyes as he shook his head. "That Taffyta chick really did a number on you."
Vanellope became infuriated as she shook her arms. "Ooh, just wait until I get my mittens on that strawberry shortcake!" She then felt her stomach grumble loudly as she whimpered, holding down her skirt again. "But, that will have to be after I pee!" She zipped away, right out of Tapper's as she continued trying to hold it in.
The bartender sighed as he shook his head. "Those Sugar Russians are pretty crazy." He muttered to himself as he cleaned the brown counter at the front.
Vanellope returned to the Game Central Station, only to bump into Sergeant Calhoun. Vanellope landed on her butt, shaking her head as she got back up.
"Settle down, kiddo, you're acting like your bladder is an erupting volcano?" Calhoun pointed out as she placed her hands on her heavily armored hips. "Wait a minute, is that the reason why you were acting so hyper?"
Vanellope squealed in pain as she got back up, holding down her skirt as she continued doing her pee dance. "I had a long day in Sugar Rush so I went to Tapper's to have a lot of root beer but I couldn't control myself because the sugar in the root beer was fueling me so now I gotta pee superbad but I don't know where to let it loose I can't seem to find a bathroom and the only one I did was filled up and then I got tricked by Taffyta-" She was speaking fast, obviously going through a literal sugar rush.
Calhoun placed her right hand on Vanellope's right shoulder. "Whoa, President Vanellope, calm down! I'm sure you'll find a bathroom eventually." She changed her facial expression. "How bad do you have to go?"
"Really bad!" Vanellope screamed in Calhoun's face as she pushed Calhoun away, heading southward and going to the west, into the arcade Sonic And SEGA All Stars Racing game. Calhoun shook her head in dismay as she sighed.
"Kids..." Calhoun muttered to herself as she pulled out her gun, heading towards Fix It Felix Jr. "Well, better go see how my honey bunch is doing..."
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Vanellope Von Schweetz made it into the arcade Sonic And SEGA All Stars Racing game, not being successful in finding a bathroom to pee in. She ended up in Seaside Hill, spotting Wreck It Ralph helping out BD Joe with his yellow colored taxi cab, with Sonic also there, tuning up his blue car.
"Oh hey, Vanel!" Ralph exclaimed as he waved to Vanellope with his giant right hand. "Did you find a toilet yet?"
Vanellope was squirming in pain as she continued holding down her skirt with both of her hands. "Sadly no! It's like this whole place is built without bathrooms! It's a nightmare!"
Sonic rubbed the back of his head with his left hand as he whistled. "Don't you have a bathroom in your castle back in Sugar Rush?"
Vanellope narrowed her eyes in annoyance as she glared at Sonic. "If I did, I wouldn't have been running around the entire Game Central Station looking for a potty would I?"
BD Joe shook his hands as he smirked. "Yo little girl, you shouldn't think about it. The more you think about your bladder, the worse its going to be!"
"But I can't stop thinking about it!" Vanellope exclaimed as she tossed her hands into the air. "If I stop thinking, I'm going to wet myself, and that won't be sweet for me!" As she exclaimed, she felt a bit warmer, her eyes widening in horror as she glanced down, gasping to see her skirt have a damp spot. "Oh no...!"
Ralph, Sonic, and BD Joe all gave each other odd glances as Vanellope screamed and panicked, covering her damp spot on her skirt with both of her hands as she ran out of the game, heading back into the Game Central Station and heading towards Sugar Rush, in hopes that she overlooked a bathroom in her game all along. BD Joe turned to Ralph as he got behind the wheel of his taxi cab.
"Did she always have this problem?" BD Joe asked out of curiosity.
Ralph shook his head as he placed his hands on his hips. "Just today, actually. She had a bit too much root beer for her own good."
"And that's no good," Sonic commented as he wagged his left index finger, shrugging as he received off glances from both Ralph and BD Joe.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz made it back into Sugar Rush, having accidentally let out some pee as she continued holding down her skirt. Much to her dismay, Taffyta Muttonfudge was blocking the entrance into Sugar Rush, standing on the rainbow bridge.
"Move, Taffyta! I don't have time for your annoyance!" Vanellope barked as she squirmed in pain.
Taffyta giggled as she placed her hands on her sugary hips. "Oh Vanellope, it's so sweet to see you going through pain. It makes me feel..." She stuck in a pink, strawberry flavored lollipop into her mouth. "Superior. Grand, to be exact."
Vanellope rolled her eyes as she fought back her urge to pee. "You listen to me, booger butt! You get out of my way right now, or I'm gonna be so pissed..."
"So pissed that you'll wet yourself?" Taffyta remarked as she poked Vanellope in the nose, smirking. "Well, go right ahead, President Peepee. Glitch right past me. You can do that."
Vanellope shook her head as she realized that. "That's right, I can just glitch past you!" And with that, she literally glitched right through Taffyta as she ran down the rainbow bridge. Unfortunately, there was some peanut butter spilled on the bridge, causing Vanellope to slide on the peanut butter as she was unable to stop her momentum, causing her to tumble down the bridge.
Taffyta laughed as she looked down, taking the lollipop out of her mouth as she shook her head. "What a glitch witch," She muttered to herself as she headed down the rainbow bridge herself, twirling over the spilled peanut butter.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz groaned in pain, being at ground level at the base of the rainbow bridge as Taffyta Muttonfudge approached Vanellope, smirking as she had the pink, strawberry flavored lollipop still in her mouth. Vanellope got up, shaking her head as she was feeling weak.
"Did you have a nice fall?" Taffyta teased as she poked Vanellope in the chest. "I heard it was your favorite season."
Vanellope slapped Taffyta's right hand away with her left hand as she snapped at her. "That's not funny, Taffyta! I could have broken my double stripes!"
Taffyta's eyes widened as she glanced down at Vanellope's legs. "Wait a minute, your legs are inverted colors?"
Vanellope placed her hands inside her pouch as she narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. "You don't know anything about me, do you?"
Taffyta rubbed the back of her head as she shrugged. "Well, I frankly don't care about you, royalty or not."
Vanellope growled as she attempted to choke Taffyta, but she remembered her peeing predicament, holding down her skirt as she squirmed in pain. Taffyta smirked as Vanellope exchanged angry glances with her, whimpering as she couldn't hold back her urine.
Rancis Fluggerbutter and Candlehead both came from the eastern direction in their karts, jumping out as they approached Vanellope and Taffyta, curious as to what was happening.
"Hey President Vanellope, are you all right?" Rancis asked as he placed his hands on his hips.
Candlehead scratched the right side of her head as she blinked. "Golly, I think Vanellope has to go, ya know, in the bathroom!" She received odd glances from Taffyta and Rancis, causing her to shrug. "What?"
"You two aren't helping this situation..." Vanellope muttered in pain as she opened her eyes, glaring at Taffyta. "I'm not joking around, Taffyta! Tell me where I can find the nearest toilet, and I'll spare you..."
Taffyta stuck her tongue out at Vanellope. "Spare me from what? A race? Please!" She rolled her eyes as she rolled her right hand, shaking her head. "If I wanted to, I could intentionally lose to you!"
Vanellope had enough. She got her hands off her skirt as she turned Taffyta around and slapped her across the face. "Shut up and listen to me, you ugly midget!" She barked angrily.
Rancis and Candlehead gasped as Taffyta was in shock, tears starting to form in her eyes as she was shocked to see Vanellope become more violent.
"I may be having a little urine trouble, but I'm not afraid to slap some sense into you, race or no race!" Vanellope exclaimed as she shook her arms furiously. "And as president, I command that you help me, or so help me I will have your butt executed! Do I make myself clear!" She panted as she was literally fuming with rage.
And then, it happened. Much to the shock of everyone, and double the dismay for Vanellope, a loud dripping sound was heard. Vanellope's anger was replaced with surprise as she looked down, her eyes widening as she noticed her skirt getting much darker, feeling more damp as her pee dripped out of her panties and onto the light brown sugar mud below her. Taffyta stopped crying as she blinked several times, not believing what she just saw.
"Vanellope... wet herself...!" Taffyta exclaimed as she puffed up her cheeks, trying to hold in her laughter as she placed both of her hands on her face. "Vanellope peed herself! In front of me! Pfft ha ha ha!"
Rancis had his jaw dropped as his arms flailed by his sides, literally speechless. "The president peed... in front of me..." He felt awkward as he started trembling. "For some reason, this turns me on..."
Candlehead was in awe as she blinked. "Wow... I didn't know we could pee!" She exclaimed, dumbfounded.
Vanellope was distraught, feeling her damp skirt as her panties were soaked. She glanced back up at the three Sugar Russians, her lips trembling as she started sobbing. She then placed her hands on her eyes as she cried loudly, running up the rainbow bridge and out of Sugar Rush as she left the others behind. Rancis continued feeling awkward about his arousal and Candlehead remained oblivious to what occurred as Taffyta continued laughing, rolling on her back as she spat out her lollipop, laughing too much to contain herself.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz continued crying loudly as she ran out of Sugar Rush and into Game Central Station, zipping and glitching past the huge crowd of various videogame characters. She bumped into Wreck It Ralph, who finished up his business with BD Joe.
"Oh Vanellope, are you all right?" Ralph asked as he glanced down at Vanellope tilting his head to the right. "You don't look good."
Vanellope sniffled as she looked up at Ralph, tears falling down her face. "Oh Ralph... I peed myself! I couldn't make it to the toilet in time..." She continued crying as she buried her face in Ralph's pelvis.
Ralph received odd looks from passing obscure videogame characters as he picked up Vanellope, placing her on his right shoulder. "Well, I'm heading into Pac-Man to go do the Bad Anon. Maybe we can find a dryer inside for you?"
Vanellope wiped her eyes as she nodded. "Yeah... that would be great..." She muttered, having a harder time speaking as she was still choking up in tears.
Ralph patted her on the back as he walked into Pac-Man, taking the train into the actual game, with Vanellope still on his shoulder, feeling damp. Upon arriving inside the bluish maze, Ralph placed Vanellope down on the ground, approaching Inky, who was minding his own business.
"Hey Inky, you know where the laundry room is?" Ralph asked as he rubbed his right arm, pointing at Vanellope. "My friend here had a little accident, and she needs to dry up."
Inky glanced at Vanellope, who was still sniffling, then back up at Ralph. "Yeah. It's in the southeastern corner. Though we do have a special guest from a console there..."
Ralph smiled as he nodded in response. "Thanks, Inky." He bent down a bit, patting Vanellope on the left shoulder. "All right, Vanel. If you need me, I'll be in the center of the game. You can't miss it."
Vanellope smiled somewhat as she hugged Ralph. "Oh, thank you, Ralph! I never had a good friend like you!" She then headed down the hallway, heading southeast, still feeling damp in her panties, while Ralph headed to the Bad Anon Meeting, with Inky simply making his way through the maze.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz continued heading down the hallway, heading southeast in hopes of finding a laundromat. She then noticed a closet that had a laundry stamp on it. She opened the door, to see a gray toilet that had googly eyes and pee stains on it.
"Finally, someone other than ghosts!" The toilet exclaimed, only speaking in loud, gross burps and farts, bouncing back and forth as the lid moved up and down. Despite all logic, the toilet was male. "I can't describe how happy I am to see something new for once in my smelly life!"
Vanellope held both of her shoulders as she trembled in disgust at the toilet. "Eww, you don't seem to be sanitary." She remarked.
The toilet sighed as he lowered his eyes. "Well, I have been abused by my original owners so many times. And when it comes to moving from consoles to arcades, it sure gets real dirty. Dirtier than in me, that's for sure."
Vanellope placed her hands on her hips as she tilted her head to the right. "Wait, you're not from the arcade?" She gawked, blinking several times in astonishment.
The toilet farted in response, continuing, "Yeah. I'm called Loggo the toilet, and I come all the way from the hit Nintendo 64 game Banjo-Kazooie."
Vanellope rubbed the back of her head with her right hand. "Isn't that the game with the bear and bird?" She shook her head slowly. "I think I may have vaguely heard about it..."
"Well, it's plugged into the Surge Protector at the moment," Loggo commented, referring to the fact that there was a Nintendo 64 hooked up somewhere in the arcade, "But from what I can tell, the Banjo-Kazooie cartridge is glitching out, so nearly everyone was forced to leave it."
Vanellope rubbed her right arm as she lowered her eyes. "I know what being glitched feels like..." She sighed as she closed her eyes, feeling more damp as she gasped, glancing down to see that she peed herself again. "Oh come on! Really?"
Loggo glanced at the damp spot on Vanellope's skirt, blinking as he commented with loud belches, "Urine trouble, huh? Why don't you use me?"
Vanellope shuddered as she closed her eyes, sticking out her tongue as she held down her brown skirt. "Yuck, no thanks... besides, I wanted to find a laundromat, not a potty..."
Loggo rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, there's a tiny problem with that. It's broke."
Vanellope gasped as her eyes widened, causing her to drop to her knees as she raised her arms in the air, screaming in terror, with Loggo simply watching.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz was still in the laundry room with Loggo The Toilet, Vanellope crying as she fell to her knees. Loggo sighed as he lowered his eyes.
"Look kid, crying about wetting yourself isn't going to make you feel better." Loggo remarked as he blinked a few times. "Trust me."
Vanellope sniffled as she rubbed her nose, standing up as she faced Loggo, replying while sniffling, "Well, what do you think I should do?"
Loggo took a few seconds to think of a proper response. "Maybe you should look into therapy. You have any of those in your game?" He replied in all belches.
Vanellope sighed as she placed her hands on her hips, obviously knowing what was and wasn't in Sugar Rush. "I don't think so, no."
"Therapy? Pfft!" Emitted down the hallway, of which was actually translated from loud flatulence, as a blue colored can of beans jumped towards Vanellope and Loggo. "No therapy is going to help you out?"
Vanellope rubbed the back of her head with her right hand as she placed her left hand inside her pouch. "Yeesh, and I thought I was gassy," She muttered to herself, blinking in astonishment. "First a burping and farting toilet, and now a farting can of beans?" Vanellope chuckled a bit, getting a tiny bit of humor out of the situation. "What's next, a plunger that sounds like doing its duty?"
Loggo sighed as he bounced up and down, replying in burps and farts, "Guffo, do you mind? I'm trying to help this young girl out."
Guffo scoffed as he narrowed his eyes. "Well, you're doing a splendid job, Loggo. I can see that she's being helped out."
Vanellope picked up Guffo, holding him with both of her hands as she got the giggles out of the way. "Okay, Mr. Farty Mouth, can you help me overcome my urine trouble?" She asked, obviously seeking what the can of beans was instigating.
Guffo chuckled as he promptly replied, "Well of course I do, booger breath! Just go sneak over to Hero's Duty, and you'll be quick to learn a thing or two about disicpline!"
Vanellope frowned as she dropped Guffo, placing both of her hands inside her pouch as she sighed, closing her eyes while shaking her head. "Yeah, like that will help me out..." She muttered as she sat on the floor, sighing.
Guffo and Loggo continued looking at each other, while taking glances at Vanellope as they continued bouncing in place, chatting with each other in loud flatulence, which caused somewhat of a disturbance for the Bad Anon Meeting as they overheard Loggo and Guffo's conversation.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz was still in the laundry room with Loggo The Toilet and Guffo the living can of baked beans, with Vanellope growing bored of waiting.
"I'm tired of wetting myself accidentally on the spot!" Vanellope exclaimed as she still had her hands inside her green pouch, puffing her cheeks up. "Do you two know any place I can go to man myself up?"
Loggo and Guffo exchanged glances with each other as they turned to Vanellope.
"Well..." Guffo started, speaking in all farts, "There is Hero's Duty. You ever tried that?"
Vanellope gulped as she began trembling, glancing down at her shaky legs. "It's a bit too dark and edgy for me..."
Loggo laughed as he slammed his lid harder. "Ha! Dark and edgy? That's every single video game ever nowadays!" He bellowed in burps and farts, calming down as he replied, "It's the hottest game in Litwak's Arcade right now! Well, next to the recently revived popularity of Fix It Felix Jr."
Vanellope's eyes lit up as she faced Loggo. "you really think I should give it a shot?" She asked, feeling better.
Loggo and Guffo nodded in response, or at least their bouncing could be considered nodding if possible.
Vanellope exclaimed with glee as she jumped in the air, hugging Guffo and then hugging Loggo. "Thanks you two, I feel better already!" After a few seconds, she opened her eyes, her smile disappearing as she pushed herself away from Loggo, realizing that she got herself dirty from hugging the two dirty objects. "Oh gross! I just hugged a can of beans and a toilet!" She placed her hands on her hips as she murmured. "Please tell me you got cleaned recently..."
Loggo sighed as he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, how I wish. I haven't been cleaned up in years."
Vanellope screamed in disgust as she ran down the hallway, eventually finding her way out of Pac Man as she headed back to the Game Central Station, with Loggo and Guffo looking at each other, unsure what to do.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz looked up at the electronically gate. Was Hero's Duty really a good choice to check out? She didn't think of it as she ran in, taking the highly advanced train as she made it to the entrance of Hero's Duty, being able to pass under many of the generic space marines as she made her way to the outskirts of the game, seeing plenty of Cybugs flying about, being blasted by more space marines.
"I'm not sure if this is a good place for me to control my bladder..." Vanellope muttered to herself as she still felt damp, placing her hands inside her pouch. "I sure hope that smelly old toilet was right..."
Suddenly, before she knew it, Vanellope was snatched on the shoulders by an adult Cybug. Vanellope screamed, glitching her way free as she fell down in the sky, landing on the back of another adult Cybug, which fired off green lasers from its mouth. Vanellope peed again, not being able to comprehend what was occurring right then and there as she held on tight, the cybug flying through the space marines and tearing them apart to pieces without even trying.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz was in Hero's Duty, trying to better herself over her potty trouble as she was clinging onto a giant cybug that was flying about, attacking space marines left and right with other, larger cybugs as the generic space marines fired as much as they could. Vanellope was peeing herself at every moment, not expecting Hero's Duty to be so violent and scary.
"How in all the Starry Starburst of sugar did Stinkbrain get his medal from this frightening place?" Vanellope exclaimed as the cybug went high into the dark, stormy guy, screaming as she clinged on, closing her eyes as the cybug was zapped, spiraling downwards.
Suddenly, another cybug pushed the dead spiraling cybug out of the way, with Vanellope being tossed across the air. Vanellope glitched, landing a few inches down on the ground as she noticed several dark, green zapped eggs in front of her, all of them hatching into baby cybugs. Vanellope gasped as she tried getting up, but she tripped, landing on top of a egg, freeing a baby Cybug. Vanellope turned around, to see it looking at her.
"Err... gosh, I'm sorry...?" Vanellope apologized as she slowly petted the baby cybug.
The baby cybug blinked as it scuttled onto Vanellope's right arm, scrawling down to her damp skirt, getting somewhat glitched as its green got less natural green and more sea green. Vanellope gasped as she noticed the baby cybug glance at her, its eyes too cute to resist.
"Oh my gumballs..." Vanellope mumbled as she placed her hands on her face, puffing up her cheeks, "You are so cute, I just wanna hug you!"
Suddenly, a trio of angry, giant cybugs surrounded Vanellope, opening up their frightening blue jaws. Vanellope screamed as she tumbled back, wetting herself again as she whimpered. The small baby cybug suddenly grew giant, revealing its frightening red jaws, scaring off the other cybugs as they fled, only to be blasted by the space marines. The giant cybug became much smaller again, turning to Vanellope and cooing her, rubbing its feelers on her right leg.
Vanellope blinked as she noticed that this particular cybug saved her life, picking it up and hugging it. "You saved me... I never would have expected a baby cybug to save my butt..."
The odd colored cybug chirped as it felt good being hugged by Vanellope, a nice sweet moment in the midst of a never ending war.
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Vanellope Von Schweetz left the dark, cybernetic world of Hero's Duty, heading back into the Game Central Station with her new, energetic friend, the sea green colored baby cybug. Vanellope bumped into Wreck It Ralph, who was heading to Tapper's for one more drink.
"Oh hey, Fart Feathers!" Ralph greeted as he placed his gigantic hand on his hips. "Did you finally overcame your little problem?"
Vanellope whistled innocently as she shook her head. "Not quite, but I have learned to appreciate it. Whether I like it or not, peeing myself is part of me, and I just gotta accept that and go with the flow." She then smiled as she looked Ralph in the eyes. "And there's no one I rather be, than me."
Ralph smiled as he lowered his eyes, patting Vanellope on the head with his left hand. "That sounds great, kid. I'm glad to hear that you managed to find a way to cope with it." He then lifted his head up, to hear the sirens going off. He waved to Vanellope. "Well, I gotta get back to Fix It Felix Jr.. I'll see you in a few hours, Vanellope!"
Vanellope nodded as she waved goodbye to Ralph. "Okay, stink brain! Take care!" She looked down at her pouch, speaking to her cybug buddy. "Come on, Pixel, I'm gonna give you a new home!"
The friendly baby cybug, newly christened Pixel, squealed with joy as Vanellope headed back into Sugar Rush. Her skirt was still damp from her urine, but she did not think of it any less, fully accepting it after the entire chaotic day.
Once back in Sugar Rush, Vanellope headed towards the Sugar Rush Speedway, only to bump into Taffyta Muttonfudge, who had Rancis and Candlehead behind her, along with the other racers, all who were ready to race. Vanellope smirked, her hands still inside her pouch, holding her baby cybug Pixel.
"So, the bed wetter returned, huh?" Taffyta teased as she took her strawberry flavored pink lollipop out of her mouth, smirking. "How was embarrassing yourself all over the arcade, President Vanilla Pee?"
Vanellope stuck her tongue out at Taffyta. "Well, if it was your elaborate plan to make myself go through a deep depression like I did back when I was considered nothing more than a glitch, you nearly did a good job." She smiled as she moved her head up, closing her eyes. "But, I have learned to appreciate being a bed wetter. There's nothing wrong with wetting yourself."
Rancis gulped as he felt his pants getting tighter, causing the racers to look at him oddly. "Oh geeze, Vanellope, stop making me so aroused..." He muttered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with his right hand.
Vaneloope giggled as she noticed Rancis's plight. "Oh Fluggerbutter, I appreciate the fact that you find me so appealing." She then revealed her damp skirt. "If it helps, I'm still a little wet down here..."
Rancis fainted from being too attracted to Vanellope, falling on his back. The other male racers rolled their eyes while shaking their heads.
Candlehead tilted her head to the right. "So, you're totally find feeling wet?" She asked, glancing up at the candle on her head and gasping, placing both of her hands on her face. "Oh my glob! I have a candle on my head! I never knew that!"
Vanellope shook her head as she shrugged. "Well, now that I have asserted myself, if you excuse me, I'm going to get ready for the race." As she was heading to her castle to get her kart, she stopped, turning around and smiling. "Oh by the way, have you met my new buddy?"
"New buddy?" All of the racers asked, except for Rancis and Candlehead, the former having fainted and the latter still having her mind blown due to her oblivious nature.
Vanellope then took Pixel out, revealing the cute, sea green cybug to the other racers. The other racers gasped as Taffyta approached it, glaring at Vanellope.
"You know the rules, Vanel!" Taffyta barked as she slapped Pixel off Vanellope's hands. "No outside things from the other arcade games! What is wrong with you?"
Pixel sniffled as it got back on its tiny legs, before growing to a much larger size, being twice the height of the Sugar Russians. Pixel bellowed as it revealed the light blue insides of its mouth, scaring the Sugar Russians as they all held each other. Taffyta screamed the most, falling on her back as she crawled backwards, completely devastated. Taffyta widened her eyes in horror, feeling much warmer as she glanced down, to see that she wet herself in fright. Vanellope noticed, also looking up to see that the other racers have also wet themselves, with Candlehead looking down to see Pixel's scary form, screaming as she started running in fright, crashing into a nearby red and white sugar cane and falling down, her legs in the air.
"Well well well, look what we have here," Vanellope commented as she patted Pixel, allowing it to return to its cute, baby form, picking it up in her hands as she approached Taffyta, chuckling. "Looks like I'm not the only one here who wets myself!"
Taffyta started crying as tears came flowing down her eyes, getting rub and rubbing her eyes with both of her hands. "That's because I got scared of your freaky bug, you stubborn glitch! It's not like I..." She was too broken down, crying loudly as she collapsed on her knees.
Vanellope smiled, being proud of making Taffyta make an embarrassment of herself as she looked up, to see the other Sugar Russians crying as well, besides the fainted Rancis and Candlehead. Vanellope giggled as she hugged Pixel, looking at it and saying, "While Ralph my be my best friend forever, you're definitely my number two, Pixel!"
Pixel chirped happily in response, and after a few minutes, with the arcade opening, the game of Sugar Rush would go on, with both Rancis and Candlehead taking the day off. All was well for Vanellope, who fully accepted her urine trouble, as well as gaining a new friend in Pixel.
THE END |
It's come to my attention that I promised more stories ages ago and never delivered. This story is quite a bit more uh, sexual, than my others, but hopefully I wrote it in a fashion that's believable and not just tastelessly smutty. I've always been on the fence about using such harsh words like "cock" and "pussy" because as a writer I feel it degrades my work. I've tried to be fluffy about it and use words like "manhood" and "flower", but it made my story feel immature and comical. I also tried straight "penis" and "vagina" but it ended up reading like a science book, so screw it, cock and pussy it is. Fun fact: the first 50% of this story is 100% true and happened to me in 9th grade, right down to the room number. The rest was where my adolescent mind wandered off to. ;)
On the Edge
It was Block One on a dreary Monday morning. A young man trudged to Room 129 for his first class of the day - English. He took a seat in his normal spot and wearily got his book on his desk, turning to the end of a chapter he read the night before. The other students filed in, and with a ring of the bell, class began as usual. The classroom was set up in two sets of three rows of desks, with each set of three facing the other across the room, with an expanse of drab gray carpet in the middle. He doodled idly on the top of his homework paper and his eyes began to wander to the other side of the room.
The other students seemed just as disinterested as he was. With glazed eyes he scanned the first row of desks across from his, in the first row as well. His eyes settled on the girl directly across from him, and he made every attempt not to stare. Her name was Ashley, and was certainly a sight to behold. She had blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and wore a light sweater top and a denim skirt with a brown belt. She wore flip flops and his eyes widened at how thick the bottoms were. He turned his eyes slowly down to his book at an attempt to look focused, but not before noticing that her right leg was crossed over her left, and she rhythmically shook her right foot so her sandal would patter repeatedly against her heel. Her toes were curled upwards, and kept her sandal from falling off.
He looked at the clock and sighed as only fifteen minutes had passed. He began to space off again as he turned his page to the start of a new chapter. This began the reading portion of the class, and the students took turns reciting paragraphs of a dull story. He payed just enough attention to catch his turn when it came, and quickly lost interest once his participation was fulfilled. He looked casually across the classroom at the girl again. She sat with both feet planted on the floor, and she was leaning forward in her seat. Her eyes appeared to be closed and he yawned in agreement at the idea of sleeping the rest of this Block away.
Suddenly, she pursed her lips and her eyebrows scrunched up. He perked an eyebrow at her and placed his hand on his forehead like a visor to shield his gaze. She leaned forward even more, then quickly sat upright and flapped her legs against each other slightly. He eyed her smooth and tan legs eagerly, and looked back down at his paper. She opened her eyes and looked around the classroom, as if to identify any onlookers. Indeed she did have one, but he remained unnoticed. He looked around as well, but his classmates were staring blankly at their books instead of anything else.
From underneath his hand he resumed watching her. She had once again leaned forward in her desk, both feet on the ground, with her eyes closed. Curiously, he stared entranced, until her expression strained again, her eyes still closed, and she flapped her legs together again, this time, more quickly and her legs opened slightly wider. He wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but whatever it was, he hoped she wouldn't stop.
His attention was diverted as the teacher moved on to a new lesson. This was the lecture portion. The professor took up a marker and began writing, as the other students began taking notes. He wrote the title of the lecture on the top of his page, and immediately shielded his eyes to watch the girl again. She had the end of her pen in her mouth, and appeared to be lightly nibbling the end of it, occasionally running it along her lips which had a sheen of lip gloss on them. He watched her intently and felt a jolt of excitement in his chest as she once again leaned forward in her seat and closed her eyes.
She shifted slightly this time, and her mouth opened partially. After about fifteen seconds of leaning forward, she once again quickly sat upright, and flapped her legs together. This time, he saw a quick glimpse of her light blue panties as she repositioned herself in her seat. He felt a throbbing run through his manhood and slid a hand in his pocket to readjust the impending erection. As she leaned forward and closed her eyes again, he abandoned all hope of paying attention to the lesson. He leaned forward on his elbow, still shielding his eyes. Her legs were slightly apart this time, and by tilting his head, he saw a sliver of her panties between her thighs. She bit down on the end of her pen after a short moment, slid a hand between her legs, and flapped them together once more. This time, the skin on skin contact between her shaved and soft legs could barely be heard.
His mind raced and he felt his breath quicken as he came to realize what she was doing. She was desperate for the toilet, and was repeatedly relaxing her bladder muscles until the tingle of an impending wetting was upon her, and just when she was about to leak she would constrict her muscles and purse her legs together to relieve the sensation. By leaning forward each time she was putting extra pressure on her bladder, and behind closed eyes she could avoid distraction and the subsequent accident.
His excitement was interrupted once again by a change in the lesson. The teacher began passing out sheets of paper that prompted a surprise quiz on the previous sections. He sighed with frustration and thought for sure this would be the end of his little show. He wrote his name on the top and began the test. He finished quickly and was glad he had been paying attention prior to today. He turned his paper over and sat quietly, looking over at the clock. Thirty minutes remained in the session and he sighed again, resting his chin in his palm. He gazed dreamily over in the girl's direction, and to his surprise, found her leaned forward with her eyes closed. Her paper was flipped over as well, and he became excited all over again.
She was hunched forward quite precariously this time, with her hands folded on her lap. He put both hands to his forehead and watched her intently. Slowly, she slid her legs apart so they were open about six inches apart. From his perspective directly across from her he saw the entirety of her crotch beneath her short jean skirt. He twisted in his seat as his manhood responded immediately to the sight. After a short moment, she pressed down on her lap and flapped her legs together vigorously. The other students, still involved with their test, didn't notice her at all.
She opened her eyes and looked around the classroom intently. He flipped his test back over and started to pretend to double check his answers, still keeping her in his peripheral vision. When he saw her begin to lean forward again, he flipped his test back over and carried on watching her. Her legs were spread apart slightly again, and she was bouncing both her legs up and down alternatively, her hands still pressed down in her lap. She leaned forward and closed her eyes. His gaze transfixed on her crotch, he held his breath when her legs stopped bouncing. She leaned up slightly out of her seat, and suddenly ran out of composure. Her eyes remained closed but she bit her lower lip and grasped the corners of her desk. To his surprise, a quarter-sized dark spot between her legs appeared as a hot jet of pee stained her soft cotton panties. She sat down and shoved both hands between her legs, looking around the room frantically.
Meanwhile, across the room, he had a hand shoved in his pocket and was stroking his manhood as inconspicuously as possible. He could feel the pre-ejaculate seeping through the lining of his pocket, making his hand warm and damp. His eyes darted back to her. She was now sitting on her right heel, her sandal resting on the floor by her desk. She was still leaned forward, grasping either side of her desk. She shifted slowly but rhythmically on her foot. He could only imagine the sensation as she pressed her damp cotton panties against her crotch with her heel. Knowing that he could not stand another moment, he shifted his manhood in his pants, and stood up just as the teacher asked for the collection of papers. Ten minutes remained in class.
He couldn't wait that long, however, and as he turned in his test he asked if he could go to the bathroom, citing an emergency, and promising to be back before the bell rang. He was allowed to, and he walked briskly out of the classroom towards the men's bathrooms. His manhood throbbed in his jeans and demanded relief from the sight he had just witnessed. He slowed his pace as he got closer, and rounded the final corner to the bathrooms. Before entering through the door, he heard the distinctive padding of flip flops at an almost running pace behind him. With one hand pressed against the door inside, he stopped short and looked intently around the corner.
Much to his surprise and excitement, Ashley appeared, frantically walking to the woman's bathroom, adjacent to but beyond the men's. She was hunched over slightly, her legs pressed tightly together. He smiled pleasantly to her as she looked up. She had a flustered and panicked look in her eyes when she saw him, and breathing heavily, said only "I really have to go". A lump rose in his throat and he said in return, "I know. I've been watching you all class". She stood up straight, looking slightly embarrassed. "Oh..." He put a hand on her shoulder gently. "I see you didn't quite make it all the way". She looked down at the ground as he continued. "But that's alright, it felt good, didn't it?" At this, she looked back up at him and smiled nervously. "Yeah... I guess you saw the whole thing." He grinned at her. "I did. And it looked like you were enjoying yourself as much as I was."
She began to giggle, but immediately doubled over and crouched down on the ground, wincing. She took in a sharp breath through her teeth. "Ooh, I really have to go..." His manhood throbbed at the situation, and he eyed the janitor's closet directly across from the bathroom he was standing in front of. He crouched down as well and looked at her in the eyes. "We still have time..." He nodded to the closet, and she followed his gaze. Breathing a frantic "Alright, hurry", she grabbed his arm and they darted inside, closing the door and turning the light on. As soon as they got in, she began looking for a place to relieve herself. She made a beeline towards the sink and stopped short, above a drain in the floor. She crouched down again and, lifting her skirt, she held herself with both hands. "Ahh, I'm going to have to do it here", she whispered loudly as she looked up at him.
He had his hand buried in his pocket since walking in, and was stroking himself vigorously, and without shame. She looked down at the floor, and then up at him. "If you're going to do it, I want to watch." His heart skipped a beat as she gingerly took one hand away from her crotch to pull him to her. She began to tug at the waist of his jeans as she bounced repeatedly on both her heels, still crouching above the drain. Not willing or able to hide his intentions anymore, he slid his jeans down around his thighs, exposing his manhood. The tip of it glistened with pre-cum and much like her, he was unable to take a hand away from the area. She grabbed at his jeans again and he looked at her inquisitively. "I can't go, you have to come here and take that off." Puzzled, he threw off his shoes, socks, jeans, and briefs, the heat of the situation combining with the risk of being caught sending his heart beating furiously.
"Sit down, hurry", she commanded. He did as he was told and sat on the cold tile floor of the closet. "Come here", she beckoned. He inched himself to her, his erection at full height. She kept beckoning him closer until he was directly below her, almost sitting on the drain. She hovered over him and lifted her skirt, exposing the entirety of her panties. The stain of the front had grown considerably since the first spurt of desperation. She reached down, struggling to balance on her trembling legs, and began to stroke the wetness of her panties with his manhood systematically. She had to go so badly that her muscles had completely seized up and didn't allow any natural flow. He moaned with pleasure as the head of his manhood grazed the warm wetness of her crotch. He looked up at her and her eyes were closed, expression twisted up like before.
Suddenly he felt a stinging warmth down his shaft and a heard a sharp "Ahh!" escape Ashley's mouth. He immediately looked down and saw the remaining drips of pee falling on his throbbing erection. She rubbed herself with the head of his penis more rapidly, suddenly stopping and letting another jet of pee spurt through her panties and onto him. He reached down and began stroking himself, but she bat him away. "I'll do it", she breathed heavily, and ran a fingernail up the underside of his shaft, which made the hairs on his neck stand.
"We have to do it now", she whispered urgently, and he raised an eyebrow at her. He looked down as she took her hand off his manhood and slid the crotch of her panties aside, revealing a freshly shaved and glistening pair of slightly reddish lips, tinted with excitement. She slid her index and middle fingers between her legs, parted her lips, and descended onto him. They gasped in unison as she slid easily onto him, slick with a blissful mix of juices and urine. She leaned back on both her hands and vigorously and repeatedly thrust herself down on him.
It wasn't fifteen seconds until she began spurting on him. He moaned loudly as he felt spurt after spurt of her hot pee bathe his cock, with a steady stream flowing down his thighs into the drain below. With a violent thrust she suddenly fell fully down on him and began peeing unconstrained with his cock deep inside her. His nails scratched at the tile floor as the audible hissing of her pee streamed frantically down his legs. He felt the distinct tingle and in return shot several heaving and equally hot jets of his own juices deep inside her. After what seemed like several minutes, she raised herself off of him and hobbled over to the sink to clean herself up. He sat still on the floor, his manhood still throbbing, and the last remnants of his ejaculate dribbling lazily down his shaft. The jolt of the bell rang, and he snapped to, standing up.
She walked over to him with a clean rag that she wet with warm water. She handed it to him as she walked past him to leave. With one hand on the door, she turned around, and with her free hand, lifted up her skirt, bending backwards to expose the warm wet patch of her panties that she was still wearing. "I guess I'll be wet all day", she smiled, and with a wink, she cracked the door open and walked into the crowd.
Edited June 22, 2013 by Tempest
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As the Arabic numeral in the Topic Title suggests, this will be the second of the series of fictions I hope to write about Tua. This one happens to continue the first story --- but I can't guarantee that the coming Tua-stories will be told in a strict chronological order. Probably not.
I have a reason why I've lately begun to write fictions instead of stories about my own experiences. If you're interested, you can read about it in the preamble to my first Tua-story. Let me just say, that it is still a lot of me and my own experiences in the stories. But you'll never know when it's my own experience or made-up. Or a little of each...
Other Tua stories:
https://omorashi.org/topic/14296-tua-a-naughty-little-panty-wetter-seduces-her-foster-mother/
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While Mary continued to prepare breakfast for the three of them, Tua went up to her room to dress for school. When she returned downstairs she came across Mary, who was fetching a towel from the hall cupboard.
"Oh, Mary, by the way," Tua said, "I hope you don't mind, I've borrowed nylon stockings and a garter belt from you! Look! Don't I look sexy? It's the first time I'm wearing nylon stockings..."
And she pulled up her skirt to the waist. Mary stood speechless and stared at Tua, who exposed her girlishly rounded legs in chestnut-coloured nylon stockings held up by a laced light blue garterbelt with garters running up her pale thighs. Slightly in contrast with her ordinary pink cotton girl panties, which she also wore... With a proud air she took a glance at her vision in the hall mirror.
"Ooops!" She exclaimed. "Jeez! I've got so excited by my own sexiness that my panties have got a wet spot on the crotch!"
Finally had Mary found her tongue:
"Stop talking rubbish, young thing! Breakfast is served, come on!"
Reluctantly Tua pulled down her skirt and followed Mary to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Tua!" John greeted from behind his paper.
Tua returned his greeting and went to the cooker, where Mary served her tea. Still aroused Tua let the Evil One take possession of her. She looked behind her and noticed that John, sitting with his back against them, was still occupied by his paper. Then, standing beside Mary, holding her tea cup with one hand, she quickly sneaked her other hand in under the front-end of Mary's skirt . Before Mary had a chance to react, Tua had reached all the way up to the crotch of Mary's panties. Mary didn't know what she should do. Her primary thought was to not make John to notice them. So she didn't know better than to stand still and do nothing. Tua put down her tea cup and turned to Mary. She gave Mary a mischievous smile and began to caress her pussy outside her panties. With eager strokes she pushed her fingers into Mary's pussy. Mary squirmed.
"Tua, stop it!" She whispered.
"Why?" Tua whispered back. "I can feel that you like it. You're already getting soo very wet!"
But in that moment they heard rustlings from John's paper. Quickly Tua drew back her hand from Mary's pussy. As quickly Mary pulled down her skirt and went to sit down at the table, opposite to John. She was careful to not sit on her skirt. She was very aware of that her panties were dripping wet. All sorts of thoughts whirled around in her head. She'd become so excited; as a fact she hadn't been far from getting an orgasm under Tua's eager fingers. The thought that she'd been so suggestible made her embarrassed. And today she couldn't blame her arousal on being drunk. She gave a profound sigh.
John looked up from his paper.
"What's up, Mary? Your face is all flushed!"
"Is it?" She hesitated. "Oh, I was careless when I took the teapot from the cooker and got steam on my face."
Nice rescue, Tua thought and giggled. She went and sat down beside Mary. She moved her chair close to Mary's, and cheekily she placed her right hand upon Mary's thigh. Mary reached down under the table and tried to move away Tua's hand. But Tua availed herself of the opportunity to drag Mary's hand over to her lap. With her other hand she pulled up her skirt and then she swiftly brought Mary's hand up between her parted thighs all the way up to her crotch. Mary tried to free her hand from Tua's grip, but it was firm, and Mary didn't dare to struggle too much, as she was afraid of drawing John's attention to what was going on. Helplessly she experienced how Tua brought her hand to caress her little step daughter's pussy upon her damp and warm panties. She felt Tua's poking clit throbbing against her fingers. Against her will her fingers began to nibble at the stiff clit. But when she noticed Tua beginning to pant, she got afraid, that John would notice them. Think if Tua orgasmed! She would probably scream. The thought scared her so much, that she managed to withdraw her hand, taking Tua by surprise. Quickly she rose from the table, not giving the young girl another opportunity.
Having finished his breakfast (and his paper) John rose from the table, took his jacket and his briefcase and left for work.
Tua gave Mary a mischievous smile.
"As much as I wanted you to continue, I guess you made the right thing to stop it. I was so close to come, you know, and John would surely have noticed that! I guess you really don't want him to know, do you?"
"Of course, I don't! And he won't. From now on there will be no more of this nonsense. You hear me?"
Tua rose from the table and went up to Mary. She gave her a hug and a quick kiss.
"Maybe!" She said. She took her rucksack with her schoolbooks and left the house. She led up her bike and rode away to school. Her sticky panties were clinging round her pussy, and she could feel the saddle now and then rubbing against her clit. She also felt a sensation of a rapidly growing desperation to pee. She recalled that she'd forgotten to pee this morning. She tried really hard to hold on, it would feel so embarrassing to arrive to school in pee-soaked panties. On top of the dampness from her pussy juices... At the same time the saddle rubbing her pussy made her more and more aroused, which wasn't at all propitious for her ability to hold back her pee.
Suddenly she lost control and started to pee her panties. She stopped biking and straddling the bike with one foot on each side she completely peed herself. She'd at once hitched up her skirt to avoid wet stains on it, and now she was showing nylon stockings, garters and pink panties, through which her pee was really cascading onto the bikepath. Luckily there was nobody near her apart from two girls coming from a distance against her. She tried to stop peeing before they would come too much closer, but it was impossible. Instead a built-up, approaching major orgasm hit her body and made her give away a scream. Her whole body shook, her knees almost gave away and she had to lean against the handlebar. Her orgasm made her pee force her panties in splashes.
While her orgasm ebbed out, the two meeting girls came closer. Passing Tua they looked fascinated at her and the big puddle between her feet. And she was a sight, where she stood leaning against her bike with her skirt around her hips, revealing the poor girl in her nylon stockings, garterbelt and panties, still dripping from her pee!
"At least I don't know them!" she muttered to herself.
Her first reaction after she'd wetted herself and orgasmed was to turn and get home again. But then she realized that she had an important math test, for which she'd put a big amount of studying. So she went on to school.
When she arrived, she met Kate, one of her best friends. She took her aside and whispered:
"Kate, I peed myself on my way to school! My panties are so soaked! What shall I do?"
"Tua, you can't wear those panties all day! They'll smell awfully! You've better get rid of them. Let's go to the toilet, in there you can wash yourself too."
They went to one of the girl's toilets. Kate locked the door behind them. Tua began to undress.
"What a luck I managed to hitch up my skirt before it got wet", she said and stepped out of the skirt. Kate stared at her.
"You're wearing nylon stockings and garterbelt! Oh, you look so sexy!"
"They belong to my stepmother, I pinched them this morning! I'll better take them off as well so they won't get wet. Luckily I don't seem to have got any pee on them too."
Kate sniffed in the air.
"What's that smell? It's not just the smell of pee... It's something else... Right! It's pussy smell! I can feel it!"
Tua blushed.
"Nah, it's nothing...", she mumbled.
Naked from the waist and down she began to wash her pussy. She was very careful, she rubbed the inside of her pussy thoroughly with soap putting her fingers deep inside. Looking at her Kate felt twitches in her lower abdomen. Then she realized that they hadn't much time before their first lesson.
"Hurry up, you horny minx!"
Tua put on the nylon stockings and the garterbelt again, but threw the soaked panties in the wastebasket.
Having finished school, it was a very content Tua, that biked homewards. She was pretty confident that she'd done well on the math test, and was satisfied that she'd decided to continue to school after her wetting accident. And what a luck to have a good friend like Kate. She giggled. She'd noticed, that Kate hade become quite horny seeing Tua wearing nylon stockings and then when she washed her pussy!
Tua continued her ride home. She felt the fresh wind sweeping around her bare pussy. When she stopped at the traffic light showing red, she touched the saddle with her hand and felt, that it was quite wet!
When she came home she met her stepmother in the living room.
"Oh, Mary, would you believe it! I had an accident on my way to school this morning! No, no, I'm not hurt, it was a wetting accident! At first I thought I'd better return home, but then I remembered the math test today so I went on. When I arrived, I met Kate and told her, that I'd peed myself. She convinced me that I shouldn't wear the soaked panties all day and took me to the toilet, where I washed my pussy. You should have seen Kate, when she noticed, that I had your nylon stockings and garterbelt on! Anyway, I threw my wet panties in the wastebasket. And what a luck I continued to school! The math test went really well! And Mary! You should really try to ride your bike without panties! It felt so nice to feel the wind caressing my pussy. Haha, the saddle got so wet! But not from pee this time..."
"Hush, hush Tua, John is in the kitchen, I don't want him to hear such talk! But well done with the math test! I'm proud of you!"
"B... but I didn't say anything about you and me... I just said I'd an accident. Oh, and that about the saddle..."
"Anyway, those kind of things are not for your stepfather's ears, remember that!"
"Promise, Mary, I'll be more careful! And I understand, that what you and I are doing, doesn't concern him!"
"What you call 'you and I are doing' will never happen again! Do you understand that?"
"Whatever...", Tua answered and went up to her room, by that ending their discussion. |
Hi This is my first story, so tell me if you guys like it. This takes place between episodes 13 and 14. With that said, lets begin.
The docks were completely silent. It was almost three A.M. as meister Maka Albarn, along with her partner, Soul Eater Evans, watched the docks from the rooftops.
“So Maka, what was this guy’s name again?” Soul asked his partner.
“They call this guy Davy Jones,” Maka said. “Lord Death said that he’s a pirate, sailing the seas in search of souls.”
Soul noticed that Maka looked distracted. The was usually so focus. Soul was about to ask, but Maka continued.
“Since he has been loose for a while, we have reason to believe that he is close to becoming a Keshin. We have to be ready,” she ended, but she still seemed off. Soul decided to ask.
“Maka, is something off?” He asked.
“No, nothing is off. I’m fine,” she laughed awkwardly.
“C’mon Maka, I’m your partner. You can tell me anything.”“Fine. The truth is...” she paused.
“Yes....”“I REALLY HAVE TO PEE!” she whined, shaking. “I forgot to go to the bathroom before we left, and I really have to go.”Soul tried not to laugh.“Well, we have a minute. Just go,” he was partially worried about her fighting ability being impaired by having a full bladder, but Soul also wanted to see her pee. She was never as easy to get a glimpse of as Blair. Then again, Blair left the door open every time.
“HELL NO,” Maka shouted, “I'M NOT GONNA JUST PISS ON THE ROOF.”
Soul sighed, but saw something running of the docks.
“Get down,” Soul whispered to Maka. “Get down.”
They lied flat on the roof and watched the docks. They saw a man running from the right of the docks, apparently not hearing them and seemingly running from something. Or someone. From nowhere, a being appeared in front of him. The man was tall, about six and a half feet. He wore slacks, and a large, black coat, covering a grey shirt. He also wore a tri-brimmed hat, which covered his face. He also wore a large black boot. His other leg was a wooden peg. He held a cutlass, which he used to cut the man in front of him in half. The man fell apart, leaving only his soul. The figure grabbed the man’s soul, and devoured it.
“That’s him, lets get him.” Maka said, jumping off the roof. When she hit the ground, the blow went straight to her bladder, making her slightly more desperate. She ignored it, and pointed an accusing finger at the man a few feet in front of her.
“Davy Jones!” she said, as Soul landed next to her. “Your rampage has lasted long enough. We are here to end it. Soul, if you would.”“Of course,” he said as he transformed into a scythe.
“Now, PREPARE TO DIE!” Maka yelled.
“Arrrggggg,” Jones said, “Ye talk big, lassie, but lets see if you can live up to those words.” From his coat, he pulled a flintlock pistol and fired it at Maka. She blocked the shot with Soul’s edge, cutting the round in half, but knocking Maka back a few feet. The blunt of the impact, however, went to Maka’s bladder, making her desperate. She shrugged the hit off, and charged, getting close enough to Jones and swung, aiming for Jones’ head. He blocked the hit with his hand, then delivered a swift kick directly to Maka’s lower chest, sending her into the air. In mid-air, Maka slightly lost control, releasing a spurt of pee into her panties. She quickly took control back, but hit the ground and lost control again, but regained control before more than a drop was let out. She got up, and looked down quickly. Her skirt was still dry, so she paid it no attention.“Are you ok, Maka?” Soul asked.
“I’m fine,” She responded. “What about you.”“I’m ok, but he’s coming.”
Maka looked up to see Jones rushing at her, cutlass raised to attack. She blocked the hit, but was knocked back another few feet. Another spurt hit her panties.
Damn, he’s tough.
“Aww, lassie. Too weak to fight back?” Jones laughed, and slashed again. This time, Maka dodged the attack, going under the hit and stabbing Jones in his side. She turned around and faced Jones once again. He turned to face her, with another flintlock in his hand. He fired at Maka, hitting her shoulder, not penetrating skin, but hurting her none the less. She gripped her arm in pain, losing control of her bladder longer this time. Her panting leaked slightly, a few drops hitting the ground below her.
“Soul,” she squeaked. “We have to use Witch Hunter.”“Lets do it,” Soul responded.
“LETS GO: SOUL RESONANCE,” the two shouted. Despite Maka’s lack of focus, the two’s souls connected.
“Now for the legendary skill of the scythe meister. WITCH HUNTER,” Soul transformed into Witch Hunter, and Maka swung downward at Jones. He tried blocking the attack with his blade, but Witch Hunter cut through the blade, and Jones, cutting him in half. He then fell apart, revealing his soul, a kishin egg. Soul transformed back into his human form, walking up to the soul, and swallowed it whole.
“Another excellent meal, thank you Maka.” He then looked back to her meister, but was surprised at what he saw. Maka squatted on the ground, urine flowing out of her panties and onto her skirt and the ground. Maka sighed in relief, but looked up to see Soul staring at her. Before he knew it, Maka had uppercutted him, sending him into the ocean.
“TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, SOUL, AND NO ONE WILL EVER FIND YOUR BODY!” she yelled. She emptied one last spurt of pee into her panties, and was empty. She felt her panties were completely soaked, and the front and back of her skirt showed, dripping as well. Soul climbed out of the water, soaked as well, only with water.
“WHAT THE HELL, MAKA, IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU PISSED YOURSELF!” He yelled.“Never mind.” She sighed. “Lets just go home. I need to change.” |
I posted this in request, bit that isn't going to happen. So here we are, a FMA about Envy, my favorite sin.
Envy sat in a the office of Mustang, the man who caught him. Soon enough, Bradely would come and free him.
Not that he was worried about that. He was worried about his full bladder. That's actually how Mustang caught him, he was looking for a place to releave himself.
"Oi, flame head."
Mustang looked up from the endless pile of paperwork, glaring at the nickname he acquired. He really wanted to burn this guy to a pulp, unfortunantly President Bradley wanted to question him, a.k.a., set him free with no damage done.
"Just because you aren't ash, don't assume we're chummy," a vain throbbed on his forehead. How could he handle Envy and demonic paper work?
Envy just ignored everything said, "Where's the bathroom." he glanced around, keeping a calm exterior.
"Like I haven't heard that one before. As soon as I let you go, you get away. I wasn't born yesterday."
"Niether was I. I think I could cone up with a better excuse than just needing to piss!" at the mention of the word piss, he cringed. Sure be could hold on, but it was uncomfortable.
"I don't think Humunculi need to 'piss' as you so rudely put it." not even bothering to look up from his work any more.
"Who cares what you think. Your half baked thoughts aren't as good as fact. Fact Is that I need to go!"
"I'm just going to ignore you now," he said more to himself than to the green haired sin.
Envy grumbled to himself.
After an hour, Envy had moved from his pouty position of leaning back with his arms crossed to sitting strait up with one of his hands not too discreetly jammed between hi legs, making the skirt part of his skort ride up.
"Mustang, I wasn't joking before, I am certainly not joking now. I need to go!" he put extra emphasis on the need.
Again, no response from the raven haired man at the desk.
A small spurt dribbled out, making a tiny wet spot on the already dark material. A small 'eep' followed. His other hand joined the first at his crotch I'm an attemp to keep back the floods.
"Mustang, I swear on my life, if you don't let me go now, I'm going to pee all over your couch."
"Fine!" Roy finally answered, slamming his hands on the desk and an agry vain on his forehead. "If I take you, will you SHUT UP?" the pile of paper on his desk hadn't gone down by a single paper in the last hour, the sin finally noticed that.
Quickly be nodded, his green, palm tree like hair bouncing along with his head.
Roy got up and walked down the hall, Envy following, hands still clutching at his member. It was an awfull experience.
Every step he took, he leaked. He couldn't believe this! He, a being above all humans, who had started wars, lived longer than any human, was on the verge of an accident.
As they walked down the halls, people stared at him. It was an odd sight, seeing a teenager crouched over, holding himself like a toddler. And to top of off, the flame alchemist was acting like it was completely normal.
"C-can we hurry up?" he knew very well if they sped up, he wouldn't be able to keep up in his crouched position.
Did Envy just stutter? Roy smirked, was this sin more desperate than he thought? He pretended not to hear.
"P-please?" I guess he was more desperate than either of them thought. He turned to face the teen.
"I don't think you can handle of if we go faster." it was true, the boy was already lagging a bit. "Don't worry, we're almost there, he smiled, but one full of mock instead of concern.
Envy just whimpered in response.
Soon enough, he opened the door to a single person restroom. After the sin entered, he locked the door behind both of them, much to the other's surprise.
Aren't you going to, you know..." he tried gesturing to the door, but it was hard seeing how both hands seemed to have taken permanent resident at his somewhat damp crotch.
"I told you, I wasn't born yesterday. As soon as I leave, you're probably going to do something," he crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
"Well, I'm not going to pee in front of some perve!" he would've crossed his arms, had they not been occupied.
"This is your only chance," he warned.
"F-forget it." Mustang could see the sweat on the sin's brow as a particularly long leak escaped. Now there was a wet spot barely peeking out from beneath the hands.
"Well, now's a good of time as any to wash my hands." he turned on the faucet, first a slow dribble, slowly getting louder and stronger, just to tease Envy.
It worked, the homunculus couldn't hold it any longer. Slowly, like the faucet, he began to release. First a steady stream trickling down his leg, then a mad current burst from his member, soaking his skort and seeping through his hands. The sound of his forcefull stream seemed to echo.
Ashamed and disgusted, he just stood in a big puddle of his own urine.
"Now that that's over. Let's get you back to my office, Bradley shouldbe waiting to question you," once again, acting like everything was completely normal.
"N-no. I-I'm not going out there!" he tried his hardest to sound tough, but be felt so ashamed. A two year old could probably handle their bladder better than he just proved he could.
Not to mention how the people who had watched ammused as he painfully made it down the hall, would think if he returned after having an accident. He was Envy, for crying put loud. They had no tight to judge him on whether or not he was potty trained!
Mustang left without a word, leaving the sin to wallow in his own pity for a bit.
Now that the man was gone, Envy shamelessly cried.
After a few minutes of self-pity, he looked up to see the homunculus Wrath, standing, watching the eight before him.
"How pitiful. Pride could do better than this."
His comment was met with a glare and a shakey, "Sh-shut up bastard."
Still, despite the hurt ego, he followed the president out. Wanting nothing more than to clean up and forget the whole ordeal,
Edited June 26, 2013 by Gods Of Death
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