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The Heart Nebula 7500 light years away from EarthChapter 3 In Love with Penny... againAs I was looking at my computer screen thinking about Penny's accident and how it turning me on..... was I falling in love with her again? Penny suddenly got up.She walked over to the captain and spoke softly to him, but I was close enough to hear what she said."Um...... Captain Jake, may I be excused real quick?" asked Penny.I guess she was getting pretty uncomfortable by now sitting in her very wet absorbie. "Yes you may, Lieutenant," answered Capt. Neil.Suddenly a starship appeared on my scanner. It barely had time to register before-"Captain! Incoming fire!" I yelled just as the starship took a shot which passed close enough to our vessel for us to feel the impact of its shock wave as it went by.Penny fell down on her rear, accompanied by a wet squishing noise from her absorbie.The captain quickly helped her up and told her to go back to her station. "BATTLE STATIONS EVERYBODY!" Captain Jake shouted now."Captain, we're being hailed!" shouted our communications officer, Corporal Peterson. She was a Human female in her early 30's, and she had the most dazzling red hair I had ever seen on anyone in my life."Patch them though, Corporal!" ordered the captain. "S.A vessel! You are in the Banit territory, turn around and go back to where you came from immediately!" demanded the captain of the Banit ship.Banits are an insectoid race with ant-like faces, four arms and two legs. They are a very territorial species and don't welcome any other race. We have tried to enter into peace negotiations with the Banits, but still can not come to terms with them. "We're on a very important mission, Captain. Pleaseallow us passage through your zone. We mean you no harm, and we will be gone before you know it," said Capt. Neil in a very calm and soft voice."And what, may I ask, is this important mission?!" yelled the Banit captain. I flicked on our internal comlink and whispered in the captain's ear before he spoke."Captain, we should tell them our mission; the Banits will think we're threatening them if we don't," I said softly to the captain."Yes I agree." whispered back Capt. Neil as the captain of the Banit star ship was moving his head back and forth, trying to hear what we where saying."We're tracking a Fetisain vessel that's in this sector, and it's very important that we catch up with their ship." said Capt. Neil."Lies!" yelled the Banit captain "Our deep space scanners can range many light years away into space. If they were here, we would know it!" exclaimed the Banit captain with rage. "You’re using scanners calibrated for plasma shields, but the Fetisains use a unknown type of invisible shielding.... all we know is it gives off a little bit of background radiation; that's what you need to be scanning for." Captain Neil tried to explain helpfully,keeping his tone of voice calm."Lies, lies, lies!", the Banit captain yelled once again as his mandibles moved back and forth. “Since you refuse to retreat, you leave us no choice. Open fire!"His weapons officer immediately obeyed the command, and I fell down on my backside hard as our ship took a direct hit, having neglected to fasten my seat belt when the Captain called for battle stations.When I landed on the floor I felt a little bit of pee escape out of my bladder and dampen my red bikini string panties, but I didn't have time to worry about it too much; I just got up and ran back to my work station computer to help out."Damage report, Commander Stardust!" ordered Capt. Neil. "No damage, captain!" I quickly replied. "Should I fire our lasers?" I asked, the tension of the moment making my bladder start to feel really full."Yes, give them an answering shot to a non-critical area of their ship, and be ready to fire gamma torpedoes on my order!" Capt. Neil tersely commanded."Aye aye captain!" I answered as I pushed the button on my computer to fire lasers at the Banit ship,damaging it just enough for them to understand that we were able to do more if we wanted to. Even as I obeyed the Captain’s order, I was thinking, ‘Why do they see us as these evil villains who are after their planets? We have our own, we even have ten times more territory than they do...', but it’s their nature to be defensive, I suppose.After a couple of minutes of silence from the Banit ship, I felt as if my bladder was going to burst.If all this isn't over soon, I might just end up peeing my pants in front of all my crew mates, I thought as I felt yet another drizzle shoot out of my bladder into my panties.I looked down and thankfully my pants were still dry, but just as I did, another stream escaped. This time a little wet patch had formed on my pants.Good thing our uniforms are black, I thought to myself.Meanwhile, three minutes had passed and the Banit vessel still didn't fall back. Holding their ground, they unleashed several quick salvos, using up all their gamma torpedoes in the process but only managing to damage a few non-critical areas on our ship's hull, and not too badly at that. Their weapons technology isn't as advanced as ours. "Corporal Peterson, send a last warning saying we will destroy them if they don't fall back!' ordered Capt. Neil.Even so, he was clearly not happy with the way things had escalated into a battle; in fact, we all were still hoping they would just listen to us and go back home, but it certainly didn’t look like that was going to happen at this point."Aye aye, Captain!" she answered, and moments later we got a response."Captain, they said ‘Over their dead bodies!"Corp. Peterson frowned as she repeated the Banits’ reply."Man, what is wrong with them?" Capt. Neil said angrily. "Aurora, fire those gamma torpedoes now!" he ordered.Obeying his command, I sent out two gamma torpedoes. As the torpedoes hit their vessel the Banit ship was obliterated in a matter of seconds, leaving only a large scattering of debris in space.I felt great sorrow for the Banits; I didn't want to destroy them, but it had to be done.I also felt something else now… the urgent call of my bladder."Nice shot, Aurora, that's my girl!" shouted out Capt. Neil as he got up. "Pilot, head back on to course before more of those Banits show up!" ordered Capt. Neil as he walked over towards me. “All ahead full speed!” he ordered then smiling at me with opened arms going to hug me which I had to prevent or I'll be in big trouble! "Captain, can I be excused please?" I said in a whisper, before the hug made contact with my body.My bladder was now making me feel the need to release its contents even more. As I got up from my chair, a stream of pee shot out, making me bend over and cross my legs to stop the flow."Sure, Aurora." he said, trying hard not to laugh at me. I’m sure he knew what was up as I walked very carefully to the elevator. "Can I be excused too, Captain?" asked Penny."Yes, you may also." answered Capt. Neil. "Hey, wait up, Commander!" yelled Penny as she ran up to me in the elevator before the doors closed."You have to pee too, don’t you, Commander? asked Penny, looking at me with her beautiful green eyes.“You can call me Aurora in private, Penny. We’re friends, after all…”I was openly holding myself now, and as the elevator started its descent the motion of it made me pee myself again. I could feel the warm wetness of it going down my legs."OMG, I do have to, and I’m not going to make it, Penny!" I cried. "I have a idea, Aurora!" she said as she started to take off her uniform pants."Penny, what are you doing!" I yelled, seeing her in her pink absorbie that was so full that it sagged. She then took it off."Just pee in my absorbie," she explained."But you already peed in it! It’s full, and it’s going to leak all over the place!" I said, jumping up and down trying to keep control and prevent myself from peeing."It's okay, Aurora; just hurry before the doors open!" she yelled as she put her hands on her crotch. I quickly took off my pants and panties, Penny was staring at me the whole time that I was undressing, then looking at my pee-stained panties on the floor.I was out of other options now, so I quickly put on the absorbie. It felt so weird on my body, feeling Penny's absorbie full of cold pee against my skin. The minute I got it on, my bladder let go without my command. It felt so good to finally release everything I had been holding for all this time, but just as I’d predicted, the poor pink absorbie couldn't hold all this pee and started to leak everywhere!"Quick, Aurora, switch back!" she yelled. We did, and just before the doors opened, Penny pulled me aside and stood in my small puddle on the floor. I looked over at Penny, and I could see the absorbie was still leaking as my warm pee dripped down Penny's legs."But Penny, now everyone’s going to think you peed yourself." I said."It's okay, Aurora… no one’s going to judge a Bladdoar girl for wetting herself!"We both laughed because it was so true.The elevator doors opened, and a Human man walked in with a very shocked look on his face."Oh, Lieutenant; it looks like you’ve had a little accident. I'll call a cleaning crew for you, no worries," he said with a friendly smile."Thanks!" she said. As we both walked out of the elevator, we started to laugh because we knew what had really happened in there.We walked to my quarters and Penny asked if she could take a shower and borrow some clean clothes.I said, "Of course." Rummaging through my locker, I found a cute light green absorbie and a pair of clean uniform pants and handed them to her as I took a pair of pink panties with white polka dots on them and another pair of uniform pants for myself as well.I told her that she could take the first shower, but she grinned a very sexy smile at me and grabbed my arm and led me into the bathroom with her. She shut the door and started to kiss me, but I pulled away from her."Hey, what's wrong?" she asked "I, um... still have to pee." I said, embarrassed."Do it in your pants, right here, right now." she grinned and licked her lips. I smiled back and ran my hands though her light purple hair, and then I took off my pants because I thought it would be sexier for Penny if she could see me wet my panties. I even took off my shirt as well, so that I was now standing there in just my red bra and panties."Should I do it in the shower so I won't make a mess?" I asked. "Well, duh!" she said, giving me a little push."Hey, don't push me!" I laughed as I kissed her then stepped into the shower and started to pee right through my panties for Penny.Meanwhile, she took off her uniform, and standing there in the shower with me in her pink bra and very wet absorbie, she started to kiss me very wildly and put her hand on my crotch through my wet panties and started to rub my vagina.I responded by putting both of my hands on her soaking wet absorbie and squeezing it hard.As the mix of urine, both Penny’s and mine, shot out of it, it fell to the shower floor and swirled down the drain. Penny and I looked down and we both started to giggle like crazy.
Story written by SciFiGirl Edited by frostyjr2
Edited February 14, 2014 by SciFiGirl
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Well, I did promise weird stories, didn't I? I suppose it's best to start with this one, as it's fairly short as far as my writing goes. Fair warning, this does not involve humans. They're robots. Yes, omo robots. That's my thing. If that's too weird for you, and I can totally understand why it would be, feel free to turn back now. These two are the main characters in a little fictional universe I created that has an incredibly complicated backstory which I'm sure you have no interest in, but just know that I've made it so that they have basic human needs, as they're built to be as humanoid as possible. And on of those needs is the need to use the bathroom, as you'll see. I'd also like to apologize of the guy in the story seems a bit off, being a girl makes writing from a guys perspective a matter of guesswork... not to mention my skills at writing in general are quite lacking, as you'll also see... And with that, on with the story!
Tide was only a few steps away from reaching the top of the steep staircase when she stopped dead in her tracks, forcing Skye to halt just behind her. Both confused and worried by the desperate femmes immobilization mere meters from the restroom, the mech reached out questioningly.
"Tide?"
The femme didn't move from her current position, trembling with her thighs squeezed together and her hands pressed against the metal front of her skirt. A loud keen of pain passed her lips, and she stooped down, sinking on the spot. Unsure of what to do and with his face uncomfortably close to the femmes behind, Skye tried to get her attention again.
"Ti-"
The full name didn't even have a chance to pass his lips when the femmes metal skirt retracted in a flash, sliding into a belt like sheath on her waist. The sight of her bared pelvic plating sent a shock through the mech. He'd always hoped to see the femme beneath her secondary covering, but this was hardly the time, place, or manner in which he'd expected to do so.
Before he'd even had a chance to recover from his initial surprise, he heard the familiar clicks of pelvic plating unhinging automatically, and he only had time to widen his optics when he realized what was about to happen. With a heavy clatter, the femmes silver covering fell between her legs, the end dangling off the step she was standing on. Pump pounding, the mech could just stare at her fully exposed femmehood and aft, so close he would only need to step forward, lean upward and they would be touching his face. His optics swept down her smooth, sculpted aft and locked on the delicate, virginal lips, completely untouched and glistening with lubricants from her struggle. The soft blue folds were swollen from the massive torrent that was waiting to spray from her valve, and he saw a few escaping beads intermingling with her other fluids. So engrossed was the mech that he didn't notice her cry out in defeat as she squatted and bent her knees, forming a diamond between her legs as her body forced her to submit to the inevitable. He did, however, immediately see her lips part on their own accord, giving him a full view of her valve, port entrance, and pleasure bud. A single, yellow drop fell from the femme, coming to a rest on her metallic underwear below. Realization dawned on the mech, and his entire faceplate lit up. She, the femme of his dreams, was fulfilling his greatest and most secret fantasy; peeing in front of his very optics. Had he been thinking clearly, Skye would have jumped to her aide, perhaps carrying her the short distance to the restroom. But, as enraptured as he was, the mech couldn't bring himself to move, and he only watched his fantasies become reality.
A single squirt was all that got by at first, sailing down to join the drop and pool in the curve of her plating still resting between her feet. A thin, broken trickle followed, squeezing out between her lips to patter against the metal and run down the inside of her thighs in broken dribbles. Almost too quickly to see, the thin tinkling thickened and increased in pace, forcing her exhausted valve to open and let the waterfall escape. A loud hiss accompanied the torrent of pee, and was matched only by the pattering as the stream collided with the plating that her body had, ironically, thrown off to avoid getting it wet. The pee collected quickly beneath her, and the puddle soon overran the brim of the stair to flow down onto the next and so on, creating a waterfall that ran down the stairs and through the mechs legs.
An open window at the top of the stairs let in a ray of sunlight as the clouds conveniently parted outside, shining bright, midday light straight into the stream. Skye felt his jaw slack as the clear yellow fluid became sparkling gold in the sunlight, illuminating every precious drop that was squirting from the femme. He could now see the rivulets that had broken away from the main stream flowing down the femmes legs, hot and steaming from being pent up as they raced down to the floor. Their crisscrossing trails made the femmes silver thighs glisten, and the mech could feel the warmth radiating from them as the urine continued to flow. Creators, he just wanted to reach out and feel it, if only for a moment. But what little common sense he still possessed kept him back, and he remained a spectator.
The femme, however, was not enjoying herself as such. With a thousand yard stare, she could only stand immobile as she continued to relieve herself against her will. Clenching and unclenching her fists, she tried to comprehend her situation. Hot pee continued to flow from her hole and run down her legs, making thinking quite difficult in the haze of relief. She was peeing herself, and not only that, but her boyfriends unfortunate face was only inches from the spectacle. Creators, she could only imagine his look of horror, or worse, disgust, as she she continued to pee on his staircase. But, despite all of that, she suddenly became aware of how little shame or embarrassment she felt in spite of her initial horror. Instead, at that moment, with her burden flooding out of her in a warming rush, she could feel only ecstasy. The hot urine cascading down her legs and squirting to the floor brought relief that she'd never known, sending waves of tingling, near orgasmic pleasure throughout her body. In the deep recesses of her mind, she'd always had a fascination with these kinds of things, and to have it happen in reality felt wonderfully forbidden.
In an instant, the stream slowed as her body stopped pushing on its own and just let the pee flow, even though she was far from done. Biting her lip, the femme looked down her stomach at the now sluggish stream, watching as it arced lazily to the floor and spattered upon contact. Feeling a rush of bravery in her haze of ecstasy, she threw caution to the wind, spreading her legs and lifting her aft into the air. Biting her lip, she closed her optics, took a breath, and pushed. Immediately, the stream tinkling from her valve thickened into a spray, sending droplets flying as it split into multiple, thinner rivulets. The femme moaned shakily as her own pee flowed down her legs, quivering as she looked down to see the powerful jet gushing from between her thighs. A few squirts slipped back between the cheeks of her aft, delighting her with tickling warmth and making her shudder as it dripped off of her behind to trickle down the back of her thighs.
Shaking once he saw that Tide was enjoying herself as well, Skye could only fight the urge to begin pleasuring himself on the spot, and instead just continued to watch. Another moan slipped out of her as she pushed again, thighs trembling as the massive torrent surged out of her tiny valve and teased her pleasure node. Feeling her bladder tank hit fifty percent capacity, she let out a sigh, hugging herself in her haze of delight.
Watching the show with wide optics, the mech closed them for a moment to focus only on the symphony of delightful sounds that went along with it. The hissing, trickling, dripping, squirting, pattering, gasping and moaning alone were enough to make him very aware of a growing rush beneath his own plating, and he opened his optics to watch once more. For the first time, the stream began to fluctuate, losing its wild spray and thinning into a single arc that pattered against her drenched plating on the floor. Looking back to her femme parts, Skye couldn't help but admire her lips once more, and how they appeared even more appealing while squirting out a stream.
Now panting from her efforts, Tide squeezed down on her near empty tank, feeling true relief and clarity settling in as she finished her accident after nearly two minutes of peeing. A sense of weariness filled her, making the previous sensations of pleasure and ecstasy fade enough for her to become aware of notably less positive emotions growing within her. As the urine flow slowed to an almost delicate tinkle and finally into fluctuated squirts, a deep sense of shame, disgust, and horror filled her. She was naked from her waist down, her boyfriend was right behind her, she was moments from a perfectly usable bathroom, and she was peeing herself.
And, worst of all, she had liked it.
Humiliation like nothing she'd ever known surged through her, making hot tears drip down her cheeks just as the last few drops of pee fell from her valve. Like a little podling, she'd had an accident, and was now dripping in her own puddle. The once warm pee coating her from the waist down lost its heat in the open air, and literally acted as a chilling reminder to what she'd just done. A choking sob came up from her throat as the full implications settled in. Skye probably hated her now, and most certainly would never want to talk to her again. Cold air over her port reminded her of how exposed she was, and how her position had given the mech a full view of her now former privates.
She started crying in full as she lowered her skirt to cover her shame, and the noise was enough to wake Skye from his daze. Snapping up, the mech realized with horror how mortified the timid femme must have been, and he immediately went to her side. Looking to her tear stained face, he was immediately filled with regret and shame. Fragging idiot, all you had to do was carry her! But no, you just sat back and got a good peek, how noble of you...
"I-I'm sor-ry. I d-didn't mean to..." Tide sobbed, squeezing her optics shut and not daring to look at him. "I just c-couldn't hold it anym-more. I'm s-so sorry..."
"Hey, hey it's okay..." he soothed, putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "It's alright. Almost veryone has an accident at some point... It's nothing to be ashamed of..." The tiny femme didn't seem to draw any comfort from the words, so he decided to start making amends for his lack of action.
"Come on babe, let's get you cleaned off..."
There is more after this, but as it's unfinished and fairly... intimate, I wasn't sure if I could post it or if anyone would even be interested. If you are, message me and I'll send you the rest when it's done. Again, I'd like to apologize if this is awful, I'm not exactly a very talented writer. ^^; |
Since I've only posted fiction that I made up, on this site, I've been wanting to try a fan-fiction story. If there are any fans of Stargate on this site, then hopefully you like it.
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Why didn't I pee while I had the chance? Lt. Mary Springs thought as she put on her Kevlar vest and tightened her boot strings. She had been drinking a lot of liquids throughout the past few hours and now, she was about to go on a mission, with no time to stop in a restroom.
Lt. Col. Katherine Andrews clapped her hands and smiled as she saw that her team was ready. "So, SG-Twenty Four, you guys all ready?"
Dr. Michael Rivers, a fifty year-old scientist, grumbled under his breath as he didn't very much like going off-world through the Stargate. He did, however, quite enjoy studying specimens brought to Earth from alien planets, which was the only reason he was even a member of SG-24.
The other scientist in their team was a young, twenty-something girl, with a small body, short, blonde hair, and small breasts. Her name was Dr. Michelle Green and she was almost always excited about going off-world. With a smile on her face, Dr. Green replied, "I'm ready to go!"
Lt. Col. Andrews shook her head and chuckled, causing her red pony tail to sway behind her head, as she looked at Dr. Green. "You remind me of a little kid pretending to be a soldier, Green!"
Mary stood up from the bench where she was sitting, in front of her locker, and quickly shut the door in front of her. She turned to look at Michelle Green, who looked a little odd wearing her helmet, Kevlar vest, boots, and SG uniform. The sight would have been amusing under normal circumstances, but right then, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, all she could think of was her rapidly filling bladder, which already held eighty percent of its total capacity.
"You alright Springs?" Lt. Col. Andrews asked, raising an eyebrow at Mary.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Mary glanced at her team leader and smiled. "I'm okay. We better get to the Gate Room."
Mary's team leader nodded, but said nothing as she looked suspiciously at her. She turned around and led the way out of the locker room, into the hall. Dr. Rivers followed after her, all suited up. He shook his balding, gray head and grumbled quietly as he walked out.
Mary made no move to follow and she groaned quietly as she felt her panties becoming wet from the arousal brought about by her increasing desperation.
"Are you going to be okay Mary?" Dr. Green asked. "You look and sound like you're in pain."
Mary smiled at the cute little scientist as she wiped sweat off of her forehead with her sleeve. "I'm going to be alright. Don't worry about me."
Dr. Green smiled. "Well, we better catch up with the rest of the team. We don't want to get in trouble with the Colonel, do we?"
Mary nodded and slowly walked out into the hall, with Dr. Green picking up the rear. The team of four walked through the halls, towards the armory, to retreive their weapons. It was required to take them with them, just in case they ran into hostile enemies.
Along the way, Mary felt like she was sweating all over her body from worrying that she wouldn't make it to a restroom in time and from the discomfort she was enduring.
In the armory, Lt. Col. Andrews picked up one of the Jaffa Zat guns and stuck it into a custom-made holster on her belt. She turned around and watched as Mary and Dr. Green entered the room. She grinned from ear to ear and said, "So, you two finally caught up with the rest of us, eh?"
Mary nodded and grabbed a sidearm, a couple of ammo clips, and a p90 submachine gun from one of the weapon racks. Then she was all ready to go, with the exception of her dire need of a toilet. While Mary waited for the rest of their team to get their equipment, she shook her hips slightly and tapped the toe of her right boot on the floor.
Lt. Col. Andrews got a p90 submachine gun for herself and a few clips. She smirked at Mary. "You look like you're all ready to go!"
Mary nodded. "Yes, I want to get this mission done and over with."
In reality, what Mary really wanted to do was run to the nearest restroom, strip off her gear, sit on a toilet, and sigh from the relief of letting a powerful stream of urine gush into the water below. Unfortunately, if she did that, she would be in trouble with her team leader, who was very strict and easily became angry with irresponsible team members. She also knew that if she were to wet her pants off-world, she would be in trouble then, as well.
No, don't think about wetting yourself! You've got to hold it! Once everyone else was ready, Mary led the way out of the armory and the rest of the team followed her to the Gate Room.
Major General Henry Landry, or Hank, as some called him, watched with a grim look on his face as SG-24 entered the room where the Stargate waited for them. The mission that this team was about to go on was an important one. He considered sending SG-1, but Col. Mitchel and his team were busy with other important work on another planet.
In the gateroom, Mary tried to stand still so no one would know how badly she needed to pee, but with her bladder filling more every minute, her need was becoming more difficult to hide.
Lost in thought, Mary stared at the floor and thought once again about finding a toilet, sitting down, and relieving herself, but it seemed that such a thing was only a fantasy.
While the team waited, the Stargate began to slowly dial as the guy behind the dialing computer dialed out, to the planet where SG-24 was going.
Dr. Green kept glancing at Mary, who was holding her p90 with one hand and rubbing her leg, inches away from her crotch, with the other. She really wanted to put a hand against her crotch, but was afraid that people would see. Maybe when we get on the other side, I can piss behind a tree or bush. It's a primitive world with lots of forest in the area. There's got to be a place I can pee.
Mary looked at Dr. Green and their eyes met for a second before Dr. Green blushed and looked away. Barely noticing that Michelle had blushed, Mary thought about getting on the other side and asking her team leader if she could relieve herself behind a tree, but was afraid that the answer would be no.
When Mary first joined the SGC and became a member of SG-24, a year earlier, there was a woman in the team, who was about twenty five years old, who repeatedly asked Lt. Col. Andrews if she could go behind a tree and piss, during a mission. The former member had not seemed desperate to Mary, though she was probably good at hiding it, at first.
Lt. Col. Andrews' response had been, "Captain Fisher, you're a grown lady and should be able to control your bladder. You're going to use a toilet when we get back to Earth, like a lady!"
After that incident, the former member wet herself before returning to Earth and left SG-24 soon after. She had been replaced a couple of weeks later by Dr. Michelle Green, the young, pretty, blonde scientist, who Mary guessed was about her age, twenty-three.
Knowing that she would not be able to hide her desperation much longer, Mary started marching in place as she watched the sixth chevron on the Stargate lock. I hope I can sneak off somewhere so I can pee without the Colonel knowing. If I try to hold it until I get back to Earth, I'm going to wet myself, like that one girl!
Keeping her thoughts to herself, Mary continued marching in place as the seventh chevron on the Stargate locked. An unstable vortex burst out of the front and quickly receeded into the event horizon of the Stargate, as it always did.
Mary clenched her jaw and held onto her gun for dear life, wishing she could throw it down to the floor and put both hands between her legs. She could feel her bladder swelling as her kidneys continued to fill it. Soon, she would no longer be able to contain the flood within, and she was on the verge of panic.
"Let's go, shall we?" Lt. Col. Andrews looked back at her team and smiled at them. Mary and Dr. Rivers both looked uncomfortable, while Dr. Green was grinning from ear to ear.
"What's the matter Lieutenant?" Lt. Col. Andrews asked. "Usually, you like doing this stuff."
Mary stopped marching in place and nodded at her team leader. "I-I'm just not feeling very well today."
Lt. Col. Andrews frowned at Mary. "That's because you've been cooped up in the base all day. You need some fresh air on an alien planet! That always makes me feel better."
The team leader looked away from her team and walked up the ramp towards the blue, shimmering event horizon of the Stargate, which made Mary think of water, with lots of tiny ripples in it. The very thought caused her to feel a powerful urge to pee and she froze in place, with her legs pressed together.
Come on, control it Mary. Control it... As her team walked through the Stargate, the bladder spasm passed and Mary frantically hurried after them. Once they were all through, the event horizon destabalized and the Stargate shut off. |
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Dr. Michelle Green took another glance at Lt. Mary Springs as the gate shut off behind the team. It was so obvious what was happening in that sexy woman's body. The worried look, she can't stand still, she acts like she's hiding something, she is desperate to pee.
Knowing that Mary Springs was bursting for a piss made Michelle's panties all wet underneath her uniform. Her clit was bulging and she really wanted to rip off Mary's clothing and strip off her own clothes. A slight grin appeared on Michelle's face as she started to fantasize.
Mary, it would be so hot if we stripped off each others' clothing and made hot, passionate love while you lost control and pissed an ocean all over my naked body. Michelle's grin grew as she imagined the scene.
She imagined Mary straddling her stomach as she grabbed Mary's large breasts and played with her nipples. She imagined Mary gasping and groaning, as she stroked the hot, desperate Air Force woman's clit with her fingers, while at the same time hot pee gushed out of Mary's body, all over Michelle's stomach and chest.
Mary caught Michelle staring at her and she narrowed her eyes at her, all the while bending at the waist and groaning softly. Michelle blushed again and looked away, knowing that such a fantasy with Mary would remain only that, a fantasy.
"Alright, we've got an hour journey to the village," Lt. Col. Andrews said as she ran a hand through her red hair. "Everyone stick together. No one go off by yourself. I can't order you civilians to stick with us, like I can with the new Air Force gal, but your safety is my top priority."
The Colonel turned away and led the group down a long path through the trees. Michelle kept glancing at Mary as they walked towards the village at the end of the path. She noticed that Mary was frantically looking around at the trees around her.
She is probably going to try and sneak off so she can pee behind one! Michelle thought.
"Are you thinking about going off by yourself?" Michelle whispered.
Mary shook her head and grimaced. "Of course not. I would never disobey a direct order."
Michelle looked down, without Mary noticing, and found that she had one hand between her legs, while hiding it by holding her gun over it. Clever...
"Well, if you do go off by yourself, Lieutenant, I'll tell the Colonel."
Mary shot an angry look at Michelle and snarled, but said nothing.
Michelle couldn't believe it! She now had Mary under her control, who was probably more afraid than ever to hurry into the forest for a long-overdue pee. She also couldn't believe that she was forcing someone to hold in their pee for her. This was a fantasy she had for most of her young-adult life, but she felt guilty about controlling someone's bladder against their will.
Michelle wanted to undo the belt around her pants and shove her hand down between her legs so she could masturbate. She was so horny that she just about couldn't stand it. Unfortunately, right then was not the time for it. She was with her team, going to a village that had been attacked by a group of evil men, who were part of the Lucian Alliance. Whether they were a rogue group of members or not was unknown, but they had stolen food and gold from the villagers, as well as raped some of the women and young girls there.
When Michelle thought about the task at hand, she felt sudden rage and forgot all about her fantasy for a moment. The Lucian Alliance had been a terrible enemy, with the members being just as bad as the Goa'uld System Lords they replaced.
In the village itself, there was a large, hairy man, with a big beard, wearing animal skins, preaching to the villagers, who were standing on their knees as they listened. "The gods have abandoned us and sent the Lucian Alliance to punish us for the unforgiven sins that some among you have committed! Everyone repent now and they shall return to us with forgiveness and save us from the evil that has fallen upon us!"
Behind the man, SG-24 arrived in the village, after their hour-long walk and Michelle heard every word, not sure if she should feel sorry for the deluded man or if she should be angry at him, in the off chance that he was a con-man, trying to control the villagers through fear and guilt.
"Hello there," Lt. Col. Andrews said as her group joined the crowd.
The preaching man turned around and smiled at them. "So, you have heard our people's cries for help and have come to our aid?"
"Yes," the team leader replied.
Michelle took the introductions as an opportunity to take another peak at Mary, who still had one hand between her legs and was hiding it with her p90. She was standing up straight, but her face was red as she looked at the villagers. Michelle could also see that Mary's jaw was clenched as she stood there, trying not to soak her pants.
The man in the animal skins shook Lt. Col. Andrews' hand and then he turned around to talk to the people again. "Villagers! The time for our salvation has come! It is because you have repented of your sins! Now, the gods shall return to us!"
Michelle shook her head, unable to believe the nonsense that she was hearing, but that is when she heard footsteps hurrying through the woods, rustling leaves and snapping twigs, somewhere off in the distance behind her. She turned around to see who was there, but saw no one. What in the hell?
Over across the village, a man dressed in animal skins, like the bearded man, poked his head out of a hut. He was quite a bit younger than the guy who was preaching and looked as if he was in his late twenties. He took aim at SG-24 with a Zat and Michelle was the only one who noticed. "Everyone, look out!"
Lt. Col. Andrews and Dr. Rivers dropped down to their knees as the man in the hut fired. The energy from the Zat flew towards Mary and she opened her eyes wide as she froze in fear. When she was hit, she grimaced, dropped her gun, and fell to her knees.
"Mary!" Michelle cried, as her fallen team member fell face-down to the ground. She got down on her knees and rolled Mary over, just in time to see a wet patch appearing between Mary's legs. She could hear the loud hiss from the stream of pee that was gushing out of her and a small trickle of clear pee passed through the material and drizzled to the dirt below.
Lt. Col. Andrews aimed her p90 at the hut where they had been shot at from, but the man inside had taken off into the forest.
Behind Michelle, another Zat was fired and Michelle was struck in the back. She cried out in pain and slumped over on top of Mary's unconscious body, which was still peeing a river, forming a puddle underneath it in the dirt.
***
"Fall back to the gate!" Lt. Col. Andrews ordered. She got up and picked up Michelle with one hand.
Dr. Rivers remained on the ground and covered his head. "Dear God man, get up and help me!" the team leader cried.
She let go of Michelle as she heard rustling behind her and turned around just in time to see a man aiming at her with a Zat. She took a shot at him, striking his shoulder. He cried out as he fell backwards into the leaves.
Dr. Rivers got up from the ground and ran back in the direction of the Stargate, crying out in terror, completely forgetting about his team.
"Get back here!" the Colonel cried, but he did not listen.
She picked up Michelle again and looked at the bearded man who was watching her with a grin on his face. "You are not taking those women back with you, Colonel. We need them for our salvation."
Throwing down her p90, Lt. Col. Andrews picked up Mary and started to hurry back to the gate as she carried them. Quickly, the bearded man hurried into a hut and grabbed a Jaffa staff weapon. He walked out into the clearing and powered up his weapon.
The Colonel and her fallen team members were moving surprisingly fast, down the path, but they had not gotten far enough, as they had not yet reached the curve up ahead, which would have allowed them to take cover behind some trees.
The bearded man took aim and fired one shot, striking the Colonel in the back. She cried out and fell face down in the dirt, dropping both of the women she was carrying. Four men hurried out of the woods and two of them each grapped Mary and Michelle, before pulling them away.
Lt. Col. Andrews rolled over and pulled the Zat out of her holster. She turned it on and took aim at one of the men who were pulling her teammates into the woods, but she did not fire, because she feared accidentally killing the two women she tried to save.
The bearded man hurried down the path and shot the Zat that was in the Colonel's hand. She cried out as the staff blast burned her fingers and she dropped her weapon.
Once the bearded man was standing over her, he looked down and smiled. "I have decided to spare you. Go back to your world, but come back here no more. Your friends belong to the gods now."
Lt. Col. Andrews snarled at the man. "No, I will not go back home without them!"
The man frowned. "So be it!"
He aimed his staff weapon down at Lt. Col. Andrews' head, but did not fire. The Colonel closed her eyes and waited for death, but it did not come. "Maybe there is no need to kill you either, Colonel. Perhaps the gods have better uses for you."
The Colonel opened her eyes and looked up at him, but showed no fear, though her heart was pounding violently in her chest. Suddenly, the eyes of the man standing over her glowed white for a second. She had a bad feeling that her fate would be worse than death. |
Ah, but you won't have to be disappointed for long. I sort of did this on purpose. I made up a team that would be in trouble, this way, SG-1 would have an excuse to go on a rescue mission, ending up with Vala and Sam finding themselves in "situations".
3
George Paulson was looking at the Stargate through the window in front of him. Since replacing Walter Harriman, who transferred to the Pentagon from Stargate Command, George loved his new job, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to fill the shoes that were left for him to fill. When things got interesting, he feared that he might panic and screw up, thereby putting the Earth in danger.
There were two other guys in the room with him, one of them looking up at the ceiling, obviously bored, and the other was reading a book. Though the other guys thought that they had another uneventful day ahead of them, with the three SG teams that were off-world not scheduled to be back for a few more hours, George was afraid that this would be the day that he finally screwed up.
The guy who was staring at the ceiling looked at George and noticed the worried expression on his face. "Don't worry man, everything will be alright. Nothing's going to happen."
George looked at him and shook his head. "That's what you think."
Just then, the Stargate became active and the chevrons started to light up, one-by-one. George quickly closed the iris and turned on the alarm. "Unscheduled off-world activation!" George cried. "See, I knew something would happen!"
A team of guards hurried into the Gate Room and got in position, ready to shoot down any enemies that came through, as the event horizon appeared on the other side of the iris.
General Landry came down the steps at the back of the control room as George received an IDC.
"It's SG-Twenty Four, sir!" George cried.
"Let em' in!" Gen. Landry said.
George opened the iris and then Dr. Rivers of SG-24 rushed through. "They've been taken!" he cried. "They took them!"
The Stargate shut off behind Dr. Rivers and General Landry quickly made his way into the Gate Room, to find out what happened. As soon as Dr. River saw the general, he hurried towards him. "General, the rest of the team was taken!"
"Who took them Doctor Rivers?"
Dr. Rivers pointed at the Stargate as he started to hyperventilate. "The people on the planet, they said stuff about gods, salvation, and sin, and took them into the woods!"
General Landry grabbed the frightened scientist's arms. "Calm down, it'll be alright. We'll send someone to get them, I promise."
Dr. Rivers closed his eyes and nodded. He started to breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm himself.
***
SG-1 was already back at the gate, after the SGC dialed to their location and let them know that they were needed right away. Vala was happy to be going back, as she found the meeting they were having to be dull and boring. Not only that, but she had been drinking a lot of water from the well in the town they were staying in, mostly to give herself something to do, but also because she became quite thirsty, due to the hot climate. The generous people people had said that SG-1 was welcome to drink from their well, any time they wanted.
While waiting for Daniel to dial to Earth, Vala could feel her bladder filling and swelling. Please hurry up Daniel. Though she was not yet desperate, she was becoming extremely uncomfortable.
Hoping to distract herself from her bladder, Vala asked Cameron what was going on. "So, why are we going back already?"
After the unstable vortex of the Stargate burst out the front and receeded back inside, Daniel sent the SGC their IDC. While doing this, Cameron looked at Vala and frowned. "We've got to rescue SG-24. They were captured on a mission and only one of them made it back."
Vala nodded. "Oh. So, as soon as we get back, we've got to go off-world again?"
"Indeed," Teal'c said.
Vala started shifting her weight from foot-to-foot, wishing she could have time to get to a toilet, while on Earth, but it sounded like it wasn't going to happen. Cameron and Daniel walked through first, while Vala and Teal'c went through last.
After emerging on the other side, General Landry was standing at the base of the ramp, waiting for them, as the Stargate shut off.
"So, how did your meeting go?" General Landry asked. "Sorry I had to interrupt it."
Cameron smiled. "It was dull and boring, but other than that, I'd say it went great."
Vala was about to mention something about using the restroom, but she was interrupted by General Landry, before she could even open her mouth. "I've sent a message to Colonel Carter to come and help you, since it sounds like you might need all of the help you can get. She's been busy lately, but she had some spare time, so I'll be sending her through, after you. She'll be accompanied by SG-3 when you see her."
General Landry left the Gate Room after wishing SG-1 good luck and they got off of the ramp, to a safe distance away from the Stargate, so it could be dialed. While waiting for the Stargate to dial out, Vala started shaking her knees and rubbing them together. She bit her lower lip as she watched the fifth chevron lock. Though she was almost never uncomfortable about saying what was on her mind, for some reason, when she was in dire need of a restroom, she found the idea of telling people that she was desperate to be very humiliating.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow at her when he noticed how much trouble she had with standing still and he grinned, but said nothing. Vala did not notice as she was focused entirely on her increasing need to urinate. Why didn't I say something? Oh god, I'm going to burst if I don't pee soon.
As soon as the wormhole was open and they were able to safely walk through the gate, Cameron got up on the ramp and turned around to look at his team. "Alright guys, let's go kick some bad guys' asses and save SG-Twenty Four!"
He seemed to be the only one enthusiastic about the new mission, so he said, "Calm down everybody, it's not that exciting..."
After his last comment, Cameron turned around and walked up the ramp. The rest of the team followed him and all Vala could think about as they went through was relieving herself into a toilet.
Once on the other side, the team emerged on the same path that SG-24 had taken to the village. When Vala saw the trees all around, she felt excited to know that relief was just seconds away.
When the Stargate shut off behind them, Vala whispered to Daniel. "Um, I'm just about dying for a piss. I'm going to go behind a tree."
Upon hearing that, Daniel's eyes lit up and he nodded. He watched while Vala hurried off into the trees, to find a place to pee.
"Where are you going?" Cameron asked.
Daniel smiled and chuckled. "She told me she was dying to use the little girls' room."
Teal'c smirked and Cameron laughed as Vala went behind a large tree, just wide enough to hide behind. She blushed, knowing that the team knew that she was nearly bursting. She set her p90 on the ground and unfastened her belt.
Yes, finally! Vala thought as she pulled down her pants and slid down her panties. She squatted down and closed her eyes. She was about to relax and let her pee drizzle on the ground, when she heard a loud rustling sound, just a few feet in front of her. She looked up and saw a man with short, white hair, wearing a gray tunic and pants, watching her from a bush, just ten feet away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Vala cried, quickly covering her exposed crotch and standing up. In her surprise, she lost a small squirt of pee into her panties.
From around the tree, Daniel and Cameron rushed to Vala's side and aimed their guns at the man in the bush. Vala folded her arms over her chest, annoyed that she had been interrupted.
"Come on out," Cameron said.
The guy hiding in the bush slowly walked out from the other side, with his hands up in the air. "Do not hurt me! I only want to help."
Vala pointed at the man angrily and narrowed her eyes. "Do you call spying on a woman while she's, um, doing her thing, helping?"
The man's face turned red. "I did not mean to spy, it's just that I thought the preacher and his people were coming back, so I hid. I was just trying to see who you were."
Daniel and Cameron lowered their weapons and the man lowered his hands. Vala started swaying her hips side-to-side, wishing they would just leave her alone. Come on guys, I really need to go!
The man pointed at the Stargate through the trees. "I saw the preacher and his men take three women, from your world, through the ring of the gods. They were taking them as an offering so that the gods would save us from the Lucian Alliance."
"Who are these gods?" Teal'c asked, suddenly stepping out from a cluster of trees, directly to the man's right, startling him.
"All I know is the preacher says that the gods needed to use people from our village as hosts. He's been telling everyone that the Lucian Alliance attacked us because we stopped serving the gods, after their jaffa armies turned against them. He insists that the gods are not dead, just gone away, abandoning us and leaving us at the mercy of the Lucian Alliance."
Teal'c snarled. "This preacher has told you lies. The Goa'uld System Lords are most certainly all dead."
Vala continued squirming where she was standing and crossed her legs, trying to act like she wasn't desperate. In the short amount of time it had taken them to leave the meeting, get to Earth, go back through the Stargate, and find the man hiding in the bush, her bladder had filled up another quarter of the way. If she didn't pee soon, everything in her bladder would gush out of her, on its own. Why did I have to drink so much water?
Deciding that it was time to speak up, Vala balled her hands into fists. "Guys, I know this information is important, but I was in the middle of something."
Teal'c bowed his head and grabbed the man from the bush. "Come." The man cried out as Teal'c pulled him along.
"We'll see you in a few minutes, eh?" Daniel said as he and Cameron turned and walked away, chuckling.
"I told her she shouldn't have been drinking so much from the well," Vala heard Daniel say. Cameron laughed and Vala pulled her pants and panties down. She was about to squat down and finish what she started, but was interrupted again when she heard the sound of a Death Glider approaching overhead.
No, not another interruption! Vala covered herself up as the Death Glider fired down at the path where SG-1 was. She grabbed her gun and hurried out from her hiding spot.
"It's the Lucian Alliance!" the white-haired man said. "We must gather the villagers and get them out of here. They will not be able to handle another raid!"
As Vala hurried back onto the path, Cameron said, "We need to get the villagers out of here. We're going to have to go after SG-Twenty Four later!"
The rest of the team and the man from the bush hurried towards the village. Vala bit her lower lip and squealed before hurrying after them, afraid that she wouldn't be able to relieve herself before her bladder emptied itself on its own. |
4
A glider overhead fired down into the village, completely destroying a hut and everything inside. Vala was helping a couple of women and a young boy escape from a hut just a couple hundred feet away and the force of the blast nearly sent her falling to the ground.
As the two women and the boy fled towards the trail, Vala felt a little bit of pee squirt into her panties and she pressed her legs together and pressed into her crotch with one hand. No, don't wet yourself Vala!
With most of the villagers already out of the village, she decided to hurry after them and join the rest of SG-1 at the gate, but if she moved from where she was standing, she knew she would wet herself for sure. Her bladder was nearly filled to its limit and it was bulging out underneath her uniform.
Oh, what should I do? If I move, I'm going to soak my clothes and if I don't get relief soon, I could hurt myself.
Up above, a glider swooped down and blasted a hut directly behind the one she was standing in front of. Vala cried out as the force of the blast sent her to the ground and her pee started to gush out of her like water from a firehose, soaking her panties and the crotch of her pants.
"No!" Vala placed both hands between her legs and pressed, all the while clenching her holding muscles, trying to stop the flow. Her efforts to stop peeing proved futile as the wet patch between her legs grew and spread to her hip, where it began to form a puddle in the dirt underneath her.
"No! Stop, please!" She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly as she continued struggling. Soon, the spray slowed to a trickle and stopped. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach. Using her hands, she got up from the ground and hurried for the trail, with her bladder still half full. At least I'm able to hold it now, she thought.
After running through the woods for several minutes, with a death glider firing into the forest beside the trail, Vala finally got to the Stargate, where she found Cameron, Daniel, and Teal'c helping the last few villagers get through.
"Vala, come on!" Daniel cried.
She glanced over her shoulder at the death glider and then looked forward as she ran towards her team.
"Hurry up and go through after the villagers," Cameron said, letting Vala go through first. After that, Cameron, Daniel, and Teal'c followed her through.
When Vala emerged on the other side, she found herself in a strange temple she had never seen before. There were several men and women standing around the Stargate, aiming Zats and staff weapons at her.
Vala bit her lower lip and dropped her p90, not wanting to be shot. As the rest of the team followed her through and the Stargate shut off, a man with a big beard, who was wearing animal skins, walked into the room from a side hall, with the white-haired man Vala found hiding in the bush, by his side. Both of them had grins on their faces.
Vala scowled at the white-haired man. "I thought you said this place was safe!"
The white-haired man laughed. "Indeed, it is a safe place for the villagers! However, we were never in any danger. Our attackers meant us no harm, for they were Goa'uld infiltrators in the ranks of the Lucian Alliance. By the way, your womanhood is very beautiful. I greatly enjoyed the view from inside of the bush!"
"Well guys, we should probably put our weapons down," Daniel said.
"No, Daniel Jackson!" Teal'c cried. He aimed his staff weapon at one of the guards and fired. The man he shot was hit in the chest and fell backwards.
"Teal'c, no!" Cameron cried as Teal'c was shot by Zat fire and fell to his knees, with his face contorted from pain. He and his staff weapon slid down the steps of the gate ramp, towards the stone floor below.
"What do you want with us?" Vala demanded.
The man with the beard pointed at Vala. "We need you as slaves. SG-One, prepare to meet your queen!"
From the doorway the man with the beard and the white-haired man appeared came Dr. Michelle Green, from SG-24. She smiled up at SG-1 and her eyes glowed. She lifted up her hand and in a deep voice bellowed, "Bow before your goddess and turn Vala Mal Doran over to me!"
Vala bit her lower lip and looked at the scientist nervously, who was now wearing a white gown with a revealing low-cut top that showed off her adorable little breasts. The Goa'uld inside of Dr. Green in turn looked up at Vala. "You will be one of my personal servants. Bow before your goddess, Vala Mal Doran. My name is Omorashi!"
Cameron scowled at Omorashi. "That's not going to happen!" He aimed his p90 at one of the guards, but was shot with a Zat and joined Teal'c's side on the floor.
Daniel threw down his gun and put his hands up. "Wait, can't we just discuss this? Why do you guys need Vala?"
Omorashi walked up towards the Stargate and pushed her way through the guards. She walked up the steps and stood in front of Vala, with a grin. "So, how is your bladder doing now, Vala Mal Doran?"
Vala snarled at the Goa'uld but said nothing as she felt Dr. Green's hand grab her wet hip, feeling her pee-soaked clothes. "Your uniform is so dark, the wetness barely shows, but you have wet yourself. This fact pleases my host greatly."
Vala's face turned bright red. "No, I didn't wet myself. Stop lying, you parasite."
Omorashi put both of her host's hands on Vala's cheeks and pulled her face up close. "It is nothing to be ashamed of. Here, wetting yourself will be a praise-worthy thing."
Daniel moved in between Omorashi and Vala. "Alright, stop this. I know what your name means. Please, leave Vala alone."
Vala pushed Daniel out of the way, still looking very angry. "I can defend myself, Daniel. Please, leave me alone and don't use me for whatever it is you want."
Omorashi frowned. "Very well then, I may need to use force. Guards, put this lovely girl to sleep."
Vala's angry expression disappeared and was replaced by a terrified one. "No, please, no shooting. I'll go with you willingly. I still need to finish relieving myself and if I am shot with one of those Zats, I'm going to wet myself even more. Please don't make me do that."
Omorashi laughed and held a hand up to let the guards know not to shoot. "Very well then. Perhaps in time you will learn to enjoy wetting yourself. Come with me, Vala."
Omorashi took Vala's hand and led her away, through the group of guards and the crowd of villagers, to a doorway at the far end of the building.
"Vala, wait!" Daniel cried. He tried to push past the guards, but he was hit in the head with a staff weapon and knocked unconscious.
Vala followed Omorashi through the doorway, into a narrow hall. Vala looked around at the white stones in the walls and ceiling and all of the Goa'uld symbols that were carved into the stones.
"You will find yourself quite at home here, if you willingly submit to me," Omorashi said. "However, if you resist, I will need to use force."
Omorashi led Vala around a corner, where the hall came to a dead end. There was a ring transporter and a panel on the wall. When Omorashi stepped into the center of the transporter, Vala stopped following, holding the Goa'uld back.
Angrily, Vala's queen looked back at her and her eyes glowed. "Are you resisting, Vala?"
Vala shook her head. "No, I'm not resisting, it's just that I, um, I don't want to be your slave."
Omorashi smiled and tugged Vala so that their bodies were touching each other. "Just wait until you see what happens to slaves who resist. You will not like it."
Vala swallowed nervously as Omorashi used the hand device she was wearing to power up the ring transporter. The rings of the transporter rose up around them and they were surrounded by a white light as they were beamed to another location.
When they reached their destination, Vala and Omorashi were in a small, dark room, lit only by torches on the wall. The walls, floor, and ceiling were made of stone and there was no panel for the ring transporter.
Vala looked around in horror as she saw two of the members of SG-24 chained to the walls, wearing white gowns like Omorashi had on. Lt. Col. Andrews and Lt. Springs were sitting on stone benches, with their wrists chained to the wall above them, spread apart, and their ankles chained to the wall down below, so far apart that they could not close their legs.
Vala's lower jaw dropped as she looked at Lt. Col. Andrews, who was sliding her butt around on the bench and tugging on the short chains that restrained her arms and legs.
"Why won't you let me piss, you stupid, parasite bitch?" the leader of SG-24 demanded. She was gritting her teeth and trying to pull her knees towards each other. "This is just cruel!"
Vala was able to see up underneath the gown, as Lt. Col. Andrews' had been cut short, so it barely hung past her crotch. Her vulva was in full view as she twisted her torso and grunted, trying not to pee without permission, fearing the terrible punishment that was to come.
Omorashi let go of Vala's hand and walked up to the leader of SG-24. She brushed her red hair away from her face and smiled. "You are so desperate, aren't you. I was going to let you relieve yourself when I got back, but if you are going to disrespect me like that, then I won't give you permission. You're just going to have to keep holding even longer."
Lt. Col. Andrews turned her head up towards the ceiling and closed her eyes. "I can't hold it..."
Vala watched as clear pee gushed out of the Colonel's urethra and hit the floor with a loud drizzling sound. The desperate woman kept her eyes closed as she sighed with relief.
Omorashi placed one of her host's hands directly in the path of the stream and the pressure behind it sent droplets flying in multiple directions. "Oh yes, you were indeed desperate. I believe it is time to have you drink more of the special liquid."
Vala looked around the room, trying to find a way out. The small building she was in had no doors or windows. The only way in or out was the ring transporter. She was going to run and try to get help, but there was no way to escape.
Omorashi turned back towards Vala and licked the pee off of her fingers. "Vala Mal Doran, remove your clothing for me. You are going to drink the special liquid as well. If you behave, you will not be chained, but if you do not, well then, you may be here for a while."
Vala looked at Lt. Springs, who was also squirming and tugging on her chains. Her gown was cut short as well. She had a worried expression on her face as her gaze met Vala's eyes. "Vala, please get us out of here! The Goa'uld is trying to brainwash us into loving her so that we will hold and wet ourselves when she wants us to!"
Vala looked away and her eyes met with Dr. Green's, though it wasn't Dr. Green who was looking back. "So Vala, what will it be? Will you be a good girl or will I need to seal you in here?"
Vala felt a sense of dread as she stood there, not saying anything. She was about to become a pee slave to a Goa'uld and it appeared there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to fight, she would end up hurting Dr. Green and the whole point of the mission was to get SG-24 back to Earth, safe and sound.
Vala finally nodded. "I'll be a good girl."
Omorashi placed one hand on the side of Vala's face and stroked her cheek with one of her thumbs. Omorashi said nothing as a frightening grin appeared on her host's face. |
7
In the throne room of the main temple, Omorashi sat on her large, golden throne, with young jaffa women down on the floor in front of her, on their knees, with a soft, red rug underneath them and their hands pressed into against their crotches as they tried not to pee without permission. They were all wearing the same white gowns that Vala had seen Lt. Springs and Lt. Col. Andrews wearing in their tiny prison.
Standing behind the kneeling jaffa, Vala looked down at her own white gown, which was so short that it barely covered her crotch. Underneath it, she was wearing nothing and she felt a little uncomfortable being so exposed. Her bladder had also filled quite a bit since arriving on the planet, so she was squirming where she stood.
With a smile on her face, Omorashi pointed at her. "Vala, why don't you get down on your knees like these lovely jaffa here."
At first, Vala hesitated, but she eventually nodded and got down on her knees on the soft, red rug. She bowed her head and looked down at her thighs, wondering what it would be like to be brainwashed into finding joy in wetting herself. Having only drank the "special liquid" once, nothing had really changed, other than how quickly her body processed the water she consumed. When she drank it, Vala had been required to drink 100 mL of the strange-tasting liquid from the holy basin, followed by three times that much in normal water.
Omorashi lifted her hands up into the air and tipped her head back. "Jaffa, stand for me and dance!"
Together, the jaffa women stood up and started pee dancing for their goddess, while Vala remained on the floor, not sure if she wanted to obey or not. If I don't do as she says, she'll put me in the dungeon! Vala, you need to obey!
Omorashi peered between two of the jaffa at Vala and narrowed her eyes at her. Vala smiled back and quickly stood up, joining the jaffa women in their pee dancing.
"Ah, beautiful!" the happy Goa'uld cried. "Dance! Dance! Dance!"
Vala pressed both of her hands against her wet crotch and wiggled her butt around. She bent forward at the waist and the low-cut top of her gown showed off her breasts, much to the satisfaction of the Goa'uld on the throne. With a twinkle in her eye, Omorashi watched the dancers and laughed like the sadistic goddess she was.
Vala turned around so that her back was facing Omorashi as she rode a wave of desperation. She groaned loudly and bounced her body up and down as she fought to contain the growing sea within.
Omorashi turned her attention to Vala, who was still facing away while fighting to avoid spraying her legs with her own pee, when she thought of an idea. "Slaves, all of you, turn away from me like Vala Mal Doran! Then, get down on your hands and knees and spread your legs as wide as your bodies will allow! You will not use your hands to hold and you will hold your water until I give you permission to let it out!"
Vala suddenly froze in place and her eyes opened wide in horror. If I do that, there's no way I'll be able to hold it!
The jaffa women behind Vala turned around and they did as they were told obediently. One of them grumbled angrily to herself and Vala heard the jaffa mention her name. Not wanting to get in trouble, she got down on her hands and knees and spread her knees a foot apart on the rug. I hope none of these jaffa blame me for what Omorashi is telling us to do!
As soon as Vala's legs were parted, her desperation went from uncomfortable to severe. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she clenched every muscle in and around her nether region, afraid of what might happen if she lost control on the floor without permission.
Omorashi clapped her hands together once and laughed. "This is delightful!"
From where she sat on her throne, she could see every single one of her slave's wet pussies, all of them completely exposed. If any of them leaked, even the tiniest amount, she would see it.
As Omorashi rubbed her hands together, she sucked in air through her teeth. "Now, if any of you relieve yourselves without permission, even the tiniest amount, I will punish you."
Omorashi held up her hand upon which she wore her kara kesh, and inspected the red gem at the center with her eyes. "None of you will disappoint me, correct?"
All of the jaffa behind Vala replied, "Yes, Queen Omorashi."
Vala remained silent, unable to speak, as she clenched her muscles and wiggled her butt. Her sphincter was on the brink of failure and she feared that her stream might spray the fellow slaves that were directly behind her. If I lose control first, the others would lose control too and all of them would be punished because of me! Oh Vala, you've got to hold it in!
Luckily for Vala, she was not in the worst state, because one of the jaffa behind her, to the right, lost control. A spurt of pee flew out of her urethra and struck the face of the jaffa behind her, who in turn lost a squirt as well.
With a devious grin on her face, Omorashi stood up and looked at the two jaffa that had peed. "You've let out small squirts without my permission! You will both be punished!"
Of the two, the first to lose control lost another squirt, this one longer than the first. The jaffa behind her coughed and sputtered as the jet of pee went into her mouth and, like before, her sphincter opened up and a long, powerful stream of urine gushed out of her body and drizzled on the floor.
Oh no! Upon hearing the sound, Vala's sphincter opened and she tensed every muscle in her body with a groan. She felt a tiny bit of pee flow through her urethra and dribble down, over her womanhood, before dripping to the floor. Luckily for her, she was very horny and wet from arousal, so she hoped it would be difficult for Omorashi to know for certain whether or not it was pee or love juice that had dripped to the floor.
As the helpless jaffa that had lost control continued to pee on the floor, unable to stop the flow, she looked back at Omorashi with a frown on her face. "My queen, I'm sorry, but I couldn't hold it."
Omorashi nodded, still grinning deviously. "I know, my dear jaffa. That was the whole point behind this exercise. One by one, all of you will lose control without my permission and then I will have to punish you."
Vala opened her eyes wide in terror upon hearing what the sadistic Goa'uld had to say. I don't like the sound of that! Why is she doing this?
Omorashi pointed at the first jaffa to have lost control. "Now, here is what I want you to do. Go to my closet and pick out a wooden cane. With it, I will cane you."
The jaffa stood up and walked away from the group, dripping from her lady parts as she walked towards the wooden closet in the corner. Vala turned her head and watched as she opened the doors and pulled out an inch-thick cane.
"Return!" Omorashi commanded.
The jaffa did as she was told and went back to the place where she had shot the jaffa behind her with her pee stream. She turned towards her goddess and looked up at her, waiting for new instructions.
Just then, another jaffa, near the back, left side of the group, lost two short spurts onto the floor before all of her bladder's contents gushed out on the floor in a stream that flowed for nearly half a minute.
Omorashi rubbed her hands together again and smiled at the jaffa with the cane in her hands. "I feel like playing a game. When all but one of you has urinated without permission, the last one will receive my permission and go without punishment. The rest of you will receive a caning with Rayna's cane of choice."
With her body shaking, Vala knew she didn't want to recieve a caning. Keeping her whole body tense, she continued holding, determined not to pee until the others had gone before her. |
8
With a pounding headache, Daniel Jackson awoke to find that he was sitting inside of a dark room, with his back against the wall. When his eyes fluttered open, he saw that the walls, floor, and ceiling consisted of large bricks and the only light came from lit torches on the walls.
“Hey, Daniel, welcome to the land of the living,” he heard Col. Mitchel say.
Daniel turned his head to the left and realized that Col. Mitchel’s wrists were chained to the wall behind him and he was wearing a plain, white tunic and white pants. His uniform had been removed and he was barefoot.
“Why are you wearing that?” Daniel asked.
Col. Mitchel laughed and gestured towards Daniel with his head. “You’re wearing it too.”
When Daniel at last looked down at himself, he realized that he too wore the white uniform and when he lifted his hands, he saw that he also had cuffs around his wrists.
With a sigh, Daniel dropped his hands and the chains jingled. “Omorashi… That gould that took Vala said her name was Omorashi.”
Col. Mitchel rubbed his eyes with his hands and cleared his throat. “Jackson, I heard you say that you knew what that meant after I got shot with the zat. What the hell does Omorashi mean?”
Daniel turned his head to the right, to see if Teal’c was there, possibly unconscious. “Omorashi means… Uh, where is Teal’c?”
Col. Mitchel dropped his hands to his lap and laughed again, almost as if he was drunk. “Hell if I know! Some Jaffa women in white gowns fed us some of this… Hell, what was it? It was sort of white, almost like milk, but it had a sweet, fruity taste. Then, they took Teal’c out of here and left me behind.”
Daniel shot Cameron a look of worry. “They had you drink something?”
Col. Mitchel nodded. “Yeah. I think it must have alcohol in it, or something. It made me feel drunk and now I’m about to piss in these white pants.”
“Colonel, listen, the gould’s name, Omorashi, it means a fetish in which people experience sexual arousal from either having a full bladder, or from seeing someone else with one,” Daniel said. “I’m going to guess that she enjoys this when others are struggling to hold their piss. Who knows what she is doing with Vala or Teal’c…”
Col. Mitchel blinked his eyes and a look of worry, identical to Daniel’s, appeared on his face as he turned his head towards Daniel. “What?! Does this mean that the goa’uld is going to make us hold our piss?”
Before Daniel could reply, a ring transporter at the center of the room activated. The rings descended from the ceiling and three women wearing white gowns appeared in the glow of the transporter. One of them held a large bowl in her arms and the other two had their arms at their sides.
When the rings ascended into the ceiling, Daniel could see that one of the Jaffa women had her hands balled into fists and was shifting her weight from foot to foot, clearly on the verge of urinating involuntarily.
The woman with the bowl, a beautiful, tall woman with long, wavy, blonde hair smiled at Daniel and walked towards him. “Ah, I see that you are awake now! The goddess has something for you.”
“Whatever it is, I don’t want it,” Daniel said, as he glanced at Col. Mitchel. “If it’s going to make me drunk, then keep it away from me.”
The blonde woman knelt down in front of Daniel, allowing him to see the liquid inside. It looked exactly as Col. Mitchel described. “Daniel, you have no choice. If you do not obey, there will be consequences. Trust me, you do not want our goddess to punish you.”
Daniel looked up into the face of the woman holding the bowl and then back down at the contents inside. “I’m not going to get drunk after I drink this, am I?”
Laughing, the Jaffa woman lifted the bowl closer to Daniel’s mouth. “No, you will not. This liquid only has this effect on those who’ve been shot with a zat’nik’tel recently. It will wear off. The Jaffa that was with you, due to being a Jaffa, he is not affected. You were rendered unconscious by a blow to the head, so there is no need to worry.”
When the edge of the bowl reached his lips, Daniel kept his mouth shut, not sure if the Jaffa’s words were trustworthy. He shifted his gaze so that he was looking past her, at the other two Jaffa women. The one that had been fidgeting earlier was still doing so. She had a look of worry on her face, almost as if she feared punishment for wetting herself where she stood.
For a moment, the desperate Jaffa’s eyes met with Daniel’s and she smiled at him, possibly trying to hide her desperation as she pressed against her crotch with both hands, trying to hold in her urine.
“Drink!” the blonde Jaffa woman commanded, no longer appearing friendly. A look of anger had come over her lovely face, taking away some of its beauty.
At last, Daniel opened his mouth and allowed the liquid to be poured inside. Very carefully, the Jaffa holding the bowl poured some in. She stopped just long enough for Daniel to swallow what he’d been given, before giving him some more.
Colonel Mitchel was right, this does taste sweet, he thought. I’m not sure what sort of fruit this could be from. It’s definitely alien, but it’s sweet.
At the ring transporter pad, the desperate Jaffa was grinding her teeth and bending her knees. Sweat was running down her forehead as she fought against the pressure inside of her. While Daniel was drinking the liquid in the bowl, he could see that she was in pain. He could see that if she didn’t let out the urine inside of her, it could do her harm.
“You’re a good slave,” the blonde woman cooed. “The goddess will be pleased that you are obeying her instructions.”
Daniel took one more sip, and then the Jaffa lowered the bowl and stood up. Though Daniel hadn’t gulped down all of the liquid, his stomach still felt uncomfortably full. “That was… good, I guess.”
The blonde Jaffa smiled again as she backed up towards the ring transporter. “I am happy to hear that you enjoyed it! After your stomach has processed what you’ve been given, I will return with more for you.”
“Hey wait!” Col. Mitchel cried. “I need to piss and I can’t do it right here!”
The blonde Jaffa laughed, just as the desperate Jaffa behind her gasped. “You will just have to hold it then!”
Clear urine began to gush out of the Jaffa woman Daniel had been watching, just as the blonde Jaffa activated the ring transporter with a button on a bracelet she wore on her left wrist. The three Jaffa women were gone before the peeing Jaffa finished. All that remained of them was a puddle of urine on the ring transporter pad.
“Damn it!” Col. Mitchel cried.
Daniel turned his head towards Col. Mitchel, who started rolling onto his side, all the while struggling with the chains that held him to the wall. They were short and he could just barely reach the waistband of his pants once he was lying down, instead of sitting up.
“What are you doing?” Daniel asked.
Col. Mitchel grunted as he fought with the waist band. “I don’t know about you, but there is no way in hell that I’m going to wait until they come back to piss!”
Daniel closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against the wall behind him. He listened to Col. Mitchel struggle a little bit longer, before hearing a long sigh of relief, combined with the sound of a pee stream striking the stone floor of the room they were in. In his head, Daniel wondered what was happening to Vala and Teal’c. He also wondered if help was on the way. He sure hoped that it was. |
Lovers of Stargate and Omorashi kree! Once again, I bring another installment of Stargate: Omorashi. I realize that it is overdue, so I hope you all enjoy this one.
9
Tealc's eyes fluttered open as he slowly came to. As he awoke, he realized that he had a pounding headache and his eyes were in pain as well. He looked around and realized that he was aboard what appeared to be a Goa'uld ship of some kind, with his wrists chained to a metal bar up above his head. He saw that the room around him was mostly dark and lit only by a few torches on the walls.
Shaking his head, Teal'c closed his eyes again, because looking around made him feel nauseous.
While he hung his head towards the floor, he whispered, "Hello?"
His throat was dry and sore, making it incredibly difficult to speak.
"He has awakened!" a female voice cried out.
Teal'c soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. From the sound, he thought there were about three sets of them. He could also tell that those who were approaching were wearing jaffa boots. The footsteps grew closer until they were in the room with him, where they stopped.
Opening his eyes again, Teal'c looked up and saw three male jaffa standing in front of him, all wearing armor and holding staff weapons at their sides, standing in front of a door that led to the corridor outside.
From behind them, he heard the female voice again. "Jaffa kree!"
It was not long before he saw the source of the voice. It was a female jaffa wearing sandals, a white skirt that barely covered her crotch, with a belt around her waist from which a Zat hung, and some sort of a dark-colored, revealing vest that barely covered her breasts, which could clearly be seen. The jaffa woman's dark brown hair hung to her shoulders and her eyes were bright green. Upon her lips was a sadistic smile as she made her way around the guards and approached her prisoner.
"Where am I?" Teal'c asked, finally feeling his headache begin to lessen in intensity.
The woman stopped when she was directly in front of him. "Do you dare speak to me, Shol'va?"
Angrily, the jaffa woman slapped Teal'c across the face and spit on the front of his sleeveless, black shirt that he wore.
Teal'c groaned in pain and looked into the angry woman's eyes. "May I have some water?"
Suddenly in a more pleasant mood once again, the jaffa woman smirked and turned towards the behind the jaffa guards and the open doorway behind them. "Bring the shol'va some water, girls!"
From outside of the room, two jaffa women wearing white gowns entered the room, each carrying small, dark-colored bowls in their hands. Teal'c could see that their gowns just barely hung low enough to cover their lady parts, which were completely exposed underneath. Fearful of their Mistress's wrath, as well as that of their goddess Omorashi, they hurried towards him and knelt down in front of the cruel jaffa woman.
"You listen well, my beloved ones," said the cruel jaffa woman who reached for one of the bowls and took it from the slave girl with her hands.
Looking down at them, Teal'c could see that the slave girls were red-faced and the one from which the first bowl had been taken was visibly shaking. As the bowl was taken away, the one who was shaking balled her hands into fists and put them down at her sides while she bowed her head. She was a beautiful, young woman, with short red hair and a childish face.
"On this ship, I am called Mistress, Shol'va," said Teal'c's captor. "My true name is Acantha and I am Omorashi's First Prime. When the time comes, I will lead her army of jaffa into battle against the Lucian Alliance. After that, I will command her forces in the destruction of the Tau'ri and all other jaffa who refuse to bow to their Goddess."
Acantha held the bowl up to Teal'c's face and he took a sip of the water. Once he swallowed it, the rest was flung into his face and the bowl was tossed down to the floor.
"Who is this one called Omorashi?" Teal'c asked, not even caring that water had just been thrown in his face.
Acantha grabbed Teal'c's chin and lifted his head so they were eye to eye. "Omorashi was a Goa'uld who had been in a stasis jar for a great many years on the world she currently rules over. What her name once was, she will not say, but the one she has now matches that of the source of her new host's sexual pleasures."
Teal'c narrowed his eyes at Acantha. "Explain…"
Releasing his chin, Acantha looked down at the jaffa slave who was still on her knees, trembling, with beads of sweat on her forehead. Motioning with her hand, Acantha commanded her to stand. The slave girl did as she was instructed without hesitation.
Acantha nodded towards the red-headed slave girl who now stood before Teal'c, biting her lower lip and crossing her legs where she stood. It became clear that she was in a desperate need to urinate and would soon be doing so involuntarily.
"This is Chrysanta, Shol'va. She is my most loyal servant and she does as I and the Goddess command."
For a moment, Teal'c looked into Chrysanta's eyes and he was able to see in them how desperate she was. Looking down, he could see her feet shifting around as she twisted her legs around each other and bent at the waist.
"How do you feel, my dear Chrysanta?" Acantha asked.
For a moment, Chrysanta hesitated, before replying, "I… I need to relieve myself, Mistress. My bladder is filled with water and it is about to come out."
Acantha chuckled and took the second bowl from the other slave's hands. "But it will not come out, will it, Chrysanta? You are going to hold it inside of you until you receive permission to do otherwise, correct?"
Looking at her mistress for a moment, Chrysanta looked back at Teal'c, but did not answer.
Never have I encountered a Goa'uld such as this, Teal'c thought. Never before have I known a Goa'uld to take pleasure in forcing their slaves to hold in their urine beyond their physical limits.
"Chrysanta kree!" Acantha cried, startling Chrysanta, who let out a squeak.
A small trickle could be heard as Chrysanta lost control of her bladder momentarily. A squirt of urine dampened the skin on her feet and sent droplets splashing onto the floor.
"Y-yes, Mistress!" Chrysanta cried. "I will hold in my water, just as I am told!"
Acantha glanced down at her slave girl's feet and then back up at her face. "You have just wet yourself without permission! Your answer means nothing to me and you will be taken to a holding cell for your whipping!"
Chrysanta nodded and groaned as more of her urine ran down her legs, all the way to her feet. It was then that Teal'c fully understood who Omorashi was. Omorashi was a Goa'uld who enjoyed watching her slaves fill their bladders to the brim and commanding them to hold their urine until they could not and punishing them afterwards. Apparently, her First Prime was no different.
Suddenly angry, Teal'c lifted his head and scowled at Acantha. "Stop this! You will not whip her! If you need to whip someone in order to feel strong, then whip me instead!"
Suddenly furious, Acantha turned her head towards Teal'c and slapped the side of his face. "I will have you both whipped together, then! When I am finished with her, you will be next!"
Acantha instructed the second slave girl to leave and retrieve her whip. The slave girl left at once and then Acantha turned her attention once more to Chrysanta. "Now, my beloved, get down on your hands and knees and expose your buttocks to me. While you are receiving your whipping, you may relieve yourself fully. After your backside is fully red, you will sit in your puddle and pleasure yourself in front of all who are present, like the naughty girl you are."
Filled with rage, Teal'c waited for the already humiliated slave girl to begin begging for mercy, with tears in her eyes. The cruelty displayed by Acantha was unlike any such behavior he had ever observed in a Jaffa. He was, however, surprised when the slave girl smiled. His anger was replaced with confusion as he watched her get down on all fours and lift up the bottom of her white gown, exposing her intimate areas to him and her mistress. Even though it was clear that Chrysanta feared her punishment, it appeared that she also desired it at the same time. It was a strange paradox, the likes of which he had never before encountered.
Soon, the other slave girl returned with the whip, which Acantha requested. It was a Cat of Nine Tails whip, with long, leather straps on it. When Acantha took it from the other slave, she lowered it down and allowed the straps to gently glide along the skin on Chrysanta's rear end.
"I will let you in on a secret, Teal'c…" Acantha stopped her train of thought and lifted up the whip, which she brought down on the poor jaffa girl's buttocks with a loud SMACK!
Chrysanta gasped and then started to moan as her urine gushed out on the floor, merging with the first puddle she had made and the love juice that had dripped from her crotch while she waited for her whipping. Her powerful stream spread outward as it showered the floor. Her mistress once again lashed her buttocks, causing her body to shake, which made her stream waver for a moment, sending droplets flying in several directions.
"Tell everyone how much you enjoy this, you deviant jaffa!" Acantha instructed.
Chrysanta gasped as her stream slowed to a trickle and looked up at her mistress. "I enjoy it very much, Mistress! Please whip me some more!"
Teal'c watched with horror as the whipping continued in front of him. Even though the scene sickened him, he also realized that he was becoming aroused. Nonetheless, all he could do was watch while Acantha continued to whip her slave girl on her bare buttocks.
With a click of her tongue, Acantha paused for a moment and then with an upswing, allowed the straps on her whip to strike her slave's wet crotch, making her squeal in pain and pleasure.
"The secret, Teal'c, is that a new force of Jaffa will rise, to destroy you rebels. A new group of System Lords will bring order back to the galaxy and everything you and the Tau'ri have fought for will be taken away before your very eyes. In the end, you will be starved of your Tretonin and Jaffa will be forced to carry Goa'uld in them once more."
Looking up at the guards in front of him, Teal'c clenched his jaw and took a moment to let the threat sink in. He tried not to believe that such a thing could happen, but at the same time, he started to feel a sense of dread, which killed any arousal that he had felt only a brief moment before. |
Parent’s Trap
“Daddy, Katelyn and I are going to the movie in town and it is ah …the late one, can we stay um out to 11:30 tonight” my daughter Lynn asked. “Oh which movie are you going to see” I asked nonchalantly. “Not sure but it is the late one whatever that is, Amber said it was good and we had to see it” Lynn replied not very confident of her answer. “Oh what is it about”, I asked knowing full well that she was pulling a con job and not doing a good job of pulling it off. I thought that any moment she would break but she managed to hang on enough to at least shrug her shoulders and babble something about a love story and funny. Lynn is so bad at lying but her friend Katelyn our acquired daughter was worse. Note Katelyn who is normally joined at the hip with Lynn was hiding just outside my office door. Of course they were up to something and I already had the Intel and had a pretty good idea of where they really wanted to go. “Where is your coconspirator”, I asked not even looking up from my computer screen. Lynn glanced at Katelyn and mouthed something about coming in so it did not look so bad. “I will let you two go but first we are going to have a daddy daughter talk” I said looking up. Katelyn came into my office very sheepish looking. I could have just said no, but there was a big lesson about to be learned regarding deception by these two girls and who was I to get in the way of their education.
A daddy daughter talk is a serious discussion about expectations and designed so that there is absolutely no confusion on what those expectations are. It can also include the discussion that takes place when those expectations are not met. On those occasions The Paddle can be involved to make my point. Generally just the taking it out of the closet is enough to get the point made, but from time to time deployment of The Paddle is necessary. As I have said before it hurt like hell and that was just seeing it in the closet. Which was the intent, it hurts me to give the girls lite swats I don’t have it in me to really sizzle their little butts, the intimidation of the paddle make it that: a) I rarely have to actually apply it to their bottoms, and b) even a lite swat that might sting for a minute or two is all that is necessary to bring about a real and long term change in behavior. The final point is the girls know that the swats they get are lite compared to what they could get and that is a good motivator to not repeat unacceptable behavior.
Ann my wife now three months pregnant has turned dealing with the teenagers over to me. She has her hands full with the two five going on 25 year old twin girls Megan and Melisa. Lynn and Katelyn are incredibly helpful when it comes to the twins. They might have been too helpful which is might explain why Ann started to become complacent in taking her birth control pills. Like forgot to refill the prescription and just happened to get extremely amorous over a couple of days that just happened to correspond with… you get the point. Jake is now 15 years old and is very even keel and so involved in sports, and the outdoors that he doesn’t have time to get into trouble even if he wanted to. He is my helping hand and with all the estrogen in my house we really need each other.
The girls had just finished up volley ball and basketball was a couple of weeks away. In my day it meant party time between fall and winter sports. There was no such thing as a citation for minors in possession and as long as we were not training (actively participating in school sports) or doing something stupid, no one really cared but you were held responsible for your actions regardless of how much you had to drink. Now I understand a teenager wanting to return to the way it was in yesteryear but society has no intension of it. Bottomline the rules have changed suck it up and deal with it. The other giant gorilla wearing a pink bikini in the room is the proliferation of drugs. As any teen will tell you weed, prescription drugs, and meth are much easier to obtain than alcohol. Not only have the rules changed but the game has changed and certainly not for the better.
“Ladies I expect that you will be at the movie and return home when it is done, that any liquid that you ingest will not have alcohol, no smoking, and if you so much as smell pot and I find out I will blister your little asses” all the time doing my best to look them in the eyes but since they were looking at the floor it was difficult. I got a very weak “yes daddy” response from one of them not sure which. “All right go have fun and be home no later than 11:30 understand” the Daddy Daughter talk thus concluded. I got quick hugs and the two of them rushed for the door.
Ann waited until they were out the door than stuck her head into my office. “You know that they are not going to the movies and you let them go anyway” she asked quite sarcastically. “Ya they are going to have to learn the hard way” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Do you know what they are up to” because I do” doing her I know and you don’t look. “Johnsons Reservoir” I said smugly. “Who told you” Ann asked obviously having had some of her thunder stolen. “Talked to Brad on the way home from the upper place”. “Between the two of us we figured it out” I replied rather cocky that I for one of the few times knew more than she did. “You called the Sheriff’s office on them” Ann’s eyes had grown quite large. “No he called me looking for information” I said. “Oh if he was calling you he had to be desperate” giggled Ann. “As a matter of fact I did have a bunch of pieces of the puzzle” I said recovering from Ann’s smack down. “How did you get information” Ann inquired on her never ending quest to keep me in my place. “Took Jake with me to the upper place and just listened to what was being said” I replied doing my best to get back into control of our little bicker match. “The girls are smart enough to text when they are with us” Ann said shaking her head. “So does Jake but you can’t text and look…” I had just divulged too much information and would have some explaining to do. Ann’s eyes were dancing and she had that I got you look whenever she, well had you. “So that is why you pulled Jake out of school at lunch” Ann hissed. “God that lady is a bucket mouth” I protested. “Connie is a dear friend and don’t you forget it” Ann announced triumphantly knowing she had won the bicker match. “So since I don’t have to scrape either you or Jake off of the ceiling I take it you two delinquents failed to get us an elk” she probed, her eyes narrowing so as the focus could burn a hole right through you. “We had to check on some fence why would you think that we were elk hunting” I questioned, not sure why I bothered but I wanted to go down making an effort. “Because Connie said Jake had turned in makeup work for his missed classes and there is no way in hell he would do that to go fencing” she retorted. “Oh by the way I have lunches packed for the two of you for tomorrow afternoon” Ann added. “You better start being productive in your hunting adventures have you seen how much these kids are eating” Ann replied. Yes I do love my wife even though she has me on a very short leash.
Ann was obviously tired and at that moment a ruckus was happening in the bathroom. Since the mirror image demo team was in the bath tub Ann headed that direction post haste. Afterward we compared notes. Bottomline there was a big get together (insert party here) at Johnson’s Reservoir and our daughters along with a couple of their friends had succumbed to peer pressure and/or hormones in the case of Lynn it was a guy that she did not really liked but the guy who she really liked hated this guy and if Lynn was with the…. Ann tried to explain it six different ways but I never quite got it. The big issue was that there was a group of misfits, heavy into drugs were going to be there and obviously partaking in some extra circular pharmaceutical sales. The guy who Lynn was going to this little function to see was not part of the misfits but had ties to them, into drugs, a high school dropout and terminally stupid. I personally had threated to neuter little cock roach (that is what he calls himself)about a week before. I had chastised him for the snipe bite (hickey) on Lynn’s neck by giving him a lollypop and telling him to suck on that instead of my daughter, he told me “hey dude chill out”. Ann saved him but explained in doing so that she was not doing it for him but to keep me from getting in trouble for ringing his little neck. We never told Lynn she had to break up with the guy but she was smart enough to know that if Cock Roach showed up at our house it would most likely be problem solved.
In terms of the guy that Lynn really likes, his name is Trevor but Lynn is just cruel as hell too also happens to be Deputy Brad’s nephew. I really like this kid, which Ann explained was part of the problem because it was uncool for a dad to like his daughter’s boyfriend. Go figure.
If you are keeping a score card here is the break down, good girls going to party with bad boys so the good girls will make the good boys jealous, real bad boys coming to sell recreational pharmaceuticals. The good boys were planning on crashing said party which would end in conflict. Sizing up the conflict it was certainly appeared that the good boys in this case would be the odds on favorite to prevail. Trevor just happens to be an All State Middle Linebacker and a three time state placer and last year’s state wrestling champion at 185 pounds. In my way of thinking problem solved. While Deputy Brad agrees in my reasoning he had to pass on allowing Darwinism in action.
Word had leaked out in bits and pieces, and the parents in no small part due to information technology had pooled their notes and working with Deputy Brad the school resource officer and the drug task force we had a plan to keep our kids safe and out of legal trouble and take some drug suppliers off the street. In terms of their backside especially for the good girls they were all toast but they would be alive and wiser for the experience.
The plan was quite clever, good boys were not even going to be let out of their prospective houses, real bad boys were going to be ambushed by the drug taskforce once they were at the party using a simulated car accident where the road to the reservoir left the pavement, the good girls were going to be sitting around looking at each other wondering where all the boys good and/or bad were. Oh ya there is no cell coverage right at the reservoir. Since none of the good girls were where they were supposed to be the flashing lights and the fact that a couple of them had parents on the ambulance crew, they would stay put until things cleared out. The accident was going to be cleared out just before 11:00 allowing all the girls who were not supposed to be at the reservoir to be home on time. The idea was to not let the teenagers know that they had been had so the whole operation could be repeated in the future. Ok so I left out the bad girls and the all the neither good nor bad kids but this is a short story and a work of fiction so too bad.
Just to make sure nothing was going to go wrong GPS tracking devious had been placed on all of the girl’s vehicles and there were two undercover cops disguised as teenagers from out of town at the party. Deputy Brad and partner were also going to show up at the party under the premises that there was a person missing in the accident and asking if anyone had seen them. Of course they had Butch the police dog helping them look and Butch just happened to be excellent at detecting drugs. Pretty good considering most of us parents need to have our kids program the TV remote.
Ann returned about twenty minutes later with the now too damn cute little princesses in tow. She was up to something but what I did not know. Identical twins are always cute but these two are over the top. Little blonde bomb shells, which came out of mom speaking in complete sentences. Often times one would start the sentence and the other would finish it. Hair combed and in pigtails, with matching PJs they both bounded up onto my knee for their bedtime stories. I am not ashamed to admit it that I am completely wrapped around their cute little fingers.
“So how are we going to bust the girls without giving everything away” I asked Ann in between Winnie the Pooh and a Little Critter Book. Ann looked up at me, almost giggling “the same way mom always caught me”. “Oh ya” I replied “god it took us a long time to figure that out”. “Yes and it was my butt that paid for it” Ann was doing her best to growl but I was not buying. “Your mom paddled my butt as much as she paddled yours” I retorted. “That was because you were a rowdy little monster in the third grade" Ann responded “and I think you got it by my mom way more than I got it”. Ann’s mom was my third grade teacher and I love her dearly but unacceptable behavior was not and is still not tolerated ok maybe the twins get away with some. I took a moment and allowed my minded to take a little trip down memory lane.
Ann’s mom Mary is one smart lady, she taught school for 42 years before retiring two years ago. She knew what a kid was up to before they did. Never ever did she raise her voice in anger to any of her students or to her own kids. She did however have no problem raising her paddle labeled Heat for the Seat. She must have bought paddles by the case because even if one broke there was always another. They were so light and flimsy that while they stung a little the big deterrent was the embarrassment of having to be led by the hand back behind the piano were you were instructed to bend over and grab your ankles. The pop, pop, pop of the paddle contacting your little backside echoed throughout the classroom. She was always just so damn nice about it, and she would go so far as to call home and tell your parents to please not inflict further punishment because she had it handled. Which was a thank god because generally if you got in trouble at school you were dead meat at home.
However, once we became teenagers and I started dating Ann seriously, things changed but then again so did the ramifications of bad behavior. Talking out of turn in class just does not have the same risks factor as driving drunk and raising hell. The teenager paddle at home was not flimsy and hurt like hell. Oh did I mention that Mary and my mom Bobbie are best friends. My mom’s implement of choice was a razor strap and on one occasion my mom applied to both our butts for being out way past curfew we were 15 at the time. The ultimate deep trouble was when our dads got involved and that was seen as something worse than death. Funny thing none of us ever managed to push it that far.
Mary’s secret to knowing when Ann was not where she was supposed to be was quite simple. She checked Ann’s panties to see how wet they had been. It was quite simple, we live in a very rural area if we were partaking in the consumption of alcoholic beverages or fooling around we would go to Johnson’s Reservoir. With no restroom facilities the girls would relief themselves in the bushes and drip dry. If alcohol was added the number times that they need to go to the bushes would increase exponentially and there became a laugh factor, and a lack of inhibition. For the record our class was very big on taking care of each other and we always had designated drivers and that was before there was a name for having the sober folks drive. Pretty simple if you were at the movies or bowling there would be bathrooms if you were at Johnson Reservoir it was the bushes and the girls would have wet panties. Ann’s mom let it slip when she confront Ann with wet panties in hand and asked if the bathrooms were out of order and the theater again. From that point on Ann always had toilet paper, and a spare set of panties and those female product things that still make me cringe, behind the seat in my truck.
Although by that time we started figuring out that if you told the truth about where you were going to be and that arrangement were made to get everyone home safe it had become a non-issue. During the summer between our Junior and Senior year on a couple of occasions our parents told us that if we were going to be doing any drinking to take sleeping bags and spend the night. We could have saved ourselves a whole lot of embracement and sore backsides had we figured that out sooner rather than later.
The first time I ever saw Ann’s bare bottom was when it was bent over the back of her mom’s couch getting the paddled. On the third swat Ann lost control and peed all over the floor and her pants and panties that were around her ankles. Her mom never even hesitated and delivered the prescribed ten swats without so much a mention about Ann’s little accident. While I felt very sorry for Ann it was a fantastic experience right up to the point when I had to pull my pants down and I got my butt blistered. My mom was there and the next morning we got it again from her while Ann’s mom watched.
Oh don’t feel too sorry for us we were supposed to be home at 11:00 and our moms found us parked out at the reservoir at around 1:30 am. While we never got past 2nd base it mattered not to our mothers. Mom simple said “you two are going to get it” as she crawled into the driver’s seat of my old truck. She drove us to Ann’s house which was about a mile from the reservoir. We were marched into Ann’s living room, the only thing said was “do you two see the clock”? Mary came into the room holding the paddle looked at Ann and said honey pull your pants and panties down and bend over the back of the couch. When it was my turn she just looked at me and said “honey you know what I need”. While I never peed I was crying like a baby by the 4th swat. Yes the swats hurt but the guilt was the real killer.
It was the summer between our freshman and sophomore years so we absolutely had that one coming. Rests assure we never pulled that stunt again.
Ann’s giggle brought me back to the current situation. “I will bet you are visiting the same place in your memory as I am”. I just smiled and nodded. “You know that is why I always make the girls go to the bathroom before I paddle them” Ann added very thoughtfully. “Ok so what is the plan” I asked. “I have a load of laundry ready that has underwear and PJs, when they come home I will just have them take a quick shower and give me their bras and panties so I can wash them in this load of laundry” Ann replied. “I am pretty sure that they have not figured out to take extras or for that matter toilet paper” she added as an afterthought.
Ann was looking very tired “honey can I trust you to put the princess to bed” she asked. “Of course I will” I replied. “Are you going to do it my way” Ann asked with just a hint of sarcasms. I just scowled. Ann’s way was rather specific, one tiny little glass of juice, a couple of cookies, a productive trip to the potty and to bed no later than 9:00 on the weekend. Ha with mom in bed we could relax the rules just a tiny bit besides who else would know.
Of course the twins ran right over the top of me and left virtual tire tracks. So by 9:30, a couple of glasses of 7up, ok four glasses but they were small(I did not even know we had 7up), half a dozen cookies, and well since they fell asleep what would it hurt if we skipped the potty stop. Oh and just as I was packing them to their room Megan opened a sleepy little eye and asked “Daddy can we sleep with you and mommy just this once”. Never minded it would be the second time this week; the rest of the nights were spent with either Lynn or Katelyn but who was counting. I tucked them quietly into our bed, Ann just chuckled “put them on your side please”.
I went to the living room to watch some TV and make sure the big girls got home alright. Right at 11:30 I heard the girl’s jeep come into the driveway. They were franticly trying to shut the dogs up when I popped my head into the garage. “Hi ladies how was the movie” I just could not help myself. Lynn and Katelyn were definitely doing the deer in the headlights imitation. “Oh good, it was real good” Lynn stammered, obviously not wanting to engage in conversation. “So tell me about it” I asked. It was taking everything I could muster not to have too much fun at the girl’s expense, although they did have it coming. The girls looked at each other “dad it was a love story trust us you would not have liked it” Katelyn managed get out. “Well you know I am trying to work on being more enlightened” I popped back.
Ann walked in the room, the girls looked so relieved. Ann put her hand on her hips, “so how much did you let the little princesses drink”? “Why would you ask that” I was a bit concerned. “Well it is a good thing that it is your side of the bed that they are sleeping on” she replied very smugly. “Oh daddy you did take them potty didn’t you” Lynn asked. She was obviously enjoying the change in focus. “Well um they were uh” I stammered. “Obviously not” Ann snapped, “Your father and I now have a waterbed”
Ann turned to the girls, “ladies I now have laundry that needs to be done and it might as well be a full load”. Please go take a shower and I will wash your bras and panties with the twin’s pajamas” Ann continued. The girls looked at each other, their heads went down and tears started to appear running down the sides of their faces. “We have a confession to make” Lynn quietly spoke. “Besides mom, grandma already told us how she use to catch you”. Katelyn added. “Hum did she tell you what happened to me when I got caught deceiving grandma regarding my where a bouts” Ann asked with more than a little touch of sharpness in her tone.
Lynn looked up at use with those big brown eyes filled with tears, Katelyn started to sob quietly. In almost unison they both responded “we are so sorry” then both of them broke into genuine tears. Ann shook her head for a moment then set down on the couch, “oh babies come to momma”. Like big versions of the twins they somehow squeezed on Ann’s lap for some of moms magical cuddling. Ann softly coxed the two teens to stop their crying so we could talk. At that moment my phone rang, it was Deputy Brad.
“Did the girls get home alright” asked Brad. “Just now” I replied “How did it go out there tonight”. “Better than I could have ever expected and that is what I want to talk to you about” said Brad. “Have you taken the girls to the wood shed yet” asked Brad in a hopeful voice. “Nooo have not got that far but they did confess to being at the reservoir” I responded at bit concerned as to what the girls had been doing. “Well first I wanted to make sure that they made it home alright, but the other thing I called about was to ask uh well could you to go easy on them” Brad said in an all but apologetic voice. “You my friend have raised one hell of a good kid and how you and Ann have changed Katelyn is nothing short of a miracle and I sure as hell am not telling you how to raise your kids but your daughter went above and beyond for me tonight” Brad continued. “Whew, I was afraid that you were going to tell me that the girls were in a whole lot of trouble” I replied obviously relieved. “Hardly, but she did scare the hell out of me” Brad responded. “I was sitting up in those bluffs above the reservoir trying to get that damn night vision scope to work when the next thing I know Lynn sits down beside me and says hey Brad what are you doing”. “I like to have jumped out of my skin” Brad was now starting to laugh. “Then she tells me look if you want to spy on the party you should use Jakes duck blind, hell she even takes me there and not only was it a better view but much more comfortable” Brad was now laughing out loud. “But here is the best part, first she tells me how sorry she was for letting the party get crazy and it was only supposed to be a campfire for the volley ball and football team and how it got hijacked and turned in to a drug fest by a bunch of punks that were not even from here” Brads voice was now getting emotional. “You know what she did then” asked Brad but never really giving be time to respond. “She starts crying and asking me to forgive her and is all worried that I will not trust her any more, hell man she made me cry”. How in the hell do you ever come down on a kid like that cause I know you have to but got to break your heart” Brad asked obviously emotional. For the record Brad and his wife just had their first child about a year ago and he still a bit twitchy as a parent. “Well my friend you better get used to the tear thing cause that is a little girls number one tactic when she wants to wrap you around her little finger” I responded knowing exactly how Brad felt.
As it turned out by the time that the girls had made it to said party it was already out of control. When none of the football team and the volley ball players who would have been with football players never showed Lynn, Katelyn and three of their fellow teammates knew something was up. Lynn and Katelyn had walked up to the top of the bluffs overlooking the reservoir so as to get cell service and to find a suitable bush to relieve themselves. Once they got cell service they were a million text messages from all those who had been ambushed before the party letting the girls know that it was a trap and to get the hell out of there. The girls spotted Brad and the night vision scope engaged in a rather one sided conversation about how much he (Brad) would like to toss said instrument into the reservoir. Rather than make a run for it the girls decided that it would be best to just come clean and take their chances. The girls were also very disgusted about all the low life creeps had shanghaied their bonfire. As for Cock Roach Lynn had dumped him a couple of days before (dads are always last to know) and had planned to use the event to start up a romance with Trevor.
There had been another complication that had arisen and that was the underage drinking task force, better known as the Beer Nazis were now involved. Any kid that went out the front gate was going to be ticketed for a minor in possession regardless if they had been drinking or not. The sheriff’s office and the Beer Nazis did not play well together. The school resource officers flat hated them because the Nazis specifically had went after some very good kids whose only crimes was showing up at Bachelorette parties to pick up a big sister who had drank too much and needed a ride home. Or the kid that was ticketed because he happened to be fishing at a fishing access sight that had some other teenagers drinking at. All of this was happening outside of the sheriff’s office control but the sheriff’s office had to deal with a whole lot of real pissed off parents. Had the girls been drinking Brad would have said too bad ladies, but they had not been drinking and/or drugging and therefore he did not think that they deserve to be shoved into the juvenile justice system and have their parents pay hundreds of dollars in fees for classes that only really benefited the instructor by giving the dweeb a job.
So in the comfort of the duck blind the girls and Brad hatched a plan. Of particular concern was that the real bad boys were flashing armament and were higher than hell the situation was getting very volatile. The drug task force would show up at the reservoir with lights flashing. The girls would exit the reservoir via the back way which was a goat path at best. The hope was that the real bad boys would try and follow but since they did not really know where they were going and most likely had never been off road they would get hopeless stuck and be easy pickings for the drug taskforce well away from everyone else. The first indicator that they would not do well off road was that they had turned their Forerunner into a low rider with street tires. The back way out of Johnson’s Reservoir came out right at Mary’s (Ann’s mom) house where they would stay until given the all clear by Brad to go home. The plan work flawlessly and the real bad boys were arrested with a quarter kilo of coke, in addition to all kinds of other illegal pharmaceuticals, recreational drugs and cheap weapons.
I walked back into the living room both girls looked up at me with inquiring eyes. “Ladies”, I was playing it up for everything I was worth, “that was the Beer Nazi herself (I was not being totally dishonest as there was a voice message that came in while I was talking to Brad) it seems that your vehicle was observed at a certain party”. Ann’s eyes got big, but when the girls hung their heads and I took the opportunity to mouth it was Brad and we are good. “You know what I need to do don’t you” I was putting on quite the act as a real hard core dad. “Both of you get your pajamas on, Lynn go get the paddle” I ordered. Lynn complied with out so much as a peep. “Play along” I mouthed to Ann “just having fun to make a point”. Ann was all over it. “Girls you have this coming and I hope your dad blisters your little butts” Ann snapped. Katelyn was now audibly sobbing as they both stepped into the laundry room to change into her pajamas, Lynn was doing her best to be strong but just on the verge. “Ladies, I cannot believe that you two deliberately deceived your mother and I” doing my best drill Sargent imitation. At this point I realized that both of them were getting a bit desperate to pee. Lynn was to the point of crossing her legs. Oh this was going to be so fun. “Ladies what do you have to say for yourselves and I want an answer not tears” I was doing everything possible to stay in character. All as I got in response was a very faint I am sorry but both girls were doing everything they could to not pee their pants. “Well which one of you wants to go first” I asked. I sat down in a big dining room chair and lightly tapped the paddle into my left hand. Lynn took a very deep breath and laid herself over my knee adjusted herself slightly. “Daddy I am ready she said quietly” and with that closed her eyes and waited for the paddle. The swat never came instead I set the paddle aside and gave her a big tickle in the ribs at the same time I yelled “Got Ya”. Poor Lynn let out a pretty good scream as her body rose about six inches off of my lap. Ann’s eyes popped out of her head then she exploded in laughter. It took Katelyn a second to figure it out but once she did she too double over laughing. “Daddy you suck” Lynn blurted out as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She too was laughing uncontrollably.
It was at that moment that I realized there was a very warm and wet sensation spreading across my lap. Oops I had not planned on that one. Lynn pulled back from the supper hug, her eyes were huge, and she put her hand over her mouth. “Daddy you made me pee my pants” she blurted out obviously not really that sorry by still a little embarrassed. Katelyn was waving her hands in quick little flying motions, as a little wet spots appeared in her crotch and spread rapidly down both legs, she was laughing hysterically. My attention turned to Ann who was laughing so hard she was crying. When are eyes met she smiled turned her bottom toward me and with wonderfully naughty smile let it flow, her pajamas turned transparent as they became soaked, she did not have panties on, and within seconds I had a fantastic view of her most precious parts. Three months pregnant and she is still the most beautiful lady on the plant |
New story ready. Sorry for the delay, college and whatnot has been getting in the way recently.
Chapter 2: Tatte Oshikko
It was a nice summer afternoon. Chiyo-chan and her family were going on a long car trip to their nice summer home by the beach. She had been looking forward to this for a long time and couldn’t wait to get there. However, that excitement combined with her attempts to keep hydrated during such a long trip on a hot day had begun to take its toll. About halfway through, Chiyo needed to go to the bathroom. Badly. There was nothing in the car she could use as a makeshift toilet and she didn’t want to have to ask if she could pee on the side of the road. They were already going to stop to get gas anyway, so she had no reason to ask for a quick pee break.
After reaching the service station, Chiyo hopped out of the car and made her way inside, hobbling quickly with her hands covering her crotch. Once inside, she decided to ask the clerk for assistance.
“Excuse me.” Chiyo asked. “May I use your bathroom?”
“Sorry.” The clerk said. “The restroom is for paying customers only.”
“But I really have to go.” Chiyo whined hopping up and down in desperation.
“No money, no go.” The clerk said. “Store policy.”
“Hold on a moment.” Chiyo said.
Immediately she ran back to the car and asked her mother and father if they could give her some change. After receiving a few coins, she took them and ran back into the station and placed the money on the counter.
“What can I buy with 210 yen?” Chiyo asked.
“You can get a bottle of water from the fridge back there.” The clerk said. “It’s right next to the restroom.”
“Thank you Ma’am.” Chiyo said hobbling away and making her way to the restroom.
At the other end of the building, she saw a door with the letters ‘W.C.’, she immediately knew that this was the place she was looking for. She then opened the door, walked inside, closed and locked the door and turned on the light. The restroom was nothing fancy: Just a plain unisex bathroom with one toilet and urinal and a sink with soap and paper towels. Still clutching her private area, she waddled towards the toilet and prepared to do her business, but paused when she took a closer look: The toilet was all dirty; barely any water and with past excrement still visible. She couldn’t pee in that. Even if she did it standing, she’d have to look to see where she was aiming, and she didn’t want to look at what was in that toilet.
She just hopped over to the urinal, which she saw was much cleaner. She had peed standing up several times, but being a girl, she never had the opportunity of trying a urinal. Chiyo wondered how hard it could be; she had already practiced aiming on trees, rocks and anthills and this urinal was just the right height for her. Standing in front of the urinal, she lowered her panties down to her knees, hiked the front of her dress partway up, and spread her legs apart. As she was getting to the next steps, she began to sing a song to herself; a song she would sing when she was first starting to learn how to pee standing.
“Tatte oshikko, tatte oshikko.
Mazu anata ga mezashi-go, hirogatta.”
“Ta bakari kutsurogu.” She spoke.
She then spread her labia apart and moved them around to get a better aim. Immediately she relaxed and a nice clear stream of pee flowed from her aching bladder and into the porcelain container below. Chiyo just sighed in sweet relief as she continued her song.
“Tatte oshikko, tatte oshikko.
Tinkuru, tinkuru, kahō ni ima, koreijō.”
“Kurīn suru jikan.” She spoke again
Chiyo’s peeing immediately slowed down and her stream now consisted of just a few drops. She then let go of her labia and walked over to the toilet paper dispenser. She grabbed a few squares and began to wipe off the drops of pee deep in the slit between the two folds of skin. She then sang the last verse.
“Fui to jōge. Fui to jōge.
Wareware wa ima, kireidesu.”
Now that she was all clean, she wadded up the toilet paper and threw it in the trash.
“Doresu to furasshu shi, anata wa sore o yatta!”
She then pulled up her panties, straightened out her dress and flushed the urinal. She then washed and dried her hands, left the bathroom, got her bottle of water from the fridge and paid for it.
“Did you make it?” The clerk asked.
Chiyo just nodded, smiling.
“Good job.” The clerk said. “I could tell you really needed that.”
Chiyo then went back to the car where her parents were waiting for her and got inside. As the car drove off, she took the cap off her water bottle and took a nice large swig of water. She looked at the bottle and thought it would be best to keep it in the car when it’s empty. After all, it could come in handy.
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Translation of Chiyo’s song (Japanese lyrics to be sung to the tune of ‘Tsukurimashou” (Chiyo’s cooking song)).
Verse 1: Pee standing up, pee standing up.
First you spread, then you aim.
(Spoken) Now just relax.
Verse 2: Pee standing up, pee standing up.
Tinkle, tinkle, down below now no more.
(Spoken) Time to clean.
Verse 3: Wipe up and down. wipe up and down.
We're now nice and clean.
(Spoken) Dress and flush and you did it! |
I have always been a bit of a flirt with the boys, some may say I was a bit of a tease in my younger days. Anyway, one thing I want to tell you about is my secret passion that I discovered when I was younger, and all because a boy offered me a dare. If I would do the dare that he set me, then he said he would pay me for it. This is how I found my love of wetting myself.
It’s funny really how it all began. As a youngster I remember having had a few accidents when I was playing and left it too late, I’m sure we have all had those, but I grew out of such things and went for many years without ever wetting my panties. I admit I do often tend to hold on when I need a pee and leave it quite late to go, I have always found that I quite like the feeling of a full bladder, and curiously that is how it came to pass.
I was out one evening at a youth club when I was 17. I was a bit of a rebel and had gone outside to have a smoke with one of the lads, Robbie. It was a lovely evening and we stood around smoking and chatting, but soon I also found I was getting desperate for a pee. Robbie cracked quite a funny joke and we fell about laughing. As I also wanted a pee at that stage I had to cross my legs and jig about a bit, it was obvious what the problem was.
I told Robbie I needed to go in for a pee when we had finished smoking, and he said ok. We carried on chatting for a while and finished our cigarettes. Robbie kept looking at me, we had known each other since we were little, and he said could he ask me something before we went back inside. I was intrigued and said what was it he wanted to know.
He took a deep breath and said did I promise not to tell anyone, and I said of course not. By now I was wondering what it could possibly be.
He then said that he could see I was desperate for a pee as I had been jigging about when we laughed, and he asked me very quietly if, at some time, I would dare to wet my panties and let him watch. If I did the dare he would give me £10 to do it. I wasn’t sure if he was joking, so I asked what it was he wanted me to do. He explained that he wanted to see me peeing in my panties, just a bit, just enough to make a wet patch show between my legs, but not letting go and completely soaking them. The idea didn’t bother me too much and I said I might consider it. As it was something of a surprise I wasn’t sure about doing it there and then, so I said let me think about it and I would tell him later. At that we went back inside and I went off to the toilet for a pee.
That evening and over the next few days I thought about it more and more, he wanted to see a little ‘accident’ but nothing too embarrassing for me. I liked Robbie a lot and he had been quite brave to ask me, and £10 was quite a lot of money at that time. I couldn’t see any harm in it and in fact the thought of holding on, which I enjoyed, but then actually wetting myself made me begin to feel a bit horny. A deal between friends would be ok, so I decided to try it.
The next week I prepared for the youth club and for seeing Robbie. I dressed in a fairly short cotton summer skirt and white blouse, and put on a pair of pale pink cotton panties underneath my skirt, and I wore open sandals.
We all met up and the evening passed pleasantly enough, and the time came when Robbie and I went out for a smoke. As we stood outside we chatted away, and then I said that I had been thinking a lot about our discussion the week before. He looked a bit shy when I asked him if he still wanted me to do the dare. I was already in need of a pee so I began to jig around a bit and to cross my legs, as I said earlier I was always a bit of a tease!
He said yes he really did, and so I said if he had £10 then we had a deal and I would do it for him that evening. We carried on talking for a bit longer but, as I didn’t want to try wetting myself where everyone was at the club, we decided to make our excuses and to leave, and we set off walking home together.
There was a small park nearby so we headed there. By now I was really in need of a pee so I told him I was desperate. As we walked I asked him what would turn him on, would he like it if I wet myself while we were standing talking but without telling him until after I had done it? What would he say if I had now already wet myself? I hadn’t but talking about it seemed to be getting him excited.
I went over to a wooden bench and sat down, lifting up my short skirt so he could see my sexy pink panties, which at this point were still dry. I asked if he could see them and did he really want me to be a naughty girl and wet myself. He walked over, gave me a grin, then handed me a £10 note, and there was my answer!
I was by now quite desperate with a fairly full bladder, and I tried to let go and start to pee, but at first it was really difficult, especially as I was trying to only do a little bit, and nothing happened.
I decided it might be easier standing up, so I stood leaning against the back of the bench, and lifted up my skirt so Robbie could see. I had to close my eyes and really concentrate, I was by now quite desperate but it was quite hard to actually let go and do it in my panties. It was much harder than I had expected, but then I felt myself begin to pee a bit.
At first just a tiny dribble which then stopped. Overcoming these inhibitions was more difficult than I imagined. Then I began again, a bit more this time, but then it stopped again. I could feel my panties were warm and a little bit damp.
I tried again, this time I could feel it starting more easily, trickling out, I could feel myself peeing into my panties, and then I could feel the cotton of my panties getting all wet and warm. I stopped. Robbie was just looking at me, with my pink panties now very damp between my legs. I did a bit more until it began to drip onto the ground, and there was by now a dark pink patch spreading through the cotton.
I could see an enormous bulge in his trousers, he had a big hard on. I stopped peeing but let Robbie look for a little longer, then I lowered my skirt and said I thought we should go home. Robbie walked me back, I had warm wet panties on and I was finding it all quite a turn on. Walking through the streets still needing a pee and having wet myself, and nobody knowing except Robbie was fantastic.
I can only guess what Robbie did that night with his erection when he got home. I just said a quick Hi to my parents then went straight up to my room. I had to rinse out my panties that night so no one would know, but I gave myself a big orgasm when I went to bed.
We never really became an item me and Robbie, but we did repeat our deal again a few more times in different scenarios. It seemed to suit both of us and there was no harm done, just a few pairs of panties to wash out now and again. I found I began to really enjoy arranging my secret little accidents to share with Robbie. My parents never did get to find out what I used to do. And that is how I came to be into wetting myself for pleasure. |
Hello and welcome to the second installment of this series. If you haven't read the first installment I suggest you do so to understand how our characters got where they are. You can find it here. Once again I would like to thank Anubis for the inspiration and would like to encourage you to vote for my next topic of choice. You can find that here. Anyhow I apologize for the long wait. I have been very busy, and my internet has been out and I needed to get a new modem. So after life ran out of things to stop my progress I finally got the time to write up the second chapter. Also I started a new topic due to the annoying typo in the title of the last installment which bugged me more than it should have. I am a new writer and encourage feed back and criticism!
Warning: contains graphic sexual content. I read through this chapter and saw there wasn't much dealing with pee. Plus with the long wait I decided to add something special at the end to make up for it.
Chapter 2
A Long Day
After I finished relieving myself, I had a chat with Sara while Mike gathered supplies from our fallen friends and the dead marines. It took a little coaxing but I managed to calm her down and help get her cleaned up. While she went off to change I decided to help Mike gather some stuff.
"where do you think we should go?" I asked.
"It would probably be best to stay here for the night." he replied as he pointed at the orange windows. He was right of course we have an apartment about 30 minutes away and with the military gone rouge we probably didn't want to go out at night.
"Sounds like a plan to me. But what about Sara? I don't know if she has anywhere to go."
"I guess we can offer to bring her home or something. If she has no place to go, I guess she could stay with us for the night."
"Ok I'll ask her." Not an moment later I could hear a tiny voice call out my name.
"Tom. C-can you please come over here?"
I glanced at Mike and chuckled then walked over to the small boutique. I found Sara sitting on a display table with her old pair of jeans and panties in a pile on the floor in front of her. She was sporting a new pair of jeans. She looked up at me as I sat next to her.
"What can I do with these?" she said kicking her old jeans.
"We can either wash them later or just throw them out I guess."
"Tom, T-Thanks for the help and all. I appreciate it. Can you just try not and mention it? It was still really embarrassing. I had to go before and was waiting for my break but the military guys came barging in and I had to hold it. When they started shooting it just was really scary and the truck.. I..." She started choking up and tears started to form in her eyes.
"Literally scared the piss out of you." I finished.
"heh, yea I guess so. Thanks again anyway."
"No problem. Hey, are you going home or have family out there you might need to see?"
"No, I live alone and my family lives in Georgia. You and mike weren't planning on kicking me out where you?"
"No we were just wondering because we are going to stay here for the night. If you wanted to go home we were going to offer to take you."
"No I can go tomorrow. It looks like its getting late"
We stood up to leave when we heard some gun shots go off. Sara winced at the sound.
"Stay here. I'll go see if Mike is ok." I said before running off.
When I entered the lobby Mike was shooting out the shattered window.
"SHIIIITT"
As mike yelled he backed away from the window. Someone came flying through the window and tackled mike to the ground pinning him to the floor. Two more people slowly climbed through the window. One advanced toward Mike who was trying to get the guy off of him. The other walked in my direction.
"HEY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" I yelled.
"TOM HELP ME! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KILL THIS THING!"
Thing? Did he just say thing? I looked around then remembered Miguel had a gun. I jumped over the reception counter and began searching through the rubble. I looked over at Miguel's feet and saw the gun. I picked it up smelling the stench of stale urine from Sara's incident. When I stood back up I was met by it. Mike was right, what ever it was it wasn't human anymore. It had blood pooling in its mouth and its eyes were a light shade of gray. The face was pale and lifeless and it was emitting a low moan. I held the gun to its forehead and pulled the trigger. BANG! Its corpse fell to the ground. The adrenaline was now pumping through my body. I held the gun up once more and shot at the other one still advancing towards me. I hit it in the chest but that only knocked it back. I shot once more hitting it in what was sure to be the heart, but it kept coming. It was now behind the counter. I took a step back and almost stepped on Miguel's body. I held the gun up once more. before I could pull the trigger I felt something grab my leg. I looked down, and Miguel had a hand wrapped around my leg. I pulled my leg free, and his entire torso leaned forward. He grabbed my leg again and tried to bite it. The other guy tried to grab me I pushed him back at this point I started panicking. I had a dead guy behind me, a thing in front of me, a wall to my right, and a truck to the left. I jumped on top the cracked counter top and onto the hood of the truck. As I was climbing on top the cabin I glanced inside, and saw the driver with blood all over his face straining against the seat belt, clawing at the shattered windshield. I quickly jumped on top the truck and remembered the gun. I turned around to see Miguel and that guy bent over the counter trying to reach me. I raised he gun and pulled the trigger. CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Fuck you have to be kidding me! I was out of ammo! Miguel must have shot most of it at the military guys earlier.
"FUCK! ANYDAY NOW TOM!"
Oh yeah mike was still in trouble. I glanced at the two in front of me, and decided to get to mike. I jumped off the truck and ran over to him. When I got there I kicked the thing on top of him straight in the gut as hard as I could. This knocked it off allowing to Mike to get free. Mike picked his handgun off the floor and shot the thing in the head.
"Took you long enough."
"Sorry, I kept running into my own problems." I replied as I pointed over to Miguel and the other guy limping slowly to us.
We heard a moan from behind us and turned simultaneously. The pile of corpses started coming alive. Limbs were moving, hands were grabbing, and moans and hisses were heard in the pile. Mike turned and shot Miguel and his new found friend in the head. We ran back to the boutique and met up with Sara.
"I heard a lot of gun shots is everyone ok?" She asked when we entered.
I replied hastily, "Yeah we're fine, but we need to get out of here. any moment that entire pile of dead is going to be here."
"We can stay in here and close the security gate thing." Sara replied.
"Not a bad Idea. We can go to the restaurant in the building. They have those gate things in there. We can sleep on the booths, and have plenty to eat. I believe there may be restroom in there as well." Mike said.
We gathered our gear we had collected and quickly moved into the restaurant. We pulled down the security gates and claimed our booths. After that Mike and I went into the kitchen to find food. We have all grown an appetite after the long day, and I think Mike was the only one who ate lunch so Sara and I were starving. We found some pasta and decided to make some spaghetti and red sauce. Mike didn't know how to make pasta so I told him to go find drinks and a table we can eat at. A few minutes latter the pasta began to boil, and before I knew it our first meal was done. I put everything onto a serving trey and brought it out.
"Bon appetite" I said as I put the trey down next to the table, and handed everybody a bowl. "I thought we could eat family style." I placed a large bowl of pasta on the table.
Mike had found some beers and threw them in a pot filled with ice. Everyone devoured my Spaghetti and drank a few beers over some talk about our past lives.
"Tom, before we left the boutique earlier you said the dead are going to come. Did you mean all those people the military shot? They are dead. They're not coming back." Sara said. She was the first one to bring up the days events.
"The dead are coming back to life." was the only thing I could say. "That was what attacked Mike. I didn't know it at first but then I realized what was happening when Miguel grabbed my leg and tried to eat me."
"Bull Shit! There is no such thing as zombies! If you were shot at that's all you have to say. You don'thave to scare me!" Sara laughed.
"No, He's right. They are all coming back." Mike said as he stood up and sipped his beer. He walked over to security gate and peered threw. Sara soon fallowed and looked threw. You could hear the various moans and sounds of feet being dragged.
"So this is it then? The zombie apocalypse?" Sara finally said.
"I guess so." Mike replied. "I had a long day and am going bed. Ill be in my booth if need me."He said as he walked away.
Sara and I sat back down at our table and had a few more beers.
"Thanks again for the help about my accident." Sara said suddenly
"No problem. Shit happens and I understand that. To be honest had to piss too. That was why I didn't get to you sooner."
"Heh, yea I kinda saw you double over."
"Yup I kind of forgot about it until everything calmed down"
"I wish I was the fortunate."
"Speaking of which I'm thinking about taking a piss then heading off to bed"
"Same here. We can go together?"
"Sure, but in the non-perverted way I hope"
"Of course not."
We got up and walked to the bathrooms. Sara put her arm around my waist and her head on my shoulder as we walked. I just Went along with it and put my hand on her shoulders giving her a quick hug. When we arrived I was about to head into the men's room when she pulled on my hand.
"Come on." was as all she said.
I hesitantly walked into the girls room eyeing everything. She pinned me against the wall and put her arms on my shoulders. She looked at me blushing then kissed me.
"Did you like it?"
"what? the kiss? This isn't the most romantic of places, but yeah I enjoyed it."
"No not the kiss. My accident. You had this look of disbelief when you first saw me."
"what? er I uh guess I did. I don't know why but I guess I did. That may have been why I decided to help you instead of leave with Mike."
"Hhmm good. I kind of enjoyed it too. The relief, the hot piss spraying all over, and the fact that you came to help me made me feel really naughty." She said as she leaned in for another kiss. After the kiss she pulled away and walked to the middle of the room. I was still leaning against the wall watching in interest at her. She spread her legs to about shoulder width apart.
"I've been dying for a piss since before dinner. I didn't want to bother you and Mike, and I was a little embarrassed to ask." She said as she leaned against the sink.
"You have no reason to be embarrassed. Just tell us next time."
"I know. Now that I've warmed up to you guys I will."
"So are you going to go piss or did we come here to talk?"
"Fine." She said while bouncing around
She closed her eyes for a second then a grin grew on her face. A wet patch began to form on her crotch and started to spread. Her urine started to run down her leg spreading the wet patch. A steady stream ran about six inches down her thigh then poured off splattering on the floor. The sight was unbelievable. She thrust her head back, and I thought I heard her let out a moan. She must have planned this out before hand because she was standing directly above a drain, which swallowed what would have been a massive puddle. As the hissing of her urine leaving her body slowed she brought her hand to her crotch. She then looked at me and smiled.
"I can see you really enjoyed that." she said eyeing the obvious bulge in my pants. "Now It's your turn."
"One you ruined another pair of jeans. Two I cant piss myself. I can't go and get another pair of pants right now."
Sara just looked at me and laughed. She turned and pulled a bag from behind a garbage can. She then pulled out a pair of cargo shorts and threw them at me.
"Here. As for the jeans, these are the ones I wet earlier. I have been drying them off when ever you and Mike weren't around."
"Wow you really planned this out didn't you?"
"hehe. yup! Now put hurry up and put your shorts on before I get cold!"
I changed quickly, throwing off my boxers so they wouldn't get soaked. The shorts fit better than I thought they would. I turned around, and walked to the middle of the restroom and stood over the drain.
"How did you know these would fit me?" I asked patting the shorts.
"I just eyeballed your size. It wasn't too hard."
I stood there and closed my eyes trying to release the fluids inside me.
"I'm sorry I can't do it I've never done this before."
"You sound like you think I have."
"Well you looked really comfortable doing this and had no problem wetting. Also technically I know you've pissed yourself before."
She said nothing, but smirked.
"Hurry up its starting to get cold!" Sara finally said rubbing her legs. "Just close your eyes and let it happen."
I closed my eyes and just tried to relax. A few seconds went by in silence then a spurt or hot piss came out soaking into the shorts. Shit! its coming! Another spurt came out, and I could feel the patch getting larger. Finally a stream started coming soaking my shorts. I could feel the warmth of the fresh urine spread over the crotch of the shorts. I could heard it splattering on the floor as it flowed off the hem. I opened my eyes and look at myself. The piss was running down my legs. This continued for about a minute as I relieved my self. When I was done I looked at myself. The front of my shorts were completely soaked and the wet patch had spread halfway up my ass.
"How did that feel?" Sara said in a sexy tone
"Great." I said softly as she put her arms around my shoulders again.
We started kissing again. I grabbed her ass felling the now cold dampness of her urine. She reached down and started unbuttoning my soaked shorts.
"If I'm starting to get cold then you must be freezing. Lets change and bring this outside to a more sanitary place." I said.
She smiled and pulled off my wet shorts, revealing my throbbing erection. She started stroking me and I smiled. She came in for another kiss with my erection in hand. I used this to unbutton her jeans and slowly pull them down. She was wearing some lingerie that I recognized from the boutique. We kicked out wet clothing off, and sloppily put our dry stuff on. We exited the bathroom and looked for a spot away from Mike. We couldn't find a booth so we tore a couple table cloths from some tables and spread them out on the ground. We were around the corner from Mike on the opposite side of the restaurant so we wouldn't disturb him. We lied down on our blanket and began kissing again. I lied on my back she mounted me sitting on my crotch. She suddenly broke the kissing session and stood on her knees.
"Oops." she said playfully as a small dark spot started to appear on the crotch of her jeans. She stopped before it got to big.
That was all I needed to get hard again and Sara took note of this. She slid back sitting on her legs and began to unbutton my shorts. She pulled my shorts and boxers off in one swift motion. She looked back up at me and made her way back to my groin. She stopped right over my erection and took it in one hand. She began stroking me once more. I jerked my head back in pleasure. Then I felt something else start to massage me. I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down. I was in heaven. I could feel my self getting closer to orgasm. I don't know if she new that but she suddenly stopped.
"I could see you were enjoying that." she said as she leaned back on her legs.
I just looked at her and said, "Your turn."
I leaned forward and started kissing her. I Wrapped my arms around her waist and began to lift her shirt up. We broke the kiss allowing me to remove her shirt. She was wearing the matching bra to the lingerie. I then began to slide down her jeans. She lied back now wearing only the lingerie. I ripped my shirt off and crawled over her and began kissing her. She pushed me up and we sat up, and she took her bra off revealing her perfect C cup breasts. I pushed her back on her back and began kissing down her front side starting at her neck then her breast, abdomen, and groin right above her feminine parts. I look up at her at she smiled at me. I started rubbing her with my index finger through her panties and she threw her head back in pleasure. I then moved her panties to the side and began to finger her. She let out a stifled moan. I stopped suddenly and she looked at me with begging eyes. I pulled her panties off and looked back up at her. She looked kind of nervous but I ignored it and brought my finger back. She smiled and closed her eyes again with a small "yes" of pleasure. I started massaging her left breast with my free hand and brought my mouth to the other breast.
"Ohhh god I'm getting close!"
I smiled and stopped everything and brought my face to her lower parts. I began to lick her vagina. It was the first time a girl let me go this far. I took in the new taste and accepted it. I continued this until Sara began to arch her back.
"eeeooohhh FUCK!" She gasped out.
She arched her back more than before and I brought my face up and watched as an orgasm ripped through her body.
"Ohh god that was good." she panted
"Glad you enjoyed it" I said.
"Now that that's over I guess its your turn again?" She said playfully. She sat up and began to kiss me again. She forced me on my back once again and hovered over my erection again. she held her self up with her right hand and use her left hand to stroke me.
"Safety first." she said as she grabbed her jeans and took out a condom from the back pocket. She put it on for me then began to lower herself on my erection. I looked at her and saw the nervous look again.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.
"Of course. I've had my fair share of greedy boyfriends before." she replied
"So you have had intercourse before?"
"uhh yea not exactly. With every boyfriend I've had they just wanted oral that was it. I had to finish on my own." She said blushing.
"Hey its ok. I have only once if that makes you feel any better. Let me take the lead I'll be gentle. I promise." I said as I leaned up pushing her back.
Sara lied on her back and allowed me to crawl over her. I lowered my self right over her and gently started to trust in.
"If it hurts to much just tell me." I whispered
She looked up and nodded, blushing again. I slowly started to thrust until my full length was inside her. I began to thrust in and out slowly. I began to speed little by little. Sara had her eyes shut hard and looked like she was in pain.
"Are you ok?"
"Yea its not hurting as much any more."
I stopped at a reasonable speed thrusting into her.
"Faster please." Sara suddenly said.
I began to thrust faster. Sara began to moan quietly. She suddenly shifted her wait. I stopped and she looked at me and smiled. She tackled me and brought me to my back.
"Shall we try this again?"
I just smiled as she lowered her self onto me. She began to bounce pleasure filling her face. I started thrusting into her as she rode me. She started moaning again between breaths.
"ohh god I'm going to cum again!" she said quite loudly.
I grabbed her ass and began pounding her while she was bobbing as fast as she could. She let out a big moan and I felt her tighten around me. I watched as another orgasm ripped through her. I kept thrusting as I was so close I pushed her back onto her back and began pounding into her as fast as I could. She started to gasp for breath.
"ooohhhhh goddd ohhhhhhh!!"
She tightened around me again as a third orgasm to control over her. This drove me over the edge and I thrust into her pulling her into me as I came hard into her. We collapsed back onto our make shift bed panting for air.
"Oh god that was better than I expected it to be." she said between breaths.
I just looked over at her and pulled her closer. I pulled a large table clothe over us before we both fell asleep. |
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Hello! Once again I am very sorry for the long wait! I was almost done with the next chapter but realized I didn't like or know where I was going with the story so a scrapped it and started over. I immediately hit some writers block after and decided to pursue on another topic I am currently writing. Once I finish with this I will post my next story. I'm not sure if you all will find it, but i put an easter egg in this installment giving the topic of my other short storey I am working on. It will probably be a one post thing unless you all would like me to lengthen it and add more wetting incidences. Also once again I encourage you to vote on the topic of my major project. You can find it here. Thanks a lot!
CHAPTER 3:
THE PLAN
The next morning I woke up with a strong urge to pee. I was about to get up when I remembered last night. Sara was on her side with an arm wrapped around my mid torso. I carefully picked up her arm and moved it, and quietly got up. I gathered my things, put on my boxers, and put my other stuff at the booth I picked out yesterday. Before going into the restroom, I glance out a window and saw it was still dark. I turned and quickly went In restroom to myself before returning to my booth and going back to sleep.
A few hours later I woke to the smell of coffee. I put the rest of my clothes on before joining Sara and Mike.
"Morning. What time is it?" I finally said while excepting a cup of the coffee.
"According to the clock by the reception desk it was 9:30 when I got up so probably around 10:30-ish maybe." Mike answered
I took another sip of the coffee and looked in Sara's direction. She seemed sad about something. "Hey you doing alright?" I shot in Sara's direction
"Hhhmm?"
"You look kind of down about something."
"Oh I'm just not a morning person."
"That makes two of us I guess. Any body hungry besides me?"
"Yea but I looked in the kitchen and couldn't find anything breakfasty." Mike shrugged.
"Yea it only opens for dinner so you probably didn't find much for breakfast." Sara said lowly
"Well I'm going to go see what can do cause I'm starving." I said walking towards the kitchen. In the kitchen I couldn't find much to go with so I scrounged up some eggs and a rib-eye steak and made steak and eggs with a side of fruit and toast from the dinner rolls. I brought it out and set it on the table where Mike and Sara were.
"There really wasn't all that much in there. I just had to use my imagination a little." I placed Mike and Sara's plates down in front of them.
"Steak and eggs? You really out did yourself." Mike said
"Looks better than that pasta from last night." Sara said humorously.
"Oh I almost forgot the best part!" I said as I stood up and raced towards the kitchen.
I quickly came back with a covered plate. "here we go."
Sara curiously lifted the lid off the plate. Her eyes went wide as she realized what was on the plate. "BACON!? How did you forget the bacon?"
"My hands were full." I laughed.
"Now we're talking. This definitely beats dinner!" Sara said as she picked up a hand full of the Bacon.
After we all finished eating I loaded up the dishes onto a serving trey and set them aside for later. I looked at Mike and asked, "What do you think the plan for the day should be?"
Mike reached over and put a hand on Sara's shoulder."Well we're going to clean all the dishes first of all."
Sara leaned forward and pushed Mike back. "As long as I'm not doing all the work."
Mike smiled, "I promise I'll help some"
For the next hour I was laying on a booth trying to figure out what I could do for entertainment while Mike and Sara were doing the dishes. Suddenly Sara came out in a run laughing. Mike was right behind her with a strainer on his head and a pair of tongs in each hand pinching the air. Sara ran in my direction and jumped on me.
"Save me, Tom, from the evil kitchen alien robot!" Sara laughed out.
Tom was flailing his arms around yelling in a robot voice, "Beep Boop must exterminate smelly humans!"
"He tried probing me with this!" Sara said as she pulled out a turkey baster. "and take this! its the only thing that can beat him!" she handed me a meat mallet and a pot lid she had carried out here. I stood up with the mallet and lid in hand.
"FOR NARNIA!" I yelled as I charged towards Mike. I deflected hist tongs hit him in the gut with the tip of the mallet. Mike fell to his knees with the tongs on his gut.
"Noo Mike-bot 2000 was defeated by smelly human!"Mike said in his robot voice and fell to the ground lying on his side.
Sara had jumped off the booth and began to run towards me. "MY HERO!" She said as she jumped onto me. I caught her but lost my balance and fell to the ground next to mike. We were all laughing uncontrollably for the next few minutes.
"I take it you guys finished cleaning the dishes." I finally got out. We finally sat up."I'm thirsty now you guys want anything?" I asked.
"I'll have tea if they have it." Sara said
Mike still using his robot voice said, "Mike-bot 2000 will consume smelly human diet soda." We all laughed and I got up and jogged to the kitchen. I returned and Mike and Sara were sitting at the closest table. I placed the drinks down as I sat.
"So were aren't going to be doing anything today then?" I asked.
Mike put down his soda, "Actually I was thinking last night, We can't be the only people still out here. Does anybody have a phone? Mine is dead. I was thinking we could call the police or something and see if there are any more people out here."
Sara looked at him. "My phone is in my purse which is behind the counter out there." She nodded towards the lobby. "As for your phone I can get you a charger. People leave them here all the time so we keep them in the back."
"Alright so I guess in about an hour we'll suit up and go and get what we can." Mike said looking at me. "Now where exactly is your purse and chargers?"
"I can get them. You guys can get other stuff." Sara answered
"No, I would feel more comfortable if you stayed here."
Sara looked offended."Why cause I'm a girl? I'm not going to hold you back if that's what you're thinking."
Mike opened his mouth but paused for a second before saying, "Not what I meant. I just feel like it would be faster and safer if it was just Tom and I."
"No I get it have it your way." Sara said as she stormed off.
Tom sighed and looked at me. "We meet in an hour." He got up and walked into the kitchen.
I finished my water and went to look for Sara to see if she was OK. I finally found her in the bathroom sitting on the sink. "Figured you would be in here." I said as I walked up to her.
"I'm sorry for what happened. I just didn't expect that. I hate it when people put me down because of my gender."
I gave her a hug, "Completely understandable. If you need anything just holler."
"Actually, Tom, can you get me a few things?"
"Sure"
A few minutes later I walked back into the girls room wielding some kitchen shears and two glasses of water. When I walked in I was A little confused to see two chairs facing each other about four feet apart in the middle of the room. Sara sitting in the same spot where I left her. "Whoa whats going on in here."
"It's for tonight. I figure cause there isn't much else to do here we can have some fun."
"I'm okay with that but what are the scissors for?" I handed the kitchen shears to her and set down the glasses of water.
"Oh those? I need those for something else."
"I'm not sure if I want to know."
"You should probably be loading up. Mike is probably looking for you about now."
"Yea it would be awkward getting caught coming out of the women's room."
"Hehe yea that would be funny."
I gave her another hug before leaving. I walked out to see Mike fiddling with some stuff. He had two bags and rifles laid out on a table.
"The bags are empty we can put what we can get in them. The guns are fully loaded. I'll distract the..the.. dead and you can open the gate. Hold it open and I'll be right behind you. Once we shut it we can take out the dead. I'm going to the truck to find a map and maybe take out the radio if it has one. You can grab her purse. after you get that cover me. There probably be more coming through the broken window. We'll go into the back after and find the chargers."
"Okay good plan. And if something goes wrong we can meet at the gate."
"Actually I figured we can have Sara stand guard and open it for when we get in trouble or get back."
"Okay I'll let her know."
I walked back into the restroom to see Sara cutting a pair of jeans with the scissors.
"What are you doing?"
"making these things more comfortable."
"Alright, But we want you to stand guard and open the gate if we get in trouble."
"I'll be there then."
"Alrighty see you in a few."
I walked out to see Mike dressed and ready to go. I Put on a bullet proof vest and my bag. I picked up my rifle and stood ready to open the gate.
Mike started banging on the glass moving the dead to the other side. "Ready?"
I got ready to run to the gate to lift it when the dead moved over to Mike. "Ready."
Once all the dead moved moved over to mike I ran up to the gate and lifted it and walked under it. Mike ran under the gate and I dropped it. With a clash the gate closed and the dead's attention went back to us. Mike raised his rifle and I fallowed. We opened fire dropping the few near us. Mike ran over to the truck and opened the door. Stabbing the driver in the head and pushed his corpse through the other door. I ran around the reception desk and found Sara's purse and phone on a shelf built under the top of the counter. I jumped back over the desk and kneeled at the back of the truck taking cover. I was watching the window when Mike yelled.
"FUCK!"
I ran over to him "Whats wrong?" One of the dead must have been on the other side of the truck and grabbed him. It still had a knife sticking out of the crown of its head.
"That fucker scared the piss out of me." he laughed.
He closed the driver side door, and started unscrewing the radio in the truck. I was leaning over the hood of the truck shooting any dead that wondered through the window. Mike finally finished with the radio and stuffed it in his bag. We ran into the back looking for the phone chargers. We found them and grabbed one matching Mike and Sara's phone. We walked back out the way we came. The lobby had quite a few new arrivals that mike and I quickly put down. As we were shooting them We heard a sudden scream. Mike and looked to our right and something was jumping through the air. We were trying to shoot it but it went behind a corner.
I looked at mike. "What the fuck was that?"
"I have no idea."
We shot down the rest of the dead but more were coming in through the window. SCREEEEEWWARR!! Mike and I looked back to the right were that thing was and it was flying through the air at us. I put my hands up to brace myself for impact but it never came. Instead there was the shot of a rifle from behind us. The corpse of the thing fell with a thud in front of me. Shocked, Mike and looked behind to see who shot. Sara was standing there with a rifle pointed in the air sporting a sexy pair of homemade short shorts. Mike and I look looked back at each other then back at Sara.
"Whoa." was all I could get out. .
"Y'all comin or what?" Sara said angrily. I just realized she had the gate propped open with a chair waiting for us.
Mike and I ran over to the gate and met Sara. We turned and the three of us began to pick off the dead coming in through the window. After we cleared the room we went through the gate one by one. Sara went in first and I handed her my bag then went through while mike continued to shoot the dead. After I was through Mike slid his bag through then pulled the chair out from underneath as he went through. The gate closed with a crash and we were all safe again. We all walked back over to our table and threw our stuff on it.
Mike was the first one to touch the subject."You look hot."
"gee thanks!!" I said sarcastically Sara just looked up and smiled.
Sara opened a bag and took out he chargers. "Where's my purse?"
"Oh its in my bag." I said tossing her the bag. Sara took out her belongings and found her phone.
"Damn mine is dead too." she said as she tossed her phone on top of her purse.
"How about we eat lunch while the phones charge. You guys clear off the table while I go whip something up real quick." I suggested.
"Alright I'm game." Mike said already putting stuff on another table.
I went into the kitchen and put together some sandwiches. I also got an assortment of beverages and put them on ice to bring out. I brought out the drinks first then the sandwiches. When I came back out with the sandwiches Sara was already sipping on a tea and Mike a beer.
"All the sandwiches are filet. This place doesn't carry cold cuts as you would imagine." I said as I picked up a sandwich.
"So Steak sandwiches then?" Sara asked.
"Yup."
"That sounds delicious."
I popped open a bottled Root beer and took a swig. Then dove into my sandwich. We all ate in quiet and enjoyed the food.
"That was good." Sara finally said.
Mike leaned back to stretch. Once he leaned forward again he looked at Sara."Speaking of good, where did you learn to shoot like that. Killing that thing midair was pretty impressive."
"My dad used to take me hunting when I was little. He taught me how to shoot."
"Well thanks to him Tom here gets to live another day." Mike motioned towards me.
"Yea Thanks for that." I said.
"No problem. Hey do you think the phones are charged?"
"Only one way to find out."
We got up and looked at the phones. They were both fully charged.
"Damn I have so many missed calls and texts." Sara said when she turned her phone on.
"From who?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Mostly my friend Lindsay. She has the apartment next to mine. Most of these are asking if I'm alright and where I'm at."
I looked up at tom. "Now that we have working phones who are we going to call? We don't know if any body is still out there."
"I don't know. That's a good point. I'm probably going to call everybody on my phone to see if I get a response."
We brought the phones back to the table and Sara and Tom fiddled with them While I cleaned up the dishes. When I came back Mike looked like he had given up.
"Any luck?"
Mike looked up."No, every one of them went straight to voice mail."
Sara looked up at me. "Same here."
I sat down and slumped in my chair."So now what do we do?"
Sara bolted up."I have an idea. There's one more number we can try."
Miked looked at her curiously."And who would that be? I doubt who ever it is wont pick up."
Sara glanced at Mike then back at her phone."The one number you call in an emergency."
Mike looked at her like she was crazy."You think the police are going to help. I don't know if you noticed but the world went to shit. Besides the last time we had any help from them they tried to kill us all!"
Sara looked back angrily and put the phone up to her ear."Its worth a try and I don't suppose you have any better ideas. Now shut up Its ringing." A few seconds passed and nothing. Suddenly Sara perked up.
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(Sara's conversation)
"H-Hello?"
"Oh my god is sombody there"
"static"
"No! hello? please pick up!"
a new voice picked up. "Hello? did somebody actually call?"
"Yes!"
"Holey shit! no fuckin way! I was starting to think I was the only one out here."
"No there's a small group of us."
"Where're y'all at?"
"uhh the North Grounds building."
"No fucking way. If that's the building I'm thinking about It was one of the first to be hit by the military."
"It was.."
"Then how the fuck did you survive?"
"I was the receptionist so I was behind the desk. My friends were in the staircase. One guy had a gun with him and a security guard got a gun. One guy was under all the bodies until the gunfire stopped, and one guy hid behind a flower pot. Also a truck smashed through the front door and through the lobby which hit a couple people."
"Damn sounds like some intense shit. How many of you are there?"
"Three. There were only five survivors but two left."
"You have room for one more? I'm running low on supplies."
"uhh yea. If you make it here we're in the restaurant in the building."
"Alrighty. I'll leave at dawn tomorrow."
"OK"
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"What did he say?" I asked once Sara put down the phone.
"He was by himself I think. He wanted to know if he could join us. I said yes. He said he'll leave at dawn."
Mike looked at Sara with disbelief."So you didn't get a name and potentially sent this guy to his death. Way to go."
"Shut up." Sara said sharply. "like you would have done better."
"I would have at least asked if he was actually by himself and how safe the place he was at is!"
I intervened before the argument got worse. "So that's it then? No one else to call?"
Mike leaned back."Looks that way."
"I might try again later." Sara said. She stood up to leave but was stopped by a sudden Ba-Ding from her phone.
"Who is it?" I asked as Sara picked up her phone.
"No way! Its my friend Lindsay! She says that this old man turned the apartment complex into a refugee camp. And that I can go there. They have plenty of supplies and beds. The only down side is you have to do your own share of work."
Mike perked up at this. "I don't mind a little work as long as I get to stay."
"Yea that sounds good to me." I agreed "Tell Lindsay that you have company."
"Already ahead of you." Sara smirked. Ba-ding! "She said that the old man made himself in charge for now and said no outsiders only people with apartments in the building can stay. But she doesn't see why you all wouldn't be able to stay because there is plenty of rooms available."
Mike looked at Sara. "Cool. We can leave tomorrow. How far away is it?"
"Normally a 30 min drive, but that is with traffic. I also think we should wait awhile. Just in case that guy makes it here."
"We can leave a note that says where we went and leave it here. We can also leave some supplies for who ever comes through here."
I joined in,"Before we leave we can also put a few signs outside that point inside for safety or something."
"That's not a bad idea." Sara said satisfied.
"We're running low on ammo so I would like to get more supplies which means we will have to go back out for another run." Mike said seriously.
"Plus we need to find a truck or something that can plow over the dead." I added
"The parking garage is connected to the restaurant on the other end. We can go that way. The only thing is somebody is going to have to stay and raise the guard rail and gate if they are closed.' Sara said pointing to the other side of the room.
Mike pulled out the map he got from the truck and laid it out on the table. He got Sara to mark where her apartment building is. Mike circled a few other places on the map.
"Okay we are here." Mike said pointing at a quick drawing of a house. "Tomorrow we will load up a selected vehicle we will find tonight. One person, like Sara said, will have to raise the guard rail. Who ever does that will have to run behind the car as it passes. We will stop briefly allowing them to get in." He explained. "This is a camping store." He said pointing to a C he wrote on the map. "We will stop here and pick up some real backpacking bags in case we have to walk. From there we will go here." He pointed at a G on the map."I believe there is a small gun store here. If there is anything left we can take it with us. From there we will go to the apartment building." Mike looked up at Sara. "You are going to get us in."
Sara nodded in agreement. We all looked up looking at each other.
"Any questions?" Mike asked
I looked at Mike and nodded. "Nope. Sounds like a plan." |
I didn't want to go to Church camp. There's always somebody else in the bathroom, and the stalls have no doors, only a shower curtain. That's not enough privacy for me. I have a very very very shy bladder. I can't go if I even think somebody might come into the bathroom. So, Church scared the hell out of me, and I'm not talking about the nightly sermons.
But I had a plan -- pullups. I never wet the bed, so I never had used them, but the advertisements on TV made them look like just the thing, and those kids were about my age, well almost. So, on my way home from school, I stopped at a store where we never shopped and bought two packages of the largest pullups I could find.
I hid them well, and my parents never found them, my sister either -- thank Heaven! I packed my duffel bag all by myself, and Mom thought I was really becoming mature and responsible. The way I look at it, what she doesn't know can't hurt me.
I kept one hidden under my mattress. Just before we left to catch the Church bus, I went to the bathroom, locked the door, took one last pee, and put on my pullup. It was a little snug and thicker than I liked, but my shorts were loose, so I decided no one would notice.
The bus trip was less than two hours, so no problem. When we got to camp, they assigned us to a cabin, and we settled in. Each cabin had a girls end with a bathroom, and a boys end with a bathroom. I tried to use it, but no go -- no pun intended.
By lunch I had to go pretty bad, so after lunch I walked off by myself and tried to pee. It was harder than I imagined to start my pee in the pullup, but finally I managed to squeeze out a pretty good wetting for the pullup. Nothing showed. Great!
It felt funny going around in a wet pullup, but I got used to it. My next pee came easier, and I went to change. I had it all worked out. I could wet three pullups a day, with one left over, just in case. I'd never have to pee in the bathroom! Maybe Church camp wouldn't be so bad.
And it wasn't for the first three days.
Then I got a rash. It started over night. In the morning I was all red and raw between my legs. It hurt to walk or even move. Just after lunch our counselor asked why I was walking funny, and I said I had a rash. Of course, I didn't mention why. He told me to go see the camp nurse, I said I'd be okay. He said go to the nurse; so to the nurse I went, after a furtive detour to exchange my pullup for underpants.
The nurse was busy with somebody else, so one of the nurse assistants said she'd help me. She was a college student, and I knew her, because she went to our Church. I didn't want to tell her what was the matter, but she guessed -- I guess she saw me walk in bowlegged. Anyway, she said, "So you have a rash." I hung my head and said, "Yes, but it wasn't too bad." She said, "Let's take a look." Reluctantly I pulled down my shorts. "Pull down your underpants." I did. I'm sure my face was as red as my crotch. "O my, that really is a bad rash," she exclaimed, "You wear pullups, don't you?" How did she know? "I don't wet the bad," I said. "But you do wear pullups; I see the elastic lines on your legs." Damn, she was good. So the whole story came out.
"I think I can fix you up," she said. She pulled a plastic glove onto her hand and brought out a tube of she said was rash cream. First she washed me with antiseptic wipes. That burned a little, but the cream felt good. I have to admit, as embarrassed as I was, it did feel kind of nice when she rubbed cream on my bottom, and it felt really good when she did my peepee. She smiled when I got hard, but said nothing -- thankfully.
As I pulled up my pants -- finally -- she said I should come back that evening and in the morning to get some more cream. Then she told me I wasn't to wear pullups anymore. They were for bed wetters she said, not for day use. That didn't worry me too much, until I got back to the cabin, and the counselor told me to give him all my pullups. She must have called him and told him. Shit.
I really did try to use the bathroom, and once that afternoon I found the place empty and finally managed to squeeze out a pee in the toilet. But the rest of the day I didn't luck out, and when we looking at the stars with the telescope, I wet my pants.
I almost made back to the cabin to change, when this other boy shined his flash light on me and shouted, "Hey, look; _____ peed his pants."
It happened twice more, including on the bud ride home. I was really hoping to make it, but.... Mom and Dad were waiting for me, along with my sister. Somehow they already knew what had happened at camp. "Mom, _______ teeteed his pants" This from my sister. "What's gotten into you, young man?" Mom challenged. "Big boys don't wet their pants. Am I going to have to put you back in diapers?"
"I don't want his pee pants next to me in the car." My sister again -- very supportive my sister. "We'll change him," Mom returned, and led me to the far side of the car.
"Mom, not here!" But Mom already had my wet pants down to my ankles. "Step out of your pants." I did. My underpants followed. There I was bare from the waist down in the Church parking lot. "Bring me the diaper," Mom said. My sister was right there with it. I can always count on my sister. "Spread your legs." Mom. I did and Mom fitted the diaper on me. "Where's my pants?" I asked. "We didn't bring any; you have to ride home in your diaper." Guess who offered that bit of information.
Well, needless to say, my life went all to hell after that. O well; at least I didn't have a shy rectum. |
i have been trying for a long time to think of a good thing to type. this is just one of the stories i hope to come up with. and sorry if their are any spelling mistakes, i typed this all on a kindle and have tryed to proof read this a few times. also for the joke about cell its part of DBZ . i hope you like this
Tommy POV:
"And as he turned, ever so slowly, he seen the...BOO!" Alex yelled, making both Sara and I jump.
"Come on, you get all that suspense, yet you end it with a boo?" Asked Sara disappointed.
"True but I still scared you" Alex said as he grabbed his flash light and walked over to the cooler.
"When are mom and dad coming back?" I asked as I moved my seat closer to the campfire.
"I don't know, they went for pizza about an hour ago so they should be back soon" Sara said as Alex sat back down with a soda in his hand.
"Awe, did I scare little Tommy so much he needs his mommy" Alex joked.
"Shut up Alex, at least I don't cry when I see clowns." I shot back.
"Hay! I don't cry...they just creep me out." He said as he took a sip of his soda.
Sara burst out laughing "your afraid of clowns!?"
"Shut up fire crotch, or I'll tell cell he missed one from Ginger town" Alex said getting mad know.
"Awe, what a smart blond, two ginger jokes at one time, good for you" Sara said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a 4 year old.
Alex got up and grabbed the flash light and went for the tree line very pissed off.
"Were you going?" I asked.
"To take a piss,want to come." he shouted and disappeared into the dark woods.
It's been a long 3 days camping with my family. My mom and dad went to town to get pizza for are last night hear since we only have eggs. Alex is my older brother, he is 18, 6'3, blond, and was a football player for 2 years in high school.
Sara is my childhood friend. Her mother died 3 years ago and her father was in bad shape since. We took her in when her father got arrested for doing something stupid while drunk. She is 17 and like a sister to me and Alex. At 5'3 she is the shortest of my family and is cute with a child like body.
I'm Tommy and I'm also 17 and 5'10. Other then that I'm not much to talk about, we'll most people at school don't know me.
Sara POV:
Tommy and I were laughing are asses off from some of the stores about Alex.
"He was glad we moved soon after. That girl was so pissed at him" Tommy told me.
"I can't believe he peed in a girl's back pack!" I laughed holding my side's and nearly falling back in my chair.
"Ya the 5th grad just wasn't his year." Tommy said and looked at the tree line. "It's been 20 minutes, were is he?"
I didn't realize it because I was laughing but he was right. Alex should have been back by know. I took out my cell phone and tried to call him but I just got static.
"Come on, let's go find that Dumbass." Tommy said as he pulled out 2 flash light's and his pocket knife from the tent.
Tommy POV:
"Alex! Alex!" I yelled.
"Alex, where are you!" Sara called with no luck.
We've been looking for the last 15 minutes but we still haven't seen him.
"He's probably just trying to scare us." I say after Sara yelled again.
"Probably right, I'm going to call again." Sara said as she pulled out her cellphone from her pocket.
"I swear if he jumps out at us I'm stabbing him" I say as I flick my blade out.
"All I'm getting is static." Sara said as she put her phone back. "What's that?" She asked.
I looked at we're she was pointing at with her flashlight and about 3 trees ahead was a piece of paper? When we got over to it we seen that it was a picture of trees with a stick figure and a 1/8.
"Do you think Alex did this?" I asked.
"I don't know." Sara said as she pulled the paper off the tree and looked at the back. "Well if it is his this is one stupid scare." Sara put the paper in her jacket pocket. "Let's go."
Sara POV:
OK I'm getting annoyed. We're walking in the dark woods were I've nearly fell down twice, I have this weird ringing in my ears, and I need to pee.
"Alex! When I find you I'm kicking your ass!" I yelled making Tommy jump.
"Hay are you ok?" Tommy asked.
I sighed. "Not really, Alex is getting to me a bit and I kind of need to pee."
"Well we are in the woods, I'll wait over their while you go behind that tree."
Normally I would hit him for saying that but on a scale of 1-10 I'm a 7 on despite.
"Don't look, or I'll use that knife to castrate you" I tell him as I walked behind the tree knowing he's probably holding his thing know. I took off my shoes and pants not wanting to get them dirty and pleased them on a branch. I pulled down my yellow panties and squatted down ready to release my full bladder when I looked up and seen, IT!
Tommy POV:
I jumped when I heard Sara screaming. I turned just in time to see her running from behind the tree and into the woods.
"Shit, Sara! Wait!" I yelled as I started running after her. I was glad I'm faster then her as I caught up with her and grabbed her arm, and I was then greeted with a punch in the face.
"Tommy! I-I'm so sorry." Sara said as she crouched down to try to see if I was bleeding.
I sat up and grabbed my check that heart like hell. "I'm fine, I'm fine." I tell her as I look at her then quickly turned away. "c-cover up." I say as I felt my other cheek get hot and heard her make a wired noise when she she noticed her underwear was still down.
"What happened." I asked when I gave her my jacket to cover up.
"I-I seen someone, someone was watching me."
"Alex?"
"No I-I didn't get a good look but he was bald. H-he just scared me a lot."
"Ok I think it's time to go back to camp." I said as Sara helped me up.
"Y-ya, um... we're is camp?" She asked.
I looked around and realized we were off the trail and after being punched I have no idea were we are. The only thing we seen was another paper. 2/8 can't run!
Sara POV:
Ok, know I'm scared. Shortly after finding the second piece of paper we found another. 3/8 no eyes!
I don't know why I'm carrying them but I'm starting to regret it. One good thing about this is I don't have to pee as bad right know.
Thankfully the trees are parting and we could see a clearing. The light of the moon made it easier to see and we came out of the trees. About 20 feet away was a cliff and a broken down car.
"I know this please" Tommy said as he walked over to the car. " the high way is up their and that car is from a crash 2 years ago"
I remember Tommy saying something about it on the way hear but forgot why they didn't get the car out. The closer we got the more trashed it looked. I got curious and wanted to see the inside. I walked over to the drivers window and seen another note. 4/8 tall man. After I moved the note I could see through the glass and I screened as I fell down on my ass. Their standing near the trees was the man again.
"Are you ok?!" Tommy asked as he rushed over to me.
"O-over t-their." I stammered as he pulled out his knife and looked around.
"Theirs no one" he said as he looked back at me.
Tommy POV:
Sara is starting to creep me out. That's the second time I've heard her scream and haven't seen what she was screaming about. But their are a lot of trees around so he might be hiding.
"Come on, will follow the cliff until we find a way up to get up on the highway." I tell her as I help her up. She didn't say anything but nods. I grip the knife beater and we continue to follow the cliff. I don't know we're it will go but anywhere is better then hear.
Sara POV:
Can't run, tall man, no eyes, the trees. Their warnings, but from what? My desperation to pee is now coming back and I want to pee so bad but can't, not with that....THING being out their. As we walked I slipped my hand under Tommy 's jacket and hold myself to try and release some pressure from my aching bladder.
"Hay over their." Tommy said as he seen a small section in the cliff that could allow us to climb up to the highway.
"Ok I'll help you up first and climb up right after you." Tommy said looking back at me and seeing me holding myself.
"N-no, what if that thing is up their" I asked as I realized I was still holding myself and let go.
"That's the safest place to go. And if he still hear I can take him on." It might be that I'm to desperate to argue but I did as he said. When we got closer I seen another note. 5/8 no, no,no. I took it and put it with the others not really knowing why. I did a quick look around to see if he was around and then tired to climb up. From time to time I had to stop because some pee would escape from my bladder and into my underwear. I could feel the wet spot growing and I just hoped none dripped onto Tommy. Tommy finally had to push me up the last of the way before he could start to climb. When I was up I shoved both hands down and grabbed myself. All I can think about is the relief I could get if I just let go, And why not let go, no one can see me. I try to get up so I can take off this jacket and not get it wet. Buts that's when I see the note, and just a few feet away from me. As if in a trans I walk over to it. 6/8 always watching. I felt a deep cold shiver run down my spine and I again throw my hands over myself as pee stated to escape. When I got control again I grabbed the note and shoved it in my jacket as I heard. Tommy start to climb up. I hobbled over to him and gave him my hand to help him up.
"Your hand is wet, did you....?" Tommy started to ask.
"N-no, it's just sweat" I lied. I didn't want him knowing that, But I think he could tell I was lying since my other hand was still holding my crotch.
"Ready to go?" He asked and I nodes.
I did a quick look back down the cliff we came up and my heart nearly stopped. Standing just at the edge of the cliff was a tall man in a black suite, and had no face.
Tommy POV:
Sara just ran. Well with both her hands on her crotch it was like a weird jog. Did she see him again? We're is he! I looked back down and distinct see anything. When I looked up Sara was getting far and I took off after her. As soon as I see this fucker I'm fucking him up for scaring Sara like this.
Sara POV:
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!!! Someone, anyone, please help me! That thing is going to kill me! I thought as I ran. A strong pain hit me hand I had to stop and bend over to try to keep it all in. I heard Tommy come close to me and he started to rub my bent back trying to soothe my pain.
"Just lit go. It's alright." He said knowing I was about to burst anyway. If I wasn't so fucking scared I would have hit him for saying that, but I was in so much pain that if I didn't let go it will still come out soon weather I like it or not.
I stopped fighting and just let go. I felt the warm liquid fill my underwear and run through my fingers. The pee was coming out at full force soaking everything as it agent down my legs and filled my boots. A puddle began to form and was growing fast. Tears soon came out of my eyes, both from the shame of wetting myself like a little girl in front of Tommy and from the bliss I got from how good it felt to let go and feel the warmth spread over me. after about a minute my pee slowed down and soon stopped. The puddle was know all around me and Tommy was stepping in it. Know I was crying a harder just from the shame of peeing myself. He pulled my close and gave me a hug, saying that it was ok he was their for me.
After about another minute Tommy noticed something. "Is that a stop sign? "
I turned my head and seen the stop sign, the same stop sign that meant we were only two miles away from town, but I also seen the note, and If I had any more pee in my I would be wetting myself again. As the ringing in my ears got louder, and louder I read the note. 7/8 HELP ME!
Monday news.
A family of 4 was camping this weekend along with a family friend. 17 year old Tommy Webster was taken into custody for the disappearance of 4 people after he was found covered in blood and had 7 pieces of paper in his hand.
Investigators found the family car of Tommy Webster's parents. It was parked just outside the camp groupings with both doors open. 18 year old Alex Webster's cell phone was found 30 feet from the camp grounds and 17 year old family friend Sara Robert's pants were hanging from a tree branch half a mile way.
When questioned about what happened all he said was "he killed her, that slender man killed her." He was then taken away before we could ask any more.
Tuesday news.
Tommy Webster disappeared from his cell last night. Video cameras had went fuzzy but it picked up Tommy's screams for help. After 10 seconds the cameras are fixed and the screaming is gone. In the cell their is only a piece of paper. 8/8 Don't touch the first note.
Edited November 21, 2013 by lightman
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I’ve been lurking on these forums for a little while now, reading through the various pieces of submitted fiction texts, and now I think it’s time I gave it a go myself. This is my first Omo fiction writing, constructive criticism is gratefully accepted but there is to be no detrimental comments please. If the majority like this story, I may write some more with the same characters in, I’ve got a few more ideas about what I could include, but if you want anything specific, please do not hesitate to ask in the comments. Just before we begin, this story contains 13 year olds in desperation and wetting scenarios. If you dislike this, please abandon this thread.
Chapter 1
Beep, beep, beep! Chorused three alarm clocks in near perfect unison. Beep, beep, beep!
Next to these alarm clocks lay three beds in a line, nothing but a small bedside table separating each of them from being joined. The decoration of the room suggested three people with completely different personalities resided in this room. The room appeared to be divided into three equal sections, each section containing a radically different array of items than the other two. One third included various stuffed toys and Teddy Bears and a few Murder Mystery and Crime Drama books hastily put onto a Mahogany bookshelf with no apparent order or structure, some were placed on top of each other, others were placed side by side in some semblance to a line. It was obvious that whoever ‘owned’ this section of the room wasn’t a very organised person. Another third of the room was the polar opposite to the previous; it was neatly kept with nothing littering the floor and not a single object out of place. This section included a bookshelf much like the one in the disorganised third but all the books on it were neatly aligned with Library-like order, separated alphabetically by the author’s surname. These books were of various genres: adventure, romance, comedy, fantasy, drama, sci-fi, the list goes on. There was also a Laptop computer resting on the coffee table in the middle of this section, its screen were down but it was not switched off, a faint whirring noise indicated that it was in Sleep Mode. The last third of the room couldn’t have been any more different. Instead of a bookshelf full of books, it was instead full of various videogames and strategy guides, what little books survived on there were all of the ‘Steamy’ romance genre. A small 18” flat screen TV stood on a Glass TV stand, a Games Console rested underneath. There were no stuffed toys in this section of the room; instead there were various posters of the latest games to hit the stores on the walls. Clothes littered the floor in this third; the person who called this section their own must not really care about tidiness what so ever.
The alarm clocks continued their morning chorus until a small hand came out from under the pink, heart-print sheets of the bed to the furthest left. *Click* The other two alarm clocks continued their relentless attempt at waking up the other sleeping residents of this room. From the middle bed, with pink striped sheets covering it, another hand came up to stop the noise of another alarm clock. *Click* However, the third person was a little harder to wake up than the other two. Beep, beep, beep! The last alarm clock continued.
“Just a little longer…” came the mumbled reply of the last sleeping person.
Beep, beep, beep! Was the reply of the alarm clock. Irritated by the ongoing racket, the person in the middle bed stepped out. The girl had light brown hair, green eyes and was approximately 5 feet tall. She was wearing a white nightgown. She walked over to the sleeper’s bed and switched the alarm clock off. After that, she gave the person in the bed a good shake in an attempt to rouse them from their slumber.
“Come on, Casey, wake up already!” the girl shouted.
“Just a little longer…” was the barely audible reply.
“No, right NOW!” The girl shoved Casey out of the bed. This, and probably the impact she had when she hit the floor, woke Casey up. She was wearing a black t-shirt and some red shorts; she had chestnut brown hair and green eyes as well. When she stood up, she was about 1 inch taller than the other girl.
“What was that for, Carrie?!” she shouted at the girl in the white nightgown.
“It was the only thing that would actually wake you! You sleep heavier than a hibernating bear!” Carrie replied, clearly agitated.
“Morning already?” Came a quiet reply from the other end if the room, near the pink bed. Out of this bed rose a girl with ash blonde hair. She was dressed in a pink Nightgown. When she had finished rubbing the tiredness out of her eyes, she opened them. Like the other two, she also had green eyes. She was shorter than Carrie by about an inch or two.
“What gave that away, Cleo? The alarm clock or the loud thud of your lazy sister falling out of bed?” Carrie asked sarcastically.
“Shut up! Why can’t you just wake me up like a normal person would instead of practically flipping me out of the bed?!” Casey replied angrily.
“Well, if you slept like a normal person then maybe I wouldn’t have to resort to doing that?”
“8:25 already?” Cleo said while yawning sleepily. “Need to…hurry…” She fell back onto the bed and continued sleeping.
“8:25?! The bus comes in 15 minutes! We’ll be late for school!” Carrie exclaimed while shaking Cleo awake.
Cleo woke up and the mad rush to get ready for the bus ensued. This was a common occurrence in the Juniper household. Almost every Monday morning, the triplets, Casey, Carrie and Cleo, would wake up late and end up having to rush to catch the School Bus. They would take a quick shower, wolf down their breakfast and then run out of the door in a hurry to the Bus Stop just outside the Convenience store at the end of their street.
Once the initial rush had died down, the girls shoot by the door and got their shoes on. Casey, now wearing a light blue sleeveless hooded top and a white mini-skirt bend down to pick her shoes up.
“Penguin panties? Aren't you a little too old for them, Casey? You're meant to be 13, not 3” Carrie teased. Upon hearing what her sister had said, Casey quickly pulled her Blue trainer on and pushed the back of her skirt down.
“S-shut up! I was in a hurry, remember? I just grabbed the first clean pair of panties I saw.” Casey replied while blushing. “Anyway, that’s no better than what you are wearing. Stripes are meant to be slimming, is that why you are wearing striped panties, fatty?” She retorted.
“N-no, of course not!” It was no Carrie’s turn to blush. Carrie was far from fat, she was slim, like her sisters. But she was a little weight concious. like most teenage girls. Carrie was wearing a red and white checked dress with matching skirt and black formal buckled shoes.
“And isn't Cleo wearing Polka-Dot panties? That’s what primary schoolers wear.”
“I thought they were cute.” Was Cleo’s only reply. Cleo was wearing a pink dress and matching trainers.
“If we keep debating what panties we should and shouldn’t wear then we’ll be late for sure!” Carrie said while opening the door.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” Casey said and she ran out of the door.
“Bye, Mom!” They all shouted back and then Cleo closed the door behind her.
All the girls ran to the end of their street and just managed to catch the bus. Once on board, the all sat at the back of the bus. Carrie sat in the middle seat, Cleo to her immediate left and Casey in the seats facing the back of the bus.
“I can see your Penguin.” Carries said teasingly to Casey, who was sitting with her left foot resting on her right knee. Casey turned bright red and pushed the front of her Mini-Skirt down.
“Shut up! You’ll give people the wrong impression!” Casey replied with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.
“And you wouldn’t? If you sit like that, then, if there were people sitting back here, they could see everything up your skirt and they’ll probably think that you’re easy. Does the word ‘dignity’ mean anything to you?”
“Of course it does, there’s only us back here so I thought it would be okay to sit like that! But it turns out that you’re a panty pervert!” Now, Carrie started to blush.
“Don’t call me that! Do you have any idea how bad that must sound?”
“Only as bad as you made me sound when you pointed out that you could see my ‘penguin’. People might think that I’m going commando!”
The conversation was diverted when Casey saw that Cleo was fidgeting a little on her seat. “You alright there, sis?” Casey asked.
“Y-yes. I’m alright. I just…” Cleo replied, blushing a little.
“Just what?” Carrie asked.
“It’s just that… Ikindaneedtopee.” Cleo said, her voice no more than a whisper.
“Pardon?” Carrie questioned. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I kinda need to pee.” Cleo answered, whispering again. “I didn’t get a chance to go to the bathroom this morning.”
This statement reminded the other two that they, too, didn’t get a chance to use the bathroom. They were in so much of a rush it must have slipped their mind. A small twinge could be felt in their bladders, reminding them of their need.
“That’s okay, we can go when we get to school.” Carrie said, reassuringly.
Cleo was fidgeting a little more noticeably now. She could feel the pressure building up insider her bladder, making it hard for her to sit still.
“She might not manage until then, considering how much of a child she still is. She can’t sleep without her precious teddies inside her bed with her.” Casey taunted.
“Be quiet! She may be the youngest of us but that doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s childish!” Carrie retorted bitterly.
“I think I’ll manage.” Cleo said “How much longer until we reach the school?”
“About five minutes, you’ll manage that.” Carrie replied.
The bus went over a road hump and it jolted the whole bus. Because they were sitting at the back of the bus, the jolt was intensified. Cleo yelped and both her hands shot down to her crotch. She pressed them into her girlhood but that wasn’t quite enough, a small spurt escaped her vice grip and slightly dampened her polka-dot panties.
“You alright, Cleo?” Carries asked, worried.
“I think I leaked a little…” Came the reply from the blushing Cleo.
“I told you so, she won’t make it.” Casey gloated.
All Casey got as a reply was a blush from Cleo and an icy death stare from Carrie.
“What?” was all Casey could say to this non-verbal reply.
When Cleo believed that she had regained a bit of control over her internal golden lake, she hesitantly withdrew her hands from her damp crotch and returned to shuffling on her seat.
When they arrived at school. They left the bus, Casey leading, with Carrie in tow and Cleo shuffling along behind them. When they got into the school, they made a bee-line for the restrooms but were stopped by a teacher.
“Casey, Carrie and Cleo Juniper, barely on time as usual I see. There’s an assembly on now, so quickly make your way to the main hall as quietly as possible please.” The teacher said sternly. Cleo whimpered by started heading towards the main hall. Casey and Carrie followed suit.
The assembly was about the renovations being done on the P.E changing rooms. It included that they had been delayed due to lack of materials provided so they were behind schedule and won’t be finished with them until the end of the month. Throughout the assembly, Cleo was squirming around and practically bouncing on the spot. See Cleo in such desperation caused a chain reaction in both her sisters. Their need had intensified a little; it was no longer a niggling thing which they could easily ignore. The pressure inside their bladders had increased and they also started to shuffle around a little.
“How are you holding out?” Carrie whispered to Cleo.
“Not very well…” Cleo replied, a hand moving towards her crotch punctuated this statement. Cleo was beyond the point of just squirming relieving the pressure; she had to resort to a plug to prevent her warm golden fluids from overflowing her internal dam and escaping through her girlhood. The pressure inside her was further increasing, and increasing, and increasing…
A sudden wave of desperation stuck her dam with the force of a tidal wave. Cleo yelped, both hands jammed into her tender girlhood. “I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna pee, I’m gonna pee!” Cleo thought to herself. Another wave, another yelp and… Spurt! Another measure of her warm, golden liquids shot through her dam and hit her panties, making them damp again. Spurt! Another spurt, another trickle of her fluids hitting her panties with a hiss.
“Cleo!” Carrie whispered, slightly louder. “Don’t give in yet!”
“I can’t… I can’t…”
“Hold on! The assembly is nearly over!”
Another wave, this time, it felt like a tsunami on Cleo’s tired bladder muscles. “I can’t hold on any more! I’m gonna pee! I’m gonna pee!” Cleo thought to herself. She was fighting a losing battle; she couldn’t keep control in this state. “It’s coming out! It’s coming out!”
Hissssssssssssss….
Cleo could no longer hold back the relentless flow of golden juices. Her body leaned forward as her yellow liquids overflowed her dam and boke it down. The stream of liquid shot through her fingers and straight onto her polka-dot panties, drenching them. After a few seconds, her panties were not enough to staunch the unstoppable river of golden liquid, it started to pool underneath Cleo, making a golden puddle appear in her seat. Cleo’s skirt was hitched up, luckily, so it didn’t get it wet. After a few more seconds… Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter. Drip, drip drip. Her golden juices started to overflow on the seat and drip onto the floor. Soon, the smell of urine could be smelt in the nearby area. All Cleo could do right now was cry. She had lost the fight with her golden fluid which was now pooling around on the floor beneath her
“Cleo…” Carrie whispered
No reply…
“I told you so!” whispered Casey
“Shut up!” Carrie said, slapping Casey on the face.
Cleo had lost. Soon, this would go around the whole school…
End of chapter 1
(Sorry if it seems long)
Edited: Fixed all typos I noticed (Good start xD)
Edited November 21, 2013 by Nyro
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So, by request, here’s Chapter 2. If you want to know more about the triplet’s past and their ties to a certain girl, just ask and I’ll write a bonus chapter, if I tried to include it all in this chapter, it would de-rail the story a little. Sadly, this chapter includes no wetting accidents, it’s mainly story driven with desperation included in it. (I have a tendency of getting carried away with story telling that I tend to go into more detail than needed. So sorry about that >.< I’ll get back on track in Chapter 3, I can assure you. I just thought about giving my characters more depth, depth which I may have missed out on in the previous Chapter.)
Chapter 2
All eyes were on Cleo now. She could feel their stares burning into here like hot pokers. Carrie placed her arm around Cleo and stood her up. As soon as Cleo was fully standing, drip, drip, drip, the last of the golden lake which gushed out of Cleo was re-joining its counterpart on the floor. Carrie escorted Cleo out of the room.
Roughly 5 minutes later, after the assembly had finished, Casey looked at the seat which Cleo was sitting in. The seat was still dripping onto the floor in a steady rhythm, its sound drowned out by the conversing students. The puddle on the floor had now spread out a good distance since first being made. Just looking at the aftermath of Cleo’s complete loss of control re-awakened the urge to relieve herself in Casey; she instinctively moved her legs closer to each other. “She must have really needed to go.” Thought Casey. “How could I have been so insensitive?! ‘I told you so!’ Is that all I could say? My sister was in floods of tears, crying her eyes out and all I could say to comfort her was ‘I told you so!’ I’m so stupid! She must hate me now. I know I would.” Casey could hear faint sections of the conversations the students were having while they were making their way out of the main hall and to their first lesson. Most of them were about Cleo’s ‘unfortunate accident’. Rumours were sure to spread from this gossip. Twisted and distorted by the students who heard them. Casey knew the most likely person to twist them the most. Melissa Mayers.
Melissa Mayers, daughter and poster girl of the head of the Mayers children’s designer clothes franchise 'Belladonna Baby', used to attend the same Primary School as the Juniper triplets. Melissa was, to put it bluntly, a cunning and egotistical girl. She hated anyone who didn’t have as much money as her parents; she thought they were beneath her. Most of all, she hated the Juniper triplets. Unbeknownst to everyone, the reason she hated them was jealously. She was jealous of how they had each other. Melissa was an only child so she was spoilt rotten; she got everything she wanted whenever she wanted it, except friends. Melissa was lonely. All the ‘friends’ she had only liked her for her money. Melissa was naïve enough to believe that they liked her, and they exploited this to their own ends. Melissa had already earned a mutual hatred from Casey.
Back in Primary school, the Juniper triplets and Melissa were in the same class. Cleo was the main target for Melissa’s jealousy bullying. Melissa used to spread hateful rumours about Cleo that made her a laughing stock for the whole class, the root of these rumours being the biggest focus. Needless to say, Cleo was subjected to name calling, mental assault and other forms of non-physical child bullying. Cleo, being the shy girl that she was, and still is, suffered in silence until, one day, when Melissa drew the attention of a less-than-sneaky bully, Casey and Carrie caught on. They asked Cleo about what has been happening and she told them all she knew. Casey was fuming with rage after hearing Cleo’s story. She confronted Melissa and got into an insult rally with her which soon escalated into Casey completely losing her cool and punching Melissa in the face. Melissa’s father was on the board of governors for that School and this whole dispute nearly got Casey expelled, until some witnesses told the head teacher that it was a provoked attack caused by bullying. Casey got let off with a report and Melissa got away free by ‘bribing the right people’ with her father’s money.
Casey knew that Melissa will soon catch on to the events that had transpired. She wanted to see how her sister was doing, so she asked her Form Tutor, Mrs Bluebell, where Carrie and Cleo went. According to the teacher, they had gone to the staff room. Casey headed there, ignoring the fact that she had a lesson she had to attend right now, all she could think of was her sister’s crying face.
When Casey reached the staff room, she knocked on the door. She heard a faint “Come in.” from Carrie and she opened the door. When Casey entered the room, she was met by a sour look from Carrie. Cleo was sitting in the middle of the leather 3-seater sofa and Carrie was sitting to her right. Cleo was still sobbing quietly, her head in her hands.
“What are you doing here? You should be in English class.” Carrie replied bitterly.
“Can’t I come and see how my baby sister is doing?” Casey answered.
At the sound of the word ‘baby’, Cleo started crying a little bit louder.
“Don’t you think she’s been through enough today?! If you’ve only come here to ridicule her some more then you can get out!” Carried said angrily.
“I meant ‘baby’ figuratively as in ‘youngest’, not the literal term.” Was Casey’s reply.
Carrie didn’t answer, she just glared at Casey. Casey walked over to the Sofa and sat down in the remaining seat; she turned to Cleo and hugged her.
“There, there, sis. Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.” Casey said to Cleo in a comforting tone. Cleo’s crying returned to quiet sobs again, her head was still in her hands. Casey then started stroking Cleo’s hair, hugging her still with one arm. “If anyone gives you heat for this, then you come and tell me straight away, okay? I’ll knock some sense into them.” Casey was like any other big sister; she thought that she and her family are the only ones who can tease her siblings. She meant what she said, if Cleo told her that people were bullying her again, Casey would not hesitate to put them in their place, using violence if needed.
“Oh, so you can be caring sometimes.” Carrie said sarcastically.
“Shut up. I won’t let anyone harm my little sis.” Casey replied, catching on to what Carrie was doing.
“Does the same go for me then?” Carrie asked, putting on a cutesy voice and trying to look cute.
“Of course not.” Casey said jokingly.
All of this seemed to have cheered Cleo up a little; she had stopped crying and was now giggling to herself.
“What’s so funny, sis?” Casey asked Cleo.
“You two.” Cleo replied quietly.
“I can understand you saying that about Casey, but why me?” Carrie asked
“Because you just are.” Cleo replied.
“What makes me funny?” Casey asked Carrie
“Because you just are.” Carrie said, quoting Cleo. “Now then, Cleo. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”
Cleo stood up and went to the toilet in the staff room to get cleaned up and changed.
“We have swimming today, right? So I think Cleo may have to wear her swimsuit under her clothes for now. I don’t think there’s any other option.” Carrie said to Casey.
“Guess she will, if she doesn’t mind that is.” Casey answered, looking towards where Cleo had walked. “I’ll let her know.” She headed off in Cleo’s direction and told her their decision on the other side of the closed door. She could tell by the sound of Cleo’s reply that she wasn’t too keen on it.
Cleo pulled off her dress, trainers and socks. Her trainers and socks were also soaking wet so she knew she would have to change into her P.E shoes and socks. She slipped off her drenched polka-dot panties and assessed the damage of her loss of control. The once white base of her panties was stained slightly yellow. Not a single section of her panties had survived the onslaught of her gushing golden river, they were completely drenched through and they were still dripping wet. She cringed at the feel of them and quickly put them into the plastic bag which her P.E shoes were kept in. She did the same with her wet trainers and socks. “Mom’s not going to be very happy and Dad definitely won’t…” she thought to herself. She cleaned herself up and dried herself with her Swimming towel. “It’s just going to get wet later, so why not use it now?” She also used the talcum powder which came in her swimming bag to help prevent any rubbing from her slightly damp body and her Swimsuit, socks and shoes. Once she had finished cleaning up and changing she went outside the toilet and went to class with her sisters.
All the time Cleo was getting changed, Casey was getting restless. The pressure from her full bladder was now more noticeable. She shifted her weight from side to side and tried to distract herself from the pressure.
“Is there really any point us going to English class now? I mean, we’ve already missed out on three quarters of the lesson. It’ll probably take Cleo the last 15 minutes to get cleaned up and changed.” Casey asked Carrie, trying to sound casual.
“Not really, but after that lesson, we have Science. So we’ll still have to go to that one. Don’t think about using ‘the accident’ as an excuse to miss that lesson as well.” Carrie replied.
“What where we doing in Science again?”
“Looking at the different ways in which water could be converted into a natural re-usable resource. Basically looking at Hydro-power.”
Hearing about water caused a spasm in Casey’s bladder. Her need intensified and she had to cross one leg over the other to prevent any of her liquid from escaping. She did it in a way that made it seem like she was just changing the position she was standing in to not arouse suspicion from Carrie. But it was still quite suspicious. Thankfully, her sister hadn’t noticed.
However, she had noticed a change in her sister’s behaviour as well; she now had one hand in a pocket on her skirt. Carrie didn’t normally put her hands in her pockets, so this made Casey suspicious of her as well. She decided not to point it out.
“Why did she go and have to ask that of all things!” Carrie thought to herself. Having to re-iterate what they were learning about in Science had caused Carrie’s bladder to fill up faster and gain more pressure. She couldn’t keep her golden fluids at bay if she didn’t do something. Fast. She tried to look as discrete as possible while she placed her left hand in her dress skirt pocket and held herself through her skirt and striped panties.
“I never normally put my hands in my pockets. What was I thinking?! Casey’s sure to realise soon that I really need to pee! I need to get my hand out right now!” Although, try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to remove her hand. She instinctively knew that if she did, they’ll be no stopping the onslaught of her golden liquid. So she tried to act as casual as possible.
“How can you forget what we’re learning so quickly? We only started this topic last Friday.” She tried to sound stern, but, she couldn’t stop the slight quake in her voice which came from the fact that she really, really, really needed to pee.
“I can’t help it. We’ve had the whole weekend to forget. My memory is taken up with more important things.” Casey replied. Carrie could detect the quiver in her voice too.
“She must really need to go as well. I won’t give out before her. I’ll endure…” Carrie thought. However, her bladder had another idea in mind. It let out a spasm, this came as a slight shock to Carrie so she wasn’t ready for it. Spurt! Carrie could soon feel a slight warm wetness through her panties and skirt. “Oh no, I peed a little! Can I really endure this?” She started to question her own bladder’s integrity. She did really, really, really need to pee. “Don’t question yourself! That is when you start to lose! Remain firm, show that you’re in charge!” She quickly righted her thought track. “We don’t have much longer until sweet relief! Just 60 more minutes…” Carrie was adamant that she would not lose control. However, was her bladder thinking the same thing?
End of Chapter 2
Chapter 3 will be on its way shortly. Until then, if you want, I could do a "Question the characters" time while we wait. This time will include me (the writer) getting into the role of my creations and answering questions how they would answer them (RP ftw xD) If you do want to do this, just direct your question at whichever character you want to answer it (Either Me, Cleo, Carrie or Casey and maybe Melissa when we fully meet her in the story.) Also, if you want the bonus chapter, it will probably come out about the same time as Chapter 3. I promise to get the story back on track in the next chapter. Nyro out!
Edited: Stupid spell check must be drunk. Can't spell for anything xD.
Edited November 24, 2013 by Nyro
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So, Chapter 3 got delayed due to College work but here it is now. Bonus Chapter is still in development but should be out soon if I can fit it in with my busy Christmas schedule (Christmas Shopping and all that coupled with a few friend’s Christmas do’s and parties) but nonetheless, it will come out soon (hopefully). This Chapter is a little shorter than my other Chapters but hopefully that shouldn't matter much. And now, on with the story!
Chapter 3
Cleo walked out of the toilet and said “It feels weird to wear my swimsuit under my clothes. I don’t like it. What am I going to wear after swimming anyway? Wouldn’t it be wet by then?”
“Wet.” That word caused both of her sisters to visibly flinch. “What’s wrong?”
“I-it’s nothing. Nothing at all!” Came Casey and Carrie’s synchronised quick replies.
“Really?” Cleo tilted her head inquisitively to the left. “If you say so. Off to Science class then. We have a hydropower practical today and if we don’t get there quickly we won’t have any apparatus left to carry it out.”
Another flinch. Cleo disregarded this and proceeded to head out of the staff room.
By now a small wet spot had appeared in Casey’s pale blue penguin panties. “Damn! I can’t give in now!” Casey thought. The slight stinging pain in her bladder now had become a bit more violent. It was now hurting like she had just hit her abdomen against something very hard and hot. Her girlhood was now wet with the golden fluids which managed to break through her iron dam and she could feel another rush of them trying again to break through. She had completely gone past the stage of trying to hide her need. Her left hand was now scrunching up the folds of her white mini skirt and pushing them against her delicate spot. She was finding it a little harder to walk without pressing her legs together a bit more than normal to help stave off any urges of relief from her bladder. She slowly made her way behind Cleo to attend their next lesson.
The already wet spot in Carrie’s panties had become slightly lager as a result of another assault from her bladder against her. It was starting to drip through Carrie’s fingers and her dress pocket was now wet as well. “Why did she have to talk about ‘that’ again! I can’t hold it for much longer… I’m gonna leak…” Carrie’s defeated thoughts invaded her clear mind. Right there and then, a little voice in her head told her to just give in and let it out, but she managed to dismiss that thought. Another voice told her to skip the start of her next lesson and relieve her tired bladder muscles in the toilet behind her, as tempting as this thought sounded; she knew Mr Dogwood, her science teacher, hated students turning up late to his lessons. His punishments were close to that of military punishments. He made students who ‘broke the rules of the class’ stand at the front of the class and support three science tomes, each ranging at about 2000-3000 pages long in each hand and two more science tomes of the same weight on their heads for the duration of the whole lesson. They were not allowed to sit down, speak or drop the books otherwise he’d make them do it for another 30 minutes after the lesson, regardless of if they had another one after it. She knew that if she had to endure that punishment, she’d definitely not make it through the lesson and further humiliate herself be losing control in front of her whole class. “No matter what happens, I can’t let that happen to me! I can’t…” She slowly followed the other two out of the staff room, frantically holding herself through her pockets with both hands.
They managed to make it to Science with not a single moment to spare. They took their seats and waited for Mr Dogwood to start the lesson. Both Carrie and Casey were wildly squirming in their seats but everyone was too fixed on not ‘breaking the rule’ of ‘letting their gaze wander from the teacher while he was talking.’ Everyone apart from Cleo, that is. Cleo was sitting in the middle of her sisters and she couldn’t help but notice their discomfort with sitting still. “Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked them both, whispering underneath Dogwood’s lecture on how Students should all arrive at class before the lesson is due to begin and hand all homework assignments in the day before they are officially due.
“No…” Carrie finally answered, her voice was cracking and she had her hands firmly pushed against her quivering girlhood.
“Do we look alright to you?!” Casey answered sarcastically, but soon regretted it when Dogwood turned away from the board and scanned the room to determine where the sound had come from.
Mr Douglas Dogwood was a man in his mid-thirties. He had slicked back black hair and cold grey eyes. He believed that all secondary school students were unruly ne’er-do-wells and that the only way to get them to do as he wanted them to do was through severe humiliation, physical strain and being made a mockery of. He longed for the day when all old-school punishments, the one’s he loved and was brought up under, made a comeback in modern education. Sadly, due to child safety laws and children’s rights, that wouldn’t happen any time soon. So he thought he had to use his own punishments to maintain control in his class. Needless to say, and much to the surprise of the other teachers, they were severely effective. “Which one of you thought it would be clever to attempt to break the rule of silence while I am talking?” He commanded as his gaze went past the front row of the class and rested on the three girls in the middle of the row. “Was it you, Miss Casey Juniper? You seem to seek to not only break the rule of tardiness to my lessons, but also the one of silence? Do you wish to do what you seem to do in most of my lessons? SPEAK!”
Casey let out a strangled yelp and another spurt of her warm liquid left her girlhood and dampened the crotch of her pale blue panties. “N-no Sir. I-I’m sorry. P-please…” she deliberated on her reply, she wanted to word it in such a way that he would have to let her off the hook but not be bound to any form of unwritten contract that prevented her from ‘forgetting’ any of Dogwood’s ‘rules’.
“Do you lack the ability to form a coherent sentence, or are you just trying to waste more time in my lesson? Which is it?!” Dogwood shouted.
Another leak. Her bladder couldn’t take much more of this stress. If this carried on any longer, she was sure to completely lose control over her golden river.
“I’m sorry, Sir! Please let me off, I promise I won’t do it again! Please, have mercy!” Casey’s rushed reply came from her mouth and made it seem like she was pleading innocence in a court of law against a murder case. “Please, I beg you!” Casey didn’t care much about her image now; she only cared about not humiliating herself on level which could easily get her to be the prime target of Melissa Mayers and other bullies in this school.
Mr Dogwood enjoyed it when students were so scared of him that they couldn’t help but beg him for forgiveness. That’s one of the main reasons why he wanted to teach at Rose Creek Academy for girls. He believed that it was easier to have girls fear him than it was to attempt at having boys do it. In his mind, most girls at all-girl schools hadn’t experienced any form of dominance from men so it was easier for him to gain this dominance. He liked feeling in control, he relished it when he saw them quivering in fear at him. “I will hold your word in that matter. Remember, Casey Juniper, if you ever back out of your word now, I will not tolerate it. You will experience a punishment far worse than that which you are so used to in this class that you seem to enjoy it.” With that statement hanging in the air, Dogwood turned back to the board and continued his lecture.
“Now I’ve done it! I’ve screwed myself over due to my lack of thought. What am I gonna do now!” Casey thought to herself. This brief distraction in her thoughts caused a wave of her golden river to crash against her weakened dam. Casey quickly bunched up her skirt again and forced it against her tender girlhood, attempting to strengthen her tired bladder muscles and force the wave to subside without breaking through. “I can’t hold it… I can’t hold it… I can’t hold it… I’m gonna pee! I’m gonna pee!”
Cleo glanced again at Casey, who was now pretty much the centre of attention for the vast majority of the class. She could practically tell what was wrong with her but she couldn’t help stating the obvious. “Do you really need to pee, Sis?” She whispered to Casey. The only reply she got was a glare from Casey which sarcastically stated ‘How did you figure that out, genius?’ “Oh.” Was Cleo’s reply. “I guess you do.”
After that, Dogwood instructed the class to carry out the practical he illustrated on the board. What the class had to do was power a light-bulb for 10 seconds using only: A miniature waterwheel, a sloped tiered water feature, as much water as they needed, a motor to recycle the water in the feature back to the top, a jug and a winch which attached the waterwheel to a motor fixed against the light-bulb.
And so, further torture for Casey and Carrie began.
Carrie was more desperate now than she had ever been before. She couldn’t remove the hand from her pocket which pressed up against her delicate spot. She had to keep her legs crossed and also bend forward a little just to staunch the unending waves of her warm, Carrie-brand fluid against her eroding dam.
Casey could barely hold, on any longer. As soon as her hand touched the cold jug containing the water which was pre-prepared for the experiment, an audible wave of her golden fluid eroded past her dam.
Hisssssssssss.
Her pale blue panties were now drenched at the crotch and converted to a deep blue.
Drip, drip, drip.
They dripped onto the floor beneath her, creating a small puddle.
“Casey…” Cleo said. She then quickly searched in the cupboard in the practical cubicle which the three were in. She found a bowl which was probably used for other experiments; it was large and deep and could probably hold a good litre or two of water, or any other fluid! An idea hit Cleo, she grabbed this bowl and placed it on the floor in front of Casey. “Here! Use this!”
Casey was beyond the point of caring what she relieved herself in; she just wanted to make it through without any embarrassing accidents. She kicked the bowl under herself and pulled her skirt up and just crouched over it, disregarding her panties.
Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter. Pitter, patter.
She let it all out into the bowl. It felt like pure ecstasy. Casey had never felt such relief before. She was lost in the bliss of her pleasure. Her golden river flowing through her panties, tainting them deep blue, flowing straight into the bowl. She took a few seconds to relish the pleasure of relief.
“Haaaaaaahhhhhhhh.” Casey sighed with relief.
“Wow…” Cleo replied a little shocked. Carrie had just turned her back and plugged her ears with her hands. Crossing her legs and bending forward slightly.
Drip, drip, drip.
Casey shook off the last few drops of her golden river into the bowl. Her panties were still dripping, her girlhood still vibrating from the torrent of liquid which left her. “Much better.” She said, clearly content with her relief. She let her mini-skirt drop back into place. She glanced at her handiwork; the bowl was about one third full of her golden liquid. “Now, what are we going to do with this?” She asked her sisters.
End of Chapter 3
Not sure when Chapter 4 will be out, but this and the in-development bonus Chapter should hopefully suffice for a short while. Previous offer about a "Ask the Characters" time is still open. Nyro out!
Edited December 3, 2013 by Nyro
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Thankfully, I’ve managed to find time to fit some writing in, so, much sooner than I anticipated, here is Chapter 4. I’ve put my Bonus Chapter on hold for now, I considered it more beneficial to continue the story rather than de-rail it with a Chapter regarding the past of the girls. Rest assured, I will finish writing up my bonus Chapter and post it when I see it fit that it will not interrupt any arc already in place within the story.
Chapter 4
Cleo just stared, mouth wide open, at her sister. Carrie had now removed both her hands from her ears and moved them straight down to her girlhood, squeezing it tight to prevent any leakage from her bursting bladder.
“Why so quiet? Cat got your tongue?” Casey questioned the two silent girls.
Cleo tried to voice a reply, but no sound came out of her mouth. Her mind was still reeling with what had just transpired a few seconds earlier. Her eldest sister, her role model, had just thrown aside any dignity which she may have had and relieved herself, through her panties, into a plastic bowl. Cleo felt shocked and, strangely, captivated by the display. Her abdomen burned and her girlhood felt like it was itching. She had never experienced this feeling before, it was scary, but at the same time felt strangely pleasurable. Her young mind was still trying to process what had happened, catalogue it and then decode the situation into terms which she herself knew. All she could think of at that moment in time was how she longed to rub away the itch which had suddenly struck her tender treasure. She secretly put her hand under her skirt and slid it into the side of her swimsuit. When she touched her treasure, it was wet, but not with urine. Instead, it felt like it was slippery. When she pulled her hand out, a clear liquid was on her fingertips. She was curious as to what this liquid was. She was snapped from her intrigue by having her shoulders shook by Casey.
“Hey! You in there Cleo?” Casey asked
“Huh?” was all Cleo could reply with.
“I asked you earlier, what should we do with this?” She said, indicating the bowl which became a makeshift toilet.
Cleo suddenly remembered Carrie’s desperate need for relief, her mind answered before her mouth. “Carrie, want to use it before we clean it out? You need to go really badly too, right?”
Carrie could not believe what she was hearing; this wasn’t like the innocent Cleo she knew at all. The Cleo she knew would turn bright red and face away from this and escape into her own private world, disregarding what was happening around her until she’d recovered from her extreme embarrassment. She turned bright red and stuttered her reply to Cleo.
“O-of course NOT! W-why would I do such a thing like that?! D-do you take me for some tart off the streets or something?! No WAY on this Earth would I ever do something so embarrassing, degrading, undignified and dirty like pee in a BOWL! A BOWL! I-I can hold it until I find the proper receptacle to do that deed in.” Despite the confidence she delivered that statement with, Carrie still, at the back of her mind, considered it to be a great option, regardless of the drawbacks of it. However, she couldn’t let her sisters know that. To them, she was the epitome of acting ladylike. If she even hinted at considering relieving herself in that manner, her image will be ruined.
After the strange feeling escaped her, she thought over her question to Carrie, Cleo now knew just exactly what she had said. Her face flushed and she covered her mouth in shock. “What did I just say? What’s happening? Why did I say that?” Cleo thought to herself.
“H-huh…w-wha…u-um…e-EH?!” was all that came out of Cleo’s mouth.
“She seems like she’s back to her normal self again.” Carrie thought.
Both Carrie and Casey decided to leave Cleo to her nonsensical stammerings. Casey tipped the bowl into the sink inside their cubicle. Afterwards, she found some cleaning agent in the cupboard and proceeded to clean the bowl. When the task of cleaning was finished, she slipped off her drenched panties and squeezed all the excess liquid out of them into the sink. Her panties were nearly completely soaked through, the only dry section of them left was the waistband and a little bit of material underneath it. Everything else was tainted a deep blue. When she believed that they were dry enough to be bearable for a short while, she slipped them back on and cleaned her hands.
During this time, Carrie was holding herself frantically and bouncing from foot to foot in an attempt at subduing the maelstrom of liquid inside her bladder. After about 3 minutes of this, the maelstrom had died down and Carrie could stand normally, she didn’t know how long this would last but it would have to do.
About 5 minutes after Casey had finished cleaning the bowl, Cleo finally managed to calm herself down a little, she was still embarrassed but she could at least compose herself a little again. She looked at her sisters and asked, head tilted to the side:
“What are we doing, again?”
“Playing poker with an Irish Wolfhound.” Casey answered sarcastically. “What do you think we’re doing, you ditz?! We’re finishing up our task for today. We just need to attach the last few mechanisms and pour the water over the wheel and them we’re done.”
“Oh. Okay” Cleo replied, smiling a little. She looked a Carrie who was just standing in the corner of the cubicle, completely oblivious to what was going on, and asked “Are you joining in too?”
Carrie flinched at the sudden question and said “I think I’ll pass. After all, it’s time you two started pulling your weight a little in group tasks. You normally leave all the work to me. This should be a valuable learning experience for the two of you.” Carrie said this, but the truth was that she was sure that if she even touched a single drop of water, her warm golden river would come gushing out of her at full pelt. She was barely holding it back now.
“If you say so.” Cleo answered, a little surprised by the sudden change of attitude in her sister.
When the task was finished, Mr Dogwood went around each group’s cubicle and checked to see if they had done what he had asked. All practical experiments had yielded just the results he wanted. By now the lesson was nearing its end; he reviewed his original lesson plan and ‘asked’ the students if they believe they had met it. Naturally, all of them agreed. He dismissed them all to break.
Breaks at Rose Creek Girl’s Academy (RCGA) lasted around 20 minutes. In this time, the students were allowed to attend to toileting needs, personal needs or grab a quick snack and drink in the canteen. Carrie had long awaited this time. She felt like she would finally be able to relieve the pent up pressure which had been assaulting her bladder for the whole morning. That is, until she saw the long line in front of the toilets.
The ‘results’ which Dogwood wanted from his lesson were not the ones he told the students he wanted. That was just a cover up. His real ideas were much more sinister. He wanted the lesson to exact an acceptable form of water torture on the girls in his class. If he could just see the results of this plan, he would be pleased to see that it had worked. Naturally, he could tell at the end of his lesson that most of the girls were desperate to relieve themselves as they were shifting in their seats and bouncing their legs up and down. He was truly pleased.
RCGA was a large building which was about three stories tall. The institute was technically split into 5 sections. The first floor, the one with the main entrance on, was were all the Year 7’s hung out, there was a main common room, two wings, a multitude of classes and 3 toilets, one in the common room and one in each wing. The second floor, was again split into 3 sections, the main common room was for both year 8’s and year 9’s, the left wing was were the Year 8’s attended classes and the right wing was where the year 9’s took their classes. Again, this floor had 3 toilets on it in the same places as the previous floor. Finally, the third floor was reserved for the year 10’s and 11’s. It was pretty much like the previous floors, a shared common room and two wings split between the two year groups and three toilets in total. Students were only allowed to go to floors and wings up to their year group. For example, year 9’s could go throughout the whole first floor and the entirety of the second floor, but they can’t go to the third floor. This was in place to separate the year groups into manageable chunks and have only the higher years able to roam the full campus.
This policy, however, did not help in the situation which Carrie was in. She was about to accept the fact that she had to queue up to relieve herself when she spied a familiar girl at the back of the snaking line. This girl was Melissa Mayers.
Melissa was every bit the princess which she made out to be. She was clothed in a silky lilac dress with silver lining, I looked like the stereotypical sort of outfit Japanese pop idols wore; it had the initials “BB” written on the back in a flowing script. She had her shoulder length raven hair neatly combed back and held in place by a Gem-Studded hairband (The gems were imitations, but that didn’t stop her from flaunting them around and claiming that they were the real thing. They were so well made that only a true jewel crafter could determine that they weren’t the genuine article.) Her shoes were the same colour as her dress and emblazoned with “BB” in the same script. However, right now, she didn’t look very princess-like at all. She was ‘secretly’ holding herself under her dress, hopping from foot to foot and muttering under her breath.
“I don’t believe this academy! Why should a princess like me have to wait in line like these plebeians to use the Bathroom, of all the places?! If Daddy could see this now, he would close this place down for lack of respect towards his little princess! Why must I attend this commoner’s educational facility in the first place? If I had my way I’d…”
Carrie couldn’t help but chuckle to herself at the situation which the academy’s self-proclaimed princess was in. She knew that if she joined the line, a conflict would be unavoidable, so she begrudgingly decided to go and check the common room to see if the toilets there were free.
After about 10 minutes of searching, her desperate need becoming more apparent, she couldn’t find a toilet on any floor she was allowed on without a long line in front of it. The break time was nearing its end and she could tell that, just by looking at the length of the lines outside of them, no toilet would be free before she had to attend her Swimming class. She thought that she could use the toilet inside the changing rooms, until she remembered that they were still being renovated. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back the torrent inside her bladder; she only hoped that she would be able to make it through until lunch…
Mercilessly, the bell signalling the end of break rang and the triplets made their way to their form room to get ready for swimming lessons. Cleo only had to remove her dress and shoes and she was ready for Swimming. She waited for her sister to change. During this time, her mind still tried to piece together the events which happened so suddenly in Science. She was starting to feel the same strange yet pleasurable feeling which she felt after seeing Casey relieve herself through her panties into the plastic bowl. The itch had returned to her delicate spot and she just wanted to rub it away again.
Casey had asked Cleo at break whether she had somewhere where she could put her wet panties. Cleo suggested that she used her shoe bag inside of her P.E bag. Casey did as Cleo suggested but now she wondered what she would wear under her skirt after Swimming. She didn’t like the idea of going commando and the only other option is that she fully dried her Swimsuit and wore that under her clothes like Cleo was doing. The latter seemed like the only plausible plan so she decided that that is what she was going to do.
Carrie was in a constant need of relieving herself now. Every movement she made sent a little spurt of her warm fluid inter her striped panties. She quickly took them off first and slipped the bottom of her swimsuit on to try and provide a little protection against the relentless onslaught of her warm fluids. “It’s only going to get wet anyway, so no one will notice if…” she considered the option of relieving herself in the pool when she had the chance. With an embarrassed blush and a quick shake of the head, she no longer considered it a viable option. “I’m 13 now, a teenager! I can’t go wetting myself in a pool! It’s just not right and it’s unhygienic and unladylike and degrading and…”
Hisssss…
A stream of her golden fluid broke through her dam and wet the inside of her swimsuit. Both of her hands shot down to her girlhood to hold back the flow. After what seemed like an age of squeezing, she finally managed to regain control over it. By now the inside of her swimsuit was already quite wet. “On no! I can’t hold it back much longer. I’m not gonna make it…” She quickly took off the rest of her clothes and hastily shoved her swimsuit on.
The RCGA Swimsuit was a plan navy blue one piece with the Academy’s logo on the top left corner of the front of the swimsuit. The logo was a shield with a river and a rose on it; it also had the Academy’s name on it in calligraphy-like script. Beneath the logo was a small plastic-wallet-like holder where the laminated card indicating the year and form group the student was in for interschool competitions was placed. All of the triplet’s swimsuits had “9R3” on the card inside the wallet.
The girls made their way out to the private pool at the back of the gymnasium. Carrie was holding herself every step she took. The swimming coach was waiting for them and she briefed them on what they will be doing this lesson. After a short while, she sent them off to do warm ups and then get into the pool. It was a nice warm day, the sun was shining high in the sky and a pleasantly cooling wind blew.
Carrie tried to do the warm ups but every stretch she did nearly made her lose control over her personal pool or warm liquid. She managed to get about two stretches done until she couldn’t do any more for fear of losing it there and then.
After all the class had finished their routines, Carrie tentatively moved towards the pool, just looking at the water nearly made her internal pool gush out of her. She placed herself on the ladder over the pool and in one quick movement dropped down into the pleasantly warm water.
Hisssssssssssssss…
The initial contact with the water sent a spasm through Carrie’s whole body. Her floodgates opened and her warm liquid came gushing out of her at full pelt. She tried in vain to stem the flow but to no avail. Eventually, she just gave up and let her whole bladder empty through the material of her swimsuit into the water. The feeling was pure bliss. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief, momentarily lost in the pure ecstasy of her accident. Thankfully, the pool didn’t have any chemical in it which would react with urine and the water was already warmed by the Sun so her accident went unnoticed by everyone.
After the moments of sheer bliss and relief, the truth of the matter finally hit Carrie.
“What have I done?! How could I do such a thing?!”
End of Chapter 4
So, there you have it. Chapter 4. Nyro out! |
Here’s the Bonus Chapter. I decided to put it in now as the next arc of the story is strongly influenced by this past motive for the Triplet’s hate towards Melissa, and it also gives some depth to Melissa as a character as well. This is mainly a story driven chapter but it does include some Omo moments in, be them quite few. It also contains strong issues like bullying and humiliation. It also includes loli wetting and bedwetting (set 4 years before the actual story, making the Triplets around 9 years old) so avoid if any of this upsets you. I’ll be sure to make sure you can still understand what is going on in the story when it returns to normal flow. This is a long Chapter, averaging at about 10,576 words (counted by Word), but it does provide valuable backing story to the 4 main characters, Cleo, Carrie, Casey and Melissa.
BONUS CHAPTER
Wednesday morning, 8:00am.
All was quiet in the Juniper triplet’s room. The sun slowly leaked through the partially open curtains, giving the room a soft, warm glow. Cleo, Carrie and Casey Juniper lay, still sleeping, in their beds. However, one of the girls, Cleo, was stirring in her bed. She slowly rolled over, from her left side to her back.
Cleo’s eyelids slowly fluttered open. The small girl had ash blond hair and green eyes. She was wearing pink strawberry prink pyjamas. She sat up rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. After she had woken up a little, she felt a strange damp sensation around her waist and down her left leg. She fidgeted a little in her bed, at the current moment she just dismissed it as sweat. It was a typically hot summer night the previous night, so she wasn’t surprised that she was a little clammy.
Still, she couldn’t just dismiss it that easily. She slowly made a mental checklist of what she could remember doing the night before. “Changed into pyjamas: check, Brushed teeth: check, Tidied my section of the room: check….” She couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something… “Put on ‘sleep panties’: no, Went to the bathroom…” She gasped and quickly checked under her covers.
Sure enough, not only her pyjama bottoms were wet, so were the covers under her legs. “Oh no, not again! Mom told me to put on my ‘sleep panties’ and ensure that I went to the bathroom before getting into bed. How could I forget?! She’s going to be so mad at me.”
Cleo had been suffering from bedwetting problems since she was 5 years old. Her mother would always scold her and make her clean her own bed sheets, bed clothes and anything else which she got wet. Her father would also strictly discipline her for her ‘lack of self-control’, as he put it, by making her pay for her own ‘sleep panties’ out of her pocket money.
Cleo felt like crying there and then, but she knew that wouldn’t help anything. So, red with embarrassment and shaking with fear, she slowly made her way out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen where her Mother and Father were having breakfast. The policy of the Juniper household was that all accidents, be them toileting, physical or destructive, were to be reported as soon as they happen to either June, the triplet’s Mother, or Timothy, the triplet’s Father.
The kitchen door was closed and that made it even more intimidating for little Cleo. She slowly reached her trembling hand towards the door handle and pulled it down. She pushed at the door and it opened without a sound. She peeked her head around the corner of the door, hiding her wet clothes and body behind it., and said in a trembling voice.
“Mom, I had an accident.”
Both Timothy and June were sitting at the table talking about various things. Upon hearing Cleo’s statement, June turned towards Cleo and said.
“What kind of accident?”
Cleo couldn’t bring herself to say it, so, instead, she decided to step into the kitchen and show them her soaked pyjama bottoms. She hung her head in shame and submission and stood there, waiting for the inevitable.
Timothy just looked angrily at Cleo for a few moments and went back to reading the book in his hand. June stood up and walked over to where Cleo was. Without even having to ask what had happened, the tell-tale angle the wetness was at and the sleeping position which Cleo always liked ever since she was a baby basically signposted what kind of ‘accident’ Cleo had, she said.
“Where’s the rest? There’s got to be more than just your pyjamas that are wet.”
Cleo turned away and made the walk of shame back to her room. Her sisters were bound to know what she had done as soon as their Mother walked into their room.
Cleo walked up to her bed, her Mother following after, and pulled back the top covers to reveal a large wet patch in the middle of the bed. Urine could also be faintly smelt near the wet patch.
“Strip the bed, clean the mattress, and put both the covers and your clothes in the washing machine. I expect to see you downstairs with your clothes and sheets in no more than 10 minutes. The washing powder and fabric softener used is going to be coming out of your next pocket money.” June said in a commanding tone.
“Yes Mom…” Cleo replied, her voice as soft as a whisper.
By this time, her sisters had already woken up.
“Not again, Sis. You’re going to end up with no pocket money at this rate.” Casey sighed as she got out of bed. Casey had green eyes and chestnut brown hair. She was also quite small. She was wearing red pyjamas. The design on them was meant to mimic that of pixilated blood being splashed from the picture of a pixel zombie with a bullet hole in its head on the front of the top. Casey always liked Zombie Shooter games, much to her parent’s dislike. She was banned from playing them by her Mother yet she still somehow managed to ‘convince’ her Father to buy them for her. ‘Convince’ meaning that she followed her Father around game shops with a copy of the game she wanted and continuously pestered him to buy it until he finally gave in to keep her quiet. Once the game was brought for her, she would often stay up late at the weekends and play it in secret, much to Cleo’s dismay. Cleo didn’t like anything ‘scary’ and she considered these games to be just that.
“Your heart’s as icy cold as ever, I see. Have some sympathy, can’t you see she’s really upset right now.” Carrie said as she climbed out of bed. Carrie had light brown hair, a petite body and, like her Sisters, green eyes. She was wearing a plain light blue pyjama set. Carrie was the mediator for any quarrels which Cleo and Casey had; however, she always took Cleo’s side as Casey’s was pretty insensitive most of the time. Carrie was much loved by both her parents for her seemingly flawless personality. She was always a high achiever, she was ahead with her developmental milestones by about a year or two and she always gave her best at everything which she did. Her only flaw, unbeknownst to both her sisters and her parents, was that she was as stubborn as ever, once she set her mind to something, nothing would stop her no matter what it may be.
“Want me to help clean and strip your bed while you clean yourself up in the bathroom?” Carrie offered to Cleo.
“Yes…” Cleo said with a slight nod. “But I have to be the one to carry them down otherwise Mom will be mad at me.”
“Not like she already isn’t.” Casey injected into the conversation with a mischievous grin.
Cleo just made a stifled whimper at that statement.
“Quiet, you! Haven’t you got to be getting ready for breakfast?” Carrie said angrily to Casey.
Casey just shrugged and proceeded to get changed.
Cleo made her way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Once inside, she bolted the door behind her and proceeded to remove her drenched pink strawberry print pyjamas. Her pyjama bottoms were completely soaked around the crotch and down the left leg and her pyjama top was also wet along the bottom left side; thankfully, her vest managed to escape any damage. Her once white bunny print panties were now tinged yellow near the crotch and the left hand side of them were tinged yellow and completely soaked as well. She placed these wet clothes on the floor near sink. She picked up a flannel and some soap and proceeded to clean herself from the waist down. Once she had finished, she picked up her wet clothes and the flannel she used and went back to her room to collect her bed sheets.
She took them downstairs and proceeded to carry out the now routine task of washing her clothes and bed sheets. After she had put her soiled garments on a wash cycle, she picked up some cleaning fluid from the cupboard near the washing machine and took it upstairs to clean her mattress.
Both her sisters were now dressed and ready to eat breakfast. Carrie and Casey were now dressed in blue and white checked dresses with black school shoes on, the Uniform for their primary school. Carrie had her shoulder length hair neatly combed and held back by a black hairband and Casey still had her neck length hair in the ‘bed head’ style.
“Yo, Sis, if you don’t hurry they’ll be no breakfast left for you.” Casey said as Cleo entered the room.
“…’kay.” Was the mumbled reply from Cleo.
Cleo sprayed the cleaning agent on the large wet patch on her mattress and wiped it down with the cleaning cloth. One she had re-made her bed, she got dressed and ready for school. She put some yellow orange print panties her school’s uniform. She combed her shoulder length hair and tied it in a side pony tail. Once she was ready, she made her way downstairs for breakfast as well.
The triplet’s breakfast consisted of French toast and Orange Juice. Once they had finished eating, they got their school bags and headed for the front door. They waited for June to open the front door and unlock the Metallic Red car on the driveway. They climbed into the back seats and strapped their seatbelts in and waited for June to get into the driver’s seat and start up the car.
Beech Hill Primary wasn’t far from the Triplet’s home; it took about 10 minutes to get there by car and roughly 30 minutes by foot. It was a large primary school able to teach at least 20 classes of 30 children and it also had a large playground about the size of a football pitch. The students who attended were slightly ahead of their developmental norms so it was kind of a school for intelligent children.
The car pulled into the large parking lot around the side of the school and the triplets un-strapped their seatbelts and jumped out of the car. They had about 5 minutes to get to their classroom so they said a quick goodbye to their Mother and ran off towards the main school building.
They managed to get to their classroom without a moment to spare. Their teacher, Miss Marigold, greeted them warmly and asked them to sit down quickly and quietly as they were about to do morning registration.
Miss Elisa Marigold was a young woman who had just passed her primary teaching QTS (Qualified Teaching Status) no more than a year ago. She was about 24 years old and her first teaching job was in Beech Hill primary. She was eager to teach year 5 classes as that was her preferred teaching age. She was always practical with her lesson planning and allowed a lot of lee-way with them as she always liked the children to be able to do some of what they wanted during her lessons. Her preferred subject was English Literature and she always promoted time for private reading in her class schedule.
“You three came in at just the right time, you’re next on the register.” Miss Marigold said as the triplets sat down. “I can mark you off as being ‘on time’ instead of ‘late’.”
The register continued and the lessons began.
First period was Mathematics. Carrie enjoyed mathematics but Casey couldn’t stand it. Casey didn’t understand anything to do with mathematics; she always turned to Carrie and copied her answers, much to Carrie’s protest.
“If you don’t try to do some equations yourself, you’ll never get the hang of it.” Carrie lectured Casey.
“I would, but it’s all Greek to me. What are these symbol which look like ‘I’s’ and ‘V’s’?” Casey retorted
“That’s Roman, not Greek! They’re Numerals. Back in Rome many, many years ago, this is what the Romans used to number things, much like we use regular number like 1’s and 2’s.”
“I know, but what has that to do with Maths equations?”
“They’re numbers! Mathematics is all about numbers. Sometimes, these numerals are even used today. Just look at those Zombie shooter series you have at home. The sequel numbering uses Roman numerals like ‘Zombie Outbreak Part III’” Carrie wrote down the title as she dictated to Casey how Numerals are used today, she thought that a practical example, especially one which Casey knew and loved, would help her understand Numerals.
“Hey, I love that series! Nothing gets you ready for bed like shooting a few Zombies’ brains out!”
“I beg to differ. Anyway, that’s beside the point. Look at the ‘III’ at the end of the title, they’re numerals. You can use them in the place of numbers. It would look a little boring if we just used a regular ‘3’ there, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess so. So, all I have to do is basically change each regular number to either several ‘I’s’ or ‘V’s’?”
“Not quite, ‘4’ written in numerals is ‘IV’” Carrie said as she sketched down the numeral 4 on a piece of scrap paper. “’5’ is written in numeral ‘V’. ‘9’ is written in numerals ‘IX’. ’10 is written in numeral ‘X’” More sketching as she spoon-fed the information to Casey. “Basically, all you have to do is before each number ending in ‘4’, like ‘14’ for example, is put ‘IV’ after the X and before each number ending in ‘9’, like ‘19’, is put ‘IX’ after the X again. Every other number is basically just the same as the earlier ones but with more X’s in front until 100.”
“So, if I wanted to write 17 in numerals, I’d use ‘XVII’?”
“Pretty much. See, you’re getting the hang of it now! Try to do questions 1 through to 10 and check with me to see if they’re right. I want you to do this yourself, don’t ask Cleo for help.”
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.” Casey said as she started searching through the workbook for the question Carrie was on.
“Page 26” Carrie said as she saw her sister fumble with the pages.
After an uneventful Maths lesson, it was English. Cleo loved English as she was an avid reader, she loved reading before going to bed as she believed that it relaxed her and allowed her to sleep better, plus it gave her something to take her mind off Casey killing Zombies in the most bloody and brutal ways possible. Today, they were going through a simplified version of Shakespeare’s play “The Tempest”. Cleo’s vocabulary far surpassed that of the other children in her class, save for Carrie.
The other children in the class didn’t really mind if they were bested in certain subjects by other students, each child attended that school because they were gifted in different subject areas. Cleo was good at English, Casey was good at Art, sport and Creative writing, save for her poor spelling, grammar and punctuation and Carrie was good at practically everything. Many of the other students were perfectly fine with the broad range of talents in the class, all except for one girl. Melissa Mayers.
Melissa was the daughter of the head of the newly founded ‘Belladonna Baby’ children’s fashion range. Her Father, Gerald Mayers, recently came to fame in the world of children’s fashion shortly after he submitted a costume design, modelled by his daughter, to a fashion magazine. The head of a large clothing company saw this submission and believed that Gerald had a future in fashion designs and his daughter, Melissa, had a future in modelling. Melissa was a stunningly cute girl with piercing blue eyes, silky smooth raven hair and a petite body. She had a cute button nose and a smile worthy of the catwalk. She knew she was very cute and she sure flaunted it to get her own way. Her Father was also on the board of governors for Beech Hill Primary and she used that to her advantage.
She was always alone before her Father became rich, she was ignored by most of the students as she wasn’t particularly talented in any subject area, she was still ahead with her development though, most of the time she barely scraped through the small tests they held at the school, most of this was due to the fact that she refused to study. She had talent, but it was underdeveloped as she didn’t really push for it to become known. She was jealous of the triplets, they were always together and looking out for each other. Laughing, joking, teasing, playing, whatever they did, they did it together. Melissa was an only child so she didn’t know what it felt like to have siblings. Most of all, she was jealous of Carrie. Carrie was perfect and flawless in both the eyes of the teachers and the students. She excelled at everything and was always the top of the class when it came to averages after tests. She rarely scored beneath 95%. Melissa believed that she was being shown up, she should be the top of her class, she should be seen as perfect, she should be loved by teachers and students alike, not her! Melissa wanted to get at Carrie, but she couldn’t see any way of doing it. Carrie was perfect, no flaws at all. It would be a huge task, but she’ll do it in the end.
Little did she know that that opportunity would come today.
After the English lesson it was snack time. Snack time was a short 20 minute interval between the morning and afternoon lessons. This allowed the children to go to the toilet, have a bite to eat and burn off some energy. It also gave some time for some plotting to take place.
Melissa watched as the Juniper triplets ran out onto the playground after going to the toilet.
“Look at her, leading the way again.” Melissa thought as she watched Carrie lead Cleo and Casey out onto the playground. “The other two would be lost without her. They follow blindly like sheep to a shepherd. Without her, I doubt they’d even be able to attend this school she’s the one who militantly drills lessons into their thick skulls. I’m surprised she hasn’t ditched those freeloaders yet. Maybe, just maybe, if I manage to get at one of her ‘sheep’ the ‘shepherd’ will be at a loss.” A malicious grin came to Melissa’s face. “That’s what I’ll do. But how will I go about it…” There was a lot of flaws with Carrie’s sisters, too many. Plus, it also came down to which sister Carrie liked best, if she hit at the wrong one, Carrie might not even bat an eyelid in her direction and her chance will be lost. More observing was needed, much more.
She stalked her quarry like a tiger stalks its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike while also gathering information on them. From the reactions each sister’s teases, Carrie seemed to be more defensive of Cleo, which could be because Cleo wasn’t as good at answering back as Casey was. Cleo was a ‘nice girl’ after all, loved by teachers for her innocence and cute charms whereas Casey was more of a loud mouth, if she had a problem with someone, she’ll let them know it, for some strange reason, that also caught the teacher’s attention for positive reasons, something to do with ‘being able to personally form friendships and communicate discontent with others’, whatever that meant. Either way, she hadn’t got much further than when she started.
Only 10 minutes of snack time left, not a lot of time for the amount of information she needed. Plus, it appeared that Carrie had sort of latched onto what was going on. She kept looking in Melissa’s direction, seeming able to see through the cover which Melissa had between her and Carrie. “Smart girl, no wonder you’re loved by teachers.” Melissa thought bitterly to herself. After more information gathering, Melissa was sure that Carrie preferred Cleo over Casey, now all she needed was some dirt on Cleo, anything will do.
The school bell rang, signalling the end of Snack Time. Melissa and her quarry made their way back to class for a French Lesson.
The class went by seemingly without any incident. Cleo seemed to struggle a little with some French words but that wouldn’t get Melissa anywhere, every one struggled a little with a foreign language, everyone except Carrie. Carrie seemed to easily pick up what they had been taught at the start of the lesson and apply it to her work, almost like she had been born and raised in France itself. Melissa clenched her teeth, seething with anger at the seemingly ‘perfect’ girl on the table opposite her. “Just you wait, Carrie Natalie Juniper! I’ll get you one day, mark my words!” Melissa had done it, she pulled the last straw, she had started using Carrie’s full name, a name which all children feared their parents using. She felt like it gave her some power over her, it made her feel like she was in control. Not very useful unless the other person can hear it though, but Melissa didn’t care.
At the end of the lesson, when Miss Marigold was going through the lesson objectives, Cleo looked like she was about to fall to sleep. Her eyes seemed heavy and her head was nodding forwards. “Go to sleep, Cleo. This would be perfect. Cleo can’t even stay awake for a full school day. What a baby. That would be perfect to target her with.” Sadly, Cleo managed to stay awake for the remainder of the lesson. It was now time for lunch.
It was true; Cleo was nodding off after French because she was tired after staying up late reading the night before. She wanted to finish the book she was on. She slightly regretted doing that now. “I’ll probably be okay after I’ve got some food in me. I’m probably hungry more than tired.” She thought to herself, almost willing it to be true. She did feel really tired.
Food, toilet, play, stalking, lesson. That’s how it went throughout lunch. Melissa was still at a loss of what to do. She already had a little idea, she was considering some hypnosis on Cleo, which she had learnt from television, to make her fall asleep in class but first she needed to get close to Cleo, not a chance with Carrie and Casey around. Her only change lay in History Class, the next lesson.
History Class, most students would call it a sleeping session. Why look at past mistakes? Nevertheless, History is an important aspect of the National Curriculum, for both Primary and Secondary school students, also a perfect lesson to catch a nap in. Melissa was sure that Cleo would end up falling to sleep in it, and that she did.
While Miss Marigold went on about how the Roman Empire was first created, Cleo’s eye were getting heavier and heavier. “I mustn’t fall asleep, I mustn’t fall asleep, I mustn’t…” Cleo’s eyes closed.
She found herself in a pleasant dream about a book she’d just read. She was in some magical kingdom abundant with fairies, elves, centaurs, sylvan, any fantasy creature you can think of and a giant friendly silver dragon. She imagined riding on the dragon’s back over lakes, streams, waterfalls… waterfalls? She was sure they weren’t that many in the book she’d read. There was only one waterfall, and that’s where the water dragon lived. But this waterfall, it didn’t feel right. The dragon stopped by the waterfall and dropped her off. It then flew away into the mountains nearby. She walked closer to the waterfall, only to find it to be an illusion. It led to a rock face with a mountain cave inside it.
Cleo walked into the cave and all that was in there was a single golden lake. A golden lake? Weren’t lakes meant to be clear and pristine? This lake felt off, she also had the unbearable urge to just dive right in and swim in the lake. She couldn’t fight the urge; she jumped into the lake, only to find it to be an empty fissure in the rocks. She landed on her bottom with a bump. She stood up and moved to the centre of the lake where she spied a small note. She picked up the note and it read “Lake Cleo, please enjoy your stay in the warm water.”
Cleo was surprised to find a lake named after her, considering she was standing in an empty fissure. Or so it seemed. When she picked up the note, it opened a small hole in the fissure and water started to seep into it, warm golden water. She couldn’t get out of the fissure; there was no ladder or steps. The water level rose and rose and rose until it had nearly fully consumed Cleo. She scrambled at the walls to see if there were any footholds, there were none. The water level rose ever more and now it had fully engulfed Cleo. She thrashed in the water, trying to get to the surface, she couldn’t. She sank into the water and all went black.
In the blackness, Cleo could hear a voice calling her name, it sounded like Carrie. Cleo slowly opened her eyes and found she was still in the classroom.
“What a strange dream.” She said quietly.
Then it hit her. She had fallen asleep, in class. How embarrassing. Plus, she also felt like she was sitting in something damp. She shuffled around and realised that it was her who was damp. She looked down and saw that she was sitting in a darkened damp patch on the carpet which wasn’t there when she sat down. She gasped and buried her head in her hands. Not only had she fallen asleep in class, she had also ‘wet the bed’, in class! She broke down into tears and Carrie and Miss Marigold tried to comfort her.
“Gold! Pure Gold! Quite literally at that.” Mellissa thought to herself. She had witness the whole display. The sleeping, the wetting, the crying, the look of disgust and amusement in the other students faces, but most of all, the outright humiliation of the one who her arch enemy, Carrie Natalie Juniper, held dear. “I’ll milk this for all it’s got! Carrie will suffer at the hands of her dearest sister’s failure!”
Melissa had a lot of connections in the school, she was well known in most years because of her debuts in the most elite children’s fashion magazines. She would make sure the whole school heard of this, and there’s nothing the triplets could do about it, she pulled the strings here, and this shall be her grandest puppet show yet featuring the hated Juniper triplets and the fairest of them all, Melissa herself! “Let’s go and have some fun…”
Sure enough, rumours spread like wildfire around schools. By the time Melissa had informed all her contacts of the ‘accident’, almost half the whole school already knew. She had only just informed them in time before a twisted version of the rumour, one which was surely spread by a Juniper triplet, one stating that a queue to the bathrooms had prevent Cleo from going toilet before lunch was over had led to the ‘accident’, managed to corrupt potential allies to Melissa’s cause. She, of course, no matter how corrupt her cause was, spread the absolute truth of the ‘accident’.
Cleo was distraught after her ‘accident’. She hadn’t stopped crying for a full 30 minutes, no matter how consoling both Miss Marigold and Carrie had been. Cleo had been hastily cleaned and changed into her P.E kit and had a spare pare of panties, supplied by the school, on. She was sitting in the staff room, a small plastic bag, containing Cleo’s wet clothes inside it with a note detailing “Cleo Juniper, 5EM, Toileting Accident” on the front of it, beside her on the floor. Cleo and Carrie were excused from the last lesson. This gave Melissa ample time to corrupt and spread the rumour even more.
At the end of the day, Melissa had managed to spread the rumour throughout the entire school, destroying the kind white lie spread by Carrie and Miss Marigold. Melissa’s little puppet show was just beginning. She still had more tricks up her sleeves.
Even though she didn’t want to, Miss Marigold knew that she had to inform Cleo’s parents about her ‘accident’ at school. She left Carrie to comfort Cleo and went to use the phone in the School’s reception area to call Cleo’s parents. She dialled the number and went through the usual protocol which teachers had to follow and only told Mrs Juniper that she “Needed to talk to her after school.” The conversation was brief to say the least.
When it was time for pick-up after school, Cleo dreaded going home. She knew that two bedwetting accidents, one being at school and during a lesson, and the other being the one from the morning, would not please her parents one bit. She waited in the staff room with Carrie and shivered in fear as she thought what her Mother would say about this.
Casey had to be the bearer of bad news for her Mother. She went out to the parking area at the side of the School and found her Mother waiting by the car. She walked over to her and said.
“Mom, Miss Marigold would like to see you in the staff room. It’s about Cleo.”
Mrs Juniper just rolled her eyes and said. “What has she done this time?”
“Miss Marigold thought it would be best if you talked about it face to face.”
“Fine. Lead the way.”
Casey led her Mother to the staff room and knocked on the door; Miss Marigold opened it and led them both into the staff room. As soon as Mrs Juniper saw Cleo dressed in her P.E kit with a plastic bag next to her, she believed she knew what she had done.
“What I wanted to talk to you about…well…” Miss Marigold started
“I already know.” Mrs Juniper stated matter of factly.
“Well, anyway, protocol demands that I need to tell you. She had a little ‘accident’ in History class.”
Cleo’s head drooped and she just stared at the floor, still shaking a little. Carrie put a comforting arm around her.
“Continue.” Mrs Juniper said coldly.
“She fell asleep while I was talking about Roman history. It’s dry and boring, I know, but that’s not why I called you here. While she was sleeping, she seemed to, how should I put this, wet herself. I don’t know if she suffers from this problem at home, that’s not my place to know, but as I said before, protocol demands that you are informed of any accidents your child may have while they are in our care. So I thought it best to inform you.”
“Did she tell you why she fell asleep?”
“No, I don’t think she did. She was too upset to answer questions earlier. She was crying for a full 30 minutes.”
“I was up late finishing a book I was reading last night. I was only 20 minutes late for sleeping but I thought that wouldn’t harm me. I guess I was wrong…” Cleo answered quietly, her voice shaking in fear.
Mrs Juniper’s eyes took on an angry glint now, she could barely supress the rage in her voice when she answered Cleo.
“We shall have a serious conversation when we get in, Cleo.”
Miss Marigold could tell that Mrs Juniper was close to scolding Cleo there and then, but she barely suppressed it. She also saw that Cleo was, again, close to tears. She thought she had to do something to prevent this conflict from escalating.
“Now, Cleo, I know that stories can be quite absorbing and a good pass time but you shouldn’t neglect your health to finish a book. It’s not good for you.” Miss Marigold tried to sound firm, be she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to make Cleo break down into tears there and then.
“I know, I’m sorry, Miss Marigold.” Cleo answered quietly.
“Carrie, Casey, wait by the car. Elisa, Cleo and I need to talk in private.” Mrs Juniper said in a commanding tone to the two girls standing by the door to the staff room. Carrie and Casey left the room and shut the door behind them.
However, they did not return to the car, instead they waited outside the staff room and listened in.
Miss Marigold knew that Mrs Juniper was trying to undermine her authority as Cleo’s teacher by using her first name in Cleo’s presence. She knew exactly how to counter this disrespect.
“Well, June, what is it we need to talk about now that Carrie and Casey have left the room?”
“Cleo’s always like this at home, too. She’s been like this since she first started this school. She’s costing us a fortune in cleaning fees so my husband and I had to take action. We make her pay for all the cleaning products she uses out of her own pocket money, plus we also make her pay for her pyjama pants which she neglects wearing. It’s almost like she enjoys costing us a lot of money.”
Miss Marigold had never seen such a neglecting and stern Mother like June Juniper. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. One thing remained uncertain though, how the parents react to Cleo’s night-time accidents.
“I don’t believe she enjoys it as much as you make her out to. It’s quite a self-confidence destroyer, she probably feels upset, embarrassed and scared. I have just one question, how do you react after she announces her little accidents.”
“I think she does, Elisa. It’s easy, we punish her by giving her a stern scolding and we also sometimes ban her from reading dependant on how often she’s come down in the morning wet during a week. So in short, we scold, punish and ground her, to some extent.”
Just what Miss Marigold didn’t want to hear. What she’d been taught is that if a child is suffering from bedwetting problems, they should be consoled about them and they should also be helped by their parents to overcome their problems. What Mrs Juniper and her husband were doing was the exact polar opposite.
“Well, June. I personally don’t think that’s the best way to go about it. I think that Cleo needs the moral support and understanding of her parents to help her overcome her problems, not a scolding.”
“Are you trying to tell me how to raise my Children?!” Mrs Juniper shot back, angrily.
“Not at all, I’m just saying what I would do in that situation.”
“Well, I’ve been the Mother of this problem child for 9 years. I should know how to treat her and what sort of things she responds positively to. Do not even think you understand her more than I do!”
“I never said I did.” Miss Marigold replied calmly. “Even though the way you go about it is completely wrong and in no situation should you ever call your child a ‘problem child’. Personally, I do not even think you are fit to be called their Mother.” She thought to herself.
“Now that we are on the same page, I’ll be taking my daughter and giving her the punishment she requires for what she did today. Good day to you, Elisa!” Mrs Juniper said as she stormed towards the door.
“And a good day to you too, June.” Miss Marigold said quietly. As Cleo slowly walked past her, she tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a pamphlet, written in a way children should be able to understand, about bedwetting and ways to stop it. “Give this a quick read tonight, it should give you some information which your Mother seems to think you don’t need. Feel free to talk to me about any issue which you may have at home, I promise I’ll keep it between the two of us.”
“…’kay.” Cleo said as she gave a slight nod. She then proceeded to follow her Mother out of the room.
When the triplets got back home, Cleo was commanded to take her P.E clothes off and the panties she was leant by the School and to meet her parents in the kitchen as soon as she had finished getting changed. By that, her parents meant five minutes at the most. It took her this time to get upstairs and find a dress to wear, she didn’t have the time to find a clean pair of panties and put them on and so she just chose a reasonably long dress to wear until her scolding was over. She also felt like she needed the toilet, but she knew she didn’t have the time for that, plus it was probably just fear making her body feel things that weren’t actually true. So, with a feeling of dread, she made her way to the kitchen for her scolding.
When she got into the kitchen, she found that both her Sisters were in there with her parents and that a chair had been moved from the table to the large open space where the cookers and worktops were located around. I sat there, like an interrogation chair in some mystery books she’d read before. The feeling of fear had escalated to the point that Cleo’s whole body was shaking and she felt nauseous. She made her way towards the solitary chair and sat down on it, waiting for her punishment.
June lead the scolding, with Timothy cutting in every now and then to back up June’s argument. Carrie and Casey watched in silence as their Sister was degraded, insulted and put down in front of their eyes. They couldn’t do anything to help; June wouldn’t listen to them, not even to Carrie at this moment in time. This is where Carrie got her indomitable stubbornness from and she hated it when it was used against any one of them.
Cleo couldn’t stop crying when the scolding started, all she could do was try to get her replies through the unending floods of tears which came from her eyes. Most of her replies were “I’m sorry.”, that’s all she could say in that situation. June wouldn’t listen to her. The feeling of nausea and the bursting need to relieve herself rose. She was feeling positively ill most of the time. Her stomach felt like it had been through a car crusher and her throat was as dry as a desert, her abdomen burned with a searing pain and her muscles had turned weak, she could barely sit up straight on the chair. Her body’s shaking had become intensified to the point that anyone who could see her could see the fact that she was shaking violently. Her vision became blurred and her hearing had become muffled. She wasn’t sure what was happening, all she knew was that she had never been more scared in her whole life.
The scolding continued, despite Cleo’s visible fear. However, Timothy no longer bore an angry expression; it had changed to one of concern. He had seen all of what was happening to Cleo while June mercilessly carried on with her lecture. He had seen how her slight trembles had become visible shakes. He could also tell that her replies were becoming more and more mumbled and less audible. He no longer felt that it was necessary to put Cleo through any further unneeded humiliation or stress, but he also knew that once his wife had set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. He moved slightly closer to Cleo’s position, but not enough for it to be noticed by Cleo and put further stress on her.
By now, Cleo could barely see or hear anything, save for the rapid palpations of her heart.
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.
And her short, rapid, panicked breaths. The feeling of sickness in her had risen to an unbearable level. She could feel the bile rise up her throat from her stomach and into her mouth. She couldn’t hold it back any longer; the bile was forcibly ejected out of her mouth and onto the floor in front of her. Joining her stomach’s contents, a puddle was beginning to spread out from underneath Cleo and fall onto the floor like raindrops on a wet spring day. Her legs had also become warm and wet from the liquid which busted out of her bladder and pooled on the seat underneath her. Her vision turned to blackness, her hearing had been reduced to a ringing sound as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
After seeing the events unfold, Timothy ran to were Cleo was sitting, avoiding the mess on the floor and quickly caught her before she fell head-first onto the hard tiled floor of the kitchen. Carrie and Casey didn’t know what was happening; they were scared for Cleo’s safety. June had stopped her lecture and stormed out of the kitchen leaving Carrie, Casey, Timothy and an unconscious Cleo behind. Carrie and Casey were fuming with rage at their Mother’s actions. They felt like they were about to commit the ultimate taboo in the Juniper household, talking back to their Mother.
When Cleo awoke, she found herself lying in her own bed. Her head was pounding. She slowly sat up and began to open her eyes, only to feel a hand grasp her shoulder quite forcibly. When her eyes had opened, she looked around her bed and found Carrie, Casey and her Father all gathered around the bed. Her Father was the one who put a hand on her shoulder.
“What happened, why am I in bed?” Cleo mumbled questioningly.
“Cleo! You okay, Sis?!” Casey dived on the bed and hugged Cleo.
“You gave us quite the scare. Thankfully, you seem to be alright.” Carrie answered, a smile forming on her lips.
“Cleo, I’m so sorry, baby. I had no idea how you actually felt when we told you off. Why didn’t you tell me sooner that it scared you so much?” Her Father said in a comforting tone.
Cleo had no idea what had got her Sisters and Father all concerned for her. Still, she answered her Father’s question; he seemed different, less stern and more caring.
“Because Mom wouldn’t listen, she’ll just say that I’m lying to get out of punishments.”
“That sounds just like her.” Carrie said bitterly, secretly hating that aspect of her which she undoubtedly got from her Mother, she just hoped that she wouldn’t one day turn into her Mother because of it.
Casey said nothing; she just snuggled into her sister and held her in a firm hug.
“By the way, what’s my punishment?” Cleo apprehensively asked.
“None. Mother, Carrie, Father and I all had a talk after you blacked out. We managed to ‘convince’ her to not punish you this time.” Carrie said, a pained look in her eyes, as she placed the top of her left arm in her right hand and turned to face her arm. Cleo could barely see a red mark on Carrie’s right cheek, it looked like a hand. Plus, her face seemed to show a slight amount of pain when she held her arm. Cleo decided not to press this matter for the best. She knew that it wouldn’t have been just a talk which convinced her Mother to let her off punishment. Cleo felt slightly guilty but relived at the same time.
“Anyway, Casey stop clinging onto your sister like she’s about to fly away and let her rest. Her head must still feel like it’s been through the washing machine on a full spin cycle. Dinner will be ready in about an hour, rest up for that time, okay?” Carrie said to Cleo.
“Okay.” Cleo said as Carrie made her way out of the room with her Father and Casey. “Carrie!” Cleo called after her.
“Yes?”
“Thanks, for everything.” Cleo said gratitude clear in her voice.
“That’s what big Sister’s do, right? Although I don’t really think I can be classed as a ‘big’ sister, I’m only two minutes older than you after all. Rest well.” Carrie answered, tears of happiness beginning to form at the corners of her eyes.
They left the room and Cleo lay back down in bed, feeling happier than she had ever before. But she still couldn’t shake the look in Carrie’s eyes when she answered her question about the punishment. It looked pained, like she’d been physically abused by her Mother for trying to back her sister up. She also couldn’t forget the mark on her face, or the way she held her left arm like it had been hit against something really hard with great force. Those images played in her min while she slowly tried to fall asleep again.
Meanwhile, Carrie, Casey and their Father had a small talk regarding the ‘convincing’ which took place not too long ago.
“I really think you should get that arm seen to. It looked like you hit it quite hard against the table corner.” Casey said, concerned about the way Carrie was holding her left arm and wincing in pain with every movement of it.
“I-it’s nothing big, probably just a bad bruise.” Carrie said, sounding less certain than she believed she was. Every movement sent a searing pain through the arm like it had just been put into a huge campfire; she could barely hold back the pained tears which assaulted her with every step. “I can’t be that bad, right? I can still move it, but it hurts so much! It’s probably still the shock of the impact playing tricks on my pain sensors. It’ll be better after a rest, right?” She thought herself, trying to convince herself that it wasn’t a big deal.
“Still, I can’t believe that Mom would do that to you. Slap you across the face and throw you against the table corner. I thought you were her favourite.”
“Not one of us is her ‘favourite’. She dislikes each of us in one way or the other.” Carrie answered coldly. “Me? She just sees me as the spitting image of herself.” She delivered this line with malice clear in her voice. “She wants me to become like her, a cold stickler to the rules. She doesn’t want me to have any freedom. She wants me to achieve top scores on all tests I do, she’s not happy with anything less. She scolds me when I score less than 100%, which is most of the time, she just prefers me over you two because she thinks there’s ‘potential’ in me, potential to become someone who is talked about in history. Fat chance of that. I wouldn’t want to become like that, I like my freedom, I don’t want to overshadow you or Cleo, I don’t want to make you feel undervalued. We’re all good at what we like best, Cleo’s more likely to become a writer than anything else, and you’re more likely to become a games programmer or designer with the amount of time and effort you put into understanding video games and their mechanics. I’m happy with who I am, and who you two are. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Tears were starting to form in Carrie’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. “Anyway, let’s go and help Father make dinner.”
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, Cleo was starting to feel a little better around dinner time. Their Mother remained quiet all the time she was with them. Carrie still cradled her left arm every now and then and tried to hide the pain in her face every time she moved or touched it.
The next few days played hell on Cleo and her sisters. Cleo was being bullied by Melissa’s ‘entourage’ about her accident. She kept this a secret from her sisters as best as she could, but she knew it wouldn’t be long before Carrie’s excellent perceptiveness saw through Cleo’s little lies. Carrie’s had to leave school early the following day as her left arm was causing her so much pain that she could barely move it. Miss Marigold called Carrie’s Father and told him to book an emergency appointment at the nearest hospital’s A&E department; Carrie was seen shortly after she got there. It appeared that she had fractured the top of her left arm quite badly but I was hard to notice as the fracture was hidden by muscle, she had to get it seen by an X-Ray. They put it in a cast and gave her some child-suitable pain suppressers. She didn’t tell them the truth about how she got the fracture; she said it was a sports accident. Casey was too busy worrying about her Sisters to concentrate much on anything else; this made her grades slip and, consequently, made her put more pressure on Carrie to teach her what she had missed. Melissa, on the other hand, was revelling in the pain she was causing Cleo; she had puppeteered many more things into her elaborate web of suffering for Cleo. She knew just who she would employ to deliver the final blow to Cleo and make her a laughing stock, not only for her class and Melissa’s friends, but also for the rest of the school. Melissa would deceive the boy who seemed to have some feelings towards her, he was a year older than her and a valued member of the student community so he should easily be able to carry out the plan which Melissa had engineered. “Everything is falling into place; soon it will be time for the final act, the crescendo of my perfectly planned attack towards Carrie. I hope she enjoys it when her sister is made a mockery of by the whole school.”
This ‘plan’ which Melissa had thought of took place a week after the incident. By this time Carrie was more than suspicious of Cleo’s strange behaviour in and around the school. She knew that Cleo was hiding something from her, but what? Carrie couldn’t really do much with her injured arm but she was sure that she could help her; she just needed to know what the problem was. If all else fails, she could always turn to Casey for help.
During lunch time, the girls went about their usual lunchtime routine. It all went smoothly until it came to attending to toileting needs before going out onto the playground. Cleo was, as usual, leading the way to the toilets, she tried to open the door, but it seemed stuck. Stuck? No, not quite. It felt like it was being blocked by someone or something. She shoved once more, but she couldn’t open the door. She daren’t try any harder; she already drank a lot during break and lunch so she needed the toilet pretty badly. Casey and Carrie finally caught up to Cleo and noticed the predicament she was in.
“Can’t open the door, Sis?” Casey asked.
“Nope. “ Cleo replied. She crossed her legs a little.
“Strange, you normally can. Is it stuck or something?”
“I think someone is blocking it.”
“I’ll give it a go.”
Casey shoved at the door in an attempt to open it. Sure enough, it was being blocked by someone. She thought that she could hear grunts of effort every time she shoved it.
“If you need to go that badly, Cleo, why not just use your panties? You seem to like doing that.” A snide male voice came from the other side of the door. “Give it up; you’ll never open this door. I’m much stronger than you; you’ll only wet yourself trying. Not that you’d mind.” The voice scoffed.
“It’s a shame you thought she’d be alone. Girls never go to the bathroom alone. Seems like I’ll have to kick this door open. I’m sure you can’t stand against me, the star of the girl’s football team. You probably know that I’ve got quite the kick in me. Brace yourself.” Casey half joked at the boy’s vain attempt at getting Cleo to give up. She walked back a short way and gave a running kick at the door, jumping and using the sole of her foot to hit the centre of the door. “Take THIS!”
The door flew open and the boy fell backwards from the sheer force of the impact. Cleo ignoring what was going on and ran straight to the first cubicle free and locked the door behind her. She didn’t even care that there may have been a boy on the other side of the cubicle door. She sat down and let out her warm liquid which she had been holding in for the best part of an hour and a half. It made a trickling noise as water met water.
Lawrence, the boy who had a crush on Melissa and tried to bar the door from Cleo, didn’t even begin to care that Cleo was relieving herself in a cubicle not far from him, all his attention was on was the girl in front of him who kicked the door open. Sure enough, it was Casey Juniper, the star of the Girl’s football team. From his current angle, with a little bit of peering, he could be able to see her light blue ribbon panties; again, he didn’t much care for it as he knew the stories of boys who had crossed Casey the wrong way. He remembered what they went on about one P.E lesson when one unlucky boy tried to flip Casey’s skirt. Needless to say, his voiced seemed much higher than normal and he seemed to holding an ice pack over his crotch for the rest of the day. Apparently, his privates had taken a critical hit from Casey’s foot. He didn’t want to meet the same fate. She walked closer and he backed away, covering his crotch with one hand.
“Well then.” Casey said with a slight grin on her face. “Are you going to be a good boy and tell us who put you up to this, or do you want me to do to your privates what I did to the door? Which will it be?”
He knew that Casey wasn’t joking around. But he still pushed his luck.
“Carrie, you’re always one to follow rules. You wouldn’t let her kick me now, would you? Violence is not allowed on the school grounds, remember?”
Carrie knew what she would say, but she made it seem like she considered his point of view, it was fun to watch him squirm.
“Well, I don’t think you’re one to talk, boys aren’t allowed in the girl’s bathroom. Yes, I do know that violence is not allowed, but I could always turn my back and pretend that I didn’t see her kick you. Who would the school believe more, me or you? Casey, he’s all yours.” Carrie delivered this statement with an icy grin on her face and turned her back on the whole thing.
“If you say so, Sis. I hope you’ve said your goodbyes to your boyhood ‘cause when I’m done with them, you wouldn’t even recognise them anymore. Or, you could take the option two and tell me who put you up to this. Which will it be?”
He didn’t want to get beaten up by a girl in the year below him, that would be a double dose of embarrassment. Dose one would be getting beaten up by someone a year younger than him and dose two, the most embarrassing in terms of boy’s views, getting beaten up by a girl. He decided to talk on Casey’s demands.
“Spill your guts, or I’ll spill your boyhood.” She said with a malicious grin.
“Okay, okay, I’ll talk! It was Melissa Mayers, a girl in your class! She’s the one who told me to do this.”
“Melissa…” Carrie said upon hearing that name. “I thought she was acting suspicious.”
“Thanks for that, pansy. I’ll still critically hit your privates, on Carrie’s request.” Casey said, smiling.
The sound of a toilet flushing drew all their attention to the origin of the noise. Cleo walked out of the cubicle and shut the door behind her.
Cleo looked at the three people in the room. Carrie was standing with her back to Casey and Casey was standing over a boy who was lying on the floor, both of his hands were over his crotch. A boy?! Cleo only just realized that there was a boy in the toilet the entire time that she was emptying her bladder. Her face turned bright red and she quickly walked over to the nearest sink to wash her hands.
Lawrence used this brief distraction to flee the scene, his boyhood still intact. Casey turned to run after him but she was stopped by Carrie who just shook her head.
“Melissa will see to him, we’ve got bigger problems.” Carrie said gravely. She indicated towards where an embarrassed Cleo was washing her hands. Both of them walked over to her location.
“Cleo, how long has this been going on for? I don’t think this was the first time something like this has happened to you, the concerned party taken into account.” Carrie questioned Cleo.
Cleo hung her head. So her secret was out?
“It started yesterday.” Cleo lied.
“Cleo.” Carrie said firmly, she wasn’t fooled.
“It started last Thursday.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I didn’t want you to get involved. You’ve already got hurt one time for my sake. What if they did worse?” Cleo said looking at Carrie’s fractured arm.
“That’s no excuse to not tell us, Cleo. We didn’t have to do anything personally. We could have gone through it using the proper measures. We could have proposed your case to Miss Marigold and she would have taken it to the head of discipline and child safety.”
“Who started this?!” Casey asked, half shouting.
“Casey, don’t do anything rash.” Carrie turned to Casey, she had a rough idea of what she might do.
“Who started this?!” She demanded answers.
“The boy said Melissa.” Cleo said.
“Cleo –“ Carrie’s reply was cut off by Casey saying.
“I’ll be right back, Sis. I’ve got some unfinished business to attend to.”
“Casey! Stop this, you can’t –“
“I can and I will! Just you watch me!” Casey ran out of the girl’s bathroom and into the playground. Cleo and Carrie followed after.
Casey’s mind was in no condition for rational thought. Only one thing was clear in her mind, she’d make Melissa pay for bullying her baby Sister. She ran right to where she saw Melissa on the playground. “I’ll get you for this, you little piece of –“
Carrie and Cleo ran after Casey as fast as they could, they weren’t as fast as her, after all, she had a lot of experience running, but they did manage to not stay that far behind her.
As soon as Casey got within arm’s reach of Melissa she threw a powerful right hook straight towards her ‘pretty little face’. It connected with a powerful smack. Melissa fell backwards and looked up at Casey in shock.
“You… hit me…” She said, her voice quivering.
“Yeah I did! And there’s plenty more where that came from you little bi- “
“Casey!” Carrie shouted.
Casey ignored Carrie’s voice, her mind fully set on Melissa. Melissa stood up a little shakily and looked straight into Casey’s eyes.
“You hit me! Wait until I tell Daddy about this, you thug!” Melissa shouted at Casey
“When I’m finished with you, you conniving sack of ****, you wouldn’t even be able to so much as utter a single letter!” (Casey had learned a lot of inappropriate words from the games she played, she could swear like a sailor when she was angry)
“CASEY! Watch your language! Cleo’s here you know, I don’t want her picking up any bad habits from you!” Carrie scolded. It fell on deaf ears. Carrie made her way towards where the two girls were having there little cat fight.
“What did you just call me?! You plebeians have no manner when it comes to addressing a girl of my status!”
“Can it, ****brain! I’m not finished with you yet!” Casey threw another punch at Melissa. This time it did not go unnoticed, and neither did her swearing. The Headmaster was on playground duty that day and he hear this initial raised voices and it made him look in Casey’s direction. She was called into his office shortly after being found out by him. She was swearing all the time he was carrying her to his office. It took two teachers to fully detain Casey.
She nearly got expelled from the school, had it not been for Carrie’s reasoning and Miss Marigold’s promise that she isn’t like that during class and that she was probably having an ‘off day’ or something. Melissa also got called to the Headmaster’s office but she got let off with a warning due to a bribe secretly made between Gerald Mayers and the Headmaster.
After the heated cat fight between Casey and Melissa, Cleo didn’t experience any more trouble from any of Melissa’s ‘entourage’ and Casey got a new nickname from it. Alongside “Privates Pulveriser” she was also called “Beech Hill’s Bully-Basher” due to her ‘heroic’ efforts in Cleo’s bullying case, which soon transferred all the students from Melissa’s side to the Juniper triplet’s side, for pure fear of getting “Pulverised” or “Bashed” by Casey.
Casey said to Cleo, shortly after getting out of the Headmaster’s office.
“If you ever experience any more trouble from anyone, let me know and I’ll knock some sense into them!”
Cleo agreed to this, a slight twinkle in her eye at her Sister.
End of Bonus Chapter
Enjoy. And if you can, tell me about your first impressions on the newly introduced characters (Melissa in full, June Juniper, Timothy Juniper, Elisa Marigold) It'll be interesting to know what you think. ^^ Chapter 5 will be out soon. Nyro Out!
P.S: Any fans of Cleo, please don't hate on me for putting Cleo through all this stuff. It was hard for me too, she's like a child to me, like most writers and their creations. :<
Edited December 10, 2013 by Nyro
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Here be Chapter 5. In it be dragons, mystical beasts and anything you can imagine. Actually, that’s not true at all. It does, however, include a continuation to my original story. Sorry it has taken me so long to write this but I have been very busy with preparations for Christmas, much to my own displeasure (bah, humbug!) and other things. Chapter 6 may be given the same treatment, it depends on if I can get any free time to write it between the New Year and college work. This Chapter brings about the end of the old arc and the beginning of a new one so, therefore, there isn’t a lot of Omo in this Chapter, mostly story progression (again). So without further ado, let’s continue.
Chapter 5
There Carrie stood in the water at the ladder leading into the Swimming pool, a faint but present yellow tinge to the water around her. To the less concerned eye, it may just look like the Sun’s reflection in the water, but to Carrie, it stands testament to her ‘undignified’ behaviour.
“This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening…” She frantically thought to herself. However, the evidence around her suggested that it did, in fact, happen.
“If anyone finds out, my reputation will be ruined! I just need to act casual and proceed with the Swimming lesson like nothing had ever happened.” She walked into the deeper water and began to proceed with the lesson’s routine.
At about the same time as the triplets were preparing for Swimming, Melissa was in the same boat as Carrie. She had not managed to relieve herself before Swimming due to the insanely large queue for the Girl’s Restrooms. She could feel her warm liquid hitting against the wall of her bladder like a battering ram, each impact sending a dull pain through her abdomen.
“Why must this educational facility have such strict and limiting rules against the student body? Why are we not allowed free roam of all the available facilities until we are in the last years of our education? If Daddy hears about this…” Her internal rant was interrupted by another surge of her warm liquid against her tired muscles. She quickly pushed the material of her Swimsuit into her girlhood to try and offer another line of defence against the liquid wanting to gush out of her. A small spurt escaped, followed by a near audible squeal from Melissa and another larger spurt. She could feel her warm liquid against the cold material of her Swimsuit.
“I’m peeing?! I can’t believe this, a girl of my status nearly wetting herself in the middle of the school classroom?! I can’t let that happen! I WILL not stand for this!” She steeled her resolve and managed to hold back the imminent flood for a little longer. Just how much longer, though?
She followed the rest of her class out of their form room and towards the Swimming pool. She considered abandoning her classmate and quickly sneaking away to relieve herself of the pressure building up in her aching abdomen. The word being considered. She thought against this idea when she saw a familiar trio heading out of Classroom 9-C. The Juniper Triplets. Strangely, Carrie was not leading them, instead she was quite a way behind them, shuffling along while holding her crotch. Wait! HOLDING her crotch?! This behaviour was unusual, nearly inconceivable, of Carrie. Could it be that she…?
It had to be, there was no doubt in Melissa’s mind about it. Her most hated enemy, Carrie Natalie Juniper, was also desperately in need of relief. The mere thought of it brought a smile to Melissa’s face, she nearly forgot about her own need, until another wave hit her.
Hisss…
Another large spurt of her warm liquid escaped her iron grip, further dampening her Swimsuit and cascading onto the floor beneath her with a rain-like dripping noise. She pushed her damp Swimsuit harder and harder into her crotch in a near vain attempt at stopping the inevitable accident in progress. After what seemed like an age, she finally regained control over her internal tsunami.
“That was too close, I nearly…”
She now took on the same shuffling as Carrie, still keeping the hard press on her crotch; thankfully, she was at the back of her class line so no one could see what she was doing. They reached the Swimming pool and the lesson began.
Melissa was paying absolutely no attention to what the swimming coach was saying; her complete concentration was on holding back the insatiable urge to empty her bladder. She was standing with her legs practically stuck together, her body bent over and both of her hands pushing extremely hard into her crotch. The pain in her abdomen was nearly unbearable.
“I need to pee, I need to pee, I need to pee…” This was the only thing on Melissa’s mind.
The swimming coach droned on. Melissa was not listening at all.
“I need to pee, I need to pee, I need to pee…!”
Finally, the swimming coach stopped talking. Melissa was still standing in the same position, hidden behind most of the students.
“Maybe I can sneak away and…?”
Another wave. Melissa could barely hold this one back; it was almost like her bladder was forcibly trying to eject her warm liquids into her Swimsuit.
“No no no no NO!”
After another seemingly long while, Melissa managed to hold back the flow. All dignity aside, she was now crouched in a ball, both of her hands shoved over her Swimsuit into her crotch, pain lancing trough her abdomen like she had just been hit by a freight train and now she couldn’t prevent the shakes of exertion which now gripped her whole body.
“I have to go now otherwise I won’t…”
She spied a break in the throng of students who were getting into the pool, through this momentary lapse of inactivity; she saw her salvation, the back of the sports hall.
Behind the sports hall there was a small alleyway leading to a storage shed where most of the equipment for P.E lessons were kept. Melissa did not care about her means of relief now; she just wanted to quell the pain in her abdomen and to maintain some of her dignity. She slowly made her way to the alley, each step further increasing the pain and sending out small spurts of her warm fluid, she was sure that she wasn’t being followed or watched. Little did she know that one student had noticed her.
Carrie saw Melissa move towards the Sports hall, she wondered what reasons Melissa would have for going there. Had she been sent to fetch some float rings? Whatever the reason, Carrie also noticed something strange about this self-proclaimed princess. She seemed to be in desperate need for a restroom. Carrie could instantly place the tell-tale signs of an accident waiting to happen; she herself had just been through them not even mere moments ago. The shuffling walk, the hunched over posture, legs firmly clasped together, both hands pressing into her delicate spot and the pained look in her face. No doubt about it, Melissa was clearly desperate for relief. Carrie climbed out of the Swimming pool and made her way towards the direction Melissa headed in.
While tailing Melissa, Carrie noticed some small patches of wet concrete along the way. Carrie knew that Melissa had not set foot in the pool and she herself knew that they weren’t caused by her own dripping Swimsuit; these patches were in places where Carrie had not yet set foot.
“Poor girl… poor, poor girl.” Carrie thought to herself, a malicious grin beginning to form on her face. “Just what would become of the ‘princess’ if this little secret was let out? Maybe I should find out?”
At the end of the trail of wet concrete, Carrie saw Melissa starting to crouch down over the floor, her back to Carrie’s location. “Just what is she going to do now? I can’t wait to find out.”
When Melissa was sure that she was alone and far enough into the alley to remain undetected, she crouched over the floor and was about to move her Swimsuit aside but…
Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…
Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter…
Too late. The added pressure from her crouch had destroyed the last standing supports for her bladder. Nothing could stop the torrent of warm, clear liquid which was now jetting out of her delicate spot and through the material of her Swimsuit onto the floor. She didn’t even attempt at stopping it, she knew it would be futile. Instead, she relished in the pain being eased from her abdomen and the pure feeling of bliss which came from urinating after a long hold.
Carrie had saw all of this, she now had blackmail material for the ‘princess’ if she so wished to use it. She felt a new feeling of joy and power. She felt like she was now the puppeteer and Melissa was her puppet. All she had to do was pull the right strings and Melissa would dance to whatever tune she wished.
“Thank you very much, Melissa, I now have complete control over you. I hope you are ready, ‘princess’.”
Carrie slipped away back along the same path she had taken. She didn’t want her new toy finding out that she knew her dirty little secret. That would not do at all.
Drip, drip, drip…
The last of the remaining drops of urine on her Swimsuit fell to the floor. Melissa took a few moments to stay lost in the bliss of relief. Once she had had her fill of it, she stood up and squeezed the remaining, already cooling, liquid absorbed by the crotch of her Swimsuit out. She cringed at the feeling but she knew it had to be done; she didn’t want to be dripping any more than she should have been on her way back to the pool.
“No one must ever know, especially not her or her Sisters. I’ll just make it look like I had just taken a small walk to stretch my legs before getting into the pool. The dampness of my Swimsuit would hardly be noticed. At least this dump had the right idea of making Swimsuits dark in colour.”
She back tracked down the way she came to go to the pool. The dampness of her swimsuit was starting to rub against her legs, sending shivers of disgust through her body. She couldn’t wait to get into the water and wash off any remaining ‘evidence’ on her Swimsuit.
“A long soak in the pool. That’s what I need.”
She still couldn’t help but feel dirty after what she had done, the pool, in her mind, would probably help wash that feeling away as well, or make it worse, she didn’t care at the moment, she thought the former was more likely than the latter.
After getting back to the pool and joining the rest of her class, she climbed the ladder into it, shivering slightly at the initial contact with the pleasantly cool, albeit slightly warm in places as well, water. The first sight she saw when she entered the water was Carrie’s grinning face. She seemed to be talking about something to her Sisters.
“Probably pointless gossip, nothing I should be concerned of. However, that grin does make me feel a little less certain… Maybe she is plotting something? Hah! I doubt that.”
“I’m telling you, it’s the truth! It was Melissa, I’m certain of it!” Carrie insisted.
“Maybe your mind’s being clouded over in this humid weather. She so wouldn’t do something like that.” Casey said, disbelief clear in her tone.
“Maybe she’s right. There are not many girls we know in 9R7 who would fit the same description.” Cleo considered, gazing off into the cloudless blue sky.
“See?! Cleo believes me! She clearly not as dense as you are, Casey.”
“Hey! Don’t call me dense! I just find it hard to believe that Little Miss Perfect would be caught doing such a thing. Maybe peeing with her Swimsuit to the side, but not through it! That’s a new low.”
Carrie was hit by this statement harder than she thought. She knew that if her Sister had found out what she did, she would never look at her the same way again. Trying not to give away the personal war being fought inside her mind, she quickly came up with a retort to Casey’s statement.
“Coming from you, I can hardly question what you say, considering you did it without a second thought. Maybe her swimsuit was pulled to the side, but I don’t think it was, I couldn’t see the back of it being pulled to any specific side so she either managed to pull it off without moving her Swimsuit too much or she just abandoned the whole idea and went straight to Stage 2. Either way, this could ruin her Perfect image.”
“Why are we trying to do that? That seems a little harsh.” Cleo said, shocked by her Sister’s plan of pure hatred.
“You, Cleo, should know better. She didn’t think twice when she exploited you in Primary School.”
Cleo remembered what Melissa had done to her back when they were in Year 5. Cleo wet herself while sleeping in class one day and Melissa took this as the prime opportunity to start bullying her. She remembered how badly she was treated by her classmates behind her Sisters’ backs, she remembered the humiliation she suffered, the names she was called and the psychological abuse she had to withstand. She quickly shook those memories out of her head and continued staring into the endless abyss of the clear blue skies.
“I know that but…”
“But nothing! This is the perfect chance, the prime opportunity, the sole lifeline at putting her through the same suffering you had to go through! It’s like a dream come true!”
“Who are you and what have you done with Carrie? She would never plot something as low as revenge for an old wound, let alone reopen one in Cleo. Snap out of it!” Casey was angered to see such a change in her Sister. Carrie would always say ‘Let old wounds die with time’ She wouldn’t want revenge for one, she considered that a poor excuse at escaping from reality. Casey shook Carrie in an attempt at removing whatever ‘demon’ had possessed her.
Carrie’s only response was a grin and a chuckle.
“Sometimes you have to break away from rules. Who needs them anyway? I’ve been stuck to them for too long, now’s my chance and I will take it. Wait and see…” Carrie was drunk on the ‘power’ she had obtained from witnessing such a spectacle; she had lost all means for rationale thought. Somewhere deep inside her, her old self was trapped in an iron prison, locked away until the insatiable thirst for revenge had been sated.
“Let’s have some fun…” Carrie said, the same malicious grin from before still on her face.
“Carrie! Snap out of it! Come back to us!” Casey was now worried. She shook Carrie again, this time harder.
“Carrie, you’re scaring me…” Cleo said, the slight quiver of fear in her voice.
“What are you talking about? I haven’t changed one bit…”
An evil glint could now be seen in Carrie’s eyes.
End of Chapter 5
An interesting revelation! What do you think may come of this sudden change of heart in Carrie? Read on and find out! Okay, I couldn't help with the cheesy line there, anyway, it will be impossible to read on now as Chapter 6 isn't even out yet. As I mentioned in the foreword, Chapter 6 may take a while to come out, but, rest assured, I will write it. Nyro out!
Edited December 18, 2013 by Nyro
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Alright, I’m running out of witty Chapter Introductions so off with that and in with the new, for now. Here comes Chapter 6! On another note, there are some new introductions to happen in the next few Chapters along with me having a Co-Writer to help lighten the load of Chapters so you can possibly expect an increase in Chapter posts coming in the near future. Do not worry though, my Co-Writer doesn’t have any more information on the direction my story is going than you, my audience, does. You can find a condensed version of all my chapters so far, without the comments in between and in chronological order (surprisingly!), in the fiction submissions section. All of my upcoming Chapters shall be transferred there about a week after they’ve been out so keep a watch of this topic and the fiction section if you miss anything! Enough dithering from me, here’s the Chapter.
Chapter 6
There was definitely something different about Carrie now, there was no doubt about it. Something must have caused her to snap and become this… whatever… she is now. Casey was starting to doubt her own beliefs on what Carrie had witnessed. Only the downfall of her ‘rival’ could cause such a change in personality. Casey was not about to give up on bringing Carrie back to her senses.
“What are you? Stupid?! It’s clear that something has definitely changed in you! Don’t think you can fool me, I know you too well and Carrie would never, not even if she had been severely mistreated, plan revenge. That’s not like her at all!”
“Of course I wouldn’t! What do you take me for? Revenge is beneath me, it’s unbecoming of a young lady!” Is what Carrie wanted to say, but instead she said “Oh really? You think you know me that well? Huh? Let’s shatter that delusion of an underdeveloped mind which you possess. You don’t know me at all, I’m an enigma to you and you only know what I want you to know. Everyone has their secrets. Now, please, if you would so kindly remove yourself from my person and release the barbaric iron grip which you have on me now, that would be most appreciated. Otherwise, will I have to call a teacher over and act like an injured lamb in order for you to release me? What will it be? Sister, dearest?” The last statement was delivered with such sarcasm that it made Casey feel like she was talking to a complete stranger and not her sister. If this stranger wasn’t wearing her sister’s face, she would have punched her lights out for such a twisted show of hate.
Casey released her grip from Carrie and turned towards Cleo.
“Happy now?” She asked, sadness mixed with anger clear in her voice.
“Thank you. Now, I’ll be going.” Carrie replied.
Carrie turned and headed towards the ladder out of the pool.
“Stupid *****. She’s not Carrie.”
“How could you call her that?” Cleo exclaimed, shocked at her sister’s outburst. “It’s true that she seems a little different, but she’s still Carrie. She’s still your sister.”
“SHE’S NOT CARRIE! SHE’S NOT!” Casey shouted. All of the other students in the pool turned in her direction. All eyes were on Casey now.
Cleo flinched, startled by her sister. She was now at a loss for words.
“Casey…”
Carrie was just about to head back to her form room as the lesson was nearing its end when she heard Casey’s shout.
“What’s happening to me? Why can’t I think straight? Why did I say that to Casey? Who have I become?” A thousand thoughts were all rushing about in Carrie’s mind focusing on one main subject: “What is wrong with me?” She wanted to run back to the pool and comfort her Sister but she had no control over her body. Something else was pulling her strings, something which was incorporeal and couldn’t be seen, heard or felt, something which had no material form, something which could be summed up in a single word: HATE. Hate was now in control of Carrie, pure unbridled hate for Melissa, a feeling which had been sleeping insider her for the past 4 long years. Hate for how she treated Cleo, hate for how she nearly got Casey expelled and a personal hate for how she always acts like everyone else is lower than the ground she walks on. Carrie strode towards her form room, a plan formulating in her head, a plan which was sure to destroy Melissa.
“Let’s have some fun.” Carrie’s hate thought.
“Why can’t I stop? I don’t want to do this. STOP! Please…” Carrie’s conscience objected.
“Casey, could you please refrain from shouting during a lesson. I know we’re nearly finished for today but could you please save that for lunch time?” The swimming coach lectured regarding Casey’s outburst.
“Fine! Whatever!” Casey retorted, the slight sting of tears apparent in her tone.
The rest of the lesson seemed to drag on; nobody noticed the disappearance of Carrie a few minutes earlier. All of the students were called together to go over the lesson’s goals and see if they had met what they were meant to have and what the aims for next lesson will be. All the students were dismissed to go back to their form rooms and get changed.
During the walk back to form 9R3, Cleo and Casey remained silent. Not a single word came from each of them. Cleo could see tears welling up in Casey eyes, she felt powerless, she can’t help her sister. Anything which she says now may only cause the pain to increase. She watched Casey in silence, hating herself for what she said back in the pool.
“What can I do?” Cleo thought to herself.
Lunch Time. Brooke was making her way towards where she thought the Cafeteria was. Brooke had only been attending RCGA for about 3 months. She transferred to Rose Creek due to her Father being offered a better business opportunity which would be beneficial to both his job and Brooke. Brooke was a petite 12 year old girl of 4’7; she had blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a picture of a red haired girl with a chocolate coated biscuit stick in her mouth on it. To anyone who was familiar with the ‘Madoka Magica’ franchise, they would instantly recognize this red-haired girl as Sakura Kyouko. Over her white shirt she was wearing a back unbuttoned vest-shirt. She was also wearing a red skirt which went down to just above her knees, white ankle high socks and black and white shoes. Around her neck she wore a cherished golden locket which originally belonged to her grandmother.
Unbeknownst to her, the direction which Brooke was heading in was actually leading to the Year 9’s wing of the second floor.
Brooke made her way along the corridor when she was stopped by a long line of Year 9’s making their way to their form rooms after what appeared to be a swimming lesson, considering they were all wearing the Academy’s swimsuits. In the line, she saw two girls which looked like they had just heard some bad news. One of the girls, a girl with Chestnut brown hair and green eyes, looked like she was close to tears and the smaller girl next to her, a girl with ash blonde hair and also green eyes, looked like she was also about to start crying any moment now.
“Not this way.” Brooke thought to herself
Near the back of the line heading towards where Brooke was standing was a girl with raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. Minus the fact that she was also in a swimsuit, her flawless looks and irresistibly cute features made her see like she just stepped out of a world famous modelling magazine, that illusion was shattered when she addressed Brooke.
“Move it, plebeian! You’re in my way.” The girl said as she shoved Brooke to the side.
Not wanting to create a scene and also due to the abrupt introduction, Brooke hastily made her way back to the common room.
She found on a wall at the back of the common room a map detailing the layout of the Academy. It turns out that she was heading in the right direction, just not on the right floor. She backtracked and went down the stairs to the ground floor and headed towards the cafeteria.
The choice of food in the Rose Creek cafeteria was pretty much the general stuff you find in most schools. Sandwiches, fruit, crisps, chips, curries, veggie burgers, you name it, they had it. Students were never left without choice in what to eat for lunch. Unlike other schools, Rose Creek hadn’t adopted the ‘healthy eating’ scheme. All kinds of foods were available, not just foods which were deemed ‘healthy eating’. The way the Head Teacher of the Academy saw it was “We should not limit students as to what they can and cannot eat. We should let them have free choice and allow them whatever foods they wish to eat.” That is the main reason why most students at RCGA didn’t bring a packed lunch.
Brooke purchased her lunch and sat down at an empty table to eat.
Lunch at the academy lasted for about 40 minutes, this gave ample time for the students to do what they wished to do before having to attend their last two lessons for the day. Most of the time, the sheer length of the queue in the cafeteria took up about half of the designated lunch time so the students had to practically demolish their lunch in half the time they would normally want to eat their lunch in.
While Brooke was eating her lunch, a girl with pale blonde hair and crystal blue eyes sat down opposite her and started eating some ham salad sandwiches. Brooke saw the girl and started to get up and walk away.
“Sorry, there were no other seats left. Lunch queues in this school are horrendous. I hope I’m not bothering you.” The girl said as she saw Brooke start to move away. “I can move if you want, you don’t need to mind me. I’ll be quick, I promise.”
For some strange reason, Brooke thought against moving away from this girl. She seemed nice enough, plus, moving to this school was meant to be a new start for her so it would be defeating the point if she didn’t attempt to at least make one friend while she was here.
“I-I don’t mind. You can stay.” Brooke said quietly.
“Thanks. You won’t even know I’m here.” The girl replied.
Brooke examined the girl while eating the rest of her lunch. She looked like she was in the same year as her but the girl was a little bit taller than Brooke. What stood out the most was the girl’s short pale blonde hair. It was nearly pure white in the light of the sun. Her crystal blue eyes were also another predominant feature. She looked like she wasn’t from around here but she spoke no differently from anyone else. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a musical note on the front and music scores at the ends of the sleeves. From what Brooke could tell, the girl was wearing a pair of light blue shorts and she could just see the matching light blue ankle socks and trainers. The girl also had a pair of headphones around her neck concealing the silver chain of a necklace which appeared to be hidden from view.
The rest of lunch went on with the girl playing around with something on her phone after finishing her sandwiches. Afterwards she stood up and took the empty sandwich wrapper and walked towards the bin. She then collected her white shoulder bag off the floor.
“See you around.” She said to Brooke.
“W-wait.” Brooke called after her. She didn’t know why she did this but now wasn’t the time for second guessing herself. “What’s your name? I kind of liked your company and I wouldn’t mind it again.” Brooke had no idea why she was suddenly asking a girl who she’d only just met her name. It’s true; she did kind of like sitting with her. maybe it was just the calm, approachable aura which this girl seemed to have which allowed Brooke to overcome her fear and want to make friends with her.
“My name? It’s Milly. What’s yours? You seem kind of nice as well.”
“Brooke.” Brooke replied.
“Pleased to meet you.” Milly answered.
End of Chapter 6
Two new characters have been introduced, Carrie seems to have lost the plot, Melissa's pushing around Year 8's and I'm also running out of witty Post Scripts. That brings about the end of Chapter 6. Nyro out! |
Mini story time! Don't ask me why I'm doing this, I just thought I might as a little 'gap-bridger' between chapter releases. Don't worry, it's not completely random, it's relevant to the story but just not at this particular moment in time. Nonetheless, I thought I'd post it now while the next chapter is still in production, give you a little teaser at what's to come. I dedicate this story to the very bane of my existence, the eight legged monstrosities which are called "Spiders". Arachnophobia sufferers, beware!
Spider, Spider! Where are you hiding?
Through a small crack in the curtains, the warm sunlight trickled into the room, welcoming another morning. Three beds, each with its own little resident still sleeping inside, wrapping them in a cocoon of bedsheets and covers. In the bed to the furthest left, the covers slowly stirred. Pushing the covers aside, sitting up and rubbing the grogginess of sleep out of her emerald green eyes, Cleo broke the wrappings of her bed off her.
A small yawn escaped her lips as she climbed out of her bed. Sitting on the left side of her bed, she switched her still waiting alarm off. Cleo always awoke early at the weekends, she didn't know why, she claimed that it was the fact she had the whole day to do whatever she pleased which caused her to awake before Midday. At the corner of her eye, she spied a black shadow skitter away. She looked in the direction of the movement but saw nothing.
"Must be the light playing tricks on me. It could have been the curtain's shadow." She quietly said to herself.
Disregarding the bizarre phenomenon which had just occurred, she stood up and made her way to her wardrobe to get ready for another day. She picked out a pair of pink ribbon panties, a yellow floral pattern dress and a pair of white heart print socks. After she had finished changing out of her pink nightgown, she walked out of her room and headed towards the bathroom to finish her wake-up routine.
In the corners of her room, the black shadow remained. It skittered along the roof in pursuit of her.
In the bathroom, while Cleo was finishing up her routine by brushing her teeth she saw, in the corner of the bathroom just above the shower head, a Daddy Long-legs spider. She cringed at the sight a little, but determined it to be pointless unease, it was a distance from her and she would be able to see it if it moved towards her. She paid no attention to the same black shadow, which had been haunting her for this short amount of time, behind the shower curtain, she couldn't see it anyway.
Strangely, June, Cleo's Mother, hadn't called her to breakfast yet and Casey and Carrie, who were normally up before Cleo anyway, hadn't even showed a single sign of getting up.
"Mom and Dad are probably out shopping and Carrie and Casey will be up soon." She quietly calmed herself. "I should probably head down to breakfast now."
After spitting out the last remaining residue of toothpaste and rinsing her mouth, Cleo turned towards the door. In the quick movement she made, she saw a familiar black shadow behind the Shower curtain. It appeared to have a more defined form in the light of the sun. It looked like it had a large round body and...maybe...more than two legs? She shook her head to remove any thought of it.
"It's the shadow of the Daddy Long-Legs. It just looks bigger because the sun's on it." However, she didn't feel too confident about her assessment of the situation. Something was definitely off today. For one, the carpets feel softer than normal and they also feel slightly...sticky?
Cleo walked downstairs and into the kitchen. On the table, there was only one plate of food. One? Why just one? The plate was positioned where Cleo normally sits. Strange, had her Mother forgot to prepare breakfast for her sisters?
"I'm just over-thinking things, maybe their breakfast is in the Microwave. Mom knows that I'm an early riser at the weekends." Tentatively, she sat down at the table. Breakfast was, like normal for a Saturday, a full English breakfast of eggs, chips, sausage and beans. Cleo started eating the food. Everything on the plate seemed a little softer and more spongy than normal, this didn't stop Cleo from eating it though.
The black shadow was waiting outside the kitchen on the top of the open door. Eight legs then skittered towards the front door.
Cleo was half-way through eating her breakfast when she heard a hissing sound and a bang from the hallway. She jumped at the sudden noise and cautiously approached the origin of the strange sound. The hallway seemed normal but one thing was slightly off, there were small black shapes around the front door. Millions of tiny little black dots around the edges of the door frame. They seemed to be moving in a strange erratic pattern, like they were weaving something into the very foundation of the door. Cleo reached towards the door handle to turn it and see if the shadow would leave through the door. When she placed a hand on the door handle she turned it and pushed forwards.
The door wouldn't budge.
She tried again and again but to no avail. The strange black shapes made their way to the centre of the door. Cleo yelped and quickly pulled her hand back when she realised what they were.
They were spiders...
The spiders seemed to organise themselves into a pattern on the door. This pattern formed words, words which made Cleo shiver in fright.
"Going somewhere, Cleo?"
Cleo now noticed why everything seemed a little different. The door now turned into a large spider web with a basketball sized spider in the centre. Cleo screamed and fell backwards onto the floor. Was it a floor? It felt sticky and soft. This wasn't the tiled passageway, it was a spider web! Cleo's black shadow stalker returned and brought itself into the light of the sun on a strand of silk. It was a huge spider! It hissed at Cleo and waved its fangs in her direction. a green fluid was dripping out of them.
"No! No no no no NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cleo screamed as she hastily forced herself to stand up. She retreated backwards looking for a means of escape. She looked into the kitchen where a huge mass of black eight legged demons resided. Something caught her eye as she scanned the table. The plate of half eaten food which she left was now a half eaten spider. Cleo gagged at the thought of what she had eaten. She doubled over and emptied it out on the webbed flooring.
"This is a bad dream, this is a bad, dream, this is a bad dream!" Kept running through Cleo's mind. "Wake up now, Cleo. WAKE UP!"
The spider in the hallway now dropped onto the floor and skittered after Cleo. She quickly turned and headed back up the...stairs? The stairs were gone, in their place lay a large number of spiders skittering around the webs. She heard the hiss of her pursuer and, swallowing her fear, ran up the spiders.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The exoskeleton of the spiders cracked under Cleo's weight, bathing her foot in their internal organs. The landing was in her sight.
Clink, clink, clink, clink. Hisssss! Snap, snap!
Her pursuer was right behind her, hissing and snapping its fangs in an attempt at biting her heel. Cleo made it to the landing which was now, like the rest of the house, a giant spider web. Cleo wished this web of torment and fear would end soon. She could barely move because of how scared she was. Spiders lined the landing, milling about and weaving more traps for Cleo and boosts for her relentless assailant. She quickly ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. She heard a squeal of pain and a loud crunch as her spider assassin was crushed between the door and its frame. She was safe at last.
Or so she thought.
Her room was one huge web as well. In each corner rested a spider the size of a St. Bernard Dog hissing and clinking their fangs at her.
"When will this end?!" Cleo cried out as tears started falling down her face. There was no escape now. She pinched her arm in an attempt at waking herself up. She felt the pain, but no pull back to reality. She fell to the floor in defeat, paralysed with fear.
"Disappear. Disappear. Leave me alone. Go away. Wake up. Wake up."
Thud!
Something fell on the floor in front of Cleo. She opened her eyes, think this couldn't get any worse, when she was greeted by the largest spider she had ever seen., It was about six feet tall and six feet long. It snapped its fangs at Cleo and edged closer. Cleo was terrified by this abomination, this spawn from hell itself. This must be a demon spider, one fashioned from the very core of fear and hatred towards the Arachnid family. Cleo couldn't move, her body was locked into place, her heart was pounding as fast as it could. The spider turned and then everything went black.
Cleo finally thought that the nightmare had ended. Until...
When light had returned to Cleo's eyes, she found she couldn't move any part of her body. It felt like her limbs had been super-glued together. She struggled in a vain attempt at shattering the shackles and bonds which held her. She looked down and saw that she was wrapped in a Spider's Cocoon. In front of her was the Hell Spawn Spider, snapping its fangs and making green liquid fall from them. Cleo's struggling became more frantic now until she felt a sting in her leg. The spider had bitten her. All strength drained from her body and she felt hot and feverish. The spider then raised one of its eight legs until it stood just above Cleo's chest. She screamed as loud as she could and then.
Schink!
The leg thrust through her chest. Cleo felt the blinding pain of the wound. She screamed again.
"Kyaaaaaaaa!"
Cleo was finally in her own bed again. The dark of night thick throughout the room
"Cleo, you okay there?" A voice said, half asleep, from the bed which Casey should be sleeping in. "Had a bad dream or something?"
Upon hearing it a second time, she knew it was Casey's voice. Cleo couldn't hold back the tears.
"It was just a dream, Sis. No need to cry over it. Now go back to sleep, okay?" Casey said as she turned over to go back to sleep.
Cleo hid herself under her covers and found that her bedsheets were sodden. Her waist was also warm and clammy.
"First that nightmare, and now this?" Cleo realised that the dream had more of an adverse affect on her than she thought. "I can't sleep in this. And I don't think that Mom or Dad would be too happy if I stripped my bed right now. Nothing else for it, I'll have to see if they'll let me sleep with them, like last time."
The only other time which Cleo had a similar event like the one which just transpired was back when she was six years old. She had a nightmare about dolls after reading a book detailing a Japanese myth that dolls gain their own soul after being with a family for over 100 years. She's never had dolls since then, especially the traditional Button-eyed ones, as she thinks that they already have a soul trapped in them due to their lack of eyes, which are sometimes considered a portal for a soul to escape from.
She changed out of her soaked panties and nightdress and placed them on her bed.
"Mom'll want all the washing together."
She went to the bathroom, carrying a torch to light her way and reveal any spider which may be residing in the shadows. She was scared but she knew it had to be done. When she got in the Bathroom, she turned the light on and proceeded to clean herself up and remove any more urine which may still be inside her. She flushed the toilet, turned the light off and went back to her room to put on a clean pair of panties and a clean nightdress. She headed to her parents room.
She knocked on the door and opened it slowly. Timothy, Cleo's father, was the one to turn the bedside light on.
"What is it, sweetie?" He asked.
"I had a bad dream." Cleo answered, the evidence of her statement clear in the red marks by the sides of her eyes.
"Well, it was just a dream. So go back to sleep." June stated.
"I can't." Cleo answered.
"Why not?" June replied, slightly agitated at the disturbance.
"I, I had an accident." Cleo said, head hung in shame. "Can I sleep with you. I've cleaned myself up, just not my bed yet. Please?"
"Alright. But don't make any noise." June gave in to Cleo's pleading eyes.
"Thanks, Mom" Cleo replied, a smile on her face.
"Don't make this a habit, okay? You're too old for this now."
End
There you have it, Cleo' spider infested web of fear, fangs, legs and tears.
And thus the spider's web has been spun,
a silken nightmare of fangs and fear.
But, to no end, shall Cleo still run,
and the spiders shall continue, their goal still clear.
With this, my tale is done,
but that is not the end of Cleo's suffering, no, not here.
Beware the Skittering legs.
Edited December 31, 2013 by Nyro
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There have been a few questions regarding Melissa and a potential change in personality with her throughout the story lately. I’m just going to re-iterate what I’ve said in a previous comment: “No character is beyond redemption if the writer so wishes for them to be saved.” This basically means that, if you wish for Melissa to be redeemed, speak now or forever hold your peace. (xD) I would recommend that you read through this Chapter before voicing your opinion as it may change, but I may be wrong. (Hooray! Italics ^^) Alright, enough from me, on with the story!
Chapter 7
Throughout lunch, Carrie was nowhere to be seen. When Cleo and Casey got back to their form room, Carrie’s bag was gone and she was also nowhere to be found. Cleo wondered what could have gotten into her Sister, Carrie wasn’t normally like this and she would never say such hateful things to Casey, let alone insult her. Something was definitely different about her, but Cleo couldn’t place it.
Casey and Cleo sat in silence and picked at their lunch, they didn’t feel hungry at all. Melissa saw the two of them sitting without Carrie and also wondered where she had gone. Melissa wanted to talk to them, but she knew it would seem like she was their ‘friend’ to anyone who was watching and she didn’t want that false assumption to even be thought about in any of the other student’s minds, it was just ludicrous. However, Melissa also didn’t want to just sit there and do nothing when she could take advantage of this situation and understand just what had caused them to be separated like this and use that against her most hated enemy. So, also in silence she edged closer to where they were sitting, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t attempting to listen in on their conversation, if they were going to have one, even though it was painstakingly obvious to anyone paying attention.
Cleo finally broke the silence between the two.
“Maybe we should look for Carrie and try and talk with her?”
“No.” Casey replied.
“Why not? Maybe she has a reason for acting like she is?”
“So what?”
“Maybe we might be able to get her to talk to us again. It must be hard for her as well, we’ve never been separated like this before.”
“I don’t care. That girl is not Carrie.”
“What do you mean? She is Carrie, who else could she be.”
“She’s not Carrie.”
“Will this conversation ever go anywhere? It’s boring me.” Melissa thought to herself regarding the lack of conversation in this exchange of sentences and two to three word answers.
“Fine! If you’re not going to look for her, I will!” Cleo had had enough of Casey’s stubbornness, She packed away the snacks which could be put away and stormed out of the cafeteria.
“That’s not like her at all! Cleo wouldn’t do that, she’s normally the one who just goes along with everything. Something must seriously be up! And I WILL find out what it is!” Melissa leaned forward a little too much and fell of her chair in the process with a loud THUD! Her chair clattered to the floor behind her, attracting the attention of everyone else in the cafeteria including the two girls who were just about to leave.
They walked over to Melissa and one of the girls, a girl with nearly pure white hair and crystal blue eyes, crouched down by Melissa and asked.
“Are you okay? You really shouldn’t lean on your chair so much like that. You could hurt yourself pretty badly.”
Melissa’s face turned bright red and she quickly picked herself up off the ground.
“O-of course I am! I wasn’t leaning on my chair at all! One of the chair legs must have been broken and that’s what caused me to fall.”
The girl just chuckled in reply.
“Alright, if you say so. Just be a little more careful next time, okay?”
Melissa couldn’t believe how much of a fool she must have looked having a girl, who’s most probably her junior due to the fact that she was just a little smaller than Melissa herself, lecturing her on how dangerous it is to be leaning on a chair.
“I-I don’t need you telling me how to sit on a chair! I know perfectly well how dangerous it is to lean on a chair, but I was trying… er, I mean, I was not leaning on my chair! The floor tiles must be a little uneven and that’s why I fell!”
“But didn’t you just say…“ This time, the smaller of the two girls, a girl with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, who was slightly hiding behind the other girl, spoke.
“I know what I said! Plebeian! Now be quiet!” Melissa replied hastily, her face still bright red with embarrassment. She picked up the chair behind her and then grabbed her bag and stalked off out of the cafeteria.
“What a strange girl. But, I have to say, she sure has a nice dress. I wouldn’t mind one like that myself.” Milly said as she watched the black haired girl make her way out of the cafeteria.
Brooke was still hiding behind Milly.
“Well, lunch is nearly over so I think we should be heading to our next lesson. What do you have next, Brooke? I’ve got English.” Milly asked Brooke.
“I have English next, too.”
“Seriously? Who have you got? I’ve got Mrs Bluebell.”
“Mrs Bluebell.” Brooke replied quietly
“Alright then. Let’s go!” Milly lead the way out of the Cafeteria.
Brooke could feel the signs in her bladder, which had been there throughout most of lunch, which indicated that she needed to relieve herself but, being the shy girl that she is, she didn’t want to let Milly know that.
“I really should go but… I can hold it through English, I’m sure of it!” Brooke thought. “It’s quite bad but I know I can hold it! I’m not a child.” However, she still wasn’t quite as sure as she made out she was. She followed Milly out of the cafeteria to not alert her that something was wrong.
Cleo felt bad for how she just rushed out of the cafeteria and left Casey by herself, but she knew that Casey would be too stubborn to listen to her so she had no other option if she wanted to find out just what had gotten into Carrie. She spent the remainder of lunch searching for Carrie but she couldn’t find her so, reluctantly, she made her way to her next lesson.
“Carrie’s sure to be there. Then I can ask her just what is wrong with her.”
Sure enough, Carrie was sitting in her usual seat for Mathematics Lessons, Melissa was also there sitting down and glaring at Carrie. She probably thought no one knew what she was doing, although she couldn’t have telegraphed it more even if she tried. Carrie was just staring at Melissa and grinning to herself. Cleo took a deep breath and made her way towards Carrie to try and talk to her.
“Carrie, what’s wrong? Why did you say that to Casey?”
“Because it was the truth, why else? That girl needs to lean that brawn isn’t everything in this world. Although I guess she is too dim-witted to know that, having the near animal intelligence that she does. More importantly, how can you, being the cry-baby that you are, manage to work up the courage to come here by yourself? Casey’s left you too? I, for one, know that she’ll be better off not having to drag a worthless girl like you, who thinks that crying can solve everything, around with her.”
Cleo stepped back, tears started to well up in her eyes. She now knew what Casey meant when she said that this girl was not Carrie. Carrie would never say something so cold and cruel like that to anyone, let alone Cleo, who she took upon herself to protect and prevent any harm coming to.
“Go on, cry-baby Cleo, cry away. Let those tears roll down your face, see how much good that does you. I know you’re about to, I can see it in your eyes. Just do it and get it over with already, I don’t want it messing up my education. Or maybe you can take yourself away and cry your heart out in the hallway. I don’t care. Now, if you would please, leave me to prepare for the lesson ahead.”
Cleo couldn’t hold back the tears any more. She ran out of the room crying. Carrie just sat there and smiled to herself, looking pleased at what she had done.
“Bawl away, cry-baby. See who will come to dry your tears. Just don’t expect me to, you useless waste of a sentient being. I’ll get more sense out of my own pencil case than I will out of you.” Carrie called after Cleo.
Murmurs started to go about the classroom as Melissa sat there, taking in what had just happened and not believing what she had seen. She got up off her chair and made her way towards Carrie’s desk.
“Just what has gotten into you?!” She asked, shocked at what she had just witnessed. The normal Carrie would never do something like that. From her own experience, Melissa knew that was the truth.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Melissa? Or should I call you Mepeesa?” Carrie whispered to Melissa.
Melissa stood there in complete silence as she took what she just heard in.
“What did you just call me?” She whispered back, shocked.
“I called you Mepeesa. Something wrong with your ears?” Carrie replied, a cold grin on her face.
End of Chapter 7
So, what do you think of the new Carrie? Quite the insult bank isn't she? More importantly, please stay tuned for the next Chapter. Nyro out! |
It seems like most people wish for Melissa to be saved, maybe she will and maybe she won’t. You’ll have to read on, although it won’t be in this Chapter, but some hints may be in place. Here’s the next Chapter.
Chapter 8
Melissa stepped back in shock of what she just heard.
“Does she know? How?!” Melissa thought.
Carrie stayed with the grin on her face as the teacher walked in. Mr Crossman was a youngish man in his mid to late 20’s. He always had a slumped posture and stubble on his chin. He had black hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a old brown business suit and similarly aged trousers. He hated teaching but it was a job which earned him money so he had to bear with it. He spoke in a monotonous voice.
“Alright class, open your textbooks and turn to page 284. Answer the algebra questions in that section. I did have a lesson planned but it turns out that Cleo’s decided that this is the best time to turn on the waterworks. I don’t want anything to do with it and I frankly don’t care but it’s my obligation as a teacher to ensure that she’s alright.” After saying what he did, he walked out of the classroom, not caring that Melissa was out of her seat and looking away from the board.
Melissa, still shocked from what she heard, walked slowly back to her desk and carried on with what the teacher told her to do.
“She’s going to tell, I know she will! I need to silence her somehow, but how will I do that?!” Melissa panicked as these thoughts ran through her mind.
Carrie chuckled to herself when she saw how scared she made Melissa with her comment.
“Squirm all you like, it’s more fun for me that way. I already know how I’m going to reveal your dirty little secret to the whole school.” Carrie planned as she completed the algebra questions set. The time and place for Melissa’s dirty revelation was already set, and the means were partially clear. In two days’ time, the Year Representatives were going to give a speech regarding the changes already in place at the school. Melissa would be giving such a speech as the Representative of Year 9. Alongside the speech, they’ll be carrying out a presentation via projector and laptop. All Carrie had to do was hack the school’s network and security system, find a picture from the camera at the back of the sports hall, blow that up big and then hack into the student files and find the presentation which Melissa was going to give and insert the picture in. A flawless plan, Carrie had the brains and the means for it. She also planned a little something else, but still needed to clarify if it was possible.
A shiver went down Melissa’s spine, she knew something bad was going to happen but wasn’t quite sure what yet, she couldn’t discipline Carrie with no evidence.
Cleo, still crying, was lead to the Infirmary and told by Mr Crossman to “chill out” there. The nurse was out at the moment so Cleo found a vacant bed, pulled over the curtain and cried into the pillow. Why was Carrie being so cruel? What had twisted her from the kind elder sister Cleo knew and loved? She lay there crying away and soon cried herself into a dreamless sleep.
Casey, not knowing about Cleo’s current predicament, went to her Mathematics lesson. She was a good 10 minutes late but the teacher wasn’t there. She walked over to her desk, sat down at it, and used this lesson as an extended lunch by playing around with her phone. She took one glance at Carrie and then returned to her game. She seemed happy, for some strange reason.
Brooke and Milly arrived at their English lesson just in time. They sat down at their desks, Brooke’s was the second seat from the back just in front of the windows and Milly’s was the one next to it. Mrs Bluebell arrived a little after Brooke and Milly did. She was a woman in her mid-30’s, she had long black hair tied in a pony-tail and blue eyes. She was wearing a dark purple dress and black business shoes. She called out the register to see if everyone was present, they all were, and then proceeded to start her lesson.
“Today we’ll be starting to write up a book report on the book which we have been reading, ‘The five people you meet in Heaven’ by Mitch Albom. I want you to get into pairs for this task, one of you can read through the book again to familiarise yourself and your partner with the it while the other searches for the other books which we’ve read over these past few months and analyse and compare them. With the main focus on what ways they use pathetic fallacy and dramatic irony. The pairs are as follows…” She started reading through the class register and paring up people with similar abilities in this particular lesson. Brooke and Milly were one of the pairs.
“Awesome! We’re working together on this one.” Milly said with joy.
“Yes.” Brooke replied, smiling a little.
“Collect your bags, we’ll be going to the Library for this task.” Mrs Bluebell continued.
“Let’s go, Brooke.” Milly said as she picked up her bag and made her way out of the classroom to the Library. “This may seem like a stupid question, but, do you know where the Library is?” She asked Brooke. Many a partner Milly had before didn’t even know that minor detail.
“Um, yes. I do.” Brooke replied. “I go there a lot. I like it there.”
“Alright, don’t fall behind, now!” Milly playfully called back as she increased her pace towards the Library.
The pressure in Brooke’s bladder increased as she tried to match Milly’s pace. “I really should go, but I don’t want to make Milly do this all by herself…” Brooke thought regarding her bladder’s signals. She pushed the feeling to the back of her mind and continued on after Milly.
The RCGA Library was a huge two story building next to the Infirmary. It had a whole building all to itself. It housed around 300,000 books varying from fiction books to biographies. It could seat around 150 students at one time and it provided computers for around half of them. Upon arrival, Mrs Bluebell gathered her class together just in front of the reception desk and further briefed them on their task.
“You can use whatever resources are in this Library. You have the rest of this lesson and the whole lesson tomorrow to make a good start on your book reports. These book reports are due in in around 2 weeks’ time. I’ll only give you these two lessons to start them off, the rest of the time you need to communicate with your partner and arrange meeting times for the remainder of the report. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mrs Bluebell.” The class chorused back.
“Alright then. Off you go.” She replied.
By this time, the added pressure from the practical power walk she did before was causing Brooke’s need for relief to rise.
“I’ll go and ask the Librarian where the nearest toilet is. I’ll let Milly know where I’m going afterwards.” Brooke thought as she made her way towards the main reception desk. She was stopped by Milly calling out to her.
“Hey, Brooke, how about I gather the other books and you read through our current book and take notes? I’ll only be a few minutes; I know where the other books are.”
Brooke was startled by this a little and a small spurt of warm fluid left her urethra. She quickly pulled her legs together.
“A-alright. I’ll go and find us a seat and a computer.” Brooke replied. She made her ways towards an empty computer hub and picked up an extra chair for Milly. While walking to the computer, she occasionally shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to quell the uprising in her bladder.
“I should go, I really should. I don’t want a repeat of back then…” Brooke thought as she remembered what had happened to her many months ago. These memories only caused her need to increase; she was now squeezing her legs together. She was about to turn and go back to the reception desk when Milly appeared from around a large bookshelf.
“Got them!” She called out to Brooke. “You logged on, yet?” She asked.
“Oh, um, I was about to, I-I just…” Brooke stammered out as she squirmed a little in place.
“Don’t worry, I’ll log on. You just go and read the book. I’ll put the others on the table here.” Milly cut in as she placed the books in her hands down on the table by the computer. She then quickly walked over to the computer and typed in her username and password and left the compute to do the rest on its own.
Brooke sat down at the table, instantly regretting it as it made her need worse, she was tapping her feet and swinging her legs back and forth under the table. It was now or never.
“U-um, Milly, I…” Brooke started when a wave of urine battered against her bladder’s walls. She squealed a little and quickly dug both her hands into her crotch, trying to hold back the flood which wanted to leave her.
“Don’t worry about reading the others, yet.” Milly answered, thinking that Brooke wanted to know which book to start with. “Just focus on ‘Five people’, that’s what this report is mainly about, the others are just reference material. I’ll go and quickly grab some dictionaries, we need to use a variety of words otherwise Mrs Bluebell will downgrade us for lack of creativity. It has happened before.” She finished as she quickly walked away again.
Brooke now didn’t know what to do, she could barely move for fear of leaking. She sat there, swinging her feet and moving from left to right, squirming around and bouncing up and down. More of her warm fluids squirted out of her to further dampen her panties, she pushed harder and harder into her girlhood until it hurt.
“Not again…” Brooke thought as more memories of her past experiences in similar situations filled her mind, causing her to lose more control as a large spurt left her girlhood. She started crying, furiously trying to push back in what wanted to come out, her knuckles turned white with effort as they pushed into her girlhood, plugging it slightly but ultimately making no difference. She squirmed some more and writhed around trying to hold back the flood. She bounced around, swung her legs faster and even tried sitting with her foot digging in to her crotch. Each movement she made caused more spurts to leave her body until she had no more fight left in her. She fell onto the desk and cried hard as her internal lake overflowed its damn and gushed through her urethra, soaking her panties and the chair she sat on until it started pooling around on the floor underneath her.
“It’s just like that time, except one thing’s different. She’s not here…” Brooke thought as the fluids leaving her urethra started to slow down to a trickle.
“Brooke, I’m back!” Milly called out as she returned with her arms fully of various dictionaries and thesauruses. When she saw Brooke crying and sitting in a puddle of something, Milly dropped the books, causing a loud thud to resound around the Library’s ground floor.
“Brooke, what happened?!” Milly called out to Brooke as she started to run towards her.
End of Chapter 8
Alright, Chapter 9 is now out. The next chapter will not only include my own writing, but that of my Co-writer as well. It will be a duo effort. I'm hoping to post it some time next week. Enjoy. ^^ Nyro out! |
Buckle up your seatbelts, we’re going on a feels trip! (Maybe) Here comes the collaboration between me and my co-writer. Most of it is my co-writer’s work; I’ve only just polished it up a little and made it fit in to the context. You’re only getting half the story from me but, keep watch of the forums, my co-writer might be publishing the rest soon. Let’s get the feels train moving!
Chapter 9
Brooke sat in a puddle of her own making, crying away. She didn’t notice Milly run up to her and ask her just what made her cry, her thoughts were elsewhere.
“It’s just like back then…” Brooke sobbed out. “It’s happening again.”
Milly didn’t want to probe into the matter much. She was more concerned with Brooke’s own health and the puddle beneath her to want to ask more.
“Hold on, I’ll let Mrs Bluebell know. I’ll take you to the infirmary afterwards.” Milly informed Brooke, as she went searching for her teacher. She found Mrs Bluebell close to the Librarian’s desk, typing away on her laptop.
“Mrs Bluebell, Brooke’s had an accident. I’m going to take her to the infirmary.” Milly told her teacher.
Mrs Bluebell looked up from her laptop and wondered what Milly was talking about.
“What kind of accident?” She asked.
Milly considered just what words would best explain Brooke’s current situation.
“She’s had a…toileting accident. She wet herself.” Milly thought these words would best describe the situation.
Mrs Bluebell sighed and gave Milly permission to take Brooke to get cleaned up.
Milly returned to Brooke and started to help her up.
“Come on, Brooke. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Milly softly said to Brooke, who just sobbed in response.
“Why does this keep happening to me? Why?” Brooke sobbed away.
Milly took Brooke out of the Library and to the Infirmary next door, unknowing of Cleo’s presence in there.
Once they got inside, Miss Lavender, the school nurse, asked them what had happened.
“So, Milly, what brings you and Brooke here?” Miss Lavender asked, not turning away from her computer. She saw their reflection in her screen.
Miss Lavender was a young woman in her late twenties who had just finished her degree in Medical Practice. She had black hair, which she normally wore in a ponytail, and green eyes. She wore prescription glasses with black frames and small stud earrings.
“Um, Miss, Brooke had a little accident.” Milly admitted.
Miss Lavender turned from her screen into their direction. She was about task ask what kind of accident Brooke had, but decided not to when she saw the tell-tale wet patch on Brooke’s skirt.
“Say no more.” Miss Lavender dismissed. “Take a towel from the drawers by the beds and have a search through the missing clothes box for something Brooke’s size. Wet wipes are in the drawers with the towels, which should help clean her up for now.”
Brooke whimpered in response. She was then led by Milly to a vacant bed opposite a seemingly occupied one.
Cleo had just woken up from her sleep when she heard someone enter into the infirmary and mention something about towels and accidents. This piqued Cleo’s interest so she remained quiet behind the curtain, listening intently to what was going on outside.
“I thought I could get away from it all by moving here. Why must it follow me everywhere?” Brooke cried.
Milly really did want to know just what Brooke was talking about, but, she decided that Brooke was in no state to talk about it at the moment. Milly took a towel from the drawers and put it on the bed next to Brooke. She then took out a packet of wet wipes and placed them near the towel.
“Here’s a towel and some wet wipes. Feel free to pull the curtains while you get cleaned up, I’ll be just outside picking out some clothes.” Milly told Brooke.
“Thanks…” Brooke replied as she pulled the curtains closed. She then took off her wet clothes and cleaned herself down, gently sobbing.
Milly searched through the box and picked out a pair of white panties, a pink t-shirt and a yellow skirt.
“I’ve got your clothes ready.” Milly called out to Brooke.
Cleo was getting more and more interested in the conversation now, she wondered just why this girl called Brooke needed some clean clothes. Did she hurt herself and tear her clothes during a P.E lesson? Or was it something more intriguing.
Brooke had just finished cleaning herself when she heard Milly.
“Okay, pass them through the curtains, please.” Brooke answered.
Milly complied and placed the clothes on the bed, her arm the oly thing coming through the curtains.
Brooke changed into the clothes and opened the curtains.
“Please, Milly, stay with me for a little while.” Brooke asked.
“Okay. I don’t mind missing English.” Milly answered. “Brooke, I’m sorry. I should have paid more attention to you. I was too busy rushing around that I didn’t even give you the chance to go to the toilet.” Milly apologised to Brooke.
Cleo heard the apology. So, Brooke had a toileting accident, did she? The little feeling from the Science lesson filled her again, causing her girlhood to tingle and itch, she wanted to rub away the sensation. A hand went down to her treasure and started to rub at it through her swimsuit. She felt something wet escape her girlhood.
“No, it’s my fault. That’s been happening to me ever since then.” Brooke replied.
“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you talking about? Has this happened before?” Milly wanted to understand just what Brooke was referring to.
“Well…” Brooke began.
“It started about a year ago. It was during my Math finals at my old school back home in America. I was so scared that I’d fail that I crammed as much as I could the night before. I don’t remember much of what I did for revision. I went downstairs for breakfast as normal and I talked a little with my family.
“My friend came to pick me up for school as usual; I left the house with her after saying good-bye to my parents. When I came to school, the Math final was first period. Naturally, I was nervous the whole time. Only when I was halfway through it did I realise.
“I was so nervous I must have forgotten to go to the bathroom before it. I really needed to pee that I could barely focus on my test; this made me even more nervous as the timer was ticking away. I tried to forget about it by doing more of the test, that seemed worked for a while.
“But not for long. Soon I could barely sit still and…”
Brooke stopped for a second as fresh tears started to mist up her eyes.
“…that’s when I had my accident. Everyone in class laughed at me. My friend took me to the nurse’s office to get cleaned up. She then informed my Mom of it and she came to pick me up.”
Cleo was captivated by Brooke’s story, her rubbing increased in speed, causing more wetness to seep out of her peach into her swimsuit.
“The next few weeks made matters worse. I was constantly teased by the other students and called names. Two girls even came up to me and personally picked on me while I was trying to read in the school Library. I ran out in floods of tears think ‘Why me?’.
“The only one who stood by me through all this was my friend.”
Brooke chocked back more tears, it seemed as the next bit would be really hard for her to say, Milly took note of this and offered some means of silence.
“You don’t have to tell me any more if you don’t want to. I’m sorry for all you’ve been through, I had no idea.” Milly comforted. Brooke carried on, however.
“The weeks went on and I had accidents many more times. The teasing and the name calling were getting to me so badly that I couldn’t control it anymore.”
Cleo was now rubbing furiously away at her peach, it tingled like mad and that seemed to be the only thing which stopped it. Cleo kept rubbing, imagining all the accidents, imagining a small, cute girl wetting herself in many different situations. A warm feeling seemed to come from her abdomen and down to her peach. Suddenly, Cleo lost all strength in her body as a large spurt of some kind of slimy, clear fluid left her peach. She panted quietly and, as soon as feeling returned to her body, started rubbing away again.
Brooke continued.
“The only one who comforted me in those times was my friend. But she…”
Brooke started crying again.
“...she left me alone.
“In the middle of August, she got caught in a car accident. She…she….”
Brooke broke down into more tears and a feeling welled up inside her. All of a sudden, warm, fresh urine started to leave Brooke’s girlhood and soak the bed under her, soaking through the white panties and turning them yellow. Milly just hugged Brooke close.
“…she died. My only friend died! I was all alone. I no longer had control over my pee. Every time I got nervous or thought about her I just wet myself without knowing. I don’t know why it happened, it just did.” Brooke now felt the urine around her crotch. “Like now!” She cried louder.
“I just wanted to get away from it all. I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t go anywhere. I just shut myself away! My Dad got a job opportunity to move to here, he took it, hoping that it’ll be a fresh start for me, I hoped that, too, but now look at me! It’s starting again!”
Brooke was crying uncontrollably now. Cleo stopped her rubbing as soon as she heard the end of Brooke’s troy, Cleo herself had started crying softly, too.
“Brooke,” Milly said, “I’m so sorry…” Milly hugged Brooke even tighter and stroked her head in an attempt at calming her down.
End of Chapter 9
Alright, I do hope I haven't strayed too far from what my co-writer wanted. If I have, I apologise. Nyro Out! Wait, shouldn't that be "Koneko out" or something? Whatever. Koneko out!
@Jeffery: Alright! I'll get started on that soon.
Edited January 19, 2014 by KonekoChan
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Koneko, you did well I thank you for that and allowing me to help you with you story
I'm actually nervous to be doing this but I'm going to what's about to be posted is my collaboration to the story this goes further into Brooke's past than what was mentioned. In the chapter Koneko just posted it's my first ever fan fiction for this site so I hope you all enjoy it.
Chapter 9 Side Story
Chapter 1
(One Year Ago In June)
Little by little, the rays of the sun were slowly making their way into the room through the curtains in the far corners of the room. Inside the room was a small desk that had a small Black Toshiba laptop that sat in the middle of the desk surrounded by various anime figures that could be seen. There was Shana (Shakugan no Shana), Fate Testarossa (Magical Girl Nanoha), Bahamut and Leviathan (Final Fantasy). To the left of the desk sat a flat screen TV while below were a couple of rows of Manga and anime DVDs. They sat atop a small shelf that also included a PS3 and an Xbox360 that included several video games for both systems. Upon a few of the walls were a few anime posters ranging from Gundam 00, Dragon Ball Z, Madoka Magica and a couple of others. In the middle of the room sat a large bed, next to the bed sat two night stands, both had small lamps upon each of them. On the right stand rested a small alarm clock with the time of 6:59am. A few seconds passed. Before 7:00 o'clock, the alarm clock started to flash in green and a beeping sound filled the room.
"Beep, Beep, Beep"
The sound started to get louder until a small hand reached out and touched the shutoff button which quietened the din, this was followed by a light knock on the door to the room
"Sweetie it's time to get up" came a female voice from outside of the room.
Upon the bed a figure slowly started to move. The bed covers were starting to be pushed aside. It appeared someone was starting to move and then a hand moved over to turn on a light next to the bed. Light then flooded into the room once the light came on revealing a figure of a young girl who was now sitting upright in her bed.
"Ok, mom I'll be right down in a few minutes" said the girl sleepily, she had long blond hair which reached down to her shoulders.
A pair of blue eyes then started to open. The girl then rubbed the fuzziness out of her eyes. A yawn escaped her lips. The young girl was wearing a blue nightshirt, a pair of white shorts could also be seen after she had pushed the bed covers to the side. Brooke finally rose from her bed and made her way to the right side of the room into the en suite bathroom where she took a quick shower before stepping out and drying herself off. She then made her way to the left side of the room after exiting the bathroom. She then opened the doors to her closet. She switched the light inside on, revealing several rows of clothes.
Making her way inside Brooke reached over and picked out a black short sleeved shirt, a black and white short skirt along with a pair of knee high white socks. From the closet she also removed a pair of white and blue striped panties which she placed on her body before putting her clothes on. Brooke then made her way out of the closet and exited her room before heading downstairs. She then headed into the kitchen where her Mom, who had short black hair and fair skin, was standing in front of the stove, making breakfast. Brooke’s Father was sitting at the kitchen table.
He was dressed in a black business suit, he had long brown hair that was tied into a pony tail behind his head. He was currently drinking a glass of coffee.
Brooke's father, whom was named Mike, worked as an architect who spent most of his time designing either new homes or office buildings. On the table not far from him sat a folder with "Rose Creek, Great Britain" written in black ink across the top of the folder. This was the town where his next this project would be taking place. First he'd start to work on three office buildings for the various businesses within the city followed next by several new apartment buildings that would be located near where the office buildings were soon to be erected. He often spent many late nights at the office working on his projects making sure everything was perfect. Brooke's mother, whom was named Keira, line of work was that of an author, her pen name was "Celestine Blackpearl", Keira either spent time meeting with her publishers or working on her latest books. She had written several, one of her books was titled "A Past Forgotten & Arctic Blaze", she was currently working on one called "A soul consumed by power".
As Brooke entered the room her dad looked up from his meal.
"Morning honey, sleep well?" he asked as Brooke took her seat at the table next to him.
"It was the first goodnights sleep I've had in the past few weeks" Brooke replied as her Mom came over with Brooke’s breakfast and her own before taking a seat at the table as well.
"We know you've been studying hard for your math final, which is today." said her mom before pouring Brooke a glass of orange juice which she took a drink of.
"I hope I do well. This test has been bugging me lately, I know I've studied hard but I just hope I can pass it this time." Brooke said after placing the glass down and taking a bite of sausage.
"I'm sure you will honey. We know you'll do your best, you usually do" said her mom.
Brooke looked down at her food as she listened to what was said. She then looked up, smiling
"I know I will it's just one test" Brooke took another sip of juice.
Truth be told, she still wasn't so sure this year hadn't been good for her with taking any kind of math test. Some she passed and some she failed and she was just barely pulling a C minus in the class.
One thing was for certain Brooke had no plans for wanting to spend her summer in school repeating the course just in case she failed. Her other classes were decent, she was pulling an A in English, B minus in history, C in Art, C in Design and Technology, D in P.E (that was only because she hated the class). The family made some more small talk for a few more minutes; Mike brought up something about a new project starting over seas in Great Britain in month and would have to begin designing something new for it. He was also invited to visit the future site of the project in a few weeks time.
Around 7:40 as they were just finishing up with breakfast the doorbell rang. Keira heard the sound a moment later and got up then headed for the door. Soon she opened up the door to reveal a young teenager standing there. Amy has long brown hair with small blue clips. Her eyes are a shade of dark blue. Amy was dressed in a white collar long sleeves shirt with red ribbon tie, red skirt, long black socks, and black shoes.
"Good morning, Keira, is Brooke ready?" Amy asked in a rather cheerful voice.
"She'll be along shortly." Keira spoke as she turned around to go tell Brooke that Amy was here which meant that she would be giving Brooke another ride to school.
Brooke and Amy had been good friends for about four years, they had first met each other back when Amy's family had first moved into the neighbourhood and they hit it off right off the bat. Brooke's parents were happy that she had made a good friend since Brooke didn't really have many to begin with. A couple of minutes later Brooke arrived at the front door and greeted her friend with a small smile on her face. She said goodbye to her mom with a kiss on her cheek before joining Amy on the way to her mom's car.
Having just arrived they both got into the backseat of the car and Amy's mom greeted them as they started down the driveway towards the main road. It was usually around two miles to get to school in the morning which, traffic dependant, usually took around twenty to twenty-five minutes. During this time Brooke and Amy chatted about various things that they both liked, ranging from the latest books that each have read to the latest episode of Sleepy Hallow that had aired the night before and even to the latest music that they were both listening to.
They had reached the main road and had only gone about half a mile down the road when the first signs could be seen that something was wrong with Brooke. It slowly began by the process of her thighs rubbing together here and there. At the moment it wasn't much to worry about. Something like this didn't happen to Brooke often, she always made sure that'd she go to bathroom before leaving for school, but this time it was different since she decided against it because she didn't feel like having to go but this turned out to be a mistake.
Two minutes seemed to pass by fairly quickly and Brooke placed both hands on the edge of her skirt she then began to play with it.
"This isn't good." Brooke thought to herself as she started to shift around in her seat along with the rubbing of her thighs together increasing in rhythm. Amy seemed to notice this and leaned over closer to Brooke so that she could whisper to her.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked as Brooke made a small jump in her seat and turned her head to face her.
"I've gotta pee." Brooke said quietly as a light blush formed upon her cheeks Amy watched her friend a bit more and started to become a bit worried herself because there had been a couple of times in the past that she herself went through something like this.
No matter what Brooke tried to do nothing seemed to help she tried to take her mind off the problem by looking out the window but that didn't seem to help. She was wondering how much longer it'd take to reach the school, she looked over at the dashboard clock, it read 7:50, only ten minutes had passed yet those ten minutes seemed like a lifetime to poor Brooke, who by this time was squeezing her legs together rather tightly in hopes of stopping what wanted to come out.
"I'm not sure if I can wait any longer." Brooke said to herself, she was tempted to place her left hand underneath her skirt and press on her peephole, But was too embarrassed to even try it. For one reason, Amy was right next to her along with Amy's mom in the front seat.
"We will be there shortly, I know it." Amy whispered again while still keeping a eye upon Brooke, who at this time was whimpering to herself with her legs tightly squeezed together. Brooke almost felt like crying out and nearly did there and then as the car suddenly stopped, causing a small leak in the dam to go shooting out of her peephole, dampening the crotch of her panties.
"No!" Brooke cried out in fear as she jammed her fingers into her crotch to help stop the flow. At this time Amy's mom noticed Brooke, her attention before had been upon the road.
"Brooke is something wrong?" she asked while at the moment turning to look at her in the backseat.
The reason the car had stopped so suddenly was because they had come up to some road construction. Brooke didn't reply and just looked down at the floor of the car; it was Amy that spoke up for her.
"She's got to go to the bathroom, Mom." was Amy's reply.
Other cars around them had started to slow down due to what was ahead of them taking up two of the lanes on the road. Brooke shut her eyes as she felt tears start to well up in them. Even with the rubbing of her outer lips through her panties it wasn't really helping. Another small leak escaped through her fingers, further soaking the crotch of her striped panties along with a small trail of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Traffic seemed to move slowly. From time to time, the car moved forward, then would stop while the other cars around them would also stop and go. Seconds passed which turned into minutes. The car slowly moved forward, Brooke was now openly crying for she knew what was about to happen and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Amy's mom was worried because if Brooke did have an accident then her car seat would get ruined, which was something she didn't want to have to deal with. Amy, on the other hand, was more worried about Brooke, who had started shaking.
At this point her bladder was bursting. The jamming of her fingers into her crotch wasn't helping even with the whole squeezing of her thighs. A cramp was beginning to build within the left side of Brooke's stomach.
"It's gonna come out!" Brooke cried out as a rather large squirt of pee shot out of her urethra, soaking her fingers and escaping past her panties to slowly form a tiny puddle underneath where she sat, soaking the back of her panties and her skirt.
"Brooke, we'll be at school soon. Look ahead, the traffic is starting to move forward." Amy pointed out. Brooke looked up through tear filled eyes.
She could see the cars around them moving a fraction faster now that they had moved through. They slowed down on the freeway. Even though she was happy to have gotten through that part, Brooke was still crying. How can this be happening to her? She always did her best to take care of these problems beforehand. Once their car started moving again the small puddle underneath Brooke flowed forward falling upon the floor of the car.
"I, I'm so sorry." Brooke muttered in a low voice. Amy's mom took this as a bad sign and, for the moment, said nothing.
"It's ok, it happens to everyone once at school. I'll take you to the nurse’s office to get changed." Amy said to a saddened Brooke as the car made its way off of the freeway and turned onto one of the city streets that headed towards the school. All three of the passengers remained silent for a while, with the small whimpering from Brooke, who was still crying softly. Amy placed her hand upon Brooke's shoulder and did her best to comfort her for the remainder of the ride until they reached the school.
The car, by then, had turned onto a side street leading to the school, which could be seen in the distance. Three two story buildings stood side by side to each other. Each of these buildings were brick and had been built several years ago. The middle building of the three had been designed by Brooke's father and housed the sixth and seventh grades while the building to the left housed Grades eight and nine while the right one housed the last three grades 10 through to 12.
The main road leading towards the school was a quarter of a mile ahead and ended in a circle. To the right and left were parking lots where other students and faculty members parked their cars, or where even the students’ parents dropped them off, when the main turn-about wasn't backed up with various school buses which would be busy dropping off students in the morning. A few moments later the car arrived at the main area of the school.
Before getting out, Amy let Brooke put on her long black jacket that she had in the car before she had first got to Brooke house that morning. The good thing about this was that the jacket reached her knees, completely covering up any signs that Brooke had an accident. As Brooke got out of the car along with Amy, several of the students who had been making small talk outside the school buildings or had just gotten off the bus or out of their cars. Some noticed Brooke and saw that she was crying for some reason, while others just went about their own business like normal or just didn't care at all.
As Brooke stood there, Amy had a small conversation with her mom about something. If one was to look at Brooke's school life on a normal day it wouldn't be like this, she wasn't all that popular or well-known. She had a couple of friends but she didn't really interact with them all that much. It was only Amy whom she did things. Anyone at school could see that they were close and always together unless one of them was sick or on vacation or something.
"I can't believe she did that!" Amy's mom spoke in anger quietly to Amy, who was standing near the driver’s side of the car
"It wasn't her fault, Mom. You do remember that it happened to me a couple of times last year, right?" Amy exclaimed.
Her Mother said nothing for a few moments as she remembered back to those days.
"It just makes me mad. Oh, and make sure to tell Brooke's parents later when they come by after school." she said. Amy nodded and left to go check on Brooke once again.
Brooke wasn't crying as much now, the tears had stopped but the corners of her eyes were Still a little watery. They stood apart from the car that was now driving away from them both.
'How are you feeling?" Amy asked as she got near Brooke. She then started to lead her towards the middle building, passing by other groups of students as they walked.
"Terrible and embarrassed" Brooke whimpered out as almost another fresh wave of tears nearly appeared in her eyes as the thought of what had happened mere moments ago came back into her mind. She suddenly stopped near the stairs.
"Oh, no" muttered Brooke as the very first feeling she had felt when she was first feeling the need to use the bathroom just now began to return. It had only gone away somewhat earlier because of her little ‘mini-accident’ in the car. Amy noticed as Brooke stopped and caught up to her.
"Don't worry, we’ll be at the bathroom soon." Amy said as she and Brooke slowly walked up the steps and entered the school.
Chapter 2
The first thing that both Amy and Brooke did once they entered the school building was make their way towards the nearest bathroom. Each building had two floors except the building housing the final three grades, which had three. Each floor housed their given grade which meant that the building they were in had their grade up on the second floor. The nearest stairwell was located near the main entrance normally, the teachers and staff didn't like the students going into any of the other buildings unless they had business and were using a hall pass but normally that was rare.
As they passed other students Brooke seemed to keep stopping every few moments doing her best to make herself not have another accident let alone one in the main hallway with all these students around. A couple of times she crossed and re-crossed her legs, muttering to herself so that Amy couldn't hear her but she did.
“It's only another minute" Amy said as they started up the steps taking them one at a time, only stopping when Brooke had to. After a few minutes they reached their floor and started down the main hallway.
Already other students were busy hanging around lockers chatting with friends or they were busy getting to their classes since the school didn't truly start until 8:30 and it was already 8:25, which meant there was only five minutes left and the seventh grade bathrooms were located in the middle of the floor
“We’ve got to hurry or we’ll be late for class" Amy spoke.
"If I run it'll come out" Brooke sobbed out in reply as they started to walk a little bit faster. As they did so every couple of steps fresh pee slipped out of her peehole slipping into her panties further wetting them. It began to run down her legs until the pee began to wet Brooke's socks.
"What would you rather worry about wetting yourself or being late to Smokie’s class" Amy replied somewhat louder than she anticipated. Brooke moaned and a couple of students near them heard this and snickered to themselves. It wasn't uncommon for either of the genders to have accidents; it usually happened every couple of days, mainly in the female population because they were unable to make it to the restroom in time.
Brooke thought quickly "Both." she said. Amy nodded in agreement and they hurried faster towards the restroom. A minute later they arrived at the girl's restroom.
However they were surprised once they arrived for upon the door was a sign that said. ‘Closed for cleaning’ in large red letters
"No!" Brooke screamed in fear and Amy swore aloud.
"Maybe we can use the nurse’s office, they have one in there." Amy replied. Brooke said nothing and just nodded her head and Amy lead the way. The good thing was that the nurse's office was located a few doors down from the restroom they reached the office as bell sounded.
‘Rrrrriiiiinnnnnggggg’
"Damn it, we’re going to be late." Amy said as they knocked on the office door. A few moments passed before voice from the other side replied
"Come in"
Both girls entered the small office. Inside there were various tables and cabinets which had medicines and other things upon them. A small single bed took up the left corner of the office. Brooke was starting to cry anew again.
The nurse was a nearly heavy set woman who was around 40 years old. She had small brown eyes and short brown hair, she was wearing a white lab coat over blue jeans and a red shirt.
"Please Ms Sally may we use your bathroom? My friend here really needs to use it." Amy said, in hope that Sally would hopefully say yes. Brooke in the meantime was shaking, she was using both hands under the jacket to rub at her crotch in hope of stopping the upcoming flow. Sally shook her head sadly "I'm sorry, Amy, but the answer is no. If you had arrived a minute earlier then you could have." Sally said sadly.
"Please, let her use it, please. If she doesn't then Brooke will have a major accident." Amy begged.
"Please, I really need to go, please." Brooke cried out as a large gush of pee escaped her peehole, it then flowed freely down her legs until splashing on the floor underneath where she stood.
"I'm sorry girls but the answer is still no. There’s nothing I can do. On any normal day I'd let you but since it is finals week I can't." Sally said. Amy felt like yelling at her let alone just running into the bathroom with Brooke in tow but she decided against it since that would only get the both of them into trouble. The two turned away and left the office and headed out the door. They were both now standing. In the middle of the empty hallway though there were still a small number of students who were doing their best to quickly head to class.
"We have little choice on what to do now." Amy said as they stood there. Brooke, who was crying again at this point, said nothing for a moment.
"I don't think I can survive waiting two hours before going, let alone asking Smoky to let me go." Brooke sobbed.
There was always to possibility that they could use the sixth grade restrooms on the floor below them but that was also out of the question, rules stated that each grade was only allowed to use their own restroom on their own floors.
"We'd better get to class." Amy sighed. They walked slowly down the hall until they reached their classroom. Brooke was doing her best now to stop crying and walk like a normal person but was having a difficult time in doing so. They entered the room where the teacher was already handing out the tests.
Their teacher was named Ms Million or Nancy for short, which was her first name. She was in her 50's and had grey hair and eyebrows, her eyes was green she was dressed in an old lady’s business suit. Supposedly unknown to her (though she knew) everyone called her Smoky because she always smelled like smoke, even though she didn't smoke. To add on to that, she was the one teacher in the school the most of the students hated. Those whom have had her class now or in the past were always saying how hard it was. Nancy always gave out tons of homework along with lots of assignments.
In class, her tests were always a major pain. Her attitude was also in question most of the time, Nancy was on the border between acting nice and mean. Maybe once in a blue moon she would assign homework while on the other hand you'd get three assignments needed to be done that night before being turned in the next day. Nancy, who had finished handing out the tests to a couple of Students to pass out amongst the class, noticed the two girls entering into the room.
"You’re both late." Nancy said
"We’re sorry, Ms Million, but we had an emergency." Brooke said
Amy was surprised that it was Brooke who had spoken up at this time even though she felt terrible on the inside.
Nancy shook her head.
"We will talk about this after class. Here are your tests." Nancy said.
She handed both Brooke and Amy their tests who then took their seats at their desks. Brooke sat in the middle of the room while a few seats away from her is where Amy sat. The test itself was 3 pages long one page was filled with nothing but word problems, which most students hated, another page detailing fractions, x+y and other things, the final page had multiple choice answer ranging from A to C, which needed to be marked in their tiny little bubbles on the page.
Brooke, who had taken her seat before this and had taken off Amy's coat, placed it on her chair behind her but there was some good news and bad news about that. Her skirt she was wearing, which had gotten wet earlier, had dried a bit at this point so if one was to look at it they could see that something bad had happened to it, though her panties on the other hand were still wet and damp, her bottom was cold and clammy.
As Brooke started her test, only managing to answer a few questions on the first page, when she raised her hand Nancy saw her hand in the air.
"What is it, Brooke?" Nancy asked. Brooke looked up from her test
"May I please use the restroom?" Brooke asked. Nancy only shook her head before saying.
"You should've taken care of yourself between classes. You're expected to be a grown-up in this school."
So now Brooke was stuck, sitting in in her chair, doing her best to fill in the questions on her test but her need to pee was inexorably growing every moment. She'd tried to catch Ms Million's eye, to ask again, but her expression was formidable and unsympathetic. She squirmed in her seat again, trying to control her bladder, only to freeze again at another glare from the teacher.
Thirty minutes to go now, and Brooke simply couldn't sit still any longer. She was constantly shifting her slender hips on the hard wood of the chair, her thighs crossing one over the other, her hand pressing into her crotch to hold her aching bladder. Ms Million, seeing this, demanded,
"Stop that this instant, young lady! Can’t you sit still?"
"Y-yes, Ms. Million," squeaked Brooke, as she tried to straighten up in her seat... and then her face went pale with shock. She slammed her knees tight together, but it was no use - she could feel the hot wetness soaking into the crotch of her panties and spreading down her bottom. A small puddle began to form underneath the chair and where else Brooke was seated. Several of the students near her noticed this and quickly got up from their seats.
"Hey, look, she's wetting herself like a baby!"
"How disgusting! I can believe she'd do that."
"She must be totally embarrassed."
"Ha-Ha!"
Those were what were said by and couple of the students near her though the "Ha-Ha" was said by a boy wearing glasses, whom had brown hair and brown eyes, whose name was Daniel. This got a good laugh out of several of the other students in the class. Brooke started sobbing at this point, burying her face into her hands as she quickly got up and ran out of the classroom. Nancy had already sent one of the other students to get the janitor and let them know what happened. During this brief moment, Amy slipped out of the room and found Brooke standing alone in the middle of the hallway.
She was about to say something to her when from behind her she heard the door close shut. And Nancy's voice could be heard.
"Amy, take her over to the nurse’s office and get her cleaned up. Then take her to the main office and have them get into contact with her parents to let them know what has happened." Nancy went on.
Amy only nodded and took Brooke back to the nurse’s office, this time Sally wasn't in the office. When they entered Amy told Brooke to remain here while she went to the office to the lost-and-found box to look for some spare clothes that Brooke could change into. She left Brooke alone and made her way to the office.
"Excuse me, but Ms Million needs you to get into contact with Brooke's Mom." Amy said
"Why is that?" the women sitting at the front desk asked.
"She said to let you know that Brooke has had an accident and would like her mom to come get her." was all Amy said.
"I'll need to know what kind of accident it was" the women said.
Amy felt red in the face before answering the question directed at her.
"She had a wetting accident." Amy said back.
The lady was quiet then nodded in understanding and got on the phone and started to dial Keira's phone number. Amy had left the office and headed to the lost-and-found and started searching through some of the lost clothes for something that Brooke maybe could wear as she waited for her mom to arrive. She found a pair of black shorts but couldn't find anything else for her. Quickly she left and headed back to Brooke.
During this time Keira's phone rang.
"Hello"
"Oh, good, Ms Miller, this is Tori over at Anderson we need you to come down here."
"How come? Did something happen?" Keira asked.
"Yes, it appears that Brooke has had an accident" Tori replied.
"What kind of accident?" Keira asked as panic started to creep into her voice as she wondered if something terrible had happened to Brooke.
"She's had a small accident in class. It appears that she didn't make it to the bathroom in time and wet herself during class." Tori spoke back.
Keira blew a sigh of relief "I'll be right down in a few minutes." Keira said.
Amy had got back to Brooke and handed her the clothes.
"This is all I can find, I hope it helps." Amy spoke just as Sally arrived back into the room
"Did something happen? Why is Brooke here?" Sally asked looking at both girls
"I had a small accident in Ms Million's class." Brooke said quietly. Sally listened to what was said
"You can get cleaned up in the bathroom. Amy, please go back to tell Ms Million what's taken place here." Sally said.
Amy nodded and with one last look at Brooke, which was filled with sadness after having seen what she had went through earlier, left the room right as Brooke entered the restroom. There she took off her wet skirt and panties and used a small towel which Sally had given to her to clean herself up after she was done. Brooke placed her wet clothes into a separate bag which was tided shut.
During this whole time, Keira had finally arrived at the school. She headed to the office where they told her where Brooke was. Keira said her thanks and headed to the nurse’s office where Brooke, whom was now sitting on the bed with her book bag followed by the bag containing her clothes.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Keira asked
They had just left the office at this point and were heading towards the car for the ride home.
"No, Mom" was all Brooke said.
"Things like this happen from time-to-time, it's even happened to me before."
"But Mom, I tried to go to the restroom to avoid this problem but couldn't." came Brooke's reply
"You will just need to plan ahead of time, along with making sure that you have enough time either before going to school or even at school before class begins to use the restroom." Keira said.
Brooke was quiet she had started crying again once they had got into the car and started on the drive home. Keira placed a hand on Brooke's shoulder.
"Everything will be okay, sweetie, everything will be okay." Keira said.
Yet after those words were spoken neither Brooke nor Keira would truly know just how much Brooke's life would slowly begin to change for the worst.
Chapter 3
(Early July to Mid-August)
Ever since that fateful day back in June during finals week Brooke's life slowly began to change for the worse. During the first couple of days after finals everything seemed fine yet, unknown to Brooke, Daniel, who had been in her class and seen her have her accident, started to tell others of what he had seen.
"Yes, it's true, Brooke wet herself right in the middle of class." Daniel told his friends with a laugh as they were eating lunch on Tuesday.
"I don't believe it." Mike had replied. He was a tall guy with dark hair a hazel eyes he was sitting on the right of Daniel.
"I've told you this numerous times" Daniel spoke, his tone getting annoyed since Mike just didn't seem to get it.
"What a baby. Couldn't even hold it!" Alex laughed. He had white hair and green eyes.
"Wish I could have seen it" Ian said with a sad tone. He had black hair and deep blue eyes.
"You would have enjoyed it. All of you would have." Daniel told the group.
"It's just hard to believe." Mike spoke again, shaking his head.
"Did she cry, did she cry?" Alex asked excitement filled his voice
Secretly Alex was an omorashi fan. He had multiple images of anime characters saved on his computer along with a couple of hentai videos as well. Not many knew that he had those.
"Yes, she cried." Daniel spoke as his gaze went around the group everyone was quiet.
"What do we do now?" Ian had said which broke the silence between the group.
"We let others know." was Daniel's reply.
So, the trio finished their lunch laughing about it and then forgetting it for the time being, before joking around about other things such as farts and fat people falling down.
Brooke had tried to forget about what had happened the first few days since the event. All she could do was remember what had happened: the embarrassment, the laughter of a couple of students that were near her, the hushed whispers of various students that spoke to one another during the class. Just that image of standing there and her desk as all the pee emptied out of her poor bladder and fell onto the floor.
There had been a couple of times during the first night and the second when Brooke awoke in the middle of the night crying out in panic and fear having had a nightmare where she kept reliving that same day over and over again. In time, she just started to get over it yet there were times when it would creep back into her mind and she would remember it. Sometimes tears would come to her eyes and she would cry sometimes.
When this happened, she was alone or Amy was with her
"It's okay, everything is fine, it's in the past now." Amy would say. A few times that would work and Brooke would stop crying and sometimes it wouldn't. There was one time when Amy just held Brooke in her arms and let her cry on her shoulder. Several students, who had been around the two at time, saw this and wondered what was going on.
During this time, more and more of the students at school were beginning to learn about what had happened to Brooke, most of them found it funny while a few of them felt sorry for her. The news of Brooke's accident just spread around the school until one day, during lunch, Brooke was alone in the school's library. She was currently reading the book called "Master of Dragons" by Chris Wright.
Brooke was dressed in a pink blouse with small white flowers upon it and a pair of black tights. Her hair was drawn up in a pony-tail. She was lost in her reading when two girls came up to her.
"Look, Tammy, it's her, the girl who wet herself in class." Sandy told her friend who had pink highlights in her hair.
"Does the baby need to wear a diaper from now on." Tammy spoke to Sandy with a laugh.
Brooke was still busy reading her book when she heard the two voices from the girls standing right before her table where she sat at. Brooke rose her gaze and looked at the two girls who were pointing and laughing at her.
"Does the baby need the restroom now?" Sandy said laughing.
"Maybe if she gets up she'll wet herself." Tammy laughed between saying the words.
A blush came upon Brooke's face.
"Leave me alone." Brooke spoke as she looked down at the table top, not wanting to meet their gaze now as they kept taunting her.
"Going to cry now, baby? Maybe instead of wetting herself below she will wet herself from her eyes."
Sandy burst out laughing even louder when Tammy had said this and almost fell over but managed to avoid it by grabbing the edge of the table for support.
"Come on, baby, cry for us!" Sandy demanded.
Tears started to form in the corners of Brooke's eyes. She got up from the table and ran out of the room crying.
"What a baby!" Tammy laughed between breathes.
"I know. Just like a damn baby." Sandy replied.
The two of them left the library. Brooke had run out into the hallway and headed down the hall. She soon left the building and ran to the left side of it where a small alleyway was. She entered into it, this place was usually sometimes a hang out sport of the 12th graders who smoked here, but today no one was around. Putting her hand against the wall for support, Brooke let out a wail of sobs as she cried again the images had what happened to her flooded into her mind along with the harsh words that were said to her by both Sandy and Tammy.
"I hate this! It will never go away." Brooke sobbed as she sat down against the wall, placing her head on her knees, she kept on crying
"Amy…" Brooke quietly said, for she wished she was here today, but wasn't because she wasn't feeling very well and had stayed at home sick from school that day.
Some time passed and Brooke managed to get a hold of herself. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, she got back up and headed back into the building to finish the little remained of lunch that remained. A few more times this day several other students came up to her at different times, sometimes in class or even during passing time between classes. They'd look at her and laugh or ask her if it was true.
"Is prissy going to get dirty from wetting herself again?" they had said.
The day came to an end with those and other things said to her. It seemed that Daniel and his small group, which had gone around the school telling everyone they came into contact with, was starting to make them quite popular which Daniel liked since he wasn't that popular to begin with.
So, the days went on. Every day at school Brooke would get teased about what had happened to her. They'd call her names or laugh, sometimes even try and block her way to the bathroom, hoping against hope that'd Brooke would have another accident but nothing became of that she'd usually make it through and make it in time to go toilet.
Amy was always there for Brooke for she began to worry about her. She even started to stand up to those students, who were teasing Brooke, often times some fights broke out between her and the other students. While this happened Brooke started to try and hide from the students, she'd usually hide in the library or the computer lab. A couple of times some students would see her and tease her again leading her to say nothing and just take everything in.
When not in school and at either at home or at Amy's house Brooke would cry.
"I hate this they never leave me alone." Brooke cried.
"You could always tell someone, like a teacher or something?" suggested Amy, who was sitting down on her bed holding a small Pikachu plushie in her hands. Brooke sat at Amy's desk chair and was facing her.
"But that'd not help that much, sure it'd stop them for now but they'd still tease me." Brooke spoke between waves of sobs. She wiped her eyes with a napkin.
Truth of the matter, the teasing was starting to get worse. It seemed like the whole school now knew of Brooke's past accident. The name calling, for one, was bad. They were calling her: "broken Brooke”, “Betsy wetsy” and “Brooki wooki”, which was the name many people were starting to use. They called her that name whenever they saw her.
"I hate that name, Brooki wooki, it sounds like a babies name." Amy said
She had heard that name quite often, usually it was said by Sandy and Tammy, though it was starting to get used more than the other names. Keira and Mike also began to notice changes in Brooke. They'd see her crying but when she was asked if she'd want to talk about what was going on Brooke would remain silent, too embarrassed to speak of the matter.
"I wish they'd leave me alone." Brooke had replied after a fresh wave of sobs had left her. She looked down at the floor.
"They will. I'll make sure of it." was Amy's reply.
After a while Brooke started to feel better and enjoyed her time with Amy, they ended up watching a few episodes of Fate/Zero before it got late and Brooke needed to go home. Before leaving, Amy kissed Brooke on the forehead and told her it'd all be okay. Brooke smiled and thanked her friend.
Unknown to Brooke, that was the last time she'd see her friend.
A couple of days later, around mid-August, Brooke took notice that Amy had not been around for a couple of days. At first, Brooke thought that maybe Amy was sick or had gone on vacation with her family for a few days during a mini-summer break from school. However, as the days passed into a week, then two, followed by three, Brooke began to wonder. She had a couple of times gone over to Amy's house to see if her friend was there.
But no one was ever home.
It wasn't until the 15th of August that, on a late Saturday afternoon, Keira got a phone call from Mary, Amy's mom
"Keira, I have some terrible news." Mary said. She sounded like she was crying.
"What is it?" Keira asked, wondering just what it could be.
"It's about Amy." Mary spoke between sobs that seemed to be getting worse.
"What about Amy?" Keira asked, starting to worry.
Brooke had walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk to drink. She saw her mom on the phone talking to someone and went about her business as normal.
"Amy was in a terrible car accident with her father a few days ago. I'm afraid she didn't make it. Her father is here in the hospital in emergency care but Amy was killed instantly." Mary said crying even louder.
The sound of glass breaking could be heard and Keira turned around and saw Brooke standing there, a shocked look upon her face.
Chapter 4
Brooke just remained standing there, not saying a thing or even moving. It was some time before she moved, fresh tears filled her eyes.
"Amy's dead?" Brooke whispered to herself.
She broke into fresh sobs. Keira dropped the phone on the floor and wrapped her arms around Brooke as Brooke cried. The milk had been sent onto the counter at this point.
"Amy, Amy!" Brooke cried as she let out a long wail.
It seemed that right then and there something within Brooke had changed for the worst. As remained her Mom's arms her bladder seemed to suddenly release sending fresh jets of warm urine into her panties, completely flooding them, wetting the crotch area and the area between her legs as the pee splashed onto the floor, Brooke didn't even feel this happen she just remained crying, hard.
Some time passed and Brooke had finally stopped crying. Her Mom, in the meantime, noticed that Brooke had a small accident. She whispered something into Brooke's ear.
"I believe you should get changed, dear, we shall talk later." Keira had spoken.
Brooke seemed to finally notice something was wrong. The bottom part of her body felt cold and clammy. A blush crept onto her face, she sniffed a little and left the room to go get changed. She headed into her own room.
Instead of getting changed right away, Brooke fell onto her bed once again and started crying. again,
"Amy, don't leave me alone!" Brooke cried.
She pulled her pillow in close to her body and hugged it tightly, wishing that it was Amy instead. She just lay there for several hours, crying. Keira tried to come into her room and talk to her but Brooke said she just wanted to be alone. Keira left her alone and Brooke got up off the bed and changed into new pair of clothes.
After that single day nothing seemed to be the same for Brooke, she seemed to give up and withdraw from the world. At first she stayed home from school because her Mom let her, knowing just how much pain she was in. After a couple of days that's when the accidents happened. They first started at school again.
The first one was during her history class, Brooke had to give a report to the class. The second was during an important English assignment where Brooke had to write a five page essay on "Of Mice and Men". Right as she was turning in her paper, Brooke wet herself, filling her green panties with fresh urine, causing her to break down crying in the middle of the class as the students around her laughed and pointed at her.
The third time was when Brooke was alone in the library, in which she was spending a major part of her days since that was really the one place where she could avoid the stares and the whole teasing of the students. She was silently reading a book when she remembered that Amy was the one who told her about it, just feeling sad caused her to have an accident.
That had all taken place in about a month’s time after her learning of Amy's death. During the last couple of months of school, Brooke started to fail her classes as her mood was getting worse, she was crying like crazy most of the time with the students still teasing her, Brooke would usually end up having an accident in some way,
With her now failing most of her classes due to her sadness, Keira and Mike pulled Brooke out of school for the remainder of the year they hired a private tutor for Brooke in an attempt to at least make up the work she was missing and pass the year. It was during this time that Mike, Brooke's Father, was offered a new job offer in Rose Creek, a small town in Great Britain, He was offered to work on the construction on several new offices buildings and apartment buildings that were planned on being built. Mike took on the job offer the moment he first heard about it.
So, in November, the Miller family started to make arrangements for their move to England. Brooke's mood wasn't improving at this point, she was still the same. Keira, at one point, told Brooke that moving to Rose Creek would be a new exciting fresh start for her and the family, a place where she hoped Brooke would be able to make some new friends. Brooke didn't really believe what her mom was saying to her.
She still thought, by moving away to a new place, somehow her past would catch up with her, leading to a whole new level of pain and suffering. So, in December of that year, Brooke's family moved from Los Angeles, California to Rose Creek, Great Britain. Brooke, before the move, had just barely managed to pass Year 7. So, on a cold snowy windy day, the day before Christmas, the Miller family arrived in Rose Creek, which was where their new life was about to begin. |
So, we’ve just left the feels station on our little feels train. More sad moments are to come. I apologise to those who may be a little distressed from the recent turn of events in my story, it’s just that I believe no story is complete without some form of tragedy within it. Get ready as more of the sad section is to come. I apologise for the lateness of this chapter, I’ve had some course related stuff to do over this past weekend and it has left me a little strapped for time.
Chapter 10
Cleo now felt disgusted for what she did. She knew that what she was doing had brought some form of enjoyment to her and caused something inside of her to react in that way but she still wasn’t sure just exactly what it was she was doing. All she knew is that she had some form of enjoyment over a story with a tragic end, she felt like hitting herself for being so uncaring and cruel.
Brooke stayed crying in Milly’s arms for a while. Once she had calmed down, she tried to express her gratitude to Milly but she still wasn’t sure if she could trust Milly yet. Brooke wasn’t about to take any chances.
Milly started to speak, she was about to voice her own suffering which she had experienced in her past, she believed that this was a fair exchange for Brooke’s confession.
“Well, I haven’t really had an enjoyable life myself. I’ve also lost someone important to me, someone who’s irreplaceable, someone who was the cornerstone for my family. I lost my Mother around eight years ago.
“My Mother was not from England, she was from somewhere quite cold and snowy. My Father met her when he went to a convention of some sort; he’s never told me just what the convention was about yet. I know that love at first sight is a little overrated but that’s apparently what had happened.
“She was a stall owner for one of the stalls inside the convention hall. She was offering readings of…”
Milly stopped herself, she wasn’t about to reveal that just yet. Something like that may set Brooke off her right away and she didn’t want to take that chance.
“…sorts.” She decided to say. “He was always interested in that kind of stuff so he went for it right away. Her face was covered but my Father still thought that something about her just attracted him to her. He requested to meet her once the convention closed for the day. She agreed to it.
“Later that evening, my parents met up. Once he saw my Mother’s face uncovered he was sure that she was the one for him. Her crystal blue eyes and pure white hair was my Father’s dream. Every day that the convention was on he went to see her just to spend time with her. He wanted to get to know her better, to understand her more. He didn’t care what she did for a hobby, he just wanted her. Thankfully, due to my Father’s perseverance, the two got together and eventually married. My Mother then moved to England to live with my Father.”
Cleo was listening intently to what the other girl was saying. This girl seemed to have some sort of air of mystery around her which intrigued Cleo. She wanted to know just what happened after the two married.
Brooke was quietly sobbing away while listening to Milly’s story. “Please, tell me more.” She asked.
“Around three years after that, I was born. I had inherited mostly my Mother’s looks but my hair colour was slightly off due to my Father’s blonde hair being a little more dominate than submissive, that’s why I have really light blonde hair. My eye colour remained close to my Mother’s, even though my Father also had blue eyes, but his were slightly darker. Another year went by and my sister was born. She’s inherited my Mother’s looks with little semblance to my Father, she’s always been a favourite even though we’re both treated equally.
“Everything seemed to be going really well, we were a happy family, just me, my Mother and Father and my little sister. My Mother even showed me a little of what she did when I was a toddler, I’ve always liked it. She even said that, one day when I was old enough, she’d teach me how to do it. I’ve always had some skill at doing what she did even without my Mother’s teaching, I’ve learned it mostly from my Father, who was also taught it but never took on to it, and other sources. But, it turns out that those things wouldn’t last.”
Milly was starting to feel tears welling up in her eyes right now but she blinked them away.
“What happened?” Brooke asked, not really wanting to hear about another death.
Cleo did also not really want to hear about another tragedy like the first girl's. She was about to walk out when she remembered that they didn’t know she was there. If she showed herself, they might think that she was listening into their conversation, which is what she was doing anyway. She stayed behind to hear the rest of the story.
“Three years after my sister was born, it happened. My Mother and I were walking to the local supermarket to buy some food for later. We reached the zebra crossing and my Mother pressed the button on it. My sister was at home with my Father, she wasn’t allowed out of the house until she was at least four years old reason being that she was… a little different from normal. Nothing too big, it’s just that… well… she had a little problem with controlling her bodily functions. She commonly had accidents when she was being potty trained. She caught on to it but her body did not.
“The crossing changed to allow us to walk across but…”
Milly stopped as she fought back more tears.
“…a black car didn’t really care much for the lights being on red. My Mother walked across first, I followed a little way behind. The black car shot through the red lights, it must have been going at least 60mph, even though the town centre is strictly a 30mph place. The car hit my Mother right before my eyes. I can still hear the screeching tires and the shattering glass as it crashed into my Mother.”
The thought of another car related accident killing someone close caused Brooke’s bladder to fill up again as memories of her friend back in America returned to her. Her bladder emptied itself again, adding to the slowly shrinking pool already around her crotch on the bed, filling it up again. Brooke’s crying returned to what it was only moments before when she was recounting her own story.
Cleo was also crying away softly. The thought of a person’s Mother getting hit by a car right before their eyes must have been a really traumatic experience for this poor girl.
Tears were now streaking down Milly’s face yet she still continued with her story.
“After hitting her, the car decided to add insult to injury and drive on like nothing had ever happened. I was frozen to the spot in both fear and shock. I couldn’t move, no matter how much I wanted to. I could only just stare at my Mother’s bleeding body on the floor. Several people in the surrounding area rushed to her side and called an ambulance. The ambulance arrived moments later. I was still frozen, staring, mouth open, as the ambulance crew carried my Mother into the back of the ambulance. One of the crew must have picked me up and carried me in as I somehow ended up in the back of the ambulance.
“The drive to the hospital was hurried. My Mother was still alive at this point, but only barely. She was lying on the stretcher, the crew was doing everything they could to stop the bleeding. Something inside me snapped when I finally came out of my shocked state. According to my Father, the crew said that I was screaming uncontrollably and fighting to get out of the ambulance. I must have been so scared that I was in a state of hypertension. The ambulance crew thought that that was just post traumatic shock and that it would fade after a short while. It didn’t.
“Once we arrived at the hospital, my Mother was rushed into intensive care. She stayed in there for hours and hours, I wasn’t sure how long it was. Once the doctor came out, he told me and my Father that she was conscious but she didn’t have long left to live. My Father and I walked into the room. My sister was still at home as she was sleeping at this moment in time, now that I think about it that was for the best. My Mother talked a little, saying that it was meant to be, she always believed that everything happened for a reason, no matter how bad it was. I was crying and so was my Father. My Mother asked me to reach into her coat pocket and take out what I found in there as that was her parting gift to me. I did as she asked. I’ve still got in my room what she left for me; it remains untouched to this day. The letter on the top read something, but I wasn’t old enough to understand it at that moment in time. I know what it says now.
“And just like that, shortly after bringing both me and my sister into this world, my Mother left it…”
All three girls were now crying. The nurse was listening to each of the girl’s stories. She knew just what Milly was leaving out of her own; she thought it for the best as well as she looked once more over Milly’s personal records.
End of Chapter 10
There you have it. I don't really have much to say regarding it. Stay tuned for Chapter 11. Koneko out!
Edited January 29, 2014 by KonekoChan
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Here goes, my sad side-story. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, just skip by it if you like. Please, don't go hating on me for all of the 'negative' stuff I've been including as of late. I'm trying a new narrative perspective, I hope it works out.
The Shining light fades...
I sit on a bench overlooking a gravestone. The newest addition to the cemetery I sit in. The weather echoes the sadness in the atmosphere. rain falls down almost as if the sky itself is crying over the latest flame to be snuffed out. All happiness has been drained from this world, the monochromatic weather and the equally dark colours of the cemetery stand testament to this. The darkness disturbed by a small collection of colour on this pathway.
To my left, four girls are standing, three being alive and one being the deceased. The three mourners cry softly at the thought of saying their final farewells to their departed friend. All the other patrons attending this parting wished the departed a safe travel into paradise after the main ceremony finished. I know as I was present at the time, so does the deceased girl know as well. She notices my presence and comes over to sit on the bench next to me,. Her pale, translucent complexion distorting the scene behind her.
The earlier goodbyes happened before the small coffin was committed into the ground. I have been watching all this time. No one has even noticed my presence, save for the girl on the bench next to me. It is almost as like I, myself, am also no longer of this life That is incorrect, however. I am not alive, nor am I dead. I am a silent observer, setting the wheels of fate and fortune into motion whenever needed. The three left decided it was best to leave their own farewells to now.
The girls tugs at my sleeve and indicates for me to look to my left. I follow her request.
The first mourner walks over to the gravestone. She sets a small reef of red tulips at the base of the headstone. Her voice, when she spoke, was distorted by tears, the deceased's name being the most distorted, almost as if she wished it wasn't true.
"If you could see me now, I don't think you'd even recognise me. I've never acted like this before, not once. You've left me, and your friends. I can't hide myself from the truth, not any more, you wouldn't want me to. Why did it have to be you? You were always so happy and cheerful, despite the situation. No matter what had happened, you'd always find the positive side of it and make it all better. Like now, if you were still here, you'd probably be doing the same, even at your own funeral. We knew how much you hated dark and depressing things, that's why we all decided not to wear black. You'd want some colour to still be in life, some positiveness in this sea of sorrow, despite our protests and the traditions. Please, my you rest in the peace you deserve. You've done enough to be allowed it, that's for sure. I'll make sure I come and visit you often. I'll even come every day if I'm allowed." The first mourner sobbed as she said her goodbyes. She then went back over to the group of colour. One of the other girls comforted her as she cried away.
After she was sure that the first was calm, the second mourner followed in the footsteps of the last. She placed a small tiara of sunflowers on the top of the headstone. When she said her goodbyes, her voice was much calmer and more clear than the last mourner's, even though she still hesitated a little at saying the name engraved onto the plaque.
"It's just not the same without you. It's almost as if a hole has been ripped out of our lives. Nothing is the same any more. There is always one empty chair at the dinner table and one plate if untouched food. There is also one untouched third of our room, left just as you had done before. One bed which is still left in the same way it was that morning. Nothing's changed in your section of the room. The books still line the shelves, some open, some closed, as you had left them. Your wardrobe remains untouched in the same organised chaos you liked it in. Your collections stay a they had always been. The only time we disturb any part what was yours is when we dust them off. We miss your smiling face, your care-free attitude and your childlike tendencies, though you would probably hate me for saying that. We miss how you always used to have to rush out of the house on school days with your breakfast toast hanging out of your mouth as we ran to the bus stop just before the bus arrived. In short, we miss you. We miss everything about you. Please, have a nice rest. May all your worries be non-existent. Goodbye." The second mourner said as tears started to streak down her face, she made no intention of wiping them away. She rejoined the other two.
The third mourner now decided it was her turn to wish the poor girl goodbye. My companion and I watched as she made her way to the headstone. It was clear that she was already crying, despite how she treated the deceased in life. It goes to show that the boundaries between friend and foe are nearly non-existent in this state of affairs. Her farewell will be as sincere as the emotions she is currently expressing. My companion gets up from her seat and walks over to the girl, giving her a small hug. Maybe she knows just how this mourner truly felt about her, despite her actions when the departed was alive. The final mourner placed a huge bouquet of many coloured flowers at the foot of the grave, bringing more light to it before saying her goodbyes. Again, the girl's name was blocked out by tears.
"I just wanted to say that I am truly sorry for how I treated you. You may not believe me, but I can assure you that I am speaking the truth. When you left us, you made me realise just how badly I had mistreated you, how much pain you must have felt from each of my jealousy outbursts. Maybe if, back in primary school, I wasn't so egotistical and self-centred we could have been really good friends. I respected you, I liked how, despite all the suffering I put you through, you always managed to treat me kindly and smile at me every morning before class started. You treated me like a friend, yet I treated you like the bane of my life. Please, accept my apology. Don't ever let that smile of yours fade. I can't believe how much pain I must have put you through. You never showed it, you always hid it behind that smile of yours. Keep on smiling. Rest in peace, my one true friend..." The final mourner broke down into tears now. The girl by her side just hugged her tighter. To the crying mourner, it probably felt like the cold of the rain was starting to seep through her clothes into her skin. It is such suffering to be an intangible presence in situations where a little kindness and compassion towards old rivals may be needed. The girl kissed her friend on the cheek, a final sign of forgiveness. The girl then stayed by her grave as the mourner joined the previous two and headed away from this pathway. I could hear their crying still.
My attention returned to my companion. She looked over her grave, the smile on her face which everyone kept referencing. After a short while, she turned to me and beckoned me over silently. I got up from my vantage point and followed her request. Once I reached her, she pointed towards the gravestone. My view followed her finger.
The gravestone was similar to the rest in the cemetery, except it was made from pure white marble. A menagerie of coloured flowers littered the grave, lighting up this section of the uniform line of cold stone, bring a kind of spectral warmth to it. Beside the grave, a small gold picture frame stood. Inside the frame was a picture of my companion from a time when she was still among the living. The girl had shoulder length ash blonde hair and emerald green eyes. Her smile radiated warmth from the picture, causing me to mimic it. Her finger pointed again to the plaque on the face of the headstone. I read it.
"Cleo Louise Juniper. August 6th..." The girl placed a hand over the rest of the nameplate, distorting the text beneath it so it was unreadable. I turned my head to her. She looked me in the eyes and shook her head, indicating that she didn't want me to read it. I continued with the rest of the plaque, missing out the rest of the dates listed.
"A spark of happiness even in the darkest times. Despite her own suffering, she still stayed shining bright. A terrible and unfair loss to her friends and family and society as a whole. May she forever shine bright in the paradise promised to her." The plaque read.
A feeling I had not felt in years came over me. My eyes started to mist up and tears started to slowly slip down my face. I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my companion looking at me. She removed her hand from my shoulder and shook her head. She gestured what she wanted to tell me. She started to rub at her eyes, almost like she was wiping away tears. She stopped after a while and shook her head again. Next, she traced a smile on her face, marking out the same pattern as her most common expression. Afterwards, she nodded her head. I interpreted this as: 'Don't cry, be happy.' I wiped away the tears on my face and placed my own offering onto the gravestone. I placed a single white rose and a white feather at the base of the gravestone near the picture of the deceased. Neither of these two objects moved in the wind, unlike the other offerings to this girl. I stood up, bowed my farewell and watched the girl. She waved me goodbye and walked towards her own grave, disappearing as her spectral body made contact with it. I turned and walked back down the path, disappearing into the mist. My offerings should accelerate her freedom pact. I'll return in three days time to take her to the paradise she belongs in.
End
Well, there you have it. This is a huge "What if...?" It doesn't mean that it's the end of my story. I know I always pick on the same person for each of my bad stories. Please, do not hate me for that, it was hard for me, too. If you did read this in full, thank you. If you did not read this in full, I will not hold it against you, you are free to do what you wish.
@Lucifer Angel: Don't put yourself down so much, you're not that bad a writer. You're actually quite good. ^.^ If you keep up that attitude, you'll always make yourself feel bad. Any artist's worst enemy is themselves, that's a fact. Overcome this and you'll soon notice just how good a writer you are. :)
Edited January 30, 2014 by KonekoChan
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HUGE apology to all my readers about the extreme lateness of this chapter. I’ve had a huge deal of work to do for my course so I didn’t have any free time to write. I’ll try to get back into my regular posting routine now. There’s no more death planned for the near future in the story. I’ve got other sad moment planned, though. This chapter should bring an end to this really long school day and we should see a rise in personal things for the characters. So, without further ado, here’s Chapter 11.
Chapter 11
The girls stayed crying for a good five minutes. The infirmary was cloaked in a deathly silence after that. Milly turned to Brooke and saw the puddle beneath her.
“I think you should get changed. I’ll wait outside.” Milly said as she left the bed area and stood on the outside of the pulled curtains.
Brooke went over to the missing clothes box and picked out a pair of lime green ribbon panties and a red pleated skirt. She got some more wet wipes out of the drawer and cleaned herself up before putting on the change of clothes. Brooke then drew the curtains of the bed and went outside to where Milly was standing.
“I’m finished." Brooke quietly said to Milly.
“Let’s get back to class. I’ve got German next, what about you?” Milly replied.
“Japanese Class.” Brooke answered.
“Let’s get going or we’ll be late.” Milly told Brooke as she headed towards the door of the Infirmary. Brooke didn’t move. While walking, Milly looked in the direction of the bed which Cleo was on. Milly looked this was as she thought she felt someone watching her from there. She quickly dismissed the thought and went to the door, only to be stopped by Miss Lavender before she left.
“Don’t tell her any more than you have.” Miss Lavender quietly said to Milly. “I don’t think she’ll take kindly to it.”
“I don’t intend to.” Milly quietly answered. “I know when to say things and that topic wasn’t a part of the conversation so I dodged around it. I already know what might happen if I told her. You should know that, it’s happened before.”
“A word of caution.” Miss Lavender continued. “Don't ever tell her.”
“I know what I’m going to do. You stay out of this!” Milly retaliated quietly.
Miss Lavender shrugged. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She answered as she went back to her computer.
Milly turned away in anger and looked towards the curtained bed again.
“Let’s go.” She called back to Brooke while she continued looking at the bed. “You can go first. I’ve still got some things to do here.”
Brooked nodded and did as she was told. She left the infirmary and waited outside.
Milly now took this chance to investigate the suspicious bed. She slowly walked over to it. As she got closer, she could almost feel a presence on the other side.
Cleo was scared now. It seemed that the girl called Milly had noticed her presence. She covered her mouth and tried to breathe quietly but her quickly beating heart made it more difficult.
Milly had now reached the bed and she was sure she could feel someone on the other side of it. She was sure the light behind it was being blocked by a figure of some sort but she couldn’t quite place it.
“I know you’re there.” Milly said to the curtain. “I’ve known you’ve been there since we came in here.” She was bluffing but she was sure that’d flush out anyone who could have been behind the curtain.
Cleo gasped as she heard the girl talk to her.
She knew she was there?! How?!
Cleo backed away from the curtain and lay on the bed trying to calm herself down. All calmness was lost when the curtains were drawn back. Cleo let out a startled cry as she saw a white-blonde haired girl holding the curtain in her hand. This must have been the one called Milly.
“I knew it!” Milly angrily stated. “You’ve been listening in on us, haven’t you?!”
“I-I’m sorry.” Cleo squeaked out. “I-I just…”
“No lies!” Milly shouted at Cleo. “If I hear that you’ve told anyone about what you’ve heard in this room then, mark my words, I’ll make you regret it!”
“I’m sorry. I really am!” Cleo answered as tears of fear were starting to well up in her eyes. “I came in her for a rest and I woke up just as you entered.”
Milly glared straight into Cleo’s eyes. Cleo’s eyes flicked to the top left hand side while she was telling Milly what she was doing in here. Milly knew this meant she was telling the truth.
“I don’t make idle threats.” Milly finished as she walked out of the Infirmary.
Cleo breathed a sigh of relief. She never thought she’d be intimidated by a underclassman. Whoever this Milly was she was surely a scary character. She wondered just what she was hiding from the girl called Brooke. The Nurse seemed to know but Nurses are bound to confidentiality so she won’t get it out of her. Cleo stayed on the bed shaking from fear for a short while until she pulled herself together and headed to her last lesson of the day, Art Class.
Milly re-joined Brooke outside the infirmary. All her previous anger was lost behind mask of comforting happiness.
“Let’s go.” She smiled to Brooke.
And they went to their last class.
Cleo waited at least five minutes to ensure that the scary girl was far away. She then left the infirmary and headed to her final lesson.
In Art, Cleo didn’t even look at Carrie, who still had the malicious smile on her face. Cleo made sure that her seat had its back to Carrie. Art went by with a tension filling the air. Mrs Sonne, the art teacher’s words and expressive mannerisms seemed to be dulled by the atmosphere as well. It was like the whole class had had a huge falling out and no one wanted to talk or break the silence. Cleo was happy, if a little scared, when the final bell rang. The class cleaned up the art materials and the classroom and left to go home.
“Home sweet home…” Cleo thought to herself. “It won’t be so sweet today.”
Brooke and Milly’s lessons went on quite normally and, before they knew it, the day had ended. Brooke packed up her things and waited outside the class next to her Japanese class, Milly’s German class. Milly left the class and went with Brooke to the school’s entrance. Milly was about to bid Brooke goodbye when Brooke spoke up.
“Um, I get the bus home.” Brooke started. “Can you please walk with me to the bus stop, if it won’t be that much trouble?”
Milly smiled a weak smile.
“Truth is, I also get the bus as well. Why don’t we go together?” Milly replied.
“Really?!” Brooke seemed to smile now. It was a sweet smile, the kind that lit up everyone else’s faces when they saw it. “That’s great! Please sit with me on the bus. I’d feel better if you do.”
Milly wasn’t sure if she wanted to take up this offer. She didn’t want Brooke to know any more about her and a bus journey would be the perfectly stereotypical place to talk about things like that. Plus…
“Um, sure,” Milly answered trying to sound enthusiastic but failing a little. “Let’s go now then. The bus will be coming soon.”
Milly and Brooke headed off towards the bus stop just outside school.
Cleo walked with Casey back to the bus stop. Carrie walked ahead. Cleo didn’t want Carrie to walk with them. She knew that Carrie, in her current state of mind, would just want to incite another argument. The walk to the bus stop was silent and awkward. Upon arrival, Cleo saw a familiar face at the bus stop.
Milly.
Cleo slowed down her pace. She didn’t want to meet with her again, not yet. It was unavoidable, nonetheless. Cleo tentatively walked to the bus stop and hoped that the bus would arrive soon.
The bus arrived.
Cleo got on first, Casey in tow, Carrie following after. This bus ride was going to be bad. Cleo knew it.
As soon as Milly saw the bus start to come up the lane, she started to tremble a little. She hoped Brooke wouldn’t notice but she knew that she’d find out soon enough. The bus arrived and Milly saw the girl from the infirmary get in. She shot her a glare, not that she’d see it.
“Are we going to get on?” Brooke asked, snapping Milly from her glare.
“Ah, yeah.” Milly answered weakly.
Brooke knew something was up. She could tell by the look in Milly’s eyes. Something was definitely troubling her.
Milly slowly walked onto the bus and the fear inside her rose. She felt really scared. Memories of her Mother’s death flicked through her head and she had lost most of her calm composure.
“Are you okay?” Brooke asked Milly, worried about her.
“Y-yeah.” Milly answered.
Brooke didn’t buy it but she also didn’t want to pose the question.
Needless to say, the bus drive home was tense for both parties.
The bus pulled up in front of the convenience store at the bottom of the main road. Cleo, Casey, Carrie, Brooke and Milly all got out at this stop and headed home.
Tonight was going to be bad for all of them.
End of Chapter 11
There's the belated Chapter 11. Koneko out!
@Lucifer: I've got stuff planned already. Day 1 of school has now officially come to an end with this Chapter. Chapter 12 should finish off the whole of the first day.
Edited February 14, 2014 by KonekoChan
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I’m really sorry about the extreme lack of updates in this story. I’ve been swamped with work because of an External Verifier coming to check out the coursework my group has done so our tutors have been pushing us to the limits. It’s the end of term at the moment so I’m finally free from the pressure of the EV but I’ve still got a good deal of work to do as tutors have put off their assignments so we could all focus on what the EV will be looking at. Anyway, enough about that, here’s the next chapter.
Chapter 12
The walk home went in silence for each girl. No one dared speak. No one had anything to say. They just let the silence blanket them all like an oppressive cloud.
Cleo didn’t want to talk. She was still trying to process all of what had happened. Was Milly really as bad as Cleo thought she was? What has happened to Carrie? Why is she behaving in such a strange and horrible way? Cleo’s mind continued to think up more questions which she had no answer to. It was all she could do at the moment. She didn’t know what her sisters were thinking and she wasn’t sure that she wanted to in Carrie’s case. Cleo just hoped that Carrie will return back to how she was soon. She didn’t like her ‘new’ sister.
They arrived home and Cleo led the way inside. She announced her presence and her sisters did the same. Afterwards, as dinner was a little while away, Cleo set down her school-bag and went to get changed.
Brooke wasn’t sure if she’d made the right choice with telling Milly everything about herself and her past. She also wasn’t sure if Milly was being completely truthful with her in regards to her own admittance of her history. A niggling shred of doubt continued to hang at the back of her mind. Was Milly all she seemed to be or was she something more? Brooke arrived at her own home and entered it. She put her bag down on the floor in the corridor and went upstairs to change out of her borrowed clothes. She had a feeling that her Mother might worry about her when she found out about her accidents at school today.
“You look kinda troubled. Penny for your thoughts?” A girl’s voice called out to Milly as she headed home. Milly turned around and saw a young girl with pure white hair and deep blue eyes coming up to her.
“Izzy? Milly asked in shock. “I didn’t see you on the bus? Where were you?”
“I asked you a question first, you know.” Izzy replied.
Isabell Clemens was Milly’s younger sister. The two were a year and a half apart but Izzy’s actual cognitive capabilities were a whole year ahead of Milly’s. When she was younger, Izzy had always been the top of her class. She just absorbed knowledge like a sponge does to water. She was always hungry for more so, in the end, her teachers decided to teach her things which were ahead of what she should be learning. Izzy took to these like a charm. By the age of 10, she had already been learning GCSE grade criteria in almost all of her lessons so RCGA decided that, when she joined them, they’ll put her in classes for Year 9’s. However, because of the increased ability of her mind, something had to be reduced in compensation.
“It’s nothing. I just told a friend a little about myself, that’s all.” Milly finally answered.
“How much?” Izzy questioned as a dark look came over her face.
“Not a lot. Just stuff which needed to be told. I wouldn’t tell a stranger everything you know.”
Izzy seemed to be pleased with Milly’s answer yet she was still a little put off by Milly’s lax nature.
“To answer your question, I got let out a little early so I took the earlier bus home.” Izzy answered Milly’s earlier question.
“Why didn’t you go home then?” Milly asked.
“Because I had some stuff to buy.”
With a shrug, Milly continued back to her home and Izzy followed behind her.
On her own chauffeured ride home, Melissa looked out of the window of the black limousine. Her thoughts were focused on Carrie’s earlier taunt. She hoped that she hadn’t seen her momentary disregard of all she stood for back in the Swimming lesson.
“What if she does know? What will she do?” Melissa thought to herself. “I shouldn’t worry about her. She’s just scum like everybody else.”
Despite her confidence in her statement, she knew that she was wrong. Carrie could do a lot to harm her. She had the know-how and knowledge with technology to actually pull through with most things. As the limo reached the large iron gates leading into the Mayer’s mansion, Melissa knew that she’ll have more than enough time to think things through.
“The Sir and Madame are out on business at the moment.” The chauffer informed Melissa.
“Nothing new there.” Melissa answered quietly. As expected, her parents were away ‘on business’. Melissa knew that was just a ploy to prevent the servants from reciting the truth in their quarters.
The gates opened and the limo drove down the gravelled road towards the fountain outside the mansion.
The Mayer’s mansion was a large converted Victorian Manor. It was three stories high and about the size of a regular mansion. The design could use a little work as it still looked like it did back when it was first built, minus the renovations done before the Mayer’s moved in. A ten car garage was attached to the right hand side of the building and a large conservatory covered most of the rear of the mansion. It was said to date back to when Rose Creek was just a small village lost in the moors and marshes of the east coast of England. Melissa felt like the place was haunted and she was probably right as she has had several sleepless nights there.
The limo parked just outside the huge double doors at the front of the mansion. Melissa got out of it and the limo drove off towards the garage.
“Another night alone.” Melissa sighed to herself as she pushed open the right hand door. She followed the purple carpet up the crescent staircases and into the right wing of the mansion. She went to the last room in the wing and opened the door to it. She walked into her bedroom and slumped onto her bed.
Melissa’s room was a large room about the size of a large classroom. A king size double bed lay on a raised platform at the back on the room in the middle of it. To each side of the bed, drawers filled with various things stood. The bed itself was covered in stuffed toys of every variety imaginable. On the right hand wall, opposite the window, Melissa’s private walk-in wardrobe rested through a set of pure white double doors. Her wardrobe was actually a converted storage room but Melissa wasn’t picky about it. It still managed to keep her clothes clean and orderly. Beneath the window, a writing desk stood. The desk had a writing lamp and a bunch of stationary on. The room was carpeted with a larger form of the purple carpet which led to it. A large checked rug lay just in front of the door.
“Why do I even come home? There’s never anybody here.” Melissa quietly said to herself.
End of Chapter 12
An extremely late chapter update but I hope it's good enough. I'm sorry about how short it seems but I'd like a whole chapter dedicated to what I'll be writing next. Koneko out!
Edited April 9, 2014 by KonekoChan
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I know that nothing has been written in this story for quite sometime and I apologize to our fellow readers. But other more important things came up in both myself and Koneko's life. But I've decided to post the next chapter of this story myself which I had been thinking about doing for the past few days. I hope to all those who read this latest chapter will enjoy it so here's Chapter 13.
Chapter 13
Having only arrived home moments ago and finally making it into her room Brooke. Went towards her closet in search of some new clothes to wear as she started her search. She still couldn't help but think about everything that had happened to her today at school. Thinking about the three accidents she had had along with wondering weather or not. Telling Milly about her past was really a wise choice. She couldn't help be also thinking about everything that Milly had told her she felt sad about what had happened. But wasn't sure if there as something more about Milly maybe she was hiding something from her?After several minutes of searching Brooke finally picked out a new set of clothes for herself. She had chosen a white blouse, a simple white vest to go underneath it, a short blue green skirt and a pair of blue knickers. Gathering the clothes Brooke walked over towards her bathroom and walked inside she thought of taking a quick shower to fully clean herself off. She started to take off the borrowed clothes she had worn home from school. As she had finished taking off the lime green panties. She couldn't help but look at them noticing the small yellow strain around the crotch area. This made her think back to her earlier accidents today once again. Along with memories of what had happened to her in America seemed to resurface. Brooke's bladder started to fill up at this point and she dropped the panties on the ground and dashed to the toilet. Where she went about her business once finished she flushed the toilet and turned on her shower then once the water was warm enough stepped inside.As Brooke was busy in the shower Keira had moments later returned home, From a rather stressful meeting with her editor about her new upcoming novel. Which was due to be released in a few months time it was this time that she saw Brooke's book bag laying in the hallway downstairs. She began to think about what sort of day Brooke had today was it a good day, a bad day, did she make any new friends etc wanting to check up on her daughter, Keira first went to her bedroom and dropped off her belongings then made her way towards her study which was located. Next to her husbands they were only a room apart placing a couple of folders down upon her desk. Keira had finally finished up with everything this took around twenty minutes, By then Brooke had finished with her shower and had dried off completely she dressed in her new clothes and put the borrowed ones. Into her clothes hamper she'd need to wash these along with keeping them hidden from her parents Brooke would worry about her once they, Found out about the accidents she had at school today.Keira made her way up the stairs with Brooke's bag in hand she reached Brooke's bedroom door. After a moment she lightly knocked on the door with her left hand."Sweetie may I come in?" Keira asked.Brooke hearing her mothers voice was silent for a moment she had finished hiding the clothes. Part of her didn't want to face her mother right now and wanted to be alone. As a means of escaping from the world and anyone else around her. But she ended up giving in and spoke in a small quiet voice."I guess so" Brooke responded.Keira opened the door to find Brooke was sitting on the edge of her bed she could see that. Brooke's hair was still a little damp from her shower and by the way Brooke was sitting her knees were pulled up to her chest. Her blue knickers could be seen they hugged her lower region quite nicely if one looked hard enough. Placing Brooke's book bag upon the floor Keira walked inside having seen Brooke sitting like this many times in the past it became clear to her. That something bad had happened to her tonight. Not wanting to jump right in and ask what's the matter Keira went on first to ask about how her day was."How was your day today sweetie?" Keira asked.Brooke didn't say anything for several moments but finally spoke."It was okay I guess" Brooke answered she was just staring out into space.Keira placed a arm around her daughter and pulled her close into a hug. She thought about pushing the matter and asking Brooke what was wrong. But wanted to give her daughter the time needed to come out with it on her own."Did you make any new friends today?" Keira went on to ask.She was worried about her daughter it had been three months since. They had moved to Rose Creek from America and Brooke still had not made any new friends. Keira knew that this would take time and a lot of effort on Brooke part. But she couldn't help but feel sad that Brooke remained shut off from the world always staying in her room. Often times at night she would hearing Brooke crying softly and mumbling about how much she missed her late best friend Amy. Who had recently passed away due to a car accident."I.. I did her name is Milly" Brooke says.That was really all Brooke wanted to say about Milly she couldn't bring herself to mention. To her mother about everything that had went on with Milly. Not yet anyway Brooke seemed to melt into her mother's embrace. While she thought about Milly she couldn't help but think about the accidents she had once again. This started to make Brooke cry and she started sobbing in her mother's arms.Keira noticed Brooke's sudden crying."Brooke what's the matter is something wrong?" Keira asked gently."M.. Mom it happened again" Brooke sobbed.On hearing those words Keira started to worry about Brooke in the past when Brooke was having her many accidents in America. She would often say these same words to her which meant that she had a accident."There, there sweetie its okay we will get through this together I'll help you anyway I can" Keira told her.Brooke who was still lightly crying started to think about her late friend. As the memories of their happy times together filled her mind. Brooke's bladder started to fill up she started to lightly squirm around on her bed meaning she was in need of using the bathroom once again."Brooke maybe you should use the restroom?" Keira mentioned.Brooke knowing her mother was right but not wanted to leave her arms ended up getting up. Then going into her bathroom to take care of her own needs. As Keira sat alone on her daughter's bed she worried about her daughter's mental state she had seen the bad effects this sort of thing. Had on her daughter and wondered if all the bed stuff that had come along with it was going to make a return at any point soon? |
Okay, story number two... Even weirder than the first! For those of you who didn't read my last one, I write with robots. Yes, omorashi robots. I'm not sure if that's ever even been done before I came along, but that's not important. Point is, if that's not your thing, I'd appreciate it if you would just hit the backspace. This piece is notably longer than my first and features far more desperation, as well as an entirely different set up. It's essentially an AU of my last one, so the only thing that stays the same is the characters. I tried to include more description so you could get a vague idea of what they look like, but I apologize if it's insufficient. I'd like to include a warning here and now that there is a degree of what is technically female on female sexual activity and nudity, though it is relatively minor and with, well, robots. If anything in here violates any kind of regulations, than I'd appreciate it if someone would let me know so I can correct it. And with that, I hope this at least entertains someone...
Stepping into the elevator with just the slightest bit of a hurry, Flare turned just in time to see Tide hobble in behind her as the door swished shut. Stooped over, the younger femme immediately leaned back against the wall, her hands firmly tucked between her legs. She'd had to pee for the past half hour now, and Flare had watched her go through all the stages of desperation; from subtle squirming to shameless crotch holding. Though she was playing the part of the concerned but slightly amused friend, the older femme was enjoying the show in a far more intimate way. It was she who had slipped Tide the substance causing her desperation, after all, and she intended to get the most from her efforts. And at that moment, with the object of her affection nearing the breaking point, it was certainly proving to be worth the work. The same femme who was typically too shy to draw any kind of attention to herself was now squirming and whining in her spot, her pink cheeks flushed light blue from a mix of effort and embarrassment. Hitting the button for the fortieth floor, Flare forced herself to keep her expression neutral and her optics from staring, as hard as that may have been.
"Just relax." she encouraged the bouncing femme. "My apartment's right by the exit on my floor. You just need to hold on a little longer."
"Easy for you to say... Ooh..."
Creators, that whine... The older femme was growing impatient herself, but for an entirely different reason. She'd had an optic on the sweet little femme for some time now, and had only recently found the courage to make a move. Sure, Tide wasn't interested in other femmes, and sure she had just gone into her first serious relationship, but where was the harm in one night of fun? Tide had even said it herself; she'd always wondered what being with another femme would be like, and who better to show her?
"Ngh... I've never had to go this bad..." Tide whined, leaning against the wall. "I don't even remember drinking that much..."
"Really? You downed quite a few. They must have just gotten away from you." Flare replied, having expected such a remark. "Regardless, we're almost there." The blinking numbers signaled only twelve more floors to go, assuming no one else needed the elevator, Creators forbid.
"If I can last that long..." she whined, sinking down against the wall with a keen of near defeat.
"Oh no, you've lasted this long, you're not having an accident here." Flare insisted, realizing a moment too late that her emphasis on the last word sounded more than a little odd. Fortunately enough for her, Tide was too preoccupied holding back a flood to notice any unusual pronunciation. In fact, she was apparently too focused to notice anything beyond her painful need to pee. As much as she hated to admit it, that was proving very beneficial to the older femme. In the cramped but well lit elevator, she had a perfect and up close show all to herself, and it was growing impossible not to stare, and she found her optics wandering.
Physically, Tide was cute more than she was conventionally attractive, at least by the standards of their race. She was tiny too; a mere seven feet, which put her a whole head shorter than Flare. But her rare pink colored metal and unique proportions, namely her small shoulders and bust accented by broad hips for a more curvy figure, made for a very pleasing overall image. Flare, in contrast, was quite her opposite. Tall and more thickly built with a far more "boxy" appearance, the orange accented white femme couldn't help but wonder what their physical differences would mean in bed. The very idea only increased her excitement, and the current show did much to help set her mood.
From her crossed legs to her blushing cheeks, the cute femme was the picture of desperation, and it was driving her wild. A few beads of blue coolant had squeezed out through the femmes seams in her exertion, highlighting the bright pink of her finish in areas that were being taxed to the fullest. Unsurprisingly, her thighs and distended tummy were the slickest yet, as her synthetic tissues and pressure controls at the fork of her legs struggled to hold back the flood. Creators, those sleek, trembling thighs... Watching them alone was making her quite aware of her own growing needs...
Ping
The door opened wide as they reached the appropriate floor, revealing a thankfully empty hallway. Leading the way, Flare hurried over to the first door on the right, silently putting her plan into motion. Pulling her card from her pack, she went to slide it in the monitor beside the door right when Tide came up beside her.
"Hurry..." the younger femme whimpered, bouncing on the spot. "Please hurry..."
You're not helping me focus, Hun... the older femme mused to herself, swiping her identification card with fumbling fingers. The sounds of desperation from the femme were now closer to her audio receptor than ever, and the hard panting broken only by gasps and keens of near defeat made focusing close to impossible. Biting her lip, Flare fought against the aroused haze settling over her consciousness, typing in her combination and preparing to act fast. Tide was stooped over now, her knees bent and her hands squeezing the fork of her legs for dear life. Both femmes felt immediate relief when the door whooshed open, but for far different reasons. Keeping her thighs together, Tide hurried inside, grateful just to be out of public and in the home of a friend where she could relieve herself in private. She didn't know, of course, that that same friend now had a very different form of relief in mind.
Staying just behind, Flare slipped a quick hand into her bag, grabbing a bracelet like item but not removing it. Tide had just taken her first few struggling steps when Flare took over, putting an arm around the femme in a gesture of support.
"Here, to the left and down this hall." she instructed, keeping a quick pace for the sake of her friend. They went past the living room and down said hallway, reaching the bedroom and, at last, the bathroom. The sigh of relief from the young femme told Flare that now was the time to act, and before Tide could take another step the bracelet was snapped onto her upper arm. In the blink of an optic, the pink femme froze, becoming a living statue just feet from the toilet.
"F-Flare?" she stuttered, still capable of speech and having felt the touch on her arm. "What did you-"
"It's a system override ring." the older femme explained proudly, circling the frozen younger and admiring her from every angle. From her bag, she pulled forth a second item, a remote that was just one touchscreen. "And I have the control."
"I... I don't..."
"You've seriously never heard of these?" she replied with genuine surprise. "They were used just to control convicts, until a rather brilliant marketer found they had fantastic potential for... other uses." Going around to Tide's left, she admired the simple metal band clamped to the upper arm and its pulsing green lights. "With this, I have full control over your systems; though there are limits of course. I obviously can't take away your ability to speak or control your essential systems, and all your vitals are kept within a safety zone, but-" She came around to face the femme at her mercy, leaning down and locking their optics with a smirk. "I'm in charge of everything else. Your temperature, your movement, your waste systems..."
"Okay, I get it, you could make me pee myself if you wanted to. Very funny." Tide strained in a rush, whining in pain as her desperation loomed without any way to move and alleviate the discomfort. "Now please, please let me go! It's not as bad now, but I'm gonna lose it soon..."
"Not until you hit your physical limit or I hit this button." Flare countered, pointing to said spot on the screen. Tide watched the older femme hover a digit over the glowing screen, her optics wide with awe and a bit of fear. That one single dot on a screen was all that stood between her and a puddle on the floor.
"Why are you even doing this?" Tide questioned, sounding far more confused than hurt. "Is this payback for that nurse joke? I told you, I wasn't-"
"Payback? Hun, you asked me for this." she said, returning to circling the femme. "Remember our girls night last month? After a few drinks, you told me you'd always wanted to try another femme, and how desperation was a huge turn on that you wished someone else would try with you. I told you that I could help, and you said that you'd like it."
"I was drunk. I didn't mean-"
"Oh, but you did. You weren't wasted, you were loose. Loose enough to be honest." Flare purred, leaving the femme to go over to the sink. From the drawer beneath it, she took out a small, unassuming box, opening it to reveal two unlinked wrist binds. "And now I'm going to fulfill my promise." Unable to see what the older femme was doing from her current position, Tide let out a sound of pained frustration.
"What does any of that have to do with this?!" she said, still unable to even squirm and alleviate some of her pain and growing frustrated. "How am I supposed to enjoy this?!"
"Hun, this is how I'm going to get off."
"...What?"
"I'm going to need an overload too, and watching you have an accident is how I'm going to get it." Flare elaborated, smiling at the absolutely floored expression the comment received.
"You're... You're going to make me pee myself? Right here?" Tide squeaked, watching the older femme stand in front of her.
"Well... not right there, no." Flare replied, lifting the cuffs for Tide to see. "I'm going to move you first." The younger femme only gulped, completely at the mercy of her friend. Taking Tide's wrists, Flare pulled them to her without resistance, completely capable of moving her captive into any position she desired. Tide let out a moan at the loss of much needed pressure on her valve; even if she couldn't pee herself at the moment, it sure felt like she could. Snapping a cuff onto each wrist, Flare took the femme by the shoulders and lifted so she would stand straight, drawing a moan at the increased pressure it created down low. Dragging the immobile femme to the wall just across from the toilet and to the left of the shower, Flare suddenly found herself having to make a choice. The cuffs would attach to the wall and restrain Tide, but she needed to decide if the femme would be facing her or not. Both ways definitely had advantages, but which sounded more appealing? If she had her back to the wall, Tide would give her an excellent show with facial expressions alone, not to mention she'd be able to admire her small but perky bust... But, turn the femme around, and she'd get a perfect view of a lovely aft and a better vantage point to watch the flow when it happened... Making up her mind, she turned Tide so she faced away from the wall, lifting up her arms to restrain her.
"Do I really have to do this?" Tide asked as Flare pushed her wrists against the wall above her head and the cuffs latched on with a magnetic grip, leaving her elbows just a little slack. To her surprise, the older femme didn't answer her, and instead took her by the chin and pulled her in for a kiss. Going wide opticed initially at the alien sensation of kissing another femme, Tide relaxed after a few moments of the sensuous touch, closing her optics just as Flare pulled back.
"Tide, I'm going to make you feel good in ways you didn't think were possible..." she purred, looking at the femme with a hunger. Giving her a quick peck, the older femme trailed her lips back to Tide's audio receptor, whispering to send shivers down the young femmes spinal strut. "And all you've got to do... is have this little accident for me. That's all. And it'll be a great way to try out wetting firsthand, right?"
"But I... I can't..." Tide whimpered, trying to shake her head on instinct. "I can't go with you watching..."
"Pretty soon, you won't have a choice." she reasoned, stepping back and picking up the remote to flip through its settings. "But I'll leave that up to you. Let's see... I'll dial up your node sensitivity, increase your temperature... and just for fun, I'll make sure you can't put your thighs together." More than a little wary, Tide watched the older femme enter the instructions, quite aware that she could make her lose all control with the touch of a button. Unfortunately for her, that thought reminded her of what she was going to be doing very soon. Blushing, she tried to take her focus away from the soon to be flood from her tank, but to no avail. In her entire adult life, she'd never once come close to having an accident, and had certainly never been this desperate. But now... how much longer could she possibly last?
"Now be ready hun, once I hit this button, it's up to you to hold it in." Flare said, making the femme tense every synthetic muscle she had. Squeezing the area between her legs, she focused all of her willpower on keeping her valve sealed, determined to fight for as long as she could. After all, if she held out long enough, Flare might lose interest, right? It was a faint hope, but it was all she had. Hitting the key, Flare released her from the paralyzation, and Tide immediately bent down to try and hold it all in. To her great surprise and horror, the urge to pee suddenly grew to be almost unbearable, and she had to squeeze with all of her might to hold it back. What's more, like Flare had said, she had no ability to bring her thighs together, as the programing made pushing them closed as impossible as bringing two similarly charged magnets together. With clenched dentals, the femme persevered, holding back her pee and not letting even a drop escape.
"Impressive." Flare praised, setting the control back down. Approaching the femme again, she lifted her chin to look at her. "But when you do finally give, we don't want you to make a mess..."
Tide didn't have an answer, and was far too preoccupied with her problem to think over the meaning. Flare only smirked and released her chin, sinking to her knees so that she was eye level with the femmes squirming hips. Struggling though she was, Tide still felt a rush of awkwardness at the closeness, wary of what the femme might attempt.
"Keep your hips steady." Flare ordered, looping her fingers under her pelvic covering. Quivering but remaining otherwise still, Tide let her do as she wished, biting her lip and blushing when the older femme began to undo the attachments on the sides. With a clack, the metal plating fell to the ground, letting cool air flow over the soft synthetic material beneath her armor. Whimpering at her exposure, Tide averted her optics as the femme leaned in to admire her, trying to focus instead on holding it. A gasp escaped her when two exploring hands took a firm hold of her weighty aft, squeezing it before sliding down to massage her thighs. Emitting a shaking sigh, she struggled to focus on holding her pee while dealing with the incredibly wonderful sensations down low.
"Oh... Why does... why does that feel so good?" she asked, relishing in the trails of pleasure Flare's fingers left behind.
"I tuned up your sensory nodes, remember?" Flare teased, loving the expressions she was earning for such little effort on her part. "Everything you feel is amplified. Pleasure, pain... pressure." To demonstrate, she pressed down on the femmes extended stomach, drawing out a loud keen of pain from Tide.
"Okay, okay, I get it! Please don't do that again!"
"Wouldn't dream of it." Flare assured, standing up to look her in the optic. "But now that you're bare down there..." She dropped her optics to the pink femmes chest covering, and even as desperate as she was, Tide immediately saw her intentions. Gulping, she felt her blush intensify. Sure, Flare had seen her bare chested before, but it had never been in a situation like this. Taking her into her arms, Flare reached around to the femmes back, searching for her clasp. When she found it, Flare wasted no time undoing it, but took her sweet time pulling the strapless covering forward, relishing in the steady reveal of the femmes bust. Dropping the plating to the ground, she revealed the twin blue translucent breasts to the open air, their rubber nozzles stiff at attention. Smirking, she kissed the tip of the left, swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently.
"Ohhh..." Tide moaned in absolute ecstasy, relishing at being touched in ways she'd only imagined before. Her overpowered nodes magnified the pleasure created by the skillful femmes tongue tenfold, almost allowing her to forget her pressing needs down low. A sound of loss escaped her when the attention stopped, but it was quickly replaced by whines of pain when she came back down to earth and remembered her current predicament. Stepping back, Flare stopped to just stand and admire the naked and desperate beauty before her, trailing her optics over the femmes curves and gazing at her exposed privates with a touch of hunger.
"Well, while we're waiting..." Flare announced after she'd finished soaking in the sights. "I think I'll get some relief of my own." With that, she walked over to the toilet, taking slow and deliberate steps to tease the desperate femme. Realizing what she was doing, Tide let out a whine and desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together once more.
"Flare! That's just mean..."
"I don't see why." Flare replied, slipping off her pelvic covering and letting it drop to the floor. Sitting down, she spread her legs to give the other femme an unobstructed view, watching her reactions all the while. "You can let go any time you want. All you've got to do is relax, and..." Closing her optics, Flare let go of all the drinks she'd had at lunch, sighing as her valve opened and released a stream into the bowl. The unmuffled pattering of urine hitting porcelain rang out loud and clear in the bathroom, followed by the trickling as it splashed into the water.
"Flare, come on..." Tide pleaded, bouncing and pulling on her restraints, unable to take the sound and sight of sweet relief so tantalizingly close in her current state. Flare ignored her and spread her legs wider, giving her a perfect show of the steady flow from her lips. Tide, normally too bashful to watch such a private act, couldn't force her optics away. The loud hiss accompanying the visible stream seemed to taunt her, tempting her with the unimaginable relief that was all too easy to achieve. Sweat began beading all along her body once more, collecting quickly in response to her exertion and high temperature. In a cruel twist, some began tickling her heightened nodes as it dribbled down her inner thighs, reminding her far too much of another bodily fluid and temporarily pushing her past a breaking point "I'm... I-I can't... Ah... Ah!"
A single spurt squeezed past her lips, spraying from the intense pressure so that only a few drops made it directly to the ground. The rest splashed onto the inside of the femmes thighs, making her optics go wide as she felt the hot liquid fill the crevices of her lips and run in rivulets down to her ankles. A shock of stimulants filled her veins as the pee chilled, her overpowered sensory nodes allowing her to feel the damp trails every individual drop had left down her legs. A deep sense of shame and shock settled over her at the realization of what she'd just done. For the first time in her adult life, her body had relieved itself against her will, even if it was only a few drops.
"And so it begins." Flare announced, not bothering to wipe and picking up a vibrator from her box. Widening her entrance with one hand, she turned the device on and inserted it with the other, holding it in place with her lips so that its extending "bunny ears" firmly hugged her sweet spot. A small moan escaped her at the delightful sensations, and she settled back on the seat to enjoy the lovely sight before her.
Putting her head down, Tide returned all of her attention to not losing control again, wishing she could squeeze her thighs together to aid herself. Whatever the thing was doing to her, it made it nearly impossible to have her thighs any less than two inches from each other, which was only making things even more difficult. Regardless, she had to work with it, and she was confident in her ability to do so. Shifting her weight from side to side, she tried to focus on anything but her need to release, knowing that Flare was thoroughly enjoying watching her. But hey, if she got an overload before she lost control, then what need was there to torment her any longer?
The only sound in the room that followed was the gentle hum of the vibrator and the labored ventilations and grunts from the ailing femme. Sitting back and relaxing, Flare relished in the steady stimulation of her clit, feeling her whole body heating up with arousal. She'd fantasized about this for quite some time, and to finally have it happen for real was beyond anything her imagination could have ever created. Tide didn't seem to even notice that she was pleasuring herself to her struggle, or perhaps she just didn't care. Watching the femme bounce and whimper in defiance to her body's needs, Flare couldn't resist the urge to mess with Tide a little more. Leaning over in her seat to the sink on her left, she turned the knob on to start a steady flow of water, watching for Tide's reaction all the while. With surprising speed, she snapped her head up at the sight, locking her optics on the source of the noise and then moaning in near agony.
"Flare, come on! It's bad enough... that you're... making me go through this... Oooh!" Straining from sheer effort, Tide began ventilating hard in her struggle to maintain control, sweating from the toll it took on her. The pressure on her valve had been painful before, but the teasing sound of running water made it impossible for her to blot out any of that pain, and instead made her all too aware of how easy it would be to relieve it. Now shameless, she began hopping from one foot to another in a degrading but somewhat effective attempt to ease her suffering, feeling the contents of her full tank slosh around inside her. Biting her lip to restrain a moan, Flare felt her sweet spot let out a surge of pleasure at the provocative sight. But it wasn't enough, not yet... Reaching back over to the sink, Flare pulled the stopper down, letting some water pool before she slowed the flow to a thin stream. The resulting trickling sounded painfully similar to the tail end of urine stream splashing into water, and Flare could only smirk as she watched her torment take effect.
"No no no nooo..." Tide moaned in weak defiance, letting out a plethora of pained squeals. A keen of despair passed her lips as a familiar hot dampness appeared at the fork of her legs, and she realized she was losing once more.
That's it hun... That's it... Flare mused to herself, massaging the tender wiring beside her port. Her optics were locked on the meeting point of the femmes legs, waiting for the inevitable waterfall. Let it flow...
A hot squirt of pee jetted out with an accompanying hiss, splashing against the floor and creating a baseball sized puddle on contact. The femme immediately clamped down with renewed vigor, but couldn't stop a second leak. Rather than coming out in a clean spurt, this one sprayed as a result of her squirming, and her inner thighs were once again covered in a splash of urine. A loud gasp escaped her as the hot liquid rolled and dripped off her legs, making her feel damp and uncomfortable as it collected around her feet. The itchy wetness she felt was made worse as she became aware of a previously undetectable draft, and she felt the cold drops meander their way to the floor. Thighs quivering, she realized then that the leaks hadn't even offered any relief, and she now had to go even more than before. Groaning, she bounced on the spot, trying desperately not to step in any of her own miniature puddles.
"Flare please..." she begged, hoping to appeal to the femmes sense of mercy. "I have to pee so bad..."
"I know..." Flare replied, a little strained from her mounting sensations of pleasure. A delightful tingling had begun to fill her from her hips to her feet, telling her that her body was getting quite close to its climax. "And we both know how you can fix that."
Whimpering with pain, Tide felt herself at a loss. Flare was bound to be hitting her peak soon, but could she really last that long? The device magnified all sensations, including the ones currently tormenting her from between her legs, and she doubted she could stand much more of the unnatural level of desperation. It was as if a full waterfall was sealed up inside her belly, and was ramming itself against her tiny hole until she would inevitably fail. Despite her own common sense, she looked back to the still running water of the sink, and her optics fixated on the thin trickle of clear, sparkling fluid. On a desperation induced whim, her mind conjured up the image of said stream flowing out of her, and brought with it the thought of relief from her current nightmare. Creators, it would be so easy too... Just a matter of spreading her thighs and letting it all go. Why was it important to hold it in anyway? It wasn't like she was in public or anything, and it would be quite easy to clean up once she was done, not to mention that Flare was waiting for it in the first place. Why torment herself any longer?
Unable to ignore the logic of the argument and too far gone to even try and debate it, she spread her knees and closed her optics, giving in to her primal needs. A powerful stream started up without hesitation, arcing neatly and pattering against the tile floor to join with her previously collected puddles. A loud sigh of satisfaction slipped from her as her body finally got the relief it had yearned for, and the loud hissing brought an intense sense of ease even after only two seconds of peeing. She was tempted to moan from the feeling of relief, but stopped when her own conscious thought finally broke through the haze of satisfaction.
No no no! You're a grown femme and you're peeing yourself! Stop!
Crying out, she tried to force her exhausted muscles to close down and stop her own self created flow, her legs struggling to cross and aid with the efforts. To her horror, the stream didn't stop like the previous leaks, and the torrent collided with her jumbled legs to cascade down them in thick rivulets, soaking them in full. Keening in pain at what felt like scalding liquid, she ignored her dripping legs and focused only on stopping her accident. Managing to make the flow fluctuate, she finally stopped it entirely, but was left standing in a lopsided puddle and even more desperate for relief than ever before. Dripping from the hips down, she resorted to whatever method she could to hold in her pee, no longer in control of her vocal chords as she let out a new sound with every movement. It felt like the entire worlds water supply was weighing down on the fork of her thighs, and she couldn't even cross her legs to relieve the pressure!
Watching the entire display through lidded optics, Flare had to bite her hand to keep back a moan, feeling her overload drawing near. She was holding it off though, waiting for the desperate femme to finally give in so she could synchronize her finish with the perfect sight to go with it. Thankfully enough, she knew she didn't have to wait much longer.
Tide felt hot tears of agony in the corner of her optics, but she ignored them with what little willpower she had left. Flare was close, she could tell just by looking at her, and surely she only had to hold on for a few more minutes. And then, Creators willing, she'd be able to relieve herself in a much less humiliating way.
Suddenly she became aware of a new sensation spreading outward from between her legs, filling her with a feeling that she couldn't identify. At first, she passed it off as just being a part of her body's torment, only to then come to the horrifying truth. Her body didn't care about her dignity or about the promise of a few minutes wait, it wanted full relief, it wanted it now, and it was going to get it whether she liked it or not. Despite her horror, the sensation continued to spread, and all she could do was stand and let her body take over.
Ventilating hard, Flare immediately recognized the femmes subtle but undeniable change in demeanor, and saw it as what she'd been waiting for all along. Oh hun, yes... Let it happen, I'm ready for you...
Tide took quick, panicky ventilations as she felt herself losing control, letting out a string of increasingly high pitched cries until she finally felt her body take over. In one swift movement, she spread her legs wide and pushed her hips forward, letting out a keen of defeat as she lost the war with her bladder and started to pee.
The hissing that accompanied the release was loud enough to be impressive, and the spattering as it collided with the floor was even more so. Tide had always imagined that if she ever were to have an accident, it would be met with tears and shame, not to mention a full struggle until the end. But at that moment, with the source of all her pain cascading out of her, she could only tilt her head back and moan in delight, giving in entirely to her body's need. Just as the device had magnified her pain while holding if, it magnified her relief while urinating, sending waves of nearly orgasmic pleasure throughout her entire body that sent her soaring high.
Watching the femme finally give in, Flare felt her own release come at last, her port clenching and relaxing rhythmically in a fantastic overload. Hurrying, she turned off the sink, wanting to hear nothing but the sweet sound of flowing urine. Moaning in absolute ecstasy, she traced her optics over Tides beautiful form. The younger femme had lolled her head against her arm, her jaw going slack and her optics closing in overwhelming pleasure as she finally settled back in an exhausted daze to enjoy her relief. Moving her gaze downward, Flare focused on the pee still flowing freely from between Tide's quivering and parted thighs, fixating her optics on the lovely sight and listening intently to the sweet hiss as it charged out of the femme. The sparkling yellow stream flowed cleanly from Tide's lips to the floor, creating such a perfect sight she wished that she could stick a hand, or perhaps her chest, beneath it. The small puddles beneath Tide had since been engulfed by one single mini lake that continued to grow, encircling her feet and going beyond. A few stray rivulets slid down her thighs, intermingling with the sweat that had collected there and dropping down to join the puddle below.
Coming down from the initial high of the release but still dazed from the euphoria, Tide opened her optics and lifted her head, spiraling back down to earth with clear confusion as to what was happening. A feeling of wonderful relief was surging from down low, and a hot wetness was cascading down her legs in thick rivulets. With optics still lidded, she followed the source of a loud hissing and looked down past her breasts and tummy to ascertain the source of the strange sensations coming from her valve. A stream squirted away from the meeting point of her thighs and splashed into a puddle at her feet, with a few smaller rivulets from the same source racing down her legs. She also felt hot spurts of whatever the liquid was squirting backward between her aft cheeks, creating a strange but not at all unpleasant sensation as it dribbled down her thighs. At first, the sight and sensations confused her, if only because of the wrongness of it all. It took her a moment to put the pieces together in her haze, but she was eventually able to come to the obvious conclusion.
I'm peeing.
The two simple words were all it took to bring her fully back to reality, and only then did their full weight sink in. She, a grown femme with a perfect record, was peeing down her own legs. Hanging her head, she went limp on her feet, relying on the support of her cuffed wrists to keep her standing. Opening her optics, she looked down and watched herself pee. A puddle beneath her reflected so clearly that she could not only see her face, but the inside of her legs as well, letting her watch the stream pour out from between her lips. The clear yellow fluid had spread far on the white tile, and she realized then that she was standing right in the middle of it, her feet surrounded by her own lake. Casting her optics upward to Flare, she saw that the femme had since come down from her overload, and was now watching her as she enjoyed the afterglow.
"Creators Tide, you had to pee didn't you?" she commented after the femme didn't slow down after a solid minute, her overworked bladder still pushing out its contents.
"Mmm..." Tide grunted, leaning her head against her arm. The scent of pee was starting to fill up the bathroom, and Tide looked down once more to check her progress. Her own puddle of shame was still growing, but her stream had thankfully begun to ebb and fluctuate, and true relief was starting to settle in. At last, the flow slowed to a trickle and stopped abruptly, but Flare clicked her tongue in disapproval.
"Oh come on... I know you've got more than that. Let it all out."
Blushing at being caught, Tide closed her optics, hesitating for a few moments before pushing out the rest. A steady trickle about as thick as a pencil, started up, dribbling down to tinkle against the puddle below. The delicate stream sent small droplets splashing onto the femmes ankles, going for about twenty seconds before stopping. When the last drop had fallen, Tide went limp where she stood, standing in her own self made lake of shame and dripping her cold pee from the waist down. Tired, embarrassed, naked and uncomfortably wet, she wanted nothing more than to wipe herself down and go to bed, even if it was only six o'clock. Hearing footprints splashing toward her, she looked up to see a very satisfied face looking down at her, her pelvic plating left on the floor behind her.
"You were perfect, hun." Flare praised, unsnapping the ring off her shoulder. It was true; the completely virginal femme had done everything right for erotic desperation. The squirming, the leaks, struggling even when she was already soaked, and then finally giving in only when her body couldn't take any more... Creators, it was a good thing she'd recorded it all with her internal gray box. This would be ideal masturbation fodder for months. Unlocking the femmes restraints, she caught her as she fell, looping her arms under hers and supporting her. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up..."
"Okay." Tide rasped, letting herself be half dragged to the large shower. Flare opened the sliding door and guided her in, but Tide looked back at her puddle with a murmur. "But what about that..."
"I've got an automated cleaning bot that will take care of it. Don't worry."
"Okay." she replied again, looking around the spacious tile shower. Flare left her standing on her own and went to turn on one of the many nozzles that the shower had for its multiple shower heads. Looking down at herself, Tide couldn't help but feel another bout of shameful bashfulness. Here she was, dripping and in need of a wash, just like a podling who hadn't been able to hold it.
"Here we go." Flare announced, turning on the detachable shower head. "No need for a full shower, right?"
"Mmm..."
"Hey, don't be bashful." Flare encouraged. "You would have made it if I hadn't stopped you. Now turn around..." Leaning against the wall, the femme did as she was bid, spreading her legs as she felt the warm water wash over her thighs and aft. Sighing, she rested her head against the wall, glad to just have it all washed away. The comfortably heated fluid helped her to relax, making her more aware of just how exhausted she was from the whole ordeal. Creators, a nap after this would be really good... "Now turn again..."
"Alright..." Tide rasped, turning around to face the femme. To her surprise, Flare had taken off her own chest plating, and was now just as naked as she was. "I... I um..."
"What? No point in getting my plating wet, right?" she said, giving her a teasing smirk. Staring blankly and trying to keep her optics off the femmes more ample bust, she let the water clean her off, feeling the spray move upward to her inner thighs.
Sorry for the abrupt cut off, but as per usual, I prefer to take off anything intimate to avoid creating issues. There is more to this story, and I will post it if it is called for. If anything, I hope my weird little stories entertain, and gentle feedback is always appreciated. I'm actually writing something with humans (gasp!) for my next story, and so reviews always keep my motivation going. That is, if you want it to... I understand my writing isn't exactly first rate, as I've said. ^^;
Also I'm well aware that Flare say s"hun" a lot. Let's just say vocal repetition is a common trend in my family. |
Dear M & S fans,
A while back, i asked my dear friend orango if he would think about allowing me to collaborate with him on his next Megan and Sarah story.
As it turned out, he had already been considering the idea, and so he enthusiastically agreed to my request...
but i never expected that he would be so kind as to permit me to shape the main plot as well !
So, to him the credit, and to me the blame if the tale is not to your liking.
Anyhow, without any more preamble, i'd like to introduce for your consideration and amusement,
our first (but hopefully not last) collaborative piece of writing:
HARD BOILED LEGS, A Megan and Sarah mystery adventure.
Enjoy, and please tell us what you think !
CHAPTER 1: OLD SCHOOL “This should be a right bit of fun,” Sarah said as she drove, sarcasm fairly dripping from her voice as she contemplated the weekend ahead. A corporate retreat at the new CEO's house in the country… omg. “Hanging out with colleagues from work for the whole bloody weekend!” she muttered. “Who comes up with these stupid ideas anyhow? I don’t see how us sitting around playing trivia games and the like is going to make things go smoother 'round the office in any case.” She shifted violently, dropping through the gears as the big Mercedes sedan rounded the corner before twisting the wheel sharply again to bring its rear end back into line for the road which straightened out ahead.After a brief silence, she glanced over at Megan with a single raised eyebrow. “Are you even listening to me at all?” Squirming uncomfortably in her seat, Megan was vaguely aware that Sarah had just spoken, but was too preoccupied to formulate a coherent response. Breathing as slowly and as calmly as she could, she tried valiantly to keep her predicament to herself, but knew that very soon Sarah’s trained eye would spot the problem. In actual fact, Sarah had been watching Megan keenly for some time, and was all too aware of her situation already. The subtle signs had been there ever since they’d left London over four hours ago, and had rapidly become less and less subtle with every passing mile. Whether she realised it or not, Megan’s body language was screaming to anyone that would listen that she was in dire need of a long hard wee. A wee that was by now seriously threatening to make a sudden and unexpected entrance into her underwear.Curling her toes inside her short lace-up brown leather boots, she momentarily clenched her hands into tight fists before shifting her weight again. Trying to soothe her aching bladder, she pulled up her olive drab cashmere sweater and black microfiber vest slightly in order to gently caress her navel and gazed longingly out of the window as dozens of bushes, all highly suitable places for a pee in her current state of mind, whizzed through her field of vision. After all this time with Sarah, Megan knew that she probably wouldn't be allowed to relieve herself before they got to wherever it was that they were going, no matter how many rest rooms (or other less appropriate spots) they might pass along the way. All she could do was hope against all odds that she would arrive at their destination without having wet herself thoroughly beforehand. The embarrassment and humiliation of having to get out of the car and expose a pair of soaking wet khaki cargo shorts was just too much to consider, much less bear in reality. She squeezed her well tanned and lean muscled thighs together even more tightly, hoping to stave off the by now well nigh irresistible urge to release all of the pent-up urine from her bulging, swollen bladder. When she had complained of being a bit thirsty early on during the journey, Sarah had ever so thoughtfully stopped, and purchased an extra large iced green tea lemonade from a Starbucks shop for Megan to enjoy in the car as they drove, as well as a small black espresso coffee for herself. Megan loved that particular drink, always asking for it with extra syrup to make it sweeter. She had relished the taste of every sip of it as she eagerly drank it down, but wasn't enjoying the aftereffects quite as much, however. Now, as the big Mercedes sedan sped south along the M5, the green tea lemonade was speeding in the same direction through Megan’s frantic body. Shifting her weight around occasionally had made the discomfort from her distended bladder more tolerable, and had helped her hold on as several waves of desperation had threatened to make her lose control. However, since those waves had become more and more frequent and urgent, she had been forced to resort to more drastic action over an hour ago, and was rapidly losing faith in the ability of her exhausted muscles to hold back the sizzling hot stream for very much longer. As she fidgeted furiously, keeping her knickers dry was all that mattered at this point, and hiding her plight from Sarah now seemed much lower on her list of priorities. Rhythmically tensing the tops of her legs, she held the seatbelt away from her bloated abdomen and glanced towards her lover, almost deciding to ask her to stop at the next service station. However, quickly realising how futile the request would be, she opted instead to give herself a long firm squeeze through the crotch of her shorts before stating the obvious.“Hey,” Megan blushed but went on, “How much longer do you think we’ll be? I’m really struggling.” "Struggling with what, sweetie? I've been doing all the driving, as usual," Sarah said, with a sidelong glance at her pretty passenger. "Don't play dumb! You know exactly what I mean!" Megan said almost crossly. "I'm just about to wet myself, and you know it. Oh my gosh, that iced tea lemonade..." She undid the top button of her khaki shorts as she spoke, relieving the pressure of their tight waistband on her bladder just enough for her to hold on a bit longer. "Don't worry, we're quite close now. Barring any unforeseen occurrences, we should be there in less than twenty minutes." Twenty minutes... OMG! To Megan, it might as well have been twenty days. She seriously doubted she'd be able to hold out for that amount of time considering the state she was in. Breathing shallowly and whimpering softly, she was certainly no stranger to being on the brink of peeing uncontrollably into her panties, but felt more desperate now than she could ever remember being before. Like a squirmy little worm, she wriggled and writhed, digging her fingers into the tops of her bare legs as she rode another wave of torturous desperation. Squeezing her eyes shut and bending forward, her bladder pushed and contracted as her pelvic floor muscles trembled under the strain. Instinctively groping herself, she pushed the fabric of her khaki shorts and black microfiber knickers up into the folds of her womanhood, massaging and squishing her wee hole with her fingertips. Oh God, it's right there, she thought. One false move and it would be spraying out in a heartbeat.
She held her breath and prayed fervently for the ordeal to be over. Taking the exit, they left the motorway behind, the roads quickly becoming much more narrow and twisty as they started to near their destination. As they followed the road signs for Dartmoor National Park, Megan had given up trying to sit like a normal adult. Instead, she was trying a variety of positions to help ease her body's overwhelming urge to start weeing, whether she was over a loo or not.
Perspiring profusely from the effort of holding on, she had come so close to springing a leak, and was on the brink yet again just moments after the last desperate urge. Plunging a trembling hand down the waistband of her completely unbuttoned shorts, she began to fervently knead the perfect folds of tingling skin between her legs through the thin fabric of her sheer black microfiber knickers, but even that didn’t feel sufficient now. Drawing her legs up and wrapping her free arm around her knees, she curled herself into a tight ball and gently began to rock back and forth like a little girl, her pee on the verge of spraying out and soaking her fingers and shorts. "Can’t you manage without all that, Megan?” Sarah chided. “Seriously, sometimes I think even a little four year old girl would have better control of her bladder than you do." As Sarah scolded her, Megan blushed bright red at that comment; it had triggered something deep within her that, along with her desperate state, only added to her arousal. Riding the crest of a wave of desperation, Megan squeezed the muscles at the base of her bladder with all her strength, willing her urine to stay in for just a few more miles, just a few more minutes. With beads of sweat forming on her brow, she reached over and jabbed the button to lower the electric window, a blast of fresh country air sweeping her hair from her face.“Oh no…” Megan started to moan, blushing beet red. “Please hurry, I don’t think I can…” but the sentence trailed off. Trying to hide her embarrassment, she lowered her head in dismay, looking down in shame at what she feared might be about to happen. Panting shallowly, she watched as the muscles in her forearm rippled as her hand continued working at her pee’s only escape route. Rocking and jiggling voraciously, she fought against the most intense urge to release yet, imagining how blissful it would feel to just give up and wet herself. Feeling her muscles quivering, she squirmed around in the leather seat, desperate to find a more comfortable position. Stretching out her right leg and resting her heel on the dashboard, she immediately knew she’d made a huge mistake. As a sharp ache shot through her full-to-bursting bladder, she redoubled the pressure her fingers were applying to her throbbing girlhood.
Caught completely by surprise, she felt it begin happen but was powerless to prevent it. Suddenly squirting forcefully into the crotch of her black knickers, her lips tingled as a brief but audible hiss erupted from between her legs. As the urine shot out from her desperate body, it immediately soaked into her knickers before spraying through them, the thin fabric unable to absorb the sudden surge. With pee cascading around her fingers, she sat bolt upright and clenched tightly, holding her breath and grimacing as the flow began to taper off, stopping completely after a second or two. Feeling it dribble down between her cheeks, she shuddered violently, another trickle breaking free before she managed to clamp it off completely. “Oh God, you need to get us there, right now,” Megan whimpered, tears in her eyes at the prospect of facing her work colleagues with wet shorts. Obligingly, Sarah squeezed the accelerator as Megan inspected the damage, still on the verge of an unmitigated accident. Willing to try any position to prevent any more leaks, she drew both legs up and twisted herself so she could rest her heels on the frame of the window. Finding it surprisingly comfortable, she extended her legs so her feet were poking through the opening, almost brushing against the dense hedgerow that was racing past just inches from the wing mirror. With the cool breeze blowing up her legs, the wet patch on her shorts quickly started to feel cold and icky against her skin. Having seemingly left all traces of civilisation behind them, the tight narrow roads opened up into an undulating desolate landscape. The high peak of one of the moors many tors loomed large in the distance, partially shrouded in a veil of light swirling mist. In constant motion, Megan wriggled as the car slowed to make a hairpin turn, the engine humming as Sarah shifted down a gear before accelerating out of the corner. Nestled between a pair of rolling hills, their boss’s vast estate finally came into view. Trying to make herself look less conspicuous, Megan reluctantly drew her legs back inside the car. Feeling instantly on the brink of soaking her shorts again, she continued her one-handed massage of her pee hole and squirmed furiously. Meanwhile, Sarah marveled at the estate; it was just like something out of one of those old movies she enjoyed watching with Megan. The long, winding road from the gate to the main house was lined with tall trees taking them past immaculately trimmed lawns and lush, colourful gardens before leading to a large ochre yellow stone mansion with a light grey crushed stone semi-circular driveway in front, where a number of vintage automobiles from the 1940's were parked. However, a small sign directed them to keep going around to the back, where they could see several cars of modern manufacture. As they drove around to the side, Megan could just make out the shape of what appeared to be a huge swimming pool out back inside of a glass pool house structure, unfortunately... she really didn't want to be thinking about water at the moment. Sarah, on the other hand, was more interested in the wrecked vintage car being loaded carefully onto a trailer by a rather handsome young man wearing a navy blue coverall and cap, a pair of goggles dangling from a worn oxblood coloured leather strap around his neck. His brown hair was a bit long to fit entirely under his cap, and he had a thin moustache adorning his upper lip, giving him a strong resemblance to the gypsy swing guitarist Django Reinhardt. As Sarah pulled her Mercedes sedan up next to the trailer and rolled down her window, she could see that the car was a 1940 Coachcraft Roadster; or rather, it had been once, before being contorted into the still-smoking pile of twisted steel being winched lovingly onto the trailer by the young man as he stood there shaking his head and muttering. "Ruined... 'ee keeled you, ma cherie, 'ee keeled you... quel salaud." "Oh, my goodness, was someone killed in the accident?" Megan asked anxiously as she got out of the car, still slightly spasming and totally desperate for a wee now that she was finally standing upright. She didn't believe it was possible, but the need had actually grown even more urgent now that they had arrived at their destination, and she could think of nothing except relieving her bulging, filled to bursting bladder. Megan really didn't know how much longer she could hang on; she had just about reached the absolute limits of her capabilities, but she simply couldn't wet herself, not here, not now. Megan prayed for a miracle, but none seemed to be forthcoming, so she merely gritted her teeth, clenched her pc muscles as tight as she could, and clamped her long thighs together, hoping all the while she wasn't being too obvious. "Oh, pardon me, Madame," the young man said. "I was only talking to myself. Ze driver ees alright... ze car, par contre... mon Dieu, quel gachis."A tall, thin, elegant woman wearing a classic charcoal grey Chanel suit suddenly emerged from the pool house, and spoke to the man loading the car onto the trailer. "Renchin, I see that Lord Daghly has managed to destroy yet another expensive automobile. And how did he himself fare, might I be so bold as to inquire?"
"Madame Daghly, 'ees Lordship 'as only a few scratches-""A pity, that," the perfectly made up and coiffed woman interrupted, with a toss of her thick, wavy platinum blonde tresses. Her tone seemed quite cold to Sarah, and it was unclear whether she was referring to her husband's injuries or their minor nature. Then, as if noticing Megan and Sarah for the first time, she said, "Oh, wonderful. More guests have arrived, it seems. Renchin, would you please let Cervin know?"Turning to the girls, Lady Daghly gave them a good looking over, taking in poor Megan's squirming, disheveled, and desperate state at a glance. Meanwhile, Megan tried to hide the rather large wet spot on the seat of her shorts, but to no avail. "Tell him he'd best come quickly," she added, looking back at the man she called Renchin with an amused smile now showing at the corners of her thin-lipped mouth as he headed towards the manor at a trot. Then she turned to the girls in front of the silver Mercedes sedan once more."Good evening, ladies, and welcome to our home. I am Lady Daghly, and you must be Ms. Morgan and Ms. Parker." Lady Daghly continued on, "Our butler, Cervin, will be with you momentarily to see to your things and escort you to your rooms." She smiled at Megan, saying, "Don't worry, he shan't be long in arriving. You must excuse me; I have some details to attend to pertaining to our supper, but I will certainly see you then. " She turned sharply on her heels and rapidly headed back in the direction of the large manor house. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
As promised, here's the next chapter of desperation, posted while desperate, and desperately hoping
that you will enjoy it !
CHAPTER 2
WET AND MILD
Although it had felt like an eternity to Megan, it was actually only a few minutes until a tall, stately gentleman's gentleman appeared, wearing a rather old-fashioned outfit; medium grey chalk-striped trousers and a black cutaway jacket over a starched white shirt and dark grey waistcoat, with a silk cravat adorning his neck. His immaculately polished black shoes were covered partially by a set of light grey spats with onyx buttons. “I am Cervin, Madam,” he said, inclining his head first to Megan and then to Sarah as he said, “Madam... please be so kind as to open the boot, and I will take your things and escort you to your rooms.”
As Sarah pressed a button on the key fob, the boot clicked and swung open automatically. Keeping a close eye on Megan, she saw her give a little shudder before curtseying and drawing a sharp breath through clenched teeth. Wondering if she’d just leaked, Sarah smiled to herself and exhaled, mesmerised by the less than subtle show that she was being compelled to perform. No one else on Earth could ever match up to her, Sarah mused, losing herself momentarily in the overwhelming beauty of her loved one. Meanwhile, a distressed and utterly bursting Megan glanced around, flitting her eyes this way and that, desperately searching for any sign of a bathroom. As Cervin walked slowly past and began to retrieve their travel bags from the boot, she turned herself towards him in an attempt to hide the wet patch on the back of her shorts. Blushing, she felt her face flush with heat as another small trickle of wee left her panic-stricken body, oozing into her knickers and warming her crotch. Catching Sarah’s gaze she widened her eyes, sending a silent SOS signal as she twisted her legs together. Bending over at the waist, she pressed her pert bottom up against the side of the car to steady herself, vehemently grinding together the tops of her thighs as she wriggled on the spot. Struggling to resist the temptation to give her wee hole an urgently needed squeeze, she chose instead to dig her sharp fingernails into the sides of her legs, panting softly, each inhalation of breath sweet torture to her. She knew from experience that once she had reached the stage of nearly constant leaking, it wouldn't be much longer before she would be overwhelmed by her now almost irresistable urgent need; the only question now was would she manage to find a bathroom in time, or wouldn't she? Oh God, there must be somewhere, anywhere! It’s all about to come out! Megan screamed to herself in the privacy of her own head. The image of the swimming pool she’d seen on the drive in flashed into her mind, and she contemplated sprinting for it and just diving in, at least then no one would see her completely embarrass herself. Just as the rather absurd thought began to seem a very viable option, she heard the trunk slam shut. Quickly standing up as straight as the bulging balloon of urine in her abdomen would allow, she untwisted her legs and tried to look casual, but failed spectacularly. “If you would be so kind as to follow me,” Cervin said quietly as he motioned towards the house, taking in Megan’s disheveled demeanour, moist brow and anxious expression at a glance. How odd, he thought to himself, before hesitating and turning towards her. The poor girl seems badly in need of a little relief... I wonder how long she's been obliged to hold it for ? “Pardon me for asking Madam, but are you feeling quite alright?” he said, feigned sympathy oozing from his tone. Standing with her legs uncrossed was proving to be her biggest challenge yet, and she was feeling exposed and vulnerable at the sudden loss of external pressure on her wet, trembling nether regions. Feeling yet another trickle of warmth make its way into the thin cotton lining of her panties, she shuddered, a crushing sense of embarrassment preventing her from replying. Detecting an awkward situation developing as the seconds ticked on, Sarah interjected. “She’s fine, it’s just been a long journey,” she said, shooting Megan a cheerful smile. Megan glared back at her, her smouldering green eyes meeting Sarah’s as they exchanged a look which spoke thousands of words, some of them not very ladylike, either. The two girls gazed into each other’s eyes for a little while longer than appropriate while in polite company, and Cervin dutifully trundled off with their luggage, his keen sense of observation and decorum telling him it was probably best to leave them to it. "Please be so good as to follow me," he said, without so much as a glance back at them. “Just two more minutes, hold on for me, OK?” Sarah whispered once Cervin was out of earshot, knowing even then that another two minutes was probably well beyond her lovely Megan’s capabilities. Megan’s lustful gaze turned into a frown, followed quickly by a look of utter despair as her bladder throbbed against her failing sphincter. Providing just a second of reassurance, Sarah took her hand and squeezed it tightly before letting go, beckoning her to follow as she began to talk away. With Cervin’s back to her, she finally dared a tight grab of her crotch, needing a moment to compose herself before attempting to follow behind. Feeling her shorts damp against her skin, her privates tingled then spasmed as she squeezed, urine transferring to her fingers as she toyed with herself. Why does it always feel so good to be in this predicament? she wondered. Gently pushing herself from the car with her bum, she trotted after Sarah, not daring to take anything more than the tiniest of steps. But even with tiny steps, she was incapable of stopping another small squirt of pee bursting past her fatigued muscles. Erupting from her urethra, it sprayed briefly from between her lips, soaking through the already saturated material of her knickers and shorts. Several small rivulets of wee started a rapid descent down the inside of her thighs, and as the half second stream stopped as abruptly as it had started, she wiped away the evidence with a trembling hand. With Cervin leading the way, they walked through a grand entryway and found themselves in a large hall, a majestic sweeping staircase rising from the centre of the room and dividing into two, one side serving the east wing of the enormous residence, the other the west. With Megan bringing up the rear and the last to walk, or rather squirm, across the threshold, she immediately scanned the room in a blind panic, desperate to find somewhere to release. A toilet, a sink, a plant pot, Sarah’s mouth, anywhere would be perfect as long as it wasn’t into her shorts right where she was standing. With an acute sense of embarrassment now the only thing preventing her from losing the very tenuous grip on her PC muscles, she panted erratically, trying desperately to hold in the wee for a few more moments. Only just resisting the urge to break down in tears, she wriggled as she walked, her whole world centred on her quivering pulsating pee hole, and the strangely blissful feeling of her aching bladder. Even though the trio immediately began to ascend the staircase which led to the west wing of the manor, they were moving far too slowly for Megan’s liking. With the stinging ache surging through her bladder, it coursed downwards on every footstep, her now relentlessly dribbling womanhood tingling in anticipation of her release; a release that would very soon be involuntary, and would see all of her pent-up hot urine shooting out explosively from between her legs in the very near future, no matter whether she was able to find the loo or not. Come on, pleeeeease! I need a wee NOW! The thought was incessant, blanking out all else from her mind. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
Well, the wait is over... we've got another bit of the story ready, so here we go:
CHAPTER 3:
PRELUDE TO A HISSMegan trudged along behind Sarah and the butler; step by step, she gradually became intensely aware of her sodden knickers rubbing against her nether lips. As she climbed the stairs, that sensation was now intensifying the strange euphoric arousal she was feeling. Not knowing whether she was about to pee or have one of the most incredible orgasms of her life, she felt her intimate girly region throbbing and contracting as she struggled on. As they reached the top of the staircase, Sarah looked around and took in the grandeur of their surroundings. From this vantage point, she counted at least a dozen sets of mostly closed doors leading from this one room alone. How easy it would be to get lost in this place, she mused. Lavish furnishings adorned the vast expanse of the grand entrance hall, and various pieces of expensive looking artwork were on display as well. One piece in particular caught her attention, a sort of open bowl shape in smooth white plaster with a bright blue centre, traversed radially by several strands of string. The piece stood on a pedestal directly in front of her, with a plaque that read ‘ Sculpture with Colour. Hepworth, 1940.’ It seemed as if a single abstracted piercing blue eye with what appeared to be long blonde eyelashes across it, was staring back up at her own. It held her gaze for a moment before she was able to look away, and her eyes came to rest on a very flushed and squirmy looking Megan, who was presently pee dancing furiously on the spot. “Just one more minute, hold on, sweetie,” Sarah mouthed silently as she noticed a series of wet streaks on the inside of Megan’s thighs, and a rather large wet patch between her legs. I’m trying my best, but I’m not a bloody camel! It has to come out eventually, it always does! Megan thought, but knew better than to say it. The irony was that with her bladder bulging from her abdomen in such dramatic style, it shared many of the characteristics of a camel's hump, not least the vast amount of fluid being held tentatively just beneath the surface. As they started to proceed down a seemingly endless corridor, a crestfallen Megan felt her face burning with embarrassment as she shuffled dutifully behind, fresh beads of pee dribbling again down the insides of her legs. Visibly bending forwards, she suddenly and without warning felt another much longer jet of burning hot urine burst from her girlhood, spraying into her panties and warming her crotch. Stopping in her tracks she crammed both hands between her legs, double crossing them and tightly gripping her leaking pee hole, doing everything in her power to stop the flow. As she heard a sound akin to a gentle patter of water droplets hitting the ground, she clenched her muscles firmly, but only managed to regain partial control. With a series of rapid squirts following, it spluttered out, stopping and starting as she desperately fought to hold it all inside her for just a few more seconds. Knowing she had to get to a bathroom right this instant, she braved asking the question with a meek voice, something she knew Sarah would no doubt be extremely annoyed about. “Oh … Erm … I’m really sorry, but … oooh … you don’t happen to have a loo nearby that I could use?” Megan finally stuttered. But it was clearly too late for that now.
CHAPTER 4:
A RIVER RUNS THROUGH HERAs Sarah and Cervin both stopped to turn around, neither of them had the chance to respond before a continuous muffled hissing sound filled the airwaves.Sarah tried not to smile as she witnessed something she had come to live for, her ultimate fantasy and greatest turn on right in front of her eyes.It took Cervin a moment to realise the sound was emanating from inside Megan’s shorts, and he was briefly struck speechless as he realized that the lovely young woman in front of him was now peeing violently into her knickers.Megan could feel her trembling pink labia parting under the force of the stream, her body finally having completely succumbed to its desperate needs. As the urine squirted out, stopping and starting again briefly as she fought valiantly to hold the rest in, the sweet fragrance of feminine juices slowly filled the air. With the unmistakable aroma of hot fresh wee being imparted into the hallway, and then to the noses of her captivated audience, this was still only the start of her humiliation. With what felt like an entire reservoir still inside her, she felt the hot liquid fill every available space inside her knickers and shorts and spread up around her bottom before pouring down the inside of her legs, flooding into her boots and cascading to the carpeted floor of the hallway. Resigning herself to her fate, she was now powerless to do anything but relax her muscles totally, allowing the highly pressurised pee to surge from her body unrelentingly. Standing with her legs slightly apart, she bent over a little further and placed her hands on her knees, steadying herself as her legs wobbled, feeling as if they were about to buckle beneath her.Ten seconds … she was in ecstasy, and everything else around her had faded into irrelevance. She was focused completely on her body, on how she was feeling, on the pee that felt scorching hot and strangely very arousing against her skin. She watched the puddle forming around her feet, and the steam rising from the river as it cascaded down her legs. She closed her eyes, focusing on her bladder as it spasmed and contracted, desperate to empty as quickly as possible. Overwhelmed with emotion, her face flushed a crimson red as intensely exquisite sensations started building within her highly sensitive and excited sex. Just then, a tear began to roll down her cheek as the crushing embarrassment of the situation suddenly hit her.Fifteen seconds … still weeing forcefully and unstoppably, her bladder was yet to feel anything in the way of relief. She could picture in her mind their expressions of shock and pity as they watched her, but she dared not open her eyes to confirm the fact. She trembled and her knees felt weak, but another more pressing worry was suddenly in the forefront of her mind. The vibrations of the vigorous and powerful jet as it erupted from her lips felt heavenly, and her complete arousal exhibited itself as a tingling pleasure, a precursor to a full blown orgasm that she knew she had to avoid. OMG, she just couldn’t allow herself to come; wetting herself was mortifying enough, if she orgasmed now she would be sure to collapse in a quivering wreck onto the floor, and right into her puddle. Feeling her legs start to give way, she crouched down before she fell down, and covered her face with her hands. The hissing seemed louder now she was in a squatting position, but there was nothing she could do about that.Twenty seconds … with sopping knickers clinging to her sporadically pulsating and ever spurting vulva, the stream was still massaging her in the most pleasurable way imaginable. The warmth between her legs, the feeling of relief, the vibrations of the pee jetting from and against her womanhood and through her knickers, the oddly erotic public nature of her accident; they were all combining and about to blow her mind. She felt herself melting as gentle throbs of pleasure pulsed up from her girly parts and into her still incredibly tight and aching bladder. Knowing Sarah would be furious if she let the pleasure take hold, she desperately held back, relaxing her muscles as much as she could, but teetering on the brink of orgasm regardless. Panting through clenched teeth, she grimaced as she battled yet another of her body’s desires. Oh, it felt so good; it wouldn’t hurt to just let it go and orgasm just this once, would it?
She could say it was an accident and that she couldn’t hold it back. She thought about the various forms of ‘punishment’ she might receive from Sarah if she let it happen, but that just fueled her arousal all the more.Just as she had all but decided to let herself fall into the depths of a wonderful and blissful climax, she felt a tender arm drape around her shoulders. Startling her out of the trance, she looked around and straight into Sarah’s eyes, still weeing into her knickers like a little girl. She knew that Sarah knew that she wanted to come, she always knew everything, there was never any hiding anything from her. As a couple of more powerful pulses of pleasure shot through her body, she tipped almost over the edge, but caught herself just in time, only just about keeping the full force of a thundering orgasm at bay.Thirty seconds … somehow she had managed to avert a complete disaster and avoid toppling past that point of no return, and finally the stream was becoming slightly less forceful. With teary eyes, she looked down and was amazed by the sheer vastness of the puddle beneath her feet, and it was still expanding. Sobbing softly, watching the pee as it now shot straight through the crotch of her saturated shorts, she remembered the green tea lemonade she’d had in the car and cursed silently to herself.Well, it's my own fault, darn it!With her clitoris still tingling, demanding her urgent attention, the waves of pleasure began to recede as the stream slowed just a little more. Oh, how she longed to be touched down there now; it was agony holding it back…Forty seconds, and even longer still, the loud hissing went on for what felt like forever to Megan, before finally quieting down. Crouching there in shame at the end of it all, the insatiable aching pressure had finally relented and the torrential hissing had finally petered out. A few moments later, there was just a slow dribble as her bladder squeezed out its last remaining contents. Turning her face into Sarah's arms she began to sob again, partly from shame, but mostly because she was now feeling so extremely aroused and pent up.Suddenly snapping out of his trance, Cervin somehow managed to compose himself."Oh, my word! Are you quite alright, Madam?" the butler said with a concerned look on his face.
Poor Megan was now squatting in the middle of a surprisingly large man (or was that woman?) made lake of pee, so much of it that the carpet was shimmering where it simply couldn’t absorb the sheer volume of liquid."I'm... I'm so sorry..." she stammered, as her face burned beet red.Sarah just laughed softly and said, "Don't worry, this happens to her quite often. No reason for concern; she'll be okay.""If you say so, Madam, then I must believe you, for you know her better than I."Cervin blushed a bit as he said this, looking away from Megan discreetly as she continued to crouch down on unsteady legs, her soaked cargo shorts still dripping down into the puddle beneath her."Pardon me, but I must fetch our little Erica to clean up now. She will be here in but a brief moment; I must regretfully ask you to remain where you are until she arrives, please, Madam."The butler inclined his head, then withdrew. Helping Megan to her feet, Sarah held her tightly and steadied her."Why do I have to stay here?" Megan whined as petulantly as any little girl who had just wet herself in public might. She was mortified at the thought that someone besides Sarah would see her in her present condition."I guess he didn't want you tracking pee all over the hallway," Sarah replied, laughing."Don't worry, I'll stay right here with you, sweetie."Very soon a small girl with reddish brown hair and oval horn rimmed glasses perched on her tiny upturned nose appeared, wearing a rather revealing French Maid's outfit. A pair of sheer black stockings secured to a lacy garter belt peeked out from under her short black silk skirt and flouncy crinoline petticoats, and she wore uncharacteristically stylish high heeled shoes on her tiny feet. The scooped neckline of her tight black silk top was edged in delicate white lace, framing her small breasts, between which a small silver cross dangled from a thin silver chain. She wore a beautiful pointelle linen apron over her ensemble, and a tiny cap of the same fabric on her head.The pretty little maid was holding a tin bucket full of hot water in one of her pink rubber gloved hands and a large sponge in the other. In the crook of her left elbow was a bottle of Murphy's Oil Soap and a small towel was draped over her right forearm."Hullo, Ma'am, I'm Erica," the maid said cheerfully. "Where's this mess I'm supposed to clean up then?"Megan was quite embarrassed as she pointed down wordlessly towards her feet, but little Erica comforted her as she knelt down with her bucket and sponge to clean up the puddle, revealing just a bit of her black silk panties as she did. Megan's eyes instinctively fixated on them, and she briefly fantasised about what lay beneath the sleek material. Blushing an even deeper shade of red, Megan rather quickly averted her gaze; she knew she might literally never be allowed to pee again if Sarah caught her staring at Erica's pretty panties."Never you mind, Ma'am. The same's happened to me, and more than once, I can tell you." Erica spoke softly in her distinctively accented voice. "In fact, I'll wager there's not a man or woman alive what hasn't had a wee accident now and again," she said, giggling to herself at the intentional pun."I'm quite sure you're right, Erica," Sarah said, smiling. "Where are you from, if you don't mind my asking? It wouldn't be Essex, by any chance?""Yes, Ma'am, it would. I'm from Chelmsford, and you can't get much more Essex than that, really."As she spoke, the small girl busied herself sopping up hapless Megan's puddle and then thoroughly scrubbing the carpet with her oil soap soaked sponge before placing it rather carefully back into the tin bucket. With the towel, she dried the carpet as best she could and then without looking up, proceeded to wipe Megan's boots dry as well, handling her as one might a thoroughbred mare. Then she peeled off her rubber gloves, and laid them and the towel over the side of the bucket very carefully as well."Will Cervin be returning to show us to our rooms?" Sarah asked Erica."Cervin is seeing to the next guest, Ma'am; he asked me to show you to your assigned rooms, Ma'am," she chirped brightly as she stood up.Sarah instinctively reached for her travel bag, but the little maid stopped her."I'll take those, Ma'am; don't you worry, I'm stronger than I look," she said, easily lifting both of their travel bags with one hand. "Would you please be so kind as to follow me?"Megan was still too embarrassed to say anything at all; the best she could manage was a mute nod in the affirmative as Erica effortlessly carried their bags just a short distance down the hall before setting them down between two adjacent doorways."This one's yours, Ma'am," she said, addressing Megan. She turned the handle and gave the door a gentle push to open it; however, the door wouldn't open."Perhaps it's locked?" Sarah said."Oh, no, Ma'am, not locked at all; none of the inside doors are ever locked, Ma'am. I think it's just stuck... would you allow me, Ma'am?"Erica then twisted the doorknob firmly, and with a hard shove she pushed the door open."There you go, Ma'am. It's an old house, it is, Ma'am, and we often encounter a stuck door here and there."Erica paused before the next door in the hallway and spoke to Sarah as she opened it."This is your room, Ma'am," the small girl said before adding, "There's a connecting door between these two, I seem to remember."She sounded as if she was musing to herself, but then a sly glance she gave towards Megan gave Sarah reason to believe that the young girl had guessed correctly as to the nature of their relationship."His Lordship requests that during your time here, you please wear the clothes he has provided for you in the wardrobes of your rooms. He hopes that they will fit properly, and that they will be to your liking."The little chambermaid smiled as she said this, placing Megan's bag on the floor next to the large wardrobe she had just mentioned. She carried Sarah's bag through the connecting door, and left it open behind her as she put that bag down next to the matching wardrobe closet in the adjoining room."Begging your pardon now, but I must be off, Ma'am. Much to do, much to do," she said, pushing her spectacles back up from the end of her little button nose where they had slid while she was on her knees. She gave a small curtsey, picked up the bucket with the towel and gloves and the bottle of oil soap, and was quickly on her way back downstairs, happily humming a little tune to herself."Well, you needed to change anyhow," Sarah laughed, looking at sweet Megan standing there sheepishly, her khaki cargo shorts still dripping ever so slightly."Come on, let's see what we're supposed to wear to supper."(TO BE CONTINUED)
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CHAPTER 5:DRESSED TO THRILL"Oooh, I simply love this dress," Megan cooed, so happy and excited now as she flipped through all of the beautiful vintage clothing items inside the large wardrobe, quickly forgetting her quite recent embarrassment and humiliation.
A small pile of clothes lay at the foot of her bed, a pair of wet shorts and saturated black knickers delicately topping the stack. Sarah watched her lover's pert bare bottom wiggle as she browsed, her entirely naked form both breathtaking and hypnotic.Megan’s uncanny ability to switch moods was remarkable to Sarah, and it was one of the things she loved best in her.The dress in question was actually quite lovely, Sarah had to agree as Megan pulled it out of the wardrobe on its wooden hanger and laid it carefully on the bed.It was navy blue chiffon, sleeveless, with a high neckline, a fitted top with a high collar and a full gathered A-line skirt over a silk lining, the two sections separated by a cummerbund-like pleated belt at the waist. She looked at it and grinned in delight before padding back over to the wardrobe and rifling through some more."These are so cute! OMG, I love them!" Megan exclaimed, holding up a pair of old fashioned high-waisted sheer lace peach colored knickers with garters attached.Sarah couldn't help but agree once more, noticing how the color really set off her lover's fair skin.As Megan stepped into them and pulled them up her shapely legs, she had to shimmy, wriggle like a squirmy little worm, and tug at the tight, stretchy fabric rather fiercely in order to get them past the curve of her hips and bottom, although she was of slender build.Suddenly Sarah could see the appeal of this type of underwear; it may have been totally impractical and unsuited to the modern lifestyle, but it was certainly not without its charm!Then Megan sat at the vanity with both of her long legs off to one side of the chair, and looking into the large mirror, she leaned slightly forward as she pulled the matching bustier up over her pert, pink nippled breasts, seating them in the formed cups of it."Would you do me up, please?" Megan asked Sarah, giving her a flirty look from under her bangs as she stood up and turned her back to her, holding the two sides of the bustier in her hands.Sarah began to attach the hook and eyelet closures slowly, deliberately taking her time and savouring the moment. Leaning in closely and breathing in the beautiful girl's scent, the urge to plant a kiss on her was almost overwhelming, but she resisted, somehow.Feeling Sarah's hot breath on the side of her neck, Megan shivered a little in delight, goose bumps rising on her skin and her nipples standing firm, pressing into the material of the bustier.When the closures had all been fastened, Sarah admired her lover's beautiful form. Never had the curves of her exceptional figure been set off so nicely as they were now... she was simply stunning!"Megan, those classic pin-up girls have nothing on you, save possibly a couple of extra pounds here and there," Sarah said with a smile. Seeing her lover looking so fetching, she couldn't resist giving Megan a playful smack on her lovely bottom, encased as it was in those incredibly tight lace panties."Ohhh!" Megan gasped.The unfamiliar sensations of the vintage undergarments on her body were voluptuously sensuous and she was already aroused from the mere act of putting them on; her slick girlish juices were starting to dampen the unlined crotch of the lacy knickers she was wearing, but now that firm slap on her bottom had her oozing with heightened delight.
Of course, added on top of that was the familiar feeling of her near-incessant need to pee.
OMG, she had wet herself fully only just a short time before... but after such a long hold, her muscles were always so weak, and she was prone to subsequent accidents."Sarah, please, I really need to..." she said softly before her voice trailed off.Megan needed to pee again, and she needed to have an orgasm badly now as well. It was hard for her to tell which she needed more urgently, but Sarah made the decision for her as she got down on her knees in front of her and began to caress Megan's tightly sheathed bottom through that pair of sheer lacy peach knickers. As her hand strayed down between Megan's thighs, and rose to cup her sweet womanhood through her panties, Sarah could feel the wetness already gathering there, and smell the delightful aroma of Megan in heat.Just as Megan began to respond to her caresses, trembling ever so slightly, Sarah suddenly stopped.“We really need to be getting ready, sweetie. There will be plenty of time for this later, I promise.”Keeping Megan in a state of desperate anticipation was one of Sarah’s favourite pastimes, and she was very good at it by now.Megan sighed in frustration, but knew there was no arguing the point in any way. Once Sarah had made up her mind, that was that, and her own wishes didn’t really enter into it. Quite frankly, there was a part of her that found it truly satisfying to be obedient, and to do just as she was told like a good little girl, at least as long as it was Sarah who was doing the telling.With a small shrug of disappointment, she turned back towards the vanity and sat down again, picking up a flat rectangular pink box that was laying on it. Removing the top, she found the box contained a pair of sheer black nylon stockings.Well, two can play at this game, Megan said to herself, a little smile on her lovely lips.She pulled a stocking out of the box, balled up a hand and thrust it into it so that her long sculpted fingernails wouldn’t snag the delicate nylon fabric, and then rolled the stocking around her hand. She languidly drew a leg up, pointing her foot like a ballerina so that she could put the stocking on it, and then unrolled it slowly up, up past her toned calf to her lean muscled thigh, smoothing it out with both hands after getting it positioned so that the seam in back ran straight up parallel to the line of her leg, then fastened it there firmly with the snaps of the garters.Meanwhile, Sarah had stopped her own preparations in order to watch Megan as she got into her stockings. It was almost as sensual as watching her undress, really, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of her lover for even a moment as the beautiful girl seated at the vanity repeated the operation with the other stocking now. Sarah could feel her own girl juices beginning to flow, creating a welcome damp stickiness down between her legs and making her want so badly to touch herself, but she wouldn’t give Megan the satisfaction of knowing she was getting aroused, not yet anyhow.The little minx, I’ll make her pay for this! Oh, she’ll be begging me to let her pee and make her happy before the night is through…Sarah smiled at the thought of the fun they would be having together later.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
Well, knowing little erica as i do, i'm pretty sure she won't get through the entire story without a 'wee accident' of her own !
But you'll have to be patient... in the meantime, here's the latest chapter of HBL:
CHAPTER 6: MEET THE FAMILY Sarah had chosen a dress for herself in an almost identical shade of navy blue to Megan's.The dress was sleeveless, just as Megan's was, but this one was a shift style with three decorative copper buttons on the left side of its asymmetrical foldover ascot-style collar, and also one on each side of the narrow belt which covered the gathered folds of fabric at the top and bottom.
Now, an hour and a half after they had arrived, and with both of them dressed in their beautifully complementary vintage outfits, the two girls were finally ready for the evening ahead. Megan was certainly ready to go find the bathroom, and she was more than a little miffed at least one of their rooms hadn't been furnished with an en suite. Looking at her watch and seeing it was almost eight o'clock, Sarah poured the remaining dregs from the last of the two bottles of complimentary water that had been left in each of their rooms, then handed Megan the glass. "We might as well finish this off, it's a shame to waste it, and I don't want any more." Sarah said, smiling. Megan wasn't sure Sarah had actually had any at all, but she drank it anyway, figuring they were bound to pass a bathroom on the way down to dinner. OMG, she certainly hoped they would, it was going to be a long and challenging evening if they didn't. Gulping it down and placing the glass gently on the side, they left the privacy and warmth of their interconnecting rooms behind, stepping through the threshold and out into the comparatively cool hallway. Giving a little shiver and pressing her thighs together, Megan felt suddenly exceptionally desperate. The urge to pee had abruptly rocketed from a tolerable but squirmy 6 or 7, to an eye watering (or should that be wee hole watering?) 9 or even 10 as the peak of the wave pushed her already exhausted muscles to their limit. Squirming and holding her breath, the urge thankfully passed as rapidly as it had come, but she seriously doubted she had the strength to wait until after dinner. “I wonder what the chances would be of finding a loo in this place. I know it’s an old building, but they must have them, surely!” Megan said, trying to ask as subtly as possible for permission to pee, but failing to actually ask at all. “I suppose there must be, somewhere. But we don’t have time to go hunting for one right now, we’re running late already.” Sarah said, shutting down the avenue of conversation and ensuring Megan knew exactly what lay in store for her over the next few hours. Looking down at the floor, Megan impulsively began to sigh rather loudly before catching herself, changing it into a feigned cough at the last moment to try and cover it up. She was worried that if she protested, she wouldn't be allowed to pee at all tonight, and that would really be a disaster! Dinner alone was certainly going to be a real test of her willpower and strength. As they began to walk down the corridor hand in hand, Megan felt a little anxious at the prospect of facing Cervin again. Oh, the shame! Approaching the scene of her earlier embarrassment, a dark damp blotch on the carpet ensured that Megan was instantly reminded of the circumstances of her humiliating accident, just a few hours previously. Looking sheepish and blushing brightly, Megan relived the mortifying moment in her mind, thinking about how amazing it had felt to finally just pee after desperately holding it in for such a long time. Her bladder still felt tender from that hold, and given the opportunity she’d have been for another wee long before now. She gave her tummy a reassuring rub in a bid to ease the uncomfortable fullness that was starting to plague her thoughts, a move not lost on Sarah. With her muscles feeling so weak, the mental image of her earlier loss of control was almost too much for her to take. Megan curtsied deeply as she stopped walking for a moment, crossing one leg over the other, before regaining just a little control and composure. Grinning inwardly to herself as she watched, Sarah squeezed Megan’s hand tenderly. The sight of her lover’s pee dance, albeit brief, was enough to spark the fire of arousal all over again, not that it had really been extinguished from earlier. Feeling the fluids of her arousal gathering in the one place she longed to be touched, she realised dinner was going to be much more fun than she’d originally anticipated.
Just maybe this weekend won't be such a waste of time after all! Sarah thought.
With a mischievous smile, she stepped into the spot where Megan had made her puddle earlier as they walked past, hearing it squelch under her foot as she did. Strolling arm in arm past a series of open doors that had been closed when they arrived, they were afforded brief glances into the inner workings of the mansion. Hoping to find the bathroom herself, if only to keep Megan away from it, Sarah peeked into each. In the very last room, there was a man seated at a desk, and a woman standing on his right side next to a filing cabinet. The man was wearing a light brown suit, and the woman, who was a very pretty brunette, had on a tight fitting slate blue dress with a white collar, which looked almost like a sailor's middy blouse. The window was open just a bit despite the chill of the evening air, and the curtains stirred slightly from a gentle breeze, which had also apparently blown a piece of paper off of the desk and onto the floor near the woman's feet. The woman was young, no more than in her mid to late twenties, while the man was at least a good thirty years her senior. The woman's right hand was resting on the open top drawer of the filing cabinet and she was looking down at the piece of paper on the floor as if she had just noticed it, while the seated man appeared to be unaware that one of the papers from the stack in front of him had just fallen. What made the scene both fascinating and eerie all at once was that there was a painting hanging on the back wall of the room, which must have been an office or study of some sort. The painting was a perfect reproduction of Edward Hopper's 1940 masterpiece, 'Office At Night', and it seemed to be almost exactly mirroring the scene that Sarah had glimpsed through the open doorway as the girls passed by without eliciting so much as a glance in their direction from the duo inside the room, who were obviously engrossed in their work. With not even a hint of a toilet anywhere however, they eventually reached the top of the stairway. Suddenly, Sarah felt an uncharacteristic uneasiness, as if she were being watched, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Glancing quickly behind her, she shivered as she made visual contact with the big blue eye, as she had come to call it. That sculpture... it really was quite unnerving for some reason. She gave Megan's hand another gentle squeeze, although this one was more to reassure herself, if she had to be quite honest about it. As they ambled down the grand staircase from whence they arrived, Megan seemed almost to glide she was so graceful. In reality, her light footfalls were to ensure she didn’t jolt the contents of her full bladder into the curiously sensual material of her knickers. The distant sounds of people chattering and laughing could be heard somewhere still out of sight, and Sarah took one last opportunity to drink in the sight and smell of the beauty on her arm. In response to a cool breeze drifting gently up the staircase, Megan’s dress billowed slightly, gracing Sarah with a glance at her gorgeous toned calf muscles flexing as she descended the staircase, wrapped like a Christmas present in those sexy stockings. In the same instant her sweet, dark and exquisitely intoxicating perfume, Opium by Yves Saint Laurent, drifted through the air, triggering an involuntary swoon of desire. Feeling hot and jittery from arousal, Sarah could barely contain her exhilaration as images of the wonderful things they would be doing together later flooded into her mind. Let’s get this dinner over with as quickly as possible, both girls thought in unison, although for slightly different reasons. When the two girls reached the foot of the stairs they were met by Cervin, who quickly bowed his head formally so that both he and Megan were able to avoid meeting each other’s eyes. Blushing brightly yet again, Megan took a step back and tried to hide herself behind Sarah, desperately wishing she had powers of invisibility. “Your presence is requested in the salon, Mesdames,” he said, gesturing towards a set of large double doors at the other end of the hallway without looking up. “His Lordship asked me to make his excuses. He has some work to attend to, but he also asked me to tell you that he shall most certainly be joining you before dinner; in the meantime, you are to please make yourselves at home.” Finally daring to look up, he said, “Dinner will be served shortly.” Then he moved away, back in the direction of the kitchen, just as quickly as decorum would allow. Following her ears, Sarah strode confidently into the large salon with a very nervous, uncomfortable, and squirmy Megan on her arm. Megan was discreetly battling another sudden urge to wee right then and there, which would certainly have been inappropriate given the circumstances. Pausing for a moment inside the doorway, Megan stood as naturally and casually as the sudden and intensely desperate urge would allow, scanning the room for some familiar and friendly faces. Of the four people that were currently stood inside however, they recognised just two of them: Lady Daghly, whom they had met briefly on arrival, and one of the corporate vice presidents, the infamous Wan Yu Gigg herself. Wan Yu Gigg had somewhat of a reputation within the company for being what would be termed a 'hard ass' in American slang. She was certainly a no-nonsense person, and if there was anyone in the world Megan didn't want to have an accident in front of, it would be her. Having visited the manor previously, Wan Yu was quite aware of the unusual dress code, so she was attired in her own clothing, but her outfit was retro enough to fit right into the 1940 era. She was wearing a beautiful bespoke medium grey shantung silk women's suit, with a short fitted jacket and a tight skirt falling to just above her knees, and a white matte silk blouse underneath. Her shoes were by Maud Frizon, her wristwatch was a classic white gold Patek Phillippe, her eyeglasses were Armani. Her perfume was Caron Poivre, a fragrance that was strong and aggressive, with the smell of cloves, red and black pepper, and other spices... everything about her was elegant and expensive and obviously, although not ostentatiously, so. She was tall, over 6 feet tall in fact, and slender. Her long straight hair was almost jet black, but her skin was quite pale, with an ethereal, almost translucent quality. She had steel grey eyes, an oval face with a high forehead and rather full, sensuous lips which were painted with a very retro shade of shiny red lip gloss at the moment. Wan Yu's strangely exotic beauty could possibly be explained by the fact that she was the product of an Irish father and a half-Japanese, half-Chinese mother; but it truly needed no explanation; when she was in a room, most people simply found it difficult if not impossible to look at anything or anyone else.
As for her mind and her personality, it was said that she could speak ten different languages fluently, that she was a member of Mensa, and that she had an almost non-existent sense of humour. Wan Yu Gigg was deep in hushed conversation with a short, squat little fireplug of a man who was making a real effort not to stare at the statuesque beauty's chest, despite the fact that her rather prominent breasts were right in front of his eyes. The man had a bald head and he was wearing thick glasses with heavy black frames. For some reason, he reminded Sarah of an Asian version of the singer Elvis Costello, and she laughed to herself as the thought flitted through her mind. Wan Yu and he were discussing some very esoteric IT type of thing in terms that were so utterly incomprehensible to Megan it sounded almost as if they were speaking a foreign language. The one thing she could make out clearly was that they kept saying "I pee" to each other over and over again, but that couldn't really be it, now, could it? In any case, she really didn't need to be reminded of any kind of urge at this point. Feeling her brimming bladder straining against her weak and quivering muscles, she crossed her legs tightly to help prevent yet another embarrassing situation from becoming a grim reality. Getting through the next hour or so was going to be quite the challenge, she was sure of that now. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 8: TABLE MANNERS The diners had been seated at their assigned places around the dinner table when their host rose to his feet and called for their attention. They all turned towards him expectantly as he began to address the group. His voice was very soft and low, but his accent and vocabulary were quite clearly upper class. Oxford, or Eton... possibly Harrow, Sarah mused. Definitely top drawer background and education, and no doubt about it! "You are probably all wondering why you have been gathered here for the weekend. Well, I have decided to take the company in a new direction, and we will be expanding into a new market for us," said Lord Daghly. "I am assembling the team that will make this possible, and all of you are candidates for various positions on that team. I say 'candidates', because it is how you will all conduct yourselves this weekend which will determine your aptitude, competence, and general suitability to the positions for which you are being considered." Megan wondered whether she would be considered suitable for any position at all if she wet herself in front of her bosses. Beneath the table her legs were bobbing furiously, but somehow from the waist up, she still managed to appear calm and composed. Her hands were clasped together in front of her, resting on the table top, in a pose that suggested she was entirely captivated by what Lord Daghly was saying to them all. In actual fact, her mind was firmly on her heavily burdened and rapidly filling bladder, and on preventing its contents from spilling out all over the place. The man could very well have been discussing plans for world domination beginning with the usual invasion of Poland, and she'd have still been smiling sweetly at him. As Cervin leaned over and nudged her out of her little trance, he proceeded to fill her glass with red wine, having completely failed to ask if she actually wanted any or not. Deliberately and fixatedly looking forwards to avoid eye contact with him, she found herself gazing instead into the incredibly pretty but utterly terrifying grey eyes of Wan Yu, who was now looking back at her with a bemused yet vaguely contemptuous expression. At once Megan felt something stir deep within her soul, something she had only ever felt with Sarah until now, and they looked into each other’s eyes for just a little too long to remain comfortable. She managed a little embarrassed smile before looking away, and then mumbled a hushed "Thank you" to Cervin as he moved on. OMG, is it possible for me to feel any more like a little girl right now? she thought. Out the corner of her eye, she could see Wan Yu still staring at her, and she took a sip of the wine just to have something to distract herself from the fact. Pleasantly surprised by its bright fresh flavour, she glanced at the bottle in Cervin’s hand, and saw that it was her favourite, a 2009 vintage Beaujolais. As the butler moved around Sarah and began to pour the wine into her glass, she noticed something quite strange. While the rest of his gloved right hand was curled around the wine bottle, for some reason his middle finger remained extended in a manner which would have struck Sarah as quite rude if it had been intentional. How odd, she thought to herself, before returning her full attention to His Lordship, who was still addressing them all. "Yes, this is a sort of test you will be taking. I wish you all good luck, for each of you has come highly recommended to me," he said. Although Megan was trying her best to concentrate on what Lord Daghly was saying, at that very moment her bladder was giving another major spasm of discomfort. Still feeling herself under the stern and watchful gaze of Wan Yu, Megan felt herself withering. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she desperately wanted to look as natural as possible, but the overwhelming urge to pee that was currently raging within her was in obvious and direct conflict with that. Nevertheless, she made the effort to relax just a little. Stopping her legs from bobbing and taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the fact that she would be stuck here for at least another hour, if not more. In the moment that followed, just as a little jet of wee shot from her body to dampen the crotch of her panties, she tensed up again, resuming the ferocious jiggling of her legs unabated. OMG, relaxing even a tiny bit really wasn't an option! It was incredible how one's priorities could do a complete 180 in a single heartbeat (or rather, in a single desperate squirt from one's wee hole). Oh god, please not now! Hold it! she shrieked inside her head, holding her breath until the wave had subsided a fraction. With her hands trembling from the sudden rush of adrenaline that almost wetting yourself in public gives you, and still under the incessant gaze of Wan Yu, she gently placed the wine glass that she was still holding back onto the table. Giving a little involuntary shiver as she struggled to hold in another squirt that was already teetering on the brink of escape, an extraordinarily desperate and squirmy Megan wriggled to the edge of her chair. She was resolute that she was absolutely not going to have an accident at the dinner table, no way! The humiliation was too much to even contemplate. Coming to sit with her torso tightly against the table top, she hoped her legs were now tucked completely under and out of sight of her fellow diners. It may not have looked particularly natural to be sitting in such a way, but it would at least allow her the opportunity of giving herself a much needed squeeze, and hopefully without broadcasting the fact that she was in dire need of a wee to the entire room. She quickly ran a hand up the inside of her thigh beneath her dress, and pressed her fingers into the now warm and damp material of her knickers. OMG, that's much better! she thought to herself, breathing a little sign of relief as her fingers massaged her pee hole. "As for your clothing and your surroundings, we live here as though it were still 1940, but as if we were in the USA. It is a particularly interesting time and place for me, a time of rare elegance, opulence and abundance, quite unlike the deprivations we were already beginning to experience here in England due to the war." Daghly continued, in an even softer voice, "Yes, those were very desperate times for us indeed." Megan felt another little burst of heat inside her panties, and her fingers moistened as he said those words. 'Desperate times indeed', I know that feeling... Lord Daghly spoke with an almost wistful tone in his voice, and Megan noticed that Wan Yu was at last giving her attention back to him. Relieved, although not in the way she truly needed to be, she tried to concentrate on the matter at hand (and not the hand that was currently massaging her privates beneath the table). "I lived through all that as a child, but now choose to relive that era in a more pleasant manner. I trust that you will not find it too unpleasant to indulge me in this." "What about our laptops and mobile phones?" the small Asian gentleman asked. "Will we be able to use them?" "As these things did not exist in the aforementioned era, I would simply ask that you refrain from their use while you are guests here at the manor. I hope sincerely that you will all abide by my wishes." He sounded rather more stern as he said those last words, Sarah thought. “And now, shall we dine?” he asked, looking at his wife. Lady Daghly nodded her agreement. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 9: SPEAK LOW “You may begin serving, Cervin,” Lady Daghly said, cueing the start of the meal.Megan nudged Sarah as she giggled softly at that.“Stop being so silly,” Sarah scolded, although she actually found it pretty funny herself. Hansom, who was seated on the other side of Megan, smiled however, and gave her a little wink, letting her know he had gotten the joke also. The small, bespectacled Asian man who had been conversing with Wan Yu Gigg earlier looked over to their side of the table and said, "I'm sorry, we haven't met yet. I'm the Chief Systems Analyst and Director of Computer Operations; Mao Tse Undalingg is the name."His English was precise, his accent faint and hard for Sarah to determine, although she had quite the ear for it. "Sarah Morgan, and this is Megan Parker," Sarah said in reply. "Where are you from, Mr. Undalingg? I detect a slight accent, but I can't place it.""I am originally from Tibet, Ms. Morgan. Educated in England, however, and I have resided here ever since my days at university." "Then you are a virtual Sherpa of Information Technology, aren't you?" Sarah quipped."I am indeed," the man across the table said in reply, smiling broadly now.The meal was both delicious and sumptuous and the conversation was witty and urbane; with Sarah on one side and Hansom on the other keeping up a steady stream of jokes and commentary, Megan almost even forgot about her desperate state for a while, and was now distractedly drinking frequently from both her wine and water glasses. Meanwhile, Sarah discreetly made sure that Cervin kept refilling both of Megan's glasses every time they became even half empty, making it impossible for her to keep track of how much she had actually consumed. The pretty young woman Lady Daghly had referred to earlier as Ms. Hohl was seated across the table from them and to the far right, and she took the opportunity to introduce herself now. Her voice was soft and musical, with an unmistakable Irish lilt to it. "Hullo, I'm Firenda," she said with a charming smile. "Firenda Hohl." Megan and Sarah exchanged a glance at that before introducing themselves in turn, as did Hansom, who seemed quite unable to keep his eyes off of the lovely brunette, even with the stunning Wan Yu sitting almost directly in front of him."Firenda; that's an unusual name; I don't think I've ever heard it before," Hansom said, looking across the table at her intently. "It's not really a name at all," Megan said with a tipsy little giggle. "It's more of a description." Wan Yu smiled just a little now at Megan's remark. "What do you mean?" Hansom queried. "Well, the word 'renda' in Portuguese means income, or revenue... and Fi is often used as a short form of Fidelis, which in Latin means faithful, or loyal." Megan smiled at the girl across the table from her as she spoke. "So your name could be interpreted as 'dependable moneymaker.' " Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing at this point, but it looked as if the frosty and formidable Wan Yu was actually smiling outright at Megan now, impressed with her linguistic prowess! "A dependable moneymaker, eh? Well, that makes you every businessman's dream, then, doesn't it?" Hansom smiled at Firenda, and they both laughed now. Hansom was actually feeling a bit envious of Mao Tse, who had had the good fortune to be seated between the two lovelies, Firenda and Wan Yu. Although quite frankly, the latter was far too intimidating for the average man to handle, Hansom Swain was no average man. And ironically, the proof of it to Sarah was that he remained focused on Firenda, despite Wan Yu's striking good looks and her superior position within the company, where a lesser man would have made a right fool of himself flattering and fawning over the exotic beauty to no avail. Sarah's unerring 'gaydar', as she liked to call it, had never failed her; for example, it had let her know about Megan before she had even realized it herself. Now it was telling her that Wan Yu Gigg had no use for any man, other than as a means to advance her career. She's a lesbian through and through; it takes one to know one, as the saying goes, Sarah thought to herself. It's easy enough for me to tell... but how does HE know? she wondered. Meanwhile, Wan Yu leaned over across the table towards Megan and said, "I'm-", but before she could finish... "Oh, I know who you are," Megan interrupted. "You're Wan Yu Gigg."Megan couldn't bring herself to look into those beautiful steel grey eyes, so she lowered her head demurely. "You have quite an interesting name yourself; ‘Wan’ is of Chinese origin and it means 'Gentle,' or 'Gracious', while the name 'Yu' is of Japanese origin and it means 'Kind', or 'Tender''. So, according to your name, you are gentle and tender." Wan Yu gave a hearty laugh at that and replied, "I'm sure most people who know me would not say that was the case, my dear. Au contraire..." but she smiled warmly at Megan now, there was no mistaking it.Unable to prevent herself from feeling a brief twinge of jealousy, Sarah now turned towards Megan and gave her the look Megan had come to call 'The Ray'… it was a discreet warning that she was overstepping her bounds and had better go back to being a demure and obedient little girl again immediately. Which, of course, she did...By the time they had gotten around to coffee and dessert, however, Megan was very tipsy and very desperate. Not only that, but with Sarah and Hansom on either side of her, and both Wan Yu and Firenda in front of her, there was a beautiful person there no matter which way she looked, and between that, her sensual underwear, her tipsiness and her need to pee, she was getting quite aroused as well. The only respite from the virtual assault of good looks around her was Mao Tse, but by the time the meal ended, she was so beside herself with desire that even he was beginning to look attractive to her. As Megan was gripping herself hard again under what she thought was the privacy of the table, Sarah looked down towards her lover's lap and watched momentarily as Megan pressed and prodded at the crotch of her damp knickers with renewed vigour.
If Megan was entirely honest with herself, however, that hand between her legs was no longer simply to help hold back her pee (although it was certainly still right there on the brink); it was also feeling pretty wonderful in other ways.Giving Megan another little nudge in the side, Sarah glared at her with wide eyes.
As the realisation dawned on Megan that she now wasn't being quite as discreet as she had been earlier, she immediately withdrew her fingers from between her shapely thighs as her cheeks reddened yet again. At the sudden loss of external pressure, several small spurts spluttered out before she could clamp them off. Bending forwards and pressing her thighs together, she smoothed down her dress over her legs, pretending that she couldn't feel a trickle of wee dribbling out of her at that very moment. Glancing around to see if anyone had noticed her wandering hand, she was thankful to see that Hansom's eyes were still fixated on the lovely Firenda, and she started to breathe a little sigh of relief; that was, until she noticed Wan Yu's wry and knowing smile. Oh God, that didn't just happen... Megan thought to herself, all too aware that it really just had. Over the low hum of general conversation, Lord Daghly suddenly made an announcement. "We shall now retire to the salon for after dinner drinks and a smoke, if anyone cares to do so." Hansom quickly rose from his place and nodded to Megan and Sarah in turn before crossing over to the other side of the table. He pulled back Firenda's chair as she stood, and then took her arm to escort her back to the salon. As the other diners rose from the table and also began drifting back to the salon for a round of after dinner cordials, Cervin and an ever-so-slightly squirming little Erica were standing ready to begin clearing the remains of the meal. However, Megan remained seated even as Sarah got up from her chair, fearing that any movement at all might result in her wetting herself uncontrollably at this point. "Are you coming, Megan?" Wan Yu asked, looking at her quite intently now. "We'll be along in just a moment," Sarah said. "You go on ahead." Wan Yu smiled another wry and rather cryptic smile, saying, "I'll see you later, then," before she went off to join the others in the salon. By now, Megan was not just a wee bit tipsy, and was once again thinking about making a dash for the loo… but then she realized that she still had no idea where one was located in this gigantic manor house. There was none in either of their rooms, she had noticed.
The manor was old and had probably been built back in the days of the chamber pot, but you would think that at some point they would have renovated, wouldn’t you? Poor Megan couldn’t really think very clearly at all at this point; her brain felt as if it was floating on the ocean of pee that seemed to be filling every bit of space inside her body. She started to perspire slightly with the effort of holding back the tide that threatened to engulf her at any moment now. Her bladder ached and her hands trembled as she fought valiantly against her most basic of needs, and just as she thought that the moment had come, as she was finally about to start weeing uncontrollably right there in her seat... Sarah grasped her hand firmly, and said, “Come on, let’s pay our compliments to the chef for that excellent meal, shall we? Cervin, would you please direct us to the kitchen?” “But… I really need to…” Megan stammered, blushing as she looked down. “Don’t worry, sweetie, this won’t take long, I promise.” Sarah smiled to herself again in anticipation of delaying the moment Megan would finally be allowed to pee indefinitely. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 10:IF YOU CAN'T STAND THE HEAT...Sarah wanted to give her compliments to the chef who had prepared such an excellent repast, so she had asked Cervin to show her to the kitchen.As she approached the door with an utterly bursting Megan in tow, however, she could hear a high pitched voice screaming from behind it."AAAUGGGGH, KETCHUP!!! NOT AGAIN?!!! I WILL TRULY KILL HIM THIS TIME, I SWEAR IT!!!"Just as she opened the door, a plate smashed up almost beside her head and fell to the floor as shattered pieces, the remains of the meal that was on it having scattered across the kitchen during its trajectory."Oh! Pardon me, Ma'am!" the cook exclaimed, rapidly recovering her composure, at least on the outside. "I had no idea anyone was coming in; I'm so sorry!""A miss is as good as a mile… think nothing of it." Sarah said, smiling, before continuing on. "Pardon me for disturbing you now, but I just wanted to take the time to tell you how much I enjoyed that meal, Mrs. Hudson. Everything about it was simply perfect, from the soup to the dessert course.""Why, thank you, Ma'am. It is quite nice to have one's efforts recognized and appreciated, I must say," the cook smiled at Sarah's effusive praise."It would be difficult, if not impossible, to be so capable without the benefit of formal training, I should think," Sarah went on, smiling back."Why yes, Ma'am; I am a graduate of Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, and I also worked at Chez L'Ami Louis as sous chef for ten years before entering private service with His Lordship." the cook replied proudly."Sous chef at Chez Louis? You don't mean to say that you are the former Ms. Selva Ware?" Sarah looked at the cook, who was fairly puffing up with pride at being remembered as she continued."I have had many excellent meals, for I do rather enjoy fine dining... but I had the great privilege of dining at Chez L'Ami Louis once during that time, and that meal was one of the most exquisite and memorable of my entire life!"As Sarah said these words, the cook beamed."To cook for such a connoisseur is always a pleasure, Madam, and to hear that someone like you has enjoyed one's cooking is the greatest of joys."Megan enjoyed a good meal as much as the next girl, and the 'next girl' in this case being Sarah, that meant she had enjoyed it very much indeed.However, at the moment she was in no mood to bubble effusively over the one she had just eaten. The copious amounts of red wine and water she had consumed along with her dinner and the coffee she had had with dessert were now percolating quite nicely inside of her, and she gave Sarah a nudge and a look which had become all too familiar to the both of them by now.Poor Megan was feeling the urge to wee almost as badly as when she'd wet herself earlier, and now she was a bit concerned that she wouldn't be able to get out of her tight dress and vintage underwear before it was too late."Yes, thanks, it really was super," she said, tugging gently at Sarah's arm.Megan's lovely green eyes were imploring her, Please, can we go now? One accident in public is quite enough for today, thank you very much!Sarah just couldn't help loving Megan all the more for her desperate state, and despite her lover's imploring glances, or perhaps even because of them, she was determined to make the moment last as long as possible."Well, I suppose we'd better be going... I'm sure you have lots to do," Megan said, hoping Sarah would get the not-so-subtle hint that she was perhaps only moments away from yet another humiliating public wetting."Actually, I was hoping Ms. Ware might give us the recipe for that wonderful dessert," Sarah grinned, using every delaying tactic she could think of.OMG... she doesn't even cook! Megan thought.She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs as tightly as she could, but she could still feel a small trickle of wee escape to dampen her knickers once again. Nonetheless, she obediently pulled her small tablet from her purse and was about to turn it on to take down the recipe when an alarmed-sounding Cervin stopped her, having arrived just then with another tray full of dinner dishes only to see Megan with an electronic device in hand."NO!" he exclaimed, startling Megan to the point where she almost wet herself fully right then and there. As it was, she lost her grip on the tablet and it dropped to the floor.After a moment, Cervin now said more calmly, "By order of Lord Daghly, Madam. I am truly sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you."Inconvenience??? Megan thought, Inconvenience?!!! I just about wee'd myself again all over your darned kitchen floor, is all!Still trying to conceal her now utterly desperate condition, she realised there was NO way she would be able to bend down to recover her tablet without wetting herself in her present state.
Luckily, Erica came to her rescue... the little maid appeared as if out of thin air and was already scooping up the fallen tablet and handing it back to Megan as she smiled sweetly at her, with a cheerful, "There you go, Ma'am!", still squirming in place ever so slightly herself.Sarah, being quite keenly attuned to such things by now, couldn't help but notice the cute little housemaid's desperate state.
OMG, she's pee dancing too! she thought as the young girl curtseyed just a bit with an almost imperceptible wiggle of her cute little bottom.It had certainly been a near thing for Megan, and she squeezed her thighs as tightly together as possible under her dress to prevent herself from losing it totally as she replaced the tablet in her purse with a soft and contrite, "Thanks… sorry, I forgot. Please forgive me."Curtseying in response for an inordinately long time as she said,"You're most welcome, Ma'am," little Erica was quite glad to have an opportunity to stop and cross her legs even if only for a brief moment. Nodding and murmuring "Much to do, much to do," the tiny housemaid then disappeared almost as swiftly as she had materialised.Turning to Sarah, Megan pleaded in a tiny, mournful voice, "Can we go now?""We'll have to take a 'rain check' on that recipe, I suppose," Sarah said to Mrs. Hudson with a sly smile.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As Sarah strolled slowly back towards their rooms, Megan shuffled along by her side, now beyond the realms of simply feeling desperate for a pee.
Her bladder bulged tightly inside her petite frame, and standing up straight was an impossibility without wetting herself totally. As it was, small trickles were intermittently dribbling and spurting from her, and she could feel brief bursts of heat inside her knickers whenever it happened. The warmth against her skin felt exhilarating, but she just had to hold on for a few minutes more, somehow. Her achingly full bladder was fuelling her arousal, and she hoped the reward for getting back to their rooms without losing it would make it all worthwhile.Passing the salon on the way, raised voices could be heard, and it became clear that some sort of business discussion was going on between Lord Daghly and Wan Yu Gigg. In fact, they seemed to be arguing vehemently.
"I can't agree with how you're proceeding; it's all moving much too fast, we need to slow down and consider all of our options, not rush into this business half-cocked!""I know you're not happy, Ms. Gigg. But it's a done deal; my decision's already been made.""There's more at stake here than just the obvious issue." Wan Yu's voice rose again as she became even more agitated. "You can't just decide this all on your own without consulting anyone, you know.""Actually, I can... and I have. This discussion is now over." Lord Daghly spoke firmly."We'll see about that," Wan Yu muttered to herself as she slammed the door shut behind her and strode off quickly in quite a huff. "That man gets me so angry sometimes I could just kill him, really!"Megan and Sarah exchanged a look, and Megan said, "OMG, she's really something, isn't she?"Sarah replied, "Yes, she's something alright... I'm just not quite sure what."Megan giggled. "You wouldn't be jealous, now, would you? I was just wondering...""Wondering what?" Sarah demanded, just a little bit cross that Megan had found her out."Oh, nothing... let's just get back to our rooms, okay?" Megan murmured, blushing again.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 11: A LIGHT DRIZZLE STARTS TO FALLSarah had just taken off her dress and was about to unfasten her nylons from the garter belt beneath her black satin and lace camisole when the door connecting their two rooms flew open, and a very desperate Megan burst in, still wearing her own dress and all the rest of her complicated lingerie underneath, squirming and pee dancing all the while. "OMG, I really need a wee so badly," Megan said, her voice just a low and very sexy whisper. "Where the bloody hell is the loo in this place, anyhow?" Normally she wasn't prone to such language; her words and tone would have been an unmistakable sign to Sarah of just how badly off poor Megan was at this point if her curtseying, double crossed legs, and frantic clutching hadn't already given that away. Nonetheless, there was another urgent need that was uppermost in Megan's mind at present: that bit of unfinished business from just before they had gone down to dinner! "Sarah, please... I need to..." Megan said, blushing and stammering, almost overwhelmed by the intense feelings engendered by her twinned needs. "I know," Sarah said with a smile. "Show me how badly you want it, sweetie. Dance for me now." It was time to make naughty little Megan pay for all of her infractions: the teasing, the flirting, the speaking out of turn... time to turn up the heat, as it were. OMHG... thank goodness I took those belly dancing classes, Megan thought to herself as she began to squirm and writhe and undulate even more sinuously with ever increasing speed while both her desire and her desperation continued to mount. Draping herself provocatively across the bed and leaning her head in her hand, Sarah settled in to watch the show. Never taking her eyes off of her lovely Megan, she watched the most furious and energetic pee dance she’d ever seen. Although she was now clasping her wee hole tightly with both hands, Megan couldn’t help but squirm desperately as she danced around the room just as if she had been commanded to amuse some sultan in his harem. "Lovely; that was just perfect," Sarah said, clapping her hands together softly in approval once Megan had finally finished twirling, although she still writhed and wriggled in place like the cute and squirmy little worm her urgent need had made of her. All was now forgiven; there was no way Sarah could ever be mad or upset with Megan for very long, she simply loved her too much for that to ever happen. "Now, come here and let me take care of making you happy, my little darling!" “Whatever you have planned, we need to be quick; I’m going to explode!” Megan whimpered breathlessly. “Not yet you’re not. You’ll hold it until I give you permission!” Sarah retorted with a cheeky smirk. The comment was met with a scowl of vexation, and right on cue, Megan felt her panties moisten as a trickle of warm liquid escaped her bladder and dribbled out from her quivering nether lips. “Ooooh, help me then … please! It’s coming out right now!” Sarah slowly swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood up, deliberately taking her time and savouring the moment. Her eyes never for a second left the vision of perfection stood wriggling right in front of her. Wrapping one hand behind Megan’s back, she pulled her in close, feeling her resist for only a second before she gave in to the commanding embrace. Tenderly caressing her cheek, Sarah inhaled Megan’s sweet breath before locking lips with her in a passionate and lingering kiss. Relaxing into it as much as her fraught body would permit, Megan almost managed to keep still, but kept her legs firmly crossed. As they caressed each other’s tongues slowly and deliberately, Sarah’s hands wandered to the side zipper of Megan’s dress and gradually inched it down, before turning her attention to the buttons at the top. Blindly but nimbly unfastening them one after the other, the dress fell away and dropped as far as Megan’s waist, her hand that was still steadfastly gripping her crotch preventing it from dropping it to the ground completely. Breaking away from the kiss, Sarah moved to Megan’s neck, licking and caressing her supple skin with her tongue before moving slowly up to her ear. Biting her earlobe playfully, she whispered, “No more holding yourself, ever; you belong to me, and only I’m allowed to touch you down there. Is that clear?” No longer her own woman but a desperate quivering wreck, Megan gave a little contrite nod of acquiescence as she obliged immediately and removed her hand from between her legs. As Sarah gave it a gentle tug past Megan’s hips, the dress continued its descent to the floor, falling into a neat ring around her feet. Getting desperate to satisfy the insatiable ache of arousal of her own sex, Sarah was torn between speeding things along and delaying Megan’s relief for as long as possible. As much as she loved seeing her in that beautiful bustier, she decided that she loved seeing her out of it even more. Returning to the kiss once again, the intensity and passion heightened with every passing second as they each sighed and moaned in unison. With both girls on fire, frantic for each other’s touch, their extreme arousal was manifesting itself as a warm wetness that dribbled from their engorged girlhoods, gathering and pooling into their underwear.As Sarah unfastened the hook and eyelet closures on Megan’s bustier, Megan began squirming again, feeling on the brink of a total unmitigated accident now she didn’t have the pressure of her fingers to stem the flow of urine. Having to pull away from the kiss or risk peeing herself right where she stood, Megan knotted her legs together and held her breath, not daring to do what she really wanted to do and just grab hold of herself again. Grinding the tops of her thighs together, she felt her labia rubbing against her sensitive throbbing clit as she squirmed around on the spot, desperate to hold on to her wee for a few minutes longer. Overwhelmed and on the verge of hysteria, Megan moaned loudly in desperation and ecstasy. Slowly peeling the lacy bustier away from her trembling body, Sarah unwrapped her lover like a Christmas present, relishing every single square inch of skin that she was gradually uncovering. Exposing her breasts and getting it down as far as her waist, Sarah started ardently kissing Megan’s hard erect nipples, flicking them gently with her tongue and rolling them around in her mouth. With Megan bucking and writhing from the exquisitely torturous sensations, Sarah tossed the bustier aside and then pulled away, choosing that moment to just watch her lover, drinking in her utter perfection as the desperate girl in front of her groaned in protest at the sudden withdrawal of stimulation. Coming to the realisation that she was going to have to uncross her legs so her knickers could be removed now, Megan grimaced in horror. OMG, I'm going to burst at any moment, this really isn’t going to work! she thought. Trying her utmost but trembling with the effort, Megan carefully adjusted her stance and somehow stood with her legs very slightly apart. Kneeling down in front of her, Sarah tugged the tight, stretchy underwear down just past the rounded curve of Megan’s hips and bottom, revealing the smooth moist folds of her womanly lips snuggled neatly between those lovely toned legs. Hesitating, Sarah’s heart quickened as she took a mental picture for her memory banks, a picture that would almost certainly be called upon when she was on her own and feeling naughty. “Hurry up … pleeeeeease …” Megan whispered, instinctively bending her knees again and pressing them together. “If you’d just stand still, I might be able to,” Sarah quipped, knowing full well that it would be virtually impossible, and might very well spell an abrupt and involuntary end to Megan’s hold. Doing as she was told like a good little girl, Megan regained a tiny morsel of composure and stood as still as she could, legs slightly parted, but trembling visibly all the while. Sarah slipped the tight lace knickers gradually down those stocking clad legs, and Megan’s heightened arousal was now plain to see. Her flawless wet lips glistened as Sarah leaned in closer, close enough to smell her heat and see her muscles twitching as she fought to hold in the ocean of pee that was stretching her bladder to its limit. As Sarah dropped the panties to the ground, Megan tentatively stepped out of them and exhaled in utter frustration, sheer determination and willpower the only things keeping her from wetting herself right at that moment. Reaching around behind Megan, Sarah began to caress her buttocks, feeling her shiver and shudder as she battled against the strongest urge to start weeing yet. As Sarah gently pulled her in closer, Megan stood almost over her, her legs forced further apart as she placed her feet either side of Sarah’s kneeling body. With Sarah softly running her tongue up the inside of her thigh just above her stockings, kissing and lapping at her skin as she went, Megan shivered and goose bumps raised up over her skin. “Touch me … please … I’m begging you” Megan whined, her utter desperation both to pee and have her girlhood caressed revealing itself in her small quavering voice. "Not yet, sweetie!" Sarah wanted to prolong her lover's ecstatic agony of anticipation a while longer. "You need to get into your nightie and get ready for bed now, my little girl." With a firm hand, she followed the curve of Megan's shapely bottom before giving it a nice slap to send her on her way back to her room to change. Poor Megan was so frantically desperate and aroused that Sarah had barely enough time to caress herself briefly before her lover returned wearing only a very revealing short, sheer white nightie that was barely long enough to cover her matching sheer white knickers, still squirming and pee dancing. As Megan approached her, Sarah could see that the wetness of her girlhood soaking through those lovely white panties had rendered them virtually transparent. She yearned to touch her now, and Sarah was quite sure that Megan was more than ready for her to finally do so. She eased the nightie up a little, and then slid Megan's knickers down just enough to allow her access to her lover's most intimate area before wrapping her arms around her thighs and pulling her close in towards her face. Feeling Sarah’s breath on her contracting and throbbing vagina, Megan edged forward desperate to feel Sarah’s tongue, but dropped her guard for the briefest of seconds. As a tiny spurt of urine trickled out from between her lips, Sarah let them fall onto her chest before they soaked into her black silk and lace camisole, forming little wet streaks. Breathing in the aroma of Megan’s clear and sweetly fragrant pee, she watched intently as the final few droplets dripped from her lips. Choosing to prolong the moment for a while longer still, Sarah stood up, now in extreme need of a little attention herself. Denying Megan what she needed, she took her by the hand and led her over to the side of the bed, sitting her down in front of her. Slipping off her camisole, Sarah was now totally naked except for her garter belt and stockings. She had to wriggle her legs around to help keep pressure on her privates herself. With both girls in urgent need of having their desires satiated, Sarah stepped to within an inch of Megan’s face, gently pushing her back so she was forced to lay down. Although she felt her bladder bulging tightly in her abdomen now she was stretched out on her back, Megan remained totally obedient to her lover, even though her wee was on the very brink of squirting out and wetting the bed sheets. Carefully climbing onto the bed and straddling her beautiful Megan, knees either side of her writhing body, Sarah bent forward and lifted her nightie, resuming her massaging Megan’s erect nipples with her tongue. Bucking and trembling as a renewed burst of adrenaline coursed through her veins, Megan reached down to Sarah’s head with both hands and began caressing and working her fingers to the roots of her hair, scrunching and tugging gently. As Sarah finished her caress of one rigid nipple, she slowly moved to the other, at the same time taking hold of Megan’s wrists and pinning her to the bed so she couldn’t move. All the while squirming and wriggling as much as she could, Megan knew she mustn’t wet Sarah’s bed; she had to hold it in at all costs. With Sarah lingering for a long while, Megan rode the waves of pleasure as her firm breasts were massaged and fondled by Sarah’s expertly lapping tongue, but as much as she was enjoying the exquisite sensations, secretly Megan was also praying that Sarah would just hurry the hell up, because she felt as if she was going to burst at any second!With her mouth never leaving Megan’s supple toned body, Sarah inched south, kissing as she went, lingering around her bulging navel. Licking her belly button seductively, Sarah dreamed of the reservoir of pee contained inside that bursting full bladder, and could resist the call of Megan’s heat no longer. Getting up and kneeling beside her lover, Sarah looked down at Megan, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. Megan was feeling fraught and confused as to why Sarah had stopped, and instinctively began to move her now free hands down to between her entwined legs. She was desperate to be touched now, and she would do anything, anything at all, just to feel that sensation... <TO BE CONTINUED> |
WARNING: EXTREME HEAT ADVISORY !
DO NOT READ THIS IN A PLACE WHERE AROUSAL MIGHT BE INAPPROPRIATE...
IT MAY CAUSE EMBARRASSMENT.
IF YOU STILL CHOOSE TO... DON"T SAY WE DIDN'T WARN YOU!
CHAPTER 12: STILL "RAINING"… "Oh, no, you don’t, little girl!" Sarah said firmly to Megan, catching hold of her arms before she could touch herself and pulling her up into a seated position. Then, as Sarah lay back on the bed, it quickly became obvious what it was she wanted to happen, without the need for any explanation. Feeling as if her girly lips were about to become a cascading waterfall of steaming hot urine, Megan wasn’t sure this was the best idea; but she obliged without question like the good obedient girl that she had become. Besides, she was feeling so overwhelmingly desperate to finally be allowed to experience that blissful moment of orgasm, it was worth taking the risk; she would just have to hold her pee in, it was as simple as that. Trembling from the sheer exertion of doing just that, and also from the burst of adrenaline and excitement currently surging through her veins, she carefully turned around so that Sarah's face was behind her. Bending forwards and resting on her hands, Megan slowly lifted herself up onto her knees so that she was now on all fours. With her pert and gorgeous bottom sticking out behind her, she shuddered as a little wave of pressure almost forced the wee right out of her at that very moment. Grinding her thighs together and arching her spine, she held it back with her final reserves of strength, groaning audibly as her muscles spasmed and pulsated against the surging pressure within. She was more desperate than she had ever been in her life, her whole body feeling as if it was about to explode, and in more ways than just one. "Ohhhhhh, please touch me, I can't hold it in any more..." she breathed almost silently, but loud enough so she knew Sarah could hear. With a broad grin, Sarah watched intently from behind as Megan's bum wriggled around just to her left, her sopping wet vagina suspended just below and between her shapely legs. Megan still had on her thin white panties, but they were pulled half way down her thighs, and were now restricting her movement a little. Without the fabric against her to soak up the fluids, Megan was now oozing freely and unabatedly. The nectar of her arousal was combining with droplets of urine, urine that had slipped past her exhausted muscles without her even knowing it, and was converging between her throbbing and trembling folds. With the liquid drooling from her, her lips glistened in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and Sarah could resist the call of Megan's heat no longer. Reaching out and running her hand up the backs of Megan's silky smooth legs, Sarah could feel her fervently working the muscles in her thighs, doing a subtle little pee dance even now. Pushing her hand between them, forcing Megan's tightly clenched legs to part just a little, she reached higher and higher, until finally she felt Megan's slippery wetness against her fingers. At the same time, her other hand reached between her own legs, a pulse of unadulterated pleasure shooting up through her body as she began to stroke and tease herself. As Megan felt Sarah begin to touch and caress what had become the centre of her whole universe, she responded instantly, moaning and shuddering as the moment she had fantasised about all day had finally come. Sarah's touch was frustratingly gentle and slow, but in that instant it felt like the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced. Getting down onto her elbows Megan pushed herself against those probing fingers, desperate to feel them inside her, desperate to have the unrelenting ache of arousal finally quenched. Pressing against her dripping opening, Sarah's fingers slipped inside her lover as Megan pushed her body backwards, her lips yielding easily. Sliding her fingers up into the warm sanctum of Megan's vagina, Sarah began to massage and work her from the inside, but then withdrew suddenly, much to the protest of the beautiful squirmy woman beside her. Without any stimulation, Megan's bladder was about to empty all over whatever lay beneath her... As Sarah suddenly gave her another playful slap on her bottom, Megan gasped in shock as a short sharp burst of pressurised pee squirted from her urethra, spraying from her lips in a clean stream before splashing onto the bed behind her, just inches from Sarah's head. Clamping it off as quickly as she was physically able, Megan blushed from embarrassment, a feeling she was becoming all too familiar with just lately. As Megan felt her knickers being pulled back up her legs, she sighed in frustration and disappointment. Had she blown the chance? Was Sarah really prepared to punish her for that tiny loss of control? How could she be expected to hold it for so long, she was bound to start leaking at some point! Feeling dejected, she moved to get up, but heard Sarah whisper something that sent a renewed jolt of adrenaline through her system. "Come to me," Sarah commanded as she began to pull her closer. Oh lord, this was it … steeling herself and hesitating for a long moment, Megan felt her muscles begin to falter. One false move and she would wet herself fully, she just knew she wouldn't be able to stop it next time. Slowly following orders, she lifted her right leg over Sarah and placed her knee on the other side of Sarah's head, positioning her body on top, and her panty covered privates just inches from Sarah's eager mouth. Her knickers had absorbed much of her wetness, and the material had become totally translucent, allowing Sarah to see clearly the outline of her lips and the bump of her engorged clitoris poking into the material. Reaching around and pulling them aside, Sarah exposed Megan's dripping oozing labia. With Megan straddling her face, she was in heaven, the glistening trembling vagina of her loved one, pulsating as her muscles fought desperately to hold in her wee, just inches from her wide gazing eyes. Breathing in the heady fragrance of Megan’s excitement, Sarah watched as a bead of liquid arousal gathered between Megan’s lips once again, just half an inch from the end of her nose. Growing in volume as Megan oozed her love, Sarah held back for a few seconds more, taking in the complete perfection of her lover’s gorgeous pink pussy. She watched closely as Megan’s muscles battled against the tide of urine, held very tentatively just behind her little lips that quivered in unison with her trembling body. Touch me, please… just touch me... or I'll wee all over you... Megan yearned to feel the touch of her mistress, and moaned in frustration and desperation as her pee strained against her faltering muscles. Her bladder felt almost numb she was so full, and in such a vulnerable position, if Sarah didn’t touch her right now, she would be getting very wet indeed! She squirmed and shuddered, and at the peak of a wave of pressure, a few more droplets of fragrant wee leaked past her shattered muscles and out from her urethra. She couldn’t stop it, and her face burned brightly as she clenched every muscle in her body to try and stop the inevitable from happening. Sarah watched as the droplet of liquid arousal she was fixated on suddenly expanded in size, before dripping quickly into her open and waiting mouth. It had left behind a silky smooth string of sticky love juice, one end still attached to Megan’s perfect lips, the other now connected to Sarah’s mouth. As more droplets of urine followed the first, they flowed down the liquid thread, landing neatly on the tip of Sarah’s tongue. Lapping up the girly juices, the sweet but salty flavour of Megan in heat slipped down her throat as she swallowed eagerly. Extending her tongue at long last, it slipped easily up between Megan’s soft, warm, wet folds. Dexterously teasing her lips and separating them, she felt her way along the length of Megan’s silky smooth inner girlhood, before coming to settle around her still dribbling wee hole. After Sarah had caressed and massaged the urines only escape route, she pushed the end of her tongue up against it, forcing the tiny trickle still leaking from Megan to finally be clamped off. In the instant that followed, another more forceful spurt took both girls completely by surprise. Megan arched her back and clenched as she struggled for control, but still released a rapid burst of urine before forcing her muscles to clamp it off again. Slurping up the liquid, several droplets of which had sprayed over her face and into her hair, Sarah moaned in utter delight. Quickly gliding her tongue over the bump of Megan’s proud firm clitoris, licking and swallowing her essence as she went, she felt her beautiful lover respond by pushing her privates down hard against her face, grinding herself against Sarah’s exploring tongue. Thank goodness, she had been able to keep from losing control totally this time. It would have been bad enough if that had happened to her at home; here, as a guest, it was absolutely out of the question! Megan could just picture the smile on Erica's face when the little housemaid came to make up the room and she would have to admit that she'd wet the bed just like a little girl who was still being toilet trained. As humiliating as that prospect was, Megan found that the thought of it only added to her present arousal, oddly enough. Being pulled back from the brink of a complete accident at the very last moment, Megan was suddenly finding holding a little easier now she was being worked in all the right places. Focusing on Sarah’s most intimate and womanly region, she lowered her head and buried it between her lover's legs, all the while squirming against Sarah’s face at the other end. Licking and caressing each other vigorously and expertly, both girls began to ride the intense waves of pleasure as they each neared a shared moment of pure unadulterated ecstasy. Megan, still desperately needing to release her wee, just had to hold on no matter what. Not having the best track record in that department, especially at the moment of orgasm, she was resolute that this time would be different. She couldn’t wet all over the bed, she just couldn’t… Sucking and licking each other unrelentingly, it was just minutes before both girls were on the brink of coming, which was just as well considering Megan's bladder was about ready to burst. It ached in the most delightful of ways, and every tender caress of her womanhood felt as if it was propelling her towards a complete and total loss of control. With the feelings between her legs building to become one almighty mind blowing orgasm, and with tension escalating to fever pitch in both of their squirming bodies, Sarah could tell that Megan was ready to pop. Her juices of excitement were flowing from her like sweet flavoured water from a tap, and Sarah gulped them down eagerly. Desperately wanting to orgasm simultaneously, Sarah slowed the pace of her tongue, just long enough for her own impending orgasm to catch up. Feeling Megan squirm harder against her face in response, it was only a moment later that Sarah felt herself teetering on that same blissful edge of ecstasy. Knowing Megan was ready and eager to push past the point of no return, they both relaxed into it and let the blissful pleasure wash over them. With both girls beginning to spasm and climax into each other’s mouths, Megan shuddered and trembled as she fought valiantly for control of her bladder. Grinding her privates against Sarah's nimble tongue, she somehow managed to keep up the relentless licking of her lover’s pulsating clitoris at the same time. Suddenly feeling that she was extraordinarily wet, she knew without a doubt that something else was happening down there. OMG, she wasn't peeing, was she? The thought was fleeting, and at that moment she didn't even really care one way or the other, the intensity of her orgasm was the only thing she could concentrate on... Spraying her juices, wetting Sarah like a tidal wave as her orgasm pounded through her body, it wasn’t pee that was flowing from her. As Megan's love juice sprayed into Sarah's mouth and all over her face and breasts, the shared orgasm thundered on for both of them. With the waves of pleasure shooting through their bodies, the moment seemed to go on forever, but eventually began to fade as the pulses weakened. Just as her final contraction washed over her exhausted body, Megan’s arms finally collapsed beneath her as her orgasm was replaced by a feeling of total calm and contentment. Completely spent, but still utterly bursting to pee, her body and mind were now in conflict. Her stretched bladder was screaming in protest of having to hold such vast quantities of urine, but her mind simply didn't have the capacity to listen any more. Resting her cheek on Sarah’s thigh, watching as beads of perspiration and other fluids trickled down Sarah’s lips and dribbled onto the bed, Megan simply lay there panting for several long moments. Suddenly feeling overwhelmingly tired, the stresses of the day were combining with the effects of the unknown quantity of red wine she had consumed, and Megan’s eyes began to close as her overloaded mind switched off… As Sarah's heart rate and breathing finally slowed, she felt Megan's body relaxing against hers, all tension gone now that she had reached that blissful orgasm. She began to stroke her lover's hair tenderly, brushing it back in order to whisper into her ear. "OMG... that was wonderful, sweetie. Was it good for you, too?" There was no reply, however. Only the sound of gradually deepening breathing came from Megan's lips, and Sarah realised with a little smile that she had fallen fast asleep. It wasn't too surprising, really… the poor thing had had quite a trying day, being forced to hold so much for so long and so often. Sarah could still feel the warm wetness of Megan's juices on her belly, her breasts, and her face. She licked her lips, savouring the delightful taste of her. Then, since Megan was still on top of her, Sarah gently adjusted her knickers to cover her dignity, and rolled her over onto her side, pulling down her short sheer nightie at the same time. Sarah wasn't feeling tired at all now; if anything, she felt energized after making love with Megan. She quietly got out of the bed and pulled the sheets and comforter over Megan, then tucked her beautiful lover in tightly. For a long while, she simply stood there, transfixed by the sleeping girl's beauty in repose.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
And here it is, the latest installment of the story...
and while i can't truly say that little Erica is the main focus of this chapter,
you will get to see a little more of her this time !
We certainly hope that you will enjoy it...
CHAPTER 13: ...STILL DREAMING Sarah loved watching Megan while she slept. It was one of her favourite things, especially on nights like this when her lover hadn't had the chance to use the loo before dropping off. Now her beautiful Megan was curled up in a ball on her side, one slender hand jammed between her long, luscious, tightly clenched thighs as she whimpered softly in her sleep, murmuring, “No, please… not now… mustn’t give in… must not pee… please…” over and over, so softly Sarah could barely make out the words. She smiled to herself as she padded over to the large double windows in her light blue cotton men's style pyjamas and drew the curtains back slightly to expose a lovely view of the grounds, the eerie moors surrounding the estate illuminated by the light of an almost full moon. Sarah opened the windows a little to allow a bit of fresh air into the room. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye. A small shadowy figure dressed entirely in black from head to toe was running, then jumping up to and sliding down the inclines of the stairs’ railings. It streaked across the crushed gravel of the driveway barely making a sound, then into one of the gardens, nimbly leaping and tumbling over hedges without breaking stride before vaulting easily over the high stone wall which surrounded the estate. As Sarah watched, she could see the ninja-like runner moving rapidly into the distance, seemingly unfazed by any of the many obstacles in their path. Then, the figure turned suddenly, and headed back towards the manor at a furious clip, repeating every movement precisely in reverse order before disappearing around the back of the house. Who the blazes was that, and what could they possibly be doing? Sarah mused. If it hadn’t been a windless and clear night, she wouldn’t have heard or seen a thing, she thought. Leaning her elbows on the windowsill, she squinted her eyes as she strained to see into the moonlight shadows. The grounds now seemed utterly still, and for several long moments all seemed silent. Straining her senses, was there something else there? Maybe, just on the edge of hearing, but she couldn’t be sure. Carried across the moors on the gentlest of breezes, the howl of a lone wolf faded in and out, so faint Sarah wondered if she’d actually imagined it. But imaginary or not, the sad and despairing cry made the hairs on her neck stand on end, and a tremor of unease run through her body. Deciding to call it a night, she hastily locked the windows shut and drew the curtains. Turning away, she walked over to the bed, slid beneath the soft, cloudlike down comforter and between the silk sheets and gently inserted her arm under Megan's neck, pulling her close and holding her tight. Instinctively, Megan snuggled up against her, all the while squirming gently even in her deep slumber. Fighting the overwhelming pull of gravity on her heavy eyelids, Sarah spent her last few waking moments dreamily gazing upon the beautiful face of the girl she loved and adored. Gently stroking Megan’s supple body, she followed her curves beneath the soft sheets, being careful not to wake her, and let her hand come to rest gently on her thigh. Even after the fun they had just had, a renewed flash of naughtiness leaped into her mind, and she was acting on it before she could stop herself. Moving her hand slowly to her lover’s navel, she felt the bulge of her tight and desperately full bladder, hard and firm beneath her fingers. She grinned as she gave it a gentle push, and a still sound asleep Megan responded instantly. Wriggling away and jamming her hand back between her legs, she then began quietly pleading with someone in the dream she was having. “Please … can’t wait … please let me …” ------------------------------------------------------------Cradling her painfully bulging bladder with both hands, Megan staggered across the desolate moonlit moorland. Hunched over, she was running, running as fast as her bladder would allow, desperate to escape some unseen terror that she knew was lurking in the darkness behind her. Dragging her bare feet through the bracken, her once pristinely white negligee billowed behind her, now covered with filth and dirt from where she had stumbled and fallen just moments ago. The raging pressure that had built within had reached a fever pitch, and it was all she could do to just stumble on and keep from wetting herself from both fear and utter desperation. One foot in front of the other, running, always running. There it was again, the eerie silence was broken by that howl she had heard so many times now, the unearthly hellish wail of whatever it was that was stalking her, first far behind, then flanking her to the left, skulking in the shadows, then to her right. Oh God, how many of them are there? She thought as she continued to run barefoot through the desolate landscape. Pale faced and panting with terror, her heart hammered through her chest, every rapid beat echoing through the tender ball of urine inside her abdomen. Not daring to glance around, she dragged her desperate fragile body forwards, running, always running. With a final burst of panic-driven energy, she blundered on in a final despairing attempt to find safety. All of a sudden, she found herself at the brink of a precipice, and could go no further. Now she was trapped, and she could feel the ravening beast closing in on her, see its eerie glowing yellow eyes piercing the darkness that surrounded her, feel the evil creature's hot breath upon her neck as it readied itself to strike. Opening her mouth, she tried to scream, but no sound came out. Suddenly the world around her went white, a blinding flash of brilliant light assaulting her senses. Transported from the nightmare just in the nick of time, she floated through empty space, the panic beginning to fade. She was aware of just one thing, she was about to wet herself, there would soon be no stopping it… Everything around her came into focus. She was back inside the manor, standing motionless in one of the many hallways. How did I get here? She wondered. She tried to think, but everything seemed fuzzy, and something definitely didn’t feel right. Her heart was still beating hard and fast, but all that mattered now was finding that elusive bathroom. There had to be one around here somewhere! Grasping her crotch through her pristinely white sheer silk negligee, she pushed and rubbed at her womanly folds, feeling her wee on the brink of escape. “Please … I can’t hold on … it’s coming out …” Megan cried, trying the first door she came to and finding it locked. Suddenly remembering what little Erica had told them about the doors getting stuck, she took a small step back before heaving her shoulder into it. As the door gave way, she stumbled into the room beyond … but, OMG... this wasn’t the bathroom! Megan heard the slap of the wooden paddle before she saw it, followed by a squeal of delight as it made contact with housemaid Erica’s round bare rear end. As the mindboggling scene came into focus, Megan’s eyes were first drawn to Erica’s naked form, lying face down and tied spread eagle on a bed with nylon stockings attaching both her hands and feet to the four bedposts, her bright red bottom almost seeming to glow brightly in the darkened room as the paddle made the flesh of her supple buttocks ripple gently. As her initial squeal morphed into a low rasping moan of euphoria, Erica arched her back and strained against her bonds. Frozen in shock and gazing open mouthed, it took Megan several long seconds to pry her eyes away from the bound beauty. Taking in the figure dressed from head to toe in an outfit of shiny black leather that perfectly matched her long black hair, it took a further second for her to realise it was in fact Wan Yu who was kneeling beside the bed, tenderly running a hand up the inside of Erica's thighs, but never quite going high enough to give her the pleasure she was truly desiring. "OOhhhh... Please, I need to come and I need to pee! I don't think I can hold it in too much longer !" the tiny housemaid said. "If Megan could hold it the way she did at the dinner table when she was so obviously desperate, then so can you, little girl. You'd better not wet this bed, Erica!" As if to add emphasis to her stern words, the lovely leather clad woman brought the paddle down hard onto Erica's rear once more with a loud smack, eliciting yet another squeal, this one followed by a breathless plea for more and then this: "OHHH MY GODDDD.... it feels so good... I can't take it!!" "Oh yes you can, and you will!" "Please.... no, don't make me hold it any longer... I have to pee so badly, and every time you spank me, a little squirt comes out, I just can't help it! To Megan, the little housemaid's words and tone were both familiar and arousing. Meanwhile, Wan Yu had finally seemed to notice the very desperate Megan standing there in her short translucent white nightie and matching knickers. She looked over at Megan now even as she gently caressed Erica's bottom with one gloved hand while the other still held the wooden paddle high, ready for the next surprising smack. Feeling herself losing control, the first dribble of urine trickled from Megan's trembling body. It began its descent down the inside of her thighs, snaking this way and that before finally dripping to the floor. As Wan Yu turned to face her, looking luminous in the pale moonlight, Megan tried to stammer an apology for bursting in on them, but she was struck temporarily dumb. Smiling provocatively, Wan Yu's breathy sensuous voice said, "Come, Megan, won't you join us?" Although she spoke softly, Megan could still hear her quite clearly, even over Erica's loud moans of ecstasy. As if in a dream, she floated over to the bed, still dribbling as she stepped over a pair of black sweatpants and a matching hoodie which had been thrown carelessly on the floor beside it. Unable to do anything but obey Wan Yu's command, she stretched out face down over Erica, covering the little housemaid's naked body with her own, with only her thin silk nightie between them. She grasped the bound girl's wrists firmly and as she spread her legs wide enough to put her feet outside of Erica's ankles, she felt leather gloved hands gently raising the hem of her nightie, tenderly lowering her knickers to just below her firm round bottom, and then finally, the smack of the wooden paddle against her own rear end, which caused her to gasp and also to let out a little spurt of hot pee, unfortunately... ------------------------------------------------------------Megan woke up with a start to find Sarah fast asleep, luckily. Her poor full bladder was threatening to overflow at any moment; in fact, the bed was already a little wet from that uncontrollable spurt that had just gotten through her defences, not to mention her oozing girl juices... OMG, that dream!!!! It had all seemed so real... in fact, her bottom still felt rather warm, strangely enough. She looked over at the clock on the dresser. It was 3:30 am, and she hadn't been allowed to pee since her accident in the hallway nine hours earlier, so it was no wonder her wee was seriously about to explode out of her at any second! If she wet the bed any more, she and Sarah might be re-enacting the scene in the dream for real all too soon. Sarah had expressly forbidden Megan to ever wet the bed; it was the one place where wetting was deemed to be totally off-limits, no matter how desperate she might become. OMG... Leaping out of bed, Megan pressed her fingers tightly up against her pee hole with a firm grip, and immediately made a bolt for the door. Her knickers were wet and warm to the touch, and they were about to get a whole lot wetter if she didn’t get them down, and soon. Giving a glance back to check that Sarah was still asleep, she carefully turned the door handle and inched open the door, praying that the hinges had been well oiled and wouldn’t creak. Silently, the door opened and she slipped into the hallway, squirming and massaging her genitals with vigour as a sudden surge of intense pressure took her breath away. Feeling herself squirt uncontrollably, the brief spray shot straight through her panties with force and saturated her hand, a small pool of urine collecting in her palm and dripping through her fingers. She was seconds away from losing it, and with a soft click, the door closed shut and she was on her way. Wiping the pee from her hand on the hem of her short and extremely revealing nightie, nothing would stop her now. There just had to be somewhere she could have a wee, somewhere other than into her underwear! Trotting barefoot back down the corridor towards the grand staircase, she tried doors one after the other, but all appeared to be locked. Breathing shallowly and rapidly, Megan knew it was either now or never. Passing the scene of her earlier accident yet again, the memory burned so vividly in her mind that she could almost feel the relief. She felt more desperate than she had been even then, and she didn’t understand how she was still managing to hold on, somehow. Reaching the staircase and descending rapidly, she spurted and dribbled on every footfall, but couldn’t slow up the pace. A minute, 30 seconds maybe, that’s all she had and she knew it, she was all but wetting herself right now. Desperate and disoriented, she made one final last ditch attempt at finding that elusive bathroom as she tried the first closed door she came to, shuddering and straining to hold it in for just 10 more seconds. When it didn’t open, she began to sob softly to herself and double crossed her sexy legs, trapping her hand up against her sodden lips. With a recollection of what Erica had told them about the doors sometimes getting stuck, a sudden sense of déjà vu overcame her as she steeled her muscles for one final push. Heaving her shoulder into the door, it unexpectedly yielded and swung open. Unfortunately, at the very same moment, her bladder muscles yielded slightly as well. As she stood there trembling on the threshold, a bit of her hot urine began to trickle down the inside of her thighs. “Well, well, if it isn't our Ms. Parker? So nice to see you,” Daghly said, smiling as he took in Megan’s long legs and lovely figure beneath her short, filmy nightie, outlined as they were by the light behind her as she stood shivering slightly in the doorway, from both the chill of the night air and her urgent need. “As long as you’re awake, why don’t you join me? There are a few things I’d like to discuss with you now.” Lord Daghly strode over to where Megan was standing and draped his arm around her in a most unprofessional manner. Ushering her into the salon, he closed the door shut firmly behind them. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
It's that wonderful time again, time for a new chapter of this little tale...
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CHAPTER 14: DEAD MEN DON'T TAKE MEETINGSAs Megan and Sarah came down to breakfast, they couldn't help but notice quite a bit of a commotion by the doorway to the salon. Through the open doors, they could see the room in disarray, and several of the servants standing outside. The staff were obviously distraught, whispering amongst themselves as Lady Daghly stood calmly at the centre of the room looking very much like like the calm eye of this hurricane of distress. Sarah noticed there seemed to be a bit of a puddle over towards the large fireplace at the back of the room, along with what looked like some broken pottery or china scattered about nearby."What's going on, if you don't mind my asking?" Sarah enquired of Erica the little housemaid, who happened to be standing right next to her at the moment."Oh, Ma'am... Lord Daghly has turned up dead, don't you know?" the small girl said in her pronounced Essex accent as she pushed her oval spectacles back up from the end of her tiny nose with her left index finger."Lord Daghly, dead?" Sarah said in surprise. "If that's so, how did it happen?""Seems like he fell, Ma'am, and hit his head, Ma'am.""Well, then, where's his body?" Sarah asked."Lady Daghly had Cervin carry His Lordship upstairs, Ma'am, to the master bedroom, Ma'am.""That will be quite enough, Erica," said Lady Daghly sternly as she exited the drawing room. "Return to your duties at once.""Yes, Ma'am!"The small girl reddened visibly and scurried off towards the kitchen like a tiny timid mouse, accompanied by the soft rustling of her crinoline petticoats and the rhythmic tapping of her high heeled shoes on the polished wood parquet floor as she moved rapidly down the long hallway.Lady Daghly brushed past Sarah and Megan with a curt nod, saying, "You will forgive me, please. I have much to attend to at the moment." Then she followed close on Erica's heels down the hall."Touch nothing!" Sarah said sotto voce, and smiled to herself. I've always wanted to say that, she thought. "Well, nothing else, anyhow," she added under her breath. It didn't sound quite so good to her ears now, but whatever. Poor Lord Daghly; the weekend certainly wasn't going according to plan, she thought.With Lady Daghly gone now, there was no one to prevent her from doing so, and she casually sauntered over to get a closer look at the scene of the accident. Turning back briefly to look at Megan, she gestured over to a table of food and refreshments. Even amongst the chaos, Lady Daghly had apparently been thoughtful enough to have one of the servants lay out a selection of pastries and hot drinks for the guests. "Why don't you go help yourself to something sweetie? I'll be over in a while." Sarah said.Megan nodded as Sarah resumed her examination of the scene. Having been left standing on her own for a moment, she reflected on the events of the last 24 hours. Megan realised, with a naughty little smile, that she hadn't visited an actual bathroom, and peed in an actual toilet, since they'd left home yesterday morning. The whole thing was getting just a little ridiculous, there HAD to be one here somewhere! Where was everyone else peeing for heavens sake?! She was utterly bursting to go again, and in fact it had been the urgent cry of her bladder that had woken her up this morning, a full hour and a half ago.She knew that Sarah had impeccable control over her own body's needs, but she also knew that a whole 24 hours without at least one wee was beyond even her. But when had she had the chance to go? Suddenly it dawned on her.So while I was curled up fast asleep last night, with a bladder the size of a watermelon and just about wetting the bed, the cheeky minx must have snuck out to find the loo!The thought of Sarah slinking out triggered memories of her own nocturnal adventures, whether real or imagined, and she blushed as she glanced around, hoping no one had suddenly developed the ability to read her mind. Although at the moment her mind was somewhat preoccupied processing the urgent signals from her bladder, which in turn was making her feel quite hot and bothered, in more ways than just one. She felt as if she was drowning from the inside out, her pee filling her entire body all the way up to her brain, which was now floating atop the flood water, bobbing gently as it sloshed around within.I wonder if it will start dribbling from my ears if I wait long enough? Megan thought fleetingly, before chuckling gently to herself, and bobbing her knees to help hold on for a while longer.Happy to see that no one was paying her the slightest bit of attention, she figured that after everything that had transpired just recently, she was in no position to complain about her current situation. Choosing to keep as low a profile as possible, she opted to just squeeze her legs tightly together beneath her floral knee length 1940's style dress. After two such long and monumental holds yesterday, she really needed to find that toilet, and rather badly too.Megan took small mincing steps as she made her way over to the refreshments table. She wondered, given the circumstances, if it was appropriate to just help herself, but looking around, she was pleased to see that Mao Tse had already beaten her to it; he was unabashedly slurping loudly from a steaming cup of something hot. As badly as she needed a wee, Megan was feeling parched. At home, she was accustomed to starting the day with a strong cup of sweet creamy coffee, usually followed by another a short while after, and she was craving that caffeine kick.Pouring one for herself, she sipped daintily from the cup, little pinky extended, trying to look as posh as she could possibly muster. It was wasted though, everyone else was entirely wrapped up in their own world of thought, and Megan couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief that she was out of the spotlight for once. Battling another not-so-little urgent surge at that very moment, her coffee cup rattled gently against its saucer as she tensed her PC muscles to hold back the flood, hands trembling as she did so. She yearned to give herself a long hard squeeze, but daren't risk it, even if no one was looking her way. She knew that as soon as she reached down, a hundred pairs of eyes would appear out of nowhere and witness her little faux pas. No… she just couldn't. But… that table top might just be the right height...She turned around and faced the table, so her back was to the room. Giving a brief glance behind to double check the coast was still clear, she positioned herself at the corner, and carefully stood on tiptoes. Leaning forward a little and guiding the corner of the table to between her legs, she lowered her wee hole gently down onto the hard wooden surface, feeling it firm against her privates as she squirmed around on it for a moment. Oh, now that felt much better, and no hands required!Technically, I'm not holding myself either... Megan thought, remembering the new rule Sarah had thought of last night while she had been dancing around in ecstatic desperate agony. She smiled inwardly to herself.She closed her eyes and sighed a little, feeling her pee receding from the point of bursting out, with a little twinge of pleasure thrown in for good measure. If only she could stay like this, she might even be able to hold on forever...(TO BE CONTINUED) |
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CHAPTER 15: THE SHORT STUBBY ARM OF THE LAW As the 'Panda' Incident Response Vehicle negotiated the twisty road leading to Dartmoor Manor with Fergus at the wheel, his partner PCSO Katherine Grant turned towards him and asked, "Ever been up this way before now?" "Can't say as I 'ave, seein' as I 'aven't," Constable Dunstable replied. He was a rather large man with a florid complexion, and it was an uncomfortably tight fit between the driver's seat and the steering wheel of their Vauxhall Astra for him. His peaked cap with its distinctive black and white checkerboard Sillitoe Tartan band sat uneasily back on his head as he drove quite cautiously along the treacherously narrow band of poor roadway which was bordered on either side by deep ditches, and he was sweating profusely despite the unseasonable chill on the moors this morning. Just his luck to be assigned to this case... Lord Daghly's death, sweet Mary Mother of God. No matter how you looked at it, it was a real can of worms, an important man passing on like that, even if it was an accident. He'd almost rather have been out on their usual beat, policing dog fouling offenders in the local town centre. As horrible as that was, at least it wasn't complicated in any way, shape or form.
Or at least it hadn't been until relatively recently...Dog fouling had been on the rise of late, mysterious giant mounds appearing suddenly here and there overnight. If and when they ever caught up with the dog and owner in question, Constable Dunstable was of a mind to have PCSO Grant not just offer her usual strong words of advice, but also a nice hefty 75 pound fine, which they only recently had been authorized to issue to anyone caught not cleaning up after a dog in their care. Surprisingly, even the local constabulary's recent 'Big Scoop Day' initiative had failed to yield the desired result...His partner's nasal voice broke him out of his reverie. "Wouldn't you'd think a Lord could afford to redo this bit of road, now? It's quite dreadful, wouldn't you say?" PCSO Grant was a plain woman with a large nose and dishwater blonde hair, which she wore tucked up in a tidy bun under her regulation bowler, and she was in the habit of making everything she said into a question, somehow. When they had first been partnered, Fergus had found it quite irritating but now, after a few years, he simply treated her questions as either rhetorical, or as statements instead."Rah-ther," Dunstable replied with a grin, affecting a posh accent and causing Grant to giggle girlishly. ------------------------------------------------------------ Having finally arrived at the manor, the two police officers were met at the door by the butler. "I am Cervin," he said. "Please be so good as to follow me; I will take you to Her Ladyship at once." Lady Daghly was standing just outside of the salon when the three of them arrived.
Being the senior officer, Constable Dunstable took the lead. Doffing his cap, he said, "Ma'am, first, please let me offer our condolences. Lord Daghly was a good man, a great man, even, and I'm quite sure that his loss will be felt throughout our whole community, perhaps even throughout the entire Kingdom." "Thank you ever so much, Officer," Lady Daghly replied, dabbing rather theatrically at her eyes with a delicate linen handkerchief. "And such a silly way for a former soldier to die, too, falling and hitting his head like that. He'd been in combat, don't you know?" "Begging your pardon, Ma'am," PCSO Grant said, "but would you mind showing us to where His Lordship's body was found?" "I'm sorry, but I am afraid that the sight may be too much for me, and I have many details to attend to now as well. Cervin, please make sure that these good constables have everything that they need." "Of course, Madam." The butler inclined his head as Lady Daghly turned and headed up the stairway towards the east wing of the manor. Then, addressing the two constables, "This way, if you please." He led them into the salon, and said "I shall leave you to your work then. If you require anything, don't hesitate to ask."
He then turned and walked rather quickly away. "Ask who?" Fergus muttered. "You've just gone and left us 'ere all on our tod, 'aven't you?" "Well, we'd best 'ave a bit of a look around, 'adn't we then?" Grant said. Fergus pulled his notebook out of one of the pockets of his tactical trousers, and removed the stub of pencil from its holder. He then began to take notes on the time, location and circumstances of the death. "What's all this, then?" Constable Dunstable muttered, looking down suspiciously at the puddle on the floor. He motioned to PCSO Grant to take a closer look. She approached the pool of liquid cautiously, pulling on a pair of rubber gloves before she squatted down, stuck a stubby finger into it and raised it to her nose. Taking a sniff, she said, "Looks as if someone 'as 'ad a bit of a wee right 'ere, dunnit?" "So maybe 'e slipped and fell, and 'it 'is 'ead, and then he wet 'imself, too? Then it's no wonder they carried 'im off upstairs then, innit?" Dunstable replied, smiling just a bit. "Well, leavin' 'im lyin' in a pool of 'is own wee wouldn't be seemly, don't you think?" Grant replied. "Probably best to leave that bit out of the official report," Fergus replied with a smile. As she stood up, PCSO Grant had to stifle another rather girlish giggle at the thought of His Lordship peeing his pants, as inappropriate as it might have been to the gravity of the situation. Of course, now that it had been mentioned, Katherine was actually feeling a bit of the urge herself. Her morning ritual of two large mugs of sweet milky tea was catching her out at the most awkward and inconvenient time, and she squeezed her thighs together and squirmed just a little bit where she stood just as discreetly as she was able, hoping that her partner would take no notice of it. Where the devil was the WC in this house, anyway? Well, it wasn’t obvious, and she was certainly not about to ask Her Ladyship to use the loo in any case; it just wasn’t done, don’t you know? She’d just have to manage, somehow… but it wasn’t getting any easier. By now, Cervin had returned, but she wasn't about to ask him, either. Lady Daghly had returned with him. Meanwhile, Fergus almost seemed to be reading her mind as he spoke, looking at the spot on the floor. "An accident; a most regrettable and unfortunate occurrence to be sure, but most certainly an accident nonetheless." He wrote in his book after thumbing through it to find a free page. An accident! If he doesn't hurry up, I'm about to have an accident of my own, Katherine thought as she felt a warm little spurt of pee escape to dampen her sensible cotton full back knickers beneath her regulation trousers. Constable Dunstable carefully placed his pencil in the holder attached to his small notebook, closed the book and tucked it away in one of the cargo pockets of his tactical trousers. As far as he was concerned, the investigation had come to a successful conclusion. He looked over at his partner, who seemed to be squirming just a little, and smiled to himself. Looks as if Grant needs a bit of a wee, dunnit? Well, I guess I'll just take my time getting back to the station, then... and see if I can't find a few extra potholes along the way. "Well, I suppose we'll be off now. Thank you for your time, and our condolences once again, Ma'am," Dunstable said. "Thank you, and good day to you both," Lady Daghly said in reply. "Cervin will see you out." PCSO Grant breathed an audible sigh of relief as they pulled out of the driveway. Although it was a fairly long way back to the station, and would be a rather desperate bit of holding for her until they got there, at least she hadn't wet herself fully right there on the manor floor. Whether the Astra's passenger seat would still be dry by the time they pulled into the car park at the constabulary still remained to be seen, however. (TO BE CONTINUED) |
INTERLUDERack after rack of military grade data servers hummed in the dimly lit underground chamber, their components chattering in harmony and creating a mesmerising and somnifacient symphony of sound. Thousands of LED's flickered incessantly as the veritable processing powerhouses went about their daily duties. Over the gentle roar of cooling fans and redundant power supplies, slow and deliberate footsteps tracked through the darkness, then came to an abrupt stop besides the only chair in the room.Sitting down tentatively on the rickety old wooden school chair, the figure pondered for a moment. All the millions of pounds worth of equipment down here, and they couldn't stretch to a comfortable chair? … Damn those government cutbacks! At the touch of a small luminous red button, a vast array of holographic displays flickered into life, lighting up the chamber and casting eerie shadows in the gloom.Donning a set of specially designed 'Tesla 1000' headphones with combined electronic eyeglasses, the figure reached out a hand and touched one of the displays, their fingertips moving through the tiny hologram and causing it to momentarily flicker. As if by magic, a 360 degree view of the salon, accompanied by a crystal clear audio feed, flooded into their senses. It amazes me every time … it's like I'm right there, standing in the room. The room was, however, completely empty. Well, that was disappointing. Picking another display at random, the mysterious figure's senses were instantly teleported to a different place. Aah, now that's better. A sweeping view of the grand entrance hall from the top of the stairs came into focus, and who was this hobbling up them right at this instant?< TO BE CONTINUED>
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CHAPTER 16: BODY COUNT Shortly before lunchtime, the guests were all gathered in the salon once again, unsure of what would happen next. As they all glanced around the room in which Lord Daghly had perished with trepidation and uncertainly, Wan Yu Gigg took charge in her inimitable way. “As long as Lady Daghly doesn’t mind, I suggest we go ahead with the weekend as planned. Despite His Lordship’s demise, we still need to resolve the question of who will be on the team as soon as possible, so that we will be ready to move forward from a strong position,” Wan Yu said. “Leaders may come and go, but the company must survive, no matter what.” Although this sounded rather cold and unfeeling to Sarah from an emotional standpoint, she could certainly understand the truth of it in principle. "I'm quite sure that my husband would have wanted that," Lady Daghly said. "I often heard him aver that no single individual was indispensable, and that the common good was the higher purpose. If no one else objects, I see no reason why the weekend shouldn't proceed as planned." As everyone in the room nodded their agreement, some reluctantly and others more enthusiastic, all of a sudden there was a bit of a disturbance at the back of the salon. Distracted and upset by the events of the morning, as well as her less than entirely restful night's sleep, Megan had accidentally backed into a priceless antique vase and knocked it off the stand it was on. In the absence of a wee in a considerably long time, her bladder was feeling agonisingly and achingly full, and since no one had been watching her at that particular moment she had been pee dancing quite energetically when she had collided with it. She spun around and watched it tumble as if in slow motion before making a last ditch grab, lunging forward to try and prevent it from smashing onto the floor. Completely failing to catch it in time, Megan could only watch now in horror as the vase continued its descent, while at the same moment her sudden and unexpected movement caused a spurt of pee to erupt from her girlhood, jetting into her knickers for a second before she just about had the strength to clamp it off. The vase was somehow caught just before it hit the floor by little Erica, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air, accompanied only by the soft rustling sound of her petticoats as she made a rather dramatic diving catch to save the day.
Megan instantaneously began to blush, partly from her careless blunder, and partly because her knickers now felt hot against her body, and were clinging to her womanly folds like they were made of shrink wrap. “How… how did you do that?” Megan stammered in surprise, squirming wildly and with a hand cradling the protruding bulge of her bladder. She had been certain that the vase was going to shatter on the floor, and the little maid had been nowhere in sight when it had started to fall. Strange, most strange indeed… "I was a bit sporty back at college, Ma'am," Erica said with a small grin as she stood up,
holding the precious yet surely somewhat heavy large object in her small hands before cradling it quite delicately, as if it were a baby, in her arms. "Well, perhaps that explains it, then," Sarah said, smiling back at her as the tiny housemaid gently placed the vase back on its stand. Sarah wasn't sure if she was imagining it, but little Erica appeared to be squirming and curtseying ever so slightly too, as if starting to pee dance herself now. What an amazing pair, Sarah thought, mesmerised by the dual display. Taking in their subtle movements and gestures, or not so subtle in Megan's case, she wondered which of them needed to go more urgently. A naughty thought unexpectedly entered her mind, of the two of them together … she sighed contentedly, a little shiver of excitement racing through her core. In that instant, Megan leaned forward and sucked in a lungful of air through tightly clenched teeth. There was no mistaking the signs, she was nearing her absolute limit.
At this point she was also drawing the attention of several of the others, and Sarah noticed Wan Yu staring long and hard in the general direction of the two girls. As Megan gave a little glance towards Sarah, her eyes pleaded with her, imploring her to somehow come to her rescue. She needed to get out of there, and right now, otherwise... the thought was too much to bear. She couldn't wet herself here, but she knew she would at any moment if... "Begging your pardon, Ma'am, but I'd best be off now," the cute little housemaid said softly with downcast eyes. "Much to do, much to do..." Time to get Megan out of here as well, Sarah thought in a sudden flash of jealousy. As much as she was loving the show, she didn't want to share it with anyone else, and especially not with the rather predatory-seeming Wan Yu. "For the moment, you are all free to take some time to yourselves," Wan Yu said. "We'll see each other again at lunchtime, and take up business afterwards." Sarah noticed that even while she spoke addressing the group, Wan Yu's eyes never left Erica's receding form. Hmmm... there's something going on there between those two, I'm certain of it, she thought. As long as she keeps her eyes off of MY Megan... the thought trailed off and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Hansom and a very distraught Firenda walked off together, while Wan Yu and Mao Tse resumed their previous night's conversation, apparently much less affected by this bizarre turn of events. Sarah took Megan by the hand and tried to lead her out of the salon, but she seemed reluctant to go, as if she was rooted to the spot. "What's the matter, sweetie? Come on, let's get out of here." Sarah whispered. "Just a few more minutes, then maybe we'll find you somewhere to pee, OK?" It was a tried and tested line, and usually it helped motivate Megan just enough to keep her holding for a while longer, but apparently she was in a feisty mood today... "Maybe? There's no 'maybe' about it!" Megan retorted, a little louder than she'd planned. Mao and Wan Yu gave a little glance over to see what the latest commotion was before getting back to their conversation again. Megan was still standing hunched forwards slightly, with her pert little bottom pressed up against the wall for support. "OMG... If I move at all, I'll wee myself...", she said, which was followed by a despairing little sob that made Sarah's heart flutter with excitement. As if to demonstrate the point, another short jet of urine broke past Megan's exhausted muscles before being ejected from her urethra, spurting forcefully into her already damp knickers for a few tenths of a second, and then dribbling to a stop. She felt a renewed burst of heat against her skin as the cotton crotch panel of her tight panties soaked up the liquid, momentarily containing the leak. However, that was quickly followed by a tickling sensation as it started to soak through the fabric and snake down the inside of her luscious thighs. Pressing her legs together, she halted the descent of the droplets, wiping them away just before they reached her knees. She had held it in so valiantly for such a long time, but now she had started to spurt uncontrollably, she knew it had to be game over very soon. Sarah squeezed Megan’s hand reassuringly. She could tell from the way she had shuddered that she had just lost a dribble or two, and she daydreamed about what must be happening beneath Megan’s dress. "Oh, my poor bladder..." Megan's sentence trailed off as she gave it a reassuring rub with her free hand and curtseyed deeply. It felt almost numb, and yet extraordinarily tender beneath her fingers. It had certainly had a workout these last few days! As she applied the gentlest of pressure to her bulging navel, a surge of exhilaration exploded through her body and spiked downwards into her womanhood, making her just a bit weak at the knees. The exquisite aching sensation mingled with the familiar feelings of arousal that being so full and desperate always seemed to give her, and the warm moist fabric of her knickers caressed her ever so sensuously as she struggled and squirmed to hold back the flow. There was no denying it; although she was utterly busting for a wee, it felt so good! Really not wanting to embarrass herself and have another accident however, she had to hold it all inside her somehow, no matter what. "Come on sweetie, we can't stay here. You have to be strong, and wait for just for a few more minutes." Sarah repeated with a little edge of sternness to her voice. The truth of it was obvious to Megan, but she just didn't know if she had any more strength left in reserve. She could feel her muscles quivering, and she could feel herself dribbling a little yet again. Three leaks in less than a minute... things were looking very bad indeed. She had never intentionally wet herself yet however, and she wasn't about to start now no matter how strong the urge was to simply give up; she had to at least try... With Sarah leading the way, Megan followed behind very slowly, her body bent slightly forward at the waist so that from the side her profile resembled the curved angle of a boomerang. Sudden movements were out of the question, as were any heavy footfalls, so she hobbled tentatively almost on tiptoes. The slightest nudge or jolt to the balloon of urine inside her abdomen would see gravity taking over, and pee gushing out all over the floor. As it was, every gentle step was bringing her closer and closer to… something, she wasn't even sure what any more. The all-consuming and positively mind blowing urgency of her situation, in all its erotic glory, was almost more than she could stand. Why did I drink all that coffee this morning? Silly girl! Megan scolded herself, cradling her bladder and barely resisting the urge to grab hold of her most intimate womanly region, dribbling and oozing liquid as it was. Pee certainly accounted for much of the warm wetness currently residing between her legs, but it felt as if there could be an awful lot of other, altogether slicker and stickier fluids congregating besides. As they approached the stairway, Megan looked up at she sheer vastness of it, laid out before her like the most daunting assault course she had ever seen. When a girl was in such a seriously desperate state, her bladder filling all the available space inside her petite frame, even the simplest of things became a test of one's willpower and strength. Megan was withdrawing into herself, unable to find the strength to even speak or raise protest at the condition she was in. It was all she could do to just prevent the contents of her bladder from exploding into her panties as she followed Sarah like a little lost sheep, in the hopes that she might take pity on her and lead her to the holy grail, a/k/a that elusive bathroom. As unlikely as it seemed, in that moment Megan had hope and believed it might well be true. She fantasised about that one thing, the sparkling white porcelain against her legs as she sat down, cold to the touch on the backs of her thighs, but warming quickly as she blasted what felt like litre after litre of wee into its waiting mouth …she tensed every muscle in her body as the little fantasy started to become a grim realty, and yet another trickle escaped her and snaked down the insides of both of her thighs. Oh … stop ... please! Megan pleaded. Her body apparently heeded her internal cries, because the leak now slowed to a dribble before petering out completely again, but it left her underwear utterly sodden and feeling extraordinary hot. If she didn't know better, she would swear she could see a little wisp of steam emanating from under the hem of her dress, followed by the sweet smell of fragrant feminine urine. Sarah was already half way up the staircase before Megan had even attempted its ascent, but she now steeled herself for the climb. Glancing around like a nervous meerkat, the feelings between her legs were building to the point where if she didn't find a proper spot to pee, she was either going to wet herself anyway or come, or maybe even both. She scanned her surroundings, her eyes flitting from one place to another in search of a suitable place to release … she wasn't going to make it to the seemingly mythical loo now, that much was becoming obvious. With each footstep up, tiny spurts and splutters were now jetting from her body at regular intervals and leaving a trail of tiny droplets behind her like the crumbs the little girl had sown in that fairy tale she remembered from her childhood, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it from happening now. In a desperate last ditch attempt to contain it, she hitched up the front of her dress and began to work her pee hole through the thin fabric of her floral patterned and lace trimmed cotton knickers, but even then she could still feel it coming out, seeping around her finger tips and trickling onto her hand. Panting quickly and shallowly she began to panic as she finally reached the top of the stairs, her face flushed red with shame and embarrassment and with beads of perspiration dripping from her brow. Dishevelled, her hair was clinging to her forehead, and her body shivered and trembled as it tried to override the voluntary muscle at the base of her bladder that was keeping her in such an agonisingly desperate state. She looked around and saw the sculpture of the big blue eye, but she most certainly couldn't pee into that! Why couldn't it have been a vase like the one she had knocked over downstairs? Tiptoeing carefully behind Sarah, doubled over in pain and with a hand jammed between her legs and kneading her privates, they approached the scene of her accident yesterday afternoon. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to not need a wee, but there it was, both in front of her and in her mind's eye, and she suddenly remembered the way it felt as clear as anything. The sweet release of finally feeling her bladder emptying, it was like waking up from a nightmare and seeing the light... I'm not going to wet myself, I'm not going to wet myself, Megan kept repeating her very personal version of a Hindu mantra over and over in her head. It will just have to stay in until I find the toilet. I'm NOT going to wet myself... However, her critically full bladder simply wasn't taking heed of anything her mind was telling it. If anything, the thoughts in her mind were being drowned out by the incessant ache and throbbing of the angry and heavily distended ball of urine inside her abdomen. As she felt the next hot droplets of urine finally reach her ankles, she stopped in her tracks and leaned against the wall for support, both hands now massaging and kneading her wee hole with renewed energy and vigour. Sensing Megan was no longer following, Sarah stopped, turned around, and walked slowly back towards her. Watching her grind her little panty clad pussy against her fingers, Sarah noticed she was panting harder than ever, and looking rather flushed in the cheeks. As Megan pressed and prodded at her womanly lips, she didn't know what she wanted to happen first; a long hard wee, or a long hard orgasm. It seemed that both were on the horizon, and approaching her like a speeding bullet train. But she wouldn't be allowed to come, she knew that already... Taking hold of both of her wrists, Sarah gently coaxed Megan's hands out from between her thighs. Instantly moaning in protest, Megan curtseyed and squirmed, knotting her legs together to try and reapply pressure where she so desperately needed it. “Do you remember the new rule sweetie?” Sarah enquired with a little smile. "No holding yourself remember, only I'm allowed to do that." As Megan writhed and twisted like a squirmy little worm, it was all she could do to remember her own name at this stage. The thought of finally having a pee was all consuming, and her mind was unable to entertain any other thought. Sarah said no more, but stepped in closer and pressed her body up against Megan’s. “I need a wee so badly … ohhhh ... please help me hold it ... please,” was the only thing Megan could say before returning to a chorus of moans and gasps. Glancing around to make sure they were alone in the corridor, Sarah moved her hands to either side of Megan’s hips, and held her tenderly. From here she could clearly smell the fragrant pee that Megan had leaked into her underwear; there was no mistaking it, and it was more erotic than the most expensive and extravagant of perfumes. As Megan wriggled and writhed in front of her, Sarah gently lifted the front of Megan's floral dress to reveal her lacy cotton knickers. A little shocked by the way her bladder bulged out in front of her, Sarah ran a finger gently over the mound and admired her pretty panties, their tight waistband looking as if it was applying unwelcome pressure to her bladder, and the wet material clinging to her beautiful body in other places. Megan suddenly grimaced, a longer jet of urine spraying from her privates and hissing noisily into the cotton beneath. In one swift movement, Sarah's hand moved down and began to press against Megan's gushing pee hole, massaging her firmly through the delicate cotton. She felt the hot wee squirt onto her hand, then dribble through her fingers and drip to the floor. As the stream briefly halted again, Sarah leaned in and kissed her passionately, feeling her shudder and tremble all the while. At the same time, she worked her now wet hand down the waistband of Megan's knickers, and began to caress her smooth bare flesh, feeling her hot moist lips under her fingers. Not pausing to even consider the fact that anyone could walk around the corner and catch them at any second, Megan could do nothing but relent to Sarah's will. With her bladder throbbing, about to explode its pressurised contents out through the little opening between her legs, a sudden contraction of pleasure pulsed through her body as Sarah stroked and massaged her. Clenching every muscle, desperate to wee, desperate to come, Megan still resisted both for several long moments until the decision was finally taken out of the hands of her conscious mind. Squirting forcefully once, twice, then rapidly again and again, Megan could control her bodily functions no longer. With her legs wobbling as the urge overwhelmed her broken body, a gentle hiss rapidly grew into a loud sizzling torrent that erupted from her, liquid spewing from her insides, out over her lover's probing fingers and cascading directly to the ground below. As hot aromatic pee began to blast into her hand, Sarah slid her middle finger up between Megan's already parted lips. Finding her squirting urethra a short way behind the bump of her firm love button, she pressed directly and firmly up onto it, obstructing the exit and forcing the powerful jet to come to an abrupt stop. As Megan moaned loudly in protest, her bladder contracted hard, desperate to force its contents out of her one way or another. At that moment the pressure from within felt excruciatingly and achingly orgasmic, and the pain was now mingling and merging with feelings of mounting pleasure. Sarah's other hand lovingly stroked and caressed her hair as they continued to kiss and embrace, while at the same time she began to manipulate and play with her sex, all the while maintaining the upward pressure on Megan's urethra. Feeling her lover squirm around against her fingers, Sarah playfully released her hold for a second and allowed Megan's wee to flow. A brief but forceful spurt instantly sprayed out at Sarah's will and ran like a river down the insides of Megan's legs, trickling into her shoes and adding to a puddle that was already forming on the carpeted floor. "That's enough for now," Sarah whispered as she moved her finger back to block the flow. Being toyed with in such a way was driving Megan to the brink of ecstasy, but still she tried valiantly to prevent the ever-intensifying feelings from becoming a full blown orgasm. The sheer effort and determination to hold back her pee for as long as she was physically and mentally able meant she was sweating profusely, and her whole body felt moist. Her face burned brightly, and a droplet of sweat trickled down her cheek as she shivered and trembled. Just a few seconds later, as Sarah teased and played with her slowly and expertly, once again conscious decisions meant nothing and her body decided something on her behalf. As her PC muscles began to contract, tighter and tighter, building up to the first wave of an earth shattering orgasm, Megan knew there was no way of stopping it now. With it building to greater and greater heights, Megan's knees finally gave way and her legs turned to jelly. Her body screamed as the crushing contraction felt as if it was tearing her bursting bladder apart, and she squealed loudly in ecstasy and delight. Pinned tightly between the wall behind her and Sarah's supporting embrace in front, Megan didn't fall; instead, she wrapped her arms securely around her lover and clung on for dear life. "I can't… I can't stop it," Megan breathed, "I'm going to come, and I've got to pee... pleeeease let me." Just as the all-consuming contraction reached its crescendo, an orgasmic spasm pulsed through her body and exploded upwards through her abdomen. Sarah knew the moment had arrived, and finally she eased up the pressure on Megan's pee hole, but kept her hand right there inside her panties as she lost all control. Urine was immediately propelled from her insides, gushing out uncontrollably from between her lips just as the first wave of orgasm began to take hold. Convulsing and trembling in time to her contractions, and grinding her privates against Sarah's exploring fingers, her pee continued to hiss loudly as it jetted from her. Splashing over Sarah's hand, it then cascaded through and around the thin fabric of her knickers before making a rapid descent to the ground. Some stray bits of it snaked down her legs like little streams flowing from the river's main source, and the rest just poured straight down between them. An overwhelming sense of euphoric relief washed over her body and soul as her bladder contracted hard, and her already strong stream became an even stronger torrential waterfall of urine, the hissing now almost deafening to both girls' ears. As her bladder pushed and squeezed the pee out of her as rapidly as possible, she was utterly powerless to prevent it even if she had wanted to now. Nothing mattered in that instant except the intensity of the feelings enveloping her body, not even the very public nature of her accident. As the relief of a desperately needed wee intensified, she shuddered and lurched her body in time to the pulsating contractions of her womanhood. Coming and going with more intensity than ever before, she leaned all of her weight into Sarah, fearing the powerful waves of ecstasy may at any moment cause her to black out. As if in slow motion, and with stars dancing around in front of her eyes, her body was rocked by the earthquake taking place in her nether regions. Sarah held her tightly, feeling her body shudder and convulse, until finally the intensity began to fade. After what felt like the longest and most arduous climax in all her 27 years of life, the relief she had been craving for such a long time was hers in totality. As the stream waned and her contractions slowly weakened and then came to an end, she simply stood there like a helpless little girl, ashamed and embarrassed, yet still ecstatic nonetheless. Content for a moment to take comfort from her lover, she clung to Sarah for a long while, until finally reality came flooding back to her. They were still there in the hallway, and at any moment someone could catch them. She looked down in horror at the puddle still spreading beneath her feet, and let out an involuntary little sob. Erica is really going to hate me, she thought. Cleaning up a puddle of wee once in a weekend is enough, but twice, OMG. She blushed brightly at the thought of the little housemaid seeing her in the same situation once again. With Sarah's help and support, Megan gradually regained a little strength in her legs and then finally was able to stand mostly on her own, although she was still leaning against the wall just a bit. "Wait here darling, I'll go and fetch someone to clean up the mess," Sarah said as she withdrew her hand from Megan's knickers, and tenderly smoothed down the front of her dress for her. Somehow the fabric of it had remained virtually dry throughout the flood, only showing just a few tiny splashes that would shortly fade and disappear on their own. Unable to resist, Sarah took a quick lick of her fingers before dashing off down the corridor. "Wait, don't leave me here..." Megan pleaded, but her words came too late. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 17: DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN "Sod those girls, it's all their fault she's gotten this idea in her head now!" little Erica muttered to herself. As the tiny housemaid stood up on tiptoe on the small ladder, balancing very precariously in her high heeled shoes and reaching as high as possible with her feather duster to clean the quite non-existent dust from the books on the top shelf, she was squirming with desperation. It had been far too long since her last pee break, but she tried hard not to think about that now as she went about the various tasks she had to perform in order to fulfill her duties. By now, Erica was actually quite amazed at the way a full bladder could turn even the simplest of jobs into a challenging affair. On waking this morning she had been informed of the new rules, and had been dressed in her maid's uniform without being allowed to relieve herself. As if that weren't already enough, her mistress had inserted a remote controlled vibrating egg into her privates before pulling up her silk knickers, and while the pretty little maid was going about her work, every so often the device would switch on when she least expected it, causing a series of quite unpredictable cascading waves of pleasure to mingle with her desperation until by now the two sensations were almost inextricably melded in her mind and body. All of this, the twisting and reaching and bending over become such sweet torture when one so badly needs a wee. And that egg... OMG! This part certainly wasn't in the job description, she thought to herself as she felt just the tiniest bit of pee escape into her black silk knickers, making them warm and damp before she clenched her PC muscles tightly to stop the flow of it as rapidly as it had begun. OMG, there's absolutely no way I'm getting through this whole morning without a wee; I'm fer the loo right this sec, in fact!!! And I really don't care what she has to say about it, either! She climbed back down the ladder as quickly as possible while taking care not to lose her balance, knowing that a slip and fall would probably have her wetting herself uncontrollably. As it was, she was struggling to maintain control of her bladder now. She headed down the hall, hoping to steal a brief moment in which to relieve herself. Although, for some reason, I AM finding it rather arousing to be in this state... Just as she found herself thinking that, she felt another small trickle of urine coming out, and she stopped in her tracks, curtseying with her legs crossed tightly together now as she squirmed in place, helpless to prevent it. She sighed deeply, knowing that it would only be a matter of minutes before she would actually lose control, whether she made it to the toilet or not. She had had a full list of things to do, and had gone about her tasks already a bit desperate right from the start, but somehow she had managed to hold on, only the smallest of trickles of hot wee escaping into her black silk knickers from time to time despite her desperation and the unpredictable stimulation from the vibrating egg's random starts and stops. But now it was almost mid-day; the urge was undeniable, and she was near to the absolute end of her ability to hold. Her small bladder was full and distended beneath her tight black top and lace trimmed apron, and her short skirt gave little protection from the odd draft of cold air which rather rapidly turned the warm wet feeling down between her legs into a cold and clammy one that actually made her eager for the next warm little squirt. Which then occurred right on cue as the egg began to whirr softly inside of her once more, then stopped just as suddenly as it had started. OMG, I'm not going to make it, am I? she thought, even as she started pee dancing her way down the hall again, more rapidly this time. And she's not even here to see me wet, either! She said she wanted to see it!!! Somehow, against all odds, the little maid had managed to make it to the WC, though. Glancing around nervously to see if anyone was watching, she realized that the coast was clear. She reached for the door handle with a trembling hand, the other being wedged firmly down between her legs up under her short skirt beneath the layers of flouncy, frilly petticoats she wore and pressing hard on her tiny wee hole through her damp panties in a desperate but futile attempt to prevent the inevitable. At that exact moment, Erica heard Lady Daghly calling her name, but fearing any second now could be the one to see her peeing uncontrollably into her skimpy black silk panties, she couldn't afford to be delayed for even an instant. Turning the door handle to the bathroom, she squealed a little moan of despair when it wouldn't budge. She steeled herself to give it a hefty kick, hoping that the impact wouldn't dislodge more than just the recalcitrant door, but it was too late... "Erica, where do you think you are going? Get back to work right this instant!" Lady Daghly scolded, standing right behind her now. At that very same moment, the vibrating egg was activated. The little housemaid gasped softly as she heard it begin to whirr quietly and felt it moving gently inside of her, helpless to prevent it in any way. OMG, not now!!! Please, not now!! she thought. NOT NOW!!! With the bathroom door handle still firmly in her hand, Erica reluctantly stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly, blushing beet red and praying that Lady D. wouldn't notice either the sound of the vibrating egg inside of her as its pulses began to grow stronger and faster now, or her reaction to the sudden increased stimulation. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, I just really need to..." Her voice was half gasp, half whisper now."Never mind that for the moment. That silly Parker girl has gone and had another accident; I really just wish someone could just tell her where the lavatory is. Go and clean up her puddle for me now, would you, and be quick about it." It was at that moment little Erica realised the error of wearing silk underwear. As a slightly longer jet of hot wee shot from her frantic body, it spent only the briefest moment within her knickers before trickling straight through. Feeling it dribble down the inside of her right thigh, it quickly dawned on her that although it did feel very nice against one's skin, silk wasn't particularly absorbent, and she took that moment to curtsey again deeply, rubbing her thighs together as she did to try to hide the fact that she had just wet herself a little. 'Yes, Ma'am! Right away, Ma'am!" Erica replied contritely with downcast eyes. Which was just as well, because there was murder in them at the moment; they flashed a strange red color very briefly before turning back to their usual lovely shade of green."That's a good girl! She's in the upstairs hallway again; don't forget to fetch the cleaning supplies before you go, now." Erica carefully made her way back to the kitchen to get the bucket and sponge again, trying to keep her thighs pressed together as tightly as possible while she walked and feeling tiny dribbles of her pee escaping all the while, dampening her knickers bit by bit. Despite her best efforts, they were quite sodden with her fragrant pee by now, she could tell, but still, she was somehow able to hold back the main flood as she went gingerly up the stairs, leaking ever so slightly all the while. As she passed the Hepworth sculpture on the landing, she had to pause for a moment as a wave of serious desperation threatened to overwhelm her right there, and she squeaked like a little mouse as she squirted just a bit more hot pee into her black silk panties before she was able to regain control of her bodily functions, her legs crossed and bending deeply at the knees. OMG, I just about lost it there; I don't know how much more of this I'm going to be able to take before I wet myself totally, the cute little housemaid thought. As she walked down the hallway with her cleaning supplies in hand, she began to realize something about the state she was in. It does feel really nice, this holding...I wonder if it's the same for that Megan girl? Just as that thought passed through little Erica's head, she saw Megan standing there, in a puddle of her own making once again. She actually holds until she can't take it anymore... OMG! I know how good it feels to have a wee when you've really got to go, so... I wonder what it feels like to wet like that?Now Erica was curious as well as desperate. And since Lady D hadn't allowed her to use the loo, she made up her mind. The little maid would try to hold on for as long as she could, knowing that that would probably only be a few more minutes at the very most! "Hullo, ma'am, no need to be upset, now," the small girl said, noticing the tears at the corners of Megan's eyes. "This is all in a day's work for me, ma'am; I don't mind a bit." Erica lowered her voice now. "Besides, I'm totes desp meself, ma'am, really. So don't be surprised if I..." The sentence trailed off as the little housemaid blushed bright red, looking down at Megan's puddle. She squirmed in place, feeling the fullness of her bladder, the warm wetness down between her legs not only from the pee that had already leaked out into her knickers, but also now from her girl juices. There was no mistaking the feeling any more; she was quite aroused from the periodic and unpredictable stimulation of the toy inside of her, from her own very desperate state, and from the knowledge that she was going to end up wetting herself uncontrollably any minute now, and in front of Megan, no less... Erica was feeling a strange mixture of emotions as she bent down to begin cleaning up the puddle, still squirming in place and dribbling hot pee into her panties all the while, but resisting the urge to just totally let go, fighting so desperately to hold on. As she was down there on her knees, her upper body parallel to the floor as she worked, suddenly she became aware of two things: that the egg had begun vibrating inside of her again, and that the two of them weren't alone in the hallway any more. That Sarah girl was there watching her now, OMG... and Wan Yu had emerged seemingly from out of nowhere as well, holding the remote that controlled the egg inside of her and turning it up even further now.As the increased stimulation rapidly took effect, it finally pushed the pretty little maid over the edge. She gasped loudly as the waves of a strong orgasm began to engulf her, and Erica's cheeks flushed even more red with embarrassment as she realized that she had reached the end of her ability to hold back the flood of urine within her. Now a hot spurt of pee filled her panties and then squirted out right through them, splashing down onto the floor between her legs as she spread them apart slightly. She gasped again and put her head down between her arms, leaving her cute little bottom still up in the air. There was no stopping it now; hot urine soaked her stocking-clad thighs, flowed down to her knees, and formed a large puddle there that joined with Megan's as both Wan Yu and Sarah looked on, smiling contentedly. The only thing better than a wetter for a watcher was... two wetters! The feeling of relief was joyful, ecstatic even, despite being mixed with a deep sense of humiliation at such a public display of loss of control. Or was it that her sense of embarrassment and humiliation was actually intensifying her ecstasy?All she knew for sure was that it felt amazing to be there doing this, peeing her panties while three lovely girls watched her... she didn't dare look up, fearing that it might all be too much for her if she met anyone's gaze right now. She closed her eyes, content to only feel for the moment... feel her blushing face flushed and hot against the cool skin of her arms, feel the welcome warmth between her slightly parted thighs as the hot urine and her girl juices continued their jet and their oozing flow, feel the cool draft of a slight breeze as it crept under her short skirt to make her feel even more vulnerable and exposed right at that very moment. The feelings were amazingly wonderful, and she didn't want them to stop.Erica continued to pee uncontrollably for a surprisingly long time, her head down between her arms and her eyes averted, feeling the most curious mixture of shame, embarrassment, arousal, pleasure and pride that she'd been able to do what was expected of her. This new sensation was overwhelming; it was amazing, it was ecstatic... there was nothing else like it in the world, and she knew that she would crave this forever. A new sensation, but It seemed oddly familiar too, like something she had experienced in a past life or alternate existence somehow. Finally the hot flood of urine slowed, the waterfall becoming a smaller stream, then a trickle, until only a few stray droplets still dripped from the little housemaid's soaked knickers into the surprisingly large puddle beneath her now. As she raised her eyes from the floor, she saw Wan Yu, Sarah, and even Megan looking at her with unabashed approval, and more than a hint of lust as well. Although she now had an even bigger puddle to clean up, little Erica somehow knew this wouldn't be the last time she'd be holding, or wetting herself either. And she didn't mind the thought, not one little bit. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 18:DRIVEN TO THE BRINKMegan stood at the foot of her bed and rubbed the towel up and down her legs, drying any errant droplets of pee that still lingered on them. As Sarah pretended to look out of the window, she watched her intently in the reflection, every little move she made both sensual and seductive to her. When Megan reached up beneath her dress and slipped her cold wet panties down her legs, wriggling as she did so, it was all Sarah could do to not pounce on her right there and then. She wanted her so badly, but there was no time for that now... Stepping out of them, Megan wiped away the last of the moisture with the towel before throwing it in a heap on the bed. Now twirling her panties around her index finger, she flicked them playfully at Sarah, and they flew through the air before landing neatly on her shoulder. Megan couldn't help but giggle a little at the awesomeness of her shot. "If only that was an Olympic sport! I'd make a wicked wet knicker flicker..." Before Sarah had a chance to react, Megan skipped over to her travel bag and began rummaging for a clean, and more importantly, dry pair to put on. Far from feeling ashamed or embarrassed, Megan was in fact jubilant; the vivid image of little Erica was playing on a loop inside her head. OMG, she had found a fellow wetter! Turning around and removing the saturated panties from her shoulder, Sarah scrunched them up in her hands, a few droplets of cold wee dripping between her fingers and to the floor. Looking at Megan as she stood bent over and with her back to her, still rummaging through her bag, Sarah's eyes moved slowly up her long luscious legs. Coming to rest on her pert little bottom, hidden beneath her dress but positively mesmerising all the same, a little twinge of excitement pulsed through her body. Sarah was feeling more than just a little aroused; despite the unfortunate turn of events, this weekend had already turned into an unmitigated success as far as she was concerned! "OK, found them … but this is my last pair," Megan said with a smile as she stepped into them and pulled them up. "I can't wet this pair, or I'll have to go commando until we get home!" "Oh, now that would be such a shame," Sarah said, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice. "Come on, we'd better get down to lunch, after all the drama we're running late again!" Slipping her shoes back on and taking just a moment to compose herself, Megan grasped Sarah's outstretched hand tightly, and the couple left the room. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Meanwhile, on the very top floor of the manor in the attic rooms which were allotted to the servants, little Erica was also removing her own soaking wet panties now while the lovely Wan Yu Gigg watched her from the comfort of the small single bed, her long legs fully extended with her leather-booted feet propped up on the footboard, her long shiny dark hair fanned out on the soft down-filled pillow, and the remote control to the vibrating egg still firmly in hand. "That was quite the show there, my dear little one," the tall woman said with a smile on her lips now. "I had no idea you could hold such a copious amount of liquid inside of you for so long..." Erica only blushed again, too embarrassed to reply. She had fully enjoyed wetting herself, even if the humiliation of it had been extreme. The last time she'd had an accident in public was... strangely, she couldn't remember. She knew it had happened more than a few times when she was much younger, but there seemed to be other memories also, buried away but rising to the surface slowly now that she had consciously decided to hold until she couldn't anymore. The sensations and emotions were strangely familiar, and she knew she had experienced exactly this same thing more than once before now, although she couldn't recall where or when it had previously happened. Still, the eerie feeling of déja vu was unmistakable as the cute little housemaid began to rinse out her pee-soaked black silk knickers in the small sink, then soaped them up and rinsed them out again before gently wringing them dry and laying them tenderly over the rack that held her towel and face cloth.Even the slight draft that chilled her nether regions now that they were bare and exposed under her short skirt and frilly petticoats seemed familiar to her, oddly enough. "EEEK!"She scurried quickly over to her dresser and rummaged in the top drawer for another pair of panties now. Finding another skimpy, lace-trimmed pair, she quickly stepped into them and pulled them up into place just as her mistress turned the vibrating egg on again, making her gasp softly."Maybe next time I won't let you change out of them, either," Wan Yu said with a wicked little laugh. "The way you squirmed and wriggled all the way back up here was adorable, really." "OMG, don't even say that!" Erica said, almost panic-stricken. "It feels wonderful when it's warm and wet, when it's happening and right afterwards. I think I like that part... right up to when it starts to feel cold... that's just too icky. I can't stand that feeling, I have to get those panties off fast then."
Strange, she was listening to herself say these words as if it were someone else speaking, someone who had a lot of experience wetting herself... "Of course, you know I love you, and would never do anything to hurt you, sweetie. Even if you are my little sub, I still want you to be happy, darling." Wan Yu smiled again, much more sweetly this time, and little Erica's heart melted just as it always did in the face of the obvious and overwhelming love her mistress had for her. She had never felt so safe and secure in her entire life as she did now, under Wan Yu's complete control. Although, once again, a dim recollection of another place and time was surfacing, as well as a name... Anna? She couldn't be sure, it was too faint a memory... but something like that... "I know you wouldn't... OHHH!" The little housemaid gasped again as Wan Yu turned up the speed and intensity controls on the remote in her hand, bringing her quite firmly back to the present. "These panties won't be dry for long if you keep this up," Erica said with a little giggle."That's your problem, sweetie, not mine," Wan Yu answered with another smile on her pretty lips. "Hadn't you better be getting back to work now? I'm sure Her Ladyship is wondering where you've wandered off to..." "Yes, I really must be going... much to do, much to do," the tiny redhead said, her answering smile causing her beautiful green eyes to start twinkling like emeralds now. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
OK, dear readers, i've been running a little late this weekend, and i must apologize for that.
but hopefully this next chapter of HBL will make the wait worthwhile... we've certainly enjoyed it ourselves, orango & i !
CHAPTER 19:NUTS AND BOLTSGripping Sarah's hand tightly, Megan trailed slightly behind as they strolled slowly back down the staircase, her eyes downcast. As hugely exciting as her most recent accident had been, the thought of facing the highly formidable Wan Yu so soon afterwards was filling her with dread, and a rabble of butterflies were dancing a particularly lively tango inside her stomach. During last night's dinner at which she had consumed many large glasses of wine, Wan Yu had seemed so very nice; but now even the thought of her was making Megan feel smaller and more little-girl-like than ever before. Strangely, it wasn't the worst feeling in the world; in fact, she was finding the whole experience rather enjoyable. To top things off, it had been less than an hour since she’d last peed, but she was already starting to feel a little pressure down there again. But this was her last pair of clean knickers, and she wasn’t going to wet them, no way…Stepping through the threshold of the salon once again, Megan glanced up for a second and noticed that neither Wan Yu nor Erica were anywhere to be seen. With a little sigh of relief, or possibly disappointment, Megan caught herself fantasising about what they might be getting up to at this precise moment, blushing at the thought. It was very lucky indeed that Sarah couldn't read her mind; she would have been in all kinds of trouble right now!Making their way over to a table of food, they approached the only other people in the room. A very bored looking Firenda was currently enduring a lengthy lecture from Mao regarding encryption algorithms and the role of the GCHQ, but however emphatically he spoke, his enthusiasm was obviously lost on his target audience. With an expression that screamed 'Please save me!', Firenda smiled at the 2 girls as they neared, performing a subtle eye-roll as she did. Smiling back sweetly, Megan braved a "Hi" as they came and stood beside them. A large selection of delicious, if not a little ostentatious, looking food was laid out before them, and in his typical fashion Mao had already helped himself and was chomping noisily as he spoke.During a sentence that contained an inordinately large number of S's, Firenda suddenly and without warning found herself face to face with a morsel of partially chewed foie gras as it flew through the air, having been propelled from Mao's mouth a fraction of a second beforehand. With a reaction akin to that of the nimblest of ninjas, Firenda dodged the squishy bullet with ease, but then decided that was the last straw.Before she had the chance to interject however, Megan had already sensed that Firenda was in desperate need of saving, and was coming to her rescue. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but...""Oh, that's quite alright," Firenda replied hastily, not even bothering to wait for the end of the sentence. Having already turned her back on Mao, his lecture slowly petered out, although the noise of open-mouthed chewing was still clearly audible."Erm, will Hansom be joining us?" Megan asked, hurriedly trying to justify to Mao why she had jumped in to save his victim from a fate worse than Candy Crush Saga. Mao, seemingly accepting that as a valid reason, huffed and took a step back, leaning against the large fireplace with his loaded plate still in hand.“We parted ways a little while ago, but I thought he would be here by now. It’s not at all like him to be late for anything,” Firenda replied as she glanced at her watch. “Speaking of being late, has anyone seen Wan Yu?”“Um, well …the last time I saw her, she was a bit preoccupied with something,” Megan replied quietly, blushing again. So far this weekend, her cheeks had spent more time burning red than not, or so it seemed. To add to her present embarrassment, she was forced to perform a quick curtsey and leg cross, a sudden frantic urge to pee coming from completely out of nowhere.
As comparatively little as there was inside her bladder at that moment, her muscles were completely exhausted after the intense workout they’d had over the past 24 hours. Drawing on every last drop of willpower and strength, or what little she had remaining at least, she rode the waves of the urge. Squirming wildly with a slightly pained expression on her face, it was quite obvious to anyone that cared to look what the problem was.“Oh God… Firenda, could you tell me…” Megan said before trailing off. Glancing up at Sarah, she saw her glowering back at her. “Um, where, er … could you tell me where the, um…”“What Megan is trying to say is that we’re a little thirsty. Do you know if they’ll be providing drinks with lunch?” Sarah asked.Megan lowered her head in resignation. “Yes, that’s what I meant,” she confirmed, before sarcastically adding under her breath, “Not that I’m nearly weeing in my last pair of clean knickers … no, that wasn’t it at all.”“I believe so. I’d venture a guess that either Cervin or little Erica should be bringing them out shortly. Are you sure you’ll be able to, er, wait, Megan? You look awfully, um … thirsty … I have to say.” Firenda ventured with a little smile and an inquisitively raised eyebrow.“She can wait, thanks,” Sarah replied on Megan’s behalf.I’m not sure that ‘she’ can wait, actually. Megan thought to herself just as a tiny little squirt of urine shot out from between her legs, oozing into her panties. She shuddered as it happened, but the desperate surge abated quickly now that it had had that little triumph. Well, there we have it. My last pair, and now they’re all wet and sticky as well.Grabbing a plate, Megan resigned herself to her fate, and decided to make the most of the time she had between urges. She knew there would be another one before too long, but at least for now she was out of the danger zone. Helping themselves to the spoils, but choosing to avoid the foie gras after Mao’s vulgar display, both girls began to feast.As the minutes went by, it seemed that Firenda was growing more and more worried about Hansom. She had begun pacing up and down, looking over at the door every few seconds, and muttering under her breath, “He’s never late, never…”With the group having eaten their fill, they were about to call it time when Wan Yu entered the room, as bold and confident as ever. In the same moment, a rather flustered looking Erica scurried in through the servant’s entrance carrying a tray of drinks. She seemed to be humming gently to herself, and walking in a rather peculiar manner. With a forced smile, she placed the tray on the table and turned around without a word. As the humming grew higher in pitch, Erica let out a little gasp and picked up her pace, almost running out of the room. As the penny dropped, Sarah looked over at Wan Yu, who was discreetly fumbling with something inside her bag, a broad grin on her face.“Don’t get any ideas,” Megan said to Sarah with a smile of her own, not really meaning it."Such a busy bee our little Erica is, buzzing around so," Wan Yu said, still smiling. "You know, Megan, I've just really noticed, but the two of you look enough alike that you might be mistaken for sisters. And of course, that's not all you have in common," she added, so softly so that only the two girls could hear her. She was still smiling rather inscrutably.Megan blushed rather deeply, knowing exactly what the tall woman meant by the remark, and even Sarah was smiling slightly now that she was beginning to think of Wan Yu as more of an ally than a rival. "And where is Mr. Swain?" Wan Yu said, effortlessly switching back into 'professional' mode now. "We can't proceed to the business at hand without him. We shall have to adjourn yet again until he turns up." Pivoting sharply on her heel, she said, "I think I'll get a little exercise. Until later, then..."She probably never had any designs on Megan; after all, she has little Erica to play with and do with as she pleases! Sarah thought distractedly. But just in case..."Come on, Megan, let's go check out that garage. It seems they have quite the vintage car collection here," Sarah said, taking her hand firmly once more and leading her away from Wan Yu's amused gaze.It just so happened that Megan was secretly battling another desperate urge at that very moment, the entire contents of her tired and very tender bladder threatening to explode into the crotch of her already rather damp knickers. I peed not long ago, how can I be this desperate again already? Almost being pulled along by Sarah, she walked rather strangely, legs pressed so tightly together she was forced to take small mincing steps. To the untrained eye, it almost looked as if she was suffering from the same condition as little Erica had been. We really should buy some more batteries for my vibrating egg, Megan mused, suddenly feeling more adventurous than she ever had before. Unbeknownst to her, Sarah was thinking the exact same thing.As they stepped outside into the brisk Dartmoor air, a gentle breeze whipped around Megan's legs, making her underwear feel cold against her skin. She squirmed wildly until the cold was rapidly replaced by a feeling of renewed warmth as another little spurt of virtually clear wee erupted from her girlhood. Hold it girl, you gotta hold it in...The two girls approached the open garage bay. As they looked in, they could see a cream and brown 1940 Marmon Herrington Ford sedan up on jack stands, and two blue coverall-clad legs protruding from underneath it.Renchin was cursing a blue streak in French as he tried to unstick a frozen bolt, probably somewhere on the motor or transmission, Sarah thought. She knew that those four wheel drive conversions were notoriously tricky to service and maintain.“Putain de ta mere, quelle saloperie, cette bagnole ! Je sais meme pas pourqoui je gache mon temps avec cette merde maintenant…” the man under the car muttered angrily to himself.Suddenly, he noticed two pairs of high heels next to the car. He pushed his creeper out from underneath, and was greeted by the sight of two pairs of lovely legs, which went all the way up under a couple of flippy skirts, terminating in two lovely pairs of panties.He couldn’t be entirely sure, but at least one pair seemed to be a bit moist at the moment too. Looking further up, the damp panties belonged to the taller of the two girls, the one with the reddish brown hair and lovely green eyes, Megan. Although Megan was a bit more of a classic beauty than her companion, the other girl was no slouch in the looks department either. She had more of a gamine or tomboyish look to her, with her cropped blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and slightly more muscular build, but she was still quite attractive, as he had already noticed when the two of them had arrived in that big Mercedes sedan yesterday.She must work out, Renchin thought. She’s small, but I’ll bet she’s pretty strong for her size. What a pair, these two; too bad they are playing for the other team…”Quelle dommage…” he couldn’t help muttering as he stood up, wiping his hands on a shop rag that was oily enough already that it really wasn’t going to do much in the way of getting them clean.“What’s a shame?” Megan asked.“There’s a stuck bolt on the transmission; I need to drain the fluid, but I’m afraid I’ll shear the ‘ead off completely if I pull on it too 'ard…“Vous parlez francais, mademoiselle?” Renchin asked, looking directly at Megan now.“Oui, monsieur, un petit peu; j’en suis obligeé parfois pour mon travail.” Megan replied with a charming smile."Ah oui, bien sur," Neverdon said, smiling back at her. "We must do what we must in our work, certainement."There was a workbench along the back wall of the garage, with several rolling tool chests on either side of it, as well as a large air compressor. The workbench was uncluttered and well-organised, and Sarah noticed that there were framed pictures of the fully restored Coachcraft Roadster in the prime space above it, where usually a girlie calendar or poster might have taken pride of place.On the wall to one side, there was a large case full of gleaming trophies from previous Concours D'Elegance... no First Place trophies or Best in Show ones, however, Sarah observed.Looking at the photos of the beautiful brilliant blue Roadster that had been wrecked the day they had arrived, Sarah sighed and said, “It’s really a shame she was damaged so badly in that shunt. Do you think they’ll be able to get her fixed up again?”Renchin laughed bitterly and said, “Zey? It is only I who ever did the work on ‘er. Three whole years I worked, not counting ze time it took to find her, and to either source ze parts, or, when none could be found, to fabricate zem.” He shook his head sadly. “She would have taken first prize in ‘er class at the St. James Concours D’Elegance this year, maybe even Best in Show. She was a rare beauty, but I am not sure zat much can even be salvaged from her now.”Suddenly, they heard a blood-curdling shriek, followed by a high-pitched voice screaming and babbling incoherently. The sounds were coming from the pool house.Without hesitating, Renchin took off in that direction at a fast run, followed closely by Sarah, with Megan bringing up the rear. She was unable to move quite as rapidly as the other two due to her somewhat desperate state.-------------------------------------------------------------------------As they entered the pool house, there was a definite smell of barbecued pork in the air but unfortunately the only ribs in the room belonged to the blackened corpse that was still sitting upright, its feet dangling into the water, with what appeared to be the remnants of a mobile phone in its hand. There was a pair of socks next to the charred body, and those distinctive brown and cream coloured wingtip shoes beside it.It looked as if they had found Hansom, only he wasn’t quite so handsome anymore.Actually, all that was left to recognize him by was that set of incredibly straight white teeth, which managed to make him appear as if he was still smiling despite his grisly fate.“I was… I was coming to take a swim… w-when I turned on the lights, there he was,” Wan Yu stammered, obviously shaken and distraught. “OMG, how horrid…”For the moment, her hard steely demeanour had evaporated into thin air, leaving only a frightened little girl behind.She had even wet herself, Sarah realized, probably in fear when she first saw the gruesome sight. Although Wan Yu had wrapped a towel around her waist to conceal the wet spot on her bathing suit bottom, she hadn’t had the presence of mind to do anything about the tell-tale puddle at her feet. She was obviously badly shaken up.In a moment, Cervin, Erica and Mao Tse had shown up as well, having heard all the commotion coming from the pool house.Mao adjusted his glasses as he bent down and examined the rather gruesome looking corpse."Hmmm, will you look at that? He's got a mobile phone in his hand," Mao murmured. "It looks as if he was electrocuted by his Blackberry while trying to either make a call or sneak a text message out, maybe?""Can a mobile phone actually do that?" Megan asked, anxiously."Not normally," Mao replied, looking at it carefully without removing it from the charred hand that was still grasping it firmly. "But this one has been booby-trapped somehow, apparently. I just hope there’s enough left for me to figure out how, though."Mao removed a pen from the protector in his shirt pocket and gingerly pried the corpse's fingers apart just enough for the remnants of the mobile to drop into his waiting hand."OMG, and I was about to use my tablet last night too..." Megan said. "Do you think...?" she trailed off.Sarah turned pale at the idea that the same thing that had happened to Hansom could have possibly happened to Megan as well.Suddenly she felt faint and she collapsed into the deck chair which luckily was right behind her. "OMG..." she repeated. She had almost wet herself with fear at the thought of how close her lover might have come to death."Are you alright, Madam?" Cervin enquired solicitously.Sarah's fear was rapidly turning to anger now, and the change was quite clear on her pretty face."Someone's going to pay for this!" she said, balling one of her small hands into a fist and pounding it into the palm of the other.“Looks as if we’re going to have to have the police ‘round again.” Megan muttered.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
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CHAPTER 20:A TANGLED WEBInspector Philbert Marlowe was uneasy.He had been called in from Scotland Yard after the corpse had been discovered in the pool house, and now that there was a definite instance of foul play at the manor, it certainly made the death of Lord Daghly the previous day a little less of a cut and dried affair, despite the bumbling efforts of the local constabulary to put the case to rest quickly and quietly.Marlowe had been less than impressed with Dunstable and Grant during his interviews with the aforementioned duo; a right couple of rural dunderheads they were, in his professional opinion.Still, even with his own extensive experience in police work, he felt a bit out of his depth with the landed gentry. His normal beat was a good deal seamier, involving working class pubs, seedy drug dens and the odd dead body dumped into the river or buried in the woods.This was beyond white collar crime, it was ‘silk ascot’ crime, he thought, smiling at the phrase he had just coined. Well, this will be one for the memoirs, most certainly.The Inspector began by clearing his mind of everything but the matter at hand."Let's start with the corpse in the pool house," he said to Lady Daghly. "I'd like to see that first, if you don't mind, Ma'am""Certainly, Inspector... Marlin, is it?""Marlowe, Your Ladyship.""Cervin will show you to the pool house, Inspector. I have many details to see to now," Lady Daghly said, and then she turned and walked rapidly away.Dunstable and Grant were back at the manor for the second time in less than 48 hours, although now it was merely to establish a security perimeter around the pool house while Inspector Marlowe made a search within for clues as to the identity of the murderer, if indeed this second death wasn't simply some kind of freak accident.Marlowe doubted that very much. As soon as he had seen the body of the dead man, he had gotten that familiar feeling in his gut; his instincts were all telling him that something very odd was going on here, and that whatever had happened to the victim, it was no accident.He was known around the Yard as 'Sniffy' Marlowe because of his unerring ability to 'sniff out' the truth when investigating a crime, and although he hated that nickname, he did have to concede that it was not entirely inappropriate. He had a prominent aquiline nose, and a long thin face; in point of fact, he rather resembled Basil Rathbone in the actor's classic portrayal of Sherlock Holmes."So, what do you make of our Inspector Martin then?" PCSO Grant enquired in her grating voice."Martin? I thought 'is name was Marlborough," Constable Dunstable said as he rolled out the "POLICE / DO NOT CROSS" tape to block the entryway to the pool house."Well, whatever 'is name is, 'e does seem to know what 'e's on about, don't you think?" Grant queried.Unlike her overweight bumbling partner, the Inspector from Scotland Yard was everything she thought a police officer should be, and quite good looking besides. She couldn't help herself; she was getting a bit warm and moist down there in her knickers just thinking about him. Try as she might to keep her mind on her work, she couldn't manage to shake the mental image of the inspector 'questioning' her while she sat handcuffed to a chair, her clothes undone and desperate for a wee...Good heavens, where's that come from? She thought, blushing deeply."Dunno, but 'e seems like a right proper git to me, 'e does, all 'by the book' and what not," Fergus replied.He was still smarting from the inspector's analysis of their handling of Lord Daghly's death the previous day. To put it in theatrical parlance, their reviews at the hands of this particular critic were rather scathing: 'a perfunctory investigation into the circumstances surrounding the incident which should be deemed wholly unsatisfactory'; 'an utter travesty of proper procedural process' and 'some of the most shoddy police work I have ever witnessed in my entire career' were but a few of the terms used.The inspector knocked on the door of the pool house, and scowled at Dunstable, gesturing towards the security tape."You've sealed me inside, you bloody fool," he muttered.As Constable Dunstable unwrapped the tape from the door handle, Marlowe yanked the door open rather violently. He was supposed to "assist the local PD in their investigation', according to his instructions from his superiors at the Yard, but these two locals seemed more likely candidates to be riding the 'short bus' than driving around in a Panda. PCSO Grant was distractedly wrapping the other end of the security tape around the trunk of a tree some distance away while gazing in his direction with a look on her face akin to that of a teenaged girl staring at a One Direction poster, and Dunstable was still trying to recover his balance completely after nearly falling to the ground when Marlowe had pulled on the door handle while he still had hold of it.Dartmoor's finest, I'm sure, he thought to himself, as PCSO Grant dropped the other end of the tape and scurried over to his side."Inspector, 'ave ye found any clues or evidence, then?" she asked him in a breathy tone of voice that she hoped was sultry, but sounded to Sniffy a bit more like the wheezing of an old asthmatic donkey."I'd have to call a char-broiled corpse a fair bit of evidence, wouldn't you, Officer Grant?" he said with the beginnings of a smile on his lips now."I would indeed, Inspector," Katherine replied, smiling back at him as she felt a warmth beginning down in her most intimate area once again.What a man, she thought to herself. I'd love to make little detectives with him someday.Grant was so smitten with the inspector that she had unwittingly made her first positive statement in years, but she back-pedaled immediately."D'ye think? We're certainly not much used to this sort of thing around 'ere, can ye tell?" she said, blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her crush.PCSO Grant's adulation was so apparent that the Inspector couldn't resist a chance to show off in front of her now. "I'll tell you what, why don't you accompany me as I have a look around? We can investigate together, if you'd like..." He'd barely gotten that part out when he was interrupted."Wouldn't I, then?" Grant said, with a girlish squeal of delight.
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Sorry for the delay, folks. It's taken me awhile to recover from ending SoB, but...
THE GIRLS ARE BACK IN TOWN !CHAPTER 22:STRANGE GOINGS ONWhat little was remaining of daylight hours went by in a blur, a desperate squirmy blur for many of the manor's guests, and one particular member of its staff. Day had turned to dusk, which had then rapidly transformed into a beautiful clear evening as a light fog from the moor began to lift. A luminous moon, surrounded by thousands of its tiny siblings, began to track across the night sky. As the grandfather clock in the foyer began to chime eight o'clock, supper time was upon them, and investigations and full bladders would have to wait just a little longer."It's getting late, and tradition here at the manor must be upheld at all times. We never allow guests to leave after sundown; the moors are far too dangerous after dark," Cervin said.
"Her Ladyship insists that you must all stay to supper, and pass the night here as well."Almost as if on cue, the most blood-curdling wail could be heard from outside the door, far in the distance, faint yet clearly audible."What the devil was that?" Dunstable muttered."Not the Devil himself, sir, but sure as anything, one of his minions," Cervin replied softly. "Do you not know the legend? The story of the giant ravening beast that roams these moors at night?"PCSO Grant shuddered involuntarily as she felt a small squirt escape her, warming her knickers yet again. There was definitely something strange about this place; the odd people, the ominous air surrounding the house, all of the bizarre sudden appearances and disappearances, and the most unfathomable thing of all, the almost overwhelming constant sense of desperation she had felt ever since she had come here the first time. She couldn't ever recall needing to pee so badly or so often, not ever in her life.
Or enjoying the sensation quite as much, either."Tell Her Ladyship...." Constable Dunstable was about to say something rude, but Inspector Marlowe glared at him almost savagely, cutting him off and replying,"… that we accept her most gracious offer, and please be so kind as to thank her on our behalf.""Of course, sir."
Cervin inclined his head in assent, then turned crisply on his heels and walked off.“You idiot! Whatever made you think we had any choice in the matter?" Marlowe fairly spat this out, although quietly. "Didn't you hear what the man said?"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Taking her assigned place at the dining table between Sarah and an as yet unoccupied seat, Megan held her dress away from her bottom as she sat down. The antique oak chair was cold against the skin on back of her legs, and she could feel the cool and slightly damp fabric of her knickers clinging to her body as she squirmed ever so slightly. As the dress cascaded around her, she smoothed it down over her knees, happy in the knowledge that if she were to have another little accident during the course of the evening, at least she might be able to save the dress. It was simply far too pretty to get pee all over.As everyone else took their seats and began to settle down, Inspector Marlowe was the last to finally saunter in and join the dinner party, taking the only remaining free place next to Megan. Saying nothing, he surveyed the other diners, his eyes shifting from one person to the next in a clockwise motion, knowing that any one of them could be the cold-blooded killer he was hunting for. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as his gaze passed from face to face, his mental cogs in overdrive.Megan gently ran a hand over the bulge of her firm distended bladder. Performing a vigorous squirmy wriggle in her seat, she did her best to press the hard wood of the chair against her pee hole, but couldn't quite get the angle she needed without it looking awkward. She was amazed all the wee that was inside of her was behaving itself so well; it had nearly completely burst out several times over the last few hours, but somehow her exhausted muscles had held the majority of it inside of her … again. She had grown fuller and fuller, and now when she looked down even she was amazed by the way her belly protruded. Every now and then a little accidental squirt would take her completely by surprise, hence the persistent damp sensation around her privates, but for the most part she'd been a very good girl, and Sarah appeared to be very pleased with her.Looking around nervously, she locked eyes for the briefest of moments with the inspector, before looking away sheepishly. Making a conscious effort to sit as still as her desperation would allow, at least while she was under such scrutiny, she prayed silently for proceedings to get underway as quickly as possible. As accommodating and forgiving as her bladder had been up until now, the random frantic urges to take a long hard wee, if necessary into her underwear, were becoming much harder to control. Megan had been secretly hoping for a repeat of their previous night’s antics, but seriously doubted her ability to hold it in for the next ten minutes, let alone until they got back to their rooms later on. The thought of it was making her feel rather warm, and her cheeks visibly reddened as she felt a little extra wetness gathering down below. God knows how long it was going to take to finish dinner, she thought. Two hours or more if yesterday was anything to go by. OMG, that was almost certainly beyond her reach, but she had to at least try. Still having absolutely no idea where the bathroom was, she didn’t have much of a choice in any case.Daring to look up in the inspector's general direction, Megan breathed a little sigh of relief, (although not the relief she truly longed for at this moment in time), as Marlowe's attention was drawn to a flushed and flustered looking Erica, who was hurrying in pushing a serving trolley with the first course on it in front of her. Although she was moving at a rapid clip, the expression on her pretty face was noticeably strained.As Lady D. nodded her head in a stately manner, Cervin began to plate the appetizer and then place the delightful morsel in front of each diner. Just as she had the previous night, Sarah couldn't help but smile at the rather rude gesture Cervin was unwittingly flashing to the room, the middle finger of his gloved right hand standing erect as the others curled around the serving utensil. Wondering what she had found so comical, the inspector followed her gaze before he too clocked Cervin's gesture, the corners of his mouth turning up with the hint of a grin."Mmm, prawns in red curry sauce!" Mao could barely contain his elation as the dish was set in front of him. He speared one with his fork and quickly popped it whole into his gaping maw, looking rather shark-like as he did. Sarah had not noticed until this very moment, but the man's teeth were surprisingly sharp.Wan Yu Gigg had her own fork poised at the ready, and she too had now skewered a delicious looking shrimp. With a much more discreet and softly feminine motion, she raised it to her pretty lips and nibbled delicately. Sarah elbowed Megan a bit violently below the surface of the table, causing the poor desperate girl a moment of unease as her overburdened bladder gave just a tiny squirt in protest. "Look at their teeth!" she whispered. "OMG, I hadn't noticed," Megan whispered in return. "They all seemed normal before," Sarah said quietly. "I think it only happens while they're eating..." Meanwhile, Dunstable had tucked his napkin into his shirt collar and was attacking his appetizer as if it were the last meal of a condemned man. "Wine, sir?" Cervin asked as he leaned over him, bottle in hand. "Never touch the stuff," Dunstable replied. "I wouldn't say no to a nice pint of beer, though... that is, if we're off duty now, Inspector?" "That will be fine, Constable. Her Majesty certainly can't require you to work overtime, especially considering the unusual circumstances of our stay."
Inspector Marlowe smiled at PCSO Grant, who was now seated between himself and Constable Dunstable.
"In fact, I think a glass of wine might be just the ticket after a day like today, don't you, Officer Grant?"Katherine was flustered all of a sudden. She certainly hadn't expected the Inspector to ask her opinion of anything whatsoever, and would have been content to merely sit quietly at his side, basking in the glow of his superior intellect. "It has been rather trying, hasn't it, sir?" she said with a surprisingly charming smile in return.
A somewhat subtle yet desperate squirm accompanied her last remark, as if to accentuate and make clear the nature of at least one part of her personal tribulations. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
Well, orango and i have been working hard on the story, and here's the next bit for you...
we certainly hope that you will enjoy it !
CHAPTER 23: WATERLOO With dinner finally drawing to a close several guests shifted uncomfortably and nervously in their seats, praying for their host to finally call an end to dinner and their collective nightmare. Conversation had petered out long ago and had been replaced by the rustle of jiggling legs beneath the table, and an occasional lengthy sigh. Not all were suffering the effects of a full bladder however, and as Mao sipped loudly from a tall pint of ale, an involuntary whimper of frustration and despair left poor Megan's lips. All through dinner she had somehow held back the copious volume of pee that was presently stretching her bladder to what felt like byou'resting point … well, most of it, anyway. There had been a few scary moments, and one particularly long spurt just before dessert when she thought she might lose it totally, but somehow she had found the resolve to soldier on. The wooden chair just beneath her bum felt decidedly damp, but not totally wet; not yet at least. She took comfort in the fact that little Erica seemed to be in an even worse predicament than herself, it was plain to see that the cute little maid could barely even stand up straight any more. Right on cue, Erica scampered hastily across the room absolutely beside herself with desperation and panic. Her hands trembled and the glasses rattled noisily against the tray as the contents of her bladder made a renewed and powerful bid for freedom. Every muscle in her petite body was clenching tightly, trying valiantly to hold back the flow, but she knew it would soon be a futile activity. Shuddering fiercely and almost dropping the tray of cleared dishes completely as she did, she stopped briefly to bend forwards and cross one leg over the other, before resuming her frantic scurrying towards the kitchen. She said I would be allowed to pee as soon as dinner was over. OMHG, this having to get permission to go thing is turning out to be much more difficult than I had ever anticipated, little Erica thought as she squirmed quite helplessly in the final throes of her desperation now. Her panties were already soaked with the pee she'd been leaking almost constantly all throughout the meal as she attended to her duties clearing the dishes between courses. She could even smell the fragrant odour of her urine now, and she wondered if it was as obvious to the other guests as it was to her. Wan Yu Gigg was certainly aware of it; the tall Eurasian beauty smiled and breathed in deeply every time Erica was at her side to remove her plate from the table. Meanwhile, Constable Dunstable had been keeping a keen watch on the little housemaid, and not simply because she was so pretty, either. He knew the signs of desperation when he saw them, and putting two and two together he had guessed that at some point she would have to lead him to that elusive WC. The only question had been would it be soon enough to save him from the embarrassment of wetting himself in public; he certainly always enjoyed seeing the girls desperate, but wasn't having quite so much fun now that the tables had been turned and he was the one labouring to keep the contents of an overly full bladder in check. Why the devil had he drank so much beer with his dinner, blast it? Even seeing his partner squirming right alongside wasn't doing too much for him at present, but finally, it appeared as if the long-anticipated moment had arrived. As she was leaving, Wan Yu said something very quietly to Erica, who was busy clearing the dessert plates, and with a gasp and a deep blush, the little maid fairly ran out of the room. Almost in unison, Dunstable and PCSO Grant got up and followed in hot pursuit. The two of them tried their best to shadow the tiny housemaid as discreetly as possible, given the circumstances, alternately leaking and spurting into their underpants while desperately trying to hold in the surprisingly copious amount of wee which had somehow accumulated inside of both of them. Had they really consumed that much liquid at dinner? Katherine wondered, or was there truly something weird about this place? Erica stopped briefly at the kitchen to unburden herself of the dishes, then burst rapidly through the door and headed down the corridor as quickly as possible considering that she was bent almost in two and couldn't take more than the tiniest mincing steps now without wetting herself fully. It was clear by now exactly where the desperate little housemaid was heading, and even Dunstable now hoped that she would make it... because if she wet herself beforehand, they might never find out where the elusive WC was located! Towards the other end of the long hallway, there was a slender door which looked to be the access for a small utility closet of some sort, the kind that would usually hold a stock of cleaning supplies, brooms and dustpans, mops and buckets, floor wax and oil soap, the usual maid's stock in trade. Doubled over now, little Erica gave the bottom panel of the door a good swift kick, gasping as she did. She turned the handle, popped the door open just enough to squeeze through it, and closed the door quickly behind her. Now, the unmistakable sound of a girl peeing into a toilet could definitely be heard by both officers even from where they were hidden some distance away, despite the rather solid looking oak door. Eureka! They had found their gold mine... so to speak. Now all they had to do was wait until the coast was clear. Shortly thereafter, the little housemaid emerged from the WC with a smile on her pretty lips, accompanied by the sound of flushing water. She closed the door firmly behind her and proceeded along her way, happily humming to herself, or so it seemed. Grant and Dunstable exchanged a look, and without a word spoken, both took off towards the WC as fast as they could. Knowing that Grant would beat him handily in a foot race, Fergus tried to extend a foot to trip her up, but Katherine simply jumped over it nimbly, having anticipated her partner's treachery. We haven't spent all this time in one another's company without any benefit, have we then? she thought, giggling to herself despite her almost overwhelming desperation. I only hope he wets himself now, it would serve him right for that deal in the car yesterday, wouldn't it?! As if I couldn't tell just how much he was enjoying seeing me almost peeing my knickers?!!! As might be expected, PCSO Grant had won the mad dash for the loo in the end, leaving the portly Dunstable far behind in her wake. As she turned the door handle, she was already leaking a bit in anticipation of her much-needed release.When she opened the door, however..."I say, do you mind?" Wan Yu said coldly as she glared up at Grant from her perch atop the porcelain throne with her knees drawn tightly together and feet slightly apart. Her grey silk skirt was gathered up around her waist exposing her black lace garter belt and sheer black stockings, her black lace-trimmed silk knickers down around her slender ankles and her steel grey eyes flashing just a hint of red for a moment. The same unmistakable sound of a very strong stream of girl pee hissing from her privates and splashing into the bowl was quite obvious now. "OMG, I'm SO sorry," Katherine stammered. "I heard flushing, and then when the maid came out, I just assumed..." Just how the devil had she gotten in there, anyhow? As the desperate PCSO closed the door she stood there with tightly crossed legs, and with a somewhat dejected and disappointed look on her face. A small trickle of warm clear liquid began it's descent down the back of her thighs, her saturated knickers having apparently absorbed all the spurts and squirts they were able to. "Gosh, I was SO looking forward to that," she mumbled under her breath, hoping that Dunstable wouldn't hear her. She was expecting him to be standing right behind her, having caught up to her by now. Her disappointment turned to elation however when she realized that instead of following on her heels after his failed attempt to trip her up, he was simply standing there as if transfixed while an unmistakeable stain now began to spread out from the crotch area of his uniform trousers, turning them an even darker shade of blue-black before a puddle of pale yellow liquid formed at his feet. Just at that moment, Cervin and Erica were passing back through the hallway, and they couldn't help noticing Dunstable standing there with an embarrassed look on his face as he was wetting himself uncontrollably just like a little schoolgirl. "Oh, dear, it seems as if the Constable has had a bit of an accident," Cervin said in mock concern, while little Erica simply muttered, "OMG, not AGAIN???! What's wrong with these people?" PCSO Grant had to suppress her giggle as she overheard the tiny housemaid's comment. A sheepish look on his florid round face, Dunstable was still at it, much to her triumphant joy. "Erica, would you please fetch the cleaning supplies once more? I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to wait there until she returns, Constable," Cervin said, to Katherine's continued delight.
"We can't have you tracking that mess all through the manor, now can we? Oh, and I'll have those shoes, socks, and trousers as well." Constable Dunstable would have ample time to consider the error of his ways.
He stood in the drafty hallway in his soaking wet tighty whities in a puddle of his own wee, eagerly anticipating the little maid's eventual return and hoping no-one else would happen by until then.
That was not to be, however.
Fergus had waited there for some time (it seemed like an eternity to him, but in fact it was probably more like only a minute or two) when he heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden parquet floor. "About time that little tart was getting back," he muttered. Much to his dismay, however, it wasn't the tiny housemaid returning with her bucket and sponge.
No, it was the rather formidable exec, Wan Yu Gigg, leaving the loo. Dunstable blushed bright beet red once again and tried to cover up the stain on the front of his underpants, not realizing that the puddle he was standing in rendered any explanations or dissembling quite pointless and futile. "Um..." The tall Eurasian beauty wordlessly took in his humiliating situation, looking him over from top to bottom with a single cold glance. As the Constable tried to stammer out some sort of excuse or rationalization for his absurd position and state, she merely continued on by him with a disdainful sneer on her pretty face and sniffed haughtily as she passed. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
Sorry it's taken so long, but such is life. The story, however, has NOT been abandoned.
Here is the next chapter for your reading pleasure. Orango and i both thank you for your patience...
hopefully, it's worth the wait.
frosty
CHAPTER 24:
DRINKS AND TIPS
After his very public humiliation, Dunstable had chosen to retire early, pleading a slight digestive indisposition.
"I'm just not used to such rich food, I suppose," he said to PCSO Grant before he shut the door to his assigned room.
As she walked down the hallway towards the salon, Katherine was still giggling softly to herself at the thought of her partener's accident. She dared not head back to the loo just yet for fear of running into Wan Yu again… oh, the embarrassment!
Instead, she stopped for a moment and simply crossed her legs, resigning herself to whatever fate had in store for her. She was either going to be seriously desperate for a while longer, or lose control in the most embarrassing of ways ... and for reasons she couldn't quite fathom, both notions seemed strangely appealing to her at the moment.
Gingerly she made her way back to the salon where the rest of the guests had now gathered. Having only been emptied by a few unstoppable squirts into her undergarments, her bladder felt fuller and tighter than she could ever remember in her entire life, and there had been many occasions before now that she had ended up beyond desperate in the line of duty. There had been quite a few occasions in which she hadn't quite made it too, and her mind wandered to that feeling of relief which invariably followed her frantic dash for somewhere to pee...
At the delectable thought of release, another squirt took her completely by surprise just as she stepped through the salon door. Cervin and a very relieved looking Erica were now bringing a round of Cognac to everyone, and just as Katherine felt the wetness snake down the inside of her thighs, a glass was thrust into her hands by the pretty maid.
How cruel fate could be!
Not wanting to appear rude, she murmured a word of thanks and took a polite sip before making a beeline for the inspector on the far side of the room.
Meanwhile Megan was having a mini crisis of her own, not least because she had what felt like enough pee inside of her to fill Lake Tanganyika several times over. Her bladder felt firm and was beginning to bulge out noticeably, to the point that even her dress, which had hung just a bit loosely from her slender frame a few hours previously, was starting to feel tight around her tummy.
In fact she was having trouble concentrating on anything except her positively overwhelming desire to pee. And pee. And no doubt pee some more.
Feeling more than just a little preoccupied, she wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to the somewhat one-sided conversation Sarah was having with Firenda, so it came as a bit of a shock when she realised they were now both waiting for her input about something or other.
Oh, please just leave me alone! All I want is to go for a wee, that's all. Is that too much to ask? But instead she found herself saying "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that..." whilst knotting her legs together and performing an intricate series of moves from the world-renowned 'pee dance'. Even the most inept of dancers knew how that one went.
"Never mind sweetie, it wasn't important," Sarah said.
Quickly returning to her own universe in which her bladder was the centre, the high density ball of hot molten liquid that it was at the moment, she knew she was going to have to do something drastic or face a seriously humiliating accident right here in front of everyone. With so much pee crammed inside of her, straining against her sphincter and banging on the proverbial door to finally be let out, she began to look around in absolute desperation for something that might be able to save her from what might be about to happen.
Turning to face the wall, she pretended to look interested in a conveniently placed Monet that was hanging right in front of her. Edging towards it until she was standing as close as she could possibly get, she made out as if she was inspecting its fascinating details. The painting was of a woman wearing white in a field of grass and dandelions … I bet she was allowed to pee whenever she wanted, Megan thought to herself with a frown. And now for the real reason she had turned to face the wall...
As casually as she could manage in her hurry, she reached down to her knees as if to innocently scratch an itch. On her way back up however, she hooked a hand under the hem of her dress and lifted up the front as much as she dared. It was just enough however, and with the most heavenly and satisfying of feelings, she pressed her fingers into the moist material of her knickers, pressing up hard on her desperate little pee hole with all her strength.
She couldn't quite believe she had managed to hold it all back yet again, and for so long! However, she knew without a doubt that whatever she did was only delaying that inevitable moment, Sarah would simply never let her just go for a pee like a normal human being … and secretly that was one of the reasons she loved her so much. But if she could manage it, to delay the inevitable for just a short while longer was all she needed in order to avoid a humiliating accident in front of so many people.
That was a humongous if though, an 'if' that was looking less and less likely to convert to reality as the minutes ticked by, agonisingly slowly for some, and all too quickly for others.
Lady Daghly looked around and saw that all of the remaining guests were comfortably ensconced in the salon with drinks in hand, and began to make her excuses.
"I'm afraid the events of the past 24 hours have caught up with me," she said with a wan smile.
"I shall have to excuse myself, but please feel free to enjoy the hospitality of the manor for as long as you wish this evening. We will meet again on the morrow."
She then withdrew from the salon, with Erica following closely behind.
Firenda still seemed shaken as well. In stark contrast to her vivacious personality the previous night, she had been virtually silent all through dinner, replying with monosyllabic answers to any attempt on Sarah's part to engage her in casual conversation.
After quickly draining the cognac in her glass, she gestured towards Cervin, who brought the decanter over to her and rapidly refilled her snifter, a small sly smile creasing his usually somber face.
She took another deep draught, then turned to Megan.
"It's so odd, both of them gone so suddenly..."
Having gazed at the Monet for several long minutes, and enjoyed the short lived relief that kneading and massaging her crotch had brought about, Megan was now forced to return to the conversation. With barely enough awareness of what Firenda had just said, Megan managed to form an appropriate answer between her soft gasps and discreet jiggling.
"And then the rest of us having to carry on as if it were business as usual," Megan said, shaking her head. "I just don't understand any of it."
Both Firenda and Sarah nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, having seen Lady Daghly back to her chambers, little Erica now returned to the salon. She seemed to be humming quietly to herself again as she took her place beside Cervin, who merely raised an eyebrow slightly in her direction, causing the tiny housemaid to blush deeply once more. Wan Yu and Sarah exchanged a glance and a smile at this, the inspector noticed.
Inspector Marlowe gestured for PCSO Grant to lean closer as they sat together on the sofa in the salon. Despite the large snifter of cognac he was holding, the senior officer was still thinking about the business at hand.
"That fellow there," he said with a discreet nod in the direction of Mao Tse Undalingg, who was now conversing with Wan Yu Gigg once again. "There's something about him that is quite disturbing."
"Really? I've barely noticed him at all, 'ave I?" Grant said softly in reply.
"Yes, that's it exactly," the inspector whispered. "Among all these personalities, he alone seems to have a talent for simply fading into the background. In fact, if I'm not looking directly at him, I can't even manage to remember what he looks like!"
"Funny, now that you mention it..." Katherine closed her eyes for a moment. Sure enough, although she could clearly picture Wan Yu's pretty face, that of Mao Tse was impossible to visualize.
"I can't either, can I? That's SO weird, innit?" she said to Marlowe. "If you don't mind, Inspector, I'd rather not be alone in this place tonight, and did you notice my partner is just a shade short of totally useless?"
"There's no small bit of strangeness going on around here by the looks of it," he replied with a smile. "I should be delighted to keep you company, Officer Grant. Two heads will be better than one; we'll go over the facts of the case together now."
He gallantly took her arm and the two of them left the salon together.
As they walked down the long hallway towards the stairs leading up to their rooms, the inspector noticed for the first time that PCSO Grant, although not conventionally pretty, was not an unattractive woman in the least. The subdued lighting seemed to soften her features appreciably, and her hair shone with a healthy glow. Despite the uniform, he could see that she had a trim figure, was apparently quite fit, and was still squirming in a manner Marlowe somehow found unbearably charming.
Just as they were about to pass a small discreet door, PCSO Grant said, "Pardon me for a sec, would you?"
Opening the door, Katherine paused and then quickly glanced inside before entering. She closed the door firmly behind her, and the inspector was suddenly treated to the sound of her little waterfall as Katherine now breathed a sigh of relief.
For some strange reason, this combination of sounds affected Marlowe as nothing ever had before, and he gave an answering sigh from the opposite side of the door as he found himself visualizing the event occurring on her side quite vividly.
When she was done, Katherine was about to pull up her uniform trousers when she noticed something quite strange. Somehow, she had neglected to pull down her knickers, and she had peed right through them once again!
Well, there was nothing for it now but to dry herself off as best she could before leaving the loo.
As she exited, she couldn't help noticing that the inspector was looking at her with a somewhat odd expression on his face.
"Pardon me sir, I don't mean to be forward, but... don't you 'ave to go?"
"I do... but I find myself enjoying the sensation. I believe I can hold on for a while longer, PCSO Grant."
"Please, call me Katherine," she said softly. "At least in private..."
She removed her hat and undid the ribbon which held her hair in place, letting it fall gently to her shoulders now as the Inspector took her hand and led her back towards his room.
<TO BE CONTINUED> |
OK, the girls are back ! CHAPTER 25: DESPERATE DUO Fearing that the slightest movement might provoke an endless waterfall to burst forth from beneath her pretty dress, Megan sat as still as she was able, legs double crossed and knotted together as tightly as she could squeeze them. Her breathing was becoming more erratic and shallow as the minutes ticked by, and it was taking more than a few simple conversational questions on Sarah's part to snap her out of the little pee-filled world she was losing herself in.
Sarah revelled in the sight of her lover on the edge of control, an edge that she yearned to keep her on for as long as her beloved Megan was physically and mentally able. However, she could tell that she was beginning to teeter dangerously close, because even with all the willpower and determination in the world, the body's needs would always win the battle … eventually. The one remaining host that hadn't yet been mysteriously murdered had retired early, and now Firenda departed as well, pleading a headache.
This left just a handful of people to 'enjoy the manor's hospitality' as Lady Daghly had suggested. An extraordinarily tense Megan and a very happy Sarah sat together on a chaise lounge next to a temporary bar that had been set up to cater for the guests, with Wan Yu and Mao standing just a few feet from them. They were conducting a hushed conversation between themselves, but one that seemed to be provoking a great deal of gesticulation and whisper-shouting. After much to-ing and fro-ing, and obviously on the brink of losing his composure, Mao knocked back the remainder of his drink before slamming the empty glass down heavily onto the table. Having realised that arguing would get him precisely nowhere with this woman, Mao shook his head subtly in a last ditch effort at defiance, then left the salon in a huff. It was enough of a commotion that even Megan was roused from her mental reclusion. "He certainly looked mad, I wonder what that was all about," Megan said quietly to Sarah, although apparently not quietly enough. "Never you mind, my dear, it's nothing for you to worry about," Wan Yu retorted with an element of curtness to her voice, and an almost imperceptible narrowing of her gaze. She turned to the little housemaid then. "Erica, another refill please..." Scurrying the short distance to Wan Yu's side, Erica hastily topped up her glass and gave a little curtsey as she seemingly hummed just that slightest bit louder to herself. "Here you are, Ma'am," the little redhead said, blushing yet again.
She couldn't believe how much liquid refreshment Wan Yu had consumed, first water and wine with dinner and then a copious amount of cognac on top of that with nary the slightest hint of desperation to show for it. As for herself, the tiny housemaid had tried to drink as sparingly as possible during the course of the day, but had been repeatedly denied permission to urinate despite her urgent pleas. To top it all, she was once again full to the bursting point with no relief in sight. This holding lark was more difficult than it had first appeared, and she had discovered a new found respect for holders and wetters alike.The unpredictable stops and starts of the vibrating egg nestled inside of her beneath her black silk knickers only added to her desperation, and she squirmed in place and sighed deeply, knowing that it was only a matter of time before her next accident. Wan Yu smiled lovingly at her, sure of exactly which thoughts were running through her little submissive's mind at the moment. As if to confirm the fact, the slightest bead of perspiration trickled down the maid's forehead, with an answering trickle of a leak past her urethra into her already dampened knickers, accompanied by a soft gasp. Wan Yu smiled even more broadly now. "I've been waiting for this moment for some time, Sarah," the tall Eurasian beauty said. "Now that it's just us here, I think it's time to find out which of our little girls is better at holding, don't you?" Sarah glanced quickly over at Megan, who was showing all the classic signs of extreme desperation now. She looked back at Wan Yu with a puzzled expression. "Oh, come, come now... I think you both know exactly what I mean. Your little routine has been quite an inspiration to me, my darling Erica can attest to that," Wan Yu said, still smiling. Erica blushed a deeper shade of crimson at her words, subconsciously bobbing on the spot with the effort of holding back the flood within, trying as hard as possible not to lose the contest before it had even begun."I have a feeling this won't take long; they both appear quite ready to burst, the little dears." Sarah smiled in response. Well, the cat was well and truly out of the bag, so to speak. A direct challenge, that couldn't be sidestepped, now could it? "Fine with me," she replied. "We already know how this is going to end, so perhaps we should retire to one of our rooms before we make a mess here in the salon?" Fine with her, alright. Megan thought. It's MY bladder she's taking liberties with... Oh, well. I had to keep holding anyway.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
Sorry for the wait, but.... we're working as hard as we can!
Here's the latest chapter, straight from the halls of Dartmoor Manor... :)
CHAPTER 26:
LET THE GAMES BEGINSarah slouched casually on Megan’s bed, legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. Her hands were clasped together and resting on her chest, just beneath her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her firm nipples poked through the thin fabric of her top, the only visible indicator that she was more than a little aroused by the situation at hand. She watched fixatedly, her eyes flitting between her dear sweet Megan, and the bundle of nervous energy that was the petite little housemaid. With Erica pacing around the room in a frenzy and sucking in air through clenched teeth, and Megan retreating into herself the way she did when she was seriously about to start wetting herself, both girls were looking as if they were ready to pop before any real fun had even begun. Sarah looked on in wonder, silently thanking whatever heavenly powers had been responsible for giving her this moment. Although every night she got to spend with her lover was amazing and special, tonight was crossing boundaries she never even imagined possible. It was going to be one to remember, that much was crystal clear. Content for the time being to sit back and let Wan Yu take control of the altogether unfamiliar situation, they all listened raptly as she explained the ‘rules’ of the forthcoming game. The longer this takes the better, Sarah thought to herself. We've got all night. Wan Yu was in mid-flow, something the 2 desperate beauties wouldn’t be for a long while yet if the ideas coming from her mouth actually came to fruition. Ideas were all well and good, but it was plain to see that either of the girls could spring a leak at any moment. It was also plain to see that Wan Yu was certainly not backwards in coming forwards; she knew exactly what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to let everyone know. “Perhaps before we go any further however,” Wan Yu said finally, “our girls should change into more suitable clothing? Clothing that’s a little more … revealing, perhaps? We want to make it a fair contest, and under that dress Megan’s wearing absolutely anything could be happening, and none of us except her would be any the wiser.” As if on cue Megan felt herself spurt a little, a tiny trickle leaving her overwrought body and re-warming the already damp fabric of her clinging knickers. She was shocked, horrified even, at the prospect of standing in front of people she’d only met yesterday, on the absolute verge of wetting herself, in anything that could be considered ‘revealing’. How easy it would be to just let go now and avoid the humiliation completely. She shuddered and her cheeks reddened at the thought, but she allowed Wan Yu to carry on without interruption, still desperately holding in the biggest and longest wee of her young life. “Plus, we need to be sure our contestants are starting on an even footing, and by that I mean that they are wearing underwear that is both dry, and will clearly show up any leaking.” Megan had no choice but to say something, it was now or never. “Um … actually …” Her voice squeaked out, her throat suddenly dry and scratchy, which was ironic considering the volume of liquid inside her gorgeous body at that very moment. “Well …” her voice trembled, “The knickers I’m in right now aren’t exactly dry, and I don’t have any clean pairs left to put on.” She looked down at the ground in a bid to avoid eye contact with all three sets of eyes that were presently trained on her. She was feeling uncomfortable, and not just because she needed to pee so badly. After a brief silence, Sarah spoke up. “What happened to all your dry pairs, Megan?” The question was pure subterfuge, for she already knew the answer. She just needed her to look up and in her direction for a second … Megan shuffled her feet and raised her head, her eyes meeting Sarah’s in a silent and lingering gaze. Then, with a subtle wink and a smile from Sarah, the weird situation suddenly felt different. In an instant she felt at ease, empowered almost, as if a switch had been triggered within her psyche. Her beloved was right here with her, just as she knew she always would be, and was getting just as much pleasure from the way things were unfolding as she was herself. Even though she hadn’t known it before now, this was a dream come true for both of them, and Megan was determined to make the most of the opportunity. Not only that, she was determined to WIN! She would do it for Sarah … but most importantly, she would do it for herself. Finding a new confidence and resolve to play her part to the best of her ability, Megan cleared her throat and began to explain what had happened to all of her clean knickers. “My first pair got soaked because I was so desperate for a wee in the car on the way here, that when we arrived I just didn’t have time to find the loo. I, um … I wet myself just out there in the hallway …” Megan blushed redder than ever before, she couldn’t quite believe she was doing this. Erica smiled as she recalled mopping up Megan’s first accident, then interjected, “You must have been busting, that was a bloody big puddle too!” She chuckled before continuing her frantic pacing, clenching her fists at her sides to try and help take her mind off of her own ever increasing desperation. “I really was! … Ohh …” Megan momentarily lost focus and shuddered violently. Another inadvertent dribble seeped out of her pee hole, slithering through her lips and into her sodden panties. Her hands trembled, but she continued. “Then yesterday I didn’t do a wee all evening,” Megan stopped short, remembering her second accident vividly. “Well, eventually I did, into my second pair,” was all she said of that particular incident. “In fact I wet them all, and I’ve already started to wet the pair I’m wearing, but only a little bit! I haven’t been all evening because I still don’t know where the toilet is! Can’t someone just tell me … pleeeeease? It’s all going to burst out any second!” All self-consciousness gone, she jammed a hand between her legs, crossed them tightly, and pressed up on her privates with all her might. Wan Yu smiled warmly at Megan.“It’s not for me to tell you where the bathroom is, my dear; that’s a matter for your mistress. But I do have to say that I admire both your willpower and determination. There aren’t many girls that could hold for as long or as often as you. My little Erica has got a challenging job ahead of her tonight if she is to win, that much is clear. But the fact remains, you can’t start a holding contest wearing knickers that are already wet.” “I have a clean pair you can borrow, if you like ma’am? We look about the same size,” Erica said hastily, keen for things to get underway. She was still just about dry, but only just. “I always carry around a spare pair, you never know when you might get caught short.” The little housemaid laughed nervously, then with a sidelong glance towards Wan Yu she added, “Especially these days.” Plunging a hand into a concealed pocket within her flouncy petticoat, Erica whipped out a pair of lacy pink knickers. “I’m wearing a similar pair myself today, only in sky blue, see?” Erica lifted the front of her petticoat. The others looked over and were treated to the visual delight of Erica’s pretty undergarments. They followed the contours of her petite body perfectly, the delicate outline of her intimate feminine region now on show to the room. Maybe it was her imagination, but Sarah swore she could make out the faintest hint of dampness between those lovely shapely legs; maybe, just maybe. “I’m sorry, but we really need to get started … like, now!” Erica blurted, running her free hand over her aching bladder and bobbing her knees ever so slightly. Megan nodded emphatically in agreement, gesturing for Erica to fling over the pink knickers so she could begin getting changed. Before the little housemaid had the opportunity however, a strange low-level humming filled the bedroom. Like an airliner’s engines during takeoff, its pitch increased as whatever was making the sound kicked up a gear or two. “OH NO! NOT NOW!” Instinctively dropping the pink knickers she held in her hand onto the floor beside her, Erica clutched the hem of her petticoat and squeezed her eyes closed. Her breath was taken away as her vibrating love egg, nestled snugly just inside her body, began to wreak havoc on her insides. The vibrations were intense, no longer teasing and sensual as they had been throughout the day, but powerful and all-consuming. In just seconds her legs turned to jelly and she collapsed forwards onto her knees, her hands clasping the insides of her thighs so tightly her fingertips turned red, then white.Well, I can definitely make out a hint of dampness now! Sarah reflected. But I bet if you inspected any one of us at the moment, we’d all be a touch on the moist side… Three sets of eyes were glued to the area between the little housemaid’s legs, the whole region visibly vibrating as she desperately fought for control of her body. “Oh, please stop,” she gasped, “I’m going to wee myself, or come … ohh … or both!” Megan stared open mouthed at the tiny maid, a broad smile slowly growing on her lovely lips. “You know, I thought I heard a faint buzzing at the dinner table, now it all makes sense!” Then with a look at Sarah she added, “Don’t get any ideas, by the way!” Sarah beamed.“Oh, it’s too late for that sweetie. The fun we’re going to have when I get you home!” “The fun we’re going to have right now!” Wan Yu corrected. As the purring of the love egg slowed to a stop, it was Erica’s turn to look somewhat embarrassed. Her cheeks burned red and her eyes were averted, but a passion the likes of which she’d never experienced before burned within her. “Megan, although you’ve been holding on quite some time longer than my little Erica here, the odds are still more or less even, as you can see now.” Megan nodded in agreement, her mind a blur of sexual anticipation, excitement and desperation; desperation for a pee, and desperation for the touch of her lover. She fantasized about what it would feel like to have all three of the women in front of her, all touching her, all groping her, all caressing her … little goose bumps rose up over her body and she shivered in delight as the thought awakened a memory within her, a dream she'd had of a little session with both Erica and Wan Yu Gigg... OMG, that dream! Or was it a dream? It had certainly seemed real enough.Meanwhile, having regained a tiny degree of composure, Erica got back up on shaky legs, steadying herself with a hand against the bed frame. At the same time Megan stooped down to pick up the knickers that Erica had dropped, and with a trembling hand felt the silky material between her fingers. The two desperate girls flashed each other warm smiles, and then Megan said, “They’re so soft … if not a little small for me.” “Nonsense Meg, you’ll look positively radiant in them.” Sarah encouraged. “Here, let me help you.” Sarah got up off the bed and kissed her lover on the side of her neck. Feeling the heat radiating from her she breathed in her scent, relishing the fragrance. A heavenly mix of perfume, fresh perspiration, and perhaps the very slight hint of recently leaked urine made her dizzy with arousal. She felt her quivering beneath her hands, her breathing shallow and erratic. With her lips touching Megan’s ear, she whispered. “Are you sure?” “I’m sure,” was the breathed reply. “Just be quick, I’m seriously about to burst.” Moving her hands agonizingly slowly, Sarah pulled down the zipper, and the dress slid to the ground in one fluid movement. Wan Yu’s eyes seemed to shine as she gazed upon every inch of Megan’s slender, yet curvaceous body, the hint of a smile on her face. Standing slightly bent forwards and with her feet pointing inwards, Megan paced slowly on the spot, every ounce of concentration being employed to keep her bladder under control and the urine inside her. The delicate material of a strapless bra did a half-hearted job of concealing her round breasts, and they spilled voluptuously over the top and bobbed gently as she paced. Now she was almost naked the cool air crept around her body. The wetness between her legs which moments ago felt warm and strangely comforting, suddenly felt cold against her skin, sending a shiver through to her core. How easy it would be to warm them up again. The thought fleeted though Megan’s mind, but was quickly extinguished by her competitive spirit. No, not yet, I must hold it in. Her bladder throbbed, begging for release, but she fought it with all her strength. “Now,” Sarah spoke quietly, “Let’s get you out of those wet knickers. Did you want to um … turn around or anything?” All eyes were on Megan, and Erica had even ceased her frantic pacing, albeit momentarily, to gaze at the lithe beauty. Coaxed from her reverie, Megan replied, “I don’t think I can right now, if I move I’m going to wee myself.” Her eyes were squeezed shut, but she could feel the room watching her every movement. “Sarah, could you take them off for me? Please?” With a hopeful tone, Erica said “This is going to be over quite quickly. The poor girl is obviously about to lose it.” Then added under her breath, “And hopefully really soon before I have a little accident of my own.” “Ha! She might be a ‘wetter’, but she’s also the most determined ‘holder’ I’ve ever met! She’s got hours left in her yet!” Sarah retorted, secretly sceptical of the statement herself. Erica chuckled, "Sorry to be forward, Ma'am." She raised the front of her petticoat and gave herself a quick squeeze, then resumed her frantic pacing. She was still hopeful that her bladder would see a quick end to the torment, but even if she won the game she suspected that her mistress might actually make her hold on longer still. “Well, I’m not entirely sure I've got hours in me, but I’ll try my best!” Megan responded with a smile and a little squeeze of her own nether regions through her wet panties. Dropping to her knees in front of her lover, Sarah began to tease the pee-soaked cotton away from Megan's skin. She inched the underwear down her thighs to reveal her perfect pink lips beneath, transfixed by the way they moved as Megan rhythmically clenched and unclenched her pelvic floor muscles. She dreamed of the litres of pee being held just inside, and of how good those luscious lips would taste if she ran her tongue between them … but suddenly remembered they were not alone. Megan stopped pacing just long enough to step out of her wet underwear, but continued to squirm as she battled a renewed wave of urgency. Psychologically she had found that being naked from the waist down always made holding more difficult. Grabbing a towel from the end of the bed Megan patted herself dry, then stepped into the spare knickers that Erica had kindly loaned her. As she pulled them up over Megan's bottom, her privates now once again sheltered from prying eyes, Sarah leaned in closer and kissed her navel. Megan winced as a sudden urge to pee long and hard into Erica's panties washed over her, their tight waistband ensuring that her bladder was now being squished from both the inside and out. They were clearly a size too small, but she was astonished all the same by how soft they felt, and gently caressed the material between her legs with her fingertips. Just knowing she was wearing the little housemaid's lingerie made her feel naughty, and she blushed with a little embarrassment, but mostly excitement. Sarah stepped back to admire the view and beamed with pride at the beauty of her lover. "Now, let the games begin!" Wan Yu declared with a broad smile.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
It's been a long while, i know... orango and i apologize for the lengthy period between posts,
but we promise you, we are working diligently now, and here is the next part of the story:
CHAPTER 27
PUZZLE PIECES Meanwhile, in another room not too far away... “Alright, PCSO Grant, let’s review, shall we?” Inspector Marlowe said. “What exactly are the facts of the case as we know them to be?” “Well, we’ve got a couple of dead bodies, that’s for sure, innit?” “It is indeed,” he replied with a smile. “First Lord Daghly, and now this Swain fellow, and we can be sure that the latter’s demise was no accident.” “Sure? How’s that then?” “When I interviewed the guests earlier today, Ms. Parker told me that when they arrived at the pool house, the dead man was still holding a phone in his hand, and that all the guests had been previously cautioned by His Lordship to refrain from using any modern digital devices during their stay here.” Marlowe then continued. “Did you not receive the same instructions when you arrived on the scene with Dunstable the first time?” Thinking back, PCSO Grant couldn’t recall it having being mentioned specifically. It was a bit odd that her partner had taken his case notes with pencil and pad, though; Dunstable wasn’t the biggest fan of modern technology, but still… “She mentioned how terrified she’d been, having almost used her laptop the night before to take down a recipe in the kitchen. She said the butler had stopped her in the knick of time,” Marlowe continued. “When we looked at the body earlier, there was no phone in sight, was there?” Katherine asked. “Ms. Morgan told me that Mr. Undalingg had removed it shortly after the body was discovered by Ms.Gigg, whose screams summoned the others. I intend on questioning him about that very thing in the morning,” Marlowe answered. “Removing anything which might be evidence from the scene is quite a serious offence.” “It is a rather damning act, if not a clear implication of at least some level of guilt or involvement, then, innit?” “I believe that conclusion to be a correct assumption, Officer Grant,” he said, smiling at her once more. “Please, do call me Kate, would you?” she said, blushing deeply. “But why would someone want to kill the both of them, d'ye think? There's got to be a motive, hasn't there?” “Hmmm, that’s what’s got me a bit puzzled. Certainly, His Lordship was a powerful man, and powerful men can make powerful enemies,” he mused. “Swain, on the other hand, seems to have been more the playboy type, inclined to casual dalliances of the less than romantic sort. I’ve been trying to ascertain a connection between the two of them, something they might have had in common.” “In common?” Kate laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, I can’t help but think of that Irish lass, now, can I? Seems to me she was quite upset at dinner, and did I overhear her talking to the London girls?” “Ms. Hohl? What did she say?” The inspector peered at her keenly now. “It was something to the effect of how odd it was that both Mr. Swain and His Lordship had gone so suddenly, but it was more the way she said it, don’t you know? The affection she showed for the both of them seemed a bit more than just what one would feel for a work colleague, d’ye know what I mean?” “AHA!” he exclaimed. “Firenda Hohl is the connection between the two victims. Could it really be that simple?” “So where does the invisible man fit in to all this, then?” That was how Katherine had begun to think of Undalingg. Marlowe knew who she was referring to immediately. “That remains to be seen. We’ll have to see what comes up when I question him on the morrow; for now, I believe we two have something else on our minds, and official business shall have to wait its turn while we attend to the business at hand,” Marlowe said with a smile. He couldn’t help but notice that PCSO Grant had begun squirming again in that most fetching manner. Katherine merely grinned in return as she pulled off her uniform jacket and then began to unbutton her blouse, gradually exposing her white satin bra and her ample bust in all their splendid glory to the inspector's hungry gaze. "My, what lovely breasts you have," Marlowe said. "The better to tempt you with," Kate replied with a sly smile on her lips. Although she had released a good bit of wee only a fairly short time previously, she could now feel the same urge beginning to rise within her once more. What was it about this place that had such an effect? she wondered briefly before she bent down to unlace her boots and kick them as well as her socks off of her small feet. She then used the motion of her desperate squirming to help her shimmy out of her regulation trousers, leaving herself clad in only uncharacteristically feminine undergarments. For some strange reason, when she had been summoned back to the manor this time, she had felt compelled to don her sexiest bra and panties, the set she called her "Saturday Night Specials". To be honest, they had sat unused in her lingerie drawer ever since she had been bold enough to purchase them, using the Victoria's Secret catalogue, of course. Just the thought of going in to a shop and buying such items was enough to make her turn beet red with embarrassment and, if she were to be truthful, not a small bit of arousal as well. Katherine Grant was one of those women who had an incurable romantic streak as well as untapped depths of passion within her, which would only take the right person to come along and see past her somewhat plain exterior to discover just what an amazingly wonderful person she was. She had held herself back from any relationships whatsoever, waiting patiently for that special someone, although there was certainly no shortage of men in town and the ratio of men to women put the odds in her favour. But if the odds were good, the goods were most definitely odd, her partner Dunstable being a fair example of what she had to choose from. That being the case, she had preferred the company of her trusty vibrator up until now. Inspector Marlowe, however, was something special indeed: tall, handsome, and obviously smart as a whip; witty, urbane, and quite good at his job, which just so happened to be in the same line of work as hers. This man was her hopes, dreams, and fantasies all come to life. Suddenly, she remembered her sodden undies. OMG, she had forgotten to pull them down earlier, wetting them while she was in the loo. She was standing there in peed-in knickers! She covered her face with her hands and began sobbing softly. Her one chance at true happiness, gone now and forever, she thought... but Marlowe merely took her soft hands in his, and said quietly, "I don't mind that you're wet, my dear." He looked right into her blue eyes now. "In fact, I rather like it." Looking at the front of the inspector's trousers, the truth of his statement needed no further corroboration. There was an obvious tenting at the front, and despite the dim light, Kate could swear she could just make out a wet spot beginning to form there as well. Was it just arousal, or... was he... starting to pee himself too? She decided it didn't matter to her either way. She was getting too excited. Katherine closed her eyes, moaned softly and shuddered as she felt Marlowe's hand on her warm damp panties, caressing her gently through the wet satin fabric. <to be continued> |
Sorry we're a bit late for the weekend, but hopefully this chapter will be worth the wait.
In any case, here it is. And once again, our thanks to all of you who have been following this story! :)
GAME ON!
Chapter 28There were no two ways about it, both Megan and Erica were desperate. Not just the conventional kind of desperate that most people get from time to time, but an all-consuming, eye watering, nearly-wetting-ones-knickers kind of desperate. It was a kind of desperate that inhibited rational thought, which perhaps went some way to explaining why the pretty housemaid was currently on all fours, and had reversed herself so that one of Megan's bedposts had become wedged up against her pee hole. Grinding herself into the leg, she pushed backwards with her hands on the carpet in front of her with all her might, squishing her body into the solid oak and moaning softly to herself. Wan Yu eyed her like a hawk, her pupils dilated as a burning arousal began to melt her icy constitution. She was fascinated at the lengths her little sub would go to to try and win them the contest, and whether they ultimately won or lost, she was in no doubt that she was doing her utmost to hold it in. With a smile, she almost seemed to purr with approval.
“My dear little Erica, watching you rub yourself up and down that hard wood is a delight.” Then with an uncharacteristic chuckle Wan Yu added, “Although, it's the only wood you'll ever have between your legs, my darling.” The first game was simple. Having consumed a fresh cup of coffee and an extra glass of water each, then made to wait using whatever means necessary, both had been quick to resort to openly holding themselves. Any last remaining dregs of shyness having completely dissipated, their hands worked furiously at the soft, supple folds of skin between their legs to try and stem the flow, a flow that would all too soon become inevitable. Ten minutes later, a 'no holding yourself' rule had come into effect, which had left them squirming furiously, knotting their legs together, desperately trying to find a way of applying a little pressure to prevent any leaks. Although leaking didn't mean they would lose the game, it had been made clear that heavy penalties would be applied to either girl when they did, and the game would only be over when one of them lost control completely. Although this went some way to explaining Erica's current position on the floor, Megan had found an altogether different solution to the problem. For several minutes she had pee-danced as if she was a finalist on Dancing With The Stars, but it had become clear rather quickly that the approach wasn't going to work in the long term. Instead, looking a little out of breath and panic-stricken, she had beckoned Sarah to her side. Now, standing slightly bent forwards and with her legs apart just enough to allow access, Sarah was squeezing her pee hole for her. With a frown from Wan Yu, Megan laughed and said, "Well, the rules stated 'no holding yourself' … which I'm not! It's fair!" "I can see that I'm going to have to be more careful with my choice of words from now on. There will be no loopholes in the next round, I can assure you!" Wan Yu said rather sternly. However, even with Sarah helping her, the extra liquid was already beginning to add to Megan's woes. Still squirming and wriggling, she implored Sarah to push up on her privates even more firmly than she already was. The waves of desperation had become one endless throbbing pressure, forcing her pee to the very edge of release. "Oh God, hold me tighter, pleeeaase? I'm going to burst any second!” She released a little cry of frustration, then whispered deliberately loud enough so that everyone could hear, “You're going to have to get your fingers inside me, it's the only way!” Although Sarah had become accustomed to denying most requests, this particular one seemed like a cracking idea. Without hesitation she wormed her hand down the tight waistband of Megan's panties and began to cup her lover's bare womanhood. It felt soft, warm and moist, and her lover's trembling lips yielded easily as Sarah slipped a finger up between them. So aroused that she felt weak at the knees, she then began to push against Megan's urethra, massaging the tiny hole in tight circular motions. “Oh, that’s much better! I think I could hold on for hours all the while you’re doing that!” Erica gave a soft gasp at Megan’s words. The idea of holding on for just a few more minutes, let alone hours, almost made her lose it right there and then. Even after having developed a rather intimate relationship with the bedpost, the extra coffee was pushing her to her limits. With her pee feeling on the brink of gushing out, she moaned louder than ever as she fought her body's natural urges, her ability to control them now hanging precariously by a thread. Wan Yu could sense every last drop of Erica’s desperation and despair, so as much as she was enjoying the spectacle in front of her, it was time to move the contest on to the next phase. "And with that, I ask our contestants to stand up and compose themselves,” then with a glare at Megan she added, “That is, without any help from their significant others. To ensure that everything is judged fairly, and if there are no objections of course, Sarah should inspect my little girl here, and I'll inspect Megan. Not that anyone would think about cheating, of course..." The sentence trailed off, and indicated quite clearly that she thought they might. Between gasps and pants from the contestants, and a rather odd guttural squeal from Erica as she got up onto her knees, everyone agreed. Pulling herself up with her arms so her stomach muscles didn’t squeeze her bladder from within, Erica stood on shaky legs. She was in dire straits and instinctively she had begun to hold herself again, kneading and pawing at her womanhood beneath her now slightly crumpled petticoat. Megan was in an equal amount of trouble, especially now that Sarah had withdrawn her fingers. With her heart beating out of her chest, Sarah approached Erica while Wan Yu walked over to Megan. Erica, the squirming, dishevelled wreck that she had become, managed a brief heartfelt smile through a face contorted by acute and abject desperation. Now she was just a foot or two away Sarah could plainly see beads of perspiration on her brow, and she was biting her bottom lip while both hands worked enthusiastically between her legs. Her breath was coming in short sharp pants, and it was clear that she was approaching the end of her tether at a rapid clip. For the first time Sarah realised that beneath the makeup and borderline slutty uniform, she was a genuinely pretty young woman; stunningly pretty in fact. And the fact that a gallon of pee was soon about to erupt out of her and saturate those skimpy blue knickers only stood to enhance her beauty. “Now girls, stand up nice and straight and keep perfectly still. Squirming is absolutely not permitted during the inspection process.” On cue, both girls stood to attention like soldiers. Wan Yu smiled. She had exuded confidence and superiority ever since she could remember, and had quickly learned how to command respect and instil fear in all that she crossed paths with. She gave Megan a wink to break the tension and got down onto her knees, as it was Megan’s turn to be inspected first. Wearing nothing but a bra and an oh-so-tight pair of panties she had borrowed from Erica, she was already somewhat exposed. And now, with all three sets of eyes firmly focussed on her nether regions, she was smouldering with arousal and anticipation. Wan Yu gently ran the backs her fingers up the inside of Megan's thighs, half caressing, half tickling the contact was so light. In response she felt Megan begin to tremble, which grew into a shudder that took over her whole body. As if on cue a tiny trickle of urine involuntarily broke free and dribbled out from between her lips, moistening the crotch of her knickers. The other girls watched the circular patch of moisture grow in size, then stop when it reached the diameter of a two pence piece. Pulling away from Wan Yu and tightly crossing one leg over the other, Megan drew a sharp intake of breath. "Hey, come on sweetie, you can hold it! Don't give up!" Sarah encouraged buoyantly. "You know I'll never give up, but I'm going to wet myself really soon, I know it! I can't hold it forever!" The incessant ache of her bursting full bladder was becoming almost too much to bear, and if it hadn't felt so weirdly wonderful at the same time, she'd have lost the battle long ago. "Not forever, just another few minutes ... an hour maybe?" Sarah said, smiling. "An hour???" both girls gasped in unison, their soldier-like stances having already been abandoned. Both had reverted back to quivering, desperate, pee-dancing wrecks, and Erica hadn't even been inspected yet. Stamping her feet heavily on the ground and sucking in air through clenched teeth, Erica had the expression of a rabbit in headlights. "There's no way, just … I mean … well," Erica's sentence ended with a sigh of resignation. It occurred to her that tonight she would either hold it and win, or genuinely lose control of her body and wet her knickers. 'Giving up' and letting go, no matter how desperate or uncomfortable she became, simply wasn't an option. Maybe tonight she would truly start to understand the psychological reasons why Megan always chose to hold it until she physically couldn't any more. In fact she was already gleaning a good understanding. She was presently more desperate than she could ever remember being before, certainly much more than she had been whilst serving dinner, and the feelings enveloping her body were strangely divine. She had heard the expression that a desperately needed wee felt better than sex, well holding on to a desperately needed wee felt even better than that! Like a drug she didn't want the high to end, and the only way to prolong it was to hold back the contents of her bladder with every last ounce of remaining strength. Suddenly she was determined and stood to attention, awaiting Sarah's inspection. Her body was now upright and standing straight, her fists clenched as her bladder pounded in protest, the urine right on the brink of escaping through her over-burdened, quivering sphincter. Sarah bent down and knelt in front of the housemaid, tentatively lifting the front of her petticoat. It was so short there wasn't really much need, but she was curious to see if she was sporting a bladder bulge like Megan's. To her delight, a little bump was plain to see protruding from her tummy just beneath her belly button. Moving her eyes down, she stared at the outline of her vagina in those skimpy sky blue panties, and decided to up the ante by running a single finger lightly over the bulge.
Erica whimpered, pee almost exploding out of her there and then. The lightest touch, the gentlest pressure, was both agony and ecstasy. Just half a second before Erica would most certainly have burst, Sarah moved downwards, lightly brushing her fingers against Erica's covered lips before finally withdrawing. "Oh God oh God oh God..." Erica said as she snapped her body forwards, bending at the waist and knotting her legs together. "Was I dry? I'm not even sure myself any more!" "You were indeed," Sarah conceded, sitting casually back down on the bed. "But you were not, Megan my dear. Which means you have to face the consequences." Wan Yu glanced over at the coffee pot on the dressing table. "You have to drink another cup." "That hardly seems fair," Megan pouted, stamping a foot like a petulant child and folding her arms. "And, since you protested, I think another glass of water as well." Erica smiled to herself. She was all too familiar with the consequences for daring to argue or disagree with Wan Yu in any way whatsoever. Not only did you still end up doing what she wanted you to anyhow, she always managed to make things worse ... or was that better? Depends on one's perspective, I suppose, she thought to herself as Megan sighed and faced the music, a full cup of cold coffee in her shaking hand while Wan Yu gleefully poured another large tumbler full of ice water, filling it right up to the very brim. Meanwhile, poor Erica's lapse of concentration had actually resulted in her springing a leak of her own, the fact of which was betrayed by an involuntary shudder, squeak, and gasp.
"OMG, now I've gone and wet me knickers a bit, I'm sure of it," she whimpered. "Better make that two glasses," Sarah said, grinning hugely. "Consider it done," Wan Yu said with an answering smile.Since Megan was still struggling with her coffee, she handed the full glass to Erica, who trembled as she took it from her mistress. Wan Yu turned to pour another glass of ice water, this one intended for Megan. Sarah relieved her of the empty cup which had contained cold coffee only a few moments ago as Wan Yu handed her the full tumbler. "Drink up, my dear," she said, and this time, a chastened Megan knew better than to protest in the slightest. She meekly took the tumbler in both of her hands, shuddering at the feel of the cold, damp glass as she raised it to her lips, drinking deeply from it as Sarah's small hands closed around her own and kept the glass there, even forcing her head back slightly as she gulped down its contents as rapidly as she could, her shapely bottom wriggling quite seductively and one leg raised slightly off the floor. Meanwhile, Erica was clearly struggling to finish her own tumbler of ice water, and Wan Yu had to intervene to prevent her other hand from involuntarily moving beneath her petticoats to apply some pressure on her privates through her lacy blue knickers. "Now, now, sweetie, we'll have none of that," the tall raven-haired beauty said softly. "You know the rules, and we shall win fair and square, or not at all." She held her little sub's hand firmly and applied a bit of soft pressure before smiling at her and saying, "I have faith in you, my little one." Although Erica could feel she was nearing her absolute limit in holding, she wouldn't dare disappoint her mistress if there was anything to be done for it. The consequences might be severe, and in any case, she lived to make Wan Yu happy. She too finished her tumbler of ice water and happily handed the empty glass back to Wan Yu. "And since fair is fair, here's another glass for good measure," her mistress said now, quickly refilling it and handing it to her. "After all, Megan did have to drink that cup of coffee first." OMG, not another full tumbler of ice water? Erica sighed quietly as she took the glass and began to drink from it again. Could this possibly get any better? Sarah wondered. She could feel that she was pretty wet herself at this point, although it was entirely from her arousal at seeing the two desperate girls squirming before her eyes, and although Wan Yu was still looking impassive and steely, she couldn't help thinking about what effect this contest was having on her as well.<TO BE CONTINUED > |
We're back... hopefully this chapter is worth the wait. The girls have certainly been left on the brink for awhile <sigh>,
and so, we give you:
Chapter 29ENDGAMEWith all the drinks finished, several fresh pints of liquid began the slow process of filtering through the girls' bodies. Drop by drop, trickle by trickle, the pressure in their already achingly full bladders was reaching a crescendo. Neither knew exactly how much time passed for it was difficult having any thoughts beyond that of 'I need a wee I need a wee I need a wee...', but to the two desperate girls it seemed like several eternities. They were both doubled forwards, unable to stand up straight any more even if they'd wanted to. Both had forgotten the 'no holding yourself' rule long ago, and were massaging themselves feverishly, lost in their own little worlds of extreme desperation and mind-blowing arousal.Erica now knew exactly why Megan did what she did, because beyond the discomfort, beyond the ache, beyond the pain, it felt so good! If anyone had walked in at that moment it would have appeared as if the two beauties were in fact simply engaged in tandem acts of solo sexual stimulation, but the reality was far more complex than that. Their desperation-induced arousal was making them crave relief; relief from the incessant throbbing pressure in both their bladders and their loins. But, neither were prepared to give in to their mingling desires, because that would mean losing the contest! Sarah and Wan Yu were feeling a similar kind of pressure, and if inspected themselves it would have appeared as if they were the ones who had in fact wet themselves. Neither were showing any outward signs of their burning arousal, but both were melting from the inside out, sticky slippery liquid collecting between their legs and moistening the insides of their knickers. "OK girls, it's plain to see that either of you could wet yourselves at any moment now, so let's start another challenge shall we?" Wrenched out of their own little worlds and back to reality, quiet moans left their lips synchronously. Erica then dropped to her knees and doubled forwards, resting her forehead on the small throw rug beside the bed and bringing her legs up under her, her bottom in the air and gently swaying from side to side. A muffled voice started to beg. "Oh, please Miss, I can't wait any longer, I need to go to the toilet. I'm going to wet myself, I can feel it's about to come out!" "There will be no toilet for you, my dear. If you can't manage to hold it, then your knickers will become your toilet."Megan was still standing, but with her left leg crossed firmly in front of the other. She was bent forwards so the top half of her body was almost horizontal, and she was jiggling and panting like a woman possessed. "Hey, Erica," Megan murmured between gasps. Erica looked up, her face pale and her eyes wide, sweat dripping down her brow. "Whatever you do," Megan continued, "Don't think about any running water, or waterfalls, or the sounds they make. Definitely don't think about the sound your pee makes when it hisses from your body, that'll make you wet yourself for sure..." She ended the sentence with a SSSSsssss noise. It was a low blow, but she knew time was running out for herself. She needed a wee, and she needed it now! "Oh, bugger" Megan shouted as she started to hop on the spot. "Well that didn't work! I nearly just made myself pee then!" "Ha, serves you right!" Erica said, grinning. Having then listened to the rules of the next round from Wan Yu, the girls were left dumbfounded. Between a chorus of "I'm never going to be able to do that," and "I'll wee myself for definite," Erica and Megan squirmed relentlessly, feeling they were being asked the impossible. They were each to adopt a squatting position, legs apart, torso upright, with arms at either side. They would then remain in that position until one of them began to leak. Whoever that was would receive a suitable penalty, although it hadn't yet been made clear if this would be having to drink more water again or something even worse. "Are you ready?" Wan Yu asked. Wordlessly the two desperate girls stood side by side, and in a moment of comradeship, held each other's hands as they adopted the required positions. Both felt utterly exposed, their pee holes open and unobstructed by anything except for the thin, translucent fabric of their skimpy underwear. Their hands remained joined, clasped together with interlocking fingers; they may have been competing against one another, but they were in this together and secretly loving every moment. Feeling Erica's hand trembling in her own, Megan squeezed it firmly, reassurance and added resolve surging between them like a spark of electricity. However, it wasn't long before their overwhelming desire for a long hard wee had become almost unbearable. The call of nature had been heard and ignored for far too long, and was now screaming like a wailing siren in each of their heads and bladders. Struggling to hold on, squirming, wriggling, panting and sweating, both girls were about to burst in spectacular style. A sudden sense of calm transcended the turmoil within Megan's overwrought body. It was this moment that she had come to live for, the moment of greatest excitement, the moment she would lose genuine control of the needs of her desperate body. Everything else was already fading into the background, Wan Yu's voice becoming a distant echo in her ears. Her bladder throbbed and pounded, her holding muscles locked in constant contraction, the slightest lapse guaranteeing that she would be instantly and forcefully peeing all over the floor beneath her. But then something else happened... Erica gave a sudden squeak and took a deep intake of breath. Everything went silent, the only barely audible sound a gentle pattering of pee droplets hitting the rug. But then it stopped. "Oh bloody hell, I can't hold it!" Erica jumped up out of her squatting position, jammed both hands between her legs, and began dancing on the spot. She had stopped herself from completely losing it just in the nick of time, but quickly realised that as the loser of the round, punishment was heading her way. "Stop holding yourself at once, there will be no more of that!" Wan Yu said sternly to her little sub. "Remember, we will win fair and square or not at all!" The words echoed in Erica's mind. Oh my God, does she really even want me to win at all? Thoughts of the spanking she would certainly receive if she lost flitted through her mind, magnifying her arousal tenfold in a heartbeat. Withdrawing her hands from between her legs the evidence of her momentary loss of control became apparent. The crotch of her sky blue panties now had more of a deep ocean hue, and a droplet of urine glinted in the light as it tumbled down the inside of her visibly trembling thigh."Looks like someone's sprung a leak," Sarah said, openly gloating at poor little Erica's failure to fully contain the contents of her overburdened bladder. "And don't you try to play the Little Dutch Boy, either; there'll be no plugging for this dyke! Those are your own rules," she added, smiling ever so sweetly at Wan Yu. The tall beauty fixed her with a cold stare, then Sarah could almost swear that a smile seemed to flit across her stern visage for a brief moment before she replied. "Of course I won't help her. As I just said, we shall either win fairly or not at all." Turning towards the tiny housemaid now, she said, "And as for your punishment young lady, you will now lie down flat on the floor and allow Megan to squat over you for 5 minutes. If by some miracle Megan doesn't totally empty her bladder all over you in that time..." Wan Yu glanced over at Megan who was now a dishevelled quivering wreck of a woman, before continuing, "… then you will be very lucky by the looks of things, very lucky indeed. But of course, if Megan does end up peeing all over you, you will be the winner, Erica." Wan Yu raised an eyebrow, then added, "Providing you don't wet yourself first, of course." She ran a finger up the inside of Erica's thigh wiping away the droplet of urine, then patted her gently on her belly. "If you keep the rest inside you for just a little longer, I promise you'll be making us both happy." With a wink, Wan Yu stepped back. Following the instructions to the letter, Erica tentatively dropped to her knees before laying back and stretching her legs out in front. Her bladder felt insanely full in this position, and she wondered if she could get away with letting just a little bit out without anyone noticing. Before the thought had even properly formed however, Wan Yu was giving her a frown and shaking her head. Apparently she could read minds now, and Erica blushed in response.Megan was struggling, copious volumes of water pressing down on her sphincter, begging for release. She barely knew what was going on any more, all of her thoughts were focused on preventing the contents of the ball of pee inside her from bursting out. Walking on shaky legs she approached the horizontal Erica and placed her feet either side of her body, straddling her. Steadying herself first, Megan then bent at the knees and adopted a squatting position, the damp clingy fabric of her knickers moving to just a few inches above Erica's face.Erica's eyes were transfixed on the small circle of wetness on Megan's knickers, knowing that just behind it several pints of amber liquid were now so very close to spraying out all over her. She could see that every muscle in Megan's gorgeous body was straining to hold back the flood. She listened to her moan, and watched her writhe and squirm, the distinct outline of her pussy contracting rhythmically as she fought to hold her pee inside for just another minute or two. But even with the greatest will in the world, the body always wins the battle. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, please forgive me..." Megan mumbled between breaths. She shuddered violently before suddenly keeping perfectly still, holding her breath. Erica's eyes widened as she stared at the area between Megan's legs, unable to look away. In that moment a part of her wanted Megan to lose all control, to pee her little heart out all over her so she could feel the hot, fragrant urine wash over her skin. It wasn't about winning any more, it was about something far more animalistic deep within her, a desire that had been repressed until this very moment. Megan whimpered softly, and at the same time the small patch of wetness darkened and began to spread around her crotch. "Oh no, I can't hold it..." With her knickers unable to absorb any more liquid, the first droplet of Megan's pee fell and landed on Erica's cheek, then continued down her face before ending up at her pretty lips. Without thinking, her tongue darted out and licked the droplet away. The taste was sweet and strangely satisfying to her, and all she could think of now was wanting more. "Hold it honey, you can do it! You're four minutes in, so just one more minute and you can stand up again!" Sarah virtually shouted, excited and enthusiastically, like she was supporting her favourite football team at a match. But the situation was proving all too overwhelming for poor Megan, who couldn't even tell if she was peeing herself or not any more. Her bladder felt numb, and the warm wetness between her legs seemed ever present. How much was pee, and how much was her own womanly juices, she couldn't tell now. All she knew was she was very wet, and soon to be even wetter by all the signs. Erica, her eyes unblinking, watched as several more droplets fell from Megan, dripping down onto her. A distant voice said something about twenty more seconds, but she wasn't sure how this would end, or even if she wanted it to end. Another moan from Megan and this time a definite squirt left her body, hissing gently into her underwear before trickling through and splashing down onto Erica's small lace covered bosom. She felt a little pool of the warm liquid begin to gather between her breasts before the voice announced five more seconds. Megan seemed to pull herself together at the last moment, squirming and bobbing up and down frantically as the countdown reached zero. Launching herself up at the count of zero, Megan pee danced then knotted her legs together, squeezing her pee hole like a vise with the tops of her thighs. Erica, meanwhile, sat up and had gotten to her knees when suddenly a helpless look came over her pretty face. "OMG, I'm so sorry," she gasped as her bursting bladder finally gave out, and the tiny housemaid began to wet her knickers uncontrollably, the flood cascading down and splashing onto the floor between her shapely legs. "Hah! You lose!" Sarah said, smiling triumphantly as both she and Wan Yu turned to watch the copious contents of Erica's bladder continue to empty onto the hard wood floor beneath her. Wan Yu now seemed both glum and somewhat peeved at the little housemaid's loss of control, which boded ill for poor Erica's immediate future. "Um... oopsies." Megan said quietly behind them. Both Sarah and Wan Yu quickly turned away from Erica, who was still wetting herself, their attention drawn to the soft hissing sound of yet another stream of urine like the gaze of a hungry hawk towards the field mouse far below. When they looked over at Megan, a rather large puddle had already begun to form at her feet. "Megan!" Wan Yu smiled quite broadly now and said, "Oh well, looks like we'd better call it a draw." "We'd better, yes... I think we both lost it at the same time," Megan said with a soft giggle. She knew Sarah would be more forgiving of her own loss of control than Wan Yu would be with Erica, and she wasn't going to let the girl she had begun to think of as a little sister be punished simply because Megan was more practiced at holding than she was. Meanwhile, a grateful Erica silently mouthed the words 'thank you' to Megan behind the other two girls' backs. The little housemaid somehow knew that Megan could have held on for longer, and that she had let go deliberately in order to help her save face, as it were. Her former opponent had now become her partner in crime. "OMG, what a mess we've made," Megan said, laughing now that the tension of the contest had been broken. The two large puddles were now merging into one at their feet. "Not to worry, ma'am. Win or lose, the clean-up was always going to be my responsibility anyhow," the cute little housemaid said with a bright and cheery smile on her face. "Well, my little sweet darling Erica, you may not have lost but you didn't win either... so I think you'd better be quick about that clean-up. You know what comes after, don't you?" Wan Yu said softly, laughing herself now as Erica's hand headed instinctively towards her bottom as if to protect it from the assault of an unseen paddle. "You're not still going to spank her, are you?" Sarah asked. "Why, of course I am," Wan Yu replied with a grin. "I always spank her." "To be quite honest, ma'am... I wouldn't have it any other way," the pretty little housemaid said softly, a shy smile on her lips, her hand at her bottom and her eyes downcast towards the puddle at her feet. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
Dearest friends and fans, we're trying to keep to posting a chapter at leastevery two weeks or so,
and it's been too long since the last one... so, here's the next part of our story, and orango
and i both hope that it will be to your liking.
CHAPTER 30:ADRIFT AT SEAWan Yu Gigg smiled as she looked down at the sleeping form of Erica the little housemaid. The poor thing was exhausted from carrying out her duties all day and evening in a state of perpetual arousal and desperation. Although she had been permitted to relieve herself in both ways before being put to bed thanks to the extended holding contest and Wan Yu's loving 'punishment paddling' immediately afterwards, it was quite clear that the small girl's urge to pee was beginning to reassert itself, her bladder muscles being in a weakened state from so much holding for so long. The cute little redhead was squirming and moaning softly in a very erotic manner as she slept, dreaming. Erica was feeling more desperate than she'd ever been in her life, and there was no way she could hold it in any longer. She jammed her hand down between her legs under her short skirt and clamped her thighs together tightly around it, but it was to no avail. An uncontrollable stream of wee began to flow from her as she sat in a small boat adrift in the middle of the ocean with all of the other girls there watching her. OMG, she was wetting her knickers yet again, the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation mingling once more with the sweet sensation of relief, a feeling that she now embraced and even had begun to crave. Wan Yu Gigg peeled the bed covers back gently from the little maid's body just in time to see the tiny wet spot grow and spread across the crotch of her panties and then the stream of hot urine began in earnest, jetting out through them and forming a puddle beneath her as Erica twisted, sighed and moaned a bit more loudly in her sleep. Now the tall Eurasian beauty smiled even more as she began to project her thoughts not just towards her little submissive but radiating throughout the manor and finding the receptive and susceptible minds of others as well... * * * * *Katherine Grant was squirming again, although this time not in front of the strikingly attractive Inspector Marlowe. Somehow, she was sitting on the hard wooden plank seat of a small boat along with the other girls: the Irish brunette, those two lesbian girls from London, that tall one that was all business by the looks of her and the petite housemaid. She wasn't the only one squirming in distress either; in fact the only one who didn't seem on the verge of losing control and wetting her knickers was that Wan Yu Gigg person.All the rest of the girls were just moments away from it, legs clamped tightly together, hands pressed down in between their lovely thighs, lower lips bitten ever so fetchingly. As if from a perspective outside herself, yet still a participant, Katherine now relished the sight of so much desperation. She thought back to her school days, times when she and her friends had had to queue up for the loo, and suddenly remembered certain rather odd feelings she'd had watching the other girls as they waited, shifting their weight from foot to foot, wiggling their bottoms in their pleated schoolgirl skirts, distractedly twirling strands of hair between their fingers... Suddenly and without warning, she began to wet her knickers. As she felt the warm sensation of the pee filling them, she began to also feel the onset of a massive orgasm and as she soaked herself like a little girl, that orgasm grew until it was the most satisfying feeling of her life. Somehow, the image of the Inspector dressed as a schoolgirl and wetting himself flitted through her mind now too. She found it strangely arousing... hmmm, maybe later, Kate thought with a sly little smile on her face now. * * * * * Firenda stirred in her sleep, her lithe body drenched in a cold sweat. She was having the most vivid dream, one in which she had been adrift at sea in a tiny lifeboat along with Megan, Sarah, Wan Yu Gigg, PCSO Grant and little Erica the housemaid, all of them totally desperate to pee and none wanting to admit it, although the signs had been getting more and more obvious by the minute as they all squirmed with their ever-increasing urgent need. Poor Erica had been the first to totally lose control, and as she wet her panties Wan Yu smiled broadly and clapped her hands while the little housemaid sat there peeing into her black silk knickers, unable to contain the flood within her any longer. Meanwhile, Sarah was looking at Megan and grinning with anticipation, fully expecting her to be the next to give in to the overwhelming urge to pee. By this time it was clear that they were all involved in a tacit holding contest, with the last one to lose control of their bladder winning... 'winning what?', Firenda had wondered, although the sensation of fullness within her made her fairly certain that it would be a tight race between her and the lovely Megan for next to wet in any case. Just as Firenda felt the sweet agony of humiliation when the first uncontrollable jet of urine dampened her own knickers, she had jolted awake. As she sat bolt upright in her bed, she struggled to regain her bearings in the darkness of her room. Now, as she slowly regained her sense of reality, she realized that it wasn't merely sweat which had gotten her nightgown and sheets soaking wet beneath her... she jumped out of the bed and glanced around in a panic before remembering that she was all alone in her room, not still in that tiny lifeboat with the other girls. She breathed a deep sigh of relief... * * * * * A couple of rooms away, Sarah was having the same dream, strangely enough. She had seen little Erica lose control and was delighted to see her tiny feet dangling above the puddle she had made beneath her seat in the boat, but although Sarah had some hope that Megan or Firenda might be next to wet she wasn't feeling nearly as confident as she tried to appear outwardly. She was feeling totally full, all of that wine and water and cognac was stretching her bladder to the bursting point, and unlike Megan she wasn't an old hand at holding. The desperation was coming in waves, the waves swamping the boat and knocking her out of it as Megan looked on in despair, and now the waves came crashing over her, each one closer to the previous one and mounting higher and higher until one came along that she couldn't ride the crest of any longer... she felt it engulf her, going under like a surfer getting dragged beneath it, and unable to breathe.<TO BE CONTINUED> |
And because of the long delay, here's another chapter by way of apology (and plot advancement as well).
CHAPTER 31REVOLVING TABLES (The Lazy Susan of Life)The next morning…Sarah woke up to the unusual sensation of warm wetness between her legs.
Her pyjama bottoms were soaked, as was the bed under her.
"OMG, Megan... not only did you pee without permission, but you wet the bed too?" she mumbled, still groggy. Megan, however, was seated across the room at the vanity languidly brushing her long hair, and already fully dressed.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she said as she turned away from the mirror and looked directly at Sarah.
There was no way for Megan to have wet the bed, gotten out of it without her realizing it, and gotten dressed in a short enough time for the pee to still be warm. In shock, Sarah realized that it had to have been her that had had the accident this time. There was a knock at the door, followed by Cervin's voice. "Pardon me, Madam. A continental breakfast will be served shortly in the salon." Then there was only the sound of his footsteps receding down the hallway. "You'd better get up now, sleepy head!" Megan said playfully. "I'm hungry, and I still need a wee badly, too. I can't believe you've been able to hold it all this time without going!" Sarah reddened slightly as she pulled the covers up tightly around her neck.
"Since you're already dressed, why don't you go on ahead without me, and I'll be down in a minute, OK, sweetie?" she said softly. "Oh, no you don't!" Megan replied. "I'll bet you know exactly where the loo is, and you're going to try to sneak off to have a nice wee without telling me!" Megan walked over to the bed and tugged at the covers. "You get out of this bed right this min-" She broke off suddenly when Sarah was exposed to her gaze, wearing her wet pyjamas and lying in an obviously damp spot. Megan smirked uncharacteristically, and said, "OOPS, I guess you've had a little accident yourself this time. Even wet the bed too!" She rummaged in Sarah's suitcase a bit before she found what she was looking for, then she giggled as she held up a disposable diaper.
"Well, rules are rules, as you always like to remind me. Looks like it won't be me wearing these, sweetie!" Sarah blushed bright red now as she realized what was in store for her. * * * * * As Megan and Sarah left their room they happened to see PCSO Grant closing a door behind her before she slipped quickly down the hallway towards the stairs leading down to the salon. "I thought that was the Inspector's room," Megan said. Sarah didn't reply. She was a bit too preoccupied with the unusual sensations caused by the disposable diaper she was wearing under her dress. It made a soft crinkling sound as she walked along holding Megan's hand. The sound was actually quite subtle, but to her it was clear and unmistakeable. Now, for the first time in their relationship it was she who was feeling little girl-like and out of control. She was even feeling an urge to pee again, and that too was unusual for her, coming so soon on the heels of the previous bedwetting incident. Megan was holding her hand firmly, and Sarah knew there would be no way for her to avoid having to wet her diaper in public eventually since Megan wasn't about to let her out of her sight now. She sighed softly to herself.
At least the only one who would know would be her dear Megan, she thought. When they arrived at the salon, they saw that the others were already there. Wan Yu greeted them with an uncharacteristically warm and enthusiastic, "Good morning, girls. Did you sleep well?", this accompanied by a rather cryptic smile. "Rather," Megan replied for the both of them. Meanwhile, Sarah was blushing a bright red, convinced that Wan Yu somehow knew she was wearing a diaper now. Megan gripped her hand even tighter and led her past Wan Yu.
The Eurasian beauty gave them an arched eyebrow and a knowing smile as they passed by, then murmured to herself, "So the tables have turned now, have they? Interesting..." Cervin was pouring the coffee at the side table and little Erica was passing among them with a silver serving tray heaped high with warm rolls and muffins. "Coffee, sir?" the butler asked as he extended the urn in the direction of Mao Tse. "No, thank you. I would prefer a nice cup of hot chocolate, if it wouldn't be too much trouble," Mao replied. "Hot chocolate, why yes, of course, sir," Cervin said with a stately nod to Erica, who set her tray of baked goods down on the side table. She then left the salon briefly; when she returned, she had a cup of steaming liquid on a smaller silver serving platter. "Here you are, sir," the tiny housemaid said with a small curtsey. "Your hot chocolate..." Mao took the cup and blew on it sharply to cool it a bit, then took a long loud slurp of its contents before smacking his lips. "AHHHH, delicious!" Inspector Marlowe, PCSO Grant and Constable Dunstable were all clustered together in a group, Fergus having finally recovered his trousers and a bit of his composure from the previous evening's wetting incident. His partner and Inspector Marlowe seemed awfully chummy now for some reason, he noticed. Firenda had quietly made her way over to Megan and Sarah once again, while Wan Yu and Mao were beginning yet another incomprehensible tech-speak marathon. "Oh, my goodness, I had the strangest dream last night," the pretty brunette said softly in her lilting Irish brogue. "And the both of you were in it..." Cervin was standing by the side table ready to offer a refill of coffee to anyone in the mood for it, and Erica was attending to Lady Daghly, who sat regally in an overstuffed armchair sipping her coffee with two fingers holding the handle of the cup, her little finger extended daintily out. The little housemaid seemed to be humming to herself softy once again. Inspector Marlowe excused himself from the law and order group and made his way across the room to where Mao Tse and Wan Yu Gigg were standing. "Pardon me, Mr. Undallingg. I wonder if I might have a moment of your time now?" "Of course; I'm at your disposal, Inspector." Wan Yu Gigg smilled, and said, "We'll continue this later, Mao Tse." She then walked over to where Lady Daghly was sitting. "Erica, you may go make up the rooms now," Lady Daghly said imperiously, having made sure that the guests had been adequately provided for, with Cervin still remaining to take care of any further requests. As Sarah heard this, she paled. Maybe no-one else would know when she finally peed her diaper, but it would be obvious to Erica that someone had wet the bed in her room. Luckily, the little maid actually seemed to not be bothered at all whenever she had to clean up Megan's pee whenever it had happened before, so hopefully the wet bedclothes and mattress wouldn't be such a big deal to her either. In any case, there was nothing she could do about it now. Megan smiled at her and whispered, "Don't you worry, sweetie, your secret is safe with her. We wetters always stick together." She discreetly patted Sarah's bottom, making her even more conscious of the diaper she was wearing. Sarah blushed bright crimson at Megan's description of her, but it was true. She was a wetter now. Meanwhile, the inspector was taking the opportunity to get to know Mao just a little better.
"Mr. Undallingg, what exactly do you do for the company?" Inspector Marlowe enquired. "I am in the IT department." Mao replied. "Yes, I knew that already... but what it is that you do, specifically?" "Cyber security, data encryption, virus signature detection and the resultant anti-malware development … that sort of thing." While the Inspector wasn't quite as much of a tech troglodyte as Constable Dunstable, he simply nodded his head. Although he still wasn't quite sure what all of that entailed precisely, he at least had some idea of the man's field of expertise and responsibilities now. "So, in that capacity you must have access to all of the company records, yes?" "Yes, in fact I do." "A trusted employee, then. I suppose that goes without saying." Mao only smiled in answer to this. His heavy-lidded eyes betrayed nothing as the inspector watched closely for any sign of unease. "And had there been any unusual activity or recent threats to the company, or an attempted breach?" "My dear Inspector, we are constantly under attack. Not a day goes by without some would-be amateur hacker or professional cyber-thief trying to gain access to our files, so we must be ever-vigilant." Mao smiled again. "It is my job to stay ahead of them all, using a combination of the absolute latest in state of the art technology, cunning, and above all, my ability to think as they do." "That is quite a lot of responsibility, and a great deal of trust must be placed in you," Marlowe mused. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but It seems to me as if all anyone would need to do to breach company security would be to get to you somehow." "Actually, that would be a correct assumption, but for one thing...." In midsentence, Mao suddenly fell silent. He remained in the same position, leaning against the mantel of the fireplace with his cup of hot cocoa still in hand, but the Inspector watched as his eyes glazed over and he went stiff as a board. "Mr. Undallingg?" Marlowe looked at him closely. He then put his hand up to the face of the man standing before him. There was no breath coming from his nose or mouth, none at all. Mao Tse was dead.
The inspector gestured for Dunstable and Grant to come over now. "Probably poison in the hot chocolate," Marlowe said to them softly. "Undalling was the only one drinking that stuff; everyone else was having either coffee or tea." "Well, I guess we can strike him off the suspects list," Dunstable muttered with his usual talent for stating the obvious. <TO BE CONTINUED> |
Dear fans and friends, we owe you all an apology for leaving you with no news for so long, but have no fear,
the story has not been abandoned. We thank you all for your patience and understanding!
Both orango and i had some family issues which prevented us from having the will, time, and energy to work on it,
but now we're back and rest assured that we have every intention of bringing the tale to its close.
We hope that at least a few of you will stay with us until then.
For your perusal, here is the next installment:
CHAPTER 32:
'REVEALING' OUTFITS
Cervin and Renchin did the dirty job of removing Mao's lifeless body from the salon, and the remaining guests and staff had gone their separate ways during the rest of the day. Now they had all gathered in the salon once more, and were looking around at each other and wondering who might be the next to depart suddenly and finally from Dartmoor Manor.
Sarah was surreptitiously squirming now, the unfamiliar diaper beneath her vintage dress steadily moistening with warm pee which was now slowly seeping out of her despite her best efforts to keep it in. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end as a short sharp spurt squirted from her, followed by a series of dribbles and drips. For some strange reason, her prodigious holding ability seemed to have abandoned her, at least for the moment. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would lose control completely and soak herself, and that time was running out.
Megan on the other hand seemed unusually composed, cool, calm and collected. A rather wan looking Firenda stood right next to the two of them with a drink in her unsteady hand, while Renchin, Cervin and little Erica were standing clustered in a group across the salon whispering somewhat furtively amongst themselves. Lady Daghly was in her usual spot, sitting in the throne-like overstuffed chintz armchair she favoured, flanked by the rather formidable pair of Wan Yu Gigg to her right and Selva Ware-Hudson to her left. Only the police contingent was missing at the moment.
Suddenly the salon doors opened, and Inspector Marlowe entered with Constable Dunstable and PCSO Grant in his wake. He strode imperiously to the center of the room while the two police officers remained at the doorway, effectively blocking any egress.
“Cervin, would you please be so kind as to lock the doors?” the inspector asked.
“Of course, sir. As you wish,” the tall thin butler replied. When he reached the doorway, the constables moved aside to allow him access and he removed an old fashioned brass key from his trouser pocket, inserted it in the lock, and turned it with a quiet click. As he went back to where he had been standing, Dunstable and Grant blocked the doorway once again, just in case anyone hadn't gotten the point.
“Now that we are all together, I think it is time to tell you the name of the killer, who is with us in this room even now,” Inspector Marlowe said, almost matter of factly.
A collective gasp of astonishment rose from the assembled guests and staff, as they glanced around at each other as if for the first time.
"Would you all be seated, please?" he requested.
"This is most improper," Lady Daghly said haughtily.
"I think I'll just remain standing, if it's all the same to you," Erica the little housemaid said softly. Her left hand instinctively moved towards her bottom as she quickly glanced over in the direction of Wan Yu Gigg before demurely turning her eyes down towards the floor. Megan couldn't help but give a little smile at that.
The other members of the household staff remained standing as well, the observation of proper decorum being sacrosanct at Dartmoor Manor.
"Very well. As you wish," Inspector Marlowe said. The inspector then spoke to Firenda.
"Ms. Hohl, would you do me the favour of taking notes of the proceedings? I believe you will find a pad and pen placed on the side table next to you."
"I'm... I'm afraid I can't," the lovely young woman stammered.
"Why not?" he asked dryly. "You are a competent secretary, aren't you? I can't believe that Lord Daghly hired you just for your good looks, even as exceptionally pretty as you are."
"I am quite good at my job," Firenda replied coldly, "although I prefer the term 'executive assistant'."
"Well, then, would you be so kind as to enlighten us as to why you are unable to do that job at the moment, my dear Ms. Hohl?"
"I sprained my wrist rather badly several days ago, unfortunately."
"And exactly how did that happen?" Marlowe asked.
"I'm... I'm not really sure,' the girl answered, looking down.
"Alright then, Megan, would you please take notes in her place?" Sarah interjected, looking over at her lover, who was beginning to show the first tell-tale signs of needing to pee yet again.
It had been awhile since Megan had been plucked from the steno pool to take over the company's international shipping department. Small as that department was, it had represented a major step up the corporate ladder for her, and had anyone else but her beloved Sarah requested that she take notes, she might have been quite miffed; but for Sarah, Megan would willingly do just about anything.
She calmly strode over to the side table, gave Firenda a warm smile, and deftly picked up the pad and pen before returning to her chair. She then sat down, crossed her long lovely legs, arranged her dress neatly around them and perched the pad on her lap, the thick black and gold Mont Blanc fountain pen in her slender hand hovering poised above it at the ready.
“You will recall that at first it was thought to be an accident when Lord Daghly turned up dead on Saturday morning. But then, the second death which was discovered later that day was clearly a case of murder,” Inspector Marlowe said. “This cast doubts as to the accidental nature of Lord Daghly's demise as well, doubts which I already had personally, for reasons I will not divulge for the moment.”
“I had already run background checks on the guests and staff from a list provided to me by the local constabulary before I left Scotland Yard, and I thank you, PCSO Grant, for rendering that service."
Katherine fairly beamed at such an honourable mention in the Inspector's exposition, and he favoured her with a smile as well before continuing on. "The results of these background checks already had aroused my suspicions with regards to certain individuals, but then when I began to interview all of you after that second death, one peculiar thing became clear in interview after interview: almost every single one of you had a motive to kill Lord Daghly.”
All of the remaining guests and staff started looking at each other nervously once again.
The Inspector paused dramatically here, as Megan looked on with conflicted emotions, afraid of where all of this was going to end up.
“The first person I interviewed was the man who found the body. That would be you, Cervin.”
“Quite correct, sir," he replied. "I did indeed find Lord Daghly lying here in the salon two days ago. I then promptly notified Lady Daghly, who asked me to remove His Lordship’s body to the upstairs bedroom.”
“Did you not find her request rather odd?”
“In the time I have been in service in this household, I have become accustomed to all sorts of odd and unusual requests, sir. In order to preserve his dignity in his ultimate repose, I did acquiesce, despite my personal doubts and reservations as to the appropriateness of this course of action.” The tall, thin butler smiled now.
“At the time, we were still labouring under the illusion that Lord Daghly’s demise was the result of an accident, although subsequent events were to quite certainly suggest at least the possibility that it might be otherwise.”
“After you had removed His Lordship's body, and the rest of the guests had come downstairs, did you change anything, move anything, alter or otherwise disturb the scene any further, Cervin?”
“I did not, sir.”
“So, apart from the body not being there, can we surmise that everything else was left exactly as you found it?”
“You have my word on it, Inspector.”
“Thank you, Cervin. That will do for now,“ Marlowe said.
He turned to face the assembled guests again.
“So, when Officers Dunstable and Grant first saw the spot where Lord Daghly’s body had fallen, we can be reasonably certain that what they saw was much the same at that moment as it had been when he died," Marlowe said. I will tell you now that there was something odd they noted about the scene, something very unusual, something that didn’t quite fit the context of everything else I knew or had heard about His Lordship. We shall return to that later, though.”
Marlowe smiled knowingly now, this time looking towards Megan, who blushed beet-red and quickly looked down at her pumps under the table, hoping no one had noticed, or that if they had, they would attribute it to her being desperate yet again, something they had seen quite a bit of over the course of the weekend.
“Lady Daghly,” he said, addressing the slender woman who sat across from Megan in her fashionable 1940’s Parisian couture silver silk evening gown, dripping diamonds. “You were the next one I spoke with that morning, is that correct?”
“Yes, Inspector, I believe I was,” the beautiful blonde replied icily. "Of course, you would know that better than I."
“When I asked why you had ordered the butler to remove the body, you became flustered, saying that you ‘just didn’t want poor Isham on display like that.’ Yet only hours before, you had apparently showed very little concern when he had totaled his car on the track behind the house; in fact, I was told that you even seemed somewhat disappointed that his injuries were so minor.”
Lady Daghly shot a quick glance over towards where Firenda sat with her eyes downcast, a glance dripping with vitriol.
If looks could kill, Megan thought to herself, Firenda would have been struck dead on the spot.
Seamlessly changing the subject, Marlowe continued. "You seem to have a dislike for Ms. Hohl, Your Ladyship. That may explain why at dinner, your seating plan had her as far away from Lord Daghly as possible. In fact, all of the females except yourself had been exiled to positions at the extreme opposite end of the table." Marlowe smiled again.
"Lord Daghly had a wandering eye, and hands to match," Lady Daghly replied. "He was often injudicious in their application, and it was usually best to remove temptation, rather than trust to his rather dubious ability to resist it."
"You have the final say in the hiring of the household staff, do you not?" the inspector enquired, apparently changing the subject abruptly yet again.
"As Lady of the Manor, that is my right, and I do choose to exercise my prerogative, yes."
"You say it was best to remove temptation from Lord Daghly's sight, and I can now understand the makeup of the household staff being comprised as it is of either men or older women. Yet I cannot help but notice that there is at least one glaring exception to this policy here at the Manor: young Erica there. She is quite an attractive girl, too, if I may be so bold."
The little maid standing near Renchin in her revealing uniform blushed red and looked down past her short skirt and flouncy petticoats at the pointy toes of her well polished black high heeled shoes.
"Please, sir, you're embarrassing me," she said softly. "I'm nothing special at all."
"You do yourself a disservice, Erica," Renchin spoke in an equally low voice. "I ver' much agree with the Inspector's estimation."
At these words, the small girl turned redder still, and looked as if she wished the floor might swallow her up whole.
"Come now, Erica, don't be so modest," Marlowe said, smiling yet again. "Oh, by the way, how long did you say that you've been working here again?"
"I've only recently been engaged here, sir. It will be just about three weeks today," Erica replied, still not meeting the inspector's piercing gaze.
"It seems your talents go far beyond the requirements of your position here at the Manor, too," he continued. "On more than one occasion, it has been noted that you have abnormally quick reflexes, and that you are quite strong for a girl of your small stature."
Erica said nothing in reply, so Marlowe forged on.
“Finally, a few evenings ago after bedtime, one of the guests happened to look out of their window and glimpsed someone doing the most amazing free running they ever had the pleasure to witness, and in the dead of night, no less. Although they couldn’t say for a certainty that that person was you owing to the fact that it was such a dark night and that the person doing it was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, I will venture to say that their small size really leaves you as the only possible one it could have been.”
“That might all be true, sir, although I’m not saying it is… but why would I 'ave killed His Lordship? You 'aven’t presented any motive for me doing so, 'ave you, sir?” Erica said saucily, a glint in her eyes now.
“We’ll come back to that later, if you don’t mind,” he replied.
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CHAPTER 33:
THE UNUSUAL SUSPECTS
Turning to the housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Hudson, the inspector said, "I must say, His Lordship seemed somewhat less than appreciative of your talents. At least one of the guests noticed his rather liberal application of ketchup and hot sauce to the meal you had prepared on Friday night."
The cook's face darkened suddenly as Marlowe said this.
"His Lordship was a bit of a philistine when it came to fine dining, sir. I never served a meal where his plate didn't return to the kitchen having been slathered with all manner of extra sauces and spices."
"I must assume that you took that as a slight, no?"
"The man put hot sauce and ketchup on everything! After all my efforts to combine and balance the flavours in his food … how could I not take it as an insult?"
Selva was getting a bit peevish now.
"You hated him for that, didn't you? In fact, you were distinctly overheard threatening to kill someone just before you flung that plate at the door the other night, the one which so narrowly missed hitting one of the guests."
Sarah laughed at the memory of it as Marlowe continued his exposition. "At least, I must assume it was you, since no one else was there besides you when they entered."
"Like many in my profession, sir, I will confess to being a bit hot-headed. I don't know but that it comes with the territory, and is even a bit of a cliché." The cook laughed now also. "But from there to accusing me of murder, it's a bit of a stretch, wouldn't you say?"
"I haven't accused you of anything at this point now, have I? I'm merely stating a few simple facts: you take the culinary arts quite seriously, you have a wicked temper, and you were heard threatening to kill somebody, quite possibly His Lordship."
"Although this is all hearsay and circumstantial evidence at best," Sarah muttered to herself. "You'd not get a conviction on the basis of such a lot of assumptions and theories, my dear Inspector Marvin."
"I'm sure you're quite right about that,Ms. Morgan," Marlowe said, his keen hearing having picked up Sarah's comment. “In fact, as long as we're only speaking of theories, I think we could almost eliminate Cervin as a prime suspect immediately just on general principle… It would be FAR too obvious to say that the butler did it, wouldn’t you think?”
Inspector Marlowe smiled at the old cliché even as he corrected Sarah. "By the way, it's MARLOWE, Marlowe..." he said, lowering his voice as he repeated it a second time now. But then he continued, saying, “Still, there was one little detail that made me a bit suspicious of him right from the start. Would you please remove your gloves, Cervin?”
“Of course, sir,” the tall butler replied.
As he pulled the gloves off, Marlowe suddenly took his right hand in his own, and held it up so that everyone could see it clearly.
“It seems your right middle finger is missing, Cervin.”
“An unfortunate accident in my younger years involving alcohol, a motorcycle and some rather reckless behaviour on my part, I’m sorry to say,” Cervin said in a low voice.
“Really? Perhaps it’s time for a bit of a history lesson," Marlowe said now.
“During the battle of Hastings, the English forces threatened to cut off the middle fingers of any French archers who were captured, so that they would be unable to ever pull a bow string again.”
The inspector turned to Lady Daghly now. “I believe Lord Daghly’s line goes back at least that far, does it not?”
“Even farther back than that, actually,” the grand dame replied haughtily.
“But then, your line goes back just as far, doesn’t it?" Marlowe said, looking at Cervin once more. "I believe your surname Drinx to be a corruption of the name Drax, which was unknown in England until after the Norman conquest. There are many different spellings for Norman surnames, since Old and Middle English had no definite rules for spelling, and in fact a single name might have been spelled in several different ways even when referring to the same person back then.”
“This bit of history is fascinating,” Wan Yu interjected in a slightly sarcastic tone, “but where is all this leading, I wonder?”
"Well, it is quite possible that Daghly and Drinx both had ancestors who met on the field of battle, and that somehow Daghly’s ancestor was the cause of a lost finger to that other man. Cervin, while in the guise of a devoted butler, might just actually be sworn to vengeance, and that missing finger not taken in an accident, but cut off deliberately.” Marlowe looked directly towards Cervin now, but the butler bowed his head, not meeting the inspector's eyes. “As a sign that vengeance has not yet been exacted.”
The Inspector trained his piercing gaze on Cervin even more intently.
"Or, as strange as it might sound, could you possibly even be the same person whose finger was taken at the Battle of Hastings in 1066?" he mused.
“This is all supposition, hearsay, and theorizing!” Wan Yu Gigg fairly shouted as she jumped up agitatedly from her armchair across the room. "It's all a load of preposterous nonsense!"
“Not nonsense, Ms. Gigg, but deductive reasoning. Unfortunately, you’ll just have to take my word for that at the moment.” Marlowe smiled almost smugly, leaning against the large stone fireplace. He was clearly loving every single minute of this.
Megan, on the other hand, was feeling quite agitated herself, and not just because she needed to pee again. She had no idea how things would go from here, and she began to perspire ever so slightly. Her 1940's navy blue liberty print dress fit her as if it had been tailored to her exact dimensions, and even though the fabric of the satin and lace slip she wore underneath it felt cool on her soft skin, as she pressed her knees together under the table, the dampness of her sheer lacy peach silk knickers echoed that of her lovely frame.
Sarah glanced over at Megan quickly to see how she was holding up.
It didn’t look good at the moment; her lover was looking flustered, nervous and suddenly quite desperate all at once.
"And in fact, Ms. Gigg, that brings us to you. Yes, your motive was the simplest of all to fathom. The simple principle of 'qui prodest' can apply quite nicely here."
Marlowe's eyes now locked with Wan Yu's steel grey ones.
"Who profits from the crime? With Lord Daghly out of the way, you are next in line to take the reins of the company, aren't you?"
“Yes, in the normal course of events, I would be in charge if for any reason the CEO could not discharge his duties. At least, temporarily, until either he was able to resume them, or a new CEO was appointed by the Board of Directors.” The tall, slender dark-haired woman spoke almost expressionlessly now, her temper once again under control.
“Ms. Gigg, you rarely display any emotion,” the inspector remarked, almost as an aside. Meanwhile, Megan and Erica both exchanged a quick look and smiled slightly at the comment.
“Is there a question in there somewhere? Or perhaps a rebuke?” Wan Yu asked dryly as she sat back down and crossed her slim and shapely legs. “In business, showing emotion is a handicap, especially if one happens to be female. While a man can get away with an occasional show of temper or what have you, if you are a woman it either makes you seem weak and vulnerable, or gets you tagged as a testicle-crushing bitch.”
The beautiful woman smiled sardonically, brushing her long, shiny, straight hair back from her face.
"Of course, I actually am a testicle-crushing bitch... but I like that to come as more of a surprise," she said, laughing. "This way, I'm not seen as much of a threat, until I get the job promotion someone else was expecting to be handed to them. I didn't get to where I am today by being nice to people, frankly... and I intend to go even farther before I'm done."
"And wasn't there some point of business that you disagreed with Lord Daghly on?" the inspector enquired. "So, when you and Lord Daghly were arguing on the night before he died, were you actually serious when you said he got you so mad you could kill him?"
"Oh, someone overheard that, did they? I could deny it, but come now, I'm sure that you realize it was just an expression..."
"An 'expression' from the mouth of a self-described 'testicle-crushing bitch' who would stop at nothing to get ahead in her career, apparently," Firenda muttered to herself, but just loud enough for everyone to hear her.
Wan Yu shot a withering glance at her.
If looks could kill, Megan thought again... that was a double tap right there!
"Not every girl is cut out for life as an executive's piece of ass... oh, I'm sorry... 'executive assistant', was it?" Wan Yu said with a caustic sneer. "Some of us need a little more than that to keep us satisfied."
As Wan Yu said this, Firenda's face reddened and she shot daggers from her eyes towards the tall Eurasian woman. "Dragon Lady bitch..." she muttered, although once again only just barely loudly enough to be heard.
"Now, now, girls... let's sheathe the claws for a moment, shall we?" Marlowe said.
He turned towards Renchin now.
"Monsieur Neverdon, when the first guests arrived here at the manor, you were loading a car onto a trailer, weren't you?"
"Oui, inspecteur, zis ees true... On Friday afternoon, Ees Lordship 'ad crashed ze Coachcraft Roadster." There was a note of sadness in his voice as he said this, and he shook his head.
"A beautiful car, and quite rare as well, I believe, yes?"
"Ah oui, monsieur. I spent three years restoring 'er, in 'opes of entering 'er in ze St. James Concours D'Elegance in London next month and I sink she would 'ave done quite well, too; possibly even Best of Show..."
"This would have been the first time one of His Lordship's cars had taken top honours, wouldn't it?"
"She may 'ave been owned by Lord Daghly, but she was MY car," Renchin said with a flash of anger and Gallic pride. "I built 'er, I restored 'er, I cared for 'er... all 'e ever did was pay for 'er, and wreck 'er. And zen eet was I who could not put 'er back togezer again." He shook his head sadly. "When I knew zis, I was sad... and angry."
"Angry enough that you wished to kill him?"
"Yes, I freely admit zat I was...and yet I did not. And eef I did not strike him dead in my moment of anger at seeing all my 'ard work destroyed in an instant, not in zis moment of rage, I certainly would not 'ave done so later." Renchin smiled wanly.
"Eet was not ze first time zees 'ad 'appened... Madame Daghly, ees zis not so?"
"The man did seem to have a talent for that, I'm afraid," Lady Daghly said in reply, "Although I have a suspicion that this time at least, it was not entirely his own fault."
She shot another evil glance towards Firenda, but the pretty brunette was looking down at the floor and blushing yet again.
"Why would you say that, Lady Daghly?" Marlowe enquired.
"I have reason to believe that a certain someone was in the car with His Lordship at the time of the crash, someone whose actions may even have led to the accident."
Now Lady Daghly was not content to merely glance in Firenda's direction, but fixed her eyes on the younger woman intently, so that there was now no doubt in anyone's mind which particular 'someone' she had in mind.
"Alright, I'll admit it, I was in the car with Lord Daghly."
Firenda looked up, her eyes flashing angrily now.
"We were having a discussion about some details of a business deal. It wasn't the first time he had asked me to ride along with him so that we could work while he drove," the pretty brunette said.
"That's how I sprained my wrist... I was holding the knob when he lost control... he wanted me to handle it for him."
Firenda suddenly blushed again, realizing that everyone was staring at her after what she had just said. She looked around the room, and continued, stammering.
"Wait, I know what you're all thinking...the SHIFTER knob, because the car was left hand drive, and he wasn't used to it yet... ... so, em, well... Anyway, I hurt it in the crash, NOT doing anything else beforehand..."
Realizing that she had only managed to make matters worse, she trailed off, her cheeks reddening further to an almost crimson hue.
At this, Erica snickered quietly. "Handling 'is knob for 'im, were you then, eh? I'll bet..." she said, under her breath.
Firenda shot the maid a dirty look and said, "I'd hold my tongue if I were you, you little tartelette. I'm not the one standing here dressed like some schoolboy's wet dream fantasy!"
"If you were me, you'd be standing 'ere holding a feather duster and about to cram it up some stuck-up posh girl's arse, quite frankly," Erica muttered. "Except she'd probably enjoy it far too much..."
“Was the car crash an attempt at murder and suicide then, perhaps, due to unrequited love? You certainly were very devoted to and protective of your boss, much more so than a mere professional relationship would seem to warrant,” Marlowe said to Firenda before turning back towards the housemaid with a grin.
“Oh, yes; dear, sweet, innocent little Erica. I promised I’d get back to you, didn’t I?”
Looking at Erica quite intently now, the inspector spoke softly, forcing everyone in the room to listen more closely to what he had to say.
“At first, I couldn’t figure it out; you were the only one here besides Ms. Morgan and Ms. Parker without any personal motive for killing His Lordship. There was absolutely nothing at all to connect you to anything in his past or present life whatsoever, apart from being employed at the manor.”
He shook his head now as if recalling his puzzlement.
“It was actually Lady Daghly herself who gave me the answer to that riddle, however.”
With a fleeting expression of panic, Erica looked over quickly at Lady Daghly, who discreetly shrugged her shoulders.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the icy blonde said in a tone that would have frozen a raging furnace.
“Of course you don’t. Please allow me to explain,” Marlowe said.
“I wish you would… all this goin’ ‘round in circles has just about got me near dizzy,” Constable Dunstable muttered.
PCSO Grant shushed him by elbowing him hard in the ribs; she could not possibly have been any more in awe of the masterful detective work on display here and wasn't about to let her partner spoil the Inspector's big moment.
"Lady Daghly told me that she is in charge of hiring the household staff, and it is apparent that she usually takes on only men or older women... and yet recently she hired a very attractive young girl as a housemaid, one whose duties would often bring her into close proximity with His Lordship... why, I wonder?" The inspector said this with a little smile.
“Could it possibly be that this seemingly innocent girl was actually serving as bait, and that she would be able to lure Lord Daghly into a compromising position, or worse? The reason you have no apparent motive is actually quite simple…” he paused for dramatic effect. “You are actually a contract assassin, and you were hired by Lady Daghly to kill her unfaithful husband."
“Well, I never… what nerve!” Lady Daghly huffed.
"As I've already said, as a matter of routine I requested that a background check be made on all of the guests and staff back at the Yard, and one of the things it turned up was that our little housemaid is actually the notorious Erica deFries, a reputed killer for hire." Marlowe then added, "Not that she has ever actually been linked to any crimes; no, she's far too clever and good at what she does for that to ever happen."
“I didn’t kill anybody 'ere, I swear,” the petite maid said, adamantly.
Megan noticed that she hadn’t denied the rest of it, however.
“Oh, I'm quite sure you didn't," the inspector replied. "But only because you never got the chance; someone else beat you to it. Let's go back now to the night of the murder, shall we?"
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CHAPTER 34WHODUNIT
The group assembled in the dining room were all looking at the inspector now as he continued. "Most of you had motive, but in order to be considered as a suspect in a murder investigation, there is a second condition that must be met as well..."
"Opportunity!" Sarah interjected with a grin.
PCSO Grant gave her a brief glare for daring to interrupt Inspector Marlowe during his exposition, but the man himself merely pointed at Sarah and said, "Correct, Ms. Morgan. The suspect must have not only had some reason to want the victim dead, but a chance to do the deed."
Marlowe smiled and went on, saying, "Normally this is where I should have been able to eliminate at least one or two of you as suspects. The problem was, the only alibis any of you suspects had were provided by other suspects: Erica the would-be assassin was apparently too busy having fun with Wan Yu Gigg. According to Ms. Morgan, she was fast asleep, and Ms. Parker corroborated that. Mr. Neverdon and Mrs. Ware-Hudson were playing cards in the kitchen, according to them, at least. Mr. Drinx was summoned by Lady D to fetch her a midnight snack which he brought to her, and then waited outside her room until she finished it before taking the tray back to the kitchen, where he says he saw Neverdon and Ware-Hudson still at the card game which had been briefly interrupted when the cook stopped to prepare the snack for Lady Daghly. Then we have Mr. Swain-"
"He was with me that night," Firenda said hurriedly, before the inspector had a chance to continue.
"My, she does get around, doesn't she?" Erica said softly, though once again everyone heard.
"I was about to say, but he doesn't really need an alibi at this point, since he was the next victim. That left Mao Tse as the only one unaccounted for and without even a flimsy alibi." Marlowe glanced over at Wan Yu Gigg before continuing. "As for motive there, it's quite possible that you and Mao Tse Undalingg were plotting some sort of corporate coup d'etat, and that the whole thing would be much easier to accomplish with Lord Daghly out of the way. In fact, you would have been handed complete control of the company for a while, certainly long enough to accomplish whatever you wanted."
Wan Yu only smiled smugly in reply as Marlowe went on. "In fact," he said once again with more emphasis this time, "Mr. Undalingg was my prime suspect... right up until the moment he was killed too. But even though so many of you had both motive and opportunity to kill his Lordship, it wasn't one of the logical suspects who was responsible for his death."
The Inspector paused briefly now.
"Shall I tell you who it actually was then?" he then asked rhetorically.
"The name of the person responsible for Lord Daghly's demise is..."
The Inspector had finally arrived at his big moment and he paused theatrically once again, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible.
"...Megan Parker!"
A collective gasp of astonishment went up in the room, and everyone looked over at Megan, who had put down the pad and pen and was now looking down at the floor demurely.
"Yes, I suppose I was the cause of his death, at least indirectly," Megan murmured without looking up.
"That first night, I couldn't sleep and needed the loo so very badly, so I slipped out of bed and went searching for it. Eventually I came upon Lord Daghly. He was in the salon, quite tipsy, and I was quite desperate."
"This desperation seems to be a rather commonplace occurrence for you, Ms. Parker," the Inspector interjected. "You have often been seen in that state since I've been here, and when I interviewed little Erica she also mentioned several instances where you lost control and actually wet your knickers in public."
At this last remark, not only Megan blushed a deep red. Erica, Firenda and Sarah all joined in, and Sarah felt another little warm spurt leave her to dampen the diaper she was wearing.
"I don't deny it," Megan said with a shy smile beginning to show on her pretty lips now. "But please allow me to explain about Lord Daghly."
"Pray tell," the inspector replied.
"We were alone there in the salon, His Lordship and I, and although I tried to be discreet, I suppose it was fairly obvious that I needed a wee rather badly at that point."
Megan gave a girlish little giggle and then went on.
"As I was squirming and clutching at myself, I finally broke down and begged him to tell me where the loo was, but he merely smiled and said, 'Sorry, but you'll have to find it for yourself. House rules, you see... no one can tell.' Then he shook his head sadly before saying, 'It's yet another curse of Dartmoor Manor; once you tell someone where to find the loo, you'll never again make it there in time yourself.'"
Megan sighed deeply at the recollection before continuing. "Well, that was the last straw. I told him, 'If you don't tell me where it is, I'm going to wet myself right here.' I pleaded with him, almost crying from embarrassment and the desperate ache in my poor bladder."
Megan ran a hand over her softly swelling stomach, as if to emphasize the point.
"He smiled at me once again and said softly, 'Nothing would make me happier,' and with those words, I did indeed lose control and began to wet my knickers."
The room had fallen silent as Megan continued her strange tale in the growing gloom.
"At first it was just a trickle, but try as I might I simply couldn't keep holding it inside me any longer. It had to come out, and it had to come out right then or I might literally have burst! That was the beginning of the end. I could feel his eyes on me, looking me up and down, but I couldn't help it, I started to wet myself uncontrollably." Megan blushed now as she went on. "My urine gushed out of me, straight through my panties. It flowed down my legs and began to pool on the floor between my bare feet.
"Once that happened, His Lordship was like a man transformed into some wild ravening beast. His hair grew longer, covering most of his face and the backs of his hands and his eyes turned a strange glowing yellow. I was frozen with fear as the change came over him, unable to move from the spot upon which I stood as I continued to release, adding to the growing puddle there. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, my flow began to ebb and slowed to a trickle.
"The patter of wee splashing onto the ground had scarcely stopped when he emitted a low growling sound and moved menacingly towards me. I ran towards the door, warm wetness still dripping from my knickers underneath my nightie, but despite my frantic efforts to open it, it wouldn't budge."
At this, Katherine Grant now trembled and released a small bit of urine into her own knickers, the effect of her terror at the tale being so palpably described.
"I ran again as he now pursued me, and jumped over the puddle I'd left on the floor as I passed it, but the beast (I must call him so, for he was no longer Lord Daghly in appearance but now some great shaggy wolf-like creature with long sharp fangs and claws) slipped on the rather large wet spot I'd left behind and went crashing down, hitting its head first on a large porcelain vase and then the edge of the table upon which it sat.
"Once the beast was unconscious, I could see it begin to transform back into Lord Daghly. I burst into tears, I couldn't believe what had just happened! I started to panic; I had to find a way out of there.
"He was now quite still on the floor, and I moved quickly to the door, which strangely opened rather easily with only a gentle pull this time."
Megan now finally looked up, and tears were streaming down her pretty face.
"I left him there and closed the door behind me, and ran back to my room. Exhausted, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was unsure whether it had all really happened or if it was merely some bizarre nightmare.
"When we went down to breakfast, we were told that Lord Daghly was dead. But I didn't reveal my part in it, first to protect the man's reputation, and secondly because... well, I didn't think anyone would believe me."
"After the past few days here, I'll believe almost anything," Sarah said softly. "You could have told me..."
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CHAPTER 35
THE UNWOVEN WEB
"That's quite the tale, Ms. Parker, but as you yourself remarked, also quite unbelievable," Wan Yu said sneeringly.
“Not at all,” Sarah replied firmly. "Megan has never lied about anything. It's simply not in her nature," she said with a smile. "If she says this all happened, you can be sure that that's what occurred."
"Well then, that's still quite a lovely house of cards you've built us there, Inspector. The question is, can you prove any of it?" Wan Yu Gigg said, her sarcastic grin now exposing a pair of extraordinarily long and sharply pointed incisors. "And what about the other victims, then? With all of this idle chitchat about who might or might not have killed Lord Daghly, you’ve gone and forgotten all about the second and third man, haven’t you?”
"No, I can't prove any of it," the Inspector said somewhat sadly. "Even if I could, I doubt I'd get the chance. In fact, I'll be quite surprised if Dunstable, Grant and I make it out of here alive, knowing what we do now about this place and its inhabitants."
"But then again, he doesn't actually need to prove anything, or worry about whether or not he and the other two officers will see tomorrow morning, does he?" Sarah interjected now. "Because, despite all appearances to the contrary, I don't think anyone is dead at all. A few of you might actually be undead, but that's a different matter entirely."
All eyes were now trained upon the small pixie-like blonde girl.
"What are you saying?" the Inspector demanded.
"No one ever actually saw Lord Daghly's body, except for Cervin and Lady Daghly. We just had their word for it that they found him dead that morning before the rest of us were up and about."
“There was no second victim; the corpse found in the pool house was just that… a corpse, a random cadaver placed there as a sort of ‘red herring’ to try to divert attention from what was really going on here. As for Mao Tse, his Tibetan ancestry and training may have allowed him to apparently cease breathing and slow his heartbeat down to an almost imperceptible level, or he and some of you others might just be something else; I'm thinking most likely 'vampire' at the moment... but in any case he wasn't dead either.
"In fact, this whole business has been a complete and utter sham, hasn't it... Your Ladyship?"
Sarah turned now to look directly at Lady Daghly, who smiled broadly, and began to clap her hands.
"Brilliant, simply brilliant, Sarah," the blonde woman said. "I knew my feeling about you was correct. Not only did you manage to follow and unravel every single red herring clue you were given, but you have also seen through all of the confusion and artifice to find the truth hidden behind the veil of deceit, as it were."
“That being the case, perhaps you would be so kind as to tell us what this has all really been about, then?” Sarah inquired with a smile on her face as the now thoroughly confused and dismayed Inspector Marlowe nodded to second that.
“Yes, what the devil is going on here?” he blustered.
"Well, Inspector, you, as well as Officers Dunstable and Grant, have just been involved, albeit peripherally, in an MI6 operation. Periodically we hold a sort of ‘audition’ to determine the suitability of a candidate we are considering for one of our teams,” Lady Daghly said quietly.
“That is all you need to know, and the rest of the details of the operation need not concern you. In fact, this ‘case’ will never have existed in any official police records, and we thank you all for your time and your unwitting co-operation, as well as your complete silence with regards to everything you might have seen, heard, or surmised about this operation and the individuals involved therein going forward.”
She pursed her lips rather primly before continuing on.
"You, Dunstable and Grant are free to go."
Before the Inspector had quite digested what Lady Daghly had said, Cervin was already at his side with his coat, his hat and his umbrella. The tall butler politely but firmly ushered the three police officers towards the door.
Constable Dunstable was in a hurry to leave in any case, but Katherine Grant looked back once towards Lady Daghly with a shy smile of thanks before taking the Inspector's arm.
“But… but…” Marlowe sputtered, but no one paid him any mind now.
Katherine simply tugged a bit more firmly on his arm and said, "Come along now, Inspector. I think we're done here."
The butler then escorted the three of them out of Dartmoor Manor and down the stairs to their waiting vehicles.
Inspector Marlowe, having recovered just a bit of his customary poise, crossed around and opened the passenger door of the Panda for PCSO Grant. There was a hint of longing in his downward glance as she gracefully seated herself.
Katherine simply smiled up at him as he closed the car door. She knew somehow she'd be seeing him again soon, and not in any official capacity either. There might even be a little pleated schoolgirl skirt and a pair of wet white cotton panties in his near future, she thought.
Meanwhile, Dunstable stuffed himself into the driver's seat of the Panda. He turned the key in the ignition, put the car in gear, and then pushed the accelerator pedal to the floor and roared off as if he couldn't put distance between himself and Dartmoor Manor fast enough.
The Astra's tyres could be heard squealing in protest as the police car disappeared rapidly into the damp fog of the moor.
The Inspector got into his own car and sat there for a moment, pondering the events that had transpired before he too drove off into the gathering gloom.
Shortly thereafter, Cervin returned with a broad grin on his usually somber face.
“Well, that there’s one confused and hacked off copper,“ he said with a hearty laugh.
“He’ll get over it,” Lady D. said with an answering laugh. “I’ve arranged for them all to not only be paid time and a half for the whole weekend, but have also booked Marlowe and PCSO Grant a stay at a nice tropical resort, and Dunstable, his wife and children for a lovely week’s holiday at Disney World, with all expenses paid courtesy of Universal Exports, of course.”
Mao Tse had now reappeared, as well as Lord Daghly himself, looking a bit haggard but none the worse for wear.
His Lordship smiled at Megan and said, "Sorry I gave you such a fright, my dear girl. It's just that under the circumstances, I couldn't control myself."
"Me either," Megan said with another little giggle.
As he took his place next to Lady Daghly, she grasped his hand and patted it affectionately.
"Dearest omo-wolfie, there was no harm done," his wife said with a warm smile. "You do so love the chase, and I wouldn't dream of depriving you of the pleasure. Somehow, you never do manage to catch them, do you?" The two of them exchanged a laugh at that.
Cervin went over to the side table and pulled a bottle of Dom Perignon ’59 out of the ice bucket.
With a deft flourish, he popped the cork and started pouring the icy cold champagne into glasses.
Hansom Swain had suddenly appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. With his usual charming white smile he began handing out the glasses to everyone in the salon, starting with his beloved Firenda, of course.
<TO BE CONTINUED> |
I was inspired by some of the comments on here with my latest story, 'Holding it In'.
Here's one of the chapters just for you all...
The story so far...
Marie has invited her old school friends round for one last dare game before they all settle down and grow up. They flick through the book full of old dares, memories returning of the times they dared each other to pee in public. Marie is hoping that by the time they reach the end of the book, her friends will remember their old mutual obsession with desperation.
Perhaps they'll even be willing to recreate the time they decided whoever could hold in their pee the longest would get to take care of the dare book...
“Look at this one,” Kathy said, pointing at one of the last dares in the book. “Wet yourself in class. I remember that one.” She was shuffling on the spot, her desire to urinate growing stronger by the second.
I remembered it too. It was the starting spark of the obsession I’ve had ever since. “Did I tell you what happened afterwards?” I asked.
“No, all I remember was the rest of us being allowed to leave early.”
It was our last day, I was nineteen and had been at the college for two years. In that time my over riding desire had been to sleep with Mr Brown. He was a mature teacher, full of stories about the past and when he brought in the photos of himself in his youth, he’d been damn handsome. Now he was older, with a more craggy face but still with those good looks that the other teachers lacked.
When I’d been dared to wet myself I knew which class I would do it in. You might think I’d have refused to do it but our dare system was sacred. Whatever was written in there, we did. It was as simple as that, none of us wanting to be the one to break the chain.
Mr Brown’s class was the last one of our last day and although I usually at the back with Anna and Kathy, today I sat right at the front, facing his desk. My bladder was aching as I’d gone all day without peeing, building up to this moment.
I sat through the first half hour feeling the pressure growing, knowing I didn’t have much time to do this before the class ended. I had been squirming in my seat at I felt increasingly desperate, sitting on my hands and rocking in my chair. My Brown kept looking my way, glancing under the desk at my legs glued together but jiggling up and down.
I knew it was coming soon so I spread my knees a little, just enough to flash my panties. I waited for him to notice and when he did I spread them a bit wider, gradually slouching down in my chair so he could see down there properly.
He kept talking but his eyes were glued to the underneath of my desk as I ran my finger up my thigh and hooked the side of my panties, tugging them to one side and revealing my pussy. At that moment I let my bladder relax as his mouth opened in shock. It felt wonderfully naughty to piss like that in front of a roomful of people. Knowing I’d never see most of them again made it easier but it was still embarrassing to hear people whisper and giggle as they noticed what was happening.
I sighed loudly, the aching in my bladder fading away as a stream of pee trickled along my legs, dripping down to the floor. My fingers lost their grip on my panties which sprang back across my pussy. I couldn’t stop the flow of pee and it soaked through the thin fabric, warming my pussy as the strong smell of urine filled the room.
“Class dismissed,” Mr Brown said, trying to regain control of the situation. As the rest of the class filed out, Anna and Kathy the last to go, I stayed sat there, waiting for it to end. Finally the flow dried up and I stood up, getting ready to leave.
Mr Brown was in my way. “Hold on,” he said. “It’s your last day here and that’s how you say goodbye?”
“I’m sorry sir,” I replied. “If you want to punish me for it, you could always spank me.”
I lifted my skirt and bent over one of the desks, exhilarated with teasing him like this, knowing he dared not touch me, he’d lose his job over it. I heard a click and turned my head. He’d locked the classroom door, we were alone.
“Don’t move,” he whispered, pulling down the blinds so nobody could see in through the windows.
I stayed bent over, my heart racing as I wondered what was going to happen. I heard him coming to stand behind me, I could feel his eyes burning into my pee soaked knickers.
“You have been naughty,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “And in my day you’d have been roundly spanked for something like this. I’d have made you remove your panties and I’d have slapped your bare bottom. Kind of like this.”
I gasped as my knickers were wrenched down to my ankles. There was a slight pause and a whoosh of air before his hand slammed down on my bottom. I leapt up, the pain of it racing through me alongside a tingling that grew in my clit and spread through me.
“What the fuck?” I asked, rubbing the redness on my cheeks.
“You asked me to spank you.”
“I did.” I bent back over, aware that we were going too far but unable to stop this now. I wanted to see just where things would go.
He spanked me again and this time I remained bent over. His hand stayed on my bottom, sliding over it before he slapped it again. Over and over he spanked me and each time he groped me for longer. Finally his hand stayed on my bottom, sliding between the crack of my cheeks as I pushed my hips back towards him.
There was a knock on the door but we both ignored it as his finger just began to reach my pussy. I was desperate for him to slide into me but he seemed to realise he’d gone too far.
“Pull your panties up,” he said as I moaned a complaint, dying for something in me, to be fucked by him. I could see his erection through his clothes, I knew he wanted me but the knock on the door had ruined the moment.
I stepped out of my panties and threw them at him. “A goodbye present,” I said as he unlocked the door. He didn’t seem to know what to do with them but as the door opened he hurriedly stuffed them into his pocket.
Anna leaned in through the door. “Everything okay?” she asked.
I didn’t answer until we were alone in the corridor. “It was, until you came along,” I snapped. “He was going to fuck me.”
“What, here?”
“Yes and your knocking put him off.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied as we walked out of the building for the last time.
“Well, I’ll get my own back on you with your next dare.”
Hope you liked the sneaky taste of the book, you can get the rest on amazon if you want to know how the story ends!
On a separate note if anyone has any names they'd like to see as characters in future stories feel free to give me some first and/or last names! |
Sorry if I'm not using the tags right. I figured I would just list every relevant element! I never thought I would ever actually share this online. It was just a request for a friend, who I shared with in private. Now that I'm here though, might as well share with the rest of you. :)
This is for fans of Supernatural, and for those of you who like "Destiel." No smut (so no sex or gestures of sexual intent) - just a short hurt/comfort type ficlet that's straight to the point!
Summary: In the fallen angel's struggles with his new-found human functions, Castiel finds desperation to relieve himself while he and Dean are making their way home in the Impala. When Cas finds a way to express to Dean that he won't be able to hold it much longer, they stop at the nearest gas station. Dean discovers that Cas had leaked before he could get his pants undone, and Dean comforts his friend in the way that he knows how.
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Dean and Castiel had just finished working on a hunt not too long ago. They were riding in the Impala, and Dean was jamming out to the riff of an 80's glam rock song. The two were still a ways back from the bunker where Sam was; Dean had insisted Sam stay there because he needed resting after the trials had taken such a heavy toll on him.
As Dean was well into the song on the radio, beating the steering wheel with his hand to the beat and all, Castiel was staring thoughtfully out the window. He wounded his hand in an encounter with an angry spirit, and all he could think about was how the pain stung and that he just wasn't used to his new human needs at all.
Castiel felt a growing pressure in his bladder, and his mind began focusing on it over the pain in his hand. The need was growing so quickly due to the caffeine drink he downed earlier in order to keep energized - he hasn't gotten acclimated to the whole sleeping thing yet.
The fallen angel rested one hand on his thigh, and his fingers on the other hand picked nervously at the gauze tape wrapped around his wound. Out of growing desperation, his foot pivoted inwards.
Dean turned down the radio after his song was finished, and he tossed Cas a quick glance. "Hey Cas - you know, I was thinking earlier about what I said before." He cleared his throat. "Way before," he corrected. "...You don't suck. I know that that's what I said to you on a hunt before, but, well, I wanna take it back. I'm sorry. You did good tonight."
Cas looked at Dean when he spoke, even though they weren't holding eye contact since Dean had to keep his eyes on the road. "You don't need to apologize, Dean," Cas said. He's gotten accustomed to how Dean dealt with his stress. Sometimes that included accidentally insulting Cas or Sam even when he didn't mean to. Dean argued with Sam all the time, but that didn't mean he didn't love Sam. Other times, Dean used humor and sarcasm as a coping mechanism for the every-day stress of their hunting lifestyle. "I understand." His voice was in his usual stoic tone, but there was an edge to it.
Cas cleared his throat, and his shoulders began to tense. With an almost inaudible, sharp sigh, he tried to subtly push his legs together. As subtle as it was, Dean took one glance at him and sensed his tension. "What is it, Cas?" Dean inquired.
"Um... Dean... Is there a gas station or anything near by?" He tried to keep calm, and he pushed his legs together even tighter while planting one hand on the seat space at his side.
"You need to go to the bathroom? There's a gas station about five minutes from here," he explained. "Can you wait?"
"Uhhh... Yeah, I think I'll be able to manage it," Cas said, his voice quavering just very slightly.
Dean picked up his speed a little bit - nobody was around so he could get away with pushing it slightly more over the speed limit. The tension in Cas's desperate gestures told Dean that Cas probably wouldn't be able to wait that long at all. Plus, having just gotten acquainted with human needs, Dean suspected that his angel friend in distress would probably have trouble keeping control of himself while his bladder was at capacity.
A few moments passed and lights began shining in the short distance - they were almost out of the woods, and the gas station would be right at the perimeter of the town. Cas slumped down in his seat and fought against performing more embarrassing, desperate gestures like crossing his legs.
Dean patted Cas's shoulder once in a gentle effort to comfort him. "Hey, we're almost there. The gas station is just up ahead." Cas looked at him almost pleadingly while Dean spoke.
Soft grunts escaped past Castiel's lips as the struggle worsened. Short-lived relief swelled in his chest as they pulled up into the small parking lot, but he was afraid he was going to leak. His eyes began tearing up.
The Impala was an older model so Dean didn't have a small pad on his door from which he could control all four of the doors' windows and locks. He supported himself by briefly resting one hand on Cas's shoulder and he leaned across him to unlock his door for him. "Alright," Dean said as he and Cas exited the car.
Cas looked briefly down at his feet as his hands flew between his legs. He could feel it coming, and if he didn't double-time it to the restroom, he would have an accident for sure. Dean appeared at his side and observed Cas's desperate gestures. Cas said needingly, "Dean, I think I'm going to leak..." Dean rested his hand on the fallen angel's back to lead him to the bathroom in back. "It's okay. Come with me," Dean tried to reassure.
They were in the back hallway and out of sight of the cashier finally, and Cas fought against his eyebrows trying to furrow in desperation. It began coming out in small squirts in his pants, and Cas's throat began tensing up as well as his shoulders even more. He simply couldn't wet himself right in front of Dean, but the small patch of wet on the front of his pants mocked him.
Dean went inside with him where there were stalls and urinals. Cas was so unbelievably embarrassed that he rushed into the hidden comfort of a stall instead of using the urinal. His hands flew to the fly of his pants where he began anxiously fumbling with the zipper. As he got his zipper down, he leaked once more, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Not being used to human needs and habits at all, he accidentally pulled his pants down a little too far, but he was finally able to relieve himself.
Cas shut his eyes and exhaled slowly and silently as desperation slowly turned into relief. It took him what seemed like a long moment, and when he was finally finished, he pulled up his pants and flushed. Tears were trying to escape from his eyes, and he opened the stall door and came out where Dean was waiting, where Dean would inevitably notice his slightly wet pants.
He tried so hard not to cry. He felt so worthless and needy already, but now his urinary incompetence added on to the stress and made it several times worse than it needed to be. After all that's happened, Cas had the last straw and he was ready to break down. He pursed his lips to keep them from quavering, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up to the ceiling in a last effort to prevent gravity from spilling his tears down his face.
By that time, Dean noticed what happened and he realized Cas was trying to internalize his emotions, but to no avail. Cas knew what he must have looked like to Dean and he gave up - his head ducked down and tears spilled down both sides of his face, and quiet sobs wracked his chest slightly.
"Hey..." Dean said gently. He stepped closer to Cas so that they were face to face, and Dean comfortingly rested his hands on both of his friend's arms near his shoulders. "Cas, it's fine, everything's okay," Dean tried to assure. Cas couldn't bring himself to look at Dean - he stared at Dean's feet and at the floor while more and more tears came.
"I'm sorry, Dean," Cas said, his words strung tight with breaks in his voice due to the painful lump in his throat from crying. He was always sorry lately for being such a failure, both on the large and small scales.
"Hey man, you don't need to be sorry, it's not like you did it on purpose," Dean said. He wrapped his arms around Cas's back and rubbed gently, and Cas cried into Dean's shoulder quietly for a couple of moments. "We'll get you back to the bunker where you can get yourself cleaned up, and then we'll crack open some beers like nothing ever happened," Dean said as he pulled away from their embrace.
Cas's crying ceased and he nodded, his hands having nothing to do at his sides. Dean scratched his chin in thought, and he stepped closer again to button up Cas's trenchcoat. "There. Now nobody will even have to know," Dean said, giving him a little wink with a smile.
"Thank you, Dean..." said Cas in his usual tone of voice. He mentally kicked himself for having taking Dean's friendship for granted once before. He'd never doubt their friendship again.
"Don't mention it," said Dean. "Now let's head out - Sam should be making progress on research for that spell." He spoke like nothing had ever happened, which was just what Cas needed for more comfort. The two made their way outside to the car and headed to the bunker which they could both call "home." |
Ladies and gentlemen, here are the results of the fourth story writing competition. A personal apology for the almost unnaceptable delay is below, but let's not spoil the moment, shall we? And the winner is...
THE CHERRY BOLT PRINCESS' DESPERATE AUDITION by RAINYDAY
Congratulations!
Below you can find the points and comments given by the judges Ranpalan and Gylfi. I've asked the contestants to post their stories on omorashi.org, so you can find them here on the site as soon as they are put online.
Sealed Fate by xinycep
* Spelling and Grammar: 5 - 5
* Style: 3 - 3
* Characterization: 2 - 3
* Arousal: 1 - 3
* Plot: 3 - 4
That makes a total of 32 points and a third place!
Thoughts: This was a technically very sound story. There was nothing really wrong with this, nor was there anything really right with it. This was an average omorashi story. At times this was good, but from early on, it was very apparent where this story would go. It was good but not the most original. This could have done with a lot more in characterizing and describing the whole situation. I didn't find this particularly arousing, but that could just have been because this scenario has been done so many times in the past. The author of this would do well to further develop this with more detailed descriptions and some sort of stream of conciousness. The thing that sets these sort of scenarios are the special efforts put in like that.
Thoughts: The hard part about judging this story was that there wasn't anything visibly wrong with it. It was an average omo story polished to a great degree, but not excelling in any particular point, and it's always tough to criticise that. The desperation build-up could have been smoother, the descriptions of her presentation could be more vivid, the body motions could be more explicitly shown.
The Cherry Bolt Princess' Desperate Audition by Rainyday
* Spelling and Grammar: 5 - 5
* Style: 4 - 5
* Characterization: 5 - 5
* Arousal: 4 - 5
* Plot: 7 - 7
52 points for the winner of this competition - keeping in mind that the maximum score was 60, the score shows that we've had some outstanding story entries!
Thoughts: This was a very well written story, and a pleasure to read. The decriptions in this were quite nice and did well to develop the story. The premise of this was good and executed well, but it was predictable to a degree; from the begininning you figured she would lose it during the audition process in front of everyone. Greater effort put towards internal reflection and sudden changes in the scenario would make this story truly great.
Thoughts: Well, what can I say. The introduction gave a good impression of what the story would be like, and the rest managed to deliver. The main character was one of the best in all the omo stories I've read. The pacing starts out perfect; after the actual contest begins, I feel like the build-up becomes significantly less fluid than it had been. There is very little description of the other idols; adding that, and making the contest more than an hour and a half of waiting, would likely have made for a better story. However, to be frank, had I not agreed to judge this piece, I wouldn't have found anything wrong with it.
Thesis by DrBorderline
Spelling and Grammar: 4 - 4
Style: 4 - 5
Characterization: 3 - 5
Arousal: 2 - 4
Plot: 6 - 8
A well deserved second place; 45 points for this story.
Thoughts:
Very close runner-up; this story wins when it comes to making references, accurate technobabble, and writing adorable flustered characters. On the other hand, it feels less polished; there's a cut off sentence at the beginning of the defence scene, and there's significantly less build-up to the desperation. This makes sense in context, but is still somewhat disappointing; the technical descriptions, while being extremely well written, also drowned out the omo somewhat. The final section is great; particularly the bit about Callie also having to go, and the humour at the end. Awarding extra points for plot here for the more experimental nature of it.
Thoughts: This story was a good read with some interesting twists. One of the problems I had with this story was that it times it tried to be to invested in the psuedoscience that was presented. This caused a me not to be able to suspend my disbelief at times while reading this, and it made it seem very unnatural in all regards. I found it odd that the author never put much effort into describing the protagonist, but described the judges in greater detail. I am not sure if the was intentional, but I feel like it had a negative effect on my perception of this story. I was surprised that the protagonist did not lose control while giving her thesis defence, which was a welcome change. This story would have benefited from further characterization and character devolopment, along with some sort of internal monologue. This seemed very linear and solely focused at time. The situation with the machine seemed kind of odd and the introduction of it's effects on her bladder and her not noticing it till the presentation seemed a bit odd in its implementation. All in all though, a pretty good story.
Both Ranpalan and Gylfi wanted to thank the contestants, they greatly enjoyed reading and judging your stories.
Edited November 28, 2013 by Flush
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How did this win the story writing competition
What a shock
The Cherry Bolt Princess' Desperate Audition
**Disclaimer: The audition process here, and the idol world in general, has been changed for the sake of artistic license and probably doesn't accurately represent actual idol auditions that well
(I researched into them a bit and decided to change almost the entire process for a better story)**
The idol industry.
With its roots in Japan's pop culture scene, it had since claimed a foothold on the worldwide stage, and was rapidly gaining public momentum.
A system specialized in polishing a handful of gemstones to light up the surrounding monotone desert.
A pristine, glittering castle standing atop a mountain of crushed hopes and dreams.
Unreachable superstars. They were called idols because they were idolized.
Actors, singers, dancers, and personalities beyond personalities; the world of idols was a carefully-crafted pantheon of Adonises and youthful Aphrodites.
At that moment, seated with trepidation at the edge of a stage in front of hundreds of people, legs tightly crossed and occasionally tensing up with slight shivers, was the upcoming young star, Melody Raid, waiting for the next round of the idol audition to commence.
Female idols were admired by boys and girls alike, styled as the perfect models of glamor and grace. Girls looked up to them as their role models, the epitome of feminine achievement, and boys viewed them as angels: motivational tastes of perfection. That wasn't saying that all idols had to act the same, of course. The opposite was closer: if a girl could smile, perform, and simply enjoy being herself to the very best of her ability, that was enough to spark up the golden light of an idol in the air around her.
To the majority, the blissful perfection of an idol was untouchable. In a sense, they were viewed as something beyond human.
Idols didn't get sick, or have bad days, or fade in beauty, or need the bathroom.
They were pure, and graceful, and immaculate.
That's what Melody Raid frantically tried to remind herself as she applied a slight pressure to the top of her skirt, finding it harder and harder to ignore the growing pool of pressure building in the apex of her thighs. Still in the midst of her life-changing audition, with no break in sight, it was her last, and most potent, mental defense.
She wanted to become an idol. She needed to hold herself up to those standards.
If she was good enough, she'd be able to hold it in.
Idols didn't need the bathroom.
Idols didn't need the bathroom.
A sudden contraction made her clamp her legs tighter, losing her train of thought in a blurry haze of desperation until it passed, and her eyes refocused.
She was a girl who was going to be an idol, so she definitely, absolutely didn't need the bathroom...!
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It was a bright afternoon. A few hours before, just past midday, was when Melody Raid hopped off the bus in front of Glass Pegasus Productions, one of the biggest talent agencies in the country, which was hosting their annual live idol audition today. The largest rookie idol event of the year, twelve competitors would perform their hearts out to an audience and panel of judges, and the winners would receive a contract with Glass Pegasus, which was practically a guarantee for future success.
Everything started in an hour's time, so she had a bit of time to prepare, but already, she could spot one or two competitors gathered beyond the large glass doors, shining like clashing constellations.
She took a slow breath. She could do this. She'd spent all of yesterday picking out her clothes, and an hour that morning getting her hairstyle and makeup right. On instinct, she slid her fingers down the side of her cherry-red bangs, dipping them in like ripples on the surface of a silk pool, and pinching the final wispy tips of her small lateral ponytail between the sides of her short pink fingernails. Yes. There was nothing wrong with how she looked. An idol always looked her best. Idols didn't just wear styles, they commanded them. Idols didn't overdress, or underdress. They looked exactly how they needed, and Melody told herself she was confident she did.
“We're here.” With the quiet clap of shoes hitting the pavement behind her, a second person stepped out of the bus and strode professionally beside her while she was still gazing up at the size of the building.
Melody's manager, Nicolo Gearman, was a young man just a few years older than her, at age twenty-two. He wasn't here to audition as an idol, so compared to Melody, there weren't many notable details about him at a glance, but he was someone Melody could trust. Mild and careful, he was the stark opposite of anything you would expect an idol to be, but his sincerity and skills were real. Calmly working behind the scenes with his sharp intuition and keen marketing sense, he'd helped guide Melody to victory in many smaller competitions, and kindled a growing online fan club for her name. Across the internet, her performing talent and feisty character had earned her the title 'Cherry-Bolt Princess', a girl who took pride in her ability and charisma. All their efforts and preparation paid off when they received an invitation to participate in this audition.
It had been a steady uphill climb so far, but now it was the real thing. Now that Melody was a blip on the entertainment world's radar, it was time for her to take the leap.
Victory today would be the first major landmark in both their careers.
“Melody, how are you feeling?” If he was nervous, he didn’t show it, for Melody’s sake. He was backstage support. The real star was her.
“I...I feel...”
Melody paused to think through the swirl of signals inside her. She felt like this was the most important test of her life so far. Like the world would look different once she stepped back out of those doors. Like the building was a ten-story stage, and she was itching to dance her way through it. The sky was the limit.
“Hmmm, I feel good, I guess?”
“Then you'll do fine.”
The both of them began walking inside.
The building's lobby was busy and large, stretched out like the entrance to a grand hotel, with indoor cafés and souvenir shops to each side. Nicolo registered them with the receptionist, who ticked Melody's name off a printed list of twelve, and told them to be at the eighth floor indoor concert stage at least forty minutes before the audition started.
The building had a small Starbucks in the corner, so Nicolo bought a pair of drinks to pass the time, and they sat peacefully at the counter, the calm before the clashing of twelve young burning storms. Melody relished the company of a cup of iced mocha to calm her nerves, and her shoulders slowly lifted and sank with her breathing as she drank her way through the large serving, legs crossed and feet dangling from the high counter seat.
“...Things are really getting serious now, aren't they, 'Colo?” She mumbled between sips, pushing the ice cubes around the glass with her straw. An uncharacteristically meek side to her that she didn't show to most people. The tension was even affecting Melody, but Nicolo knew how to calm her.
“Just focus and do your best.” He brushed some dust off her thin cotton jacket. “You know you have talent, and you've practiced so much that you couldn't mess up even if you tried. You can easily do your best, and your best will give anyone a serious run for their money.”
“I don't want to let you down.”
“You've never let me down once.” He shrugged, “Of course, there's no guarantee of a win. A few surprise prodigy competitors could always appear out of nowhere, but I'd say we have a very good chance of getting through this.”
That's right. Never, since they first met two years ago, introduced by family friends, had Nicolo overestimated Melody's ability. In fact, he wouldn't say it to her since she usually had enough to boast about, but in terms of some areas of skill, Melody was the closest person to a prodigy he'd seen.
“Hmmm. Hmmmmmm. I see.” Melody nodded, the tiny fire relighting in her eyes and a wide, cheeky grin growing across her face as if it had never gone. “Thanks, 'Colo.”
He hadn't told her anything she didn't know, but simply talking to him gave her confidence. She wasn't alone. The pair of them had overcome a lot together.
“Got your energy back? We should be heading up soon, too.” Nicolo smiled as he put away his memo book.
“Right.”
Melody reached to take another sip of her mocha when she realized it was finished. She paused for a moment.
“...Ah.”
She blinked, blushing as she felt a delicate twinge in her lower abdomen. Eyes fixed on the bottom of her emptied mocha cup, where a small puddle of clear water was forming from the leftover ice, she realized she needed to go take care of something private.
“Ready to set off?” Nicolo looked over.
“Ahaha, not yet.” She hopped off the counter seat, cheeks slightly pink. “I'll just be a moment.”
Melody walked hesitantly around the large building lobby, trying to search without looking like she was searching for something. With less than an hour left before the audition, a small crowd was gathering around the lobby, eager to watch the upcoming idols perform. As a well-known contestant, Melody's appearance naturally drew people's gazes as she walked, which was usually excellent for publicity, but now it only heightened her self-consciousness. She walked with slow, casual steps to avoid belying her motive, and gently breathed out in relief when she saw the sign for the bathrooms.
~~~~~
“Welcome back.” Nicolo was waiting at the Starbucks entrance when Melody returned, slightly breathless. “Should we head to the elevators now?”
“Yeah, sure.” She nodded with her normal, refreshing smile. Her thighs swayed closer together for a moment, so subtle that it went unnoticed.
There had been a blank look on Melody's face for a moment when she saw the large line into the female bathroom, mostly of girls a bit below her age that had come to watch the performance. She took a breath, swallowed her reluctance, and quickly turned around. As an idol-in-training, there was no way she could be seen lining up to use the bathroom. Absolutely no way. Truthfully, while it would only be a scratch on her image, it would be a crippling blow to her dignity. She couldn’t. But still.
After another moment of strong hesitation, she walked to lean across the receptionist's desk.
“Umm, are there any other restrooms around here?” She asked politely in a tone so quiet it was almost a whisper, but the receptionist simply pointed in the direction she'd came from.
Melody returned to Starbucks, pushing the mild biological annoyance behind her smile. She could definitely feel it, but it wasn't anything that bad. She'd had to hold it in longer before when performing on stage. She'd look for a bathroom on the eighth floor, but even without one, the audition would only go on for two or three hours, so she could manage.
That was how it happened for a while. Leaving the elevator, Melody and Nicolo were immediately caught in a conversation with a passing judge, who talked animatedly about how he'd seen videos of Melody's performances, how she was one of the most promising candidates this year, and he had high hopes and was looking forward to being impressed. Nicolo was glad to see that Melody had returned to her usual radiant and spunky personality, accepting the compliments graciously while mixing in enough of her aloof charm to leave an endearing impression.
“It's pretty refreshing to see you're exactly like how you are on stage.” The judge beamed, “I've seen plenty of idols who undergo a complete change in character once they're away from the public.” “Of course!” She smirked back, hand on her chest, “There isn't an artificial bone in my whole body! There's no way you'll find this Melody written down on any score sheet!”
She gleefully laughed and continued talking, gazing absentmindedly down the corridor at times to try and seek out any indicators of a bathroom.
Just as their conversation was nearing a close, a tall man with a clipboard called for all the candidates to head to the backstage area. Pressing her lips together, Melody's fingers rubbed the side of her skirt as she set off with Nicolo.
The audition format was simple. Twelve girls and two rounds. The first round was a test to see how quickly the girls could learn. They were given a selection of three songs with choreography created especially for the audition, and after choosing one, they had thirty minutes to learn it before they exhibited it to the judges. All candidates had to be seated on-stage for all twelve performances, to make sure none of them could fit in extra practice.
The second round was for the contestants to perform an original composition of their own. Melody was prepared for that. That was somewhere she felt she could win.
The three songs were revealed, all famous singles from Glass Pegasus idols, and Melody knew all three. She instantly picked Passionfruit, a bubbly techno-pop song with a lively rhythm, and rushed down the stairs to the seventh floor practice hall to start. There wasn't time to talk to her competitors – from now, until the moment it was over, they were all opponents.
Nicolo scrambled down to meet her there, where she was already loading the CD into one of the supplied TVs to watch the choreography video.
“I would say that I'd prefer it if we talked over the choice first, even for a moment-” He sighed as it started playing, “But I agree with this decision, so I can't complain.”
The two of them watched the four-minute video in silence at first, soaking it in. Without taking her eyes off the screen, Melody was already quietly mimicking some of the actions with her arms, almost in a trance. The Cherry Bolt Princess was aloof, and whimsical, and playful, but when she was focused on her goal, nothing could stop her.
“Right, I've burned it into my memory!” Melody jumped up the moment it was over, fists pumped. “Let's give this a shot, 'Colo!”
Nicolo restarted the CD. Melody didn't miss a single beat, even on her first try. She never let the energy down for a moment and had the timing down perfect.
Except.
“Melody.” Nicolo restarted the CD once more, “Your improvisation skills are great, we both know that, but... making up new moves to cover for what you forgot kind of defeats the point of the exercise.”
“Ahahaha.” With nothing to say back, the rising star replied with a sheepish laugh.
Thirty minutes passed in a flash.
Satisfied with her progress, Melody wiped the sweat off her forehead as Nicolo a thermos out from his bag.
“Good work, want a drink?”
“That's perfect.”
She was thirsty enough to accept it and gulp the water down without thinking. It was only after she'd finished half of it that she forced herself to stop, her eyes snapping open and her knees shaking slightly: the flow of water down her throat had reminded her of a different flow that she was holding back.
It was feeling very slightly urgent now.
“Are you okay?” Nicolo was sharp enough to notice something was wrong.
“Ahhh, 'Colo, I'm just gonna wash my hands for a bit.” She quickly dashed out of the room.
With very few people on the seventh floor, Melody didn't need to pretend she wasn't in a hurry. She quickly darted left and right, the tapping of her feet echoing off the corridor tiles.
She burst into a relieved smile when she saw the girl's bathroom – just an unoccupied single-room toilet – and hurriedly entered. She locked the door, and started fumbling with her thick belt, silently resenting the fact that she chose such a complicated one to wear.
With her belt off, she teased down her skirt, careful not to let it fall to the floor – it was expensive, after all-, and pulled down her black thin-stretched nylon tights.
Bent over, one hand by her knees holding the top of her skirt, she reached up for her panties when-
There was a loud knocking at the door.
“Sorry, Miss Raid, are you in there?” A female voice.
“Y-Yes?!” Melody's startled voice was a panicked squeak.
“The audition's about to start, we need you to be backstage upstairs as soon as possible!”
“A-Ahhh...”
She held back any 'but's : an idol-in-training wasn't about to complain about not being able to use the toilet. She couldn't be late for this.
“Got it!” Hurriedly pulling her tights back up, she replied dutifully and unlocked the door as soon as her belt was halfway back on.
“You had me worried for a moment,” Nicolo met her backstage. “Where were you, Melody?”
“D-Don't ask me questions like that.” She frowned, but on her youthful face it became a cute pout. Looking away, she narrowed her eyes as she ran a hand over her abdomen – having been so close and cut off at the last moment, her body felt cheated of relief and was squeezing tighter on the store of liquid inside her. Back when she was younger, before dreams of being an idol had built up her feminine modesty, this was the point at which she'd have found a secluded spot outdoors to squat down and relieve herself in secret. Of course, nobody had to know that, and she definitely wasn't considering that now.
Beyond the curtains, she could hear the excited talking of the crowd – roughly two hundred people – that suddenly went silent as the main judge stepped up to the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Glass Pegasus productions, I am proud to welcome you all to our national amateur idol selection! The biggest female rookie event of the year, we'll be watching twelve handpicked potential idols, and choosing the most promising trio to advance and be accepted as the newest rising stars in the world of entertainment!” A small applause as the judge deftly spun the microphone in his hand – a small callback to his own days as an idol trainer.
“Now, for the candidates! First off, a name I'm sure most of you know, the small sensation known as the Cherry Bolt Princess! Our first contestant is Melody Raid!”
Melody jumped as she realized she was being called first.
She looked over to Nicolo, who she barely managed to make out in the dark of the backstage area, but she could see his silhouette nod as he placed his hand on her back and gave her a gentle push.
Melody stepped on stage.
Everything was for this moment.
The crowd cheered with applause as she skipped into view, the edges of her vision temporarily whitewashed in a blinding glow by the spotlights as she smiled outwards to the shadowed faces of the audience. This was it. The familiar thrill of standing on stage rushed up her like electricity, a raw, untapped source of power that filled her entire body with the energy to accomplish anything.
“Hey, everyone!” She grasped the microphone and waved excitedly. “I'm really grateful to everyone who came over to watch me here! I hope you’re ready, since I'm going to give you all a show so great that it'll make this day worth your while-!!”
~~~~~
Melody moved to her seat as the remaining eleven contestants came on one by one. Recognizing half of them herself, she applauded all of them in turn as they made their introductions.
Without further ado, after a short explanation from the judges, they launched straight into the first round, starting with Melody. The order was chosen by lottery, but she was glad she could go first, meaning she could dance with minimal chance of her bathroom-related needs causing any problems.
Melody was calm as she walked to the center of the stage once again.
“The song I'm performing is Passionfruit!” She declared, one hand pointed to the ceiling, “Let's go!”
Idols were pure, and graceful, and immaculate.
In a sense, they were viewed as something beyond human. Something the ordinary could only strive for but never reach. Idols were those who lived their lives fuller than any other, and accomplished the impossible.
Watching an idol dance was something else.
Melody, of course, wasn't yet a proper idol, and her movements were lacking in the refinement that they gained from years of professional training, but in terms of the sheer spirit of it – the pure, emotional energy that shone around her like an invisible blazing torch – there was nothing in her dancing that Melody lacked.
It was like the music flowed through her – as if her body, light as a feather, rode atop the unseen currents of the song as they spiraled around the stage in tiny pristine hurricanes, and every note sparked with life when it touched her skin. She flew with the rhythm so swiftly that sometimes you doubted if her feet touched the ground, even forgetting that there was a stage and simply imagining a neon vista where nothing but the music and the idol at its core needed to exist. There was a ferocious vitality in her, as if that specific song had been carved into her heart and it was the one song she was meant to live, as if Melody had become the melody herself, every movement so natural that you it was like watching something unquestionable unfold. Nicolo smiled as he watched – the Cherry Bolt Princess was in top form.
When the music ended, and Melody finally stood still, holding her final pose, shivering slightly from the tension, the audience burst into applause. Applause wasn't anything new to Melody. She'd performed on stage before, and been praised with commendation like this before, too.
It wasn't anything new, but all the same, it felt good.
Melody's face shone with a wide, brilliant smile as she waved again and returned to her seat.
She was feeling good. She could win this.
Everything was going to go fine.
Of course, Melody was very good at dancing, but that didn't mean the other contestants were bad in any way. Melody Raid wasn't the only girl who could channel her heart out when she danced, and one or two of the girls had a better technical command of certain aspects that might have arguably ranked them higher than she did on some scales. Melody's own biased opinion was that her routine was the best, but the following performances were still impressive.
After the fifth dance or so, a pressing reminder of another problem jolted Melody back to attention.
The songs were roughly four minutes each, and there was a two or three minute gap between each one. Seven minutes per contestant meant she'd already been sitting down for over half an hour, and had almost an hour to go. And that was just the first round.
Melody tightly gripped the edges of the plastic chair.
As the next song began, she switched to tapping one of her feet.
Both her legs started shaking.
By the ninth song, she'd resorted to crossing her legs tightly, squeezing them together to try and fight down the urge whenever it grew.
Carefully keeping an eye on the audience, she moved her right arm to block the view of her lap so she could reach down and press softly atop her skirt with her palm.
Needless to say, this was more than embarrassing, and her one saving grace was that the audience couldn't see the blush on her face due to the stage lighting.
Melody Raid, in an idol audition in front of prominent talent agency figures and an audience of over two hundred, really, really needed the bathroom.
She could feel herself slowly filling up, a liquid pressure pushing up against the exit, and felt specifically aware of each layer of clothes wrapped round to keep it in.
Her expensive red skirt that she got for her last birthday. Her new nylon tights, hugging her legs all the way up to her waist. Her rose-pink panties, soft cotton and stretched over her most private area as a girl, the main thing holding back the developing flow inside her.
Idols didn't need the bathroom. Idols didn't need the bathroom. She was going to be a perfect girl, a beacon of stardom, so she shouldn't let this affect her, shouldn’t let it show, and she definitely shouldn't let a single drop of it escape before she was somewhere proper and private with a locked door and nobody else knew where she was.
Finally, after the twelfth performance and a short break where the judges finalized details amongst themselves, the second round began, and with it, the worst piece of news yet:
To make things fair, the order of performance was now reversed from the first round.
Melody's eyes went wide as a quiet look of despair settled on her face.
She wasn't even sure how she was going to manage her performance as she was, let alone after waiting for eleven girls to go first.
She wanted to cry out, or collapse, or jump up and dash off stage to a toilet, but she knew that for the sake of her idol career, and Nicolo's career too, she couldn't. She absolutely had to hold it in, and perform to her best.
Everything was for this moment.
The next few performances passed in a silent agony, Melody too absorbed in her own desperation to even register the efforts of her opponents.
The audience could always be watching her, so she couldn't do anything too overt, and she sat as still as she could, legs crossed and bent over slightly. When the music was playing, there was enough space between the waiting competitors for her to let her voice escape, and nobody heard her as she let out her heavy panting or occasional panicked whine.
“Nnnnn.... haaaahhh... no...!”
What Melody wanted more than almost anything else at that moment was some sort of permission or opportunity to answer her natural call. However, her ultimate desire was still becoming an idol, and so that took precedence over her body's needs, however urgent they were.
But still. She thought. She wondered if she could stand up – as a girl, she sat down to use the toilet, and the mental association was getting stronger and stronger as she wriggled in her plastic chair. She looked around, eyes slightly glazed, trying to take her mind off it.
For a moment, one terrible, dire moment, she let her guard down, and in the split second after she realized it was starting to come out, she jolted up and jammed her hand between her legs, clutching desperately through her tights as she felt a hot spurt escape and soak into her panties. She hastily looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but it was too dark to tell.
She needed to go incredibly badly. She didn’t realize it would get this bad. Why did she drink so much that morning? Why did she drink all that iced mocha? This was an aspect of being an idol that she had taken far too lightly – when she watched them on stage, she never thought about when they used the bathroom, or how much they might need it, or what kind of distress the angels on stage might have been hiding behind their smiles.
Finally, the judges called her name, and she weakly saw that it was her turn.
There was no way she could do this. No way she could do the dance routine she'd practiced without losing control. But this was her one chance. Her chance to become an idol, like she'd always dreamed. If she let this slip by, just because she needed the bathroom, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Melody clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and stood up from her chair, almost buckling over, knees shaking, and quickly walked to center stage for the final time that day. She shakily attached the microphone clip to her collar, and looked up to face the audience.
“Well, ummm. T-There's not much left for me to say right now. Whatever I want to say, I'll say... through my song.” As she faced the audience, she squeezed her muscles tight against the convulsions, keeping her smile up flawlessly. “This is something I wrote, with the help of my friend, Nicolo, specially for today. It's called 'Dream of the Cherry Bolt Princess'.
And Melody took a breath,
and began singing.
This was something she couldn't do in the first round, when the vocals were already provided with the track. It wasn't anything groundbreaking either, since most of the previous competitors sung for their composition pieces, as well. It wasn't a unique gift, or a gimmick, or a trick to win.
Melody sang beautifully for the sake of singing, as she slowly began to dance.
~~~~~
Behind the audience, in the control box with all the wires and switchboards for the lighting, Nicolo frowned as he watched Melody's movements. As her manager, he was the only one who realized she was improvising a lot. She'd toned down all her energetic spins and jumps into something more subdued, slower but more graceful. Somehow, it looked good, but why was she doing it?
~~~~~
On stage, behind her incredibly soft and fragile movements, Melody felt like she was slowly dying. She was walking on the edge – no, probably a bit beyond that at this point. Every time she opened her legs to take a step, the urge would intensify, and she felt as if she might wet herself on the spot, but with perfect timing, she always brought the other leg back to clamp her muscles and hold it off. It was based on her original routine, which she knew so well that her body moved to it automatically, and every second as she sang she could focus all her mind on how to hold it in and endure it for just five seconds more, operating on sheer feminine willpower, and her resolve as an idol.
Melody almost felt like holding it in was a matter of life and death. The entire fate of her idol career was balanced on her ability to endure her need, squeezed between her thighs and quaking with every spasm that rocked through her. Her ultimate test as a girl, and as an idol. But she would protect it no matter what.
She was doing well. She could do it. The power of her dreams was letting her hang on.
She gave herself a silent cheer of triumph as she realized she would be able to survive, and-
Squirt.
The world stopped in an instant.
Melody completely froze up.
She could feel it. Her body had let her down.
Suddenly, she could feel the stream escaping from her, spreading out in a wave through her panties, and instantly clamped her legs shut.
No, no, no no no noooo---!!
She clenched as hard as she could, feet giving out as she fell to the floor, but she couldn't stop.
Her mind was going completely blank, filled only with a mute disbelief at what was happening.
An incredible mix of relief and embarrassment rushed through her as the fluid she'd tried her hardest to suppress began seeping out across the stage, she could still feel it escaping between her legs, and with it, lost with the moment she lost control, was her dream of being an idol.
She'd tried her best, done everything she could, but in the end, she couldn't hold it back, and the sound of hitting and pattering water was the only thing that reached her ears.
The audience was dead silent.
She'd lost.
Everything was fading into darkness.
~~~~~
“Hey, this still works, right?” Nicolo hastily pointed at a blue switch on the control box.
“Should do...” The technician was confused, “But do you really-”
Nicolo smashed his hand into the button.
~~~~~
The hissing and splashing continued, even after Melody was overcome with a feeling of emptiness, in many senses of the word. The sounds were haunting her.
She felt cold water droplets hit the back of her head, and her shoulders, and then the rest of her body, and by the time she registered that something strange was going on she was completely soaked through in seconds.
The sound of rain echoed around her, like hundreds of trampling feet, at a stadium, or at a riot.
It was raining.
Raining indoors...?
But there was no other way to describe what was going on.
Melody didn't fully understand at the time, but the stage had a rain curtain installed for past performances, and Nicolo, after catching onto the situation with a sudden gasp and running through a thousand possible ideas in his head, activated it to cover for her. And not just that. Just before she collapsed, he activated the smoke machines, and dimmed the lights, so nobody, not even the judges on stage, would be able to tell exactly what was going on.
Nicolo resumed the music he paused, bringing Melody back to her senses.
She didn’t fully understand everything, but she knew exactly who was the one man she owed her entire career to.
Though really, now that she thought about it, that was no different from how it always was.
She breathed out. Slowly, dramatically, soaking wet, as if she'd planned it all along, Melody rose back up amongst the smoke and rain, looked up at the audience, and flawlessly continued singing, a genuine, idyllic smile on her face.
Somehow, everything might have turned out all right.
~~~~~
Melody's improvised performance didn't score as highly as her rehearsed one would have, but the judges were impressed by her versatility, and strongly commended her for that all the same. Nobody realized the full extent of Melody's predicament, except for Nicolo, and maybe one or two others who had been dedicated enough to watch her even as she sat on the sidelines, and those few were loyal enough to keep the secret to themselves.
Melody secured a safe second place in the competition, which wasn't perfect, but seeing how Glass Pegasus hired the top three candidates, she wasn't going to complain.
She began her career as an idol, with Nicolo her trusted agent, and the both of them are still working hard to this day.
Nowadays, most people know the name 'Cherry Bolt Princess', the fiery idol whose rise to fame started with Glass Pegasus' annual live audition, and continued to shoot up from then on. Videos of her official debut event exist, floating around here and there, but Melody vehemently steers the conversation off that course if they are ever mentioned in her presence. The only person who she had ever given permission to own a copy to was her manager, Nicolo Gearman.
The secrets of an idol are precious, after all, and Melody had many things in her life to treasure.
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Extra notes: |
The idea of peeing on stage popped into my head and I thought I'd start writing and see where the story went!
I ended up with a naked woman peeing on stage, her friend peeing backstage and the two of them taking on their tyrant of a director in her office, strange where your mind can take you!
Here's chapter one for you all. The rest of the story is bundled with Desperate at the Bookshop here. In the bookshop, an employee opens a box of new books to find a watersports photo book with one model looking a lot like her boss who finds her looking at the pictures and wonders if she wants to reenact the scene for real.
Hope you like it!
Luna
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Chapter 1 – About To Go On StageThe crowd are all shouting, a sound I normally love to hear when I’m standing on stage in the middle of a performance. But this time I want nothing more than the curtain to fall forever, end the excruciating embarrassment I feel about what’s happened.
I’ve performed in a lot of shows in my time. I’ve been acting since school and I love it. I’ve sung, I’ve danced, I’ve even mimed (don’t tell anyone). But this latest production is one I want to erase from my memory and never ever think about again.
This show was all about the dancing, we were 30 women glammed up in shimmering leotards, the choice of our director, Abbey Goodwin. You’ve heard of her, right? Anyway as you may or may not know leotards and tights combined make it very difficult to use the bathroom. You have to manhandle the whole combo off, perching half naked above the toilet and losing any sense of glamour and decorum, wondering if the Hollywood stars ever had to pee half naked in a toilet so tiny your knees bang against the door when you sit down.
I normally get to the bathroom before the show starts and again during the interval but today was just one disaster after another. Two of the cubicles in the ladies were out of order, leaving one for the entire cast and crew. I always got nervous before any show, making me need to pee more often than when I was at home. I wasn’t the only one too as when I got to the theatre there was already a queue outside the toilet.
I thought I could wait until I got changed so I sat down in the shared dressing room and stripped out of my clothes, feeling as self conscious as I always did at being naked surrounded by other women all apparently slimmer and more attractive than me. I often found myself glancing at their different bodies, comparing myself to them. Some had better breasts, some almost flat chested. Some had shaved pussies, others hairier than I ever thought possible. But I thought they all looked amazing compared to me. I’ve had a lot of compliments about my body but I’ve never really believed them.
There was one person there who I often looked at more than the others. Her name was Charlotte and she was absolutely stunning. Taller than me, slim legs and narrow hips, pert breasts and her nipples were permanently erect, sticking out from her chest in such a way they made me want to tweak them between my fingers, my mind just went crazy with the idea of grabbing her boobs and groping them as she arched her neck back and opened her mouth to gasp softly.
My fantasies always stayed that way, in my head and not shared with anyone. I just took any chance I could to glance at her as she changed, facing the wall as always did, she pulled on her tights, little knowing that bending away from me like that gave me a perfect view of her ass and pussy. She was almost touching the floor with her fingers as she struggled to get her tights onto her foot, legs spread just enough to make my own pussy ache with desire. I never imagined things going any further with her which just goes to show how wrong you can be.
When I’d changed into my leotard for the show I decided to try the toilet again but there was still an enormous queue. I joined the back of it and as we shuffled slowly forwards Charlotte came to stand behind me.
“You look desperate,” I said, observing her wriggling on the spot, one leg bobbing up and down as she stared at the long, long line.
“I am, I was late getting here. Traffic was awful. Why’s there such a big wait?”
“Only one working. You can go in front of me if you like.” My bladder grumbled a protest at my generosity but I easily ignored it.
“Thank you!” she said, moving past me and bouncing on the spot, just inches from my hands. I could so easily have reached out and slid my hand over her bottom, it was torture.
As I watched she tugged at the edge of her leotard, pulling it tightly upwards to help control the desperation she was obviously feeling. This gave me an incredible view of her ass and a hint of the edge of her labia as she stretched and released the fabric over and over again.
I stared happily, daydreaming about reaching out and touching her, feeling the softness of her skin, the folds of her pussy, the round pertness of her bottom. My body was groaning at me to get to a bathroom but there was nothing I could do about it so I focussed on my thoughts of touching Charlotte.
With three people left to go in the queue the one minute bell rang for the performance to start. We had to get to the stage. There was a collective moan from everyone in the queue but we all knew time had run out for now.
I rushed on stage with Charlotte in the nick of time, the curtain coming up as we took our positions. I could see her discomfort and it mirrored my own. She was close to wetting herself, hardly able to keep still for the frozen pose we were supposed to maintain throughout the first scene as the other performers worked round us.
Charlotte’s face was bright red with concentration; I could see her toes scrunching up against the wooden stage as the minutes ticked by, the audience intently watching the performance.
By the interval I knew I couldn’t hold my pee in any more, almost running off the stage when the curtain fell but still getting to the toilet behind a long line of my colleagues. I knew I couldn’t wait in line, it was about to come out any second.
I pushed through doors, peering in, looking for an empty room to go in. I ended up getting lost down a long corridor with steps up at the end, topped by an unlocked door. I ran up the steps and through the door, finding myself in darkness. I could hear the audience talking and knew they must be nearby but I didn’t think any more about it, I was too desperate.
Pulling at the shoulders of my leotard I brought it down over my chest and past my hips, pushing it off with my tights and stepping out of both to ensure I didn’t get any pee on my costume. I was jumping around on the spot as I did this, so close to losing control.
I squatted down just as I heard Charlotte’s voice nearby.
“Bella, are you there?”
I jumped up and seeing another door, shoved it open, diving through just in time.
I recognised where I was but it took a second for my brain to process the information. It was too humiliating to contemplate. As my mind whirred I realised as if waking up from sleep. I was on stage.
I hoped I was wrong but I looked up to see the audience staring at me, a sea of shocked faces staging at my naked body. I was too ashamed to move, frozen like a rabbit in headlights as the glare of the spotlights almost blinded me. |
I didn't really realize I had an Omorashi fetish until 9th grade, when I sat across the classroom from a girl who was desperate and did a horrible job at hiding it. This story is based loosely off of those experiences (minus the ending where I spiced things up), set from a female perspective, and hopefully is an enjoyable read to so many people on here who have expressed the desire to witness a scenario like this and read a story that had considerable amounts of effort put into its creation. Enjoy!
"Are you ready for the exam?" I asked my best friend Lacey as we trudged down the dim hallway to Math class. She and I studied all week, but neither of us were good with numbers unless we were shopping at the mall. "I don't know, Kristie. I guess." She replied half-heartedly as she held the door to our room for me. We shuffled inside in silence, found our desks, and settled in. Lacey set a large bottle of water on her desk, a remedy I recommended to her for the nail-biting she always did during a big test. We said little to each other, and when class began our collective focus was set solely on passing this exam. It was the last class in our last year of college, and the only thing keeping us from our degrees.
"Alright class, you know what to do," the proctor mumbled as he began handing out our exam papers. I took one last glance at Lacey and giggled to myself as she had already cracked her water bottle open and took a big swallow of it. With a sigh I dialed into the monster on my desk and carefully tore open the paper tab on my booklet. Flipping over to the first page, I slid my calculator to the edge of my desk and mustered all my attention to making it out of this year alive. I breezed through the first half of the test, but began to notice the questions getting harder the further I advanced into it. Finally running into a word problem, I cracked my knuckles and stole a glance at Lacey, who took a seat across the room from me (otherwise we'd be too tempted to cheat). She was mid-drink again, and was right around the same question I was. Her gigantic bottle was halfway gone and I boggled my eyes at how much she was drinking. She must have been extremely nervous to be pounding down the water like that. I mused over her for a little longer before turning back, clearing my calculator, and settling into the long string of word problems that lie ahead.
Fifteen minutes passed and I had only completed six word problems with nine more to go. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms and checking the clock. We still had an hour to go, and my booklet appeared to have a limitless supply of pages. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lacey take another hearty swig of water. Only one quarter of the bottle remained, and a casual look at her face revealed that she had reached a mental wall and was beginning to struggle with the increasing complexity of the questions. She leaned on her elbow heavily, tapping her pencil against her head. Her other hand rested on her lap, partially lost in the ruffles of her layered purple skirt. Her left foot was resting behind her right below her chair, which she bounced up and down rapidly. Before turning back to her test I admired her flats, adorned with cute and glittery adornments.
Twenty minutes later marked my completion of the word problems. With a sigh of relief I turned the page to the last section of the book, and groaned softly as I was greeted by multiple pages filled to the margins with empty graphs that I would have to fill in. I ran my fingers through my hair, and rested my forehead in my hands. Once again my eyes diverted to Lacey. I noticed immediately that her water was completely gone, and she looked extremely uncomfortable. She gripped her pencil tightly as she wrote the final answer to her word problems, and her hand was tucked between her legs. Both her feet were on the floor, but she was perched on the balls of both of them, bouncing her legs up and down fervently.
I must have lingered my stare on her too long, because the proctor got up and started circulating the room, frequently casting a piercing gaze in my direction. Quickly I diverted my attention back to my calculator, switching it to the graphing function, and began the final portion of the exam. With half an hour to go I flipped my scratch paper over, and sighed at the tediousness of the last part of this test. Before beginning the final portion I looked down and admired my outfit. I wore a simple white top with bell sleeves and ruffles, and tan capri pants that fit me comfortably. With my lucky pair of Converses on my feet, I took a deep breath in and began plotting intersections and parabolas.
Shortly after I began I heard a student get up. Looking up I was relieved as the proctor took his seat at his desk, as he collected the exam of the first person to finish. I scoffed under my breath as I picked up my pencil and looked over the next graph. Turning to my calculator, I was distracted by Lacey's smooth tan legs flapping together frantically. Her hand was out of her lap and she was twirling her hair rapidly, Her discomfort was blatant at this point and one look at her empty water bottle painted the picture perfectly.
With twenty minutes remaining, I arrived at question 42 of the 50 question test. Each problem was taking an immense block of my time to complete, and though this was the point that I should have really been focused on completing, I was being constantly distracted by my best friend sitting across from me, in obvious need of a trip to the restroom. As I turned to number 43 I glanced in her direction once more. The moment I did, she lowered her arms and grasped both sides of her chair, lifting herself up slightly and tucking her right foot under her. She lowered herself onto it and her eyes widened slightly in relief. I watched her curiously as she began slowly rocking back and forth in her chair on her foot. She immediately appeared more comfortable, and with a quick parting of her bangs she flipped to the final two pages of the test. Looking back down at my booklet and then to the clock on the wall told me I really needed to try harder to pay attention.
Five minutes later I had caught back up to Lacey. With only three problems remaining and fifteen minutes left I casually cleared my screen and prepared to finish the exam and subsequently finish my institutionalized education. Once more, however, my focus was disrupted as out of the corner of my eye I saw Lacey 's French manicured nails wrap around the edge of her desk. She was leaning forward slightly and appeared to be almost grinding her foot against her crotch. Her skirt fell around her, concealing her actions, but judging by the intensity and rhythm of her actions, that was my only deduction. Her forehead appeared to shine with perspiration, and her left leg bounced rapidly up and down, as before.
I fumbled my way through the next two problems, and with eight minutes left, I saw Lacey clap her booklet shut and make a beeline to the proctor to turn her test in. I looked up to watch her. She set her exam papers down neatly, and pointed to the door as she talked quietly to the proctor. I saw him shake his head and point at the clock. In response, she pressed her hands to her crotch and bent over slightly. He smiled apologetically and with another quick shake of his head, I saw her shoulders slump as she shuffled back to her seat. She shot an exasperated look in my direction and sat down heavily. She leaned forward with her head on her desk, and unashamedly held herself with both hands, hiking her skirt up. Five minutes remained, and with my last ounce of interest I hashed through the last problem.
As I walked up and returned from turning my exam in with four minutes remaining, Lacey kept her head down on her desk. She was flapping her legs together violently, and I could hear her thighs beating against each other every time she did it. I returned to my seat and began to line my calculator and writing utensils neatly on my desk. I became distracted by the incessant squeaking of the old school chairs, and looked up to see Lacey once again raised out of her seat, tucking her foot under her. Before sitting back down she grabbed equal handfuls of her flowing skirt and clenched them in front of her. With the bulk of the material now in her clenched fists, my eyes widened as I watched her lean forward, quickly lowering herself onto her heel, burying it deeply into her crotch.
Entranced, I attempted to shield my eyes as I watched her. The proctor was keen on all students keeping their eyes forward or on their tests, but from our place in the far side of the room we were practically invisible. I saw Lacey wince and her face scrunch up, as she grabbed the corner of her desk with her left hand, her right one still clenching at the bulk of her skirt. She turned away from me slightly, leaning heavily to her right side, pushing off the desk and digging her heel into her crotch. My heart began to race and I slumped in my chair. She was much taller than me and from my new lower vantage point I could see her heel, which was no longer in its shoe, being rubbed repeatedly against her emerald green panties. Eager to see more, I slid down as far as I could go without attracting attention, and with Lacey's head turned away from me I could see the entirety of her heel pressed into her vagina.
I felt a twinge of excitement run between my legs as I watched her repeatedly thrust her crotch against her heel in an effort to stave off her desperation. A quick look at the clock showed that only one minute had passed, with three remaining. As I watched her my pussy began to grow slick and warm, and I immediately began to regret going commando that day. Suddenly she leaned forward over the edge of her desk, and appeared to clench all her muscles together and her body tensed up rigidly. From my place in front of her, my eyes darted to her crotch. I heard her draw a quick and sharp breath through her teeth and lift off her heel momentarily. My heart skipped a beat as a small wet patch appeared on her panties, and she immediately sat back down on her heel and began grinding furiously. Overcome with the sight, I inadvertently spurted into my khaki capris as well, and quickly clutched myself with surprise. I didn't even have to use the bathroom five minutes ago, but something about watching Lacey triggered something in my bladder as well.
Moving my hand aside quickly, my mouth gaped open as I discovered a wet patch of my own. My thin pants had become translucent, and in my current slouched position, the fabric between my legs outlined my pussy lips clearly, swollen with excitement. Two minutes remaining. I could hear Lacey's chair creak again as she thrust herself against her heel relentlessly. I crossed my legs to hide the wet patch, and turned my head casually to watch her. I felt sorry for the poor girl, but the pulsing waves of ecstasy between my legs demanded that I see more, or create a scene of my own. I wasn't disappointed, as I heard her exhale audibly. She was leaned forward so far I could see the better half of her curvaceous rear and all of her situation unfolding. Much to my pleasure another jet of pee escaped her failing bladder muscles, and I clenched my thigh muscles together as I saw a small stream of her pee flow down her heel and collect on the chair.
At this point I couldn't tell if I had to pee as well or if I was about to orgasm without even touching myself. My pussy tingled and contracted and demanded attention. I gave up hiding my wet patch and set both feet on the floor, and began rubbing my thighs together. The warm and soft fabric against my bare privates felt heavenly, and I could feel the slick juices begin to drip and add to the dark stain between my legs. One minute remained, and the proctor turned to the board and began erasing it. Using his absence to my advantage, I turned my head fully to watch Lacey. She had both hands on the edge of her chair, and was hovering above it, staring at the clock intently. She was bouncing as she hovered, and held her skirt down in front of her, unaware that the back of it was propped up for anyone behind her to see.
With thirty seconds to go, and just as I thought she would be able to make a mad dash to the bathroom and escape with only slightly wet underwear, I watched with wide eyes as Lacey's body locked up, and appeared to be frozen in time. I held my breath as she buried her head in her arms and wet herself, her white-hot urine pooling on the chair and streaming to the floor below her. I watched as the dark patch on her panties grew quickly, and unable to take the scene any longer, I quickly grabbed my satchel from under my desk, placed it on my lap, and slid a hand into my pants to began touching myself intently. As soon as I began though, the proctor clapped the eraser on his desk announcing the end of class, and the reality of space and time came rushing back to me.
After a moment to regain my senses, I began gathering my things, shooting glances across the room as Lacey struggled to conceal what had just happened. To my surprise, the other students were filing out casually and the proctor was now cleaning the board with some sort of spray. It's as if time stood still, and absolutely no one in the room had any idea about what just happened. I packed up my satchel and stood up slowly, positioning the bag in front of me. Looking up, I saw Lacey taking short staggered steps towards me. We gave each other curious looks as she said, "Sorry, the bastard wouldn't let me go." She spun around quickly, showing the soaked backside of her skirt. With a soft laugh I winked at her as I took my satchel away from my lap. "And I didn't even try," I said, as I motioned down to my now practically transparent pants. We looked at each other and laughed loudly, and went about gathering our things. I can't remember if I passed or not, but that's one Math test I take over and over in my head at night. |
Story submission for: Story writing competition - part IV - results.
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Sealed Fate*buzzzzzz* *buzzzzzz* *buzzzzzz*Abby rolled over in bed, getting her arms wrapped up in the bedsheets as she struggled to silence her phone. A few rings later she managed to extricate an arm and grab her phone off the nightstand. Laying on her back she squinted up at the phone.========Text message from Kelly S.[View now] [View later]========"uhhhg, how fricking early is it?" she asked the ceiling.6:23 AM the display on her phone showed.Abby opened the text message: "changes required b4 presentation, call asap"Having to wake up early to deal with work-related matters made her feel drained of energy before the day had even begun; especially after having been up late last night finalizing the graphic design proposals for SimpleWorks' new website.Abby dropped her arm back to the bed and closed her eyes. The presentation before the board was only a couple hours away, how could they be asking for more changes now! She wanted nothing more than to tell the project manager from SimpleWorks' to go screw himself; but she wouldn't do that. No, instead she would lie and tell Kelly how wonderful his suggestions were and how much they would improve the design.She closed her eyes; I'll call in just a moment she told herself, I just want a few more minutes of peace before the day begins.*********buzzzzzz* *buzzzzzz* *buzzzzzz*Abby scrambled up, instantly awake. Shit! What time was it now, she worried, picking her phone up off the bed.With relief she noticed only seven minutes had passed, but with annoyance she saw the incoming call from Kelly."Hi Kelly," she answered."Morning Abby, did you get my text?" he asked with a somewhat accusatory tone to his voice."Yeah sorry, it just came in a moment ago and I was getting up to call you.""Good. OK, well I was just reviewing the design this morning, and I think we need to change the buttons again so they have rounded corners instead of square corners."Abby rolled her eyes."Sort of like we had last week then?" she asked."Similar, but let's go for less rounding than before, sort of a mix between the two...""OK, no problem.""Will you be able to get those changes into the design before the board meeting? The board will decide whether SimpleWorks ends up choosing your company to build the new website, so it's critical that this design look good," he reminded her, unnecessarily."Oh yeah, definitely, I'll get the changes made," she said with absolute uncertainty.She kicked herself mentally immediately after the statement; why can't I ever say no to people!?"Good, I'll see you later then," he said, hanging up.Abby glanced down at her phone; fourty five minutes until the bus left for downtown. Not a lot of time to make the changes and get herself ready.She grabbed her laptop from her desk and took it into the kitchen of her small apartment. While it booted up, she fixed herself some cold cereal and a pot of coffee.Abby kept a close eye on the clock as she made the changes to the design, not failing to notice the passage of a single minute. While working through Kelly's changes, she noticed that the design might look a little better if the buttons were a slightly lighter color. No, she scolded herself, she didn't have time to make more changes like that right now.Miraculously, she finished Kelly's changes with time to spare, while still managing to have finished off her breakfast. But the color of the buttons still nagged at her mind. She despised imperfection, and now that she had entertained the thought that the design wasn't quite right, it just wouldn't go away.Looking at the clock, she knew she didn't have time to make the changes, but she couldn't let it go. So, with resignation, she flipped through the design as quickly as she could and updated the color on all of the buttons.Satisfied now, Abby saved her work and started the shutdown sequence on the laptop, but then she noticed she had forgotten to update the color of one of the buttons on the front page of the design. She tapped her foot, willing the computer to shut down faster so she could start it back up again to fix the button. But then the familiar shutdown routine was interrupted.========Please do not power off - installing updates========"Oh come on!" she swore at the machine. She left it sitting on the table and headed back to her bedroom, stripping off her pajamas and throwing them in the hall on the way.Digging through the top drawer of her dresser she managed to find black socks, panties and a bra. Throwing these on the bed, she dug into the depth of her wardrobe to find her nice black twill pants, a fancy black shirt with a lacy v-neck, and a bright blue blazer to go on top.Five minutes later, she jogged back to the kitchen, fully dressed in her nicest clothes. Thankfully the updates had finished installing. Pressing the power switch to turn it back on, she decided to hit the bathroom while waiting for the computer to boot. She hadn't gone since getting up, and was starting to feel the coffee from her breakfast.Abby untucked her shirt in the doorway, unbuttoned her pants on the walk past the shower, pulled on the zipper as she turned around and yanked down on her pants as she sat on the toilet. She nearly started peeing immediately, but then realized her pants were stuck on her hips and hadn't been pulled down all the way. She had been so close to peeing that it took a moment of intense concentration to prevent letting loose anyway.Examining her zipper, Abby found it stuck halfway up. She grabbed it violently, yanking it back up with no problem. Then she pulled it back down again with all her might, but only succeeded in nicking her thumb as the zipper again stopped abruptly halfway down.Cursing, she sucked her injured thumb and looked at the zipper in more detail. She saw a tag on the inside of the pants thoroughly zipped into the zipper track. Carefully, not wanting to cut herself again, she moved the zipper up and down, trying to get the tag free, but to no avail.At that moment, she heard the alarm go off on her phone - indicating that the bus would arrive in ten minutes. Abby decided to try once more. She zipped the zipper down as far as she could, and then pushed and pulled on her pants, trying to get them over her hips, but the opening just wasn't wide enough for her to fit through.Defeated, she quickly tucked her shirt back in, buttoned her pants and rushed back to her computer. After finishing the final design change, she threw the laptop into its case before it had even finished shutting down, and rushed out to the bus stop.At the bus stop, she pulled out her phone to check the time; the bus should have arrived two minutes ago, but fortunately it was running behind. She shifted her laptop case to shield her pelvis from the others waiting at the stop, and discretely fingered her zipper, trying to free the cloth stuck in it.Five minutes later she still stood waiting. She gave up on the zipper, annoyed at it and at the late bus. Had she known the bus would be so late, she knew she would easily have had enough time to fix her zipper back in the bathroom.When the bus finally arrived, the driver hustled them on as quickly as possible and took off immediately for the next stop, trying to get caught up on his schedule.Abby took a seat near the back of the bus and watched as everyone else boarded, hoping no one would sit next to her; she avoided strangers as much as possible, irrationally fearing they would negatively judge her self-perceived imperfections.Minutes later, Abby stepped out into the loud and bustling city street. Abby felt a familiar nervousness of being around so many potentially-judging people as she walked down the street towards the tower that housed SimpleWorks' third floor office.She arrived at the tower with a few minutes to spare, and decided to try her luck again with her zipper. Ducking into a small bistro on the ground floor, she made a beeline for the bathroom, hoping none of the staff would notice and call her out for using the facilities without having made any purchases. To her immense relief she made it to the bathroom without being accosted.Inside the bathroom, Abby closed the lid of the toilet and sat down, intensely focused on freeing the tag from the zipper track. Less than a minute had passed when a rattle of the door knob startled her. A sharp knock on the door followed on the heels of the rattle."Just a moment," she called out.Feeling rushed with someone waiting on her, she tried again with the zipper, but her fingers felt fat and uncoordinated now, and she made no progressed.Exasperated, she tried one last time to pull her pants over her hips. When they still wouldn't budge, she looked around for some way of peeing with them on, without getting them totally soaked. Quickly realizing that to be an impossibility, she pulled some toilet paper off the roll loudly, so that the person waiting outside would believe she had used the bathroom normally. Abby was just about to throw the clean paper into the toilet when an idea struck her. Preparing for a worst-case scenario, she took a few handfuls of the paper and stuffed it into her panties. Then she flushed the empty toilet and ran water in the sink while she checked herself in the mirror to make sure the toilet paper wasn't visible.Satisfied with her appearance, Abby opened the door and walked past an older women who stood waiting outside. The meeting would start in but a few minutes now, so Abby headed straight for the elevator and rode it up to the third floor.The immense wood table in the conference room filled near its entire floor space, and around the table sat men of obvious importance, but whom Abby did not know. Kelly next to an empty chair near one end, looking far less imposing than normal compared to these tycoons.The men sat engaged in low conversation and did not look up as Abby entered, but Kelly beckoned to her, and she walked over."Go ahead and set up your computer," he said, waving his hand at a podium next to the projector screen at the head of the table.She nodded and complied. As she set up the computer, waiters brought drinks to those seated around the table, bringing each executive what must certainly have been their usual personalized drink for such meetings. Upon returning to her chair, she found the waiters had left her and Kelly a fancy glass of water, complete with a lime slice. Abby's bladder ached continuously at this point, so she resolved to leave the drink alone.Abby sat at the table in silence, waiting for the meeting to begin. She felt awkward doing nothing, and occasional glances in her direction from men seated around the table only intensified the feeling. Eventually she gave in and started taking sips from the glass, simply so as to appear to be doing something when the men looked her way.Finally, a well dressed secretary rose and closed the doors. The man at the head of the table also rose and addressed the assembly."Good morning. I hereby call this meeting to order. For our first order of business..."Abby zoned out as the men discussed business that did not involve her. She couldn't stop fidgeting now, and gave thanks for the solid table which allowed her to cross and uncross her legs with abnormal frequency without being seen or questioned.Suddenly Kelly elbowed her."Abby, you're up," he whispered.Abby quickly withdrew a hand from between her legs and looked up, flushing red. The entire assemblage sat staring at her now. She cleared her throat and took a quick drink. Afraid she would pee herself with everyone looking, she wondered if they would let her give the presentation while seated."Good morning everyone," she started.Kelly gave her another jab with his elbow."Go up front," he ordered.Abby nodded and stood, giving a quick prayer of thanks when the motion didn't send a cascade of urine down her legs. She walked to the podium, feeling dangerously exposed on the journey. Once behind the podium she relaxed a little, knowing her lower half was again hidden from view. If worse came to worse, she might still be able to make it back to her seat without anyone noticing."Good morning," she repeated again and received nods in response from many around the table.As Abby brought up the front page of the website design on the projector, she transferred all of her weight to her right leg, searching for a position where she didn't feel on the brink of wetting herself."This is, uh, the main, I mean the front page of the site, or I mean it would be the front page of the site if you approve this new design," she stumbled through the first part of her carefully planned speech.She shifted her weight back to the left as she brought up the next page of the design, but found no relief in that position either."And this is, or on this page, is where your prodrucks, sorry - products, would be displayed."Abby started to panic as confusion registered on more and more of the faces in the room. She kept talking, trying not to stumble on the lines, but she was too focused on not peeing herself.As she transitioned to the next slide she wondered if it might not be best to just let some out behind the podium as she talked - just enough to regain her composure. Her subconscious screamed at her, telling her she would die of embarrassment if she wet herself in front of all these people; while her conscious mind simultaneously argued that the only way she could succeed now was if she didn't have to pee so badly."You're wearing black," the voice in her head argued, "they won't even notice.""It's going to happen anyway, get it over with now," it continued.On the next slide she gave in and focused entirely on her talking points, telling herself that whatever was going to happen would happen, and she wasn't going to think about holding it anymore.To her amazement, at the end of the slide she was still dry. Her subconscious had held back the flood, and her conscious had been too focused on speaking well to override it. In the brief pause between slides, when she had stopped talking for a moment, she felt herself getting ready to let loose. Despite her earlier resolution to let it happen, Abby now decided that she might be able to make it afterall; she just needed to focus on the presentation and trust that her subconscious would hold out until the end.By the end of the presentation she saw with relief that the looks of confusion had vanished from the room and been replaced by subtle looks of approval; but that feeling was minor compared to the relief she felt at not having wet herself.As she packed up her laptop and returned to her seat she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen."Oh God, it's going to happen," she thought as she took her seat.With her part in the meeting now concluded, she decided it would be reasonable to ask to leave to use the restroom. As the chief executive returned to the front of the room, Abby worked up enough courage to ask."Excuse me, may I leave for a moment to visit the restroom."The chief executive looked over the top of his glasses at her."First let's see if anyone has any questions for you." he stated.Abby winced; at this point, he may as well have just asked if anyone wanted to see her wet herself.But the room remained quiet."Very well. Thank you for your presentation Ms., we'll evaluate your proposal and let your company know our intentions in a week. You may leave now. I don't believe the rest of the meeting will be of any interest to you.""Thank you," Abby said, bowing her head.She stood up and prepared to go. As she glanced down, she was horrified to see a quarter sized puddle on the leather chair where she had been sitting. Come to think of it, she definitely felt warm and damp now. Quickly she sat back down, off-center on the chair, and tried to wipe up the spot with her butt while feigning tying her shoe. A few small streaks remained when she stood again, but she had mopped up most of the spot. She pushed the chair in as far as it would go, and took off towards the door.Another sharp pain struck during the elevator ride to the lobby. When she stepped out into the lobby she was startled to see John, her boyfriend, sitting at one of the benches. He jumped up and ran over."So, how did it go?" he asked with excitement."Well," she winced, crossing her legs, "How did you know I was here?""You told me yesterday, remember?"She didn't remember right now, but didn't care."Want to grab some lunch?" he asked."Uh sure, let's go to that bistro. You get a table, I really really need to pee."They set off towards the bistro, but Abby quickly pulled ahead. She ran straight to the bathroom and closed the door.As she struggled once again with the zipper she felt another stab of pain. She tried again and again to yank down the zipper; too scattered mentally to carefully work it loose now.Nearly starting to cry, she gave up trying to get it down on her own. With her pants still unbuttoned and her shirt still untucked, she power-walked out of the bathroom and over to the table John had taken."My zipper's stuck, please help," she sobbed as quietly as she could into his ear.John stood up and guided her back to the restroom."Let me see," he said, bending down in front of her to examine the zipper.Though near tears, she still giggled when his hands brushed her stomach."Stop moving around," he chided her."Your hands are cold, stop tickling me then," she replied, but stood still as he continued to work the zipper.As his hands worked deeper along the zipper track he stopped suddenly."What's this?" he asked, pulling a soaking piece of toilet paper out of her panties."Please just hurry, I'll explain later," Abby begged.She felt another pain in her stomach as John's hands returned to the zipper, but this time she also felt warmth between her thighs. She pulled back quickly, surprising John, and ran over the toilet. John looked over in amazement as she sat on the toilet and let it out.After a few awkward moments of silence, underscored by the sound of pee dripping into the toilet, Abby apologized."No worries, you don't need to apologize. I guess we'll just skip the bistro though and eat back at your apartment," he said as he walked over and gave her a hug. |
# The Time Traveler - 1 - The Omorashi Games #
Arthur's first destination is the year 3026, Earth is a very different place, humanity had split in to 2 very different classes, the one fortunate upper class, comprising of approximately half of the populace, and the lower class making up the other half. The upper class, called the norm, led lives not unlike ours today, whereas the lower class, called the competitors were not unlike slaves. The competitors were bought and sold, much like goods, by the wealthiest norms, who could afford it.
Life as competitor certainly didn’t seem slave-like from the outside, competitors weren’t allowed to own property, have an income, and just didn’t have any rights in general, but they were well looked after, however all of the had a price. Competitors had to win competitions, not just any competitions, but bladder competitions, hence the term competitiors. Competitiors were betted on and the owner of the wining competitor recieved a great sum of money. Most competitors only lived to about 17-20 years old, though those that were lucky enough not to contract a UTI and kept their bladder in top shape did live a little longer. If they didn't perform well in the games, they didn't get their food. Oh, and did I mention they were all girls?
The largest of all these competitions is the omorashi games, the successor to the long forgotten olymic games. The competitors started out with empty bladders and tried to hold on longer than any of the others, they were allowed to wrestle other competitors in an attempt to get them to loose control, though injuries weren’t permitted. All competitors wore regulation clothes, a white polo t-shirt, It is during one of these games that Arthur arrived.
The time machine brought Arthur out of time travel with a small ‘pop’. He slipped it into his pocket and looked around, he was in a huge stadium with a circular ring inside. A loud booming voice echoed out, “welcome to the 24th omorashi games, this year competitors: Ruby, tall, 16 years old, strong and with a sphincter strength of 50/100.” A girl black haired girl walked out into the ring, as the voice continued the girls walked out. “Ashley, 16 years old, mid height, fast, nimble and with a sphincter strength of 32/100. Francis, 15 years old, mid height, slightly athletic and with a sphincter strength of 75/100, she is a favorite in todays competition. Gabrielle, 12 years old, though she is small and not the strongest of our competitors, she has one of the strongest sphincters in our competition at 80/100. Lisa, 14 years old, tall, athletic, strong and with a sphincter strength of 24/100, and our final competitor, Brittany, short, nimble and with a sphincter strength of 93/100."
Once all of the girls had lined up, they were all issued portable toilets, they were the same as normal toilets, though they had tanks to store waste instead of sewage pipes. After this was completed and the toilets were wheeled away, the girls once again lined up.
“Let the omorashi games begin!” The voice boomed out again. The audience had obviously come prepared for the long wait to come while the competitors bladders filled up, and went to sleep in their various sleeping bags and portable mattresses. Arthur stayed up a while longer, but when it became apperant that there would be no action for a while to come, he dosed off.
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Arthur was jotled awake by a loud announcement stating that competitors were allowed to start wrestleing. Arthur sat up quickly and looked to the ring. The girls were now fidgeting in desperation, it was obvious that they all had to pee, and badly. They were eyeing off each other, waiting for one of the others to make their move. Suddenly Ruby leaped at Gabrielle, but didn’t anticipate Gabrielle’s speed and missed, Gabrielle quickly darted out of the way, only to be caught in Lisa’s grip. Gabrielle squirmed around trying to escape but only succededed in causing giving herself a bladder spasm.
Meanwhile all of the other girls had gotten entangled. Francis was trying to subdue Brittany, but didn’t seem to be having much luck and Ruby had grabbed Ashley around the waist and was trying to squeeze the pee out of her while Ashley desperately squeezed her legs together burying her hands in her crotch trying to withstand the enormus pressure that Ruby's arms were placing on her bladder.
Brittany was not as strong as Francis, but she wasn't completely outmatched. She was confident in her superior sphincter strength and figured that all she needed to do was hold out till Francis's sphincter tired enough that she couldn’t wrestle her without loosing control. Francis knew she wasn’t strong enough to squeeze the pee out of Brittany before she wet herself, but she had a much more devious plan in mind, she just needed to get at Brittany.
Gabrielle was pinned under Lisa who was grinding her bladder into the floor, trying to force her to loose control. Gabrielle squeezed her legs together, tensing up, unable to move, her bladder still spasming. She rode out the spasms in this manner, then tried again to escape Lisa, but no matter how much she squirmed under Lisa, she coudn’t break free, it was time to employ another trick, she bought her hand up and sharply jabbed Lisa’s bladder causing bot of the them to spurt a little dampening their panties, Lisa from the jab to her bladder and Gabrielle from the combined effects of Lisa’s weight grinding her bladder on the ground and the strain from the quick movement. Lisa tensed up, unable to move while she fought to control her bladder, loosing anoth short spurt dampening her panties even further, fighting a loosing battle. Gabrielle was also desperatly fighting her bladder as it tried to force her pee past her sphincter, though unlike Lisa, she was relying on her ever so strong sphincter to keep back the flood. Taking advantage of Lisa’s moment of weakness to get the upper hand, Gabrielle twisted onto her side and out from under Lisa taking the pressure off her bladder and clamping off the leak she had sprung, realising that Lisa had started to recover, braced herself, squeezed her legs together and launched herself at Lisa colliding with her bladder causing Lisa to slowly start to leak again, a visible wet spot started to form. Lisa was paralysed, squeezing as hard as she could to stop the flow, burying her hands in her crotch, crushing her thighs together, and just when she felt her exausted sphincter start to close again, Gabrielle jumped on top of her bladder starting to bounce up and down, Lisa knew she couldn’t hold on for more than a few seconds like this but the effort required to close her sphincter ment she couldn’t move or do anything to get Gabrielle off her. Her bladder eventually succumbed to the torture and Lisa started weeing uncontrollably.
Ashley was still stuck in Ruby’s iron grip, her sphincter rapidly tiring from the effort required to hold shut under all this pressure. Although she had leaked a few times, she was still reasonably dry. In an attempt to speed up the process, Ruby removed one arm from around Ashleys waist and started prying her hads away from her crotch while she wedged her legs open with her own legs. Ashley moaned from the effort of keeping the boulder of pee inside her. Her eyes bulged when she realised what Ruby was doing to her, but there was nothing she could do about it, her hands were forced to her sides and away from the place she desperately needed them to be. Her legs took slightly longer, but they too were forced apart. Ashley's toes curled and uncurled rapidly, ankles wiggling, while her fingers were pressed into her palm tightly, leaving nail marks. The only muscle that could help was the one inside of her. Ashley's thighs could not be crossed, the heel of her hand could not be jammed into her crotch, to provide even that fleeting relief. No, her legs were spread wide open, urethra completely un-aided, the fatigue was starting to tell, even on her well trained muscles. The ring that held back all of the pee just desperately bursting to get free had weakened slightly, letting a small leak tickle out of her urethra. An arc of pee shot out of Ashley’s urethra, she tightened as hard as she could, pouring every last drop of strength she had into stemming the flow, and it worked!!!! for a time. Mere seconds after she managed to stop the flow of pee, another more violent spurt erupted, she tried again to clamp it off but her muscles had enough, and against her will, they simply relaxed, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t squeeze them. Ruby watched as Ashley lost control and was led, crying from the field.
Brittany and Francis were still struggling, Brittany’s arms ached, from holding off the stronger girl, she tried…. but she couldn’t. Her strength failed her and Francis pushed her to the ground, burying a knee firmly on her bladder. Brittany's urethra flexed slightly, and a small jet of pee squirted out. Brittany squealed her dismay, but it was too late, the stronger girl had her pinned down. Brittany tried to free herself, but couldn't escape the grip that pinned her to the floor, squirming and getting more desperate as Francis’s knee took it's toll upon her bladder, trying everything she could think of to escape. A finger touched very precisely between her legs, stroking her pussy gently, and then focusing on her urethra. The shock of it made Brittney's eyes go wide, and when Francis continued to tease that area, her body writhed, muscles tensing and quivering. Francis suddenly tickled her sides and ribs viciously, making Syia yelp with surprise and start thrashing again, the shock of it breaking her control of her muscles and resulting in a soft hiss of pee against the crotch of the outfit for a few seconds. Brittany squeezed her sphincter tight, or as tight as she could when she was being tickled anyway, but it wasn’t enough, she just couldn’t squeeze when she was being tickled in such a sensitive place. Her muscles involuntarily relaxed completely and an arc of pee shot a few meters across the ring, before stopping, shortly followed by another, then another as she lost control and started weeing uncontrollably.
Three competitors remained, Francis, Gabrielle, who’s bladder was just starting to calm down after her fight with Lisa, the stongest girl in the competition, and Ruby, who has the weakest bladder out of the three, but makes up for it in strength, anyone caught in her grip would soon find the pee being squeezed out of them. Ruby launched herself at the 2 girls trying to catch atleast one of them, but they were both too quick for herand she crashed into the side of the ring and lost her balance, stumbling around like a drunk. Gabrielle took advantage of this and darted in quickly to deliver 3 sharp jabs to Rubys bladder before having to jump back as Ruby tried to get a hold of her. Ruby had anticipated Gabrielle’s attack and had clamped her sphincter as hard as she could but it wasn’t enough and she started a long slow dribble which she couldn’t clamp off no matter how hard she tried, she stood there locked in place with her hand buried in her crotch and her legs plaited together. It was all she could do to stop herself from fully wetting. Gabrielle jumped in to finish her off, knocking her to the ground and bouncing on top of her bladder like it was a bean bag. Ruby tried with all her might to resist this torture, but like cracks in a dam, each bounce steadily increased the flow of urine out of her till her muscles gave up on her and pee torrented out.
Francis took advantage of the situation to get a firm hold on her muscles ensuring that no pee would come out. When she saw that Ruby was out of the competition, she pounced on the unsuspecting Gabrielle from behind and grabbed her around the waist, falling to the floor and pulling her on top of her. She squeezed as hard as she could, trying to bear hug Gabrielle's into realeasing the golden liquid it contained, but squeezing Gabrielles bladder was like squeezing a rock, she couldn’t get any pee out of her. She started to employ some of her earlier tactics and begun to tickle Gabrielle.
Gabrielle wriggled and squirmed around, “S….Sto…..Stop!! Ti… Tickling Me!!!” she cried out, she was prepared for these sort of moves, she had practices keeping hold on her sphincter whilst being tickled. That didn’t mean it didn’t leave her gasping for breath though.
After a few minutes of pursuing this tactic, Francis conceded defeat and switched tacks, flipping over so Gabrielle lay underneath her, and skittling down so she had access to her lower abdomen and personal areas. She spun around, planting a knee in Gabrielle’s bladder much like she did with Brittany, and begun to stroke Gabrielle’s pussy gently, slowly, thinking that if she could get the girl to (excuse the pun) come, the girl would go as well.
Gabrielle's eyes bulged as the new sensation assailed her. ’Two can play at this game,’ she thought, and begun working Francis’s clit with her fingers, before moving down to her urethra in fascination. She watched as Francis's urethra visibly flexed with the effort of holding in all of her urine, deciding to tease it into submission.
Francis’s muscles fought to resist the teasing... the slow, deliberate teasing of their very core, stroked and played with while valiantly trying to do their job. The boulder of pee inside her yearned for escape, her bladder fighting with her brain for control. The circling of Gabrielle’s fingers made her muscles feel tingly and it was hard to tell if they were tightly clamped or not as they started to tremble under the precise massage of her fingers. The only way to know for sure was to tighten them so hard that there was no chance of leakage, but because she couldn't feel precisely their state, when they weakened, it snuck up on her and forced her to gasp, tightening up suddenly again. It was a hopeless cause, her body was tiring with the constant relaxing and tensing inside of her. Her urethra flexed slightly, and a small jet of pee squirted out before she could stop it, she tried to plug the leak, but she couldn’t close her sphincter. Gabrielle took advantage and squeezed Francis’s bladder hard, and forced another jet of pee out. Francis leaped off Gabrielle, trying to escape the torture she was placing on her bladder.
Gabrielle sighed relief as the pressure from her bladder was removed, not even her rock hard sphincter could withstand that kind of pressure for long. She took a break to get back in full control of her bladder while Francis hopped around springing leaks every few seconds.
Francis got clear of Gabrielle for a few seconds, desperately trying to regain control before she was pushed to the ground by Gabrielle who sat directly on top of her bladder, bouncing up and down rapidly. Francis’s sphincter could ordinarily withstand this pressure, but in their fatigued state, they couldn’t do anything to stop the waterfall of pee that gushed halfway across the ring.
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Arthur watched all this with enthusiasm. ‘I should return to this time period,’ he thought, as Gabrielle was announced as the winner and was allowed to release her ocean of pee past her straining muscles. He had to leave now, there were plenty of other time periods to explore.
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Hilde sat on the back of the car with her father, who hadn’t uttered a word in hours, on the front seat. With persistent hours on the road, they were now utterly isolated from all human life, and the oppresive darkness of that night reinforced a strange feeling of loneliness and withdrawal from the world. After such a long time, even her boredom seemed to have grown tired and gone away, as Hilde concentrated more and more on the state of her bladder.
Every long road trip was the same; she would take every possible measure to avoid needing to pee at an inappropriate time, and the thought of being forced to either hold it or nag the driver with demands for a pee stop until he conceded worried her the whole time. Driving made her father extremely irritable, and he particularly hated being asked to stop just because his daughter was being too much of an immature little brat to hold it in. In fact, he would do just the opposite and avoid stopping at all cost out of spite whenever the subject of urination was brought up.
So whenever Hilde would feel any pressure at all in her bladder, as was the case, she would become extremely anxious, to the point of not being able to think about anything else. Her mind raced with thoughts of accidents, as the feeling coming from her bladder was in fact quite distressing. She hadn’t relieved herself since lunch, and by now was already fidgeting and pressing her thighs against each other. She thought repeatedly of the unbearable humiliation of losing the battle against her bladder and soaking the seat, or of finally finding a bathroom, but not making it quite in time. Either way, she didn’t even dare imagine what her father would do to her.
Each time she watched her loss of control in her mind, the resulting relief sounded more tempting.The thought of the pure bliss of giving up and releasing her river of golden pollution into her panties and having her ass and thighs carressed by the delicious wet warmth seduced her, and soon Hilde found herself in a battle against her own body, fending off the temptation of just letting go with her waning willpower. By now, her whole body was tensing up with the effort of holding it in; her delicate face had put on a look of anxiety, and her upper teeth chewed on her lower lip. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and moved everywhere in search of a comfortable position, only daring not approach the crotch. Her torso was hunching forward, her legs were awkwardly entangled, her cute little toes were curled, and her whole body was rapidly bouncing up and down.
Soon, even the father apparently heard her fidgetting and bouncing, as he indifferently asked what she was doing back there.
“ N-nothing! A-I was just, umm...”
Her frantic search for an excuse was mercifully interrupted:
“OK, just try not to distract me. I’m trying to concentrate here”
He was already getting nervous with the anticipation of the daughter’s complaints about her bladder. As much as she would love to know, the poor girl dared not ask how far they were from the destination. Regardless of that, she was already losing hope of making it to a bathroom completely dry. Her weak, swollen, tormented bladder felt like it was holding boiling water, and could crack open at any moment. The cruel, unrelenting pressure of the lake of wee in her tummy was much more than her young delicate body could take, and her trembling pelvic muscles were ready to quit the battle with or without her permission. The mind was a chaotic mess of nightmarish images of full-blown accidents, with many little rivulets of the warm yellow liquid trickling down her legs and into her shoes. It would also occasionally stop to look for somewhere to release herself into. A cup, a towel, a plastic bag, anything would be better than soaking her shorts with her golden juices!
Her overtaxed willpower was beginning to give in to to the bladder’s urgent demands, as the idea of letting a little out to help relieve the pressure finally managed to seduce the tormented little girl, the anticipation of sweet relief overwhelming what was left of her rational mind. A thick jet of hot urine soaked her panties. This was accompanied by a brief moment of clarity, where she came to the stark realization that her accident was beginning. Her hands flew into the crotch, managing to stop the stream barely a second in. The volume of pee was nevertheless enough to leave a considerable spot in her panties and even show on her shorts. In fact, the stream had been so strong that even the father apparently heard the hissing sound, as he glanced at his daughter and made a terrible look of disgust at what he saw.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? ”
Hilde immediately hid her hands behind her, as if she had committed a crime, and answered in a shaky, whimpering voice,
“N-noth... I-it’s just that I...”
“God, is it too much to ask you to behave like a grown-up lady? Do I really have to keep reminding you that it’s not acceptable to hold yourself like you’re five? “
“But I really...”
“Stop bullshitting me, ok? You’re not a child anymore, and you’re going to hold it as long as necessary. And sit properly too!”
She tried to reply, but the words simply wouldn’t come out of her mouth. A lump was forming in her throat, and she was afraid she was going to start crying if she tried to say anything. She looked down with an expression of utter shame, looking even more helpless than before. Her face was completely red, both with embarrassment and the effort of holding the gallons of wee inside, with heavy tears streaming down it and landing on her lap. Her body, covered with a layer of sweat, was almost bending over now, and her legs, now forcibly uncrossed, were pressed against each other as tightly as her muscles would allow. There was nothing the tormented little girl could do to ease the pain now, with the father’s menacing eyes on her.
Her only thing that comforted her was thinking of the sweet feeling of that one intentional spurt. At that moment, she could think of no greater pleasure in the world than the one she felt as she allowed herself to let it go, and her liquid waste naturally flowed out. The feeling was comparable to that of an intense orgasm, if not better. Oh, how she longed to feel it again!
With this thought, many unintentional spurts came, and formed a clear wet patch on her shorts. Even the seat must have been damp by now, but Hilde dared not think look at it. With each spurt, the warm, damp feeling between her legs became more teasing, making her even more desperate. Her breathing was little more than a panicked pant, as her bloated bladder left barely enough room for it, and one would think looking at her face she was doing some vigorous kind of exercize.
Hilde was repeatedly thinking “This can’t be happening!” when she felt the car begin to slow down. She initially thought it was a product of her wishful imagination, like a mirage, but decided to look out of the window to make sure. She almost jumped in joy as at what she saw: they were approaching a gas station that clearly had two bathrooms! A more reassuring sight she had never had. She was franticly removing her seatbelt and trying to open the door even before the car had properly stopped, but was interrupted by the father.
“I don’t want you going in there alone. You’ll stay here with me until I finish filling up the tank.”
Her heart sank, but the sight of the bathroom had given her the motivation she needed to hold on. Never had she felt so excited in her life; her heart was racing as if she had just had her first kiss, and time seemed to pass in slow motion. When she was finally given permission to go, she struggled with the temptation of just dashing to the bathroom as fast as she could, and instead hobbled awkwardly, her hands massaging her tummy and her legs crossed, sometimes stopping and bending her knees. After what felt like a marathon, the girl almost passed out when she saw the only toilet in the ladies’ room was out of order, and the men’s room only had a large urinal. She couldn’t believe her eyes, and stayed on the spot, bobbing up and down and hunching forward, as she waited for a miracle.
The father came closer and told her to ask if there were any other bathrooms, which her troubled mind hadn’t even considered. She approached one of the employees with careful baby steps, making a pitiful attempt at hiding her desperation. Her whole body was visibly contorted and sweaty, and she seemed to be on the verge of crying. The employee, trying to look like he didn’t notice her desperation, said those were the only ones and recommended that she go in the woods behind the station. She glanced at the father with pleading eyes, but all he said was:
“Don’t even think of it. You will wait until the next stop. Now, if you excuse me, I’ve got to take a piss.”
She was so everwhelmed by rage, she couldn’t help shedding a few tears, but still couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything.
“Do you have a problem with that? Tell me, what’s wrong?”
With this, her inhibitions were overcome by anger, and she replied in a rispid, yet whiny voice
“This is unfair! I’ve been absolutely dying for the toilet all afternoon!”
“Now tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do about it if you’re still too much of a baby to hold it in? I remember very well having to potty train you; it was a bitch, I’ll tell you that! Yet after everything I’ve done for you, all I get is this whining, from you and your mother. Would it hurt you to show some gratitude, just once? When we get home, let’s see how this mentality of yours that if I don’t get what I want, then nobody does, applies to you. I’m sure you’re going to love having to pay your own damn bills.”
With this, went into the men’s room and pissed loudly into the urinal. The sound of the jet of urine hitting the wall was the most agonizing thing she’d ever heard in her entire life. Poor, helpless Hilde squatted down with her legs pressed against each other, holding her arms around them and against her chest, pressing her heel against her weehole, rocking vigorously back and forth, and making a loud, shaky, high-pitched moan of pain that made all people around feel compassion for her. The father finally finished and went back to the car, as she reluctantly followed him. She’d love nothing more than to climb on the urinal with her father’s help, completely remove her shorts and panties, spread her legs and just LET GO! Unfortunately, he would never allow it.
The moment she got back in, it was obvious she wasn’t going to prevent the flood if she didn’t get to a toilet VERY soon.
“Dad, the next stop isn’t too far, is it?”
“Are you kidding me? After all of that whiny bullshit back at the station? You’re going to suck it up like a grown lady until we arrive.”
With her blood boiling, she answered in a distorted voice,
“I swear I’m going to completely soak myself if you don’t stop right now!
“Are you actually threatening to ruin my car?”
“YES! I can’t stand it anymore! I’m going to burst!”
He abruptly pulled the brakes and pulled over.
“Get out of the car. We have to talk.”
She got out, barely managing to stand up, and tried to pull her panties down. By this point, though, she was little more than a distorted little ball of panic. Her mind had drowned in a vast, merciless ocean of wee, and her arms refused to obey her. They shook around violently, and her hands barely managed to locate the zipper. Then came the father, yelling at her at the top of his lungs. This was too much stress for the poor girl to take; she tried to hide her face with her hands, and whimpered in an almost inaudible voice
“I’m so sorry”
Then, as she cried her eyes out, the dam burst. A ferocious gusher of golden smoking-hot wee came flying out of her pussy, completely soaking her inner legs , socks, and shoes. Her legs gave in to the stress too, and she fell down on her own puddle, further soaking her clothes. Not a single dry spot was left in the shorts, but the unstoppable golden river was still coming out with full force. The puddle grew to such an unbelievable size, even the father felt uncomfortable. |
Chapter One: Preparations
Pallet Town... A small town of beginnings... Peaceful and full of kind and wonderful people... Many remember Pallet Town for its Pokemon Laboratory ran by Professor Samuel Oak. Well at least it used to be. Today his grandson Gary Oak runs it. Speaking of who, Gary is busily at work in the lab right now! Today was the day that three new Pokemon Trainers would be beginning their journey across Kanto in search of the eight gym badges and to eventually challenge the Pokemon League and become the Kanto Champion!
In the lab, Gary and his assistant were rushing around frantically trying to straighten everything up in time for the new Trainers.
"Hey Rick! Those files go over to the filing cabinet in the Johto Office!" Gary shouted, pointing over to an office on the second floor as he cleared off the table where each month he would set the three starter Pokemon on the table for the new trainer or trainers to choose from: Bulbasaur the leafy Seed Pokemon, Charmander the fiery Lizard Pokemon, and Squirtle the watery Tiny Turtle Pokemon. Rick nodded and grabbed all of the files and ran up the stairs.
As he set the three Pokeballs on the now clean table, he continued to stare at them nostalgically. It was thirty five years ago, on this very day, that he received his very first Pokemon from his grandfather. Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered how his grandfather smiled at him as he decided who his very first partner would be. Walking away from the table, he moved over to his desk and stared at the portrait of his family. He still had the brown spiky hair, although now he had some grey showing in the front. He had grown a goatee since moving back to Pallet Town. He was also pretty fit; slim yet muscular.
"Oh Gramps... I wish you were here right now..." he said, now staring at the picture of his grandfather on the wall opposite his desk. Sadly, three months ago Professor Samuel Oak passed away while tending to the newly-born Bulbasaur in the grass habitat of his lab. They say that he was found laying down next to them under a tree. it wasn't until the sun was setting when his assistant went over to him to find that he hadn't even moved from that spot. When the assistant went over to check on him, he wasn't breathing...
"Professor! What would you like me to do with the new Pokeball designs?" Rick asked, snapping Gary back into reality. He stared up into his asistant's face which showed a look of concern. "Sir, are you okay?"
Confused, Gary looked at the mirror on the wall next to him to find that he was actually crying. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he patted Rick's shoulder and took the designs from him and put them in a drawer of his desk. "Yeah. I'm okay... I just miss him is all... It won't be the same without him..."
"Yeah... This was always his favorite day of the month... He loved to see the smiles of the new Trainers as he handed them the Pokedex and as they met their partners for the very first time..." Rick said, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he too began to stare at the picture of the Professor.
For a few moments, the both of them stared at the picture in silence, neither saying a word out of respect for the late Professor. It was when a Blastoise gently tapped on the window behind his desk when they snapped to reality. Gary opened the window and rubbed the forehead of his partner and friend of thirty five years.
"Hey pal... You hungry?" Blastoise nodded his head and walked to the back door. Chuckling slightly, Gary walks out back to meet him and together they walk to the apple tree where they both relaxed for a little bit while eating the juicy red apples that Blastoise plucked for the both of them. After three apples for Gary and about twenty for Blastoise, Gary climbed up onto his shell and they both head over to the pond where Blastoise carefully gets in the water, careful not to get Gary wet. For maybe a half an hour, they just gently swim, Blastoise occasionally squirting a weak jet of water out of one of the cannons protruding from his shell to amuse himself, making Gary smile. He knew that Blastoise was getting old, but he continues to hope that maybe he will stick around for a little bit longer. Losing him after just losing his grandfather would be too much for him to handle.
"Alright buddy, take me back to the shore, I need to finish getting everything set up." Gary said, patting Blastoise's shell. After they got to shore, Blastoise continued to follow him up to the lab and watched as he and Rick continued to tidy up. As They finish up, Gary returns to his desk and sits down, staring out the window, waiting for the three young teens who will begin their journey. All of a sudden, he feels a paw brush his leg and he looks down to see his Umbreon staring up at him with those deep red eyes expectantly. Laughing to himself, he pats his leg and allows her to jump into his lap where she curls up and rests her head on his hand. He absentmindedly begins to scratch her behind the ear with his other hand, causing her to purr slightly.
Rick eventually takes a chair next to Gary and sits with him. "The bond you have with your Pokemon is pretty rare... I have never seen an Umbreon that was so affectionate towards their Trainer in all my life!" Gary laughed and looked at Umbreon, who was now sound asleep. "Yeah... She truly is something else... But I'm glad though. When she first evolved into Umbreon, I was worried that she would get a little aggressive like most do... but she seems even sweeter as she was as an Eevee. She definitely is one of a kind... And Blastoise may be powerful and intimidating, but nobody would ever guess how much of a softy he is for little kids... Every day the kids come over just to play with him."
Laughing, Rick nods over towards the back door. "I see what you mean." Gary looks over to see Blastoise laying in the grass near the door as three kids, two boys and a girl, are all scratching the softer part of his shell on his belly.
Gary recognizes them and wakes up Umbreon so he can get up out of the chair. "That must be them. Let's go let them in, shall we?" Gary asks, making Umbreon jump with excitement. Gary opens the door, Umbreon close by his side. "Welcome! Please come in you three." The kids walk past him and into the lab. He was about to shut the door when Blastoise grunted at him. Looking back he noticed another boy scratching the back of Blastoise's ear. He looked to be around the same age of the other three, but he knew he was still too young to start his journey. The boy looked up at Gary hopefully, "Professor... I know that I am still too young to become a Trainer, but can I at least watch as they get their Pokemon?"
Gary just smiled as he looked at the boy. He obviously loved Pokemon with all his might. That much he was certain of. He actually reminded him of Ash and himself when they were just ten years old and starting their own journeys. "Of course you can! Come on in!"
The boy's face just lit right up as he rushed right pass Gary and went inside. Still smiling, he looked at Blastoise and Umbreon, "Well, they won't be able to start their journeys if we stay out here... Let's go inside." Gary said as he walked inside along with Umbreon as Blastoise walked inside using the bigger door on the other side of the lab.
When everyone was inside, The kids next to the table with the Pokeballs on it and Gary staring at them from the other side with Umbreon on the chair next to the table and Blastoise behind him and Rick next to Gary holding the three Pokedexes in his hands.
Gary opens his arms wide, "Welcome to the Pokemon Lab! I'm Professor Oak and I am here to help you get started on your journey into the wonderful world of Pokemon!" Blastoise grunts proudly and Umbreon lets out an excited "UMM!" as Gary recites the famous welcoming speech of his Grandfather.
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As he gave his introduction, Gary took the time to observe the four teens.
The younger one who was scratching Blastoise's ear was eagerly staring at the three Pokeballs on the table. He had short black hair spiked forward and at the back of his neck was a slim braid that reached his lower back. His eyes were emerald green and was about five feet one inch. He was wearing an unzipped black jacket with two chest pockets, a white t-shirt underneath, blue jeans, white shoes, and a pair of white fingerless gloves that had a Pokeball design on them.
The tallest boy, at about five feet six inches, was staring at the Professor as if he couldn't wait to hear what he was going to say next. He had short red hair spiked to the back that gave him the appearance that his hair was on fire and deep brown eyes. His wardrobe was rather simple: Green long sleeved shirt, white jeans, brown shoes, and a belt.
The girl next to him, around four feet ten inches, was watching Umbreon's every move, copying Umbreon every time she cocked her head to the side, giggling as she did so. She was wearing a pink sleeveless t-shirt that exposed her lower stomach, matching tight pink shorts that reached about mid thigh, red sneakers and matching red mid-calf length socks, and a red sweater-jacket tied around her waist by the sleeves with the coat part towards the back. Her brown hair flowed smoothly to the middle of her back, held in place by a red hairband that showed off her beautiful blue eyes.
Finally was the boy who was staring at Blastoise, as if his staring could determine how strong Blastoise really was. He stood at about five feet three inches and wore a skin-tight violet t-shirt with a black stripe that ran up the side on both sides and met in a circle around his neck, which then had a black stripe run down the front of his shirt and another line that split at his upper back, moved horizontally away from each other, then straight down again. He had black jeans and black combat boots on, the jeans tucked into the boots, and a chain that looped through one belt loop, allowing the chain to sag on the opposite end. His most outstanding features, however, were his bleach-white hair and his ruby red eyes, which gave him a rather sinister and serious look.
Smiling, Gary begins walking over to the taller boy, "Well then, shall become better acquainted?" He stops in front of him and holds his hand out, which the tall boy grabs and gives him a good shake, "My name's Johnathan Coswell, but everyone calls me Johnny."
Gary nods, "Nice grip, and a strong name! You will be a tough Trainer to beat! I can feel it!" He then releases his grip and walks over to the girl, who was still mimicking Umbreon's head movements. He couldn't help but laugh slightly, "You know, she loves to be pet. Just hold your hand out and let her sniff you first." The girl walks over to Umbreon, who stares at her as she extends a hand for her to smell. Once Umbreon sniffed her hand, she nuzzled her head into her palm and allowed her to pet her. "Impressive! She may not be the most aggressive Umbreon around, but she is still rather cautious to new people... and yet she went right up to you! You have potential." Gary says, kneeling down to pet Umbreon as well.
The girl looks up at him with a smile and says, "Yeah, I don't know what it is about me, but Pokemon always seem to like me. Oh yeah, my name's Rosalind Silverstine, but you can call me Rose."
"A lovely name and personality! Any Pokemon who travel with you will be lucky indeed." Gary says, walking over to the serious looking boy. "And what would your name be, young man?" He offered his hand like he did to Johnny.The boy just looks at him silently. Still, Gary just stood there, hand outstretched in the friendly greeting gesture. Finally Rose gives the boy an evil look, "Geez you are so rude Blaze! It's hard to believe we're related!" The boy looks at her and merely shakes his head, then looks back to Gary and finally returns the gesture and gives him a firm handshake. "Blazani Silverstine... Call me Blaze."
"Well now, that wasn't so bad now was it? Mysterious yet strong willed. I can see that you have a lot of unknown potential. The potential for what, I have no idea, but right or wrong it will be great." Gary said, releasing his grip and walking next to his assistant Rick, placing his hand on his shoulder, "Now then, Rick is going to give you your customized Pokedex and explain its purpose and functions to you. Excuse me for one second please." Gary announces and he walks toward his desk, but stops about halfway and turns to the youngest boy, who was watching him. "Ah yes! I almost forgot! What is your name?"
"My name is Lucas Ivere, but everyone calls me Light since I seem to brighten everyone's mood when I walk in the room." And with that statement, Light gives a big smile, a smile that reminded him of his long-time rival of thirty five years. Gary returned the smile, "I can't wait for the day that I give you your first Pokemon! Speaking of which, how long is it until you turn fifteen?"
"Not long! I turn fifteen in about three months!" Light said, giving Gary a thumbs up.
"I look forward to it! Now then, Rick, they're all yours!" Gary says as he returns to his desk. Rick then proceeds to hand a Pokedex to each of them. "Now, you will notice that the custom designs you ordered have already been applied to your Pokedex since you pre-ordered them in advance." He explains, handing a pink Pokedex with a red rose on the front in full bloom to Rose, a black Pokedex with what appears to be white flames to Blaze, and a blue Pokedex with a river flowing along the bottom of it and a moon oat the top, the river reflecting the moon, to Johnny.
"Now then, each one is empty and has no recorded information of any Pokemon yet. This is because you do not yet own any Pokemon. As you capture Pokemon, their data will be recorded from known characteristics, average size and weight, and Type to the moves it can learn and be taught and abilities. Also. Keep in mind that these Pokedexes are also considered your Trainer Passports. All of your personal data, including Trainer Identification and address, as well as your Passports to travel to different regions, is stored electronically in this device. In short, this little device is your lifeline, your key if you will, to the world of Pokemon. Without them, you cannot receive lodging at the Pokemon Centers, you cannot shop at the Poke Marts, or challenge the Gym Leaders. With this all said, keep them on you at all times!
"Finally, I have taken the liberty of registering all of you into the system before you arrived so you are all set. Now all we have to do is wait for the Professor to finish this up by giving you your Pokemon. Professor, if you have finished, they are ready for you."
Gary, who had just started walking over to them with a clear bag of what appeared to be marbles, and hands each of them five of the marbles, keeping the last one for himself. "Now then, time for your little lesson in Pokeballs. When they are small like this, they are in their Safety Mode. In this mode, they cannot be used and it also prevents a Pokemon from accidentally releasing in case you drop it. To set it to Active Mode, you press the little button twice, like so." Gary pressed the button on his Pokeball twice and it immediately grew to its normal size. "In this mode, the sensors all over it are active and will react when you throw it at a wild Pokemon or, when there's a Pokemon inside it, release the Pokemon when you throw it. Now it will also automatically return to the Trainer with the Pokedex it is registered to once thrown.
"To register a Pokeball, scan them with the Pokedex. You can scan multiple Pokeballs at once. To retrieve a Pokemon, just point it at said Pokemon and it will become digitized and return to the Pokeball. Such an amazing device, wouldn't you agree? Now then, to return them to Safety Mode, just press the button twice again and it will turn back. Any questions?"
When everyone stayed quiet, Gary walked over to the table with the Pokemon. "Now then, the main event... Rose, ladies first."
Rose walks over to the table and Gary points to the Pokeball to her left, "That one is Bulbasaur, the Seed Pokemon. This one" He points to the middle one, "is Charmander, the Lizard Pokemon. Finally we have" he points to the one on her right, "Squirtle the Tiny Turtle Pokemon. Choose wisely, for once you register the Pokeball with you Pokedex, you can't switch."
Rose was already reaching for Bulbasaur before Gary could finish speaking. She takes her Pokedex, and scans the Pokeball using the sensor on the back of the Pokedex, and instantaneously, the Pokedex was updated with Bulbasaur's data.
"A fine choice! Next up is Blaze." Blaze walks up to the table and instantly grabs Charmander's Pokeball, registering it as he walks back to his spot. Gary then gestures for Johnny to take the remaining Pokemon, Squirtle. Now that everyone had their Pokemon, he tosses the Pokeball that he used to demonstrate to the others to Light, who looked back up at him confused, "Think of it as a little souvenir... Something to help you look forward to the day you become a Trainer." Gary winks at him and walks towards the back door of the lab, signalling for everyone to follow him.
Once outside, Gary leads them to a concrete slab, at least five hundred feet wide and long, with a Pokeball painted on it. There were many scratches, nicks and scorch marks on it. Gary walked to the center of the slab and turned to them.
"Now then... Since we all have our new partners, let's go ahead and have some fun! Everyone call out your new Pokemon! It's time for a battle!" |
Of course! Although sadly it will have to wait until everyone has begun their journeys. That's when the X chapters will have more of an effect since they will be out in the wild. Your request will be the first X-Chapter though, I promise.
Chapter Three - The First Battle
At the mention of a Pokemon Battle, all of the kids, even Blaze, smiled with excitement. Rose was already walking up to the slab and taking her place at the line to Gary's right where the trainer stands during the Battle, her Pokeball in hand.
"I see someone is eager to get this show on the road! Now, I want you two to come up here too." Gary commands, pointing to the line in front of him and to his left opposite from Rose. Confused, Blaze and Johnny make their way to the designated spots. When Blaze gets his Pokeball out, he stares at the Professor questioningly, "Professor, I thought Pokemon Battles were usually conducted between only two Trainers... How can all three of us attend the same Battle?" Rose and Johnny also give Gary the same stare, obviously wanting to ask the same question.
However, Gary just smirks as if expecting the question, "Very true, Blaze. Most Pokemon Battles are conducted between only two Trainers. However, there are Battles that occur that can have four Trainers. These types of battles are Double Battles, which can be fought by two Trainers with two Pokemon each, or four Trainers with one Pokemon each. There are also Triple Battles, which are battles where there are six Pokemon on the field at once, usually one Trainer with three Pokemon on each side, but there are a few times when Triple Battles are played out with six Trainers, each using one Pokemon. Although that is rare. Finally, there is also the Rotation Battle, where three Pokemon are on the field at one time, but only one Pokemon may attack or be attacked. This form of Pokemon Battle takes a lot of on-spot strategic planning since a Pokemon can be Rotated at any time with any one of the other two Pokemon on their team."
Rose wasn't satisfied, "Very insightful Professor... but how does that explain what we're doing now?"
Gary just stares at her, "True, what we are doing has nothing to do with any of the Battle Types that I have mentioned. This Battle type, rarely used, is called a Battle Royal. In this Battle format, there are an uneven number of Trainers so the only solution, to make it fair, is to all battle at once. Every Pokemon is an enemy and the last one standing is the winner. There is no limit to how many Trainers participate in this kind of Battle. The record so far was around thirty five Trainers during an event in Celadon City about twenty years ago. Now keep in mind that this Battle Type is also considered the most dangerous because so many Pokemon battling at once tend to cause injuries and the more Pokemon involved, the greater chance of a major injury that could bench your Pokemon for days, weeks, even months. Try to stay away from these battles when there are more than six Trainers involved.
"Now there is also a reason why I am having you all battle in this format..." Gary's expression changed from cheery to grim as quick as the blink of an eye. "This Battle Type is commonly used among criminal organizations and terrorists... In the event that you come across a group of them and they outnumber you, you need to know how to handle the situation. Team Rocket was especially known for this, usually outnumbering one Trainer six to one. Remember, they will not play fair. All they care about is winning and taking your Pokemon. Thankfully, however, Team Rocket has long since disbanded you shouldn't really have to worry about it, although the knowledge is still good to have. So, with that being said, let's get started!"
As he finished his explanation, Gary then walks over to the remaining line and pulls out a Pokeball. Everyone just stares at him curiously. He just nods and throws his Pokeball in the air, and in a flash of light, a young Eevee is released and it lands elegantly in front of Gary. "Meet Umbreon's daughter. She was hatched only about a week ago and has little Battle experience, just like your Pokemon." The young Eevee just gave them an excited squeak and got into a pouncing position.
Rose threw her Pokeball and out came her Bulbasaur, who landed on all fours and glared at the Eevee. Blaze released his Charmander, who immediately began to chase its tail, stopping with a single stare from Blaze. Finally, Johnny releases his Squirtle, who slips and lands on its back, struggling to get back up due to its shell limiting its movements. Johnny helps it up, pats it on the head, then walks back over to his line.
Gary then looks over to Lucas, who was petting Umbreon, "Light! How about you be the referee for our match?" Lucas's face just lit right up as he ran to the referee's stand and sat in the chair at the top, giving him a great view of the whole slab. Umbreon followed him up to the top and sat in his lap and Blastoise sat tat the base of the stand, readying a cannon to fire and signal the start of the battle at Lucas's command. As he raised his hand, Lucas took the time to acknowledge all four of them with a quick glance. Seeing the readiness in all of their eyes, he drops his hand and Blastoise fires what looks like a ball made of water into the air. Nobody moved as the ball slowed down, then began to return to the ground. Once it splashed into the middle of the slab, the Battle officially began.
The first one to move was Bulbasaur, who moved quickly at Squirtle. "Bulbasaur use Tackle!" Bulbasaur picks up speed and throws itself at Squirtle, who jumps up and over Bulbasaur. Still in the air, Squirtle follows up with a Tackle attack of his own and drops down on Bulbasaur, stopping him in place. "Way to go Squirtle! Now jump up and Tackle again!" As Squirtle jumps up to repeat the attack, Blaze's Charmander catches Squirtle in mid-air with a Scratch attack to the arm, causing him to miss by a few inches as he landed.
"Again Charmander!" Blaze commanded, and Charmander Scratched Squirtle again, this time catching the softer shell on his stomach and knocking him onto his back. As Squirtle struggles to get up, Charmander goes in for the win when Eevee Tackles him so hard that Charmander lands on her head and is slow to get up. Squirtle gets back up, ready to begin round two. Johnny calls out to Squirtle again, "Use Bulbasaur's bulb to propel yourself at Charmander and Tackle it!" Instantly, Squirtle jumps at Bulbasaur, who is just getting his balance, and launches himself into Charmander, knocking her back several feet and flat on her back. Charmander tries to get back up, but Eevee jumps onto her back with a Tackle and knocks her out cold. Lucas waves his hand to his right, "Charmander is unable to battle!"
As Blaze recalls Charmander, Eevee gives a triumphant squeak, then returns to the battle. With one of their competitors down, each of the Trainers, including Gary, start shouting their strategies excitedly to their partners. Bulbasaur launches himself at Squirtle, knocking him on his back, but this time he is prepared for it and uses his tail to increase his momentum and roll to his feet, then tackles back at Bulbasaur, who was also targeted by Eevee. Instead of attacking back, Bulbasaur, at Rose's command lies flan on his stomach, causing Squirtle and Eevee to collide just inches above him, both getting knocked back to the ground. Bulbasaur gave what appeared to be a sort of laughing sound as he tackled back at Eevee, who got hit so hard that she was sent flying several feet and doesn't recover, knocked out. Gary recalls Eevee and now it is down to just Squirtle and Bulbasaur. Once again, Lucas calls out, "Eevee is unable to battle!"
Both of them rush each other head on, both using Tackle, and knock each other back. Johnny changes his strategy slightly and has Squirtle rush back at Bulbasaur, who copies him, only this time Squirtle leaps up and uses Tail Whip and smacks Bulbasaur in the face with his tail, then slams downward at Bulbasaur with Tackle, crushing him between Squirtle and the slab and doesn't get up. Rose recalls Bulbasaur, leaving Squirtle alone on the slab, jumping in triumph. Lucas waves his hand to the side, "Bulbasaur is unable to battle! Squirtle wins!"
Gary walks over to Squirtle and pats him on the head. "Good work little buddy. Now take this over to your Trainer." Gary hands Squirtle a small box, who takes it happily and runs over to Johnny. Openning the box, johnny finds a small bag of what appears to be treats for Squirtle and another small bag with two hundred dollars in it. Shocked, Johnny tries to return the money, but Gary insists that he keeps it. "Trust me, you will need it more than you know. Believe it or not, it costs more than you think just for supplies." After congratulating Johnny and Squirtle, everyone shakes hands and then follow Gary back to the Lab, where he gives them all some Potions and Rick takes their Pokemon to the Lab clinic to heal them up.
As they wait, they all eat dinner, cooked by Gary and Rose, who volunteered to help him. They made beef stew and grilled cheese sandwiches, a simple yet filling dinner. Once they finished, Gary gave them a tour of the Lab. Once the tour was over and the Pokemon were healed, Gary leads them outside to see them off.
"Well, today was a fun day! Tomorrow morning, you will officially be Pokemon Trainers! I wish all three of you the best of luck and if you ever have any questions, or even just want to say hey, your Pokedexes have been upgraded to make video calls and my number is programmed into all three of them. Now then, before it gets too dark, run on home everyone and get a good night sleep." Rose, Johnny, and even Blaze wave goodbye to the Professor and Rick as they all walk home. Lucas, however, walks slowly in the opposite direction towards the beach, obviously upset that he wouldn't be starting his journey with them.
Gary walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Light... In a couple months, that will be you too. How about you come on by next week and we can start designing your Pokedex. My daughter Leanne will be starting her journey at the same time as you and will be here as well. I bet she would love to make a new friend." Lucas looks up at Gary, tears in his eyes, but he manages a nod. Gary then walks back to his lab and Lucas walks home. As Gary locks up the lab, he waves to Rick, who is returning home, and begins to walk to the house across the street. After washing up and wishing his daughter a good night, he lays down in his bed.
They all have potential in their own way... But Lucas... I can't wait to see what kind of Trainer he will become..." he mutters to himself before Umbreon jumps up onto the bed with him and curls up with her head next to his. He strokes her ear and slowly falls asleep.
Edited December 16, 2013 by Raisuga
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Chapter Three X - Midnight Mishap
(Please note that all X Chapters will be typed in this color in case people will want to skip them for an Omorashi-free story. However, seeing as how this is an Omorashi site, I highly doubt that lol.)
Once they all said good bye to the Professor, Johnny, Rose and Blaze started heading home. Noticing that Lucas wasn't with them, Rose looked behind them as they walked, noticing the Professor patting Lucas on the shoulder. It was obvious that Lucas was upset that he wouldn't be joining them on their journey.
"Maybe we should go back and cheer up Light... he seems to be taking it pretty hard..." Rose says, still looking back. Johnny began to slow down and look back too. However, Blaze continued moving forward, no change in his stride, "Leave him be... I've known Lucas for seven years now and he'll just want to be left alone."
"But-" Rose began, but Blaze stops and looks at her, "Rose, he knew how he would feel if he joined us today... Leave him alone. Trust me, he won't want to be bothered tonight anyway." With that last statement, Blaze coninues to head back home. Johnny follows suit, patting Rose on the shoulder and shaking his head at her as if in agreement with Blaze. Still upset, she runs to catch up with her brother, noticing a tingling sensation in her bladder which usually meant that she would need to use the restroom soon. But she knew that she could make it until they got to the house.
After parting ways with Johnny, Blaze and Rose continued to walk home, Rose feeling more desperate by the minute, but was still manageable.
Still a good ten minutes from their house, Blaze surprised Rose by starting the conversation, "I know you're worried about Light... But-"
"Aren't you supposed to be his best friend?!" Rose exclaimed, "He is obviously upset and needs his friends!"
"I am his friend! That's why I told you to leave him be! If anyone knows Light it's me and trust me, us talking to him is the last thing he wants right now!" Blaze retalliated, obvious frustration in both his expression and his voice.
"And what makes you say that?!" Rose shouts
"Because if YOU were in his shoes, what would you want?! Three of your best friends just had the time of their lives battling with their brand new Pokemon right in front of you, reminding you that they are starting their journeys the next morning, which means that you wont see them again until you eventually meet up on your own journey, which is months away! If I were him I would be feeling the same way!" Blaze then looked away, the anger affecting his pace as he walked further ahead of Rose, now furious at her brother.
However, she knew he was right. The best thing would be to leave Lucas alone until they see him in the morning. She then decided that she would try and cheer him up tomorrow when he sees them all off.
Another jolt from her bladder makes her stop in place and cross her legs for a second. After she felt it was safe, she uickened her stride and caught up with Blaze, who was still slightly aggitated. She felt that she should try and apologize, however she was afraid that he might lash out again.
Once they got home, she walks to the bathroom only to find, to her horror, that the bathroom door was closed and locked, which meant that someone was currently in there. She could faintly hear the sound of the shower running which meant that they would probably be in there for a good while, so she decides to wait in her room.
Turning her light on, she walks over to her dresser and gets dressed into something more comfortable; a pair of tight blue cotton sweatpants with a matching t-shirt. Taking care to fold the clothes she was just wearing, knowing that she would be wearing them again the next day, she places them on top of her bag then plops right on her bed and pulls out the Pokeball containing her Bulbasaur. For a few minutes, she continued to stare at the red and white orb, then she rolled onto her side and dozed off.
Four hours later, she wakes up with a start and crams her hand into her crotch as her bladder twitched painfully. Still dry, she sat up and pressed against her womanhood with both hands to prevent a leak. Slowly, she managed to get out of bed, but the bathroom was on the other side of the house and she didn't have much time. Slowly, still grabbing herself for all it was worth with one hand, she walked with baby steps toward her bedroom door. As she approached the doorway, however, a tiny squirt escapes from her, making her panic and push harder into her crotch. Not daring to take another step until she was sure it was safe, she stands there, legs crossed and slightly beto over. Finally, her bladder calms down enough for her to inspect the damage.
She stretches the material of her pants away from her crotch to get a better view and sure enough, a tiny dark blue dot was right in the middle of the crotch area. REsetting her pants to a comfortable position, she continues to hobble over to the bathroom in baby steps. As she crossed the kitchen, the cold marble floor must have sent a chilling shock to her bladder and once again she lets out another spurt of pee. Grabbing once again for all it was worth, she stands in one place to stop the flow. Once she regained control, she could feel a quarter-sized wet spot in the crotch of her pants.
Panic now overcoming her, she rushed to the bathroom, still grabbing herself and thankful that everyone was asleep.
Finally, the door to the bathroom was in view. As she made to grab the handle, however, she felt her bladder relax and anopther spurt of pee, this time lasting about two seconds, mades its way into her already wet panties. Each time she took another step toward the toilet, she couldn't help but release another spurt of pee. Now it was coming out at a trickle and she couldn't stop it. Wanting to minimize the mess, she steps into the walk-in shower, knowing that she won't be able to get her pants off in time, and slowly lets go. The trickle became a stream and the warm pent up pee soaked the inside of her pants.
Although nobody was watching, she could feel her face burn with embarrassment as she stood there wetting herself. However, along with the embarrassment came intesnse relief as she finally emptied her bladder of all its liquid contents. Once she was finished, she took off her now soaked pants and panties and her shirt, throwing them into the corner of the shower as she turned the water on to wash herself of the pee. She also scrubbed her clothes with soap to get rid of the smell.
Once she was done with her shower, she grabs a towel and wraps her body in it in preparation for the walk back to her room. On the way, however, she stops at the washer and dryer and deposits her wet clothes into the dryer and turns it on so that she can fold them in the morning and put them away. Once in her room, she puts a fresh pair of panties on and a new t-shirt and goes back to sleep.
Edited January 5, 2014 by Raisuga
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Chapter Four - Between a Rock and a Hard Place
As Lucas walks away from the Pokemon Lab with a heavy heart, he looks back at his friends, envying them. All he has ever wanted to do was go on a journey with his friends right by his side as they traveled all over Kanto. However, with two and a half months until his birthday, he has to sit back and watch as his riends begin their journeys without him.
"I knew this was going to happen..." Lucas told himself, "So why does it hurt so much?!" He suddenly breaks out from a walk into a sprint, tears flying from his eyes as he ran. Faster and faster he ran, running as if he could escape the pain just from the speed alone. He wanted nothing more than to feel happy for them, however at this very moment, for whatever reason, he felt nothing but anger. Not at his friends, but at himself.
Once he reaches the beach, he finally slows down and kneels in exhaustion at the water's edge. Panting uncontrollably, he stares out at the sea, tears still streaming down his face. For almost an hour, he stares at the water, its constantly moving surface reflecting the crescent moon and the stars in the black sky.
"If only I were a little older... not much... just a couple months... Then I would've been able to join them!" He cried to himself, laying back and clenching a clod of wet sand and throwing it towards his feet. Lucas then begins to stare at the moon; the night sky always mystified him. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe there were some Pokemon that came from the moon...
Finally calming down, he starts to get up and walk home. In the corner of his eye, however, he sees something shine between a couple of rocks. Curiosity overcoming him, he goes to examine the source of the shine. Approaching cautiously in case it's a Tentacool, which tend to be rather aggressive while on land, he moves one of the rocks aside to reveal what looked like an oddly shaped stone. Sensing no danger from the stone, he picks it up.
It was oval shaped and about the size of his hand. It was a dull yellow color with splashes of purple here and there. Upon closer inspection of the stone's pattern, he then realizes what he was holding; a Pokemon Egg! Excitement began to course through him as he ran back home, taking care to not drop the egg. Twice he nearly tripped in his excitement, but he never lost his grip on the egg. Finally getting home, he takes his time to catch his breath before he walks inside.
As he begins to untie his shoes, he could hear footsteps approaching. Two seconds later his mother, long black hair with green eyes like Lucas and about two inches taller than he was. "Do you have any idea how late it is?!"
"Honestly, no Mom. I'm sorry... I guess I lost track of time..." He said cautiously. She didn't look it, but she was easy to anger.
"It's midnight! I know you went to the Lab with your friends, but that is no excuse to be THIS late! What we're you doing?!" She glared at him demandingly. He then explained to her everything but his envy towards his friends. He even showed her the egg. When she picked it up, she couldn't help but shed a tear. MAny in Pallet Town knew that in her days of being a Trainer, she was a rather famous Pokemon Breeder.
Handing the egg back to Lucas carefully and gently, she told him to wait in his room. Heading upstairs, he goes into his room and sets the egg carefully on a pillow and just stares at it.
"My very own Pokemon egg! I can't believe it! Maybe if it hatches soon enough, the Professor will allow me to use it as my Starter Pokemon!" He said cheerfully, smiling all the while. He was still staring at the egg when his mother came in with devices that he couldn't recognize and a book. After placing the items on his desk, she handed him the book, titled "Breeding Basics and Egg Care" and also stared at the egg.
"I have a feeling that you aren't going to be sleeping tonight, so I figured I would help you set up an incubator for your egg." She said, pointing to the strange device, which he now recognized as one of the smaller incubators that he always watched his mom used them in the daycare she ran outside Cerulean City before they moved to Pallet Town eight years ago.
It was as if she knew just the right thing to cheer him up. He hastily moved over to the incubator and helped her put it together. Once it was finished, he plugged it into the wall and placed his hand on the incubator, which looked like a small nest about a foot wide, and felt it for warmth. The soft padding felt like it was made from foam. Once it warmed up enough, he let his mother feel the pad. She nodded, indicating that he can put the egg on it. Gently, he grabbed the egg off his pillow and placed it on the incubator and watched as it sank about halfway down into the pad.
"Now Luke. Be sure to only turn on the incubator at night and unplug it in the morning. During the day, you're going to want to put it near the window so the sun will warm it. That's what this stand is for." She told him, handing him what looked like a ring with four legs. "Too much heat can injure the Pokemon's growth. This is why most Pokemon will heat their egg or eggs at night by laying on them and then will leave them during the day to soak in the sun's warmth instead."
"But if heat can hurt it, won't the sun's heat damage it too?" Lucas asked curiously.
"The sun's heat isn't as direct as the heat from the incubator. It won't smother it like the incubator will. That's why I would always take the eggs outside at the daycare in the mornings." She explained, pointing to the book. "That will tell you everything you need to know. Now don't stay up too late. I'm going to bed." She told him with a kiss on the forehead. As she walked toward the bedroom door, Lucas thanked her and she replied with a smile and shut the door.
All night he read the book, learning all kinds of techniques for raising a baby Pokemon including how, what, and when to feed it. Eventually he came across the Identification Section, which showed known eggs and their patterns. Of all the eggs that he saw in that chapter, only three of them looked like his egg. He also noticed a single phrase on one of the pages, "An egg's pattern is only seen near the final stages of its incubation. Many use the pattern as an indicator of which Pokemon may be inside of it. Note that it is not one hundred percent accurate, for there have been many cases of eggs taking on a pattern and the resulting Pokemon had othing to do with the said pattern, making content prediction very unpredictable."
For hours he continued to read the book, glancing at the egg from time to time. He wondered what Pokemon could be inside. Noticing how tired he was, he glanced at his clock to find out that it was five in the morning. He put the book on his nightstand next to the incubator and crawled into bed, still staring at the egg.
"Well whatever you are... Just know that I won't judge you. You will be awesome no matter what Pokemon you turn out to be." He said, starting to feel his eyelids grow heavy. Just as he began to shut his eyes, he could've sworn that he saw the egg wiggle slightly. However, he was now too tired to believe that it actually moved and fell asleep.
Edited January 7, 2014 by Raisuga
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Chapter Five - Departure
Morning came all too soon as Lucas heard a knock on the door. Still tired from the lack of sleep, he groans and stretches as he looks at the clock. It was only seven thirty in the morning. Once again, he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in..." Lucas replied grumpily. Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he hears the door open, followed by this mother's voice, "Your friends are here to see you. I told them that you would probably want to sleep in a little, but Rose insisted."
"Okay... Tell them I will be there in a minute..." He replies as his mother shuts the door. Slowly, he walks over to the dresser and begins to undress from the clothes of the day before. As he is getting dressed, however, the door opens and Rose walks in, "Geez Light! How long are you gonna keep us wai-" An awkward silence lingers over them as they stare at each other, both blushing as Light stands there in just his boxers. Rose, letting out an embarrassed squeak-like noise, quickly turns away from him while he finished getting undressed.
While he put on his clothes, she notices the incubator and begins examining it. "Is this what I think it is?" Rose asks. Still shirtless, he walks over to Rose and looks at the egg. "Yeah, I found it at the beach last night! Pretty cool, right?" He replied, shirt forgotten in his hand.
"Yeah it is! How long until it hatches?!" She asked, still staring at the egg.
"I don't know... According to the book my mom gave me last night, it shouldn't take too long since it has a pattern on it. Although I could've sworn it moved last night before I fell asleep." He said, picking up the egg with his free hand and placing it in the stand near his window as instructed last night by his mother. "I kind of wish that I knew what Pokemon was inside of it though... I don't know what to feed it when it hatches... The book says that most newly-born Pokemon can just be fed milk for a couple weeks... however it also says that some Pokemon need to be fed whole foods at birth. I swear if this thing hatches into a Snorelax or a Munchlax I'll be in some serious trouble." Lucas joked, making Rose laugh too.
"I'm sure the Professor will help you out. Now I have one more question..." Rose said sheepishly.
"What would that be?"
"Can you... um..." She pinches her shirt and gives it a slight tug then points at him, blushing slightly. It takes him a minute to understand.
"Oh right! Sorry!" He says, putting his shirt on and tucking it in, then grabbing his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder. "Wait... what am I apologizing for? You're the one who just barged into my room while I was half naked!" He said teasingly, making her blush again.
"Oh shut up!" She retalliated, crossing her arms. "How was I supposed to know?!"
"There's this thing called knocking that most people do before entering a room... Maybe you should give it a try." He replied, smiling and winking at her. She just rolled her eyes and walked out before him as he shut the door behind him. As they walked into the living room, he looked around expecting to see Johnny and Blaze, however, neither one were to be found. "Huh... maybe they're outside..." Lucas said, heading over to the front door. Outside, there was still no sign of them. Sorrow began to overcome him. Noticing this, Rose walks over to him and lays a hand on his shoulder.
"Cheer up Light... I'm sure they're still around. Well, Johnny should be at least... You know my brother... He never did like to say good bye to people..." she said soothingly, trying to cheer him up. He just leans up against the fence and sighs.
"You would think that they would wait five minutes..." Light said, slightly depressed. All of a sudden he hears a ringing sound. Rose pulls her Pokedex out of her bag's front pocket and opens it to answer the call. It was Johnny.
"Hey Rose, is Blaze with you?" Johnny asked.
"No we thought he was with you." Rose replied.
"Damn it! He better not have left yet!" Johnny said, anger obvious in his voice.
"Why what happened? Why would he leave without saying good bye to Light?! Those two are best friends!"
"I know... but he's been acting strange all morning, wouldn't you agree?"
Rose looked as if deep in thought. "Now that you mention it... he's been acting strange the last few days..." She replied.
"Well I'm sure he would have a good reason for leaving so suddenly..."
"Speaking of which, why did YOU leave?!"
"I forgot something at my house and I'm on my way back now. I just thought that maybe Blaze was still there."
"Okay we'll wait for you at Light's house then." She said, closing the Pokedex. She was obviously worried about Blaze, although you could see the frustration in her eyes. Light walked up to her and asked cautiously, "You think Blaze's okay? It's true that he's been acting wierd that last week or so... but still, you can never tell what Blaze is thinking... maybe he DID have a good reason for leaving so suddenly."
She didn't reply. Instead, she walked over to the stone bench near the garden. She started shaking slightly, obvously crying. As he approached her, Light stopped next to the bench to see if she would object to him being near her. When no such objection came, he sat next to her, not knowing what to do to cheer her up. Instinct came over him and he reached for her opposite shoulder. Once his hand was on her shoulder, she nudged closer to him and they sat together like that while she calmed down.
Once she stopped crying, she wiped the tears from her eyes, "Sorry that you saw that... I'm just upset because I know how hard it must be for you to see the three of us leave when you still have such a long toime before you can leave too... And Blaze just leaving like that just made things worse..."
"It's okay Rose." He said, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. "Blaze puts on that tough guy act... but I know that he didn't intend to hurt anyone. I'm sure he just got a little impatient and left before he couldn't anymore... I mean, yeah I'm upset that he left, but I can understand..." He smiled at her, who smiled back. For a few minutes, they just stared into each others' eyes. Suddenly, someone walks up to them.
"Umm... am I interrupting?" It was Johnny, who was staring at them both with a smirk on his face. Quickly they both stood up and took a step away from each other. Johny just laughs and starts to walk away, "Well anyway, shall we get going?" he asks, still walking towards the road. They run to catch up with him.
Twenty minutes of chatting, and a lot of teasing from Johnny and a punch to his arm from Rose, they finally reach Route 1. They all just stand there, none of them saying a word as they stared off into the horizon. Finally, Johnny says his good byes and starts to head out before Rose, claiming that if he stayed much longer he would never leave. Rose and Light just stared at Johnny until he couldn't be seen.
After about ten minutes of silence, Light turns to Rose, "Well... I guess you should get going..." he tells her, making no attempt to hide the sadness in his voice. For a minute she didn't respond, instead she flings her arms around him and hugs him. He could feel his face growing bright red. Slowly he returned the gesture. Finally she let go and ran off, waving back and smiling as she did so. He waved back. It wasn't until she could barely be seen anymore when he finally started to walk home. He couldn't help but remember how it felt to hug Rose, how warm she felt... how comforting it was to hold her... the smell of strawberries from the perfume she was wearing still lingered on his clothes...
It was no mystery that he liked her, and he was pretty sure that she liked him too. However, valuing the friendship they had, he never questioned her about her feelings and decided that she would talk about it when she felt like it.
As he walked back home, he hears something running up to him. He turns around to find an Umbreon, more than likely the Professor's, running up to him. Once she was close enough, he kneels down to let her sniff his hand. She nuzzles his hand and allows him to pet her, purring as he did.
"Hey there... Is the Professor nearby?" Umbreon just continued to purr as he scratched behind her ear. Once he stopped, he noticed that there was something tied to her leg. As he reached for it, Umbreon lifted her paw and allowed him to untie it from her leg. It was a message from the Professor to him.
"Lucas,
I know it must be hard for you to see your friends leave. I was worried about you last night so I figured I would invite you to come over tomorrow so we can work on your Pokedex design. I figured that might help cheer you up a bit.
Gary.
P.S. Bring the egg with you. your mother called me and told me about it and I might have a little something that might help you out a little bit."
Once he finished reading the letter, he pet Umbreon on the head and thanked her. She wagged her tail and said, "Umbree!" before running off towards the direction of the Lab. Once he got back home, he went back to the kitchen and made a sandwich to satisfy his growling stomach. Once he finished, he went back upstairs and looked at the window to see how the egg was doing, only to find an empty shell and a trail of egg shell pieces that led to his bed. Excited, he looked under the bed to find nothing but dust and a pair of socks that he was looking for.
It was when he heard a small squeak that he looked on top of his bed and sure enough, curled up in his blanket, was a small Abra that could fit in the palm of his hand.
Edited January 8, 2014 by Raisuga
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Chapter Six - An Unusual Encounter
"PROFESSOR!!!" Lucas shouted as he flung the door to the Pokemon Lab open with one hand, the other held close to his chest. Gary, who was working on some paperwork at his desk, jumped out of his seat wide-eyed in shock at the sudden entrance. Umbreon, who was sleeping in Gary's lap, gave an aggravated yowl as she hit the floor. Slowly, and out of breath, Lucas walked over to him, "It... the egg... It hatched!" He said, panting heavily.
Gary, ignoring Umbreon's swat to his leg, gave him a puzzled glance, "Did you run all the way here?! Your house is about a twenty minute walk from-"
"I know I know... But look!" Lucas held out the hand that was held cupped to his chest to reveal the baby abra. Gary stared at it for a moment, then slowly reached out for it. With a nod from Lucas, Gary gently lifted the abra into his hands. Right away he could tell that it wasn't an ordinary abra. For starters, it had what appeared to be a type of gem, white in color, on its forehead, the ring patern on its tail was a teal color, the natural armor that every abra wore, although it was soft now since it was just born, was also a teal color. However, what stood out the most was that its eyes were open, revealing a blue left eye and a red right eye.
"Well now... I didn't expect it to hatch so soon..." Gary said, still examining the baby pokemon.
"Neither did I. Although I will admit I saw it wiggling around last night before I went to sleep. I thought it was just my eyes playing tricks on me from being up so late..." Lucas explained, finally starting to catch his breath.
"I see..." Gary muttered, still staring at the abra, who was now stretching its arms out. Gary wiggled the finger it was reaching for and it squeaked excitedly. The sudden noise seemed to get Umbreon's attention, who was now staring at Gary's hand with her head cocked slightly to one side. "I take it that it was its odd appearance that made you rush over here today instead of tomorrow?" Gary asked Lucas, who nodded his response. Gary walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle and gave it to Lucas, who practically drained three quarters of the bottle in one gulp.
"Thanks Professor." Lucas said as he sat down. "So what do you think of it?" He asked, pointing to the abra.
"To be honest Luke... I have no idea what to think. I have never seen an abra like this. Even an abra with an odd color doesn't look like this." Gary replied, walking over to his desk, sitting down again and pulling up a picture of an odd-colored abra. From what Lucas could tell, the only thing that was different was that its natural color was just a little brighter, and its eyes were definitely closed. He looked back to the abra, who was now sitting on the desk staring at him and being closely watched by a curious Umbreon from Gary's lap.
Suddenly Lucas felt an odd chilling sensation, similar to the feeling of getting ice cold water dumped on you, that started from his head and made its way down to his toes, making him shudder slightly. A couple of seconds later he felt it again. Gary stared at him, concerned.
"Are you okay?" Gary asked, "If you need the bathroom it's right over there." he pointed toward the door behind the table where Rose, Blaze and Johnny got their first pokemon. Lucas just shook his head.
"No I'm okay. Just got a chill all of a sudden..." He stared at the abra again and felt another chill. "I think it has something to do with the abra."
"Well I'll have Rick take a look at it. Maybe he can reveal a few things about our mysterious friend here. Ah! Speak of the devil!" Gary said, spotting Rick as he walked into the lab from the back. Gary signalled for him to come over. Walking over to the desk, Rick immediately noticed the abra and stared at it in awe.
"What kind of-" Rick started, but Gary cut him off. "That was what I was going to ask you to find out for us. This abra hatched from the egg that Lucas found yesterday. I've never seen such a drastic change in a pokemon's appearance before and I was hoping that maybe you would be able to find out a thing or two." Although he tried to look serious, excitement still showed in Rick's face as he gently picked up the abra and took it over to the clinic on the second floor. Concern shot across Lucas's face.
"He's not going to do any wierd experiments on it is he?" he asked Gary, who shook his head with a grin.
"No, he's just going to give it a check-up. You see, Rick used to be a breeder like your mother before he came to work for me. Of course, he still handles the eggs that are found in the habitats. The only thing that he's going to do is draw a little blood to see if it's healthy, check the gender, stuff like that. Nothing to worry about." Gary said calmly, soothing Lucas's worry. "Well, since you're here, we might as well get started on your pokedex design. I'll call Leanne too so you two can meet and design your pokedexes together." he said, pulling out his cell phone.
For about thirty seconds, only Umbreon's purring could be heard. Finally the professor's voice broke the silence, "Hey Leanne. Come on over to the lab... No we're doing it today instead since Lucas is already here... I don't know, they're your clothes, not mine. Just pick something and come on over. All we're doing is designing your Pokedexes... Okay we're at my desk... Bye." Once he hung up, he sighed, "As if I know anything about women's fashion." He said, chuckling.
About ten minutes later, a girl walked into the lab dressed in a blue skirt and white t-shirt, her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail with a blue ribbon and she was maybe an inch shorter than Lucas. As she walked over to the desk, she stopped next to Lucas, "Hi! I'm Leanne! Nice to officially meet you!" She said in a cute and bubbly manner as she held her hand out. As Lucas stood up and shook her hand, he introduced himself to her and then they both sat down.
"Okay then, now that the both of you are here..." Gary said, digging through one of the drawers in his desk and pulling out what looked like a sketch pad and a pencil. "Let's get started."
For about an hour, they worked on Leanne's design: a person who looked like a jolteon playing the guitar, behind him was a girl that resembled a vaporeon was playing the drums, and in the microphone next to the joteon guy was a girl that looked like a flareon singing into a microphone. Finally, when Lucas suggested musical notes floating around them, it was finished. It did look pretty cool and the notes gave it just the right touch that made it seem like the image would come to life and perform for them personally. Gary carefully tore the page out of the sketchbook and put it into the fax machine next to his computer.
"Okay, I sent it. I'll have it ready for you when you start your journey." Gary told Leanne, whose attention was fixated on the clinic door upstairs ever since Rick swore loudly a minute ago. "Don't worry, he probably hit his head on the shelf in there again. Anyway, your turn Luke."
"I don't know what I want yet Professor... I need a minute to think." Gary nodded and asked Leanne to acompany him into the kitchen to help prepare lunch. Luke was about to join them when Gary insisted that he stay and think about his design. No matter how hard he tried, however, he couldn't think of anything that really clicked with him. Even as they ate some chicken salad sandwiches and started to help him brainstorm ideas, he still couldn't decide.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, it's open." Gary said. The door slowly opened and a Pikachu came rushing in, causing Umbreon to jump off of Gary's lap and start playing with it. Once the door was fully opened, a tall man with shoulder-length shaggy black hair and brown eyes, wearing a long blue coat that trailed to his ankles with a white t-shirt underneath, jeans and black boots walked into the lab and over to the desk
"How've you been Gary? Long time no see." The stranger said, smiling as he embraced Gary in a one armed hug. "What's it been, seventeen years now? Damn you're even getting gray hair like your gramps!" he laughed. Gary laughed in return.
"Nah, it's more of a silver color. Makes me look destinguished. When are you going to stop dying your hair to hide all the gray YOU have?" Gary teased.
"What?! This is all natural!" the stranger replied, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Still a ball-buster I see. Glad to see you haven't changed much."
"Likewise Ashey-boy! You need to visit more often." Gary replied. "Just because you're a master trainer now doesn't mean you can't come to visit us every once in a while. At the mention of the name Ashey-boy, Lucas's jaw just dropped. Right in front of him, in the very same room as him, was one of Pallet Town's finest pokemon trainers and his idol; Ash Ketchum.
Edited January 14, 2014 by Raisuga
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Chapter Seven - Sai
For the next hour, all of Lucas's attention was focused on Ash as he talked to Gary. Who could blame him though? His idol was sitting right next to him. Lucas was so nervous, even when Ash introduced himself he couldn't speak. It was Leanne who brought him to his senses by nudging his arm.
"I'm sorry sir! What did you say?" Lucas asked suddenly. Ash only chuckled and repeated the question.
"What is your name?" Lucas had trouble at first, but he eventually found the words.
"I'm Lucas, sir. Lucas Ivere." He said.
"You don't have to call me sir, Lucas." Ash said, patting Lucas's shoulder.
"Why not?" Lucas asked respectfully. Ash was about to answer when Gary interrupted him.
"Because he REALLY likes to be called ma'am." Gary joked, laughing. Ash just rolled his eyes and gave him the middle finger.
"At least I have the hair for it. By the looks of it you won't have hair for much longer." Ash retaliated, winking at Lucas as he did so. Lucas could finally feel himself becoming less nervous as he saw how easy going and laid back Ash truly was, and not stuck up and demanding of respect like other master trainers. Currently there are only seven master trainers in the world: Lilly the Enchanter, Roran the Brute, Adrian the Tempest, Jennifer the Torrent, Ricka the Toxic, Ash the Bolt, and finally was the mysterious seventh master trainer, who only reveals themself to those who have beaten the other six master trainers. The only known bit of information that almost everyone knows is their master trainer title, The Ragnarok. Only three trainers have ever been able to challenge them, only to find a defeat so devastating that all three have given up on their journeys, one even lost their sanity, constantly saying that he had the powers of a pokemon.
"So Lucas, I hear that you are starting your journey soon. Have you decided what pokemon you are going to start off with?" Ash asked him, although Gary answered for him.
"Actually, he technically already has a pokemon... A rather unusual one, however..." Gary said seriously, staring over to the Clinic door.
"Oh? What's so unsusual about it?" Ash replied, also staring at the clinic door.
"You'll see when Rick finishes the check-up. It just hatched this morning accordingto Luke." Gary told him. Ash, figuring that he won't get any more answers until the pokemon was brought back to Lucas, he continues to talk to Lucas.
"Well if that's the case, who WOULD you have picked if you could?" Ash asked, curiosity apparent in his eyes.
"Well, I was thinking about choosing a charmander. Although I would have loved to start off with a Pikachu like you did! Pikachu is my favorite pokemon!" Lucas said, smiling. Ash couldn't help but smile back as he looked at what could have easily been him at that age.
"Maybe one day you'll find one for yourself. Let me tell you a little secret. In Viridian Forest, it is said that hidden somewhere in the thickest area of the forest is a huge oak tree where a pack of pikachu live. Nobody has ever seen it though, but it could be true. They are usually seen on the western side of the forest, so maybe that's where the tree is, if it even exists." Ash told him, winking. Lucas's eyes and smile widened at the news. If there truly was a pack of Pikachu in Viridian Forest, he was going to look for it. About fifteen minutes later, Rick returns with the abra. Everyone stood up to await the results of the check-up.
"Well, he's definitely healthy, no question there. Oh yeah, he's a boy." Rick said, handing the abra back to Lucas. Once again he felt the chilling sensation rush through him as he stared into the abra's eyes. finally looking away, he looked at Ash who was staring at the abra. However it wasn't a look of intrigue, but one of seriousness.
"What's wrong Ash? Lucas and Gary asked in unison. Ash ignored them and moved closer to Lucas, inspecting the abra thoroughly. Now his serious look turned to what appeared to be an odd misture of happiness and sorrow; his face showed a smile, however his eyes looked grim.
"Nothing... it's nothing." Ash reassured them. "That's not a shiny, is it?"
"That's what I thought at first, but a shiny abra only has a lighter complexion... it certainly doesn't look like that." Gary answered. All of a sudden, Lucas felt another chill, only this time it lasted longer and he could have sworn he heard a whisper, but shrugged it off. When he looked around, he noticed that everyone was staring at him with concern.
"What?" Lucas asked.
"You sort of went rubber-kneed." Leanne replied.
"I did? When?"
"Just now!" She said, worry written all over her face. Even he was concerned now. How could he not notice something like that? Everyone was silent for about thirty seconds when Gary spoke up.
"Well, this abra is nameless. I say you should give it a nickname Luke." Gary told Lucas. He thought for a minute, then he felt another chill. He heard the whisper again, only this time it was a little easier to understand, Sai.
"Sai?" Lucas said, looking around to find out who whispered to him.
"What're you doing?" Leanne asked.
"Someone whispered to me."
"Luke, nobody said a word..." Gary replied, concern in his expression again. He heard it again, Sai... Name... Sai. It was a child's voice, that much was clear from the childish tone. The voice seemed to struggle to speak, Sai... Name... Sai... Daddy. With the last word, however, he knew exactly where it came from: it was his abra!
"Sai. I'll name him Sai." He told everyone, holding Sai close to his chest. Once again he felt the chill, only this time it stayed in his head as an image appeared in his mind. There was a man holding what appeared to be a sword. He had long black hair that reached his waist and was wearing a black jacket that trailed down to his ankles like Ash's. He couldn't see the man's face since his back was turned as he looked toward the horizon of a beach at sunset. Once the image faded into his memories, he grabbed the sketchbook himself and started to draw the image, finally deciding on his pokedex's design.
About an hour later, everyone started to leave. Leanne was first, claiming that she had violin practice. As Ash and Lucas went to leave, however, Gary stopped Lucas and handed him what looked like a necklace with a strange-looking black and white orb on it with a red line seperating the two colors. Lucas stared at Gary, puzzled.
"It's my new pokeball design. I call it the celestial ball. It can detach from the necklace and be used as a regular pokeball." Gary explained. Lucas the took the ball off the chain and pressed the center of the celestial ball, causing it to go into active mode. Now that it was bigger, he noticed a white crescent, ponting up with a line reaching out from the center of it and stopping just shortly past the points on the crescent. He understood now why Gary was giving this to him, so he tapped Sai with it and into the ball he went. As soon as the ball closed, however, he felt a wave of fear and dread spread throughout his body. As soon as the ball stopped shaking in his hand, signalling that Sai was registered to the celestial ball, he let him back out. He was shaking terribly, obviously afraid.
"Maybe I should wait until he's a little older..." Lucas thought, staring at Gary.
"He does look pretty shaken up over it... Maybe you're right. By the way, that design of yours is amazing! Even the company who puts the designs on the pokedexes sent a reply saying it was one of the best they've seen!" Gary praised. Lucas thanked him and said goodbye as he walked out the door to find that Ash was waiting outside for him.
"Hey Luke. That abra of yours... guard him well. There's a new group forming that's stealing pokemon and using them for wierd experiments. They're still small time, but they are looking for unusual pokemon... and let's face it, that abra is pretty unusual." Ash said seriously, staring at both him and Sai. "Anyway, I'll be in town for a few months visiting my mother. I'll see you around." He said, walking away and heading toward the beach.
Once Lucas got home, his mother immediately looked at Sai and gently picked him up from his hand. She was just as stunned as everyone else at his strange color and the fact his eyes were open didn't ease the feeling. Finally getting Sai back from her, he went upstairs and got dressed into his night clothes and decided that he would go to bed early. Sai was staring at him from the bed and once again he heard the whisper, Daddy. Now he knew he wasn't hearing things: Sai was somehow attempting to talk to him mentally!
"It's Lucas. Sorry buddy, but I'm not your daddy... But I would love for us to be friends." Lucas said to Sai, smiling.
Not... Daddy?
"Sorry, but no... I only found you as an egg." Lucas explained.
Lu... cas... friend?
"Yeah. I'm your friend." Lucas said, laying on the bed and picking up Sai and placing him on his chest. "Now and forever,"
Lucas... Sai... Friends... Forever. With those words, Sai started to fall asleep on Luke's chest. It wasn't long before Luke fll asleep too.
For the next seven weeks, Luke fed and took care of Sai, making sure that his mother didn't spoil him too much. Surprisingly, Sai didn't eat much. Usually just once a day he would drink a small four ounce bottle of milk, as was instructed by his mother, and he was content. Within the first week Sai grew twice in size and learned how to stand on two feet. Walking wasn't an option until the next week though, when his body was a little more developed.
After a month, Sai was fully grown, standing at about two inches above Luke's knee. His armor became harder and his speech became clearer as well and was now able to form full sentences mentally to Luke. By the end of the second month, Luke had figured out how to talk to Sai mentally as well, causing his mother to freak out every so often whenever they would start laughing together over something they talked about in their mental link. Sai's laugh was kind of high pitched, but sounded oddly human.
Ash even came by to check on them from time to time. The first time he brought a young boy about his age with him, his son Derek. He looked exactly like Ash except his hair was short and light brown and his eyes were a light blue. He also sported a jacket similar to Ash's, only his was white and sleeveless and wore a long sleeve black shirt underneath tucked into a pair of black jeans. They immediately became good friends with a lot of similar intrests, including music, foods, hobbies, and even had a Pichu, obvioulsy the child of Pikachu, that played with Sai all day long. When Ash told Luke that Derek would be starting his journey the same day as he was, he shouted with joy and suggested that they should travel together. Derek almost instantly agreed. Then he had the idea to invite Leanne, so he called her and gave her directions to his house. When they asked her, she agreed and hung out with them the rest of the day, listening to Ash's stories from his journey.
Every so often Luke would recall Sai to his pokeball, with Sai's consent of course. Eventually he overcame his fear of it, however he didn't like to be inside of it if he could help it, so Luke decided that maybe Sai could be like Ash and his pikachu and he could just walk with him.
About a week away from the beginning of Luke's journey, Abra had learned how to use Teleport and, oddly enough, Hidden Power. A couple of times he accidentally teleported himself into the bathroom while his mother was in the shower, causing her to freak out and even throw a bottle of shampoo at the wall. It truly was an accident, however, considering that he didn't have it down completely yet. By the night before the start of Luke's journey, he had it mastered with the help of a few old hoola hoops that Leanne had given them to practice with. The objective was for Abra to teleport into the hoop that Luke pointed to.
The night before they would head to the Lab, Luke decided that he, Leanne and Derek should all have a sleepover at his place, with his mom's permission of course, so they could all start their journey together. Most of the evening they spent playing video games and watching movies, but they also went outside to have a battle between Pichu and Sai. Pichu had more training than Sai so it was pretty one sided but Sai did put up quite a fight by constantly using Teleport to throw off Pichu's aim and even managing to hit her with Hidden Power a couple of times before Derek wised up to Sai's pattern and had her use Thundershock on the pole before Sai reappeared, making him think that it was Pichu, but then she aimed another Thundershock at him and made her mark, ending the battle.
Once the battle was over, they all took turns taking showers and cleaning up for bed. They all slept in Luke's room since it ws on the other side of the house from his mother's room so they wouldn't wake her up. The boys were to sleep on the roll-out matresses while Leanne slept on the bed, despite her refusal. Leanne also surprised the boys by getting changed in the same room as them. They couldn't help but blush as they turned away quickly, faces cherry red, once they realized what she was doing. She claimed that she used to share a room with her older brother Kyle and she just got used to dressing around guys. The boys, however, insisted that despite her comfort with dressing in front of other guys that she turn around while they got changed.
Once they were all settled in bed it wasn't long before Derek, Pichu and Leanne were sleeping. Luke, however, was wide awake having a mental conversation to avoid waking them up.
So Sai, are you excited buddy? Luke asked, looking over to Sai, who was laying down on his bed on the bay window ledge.
You know it! I can't wait! I want to see everything we can! Sai replied enthusiastically.
Same here. This will be awesome! Just the five of us, travelling all across Kanto and making new friends along the way...
Speaking of friends... Will I ever get to meet those friends that you keep telling me about?
You mean Blaze, Johny and Rose? I'm sure we'll meet up eventually, however it might be a while since they had a three month head start. Luke sighed deeply as he thought of them, especially Rose... He could still feel the warmth of her body against his as she hugged him that day... Sai sensed this and started to try and cheer him up.
You'll see her again... I know you will. Sai reassured Luke.
I hope so buddy... He replied, staring at the picture of him, Johnny, Blaze and Rose that was on his nightstand and focusing more on Rose than the others. I hope so...
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Chapter Seven X - Holding on for the Thrill
(WARNING! This X Chapter contains sensual content.)
After Lucas's design was faxed, everyone just sat at Gary's desk quietly as Ash told stories of battles he fought ever since he became a master trainer. Leanne just sat there in awe as he told everyone about the time his Pikachu single-handedly took on every pokemon one trainer had, thinking that since he won three of the six league championships that he could take on a master trainer. She was so absorbed into the story that when Ash finished, she finally realized that she needed to pee. As she got up to go to the bathroom, however, Gary got up too.
"Hey Ashey-boy! You think you could beat me again like you did in the Johto League? Or are you too much of a big shot to take on your old rival?" Gary teased, smirking and pulling out a pokeball. Ash quickly responds by pulling out a pokeball of his own.
"You think you can handle the strength that my pokemon and I have together? We are much stronger than we were in the Johto League, you know." Ash replied with the same smirk. With the challenge accepted, both of them head for the slab where Rose, Blaze, and Johnny first battled. Although she really needed to use the bathroom, Leanne figured that she could wait maybe ten minutes or so to see Ash the Bolt in action first-hand, so she follows them outside.
Once at the slab, both Ash and Gary take their places opposite each other and throw their first pokemon into the center. Ash chose his Samurott, who immediately took an offensive stance, pointing its sword-like horn at Gary. Gary chose his Scizor, who stood there calm and collected, both claws pointing down and staring coldly at Samurott. Once they were ready, Rick then took his place in the referee's stand and pulled a coin out of his pocket.
"This will be six against six single battle. The trainer to sucessfully defeat all of the opposing trainer's pokemon will be the victor. There will be no switching out pokemon during the battle unless a pokemon is defeated. Now that the rules have been set, once this coin hits the slab the battle will begin!" Rick then took the coin and tossed it into the air. Everyone watched as it rose into the air, then slowly descend. Leanne hated the suspense since her bladder now had her full attention and throbbed as it continued to fill, causing her to squeeze her thighs together.
Finally, the coin hit the ground and both pokemon moved so fast that they were blurred as they backed away from each other to gain some distance.
"Samurott use Swords Dance, then follow up with Aqua Jet!" Ash commanded. Samurott ponted his horn toward Scizor then moved his head in a circle, causing his horn to glow, then rushed at Scizor with blinding speed, cloaked in a watery aura. Scizor seemed to anticipate the move and jumped to the side to avoid the attack, however, Samurott quickly spun around and aimed for Scizor's back and made contact with his left leg, causing Scizor to kneel when he hit the ground.
"Scizor use Hyper Beam!" Gary shouted to Scizor, who opened his left claw and aimed at Samurott carefully, and fired a huge beam of light at it, however Samurott dodged it and rushed around to Scizor's right side, aiming another Aqua Jet at him. However, Scizor's right claw, which was hidden behind him, suddenly sprung toward Samurott and fired another Hyper Beam and hit Samurott dead on, causing him to fly back several yards and was having a hard time getting up. It obviously hit a critical point.
Samurott struggled to its feet and prepared to attack again, however, Gary already gave his command and Scizor flew in for the win, both claws trailing behind him and swung both arms forward using X-Scissor, hitting Samurott in the chest. Samurott stumbled back with a cry and fell to his side unconcious. Ash recalled Samurott and Gary recalled his Scizor.
Luke groaned as Samurott was recalled, however Leanne's attention was on a different battle: a battle between her and her bladder, which tried to expell its liquid contents three times just from seeing the water that Samurott used for his Aqua Jet attack. She had to cross her legs and squeeze for all it was worth to prevent any leakage.
"What's wrong Ash? You're not holding back, are ya?" Gary taunted, pulling out another pokeball. Ash just laughed as he pulled out his next pokeball.
"You know that I would never do that! Your Scizor was insanely fast! It has the Light Metal ability, doesn't it?" Ash asked. Gary smiled, giving away his answer as he threw out his next pokeball, revealing a Fearow, who spread its wings and pointed its long pointed beak at Ash, who responded with releasing his Pidgeot, who immediately took flight. Gary seemed shocked by the sight of Pidgeot.
"When did you get another Pidgeot?" Gary asked.
"Never did. This is the same one that I gave to that school to help protect the Pidgey and Pidgeotto there. Now that there are several Pidgeot there, my buddy here came looking for me as I went to challenge the other Masters. It was thanks to him that I was able to beat Roran the Brute! Think you can handle him?" Ash said with a grin. With that, Gary's Fearow rushed at Pidgeot, but Pidgeot's speed was no joke as it seemingly disappeared and reappeared behind Fearow and used Wing Attack, connecting with Fearow's back and following up with a Gust attack to push it down closer to the ground, then finished up the combo with a quick attack and struck Fearow right in the back once again, landing a critical blow. Pidgeot then flew up, then straight back down, Fearow still trying to regain control of its descent, and kicked into Fearow's back with its talon, adding more speed to Fearow's descent. Unable to recover, Fearow slams into the slab, the impact causing cracks in the slab.
Both Luke and Leanne gave a pained expression followed with the word "Ouch!" in unison as Fearow came crashing down with Pidgeot on its back. Fearow tried to get up stubbornly, but Gary knew that it was done, so he told it to relax and recalled it. Leanne's bladder gave off another painful twinge, causing her to squeeze her thighs even tighter. No matter what her bladder tried, however, she was determined to see this battle through to the end.
Ash recalled his Pidgeot and readied another pokeball, as did Gary who was still stunned that Fearow couldn't even make a single scratch on Pidgeot. Both trainers threw their third pokemon into battle: Gary's Arcanine and Ash's Meganium. Immediately both pokemon rushed to their trainers affectionately and began licking their faces. After about three minutes of this, they return to the slab and ready themselves for battle.
Ash and Gary shouted their commands and Arcanine was the first to move using Extremespeed. Moving at a speed that almost matched even Pidgeot's speed, Arcanine hits Meganium in the side and almost knocks her over, but she regains her balance and grabs Arcanine with a Vine Whip, lifts him up, and slams him to the ground, then follows up by pulling Arcanine toward her with her vines and jumps over him as he got closer, then dropped down hard using Body Slam. Getting off of Arcanine, Meganium retracts her vines and steps toward the motionless Arcanine, concern and worry in her eyes.
However, Arcanine suddenly appears right behind Meganium and spews a jet of flame from its mouth, the Arcanine on the ground disappearing. The flames completely engulfed Meganium, showing that the Agility and Flamethrower combo worked beautifully. However, as Arcanine shut its mouth to halt the flames, Meganium was revealed cloaked in a pink dome of energy that seemed to be originating from Meganium's now glowing leaves. Gary looked at Meganium, impressed.
"Not bad, Ashey-boy! Your Meganium has some neat tricks! That Light Screen seriously just saved her from a brutal combo."
"Not bad yourself! That was a good use of Agility, and a fine example of it too. I never seen a Pokemon use Agility so well that it could leave a copy of itself behind, but that wasn't all there was to it, was there?" Ash asked.
"So you noticed, huh? Yeah he used Extremespeed to enhance the effect of Agility. It took a lot of practice, but we managed to get it to work." Gary bragged.
The battle resumed with Meganium's petals beginning to shake violently. Gary recognized the signs and shouted frantically for Arcanine to stop Meganium, but it was too late, Meganium unleashed a massive burst of tiny leaves into the air. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, of leaves started raining down onto the entire slab like tiny blades, stabbing Arcanine repeatedly. Leanne recognized the move right away as the Leaf Blizzard attack, one of the most feared grass-type moves there are because of its wide range. Arcanine let our a roar and became engulfed in a flame that rages like an uncontrolable inferno and rushed at Meganium with Flare Blitz, hitting her right in the head and knocking her out. Ash recalled her and Gary called back Arcanine.
Leanne was starting to struggle even more now as she became increasingly desperate. She even began to start kneeling down, resting the heel of her shoe into her crotch to help her tiring muscles hold back the flood. She hoped that the battle wouldnt last much longer, because she knew that she wouldn't.
The next couple of rounds were short-lived: Ash's Gengar, who he claimed to have retrieved from the Saffron City Gym when he went to visit there last year, completely overwhelmed Gary's Electivire, who was too slow to keep up. The battle between Pidgeot and Scizor was ended almost immediately as Scizor, despite his injured leg, was able to keep up with Pidgeot;s speed and ended the battle with a combination of X-Scissor to the wings and a guillotine to the throat and crashed down into the slab just like Fearow earlier. Gengar was almost defeated by Arcanine, but Gengar took advantage of Arcanine's exhaustion from using Flare Blitz and fired a barrage of Shadow Balls at him, knocking him out. It was when Scizor came back out when Gengar was finally brought down by an Agility and Night Slash combination, although Gengar took him with him by using Destiny Bond at the last second before the impact.
As they both recalled their pokemon, Leanne's bladder gave an almighty lurch and she couldn't help but let a spurt escape into her panties, causing her to thrust her hands into her crotch to stem the flow. She was able to stop it, but now there was a smallt damp spot in the crotch of her panties. She looked around, red in the face, to see if anyone noticed. She was relieved to find out that everyone's attention was still focused on the battle.
"Oh god... Please hurry!!!" she whispered desperately to herself. She wanted more than anything to rush to the bathroom and get it over with, but she didn't want to miss this next match, which was a battle between two extremely skilled pokemon. Leanne just kneeled down again and rested her crotch on her heel once more and ontinued to watch.
Now It was Gary's Blastoise against Ash's Charizard.
Charizard was the first to move, rushing at Blastoise only to stop only inches and rush into the sky, causing Blastoise to stagger backward in surprise. He then aimed his cannons and started firing Water Gun in rapid succession at Charizard, who dodged every single one of the attacks with both ease and grace. Charizard then rushed down at Blastoise with the speed of a bullet, his jaws engulfed in flames, and bites Blastoise in the arm with Fire Fang. Then, while he still had Blastoise in his grip, flames started spewing from the sides of his mouth and completely engulfed Blasoise, and the whole slab, in a searing flame. Once the flames died down, Blastoise shook Charizard loose and aimed a cannon at him, firing a Hydro Pump at him. at such a close range, even Charizard couldnt avoid the rushint torrent as it sent him flying back towards the mountain behind Ash.
As soon as the Hydro Pump was released, another spasm from Leanne's overfull bladder caused her to spurt again. She could feel the warmth from the pee against her crotch as she regained control once again.
Charizard, who seemed to be having a hard time getting up, looked over to Ash and nodded. Ash then pulled out a white ring and put it on. He then pointed his hand that the ring was on at Charizard, who started to glow fiercely and, with a roar so strong that it shook the very ground, he became engulfed in a white flame. It was so hot that even Leanne and Luke could feel it from where they stood. From the flames spanned two large wings and a long tail. Eventually the flames subsided and revealed Charizard once more, only he had wings on his arms, his wings were now three times their original size, and the horn on his head was accompanied by two more. It glared at Blastoise with a blank glance.
"Well THIS is a surprise! Then again, I should've known that a Master would know about Mega Evolution. However..." Gary said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring similar to Ash's. "You don't have to be a Master to know Mega Evolution! LET'S GO BLASTOISE!"
Blastoise became engulfed in a sphere of rushing water and emerged with a single giant cannon on his back and two more cannons on his forearm, all three aimed at Charizard. Blastoise fired three high-powered Water Gun attacks at Charizard, who dodged with such speed that it made Pidgeot's speed look like child's play. HE struck Blastoise three times with a high-speed Wing Attack, even managing to leave decent sized cuts in his shell. Blastoise then lowered his arms and fired a continuous stream of water so strong that it propelled him at Charizard and he crashed head-first into Carizard's stomach with a Skull Bash, knockong the wind out of him. Taking advantage of Charizard's temporary weakness, Blastoise propells himself into the air above Charizard, aims all three cannons at him as he began to descent, then fired a huge beam of water at Charizard: the legendary Hydro Cannon attack that only the most powerful of water-type pokemon can master. Charizard, finally catching his breath, retalliated by engulfing himself in a white flame and releasing a powerful Blast Burn toward the incoming Hydro Cannon attack. Once the two attacks collided, a dense fog fell over them. Nothing could be heard or seen...
Finally the steam disapated and revealed both Charizard and Blastoise face down on the slab, both reverted to their original forms, unconcious. Both were recalled and it was all down to this last match: Ash's Pikachu against Gary's Umbreon.
The muscles of Leanne's womanhoon began to tremble as she continued to hold back the raging torrent that threatened to rush out of her at the slightest hint of weakness. She was at her limit and hoped that Umbreon could end the battle quickly. However, Ash's Pikachu was the reason he was given his title and was well known as his strongest Pokemon. Although the same goes for her father and Umbreon. She braced herself for a possibly long battle.
Both pokemon disappeared in the blink of an eye and all anyone could see was the occasional spark from Pikachu and the aura from Umbreon's paws as they clashed at such extreme speeds that both pokemon might as well be invisible. Whenever they were visible, it was when Pikachu used a Thunderbolt or when Umbreon used Dark Pulse, usually each colliding each other and creating a small explosion. For about ten minutes this continued, each trainer become exhausted from the shouting.
Finally, both Pikachu and Umbreon stood still, both of them on their last legs.
"Hey Gary! What do you say we end this? Both of them are exhausted!" Ash called out. Gary responded with a nod and both of them commanded their pokemon with one last command.
"PIkachu use Volt Tacke!"
"Umbreon show 'em your Last Resort!"
Pikachu's fur stood up on end and began to spark with electricity, then finally burst into a cloak of electricity so powerful that all that could be seen of Pikachu was a violently blurred outline, the electric cloak giving off what sounded like a bunch of birds chirping.
Umbreon's fur also stood on end and her eyes glowed fiercely red and pupiless, a violent dark aura erupting up from her paws. Just like Pikachu, Only a violently blurred outline of Umbreon could be seen within the aura, although you could also see her glowing red eyes. She looked like a phantasmal wolf ready to kill anything in her path.
Both of them just stood there, awaiting their orders from their trainers... All that could be heard was the chirping sound of Pikachu's electric cloak...
"GO NOW!!!" Ash and Gary shouted in unison.
Both pokemon rushed at each other, neither one of them slowing their stride and finally collided.
A huge explosion of black and yellow energy rushed outward from the impact. Nothing could be seen due to all the dust kicked up by the explosion...
Leanne's whole body was trembling, not just from the suspense but she was starting to go beyond her limit and she needed to get back to the lab before it was too late.
Finally, the dust cleared to reveal a destroyed slab and the two pokemon, both looking battered, eshausted and barely on their feet. Both couldn't move or else they would fall down and pass out. Eventually, however, both of them fell to the ground unconcious, resulting in a draw. Ash and Gary both walk over to their pokemon and gently picked them up into their arms, congratulated each other, and began to walk back to the lab, Rick hurrying faster than the rest of them, even Leanne whi was in desperate need of a restroom and was walking rather fast.
Once they got back to the lab, however, she noticed the bathroom door close all of a sudden, suggesting that Rick just went in there. Trying not to panic, Leanne goes and sits down next to Luke at the desk, putting her bag on her lap so she could reach under her skirt and press against her crotch, which let out another spurt of pee. Every few seconds, she let out another spurt, each lasting slightly longer than the last. Still Rick wouldnt come out. Finally, she decided that she would just head home and use the bathroom there.
"Hey I'm going to head on home and practice my violin. See you later, Dad. Nice to meet you Luke and Ash." She said, getting up as quickly as she could without aggravating her bladder further, noticing that there was a tiny puddle of pee just sitting there on the leather seat as she pushed it toward the desk, and walked toward the door, her pee slowly trickling out into her panties as she walked out the door. Once the dor was closed, she grabbed herself for all it was worth and ran across the street to find, to her horror, that she must've accidentally locked it on the way out.
Another spurt, this time lasting about three seconds, leaked out and trickled down her thighs. She rushed to the back door and found that it was open, however, her bladder gave one last stabbing contraction and now there was no stopping it as the pee ran down her legs and into the grass.
For about a minute and a half, she stood there, both in total embarrassment and, oddly enough, pleasure. She was actually feeling herself become aroused by the intense relief she felt of finally letting the pee go, and there was just something about the pee running down her legs that completely aroused her. The pleasure became so intense that now the pee was being accompanied by other bodily fluids.
Once she was finished, she was panting heavily. Leanne felt her panties, which were soaked, and walked inside to take a shower. While she was in the shower, she couldn't shake the feeling of being aroused. No matter what she did, the feeling continued to grow. When she got dressed into a pair of blue panties and a long t-shirt, she finally gave into the urge and began to play with herself, moaning loudly. Finally, she gave out a long moan, he body rigid, and eventually relaxing. Panting, she pulled her hand out from her now wet panties and looked back on her day.
Never would she ever dream that she would get so turned on by the feeling of relief you felt from peeing and decided that one day she would have to experiment with this newfound fetish of hers, only this time in a more controlled environment.
A little longer than I intended, but I couldn't really get around too much of the battle sequences. I hope you all enjoy :) |
Chapter Eight - A Disastrous Beginning
Luke woke up before the alarm and, to his surprise, found Sai sleeping next to him. Smiling, he gently patted his shoulder and got up slowly so he wouldn't wake him up. Slowly and quietly, he made his way out into the hallway and went to the kitchen to make something to eat when he noticed that his mom was already awake and was preparing breakfast for them.
"Mmmm... Smells great!" Luke said, practically drooling over the smell of bacon and french toast. She was so focused on cooking that when he spoke, she jumped a little in surprise before she turned around.
"Lucas Joshua Ivere! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" She exclaimed as she flipped a piece of french toast so the other side could cook. "I told you countless times not to sneak up on me!"
"Mom... It's not my fault that you never notice me walk into a room... or that you startle so easily." He replied teasingly. She just turned around with a sigh and continued to cook. Figuring that she would want to be left alone until breakfast was ready, he walked back to his room to get dressed. As soon as he opened the door, he finds yet another surprise.
Leanne must've rolled off the bed or started sleep walking at one point, but whatever the cause she was now in the same bed as Derek. The awkward part, however, was that she was hugging one of his arms like a child would their stuffed animal and one of her legs was across his. Suddenly he felt the familiar yet now less powerful chill as Sai began to communicate with him, the mental equivalant to a laugh sounding in their mental link.
What's so funny? Luke asked curiously as he looked for Sai, whom he eventually found sitting on the bed staring at Derek and Leanne, Pichu sitting next to him.
Them! She went to the bathroom shortly after you left then came back and just got in bed next to him and he didn't even flinch! That guy would sleep through a rhyhorn stampede!
Well, maybe we should let them sleep for now. Luke told Sai as he started to get dressed for the day. As he began to put his jacket on, however, he heard Leanne and Derek stir in bed, and a lot of snickering from Sai over their mental link. As he turned around, he noticed that their faces were now just inches apart, Derek was the first to open his eyes. At first, his eyes just showed grogginess from just waking up, but after his thought process started to kick in, he went wide-eyed and looked up at Luke, panic in his eyes and mouthed what seemed to be, "What should I do?!" Luke could hear Sai laughing hysterically in his mind. Luke was at a loss for words as he tried his hardest to not join Sai in laughing at the ridiculous scene in front of him.
"Try to slip your arm out from her grip." Luke whispered, just loud enough to where Derek would hear him, but he wouldn't wake up Leanne. As soon as he tried to pull his arm away, however, she rolled over and was now laying on top of his arm, her arm across his chest, her body against his with her leg over his, and her hed on his shoulder. Derek began to blush violently, causing Sai to laugh harder than ever, and even Luke was starting to have a hard time trying not to laugh as Derek's face turned cherry red. For about ten minutes he laid there like that, not knowing what to do.
You know... she IS rather pretty... maybe we shou-
You're too young to be thinking perverted stuff like that Sai! Luke interrupted, checking his bag to take his mind off of the current situation. Finally, his mother called out that breakfast was ready and Luke turned around at break neck speed to see Leanne stir and Derek become redder than a charmeleon's scales. She yawned and opened her eyes. It took her a minute to realize what was going on, but ince she did, she turned just as red as Derek and squealed as she jumped out of the bed and fell backward onto the bed where Sai was, even landing on top of him.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING DEREK?!" She yelled, more shocked than angry. Standing back up and apologizing to Sai as she did so. Sai replied with an evil look.
"Why are you yelling at me?! I woke up to find you preactically on top of me!" Derek replied defensively as he got up to put away his bed.
"Then why didn't you just wake me up?!" She asked. Derek shot her a glare.
"I was still half asleep and wasn't thinking clearly." He retalliated. "But the real question is... why the hell were YOU in my bed?!"
"Oh please! Like you weren't thrilled to have a pretty girl in the same bed as you!" She snapped back.
"Bite me!" He retorted, however he soon realized his mistake as he got a slap to the face as she got her clothes and started changing.
After they all got dressed, they all went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and thank Luke's mom for letting them stay over. Once everything was cleaned up, the three of them got their bags and started to leave when Luke's mom stopped them in the yard and hugged Luke.
"Promise me you will write! The pokemon centers have a free postal service." She said. Luke could tell she was trying not to cry just from how choked up she sounded.
"I promise I will call-" he began, but she cut him off.
"No Luke, I want letters!"
"Why? Wouldn't you want to just talk on the video phone?" He asked. She just shook her head.
"I want you to send me letters so that way I can show you how much you have grown from this moment when you come back to Pallet Town. Trust me, you will grow a lot. So much, in fact, that you won't even recognize yourself." She said, teary-eyed.
"She's right, you know..." Everyone turned around to see Ash standing at the gate to the front yard. "I used to do that for my mom too. I couldn't believe how much I changed in just a year of travelling across Kanto. You're going to meet a lot of interesting people, see exciting new places, and make plenty of memories you will cherish forever. That's why I got this for the three of you." Ash said, handing Luke a camera and a box of film cartridges. "The pokemon centers can develope those for you over night and I had Gary set it up to where Pichu's electricity can charge it for you, so you will never have to worry about batteries. I figured that you could send pictures to your mom as you travel." He told them, smiling as he started to walk away. Derek walked over to him.
"Wait, the lab is the other way Dad." Derek told Ash, who stopped for a minute and looked back at him.
"I know... But I really can't stay. I got a call from the other Masters stating that there was an urgent matter that they needed me for so I need to catch the next flight to Victory Island. I'll definitely see you three again though. If not during your journey through Kanto, I will definitely see you at the Kanto League Championship, since I'm the Kanto Master. Who knows... Maybe one of you will be my challenger for my Kanto Master title." Ash replies, starting to walk away, pulling out a pokeball and releasing his Pidgeot. Once he jumped on his back, Pidgeot sped away as fast as he could toward Viridian City. Derek seemed a little upset, but he recomposed himself in no time and they were of to the Lab to get Leanne's first partner.
As they approached the lab, Sai felt uneasy. Something doesn't feel right, Light...
What do you mean? Luke replied, stopping in the middle of the road. Derek and Leanne look back at him.
"Luke, what're you-" Leanne began, only to be cut off by Luke.
"Wait a sec." What's wrong Sai? Luke asked, a serious expression on his face.
Something bad's happened, Light... I can feel the professor's emotions... The most powerful emotion coming from him right now is agony. Sai said seriously. Without another thought, Luke scoops up Sai and runs for the lab, urging the others to follow him. Practically bursting the door down, they enter the room to find Gary on the floor, blood runing down his left shoulder from what appeared to be a bullet hole. Blastoise was on the floor next to the big door for him to enter the lab, face down with a pool of blood forming from his now missing ear. Umbreon was also severely wounded with what appeared to be a gash from a knife, but she was still protecting Gary, her fur standing on end and her once beautiful red eyes now full of hatred and rage. Leanne, who grew up around Umbreon, was the first to approach as she kneeled down and held a hand out to her.
"Leanne be careful!" Derek said. "When an Umbreon is protecting something they cherish, they will fight to the death for it!" Leanne ignored him and continued to move closer to Umbreon, who looked like she would strike at any second. Finally, Luke fely Sai reach out for Umbreon's mind and tried to soothe her.
What're you- Luke started, but then Sai cut their link, most likely so he could focus solely on trying to calm Umbreon. After about five minutes, Umbreon showed signs of settling down as her fur started to slowly lower and her eyes calmer. Once she fell to the floor, that's when everyone ran over to the professor. He was very pale and very weak. The first thing that Derek did was call the police while Luke and Leanne patched up Gary and his pokemon as best they could. Umbreon and Gary seemed to be okay, however... Blastoise was in bad shape. Although he wasn't shot directly, the amount of blood he lost put him dangerously close to a coma. Luke asked Sai to try and help Blastoise stay with them by mentally communicating with him, however he refused, saying that the contact might cause him to enter a state of shock. Once the paramedics and the police came, they immediately tended to Blastoise at Gary's request. After about an hour, the pokemon were taken to the pokemon center and Gary to the hospital.
At the professor's request, the kids, Sai and Pichu all waited in the hospital's lobby so he could talk to them. They spent most of the time playing card games while they waited to take their minds off of what just happened. However, Luke and Sai couldn't focus entirely on the game...
Who would attack the professor?! Luke asked, more himself than Sai.
I don't know... but it was obvious that whoever they were wanted Gary out of the picture... Sai replied, a grim tone to his voice. Luke considered the situation for a minute, then replied, No if they wanted him 'out of the picture' they would've aimed at a vital spot, not his shoulder. They were just trying to make sure he would stay out of their way...
Maybe you're right. But we'll find out shortly...
Why's that?
Because he just sent for the nurse to come and get you three. Sure enough, a nurse entered the room to bring them to Gary. Once in Gary's hospital room, he had them sit down and started to explain what had happened.
"As you can see... I was attacked... But who the attacker was, I have no idea since he was wearing a mask. He did give me a bit of information that really bothers me, however... He claimed, as he stole the pokemon the three of you were supposed to choose from, that he needed new recruits... This tells me that there may very well be a new terrorist organization forming... Also Luke, I want you to be on guard!" He said, a grim look on his face as he stared at Luke.
"Why, Professor?"
"Because he knew about Sai... and was VERY interested in him. It might have something to do with why Sai looks the way he does..." Gary spoke each word with a dark, grim tone, which only seemed even more grim due to his pale skin.
"I would never let anything happen to Sai! I promise!" Luke said, staring at Sai and smiling as he did so.
"Good. Now then, I know that you three will want to start your journeys as soon as possible... so I managed to get the officers to bring your pokedexes." He said, pointing at the table next to him. Rose and Leanne each took their respective pokedexes with the designs they requested, and Derek took the plain red pokedex. When he was questioned about why he didn't choose a design, he just said that he wasn't interested in a design so he got a plain one. Once each of them had their pokedex, Gary handed a single pokeball to Leanne.
"It's Umbreon's daughter. You always made sure to take good care of her when she hatched from the egg, so I am giving her to you. Raise her well Leanne." Gary said, smiling at his daughter's reaction, who did a little spin and released the eevee and caught her in her arms.
"Thank you so much Daddy!" She exclaimed as she went and kissed her dad on the cheek, then started playing with eevee by rubbing their noses together.
"Now then, I want the three of you to go ahead and begin your journeys." At his request the kids began to protest, but he stopped them with a raise of his good hand. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay. I had Ash put in the good word for me and you two don't have to wait overnight for your information to be registered. Also, the pokedexes were already activated this morning. You shoud be good to go." Gary told them, exhaustion present in his face and voice. figuring that it was time to let the professor rest, they all said their goodbyes and left the hospital.
Neither of them said a word as they walked to the edge of town where Route One began. All three of them took one last look at Pallet Town, figuring that it would be a long time before they saw it again, then they all walked together and took their first steps toward their journeys.
Edited January 23, 2014 by Raisuga
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Chapter Nine - Goals
Despite the depressing start to their journeys, Lucas couldn't help but smile at least a little. He was finally going to live his dream of travelling with his new friends and his pokemon. As Lucas looked at Leanne and Derek, he couldn't help but notice that they must have been feeling the same thing judging from the smiles on their faces. Of course they were worried about the professor, however they all knew that he wouldn't have wanted them to wait in town because of him.
As they walked along Route One, they took in the sights of all the pidgey and rattata that flew and scurried about. Some were playing, some gathering food, and some even fighting over a spot near an oak tree. It was when they saw a random pidgey land right in front of them when the three of them remembered something important.
"Oh no, guys! We don't have any pokeballs!" Leanne stated. It was true, considering that they didn't get their pokeballs from Gary due to the circumstances. "We're gonna have to stop at the pokemon mart in Viridian City if we are going to catch any pokemon!" As she spoke, she pulled out her wallet and started counting her money. "I have about five hundred and fifty dollars saved up... how about you two?"
The boys took out their wallets and started counting. Derek had two thousand exactly, stating that his dad gave it to him as a gift. When Lucas looked in his wallet, however, he couldn't help but stare in shock. Sai, who was rather curious at the sudden change in emotion, decided to speak up.
What's wrong, Light? Don't tell me you left your money in your dresser again!
No... No I have money... But that's the thing! I shouldn't have THIS much! Luke replied, still staring into his wallet. Noticing his behavior, Leanne and Derek both walk over to him. Leanne was the first to speak.
"Everything okay?" she asked, sneaking a peak into his wallet only to have her jaw drop and pull Derek over to her where he could see as well, causing a similar effect to him.
"Geez Luke! You could've told us you were loaded! There must be like fifteen grand in your wallet!" Derek exclaimed, still staring into his wallet. Luke just looked at him slightly annoyed yet still shocked.
"I shouldn't even HAVE that much in there! I only put about a thousand in there to start with!" Luke said, suddenly turning to Sai. "You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this... would you?!" Sai shook his head and spoke over their mental link.
No! I swear I didn't do anything! Honest! Although I do remember your mom messing with your wallet last night while you were all sleeping... Sai said defensively. Thanks to the link between them, he could tell that Sai was being honest. Suddenly, Leanne reaches over to Luke's wallet, who instictively shuts it and pulls it away from her.
"What're you doing?!" Luke asked harshly. Leanne suddenly put her hands up and stared at him.
"Sorry! I just noticed a piece of paper in between a couple of the bills..." She replied.
"Well, you could've just told me first..." He said, opening his wallet to pull out the piece of folded paper Leanne was talking about. As he unfolded it, he realized it was a letter from his mom:
To my little rising star,
I've been saving this up for your journey for quite some time now. I hope it will come in handy. I think your best bet would be to go to a pokemon center and get a travel card account with it. Keep about one thousand five hindred on you personally in case you go somewhere that only takes cash. They will give you all the information you need when you apply for one. Tell Derek and Leanne that they should open one up too.
Love Mom
P.S. I baked some cookies and put them in your bag for you three to snack on. Enjoy!
He continued to stare at the letter for about another three minutes before folding it back up neatly and putting it in his pocket. Once he put his wallet back, he told them what his mother did for him. They were both smiling when he finished.
"You have a really cool mom, you know that?!" Leanne said, still smiling.
"Yeah I do! But fifteen thousand! Geez that would hold me over for a while!" Luke replied, still looking at his wallet, which was bulging from all the money inside of it. Suddenly, he thought of a pretty cool idea. "Hey you guys! What if we all took my mom's advice, only we got a shared account?!" They both gave him a puzzled look.
"What do you mean, Luke?" Leanne asked.
"Why not pool all of our money together into one account and get three cards that link to it?!" Luke suggested. Leanne seemed to be okay with it, however Derek seemed a little hesitant. "I mean, it's not like we're gonna split up or anything, right? Besides, it's easier to keep track of one large amount rather than three different amounts." With that, Derek seems to accept the idea and hands Lucas the money. Leanne quickly follows suit.
As they continued to walk down Route One, they begin to talk about their dreams. Luke was the first to answer.
"Well call it cliche if you want, but I want to be a Master Trainer like Ash! That's always been my dream since I was little!" Luke exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air. Leanne giggled a little and ran ahead of them, doing a little twirl.
"I want to become a Coordinator and travel to Hoenn to compete in the Grand Festival!" She then explained how coordinators train their pokemon in their own type of battle, where there's a time limit and they have to attack not with power, but with style. The more unique the combination, the more points they earn. She even explained that some pokemon even won a match when they were knocked out, because they earned more points than their opponent did. It's all about how well the pokemon executes their moves and how stylish they look during the execution.
Finally, it was Derek's turn. "My goal... well really I haven't thought about it..." He told them, looking up at the sky as if the answer will drop down to him.
"Aww come on Derek! There must be SOMETHING!" Luke tells him, patting him on the back.
"Well... I guess, if anything, it's just to travel with my friends and experience many different things. I mean yeah, I want to earn my gym badges and
maybe enter a contest or two... But as far as goals go, I believe I have already achieved that by just travelling with you two!" He said, smiling at them.
By the time the sun had started to set, they had reached Viridian City. Figuring that they would leave the sight-seeing until tomorrow, all three of them headed for the pokemon center to get a room and set up their travel card account. Once Luke told the banker about his request, he gave him a quizzical look, but still gave him all three cards. Once that was in order, they went to the main counter and rented a room for the night. Once they got to their room, Luke gave each of them one card and a thousand dollars.
"It's a little less than what Mom said... but she said that we should keep cash on us at all times. Oh and the account has fourteen thousand five hundred and fifty dollars in it." Luke told them as he grabbed his bed clothes and walked into the bathroom to get dressed. Once he was done, he noticed that Derek was cherry red again and Leanne was already changed into a night gown for bed. Sai was sitting on his and Luke's bed laughing so hard that he was rolling around and could hardly breathe.
Finally, they all settled into bed. Derek read a book for a little bit and Luke decided to break out a sketch book and pencil. Leanne was already asleep and cuddled next to her was Eevee and Pichu. Derek kept looking over from time to time.
"Can you believe him?!" Derek said, smiling and pointing over at Pichu. "He's such a little traitor!" Luke couldn't help but laugh a little. Sai, who was asleep next to him, curled up and sighed a little. Finally giving in, he puts the sketchbook on his nightstand and puts his arm around Sai and falls asleep. |
When Cerecere's hypnotic flowers fail, an opportunity gives her the chance to try again by hypnotizing Chibiusa to wet herself.
At the park, the Amazoness Quartet stood high up a tree, watching Momoko. "The old hag has told us to tie up loose ends," said Junjun. "Anyone who has any kind of beautiful dream can hold Pegasus at any time." "Then let us start with our first target," said Cerecere. "Who would like to take her this time?" "Vesves targeted her last time, let her finish the job," suggested Junjun. "Cerecere lured her out last time. Let her finish it," objected Vesves. "Just finish the mission," said Pallapalla. "Pallapalla wants to go home and play." Cerecere stepped forward. "Then, dear sisters, let your darling elder sister handle this. Watch the master and enjoy the show."
Momoko caught a sweet fragrance and saw swirling flower petals around her. It stirred up some memory from the circus. "Not again," she said. "I will not allow this again." She fought in her mind, refusing to give in to her surroundings. "I know your tricks!" shouted Momoko, and with that, the flowers and fragrance vanished. "Impossible!" shouted Cerecere, appearing in front of Momoko. "How could you resist?" "I don't know what you're trying to do, circus performer," said Momoko, "but I know your tricks. Your technique is useless on me!" With that, Momoko fled, leaving Cerecere stunned.
Cerecere was startled when she heard her sisters' laughter. "Nice show, master, and our darling older sister," said Vesves sarcastically. "Looks like your act's washed up," said Junjun. "But thanks for the show. It was very enjoyable." "Maybe you're not as good as you think," said Vesves. "Can we go home now?" asked Pallapalla. There was nothing else to be done. Their target gone, they had no choice but to return empty handed.
After enduring Zirconia's anger at their failure, the Amazoness Quartet retired to their room. Vesves and Junjun were getting massages, Pallapalla was playing with her dolls, and Cerecere was in the corner in a fetal position, rocking back and forth. "This can't be," she kept saying. "Without my magic, what's left for me?" She took a flower and took of the petals, alternating with each petal "I'm washed up, I'm not washed up." On the last one she said, "I'm not washed up." She ran around the room. "My flower fortune telling says I still got it," she told the others. "If you say so," shrugged Vesves. "You're fortune telling has never been reliable," said Junjun. "Pallapalla wants quiet so she can play," said Pallapalla. "I'll show you all," said Cerecere. "Tomorrow I'll go out and perfect my performance."
The next day, Cerecere returned alone to the park alone. As she stood in the tree, she heard a voice call up. "I knew you'd return. How dare you use underhanded tricks on kids trying to enjoy themselves in the park to get what you want. I am the pretty soldier in a sailor suit, Sailor Chibi Moon! In the name of the future moon, I'll punish you!" "All by yourself today I see," said Cerecere, as she looked on Sailor Chibi Moon. "Want to prove yourself, like me." "I've prepared something special for you," said Sailor Chbi Moon. "It's nap time under the sun for you." Luna P appeared, and Chibi Moon called, "Luna P magic!" It turned into a bottle of milk. She threw it, and Cerecere barely got out the way. "It must be some sort of sleeping potion," she thought. "Two can play that game." She jumped down. "You've frightened me off. You win this round. Before I leave, I'll leave you with a gift so there's no hard feelings." She held out a potted flower. "What is it?" asked Chibi Moon. "One of my favorites," said Cerecere sweetly. The flower opened and Sailor Chibi was hit by a strong fragrance and fell asleep. "The rare sleeping flower of the Amazon," finished Cerecere, stroking the flower. Using her Amazon Stone, she collected some of the sleeping potion. "This might be useful," she said. "Now I must leave in case any other Sailor Soldiers are nearby. She disappeared, leaving Sailor Chibi Moon to her nap under the sun.
The following day, Chibiusa returned to the park, still remembering how yesterday went. She came across a lemonade stand with a girl wearing glasses. "She looks like the circus girl," thought Chibiusa. "But it can't be her. She doesn't wear glasses." "First come, first served," said the girl. She gave Chibiusa a cup. Chibiusa felt no harm in tasting it, and drank it quickly. She fell asleep in seconds, dropping the rest of the sleeping potion. "First come, first served with my special show," said Cerecere, removing the glasses.
Chibiusa woke up to a sweet fragrance. She looked around and saw a swirl of sparkling yellow flower petals. She noticed thick vines around her, keeping her in place. She looked up and saw a swinging tree branch moving back and forth in front of her. Cerecere sat on it. "Hello," she said in a soft, gentle voice. "You seem like you would enjoy my special show. It'll be just for you. I'm sure you're familiar with my work at the circus?" I'm not sure," said Chibiusa. Her mind felt foggy from the flowers. "Even better," said Cerecere. "I could use a fresh perspective." "Could we stop for a second?" asked Chibiusa. "I drank some lemonade, and I could use the bathroom."
"Do you want to interrupt the show?" asked Cerecere. "It would be inconvenient for me to pause now." Chibiusa watched the steady movement of the branch. "No. Please continue. Your swinging and the flowers are so relaxing, I don't want it to stop." "Thank you," said Cerecere. "Now please relax and keep watching." Chibiusa relaxed and focused only on the swinging and the flowers. She stopped caring and let all her urine flow. It was a pleasant feeling her underwear and skirt soak through and become warm. She delighted herself listening to the sound as a stream hit the grass. Between the relief and the gentleness of what she saw around her, nothing else mattered.
"Let me help you," said Cerecere. A wave of petals surrounded Chibiusa, and she felt a soft warm breeze and noticed she was dry now. "Was it fun?" asked Cerecere. "Very," said Chibiusa. "It's more fun with others," said Cerecere. "It happens to me and my sisters a lot. You should try relieving yourself in many places and the more the merrier. That's one of the best things about being a kid. I'll leave you with a gift. I promise that whenever you do so, you will always remember the wonders of this show, and the more you get to join you, the greater the feeling will be, and they will experience what you feel as well. Now go to sleep and dream about today. But when you wake up, you will not remember what you saw or heard here."
When Chibiusa woke up, she was alone and remembered nothing from the time she entered the park. After a while of no sight of anyone from the circus, she decided to head home. Maybe going alone wasn't the best idea, she thought. She had nothing to look forward to but her bath with Usagi. It was curious. Chibiusa had the idea of peeing in the bathtub, and the idea that if Usagi do so to, they would both have a lot of fun.
"A shame I couldn't have her bring more people to the circus," said Cerecere. "But if the the Sailor Soldiers saw someone doing so, they may find out about my magic. At least I gave her and those closest to her a way to have fun and keep them from acting like adults all the time. It seems I still got it." |
It began as Cerecere, Junjun, and Vesves teased Pallapalla for having a wet bed. Pallapalla tried to think of something to say. "It was on purpose?" she tried. "Why on purpose?" asked Junjun. Pallapalla thought quickly. "Adults don't do it," she said. "Kids do. Also, kids can have more fun going to the bathroom in many places than adults do." "A well reasoned statement," said Cerecere.
For some time after that, each girl tried different ways of peeing, inside and outside the circus. They tried on bushes and trees outside, while bathing, and letting their beds become wet. The fun didn't stop there, as the girls decided to play tricks on each other. Cerecere used her powers to make the others wet themselves or pull their bottoms down and pee where they were. The others came back by pulling them across the high wire, or swinging them from the trapeze, forcing them to go where they were. Pallapalla also trapped the others on large balls, spinning very fast. The girls ended up losing their balance as they tried to go and fell off, getting urine everywhere.
"These tricks on each other are getting boring," said Cerecere. "I say we have more fun by making them more daring." "What do you have in mind?" asked Junjun. "You'll see tonight," said Cerecere. "It will require a little participation from you and my magic. I promise we'll all have fun." The others agreed, unsure what to expect.
The night's performance went as normally as planned. The girls waited for Cerecere to make her entrance. Cerecere appeared on the swing. The girls and audenice watched as the swing moved back and forth in a slow, hypnotic way. Then everyone saw yellow, sparkling flower petals fill the area. Like a breeze, they blew slowly around. Everyone watched the swinging and petals, now dazzling to the eyes. It seemed they began to swirl around and the speed increased, as did the swinging. No one could look away from either.
The other girls felt the effects and realized the audience felt the same. Then a series of emotions came over them. They felt awe and euphoria at everything they saw. Suddenly, it seemed to the audience they were in the jungle. Trees seemed to surround everything and it seemed the canopy was now opened to the heavens. Cerecere, having cast her illusion, threw seeds onto the ground. Then she relaxed and drops of pee fell and bathed the seeds. It seemed like a rain storm in the jungle. The seeds opened and flowers grew very fast. Their vines seemed to rise up and wrap around nearby trees, covering them with flowers.
The sight inspired awe in everyone. Even when the illusion ended and the circus reappeared, the feeling stayed. Having watched Cerecere, the other girls felt they wanted to try something like that too. Junjun, perfoming an acrobatic spin, allowed her pee to flow. As she spun, the stream followed, making a yellow circle in midair. Vesves walked across the tightrope. At the middle, she faced Junjun on the other rope. Peeing in front of each other, the streams met each other. Then the girls jumped, landing on the opposite rope, streams still connected.
Junjun and Vesves then stood on the same rope, Cerecere appearing as well. Standing close together, they poured down three jets of pee, coming together to make one stream and continuing to the bottom. Pallapalla, underneath, laid down on her ball, and made a horizonal stream that the vertical one hit, making a T. Then the three girls on top adjusted their bodies and the vertical stream seperated into three, making an underlined W.
The four girls gathered on the ground. Using their streams, Cerecere, Vesves, and Junjun pushed Pallapalla's ball. It spun very fast, but Pallapalla stayed on, even able to make a spinning jump making her own circle and landing neatly on the ball. Cerecere and Vesves did a spinning jump and all four had made yellow circles.
For the grand finale, Cerecere placed a seed under the high wire. Once all four had climbed to the top, they peed in full force. Four streams came together and the one stream flowed to the bottom and the hit the small seed with perfect aim. A flowerly vine grew and climbed to the canopy.
The audience was enthralled and delighted with the performance and the girls felt similar emotions as well. Even after Cerecere's hypnotic infulence ended and everyone forgot the performance, the feeling of delight and euporia stayed with everyone as they wondered what happened in the show they could not remember.
"A dream," said Sailor Ceres. "A memory of when we were imprisioned by the nightmares of the circus." She, along with Sailor Pallas, Sailor Juno, and Sailor Vesta awoke in the future Crystal Toyko. Sailor Ceres shared her dream with the others. "Even though we weren't supposed to remember that performance so clearly, it seems to have come back," said Sailor Pallas. "Since our awaking to our true selves and powers, everything done to us using our warped powers has been undone," said Sailor Juno. They laughed over old memories and Sailor Vesta suggested, "Why not share this with our princess? We are her guardians and have nothing to hide from her."
The Sailor Quartet shared their memories with Princess Small Lady Sernanity, who is also Sailor Chibi Moon. She enjoyed the story and asked if they wanted to relive old memories and asked to join in. The five of them then tried some of the old circus moves while peeing. With Sailor Chibi Moon, they were able to make different shapes and use old positions. Sailor Chibi Moon learned quickly how to make a circle in midair. The five girls decided to practice afterwards. Then they would have their own show |
Chapter 1: Usagi
At the restaurant, the Sailor Soliders and Chibi-Usa had drinks. Usagi continued drinking the potion she hoped would bring her luck with Marmoru, even after spitting some on Rei. When she finished, she didn't feel lucky, but felt something else. "I need the bathroom," she said, walking away, ignoring everyone's expressions as they thought something like this would happen.
However, Usagi saw the bathrooms were full. Her bladder gave a spasm and she held her legs together. The line was too long. She would wet herself before she could make it. Usagi looked around desperately and noticed the empty potion bottle she still had. "I don't have a choice," she said. Keeping her composure, she tried to walk outside slowly, feeling a few drops hit her underwear.
Outside, Usagi hid behind a bush. She lifted her dress, pulled her underwear down, and placed the bottle between her legs. Bending down, Usagi gave in to the call of nature. She sighed in relief as a cascade of urine emptied into the bottle. Usagi watched in amazement as her pee rapidly filled the bottle. She continued to pee for about a minute, then it became slower, becoming soft drips. Finally done, Usagi wiped herself with the leaves, pulled her clothes back on, and back inside, carrying the bottle.
Usagi was impressed how much urine was in it and and heavy it felt. It was almost a quarter full. Hoping no one would find it, she put it under a table and went back to the girls, not noticing a waiter finding the bottle and asking how a large bottle of lemonade was left out before taking it to another table.
Chapter 2: Ami
It was to be another long night of studying for Ami. She was already tired, so she made coffee to stay awake. She kept drinking it without knowing, so focused on her studies. After only a few minutes, Ami noticed she had drunk the everything in the pot.
Not long afterward, Ami felt pressure on her bladder. She didn't want to miss a single minute of studying. Besides, she thought, the urge wasn't so strong. She could wait until she went to bed. However, the pressure steadily increased, and Ami found herself tightening her legs. Getting up, her bladder emptied a little into her underwear.
Ami realized she shouldn't have waited so long. Now even walking was hard. Looking around, she saw the bed and got an idea. Grabbing a sheet, she laid it out on the floor. Pulling her pants and panties down, Ami peed onto the sheet. However, she traced the formula she was studying, and soon the sheet was covered in a urine tracing of complex letters and numbers.
Ami held the rest in until she could think of the solution to the formula, then finally traced it and let the rest empty onto another spot. Afterwards, Ami took the sheet to be washed, cleaned up in the bathroom, and went back to studying as though she had not come up with an interesting way to study.
Chapter 3: Rei
During the night, Rei left her bedroom to use the bathroom. However, she discovered someone else was already using it. As Rei thought about waiting, her urge became stronger, and she decided to go someone else. She walked past rooms, looking for a place to pee. Thinking it would be noticed, Rei went out back to the garden.
When she got to the main steps, she noticed the front, where people put in coins and rang the bell to pray. Deciding to make an offering of her own, Rei walked up to the spot. She slid her red miko pants down, along with her panties. Her back to the spot, Rei sat upon an opening for money. She lifted herself up a bit, spread her legs, and tinkled into the opening. It seemed appropriate to refer to it as tinkling as Rei's pee hit dripped and splashed onto the coins below, making a variety of sounds.
Done, Rei faced the altar, clapped, and rang the bell. "I thank you for protecting me and my friends," she told the shrine. "Take this as thanks for your protection and for giving me a solution to my predicament." Rei washed from a basin, got dressed, and returned to her room.
Chapter 4: Makoto
Makoto was watering her plants in her apartment. Seeing the water empty from the watering can made her want to empty her liquids as well. She thought about going to the bathroom, but remembered she lived alone. She didn't need to be proper when it was just her. There was something she wanted to practice anyway.
Unbuckling her pants, she unzipped and lowered her pants and underwear. Standing in front of a plant, Makoto allowed her urine to empty. Adjusting herself a few times, she was able to get the stream to make an arch in front of her and hit the plant. She was hoping to be able to pee standing. She thought it would be easier if she had to go while outside.
This attempt was pretty good. As Makoto got better over a few days, she made it harder by trying to pee with her pants down as little as possible. After a couple days and a few wet pairs later, Makoto could pee standing while hardly pulling her pants down.
This came in handy later during her school garden club. When she had to tinkle, Makoto told the others she would water the plants on the other side of the greenhouse. Getting behind the plants, Makoto lowered her skirt and underwear in front. Her backside was still covered. She peed carefully unto the surrounding plants. "After all, this is as good for plants as water," she thought. The sounds of her pee trickling could easily be thought of as a watering can. Finished, she wiped on the leaves and went back to the others.
Chapter 5: Minako
Minako woke up late as usual. When she got dressed, she made to go to the bathroom. But her mother told her she needed to leave for school now to arrive on time. Giving her a piece of toast, Minako was led outside.
Thinking she could wait until school, Minako ran the length to school. Arriving, she thought about using the bathroom, but the bell to start lessons was about to start. Knowing she had no choice, Minako went to class. However, it turned out to be a study period. "I should have gone after all," she thought, her need to tinkle very noticeable to her now.
Unable to take it, Minako sneaked out the room. She once again tried the bathroom, but found it full. Walking back, she saw an empty classroom. Minako found the door unlocked and slipped inside. Looking around, she saw a wastebasket. She wasn't sure about peeing in such a way, but she really had to go now. Sighing, she went to the spot in the corner, locking the door.
Minako pulled her skirt and panties to her knees. Bending down, she peed into the basket. She sighed in relief as she looked down and saw her urine pool at the bottom. She waited until the final drops dripped out, then tried to find a way to clean herself. As she reached into her pocket, she found an old test paper with a red mark on it. Seeing no use for it, Minako used that to clean herself. "These papers are good for something after all," she thought, walking back to class, making a note to keep future papers with her in case she would need them again.
Chapter 6: Chibi-Usa
In the 30th century, Neo-Queen Serenity and King Endymion held a royal dinner party in the Crystal Palace. Princess Small Lady Serenity also attended. The three formally welcomed the guests at the table with a fountain centerpiece in the center.
The royal family didn't like such gatherings and tried to avoid them. Chibi-Usa especially didn't like them. Tonight she had another reason. She needed to go to the bathroom, but knew she shouldn't ask. She would have to wait. But the fountain centerpiece pouring water out was making her need to pee very strong.
Chibi-Usa tried to go through the meal, but she wondered how long it would be before she wet herself. She felt something under the table. She saw a hand slip Luna-P to her. Looking across, Chibi-Usa saw her mother smile at her. Understanding, Chibi-Usa bounced Luna-P and it became a smoke that confused and entranced the guests, save Neo-Queen Serenity. Taking her chance, Chibi-Usa jumped on the table. Lifting her dress, she peed into the centerpiece, sighing in relief.
Neo-Queen Serenity watched with amusement, as it reminded her of her antics at a younger age. Seeing Small Lady's pee slow to drips and drops, Neo-Queen Serenity handed her something to wipe with a smile on her. The event went on afterwards, everyone else recovering from the spell of Luna-P. The queen and princess spent time together afterwards, savoring an amusing memory between mother and daughter they would always remember.
Chapter 7: Hotaru
It was the middle of the night when Hotaru woke up. She was in pain as usual, but now she needed a bathroom. She tried to stand, but the pain was too much. She laid on the floor, trying to move. Her bladder couldn't much more. If she couldn't get to the bathroom, she would have to bring the bathroom to her.
She looked around her room for something to use. She crawled to the window. Feeling a bit stronger, Hotaru got to her feet. She was still to weak to walk far. Her legs trembling, Hotaru pulled her pajama bottoms down and opened the window. She sat down on the windowsill, her legs giving out again. Holding on to the bed for support, Hotaru turned until she was facing out the window.
Relaxing, Hotaru's pee finally flowed out and emptied down onto the ground. She sighed in relief, her bladder able to rest now. Hotaru finished by wiping herself on the curtain. She pulled herself onto the floor and crawled back into bed, pulling her bottoms back on. She would have to think about other solutions. She may be in a similar situation again and she wanted to be prepared.
Chapter 8: Naru
Naru and Unimo decided to have a date. They started by having milkshakes and finishing with a visit to the park. It was a nice, early evening. The two enjoyed the and sights and sounds of nature and the sunset. They walked by the lake and listened to the sounds of the water. Water. Naru felt the milkshakes from before making her want to pee, now felt by the sight and sound of so much water.
Naru didn't want to say where she was going to Unimo. She wanted to be proper. Besides, she wasn't sure she could find a bathroom. If she could distract Unimo, she could slip off and find a place to tinkle. "Unimo, I think I left my bag somewhere. Can you find it?" she asked. Unimo agreed and went off in one direction. Naru went in the other direction.
Naru could hear liquid splashing. As she got closer, she saw a fountain. Naru figured this would be good enough. Lifting her dress and pulling her panties to her knees, Naru bent over the fountain and let her urine to flow freely. She let the feeling of relief wash over her as she watched her pee pour into the water, the sound of the fountain keeping the sound of Naru's peeing from being heard.
She pushed the last drops out and cleaned up with a piece of her dress and got got dressed. She met up with Unimo. "It looks like I left my bag where I already was," she told him. Unimo didn't mind. He told her he would go to the ends of the earth to find anything of Naru's. The two resumed their date, Naru secretly relieved she could enjoy the lake with Unimo without her bladder getting in the way. |
The Inner Senshi were at Crown's for snacks and drinks. Usagi had the most to eat and drink, having a variety of different drinks and drank the remains of a sundae. All the liquid filled her bladder quickly. She excused herself to find a bathroom. It seemed she hadn't learned her lesson from last time. Like before, the bathrooms were full and she couldn't wait. With no choice, Usagi grabbed a glass from a nearby table and ran out.
Outside, Usagi looked around, hid behind a bush, and pulled her pants and panties to her knees. Holding the glass up, Usagi let her urine flow freely into the glass. It overflowed quickly and her hands were hit with her pee as it poured over the sides but the feeling of relief was worth it. Done peeing, Usagi wiped herself with the leaves, got dressed, and went back in, hoping to wash her hands.
Just inside, she found the other girls waiting for her. "You never learn, do you?" asked Rei, indcating the glass Usagi was holding. "We saw you go outside," said Minako. "We noticed last time as well," said Makoto. Ami didn't say anything but gave Usagi a glass of water, which she used to wash herself. At the table, Usagi told the others, "I really had to go. I couldn't help it." "If you didn't drink so much, it wouldn't happen," said Rei. Then her expression softened. "But I was in a similar situation recently. During the night, I couldn't wait for the bathroom and went somewhere else."
When the others asked, Rei admitted, "I peed in the change offering outside the temple." The girls laughed and Rei smiled. "That's nothing," said Minako. "I was late for school and didn't get to go at home. I ended up peeing in a wastebasket in an empty room." "I was also daring once," said Makoto. "I peed on plants in the greenhouse once. I was able to make it seem like watering the plants. I can pee standing," she finished.
"I've always wanted to pee standing like Shingo," said Usagi. Rei and Minako agreed and Makoto said she would teach them. "Have you been in a situation recently, Ami-chan?" asked Usagi. Ami had said nothing for a long time. "It's ok," said Makoto. "We're all friends here. We don't need to hide anything from each other." With the other's encourgement, Ami said, "I drank too much to stay up studying and tried to ignore the feeling. I went in my room and used it to write a formula I was studying." The girls were in awe and impressed with Ami.
After awhile, Rei said, "Why don't we show each other our methods at the shrine?" The girls were curious and agreed, Ami with the encouragement of the others and their wish Ami wouldn't be left out of the fun. The next day, all the girls met at the temple. The worker Yuuichiro was off promoting the temple and Usagi brought Chibi-Usa to play with Rei's grandfather to keep him from noticing the others. Chibi-usa also didn't know what the girls were planning.
They started by peeing in large bottles to see how full they would be. Usagi showed everyone how to bend down and hold the bottle properly. The girls were holding it in all morning, so all of them sighed with relief and filled the bottles nearly to the top. Usagi's was the fullest and she proudly showed it to the others. "That reminds me," said Rei. "What happened to the glass yesterday?" "I left it on a table," said Usagi, remembering. "What if someone found it and didn't know what it was?" asked Rei. Surprisingly, all the girls laughed at the thought.
A little while later, Ami agreed to show them how to write formulas with urine. Each one was able to trace something in the dirt. Ami's was the most complex. The others' were moderate, while Usagi wrote 2+2=4. During this time, Chibi-Usa also needed to pee, but didn't want to say anything to Rei's grandfather. As she watched him bring tea inside, she got an idea. When he was distracted, Chibi-Usa used Luna-P to make sleeping tea, which she slipped Rei's grandfather. "Now I can take all the time I need, as well as find the Silver Crystal."
The temple seemed large and Chibi-Usa found neither the Silver Crystal nor a bathroom. Desperate to empty her bladder, she slipped into a large room with a sacred fire. As she walked toward it, the fire seemed to give her a vision. She saw herself peeing into it. "Is it inviting me to use it?" she wondered. The vision showed her how to properly pee on it. Deciding to copy the vision, Chibi-Usa walked close to it. Pulling her skirt and panties down, she sat on the floor. Leaning back, she spread her legs and allowed herself to tinkle. She sighed in relief as she watched her pee shoot a few inches in front of her and bathed the flame. When her pee stopped, a flame came close to inbetween Chibi-Usa's legs, giving her a plesantly warm feeling and found herself dry. Dressing, she thanked the fire for its assistance and returned to the room where Rei's grandfather was.
The other girls finished their first day by thanking the shrine by peeing in the change offering, which Rei showed everyone how to do. The next day, Rei's grandfather went with Yuuichiro for temple promotions, leaving the Inner Senshi by themselves at the temple. Again, they held it in until arriving. First, they would practice standing. They stood together. Makoto told them to pull everything all the way down. "When you're better at it, you can try keeping your pants barely down." Makoto decided to join the others in pulling her pants all the way down.
When everyone had their bottoms around their ankles, Makoto showed everyone how to hold themselves. She went to each girl and placed their hands over them properly. Then everyone stood in a line and Makoto peed onto the grass. The others followed, trusting nature now. Five streams of urine arched before each girl, making a large puddle before their feet. They had some trouble controling the streams after a minute, but they stayed mostly dry. "You can practice at my apartment," said Makoto. "I get a lot of practice with the plants I have."
"Your turn, Minako-chan," said Rei. "But not a wastebasket. Think of something more fun." As Minako looked around, she saw a pond. "How about peeing while in the water?" "That reminds me," said Usagi. "At the beach, I saw Ami-chan get out of the water a few times. Couldn't go in the water?" she asked Ami. "I didn't want everyone to swim in it," said Ami quietly. "I thought it was better to get out. "I don't mind if one of us pees in the water around me," said Makoto. "The ocean's big enough," said Rei. "Even pools might be fun," said Minako. "It's our youth," said Usagi. "Just let it out where you're swimming and have fun with it." Ami smilied and agreed.
"Tomorrow we can try in our bathing suits," said Rei. "Want to use our clothes? I have spare robes we can wear until they dry out." "We can use our clothes to use a trick for Ami-chan who's not used to it," said Makoto. Taking their shoes and socks off, the girls walked into the pond and sat down. "Reach under and pull everything down," said Makoto. The others, along with Ami, did so. "With a bathing suit, you can move it to one side," said Minako. Ami slid her pants and panties down first. "Go on," the others urged her. Blushing slightly, Ami relaxed and knew she was peeing as the water became warm and bubbles appeared in front of her. Ami allowed herself a giggle and the others joined in, contributing to the warmth and bubbles Ami made.
It was the next day when they tried again with their bathing suits and this time, everyone, even Ami, peed into their suits. A couple hours later, Ami suggested having fun while transformed, also saying it could be useful if they had to go while transformed. Everyone agreed, transforming. They tried peeing while moving their suits out of the way. Then they tried peeing while moving in each direction to keep everything in sight. The girls finished with one peeing while the others surrounded her, watching each direction. They all decided they would practice and have fun like this often.
Sometime later, Ami appeared at Makoto's apartment for a private lesson in standing. The two of them enjoyed their time peeing on different plants and Makoto was surprised when Ami suddenly aimed higher than Makoto. Ami actually looked forward to showing her improvement to the other girls. Makoto then gave Ami a quick lesson in peeing while standing with their pants nearly on before she would teach the other girls. |
The tricks the Amazoness Quartet played on each other continued shortly after their performance. Things like getting one on a spinning ball while peeing or on a trapeze were ways of fun for the sisters. Once when Junjun was placed on the spinning ball, she jumped in midair and landed on her feet, peeing while standing. "That's a nice trick," said Vesves. "I want to try." "Pallapalla too," said Pallapalla. "Aren't we playing tricks with each other?" asked Junjun. "Why should I teach you my technique?"
"Then I propose a truce," said Cerecere, appearing in a shower of yellow flower petals. "Why don't we have fun by doing this together instead? As a sign of my part, I'll give us plants to use." At her command, a series of plants grew out of the floor. "A truce?" asked Cerecere. "A truce," said the others, shaking hands with each one. Junjun began to show the others how to pee standing, something she said she taught herself out of boredom. The girls pulled their lower outfits down, except Pallapalla, who moved hers to the side, adjusted themselves in a way Junjun showed them, and four streams of urine poured onto the plants Cerecere provided.
Suddenly, Junjun turned and peed onto Vesves, who returned the favor, joined in by Cerecere and Pallapalla. They had a lot of fun and were eager to do more. Later, they sneaked into the Amazon Trio's bar. Each girl took a cup filled with drink the Amazon Trio always had, and peed into the cups, the urine mixing with the drink. At one point, Vesves said, "I still have to go, but the cup is overflowing." "Pallapalla is done," said Pallapalla. "Use this." She offered her cup to Vesves, who emptied the last of her urine into it. Cerecere and Junjun, who finished filling their cups, finished their peeing on stools away from where the Amazon Trio sat. The four girls giggled to themselves as they watched the Amazon Trio return from their work and drink the cups on the table, commenting on a strange tangy flavor.
Soon after, the girls started saying they wanted to try peeing using the others special moves. When they got to the center ring, they saw the other lemures, spirits of the dead and nightmares and who were the other performers, practicing. "Pallapalla is too shy to try in front of an audience," Pallapalla said. Junjun and Vesves agreed. "I'd be happy to help with your stage fright," said Cerecere with a smile. "Wait," said Junjun. "I'm starting to remember something. I think we did something like this in front of an audience once." "We did," said Pallapalla. "Why would we do something like that in front of everyone?" wondered Vesves. Suddenly, she looked at Cerecere.
"It was you," accused Vesves. "You did something to us to make us want to put on that kind of show." Cerecere said nothing but giggled. "Still, it was nice you made the audience like it and not laugh at us," said Pallapalla. "Does anyone who watched remember it?" asked Junjun. "I am sure none do," assured Cerecere. "I am surprised you remember some of it. Well, I do not know the extent of my abilities. But I am sure if none of it is mentioned to the previous audience, they would have no reason to remember it."
"Now," said Cerecere. "We can practice when I put a similar spell on the others. Will you let me do the same to you? I promise you'll feel relaxed and eager to perform. Will you trust your darling oldest sister?" The others weren't sure of calling Cerecere darling, but there was something intriging with her offer. They slowly agreed. The other performers gathered to watch the Amazoness Quartet. Pallapalla, Junjun, and Vesves watched the center for Cerecere.
Cerecere appeared on her swinging trapeze. "Just keep watching," she told her sisters. The movement of swinging caught the complete focus of the girls. Yellow, sparkling flower petals swirled before the eyes of the girls and audience. Junjun, Vesves, and Pallapalla now felt relaxed and followed the trail of petals to the center, where Cerecere waited. With a smile, she held out her hand. Pallapalla took it and sat on the trapeze with her, which rose and continued its swinging.
Junjun and Vesves felt they knew what to do. They caught seeds Cerecere threw and placed them on the ground. Pallapalla moved her outfit to the side and the two on the ground threw a couple seeds into the air. Pallapalla shot a few squirts of pee at the flying seeds, catching them in midair, turning them into buds. The audience applauded. "Everyone's watching," said Pallapalla. "Don't worry about them," said Cerecere in a soft voice. "It's just you and me now." Calmed by the soothing words and voice, Pallapalla continued letting drops of pee onto the ground, hitting the rest of the seeds, causing them to grow.
"Try an acrobat move," said Junjun, hanging by her legs on another trapeze. "Just jump and I'll catch you." Pallapalla jumped, with the aid of Cerecere, did a spin in midair, making a yellow circle, and caught Junjun's arms. The other girls repeated Pallapalla's moves, peeing onto the seeds. Junjun and Vesves stood together and proudly peed off the trapeze in a perfect standing and balancing postion until all the seeds had turned into flowers. They also did a spinning jump, making yellow circles and landed in the arms of Cerecere and Pallapalla, who were waiting to catch them.
They practiced peeing while balancing on balls next. Pallapalla could have her ball spinning the fastest. The others had to keep their balls moving slowly, but they did a good job of balancing, their streams hitting a spot on the floor neatly. Pallapalla led them in a series of moves. Laying on their backs, their streams rose high above them. Then they faced each other, two girls each connecting their streams to make two large golden arches, the one middle then facing the other direction and connecting with the stream of the other one.
Junjun led the others in a race, pushing the balls across the stage with their pee. Even from a distance, their streams were long enough to reach each ball and push it a few feet. Vesves led the others in a high wire race. The girls' bottoms off, or pulled to the side, they raced across the high wire, peeing onto the wire in front of them. But they moved so fast, only a few drops hit the wire. They finished with a new move. Each girl taking a corner high above the stage, they grabbed a swing and swung down, letting go and spinning, making yellow circles, before grabbing the swing opposite them. There was even a move where while one was spinning, the other, while swinging, released a stream that caught the circle in midair.
At last, all four swung from the four corners and their streams met in the center, making one stream that flowed straight to the bottom, hitting a small target marked beforehand, to the delight of everyone watching.
The performance ended, the girls retired to their room. The effects of Cerecere's hypnosis made it so the girls didn't remember everything, but left a vivid memory nonetheless. "Pallapalla wants to do it again," Pallapalla said. "It was fun," agreed Junjun. "If you don't mind being affected by my magic, I'll be glad to arrange another performance," said Cerecere. "Can you just affect the audience?" said Vesves. "I think I want to do it without the mind effects next time." "If she can do it on her own, I'll try too," said Junjun. Pallapalla agreed. Cerecere was impressed with her sisters and all four began planning another show. |
Chibi-Usa decided to investigate the Dead Moon Circus further. When Momo and Kyuusuke heard Chibi-Usa was going to the circus, they insisted on going as well. Chibi-Usa reluctantly agreed, ready to do anything if anything strange happened at the show again.
The Amazoness Quartet were preparing for their performance. This performance for them would be different, for they decided to have fun with their pee acrobatics before a mesmerized audience without any hypnosis performed on them. They decided they didn't need hypnotic influences for them to have fun. They agreed it was still best for the audience to entranced by Cerecere's magic. Not many people might enjoy the show the show they planned.
Chibi-Usa, Momo, and Kyuusuke sat near the front as various performers put on their own acts. Chibi-Usa waited, wondering what would happen next. Momo had an encounter at the circus before, but it seemed she was trying to have a fun evening. Soon the stage cleared and only Pallapalla, Junjun, and Vesves were visible. "Where's the fourth one?" wondered Chibi-Usa. Then she noticed Cerecere swinging on a trapeze.
"I don't think we should watch too closely," said Momo. "Something strange happened to me the last time I watched this." She and Chibi-Usa averted their eyes. "You're just afraid," said Kyuusuke, watching the slow movement of the swing. "Nothing can happen with just this." He then looked transfixed at the movement. It was relaxing in a way. A new sight came over him. Dazzling, sparkling, yellow flower petals swirled before him and the rest of the audience. Momo remembered something about those flowers. Pushing Chibi-Usa to the floor, both avoided the petals.
When Momo looked up, the petals and Cerecere were no longer to be found. Cautiously, she returned to her seat, along with Chibi-Usa. Chibi-Usa saw Kyuusuke watching with an entranced look. Chibi-Usa could see other people with similar expressions. "This is the first part of their plan," she realized. "Now I can see what they do with so many people under their influence."
Chibi-Usa and Momo watched as Cerecere resumed swinging. She cast an illusion of being in the Amazon jungle. Momo and Chibi-Usa were surprised when Cerecere lowered her skirt and drops of urine splashed on the ground, followed by flowers growing as though in a rainstorm. "Unusual, but pretty in its own way," said Chibi-Usa. Momo agreed. When the stage returned, they watched as Pallapalla rode on a ball. Pulling her clothes to the side, Pallapalla peed off the ball while balancing on the rolling ball.
"Nice balance," admired Momo. Without stopping, Pallapalla laid on her back, her stream rising into the air and connected with the streams of the others, making one long stream and then separating into distinct streams, making different shapes. "Very impressive," said Chibi-Usa. "They're really brave to do something like that in front of so many people," said Momo. The Amazoness Quartet went on to acrobats. With Junjun in the lead, the girls jumped and spun from one side to the other, making yellow circles in midair and landing neatly.
"I wouldn't mind learning that trick," said Chibi-Usa. She and Momo applauded along with the rest of the audience. They watched as the girls ran across the high wire, peeing in a neat line. Then they faced each other, two on each wire, four urine streams connected. Two of them facing each other jumped, streams staying connected and landed neatly on the others spot. Then two standing diagonal from each other jumped and performed the same trick. "I never thought I would be impressed with a show like this," said Momo. "How could they have come up with such an interesting show?" Her and Chibi-Usa couldn't guess, but continued to cheer and watch fascinated.
The performance continued with more midair jumps, involving making yellow circles and others releasing a stream that hit the circle. The show ended with a grand finale of all four girls combining their streams to hit a small seed on the floor which grew into a large flower. Chibi-Usa and Momo cheered the loudest. Afterwards, Kyuusuke said, "It was an exciting performance I think. I can't remember what happened too much, but I can't help but feel like it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I wish I could remember everything."
Chibi-Usa realized the audience would become mezermised when the Amazoness Quartet would perform in such a way. "It makes sense in a way," she thought. She explained what she thought happened to everyone during the audience to Momo. "Think they would like to hear complements from two who really did like their show?" asked Momo. Chibi-Usa wasn't sure, but didn't seem to think it would be too bad. They ran backstage and caught up to the Amazoness Quartet.
"That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!" said Chibi-Usa to the Amazoness Quartet. "It was the best circus show ever," said Momo. The Amazoness Quartet seemed to enjoy the compliments. Deciding to have a little fun, Vesves asked "What was your favorite part?" "The beginning," said Chibi-Usa. "When we were in the jungle and you made those flowers grow like it was raining." "Such a sight made it easier to enjoy everything else," said Momo. "Wait," said Junjun. "How are you able to remember that? No one is supposed to remember anything." "They weren't affected," said Pallapalla. "They saw everything!"
Cerecere tried to act composed. "How were you able to resist my spell?" "I remembered it and protected myself and my friend," said Momo. "So you were able to resist my spell," said Cerecere calmly. "I admit I am impressed you were able to do so." "You don't have to be ashamed of anything," said Chibi-Usa. "We really liked it." "You did?" asked Pallapalla. She didn't seem to mind so much anymore. "Could you show us some tricks?" asked Chibi-Usa.
"Since you truly liked the performance an were able to escape Cerecere's spell, perhaps," said Vesves. "It would be a good way to experience being young," said Cerecere. As she looked at Chibi-Usa, Cerecere said to her sisters, "There is something familiar about her." "I feel like we know her somehow," said Junjun. "A long lost friend?" wondered Pallapalla. "We may know one day," said Vesves.
Chibi-Usa and Momo were showed to pee off the swing. As they swung, Chibi-Usa with her skirt and panties down, Momo's pulled to the side, they let their pee drip onto the ground, hitting seeds which became flowers. "It's a very freeing and relaxing feeling," said Chibi-Usa. "It's a lot of fun," Momo agreed. "This is what being a kid is all about," said Cerecere Pallapalla showed them how to pee while riding on balls. Their balance wasn't as good as Pallapalla's, but it was still fun and they were able to stay on a while. They finished with trying some acrobats with the girls. With the Amazoness Quartet's help, Chibi-Usa and Momo were able to jump and spin, making yellow circles. Chibi-Usa wondered if the Amazoness Quartet were the enemies. Still, if they could have this much fun, maybe there is hope for them.
In Crystal Tokyo, Princess Small Lady Serenity laughed with the Sailor Quartet over old memories. Then she said, "I have a task I would like you to do with me if you like." "It is an honor to serve you however we may," said Sailor Ceres. "I was thinking having fun like in the 20th century," said Princess Small Lady Serenity. "It would be an honor to have fun with you for a change," said Sailor Pallas.
Princess Small Lady Serenity told them her idea. "I'd enjoy having fun like this again," said Sailor Juno. "You have a plan to take of the audience, My Lady?" said Sailor Vesta. "I do," said Princess Small Lady with a smile.
She and the Sailor Quartet brought the royal court to watch a performance they practiced. Everyone gathered, Princess Small Lady Serenity used Luna-P to mesmerize the audience. Soon they cheered and applauded as the princess and Sailor Quartet performed special moves while peeing, from balancing from trees to handstands to spinning in midair, their pee spinning around each other. Neo-Queen Serenity watched from afar, unaffected by Luna-P enjoying her daughter's and her daughter's Sailor Senshi's performance. |
It was Michelle's first college softball game. She was a freshman and had traveled far away from home to accept a scholarship to play softball. Now her day was finally here.
She was wearing her softball uniform, gray softball pants that were pulled up to her knees. The tight pants hugged her athletic thighs. She had red knee-high socks, which was the color of her team. Underneath she had on a black pair of spandex pants. Under the spandex she had on a cute white thong, with pink and yellow stripes. She never could get into the habit of wearing nothing underneath her spandex pants.
It was a mild day, but for some reason Michelle could not quench her thirst. Between each inning she would gulp down a beverage. She would trade off between water and Gatorade.
Now it was the fifth inning. As she ran out to her position in left field she suddenly realized that she had to pee.
"It's okay," she said to herself. "At the end of the inning I'll just run over to the clubhouse and relieve myself."
But then something funny happened. The first batter got a hit. The second batter followed suit. The next batter walked. This was shaping up to be a long inning. Batter after batter reached base. During this time Michelle went from being mildly desperate to being ready to burst.
"Oh my God, why can't we get anybody out," Michelle was wondering.
Michelle had a history of cutting things close when it came to using the restroom. Several times in high school she nearly wet herself in class. She liked the feeling of being desperate most of the time, and she treated it like a game. She would drink coffee and water all day during class and not use the restroom once. Once, on her way home from school, she lost control and peed through her panties while lifting up her skirt behind a set of bushes. She even kind of liked the feeling of warm wetness rubbing against her pussy. However, she had never told anybody of that particular situation.
Today, Michelle's desperation was not a game to her. There were people in the stands watching, not to mention her teammates and coaches. This inning needed to end fifteen minutes ago. Then, the next batter hit a line drive between her and the center fielder. The ball rolled all the way to the fence. Michelle, instinctively reacting to the sound of the ball hitting the bat, took of running for the ball in a sprint. As she ran, a few spurts of pee escaped her and soaked into her thong.
"Oh no!" thought Michelle, "I can't make it much longer like this."
Michelle got to the ball first and hurled it back into the infield. As she threw the ball another spurt of pee jetted from her pussy. Walking back to her position she discreetly examined herself. Fortunately for her, none of the pee was showing on her grey softball pants. However, she could feel that her thong was pretty drenched.
Finally, the last out was made. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as she trotted towards the dugout. Before she could put her glove down, the coach called the entire team in for a meeting.
"What have we talked about all offseason," said the coach. "We have got to play sound fundamental softball if we want to be competitive this year! What I saw out there was absolute rubbish. If things don't change we won't be competitive in any of our games!"
As coach continued to lecture the importance of fundamental softball, Michelle lost focus on what the coach was saying and was entirely focused on her dilemma.
"C'mon coach," thought Michelle. "We know we were terrible last inning. Don't you know that I have a dam in me that's about to burst? Oh well. As soon as he's done I can go to the clubhouse."
Then she heard the coach say her name.
"Michelle. You're up first this inning. Start us off on the right foot."
"Oh no," thought Michelle. "This can't be happening."
By the time she grabbed her bat and helmet the umpire was calling for a batter. Michelle stepped into the box. The pitcher wound up and hurled a pitch that was low and outside.
"Ball," yelled the umpire.
Michelle's face was now red. Her knees were shaking. She decided that she wasn't going to take the bat off of her shoulder, and the pitcher would just strike her out. The pitcher wound up and threw another pitch. Again, the ball was low and outside. Michelle couldn't believe that the pitcher who had breezed through the first four innings suddenly couldn't find the strike zone. The catcher asked for time and ran out to talk to the pitcher. Michelle stepped out of the box. She realized that she could no longer hold it. Pee began escape her, first slowly, but more quickly. At first, there was no evidence of what was happening. But then the fabric of her softball pants could no longer hold the pee that was continuing to escape her. Pee began running down both of her legs, and was beginning to drench the fabric of her softball pants. A wet patch began to appear.
"Oh no," she whimpered. "I can't believe this is happening to me." The pee was now gushing out of her pussy. The pee began to flow from her pants, first as a drip, but soon as a gushing torrent. The rest of the urine ran down her right leg and started to pool into one of her red socks. A murmur began to grow from the stands, her teammates, and the players from the opposing dugout. She could even hear several people laughing at the expense of her embarrassment. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pee began to subside. Her coach, finally taking notice of what was happening, walked over to her.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"I'm so embarrassed," whispered Michelle. I can't believe this is happening to me. I feel like a little girl.
"It's all right," said the coach. Just finish your at-bat and we'll get you into the clubhouse and get you a change of clothes."
"Okay coach," said Michelle.
She stepped back into the box, with the warmth of the pee beginning to wear off. The pitcher threw two more pitches out of the strike zone. Michelle would now have to run the bases in her wet, soggy, uniform... |
It was twelve years ago when I met my wife for the first time. I was twenty seven, and she was a nubile lass of only nineteen. I pegged her for younger than that, even, which was why I sort of played with her a little, teasing her mildly when I saw her admiring my old Mustang in the grocery store parking lot. With shoulder length pale blonde hair and wearing a very short blue sundress, she was a pleasing enough sight, but not the sort of girl a ragged looking character like myself would get involved with.
“Hey little girl, want a ride?” I asked as I walked up on her.
“Hi,” she said, smiling brightly. “I was just looking at your car. I really like it!”
“Oh, well, thanks, I did a lot of work on it.” “Did you do it all yourself?”
“Pretty much. I mean, I had some machine work on the engine done at the shop, and I had the rear end rebuilt at a shop, but the rest I did myself.”
“Who did the body work?”
“I did.”
“How about the interior? That’s kind of rough.”
“I just haven’t gotten around to doing a better job yet.”
“Were you serious about that ride? I’d love to ride in it. I’d like to drive it even better!”
“Uh, you gotta be old enough to drive before I let you take one of my cars out.” “I’m old enough!” She instantly pulled her driver’s license from her little blue purse and thrust it at me. “See? Nineteen. I’m gonna be twenty.” I checked her license, son of a gun if she wasn’t.
“You sure that’s not a fake?” “Dummy, if I had a fake I would get one that said I was twenty one, so I could buy beer.”
“Good point. Sure, I guess I could take you for a spin, if that’s what you really want.”
“It’s not for sale, is it?”
“I could probably be talked out of it.”
“It’s okay, I don’t have any money anyway. It’s fun to dream, though!”
“Well, okay, you want to look at the engine?”
“What for? Let’s just see if it runs!” “Oh, it runs.” I went around and opened the passenger door for her. She leaned over into the front before getting in, clearing off some papers from the seat, making sure I got a good look at her pale pink underwear when her short dress rode up some, then she got in, giving me a good crotch flash. She was smiling at me as I closed the door and walked around to my side. I opened my door and threw my little bag of nuts and bolts from the hardware store in the back seat then settled down with my keys.
“It’s pretty much a stock 289,” I said. “I did a few things, roller cam, headers, dual exhaust and glass-packs. Bigger carb and intake, it runs pretty good.” I touched it off and it rumbled to life, the cam sort of loping along. The girl was smiling wildly.
“I Love It!” she shouted over the rumble of the engine.
I gave her a goofy grin, poked the throttle a couple times just to make noise, then found reverse and slowly backed out of my parking spot. I goosed the throttle a couple more times, and eased out the clutch, not wanting to scare her or attract the law. “Where do you want to go?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes and tossed a few strands of her long, straight blonde hair out of her eyes. “I really don’t care. This car really turns me on!” So I wandered on through town over to the freeway. She was busy looking around at the inside of my car as I putt-putted through town. I got to the freeway on ramp and opened her up for a couple seconds. Barely enough to break the back end a little loose, but with the posi it hooked up pretty good and by the time we were halfway up the steep uphill ramp I was doing nearly eighty. I backed it off until we merged onto the freeway, then got a good look in my review and saw a remarkable lack of cars painted black and white, so I jumped on it again. There was no traffic in front of us for a ways, so I took it up to about a hundred, then slowed down to pass a couple trucks at about seventy, then hit a long straight stretch and really stuck my foot in it. Speedometer went to a hundred and forty, and I got it tight against the peg for a few seconds, then backed it off as I was going past lots of traffic going the other way, and it was just a matter of luck none of them was the law. Of course, an old car like that, those sorts of speeds, with the open exhaust and all, conversation was impossible, so she wasn’t saying anything at all until I slowed down to a much more reasonable and approximately legal speed.
“You better pull over up here,” she said as the noise died down.
“Are you okay?”
“Just pull over anywhere. I need to change my pants!”
“What?” “I went to the bathroom in my pants a little, okay? When you got on the freeway, it scared me going so fast, and I couldn’t hold it.” “Oh, hell, I’m so sorry about that!” “It’s not your fault. I just hope I didn’t hurt your seat or your carpeting.” I pulled over into a wide gravel pull off and stopped the car next to some trees. She jumped out as soon as I stopped, then leaned back into the car. “Don’t leave me here!” she commanded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I said.
She got a couple of tissues out of her purse and wiped off her legs. I looked at the vinyl seat: sure enough it was a little wet. I grabbed an old shirt from the back seat and blotted the seat dry, then turned to look at her as she reached under her dress and very demurely took her panties off. They were light pink cotton bikinis, which I of course already knew. She made with the tissues a little more, patting her bottom and crotch dry I assume, then produced a pair of panties identical to the first as far as I could see from her tiny purse and pulled them on. Considering she was hardly overdressed to start with in her tiny mini dress, she did the whole underwear exchange in a remarkably demure and lady-like fashion. I was pretty impressed with this girl already. She got back into the car and hung her wet panties from my gear shift lever.
“A little gift for letting me ride in your car!” she said, laughing. “I bet that’s not the first pair of wet panties you and your car have caused.”
“Uh, actually I think it is...”
She punched me in the arm, a pretty good shot. “Maybe not the last, though!” She laughed out loud at her humor. “I’m really sorry I got your seat wet, though.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Well, I’m still sorry. How can I make it up to you?” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, pulling the car back onto the freeway, driving much slower this time for the next off ramp where we could turn around.
“How about twenty bucks?” she asked.
“For the car ride? You’re joking!”
“Well, I got your seat all wet, and your carpet. Plus your gas, and your time.”
“We get back to the store, you just give me a little kiss and we call it even, how’s that?”
“Deal! But I was gonna give you one of those anyway, for being so nice.”
We got married a month to the day after that. |
Mindi was all tingly inside. Though just an eighth grader, she had been invited to march with the high school band in the annual Christmas parade. What an honor! she had worked hard to earn it.
"Dress warmly, Dear." Mindi's Mom stuck her head into the bedroom yet another time to check and hopefully hasten her daughter's preparations for the parade. It was a cold December, and Mindi had dressed warmly. Over panties and her first "A" cup bra, she struggled into her brother's union suit long johns he wore hunting. Then a pair of jeans and a sweater, and finally a band uniform. It was several sizes too big for her, but with all the underclothing, it fit Mindi perfectly.
"Let's eat!" Obviously Dad was hungry. Mindi trumped down the stairs to the family dining room. She was surprised how much her movement was restricted by all her clothing. "Blessing." Dad, again. Everyone bowed his head for the grace, then dug into stacks of pancakes, syrup and hot coffee. Yes, this morning Mindi was being allowed a cup of coffee! She was up there with the big girls now.
"Be sure to peepee before we go," Mindi's Mom reminded her. "Remember what happened when we went shopping."
How could Mindi forget! The damn mall was ten miles long, and the restroom at one end was closed for repair, so Mindi had to find Mom and the others and tell them, then hike all the way down to the other end to the other bathroom. She didn't make it. Mindi shuddered at the recall. Muscles straining, resistance giving way, an audible hiss, peepee squirting into her panties and running down her legs. Then the endless walk back to find Mom; how many eyes followed? How many snide snickers did Mindi hear?
"Yeah, don't forget to peepee. I don't want you wetting in my long johns." Mindi's brother smiled as he kidded her; he wasn't mean, but he did like to kid her, and peepeeing in his long johns would be a long time forgotten.
In the bathroom, Mindi worked through the layers of her clothing, until at last she managed to pull down her panties and sit down. Ahhhhh! "A good pee is better than sex," shed heard some older girls say. Then they giggled. Mindi didn't know about sex. She got funny feelings around boys, but an embarrassed kiss was as far as she'd gone. But pee -- that Mindi knew well. A good pee did feel sooo good. Sometimes Mindi held extra long, just to enhance the final pleasure. Had the mall been such an accident? Maybe.
"Let's roll!" Mindi patted herself dry, pulled up and buttoned, zipped, or otherwise fastened her multi-layered accoutrements. Grabbing her trombone, Mindi ran -- waddled, rather -- out the door to the car.
"Did you remember to peepee, Dear?"
"Yes, Mom." And they were on their way.
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Two hours later the school bus unloaded at the parade marshaling grounds. It was an open field at the edge of town. There were no facilities, but it was big and flat and convenient. This was always the parade lined up.
"Fall in!" The drum major has a voice like a fog horn. The band quickly coalesced in formation. Mindi glanced one last longing time at the distant woods. Way too far. She was jealous of the band boys; they just formed a tight circle and peed on the ground. Fifty guys peeing at one time sounded like Niagara falls. Yuk! Mindi would just hold her pee, thank you.
It was another half hour before the parade stepped off, and Mindi was beginning to clinch now and then as the pressure mounted in her bladder. She wished she's foregone that second cup of coffee. But when the band got into motion, Mindi forgot her discomfort. She was marching in the Christmas parade! Mindi was up there with the big girls.
As the band marched past the courthouse, Mindi almost made a misstep. It was getting increasingly hard to concentrate on marching with pee straining to free itself from one's dIstended bladder. But Mindi corrected herself, and a half hour later the parade was over. There was the bus. "Mount up!" And the ride back to the high school began.
The bud was warm, soooo nice after a sub-freezing parade. Mindi settled into a seat. She squeezed both hands between her thighs. Just half an hour more. Mindi was hurting, but she would make it.
And she did. When the bus doors opened everyone made a mad rush through the band room to the bathrooms. When Mindi rounded the corner and saw the line at the girl's room, her heart sank. There must have been twenty girls in front of her. How long would it take for twenty -- correction, twenty-one girls -- to use three stalls! Mindi shuddered to think about it.
Oops! Oops! Don't shudder, Mindi. Keep holding! Keep holding!
Damn those boys! Their line was down to one. Now he was in and out, before the girl's line moved at all. "Let's use the boy's room," Christi suggested. Three girls broke line and headed toward the other door. Strength in numbers, Mindi though. But she could never do that.
Mindi surprised herself by actually making it home dry -- well, almost dry; there was that one little trickle. Dad was impatient to get home for the game on TV, and Mindi had never made it to the girl's room. She was in agony, but she was still holding.
Waddling to her room, Mindi began quickly to undress: Uniform, jeans, sweater.... Click, click, click. Mindi turned to see her brother taking pictures. "Smile," he said; "I want all my friends to see what my long johns look like on a girl.
"Don't you dare!" Mindi grabbed for the camera, then tried to cover herself with her sweater.
Oh no! Mindi shouldn't have bent down to pick up the sweater. A squirt of hot pee in her panties straightened her quickly and with a squeak.
But it was too late. Mini grabber her crotch as a dark stain spread between, the down her legs.
"Woah!" Mindi's brother exclaimed, laughing. Mindi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she just bent over and held herself, and peed and peed.
When she could move, Mindi turned and started for the bathroom, trying (unsuccessfully) to cover her wet seat with both hands.
And that's the picture that went viral on the internet. |
As I haven't written anything in a very long while, I thought I should start posting a chapter-based fiction based on a number of roleplays I've had throughout time. I must warn you that if you are into toilet control, forced wettings, submission-domination and other stuff like that, this story will surely get your blood boiling. The first chapter is rather long as it sets out the setting as well, but it's sure worth a read! I am writing this for my own enjoyment but I sure hope you will enjoy it as much as I will!
What's left to figure out is whether I (or you, my dear reader) actually identify more with the Mistress or with her helpless prisoner...
Chapter 1 - A strange encounterSaturday evening...I think...I can't remember anything, my head's hurting and I am feeling weird...dizzy...
Suddenly, reality strikes as I get a powerful, strange feeling from my lower abdomen. I realise what it is, but I do my best to not acknowledge it. It's my bladder. It is begging for relief. That is the point I first feel the cold shackles on my wrists. Iron chains hanging from the ceiling are holding my hands up above my head. It must be at least an hour I've been in that unnatural position, as it doesn't seem to be uncomfortable anymore.
"I can't believe this is happening!! Hello?! Hello, is there anybody here?!"
I shout as I realise I am tied up against my will in a room I've never seem before. It seems a regular room, as I can see a desk and some cupboards on the far left, as well as a wardrobe towards the right. Immediately to my right there's a lit fireplace, with a fresh load of wood burning in it. In the middle of the room, a fuzzy oval shaped carpet covers the hardwood floor, with a very stylish armchair sitting on it. The only weird thing that strikes me, apart of the chains I am tied up with, is the lack of windows...
"Hello? Can someone help me?"
Suddenly, I can hear footsteps coming up on what seems to be a flight of stairs behind me. "Yes! Someone is coming!" A door opens and the foot steps start getting closer.
"Finally! Can you please help me? I have no idea how I ended up here but I think there's enough time before whoever tied me up is back, please untie me!"
"Hmm hmm hm" a soft, feminine chuckle breaks the silence. "Oh Jean, but I tied you up." After locking the door, the mysterious woman paces behind me, with her high heels clacking on the hardwood floor.
"What?! Who are you? Why are you doing this?" I ask, "And how do you know my name?"
"Shh shh Jean, I am the one asking the questions here." she says as she comes out of the shadows and stands in front of me, covering my lips with her index finger. I am shocked to see a tall, slim lady, probably in her early thirties stand in front of me. I notice her long, blonde hair and I soon find myself gazing into her deep blue eyes.
"You should thank me for not wearing a mask, Jean!"
I realise I have now seen her face and for a kidnap victim, that sure isn't a good thing.
"So, are you still feeling dizzy?"
"Yes, a bit..." I answer as she hands me a 500 ml ice cold water bottle from the cupboards at the back.
"This should help a bit with that"
I start drinking as she takes the water bottle to my lips. I must have really been thirsty, as I empty almost half of it. I try to stop drinking but she manages to force the rest of it down my throat.
"Half was enough, why did you do that??"
"Be polite, Jean, don't raise your voice!"
Ashamed, I apologise "I'm sorry Miss, it's just I'm really uncomfortable...Who are you, why am I here?"
"Well, since you finished all your water as a good boy, I'll answer some of your questions. My friends call me Ashley, but that is Miss Ashley for you. As why you are here..."
"Please, all my money is in my back pocket, you can take it, please let me go!"
"Are you saying I'm a thief?! And don't interrupt me, Jean! It's not your money I'm after you silly boy, I could've taken it while you were asleep...." she stumps her right heel on the hardwood floor. That surely startles me and sends a sharp spasm to my bladder, making me cross my legs.
"Sorry, Miss Ashley! I don't mean any disrespect, but I am so scared right now, why did you bring me here?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough dear" she says as she caresses my chin softly with her long fingers.
As I notice she is rather starring at my crossed legs, I quickly uncross them. "I almost forgot, Jean" she smiles naughtily at me, "don't you remember what you were doing before you woke up here?"
"Uhm, not really no...I think I was out with my friends..."
"That is correct." she acknowledges as she sits in front of me on the leather armchair, crossing her legs teasingly. I can't help but notice her well defined legs and purple, expensive looking high heels. As for the outfit, she seems she just got here straight from work, as she still is wearing her dark grey suit. She must be a lawyer or something.
"You were out with your friends, I know that because I followed you. You had quite a few drinks, it must've been at least three pints of Stella you had, plus the sambuca shots, which were...mhh....five... or more? Naughty boy, tsk tsk!"
"But how did I get here?"
"Before that, are you sure you don't need anything else? Maybe some more water?"
"Oh no!"
"Oh no what?"
"Oh no, Miss Ashley. Thank you but I had enough."
"Anything else you might need, food, a toilet?"
The way she said "toilet", slowly, stressing every letter sent another powerful spasm to my bladder and I cross my legs once again.
"Are you sure?", she smirks at me from her armchair, "you don't need to be shy you know."
"I am alright Miss Ashley, thank you." Now, why would I say such a stupid thing? You clearly remember what you were doing before you woke up here Jean, you were looking for a toilet! You left the first pub where all your friends were because the toilet line was too long and you went into the pub next door. You did get to the toilet, but that's the last thing you remember...She probably knocked you out with something, ether maybe -that should explain the sweet taste in your mouth-, before you even got a chance to use the toilet. Now, why would you be so stupid and deny the much needed chance to use the loo?
"Ok, if you say so, I believe you", her smile and the way she stares into my eyes, however, indicate the opposite...
"In that case, you need to drink some more!" and she promptly forces another half liter of ice cold water down my throat before I even get a chance to object.
"You seem so nice, but still you treat me so badly" I say as she wipes off the water that spilled out on my chin.
"Oh no Jean, you will learn that I am a very good person, it just depends on you."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that if you are a good boy and do everything I tell you, only good things will happen. However, the opposite is also true, if you don't, there will be dire consequences for you and your bl... that you will have to face!"
"Ok, I fully understand, Miss Ashley! I will be good!"
"There you go, you are a quick learner" and she gives me a quick peck on the cheek.
While she goes to the cupboards and fixes herself what seems to be a mojito, I am left to face the cold reality of the state I am in. Bursting, absolutely bursting to pee, all tied up with no toilet in sight and too ashamed to ask for a toilet... And thinking about all of this sure isn't helping as I find myself bobbing up and down with my legs double crossed...Hmm, good thing she didn't tie my legs up!
I quickly stop shaking as she turns around and goes back to her armchair, but I am unable to uncross my legs.
"Now Jean, I think you have been a bad boy..." she says as she smirks and takes a long and loud sip out of her mojito.
"No Miss Ashley, I wouldn't dare!"
"Oh I think you just did, you just lied to me...I am very disappointed, Jean. However, I'll give you another chance. And you better make the most of it, cause they are very rare: Once again, would you like to use a toilet, Jean?"
Blushing, I can't help but admit that my bladder will soon take over "Yes Miss, I think I would!"
"You just think? Cause in that case it means you won't be getting one!"
The idea makes my urge ten times stronger, and I start doing the most childish pee dance ever. She starts laughing as my face turns red and I admit:
"You are right Miss, I am actually very sure! I really really need to use a toilet now. I mean, I had so much to drink at the pub, plus one liter of water I just had here..."
"That's better Jean, I appreciate your honesty. And I know how bad you need to go, it's obvious... And also bearing in mind you were in search of a toilet even before I brought you here... that should have you now very VERY full."
Biting my lower lip, I acknowledge "Yes Miss Ashley, I am bursting! I need to go so bad, it feels like I'm about to..."
"To what, Jean, don't leave me hanging?"
"To...to let go any moment" I stutter "I really have to use the toilet now!"
She slowly walks towards me and kneels right in front , lifting my shirt and exposing my overfilled bladder. A huge smirk covers her face as she begins to gently caress my bladder "Oh my Jean, you really do need to go. And you need to go soon!" she says without even lifting her eyes from my bladder.
She stands up and softly whispers in my ear "Now what could we do about that?"
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That's the end of the first chapter, but there's more to come my friends! Your comments and feedback, be it positive or not, are truly welcomed! I hope you enjoyed this and there sure is more to come!
Jean |
Since Chapter 2 is already finished, I’m not going to leave you hanging for too long (although I enjoy doing that :P) and I’ll post it today. Consider this an early Christmas present from me. It’s a bit shorter than the first one and it brings new depths to the interaction. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment!
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Chapter 2 – A pleasant conversation
All I can think about is how bad I need to go. My bladder is literally screaming to let it empty its painful content, but I am trying my best to ignore it. I mean, I am an adult, I should be able to do that, the bladder is part of me and who I am, so I should be in charge. I can clearly hold it until a toilet will become available. Even if she decides to keep me tied here for more hours to come, I’ll hold it till the end as she will eventually let me go. She… she… She is so weird – I hope she doesn’t read my mind! – , so gentle and caring, yet so demanding. She hasn’t been rude, but it is obvious that my opinion doesn’t count here. I’ll just do whatever she wants, it doesn’t seem she wants to hurt me or anything else, and I’ll be leaving this place any time soon. But she’s so cute…why is she so attractive?!
Her words still linger on my eardrums "Now what could we do about that?"… Well, it’s obvious if you ask me, let me use your toilet… and do that soon.
“Is that a rhetorical question, Miss?”
“Haha, Jean, you’re funny!” she seems to be laughing sincerely, “You still have the power to joke, I respect that.”
“Don’t get me wrong Miss, but I can only see one viable option when someone is in a desperate need for a toilet and one is available. He’ll be allowed to use it.”
“Miss what? Hmm, Miss what, Jean?”
“Sorry…I meant Miss Ashley…” Why am I always doing these stupid mistakes! Arghh!
“That’s better. Well, my dear, think about what you just said earlier and try and use your imagination. I am sure you can find more than one option for such a situation…” she leaves me thinking as she fixes herself another glass of mojito. Yes, it’s definitely a mojito, I can tell by the strong rum and lime smells that hit my nostrils.
“Well, I think I know what you mean, Miss Ashley, but I just hope that I am wrong.”
“Maybe there’s no toilet around, hmm? What do you say about that?”
“I hope that’s not the case!! Not that I am that desperate, but who knows how long it’ll be till I get home…”
“Are you not, Jean?! Then why are we still talking about this subject?” she stares at me inquisitively.
Now, why did you just say that? You’re bursting, you can’t even remember another occasion on which you had to go so bad. Who knows, you might be close to wetting yourself…
I quickly snap out of those thoughts and reassure myself No way Jean, you are 23 years old, you are an adult. You will hold it until you’ll get to the loo, you will empty your bladder when you decide! And, of course, you don’t want to ruin your jeans, this is just the second time you’re wearing them…
“Ahm, well yes. I mean, it’s not that bad… It’s just that I have no idea when I’ll be able to use the toilet.”
She obviously reads right through me and clearly doesn’t buy such lies. She’s probably seen many guys in this state before, she knows all the signs, all the little perks… “How long will I be tied up here, Miss Ashley?” I finally build up the courage to ask, “And why am I actually here, why did you chose me?! There were at least twenty other guys in the pub!”
“Oh, there sure were other guys there, Jean, but I chose you. And I’ve done that so many weeks ago… And since you’ve been a very good boy, I am going to untie you any moment now. With a deal, of course, but we’ll get to that. Until then, let’s have a little conversation, I bet you are dying – to release all that pent up piss, she thinks to herself – to find out how I know your name.”
“Yes, Miss Ashley, please tell me.” I say double crossing my legs once again and hoping she doesn’t take to long to finish her story.
She starts thinking about something hidden in the most pleasurable parts of her memory and a naughty smiles slowly appears on her face. She is so cute when she does that… I wonder what her lips taste like…
“You were so cute, Jean” she breaks the silence. “I knew the moment I saw you I need meet you, maybe even teach you some tricks.”
“What do you mean, when did you see me, Miss?”
“It was around three weeks ago. I was heading home after a very long day at the office, I think it was maybe 12 at night, when I had to stop the car on the side of the road to take a phone call… Hmm, that was a truly delightful sight. But anyway, how do you feel about me untying you now?”
“Sure Miss Ashley, my arms are numb…”
“Are you willing to do something in exchange for that? Something easy?”
“Of course Miss, anything for you!”
“You’re lovely! Then empty this bottle of water for me now, would you?”
Why didn’t I see that coming? Hmm, let’s get through this quickly so she finally unties me and I can go to the loo…
“Easy Miss, too easy.” I bravely say as I down the full strawberry-flavour water bottle without spilling a drop. However, I realise it must’ve been the worst decision I’ve taken all night, as I find myself standing bent at the waist with my legs shaking uncontrollably. I’ve been desperate for so long, I can’t tell anymore what my body is doing to ease the hold and I find myself standing in the weirdest positions, doing funny pee dance moves and biting my lower lip.
Miss Ashley keeps her promise and unlocks the handcuffs, releasing my hands which instantly jam into my crotch. I don’t even realise I am holding myself in public, and that with a lovely and respectable lady standing in front of me…
“Oh no Jean, I forgot! You can’t hold yourself either! That’s the second part of the deal.”
“But Miss, please” I say as I cross my legs over my double-handed crotch grip.
“No buts young man, you must do as you’re told. And also, it’s so, so rude to do that!”
“I apologise, Miss, but I just need to pee sooo baaaa…”
“No buts I said, and stop complaining like a six year old! And you just told me you don’t need to pee, so man up! Or stop telling lies for that matter!”
I slowly remove my hands from my crotch and notice that I got a rather noticeable erection from all the touching and rubbing. Ahh, this is so embarrassing, she clearly noticed, I can tell by her satisfied smirk… And why am I even enjoying this so much?! It’s obvious she’s beautiful, but what’s with these commands, following everything she says without objection… This is so NOT like you, Jean! I just hope I don’t get the Stockholm syndrome or something, start getting attracted to my kidnapper and enjoying this crazy situation…
“Thank you for untying me, Miss Ashley!” I smile politely.
“No problem, Jean, you deserved it! Such as you deserve what is coming next…”
“Hmm?” I wonder.
“I was telling you I had my car parked on the side of the road that night… What do you think happened then? I was minding my own business, talking on the phone and the streets were empty. All of a sudden, this young man comes up from behind my car, holding his crotch and trying madly to unbutton his jeans. I saw one of the cutest pee dances ever but he eventually managed to get his cock out and started wetting on the tree next to my car. It was such a long piss, poor thing was probably absolutely bursting.”
Blushing, I can only find words to apologise: “I’m so, so sorry Miss Ashley, I didn’t realise someone was in the car!”
“I know dear, I know”
Clearly remembering the incident which took place three weeks before, when I was coming home from an evening out with some mates, in which I clearly had too much to drink, I try to explain myself: “I had to hurry when I left the club Miss Ashley, as I would’ve missed my bus, so I couldn’t use the toilets there. I just couldn’t hold it until I got home. I’m sorry… I simply had to pee then and there. I hope you can understand that… And I really didn’t know YOU were there!”
“I must confess to you Jean, that was a very erotic scene for me” Ashley says as she remembers putting an abrupt end to the phone call and simply enjoying the sight of the young man peeing helplessly beside her car, her hands drifting on their own all the way down to her panties. “You don’t need to excuse yourself dear, you really don’t. And you’re lucky you didn’t pee on my car for that matter! But you will still have to learn the lesson I’m about to teach you.”
As it instantly struck her that he must be the perfect subject of her new experiments, Ashley followed him home afterwards and that’s how she started to find out his name, as well as things about when and where he goes out, what drinks he enjoys having and other stuff like that.
“I am happy you are not mad about that, Miss, but please, can I use your toilet now?”
“Now? Right now? Oww, you are getting demanding baby. Maybe I should tie you back up? Hmm?”
“No, please, sorry, I just really have to go to the toilet, I am so full right now” I say biting my lip.
“You seem to be working against yourself, Jean. You have to stop asking such questions. You just asked me if you can use my toilet… what if I say no? No, Jean, you can’t use my toilet. What will you do then? Hmm?”
I’ll piss myself, Miss! I will simply empty the full contents of my bladder in my boxers and brand new jeans. As simple as that. Right here, in front of you, with you seeing every second of it.
What?! No way, Jean!, I won’t do that! I really have to stop working against myself, as even Miss Ashley said. However, the idea that she might not let me use a toilet in time sent a cold shiver down my back and a huge spasm hit my bladder. I felt the first pee drops escape my bladder as I jammed my hands into my crotch, managing to stop them and keep my boxer-briefs dry. Huh, that was close! I just need to get to a toilet soon, I’ve never felt like this since kindergarten. Do what she tells you and shut up!
“What will I do? I will hold it, Miss. I will hold it until you decide it’s time for me to use the loo! What else could I do, I am 23 years old…”
“You didn’t seem that confident on your holding abilities when you yanked your cock out next to me and started peeing. And stop holding yourself, you know you are not allowed! Do you really want to have some more water?? Huh, you’re stubborn!” she abruptly cuts me off.
Removing my hands from my crotch rapidly, happy that I’ve managed to keep my grey boxers dry, I answer to her first question “I know, Miss. But now I am determined!”
“That’s a good attitude, I must give you that. It seems you are ready for your lesson now.”
“What do I need to do? I’m bursting, can we please hurry?”
“No, we cannot. And stop demanding things or you will have to drink another bottle of water. Let’s start. But mind you, and as you probably already figured, you cannot go until we finish our lesson! Which might take longer if you keep excusing yourself and asking for a toilet trip like a little kid.”
“But what if I can’t hold it, Miss?” I say without realising, exposing my biggest weakness to her.
The kinkiest, devilish, yet seductive smile I’ve ever seen appeared on Miss Ashley’s face. My question really made her happy, gratified. It seems that might’ve been all that she wanted to hear all night…
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That is the end of the second chapter guys, and we can clearly see some chemistry already starting to build up between the two characters. It just leaves us wondering what Miss Ashley’s lesson might be about and what outcomes it might have.
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My latest effort is the diary of a watersports novice entitled Dear Desperation Diary. I'd be happy to get any feedback you have about the first entry. It's from the perspective of a young woman who's moving to the city for the first time and discovers from her landlady a fetish she never knew existed. 1st August 2009It’s been such a long day. Where do I start? Saying goodbye to everyone was awful but I’m sure I’ll be back soon enough, I don’t plan on staying away too long, not unless I can find somewhere cheaper to rent. I’m lodging in the house of a lovely but quite odd couple, John and Sue. They’ve said I can treat the whole house as my own but I don’t know if they were just being polite which is pretty good of them after our first meeting was when I peed in their front garden.
I’m getting ahead of myself. If I’m going to keep this diary properly I better try and do things in the right order. It took so long to drive here I was pretty desperate to pee by the time I reached the outskirts of the city. I looked for somewhere that might have toilets but ended up lost in the suburbs, a maze of houses and one way streets and no obvious way back to the main road. I ended up driving round and round in circles, getting so uncomfortably desperate I grew close to wetting myself in the car.
When I just couldn’t wait any longer I stopped and jumped out, spotting a high hedge round a garden. I darted through the open gate and round the side of the hedge, shielded from the road by the thick green leaves and with only one window of the house facing me. I couldn’t see anyone inside so I squatted down and pulled my panties to my knees, holding them away from me so as not to splash them. I’d hardly got them down when the world’s biggest piss gushed out of me, an unstoppable river that soaked the grass at my feet.
Of course it was at that point that a car pulled into the driveway next to the garden. There I was flashing my bits to the world and a woman climbs out of her car to find me squatting on her lawn. I willed myself to stop peeing but it just kept coming out even as I stood up and frantically pulled up my panties, getting them soaking wet, it was so embarrassing but finally I was able to stop any more from leaking out, even though it made me feel even more desperate than before with the hot liquid soaked into my underwear.
“Hello,” she said to me. As simple as that, as if I was an old friend of hers.
“I’m so sorry,” I replied. “I was really desperate and I couldn’t find a toilet and...” It felt awful, mumbling whilst the last escaping trickles of pee ran down my trouser leg. I could feel how warm my panties were and I wanted to run away but she was so polite to me, inviting me in the house to calm down and somehow in minutes we’d agreed I would rent the spare bedroom upstairs. I’m still not quite sure how that happened.
I lugged my suitcase in and emptied it out onto the bed, sorting through the contents to find a dry pair of knickers to change into. I took them with me to the bathroom. The door was open and I froze on the landing when I saw Sue sat on the toilet in there, her husband in the shower. It was one of those nozzle over the bath showers and there was no curtain. From the landing I could see pretty much every inch of his soaking wet body.
I’d never seen a man’s body like that before. He was cleaning himself thoroughly and my eyes were drawn to his penis, sticking out from his body, rock hard under his fumbling hands. I watched him rubbing and stroking it as he stared at his wife. She’d spread her legs wide and was holding her pussy open with her fingers.
It was weird, I’d intruded on something intimate and very private. I wanted to walk away but I couldn’t move. Sue began to pee while I stood there and it was at that point that she looked up and saw me. I expected her to yell at me or at least to push the door shut but she looked away again, as if she didn’t mind me watching her. I stared helplessly at her peeing whilst her husband stroked his cock. When she finished she stood up, pulling off her top to reveal her large round breasts before climbing into the shower and kissing her husband.
The spell was broken at last and I was able to move, running back to my room and closing the door gently behind me. I listened by the door, waiting for them to leave the bathroom so I could go in there. I knew what they were doing and I opened my door a crack to peek through, unable to help myself. From where I stood I could see straight in and the sight filled me with such an odd mix of feelings.
Sue was bent over in the bath, gripping the taps as John stood behind her holding her hips, thrusting in and out of her as they fucked, actually having sex as the water splashed down onto both of them. I kept looking at his face, seeing how happy he looked, the way he smiled each time he pushed himself into her, never saying a word.
I felt a tingle inside me, the kind of tingle that normally ends with me masturbating but I was too desperate for the toilet to enjoy the sensation. I pushed the door closed, not wanting to get any more turned on by the sight of his glistening cock moving in and out of her. I looked round the room for something to pee in, eventually settling on the bin in the corner. I would have to hide it and empty it once I could get into the bathroom. Or maybe out of the window.
I tried to distract myself for a while, still hoping they might finish and I could get to the toilet in time, ignoring the growing pain in my bladder as I hooked up my laptop and hung some clothes up in the wardrobe. Eventually I just couldn’t wait any longer, I had to pee and another glance out of the door showed they were still fucking in the bathroom.
I stepped out of my trousers and pulled off my panties before placing the bin between my legs. I squatted as low as I could, the plastic rim of the bin digging into my legs as I perched on top of it.
I was just about to let go when there was a knock on my door and Sue’s head peeked round, her face looking flushed and her hair dripping onto the floor.
“Just checking you’re okay,” she said, taking in the sight of me squatted over the bin. I wanted to hold in my pee but for the second time today it just started coming out. There was a long silence between us, the only sound was the loud hiss of the gushing pee falling into the bin as Sue’s eyes moved down to the flow of piss, entranced by the sight of my urination.
“I...I needed the bathroom,” I muttered.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied. “I’ll rinse the bin out for you.”
She came into my room, quietly closing the door behind her, holding a towel to her chest and humming to herself as she waited patiently for me to finish peeing. I tried to force it out faster and a splash gushed out, nearly spraying onto the carpet. When I finally stopped the bin was surprisingly full and Sue snatched it from me before I could stop her.
“Won’t be a minute,” she said. I pulled up my knickers as she walked away. She had to let go of her towel to open the door and it slipped down, falling to the floor and revealing her naked body to me for the second time that evening.
“Oops,” she giggled, not bothering to pick it back up. “Back in a minute.”
I looked at the rounded shape of her breasts as she backed out of the door, her nipples were rock hard and I felt a sudden urge to suck them into my mouth, the first thought I’d ever had about women in that way. I heard her pour the contents of the bin into the toilet before she came back to sit beside me on the bed, putting an arm round my shoulder.
I didn’t want to look at her body but I couldn’t help it, she was so close to me, I could feel her leg against mine as she faced me and kissed my cheek. “You stay here as long as you like. Pop and see me if you need anything.”
I saw this notebook in the drawer and I just had to write down everything that’s happened, in case I wake up tomorrow and think it was all a dream. I’m still not sure if I want to stay here but at least I’ve somewhere to sleep for tonight and I can always find somewhere else tomorrow.
Hope you liked the first diary entry. The other entries can be found in the book on amazon.
Luna
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This is a new thread for stories revolving around Kim Possible characters. Anyone can post or suggest stories here. I will start with a series of one shots about Kim and Ron.
At 5 years old
Kim Possible at kindergarten walked across the playground feeling uncomfortable. She had to use the bathroom, but was too shy to ask the teacher. As she thought about fixing her problem, she saw her new friend Ron. He looked as uncomfortable as she was. Suspecting he had the same situation, and thinking about sharing her plan with someone she could trust, she went up to him.
"It's ok," said Kim. "I know you need the bathroom, just like me." "You to?" asked Ron. "Why don't you just ask?" "Why don't you?" replied Kim. There was a moment of understanding between them. They both had the same reason. "Want some help?" asked Kim. "What do you mean?" asked Ron. "I think I know how to fix this. I have an idea, but you can't tell anyone." Ron agreed, and Kim told him her idea. "That's impossible," said Ron. "We'll be seen." "Nothing's impossible for a Possible. I walked around. There's a blind spot between 2 windows. If we get against the wall, the teacher can't see us. All we have to do is walk over there without being noticed." "How are you so smart?" asked Ron. "My parents said this happens when a rocket scientist and brain surgeon have kids."
The first part went smoothly. As they neared the spot, they sometimes stopped and walked in a different direction for a moment. With the other kids running around and playing, no one noticed them. When the teacher looked away from the window, Kim darted behind the bush and with lightning reflexes, pulled Ron through. They were in between the windows and couldn't see in, so one know could see out. She pushed Ron down a bit, until they couldn't see the playground, which Kim knew meant no one there could see either. As Ron stood crouched over, Kim said, "I know boys like to stand, but maybe it'll be easier if you sit down." Ron agreed and they both looked down, Ron sliding his shorts and underwear, Kim lifting her dress and moving her underwear away. They got on their knees and peed directly into the spot underneath them . They caught a quick glance at each other, but in the positions there were in, it was hard to tell who was the boy or girl. Afterward, they readjusted their clothes and noticed the spots they left. "I think they're the same size," they both said, and laughed. Kim crawled through first, pulled Ron through, and quickly blended into the area with the others, as though they were always there.
Later, when Kim and Ron couldn't be heard by anyone, Ron said, "That was fun. Want to do it again sometime?" "Anytime you like," said Kim. They then knew they would be friends for life.
At 10 years old
Kim and Ron had a sleepover at Ron's house before Ron went to camp. Although it seemed to an ordinary sleepover, Kim had a special reason for it. She knew a fear Ron had, and was determined to make him overcome it before camp.
Ron woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. He thought he could sneak out without waking Kim. But as he took a step, he tripped and saw a string around his leg and the other end around Kim, who was now awake. "You're not getting out of it that easily," she said, removing the string.
She took out her grappling hook, shot it out the window, tied it around a tree branch, grabbed Ron, and slid out to the yard. Once out, Kim took the hook down, and with Ron's parents still asleep, and everything locked, they were locked out, as Kim planned. "Maybe I can wait until morning at camp," said Ron. "What if you can't?" asked Kim. "Do you want to end up with a wet bed? I think going outside is better. I'm sure you won't want to walk far in the middle of the night. Just go outside and find a spot close by. I won't be there to help you there, so that's why we're here now."
Ron surrendered and faced the tree. After a moment, Kim noticed Ron was in the perfect position, but still couldn't go on the tree. Deciding to give Ron a little help, Kim took out a lip gloss holder, opened it, and cast it by Ron. Ron, too nervous, didn't notice the pink smoke rise, but soon felt pleasantly tired as the knock out gas hit him. Relaxing more easily, Ron could last let go and allowed the feeling of relief to wash over, and was dimly aware Kim watching. She didn't care. She was glad Ron was beginning to get over his fear. She had also come with another idea. Afterwards, Ron was dimly aware as Kim used her grappling hook to reach the windowsill, and pulled them back up.
Just before Ron left for camp, Kim gave him some final advice. "Just think about when we were younger and did this together, and you'll be fine." She gave him the canister full of knock out gas. "This will help you relax. But if you want, you can use it on your cabinmates and use their bed if they give you a hard time." "How did you come up with that idea?" asked Ron. Kim laughed. "Can you think of a better way to get back at the tweebs when they're still young?"
At 16 years old
Being stuck in Ron's treehouse with a full bladder wasn't fun for Ron, and even more uncomfortable with Kim with him. When they decided to spend time together up there, Ron, the last one up, knocked over the ladder, and his parents wouldn't be back for hours.
Kim was aware of Ron's problem. She could of fixed this, but decided to reclaim something from their childhood they haven't done for some time. Beginning her plan she said, "Why don't you just go out the window? Really, I don't mind." Ron made no move. "You never minded when I was around before, and neither did I. I still don't today, so you shouldn't either. Besides, we were close then, and we're going out now, you don't have to hide anything from me."
"We're older and more mature," said Ron. "I am being mature by letting you do what you have to to feel better. Besides, do you want to grow up so fast? Why don't you just go out the window? Take your time."
As Ron felt he had no choice, he walked to the window. The front of his pants and underwear down, he tried to let go, but couldn't. Kim decided to help again in a new way. Sneaking up behind him, she jumped over him, feet on the top of the window, and upside down, kissed Ron on the lips. The shock caused Ron to let ago, urine shot out and hit the branch just outside.
Afterwards, Kim landed right side up in front of Ron. "Now that we've gotten over that fear, how about later we do what we used to do in kindergarten, with the positions we did then?" Ron agreed, and Kim pulled out her grappling hook and pulled them both to the ground.
THE END |
This is a nice story I posted over at another forum several years ago. Hope you enjoy! Jenny Fulfills Her Pee Desperation Promise“Jenny’s Crazy Pee Night at the Outdoor Festival/Concert”About a week ago, my girlfriend Jenny and I decided to go to a small-town outdoor country music festival. The way it was advertised was that music would be going all day and well into the night, with vendors selling food, arts & crafts, and the like. Jenny and I are both into country music, and are kinda the outdoorsy types. I fell in love with this girl a couple years ago in high school. We had flirted around for a couple of months when a mutual friend finally hooked us up. I couldn’t believe my luck that this slender, athletic blonde country girl wanted to hook up with me.It only took us a few months to get intimate, and we soon found out how sexually compatible we were. About 6 months into the relationship, Jenny confided to me that it turned her on a great deal to be absolutely bursting for a pee, and let fly outdoors. Of course, this revelation sent me into a new stratosphere of pleasure, and we soon contrived how to get her in various situations of desperation and relief. One stumbling block though, was that the girl was a camel. It took a while to get her desperate in most situations. So we both decided that this all day music festival was the perfect place to have her dancing for a wee all day long, and have her desperately piss in various places. She promised to drink as much as quickly and continuously all day that she could without throwing up. Before we left on the 30 minute drive to the adjoining town, where the festival is held, Jenny made me stop and buy her 32 ounces of water and a Gatorade. The water was gone halfway to the town. We had both agreed that she would be pounding a mixture of water, Diet Coke, Gatorade, and beer all day, rotating to what tasted best at any given time. Also, we both agreed on a peeing schedule. Based upon Jenny’s body’s processing of the fluids she took in, we both agreed on the 10 step scale. She’d let me know when 5 arrived (when she would usually think about finding a restroom if she was with strangers), and we’d start seriously heading for some cover at 8 (she said this was when she was desperate enough to get horny). We thought that at that stage, the couple of minutes we spent looking for an appropriate spot would get her to 10 (when the seams start leaking and a waterfall is soon coming).As I paid the parking attendant for the parking pass, and raised my window back up, Jenny signaled the arrival of the 5th stage. And she cracked the Gatorade bottle, and started drinking the 32oz of Gatorade. As I wheeled into a parking spot about 200 yards from the main stage (I told you this was a pretty small town), I saw Jenny take down the last swig of Gatorade. It was 11:30 AM. A quick check of the status revealed she was at about 6, and climbing fast. I knew that it was going to be one hell of a day, and that it was going to get started pretty quickly. Since Jenny didn’t have any food in her stomach, she was able to handle all the fluid. That too was by design. Now I had a chance to really ratchet up the situation. The first vendor that we came upon was the drink vendor. He was conveniently located near the stage, near our parking lot, and near the portaloos. I know how sexy and horny Jenny gets when she’s a little buzzed, so I paid the man for what looked like somewhere between 32-64 oz of beer in a “bottomless cup” that could be refilled for pocket change for your beverage of choice.Jenny kissed me, and whispered that she was now at stage 7. The band that was on at this early hour really sucked, so we meandered around for a few minutes. At 11:50, Jenny was about halfway through that first cup of light beer, and made the announcement that I had been waiting to hear. As we had been walking around, we both were scoping out good locations for the pee shows that were to come. I told Jenny that we’d probably need to check the portaloos first as not to draw attention to ourselves. As she polished off the beer, she readily agreed, and took my arm. The 5 minute walk back to the portaloos seemed excruciating to her, and she told me with about 30 yards to go that 10 had arrived. She was filling up faster today than normal!We had planned for this event, and she had decided to wear a mid-length loose fitting summer dress. So in this case, her legs and flip flops might get a little damp, but she’d be able to manage her situations to keep from obviously peeing her pants.As expected, there were a couple of available portaloos when we arrived, but we had a couple of girls behind us that were going to need one more than would be available if Jenny and I split up. (I had no intentions of splitting up, since I knew the portaloos would be “two-holers,” One toilet, and a urinal. I told the rather attractive redhead who was obviously in need of quick relief behind us that we’d share, and she was VERY grateful. By this time, Jenny was nearly doubled over at the waist, and her right hand was very low on her stomach, trying to provide whatever support she could to her very full bladder. As we entered the portaloo, Jenny dived for the toilet seat, but I caught her. Immediately sensing what I wanted, she yielded the toilet to my pee stream, and swung around to the small urinal device that hung on the side wall of the portaloo. I heard her yelp as she lifted her sundress and simultaneously started lifting her vagina toward the urinal. She started peeing a horizontal stream with terrific force. She was smiling, and breathing heavily, obviously enjoying every minute of her relief.When we both were done, I gave her a kiss, and reached down and stroked her pubic area. She smiled and unlocked the door to the portaloo. We made a beeline for the drink vendor and got her a refill of beer. Of course, Jenny kept her promise. Like a good soldier, she started drinking, not sipping the beer.So we danced in the street to a couple of warbled slow songs. At about 12:07, Jenny had polished off the rest of that beer. I could tell that the 64 oz of beer had her inhibitions low, because she was smiling that wry smile and pinching my butt during our dances. 12:20 came around and Jenny gave me the 5th stage signal. I didn’t want the poor girl to get dehydrated, so we agreed that before she peed for the second time, she’d refill the cup with Diet Coke. We both knew and hoped that the caffeine in the soda would speed up her desperation. We hung around the stage area with her taking in about half of the soda until about 12:45. At that time, the band finished their set, and Jenny, still about half lit, pinched her left nipple, and whispered “It’s time” in my ear. We noticed that as the band ended it’s set, the crowd overtook the portaloos. That didn’t matter because 1-Jenny wasn’t going to make it at the end of the line and 2-she wanted to get adventurous. We headed in the opposite direction of the crowd. At about 12:50, Jenny was hobbling past the last couple of vendors. We’d noticed that the town had set up hay bales around the perimeter of the event, and that some of these hay bales were close enough to buildings to set up some cover. Jenny liked to have dug her fingernails into my arm for about 3 minutes as we waited for a couple to walk on by and get out of earshot too. Jenny hopped over the bale, and sat on the side facing a building. I was her lookout and her voyeur. It took no time at all for Jenny to start hissing furiously. Her pee was coming out in a broad arc from her labia, splashing onto the building wall. She peed strongly for about 20 seconds, which gave her substantial relief, when I told her to shut off the valve. Smiling, we headed back towards the festival. Jenny said she hoped she wouldn’t be breaking the deal, but she needed a little rest. I knew that with the amount she’d already consumed, it would be no rest for the weary, but I reluctantly agreed to let her lay off the fluid for a little while. She made it nearly 30 minutes before she gave me the 5 sign at 1:30. I kissed her quickly again and told her that she’d have to tank up again before releasing her next torrent. She agreed, and we headed back to the vendor, this time for some free ice water.The two previous holding sessions must have expanded her bladder a bit, because she didn’t give me the 8 sign until 2:15. Which was just about right, because the new band was about to finish a set, and I needed to go back to the truck to check on my cell phone, which I had luckily left charging in the truck.I say luckily because the time between 8-10 snuck up on Jenny. We made it back to the truck at about 2:30. She was already bouncing from foot to foot, with her right hand slipped tightly between her pussy lips as I opened the door to the truck.I heard her say “Shit” as I unplugged the phone, and I glanced back in time to see her squeeze between my truck and the truck I parked next to. We both were facing a wall of a building. With the two trucks and building as guards, Jenny was able to find sweet relief very privately. I gazed as she assumed a position similar to a shortstop waiting on a ground ball, with her sundress raised to her hips. A sharp stream fell from between her legs, pounding a hole in the grass. This kept up for the better part of 20 seconds, with a little mound of foam appearing where her stream was hitting the ground. I saw her drop her head and rub her shaved vagina discreetly. We headed back to the festival, dropping by to refill her with soda, and to get my own cup of soda. I could tell that Jenny was at once completely turned on and hot, and kinda tired, so we decided to just sip the drinks. She had already given me more than a lifetime’s pee memories, so we just cuddled up and listened to a pretty good band until about 4:15, when she gave me the 5 signal again. At this point, the crowd had gotten fairly big, and the portaloos were pretty jammed up permanently for the rest of the night. It had been a couple of hours since Jenny’s last desperate piss, and she was off the buzz, so we decided to get her another large cup of beer.We headed back to our listening spot, and she intently sipped the beer through about 3 songs and about 4:30, she gave me the pleading “I’m bursting” look once again. We took off in the general direction of the portaloos and the truck, but we didn’t make it far. Jenny froze, and for a split second, lost control. This one (being beer I guess) had really taken her by surprise. She looked around in total surprise and desperation, seeking desperately for some cover. As I pulled her between a couple of cars, she whispered to me to hand her my cup. In a completely quick and unprecedented move, she, while I was covering for her, started staring at a mural, and stealthily slid my giant drink cup up between her legs, and pinched it there with her thighs. Since the music was playing, noone could hear her gush into the plastic cup, and we both stood there like we were admiring the mural. Jenny looked like she was on some sort of hallucinogenic drug as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her torrent turned into a nice relaxing stream into the cup. As the last few people walked by for a while, I saw Jenny reach under her dress, support the cup for a few more seconds, and daintily remove it from between her thighs. She had pretty much filled it and quickly poured the evidence down a nearby drain.As she came back from pouring her hot cup o’ pee down the drain, I took advantage of a lull in the passersby to passionately kiss Jenny, and slip another finger to her. It took about 15 seconds of dialing up the right buttons, but it looked to me like Jenny had a small quiet orgasm.Per her request, we bypassed the drink vendor this time, and headed back to our listening station. The band totally rocked, and took our minds off of the theme of the day for a while. At about 6 PM, we decided that it was time for her to have a bit more fluid. We discussed the pros and cons of each beverage, but Jenny opted for another beer. I was elated, because with her level of saturation, beer would produce many more memories!Jenny, still having a good time and being a good soldier (and wanting to get frisky) absolutely pounded the beer. 6:30 arrived (only 2.5 hours left in the concert) and Jenny gave me the 5 sign. On one of our earlier pee breaks, I had noticed that the portaloos were set up near a steep hill at the edge of the town. We set out for more liquid, and some relief. At about 6:40, Jenny told me she was at 8, and we needed to jet. But I stopped by the drink guy again, and got her a Coke. Although at first she was visibly upset and my command to drink half the Coke before she peed, she relented, and not having much time to spare, started drinking. As we arrived at the portaloos, I sensed her urgency. To keep up appearances, we got in line, but it was all for show. Jenny was bouncing from leg to leg and holding herself. I leaned over and suggested we head behind the line of portaloos. She immediately agreed, and took my hand. Since it was getting pretty dark, it was relatively private there. As buzzed on suds as she was, Jenny didn’t need any directions. She dropped into a low squat and shot a neat arcing stream over the hill’s crest. It went at least 10 feet! After 15 seconds or so, Jenny was panting, and breaking the stream up by rubbing her clit furiously. After she was done emptying her bladder, she took in a deep breath and stood up. The sight of that golden goddess standing next to a late sunset took my breath away. When she smiled her approval at me, we embraced and decided to head back home. It was seven o’clock, and we couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other.Although we had decided to leave the festival, we knew the game was still afoot. We walked back to the drink vendor and procured Jenny her last large cup of soda. She later confided in me that she hit 3 or 4 while we were in line. With soda in hand, we headed back to the truck. I knew the road back was very rural, with absolutely no place to pee.By the time we’d buckled up, and I backed out of my space, Jenny smiled at me with the straw in her mouth and said “Five, big man.” Incredibly, she was ¾ through with the Coke.I was immediately hard as a rock, and knew the trip home was going to be memorable. Not 5 minutes down the road, I saw Jenny tuck her left ankle and foot under her butt. I recognized this posture as I had seen it many times before. That’s about the 5-10 minute signal. As we continued down the road, she told me that she had reached 8. I continued driving, knowing she wasn’t going to make it home. I have to give her all the credit in the world. The poor girl started quivering, and holding her vagina with one hand and head with the other. She continued with this for 5 more miles. At that time, she started biting her lip, and humming. Both her hands were shoved between her legs, holding on for dear life. I loved seeing her like that so much, I reminded me of how much I loved her, and I gave into my compassion for her.She was lucky, because I knew of a side road that leads to a secluded field nearby.She later told me that the minute between my telling her I was going to pull over and actually stopping was at once the most painful and most erotic of her life.So it took about a minute and a half to get stopped. It was barely enough light left out to see, and we were completely secluded. Jenny wasn’t moving except to shallowly breathe.I got out of the truck, and went around to the passenger side with an idea. I opened the door to her visibly weeping, and moaning/grunting. I quickly slipped out of the shorts I was wearing, and lifted her from the seat. Once I got her standing, I told her to hold on for dear life as long as she could, knowing it couldn’t be more than a couple seconds. I straightened her out, and lifted her right leg to my left hip, as to make her vagina accessible. She was bleating, shrieking and gasping as I slid my penis into her. She opened her eyes for the first time in minutes just in time for me to look lovingly in hers and tell her to find peace. She turned her face away and wiggled unsuccessfully for a few seconds. The extra support given by my penis made starting difficult. I did’t dare move a muscle, since I was buried within her. But then it happened. She took in a tortured breath and started saying “ooooh” and I felt it. At first it was a general sense of spreading warmth. Wanting to facilitate my baby’s relief, I adjusted our angle to allow her to lean back. And lean back she did. A gush of hot urine started flowing over the lower part of my stomach, around my hips and down my legs. It continued that way for about 15-20 seconds, and eventually became a steady stream. When her brain began functioning on some level other than complete bladder evacuation, she started instinctively thrusting her hips. It only took us both around 10 seconds to come to the most brain-sizzling simultaneous orgasm ever. Now that Jenny was completely empty and satisfied, and I had blown a huge wad, we looked lovingly into each others eyes and kissed.We then cleaned up with some napkins from the truck, got dressed and headed home. Once there, she had to pee a couple more times that night (we didn’t let it get very desperate from here on out), and we played around with it in the backyard and house. A couple of lovemaking sessions later, we retired from the most mind-blowing day I’ve ever had.
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