1. Zur Schau gestellt (4)


    Datum: 24.10.2022, Kategorien: Schamsituation Autor: Anonym

    ... its
    
    limits.. She reflected that a new quart of water was being pushed into her
    
    body by her stomach, which her kidneys would then quickly pump into her
    
    bladder, furthering her distress. If only there was some way to slow down the
    
    process!
    
    She tried to concentrate on the feeling in her stomach, hoping the bloating
    
    would continue as this would mean the water was still there. But this was not
    
    to be. It was now a bit past four in the afternoon, and she had had no food
    
    since early morning. Her stomach and digestive tract had been given a gallon
    
    and a half of water since she last ate, and it passed quickly through her, and
    
    she hadn't been allowed to completely empty her tortured bladder since
    
    midmorning. For hours now, it had been painfully full. She felt her it
    
    protesting every bit of the expansion being demanded of it, yet she strained to
    
    keep her tired sphincters closed. Her abdominal muscles were also numb, from
    
    being held so tight so long.
    
    Nancy was so absorbed in her own distress that she scarcely noticed when her
    
    companion was given her final relief. The crowd watched as the measuring
    
    container was placed below her, and she was allowed at long last to urinate.
    
    It took a long time, and Ralph, was in the crowd near her, noticed several men
    
    turning away with disappointed looks as the contents rose in the jug. Then he
    
    realized- some of those in the crowd were betting on how much she was holding!
    
    Ralph viewed Nancy ...
    ... from a short distance. Now she appeared as a woman in real
    
    agony, as bad or worse than yesterday. Her squirming was causing her to strain
    
    at the shackles, and her spread legs showed intense muscle strain. The sweat
    
    poured from her, though the temperature had fallen a bit in the late afternoon.
    
    She called to him, seeing him near her. "Ralph, come..... I need you to look
    
    me over.... I feel like I'm leaking... Oh, please I don't want to leak at this
    
    point. The way my legs are spread I just can't hold myself tight enough...tell
    
    me if I'm leaking! I've got to hold it."
    
    Ralph peered at his wife's wide open crotch, damp with sweat, as was the rest
    
    of her body. She was quivering, her muscles tensed and cramped. He looked at
    
    her from the side, noting the big bulge in her abdominal region. He wondered
    
    at how she could mange to hold herself so tight; but it didn't appear she was
    
    leaking a drop. "You're not leaking, Nancy," he called back, "but you sure are
    
    bulging. You're going to burst something if you hold any more!"
    
    The clock moved on. At long last, after what seemed an eternity, the end of
    
    her final hour approached. Clarence came toward her, followed by the attendant
    
    with the jug. The crowd pressed forward, one man obviously holding the bets
    
    and looking to see what results she would produce. "OK, Mrs. Johnson, it's
    
    day's end. You made it. You can empty it all out now; and we'll see how you
    
    did."
    
    The jug was held under her. ...