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Zur Schau gestellt (4)

... Nancy tried to release her sphincters. Not a drop

fell. Seconds went by, a minute; the crowd was silent. Clarence just looked

at Nancy. "Don't you want to empty yourself?" he asked. "I..I..I.. can't.

My muscles are cramped, and I've been holding them so tight they won't let go.

What do I do now? Oh, but it hurts so bad!" Ralph looked at his wife,

unable to relieve herself, though she was at the end of the day's ordeal. He

called to her, "Nancy, try to relax, try to let go! Now, you have to!"

The man with the bets looked impatient, and gave a shrug to the crowd. Two,

three, four minutes went by. Finally, a few drops of fluid appeared at her

splayed crotch. It stopped. Two more minutes; a few more drops. Then, a

slight stream. The crowd cheered, as much from their own relief at the end of

their patience, as for Nancy. The stream grew, and became stronger. Ralph

noted it was almost colorless, but it was becoming more forceful.

Nancy called to Ralph, "Is it coming? I feel like I'm letting out a little,

but, gee, it hurts so bad, and my muscles are so tired, I can't push..." Ralph

tried to encourage her, "You're doing great, it's coming out strong now..."

He could hardly understand her feeling, with her bladder so overdistended and

stretched that it was now having trouble expelling its contents.

Seemingly minutes went by. Suddenly the attendant called "Stop! Stop! It's

full - I have to get another!" Nancy, in shock, tried ...

... to shut off the stream,

but could only weaken it. In seconds he held a second container under her.

The bettors were looking in amazement. Finally, the stream slacked, and ended.

The attendant started to take away the container, but Nancy protested, "No -

I'm not through - there's more!" . Her senses proved correct, as the stream

began again, continued another twenty seconds or so, and finally stopped. The

bystanders were amazed, and some applauded, some cheered. Nancy reflected

that she had never thought a woman's urination could be a spectator sport, but

then she took several deep breaths, and tried to relax.

As her shackles were released, she asked Clarence, "Did I have enough?"

Clarence smiled at her. "You had enough. Want to know how much?" Nancy could

only nod. "Forty-one ounces. No wonder you had such a bulge. I didn't think

you could hold that much. " Nancy's bladder still ached intently, though the

bulge was gone. She almost collapsed as she was led to the van, then slid into

a seat, not speaking, not even conveying a farewell to Ralph.

At the station, she staggered to her room and fell onto her cot as the door was

locked behind her. She stopped not even to put on her meager underwear.

Almost immediately she feel into a deep sleep, every muscle in her body

exhausted.

Hours later, as she lay there, her consciousness was stimulated by a signal now

all too familiar to her - her bladder was demanding relief. She ...