Zur Schau gestellt (4) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (4)

... yesterday, and having to hold it is part of the torture. You told me

yesterday they made you drink a lot of water before you came out here- "

"Ralph, yesterday they made me drink two quarts at the station, and two big

glasses every hour out here. Today, I had to drink over three quarts there and

a little more here. I haven't urinated for about two hours, and I've now got

almost a gallon of water in me. And when I am allowed to pee, it's only half a

pint every hour. Ralph, how much do you think a woman's bladder can hold? How

much could yours hold? "

"Yesterday, I saw you when they let you empty yourself just before you left -

you filled a big pitcher. I don't know what I could hold, and I really don't

want to find out!"

"I have to find out - and I will today. And it's going to hurt a lot. They've

set me up so that later on I'm going to have endure awful pain in my bladder;

and even then I don't see how I'm going to be able to hold it enough to avoid

getting my time lengthened. Every time I have a leak, or pee more than I'm

allowed, I get an added two hours of being the star attraction in this naked

show, with cramps and sore muscles from the chains in addition. If they think

I've completely relieved myself, they'll add extra days. Do you know how much

it can hurt when you have this overwhelming desire to urinate, but you have to

just hold it and make your bladder stretch? And do you know how it feels when

you ...

... finally get a chance at relief, and when you've peed out a little, you get

ordered to stop and go back to holding it? This is what I have to go through.

Yesterday, I had almost a quart in me when I nearly filled that pitcher, but

they thought it wasn't enough. Today they want !

to make me hold that much almost all of the time I'm up here. I can't even

put my legs together, or use my hands. Even right now, my bladder feels

awfully full, and it's starting to really hurt- but I've got to wait another

half hour before I get even a little relief."

Nancy was obviously getting worse by the minute. She tried to distract her

feelings by watching the crowd around the platform. While mostly male, there

were a few women. Two middle aged women came close to Nancy and looked closely

at her breasts, while from the gestures and bits of conversation she heard, the

women were comparing their own anatomy to hers. A few tried to talk to the

women. Several times Nancy was asked her bra size, usually she ignored the

remarks, but the last time she sarcastically replied, "I don't wear one".

Men, many of them aware of the torture methods being used on the women,

occasionally asked her if she needed to pee. When they were polite, she

sometimes nodded.

Five minutes to one. Nancy felt like she was hiding a watermelon in her

bladder- it felt stretched almost beyond belief. She longed to pull her legs

together, and strained against the shackles. She ...