Zur Schau gestellt (3) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (3)

... bring her legs together, straining against the shackles.

She constantly twisted her upper body, causing her breasts to swing and bounce.

She was sweating profusely. Her arms were tired, more than tired, and her

muscles ached from their forced positions. Her armpits stank, and she was

aware of it. Her hair was a mess. Her feet itched. Flies and gnats sat on

her from time to time, attracted by her body odors and the sweat pouring out of

her.

Her own torment had gotten so bad she had become oblivious to the plight of the

girl chained with her. Suddenly she turned, attracted by the sound of the girl

groaning audibly. She began saying, "please - please - I've got to pee, I

can't hold it any longer, I don't care what do to me, I just can't hold it" .

Seemingly she was expecting some response from the attendant, but all she got

was the attention of the crowd. Nancy turned to watch her, and, suddenly, a

long, powerful stream of liquid shot out from in front of her, which quickly

turned into spray at various angles dousing the front of the platform and even

some of the crowd in front of her. The stream continued, becoming a real

torrent, gradually soaking into the sand as she finally emptied herself. Other

than the gleeful expressions on men in the crowd, there seemed to be no

official response.

Nancy knew she was tempted to obtain release the same way. Her body hurt

terribly, and her distended bladder was extremely ...

... painful. As she looked at

the clock she knew had only twenty minutes to go. She remembered what Clarence

had said about having to hold at least a quart, and she really wondered how

much she could have in her. She had never thought of trying to measure her

bladder capacity, but she recalled reading that adults usually could hold 400 -

600 ml, which would be a bit over a pint. What would a quart feel like? She

hoped, indeed, that she was feeling it now. How could it be any worse?

She watched the clock almost half-consciously. Ralph was still around, now

watching his wife as she appeared in real agony. He wondered how many of the

men watching knew how the women were being tortured, and if they were aware of

the water they had to drink before being exhibited. He suspected some knew,

some did not. He moved to the side of the platform, and saw Nancy in profile.

For the first time, he noticed the significant bulge in her abdominal region,

the evidence of an overdistended bladder. He also noted how much more her

pubic hair extended out as compared to the younger woman, whose was obviously

trimmed. He noted the sweat pouring down his wife's sides and over her hips.

He wished he could somehow help her through this torture.

Finally the clock moved to the end of the hour, and Clarence immediately moved

to see the girl. He knew she had lost control, and told her she had two more

hours to serve. In addition, she would have to be exhibited ...