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  1. Sorry it took so long to get this updated! Chapter six won't be as long of a wait I promise! Thanks for everyone's comments and sticking with my story so far :) Chapter Five: Punishment For the next two weeks, Draco had either simply let her off the hook for the day, or made her hold until he felt like telling her she could use the loo. He had three reasons for this. One, Hermione seemed to relax quite a good deal around him. She called him by his first name easily without having to correct herself, and she was much more comfortable with telling him when (and more importantly how badly) she had to pee. Two, he was still going to punish her for leaking in the forest during their Care of Magical Creatures class. The sense of security Draco had led her into wasn't false per say, but he knew it would be far easier to give Hermione a punishment if she was willing to go along with it. Threatening her with humiliation would only get him so far, and she was lethal with a wand. Not to mention her punching was dangerously effective too. And three, he had plenty of time to come up with a punishment that fit her crime. He smirked to himself as he waited for her in the unused classroom on the fourth floor, where they'd taken to meeting rather than the library. Less people and all. He was absentmindedly reading when he heard the door open. He smiled behind his book, having not put it down since he knew it was her. Today was going to be amazing, he could tell. “Morning Draco,” she greeted as she sat down in the desk next to his. “Morning,” he greeted, lowering the book and looking over at Hermione. She was very pretty, though he wasn't sure why the thought struck him so. He just liked the look of her being so comfortable around him, he supposed. “So, what are we doing today?” she asked, the question now curious rather than apprehensive. His smile grew. “Well, you might not like it very much,” he said calmly, giving her his full attention. Her body tensed subtly. “Why?” she asked with pressing curiosity, but only a touch of tension. Good, very good. “Do you remember our Care of Magical Creatures class two weeks ago?” he asked her, loving the faint heat rising in her cheeks. “Yeah, I do,” she said, tone a little more humbled. “Remind me of it will you?” he asked, having to contain a laugh at the way she rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Don't you have your little Pocket Pensive? Remind yourself,” she said cheekily. “Oh I did,” he grinned, “I have at least three or four times now. Still, I think wanking off live right after felt a lot better...” “Merlin's boots you are disgusting!” she accused, blushing red and glaring at him, but not with as much contempt as he expected. He chuckled. “Oh come on, don't be such a hard ass,” he said “humor me. Remind me what happened in the forest.” Hermione clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, looking away from him. Draco could see she was still blushing. “I don't like having to throw the word 'order' around,” he outright lied, “but I will.” Hermione gave an aggravated sigh and shot him a cool glare. “I peed myself in the forbidden forest right in front of you,” she said, “on command, just like you asked me to. Happy?” “Not entirely,” he smirked “You're missing a few key details. Like your leaking without permission. Do you remember when I told you you'd gotten yourself into trouble for that?” The look of surprise on her face made him only smirk wider. “But you said you knew it was an accident...” she said slowly, looking both confused and a little afraid. “Just because it was an accident doesn't mean you won't be punished for it. You pee when I tell you, ONLY when I tell you, or you get punished. I thought my rules were easy to follow?” “Well maybe they might be if you didn't strain my bladder within an inch of its life!” she snapped at him. “Why do you think I gave you a two week break?” he smirked. He watched her skin drain slowly of color. “So what you're saying is....you're going to punish me today?” she asked. “Uh huh,” he said calmly, watching her fidget. “You're going to tell?” she asked softly, looking down at the desk sadly. “What? No. That would be too easy and I still want to play the game,” he said, “you just need a little correcting.” Hermione sighed, though whether out of relief she was being spared or dread of the punishment, he couldn't tell. “What's my punishment?” she asked him with a slight pout. He loved it. “Firstly, you're going to be addressing me as Master today,” he said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, “and today you're going to be wearing a special pair of panties I have for you.” She tilted her head curiously, though a disapproving frown was on her face. Clearly she didn't like where this was going but she wasn't so opposed to it that she was refusing. Just as he'd planned it. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of panties. They were silk, light lavender in color. He handed them over to her. “Change into them,” he ordered. “Right now?” she asked in shock. He nodded and Hermione blushed. Clearly revealing herself to him wasn't something she wanted to do, but she wasn't protesting. She took the panties from him, squirming nervously as she stood up. She lifted her skirt, showing her pink cotton panties before hooking her fingers into the sides and lowered them down shyly. Draco watched with a smile as he took in the sight of her. She was beautifully sculpted and hairless. He was tempted to run his fingers against her, but knew she would probably smack him silly, game or not, if he tried. Noticing his gaze, she quickly changed her panties and smoothed down her skirt. “How do you like them?” he asked. “They feel nice,” she muttered, looking away from him before adding a soft “Master.” He grinned. “What do you say when someone gives you a gift?” he prompted. “Thank you, Master,” she said quietly, blushing still. “Good girl,” he said happily, “now...today your goal is to keep dry. I've spelled those to be impervious to any form of cleaning or drying spells and I'll be checking you before and after class. You will be drinking four goblets of juice at every meal, one water bottle before, during, and after class. Your water bottle will be laced with a special kind of diuretic potion I can activate with an incantation if you disobey me and you'll pee in front of everyone.” “There's no such potion,” she accused. “There is if I invented it,” he smirked “Why do you think I waited two weeks? I had research and testing to do.” Hermione's jaw dropped. Rumor had it that several Slytherin first years had all spontaneously wet themselves in History of Magic a few days ago and Draco smirked when she linked the two together. “So, you have your rules,” he went on brightly as he handed her the water bottle, “do you need to tell me anything before we start?” Hermione sighed and shook her head, simply taking the water bottle. “Do I have to drink before breakfast?” she asked. “Since you asked, yes,” he smirked, which made her groan, but she opened the bottle and started drinking. Once it had finished and refilled, she put it in her own bag. “Oh by the way,” Draco said as he stood up to leave, “the potion is still a diuretic and will make you have to pee more often as a side effect. It only forcibly makes you go if I order it too, but you're still getting punished if you have an accident of your own. See you after class.” Draco left, leaving Hermione looking mildly horrified in his wake. Still, if he knew her well enough, that girl would take it as a challenge and play accordingly. He went down to breakfast as nothing else had changed and sat down with his friends, chatting about how lame Potter was and complaining about homework as they ate. He noticed Hermione come in a little while later with her usual crowd of idiots. She gave him a bold look and sat down, immediately going for the pumpkin juice. He chuckled, pretending to laugh at something stupid Pansy said, but he was proud of his defiant little play thing in actuality. He watched her drink four goblets of juice, pull out a book, and then sip on her water bottle again for her pre-class drink. He grinned and finished up his breakfast. They had different classes for that morning, which was a shame, but they had worked out a routine between classes to see each other if they needed to. Draco wandered past the library and spotted Hermione standing next to a suit of armor, jiggling her leg. She caught his eye and immediately headed into the library store room. Draco grinned and followed her, greeted by a most welcoming sight. She had her skirt shoved up with both hands pressed into her purple panties, whimpering as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. “Oh dear,” he snickered, “something you want to tell me?” “I need to wee...I really really really really need to...” she gasped softly, dancing desperately and moaning as she clutched herself hard. “Sorry, didn't catch that,” Draco said, inspecting his finger nails, “You're not addressing me correctly.” “Master,” she whined, leaning back against the wall, “I need to use the toilet....” “How badly?” he asked with a calm curiosity. Hermione shot him a damn near lethal What do YOU think!? Sort of look, which he just chuckled at. “Are you wet?” he asked when she didn't immediately answer him. “No,” she said quickly, dancing from foot to foot again “but this is an emergency...I won't make it to my next class...” “Seems like my potion has quite an effect on you,” he grinned “but you did have an extra bottle's worth and a lot of juice...” “Dra—Master, please let me pee!” she gasped suddenly, interrupting his musing with a sudden increased dance, eyes wide with fear. Draco's stomach did a pleasurable flip at her words. He'd been dreaming about her saying that exact phrase for some time now. “Oh my,” he drawled, walking toward her“you look scared...Did you just get your panties wet?” “No,” she said, pressing back against the wall and crossing her legs, hands still pressed hard against herself. “I don't believe you,” he said with a sinister smile, “move your hands, I'm going to check.” “I really didn't!” she insisted, “I swear I didn't!” “Now I really don't believe you,” he said, moving right beside her with his hand against the wall by her head, “Move your hands and spread your legs.” “But I...” “Now,” he said in a low, cold tone that made Hermione visibly shiver. Slowly, she moved her hands away with a soft whine. It took her a moment, but she spread her legs too as he asked. For a long moment, he did nothing and Hermione's breathing was starting to get harder and irregular, body shaking from the effort of holding without help. “Lift your skirt up for me,” he said. “Please...please let me pee....I can't hold it much longer...” she begged breathlessly. “Your skirt. Now.” he ordered, making her groan softly but she lifted the fabric with trembling fingers. He slipped his hand between her thighs, gently stroking the crotch of her silky panties with his fingers. She gasped in surprise and suddenly pressed herself into his hand, dropping her skirt and clinging to the next nearest thing—him. Her body trembled and Draco waited for a rush of wet heat at his fingers. “S-sorry...” Hermione stammered, fingers curled into his robes and face buried against his shoulder, “I almost let it out...” “You're still dry,” he murmured softly. He noted her whimper and the way she pressed harder into his hand. He guessed she wouldn't be dry for long. “Let go of me,” he ordered, “and stand up straight. I'm going to let you leak a little but you can't get your panties wet.” “O-okay,” Hermione whimpered softly, shaking as she pulled away from him. She danced in place again as she quickly slipped her panties down and off. Draco picked them up off the floor while Hermione danced, waiting impatiently for his go ahead. “I'll tell you when you can stop,” he said thoughtfully, “but I'm not going to tell you how long I'll let you have. I suggest not letting go completely because if you can't stop you're going to be in trouble.” She nodded, red in the face and shivering from desperation. “Please...Master...I...” she whimpered out, knees shaking. “You can start,” he said, loving the way she choked on a gasp as torrent of liquid burst through her fingers. She pulled her skirt up so it wouldn't get wet and relaxed a little bit. “Aaaahhh...” she sighed happily as she let her stream sprinkle against the stone at her feet. It wasn't a full stream, but Draco loved the view he was getting. “Five second warning,” he called after fifteen seconds, making her groan. The stream stopped and then spurted a few times, Hermione dancing and crossing her legs as her pee continued to flow down her skin. “Three seconds,” he grinned, watching her whine as she put her hand against her leaking hole, bare bottom trembling as she struggled to stop. “No more,” he said sternly, “Stop peeing.” Hermione danced a great deal more, but nothing else leaked out. It took a few moments of even breathing with her hands between her thighs before she was able to stand straight and lower her skirt. Draco wordlessly handed her back her panties and she slipped them on. “Feel a little better?” Draco asked with a smile. She nodded, smoothing out her slightly damp skirt. “Thank you for letting me go,” she said softly, “Master...” “Keep being a good girl and I'll let you leak a little again,” he promised “Drink your water.” She nodded and cleaned up her little puddle before they parted ways again. She didn't meet him after their second class, and after the third one was lunch. He could tell she was absolutely bursting. Her hand was shaking as she drank her goblets of juice. She was openly dancing at her seat and Draco heard her claim that she accidentally stepped on a jitterbug pod near the potions lab. Weasley teased her about looking like she was doing a wee-dance and she smacked him with a book. Maybe the idiot ginger was more perceptive than Draco first thought. Watching her dance in her seat through lunch was a treat, but she caught his eye and gave him a pleading stare half way through. He nodded and she made some excuse to her friends to leave, squirming the entire way out of the Great Hall. He followed not long after, finding her in one of the secret passages behind a large statue not too far away from the Hall. “You're pushing it a little aren't you?” Draco said as he came in, finding her dancing, “you must be really dying for a wee.” Hermione nodded furiously, rubbing herself between the legs as she squirmed. Draco swallowed hard. “Sorry, didn't hear you,” he said. “Yes M-Master I...I'm nearly...Can I go now?” Hermione groaned desperately as she fought to hold on. “I have to make sure you're dry first,” Draco said as he came forward, “Hold still....” “I can't I'm gonna wet myself...” Hermione whined piteously. “No you won't,” Draco said sternly, “not unless you want to humiliate yourself.” Hermione gave him a look he couldn't make out. She either hated him completely or was so desperate she didn't care how she relieved her bladder at this point. He smirked. “Do you have to pee so bad you'd do it in front of everyone?” he asked. “Shut up!” she bit, groaning as both hands went between her legs. Knees trembling, she lost the will to stand and sunk to the floor. “Oh no...oh no oh no oh please...” she gasped, looking up at him now with a desperate sort of hope. “You know, if you don't mind your manners, I won't let you pee,” he drawled, seeing how near to a full wet she was. “I'm sorry,” she groaned, going up on her knees a little as she held herself “I'll do whatever you want, I just want to have a wee...oooh I want to wee so badly...” “Are your panties wet?” he asked her. She shook her head. “Nearly...” she said softly. “If you take them off and give them to me, I'll let you have another little pee,” he said. She was suddenly all movement, yanking her panties off over her shoes and tossing them to Draco all the while remaining kneeling on the floor. He took his time inspecting her panties while she whimpered, rocking desperately. “They're dry,” said, glancing over at Hermione, who was blushing red and looking at the stone floor. “Draco?” she mumbled softly, peeking up at him through her curl of brown hair. Her eyes were a little fearful and she shivered. “What's the matter?” he asked with a frown, having not seen that expression on her face before. “I just...I just wet on the floor a little...” she admitted softly, lifting her skirt. She had a small puddle between her legs where she was kneeling. Draco lifted an eyebrow as she hung her head. “I was trying to wait until you said, I swear...But it just...I couldn't...and I really have to wee and it hurts...Please don't make me wet in front of everyone...” Guilt, a nearly foreign emotion to him, twisted in his stomach. She was in pain? Had he given her too much of the potion in the bottle? Why hadn't she said something sooner? “Hermione, go pee,” he ordered. She looked surprised, but it faded with a moan of relief as her body relaxed. He looked away for the first time, letting her flood the stone in privacy. He'd been about to let her go on the floor anyway, surely she knew that. She was smart. If she'd stayed covering herself with her skirt, he'd have never known she had a little accident. Yet she was honest with him, and playing his game to his rules perfectly. Too perfectly. “Are you done?” Draco asked, noting that the hissing of her urine had stopped. “Yeah...” she sighed from behind him, sounding a little dazed. He turned around and had he'd been less guilty, he would have been turned on by the giant puddle she was sitting in. She'd practically created her own lake. No wonder she was in pain. He sighed and offered her a hand up, which she took in bewilderment, trembling from her release. He flicked his wand, cleaning her up himself rather than having her do it and gave her panties back to her. “You're being...nice,” Hermione said, but sounding a little wary. “Sorry for hurting you,” he said, which made her shock even more pronounced, “Look, don't get the wrong idea. I don't care about you. But you're basically my new favorite toy and I don't want you breaking. So...I won't make you hold it till it hurts anymore.” “Does this mean you're not going to make me have an accident in public?” she asked. “I punished you too much,” he sighed, running his hand through his hair, “so we won't play for a couple days....but when we do, you'll make the rules for how you wet. I just get to watch.” “Alright,” Hermione said after a moment of consideration. He at least expected a lecture, “how about we play on Saturday? We'll meet in Hogsmade.” It was Draco's turn to looked shocked. “You want to wet in Hogsmade?” he asked doubtfully. Hermione blushed a little and locked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well if I get to make up my own rules for the day...” “If I didn't know any better, Hermione, I'd say you liked this game,” he smiled. “Shut up, I do not!” she defended, but her blush worsened. Draco laughed at her expression, finding her defiant blushing cute. “See you on Saturday,” he grinned before leaving her alone in the hidden passage way.
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  4. Oh god i keep leaking, so close to finishing the second part of my story, i have to wee so freaking bad, its so intense.
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  5. Getting into the flow of writing now, this big cup of tea next to me probably wont help my situation but what the hey. Starting to really feel it now. My bladder is getting so full.
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  6. I haven't been for a wee since lunchtime which is now 8 hours ago. I've had a bit to drink since then and am starting to feel desperate for a pee. Im about to start writing up a story and I'm not allowed to pee until I have finished the story. So lets hope I can hold on until i finish otherwise I will have a very wet computer chair.
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  7. Of course, I lose control when I climax, peeing everywhere. Also I fart normally, but some people here are disgusted by that so I don't mention it.
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  8. The Conduit

    Well here it is, I struggled more with this chapter than any previous one. Hopefully it turned out well. Chapter 6 We are quick to assign an impersonal, gender neutral pronoun to the Void, and perhaps it is easier to think of the Void as simply an 'it', but we must take care. The elders likely chose to refer to 'it' as such, better to dehumanize the enemy they no doubt thought. Perhaps it has worked too well, already I have heard 'void' used as a verb, meaning 'to empty', it is a more fitting word than most realize. Even so, there is no denying that the Void has a distinct personality. The records I have found have conflicting reports, some insist the Void is a female entity who warmly embraces and protects her followers, other documents declare the Void to have a masculine personality, empowering and encouraging disciples. Although the two main reports that I have access to span a thousand years they are both quite clear on one point: 'The Void is alive, and He or She is watching.' --The Chosen of the Gift "Do you know what this means!?" "Of course I do, but there's nothing-" "Nothing? This isn't nothing Seles. It's hundreds of them, and it could be permanent." Raised voices roused Sarah from her light sleep. The voices were still indistinct, but as Sarah became more awake she recognized one of the speakers. "I know, I know." It was Seles speaking, she sounded agitated, but not as much as the voice that responded. "I'm not sure you do know, because if you did you would be doing something about it." The voice was unfamiliar to Sarah, but it sounded as though it belonged to a young girl, likely close to Sarah's own age. "What would you have me do? It's been done, I can't just fix it." "It's only going to get worse from here. For now they're fine calling it a 'flash mob' or 'student activism', but that won't last. What's going to happen when dozens of girls show up at the doctor for incontinence? They're going to start using words like 'disease' or 'virus' and then comes the 'contagious' question. This will cause a panic, and it's all that girl's fault." "You can't blame Sarah for this." Seles sounded angry now, and Sarah blushed slightly when she realized they were talking about her. Sarah had no idea what they were talking about, but it sounded serious, whatever it was. "If you need someone to blame, blame the Void. Or maybe you've forgotten what our enemy is." "No...of course not." The girl sounded abashed. "You've certainly managed to forget your place. I am thankful for your insight, but I am in charge here, and I will decide what our next move is." Seles spoke with a tone of finality that was obviously not missed by the other girl, who Sarah heard offer a meek farewell, and exit the room that Seles was occupying. Making up her mind, Sarah stood up and made her way into the hall, pausing briefly to knock on the already open door, before stepping into the room where Seles was currently sitting. "Ah, Sarah, please come in." Seles welcomed the girl, standing to greet her. "How are you feeling, did you sleep well?" "Yes, I feel fine, but uh, what you were talking about just now..." "Hmm I had hoped we wouldn't wake you, but we were being rather loud I fear. It is perhaps, not how I would have chosen to tell you, but there is something you need to know. First; however, I would like to hear what you remember from last night." "Last night? It's morning already?" Sarah asked, surprised. She had certainly not expected to spend the night in this place, and she had never called her mother to tell her she'd be late. "Yes, it seems you were quite exhausted. Please do not be concerned, there is no school today, as you know, and I took the liberty of calling your home. I spoke with your mother and told her I was the mother of a new friend, and you wanted to sleep over. She gave consent quite readily." "Well I guess it's alright then..." Sarah wasn't sure how Seles had managed to get her home phone number, but she decided that question could wait. "But as for last night...It's strange. I can't really remember much. I remember arriving here, and I talked with you for a few minutes, but then my memory's all fuzzy. The next thing I can really remember is waking up. Everything in between seems like a half-remembered dream. I remember flying, and lots of bright lights, but that's about it." "Well that is to be expected. You touched the Void for the first time last night, and hopefully for the last time as well. The Void drew you in deeper and faster than anyone else I have ever seen. While you were under it's influence you...did something. I'm sure you'll see or hear about it soon enough anyway, but you need to understand that nothing that happened was your fault." "Okaaay." Sarah said slowly, she was still confused as to what was going on. "So 'the void' 'the darkness' and 'the mist' are all the same thing right?" "Indeed, three names for one enemy. A force incredibly powerful, as you realized last night, yet it tries to tempt Gifted with this power, to ensnare them with it. You wielded the Void more powerfully than anyone I have ever seen. You used the void to pour into a number of girls, quite a large number actually." Sarah was trying to listen intently to what Seles was saying, Seles seemed to think it was very important, but Sarah found it hard to focus. Mist was floating around the room, just lazily drifting, seemingly unaffected by any draft in the house or the movement of Seles' hands, but whenever Sarah took a breath, the mist seemed to pull in closer to Sarah's body and it would twirl around whenever she moved. "Are you listening?" Seles didn't sound particularly mad, but Sarah still blushed when she looked back up at Seles. "Oh yeah, sorry. It's just, I can't believe this mist was really here all the time and I just couldn't see it." "Yes, I can understand the feeling, but I am sure you will soon become accustomed to its presence. For all but Seekers, the mist remains mostly hidden, only becoming truly visible when focused upon. Even I barely notice it with my good eye." Seles explained gesturing to her normal looking green eye, her ominous looking black eye hidden behind her bangs. "You need only be concerned if the mist becomes dark, that indicates the Void has turned its attention upon you. "O-of course." Sarah nodded, looking once more at the pale, thick mist that somehow did not obscure her vision, despite its apparent thickness. "What were you saying?" "Well...It seems you, under the influence of the Void, caused a number of girls to have accidents. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal, it goes against what we stand for here, but it was not you, rather the Void acting through you. The problem here is that you targeted more than just a couple of girls; your power was amplified by the Void, and you touched the entire student body of an all girls school." Seles spoke gently, as though trying to convince herself of something as she continued. "It's not your fault obviously, but you caused almost two hundred girls to have accidents simultaneously." "Oh..." "This event will no doubt bring unwanted attention on this city, we will likely have to relocate sooner than we planned. I'm afraid the even was more than just a mass wetting. No doubt by using your Gift you have caused numerous accidents over the years, but what happened yesterday was different, the Gifts are of Control, but the power that you wielded was of the Void. The Void entered those girls, not just the contents of your bladder, the Void overwhelmed their Control. Every person is different, some have more of Control in them, and others have more of the Void, but when each of those girls were overwhelmed by the Void, many of them lost the Control they had. The scout I sent to investigate has reported that many of the girls are now unable to control their bladders. They have lost Control, this will only serve to strengthen the Void, so this is a huge blow to our efforts against the void. The scout I sent was upset about the outcome, that was the conversation that likely woke you earlier." Seles grew more and more animated, she did not seem particularly angry, but rather desperate for Sarah to understand something. "I-I'm sorry." Sarah was slightly overwhelmed by all the information that was just thrust upon her, but she still felt like she had disappointed Seles in some way, despite the woman's friendly tone. "Like I said, I do not blame you for this. I only blame the Void. What has been done, is done. We can only concern ourselves with what we will do moving forward. And as for that, I would like to speak with you about joining us here as a Daughter of the Gift. With your abilities, we can strike back at the Void two-fold." "Seles....do you need to pee?" Sarah asked rather suddenly "I-uh what?" Seles was clearly caught off guard, but Sarah finally realized what had been bothering her. The mist was still swirling around Seles, but right where Sarah imagined her bladder would be there was a light. The light was glowing rather brightly, and once Sarah noticed the light it was too distracting to simply ignore. As she continued to stare at it, the light seemed to take on a shape, it wasn't a shape Sarah recognized, but she still felt sure it was Seles' bladder. The light was almost full, with just a little bit of empty space left at the top. "Well," Sarah started, tilting her head in confusion. "I'm not completely sure, but I think I can see your bladder, and it looks just about full." "I-That's impossible, I mean I know your power seems unusual, but...Tell me exactly what you see." Seles looked uncertain now. As Sarah tried to explain exactly what she could see, Seles' face barely betrayed any emotion, but Sarah could see in her visible eye that she was surprised, shocked even. "It's exactly as you say, there's no doubt then, you have a Seeker's eyes. That makes you a Seeker, as well as a Conduit. I'll have to do more research on this subject, and perhaps see if you have any other Gifts as well. Ah!" Seles cut herself off and bent forward. According to what Sarah saw, there was no longer any empty space in Seles' light; her bladder was completely full. "Are you okay? Shouldn't you go to the bathroom before you have an accident?" "No no, I'm okay. I had one of our Sealers place a seal on me. All the girls here undergo this type of training regularly. It is designed to increase our capacity, and thereby our Control. I will make sure to have the seal removed before it becomes dangerous, but for now I have trained my self to maintain composure under such circumstances, as would be necessary in battle." "I see..." Sarah was used to her bladder being uncomfortably full, but she still couldn't imagine anyone going through that discomfort for some sort of training. Even after everything she had seen and heard since coming to this place, Sarah couldn't help but still feel skeptical about everything these people seemed to believe. Good versus Evil, Light versus Dark, this sort of thing doesn't actually exist does it? Sarah thought to herself. But these powers are definitely real, and these people sure seem to know a lot more about them than I do. "Sarah." Seles started speaking once more with her usual air of importance. "I will not ask you to swear yourself to our sisterhood today, but I would ask that you return here with Aiwren so that you might learn our history and understand our cause. During that time I hope that we may learn the extent of your unique powers and perhaps you will come to fight alongside us as well." "Oh-uh sure...I want to learn about my powers too. I guess I can come here after school again some time." "Splendid." Seles moved towards the door and gestured for Sarah to do the same. "I have duties I must see to. Feel free to look around here if you wish, Aiwren should be here somewhere. Otherwise I do hope to see you again soon." "Goodbye then, Seles." "Farewell," Seles paused and turned back towards Sarah. "One final thing, if I may. I realize you are in a rather unique situation, because you are unable to pee, the only way you can relieve yourself is by filling another. Generally, such practices are frowned upon by our order; especially in the case of Founts, who fill others with small amounts of the Void itself. I realize you are a Conduit, but there is still a saying we have: 'Cherish the pain of holding, for it shall bring you closer to Control, but the uncontrolled release feeds only the Void.' I would ask that when you transfer your urine to another, you do not fill them to the point of having an accident." "I can try." Sarah responded, noncommittally. "Hmmm, I suppose that is all I can ask for." And with that, Seles swept away down the hall. Sarah turned back towards where she thought the entrance to this building was, and began walking. After two dead-ends and a stairway that lead only to an empty room, Sarah finally had to admit that she was lost in the building she had previously thought of as small. Giving up on her quest for the exit, Sarah decided it would be faster to find someone who could tell her how to get out of this place. The only problem was Sarah hadn't seen another living soul since she parted with Seles. Sarah returned to her wandering, but this time she opened every unlocked door she came to, hoping there would be someone inside, but to no avail. All the doors Sarah tried either led to deserted rooms, or more doors. Finally, Sarah opened an old worn wooden door that appeared to contain some sort of exercise room. Sarah was relieved to hear the sounds of someone inside, so she stepped into the room, eager to get on her way. "Ha...ha...ah" There was a girl, about Sarah's height, but with short cropped brown hair, she was currently ferociously attacking a punching bag. After several more punches and a devastating kick, the girl spotted Sarah in the mirrors that coated the back wall of the room. As the punching bag still swayed ominously, the girl turned towards Sarah, with the same scowl she had while she was fighting imaginary opponents. "Uh, Hi" Sarah nervously spoke to the unfriendly looking girl. "I'm a bit lost, and I was wondering if you could tell me how to get out of this place." "You don't belong here." The girl's frightening attitude showed no sign of lightening. "Oh, sorry if I was interrupting you, I wasn't trying to go into restricted areas, but, like I said, I'm lost." "You don't belong here." The girl repeated. "In this building, this place is meant for those who fight the Void. All you've done since you arrived is help the Void, and destroy the lives of those two hundred girls." Sarah finally realized that she recognized this girl's voice, she had been the one arguing with Seles when Sarah woke up. It seemed like she still blamed Sarah for what she had done the night before. "I'm sorry for whatever it was that happened, but that wasn't my fault, Seles said..." "Oh I know very well what Seles said. She said what she had to say, that she will overlook the atrocities you committed so she can make use of your abilities." The girl had her hands clenched into fists, and Sarah found herself backing up as the girl slowly walked towards her. "Maybe I should go." Sarah was becoming uncomfortable with this angry looking girl, and it was obvious that she wasn't interested in helping Sarah. The girl ignored Sarah's words and continued her approach. "What makes you so special, huh? You nearly get taken by the Void and suddenly you're her favorite? You help the Void destroy people's lives, and you get praised for it? IT"S NOT FAIR!" The girls sudden shouting startled Sarah and caused her to flinch as she backed up into the wall. There was no where left for her to retreat, there were a couple of doors along the wall, but Sarah couldn't remember which one she had entered through. "WHY SHOULD YOU GET TO LIVE BUT MY FAMILY HAVE TO DIE? WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE IF MY SISTER IS DEAD?" Sarah stood frozen as the girl in front of her continued to rage; in fact, it wasn't just Sarah that was frozen. The mist that had been gently swirling around the room as usual had gone completely still. Sarah watched as the mist surrounding the other girl was suddenly repelled, leaving the girl standing in an open area, devoid of the mist. "THE VOID TOOK MY FAMILY AWAY FROM ME. I'LL DESTROY IT, STARTING WITH ANYONE WHO SERVES THE VOID." The girl was still shouting, but it sounded as though all the emotion had left her voice. She looked at Sarah, her eyes had turned completely white, and she showed a sinister smile as she continued speaking. "Someone like you." Sarah lurched back instinctively as the other girl lunged forward towards her. Sarah had watched the girl train with the punching bag earlier, if it came down to a direct fight, Sarah would surely lose. Sarah continued to back away, keeping a close eye on the girl, Sarah eyed the doors that were now on the other side of her opponent. "You are an evil creature, you should be killed before you can do more harm." The girl's voice no longer sounded like her own, perhaps it was due to the complete absence of emotion. Sarah could only think of one way to fight the girl, so she immediately threw all of the liquid in her bladder at the girl, but something stopped it short. Sarah could still feel the liquid in her bladder, but when she tried to fill the girl's bladder, something got in the way, a barrier of some kind. Another smile appeared on the approaching girl's face. "Oh, didn't you know? I'm a shield. You won't be able to win like that." The girl lunged at Sarah again. This time, Sarah wasn't quite as fast with her dodging. A hardened fist caught Sarah in the side, and she went tumbling away from the impact, unsteadily regaining her feet. Sarah was grasping her side, but the pain was deadened by the adrenalin pounding through her system. This girl was actually trying to kill her. Just what have I gotten myself into? Sarah thought to herself as she tried to circle back towards one of the doors without making her intentions obvious. "I'm sorry for whatever happened to your family, but I had nothing to do with that." Sarah desperately tried to reason with the girl who had now planted herself firmly between Sarah and the doors. "I came here to help you fight the Void, you don't have to do this." "We don't need your help. An abomination like you should just DIE." The girl aimed a kick at Sarah's head, and Sarah felt the foot barely pass over the top of her head as she scrambled on all fours past the girl. Sarah abandoned all pretense, and turned her back on the other girl as she ran for the nearest door and yanked on the handle. The door did not open. "Huh?" Sarah tried again, but no matter which way she pushed or pulled the door, it would not open. There was no visible lock or keyhole on the door, but something was holding it shut. "Hahahaha." An eerie laugh filled the room, a laugh devoid of emotion. "Do you still not understand the situation? Let me enlighten you." Sarah cried out as she was slammed against the door from behind. A vice like grip gripped her neck from behind, and Sarah was dragged back towards the center of the room. "You are an unwanted abomination; so you must die." Sarah's vision was still blurry, and as her sight sharpened, she saw her attacker retrieving what looked like a wooden sword from a cabinet in one corner of the room. Sarah struggled to rise, but she barely managed to sit up before she was thrown back to the ground. The girl mounted Sarah's chest and pressed the sword against Sarah's throat. Sarah coughed and chocked as she struggled to draw breath. Her vision grew blurry once again as her brain was deprived of oxygen, or was it because the mists seemed to grow thicker? The mist looked like they were swirling faster than before, they seemed to be spinning around the room. As Sarah lay staring at the ceiling, the spinning mists made her almost forget that she was dying. Sarah supposed that must be what this feeling was; it didn't feel so bad. The pain in her side was all but gone, and she was feeling warm now. The edges of her vision were going dark, but she could still see the mists spinning above her, she liked watching them, at least they would be with her when she died. No, you have to keep going, a voice seemed to whisper in Sarah's ear. Why? Sarah asked herself, what was the point in struggling when it would be so much easier to just fall asleep. Sarah's eyelids started to droop as she stared at the mists. She wished she could touch them, before the end came. Why can't I? Sarah wondered, and when no voice answered, Sarah reached out and touched the mists, not with her hands, but she touched them all the same. The mists were warm, Sarah was starting to feel cold now, so she pulled some of the warm mists inside of her. The mists shone from inside her, it was so bright. Sarah felt pain now, why did it hurt? Wasn't it all over already? She needed to pee, it hurt so much now. There was a girl on top of her, so Sarah tried to push some of the light into her, not too much, Sarah wanted to stay warm. Something stopped the light, the girl was completely dark, no light at all inside of her. Sarah felt an overwhelming sadness for the girl. Desperate to help, Sarah threw all of her light at the girl, it wouldn't go through. Sarah was getting cold again. Sarah tried one last time, she could feel the liquid light from her bladder desperately trying to enter the other girl, Sarah continued to push with everything she had, until she finally felt something give way. The light streamed into the other girl, she was glowing beautifully now, Sarah collapsed back happy. Sarah was almost dark now, she just needed to close her eyes and drift away. "NOOOO!" A loud scream startled Sarah back to her senses, the fact that she was even alive surprised Sarah. As she struggled to come to grips with the situation she realized there was a heavy weight on her lower body. Sarah propped herself up on her elbows and a wooden sword clattered to the ground from where it had lay upon Sarah's neck. Staring at the girl who had come very close to killing her, Sarah watched as the girl kneeled on Sarah's legs, with both hands thrust between her legs, and a wet spot on her grey sweat pants. "Control is absolute, there is no room for weakness." The girl's voice still sounded inhuman, but it was now tinged with emotion and desperation. Sarah watched as the mists that had previously been held back at a great distance from the girl, slowly crept back, twisting through the air. Until finally, the mist touched her. The girl cried out again, and Sarah felt her own crotch become soaked with warm wetness as the girl lost control on top of Sarah. The girl's pants became significantly darker and wetter as she continued peeing for more than a minute, Sarah lay still while she became soaked by the other girl's pee, weak from her near death experience and unsure if she was still in danger from the peeing girl. Once the stream of urine finally stopped the girl collapsed, apparently unconscious. Sarah slid out from under the girl and rose to unsteady feet, despite almost dying, she seemed to be in fairly good shape. Her side stung a bit where she had been struck, but Sarah made it to the door that refused to open before without any problem. Trying the door again, Sarah was surprised to see that the door now swung open easily. "Sarah? I didn't know you were still here. Are you okay?" It was Aiwren, looking concerned. "I heard shouts, but the door wouldn't open, and why are you all wet?" Aiwren looked down at Sarah's soaked pants. "It's a long story." Sarah felt relieved she had found someone who was less likely to attack her. "Basically that girl over there went crazy and attacked me, but I managed to stop her somehow." "Wha-" Aiwren looked shocked, she glanced passed Sarah at the unconscious girl laying in a yellow puddle. "Elizabeth? Really? And you were able to beat her? But why would she attack you?" "I'm not really sure what happened, but I don't think she was herself. At first she was just angry at me because of what I did with the Void, but then she changed. I think something took control of her and tried to kill me." "We should tell Seles about this, and you should see a doctor to make sure you're alright, there's a doctor close by, I can take you there, oh and I should have someone check on Elizabeth too." Aiwren spoke quickly, obviously shaken by the recent events. "Slow down Aiwren, everything's going to be fine." Sarah found it odd to be comforting the someone else when she herself had almost died, but Aiwren was obviously more distraught than Sarah was. "Why don't you go get Seles...Ah but before you do that, can you show me the way out of here? That's what I was looking for when I stumbled upon Elizabeth here." "Oh, of course...but wait, you shouldn't leave now. You need to see Seles, and you should rest." "I'm fine, really. And I already stayed out all night yesterday, I should go home before my mom starts freaking out. You just tell Seles what happened, and make sure Elizabeth is alright. And I'll talk to you tomorrow, hopefully Seles will have some answers before then." "Ah...okay then. I'll show you the exit." Aiwren was obviously less than happy about Sarah's plan, but she wasn't willing to argue it further. "Thanks" Sarah followed Aiwren down several twisting hallways, through a number of doors, and around several corners until they finally arrived in front of the entrance Sarah remembered. After another short farewell, Sarah walked through the door, and soon found herself back outside. She took a deep breath before wincing and grabbing her injured side. It wasn't a terrible wound, but it would probably leave a nasty bruise. Sarah made her way back to the train station, before she realized why it seemed like people were looking at her funny. Sarah looked down and remembered that her pants were badly stained from the accident Elizabeth had. Sarah wished she had asked Aiwren for a change of pants before leaving, now it looked like Sarah had peed herself. Sarah blushed as another group of girls passed, obviously noticing Sarah's apparent accident. It had been so long since Sarah had been able to have accidents, she had forgotten how embarrassing it could be. Sarah tried to distract herself from the attention her wet pants were attracting, she watched as the mists twirled and danced through the air. It was a shame most people would never see them, they were quite beautiful. People didn't even disturb the mist, it just continued to flow normally, no matter how people moved. Except for Sarah that is; she swept her arm through the mists, lazily tracing a pattern in them. A train pulled into the station, it wasn't Sarah's, so she went back to looking around. Sarah spotted something strange on the far side of the station, across several sets of tracks. The mist seemed to be pulsing, it would compress for half a second, and then it would expand again. This pattern continued several times in the minute that Sarah was watching. After the train pulled away, and Sarah could see clearly to the other side of the tracks, Sarah saw a person standing in the middle of the mists that were behaving so strangely. It looked like a girl, but she was wearing some kind of hood and she was too far away for Sarah to see clearly. Sarah stepped forward, nearing the edge of the station, trying to get a clearer look at the girl. Sarah saw the girl smile, it looked like she was looking at Sarah. The girl raised one of her hands to her mouth and nod. Sarah took another half step towards the girl and open her mouth slightly in her curiosity. Two arms wrapped roughly around Sarah, but before she could scream, another hand pressed a damp rag up against her mouth and nose. Sarah smelled some sort of chemical as her body went numb and her mind grew hazy. Before she lost consciousness completely, she felt her assailants lay her gently down, and the last thing she saw was the mist swirling as it was traced through the air in strange patterns by every move these unfamiliar individuals made. "We've got her, we're coming back now."
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  9. File Name: Incontinent School Girl Pees Everywhere File Submitter: DiaperedKitty File Submitted: 03 Nov 2014 File Category: Female Diaper Play & Wetting An incontinent schoolgirl pees herself when she feels intimidated. She pees her panties in the hallway, inside the classroom and on the train. The school doctor gives her diapers and the next day the peeing continues in diapers. Click here to download this file
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  10. Haven't got a pic of my actual guitar, but I got one that looks identical to the one on the pic! Real happy with how it is to play, and how it looks in my livingroom :) Black with gold details is a winner in my eyes ;)
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  11. Very nice :P I always like images with a bladder visualisation
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    File Name: 漏-1431.wmv File Submitter: hiiro File Submitted: 01 Nov 2014 File Category: Skirt Wetting 漏れ1431 Click here to download this file
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  15. "I'd drag my balls through a mile of broken glass just to hear you fart through a walkie-talkie"
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  16. This is why God created the "Nanny".
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  17. I promise to update more often, you all, please don't hate me. Chapter 5 Gloria brushed her fiery scarlet hair behind her ear as she continued down the hallway, Susanne next to her. She rubbed her swollen abdomen and sighed. She’d been so ready to let loose and finally be rid of the nagging urge between her legs last night, an urge that she’d grown so accustomed to she’d almost forgot what it was like to be completely empty. Usually, she measured her liquid intake so that it would stay in direct proportion to her allowed pee breaks…Until of course, she’d gotten put on bladder lockdown for peeing a little too much. She still remembered how she had gotten into that mess in the first place…How a couple weeks ago, little Romilda had too much chocolate milk at breakfast and was about to spring a leak in the study, despite having already had her morning pee…how Gloria had let Romilda use her chamber pot in order to spare Romilda from having to violate the one-pot-use-a-day rule. As a result, Gloria had an even fuller bladder than usual when it came round to dinnertime. She knew that Madame Mulberry went around to check all the chamber pots after dinner to make sure no one had peed extra during the day. Gloria had waited until about a half hour after supper to kip up to her room, already dribbling in her knickers, and take a good hard wee before bed. To her horror, however, Madame Mulberry walked in on her mid-stream on her rounds to call “lights out” for the room. Gloria tried to explain what happened, but Madame Mulberry wouldn’t hear it. The next morning, there had been an announcement at breakfast. Gloria could still see the sardonic and mirthless grin on Madame Mulberry’s face as she announced that since Gloria was so fond of giving up pee breaks, her toilet became open to everyone but her. She’d even gone so far as to allow everyone a second pee break that day, and some of the more malicious girls always made sure Gloria was around to watch. They had groaned profusely and sigh melodramatically as Gloria’s own bulging bladder was tormented by the sound Madame Mulberry had even forced Gloria to empty the pot 3 times of its pee, an agonizing task for someone in her state. Shaking the memory of that nightmarish occasion from her head, Gloria led the girls around a corner and out a side door that led to the greenhouses. Rows upon rows of vibrant foliage, aromatic blooms and soft, supple buds spilled from the shelves, the concrete floor beneath them and opaque walls around them damp with condensation. To the right of the doorway stood a shelf teeming with gardening gear; shears, watering cans, hoes, clippers, and bags of rich, pungent mulch. She knew Madame Mulberry was punishing her by giving her this task; the act of watering flowers was torture on a full bladder, especially since every girl here had one. Susanne walked in after her, giving her a concerned look as she made her way to the front of the pack. “Ok, everyone, listen up. All this running water is gonna be tough, but if we power through it, we can get back to the main hall and pee…Alright?” She pushed her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose and began divvying the girls into groups for each section of the greenhouse. Gloria sighed and grabbed a watering can from the shelf. The rest of the girls followed suit. Gloria strode over to the tap, a metal pipe protruding from the wall with a nozzle attached to the top. She sighed and squatted down, wincing as the action put pressure on her bladder. She turned on the tap, and immediately a strong stream of water began pouring from the faucet into the bucket. Gloria bit her lip as the running water worked its magic on her bladder’s psyche, and by the rustling of pantyhose and stifled groans behind her, Gloria could tell that she wasn’t alone in her discomfort. Once she’d filled up her water can, she stepped away to go to her section. She figured it’d be best if she started at the end and worked her way back towards the door. As she was finishing with her third plant, most of the girls had broken off and taken to a section of shrubbery. She felt a hand on her ass and turned around to see a girl about 18 with bouncy blonde curls and deceptively innocent brown eyes smiling lasciviously at her. “Hey, morning Glorie…” she cooed, giggling. Gloria merely rolled her eyes and turned back to her work. “What do you want, Desiree?” she muttered. Desiree was the most promiscuous girl Gloria had ever met. She arrived at the mansion several months back, a couple weeks after Gloria did. Word round the mansion was that she was brought up in a Catholic household with very strict parents. You’d never be able to guess that from her permanent “come hither” smirk and general absence of undergarments on a daily basis. She spent so much time feeling up with other girls that she’d earned the nickname ‘Des the Lez’…Not that she was the only one. Many girls sought release and comfort in each other’s arms here, Gloria being one of the few exceptions. She just couldn’t bring herself to lose control like that. Desiree pouted. “Don’t be huffy, Gloria, I just came to say hello and see how you were doing. You must be feeling sooo much better after Madame Mulberry finally let you pee...But I was a little disappointed. You looked adorable writhing around, a cute little bump in your belly from all the water you had to hold…Oh, and thanks for letting me use your chamber pot while you were on hiatus…Though you would’ve made a much better toilet.” She cackled maliciously. Gloria grimaced as Desiree’s words made her bladder throb. “Look, Desiree, either say something important or clear out, I’m trying to finish this up.” Desiree’s grin went on unaltered. “Oh, don’t be such a prude. That’s your problem, Gloria, you never let yourself have any fun. You should learn to enjoy holding it…It feels fantastic if you let it. Plus, I get to pee into that sexy Hispanic chick, Trish. Seeing her face as I flood her, it gets me going every time. She won’t admit it, but she loves it. Someday she’ll realize it, and she’ll beg to hold my pee for me.” Gloria scoffed in disgust. “You’re insane, Desiree.” Desiree shook her head. “No, I’m horny. There’s a difference.” She reached down and rubbed Gloria’s thigh sensually. Gloria slapped her hand away. “Get off of me!” she cried indignantly. Desiree’s smile was gone now, replaced by an ugly sneer. “Whatever. I don’t have to waste my time here anyway. Sooner or later, you’ll be coming to me, Gloria.” With that, Desiree roughly pulled Gloria’s head up by her hair and pressed her lips against hers violently for a moment before shoving her away and getting up to move to a different section. Gloria fervently wiped at her mouth with the back of her arm, glaring at Desiree’s retreating form. Despite her annoyance with the lusty blonde, Gloria couldn’t deny that she’d often thought about “swinging that way” during her time at the mansion. Come to think of it, Desiree did have a firm and supple ass…No! Gloria thought to herself, horrified at the impure thought that had unwelcomely manifested in her mind. Shaking her head vehemently, she continued to water the plants, breathing heavily as the water trickled from the can head onto the delicate blooms below. How Gloria dearly wished to be the can, releasing its liquid contents gracefully and leisurely. The can could hold its limit infinitely, and was not bound by the same agony that gripped Gloria’s bladder for the past few days. Gloria suddenly pulled her hand back, ceasing the water flow, the rest of the liquid sloshing in the plastic container. “That’s enough for now…” She whispered waspishly to the can. “Oh, I bet you thought you were gonna let it all out. Too bad. You’re gonna hold this water in you for as long as I say.” She raised her arm and let a few more beads of water drip from the spout. “It must be horrible, not being able to let it all go…” she murmured, gently rubbing between her own legs. She turned around to look at her group; it was the same story all throughout the greenhouse. All around her, the girls gripped their watering cans with slightly shaky hands, their stockings creating a soft *rasp, rasp* sound as their thighs rubbed together incessantly, their panty covered bums bouncing gently in time to the agonizing rhythm of their swollen bladders. A soft rumble of groans and moans from the desperate women could be heard under the infuriating *pitter patter* of water on plants. “Water the plants…” a young raven haired woman down the way muttered as she gave herself a squeeze. “Oh, I’d definitely love to “water” these plants…” she huffed. She looked over at Gloria, who was glancing at her with mild disdain. The girl scoffed. “C’mon, Gloria…We both know Mulberry won’t notice if we’re a few drops lighter…God, I’m about to burst.” Gloria saw her look around before scooting closer to the plant and discreetly pulling her panties aside, releasing a few spurts into the soil. It was illegal, and forbidden…And it looked like it was heaven to take the edge off. She even saw a few women look down at the act and follow suit. Even Susanna, the “teacher’s pet” of sorts, was siphoning off some excess water into the plants. Just as Gloria was about to do the same, Madame Mulberry walked by to inspect their progress. Most of the women had gotten their panties back up in time, so Madame Mulberry didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The women let out a collective sigh of relief.Not the relief they desired, but relief nonetheless. Gloria sighed as she looked back at the ever-inviting soil in the pot, more than ready to absorb a small discharge of liquids to ease the burden on a very full bladder. It was a perfectly reasonable solution to their problem, but everyone lived in fear of the repercussions that would befall them if they were to turn the greenhouse into a full-out ladies’ room. After all, Madame Mulberry could come back by here, and were she to catch any of them in a compromising position… After a few more ferns, Gloria deemed her section well-hydrated and stood shakily, gasping a bead of her golden nectar made its way past her clenched thighs. By the time she’d gotten back up to the front of the greenhouse, the desperation was reaching a fever pitch. Even Gloria was focused more on grabbing her own crotch than that of the girls around her. It was becoming apparent that the small squirts into the ferns had brought very little comfort; the collective bladder was tiring, it was going to spill over soon. Susanne curtsied her way to the front of the group, her thighs rubbing together as she shimmied in place. “O-ok, girls, good work. “ She said, looking over at the array of squirming women before her. “N-now, let’s hurry back to the dining hall, huh? Madame Mulberry doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and I don’t think any of us will make it till the next allotted time at lunch, so move as quickly as you can!” The girls all put the cans up and went about straightening up the room. One of the little ones squealed as the crotch of her panties became damp and a stream emerged. Susanne quickly thrust a watering can underneath the girl until she managed to cut off the flow. Susanne disappeared back into the rows to evenly distribute the urine throughout the pots. Many of the older women looked understanding, but a few of the younger ones were glaring at the little girl, jealous that she’d been allowed more relief than they. Susanne returned to the front of the room, still squirming. None of the women could stand still; it was time to return to the dining hall and gain relief from their aching bladders. They filed out as quickly as they could, heading back down the hallway towards the hall. Once they reached it, they found the tables cleared. Only Cassandra and the other human pots were there, Gloria noticed. The rest must’ve gone to use the regular chamber pots. Susanne turned to the group she was leading, who were peering anxiously into the room, looking for signs of relief. Susanne shushed them. “Ok, those who are able to wait, go to the resident wing and use the chamber pots there. Those who can’t, try and get in line, but no pushing!” As soon as she’d gotten done, the women all rushed past her trying to get in line. Gloria managed to get the last spot for Cassandra, the girls in front of her wincing and doubling over. Gloria looked back and saw Susanne standing there, clutching her crotch. The poor girl had been so distracted by the briefing that she had been unable to snag a spot quickly enough. Gloria saw Susanne’s face, worry and hopelessness overcoming her face as she scanned the lines, hoping, praying that one of them had 5 or less people, but it was useless. She was out of luck, forced to hold in the unbearable amount of pee she’d accumulated and hope that one of the women decided to be merciful. As much as Gloria pitied her, her desperation would not allow her to think past the swollen bump in her abdomen. She looked back around and saw Desiree sitting in front of Trish, her pee streaming from her into the bronzed woman. She contorted her faced in disgust at Desiree’s expression. She couldn’t tell if it was relief or arousal; probably both, knowing her. The minutes wore on, and Gloria was dancing shamelessly now, as were the girls last in line for the other women. She looked down the way and saw Janet, Trish, and Margaret, all with protruding abdomens now, wincing as the last girl came forward to tax their struggling bladders some more. Gloria sat down in front of Cassandra, wincing as the action squished her bladder. She took the catheter tip and began working it into her urethra, trying not to look at the bulge in Cassandra’s abdomen and how much she’d be adding to it. She slacked her grip on her pelvic muscles just enough to get the stream started, and it steadily grew until it reached Cassandra’s pink urethra, flowing into the woman just like it had last night. Gloria kept her head down, trying to block out Cassandra’s heavy breathing as the woman struggle to accommodate the pressure. Gloria continued flooding Cassandra’s bladder in her pee until she was at such a point when she had to force the last few drops out. Relief, sweet, blissful, empty relief, washed over her as her bladder was empty for the first time in an age. Gloria slumped down, the catheter still inside her, sighing contentedly. “Ooh, that felt good…” she groaned. “That makes one of us…” Cassandra managed to grunt. Gloria forced herself to look into the woman’s eyes. She still looked unsettled and on her guard, but there was a kindness in her eyes, as if she were genuinely glad to help Gloria. Gloria felt a huge surge of affection for Cassandra, and it made her blush. “T-thank you…” she managed to stammer before disconnecting the catheter and standing up quickly, hurrying away. Susanne hurried up to the four ladies. “P-please, can any of you help me? I’m about to lose it!” she cried, the bespectacled girl clutching her tight, swollen bladder. Janet and Maggie were already leaving, and Cassandra rubbed her bloated abdomen. Trish looked at the girl with a slight degree of pity. “I’m sorry, kid, but…it’s gonna take a little for me to keep this in, thanks to that little slut Desiree, and we can’t have you flooding the newbie. You’ll just have to get to the pots on the second floor.” Susanne groaned and her dancing got more sporadic. “B-but I can’t wait till the second floor!” she moaned, feeling her hold begin to crack. She was going to burst, she knew it, it was just a matter of when and where. In a blind moment of panic, Susanne rushed from the hall, hoping she could at least make it back to the greenhouse before she lost the flood. At least there she could wash away the evidence. Gloria looked back at Cassandra, who gave her a small smile. Gloria returned it half-heartedly, blushing as she left the hall, heading towards the second floor to help with the dusting. ~MEANWHILE~ Susanne was in dire straits. She’d forgotten that the greenhouses were set on a lock (one of the only pieces of technology in this house) and would not open until the next watering session, that evening. Tears began to bead up in Susanne’s eyes almost as fast of urine began to bead up on her tired pussy lips. Susanne ground her hands into her crotch, looking for something, ANYthing, that would prevent her from soiling herself and getting in trouble. She suddenly spotted Madame Mulberry coming down the hallway. Susanne did her best to straighten up and look normal. The action caused a white hot blade of pain to rip through her bladder, nearly causing her to cry out in pain, but she held it in. Madame Mulberry cast an inquisitive look at her, and her eyes dropped to her bloated midsection. A knowing smile came over the cold woman’s lips. “Ah, weren’t able to snag a place for a chamber lady, were you, Susanne? Aw, look, you poor thing!” She said, approaching Susanne and rubbing her abdomen, causing the girl to flinch. “You’re absolutely busting at the seams, aren’t you? Come with me.” Madame Mulberry took Susanne’s hand and led her away from the greenhouse. She half led, half dragged the leaking Susanne to her study, where she ushered her in and closed the door, unfastening her robe. “Quickly, dear, bottoms off if you don’t want to ruin the rug.” Susanne didn’t quite understand what was happening here, but if it meant relief, she was all too willing to comply. She hiked up her skirt and tore her panties, damp with liquid, down her legs. The absent of panties proved too much of a psychological blow for Susanne, and an involuntary spurt of urine jetted from her sore lips, wetting her panties even more around her ankles. Madame Mulberry had opened her robes, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. “There’s a catheter in my desk, Susanne. Grab it.” Susanne did as she was told. A catheter? Did Madame Mulberry have a secret Chamber lady for her own personal use? She went around to the desk at the far side of the room, rummaging around for the catheter with one hand while the other was plugging up her twitching peehole. Finally, Susanne’s hand closed around the tubing, and she handed it to Madame Mulberry. “M-Madame, if I may ask…There are no Chamber Ladies around. What am I to do?” Madame Mulberry smiled. “Isn’t it obvious, dear? I’m going to be your Chamber Lady right now.” She hooked the catheter up to herself and then up to Susanne. It had barely been fastened when Susanne let out another involuntary jet of pee. Madame Mulberry smiled. “Come on, dear, let it go.” It took a little bit, but Susanne finally managed to coax her tightly clenched bladder to relinquish some of its control, resulting in a stream that traveled up the tubing into Madame Mulberry’s urethra. Susanne had to fight to stop her stream from becoming a powerful jet and blowing the tubing right out of her. In a way, keeping her urine output light and manageable was almost harder than keeping it in. Finally, she managed to get to a point where it no longer hurt to go slow, and she moaned in relief as she continued to pee into Madame Mulberry. About halfway through, she began to pull back on her stream, certain that Madame Mulberry’s hospitality only extended so far. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up into Madame Mulberry’s face. She was smiling. “Finish.” She said simply. Susanne let go again, a grin creeping on her face. After nearly 2 minutes, Susanne’s stream abated, and after bearing down on her bladder to make sure there was nothing left, she unhooked the catheter from herself. Now that her mind was drowning in her hot, boiling desperation, worry and concernedness overtook Susanne’s mind. Why had Madame Mulberry decided to help her? Why not just let her piss herself and be made a fool out of? Why not just force her to pee elsewhere and make an example of her, like she did with Gloria? As she thought these things, she bent down to pick up her panties, but Madame Mulberry stopped her. “Oh, I won’t have you in that filthy thing…Here.” Madame Mulberry closed her robe and strode past the girl, opening up a drawer behind her desk and pulling out a fresh pair of panties. She handed them to the girl. Susanne vaguely wondered why Madame Mulberry kept underwear in her study, but she did not complain as she slid them on. Dry panties felt nice on her wet labia. She turned and curtsied slightly. “Thank you, Madame Mulberry.” She murmured demurely. The woman smiled. “You’re most certainly welcome, my dear. Couldn’t have you ruining the carpeting, could we? Now, my generosity, while great, is not free, as you can imagine. In exchange for your relief, there is just one teensie little thing I need you to do for me, darling…” She drew her robe around the girl and closed the door. To be continued…
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  18. Lillica Quest

    THE SWEET RELIEF, AFTER ALMOST TWO YEARS OF WAITING!
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