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  1. Part Eleven- “Cece!” Kay snapped, crossing her legs and staring at the blonde woman. “You should know better than to interrupt such a situation. The gun will be fine. Even if it was damaged, I could buy you a thous-” “It's not about damage, it's about respecting my property,” Cece said, holding the now-clean rifle over her shoulder. “I was using this rifle when I won the-” “SILENCE!” Kay suddenly shouted. She then cleared her throat and reached into her breasts, withdrawing a small remote. She pressed a button on it, then stuffed it back down her dress. “Alright, cameras are off. Cece, you need to be more careful. If you'd said what championship you won, anybody watching could easily work out your identity. Don't prove my letting you participate a mistake. Shit, how many professional female shooters could there even be out there? I just hope Beatrice bleeped that before it went live.” “I'm sure she did,” Cece sighed. “You're right, I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for interrupting, but this gun is really important to me.” “I know, I'm sorry too,” Kay said softly. She stood up and embraced the ragged and still-damp Cece, completely unconcerned for her own ornate dress. “Go to your room, have a nice bath. You can have tomorrow off to make up for the ordeal you went through today.” Cece blinked. “Uhm, thank you, but wasn't I supposed to, you know...” She trailed off, tilting her head up towards Emma, who grimaced and sunk back into the couch. She couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Cece. Not only was she nearly thirty pounds of pure muscle heavier than Emma was, but a professional shooter as well? And Emma seemed to have gotten on her bad side first thing. “Nope,” Kay sighed. “Emma is going to take tomorrow off as well. She needs to be examined to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and she needs to recover.” Cece furrowed her brow and stared at Emma. “Wait, what did I miss?” Kay smiled and sat back on the couch, nuzzling her head on Emma's shoulder. “This magnificent woman just broke the record. She released over twenty-two hundred milliliters.” Cece's eyes went wide and it was clear that she was trying hard not to freak out. She stammered for a moment. “This kid?” she finally barked, pointing two fingers at Emma, who had practically fused with the couch at this point. “How's that even possible, wasn't she at like fifteen hundred last time?” “Sixteen,” Kay corrected her. “Yes, though, it is truly unbelievable. She pushed herself so far, like her life truly depended on it. The greatest display I've ever seen. That said, I'm very concerned for her. Please return to your quarters like I asked, and bring up the medbay on your way.” Cece glanced suspiciously at Emma for a moment, then nodded. She strode out of the living room, and Emma leaned over the side of the couch to watch as she made her way to the end of the hall and into the classroom scene. A moment later, Emma heard a loud mechanical grinding, like the sound of a freight elevator. “The bloody hell is that racket?” Emma muttered, squinting at the door to the classroom scene. “Follow me and find out,” Kay quipped, gracefully getting to her feet. Emma sat up straight and leaned forwards, then slid off the couch onto her knees. “I don't think I can stand properly,” Emma breathed with a nervous giggle. “My legs feel like I've just run a triathlon.” “That's to be expected after what you just did,” Kay explained, smiling lovingly at Emma. She reached down and grasped the redhead's hand, pulling her to her feet and keeping her held in a steady embrace. “Not many people would think so, but holding one's bladder to its true limit is one of the most exhausting things a person can do, in every way. The mental fortitude it takes to withstand the pain, the sheer willpower it takes to ignore a biological NEED, not to mention the pure physical strength it takes to withstand such pressure.” Kay closed her eyes and smiled wider, and Emma noticed Kay's right hand shifting slowly between her legs. A second later though, she clenched her fist and withdrew it. “I've spoken with many women, and male clients, who find wetting to be something degrading. Something humiliating, a sign of weakness. But it is the exact opposite of that, Megan. You know it as well as I do, now. The raw power it takes to bring your body to that point of complete failure... It is incredible. Even if your bladder is tiny, to hold it all in until it just forces its way out of you is a display of strength, not weakness. Someone weak would squat in an alley after a night out drinking. Someone weak would excuse themselves from a meeting to use the toilet. Someone weak would walk out in the middle of a movie. Someone weak would- Wait, are you peeing?” Emma blinked and looked down. Sure enough, a light stream of completely clear liquid was dripping down her legs and onto her and Kay's feet. “Looks like it,” Emma muttered. “I'm really sorry... I can't control it at all...” Kay tilted her head and kissed Emma on her mouth. “That's also to be expected. The first time Tsu broke fifteen hundred, she was dribbling for like, three days. That's still a pretty average capacity for this place though. With what you did... Let's just get you in a bed. Come on.” Kay nearly carried her through the hallway, her slender body hiding surprisingly strong arms. “Was the footage good?” Emma asked suddenly. “I kind of just fell over, wasn't thinking about a good angle...” “There's no such thing as a bad angle in this place,” Kay assured her. “That said, the footage from this wetting was absolutely phenomenal. Remember the camera in the coffee table? It caught EVERYTHING. Dead-on, in 4K. It's one of the closest, highest-resolution soakings we've ever had. The level of detail is astonishing.” Emma went red at the thought of strangers staring directly at her peeing crotch in Ultra HD as they reached the door to the classroom scene, and Kay pushed it open with her foot. Emma looked up as bright white lights caught her eye, and she blinked repeatedly. They were standing in what seemed to be a large hospital room, five beds lined in a row. One was occupied by a naked and sleeping middle-eastern woman with bandages wrapped around her arms and stomach. This was unusual enough, but the stranger thing was that she was not wearing a mask. On the right side of the room was a counter, and behind said counter was an exceedingly tall woman of about forty years with jet-black hair and thick glasses, also maskless. “Hello, Doctor,” Kay panted. “Let me introduce you to-” “Emma, isn't it?” the woman interrupted. “Yes, I saw what happened. Please lay down next to Maisha there. I'll be with you in a moment.” Kay nodded and dragged Emma to the bed next to the other woman and set her down. As soon as she fell back, another spurt of pee leaked out of her, soaking a small spot of the sheet. “So, what is this?” Emma asked. “You film the nurse fetish stuff in here?” Kay blinked and shook her head. “No, we have another room for that. This is a fully functional medical facility, and Dr. Elise is a real doctor. She was a subject, years ago, and she wanted to use her earnings to pay for medical school. When I learned of this, I offered to cover the cost of her education as well as paying her in full should she join my little cult here. She's a licensed general practitioner, and she also has degrees in urology, gynecology, and psychology. I should also mention that the Elise and Maisha are these women's real names, not code. You're not to mention either of them outside of this room." Emma looked to the doctor with an impressed nod. “Wait, if this is real...” Emma's voice fell to a whisper. “What happened to...” she barely tilted her head towards the bandaged, sleeping woman next to her. “I have no right to tell you,” Kay said simply, frowning slightly. “Get to know her when she wakes up, maybe she'll explain. Do not press her though. I love you, but I won't stand for it if you upset this woman.” Emma blinked and nodded. “Of course. I'll be respectful.” “Good,” Kay said, her smile growing back quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot... I have something for you. I noticed how badly you wanted to watch the videos in the classroom scene earlier. Take this.” Kay reached down her dress again and pulled out a smartphone and a pair of earbuds. Emma's mouth fell open for a moment. “How the hell do you keep so much stuff in your tits? No offense, but they're not that large...” Emma feared a bollocksing for her comment, but Kay had to bite into her arm to stifle a giddy laugh. “It's excellent, isn't it? Look...” Kay peeked over her shoulder at the doctor, who was buried in a folder, not paying the slightest bit of attention. She then looked back to Emma and reached for her chest, gripping the neckline of her dress. She folded it over, exposing her breasts – And a row of deep pockets lining the inside of the dress. Emma's mouth fell open slightly. The last thing she expected was to see this part of Kay right now. Even though they were breasts as plain as any other woman's, the intimacy of Kay's gesture made Emma shiver. “Pockets!” Kay squealed as quietly as she could, sounding like an overexcited schoolgirl. “No decent women's clothing has pockets in it, but I can get around that when I have my own made. I just have them put on the inside so they're not visible. I can fit everything except the kitchen sink in here.” She released the dress and let the cups flip back into place. She didn't seem to find her own action sexual or unusual at all; something that made sense in her line of work, Emma supposed. “Anyway, this phone's got a whole bunch of my videos in it. They're sorted by the subject's names. You can watch anything you like. There is...one catch,” Kay said, her smile growing slightly evil. “The doctor will tear you a new one if she catches you playing with yourself in here. No matter how horny you get, you hold it together and save all that energy for our...encounter, after your final challenge.” Kay pursed her lips. “In fact, even after you get out of here, if I catch you doing anything before we have our time together, you'll be in for it. You're not to have any sexual contact with Dee, Tsu, or any other subject either. From this point on... You're... Mine.” With that, Kay slid her left hand down to the slit in her dress, pulling it aside. Emma's eyes shot down instantly, going wide as crystal balls as they fell on Kay's panties. Other than the crotch, they were made from see-through mesh. Emma could see Kay's fire-red hair pressing against the material, and the very tip of her clit above the cotton crotch that obscured the rest of her womanhood. Kay reached down with her right middle finger, tracing a line back-to-front, the outline of her labia growing visible through the thin fabric. Emma's breath quickened, and she felt blood rush to her face. The room suddenly felt far warmer. She bit her lip as she felt her heart begin to race. There was an ache between her legs, completely unrelated to the soreness from her hold. She grew hot and damp, a new wetness growing inside of her. Emma's palms tingled, her breath shook, her toes curled and she licked her lips, dry from her quick breaths- And then Kay released her dress and turned, striding out of the room without another word. Emma's head fell back on the pillow, her pussy throbbing and desperate for attention. She gripped her sheets hard and shut her eyes, fighting the temptation to just start going at it. “Ahem.” Emma yelped and opened her eyes. Dr. Elise was standing over her, holding out her gloved hands. “I'm going to check you out now, alright?” she said kindly. Emma just nodded. Elise smiled and helped Emma undress, sliding off her saturated panties first. “Oh, you don't need that mask in here. The cameras are only for me to see when I'm in my office, should something go wrong.” She pulled Emma's mask off and then removed her dress. She covered Emma's chest with a thin sheet, then walked back to her counter to change her gloves. “You'll be allowed to shower as soon as you can stand properly. For now I'm just gonna make sure you haven't broken anything.” Elise returned quickly and stood right next to Emma. She reached out and placed her hand on Emma's belly, pressing gently. “This hurt?” “Not at all,” Emma said truthfully. “It's just numb.” Elise nodded. She slid her hand lower and pushed slightly harder. Emma grimaced as a surprisingly large spurt of pee flew out of her, splashing on the tile floor. Elise slanted her lips. “Well, that means there's something in your bladder. With how much you drank, it should be filling quickly. Do me a favor and urinate by yourself, as much as you can.” Emma shrugged and relaxed as much as she could, pushing gently. A stream started up quickly, soaking her butt and flowing off the sides of the bed. She peed for about five seconds before it tapered off. “Excellent,” Dr. Elise said with another nod. “If you can urinate at will, you're almost certainly fine. Now I'm going to ask that you try to hold it the next time you feel the need. Shouldn't be long. I won't make you hold it until you're bursting, it's just that if you can feel pressure in your bladder and it's not coming out by itself, that means you're good to go.” “I understand,” Emma said. “I'm sure I'm alright. I'm just tired.” “Well, duh,” Elise said with a smile. “That was the largest pee I've ever seen, outside of a medical emergency anyway. Rest up. I'll be around.” Emma closed her eyes and lay there for a good half an hour. However, she could not fall asleep. The smartphone in her hand called to her. Eventually, she sighed and sat up slightly. She plugged in the earbuds and turned on the phone. It went through its startup ceremonies, and then she opened the gallery. There were many folders, labeled by letter. Just like she did in the classroom scene, she first opened the folder marked “K.” Inside was a single image of a woman's middle finger, nails painted red. Don't know what I expected. With another sigh, she went back to the list and decided on a woman that she did not know: Q. Inside were three videos, each about four hours long. Shrugging, she opened the first one. The screen faded to solid white, and ornate letters formed one by one. “The Queen's Desperation: Volume One.” The white faded as well, revealing what looked like a dungeon. It was different than the one that she had been in, however. A stone slab sat alone in the middle of the room, a naked blonde woman chained to it by all four limbs. The only thing she wore was a yellow mask that almost matched her hair. Her bladder protruded past her breasts, and she moaned in agony with every breath. Emma watched in a trance as the woman held on with amazing willpower, her bladder constantly growing. Eventually a group of masked women wearing chainmail and leathers walked in and taunted the woman, insulting her 'Kingdom.' Emma recognized Cece among them. They pressed on her belly and tried to force her to lose control, but she held on through it all. Emma jumped around the video, as four hours was quite a lot for her. The woman got more and more frantic as it went on, screaming and cursing, her stomach the shape of a watermelon as Emma skipped past the two hour mark. Emma was dumbfounded at the woman's control as her 'captors' returned once more in an attempt to force her to pee. She spurted a number of times as they pressed and prodded at her, but it wasn't until the final ten minutes of the video that she really began to lose it. Without warning, a huge spray of clear pee shot out of the bound blonde, splattering against the stone wall. She cried loudly and struggled to contain her flow, but more and more pee puddled around her butt and flowed off the slab she was on. She fought hard for five more minutes before she effectively passed out, and her flow erupted unimpeded. It shot meters through the air, soaking the walls and floor, an absolute torrent. She relieved herself for almost a full minute, despite all that she had already leaked. Once she was finished, she lay there breathing heavily for a minute before her huge puddle sank into the ground. A few seconds later came Kay's voice. “One thousand, six hundred and ninety milliliters. A wonderful capacity, and a marked improvement over your last hold.” The Queen just muttered out an exhausted confirmation. The remaining few minutes of the video was just Kay doing a voiceover of text, explaining how to purchase other categories of videos, or how to contact her if you wanted something custom-made. When the screen went black, Emma opened the next one. This opened to the same woman laying in a bed of flowers next to another, younger woman. They were both wearing dresses straight out of the dark ages, dresses that were pulled up over their waists. The bulges of their bladders were visible even through the garments, and the two women fingered each other and kissed passionately. Emma quickly went flush again, her privates begging for pleasure. She turned off the video with a third sigh. I can't deal with that if I can't get off. Emma retreated from the Q folder. Her eyes then fell on the letter V, and something faded into her memory, something that Dee had said to Tsu... “If you think for one second that I've forgotten the sight of Vee pissing all over your tits while you were balls-deep in her with that strap-on...” Emma grinned and opened the folder. There was only one video inside, and it appeared to be three hours long. Emma tapped it quickly. It opened to a bedroom, similar yet slightly different to her own in the complex. A very pale woman with large natural breasts and frizzy red hair sat on the bed, dressed in a set of aqua-blue pajamas with little cartoon whales on it. She wore a mask that matched her pajamas in color, and she looked into the camera. “Hi,” she said, her voice high-pitched and clearly nervous. “I...I don't know if I'm supposed to be talking to the camera, but I was never told not to. My name is Vee. This is my first time here. I'm excited, and a little scared. I already need to wee pretty badly.” Vee spoke in a slight Scottish accent. It was noticeable, but she was not hard to understand. “I've been told that another woman will be joining me to show me around...” She leaned back slightly, her legs squirming gently. It was only two minutes until Tsu walked into the frame. Unlike Emma's meeting with her, she was wearing a set of purple and pink polka-dot pajamas. The women introduced themselves, then Vee stood up. As she did so, she moaned slightly and squeezed her thighs together. “Need to go already, eh?” Tsu asked. Vee just nodded and blushed. “The Professor made me drink a bunch of tea after I got here...” “Yeah, she does that when people wet themselves in the car,” Tsu laughed. “Bit of a punishment I guess. Well, let me show you around before you get really desperate.” Emma watched for a while as the two women moved about the compound. The rooms they went through were very similar to the rooms that Emma was used to... However, there were differences. Not just different decoration, but structurally, and Emma knew that this was a different part of the compound. She couldn't even imagine how large the whole place was. Emma shook her head and skipped about an hour ahead in the video. Things had changed quite a bit. They were now in a sort of lounge, a massive circular couch sitting in the middle of the room. They had also been joined by Dee, wearing her usual emerald green in the form of yet another set of pajamas. The three of them sat on the couch around a wooden table, two large and empty bottles of white wine laying on it. Tsu and Dee were acting normal, but Vee was having an absolute cow. Her hands were both shoved in her crotch, her legs shaking violently up and down, her breasts bouncing freely. Her hair had also frizzed up to a comical level. “Ohmygodicantholdit, imgonnawee, itsgonnacomeout,” she was ranting. Tsu was holding her shoulders gently, trying to calm her. “You're okay, if you panic like this it's gonna be much harder to hold on. Your bladder isn't even solid yet. You can still hold it for a long time. It just feels really intense because true desperation is a new sensation for you.” Vee nodded quickly and tried to stifle her excessive squirming. “Just – Please, distract me, I... I need to think about something else!” Dee placed her hand on her chin and faked like she was stroking a beard. “We're all sitting here in pajamas like it's a sleepover. Obviously that's the scenario the Professor's trying to set up. How about we dive into that and play truth or dare?” Tsu and Vee stared at her for a moment, and then they both nodded. “We'll go clockwise,” Tsu said. “I'll go first. Vee, truth or dare?” Vee looked up at Tsu with desperation clear in her eyes, but she steeled herself and sat up straighter. “Uhm, Dare I guess? Just don't make me do anything physical or I'll really, seriously wet myself...” Tsu thought for a moment. “Kiss Dee. On the mouth.” Dee held out her arms and whooped loudly as Vee went red. “I thought dares were supposed to be something bad!” Dee laughed. “I...I barely know her,” Vee stammered. “Come on,” Dee encouraged. “We're all open types here, and we're all just girls. C'mere and kiss me.” Vee flushed redder still, but she smiled and leaned sideways with a groan. “Oh, fuck's sake, I can't move. If I'm gonna kiss you, you come here.” Dee happily obliged. She got up on the couch and crawled over the table, settling next to Vee. She grabbed the redhead and kissed her deeply and lovingly, and Vee was quick to respond, but Tsu interrupted them before it went too far. “Vee, your turn,” she shot. Vee, breathing heavily, looked to Dee. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Dee said quickly. Vee had to think for quite a while, her bursting bladder preventing much in the way of thought. “Have you ever wet yourself in public, when you really didn't want to?” Dee barked out a loud laugh. “Oh, loads of times. I have this thing where when it's raining, or if there's a fountain or something, I need to pee IMMEDIATELY. I've wet myself a whole lot because of that. Not so much now that I've learned to hold it so well. Alright, Tsu, your turn. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” Tsu said excitedly. Dee grinned wickedly. “Ten sit-ups. No pausing to hold it. If you leak, you leak.” Tsu rolled onto the floor without hesitation and locked her feet under the couch. She began doing the sit-ups, getting through five of them just fine. On the sixth, she moaned for a moment, and on the seventh she yelped loudly. Still she pushed through, and on the ninth, Emma could see a small puddle forming around Tsu's butt. She finished the last sit-up and fell back with a gasp, twisting her legs together. “Oh, shit, I'm okay, only leaked a little...” Dee laughed at her, but Vee just folded up like a knot. “Guys, I'm having a really hard time staying dry... I keep feeling a leak like, just inside my vag. I think my knickers might be a bit wet already...” “Just stay focused on the game,” Tsu breathed. “Truth or dare?” “Truth,” Vee said this time. Tsu pursed her lips. “How old were you the first time you had sex?” Vee grimaced and leaned back, starting to shake again. “I... Uhm, I was...” “Ooohhhh my god,” Dee droned. “She's never done it! She's never been fucked!” “Shuuuut it,” Vee complained, limply flailing an arm at Dee. “Yeah I've never done it, but it's not like I haven't wanted to, nobody likes my hair...” “Whaaat?” Tsu whined. “Your hair is amazing! That's not it. And with those tits you could have any guy you want. What's the real reason? You full lesbo?” Vee laughed, then moaned and tightened up even more. “Nah... I'm fine with girls, but I'm into guys mostly. If I'm being completely honest, I was kind of...scared. What it might feel like, to have a... A thing inside of me.” “The word you're looking for is COCK,” Dee shouted drunkenly. “Oh, be nice,” Tsu scolded her. “She's young. I think...” “I'm nineteen,” Vee mumbled. “See? Young as fuck. Or...as... Not fuck? Shit, I had way too much wine,” Tsu sighed. “Anyway, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It does seem kind of weird.” Vee nodded and looked at her feet. “Would you...like to?” Tsu offered. Vee blinked and looked back up at her. “Eh?” “Would you like to feel what it's liked to be fucked?” Tsu asked again. “I'll do it. Right here and now.” Vee squinted, her eyes flashing towards Tsu's crotch. “Uhm... What? Are you...” Tsu looked confused for a moment, then saw where Vee was staring. “Oy! No, I don't have a fuckin' dick! I mean with a strap-on. Feels just like the real thing when you use a good one. Are you up for it?” Dee's eyes were wide at this sudden change of events, her gaze flipping between the two of them. “Vee, you can trust her,” Dee said softly. “She'll make the experience as pleasant as she can. It's something every woman should feel.” Vee was shaking, both from nerves and desperation. “Okay,” she yelped suddenly. “I'll do it. I'm scared as hell but this whole place is crazy and I'm crazy and I don't even really know how I ended up here and none of this seems real so what the fuck, let's do this!” Dee threw both arms all the way up in the air and hollered like she'd just scored the winning goal at the World Cup. Tsu just smiled widely and stood. “I'll go get it. You wait here. And don't pee!” At that, Tsu jogged off. Emma watched as Dee cuddled up next to Vee. “There's really nothing to be afraid of,” she said. “However, I should say that you're actually very brave. New girls usually take a couple of days before they let us start doin' stuff to them. But they always have fun when it does happen.” Vee didn't respond. She was too focused on holding herself. Dee frowned and grasped both of Vee's wrists. She pulled them hard, forcing them away from Vee's crotch. The woman moaned and protested, too embarrassed to form proper words. “C'mon, that won't really help you hold it. Besides, you should get nice and ready for Tsu. Can I touch you?” Vee shivered and nodded. Dee didn't need to be told twice. She slid her right hand into Vee's pajama pants, quickly finding her clit. It took less than ten seconds for Dee to get the other woman randy. “Do you like the feeling of being so desperate?” Dee asked. “Usually it takes longer for a girl to get so wet when she's holding.” “I...I love this stuff,” Vee moaned. “I love to just wet myself and play in it, but I want as much money as I can get...” “Don't worry about the money,” Dee said, somewhat menacingly. “Worry about what the Professor will do to you if you pee before you reach your limit. Trust me, she'll know. Vee gulped just as Tsu walked back into frame. She wasn't carrying anything. “I'm baaaack,” she sang. “And I've got one of the fanciest ones that Kay has in here. Check this out...” She grasped the waistband of her pants... and slid them down, revealing a bright pink silicon erection, about five inches in length. “Since you're new, I went with a smaller one. How's it look?” Vee covered her mouth and stared at it. “Ohmygod I can't believe I'm doing this,” she nearly shouted. “It's okay,” Dee said gently. “It's still just a toy. Nothing to be afraid of. Lean back...open your legs.” Dee guided her, pushing her back down onto the wide couch. Vee's legs were held together like a vise, but Dee managed to pry them open despite Vee's desperate gasps. Dee then grasped Vee's pajama pants and began to slowly slide them off. "Subjects," Kay's voice spoke suddenly. "You know you're not supposed to expose yourselves outside of the bathing room..." Dee stood straight and held her arms out, glancing between all the cameras in the room. "Oh, come on, Professor! Let us have this bit of fun. I'm sure some of the clients wanna see it. Please?" There was a long pause, and then... "I will allow it. Not for the clients, but I want to see this. Proceed." Dee grinned and quickly returned to her task. Vee covered her face completely and began giggling uncontrollably as her cleanly-shaven lips were exposed to the open air. She was so completely slick, it looked like someone had dumped a gallon of lube down her pants. Even so, Tsu reached behind her and pulled out a bottle of actual lube that she had held in the waistband of the strap-on. She poured a good quarter of the bottle in her hand and rubbed it all over the toy until it shined in the dim light of the lounge. It was time. Dee stepped back and sat on the opposite side of the couch, putting her legs up on the table and sliding her right hand into her own panties. If she was gonna watch this, she was gonna enjoy it. Tsu stepped up to Vee and placed a hand on each of her knees. She spread her own legs so the strap-on was level with Vee's womanhood. Slowly and confidently, Tsu pried Vee's legs apart until she could reach the slick, reddened flower between them. Vee went breathless as Tsu slid inside of her, the abhorrent quantity of lube doing its job well. She only went in about two inches at first, then three, and after a minute she was pounding away at the redhead like a soldier who'd just returned home to his wife from 'Nam. Vee moaned so loudly that it actually fuzzed the perfect audio of Kay's microphones for a moment, absolute pleasure clear in her tone. She wrapped her legs around Tsu's waist, pulling her in tightly. Tsu reached down and placed her hands on Vee's belly for balance, causing Vee to shriek in desperation as her now-hard bladder was compressed. Tsu ignored her and kept going at it, leaning forwards and burying her face in Vee's breasts. Three minutes into the session, Vee's body locked up. “I CAN'T HOLD IT!” she shouted. “IT'S TOO MUCH, I CAN'T...” A few seconds later, Vee was good to her word. The camera angle switched to a position somewhere above Vee's head, and a thick torrent of pee could be seen spraying from the girl, splattering all over Tsu's front. Her pajama shirt was soaked through, rock-hard nipples revealed by the clinging fabric. Tsu simply increased her speed and power, pushing Vee hard against the couch as she lost complete control. She went limp as her bladder emptied itself all over Tsu, the couch, and her own body. While she was still peeing, she suddenly began to moan again, and her entire body shook. She thrusted her hips and her chest heaved, and she screamed in pleasure as she had an orgasm so intense and clear that Emma could almost feel it through the fabric of time and space. Seeing that Vee was completely spent, Tsu tore off the strap-on and turned it on herself, collapsing onto the couch as Dee excitedly crawled over to help. While the two still-horny women had their fun, what little of Vee's pee made it to the floor began to sink in. Kay spoke moments later. “Three hundred and five milliliters, not that it counts... That couch took most of it. Going by duration and the thickness of your stream, I'd say that you were close to a liter. Not bad at all for a first-timer. Please though, next time you're full, make sure it gets on the floor. I want a proper count from you.” Vee could barely open and close her mouth in confirmation, but Kay seemed to understand as she responded with a “Thank you, Subject,” before going quiet again. Emma watched Tsu and Dee play with each other for a couple more minutes, her body and soul wanting nothing more than to be a part of that right now. She was so absorbed in the scene on the smartphone that the soft and gentle “Hello?” emanating from her right sounded like a thunderclap. She shrieked and tossed the phone half way across the room, causing the buds to tear violently from her ears and the battery to fall out. Breathing heavily, Emma turned her head. The middle-eastern woman was awake, looking at her with her brows furrowed. “I apolgize if I scare you,” she said with a heavy accent. “I do not mean to...” “It's fine,” Emma panted. “It's my fault for not paying attention to anything around me.” She took a deep breath. “I'm Emma. It's nice to meet you.” The woman smiled, although it seemed forced. “I, er... I am? “You've got it,” Emma encouraged her. “I am Maisha,” she finished. “It is nice to meet you as well.” ***** Author's Notes: I do apologize for taking so long to get this part out. I've had a lot going on, and I've also been busy writing one of my "real" novels. I've had an amazing time writing this story, and we are reaching the end of the main tale of Kay's wonderland. Yes, that means there will be spin-offs and short stories based in this universe once this thread comes to an end. The best is yet to come, and I look forward to writing it. I will also say that I'm well aware of the unrealistic nature of Vee's experience. A woman's first time is almost always uncomfortable, if not downright painful and unpleasant. However, this is a fantasy world where women do not have to deal with such inconveniences. There's also the matter of the "mini-chapter" that I've mentioned. I've scrapped that idea, and sort of combined it into this chapter. It was going to be Emma recovering and watching the videos, and I was going to write a lot more of them. However, I'll be putting those stories in their own, shorter threads in the future. As always, thank you for reading, and all comments are greatly appreciated. I will, however, state that this thread WILL NOT BE CONSIDERED DEAD until I the words "The End" grace the bottom of the final chapter. There may be extended delays between chapters, but unless I straight-up actually DIE, this story absolutely will be finished. You have my word as an author. -B.L.
  2. Blame everyone who keeps bugging me about updates lol. I will say that it's actually towards the front of my priority list right now.
  3. An idea to help the ladies

    Everything down there is SUPER soft, flexible, and stretchy. An object would have to be the size of a softball to have any chance of causing enough internal pressure to pinch shut a woman's urethra. Which, needless to say, is extremely unrealistic. A bullet vibrator is maybe an inch in diameter and would be useless. Besides, this is all theoretical. Physically blocking urine is exceedingly dangerous for either gender. When a person begins involuntary wetting themself, it's for a damn good reason. Imagine someone trying to use an object to stop period blood from exiting the cervix or vomit from exiting the throat. When things are trying to be expelled from your body, it's meant to prevent real and lasting harm. Don't try to stop it.
  4. An idea to help the ladies

    Holy shit this is hilarious. A woman's urethral opening isn't inside her vagina, it's almost an inch above it. Having something in there would do nothing to stop a girl from peeing.
  5. Something interesting I found on facebook

    Her death was due to water intoxication, not pee holding. Unless you drink a gallon inside of five minutes you're probably gonna be fine. That said, this is still a terrible idea for the station. Unless someone shows up already desperate, they're gonna be giving away free beer for at least an hour. I don't think they quite realize how much beer that could be.
  6. Ah man... I'd be lying if I said yes. I'm currently very busy writing a real novel. Also neck-deep in Original Sin 2. Like I always say, I will finish the story - But it's gonna be a while.
  7. Chastity Locks

    Get a blowtorch and weld it shut lol
  8. Wetting/Messing Scenes in Games

    Honorable mention to all the Tycoon games and the games like them. Build a giant themepark with no toilets in it, watch the guests constantly whine about needing the bathroom. Some of the newer ones even have the guests leave puddles!
  9. Ever see her stream coming out unimpeded? Some women have larger urethral openings and can unload a liter in ~7 seconds.
  10. Using the "Wrong" Restroom?

    Honestly, just don't be weird about it. Go into the single-occupancy men's room like you said and if for some really unusual reason someone questions you, just shrug and say "Ladies was occupied" and walk off. You're a woman, obviously you weren't in there to rape someone, and if there's no guy around you obviously weren't boning in there. Rule 1 of doing weird shit: Don't act weird about it.
  11. Long lines in Ladies Rooms

    Don't wear absurd clothes; carry an FUD. If neither of those are options, that's what diapers are for.
  12. Getting comfortable with the fetish

    His account says last visited 19 hours ago so he's around. And to OP, dude, you just do you. It's just a mild fetish, it's not like you're a pedophile or a murderapist. There's absolutely nothing wrong with pee. Also, if a woman says she enjoys it, she means it. In case you didn't know, women are intelligent human beings capable of verbal communication. Listen to what she says and go with it.
  13. This kink makes masturbation a lot easier

    Not OP but when I'm desperate enough and I have enough weight on my bladder, there'll be a good few-second spray as I get off. It takes A LOT of outside pressure though. Peeing with an erection is next to impossible, you really need to physically force it out of there.