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Markj9494

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    Markj9494 reacted to Here4theFun for a gallery image, Cinema torture   
    Angel should have been less cocky at the time of accepting her chalenge, and now its too late and too far into the day to back up. She managed to soldier up and withstand the teasing and desperation all day, still the time has come and she is only seconds away from a wet and loud disaster. She can feel the dread and absolute anticipation fro her long awaited orgasm, her only hope is that no one else watching the film notices the girl in the corner, and that her dom will have mercy and turn the vibrator off after the inminent accident. Her punishment, sitting in her puddle the remaining film time. Good luck Angel!
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    Markj9494 reacted to Biku for a gallery image, Page 49   
    Old Woman: You are looking a bit unwell...
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    Markj9494 reacted to Jailor Eckman for a gallery image, W-Where's the Bathroom?!   
    They said the place was cursed...  That some kind of "evil spirit" wandered the halls late at night after some bloody tragedy...  And that screams could be heard echoing through its vacant rooms.  It was all a bunch of bullshit.

    Sorority hazing at its finest --- or, at least, not at its worst.  The task was simple: every night, for the first week after joining, Jasmine would have to sleep in the "abandoned" dorm at the back end of campus.  "Abandoned" was a strong word meaning "unoccupied pending its demolition at the end of the semester."  In fact, university students had occupied the building just last year!  Even the water was still hooked up, though the electricity had been disconnected.  The university must not have wanted to waste electricity on cooling the place this August.

    Jasmine was confident.  "Was" being the operative word.  See, though she didn't believe in ghosts... or curses... or whatever the hell they said was going on, the stories had started to get to her.  The building settled in strange ways as it cooled during the night.  Creaks from the old wooden floor mimicked the slow approach of some horrific entity.  The pipes had a nasty habit of banging and popping a little while after she visited the water fountain --- just enough time for her to make it back to her empty room.  And worst, her mind fabricated the sound moaning coming through the wall to the next room right before she was falling asleep.

    That last one thoroughly freaked her out, but dammit, none of it was real!  Despite her conviction, she still locked that sticky deadbolt to the room.  It was at least some kind of a security blanket, after all.

    The second problem came later on.  Without air conditioning, the building was stifling during the day.  And it took a long time to cool down during the night.  Jasmine had opened her window to let the breeze carry away the heat, but she'd still been downing a lot of water to keep cool.  Now bundled in a heap of blankets on the floor of her room after many hours of trips to the water fountain (which, annoyingly, was too old to cool the water), being locked in her room, and being chilled by the nighttime air...  She needed to pee.  Badly.

    She tried to ignore it ---  twisted her legs together, played with her phone, tried to read her textbook in the dark.  She held it until the screams for release echoed louder than those that supposedly haunted the building.  The thoughts of ghosts phasing through her walls had kept her knotted up in her blankets... but now those thoughts were replaced with the torturous fantasy of  a gushing, frothy spray against porcelain.  Her fears of being attacked by some little dead girl with long, black hair gave way to the fear that she would hear the pattering of liquid defeat emanating from the blanket and jacket scrunched between her legs.

    The struggle climaxed with her butt in the air and her thighs clenched together --- she was bowing, prostrated before her need to urinate.  She begged her body to keep her from having to go out into those haunted halls --- to please retain the boiling ocean until daybreak...  A bead of sweat rolled from between her legs and sent her into a panic that she had leaked.  But, her panties were dry. 

    Enough was enough.  She wiggled to her feet and winced as she released her iron grip to push herself up from the ground.  She could not stand up straight --- any wider angle put incomprehensible pressure on her bladder.  She un-latched the deadbolt to her room and shuffled out into the murky halls of the haunted dormitory.

    But something wasn't right.  Something didn't look the same.  She could have sworn that the hallway had turned to the right... not the left.  Weren't there four doors on this wall?  Now there were five.  Wasn't the common area just a little smaller?  Most importantly... where was the bathroom?!
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