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  1. Hey! Were you planning to continue this! It's really awesome!
  2. This sounds awwesome! Is it still happening?
  3. Keep it up! This is a really good idea!
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    Hey Ciberia2, how did it go? I logged on and was following most of it, but it logged me off after 5 minutes saying that her webcam was offline.
  5. If it doesn't have wetting than what does it have? Do they all just make it?
  6. It's really great! It seems much more animated, interactive and alive!
  7. Sabika and Kanika It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday. The outside world was still slowly stirring into action. A lone car here or there could be seen as the sun rose slowly and majestically from over the dunes in the distance. The town of Surat slowly rose from its slumber. Among those who were groggily rubbing their eyes were two women in their early 20’s, Sabika and Kanika. Sabika and Kanika had been friends since they met in school back when they used to stay in Gandhinagar. They had remained classmates and friends through their board exam, through their CBSC 12th , through their arduous 3 year BBA degree, and finally, through their MBA, the final step in the horrifying process they’d known as their education. The moment they got their degrees in hand they began to insist to their respective families, the need to move to Surat because “that’s where all the well-paying jobs are!” they claimed. After a couple of weeks they’d gotten permission from their families, found a flat in a massive apartment complex in Dindoli. The flat was everything they’d ever dreamed of and more! It was spacious, clean, well ventilated, and it was theirs! On this Wednesday however, neither Sabika nor Kanika was able to appreciate the green countryside or the beautiful sunrise as they scurried around their room, frantically gathering up bits of small change. “3568”, Kanika counted “3668!”, Sabika chipped in holding up a 100 rupee note she’d picked up from under the mattress. Kanika sighed miserably, “This is hopeless! We’ll never get enough money before 11. And God Knows what the landlord will do if we don’t have it again! It’s the second month in a row!!” Sabika clicked her tongue, irritated, “What are you telling me for!” Both the girls fell silent as they reflected on their circumstances. Sabika suddenly piped up, “Hey Kanika! Your dad sent you money last week, remember!” Kanika’s face lit up as she remembered. She jumped to her feet and ran over to her cupboard. As she hurriedly sorted through her clothes she explained, “If I run down to the ATM now, that’ll solve everything. You chill here for a bit, go back to sleep if you want” Sabika nodded in agreement but kept her eyes fixed on Kanika. Kanika pulled a kurti out of the stack that she liked and, ducking behind the narrow door of her cupboard, slid off the boxer shorts she had on in one deft fluid motion. The cupboard door did a poor job of covering Kanika’s taut smooth brown buttocks from Sabika. Kanika caught Sabika watching and “tsk’ed “ her jokingly as she donned the Kurti and jogged out the door. She shouted back at Sabika, “I’ll be back soon.!”, as she entered the lift. Over the many years that they’d been friends many had accused them of being “weird…” Many classmates of the duo in 12th had gone so far as to insinuate that the two were performing lewd sexual acts on each other. Sabika and Kanika had never been bothered in the slightest by these rumours, mainly because of how baseless they were. Regardless of what anyone else might think, Kanika and Sabika had never crossed the lines of friendship with one another. For Sabika however, this was growing difficult. Ever since they’d shifted in together, Sabika had unknowingly noticed more and more of Kanika’s nuances: that little pimple on her back, that mole on her right butt cheek….. Kanika had seemingly blossomed overnight from the skinny tom-boyish ruffian she’d been in school, to an enticing, and sensuous young woman. Sabika had been dreaming of her more and more. Vile dreams. Loathsome dreams. Unspeakable dreams. Sabika had initially dismissed them as Hogwash, but a week back, around 3 in the morning, Sabika awoke from one such dream suddenly, a splash of moisture near the joining of her thighs. Her lower stomach felt as if it were burning: not in pain but in rapturous pleasure. She felt her engorged and moistened womanhood pound with the racing pumping of her heart. Sabika sat up quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping Kanika on the other end of the Queen size bed. The wet fabric of her boxers pressed against her thighs as she moved a hand to garrison her fortress. The moment Sabika’s hand had made contact with herself, her body convulsed as if suffering from an electric shock. Oscillating waves of pleasure shot through her spine, sending tingling sensations raging across her forehead and her toes. She felt the walls of her abdomen tensing and loosing with intense force, in sync with the pulses that rocked the sea of dampness beneath her hand. The pulses slowly faded away and Sabika faded into sleep with them. The next morning however, Sabika noticed the sizeable stain left on her shared pale green bedsheet. She was utterly mortified as Kanika teased her, saying she had wet the bed. Since that day, Sabika had made it an effort to ‘satisfy her womanly needs’ at least twice a week, so as to prevent such ‘incidents’ from repeating themselves. Seeing as Kanika had left the house, Sabika bit her lower lip softly and jumped back into the bed, now all by herself. She hadn’t touched herself since last Tuesday, more than a week ago. Now however, on a Wednesday, alone and unencumbered with chores at home while her roommate exerted herself, she realized she finally had the time. Sabika walked over to her bedside drawer and pulled out her laptop and (from much further back) her vibrator she’d sneakily bought from Goa. It was far too loud for her to use normally, but it was ideal for situations such as this. She placed the laptop on her stomach, propped her head up with some pillows and navigated to Local Disc D/ Images/ Kanika/ 34#%@52#% Sabika’s heart beat faster and as she clicked on the folder she moved her right hand down, out of visibility, behind the laptop screen, and switched on the vibrator which hummed powerfully. The folder was empty, save for a sole video titled DrunKanika_toilet.3gp Sabika clicked on the video, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Sabika had taken this video on her phone almost two years back. Despite how close the girls were, Sabika had never seen Kanika completely nude, except once ………. This once. Sabika had taken the video around two years back on her [Sabika’s] birthday. The girls had gone out clubbing and had gotten quite inebriated off the free shots the club offered to women. Sabika had managed to squeeze past the throng of women into the washroom once in the night, but Kanika hadn’t been that lucky. When they were in a cab and less than halfway home, Kanika had begun whining about her bladder, laughingly pleading with Sabika. Sabika had then pulled out her phone and jokingly began videoing the entire chain of events. Kanika had initially resisted and hid her face, but in a matter of minutes had forgotten the whole thing and was pleading once again. As VLC media player opened and Kanika’s voice whined through her speakers with cries of , “Mujhe bathroom Chaiye!!!”, Sabika moved her humming little friend into position between her legs and her whole body tensed, paralyzed as if by accord. As Sabika moved the device up and down, her back arched and her toes bent straight in line with her foot ( like ballerina feet) as her legs slowly bent upwards into the air… Meanwhile Kanika was standing in the blistering hot Surat sun. The brightness stung her eyes as she squinted them tightly. The queue was gigantic! Hundreds of people snaked around the complex, all orderly waiting for a chance to exchange a handful of money. Kanika cursed herself! If only she’d come here yesterday, this could have been averted. ARGH! Unfortunately however, Kanika had no choice. She needed that money by today or the consequences would be dire. Her landlord had threatened to evict them if they were late again. Kanika sighed inwardly to herself, a sigh of acceptance, and pulled out her headphones from her pocket and began to untangle them. As she fiddled awkwardly with the wires in front of her, she became aware of two men, sitting leisurely on a motorcycle in the distance, sipping chai and brandishing cigarettes, looking at her repulsively. Kanika quickly averted her eyes, plugged her headphones into her phone, pressed play and forgot all about it in the repetitive beats of Honey Singh’s “Blue Eyes” An hour had elapsed since Kanika had come down to withdraw money. Still, the ATM line in front of her showed no sign of drawing to an end as it snaked off and away down a dusty road out of her apartment building and towards the sole ATM in the vicinity. The line behind her looked even more gargantuan than the line in front of her! People had gathered in such vast amounts it was disconcerting to say the least. However, standing in line this long was beginning to take its toll on Kanika as she swayed faintly beneath the searing heat. Immediately the two strange men that had been watching her from the comfort of their bike the entire time sprang into action. One came and held her upright so she didn’t fall while the other helped lower her into a gentle sitting position on the rim of the sidewalk. The men asked for water from the crowd. One kind elderly gentleman in front of Kanika pulled out a Bisleri bottle with the label torn off and handed it to Kanika who gulped at it ferociously. Kanika thanked them, returned the water bottle to the old man and continued waiting in line. Twenty minutes down the line and as the beats of “Pani Pani Pani” rang through her ears, Kanika knew she was in a desperate fix. To add to the dizziness and fatigue, Kanika now felt another worrying presence making itself known: that of her bladder. She stood on her toes and craned her neck but still couldn’t see the end of the line. Her bladder tensed in protest, sending its contents rushing to her urethra which she managed to clench just in time. 10 minutes later and Kanika’s need had increased exponentially. She ground her legs against each other and often bent into crumpled tensed half squats, with her fist clenched between her thighs. She knew that she couldn’t wait any more. In desperation she pulled out her phone and texted Sabika, “ Sorry, can’t get the money. Too many people. Heading back” Kanika was about to leave the queue and search for a bathroom when she noticed the two men who’d been looking at her earlier staring again as she shuffled in place. From the distance she was at she could see one man’s lips form the word “peshab” as he spoke laughingly to the man next to him. Infused with anger, Kanika stormed over towards them. “What!! What did you say!! Tell Me!!” , she began to shout. The crowd , bored of their monotonous wait , quickly turned to watch. The taller and better looking of the two men, introduced himself as Patel and leaned in to Kanika’s ear and whispered, “ There’s a bathroom near here, if you want I can show it to you. My friend will hold your position in the line.” Kanika was desperate and her nerves were frayed, she buckled easily and followed Patel without hesitation down an empty alley on the other side of the road. She followed him briskly for another 2 minutes and drew to a stop where he did outside a dingy stinking doorway with no door. The room inside stank and there were flies hovering around the dotted flaking squat toilet in the centre. “You go!”, Patel whispered huskily, “I’ll stand guard” Kanika was in no situation to refuse and within a matter of seconds, had tiptoed into the stall, yanked off her kurti and was pissing ferociously into the small dingy bowl. The sound of her release echoed off the walls and rang loudly in the streets; Patel’s loin began to stir. A relieved Kanika stepped out of the stall and looked at Patel. Unbeknownst to him, she too had felt a tingle in her most secret of areas as she saw Patel, visibly aroused, nobly standing guard as she voided herself. She looked at him passionately for a matter of seconds, and then leapt on him with the ferocity of a wild tiger. She jumped into his arms as she kissed his face frantically. Patel stumbled backwards, carrying Kanika into the small stall from whence she had come. Patel took two large steps over the toilet, and held Kanika up against the wall. Her legs were fastened around his waist and his hands held her from her armpits. In this position, with her legs spread, it was only a few thin layers of cotton separating his throbbing manhood from her dripping lips. As his manhood rubbed against her, Kanika was aroused to the point of tears.. “Under dalo!! Under dalo” , she frantically whispered in the heat of the moment. Patel had but to slip her salwar down a few inches, over the voluptuous curvature of her ass before he was able to slide his aching 5 inches inside of her starved body as they joined, convulsing in shared pleasure. Patel thrust harder and harder and faster into Kanika’s soaking garden. Kanika clawed his back as she moaned animalistically, echoing the waves of pleasure that tore their way through her body. Her gasps build up, faster and faster, until it was just one mind numbing cry as Patel tensed, and jerked, shooting his seed deep inside of Kanika. That one final push accompanied by the warm explosion that followed it pushed Kanika over the edge as the lurking orgasm ripped through her, shattering her mind as she groaned heavily and dug Patel’s back so hard it bled. Within a matter of minutes, sobriety had returned to the pair. Kanika pulled up her salwar, salvaged what dignity she could, and giving Patel her number, marched back to the queue. She found the friend in line, only 5 people away from the bank. She quickly switched with him, exchanged the money, and headed home to the house. As Kanika reached the floor of her house, she opened the house door and walked inside to her room. To her surprise, the room door was shut! This was incredibly rare, especially given how close Kanika and Sabika were. Rather than knocking as any other friend might have, Kanika threw open the door and gasped in shock at the writhing figure of Sabika. Sabika lay prostrated on the bed her hips and her bush circled rhythmically as her China made vibrator doing its job between her legs. Her other hand lay clutching the bed sheets on her left, as if for dear life. She rubbed her self and whispered, “ah aH aH AH Oh god I’m cumming….I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” as her eyes remained latched on the screen of her laptop. Kanika’s eyes fell on the laptop screen and she saw a video of herself, inebriated and squirming in the bathroom, trying with limited success to stand still over the commode as Sabika attempted to cut her baggy Patiala salwar string with a giant pair of scissors. Kanika saw herself removing her top, so as to keep it out of the path of the storm, and throw it to the side at the exact moment that Sabika snipped her way through the troublesome salwar string. Kanika saw her Patiala collapse to the floor, revealing her visibly soaked green underwear which she peeled off without a second thought as a torrent of processed beer gushed out from between the hairy joining of her legs and splattered into the porcelain commode beneath her. “SABIKA!!!!”, Kanika shouted. But the orgasming Sabika could do little more than turn to Kanika in horrified ecstasy as the Chinese-made orgasm racked her body. Her eyes twitched, her hands and feet stiffened and her legs rose up as she cried loudly and went taut for a second. Sabika collapsed back onto earth in the form of the bed and lay there for a minute, gasping for breath before she could sat, “Sorry Kanika” Kanika however was red livid with anger. She glared at Sabika and through her clenched teeth snarled, “We’re going to have a talk about this”, before she wheeled around and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
  8. indian

    The blistering heat of the midday jungle slowly faded away into the humid orange lull of the evening. The group of tired teens was sagging visibly, their shoulders drooping in exhaustion. Giant mosquitoes the size of ants began to swarm noisily in the air. Suddenly, from the front of the group Deeksha cried out in excitement, "Guys!!! IT's a ROAD!!"" Tired faces instantly gave way to hopeful enthusiasm. With a final reserve of energy, the group sprinted up to the top of the crest where Deeksha stood. Sure enough, there was a road, and a giant one at that. Stretching nearly 4 lanes in breadth, this was a highway, a national one most likely! They were saved!!! .... Or, so they thought. As it turned out, an average person driving on a remote stretch of land between two cities does not rank helping bedraggled teenagers highly on his priority list. The girls flailed their arms in vain. They shouted out when cars approached, but not one vehicle so much as slowed down to converse with them. About an hour and a thousand failed hitchhikes later, the sun was in its final throws. The sky began to blacken, slowly and dismally, illuminated only by the glowing cherry of the sun behind the horizon. Sanjana had been biting her lip and wiggling uncomfortably on the fringes of the group for quite some time. Clad in her skin tight denim jeans, Sanjana ’s tightly crossed legs were clearly framed, visible as daylight for everyone to see. Her face seemed locked in a state of unnatural exertion. Though no one had said anything about it, most of the girls had been noticing Sanjana ‘s predicament for quite some time. Nobody felt the need to speak to her or to ask her how she was. This was because it was her, after all, who had developed the “When in need relieve” mantra, so no one really broached the topic. But as the evening wore on, and Sanjana’s prerogative became embarrassingly visible, Lakshmi took it upon herself to sidle up next to Sanjana. Lakshmi whispered in a low voice, “Sanjana, ummmm… are you doing okay hun? Um.. Just wanted to tell you that you needn’t feel bad about… you know…..relieving yourself……with us around…..we do it too.. So, yeah…. Just thought I’d remind you: When in Need Relieve hun……” Sanjana shook her head softly and dejectedly, her face planted downwards as she whispered back, “Lakshmi, I .. I can’t relieve myself in front of you this time….this is….. different.” Sanjana lowered her voice further still and breathed, “I really need to take a dump…….” She whispered so soft it was barely audible. Lakshmi replied instantly, “So! All the more reason why you should relieve yourself now….Sure it might be a little bit weird because we’re there, but think how much worse things could be if you didn’t relieve yourself….nobody knows what that witch can do…” It took less than a split second for Sanjana to understand that what Lakshmi was saying was absolutely correct. She nodded her head as she wordlessly spoke, “True. But could you come with me? Please? Just to stand g..guard?” Lakshmi looked from side to side uneasily, “Umm… I don’t know if I…..” Sanjana spoke up, “Come on Lakshmi!!! Please!” Lakshmi reluctantly agreed, despite looking visibly uncomfortable about the whole thing. She turned towards the group and raised her pinky for the other girls to see. A raised pinky has one meaning in all of India. “Going to pee…” Deeksha and Aishwarya glanced over at Lakshmi, and at the writhing figure of Sanjana in the background, and nodded silently; a symbol of their recognition. But as Sanjana made haste for the bush on the wayside and Lakshmi gingerly followed her, a large bright green SETC bus swerved to the side of the road, cutting through lanes to pull to a grinding halt right in front of the stunned teenagers. A large swarthy hairy man clad only in a white vest hung out of the door and shouted, “Ey! MAdurai COImbatore SALEM….!!” Aishwarya and Deeksha instantly jumped onto the bus. Lakshmi spun around and leaped onto the bus. By the time Sanjana had conscientiously turned around, the bus was already beginning to pull away. Despite the shouting of the other girls in the bus, the vehicle continued away, increasing velocity. Sanjana clenched with all her might and sprinted after the bus, forgetting everything else. By an outsretched hand and a glimmer of hope, Sanjana was pulled onto the bus by a panting Lakshmi. The hairy and blissfuly ignorant bus conductor came, collected the money and gave us our tickets before ambling away. The moment Sanjana got her ticket in hand she plopped down onto the padded window seat on the left where she rocked back and forth slowly. A concerned Lakshmi dropped into the vacant seat next to her. “I’m so sorry !! Is everything .. under control?” Sanjana just shook her head dismally. Lakshmi noticed a solitary tear streak underneath her right eye. She heard Sanjana sniffling softly. “Oh there there…” Lakshmi cooed as she embraced Sanjana, cradling the latter’s head in her shoulders as Sanjana wept softly. “I .. I just can’t hold it any more” Sanjana sobbed softly, her face contorted in pain and grief. Lakshmi knew there was nothing that she could do for her, and though it pained her to admit this, it was Sanjana’s problem, not hers. And so, Lakshmi sat next to Sanjana and held her hand tightly, as Sanjana no doubt held her sphincter as the bus sped along towards Madurai.
  9. The scene shows the actress entering the house, throwing her purse, and sitting on the toilet.
  10. brilliant! This is superb!
  11. indian

    “Oh My Godddd!!! It’s sooo fucking hot guys!! Can’t we just wait in the shade??”, Aishwarya bemoaned from the back of the group. After being kicked out of the old man’s house round midnight yesterday, the teens had been left to fend for themselves in the forests. They had decided on a direction and had been single-mindedly moving in that direction only since last night. All too quickly, the cold refreshing air of the midnight forest was replaced with the baking blistering pre-noon sun. The air was so humid that Aishwarya’s kurta was dripping, revealing the contours of the black sports bra that she had on underneath. Deeksha didn’t turn around or even respond to Aishwarya’s complaining. She had just one goal, just one, and that was to return to civilization as soon as possible. Since the group had set off last night, Deeksha had led the way, chopping through vines and dense shrubbery in pursuit of civilization. Deeksha’s mood hadn’t improved at all since last night, if anything, it had gotten worse. The blistering heat coupled with the intense humidity did little to help her cramps. To add to this, her bladder had begun to force its way into her list of priorities. Even though she had needed to go when Sanjana had given her speech, the urge had been backgrounded by her walking. When she had had to stand still however, like that one time when Rohit made everyone hold up so he could take a frustratingly loud piss on a tree trunk, the urge would return, rallying up against her defences with increasing strength. Unfortunately, over time, even the continuous walking wasn’t able to keep Deeksha’s bladder at bay. Her abdomen pained her as she walked over trunks and piles of sticks. From a distant concern in her mind, it had become a blaring siren, screaming warnings at her through the dull yet ever growing ache in her stomach. It was now almost 9:00 in the morning. The group had been walking since midnight and were exhausted. The sound of someone falling onto a bundle of branches behind made everyone turn back. Aishwarya had fainted and was sprawled on the ground. Lakshmi was already lifting her up and trying to give her some water. Deeksha groaned a little too loudly in frustration; this was going to be a major setback for them!! Sanjana glared at her, annoyed, and began helping Aishwarya to her feet. The fainting of Aishwarya gave the group sufficient ammunition to demand a break. They gathered in the shade of a nearby tree, lit a small fire over which they repaired a small pot of watery tea, and distributed biscuits, chips and other edibles that they still had on them. Deeksha sat away from most of the group, incredibly irritated. She nibbled on a piece of bread that she’d found in her bag. She sipped on the black tea whilst wiggling her legs. She knew that the tea would only make her need worse, but she couldn’t help it. With every sip of the tea she took, the rocking cramps that had plagued her for the last two days seemed to diminish. Thus, sip by furtive sip, she continued to drink. As the cramps died down, she looked though her bag and counted. One…Two. She cursed inwardly. She only had two pads left on her. She needed to reach civilization soon! As everyone finished their meal, Lakshmi , Aishwarya, and Sanjana went off to relieve themselves in a cluster of bushes. Rohit and the other men of the group went off to another set of bushes in the opposite direction. Given Deeksha’s mood since yesterday, no one had even bothered to ask her if she wanted to accompany them, resulting in her sitting alone and by herself as her companions drained themselves with relief behind the bushes. Deeksha glanced from left to right furtively. Seeing that nobody was there, she stood up, clutching her bag close, and walked off to a bush in the distance to change her pad. Once she’d reached the shelter of the bush, she strung her bag up over a jutting branch. She reached into the purse and pulled out one of her two remaining pads. Deeksha lifted up her T-shirt, holding it underneath her chin as she began to unbuckle her belt. All of a sudden her stomach rumbled, cramping a bit familiarly. As Deeksha continued to struggle with her belt, the cramping intensified and she was force to cross her legs, locking her buttocks tightly. “This is so fucking embarrassing”, Deeksha though to herself as she continued to struggle. Her belt popped open with a clink. Deeksha sighed a little and pulled them down to her knees. In a semi-standing position, Deeksha fumbled around; tearing open the little white package she’d pulled out of her purse. The moment she finished up her womanly duties, an intense wave of desperation pulsed through her; the dull continuous aching of her bladder coupled with the tea-catalysed squeezing of her bowels nearly penetrated her defences. Deeksha quickly crossed her legs and standing up, began to pull up her jeans. There was no denying the urgency of her plight, even to herself. She knew that they may not, in fact most likely not, make it anywhere near civilisation soon. She knew that she might as well just relieve herself there; there was no shame in it! Her aversion to the concept welled up inside of her, rising pukishly in her throat. There was no way she would ever do that! “We meet again…” A voice rang out from the tree top. Deeksha’s eyes shot upwards, frantically scanning the countless branches for a sign of movement, while rapidly pulling up her jeans. A familiar woman stepped out from behind the tree. Deeksha’s heart began to patter wildly in her chest out of fright. It was her! It was the witch from the forest that day! The witch walked up to Deeksha and spoke, “I suppose you remember me? My encounter with your friend Aishwarya is still fresh in my mind!!” Deeksha stood hesitantly, paralyzed with fear. She began to slowly retreat, step by step, as the witch walked towards her. “Are you afraid of me?” the witch asked surprised. “Don’t be afraid, I mean you no harm.” Deeksha was caught off guard, “What do you mean?” The witch put her hand out and walked towards Deeksha. Without hesitation, without faltering, she strode closer and closer. Deeksha stumbled backward, only to find her back against a tree. The witch’s outstretched hand came closer and closer. Deeksha felt it touch her on the shoulder. For one second, for just one chaotic whirling second, Deeksha felt nauseated as a barrage of flying colours sounds noises and smells hit her as she raced past them. She could feel cities and oceans rushing past her; or rather, her rushing past them. In a blink of an eye, it was over. She was standing in the middle of a large forest. Though not dense, it was far from scarce either. There was a shallow brook that bubbled its ways though the trees and grass. There were large endless stretches of fields in varying stages of cultivation. Less than 10 feet away stood a wide bright blue porta-potty. “Takes your breath away, doesn’t it??”, Deeksha spun around to see the witch behind her. “W..What is this place? Where are we??” The witch laughed and replied, “Oh, don’t worry about that ! You’re somewhere far far away. That’s all that matters.” Deeksha’s heart raced in fright. “What do you want!???” “Me? Oh not just me. You have something that I want, and I have something that you want.” As she said this the witch looked in the direction of the porta-potty. Deeksha felt a cramp racing down through her. She was forced to try to cross her legs. As she did so she could feel the witch’s laughing eyes on her, mocking her. As Deeksha stood there, trying to keep her legs in the least conspicuous cross position, a small splash of pee seeped out of her, reminding her of the severity of her other need. The witch looked over at Deeksha and laughed lightly, “Need I say more?” As Deeksha struggled to stem the tide of her bladder, a tide that she had brutally marginalised for the last 14 hours, the rumbling of her stomach predicted the onset of another round of cramps. Deeksha was at her limit. She needed to go… and this outhouse was definitely her best option, unless it was utterly filthy inside or ….. As if reading her thoughts the witch spoke, “It’s not dirty at all. Come and see.” The witch began to walk towards the porta-potty, giving Deeksha a much needed reason to head to the outhouse without appearing to back down. “See”, the witch said, as she flung open the porta-potty door, revealing the pristine yet unsusual set up inside. The floor was tiled and a drainage pipe ran neatly through the spotless set up. But the only thing that caught Deeksha’s eyes were the two toilets, placed side by side. She looked up at the witch and asked about the unusual setup but the witch just shrugged. This entire thing was suspicious to say the least. Given the things that had been happening to her friends, Deeksha was understandable precautious. However, a large rolling cramp, that began behind her bellybutton and seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into her and squeezing her colon viciously, crushed her suspicions under a colossal wave of desperation. Deeksha wasn’t an idiot. She knew that something was amiss. She racked her desperate mind for answers but could think of none. The rolling cramp was reaching its peak. Even with her legs tightly crossed, she didn’t’ think she’d be able to make it through this one unscathed. The sheer proximity of relief added to the urgency of her need. Deeksha shoved her suspicions to the side-lines as she hobbled past the witch into the porta-potty. Deeksha slammed the door shut behind her, and popped the latch shut. She flicked the T-shirt under her chin as she fumblingly began to try to unbuckle her belt. The moment the belt came off; Deeksha popped the button of her jeans open, and tore them down, along with her panty and pad, to her knees as she simultaneously lowered into sitting on the toilet in the right side of the porta-potty. As she was falling onto the seat, she saw a figure out of the corner of her left eye. She spun to her left and was caught speechless when she saw the witch, still in full sari, sitting on the other toilet, right next to her. Deeksha jumped to her feet; already yanking her jeans back up as she looked at the latch on the door. It wasn’t broken, severed, or unhinged in any way. Deeksha stammered nervously, “How??..How did you get in here?”, The witch laughed. She flicked her fingers and a spark fizzed, “Magic :P “ Deeksha was in no mood for any of this. She had been seconds away from relieving herself but had somehow managed to stop the impending explosion as she stood up. She rushed towards the door, unbolted the lock, and pulled the door. It would not budge. Again and again she yanked on the door but it didn’t move. The witch gave yet another annoying laugh. “Where do you think you’re going Deeksha? I know how badly you need to go…It’s written all over your face. Before you do anything rash, let me ask you; do you have a change of clothes?” As the witch said this, Deeksha’s repeated pulling of the door weakened. She didn’t have any other clothes. She only had one more pad. An accident now would be the end of her. Her pants were a battleground right now. When she stood still the pressure from her neglected bladder became too much to bear, occasionally sending a squirt or two into her pad. When she walked around however, her bowels rumbled in protest, stirring into action like a sleeping shit-filled titan. All of a sudden Deeksha was pushed back by a wave of force. She was thrown backwards and knocked off her feet. She stumbled backwards falling down back onto the toilet. Deeksha instantly felt a rush of pressure course through her, pulsating downwards from the base of her ribcage to the tip of her pelvic bone. She felt her bowels stirring into action, ramming their contents against her sphincter muscles with all of their strength. Her bladder was filled to the point of distension, and its contents spurted into her pad in short quick squirts every couple of seconds. Deeksha tried to get up, but the same magical wave of force that had thrown her there forced her to remain seated. The amount of pressure inside of her was enormous! Deeksha felt as though she’d explode!! In the midst of all of this a lone tear rolled down the side of her face as she sobbed out in pain, “What do you want!???” The witch remained impassively sitting in full sari for a matter of seconds, as if she couldn’t hear Deeksha’s agonized pleas. After a matter of seconds, she replied “It’s simple I just need you to do something for me, and I’ll do something for you.” A loud rumble echoed around within the porta-potty as Deeksha’s bowels inched closer and closer to relief. She cried out, “WHAT??! Tell me!!!” The witch rose from the second toilet and stood tall. She reached under her sari, drawing the hem up till her knees as she rummaged around beneath the folds. With a look of paramount concentration on her face, she slid her panties to the side, fumbled around a bit more, and finally pulled out a small glass vial with a rubber black stopper. The glass was wet to the touch and a lone hair hung onto it. “I want you to put this in Sanjana’s water bottle. You will see what happens to those who try to fuck up my plans!!” Deeksha’s face was a teary desperate mess as she nodded frantically. “Anything!! ANYthing!! Just go!! Please! Why are you doing this to me???” The witch feigned a look of shock. “Why ? Why what? I’m not doing anything to you! You should be thanking me. This….this whole thing, could have been so much worse. Would you wish to be humiliated in front of everyone like Lakshmi? Would you wish to soil yourself in the heat of the forest you came from? In front of everyone? With no water even to clean up, or pads to use? Can’t you see I’m giving you a choice? I swore that I would make you feel my pain and humiliation! Once I make a promise, not even my mother can make me turn back!! But I’m giving you a choice out of that. If you void yourself here, in my presence, and slip the contents of the vial into Sanjana’s water, I will consider you done. I promise you that I will not orchestrate or engineer any desperation for you. “ The witch bent down and began to hike up her sari, as if preparing for something. She hustled and bustled till she’d lifted her sari up to her knees. With a confident step, she approached Deeksha, who was still sitting on the open toilet wearing her unbuttoned jeans, and biting her lips with clenched white-knuckled fists. The witch walked to the adjacent toilet and in a deft motion flicked her sari up to her waist as she sat down on the toilet. For just a second a dark triangle mass of thick black hair was visible before she sat and it was covered by her thigh. The witch leaned across the awkward foot that separated the two women and whispered, “I know what happened at that Priti Adviti Camp….” A shock ran across Deeksha’s troubled face. She was well past her limit and half a muscle waver away from soiled panties and an unusable pad. The witch’s offer seemed good, tempting, and she was in half a mind to cooperate. However there was some part of her that held back, that prevented her from relief in someone’s presence. The Witch’s knowledge of the camp however, changed everything. The Priti Adviti Camp was the single most traumatic experience Deeksha had ever undergone. I’s repercussions echoed till today. That Priti Adviti Camp was the reason that Deeksha couldn’t , or wouldn’t , use the bathroom outdoors in the forest. Deeksha’s hope wavered with the knowledge the witch held. Deeksha’s bladder wavered as well and sent yet another hot spurt gushing over Deeksha’s saturated pad. At that moment the witch released her stream into the toilet she was sitting on. In the silence, its splashing echoed around inside the porta-potty. It was a loud ferocious pent up stream, gushing with power into the plastic bowl below. That was the last straw for Deeksha. The first thing that happened was that Deeksha’s bladder completely and utterly gave way. The intermittent squirts became an arcing stream shooting away inside her jeans. Her bowels began to shove their load out of the exit. In one swift single move, Deeksha tore the unbuttoned jeans and the attached panties, down to her knees. The moment the jeans were out of the line of fire, Deeksha’s stream burst into the dry plastic bowl beneath her. In large spluttering drops, her bowels forcefully expunged themselves as the witch looked on amused. When the witch’s stream died out, Deeksha was still pissing strongly into the bowl. A foul smell had filled the porta-potty and the witch laughed coyly, “Deeksha, I’ll leave the vial here,” she placed it carefully onto a small ledge near the door, “Take it when you leave with the intent to do my will, and you will be absolved. Deeksha opened her mouth to ask a question from the toilet seat but a blink later the witch was gone. She sat silently in the porta-potty for a while more as she finished her business. The sounds of the pile in the plastic bowl slowly growing were echoed by the strange acoustics of the porta-potty. Deeksha washed herself thoroughly. Her pad was too far gone and she lamentfully threw it to the wastebin where it landed with a soft wet ‘squish’. She wore her last pad, mended her jeans the best she could, wore them and walked to the door. As she reached she looked at the vial sitting there. In one smooth deft motion, Deeksha scooped up the vial and tossed it into her purse. If she didn’t do this, her entire ordeal would have been in vain. She stormed out of the bathroom door and felt herself fall headfirst into a sea of nauseating sounds, colours, and sights, as she sped across the planet. Just as suddenly as it begun, it had ended. Deeksha looked down to find herself standing in the same bush enclave that she’d been in when the witch abducted her. She ran out back into the clearing where the group had been camped. Though Deeksha felt as if she’d been gone for nearly an hour, the tell tale patters of urine hitting soil and dry leaves from two bushes on either side of her, told her her comrades were still relieving themselves. ‘ Perhaps it was some of the witch’s magic’, Deeksha pondered. Deeksha quickly located Sanjana’s bag, pulled out her water bottle and emptied the contents into it. A split second later the girls emerged from the bushy hedge they’d been urinating behind. Deeksha leapt over to the spot where she’d been sitting before, and acted like nothing happened. <Shout out to RealDreamer :P> As the girls drew closer their voices became clearer. Deeksha could hear Lakshmi asking Aishwarya, “Hey Aishwarya. Weren’t you wearing cargoes before? How did you get this Salwar?” Aishwarya looked down at the salwar she was wearing and explained, “ You remember Shruthi? The old man’s daughter? When I entered their house she told me to change because cargoes would offend her grandmother. She led me into this shady room behind the kitchen and left me in there to change. As I was changing I couldn’t help looking around, and there were some really creepy idols in that room..” “You don’t say”, Sanjana laughingly interrupted “ Their whole house was weird as shit” Aishwarya interjected, “ No I’m serious! This was even creepier…. There was a small statue of the witch reaching up under her dress and pulling out a vial or something…” Instantly Deeksha’s ears snapped to attention. Sanjana was grossed out, “ What??? Are you sure??? What does that mean?” Aishwarya responded, “After I’d changed, I was looking at the idols….. Shruthi walked in as I was looking at the one of the witch… I asked her what it meant and she told me….Remember Aparna , that story they told us at the house?” Everyone averted their eyes awkwardly and somebody grumbled “yeah….” Aishwarya continued, “ Well, It seems that after that …. Banyan incident….. she became a brewer of dark potions. She lured a housemaid of the queen to spike the queen’s wine with the contents of the vial. It turns out…. That the vial contained a fierce laxative, brewed and bonded to the witch’s heart. It was her child and she could control it as she saw fit. She orchestrated an …. An accident of the queen during a royal treaty meeting.. Needless to say the guests were enraged. The alliance fell apart and their kingdom found themselves alone in the wars that followed. Their house was wiped out.” A long silence followed in which Sanjana strode over to her bag and pulled out her water bottle. Deeksha’s heart beat faster and faster. She knew that she should warn Sanjana but at the same time she didn’t wish to anger the witch. Deeksha forced herself to sit quietly. Sanjana voiced her opinions on Aishwaya’s story. “Fuck that!”, Sanjana said, as she lifted the water bottle to her lips and took a large large gulp. Deeksha averted her eyes in shameful glee.
  12. I would recommend using more names and descriptions in the story. The only way that I could tell your story was Indian was the tags.
  13. indian

    As the old man and Aishwarya walked closer and closer towards the outhouse, Lakshmi remained transfixed, still clutching her crotch tightly as a dying stream of urine ran down her legs. Hrithik stood aghast, watching in horror and at a loss for words. Lakshmi was past the point of caring. The prolonged agony of her desperation had made her involuntary release blissful, almost orgasmic. For just a moment she didn’t care about Hrithik, about Deeksha, about the stream running down her thighs. For just a moment she was content. But as her stream dripped to a faltering halt and the cold tight wet denim of her jeans clung to her legs in the midnight forest air, she was forced to return to the humiliating reality. The old man and Aishwarya were now less than 5 paces away from her. The realisation of what had transpired dawned on Aishwarya before the old man. Her steady pace faltered as she slowed down, stopping a metre or so away from Lakshmi. Even in the darkness of the forest night, Lakshmi’s wet jeans were clearly visible, illuminated by the flickering yellow bulb that hung by a wire from the dilapidated toilet shack. Aishwarya was at a loss for words. She knew that this didn’t bode well for them, for any of them. Sure enough, when the old man realised what had happened, his expression darkened considerably. His tell-tale carefree face was noticeably ashen. He stood there, stunned for a matter of seconds, before hurling a volley of Pundali abuses at Lakshmi and Aishwarya before storming away from the duo, back into the house. The moment that the old man was out of earshot, Aishwarya turned to Lakshmi and asked accusingly, “What the Hell Lakshmi!! You know these people are superstitious about …… that kind of stuff”. Aishwarya trailed off, looking awkwardly at the ground. Lakshmi was in no mood to be judged. A day wandering around lost in the forest, followed by a nerve wrecking four hour wait to use the bathroom and now THIS, had left her nerves and her decorum frayed. “What the FUCK are you trying to say Aishwarya? Do you think I did this on purpose!?”, Lakshmi shouted, tears welling up in her eyes as her voice cracked. The girls’ argument was interrupted by a commotion coming from the house. The door of the house was flung open. The light pouring out from within the home silhouetted the figures of Deeksha, Sanjana, and the other members of their group being literally pushed out by a livid old man and his screaming wife. The group converged with the two girls near the outhouse. The old man stepped back and continued to shout relentlessly, not even pausing to take a breath. Everyone turned to Deeksha to interpret but it was clear that she didn’t understand half of what was being said. Hrithik stepped forward from behind Lakshmi and spoke up. “Leave. Now. All of you. You’ve brought bad luck to our house and our village. You’ve disrespected our shrine and our goddess. You’re lucky to be leaving here in one piece. Now go.” Lakshmi stepped forward and implored, “But please Hrithik! Can’t we just stay the night?? We have nowhere to go…..” Hrithik gave Lakshmi a firm shove and storming past her, walked into the house with the old man and his wife. The teens were enveloped in complete and utter silence, interspersed only by the chirping of the crickets in the forest. “Well…..”, Deeksha spoke up, “ That happened.” She cast a condemning look at Lakshmi. Given the mood Lakshmi was in, she was not going to let this slide. She shot back angrily, “If you have something to say then fucking say it Deeksha!”. It was obvious that this was about to turn into a full blown fight unless someone stopped them. Sanjana stepped up from the back and spoke, “Alright guys calm down. Put your heads back on your shoulders and let’s try to figure out what to do.” Nobody said anything in protest so Sanjana continued. “Maybe it’s just me ….. but I genuinely feel that something …… strange …… is going on. I’m not one to believe in ghosts and witches and whatnot, but I really feel that we may have been cursed.” Deeksha laughed and condescendingly replied, “Ha! What’s wrong with you Sanjana… Cursed it seems! Why would you think that??” Sanjana looked at the ground and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “Well……for starters, two of us did have ….. accidents ….. tonight. Just like the witch, predicted we would…” Everyone looked down at the ground awkwardly. Sanjana continued, “Alright. How many of you guys feel that something supernatural is involved in all of this. I mean, that lady did fucking FLY.” Lakshmi and Rohit were the first to put their hands up, followed suit by Aishwarya and the rest of us. Only Deeksha remained, stubbornly keeping her hand down. Sanjana surveyed the hands held high and concluded, “Okay. So, if there is a witch who is using some supernatural force to make us ….. humiliate ourselves, it seems logical that the best way to prevent it is to not allow ourselves to get desperate. Whenever any of us feel the need to go, we should all help that person find a way to go. It may not always be conventional, or even socially acceptable, but I think that we can all, Lakshmi and Rohit more than the rest of us, agree that it’s better than the alternative. Ensuring that we never allow ourselves to get desperate is the only way to foil the witch’s plan. So guys, from here on out: when in need, relieve.” We all looked astonished at Sanjana, amazed by her brilliance and her oratory skills. She had made not peeing our pants sound as epic and bad ass as going into battle against a supernatural flying witch. Everyone apart from Deeksha nodded their heads in agreement. Sanjana smiled ever so slightly, glad that somebody at least was finally taking her advice. Spurred on, she continued, lowering her voice just a little. “Good. Now that we’ve got that sorted, does anyone need to use the bathroom?” Sanjana gestured towards the toilet shack. “It’s locked”, Lakshmi butted in. “I think Shruthi, you know, the old man’s daughter, is inside.” There was silence for a matter of seconds before Sanjana spoke, “Well……we’ve got to leave here now. I for one don’t think we should hold it. That’s pretty much the same as giving ammunition to the witch you know…..I think we should….I think we should……”. Sanjana took a deep breath and repeated, “When in need, relieve.” In light of Sanjana’s motivational speech given mere minutes earlier, nobody raised any objections. Sanjana took the silence to be a positive response. Her eyes began to scan the forest hill around them for a large bush or a hedge of shrubs: something that could double as a bathroom wall. A large banyan tree caught her eye. Its trunk was wide, easily about 5 feet in diameter. To its left there was a small bush, extending the overall cover to about 7 feet. It would be a tight fit, but Sanjana realised it would have to do. Sanjana didn’t need to say anything. She began walking towards the large trunk of the banyan tree, a light hurry in her steps. Everyone quickly caught on and began following her 1 by 1. Aishwarya, who had earlier asked the old man for the whereabouts of the washroom, was far more desperate than she seemed. Much the same as the rest of them, she hadn’t had a proper chance to relieve herself in a while. The moment that she saw Sanjana heading for the tree, she began to follow suit, already untying the strings that kept her salwar tied oppressively around her waist. The moment Sanjana was in the cover of the tree, she yanked up her T-shirt and frantically unbuttoned her khaki hiking shorts. She too, was much more desperate than she had appeared. All that water she’d drank during the hike couldn’t go nowhere! As soon as her shorts were unbuttoned, she pulled them down, till her mid thighs, while simultaneously dropping into a low flat-foot squat, with her dark brown ass hovering just an inch or two from the muddy forest floor. Immediately a gentle yet never-ending stream began to quietly trickle out of her, almost silently forming a small puddle beneath her in the mud. She softly exhaled with relief. Aishwarya neared the corner of the banyan tree and was in the final stages of untying her salwar. She bit her lower lip lightly, distorting her face cutely. She didn’t understand how she suddenly had to go so badly. Sure, she’d gotten off the bullock cart needing a pee, but once she realised how low the chances of that were, she’d resigned herself to hold it. Maybe it was just the proximity of relief that was responsible for squirting her panty -less thighs with a sudden explosive burst of urine. As Aishwarya turned the corner of the banyan tree, she was in the last seconds of her hold. Her flawless damp brown thighs rubbed together frantically under her baggy salwar as she wiggled agitatedly. Her undivided attention was allocated to tensing her bladder, to hold it in for just a second more. The outside world flew past her, as if in a daze; so much so that a quietly pissing Sanjana to her left didn’t warrant even a second glance. Aishwarya took just one step from the corner of the tree. She was still almost on the corner as she untied the last knot in her salwar, letting it fall. The baggy salwar kamiz, no longer tied oppressively to Aishwarya’s waist, fell to her ankles in the blink of an eye. As the salwar fell, revealing her naked legs inch by inch, Aishwarya deftly dropped into an athletic squat as her bladder sprayed another jet. She perched herself on her toes rather than on the soles of her feet, subsequently rendering her more manoeuvrable. Immediately, Aishwarya allowed her tortured bladder relief. A thick solid stream burst out of her, flying a foot through the air before noisily splattering into the mud. However, her pressurized pee stream was flying over, rather than under, her salwar pants, which lay crumpled around her ankles. At the current speed with which she was pissing, the stream was passing cleanly over the crumpled pants, without as much as a drop touching the fabric. Aishwarya knew though, that she should be peeing underneath. Towards the end of her pee, as the stream would begin to falter, the pants would get torrentially drenched by the remaining contents of her bladder. Aishwarya took a deep breath and cut off her stream. All at once the loud splattering hiss of liquid tearing up the forest floor was silenced. Holding her breath (lest her bladder control escape with it), she deftly reached out with her right hand, grasped the salwar dangling between her ankles lying in the mud, and yanked it upwards in a fluid motion. At the same time, using the flexibility her toe-squat allowed her, she spread her legs slightly, increasing the distance between her knees by at least a foot. This held the salwar taut around her calves, safely out of danger. The very instant that Aishwarya’s salwar was out of danger, her stream resumed. As the piss burst out of her underneath her stretched salwar, and onto the grassy roots, Aishwarya involuntarily let out a loud moan. Her heart rate began to subside and she took deep breaths. Her notice of her surroundings increased as her bladder emptied: it was as if she was finally returning to reality. She saw Sanjana about an arm’s length or two to her left, smiling amusedly at her. Aishwarya weakly returned the smile. Her piss had formed a small stream, overflowing its way through the mud and circling downhill around the corner of the banyan tree. The soft squelchy sound of someone walking through mud made Aishwarya and Sanjana turn towards the corner to see who was approaching. As the figure turned the corner, Aishwarya and Sanjana could easily discern the figure of Lakshmi, holding a pair of jeans out in front of her and walking strangely. Lakshmi turned, and noticing the two girls pissing, quickly averted her eyes. She meekly spoke, “ I just needed to change… my jeans are quite fucked.”, she laughed softly. “Go ahead, it’s cool.”, Sanjana spoke up from the corner. Lakshmi nodded and gingerly walked past the squatting Aishwarya who’s stream still splashed about a foot in front of her. Deftly dodging the stream, Lakshmi stepped over a patch of grass and into the cover of the bush of shrubs that extended the cover of the tree. Lakshmi took the clean pair of jeans that she’ been holding out in front of her, and draped them over a protruding branch. She began to unbutton her jeans without as much as a hint of hesitation. Aishwarya remained squatting, the reservoirs of piss still shooting out of her made it impossible for her to leave. She felt extremely uncomfortable, though she was unsure why. Her eyes flittered from left to right, not sure of where to look. Lakshmi began to peel off her tight wet jeans. In the breezy forest night, they clung to her skin like ice. She pulled them down to just below her knees, and then began to hold them in place while she stepped out of them. Her waxed shapely thighs were fully on display, all the way from her knees to her green panty-line. As she got her second foot out of the soaked jeans, she kicked them off and draped them over the banyan branch, right next to the clean dry pair of jeans. Lakshmi reached for her panties, obviously hoping to get this part over with as soon as possible. Aishwarya’s heat began to beat faster. As if drawn by some irresistible force, her eyes kept drifting back to the sensual figure of Lakshmi reaching for her panties. Eventually, her self-constraint lost the battle. Her eyes snapped onto Lakshmi as the latter yanked her panties down to her calves and kicked them off into the mud, revealing an unexpectedly hairy, yet well maintained bush. In the dark night, the pitch-black curly pubic hair was all that Aishwarya was able to see before Lakshmi had pulled on the clean pair of jeans. Lakshmi smiled weakly at Aishwarya who was in the last seconds of her piss. Aishwarya reciprocated the smile and, looking up at Lakshmi from her squat, spoke. “Hey Lakshmi, sorry about what I said back there…. Outside the outhouse. I really didn’t mean to be that rude….it’s just….I don’t know what came over me…. I’m really sorry.” Lakshmi smiled back kindly and replied, “Don’t worry about it Aishwarya. I understand. I’m sorry for shouting back at you ….. I was just… kind of pissed…”, Lakshmi broke off giggling softly at the unintentional pun. Aishwarya couldn’t help but laugh as well and a chuckle from her left showed Sanjana had found it quite funny as well. Lakshmi turned and walked away, down and around the corner of the banyan tree, taking care not to step in the small river formed by Aishwarya’s pee. As Lakshmi tip-toed down the slope, Aishwarya rose to her feet, pulling the salwar back up around her legs. Aishwarya felt light and happy, both physically and emotionally. Apologizing to Lakshmi was like a massive weight lifted from her chest. She smiled at Sanjana, who was still squatting to her left, a steady trickle still flowing from between her legs into the large puddle that had now formed beneath her. Sanjana reciprocated the smile. Aishwarya turned and walked don around the banyan tree, striking up a conversation with Lakshmi who was standing there. Sanjana, still peeing, ended her stream by lightly tensing her bladder. It had always been like this. Ever since she was a young girl, she’d always been the last to finish peeing, regardless of who she was with. Sometimes, when she was really desperate, she’s peed for a good four minutes straight! The thought of her peeing for so long instinctively gave her a flashback of the time that she had unintentionally let her ex-boyfriend mess his jeans as she sat on the commode pissing after a long night of drinking. She hasn’t even known that his stomach was upset but he was convinced she’d done it intentionally. She sighed with guilt at the thought and quickly pushed it out of her mind. She shook her butt, wiggling it from side to side to shake off an clinging drops of urine, and standing up, pulled up and re-buttoned her khaki shorts. The entire environment had change drastically in a matter of minutes. From a bunch of unhappy teens at each other’s throats, the group had gone to joking around with each other as they walked through the forest. Chatty and jolly, one would never be able to guess that they had just been thrown out of a house. But there was one among their company who’s countenance was far from such. Deeksha paced ahead of the group unhappily, arms crossed across her chest. For reasons of her own stemming from forgotten places deep in her childhood, Deeksha absolutely hated being forced to relieve herself in the open. For her, there was no greater impunity. In addition to that, her period had started this morning, before they had left to trek in the woods. Her clothes sticky with grime and sweat, her stomach racked with cramps, and her bladder uncomfortably full, Deeksha was on the verge of tears. She felt absolutely horrible and annoyed with everyone and everything. She would give anything, anything, just to be back at home with a bed to herself. A tear fell down Deeksha’s right cheek as she walked. She tried her best to breathe quietly so that the people behind her wouldn’t hear her sob. Sympathy was the last thing that she wanted right now. This day had been the worst, the absolute worst! Another tear rolled down her cheek. All that she wanted, all that she needed was for things to get a little bit better. Was that really so hard?? __________ Meanwhile, back at the banyan tree, the shadowy sari clad figure of the witch approached. Ever since the traumatising event involving the king and the countless other farmer girls had happened hundreds of years ago beneath a banyan, the witch found that she shared a special link with these trees. Sometimes she could hear what they hear, feel what they feel….. but it was iffy to say the least. There was no telling when this link would come or go, even for her. However, this time, the link had been crystal clear. A speech to the extent of “When in need, relieve”, had played in the witch’s mind. From the moment that it started, she knew that it was coming from a banyan tree. She had listened in shock and horror as that human whore (Sanjana , her friends had called her) plotted to thwart her plans, plotted to derail the revenge she’d worked so hard for. Then as if to confirm her suspicions, the witch had felt what the tangled roots of the banyan tree had felt: warm piss running over, around, and through them as the girls had relieved themselves behind the banyan tree. The witch walked behind the banyan tree, turning the corner. She saw a puddle of liquid further away escaping through countless small rivulets that drained down the embankment. Her eyes fell on the abandoned green panties that lay discarded beneath a thorny bush. Reaching down, she picked them up and lifted them to her nose. Piss. It smelt like piss. The witch trembled in anger. The banyan had been right! There was no doubt about it!! Those girls, led by that fucking whore Sanjana, were out to thwart her!!! A livid tight-lipped smile lit the witch’s face. Those girls had no idea what was coming for them. The witch cracked her knuckles as she broke out into a twisted megalomaniac laugh. Shit was about to get Real! ________________________________________________________________
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    The teens snapped back to the stuffy smoky dining room in the farmer’s house, looking at each other bewildered. All of us, Lakshmi, Aishwarya, Shruthi, Deeksha and I were feeling disorientated. The family however looked completely nonchalant. Hrithik, the old man’s son sat quietly on the side. Shruthi, the daughter, was nowhere to be seen. The old man laughed in his usual careless manner and told Deeksha that this happens whenever one hears the story for the first time. He patted her on the shoulder jovially, and made a pakka sign with his fingers while chortling. Deeksha told us but this did little to help our disorientation. Less than a minute after waking up from the dreamlike trance, Lakshmi’s need made itself felt again. It began as a swollen bulge, gigantic yet subdued. But as the its minutes went on, urgency increased exponentially till Lakshmi was forced to rock back and forth in her awkward sit / squat position. It took all of her concentration to keep her bladder in check. Deeksha and the rest of the teens were asking question after question to the evasive old man. He in turn would repeat the questions to his hunchbacked wife, lighting incense sticks and mumbling to herself in a dingy corner of the room. Lakshmi was far too desperate to sit around and act like nothing was wrong. Already her incessant rocking had earned her a curious glance or two from both the old man as well as the others at the table. The stifling heat in the room accumulated beneath the tight denim fabric of her jeans and added to her discomfort. She felt a small leak escape from her, not a forceful squirt but a warning dribble. Her dark olive green underwear dampened noticeably. Lakshmi coughed once or twice to try and get Deeksha’s attention, but Deeksha was having none of it. As if on purpose, she ignored Lakshmi’s signals. Finally, unable to hold it any longer, Lakshmi interrupted the conversation, “ Uh… Excuse me…Sir?, the old man turned around. Unsure of how to ask, Lakshmi stuttered, “Um… Bathroom?? Toilet????”. The old man smiled and nodded but it was clear that he wasn’t understanding anything. Hrithik, the man’s fit muscular son, spoke up. “You need to use the bathroom?”, Hrithik asked in fluent English. Lakshmi nodded. Hrithik gestured for her to follow him and led her outside of the house. Lakshmi was on top of the world. She felt as if her bladder would give out any moment. She honestly hadn’t expected to be able to hold it this long, or to make it to a toilet. After witnessing Rohit’s humiliating accident inside, she had resigned herself to such a fate. This was a welcome change for her. Hrithik led her to a small shoddily crafted shack about a minute away from the house. Hrithik gave a heart melting shy smile and said, “Well, that’s it. It’s nothing fancy but it’s better than nothing right?” Lakshmi, so close to relief began to waver. Her defences down, her aching bladder shot a high pressure second long squirt out of her, dampening her now soaked olive panties. Her hand involuntarily shot between her legs. She prayed desperately that Hrithik hadn’t seen her. As she turned towards his face though, she knew that he had seen her hold herself. He had averted his eyes politely as she looked but had done it a fraction of a second too late. Lakshmi had seen. And he had seen her. Embarrassed as Lakshmi was, her pounding distended bladder took priority as she sheepishly smiled and wordlessly turned away from Hrithik to open the door. She reached out and put a trembling hand on the cold steel handle of the outhouse door and pulled, but it didn’t budge. Instantly her heart beat faster. She wouldn’t make it. Her panicking bladder involuntarily released another long squirt of liquid, soaking her damp panties to the point that it appeared as a small strip on the inner side of her left thigh. Hrithik had already stepped up to the door and knocked on it, asking who was inside. From inside, his sister’s voice sounded clearly. Hrithik turned to Lakshmi and , with a troubled look on his face, said, “I’m sorry, but my sister’s inside. I think she’s showering … or something. She said she’ll be out in 5 minutes. Could you….???” The streak on Lakshmi’s thigh grew noticeably larger as another longer squirt was forced out of her. She felt almost as if she had no control over her body anymore. She turned her face to Hrithik and struggled to speak, “I….” Hrithik saw the hopelessness on her face before he saw the widening patch on her jeans. He heard her surrender before he heard the sound of her urine falling off her legs onto the grass. Piss shot out of Lakshmi in unimaginable quantities. Her face was blushed bright red with shame as she breathed heavily. She could feel herself emptying the contents of her bladder into her Levi Jeans. She felt the burning warmth on the joining of her thighs as it rushed out of her, an uninterrupted stream. She felt it flow down her legs, accumulating near the hollow of her knee only to spill off her claves onto the cold grass ground below. Hrithik’s kind and welcoming attitude had been discarded completely. He took a step back, and scanned Lakshmi from top to bottom with his eyes several times, and incredulous expression plastered on his face. The sound of the house door opening crushed the awkward silence between Hrithik and Lakshmi. Aishwarya stepped out of the house, accompanied by the kind old man. The old man pointed towards the outhouse and walked closer, accompanying Aishwarya. As Aishwarya and the old man drew closer, the reality of what was happening struck them.
  15. indian

    Warning: Graphic pooping, explicit sex , light bondage ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ < 1398 Chaitra (Month of the moon) > The flickering orange lights of hundreds of candles illuminated the cold stone hall of the palace. Pindrop silence and fresh chilly air filled the hall. In the distance, a sari clad figure hurried down the hallway, clutching her Dupatta tighter. When her efforts to walk faster failed, she broke into a half run. From the end of the corridor, a voice boomed out, “Aparna!!” The running woman stopped, a look of anxiety plastered on her face as she turned and looked in the direction of the voice. From the shadows stepped a portly overweight middle aged man wearing royal robes. “K….King Dathabra”, Aparna bowed slightly, “What do you desire your highness?” “You,” Dathabra stepped close, one ominous step at a time. “You,” the smell of wine was thick on his breath. Aparna’s face mirrored her feelings of helplessness and defeat. She had known that this day would come. Ever since the King had made eye contact with her as she poured wine for him last Diwali, she knew that one day he’d want her. To refuse a royal command meant certain death. Aparna’s mind ran in overtime, searching frantically for an escape from her situation: there was none. Strangely, Aparna wouldn’t mind having to sleep with the king. She was a young woman having just turned 19. She knew that there was just one thing that men wanted. Ever since she had stumbled across the brutalities of a downtown brothel as a child, she knew that one day she too would be required to lie with a strange man whom she didn’t love. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was one brewing inside of her. Aparna’s bloated stomach had been the one to wake her up at 2:00 in the morning. Quickly she had donned her sari and raced out of the servant’s quarters to the fields outside of the wall to relieve herself. Unfortunately, the king’s drunken presence, was an unforeseen problem. A big problem. A tell tale cramp began to squeeze her insides like squeezing toothpaste out of the tube. Under the countless folds of her sari, Aparna crossed her legs tightly, clenched her buttocks, and through tight teeth spoke to the King bashfully, while looking down, “My Lord…..” The king gave a drunken laugh and put his arm around her. The wafting fumes of alcohol made her eyes water. Lustfully he placed his other arm on her hip and pulled her towards him. He pulled himself up close to her and she felt his small erection pressing against her stomach. In disgust and desperation she tried to push herself away from him, turning her head frantically from side to side to avoid his embrace. The king paused, looking at her with a mix of anger and shock. He raised a hand and shouted a command. At once, a small group of soldiers silently stepped out of the shadows and begun moving towards her, a bag and a rope in their hands. Aparna couldn’t see with the bag tied around her head. Stumbling over her feet and the dusty rocky roads, she trudged behind her captors. Even with the bag over her head she could tell that it was still night; the cool breeze and the pindrop silence gave it away. 10 minutes had passed before the bag was pulled off of Aparna’s head and she was kicked roughly, falling onto the dusty forest floor. At once she got up and looked around frantically, inspecting her surroundings. All she could see was an entangled mattress of roots above that loped over branches and hung down, doubling as both walls and a ceiling. She was in the centre of a Banyan tree, surrounded by at least 6 other terrified women in saris. Pale slivers of moonlight cut through the branches, floating around wistfully on the clumpy mess of roots below before disappearing, as suddenly as it came. Aparna felt a bubbly watery feeling in the pit of her stomach. The brisk walking had made her need much worse. The pressure on her bowels was so severe, it was all that she could think about. She crossed her legs deftly and sat quickly, placing as much pressure on her butt as she could. Her need slightly alleviated, she inspected the other 6 girls. They were all young and dark, no doubt slaves or servants of some sort, their skin toned by long hours in the sun. It didn’t take long for Aparna to notice that the other girls were in predicaments similar to her. They all fidgeted urgently, crossed their legs, or sat on their heels. Many of them rocked back and forth slightly, too desperate to control otherwise. They had probably been abducted by the king’s men on while on their way to perform their morning duties. The King stumbled through the banyan roots, still drunk out of his mind. The guards who had accompanied him remained outside. The King walked towards the side of the room of roots, leaned against a tree, and began to remove his Dhoti. As he fumbled with the knot, he shouted out, “Two Girls! Come here, two girls!!” Aparna noticed the girls eying each other furtively, no doubt suspicious. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two girls exchanging glances, obviously considering the offer. Stockholm syndrome had already set in. Determined that aggravating their captor wasn’t a good move, the two dark farm girls, no more than 19, stepped forward towards the king. “Off with your clothes! Remove them!! Take them off now! Not just you two, all of you!!”, the King bellowed drunkenly, still fumbling with his Dhoti. The girls timidly looked away. Once they realized that the King would not be swayed on this issue, they began to timidly undress, slipping the plaits of their saris over their shoulders. The cloths that covered them flowed off, onto the ground, exposing their dark naked bodies to the moonlight. A shocked Aparna looked at the dark brown bodies of the girls around her contrasted with the pitch black hair covering their crotch. Aparna had initially been resolute in her decision not to disrobe, but a look at the drunken glimmer in the King’s eye told her that her only way out was to bide her time. Her stomach rumbling uncomfortably, she stepped out of her emerald green sari, and stood with her head bowed, the dark skin on her trembling ass shining in the moonlight. Aparna felt a wave of pressure run through her like a sword. She clenched her buttocks but it required all her concentration and muscle strength to hold it in. She knew that she wouldn’t last long unless somebody intervened. The King had finally managed to tear off his Dhoti. He stood there, wearing only his shirt and his chappals. His legs got hairier as you went up. He swung his erect cock from side to side. The two girls that had volunteered for the king, now looked away uncomfortably. Bellowing the King shouted out his orders. The two girls that had come forward were made to crouch on their knees. The taller of the two made no attempt to resist as the King, thrusting his pelvis forward, placed his cock in her mouth. The other girl was made to lie down, naked, on her back, on the forest floor. She scooted forward once or twice so that the taller girl thighs met right above her mouth. The King instructed her to start licking. He instructed her not to stop until he said so. As the King stood there, the woman blowing him getting sucked off, he continued bellowing his orders. Aparna was made to stand in the centre of the clearing with her legs spread. Her hands were tied to a solid root dangling from the canopy of roots above. Another girl, a fair girl that Aparna recognized as Tanya, a baker from the village, was instructed to stand behind Aparna and to ‘rub her till she comes’. Tanya looked down, tears welling up in her eyes as she silently walked behind Aparana. With her feet she separated Aparna’s legs by about an arms length. She pressed her naked body against Aparna’s. Her right hand reached around Aparna’s slim curvy waist, down over her black clumps of pubic hair, and finally settled between her legs. Tanya’s fingers began to hum at a barely noticeable pace. Aparna stiffened. She felt another wave of pressure working its way down through her. She tightened her buttocks quickly, but with her legs so far apart, it didn’t do much. The King, drunken orgasmic bliss on his face, ordered the two remaining girls to squat on the ground. He ordered them to stay there squatting until he told them to stand. Minutes passed silently, interspersed with only soft moans. Tanya’s fingers were magical. They seemed to know when to go slower and when to hurry up. They toyed with the sweating struggling Aparna who writhed in magical agony and painful cramps. Very soon, Tanya’s fingers had reduced Aparna’s crotch to a wet hairy mess. Aparna’s natural lubricant dampened her upper thighs and splashed on her pussy when Tanya increased the pace. The girl who was sucking the King’s dick wasn’t doing all that great a job. She kept writhing desperately, and pulling back to utter, “Please, my Lord! …..”, before having his dick pushed back into her mouth. The girl beneath her was licking frantically. She even had her hands up, over the girls waist, as if trying to pull the pussy closer to her mouth. The moans of one of the young farm girls was far from ecstatic however. For Shrishi, the poor girl who’d been made by the King to squat, It was a loud jarring tearful moan. A moan of relief and defeat. A moan that did little to cover the hiss of her pent up piss tearing through the dusty rooted floor. Everyone turned and looked at the river escaping from Shrishi’s groin. Even the full-bladdered girl with the King’s cock in her mouth turned a little to the side, her eyes at the corner of her head, to see what was making all the disturbance. The King noticed it too and bellowed, “STAND!!!” Shrishi tearfully and slowly rose to her feet. Her stream faltered, for just a moment, as she tensed every muscle in her body to hold back the flood. She looked at the ground with her scrunched up face and sobbed for just a matter of seconds. Just like that Shrishi’s bladder gave way once again. The stream continued with the same strength as before as it torrented down her legs, dripping off her calves onto the roots. As the sound of her bladder emptying itself filled the early morning air, Aparna felt another wave run through her bowels with intense force. She clenched her muscles and her fists tightly, determined to hold off this wave. As the pressure drew closer and closer to its endpoint, Aparna began to waver. She was clenching so tightly that her face was red, yet she still knew that it wouldn’t be nearly enough for the shit storm raging inside of her. In the background she could hear some commotion from the two girls who were with the king. Her bowels though, were to urgent to distract. A long high pitched moan followed a soft whimper from the girl sucking the kings dick. Almost immediately the girl lying beneath began to squeal and shout, flailing her limbs in an effort to get out from between the other girl’s legs. Despite her desperation, Aparna turned to look. Aparna watched as a river of piss began to flow out of the girl sucking the king. From the angle at which Aparna was, all that she could see was the girl’s large brown ass, the thick yellow stream bursting out of it, and the smaller girl squirming out of the thighs’ chokehold. As the girl underneath got up, drops of piss spilled from her mouth. She spat violently on the ground repeatedly. The other girl, was crying loudly, as she sucked the Kings dick faster and faster. A small squirt of liquid shit had made it past Aparna’s defences, dampening the hairy space between her two brown round butt cheeks. Determined not to soil herself like the other girls, she forced her legs together and tensed her buttocks. Tanya however, had her hand trapped in the vicelike grip of Aparna’s thighs. With her feet, Tanya separated Aparna’s legs and began rubbing her pussy with renewed vigour. She pressed her pubes and her breasts against Aparna’s back and whispered, “Just fake it. Quickly! The sooner the better. It’ll all be over then.” If Tanya had seen Aparna’s face though, she would have known that there was no chance. As she didn’t know though, Tanya kept rubbing faster and faster. Aparna was forced to face the wave of desperation with her legs wide open, a hand on her crotch and a hairy pussy on her ass. Aparna was able to delay the wave by just 2 seconds before it shot out of her. A loud unfeminine groan spilled out of her as she emptied her liquidy bowels on Tanya’s feet. Wave after wave of diarrhoea shot out of her, some even getting on Tanya’s thigh. At first, Tanya probably mistook the warm liquid for piss, as she continued to rub with unhampered intensity. It was only a second or two later, once the smell hit her nostrils, that Tanya stepped back horrified. Aparna grunted once more and, in her standing position, spewed a semi-solid squirt of shit onto the roots below. The King’s face contorted as he shot his load into the soiled girl’s mouth. The King wiped his brow, retied his Dhoti, and turned to leave. As he was on his way out he saw Aparna, still tied up and shitting manically onto the growing pile atop a clump of roots. He gave one final look of lustful malice and disappeared through the wall of roots. The moment that the king was out of the rooted chamber, the girls jumped to their feet and running into a corner, relieved themselves. The loud hiss of 4 bladders being emptied in unison drowned out Aparna’s pitiful cries. It is well known by all the ancient religions that banyan trees share a deep spiritual connection with the divine. As Aparna stood there weeping, a force entered her, a force that all watching could feel but none could describe. It was something life changing. Aparna felt revitalized. She looked up once more, but this time her face was not one of shame and humiliation, it was one of vengeance. She would right the wrongs perpetrated against her! She would punish the man that had done this to her! She would make him feel the way that he had made her feel! She would have revenge!! As the girls’ streams were winding off, Aparna let a weak stream that she had been holding in out of her. She spread her legs and watched, a wretched smile on her face, as the stream of piss pit-pattered on the mossy roots below. She began to laugh, a manical righteous laugh! She would have Justice! ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________