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    Pain got a reaction from kenn for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
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    Pain got a reaction from pir for a blog entry, Bollywood Calling (Remastered)   
    Edited by- frostyjr2
    Katrina Kaif, superstar of the Hindi film industry, always kept herself in a shroud of secrecy. Media was always flooded with the reports of her link-ups but she never spoke on the issue. Some people argued that her actual name is ‘Katrina Turquotte’ but she never bothered to reply to any questions which were not directly related to her job.
    As usual, Katrina was busy shooting for one of her movies that day.
    An actor’s life is always hectic and her life was no different. Katrina knew the amount of hard work and sweat it took to reach to the top. She was a struggler once, roaming the streets of Mumbai in search of work and now, she was an established star... heart throb of millions. People would wait in lines for hours and hours on end to meet her, such was her star power. Although critics had slammed her several times for her poor acting skills, it rarely caught up to her. Tough competition from fellow actors always kept her on her toes, because she knew the main reason she was so immensely popular amongst the masses was because of her mind-blowing good looks and a goddess-like figure.
    So she worked really hard to look beautiful on-screen; from working out in the gym to keeping her diet in check, she was doing it all, but most importantly she always drank a lot of water to keep herself hydrated and energetic.
    Even today she was just focusing on her work, getting ready for the next scene as she consumed a considerable amount of water between the shots.
    “Ma’am, we are ready to shoot,” one of the assistant directors informed her.
    ‘I’ll be there in just a moment,” Katrina replied as the make-up artist gave finishing touches to her make-up.
    The sun blazed high in the sky. As they began filming the scene, Katrina became engrossed in her character and dialogues, although she never forgot to take regular sips from her water bottle between takes. Kat had consumed a whopping three bottles of water and a tall glass of lemonade since she began shooting and she hadn’t been to the loo even once yet.
    Shooting today wasn’t any different from the other days, looking heavenly on screen was the top priority. In between the shots , Katrina felt a slight nudge within her bladder. Maybe all the water she had consumed was finally catching up to her. She glanced at the digital wall-clock hanging at the set; it was 1 o’clock, which meant there were still six hours to go before the pack-up.
    “I’d better make a visit to the toilet and then resume with the shoot” Kat thought to herself. As the break-time was called, she walked off to her vanity trailer with her assistant, Sandy.
    As the actress opened the door to the loo, she witnessed an over-flowing toilet, mucky water spewing out as if it were to flood the entire vanity van.
    “Sandy!” she called out in rage, “What the hell is this?” she asked, pointing towards the commode.
    Sandy was in utter shock. Superstars of such strata are supposed to be provided with five-star facilities and all of their needs and whims are to be accommodated no matter how absurd or trivial, but somehow this error had crept in. Such negligence with regard to a most basic and essential need could possibly cost Sandy her job!
    “I’ll get it fixed right away, ma’am! Could you please wait outside until it’s done?” she requested politely, although she knew Katrina would be angry at this.
    “Huh…Okay, I’ll be waiting on the sets. Just get it fixed fast!” Kat ordered as she stepped out of the vanity.
    As Katrina sat around, texting on her phone, one of the assistant directors from the unit came along.
    ”Ma’am, I’ve heard you're having a problem with your trailer. Do you need me to arrange another one for you?” he asked.
    “No, I’d rather use mine; please get it fixed as quickly as possible,” she said a bit sharply, before getting back to her texting. Her need to pee wasn’t urgent so she was just talking with people.
    She was beginning to feel hungry by this time, so she ordered herself a plate of rice with curd, a cinnamon roll and a cup of black coffee. Twenty minutes later when she was done with her lunch ,she called up Sandy to get some feedback about the ongoing repairs.
    “Are they done yet?” Katrina asked.
    “No ma’am, I’m afraid not. The technicians have reported a major break-down and they need to take the vanity to the service center for repairs” she reported, somewhat terrified at the thought of how would Katrina react to this.
    “What?! she yelled through the phone, “Where am I supposed to change my costumes and go to the loo then?” she growled.
    “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but you may have to share a vanity with other actors or use the public restrooms for today," Sandy informed her. Then there was an awkward silence as neither of them spoke for a moment.
    “Are you telling me that they want me to use the same toilet which all the unit members use?” Katrina then demanded petulantly. It was an affront to her dignity to ask her to use public loos and her ego wouldn’t allow her to share another actor’s van.
    “Ma’am I know it’s really inconvenient for you but ….” said Sandy.
    Even before she could complete her sentence Katrina countered, “ I don’t give a fuck if the vanity is not working , get it fixed or arrange another one! I will stall the shoot indefinitely my demands aren’t fulfilled,” she yelled and hung up the call.
    Sandy immediately called one of the members of the production team to arrange for a replacement vanity trailer.
    “Hello, this is Sandy, Katrina’s assistant,” she spoke through the phone.
    “Yes ,how may I help you?” came the reply.
    “I’d like you to arrange an air conditioned vanity van for Katrina since her van has broken down and is being taken for repairs,” she explained. “Could you please get it done as soon as possible?”
    “I am sorry to inform you miss, but I personally asked Miss Kaif if she’d like us to arrange another one earlier, and she declined,” the man replied. “We’ve sent the only spare vanity to another shooting location now,” he stated, “So I'm sorry, but I can’t help you with this at the moment.”
    Sandy was totally nonplussed now. “No replacement trailer?!! Katrina will be so angry when she finds out about this,” she thought.
    She even asked the producer of the movie for help but to no avail.
    When Katrina finally was told what had transpired, she stalled the shoot as she had warned earlier.
    “Ma'am, please try to understand the situation,” said the Producer, “All the location company's remaining vanities are booked on other shoots, and it will be at least 3 to 4 hours before another one becomes available. We can’t wait that long, or we’ll incur a huge loss”, he pleaded. "As it is, we're wasting daylight, and we need to shoot this scene now!"
    Katrina could now feel her bladder filling up; she was almost at three quarters full. These sensations made her argue with the producers even more.
    “I need my requests to be fulfilled, only then will I resume the shoot, do you get me?” she growled.
    She just wasn’t willing to listen to anyone, after all she was a star and she needed to be treated like one. Throwing tantrums on the sets was a common phenomenon, since people were always there who would fend for her.
    An hour and a half passed by. Meanwhile, from the Director and Producer on down to the set dressers, everyone was doing their bit to convince her. Katrina had never been this diva-like on the set before; this hyper-aggressive and attention-seeking attitude had crept in only after a few recent box-office successes.
    She wasn’t ready to negotiate, but then she realized that it wasn't really the producer's fault that they wouldn’t be able to accede to her demands and this wasn’t the only project she had to work upon. Other projects she had committed to also needed to be looked after, so she thought it was better to adjust a little and wrap up the work as quickly and efficiently as possible, then she would be free to go.
    Katrina agreed to resume the shoot, but only on the condition of extra payment, which was quickly conceded by the film's producers, who were now desperate to resume shooting. She was provided with a changing room, but was still lacking a personal toilet.
    “Ma'am, the shot is ready,” informed Sandy.
    “I’m on my way.” As Kat stood up from her seat, she could clearly feel the strain on her bladder which had significantly increased in prominence, although this had gone unnoticed because she had been sitting down all this while.
    “Maybe I should go to the toilets first, then report at the sets ” Katrina thought.
    As she opened the door to the single common toilet stall present on the entire set, she was mortified by the sight of filthiness. It seemed the crew hadn’t cleaned or maintained the loos for a very long time now. It smelled absolutely horrible, and she covered her face with her hand to ward off the stench. “I am never going to use such a nasty loo” she told herself.
    The only way left for her was to hold her pee until the shoot ended.
    She shot a look at her wrist watch. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so she still had 3 hours to go before she could go home. “I can wait that long” she thought.
    Little did she knew that she had seriously miscalculated how much she drank earlier, in fact she was being a little too overconfident on her holding abilities.
    Wearing light blue jeans and a white top as per her character’s needs, she walked off towards the sets.
    On regular days she’d go to the loo every thirty minutes, but if necessary she could easily wait for up to a couple of hours. Kat had been desperate to pee only a handful of times before and she was unaware of the fact that the limits of her boastful cast iron bladder were going to be severely tested that day.
    After a short discussion, they launched into the dialogue sequence. Unfortunately, the male protagonist wasn’t well prepared and they had to do the scene over a few times.
    Kat’s urge to go to the toilet was becoming more serious by the moment. Maybe her decision to resume the shoot without responding to her nature calls was wrong after all. Nevertheless she kept shooting, putting her need to urinate on the back burner.
    She made sure not to consume any more liquids, though; the amount of water she had drunk earlier was already proving to be too much to be held back with ease.
    As the time passed slowly, her need to piss increased at an alarming rate. In fact, it had intensified to such an extent that it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee now, though Katrina was still adamant not to use the toilet on the sets.
    “I’ll quickly wrap up the shoot and head home,” she thought.
    Even before she was a world famous celebrity, Katrina had always despised using public loos. Being a cleanliness freak, she would never allow herself to walk into such filthy areas, no matter how desperate she was.
    The director planned to film her monologue first. Katrina started with her text and after a minute the camera operator stopped and asked her to do it again because of some lighting problem. Then she wasn’t able to deliver the exact expressions and emotions the director wanted from her, and this delayed the shoot a little more. During her monologue, she was asked to stop and repeat a little part a few times. After about an hour or so of this, she was really feeling a massive urge to pee.
    She tried to act normally, but several times she found herself squirming and rubbing her thighs together, growing a bit uncomfortable now.
    “Kat! Can I talk to you for a second” the director asked. He probably wanted to discuss some scenes before they filmed them. "The screenwriter has just given us some changes to the script, sorry !"
    As they spoke, Katrina stood with her legs wide apart. Crossing them would have been too suggestive of her desperate state, but even so she was gritting her teeth from needing to pee really badly now. She revised her monologue on a minute’s notice; even though she was rather distracted by her almost full bladder , she knew she had to focus on her work.
    As she shot the scene, she thought of the day when she left her home in London, to make a career in the Hindi film industry, or "Bollywood" as it is familiarly called.
    When she first came to India, she didn’t even speak the native tongue, but still she was confident she would pull it off. Those days of struggle and hardships were the ones that molded her into what she was today. They had said she could never be an actress but she had proven them all wrong, hadn't she? If she could do that, surely she could manage to hold her pee in just a bit longer !
    It was 7:20 pm when the shoot finally came to an end. Katrina had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive.
    “We’ll be going straight home,” she informed Sandy.
    “Ma'am, I am truly sorry, but you’ve to attend Mrs. Chawla’s charity function, since you’ve been invited as one of the Chief Guests at the event,” Sandy said. "It is crucial for you to make an appearance, otherwise, you know, it gives a bad impression.”
    “Oh, right, I totally forgot about that! I don’t feel like going at all…” Katrina sighed, “…but since Mrs. Chawla is a close friend, it is better to attend the function, I suppose.”
    “Ma'am, if you really don’t feel like, then let it be, I’ll just tell her that you were busy with your shoots or something,” Sandy suggested.
    “No, it’s okay, the event is for a good cause and I shouldn’t withhold my support ,” Kat replied, “But is there any way we could head home first, and then attend the event?” she asked, really wanting to use the loo at home.
    “Ma'am, I’m afraid not. We’re already running late for the event; if we're going, then we'd better hurry up,” Sandy said.
    Katrina stood there for a moment, balancing her urgent need against her desire to help a friend.
    Finally she said, “Okay then, let’s go. I just hope they have a clean toilet , because I would really like to use the restroom as soon as we get there!”
    This was the first time Sandy was made fully aware of Katrina’s condition, although she wasn’t surprised since she had seen Kat drinking a lot of water during the shoot earlier that day.
    “Sure ma’am, I’ll call them up and ask them to arrange a hygienic restroom facility for you,” Sandy replied.
    Wearing a pink top and a pair of fashionably tight blue jeans now, she left for the event. No sensible woman would have ever left the set, needing to pee as much as she did.
    With most of the water still remaining to pass through her, she was in for a desperate ride. It was a total gamble to try to hold it and travel since she already was immensely desperate and there was a huge possibility that she’d be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic jam at this time of day.
    As the ride towards the event continued, Kat was growing considerably frantic. She could feel she was already holding a lot of liquid in her bladder. She crossed her legs, and rubbed her thighs with her hands; she was ready to do anything that would have reduced the pressure.
    “My bladder is bursting, Sandy! When are we going to get there?” She inquired, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from her rock hard abdomen. It eased a great deal of pressure down there, but she still was longing to pee.
    Her assistant noticed that Kat was getting quite restless and irritated.
    Then again, what else could you expect from a person who had not been able to use the toilet for a good six hours or, in her case, even longer than that?
    “Oh dear, are you going to be okay?” Sandy asked, a bit concerned now. “We’ll be there before you know it...”
    “I hope so!”
    Every now and then Kat lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from the destination she was. She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands on her knees rocking back and forth.
    Sure enough, the traffic was terrible, and it was 7:45 pm when the car ultimately reached its destination. Katrina held her bladder with her left hand and wiggled her butt a little.
    “OH yeah! I’m ready for my big release!” she chirped with excitement, looking out of the dark tinted window of her car. She had never felt her bladder this full ; obviously she was dying for a pee.
    She seemed a lot more fidgety and uncomfortable than she had been even just a few moments before; bouncing on her seat, wanting the car to stop so she could make a bee-line to the ladies.
    Sitting inside, she could see the massive crowd of people awaiting her, bright lights and all the glitter of stardom. This was what she had been working her entire life for.
    As her long BMW pulled up and stopped, she collected some grace in her demeanor and took a step out of the car onto the green carpet; meanwhile the fans went crazy shouting and howling her name. After all they had stood hours waiting for her and obviously there were paparazzi present at the venue too. She had to act normal, as if nothing was wrong. She couldn’t give out a clue that she was desperate to go to the restroom!
    Meanwhile an usher came to escort her.
    “This way ma'am..” he said as he guided her along. Katrina gently cupped her now quite visible bladder bulge and followed him till she reached the backstage area.
    “Where are the toilets?” she asked, but just as she did, she heard the host announce her name.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only, Katrina Kaif!” a thunderous round of applause and cheering followed. This was her cue to make her entrance on stage, and normally there was no way she would have delayed it, but she absolutely had to use the restroom now.
    “Sandy, couldn’t you ask them to hold on for a moment? They didn’t give me any time to freshen up, I really need to use the loo,” she said.
    “Ma'am , you've already been announced, and they are waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, it’s time to be on stage,” an event manager informed her.
    There was no escaping it now; she had to be on stage no matter what. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly, but it looked like she would have to hold it a while longer.
    There was a repetitive chant of, “I have to go to the washroom ….. I have to go to the washroom,” inside her head as she stood there.
    Unwillingly Katrina climbed upon the stage slowly and carefully, making sure not to put any strain on her super-full bladder.
    The audience and media went berserk as they got the first glimpse of their favorite star, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs blinding her as they took their photographs. They were whistling and calling her name out to try to get her to look in their direction, as Katrina waved to her fans, received the bouquet of flowers humbly and went straight to occupy one of the seats on stage.
    She felt a drop of sweat running down her back; maybe her body was trying to get rid of the excess liquid.
    “Yes.. the more I sweat, the less I have to pee” she thought, but the cool breeze flowing through the open air event wasn’t helping and being seated, there was little to nothing she could do to help her body sweat more.
    She didn’t give a hoot about the ongoing event. Her entire thought process was focused on the fact that she needed to piss like a race horse.
    She sat there wiggling her body as unobtrusively as possible, trying to endure this unfavorable situation.
    “Now I call upon the ever-so-gorgeous Bollywood beauty Katrina Kaif to come and share her thoughts about the issue,” said the host.
    Unfortunately, Katrina didn’t remember what ‘issue’ the host was speaking of.
    She had entirely lost her presence of mind but she had to speak something or else what would the media and her beloved fans think of her?
    Katrina methodically and cautiously took small steps to the podium, trying her level best to keep her posture as gracious as possible, amidst the huge sound of claps and howls. Her bladder was full to the brim, and this made it impossible for her to even stand straight let alone walk. There she stood on the stage, with her bladder ready to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb. She felt really uncomfortable standing in front of such a huge crowd and wanting to go to the toilet so badly. As she spoke through the mike, she rubbed her thighs together, uttering random phrases that were coming to her mouth, she wasn’t even able to think straight from needing to pee so badly. The audience couldn’t really understand what she was trying to say, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least.
    Katrina didn’t have any idea what issue she was supposed to be talking about; all her focus and endurance was being burned up in the effort to stand still and hold her pee in.
    Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt in her bladder intensifying the pressure manifold. Knowing just how close she had come to wetting herself at that point, she almost buried her hand in her crotch but somehow resisted, realizing she was in full public view at the moment.
    “…..I thank you all once again,” she managed to say, before she went back to her seat.
    Kat was steeling herself to keep from running off the stage to use the nearest toilet available as it would have seemed to be rude and disrespectful.
    Instead, she waited patiently, nursing an aching bladder between her hips as the next speaker rose and made their way to the podium.
    She crossed her legs so tightly her posture almost looked unnatural, but anything that helped reduce the incredible strain on her sphincter was crucial. Losing control and wetting herself was not at all an option... what would her fans think if she were to have an accident in public, and at a charity function, no less? Her impeccable social image, the aura of a perfect dream life that a star carries around, all of that would be over for her. It was this thought that gave her the courage and stamina to hang on.
    Finally after 20 minutes of honorary award distribution, the event came to its end.
    Kat wasted no time in making her exit. She clasped her butt as soon as she got off the stage. The pressure she was experiencing on her pee hole was colossal, and the only thing on her mind was to get inside a toilet and take a wee. It didn’t even matter to her anymore if it was a personal toilet or a public one; all that mattered was gaining relief.
    “Lead me to the toilets, please…. I’ve got to drain my bladder,” Katrina asked Sandy, desperately shaking her thighs.
    “Ma'am, I am afraid there are no toilets here,” Sandy replied, avoiding any eye contact.
    As Katrina heard this, a wave of horror ran through her body. She almost lost control and wet herself then and there, but somehow barely managed to keep the desperate urge in check.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered fiercely, making sure nobody else could listen to them as the bouncers made way through the crowd for her.
    “I am really sorry ma'am, but this event is being held at an open ground with no restroom facilities,” Sandy replied guiltily. For some reason, she almost felt as if it was her fault that Kat wasn’t getting an opportunity to relieve herself.
    She realized what Sandy had said was actually the truth; it was an open field.
    “Hey!, Are there any toilets around?” Katrina asked an event coordinator who happened to be nearby.
    “No, ma'am, there are no toilets around here.” he answered before continuing on his way in a rush.
    Sandy saw that Katrina’s bladder was now bulging out like a basketball. No wonder she was so desperate!
    Poor Kat was left speechless. She had been so sure that once she’d gotten off of the stage, she could finally take a long glorious piss, but it looked like she might have to push herself even more and hang on until she found a solution to the serious crisis she was dealing with.
    “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?” she asked herself.
    She was fidgeting now, really worried about when and where she was going to pee.
    When she was certain that there weren’t any toilets around, she made a decision that was quite risky. There was a major chance that she’d not be able to pull it off and would end up failing miserably and peeing her pants. The only way out of this suffering was to try to get home to use the toilet. There was absolutely no other option left.
    “Sandy, we are leaving right now!” she exclaimed, revealing the extent of her desperation.
    The thought of holding her pee till she reached home sent chills up and down her spine. She had already come really close to wetting her panties just now.
    The plan was to make a quick exit out of the event and head straight home. People were trying to talk to her but the bouncers were fending them off, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being mobbed.
    Kat saw Mrs. Chawla talking to some guests. It is a common courtesy to say goodbye to your host before you leave, so she went up straight to her.
    “Hello...” she greeted Mrs. Chawla as they both exchanged a kiss on their cheeks.
    “I am so glad you showed up my dear…” Mrs. Chawla stated, smiling as widely as possible.
    “Oh it’s nothing. It was a wonderful event, but I am surprised there aren’t any toilets around here?” Katrina said, bouncing on her knees not caring if it made her desperation obvious. She was not trying to keep up appearances now; she was just trying to keep from losing control and ending up with in a massive flood cascading down her pants.
    “Yes , I am sorry for that," Mrs. Chawla said distractedly.
    She seemed quite oblivious to Kat's state of advanced desperation as she took her by the hand and led her away from the door.
    "Come, let me introduce you to Mr. Singhania, he flew here from Dubai just to attend this event…”
    Katrina interacted with the guests unwillingly for a couple of minutes, all the while having to contain a vast quantity of liquid in her, and feeling more full than she had ever been in her whole life. She tried to concentrate, but it seemed like they all were just blabbering on and on. They had no idea that she was nursing a bladder which was ready to start overflowing with pee at any moment.
    At last, when Katrina could hardly manage to think of anything else except, “I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! " she said, “I think I’ll leave Mrs. Chawla, I must go home now,” making a hugging gesture, trying to bail out as fast as she could.
    “Oh dear, can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Mrs. Chawla asked, wanting her to stay, as she held Kat by her elbow. "So many of them have come just to see you, you know..."
    Katrina forced a smile on her face and said, “No I really have to go," before she added softly, "I can’t begin to tell you just how much I need to pee right now,” shaking her legs a little bit.
    “Looks like you’re really desperate for the loo! So sad, we couldn’t arrange restrooms at this place, then you could have stayed longer” Mrs. Chawla said, finally noticing the state poor Kat was in. “Well, never mind, I’ll see you again soon.”
    “Ya, b-bye!” Kat said and left as quickly as possible heading straight to the place where her car was waiting for her, completely ignoring any calls from her fans who were shouting her name loud enough to make the entire neighborhood echo.
    The walk to the car was sheer agony; each step felt like it would tear her bladder apart.
    For such a) slim girl she had a pretty big tank, but after all, every bladder has its limits. She waved to every gazing eye and quickly got inside the car.
    It was 8:30 pm by the time she made her departure.
    “Let’s go home quick” she ordered her driver, as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to take some pressure off of her pee hole.
    Katrina made the driver put up the partition screen so he couldn’t watch or listen to what was going on in the back seat. She definitely didn’t want him to witness her desperation, and it was also a precaution in case she finally lost control and wet her pants during the ride home.
    “Oh Sandy, it was such a long day,” she said breathing heavily, giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes as she looked out of the window.
    “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon” Sandy replied encouragingly.
    Kat was happy to finally be rushing home to pee after an entire day of work. She only wished there was an even faster way to get there so she could end her dilemma.
    She undid the button and zipper of her jeans, which reduced a great deal of pressure from her bladder. She caressed her painfully swollen abdomen, “I drank like….like … so much water.. .and I’ve been holding it for so long…” she stated, squirming and wiggling her butt.
    She was extremely worried now about whether she’d be able to reach home in time or not.
    She was feeling a lot better with her zip undone, but later when she would get out of the car she was going to suffer in agony when she will need to do it up again, compressing her swollen bladder once more.
    She didn’t have any idea of what time it was, she didn’t care what day it was, she didn’t know where they were going, all she was concerned about was her need to pee which was driving her crazy.
    “I've really got to go…” she sighed.
    Each speed bump on the way made her bladder want to explode.
    She was vigorously rubbing her crossed thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other. Her breathing had turned really heavy, signifying her extreme need to relieve herself. She was about to pee all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. She wasn’t ready to let go of her perfect life model; she always used to think that a star’s life should be perfect, that nothing should happen against their desire, but here she was, holding her crotch. The moment she wet herself her perfect life would end, then and there.
    Somewhere at the back of her mind she just wanted to scream at the driver to pull over so she could pee by the side of the road, but that would have made a major NEWS headlines for tomorrow morning and she certainly didn’t want that.
    As the car neared a traffic signal that flashed red, she panicked, “Oh my god, we’re gonna stop.” The driver pressed on the brakes, and this sudden lurch was enough to make her lose control for a moment. She spurted a stream of wee into her panties, and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her jeans before Katrina somehow managed to regain control of her sphincter and stem the flow immediately.
    “Oh my fucking god, it’s starting to come out…” her body was wracked by shivers, and she could feel that her chances of making it in time were fading away little by little.
    “I really should have used the toilet on the sets..” she gasped. "I don't think I can hold on much longer...I'm not going to make it."
    “Oh no, hang in there Kat” Sandy said, with a hint of support and sympathy in her tone.
    Katrina had fought a gallant battle against her body, but now it seemed like her control was slipping. Still, she was so close to her home now and her self-respect would not let her to give in to the situation. She wasn’t ready to succumb to her need and wet herself just yet; she would hold on until she couldn't any longer.
    As the car neared her apartment building, Katrina squeezed her crotch with all the strength left inside her.
    “Oh my god, I can see the fucking entrance, 17 floors…” she sighed.
    She said this to herself so that she could collect all her will and resolve to hold it back until she reached the toilet.
    The very moment, the car finally stopped, she literally jumped out of it without even trying to zip up her jeans. Any additional pressure would have been dangerous at this point.
    She had left a small patch of urine on the car seat but she didn’t notice it. Holding her rock hard bladder with one hand and covering the unbuttoned part of her jeans with the other, she took quick baby steps to the elevator, leaving Sandy behind in her haste. She didn’t care if anyone saw the wet patch on her crotch, at least it was better than completely wetting herself in public.
    After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was seemingly too taxing for her bladder, but Katrina somehow managed to control the urge to pee which was now almost overwhelming her. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but she was just a few brief moments away from the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now!
    She hobbled across the empty hallway; no sign of a single person gave her the chance to grab her crotch again. She pressed the button to call for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she quickly got inside just as Sandy finally caught up to her.
    The elevator started ascending slowly, much too slowly.
    “Oh my god, no….” Katrina cried out with a look of horror on her face as another two second long stream of fresh, hot urine ran down her right leg, expanding the wet patch drastically along the way as it went. A few dribbles fell on the floor, making it evident that she was losing control of her bladder now.
    “Fuck, this is embarrassing..” she sighed, her confidence shattered a bit.
    What if the world knew that the ever-perfect star was not that perfect after all?
    Her entire body was trembling with the sheer pressure of needing to pee so much. She knew there was a hidden camera installed in the elevator, so a taking a leak there was not possible. That bit of video would be probably posted to the various social media sites and go viral before she even had a chance to get inside and change her clothes!
    This was the moment when Sandy actually felt sorry for the actress. She couldn’t stand watching Katrina in such a vulnerable state but there was no way she could help her out.
    Getting to the desired floor was taking a while and time went by slowly, almost seeming to stand still as Kat anxiously watched the lights indicating each floor it was passing.
    “When are we going to get there?!” Kat wailed, her face looking almost as if she was about to cry.
    “Hold on just a while more, we’ll be there any moment…” Sandy quoted.
    “I’ve never held my pee this long ever before…” Katrina breathed, as she blew air from her pursed lips, denoting the incredible amount of pressure she was battling to hold back the inevitable flood. She violently wiggled her legs as she kept pressing her hand into her wet crotch.
    Finally, the moment came when the lift finally stopped at the 17th floor.
    Katrina knew her maid must be at home so there was no bother looking for the keys to get in.
    She held her breath with all her might as the elevator opened.
    She was sure that if she relaxed her body for even a moment she would loose control of her bladder. With her body significantly bent forward she took tiny steps to the door of her apartment and rang the bell, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open it.
    Instead, Kat could hear the sound of a loud vacuum cleaner, and the blaring of Indian pop music from the radio on the other side of the door.
    “Oh my God, she’s not answering the door” she said as she doubled over in agony, legs tightly crossed and grabbing her crotch with her left hand all this while. Luckily there was no one around to witness her predicament.
    Every single second seemed like an eternity to her, since she was holding so much back.
    After waiting for about ten seconds, Katrina rang the bell again, this time almost continuously pressing the buzzer.
    “Open the door quick… I have to go to the toilet!” she yelled as she banged on the door multiple times, 20 times in a row in fact, hoping that the maid would hear it over the sound of the radio and vacuum cleaner .
    She took sparse breaths; she was trying to keep her body as stiff and taut as possible.
    At this point any muscle relaxation would have been dangerous.
    She took out her phone from her jeans pocket and called her maid now. Sandy saw her hands shaking as she did this.
    “Pick up the call, pick up the call,” Kat chanted to herself as she heard the phone ringing.
    As she stood there, Katrina’s legs were trembling, her wee was right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably and this time she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
    The maid wasn’t answering the call. She probably couldn't hear anything above the sound of the vacuum cleaner and the music.
    Kat had thought of using the toilet right at the moment she got home, but it seemed like it wasn’t her day, and the denial of her anticipated release only made things worse. She had wanted to go to the toilet for almost eight hours now... how much longer would she have to wait to gain the relief she had needed so desperately all this while?
    She tried to ring her for a last time.
    “Hello?” the maid finally answered.
    “Can’t you hear that I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long?” Kat yelled through the phone, hopping from foot to foot.
    “Sorry ma'am! I was using the vacuum, I didn’t hear anything,” the maid replied, as she hurriedly walked towards the door to open it.
    “ I’ve to go to the toilet, open the door quick!’ Kat cried, with a look of utmost distress and agony on her face.
    “Just a moment ma'am..” the maid replied as she disconnected the call, dreading the fact that, how angry her boss would be once she let her in.
    Kat again rang the doorbell several times in frustration and pain, the maid finally opened the door.
    “Where the fuck have you been?!” Katrina shouted.
    She made a mad dash for the toilet, but had to stop suddenly, grabbing her crotch real hard as once again a one second long forceful spurt of urine escaped into her panties, widening the already huge wet patch on the crotch of her jeans and the right leg. This made her hold her breath even harder and make her muscles more stiff as she stood there leaning against the wall with one hand and grabbing her crotch with the other as she tried to regain a little control.
    “Oh no.., just a few more steps…” she cried out.
    Relief was now so close, yet still agonizingly far away.
    Each step increased the extreme pain in her bladder and made her feel each drop of the vast quantity of pee she had been bottling in for so long now.
    As she finally reached the toilet she opened the door quicker than she had opened any door in her entire life. She didn’t bother to lock it, although she pushed it a little to make the door slide close.
    Katrina could not even wait until she was fully seated on the toilet; the instant her panties were down and her legs just starting to bend her pee came blasting out like a fire-hose jetting all over and she dropped on the seat completely tired from holding it for so long.
    “Aaaaaah…!” she sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she face upwards. “Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed as she relaxed her aching bladder muscles completely and let her pee pour out. Then, “Oh the pressure!”
    She would have never have believed she was capable of peeing with such force. She had always been a steady stream girl, even when absolutely desperate, but this was the biggest blast of wee she had ever managed. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion.
    Her thoughts and sight were blurred by the relief she was feeling. Her eyeballs rolled back in utter bliss of finally being able to empty her bursting bladder. The feeling of relief was sheer ecstasy to her, and she felt a euphoric shiver run across her body. The stream coming out of her hole was so thick and strong that it felt like it would make a hole in the porcelain.
    “Huff…” she breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her urine as it continued gushing out of her bladder ferociously.
    It was uncanny that even after spurting so much piss for so long she still had a copious amount inside of her. There was a never-ending stream of pee rushing out of her now.
    Both Sandy and the maid could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of pee falling into the toilet bowl, and Sandy imagined the immense relief now flowing through Katrina's body.
    “It feels so good to finally release it!” Kat thought.
    After about a minute and a half of strong flow her stream slowed a bit, then became intermittent. Each spurt of urine that came out of her body gave her unbelievable satisfaction.
    She gave a couple of more thick short blasts and came to the conclusion that she was done peeing. Her bladder was finally empty, although it still hurt and felt extremely stretched.
    “Phew… that was a lot!” she said to herself with a smile running across her face.
    Oh, that feeling of a deflated bladder was beyond words.
    She stood up and regained her composure.
    This was undoubtedly the most important pee of her life and the longest one too.
    She was lucky there hadn’t been any unusually heavy Mumbai traffic that day, or God knows what would have happened.
    She pulled her wet jeans and panties back on, and it was only then that she realized just how big the wet patch actually was. It ran from her crotch all the way down to the ankle of the right leg of her jeans.
    “It seems I really needed to pee after all.. ” she said to herself, massaging her abdomen.
    As she came out of the toilet, she saw Sandy and her maid waiting for her in the dining room. They both saw the huge wet patch on her jeans but kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass their boss any further.
    “I want no one to know about this, understood?” she ordered. “And, Sandy, you tell the producer to get me a replacement vanity by tomorrow or I'm done with the shoot for that movie!”
    “Yes ma’am!” they said meekly in unison as they watched the star walk into her room and slam the door behind her.
    When she was out of sight behind the closed door however, Kat couldn't help smiling at the memory of her desperate day, and wondering if and when it might happen again…… soon.
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    Pain got a reaction from gladonfiyor for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
  4. Upvote
    Pain got a reaction from PluggedUp_Full for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
  5. Upvote
    Pain got a reaction from Aloe for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
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    Pain got a reaction from frosty for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
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    Pain got a reaction from BladderFull12 for a blog entry, A Song Of Swords   
    “You ought to cover your head, my Queen" Sir Edward told as their horses plodded ahead, “You will take a chill."
     
    "It is only water, Sir Edward,” Charlotte replied. Her long brunette hair hung wet and heavy, a loose strand stuck to her forehead, and she could imagine how ragged and wild she must look, but for once she did not care. The rain was soft and warm. Charlotte liked the feel of it on her face, gentle as a mother's kisses. It took her back to her childhood, to long grey days at Longford. She remembered the small wooded area within the walls of their castle, drooping branches heavy with moisture, and the sound of her brother's laughter as he chased her through piles of damp leaves. She remembered making mud pies with her sister, the weight of them, the mud slick and brown between her fingers. How young they all had been.
     
    She scarcely had felt the rain in the past few years. Things had changed after she married King Owain and moved south. Where once she used to run and play and spend her time with her siblings, all she did now was sit at council meetings and listen to the whims and notions of her advisors. The King had left this duty to her when he passed away. A kingdom to rule and a boy to raise.
     
    Charlotte had almost forgotten. In her homeland, the rain sometimes fell cold and hard, and sometimes at night it turned to ice. It was as likely to kill a crop as nurture it, and it sent grown men running for the nearest shelter. That was no rain for little girls to play in.
     
    She exhaled slowly, pressing her left hand against her bulging stomach. She could feel waves of urine crashing against the walls of her bladder as her mount trotted forward. The quantity of water she had drunk throughout the way was plenty and she hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself after she left the Capital this morning.
     
    "I am soaked through," Sir Edward complained. "Even my bones are wet." The woods pressed close around them, and the steady pattering of rain on leaves was accompanied by the small sucking sounds their horses made as their hooves pulled free of the mud.
     
    "We will want a fire tonight, my Queen, and a hot meal would serve us both."
     
    "There is an inn at the crossroads up ahead,” Charlotte told him. She had slept many a night there in her youth, traveling with her father. Lord Merek Torrington had been a restless man in his prime, always riding somewhere. She still remembered the innkeep, a fat man named Domnall who chewed sourleaf night and day and seemed to have an endless supply of smiles and sweet cakes for the children. The sweet cakes had been soaked with honey, rich and heavy on the tongue, but how Charlotte had dreaded those smiles. The sourleaf had stained Domnall 's teeth a dark red, and made his smile a bloody horror.
     
    "An inn," Sir Edward repeated wistfully. "If only . . . but we dare not risk it. If we wish to remain unknown, I think it best we seek out some small holdfast . . . " He broke off as they heard sounds up the road; splashing water, the clink of mail, a horse's whinny.
     
    "Riders," he warned, his hand dropping to the hilt of his sword. Even on the highway, it never hurt to be wary.
     
    They followed the sounds around a lazy bend of the road and saw them; a column of armed men noisily fording a swollen stream. Charlotte reined up to let them pass. The banner in the hand of the foremost rider hung sodden and limp, but the guardsmen wore grey cloaks and on their shoulders flew the silver eagle of Restormel. "Calverts,” Sir Edward whispered to her, as if she had not known. "My Queen, best pull up your hood."
     
    Charlotte made no move. Lord Earl Calvert himself rode with them, surrounded by his Knights, his son Baron by his side and their squires close behind. The travelers had always been thick as flies upon the highway; Knights and freeriders, singers with their harps and drums, heavy wagons laden with hops or corn or casks of honey, traders and craftsmen and whores, all kept the highway busy round the year.
     
    She studied Lord Earl boldly. The last time she had seen him he had been jesting with her uncle at her wedding feast; the Calverts stood bannermen to the Torringtons, and his gifts had been lavish. His brown hair was salted with white now, his face chiseled gaunt by time, yet the years had not touched his pride. He rode like a man who feared nothing. Charlotte envied him that; she had come to fear so much. As the riders passed, Lord Earl nodded a curt greeting, but it was only a high lord's courtesy to strangers chance met on the road. There was no recognition in those fierce eyes, and his son did not even waste a look.
     
    "He did not know you," Sir Edward said after, wondering.
     
    "He saw a pair of mud-spattered travelers by the side of the road, wet and tired. It would never occur to him to suspect that one of them was the Queen and the daughter of his liege lord. I think we shall be safe enough at the inn, Sir Edward."
     
    It was near dark when they reached it, at the crossroads north of the great confluence of the rivers. Domnall was fatter and greyer than Charlotte remembered, still chewing his sourleaf, but he gave them only the most cursory of looks, with nary a hint of his ghastly red smile. "Two rooms at the top of the stair, that's all there is," he said, chewing all the while. "They're under the bell tower, you won't be missing meals, though there's some thinks it too noisy. Can't be helped. We're full up, or near as makes no matter. It's those rooms or the road."
     
    It was those rooms, low, dusty garrets at the top of a cramped narrow staircase. "Leave your boots down here," Domnall told them after he'd taken their coin. "The boy will clean them. I won't have you tracking mud up my stairs. Mind the bell. Those who come late to meals don't eat." There were no smiles, and no mention of sweet cakes.
     
    Charlotte climbed the stairs with aching thighs and made way into her room. It was small but she couldn’t complain. She just had to spend the night. They’d be gone from here come day break.
     
    She closed the door and bent down to look under the bed for the chamber pot, but it wasn’t there. Maybe the inn servant forgot to keep one in the room. She stood back up and caressed her lower belly. All the water she had drunk wanted to come out but there was nowhere to go. The thought that she won’t be able to relieve herself immediately, irritated her, but she kept her calm. Her need wasn’t pressing at the moment and she decided she could wait and see if the servant boy brought her a chamber pot.
     
    When the supper bell rang, the sound was deafening. Charlotte had changed into dry clothes. She sat by the window, watching rain run down the pane. The glass was milky and full of bubbles, and a wet dusk was falling outside. Charlotte could just make out the muddy crossing where the two great roads met.
     
    The crossroads gave her pause. If they turned west from here, it was an easy ride down to her homeland. Her father had always given her wise counsel when she needed it most, and she yearned to talk to him, to warn him of the gathering storm.
     
    The Daltons were conspiring against the throne and she knew a war was soon to come. This was the reason she had left her ten year old in the safety of their keep and travelled so far to meet her father. To inform him of the impending danger. She could have trusted no one with the word; she had to convey it herself.
     
    “A large party attracts unwelcome attention. I would not have the Daltons know of our movements” she had said to Sir Edward on his suggestion to send a squad of guardsmen with her. Hence she had decided to take the perilous highway all alone with no one but her most trusted advisor on her side. The Queen knew two riders can move as fast as one, and a good deal faster than a long column burdened by wagons and wheelhouses.
     
    If the throne needed to brace for war, how much more so her father, so much closer to the Daltons, with their power looming to the east like a shadow. If only her father had been stronger, she wouldn’t have worried so much, but Lord Merek Torrington had been bedridden these past three years, and Charlotte was unwilling to tax him now. But she had no choice.
     
    The eastern road was wilder and more dangerous, climbing through rocky foothills and thick forests into the mountains, past high passes and deep chasms. Above the valley, the Dunstanburgh Castle stood high and unconquerable, its towers reaching for the sky. There lived the Daltons, her enemies who shrouded themselves as friends.
     
    Charlotte was sure the Daltons had no idea that she knew about their treachery but how long could she count on this?
     
    Sooner or later, they would make their move and slay anyone who stood between them and the throne.
     
    Sir Edward came for her just as the bell ceased its clangor. "We had best make haste if we hope to eat tonight, my Queen."
     
    "It might be safer if we were not Knight and Queen until we reach our destination," she told him. "Common travelers attract less notice. A father and daughter taken to the road on some family business, say."
     
    "As you say, my Queen," Sir Edward agreed. It was only when she laughed that he realized what he'd done. "The old courtesies die hard, my—my daughter." He sighed with exasperation.
     
    Charlotte took his arm. "Come, Father," she said. "You'll find that Domnall sets a good table, I think, but try not to praise him. You truly don't want to see his smile."
     
    The common room was long and drafty, with a row of huge wooden kegs at one end and a fireplace at the other. A serving boy ran back and forth with skewers of meat while Domnall drew beer from the kegs, chewing his sourleaf all the while.
    The benches were crowded, townsfolk and farmers mingling freely with all manner of travelers. The crossroads made for odd companions; dyers with black and purple hands shared a bench with rivermen reeking of fish, an ironsmith thick with muscle squeezed in beside a wrinkled old septon, hard-bitten sellswords and soft plump merchants swapped news like boon companions.
     
    Sir Edward found them an empty place on the bench near the kitchen. He called for bread and meat and beer in a tone that meant now.
     
    The serving boy came scurrying up. He laid trenchers of bread before them and filled them with chunks of browned meat off a skewer, dripping with hot juice. Another skewer held tiny onions, fire peppers, and fat mushrooms. Sir Edward set to lustily as the lad ran back to fetch them beer.
     
    “You could start eating…” he said, almost spilling the words ‘my Queen’ from his mouth.
     
    “Please go ahead father… I’ve no hunger but a drink of beer would suffice…” Charlotte smiled.
     
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
     
    “Yes,” she nodded slightly.
     
    Sir Edward dug in, eating voraciously at first but then slowly as he started to feel fuller. Charlotte drank a few mugs of beer. The Queen rarely ever partook but when she did, she made sure to quench her thirst for a good while.
     
    Even though she was the Queen, not many knew her face. A few commoners scarcely had ever had the chance to see the Queen, even less likely for those who weren’t from the Capital. It meant she could be there as long as she wanted, amongst those people and enjoy her beer with a song.
     
    They sat there for long, listening to the melodious hymns from a singer who boasted aloud to be the best in his craft.
     
    Charlotte enjoyed his voice, and how his fingers played with the wood harp, although the same could not be said about Sir Edward.
     
    His opinion of singers was well known; music was a lovely thing for girls, but he could not comprehend why any healthy boy would fill his hand with a harp when he might have had a sword.
     
    At last, when the night fell deep and dark, they decided it was time to take leave.
     
    It was when Charlotte entered back in her room, ready to relieve herself after a long day, that she remembered the lack of a chamber pot. She just stood there for a moment, with her hands on her hips, contemplating what to do.
     
    She was uncomfortably aware that she already had a lot of urine in her bladder but she wasn’t willing to go all the way down again to just ask for a chamber pot. Tired and weary, she climbed onto her bed, covered herself with the blanket and let the patter of rain drops on the window lull her to sleep.
     
    ***
     
    Loud bangs on the wooden door woke the Queen up. The sharp sun rays filtering in through the window pierced her eyes and she quickly shaded her face with her hand. Charlotte realized it was morning. She had slept like a log.
     
    “Daughter, are you awake? We must get going….” Lord Edward shouted from outside, slamming the door with his fist.
     
    “Yes” as the Queen sat up on her bed, a sudden spasm told how full her bladder had gotten over the course of the night. She held her abdomen and climbed off the bed, quickly stepping towards the door to open it.
     
    “My Queen, we must leave immediately,” Sir Edward started as he stepped in and locked the door, “I’ve heard a party of Dalton riders is heading this way, maybe they know we’re here…” he added, trying to catch his breath.
     
    Queen Charlotte’s eyes widened in horror. If this was true, both their lives were in danger. The Daltons would never get a better chance to remove the Queen from their way to the throne.
     
    “How did you come to know?” she asked.
     
    “I heard a few men talking of their arrival. The Daltons have friends everywhere” he paused to take a breath “I’ve readied the horses we had best make haste, my lady.”
     
    Queen Charlotte stood there for a moment, weighing her options. She had to relieve herself but the Daltons might get here any moment. She saw the Knight looking at her intently, waiting for her command. She could never tell him about her dilemma, that would gravely botch her dignity. A proper lady always knew to suppress her needs, no matter how bad they got. At the end of the rigorous battle in her mind, warily, she decided to leave.
     
    She wasted no time and quickly made her exit. She knew she had made the right choice but it was when she finally mounted her horse that she began to doubt herself. She had a lot to drink and all of it now sat in her bladder, waiting to be released. The pressure had seriously built up, but she decided she could wait until they were at a safe distance away from here.
     
    Of course she’d have to find somewhere to go, maybe a house or a holdfast. It was thought to be a matter of great disgrace if a lady of nobility was to relieve herself elsewhere than a privy or a chamberpot, so much that she’d be forced to flee the kingdom out of pure shame.
     
    Charlotte realized she’d just have to cork it up until she found some place suitable. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drinks and release none of it until she was ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them.
     
    The weather was cloudy with a few drops of rain falling intermittently. Things went slickly as Queen Charlotte and Sir Edward rode on for a few hours.
     
    The thought that they had managed to evade the enemy brought Charlotte some relief but her need to wee was making her concerned now. The one liter of water skin Sir Edward gave her before they started riding was now empty and Charlotte could now feel all of it making its way into her bladder. She knew they’d have to find somewhere she could relieve herself and soon. With her need elevating so quickly, the Queen didn’t know how much longer she could wait.
     
    They padded slowly through the soft ground to the river's edge, the sight and sound of the water making her need to piss much worse. But the Queen hid her discomfort well. She was resolute and still showed no signs of needing to relieve herself besides her inflated bladder region. She could never let Sir Edward know how badly she needed to go. That would be so disgraceful.
     
    They rode on ceaselessly until their butts felt sore and only stopped by the riverside when their thirst grew irresistible. Queen Charlotte watched in disdain as Sir Edward filled the water skin for her. If only he knew how full her bladder was.
    When she was sure Sir Edward wasn’t looking, Queen Charlotte squeezed herself under her dress a couple of times.
    Gods I’ve got to piss, she thought, feeling the pulses from her aching bladder. The temporary relief felt good but she knew it wouldn’t last long.
     
    Before long they were back on their way. It was nice under the trees. The Queen kept her mount to a walk, holding the reins lightly and looking all around her as they went ahead. She knew this wood, but she had been so long confined to the Capital, that she felt as though she were seeing it for the first time. The smells filled her nostrils; the sharp fresh tang of pine needles, the earthy odor of wet rotting leaves and the hints of animal musk. She caught a glimpse of a black squirrel moving through the branches of an oak, and watched intently at the silvery web of an empress spider.
     
    However, none of these things was sufficiently exciting to divert her mind from her pressing need to wee. She wanted to go much more badly now. It was frightening because she was getting worse almost by the minute. This was the time when all the water she had drunk was going through her the fastest. The thought of how much she had drunk, and that it was all going to end up in her bladder, was not something she wanted to contemplate and because she could not stop worrying about how badly she wanted to go, time was passing so slowly.
     
    The sun had begun to climb up the sky and the heat was beginning to rise. They were still leagues away from their destination. As they trotted forward, Sir Edward’s ears suddenly caught the sound of a horse’s whinny. "My Queen," he called out his voice hoarse with alarm. And in an instant, the road was full of soldiers pouring out of the woods.
     
    Fear crept under her skin as Charlotte glimpsed ringmail over leather, gauntlets and greaves, steel helms with a raging bull on the crests. Their cloaks clung to their backs. She had no time to count, but there were ten at least, a line of them, all mounted, blocking the trail, with longswords and iron-tipped spears. "Behind!" she heard Sir Edward cry, and when she turned her horse, there were more in back of them, cutting off their retreat. Sir Edward’s sword came singing from its scabbard. "Let us go!"
     
    “It was a long haul…” their leader said, “…but I suppose it ends here.”
     
    “Long time no see, Your Highness” The mud muffled the hooves of the blood bay stallion. The line parted before him. On a gray breastplate, the bull of Dalton resounded its rebelliousness. “I suppose you have been keeping well?”
     
    The Queen recognized the handsome Knight as Sir Jorge Writingham, a servant to the Daltons. She remembered him well from the times he had accompanied Lord Reynard Dalton to the Capital for royal feasts.
     
    “What is the meaning of this?” The Queen asked “I command you to clear the way at once!”
     
    “I don’t think you are in a position to command me” Sir Jorge smirked.
     
    Charlotte knew he was right. They were surrounded by dozens and her own strength was just one elderly Knight, armored in loyalty.
     
    “Let us pass and I will forgive your mistake” she stated.
     
    “Heh, I don’t need your forgiveness. I could cut you both into pieces and feed you to the dogs, and no one will ever know what happened here in these woods” Sir Jorge stared at Charlotte.
     
    “Mind your tongue, you bastard! This is the Queen you’re speaking to!” Sir Edward hollered.
     
    Sir Jorge ripped his longsword from its sheath and urged his stallion forward. "Show me your steel, Sir Edward. I'll butcher you like a lamb if I must, but I'd sooner you died with a blade in your hand.” He gave Queen Charlotte a cool, contemptuous glance that sent a chill down her spine.
     
    Sir Jorge poked at Sir Edward’s chest with the gilded sword. "Lord Reynard wants the Queen to come see him at Dunstanburgh " he sighed. "…and I have been honored with the duty to escort her there." He slid the golden sword into its sheath. "…but I suppose I can’t let you run to Lord Merek to tell him how I took your Queen captive." Sir Jorge pushed his wet hair back with his fingers and wheeled his horse around and glanced back at his captain. "Kill him."
     
    “NO!” Queen Charlotte screamed. She saw them cut the legs from Sir Edward's mount and drag him to the earth, swords rising and failing as they closed in around him. The sight nearly scared the piss out of her and she began to cry. Sir Edward was dead and now she was all alone, surrounded by the enemy.
     
    They pulled her off her horse and took away her dagger and her purse full of gold. As they were bundling her, and tying her hands with a length of coarse rope, the Queen felt truly afraid. She didn’t know what they would do with her once they got her to Dunstanburgh. Maybe they would take her prisoner? Maybe even rape her or kill her. She truly did not know.
    Her heart pounded in horror. Her bladder felt like a massive boulder jutting out of her gut as she stood there, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
     
    Then suddenly, someone pulled a hood down over her eyes and lifted her up onto a saddle. They set out at a hard gallop, and before long the Queen’s thighs were cramped and aching and her ass throbbed with pain.
     
    After a long ride, they slowed down to a trot, it was a miserable pounding journey over rough ground, made worse by her blindness. Every twist and turn put her in danger of falling off her horse. The hood muffled sound, so she could not make out what was being said around her. The rope around her wrists seemed to grow tighter as the sun started to go down.
     
    The twilight seeped through the cloth over her eyes when Sir Jorge gave the command to dismount. Rough hands pulled her down from her horse, untied her wrists, and yanked the hood off her head. It was beginning to grow dark but she could still see the narrow stony road, the foothills rising high and wild all around them, and the jagged snowcapped peaks on the distant horizon.
     
    “We make camp here for tonight, my Queen” Sir Jorge said in a tone that spilled mockery more than respect “…. keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t need anything” he commanded two of his men.
     
    I need to piss, Queen Charlotte thought but couldn’t dare say. Her need to empty her bladder had grown much worse since they took her captive. She was absolutely dying to wee yet there was nothing she could do. These men would not let her out of sight.
     
    Two of them would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was completely wedged.
     
    They lit a fire and spread out a large, soft blanket for her. She slowly took a seat on it, laying back and wincing as her unbearably overfilled bladder threatened to explode then and there. Every breath she took tormented her, sending waves of desperation that made her feel like she could lose control at any second.
     
    Charlotte couldn’t have expected them to give her privacy. It was not like she could accept even if they allowed her to go behind the bushes. A proper lady never makes her need to relieve herself known, she told herself firmly. She was determined not to cower but her body said otherwise.
     
    For a few short, mad moments, she considered simply getting up and going behind the bushes, admitting she had to wee right then, her bladder almost out of control and about to burst. But it would have been against everything she stood for. Under no condition could she compromise with her dignity. In that thought, she found the resolve to hold on. Having accepted the situation, and found the determination to cope with it, she now had to find the strength to back up her resolve, to get herself under some semblance of control, reduce the terrible urgency of her need to something more bearable.
     
    She crossed her legs and lied still, with her eyes closed, trying to think of something else other than her need. But her mind always wandered back. She wondered what would happen if she kept holding it. Would her bladder really explode? Or was that just a story told to children to threaten them into emptying their bladders before they left the house? Only time would tell.
     
    Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, containing her urine with every bit of strength. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely know if she was to lose control and wet herself. The first men in the Kingdom to witness the Queen piss herself, soaking her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said a silent prayer, asking the Lord Father to grant her strength in this difficult time. The fatigue soon pulled her to sleep.
     
    ***
    The next morning, she got up and saw just how large her bladder had become. It looked as if another liter had been added to its capacity over the night, such was its distention. The feeling of heaviness beneath her dress was beyond distracting, it had reached a level of painful urgency. Though, she was relieved that she didn’t wet herself in sleep, that would have been mortifying.
     
    Queen Charlotte just stood in the predawn chill, fighting off her immense need to urinate as the men around her prepared for the ride ahead. Crossing her legs now would not make the urge go away. Only by making a real effort and clenching her bladder shut could she make it go away, and as soon as she relaxed, it was back again. The cold had settled deep in her bones, and her legs were so sore she could scarcely walk.
     
    She realized her breath was shallow and quick as she tried to think clearly. The memory was still bitter. One moment she'd been well on her way to Longford to meet her father, and an eye blink later she was surrounded by armed men who were now dragging her in the opposite way. She had two days more riding ahead of her, followed by a few mouthfuls of food and a short, cold sleep on hard ground, and the gods only knew how it would end. "Damn them," she muttered as she struggled up the road to rejoin her captors, remembering that it was because of them that she was forced to hold onto an aching bladder, "Damn them all.”
     
    She had to relieve herself of the torrents of water inside her. She absolutely HAD to. She'd been containing herself for so long now that the need was just terrible. She was almost afraid to walk. She could feel her sphincters practically vibrating with the effort it took to impede the inevitable flood of urine that wanted so desperately to escape. She made a small, whimpering sound in spite of her valiant effort to hold onto her modesty, and squeezed her legs together. The wave of pressure in her bladder seemed to intensify into a more severe state of need, and she felt even more swollen and close to the point of honestly bursting than she had even moments before. She despised the sensation of needing to piss so urgently and not being immediately able to do so, it terrified her. It was mortifying to be caught in such a dire and private need while being surrounded by so many people, worse, strange men in this case.
     
    Her abductors were clustered around a stream a short ways down the road. The horses had drunk their fill of the icy cold water, and were grazing on clumps of brown grass that grew from clefts in the rock. Some men huddled close, sullen and miserable.
     
    A guard stood over them, leaning on his spear and wearing a rounded iron cap that made him look as if he had a bowl on his head.
     
    "Bandits!"
     
    The shriek came from the wind-carved ridge above them. Sir Jorge had sent guards one at a time scrambling up the rock face to watch the road while they camped.
     
    For a long second, no one moved. Sir Jorge was the first to react. "Everyone, to horse," he shouted. "Take the Queen."
     
    The bandits cared nothing for the enmities of the great houses; they would slaughter Dalton and Torrington with equal fervor, as they slaughtered each other. They might spare Charlotte herself; she was still young enough to bear sons.
     
    "I hear them!" one of the men called out. Charlotte turned her head to listen, and there it was: hoof beats, a dozen horses or more, coming nearer. Suddenly everyone was moving, reaching for weapons, running to their mounts.
    Arrows rained down around them as the guard came springing and sliding down the ridge.
     
    He landed breathless in front of Sir Jorge, an ungainly-looking man with wild tufts of rust-colored hair sticking out from under a conical steel cap. "There’s a horde of them," he said, breathless. "More men than we have. They must have eyes out, m'lord . . . hidden watchers . . . they know we're here."
     
    Sir Jorge was already ahorse, a longsword in hand. Another man crouched behind a boulder, both hands on his iron-tipped spear, a dagger between his teeth.
     
    Suddenly, Sir Willem pulled Charlotte behind a boulder, “Don’t make any noises, or they’ll know we’re here.” A heartbeat later, the bandits were on them.
     
    There were no heralds, no banners, no horns nor drums, only roars of men as they braced themselves for the fight. And suddenly the bandits came thundering out of the dawn, lean dark men in boiled leather and mismatched armor, faces hidden behind barred halfhelms. In gloved hands were clutched all manner of weapons: longswords and lances and sharpened scythes, spiked clubs and heavy iron mauls. At their head rode a big man in a striped skin cloak, armed with a greatsword.
     
    “Ahead We Charge!” Sir Jorge roared the Dalton words as he rode on to meet the enemy, his men right behind.
     
    From behind the rock, Charlotte heard the screams of frightened horses and the crash of metal on metal. The two men, Arryk and Orson, who had stood watch over her last night, were fighting valiantly. The first one’s sword raked across the naked face of a mailed rider, and the second one plunged through the bandits like a whirlwind, cutting down foes right and left. Sir Jorge hammered at the big man in the skin cloak, their horses dancing round each other as they traded blow for blow. Sir Willem lifted his head up and saw an arrow sprout from the throat of the man in the skin cloak. When he opened his mouth to scream, only blood came out. By the time he fell, Sir Jorge was fighting someone else.
     
    Suddenly Charlotte yelled, covering her head with her hands as a horse leapt over their rock. Sir Willem scrambled to his feet as the bandit turned to come back at them, hefting a spiked maul. Sir Willem swung his sword with both hands. The blade caught the charging horse in the throat, angling upward, and he almost lost his grip as the animal screamed and collapsed with its rider.
     
    Sir Willem danced back in while the bandit's leg was still pinned beneath his fallen mount, and buried the sword in the man's neck, just above the shoulder blades.
     
    After that, things ran together. The dawn was full of shouts and screams and heavy with the scent of blood, and the world had turned to chaos. Arrows hissed past Charlotte’s ear and clattered off the rocks. She peeked over the rock and saw Sir Jorge unhorsed, fighting with a sword in each hand, before she quickly tugged down as another arrow made its way towards her.
     
    When finally the war cries and horse whinnies abated, Charlotte stood up and looked around. The bandits were all vanquished or vanished. Somehow the fighting had ended when she wasn't looking. Dying horses and wounded men lay all around, screaming or moaning.
     
    She could have sworn they had been fighting for half a day, but the sun seemed scarcely to have moved at all. The dead bandits were thin, ragged men, their horses scrawny and undersized, with every rib showing.
     
    “Ready the horses…” Sir Jorge said wearily. The Knight had been wounded in the fight, a deep gash in his left arm and a spear thrust that grazed his neck. Almost all his men were dead and those left were grievously injured. "If we linger here, more bandits will be on us for a certainty, and we may not live through a second attack." He knelt by the stream and washed the blood off his face in water cold as ice.
     
    A sudden spasm from her bladder forced Charlotte’s hand near her crotch but she barely resisted. Now that the fighting was done, she was rudely reminded of her urgent need to urinate. The Queen forced herself to walk as Sir Willem led her towards her mount. It wasn't easy. Her thighs were clenched, her ankles stiff, her hand, not daring to fully meet her crotch.
    She could not believe she had to go so badly! It was awful. Her bladder must have been enormous, barely the size that it was meant to be at all. It was hard as a rock, angry from having to hold so much for so long. She was suffering.
     
    Sir Willem lifted her up onto her horse and she kept facing away from him as she adjusted herself on the saddle. How she was keeping herself dry with her legs so wide apart she truly did not know. Her dress rode up in front of her, and she pulled it close to cover up the oversized bulge of her bladder.
     
    Arryk led them out. Sir Willem and Orson took the rear, with Queen Charlotte safely in the middle and Sir Jorge right beside her. This time she was spared the hood. They did not bother to bound her hands, and when the woods around them started to grow dense, they scarcely bothered to guard her at all. It seemed they did not fear her escape. And why should they? The land here was harsh and wild, and the road little more than a stony track. If she did run, how far could she hope to go, alone and without provisions? The mountain lions would make a prey of her, and the bandits that dwelt in these mountains were rapers and murderers who bowed to no law but the sword.
     
    They rode on for the entire day and the Queen ’s bladder continued to bloat up under her dress. She was definite she could beat her horse in a wetting match if it were to be, such pressing was her need, but she didn’t let it show.
     
    For a moment, she closed her eyes and held her forehead in a projection of pain and concentration as she tried her best to battle the pressure. It had grown too much by now and there was no way she could overlook the ache in her bladder, swollen awfully with liters and liters of urine.
     
    She pressed her crotch on the saddle to gain some relief. She had to hold it. She had literally no choice, at least until she found herself in the privacy of a room with a chamberpot. But Dunstanburgh was far away and she didn't know if she could hold it that long. But no matter what, she could never let these men know how badly she had to go.
     
    The sun was well to the west by the time the slope began to flatten beneath the hooves of their horses. The road widened and grew straight, and for the first time Charlotte noticed wildflowers and grasses growing. Once they reached the valley floor, the going was faster and they galloped through verdant greenwoods and sleepy little hamlets, past orchards and golden wheat fields, splashing across a dozen sunlit streams.
     
    As they entered the Dalton lands, a wave of trepidation ran through Charlotte’s body. The Daltons were known for boiling their enemies alive in cauldrons full of smoldering oil. Cleansing, they called it.
     
    The thought that they might fry her once they reached Dunstanburgh made Charlotte shudder in horror and a jet of piss suddenly escaped her, dampening her drawers. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was losing control. She was frightened, she didn’t want to die and neither did she want to wet herself on a horse for these men to watch. But there was nothing she could do to help herself, she was absolutely stuck.
     
    It was a hot day, and Charlotte had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder had swollen to a painful extent and it pinched at her mercilessly in protest as they rode ahead. She quieted it. She told herself that the bladder was a muscular organ and would therefore expand to contain whatever volume there was inside it. All she had to do was will it to stay closed. That was all. After all, she was the Queen. She could surely hold it however long she had to, no matter how... thundering the need. But by now she had reached the limits of her capacity. Her body would not listen to her no matter how much she tried to convince herself.
     
    I don't know how much longer I can take this; I really don't, she thought, her agony reaching a fevered level. It's beyond uncomfortable; it badly hurts for goodness sake... I'm so damned full, it's simply impossible, I can't, I really... her thoughts trailed off as they came across an inn. Her bladder trembled, threatening her. It was the worst state of desperation she could remember in all her life.
     
    Outside the inn on a weathered gibbet, a woman's bones were twisting and rattling at every gust of wind.
     
    "We don't want to go in," Sir Willem decided suddenly, "there might be ghosts, milord."
     
    "You know how long it has been since I had some ale?" Sir Jorge swung down from the saddle. "Stay here if you want, I’m going in."
     
    "What if someone knows her?" Sir Willem asked. "They might try to rescue her."
     
    Sir Jorge no longer cared to hide Queen Charlotte’s face from the strangers on the road. He no longer seemed to care who knew her. His wounds had turned him sloppy and dull and most of his strength was gone.
     
    "Let them try. I’ll flay them living." Sir Jorge answered as he loosened his longsword in its scabbard, and pushed through the door and his men followed suit.
     
    Charlotte would never have a better chance to relieve herself. Oh, God, the thought of urinating in the woods, or indeed any place at all was maddening. She chewed her lip as she squeezed her crotch tight.
     
    She barely managed to dismount without spurting in her dress, she led the horse to the stables, and went in after them. She was too scared. What if someone saw her while she relieved herself? Even the thought of it was beyond humiliating. But most of all, a proper lady would never disgrace herself by doing such a thing even if nobody was there to see her.
     
    “Ale for us all. The lady’s thirsty too!” Sir Jorge ordered as he took his seat in the empty inn.
     
    Charlotte frowned at this, she couldn’t be farther from being thirsty. Her bladder was swollen as hard as a rock, filled to its maximum capacity and the pressure was awful. She wondered what a flagon of ale would do to her. But she didn’t complain, she just drank it down and sat quietly with her thighs tightly pressed together.
     
    Her eyes welled up as she crossed her legs in a last desperate attempt to clamp down the pressure. She knew her bladder didn’t have any more room to contain the ale she had just drunk. She knew it was going to explode.
     
    She didn’t know which was worse, a blasted bladder or being fried alive in a cauldron of boiling oil, but either way, death was certain.Tears rolled down her eyes as she realized that she would never get to see her son again. This was the end for her.
     
    At this moment, when Queen Charlotte had lost all hope, two men dressed in boiled leather and ringmail, suddenly walked in. At first she took them for some soldiers on the road but then, the Queen’s face brightened up as she realized who they were. Amory and Hamil, household guards at Longford. How long it had been since she had last seen them. They had been no older than her son when she went south after marriage.
     
    What they were doing so far from home she didn’t know, all she knew was that she was in great danger and they were her last ray of hope.
     
    She looked at her captors, Sir Jorge and Sir Willem hadn’t even bothered to look at the new guests and neither did the other two, Arryk and Orson. She looked intently at Amory and Hamil, hoping they would notice her.
     
    When the two soldiers began walking towards a table, they became aware of the lady sitting with a bunch of armored men.
    “Your Highness” Amory exclaimed. He would have never thought of finding the Queen in a small inn like this one, so far away from the Capital. But most of all, he wondered why the Queen would travel with Dalton men rather than the Queensguard “I had not looked to see you here, my Queen," he said as he knelt, “..is everything well by the God's grace?”.
     
    I had not thought to be here either, please help me, she thought but didn’t utter a word, fear stopped her voice in her throat but her face told it all.
     
    The innkeep suddenly remembered something in the kitchen. The only sound in the common room was the faint crackling of the fire in the hearth.
    Hamil noticed the Dalton men starring at Amory and that’s when he realized what was going on. “Fuck!” he echoed, pulling his sword out of its scabbard.
     
    Everything seemed to happen at once then; Sir Jorge lurched to his feet, Amory straightened up and drew his longsword, and the Sir Willem's hand whipped around in a blur to send something silver flashing across the common room towards Hamil. If he had not been moving, the knife might have cored the apple of his throat; instead it only grazed his ribs, and wound up quivering in the wall near the door. Sir Jorge’s sword slid from its scabbard just in time to knock aside Amory ’s first cut.
     
    Queen Charlotte ducked in a corner as the long steel song began. Crouching with a bladder this full was excruciating, but she somehow managed to keep her waters in.
     
    Amory and Hamil were outnumbered two to four but Charlotte knew it wouldn’t matter much. The Dalton men were tired, wounded and drunk and they wouldn’t be up for much of a fight.
     
    Amory was a grim, methodical fighter, and he pressed Sir Jorge and Sir Willem steadily backward, his heavy longsword moving with brutal precision. His opponents’ own cuts were sloppier, their parries rushed, their feet slow and clumsy. Signs that they were going down.
     
    Meanwhile the other two men, Arryk and Orson had come off the bench with short-swords in their hands but Hamil had engaged them well.
     
    Sir Willem gave a grunt of pain as Amory buried his sword deep into his face and out from the back of his head, before pulling it out in an instant. He fell down on the ground, dead.
     
    That seemed to make Sir Jorge angry. He drove back Amory with a furious attack, hammering at him with the old longsword. Amory gave way, but none of the cuts so much as touched him. But then, Arryk turned around and leapt over a bench quick as a snake, and slashed at the back of Amory 's neck with the edge of his short sword. The man groaned in pain as he came to his knees and Sir Jorge beheaded him at that very instant.
     
    Hamil was now left alone fighting Orson, as Sir Jorge and Arryk turned towards them. At first, both of Sir Jorge’s men came after him hard, one of them hacking at his head and shoulders while the other darted in to stab at back and belly.
     
    They had driven Hamil into a corner behind a bench, and Orson had given him an ugly red gash on his upper thigh to go with his other wounds. Hamil was leaning against the wall, bleeding and breathing noisily. He looked as though he couldn’t keep up the fight for long.
     
    He pushed away from the wall and stood in a half-crouch behind the bench, his sword held across his body. His foot lashed out and caught the bench, driving it hard into Sir Jorge’s shins. Somehow, the Knight of Dalton kept his feet, but Hamil ducked under his wild slash and brought his own sword up in a vicious backhand cut. Blood spattered on the ceiling and walls. The blade caught in the middle of Sir Jorge’s face, and when Hamil wrenched it loose, half his head came with it.
     
    Arryk and Orson backed away. The shortswords in their hands suddenly seemed almost like toys against the long blade Hamil was holding. It didn’t take long for Hamil to decimate them but by the end he was bleeding like a butchered pig himself, and dragging one leg when he walked.
     
    “Your Highness, are you alright?” he gave his hand to the Queen, “We must get going, I’m certain Reynard Dalton will send more men behind us when he learns of this friendly encounter..” he forced a wry smile.
     
    Queen Charlotte although terrified, took his hand but as she stood up, her weehole opened unexpectedly for a full second and a hot squirt of piss burst into the folds of her dress. She froze in panic and quickly stood straight, clenching her muscles, stopping herself from wetting her dress any further.
     
    “Is there something wrong, my Queen?” Hamil asked.
     
    “N-no, let’s get going” she breathed.
     
    “We’ll leave for Longford at day break but we’d have to spend the night” Hamil said, “I know an old man who lives a few miles from here, I suppose he’d be generous enough to share his roof with us.”
     
    A glimmer of hope shone in Charlotte’s eyes. Maybe the old man had a chamberpot she could use. Nothing mattered to her now except getting there and relieving herself before she either wet herself or died of an exploded bladder.
     
    Hamil came up behind her and offered his hands as a step so she could climb her horse. Charlotte was truly grateful for his gesture. She was sure she would have lost control of her bladder had she tried to climb it on her own.
     
    Though as they rode on, Charlotte grew truly terrified, she knew that the second she got off her horse she would instantly lose control and soak herself in front of Hamil. As much as it was against everything she stood for, she was profoundly considering dismounting right where she was and running into the woods to relieve herself. But she knew she couldn’t do it. She could never tarnish her own dignity. She’d just have to hold it.
     
    It had grown dark by the time they came upon a tiny isolated cottage attached to a barn, surrounded by tall pines.
     
    Charlotte’s hands were shaking as she held the reins. Oh, she couldn’t wait to piss.
     
    Hamil got down from his garron and held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She took his hand and carefully climbed down. The moment her feet touched the ground, she crossed her legs and grabbed her crotch tight. She didn’t care if Hamil saw her like this, at least it was better than wetting herself.
     
    They walked to the entrance and Hamil knocked. The old man, named Bryce, opened the door and looked at them probingly before he recognized Hamil, “Oy! What in God’s name happened to you?” he asked, looking at the soldier’s wounds.
     
    “I’ll tell you everything, first let us in” Hamil spoke.
     
    Charlotte’s heart sank as they walked in, it was a single dark room, illuminated by only the flames rising from the herth, with no prospect of privacy and there was no sign of a chamber pot either, though it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Her hopes were shattered and she felt a drop of piss leak out. She was defeated.
     
    But then it came to her. There was still a ray of hope. If she could make her way into the barn behind the cottage, she would have all the privacy in the world once the old man and Hamil went to sleep. And she could spend the night wetting as much as she wanted.
     
    “Well, both of you gentlemen can sleep here if you want, I’ll make myself comfortable in the barn. It has been a while since I slept on a mound of hay anyway” she forced a smile, crossing her legs.
     
    “Oh no, my lady” old man Bryce said, assuming her to be Hamil’s paramour. “The night grows much colder these days, and I fear you might take a chill if you attempt to sleep outside. You should sleep in here; the hearth will keep you warm. I’ll take the barn though, there isn’t much room in here but I’ve grown accustomed to the cold” he smiled.
     
    Charlotte cried inwardly as the chance of relief slipped out of her fingers.
     
    She held her forehead they sat on the dinner table, her bladder swollen big and hard like a watermelon.
     
    “Is everything alright, m’lady?” Sir Hamil asked, “You look rather distressed.”
     
    “Oh, nothing i-it’s nothing” Charlotte spoke dejectedly as she stared blankly at her venison stew, stirring it with her spoon.
     
    Old man Bryce made his way to the barn after the dinner and Hamil laid a blanket on the ground for him to sleep upon. Charlotte looked at him miserably; she wished he would go sleep in the barn too.
     
    The house had a bed stuffed with straw and not too many lice, and the air smelled of pines but Queen Charlotte cared for none of it. As she sat on the cushioned chair near the hearth, with her hands around her chest, the sheer pressure in her bladder made her body shudder. With her thighs pressed tightly together, she just sat watching the dancing flames and hoping the warmth would lessen her need to piss.
     
    But to her misery, nothing of the sort happened. She was past the point of hiding it any longer. Her bladder felt like it would burst any second, it was stretched so much.
    “Are you alright, my Queen?” Hamil asked when he saw her shivering “…are you cold?”
     
    “N-no, I’m fine…” Charlotte replied, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
     
    Hamil brought a blanket and wrapped it around her, “I hope it’ll make you feel better.”
     
    No it won’t, Charlotte thought but said, “Thank you, Hamil, that’s so kind of you…”
     
    She sat on the chair, shaking back and forth as the pressure grew to an unbearable degree. She dare not lie down on the bed or sleep, for she knew the moment she relaxed her muscles, the flood would erupt out of her. Her bladder was agony, on the point of exploding, swollen so much it was making her look pregnant, and now her urge to wee was so intense, the pressure so great, that she was having to clench herself shut with all her strength all the time, as well as holding her crutch so hard she was shaking. She had never had to make so much effort to hold her piss back, and she could not keep it up for long.
     
    I will not sleep tonight, she thought, though her eyes were heavy with exhaustion. She leaned back on the chair. Eyes closed, she concentrated every ounce of her strength on holding her pee, and just hung on, and hung on, and hung on.
     
    ***
     
    When she woke, the morning light was seeping in through the window. She looked down and whimpered inwardly as she saw her stomach had grown even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much her bladder could stretch, how much it could possibly contain before it burst.
     
    Her legs were stiff and cramped and the hearth had long since burned out. How she had held back her waters through the night she would never know.
     
    She looked around but Hamil wasn’t there, he might have woken up early. Charlotte knew then that this was her only chance. If she could make it to the woods, she could relieve herself once and for all.
     
    She stood up from the chair in haste and took quick but tiny steps towards the door. She dare not move her legs much now, or she knew she would lose it.
     
    She pulled the door handle in a hurry but it didn’t budge. Her eyes widened in horror as a long, hot leak suddenly squirted out of her and dampened her drawers, “Oh, no” she sighed as she frantically tugged at the door in desperation a few more times, just to realize, it was bolted from outside.
     
    She stood there, bent double, with her hands buried deep inside her crotch, pushing hard against the front of the dress.
    She had to get out, right now! The pressure and the urgency, had grown to an awful degree and she did not have any reserves of strength left to contain it. She was on the brink of wetting herself, she simply could not hold on to her pee any longer.
     
    She turned around to look for something to pee in, maybe a pot or a bowl. She just didn’t care anymore. She spotted a horn mug kept at the table, and she walked towards it, ready to relieve herself but just as she began to lift up her dress, the door opened.
     
    “My Queen” Hamil said as he walked in.
     
    “Y-Yes..” Charlotte faltered as she released her dress, letting it fall back down over her legs. She felt like killing him right then. Why the hell did he have to stop her now when she was going out of her mind to take a massive piss!
     
    “Bryce said we should stay back for lunch before setting out” Hamil went on, “I think he is right. There is only one inn between here and Longford but it was looted by raiders a fortnight ago. It stands deserted now, we won’t be getting food elsewhere. Best we prepare ourselves for the journey. We’ll be needing provisions…”
     
    Charlotte was not taking much interest in what Hamil was telling her. All she could think about was how terribly she needed to urinate. She'd been holding it for so long!
     
    She was pressing her legs together as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could.
     
    Her honor was at stake, and she was determined to protect it. But then suddenly, another long leak escaped and soaked into her drawers. The Queen didn’t react and forced herself to remain calm, as if nothing had happened. She could never let Hamil know what was going on under her dress.
     
    This trial of strength continued with Charlotte becoming more and more restless and distracted as her desperation reached critical level. She placed a hand on her aching, throbbing bladder as she stood there, listening to what the soldier had to say.
     
    She was beyond desperate now; her entire body shivering with pressure, most of all her legs. She had reached her limit. It was just a very short matter of time before the dam burst.
     
    And then, Charlotte gasped as she began to feel drops of warm pee soak into her drawers all of a sudden. She immediately grabbed her crotch in a desperate attempt to hold on, not even caring if Hamil saw her like that, but it was no use. The piss forcefully penetrated the fabric of her smallclothes and began pouring down onto the wood floor under her feet. The Queen was wetting herself.
     
    “My Queen?” Hamil said in astonishment as the loud sound of splattering water hit his ears and a puddle started to grow from under the Queen’s dress.
     
    “Don’t look!” Charlotte shouted, a hand covering half her face. She stood thunderstruck, panting as she the urine sprayed out of her, spreading warmth as it traveled down her thighs to form a vast puddle on the floor.
     
    Her clothes were soaked through within seconds. She moaned out and held the table for support as relief washed over her body, her legs shaking as the pressure reduced dramatically. The stream kept coming and coming and it felt like it was never going to stop. She couldn’t even breathe properly it felt so good. The relief was so wonderful. She could feel her bladder slowly deflating, sinking back to its normal shape as the piss flowed out of her. Somewhere buried under the feelings of shame and humiliation, she was thankful that her agony had finally come to an end.
     
    At last, when she was finally done, Queen Charlotte , held her forehead in disbelief and inspected the damage on the floor. She could feel her skin burning with embarrassment as she tried to ignore Hamil’s flabbergasted gaze.
     
    “My Queen, you should have said something if you needed to go, how long had you been holding it?”
     
    “That’s none of your concern” Charlotte shot back, “… and if you so much as mention this to the old man, I’ll have your head on a spike. Is that understood?”
     
    “It is, my Queen” Hamil said as he gulped the lump in his throat.
     
    The Queen decreed Hamil to leave before Bryce returned from the woods. She didn’t want him to see her in wet clothes.
    Now that her bladder was deflated, she felt lighter by a thousand pounds. Oh, that feeling was pure bliss. She swiftly climbed atop her horse and rode away beside her guard, never to come back again.
     
    When the old man came back, he was surprised to know that his guests were gone. But what drew his attention more than that was the massive pool that sat on the floor of his cottage. He wondered where all that water had come from? And whose were those wet footsteps that drew towards the door?
     
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, Taylor And Me (pt.7)   
    Taylor and Me (pt. 7)
    A Living Doll
     
    My bladder was letting me down that night, because i never normally needed to go so soon.
    It didn't help that i was dreading the disgrace of losing, not to mention the other much more bizarre consequences.
    I was using all my strength to hold back my pee, praying that Taylor was worse off than she appeared to be.
     
    I had never seen my bladder so swollen before; it was bulging out like crazy and the urge to release the massive amount of urine it contained was almost irresistible now. It was getting worse because my jeans were so tight that even with the zipper fully undone, it was still under pressure and could not swell up fully.
    Still, there was no place for excuses now. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I absolutely had to win this, but i was getting really desperate; i was keeping my legs knotted most of the time, and i was still struggling to keep control.
    Taylor too had her legs tightly crossed. By now she was sitting with the zip of her own jeans undone to ease the pressure on her bursting bladder.
     
    I was having to clench my urethra shut so hard I could barely stop myself from groaning with the effort, and I kept shivering and bumping my knees together as surges of desperation took me to the brink of letting go in my jeans.
    The worst thing was, we were just about at the part where one of the characters is alone in a locker room.
    She's taken a shower, and she's only wearing a towel when the creepy dead girl appears from out of a corner, and the other girl is so scared she pees herself.
    The first time i saw the movie, i actually wet myself at the same time, i really did.
    Now i wondered how Taylor would react. Would she do the same?
     
    Before i could find out, she paused the movie and got up to get us two more bottles of water, but as she walked over towards the mini bar, she suddenly stopped, doubled over and gasped softly. Her long legs clamped together at the knees as she bent down a bit, one slim hand over her chest and the other down between her slender thighs.
    No doubt about what had happened this time; she had leaked at least, and maybe even let out a nice little squirt of her own.
     
    "T., are you okay?" i asked her.
     
    "I'm... I'm okay," she replied haltingly.
    Taylor took a deep breath, then said, "OMG, I really thought I was going to lose it totally right there!"
     
    "Yeah, standing up fast when i'm really desp always has that effect on me too," i giggled.
     
    "Well, then, fair's fair... you can get the next round!" she said, laughing.
    When she came back with the water bottles she sat down next to me again, but instead of starting the movie up again, she said, "Wetness check!"
    I hadn't bothered to fully do up my zipper after the last time, so it was an easy enough thing for her to work her hand down inside my pants and into my knickers, and i did the same to her as well this time, the both of us kneeling on the couch now. And while we were at it, she started kissing me again.
    Her lips were so soft, and her kisses so sweet and tender... and all the while, her fingers were working their delicate magic on me down there, her other hand now up under my tee again inside my bra, caressing my breast and squeezing my nipple as it erected beneath her touch.
     
    "Ohhhhh," i gasped.
    My need was getting so urgent that I was dying to grab my crotch, so i did, even though Taylor still had her hand down inside my panties. Even with her hand between mine and my girl parts, i could feel how wet i was now and i pressed down hard, and she responded by forcing two long fingers into me a bit as i gasped again with pleasure.
    The pressure in my bladder was becoming uncontrollable and i wasn’t sure if I could win this holding contest any more.
    It was an unfair match anyway; i had had way too much water beforehand and i didn’t even get to relieve myself.
    All i could do now was hope that my bladder could stretch enough to hold all that liquid.
    By now, Taylor had me completely aroused, and i was totally helpless.
    Suddenly, i squirted again, and this time she could feel it as it happened.
     
    "Oh, Erica...."
     
    "I'm... i'm sorry..." i mumbled, embarrassed.
    I almost expected her to pull her hand away, but Taylor only held me tighter as she felt my warm wetness, and then she sighed softly.
     
    "Please, don't be," she whispered. "I like it... when that happens... you don't think it's weird, do you?"
    Her eyes were downcast now, and even though the room was dark, i could feel the heat of her blushing cheeks next to mine, and i knew just what she was feeling at that moment.
     
    All of a sudden, the words started to tumble out of me, spilling out like the urine i was desperately holding inside was trying to even now.
     
    "No, i don't think you're weird, i love you so much! OMG, i used to think i was weird, because of my squirting when i was turned on enough, i thought i was just peeing myself every time, and it got so the two sensations almost became the same thing... i got turned on by having to pee, and holding it until i couldn't any more, and then i'd wet myself and it felt so great, and when i got super aroused, i'd squirt every time and thought i was wetting myself, but i was actually having an orgasm and didn't know it, all i knew was it felt awesome, but then i'd be ashamed because i was such a weirdo!"
     
    "I told you I was just a girl like you, didn't I?"
    She looked into my eyes, smiled her beautiful smile once more, and hugged me tighter.
    OMG, YES!
    Taylor Swift was just a girl, she was just a girl like me after all, and more like me than i could ever have hoped for!
     
    "Do you know what a 'Betsy Wetsy' is?" she asked me.
     
    "Nope, sorry," i said in reply.
     
    "Well, it's an old doll that was around in the 1980s. You'd give her a drink, and then she'd wet..."
    Taylor got that far away look in her eyes again.
    "My grandmother gave me one when I was little, and i became obsessed... I guess that's where this all started."
     
    "With a doll?"
    "Yes, because I couldn't put that doll down. I loved making her drink and then seeing her wet over and over again. Then when i got a little older, I started experimenting with my friends."
     
    "Experimenting? How?"
     
    "Well, whenever we'd have a playdate or a slumber party, I always made sure that we had plenty of drinks available and that they'd drink as much as possible while we were playing a game that we couldn't stop easily.
    I started to really enjoy the signs of desperation: the squirms, the crossed legs, the lip biting, the hair twirling... and of course the best part was when one of them would actually have an 'accident' right in front of me..."
    Taylor sighed deeply.
    "It only happened a few times, but OMG, I would get so excited... well, actually turned on, I guess. Sometimes I would run to the bathroom myself afterwards and pee through my own panties, and then rub myself through them until I... "
     
    It looked to me like she was getting turned on just thinking about it, actually. I know i certainly was!
     
    "I want you to be my real live Betsy Wetsy, Erica..."
     
    i shuddered as i released a quick squirt into my knickers again. As for my jeans, they were just about soaked through, between my pee and my girl juice.
    "OMG... i... i..."
    I was a complete wreck now, shuddering uncontrollably, leaking, squirting, and oh so ready for Taylor Swift to ravish me.
    But instead...
     
    "OMG, Erica, are you OK?" Taylor asked. "If you want to stop, it's alright with me, or if you need to pee, that's OK too, sweetie."
    This time, there was no doubt in my mind that she meant it.
    There was no mistaking the real concern in her voice.
    "Don't worry about the contest any more, honey; i'm going to get you that recording session anyway. I was always going to do that for you one way or another, even if Joe hadn't made me promise to."
    Taylor Swift was a peach of a girl, the sweetest one i'd ever known (besides Norah, of course).
    But there was no way i was going to be able to get up from the couch now without losing it completely; there was no doubt in my mind about that either.
     
    To be continued....
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, Taylor and Me (pt. 1)   
    Taylor And Me (The Long And Short Of It)
    Pt. 1: The set up
     
    I was having my usual morning coffee and doing my usual bad job of resisting the urge to pee when my cell phone rang with the familiar sound of my Shake It Off ringtone.
    I knotted my legs together and squirmed in place as i answered, hoping that i'd be able to end the call quickly and make it to the bathroom in time.
     
    "Yo, Frostygirl, wassup?"
     
    Even without checking the caller ID, I'd have known who it was instantly both by his accent and from what he'd called me.
    It was my friend Joe. We'd gone to school together, but he'd moved to LA and become a successful sound engineer while i was still on the East Coast, a struggling musician.
     
    I was in a band, but we were just another one out of thousands of bands that were trying to make a name for themselves; like all the rest, we rehearsed, fought with each other and played the occasional low-profile low paying gig.
    It wasn't happening enough to pay the rent, though. So i had to find a job that did.
    In other words, i was a waitress.
     
    Joe, on the other hand...
    "So, how's the biz been treating you?" he asked.
     
    "Bout the same as always," i replied, shrugging my shoulders as if he could see me through the phone.
     
    "Don't worry, you're a great guitar player. Someday the right person will see that, and you'll be playing in front of thousands of people before you know it!"
     
    I squeezed my knees together even more tightly. Just the thought of it filled me with the sheer terror of stage fright. It was hard enough for me to play to an audience of a couple of dozen bar patrons who were basically just drinking and ignoring us while waiting for the headlining act to hit the stage.
    I look up, i see people, i get flustered and start making mistakes... every time.
    And then it gets worse from there...
     
    "Joe, you know that's never going to happen, and you know the reasons why, too!"
     
    "Yeah, I know. I was just teasing you, sorry."
     
    Joe's like my big brother, the one i never had. He used to tease me all the time back when we were in school, but he always looked out for me and wouldn't let anyone else make fun of me.
     
    "That's OK, no big... i should be used to it by now," i said with a laugh.
     
    "Anyhow, the reason I'm calling is because I'm in town with one of your faves doing a special small venue show tonight as a prelim to the upcoming tour, and I thought you might want to come down and watch me work."
     
    Now, besides stage fright, i also have agoraphobia. Crowds and uncontrollable social situations give me panic attacks, which is not the best combination for a performer of any kind. In fact, i really don't leave the house much unless it's to go to work, rehearsal or a gig.
    So i already knew i wasn't going to go, but i figured i'd ask anyway.
     
    "Who is it this time?"
     
    "Oh, just Taylor Swift..." he said matter of factly.
     
    "OMG!"
    I Think Joe would have heard my girly screams and squeals from across the river even without the phone.
    "OMG, Taylor Swift, no way! OMG!!!!"
    I started jumping up and down while i kept repeating it, and i could hear Joe laughing on the other end of the call.
     
    "Yeah, it's a private show, but I can get you backstage if you want to come and you can watch the whole thing from where I'm doing the stage sound mix..."
    I just kept saying the same things over and over, and between being so excited and already having to go, i actually wet myself a little right then and there; i couldn't help it, and i didn't care either.
     
    For Taylor Swift, i would do anything.
    No question, i was going to go.
    I was going to get to see my idol, and i wouldn't even have to brave the crowds to do it.
     
    To be continued...
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, Taylor and Me (pt. 2)   
    Taylor And Me (Pt. 2)
    No Choice In The Matter
     
    Later that evening, i was still very excited but as the reality of what i was about to do began to sink in, i could feel my nervous anxiety beginning to rise as well.
    Even if it was going to be a small private show, there would still be quite a lot of people around, people i didn't know. Important, stylish, cool people. Industry heavyweights, maybe other stars... OMG, what had i gotten myself into?
    As i was rummaging around in my closet for something suitable to wear, all of a sudden i felt a wave of desperation coming on. When i get really nervous like that... ummm.
    I guess i might as well say it.... i tend to have accidents.
    Yes, panic attacks make me lose control of my bladder, and i actually pee my panties just like a little two year old girl.
    Wave, that was an understatement; it was more like a veritable tsunami, and i barely made it into the bathroom in time before i was totally wetting myself, peeing right through my white cotton lace trimmed floral pattern panties because i hadn't had enough time to pull them down as i hurriedly sat on the toilet.
    As i soaked myself, i could feel the warm wetness spreading out from my crotch and wicking up the rear of my undies to dampen my backside, accompanied by the hissing sound of my pee as it squirted through my panties and the splash of it hitting the water beneath me.
    My breathing was coming short and fast and i had to make a determined effort to keep from hyperventilating, counting slowly in my habitual calming routine to get my emotions back under control, if not my poor bladder; that battle had already been lost now.
    Once the flow had stopped and i regained a bit of my composure, i went to find my gf Norah.
    She was getting dressed in the bedroom and when i told her i was thinking of canceling, that i was going to call Joe back and tell him i couldn't make it after all, she wouldn't hear of it.
    She insisted i go and told me in no uncertain terms that if i didn't, i would be regretting it one way or another.
    Her purposeful glance over towards the paddle she always keeps hanging on the bedpost left no doubt as to at least one way i'd be regretting it if i decided not to go.
    If i couldn't behave like an adult, then she'd punish me appropriately; she'd put me over her knees and spank me like a little girl. OMG... i usually wet myself then, too.
    There were tears in my eyes at that point, but there was no use in arguing with her since we both knew it was for my own good that she was pushing me out of my shut-in comfort zone.
    Instead, i begged her to come with, but she just laughed and said she wasn't the one that Joe had invited. She wasn't mad for Taylor Swift the way i was; she preferred to listen to jazz and her Brazilian samba and bossa nova, and she had to work at the restaurant that evening anyhow.
    So i was on my own, like it or not.
     
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    Dressed in my black leather motorcycle jacket, some tight faded skinny jeans, a pair of black leather stiletto heels i had borrowed from Norah and a black microfiber tee shirt, with a sheer black nylon bra and matching panties underneath it all, i got out of the taxi at the backstage entrance to the club.
    I had my small clutch purse in one hand and my ID at the ready in the other as i walked unsteadily up to the gate in the unfamiliar high heels and the burly security guards checked the guest list.
    "Yeah, she's on the list," one said to the other. He called up on his walkie talkie, then spoke directly to me while giving me the once over.
    I'm sure he couldn't help noticing me slightly squirming while i stood there; he had a huge grin on his face as he told me, "Just wait here, Joe says he'll send someone down to get you."
    Luckily that didn't take long, and before i knew it i was standing next to Joe onstage in the wings, watching the amazing Taylor Swift perform. She sang, she danced, she played guitar, she even played a number on the banjo before the set was over. It was fantastic, and i was totally entranced, so much so that i even forgot that i was pretty desperate. I hadn't wanted to miss any of the show; i wasn't about to take a rest room break in the middle of a Taylor Swift set no matter how badly i needed to. I was just going to have to hold it!!!
    Even so, i remembered to compliment Joe on how good he made everything sound afterwards.
     
    "Thanks, kiddo... we aims to please, y'know?"
    He grinned at me and said, "Hey, if you want to stick around for a bit, we can go to the after-party."
     
    "Joe, you know that's not my scene, hanging out with the hangers-on," i murmured.
    I didn't want to offend my buddy, but i just knew i'd get nervous as all get-out in that situation, and then the inevitable humiliation of a public accident wouldn't be far behind.
     
    "This isn't the after-party for the hangers-on, this is the real deal, darling. Taylor's gonna be there."
    He grinned again, a bit more devilishly this time. "Are you sure you don't wanna go?"
     
    To be continued...
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    Pain reacted to katiepee for a blog entry, Katie Has a Very Public Accident in a Bar   
    Katie was nervous about her first blind date with someone her best girlfriend, Kelly, set her up with. It had been a long time since she bothered dating anyone and her friend nearly had to force her into it. Katie struggled with relationships due to her wild sexual fantasies which most men found too overwhelming. Any case, Katie figured she needed to keep an open mind.
    She ran her fingers through her dark curls and sipped on her beverage. Malibu and Coke was her drink of choice when she wanted to remain loose but still tactful enough to keep her guard up. Swaying back and forth to upbeat, alternative music, she decided to text Kelly.
    “I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this,” said Katie.
    “You’ll thank me later. Now hurry and get ready. He’ll be there soon,” responded Kelly.
    With a rush of anxiety tingling her nerves, Katie reached for the tequila and took a swig. As the liquor burned her throat she assessed herself in a full length mirror: short, tight black skirt, white tank, sparkly sandals. She looked pretty damn good.
    A bleep came from her phone and it was time to meet up with the mystery guy. Katie walked out of her apartment and walked to the bus stop. She rested on a bench and waited for her bus to arrive.
    “I’m starting to definitely feel that liquor. Maybe too much for a first date?” She thought to herself.
    Soon enough her bus came and boarded. As the bus made it’s way over the bumpy streets, Katie started to realize she probably should have peed before leaving the apartment. It wouldn’t be an issue as the rendezvous point was not far away.
    About ten minutes later Katie jumped off her bus and stepped into the coffee shop to meet the guy. She rolled her eyes at the cliché-ness of it all but the liquor gave her the strength to go through with it.
    “Hi, are you Katie?” Asked a tall man with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes.
    “Guilty,” Answered Katie.
    “I’m Jeff, it’s nice to meet you in person. I know this is awkward but let’s just have fun.”
    “Sure. It’s nice to meet you too.”
    Jeff bought her a latte and the two sat and started the meaningless banter of a first date. Katie has a habit of drinking everything too quickly and the latte was no exception. She played with her empty cup as the conversation progressed.
    “Let me buy you another one,” suggested Jeff.
    “Oh really? That’s so kind. I’m sorry I didn’t realize I drank it so fast.”
    “It’s not a problem. I’ll be right back,” he smiled.
    As soon as he got up, Katie noticed the pressure building in her bladder. If she were alone she would probably visit the restroom at this point. However, she didn’t want to look stupid in front of Jeff. She was finding him mildly interesting but was still not too excited about the whole thing. Jeff came back empty-handed.
    “You know, I decided I’d rather grab a drink with you instead of another coffee,” Jeff stated confidently.
    Katie appreciated him being so forward and accepted.
    They left immediately and headed down the road for a local bar.
    “I just feel like first dates are really weird and think if we have a few drinks, it will help us really get to know each other better,” explained Jeff.
    “That’s a good idea. I was actually so nervous before I met you, I already had a couple drinks and a shot,” admitted Katie.
    “You didn’t need to do that. You don’t have to be nervous around me.”
    Katie blushed and felt her panties get a little damp. She was naturally a submissive in the bedroom and she already pieced together that Jeff was a natural dominant. He might need some direction but the potential was there.
    When they got to the bar, it was already pretty crowded. The bar was located in a busy part of town and was surrounded by various other bars and clubs. Jeff fought off drunken customers to order their drinks. Katie shifted uncomfortably as she really started to notice her predicament. She glanced over at the restrooms and noticed an out-of-control line. Her heart sunk. She knew she’d have to hold it until she could convince Jeff to find somewhere else with a shorter line.
    Jeff came back with the drinks and began telling Katie about his life again. She sipped on her drink to take her mind off her need to piss. The procrastination from emptying her urine was also triggering her arousal.
    One, if not the main, fantasy Katie indulged was her pee fetish. She was reluctant to mention this one to anyone because they typically made her feel weird or disgusting. Katie tried to repress these urges throughout her adult life but they were embedded deep inside her. She loved the feeling of having a full bladder and not making it to the bathroom in time resulting in a sexy accident. She loved feeling pee dripping down her legs. She loved feeling her feet submerged in her puddle.
    She wasn’t listening to anything Jeff was saying at this point. She had downed the drink he gave her and he had replaced it with a second extremely strong drink like clockwork. This one was nearly gone as well. Her mind was a mess of mixed signals. She wanted to let her body be carried away in arousal and have an accident in front of all the other drunk people at the bar but she wanted to act like a semi-normal person in front of Jeff. He was, in fact, her best friend’s friend.
    “Hey, do you want to head to another bar, there’s a fun one down the street?” Katie offered.
    “Nah, I really like this one, let’s just stay here.”
    It’s almost like he knew what he was doing. Katie wondered if he was too a fan of desperation and wetting and had picked up on her strange behaviors. She began to dramatize some of her movements to see if he said anything. Plus, she actually needed help to keep holding on. Katie openly crossed her legs and looked over at the bathroom line, then back at Jeff.
    “Come on—let’s dance.” He grabbed her hand and pushed his way onto the dance floor.
    Katie now knew he was either incredibly unobservant or he was kind of enjoying her show. She needed to go so badly now, her dancing was very rigid and she would have to abort her efforts soon.
    At one point during the song she was bumped by someone causing her to leak a split second. Katie gasped and grabbed her pussy the best she could in the tight skirt. The alcohol caught up her too quickly and she really had overestimated her ability to hold on.
    “What’s wrong?” inquired Jeff.
    “I’m sorry, I just really have to pee,” whined Katie.
    “Well there’s the bathroom line over there.”
    “I’m afraid it’s too long. I don’t think I can hold it.”
    “You have to. You’re a big girl. You’re not just going to have an accident right here.”
    Katie was shocked by his response. If she really wasn’t about to lose control she would have to rub herself a few seconds. Her heart, bladder, and clitoris were all pounding as she hobbled over to the infinite line. Jeff followed watching his date disgrace herself. The line only increased Katie’s need and she had to openly hold herself. The people in line around her started to snicker.
    “Jeff, I really don’t think I can make it,” said Katie with tears in her eyes.
    “There’s no other choice. You have to hold it.”
    “What if we go to another bar or outside even?”
    “I’m not walking out of here with you like this. You look ridiculous.”
    Katie felt a few drops escape into her panties. It was happening. She had started to pee her panties.
    More drops came and her hand grew damp. She clenched her pussy as hard as she could for a last ditch effort.
    More drops.. a streak slowly started winding down each leg.
    “WHAT THE FUCK, KATIE?! ARE YOU wetting YOURSELF?!” Jeff yelled and everyone in line turned to look at her.
    It was too much and her bladder gave in completely. Pee gushed through her panties. Most of it poured down her legs and some fell straight to the floor. Her sparkly shoes became immersed in urine. The people in front and behind her quickly moved out the way to avoid being splashed by her accident. Katie had never been so red in her face. She heard laughter, rude comments, felt people pointing at her and could even swear she saw someone take a picture. As she finished emptying, Jeff aggressively grabbed her arm and pulled her out of line. They didn’t talk as he led her out of the bar. She had no idea what to do or say. She always wanted to have a very public accident but this was totally unplanned.
    “I’m calling you a cab.” Jeff finally said.
    Katie just nodded, her eyes still avoid his. She admired the pee droplets on her already sparkly shoes.
    The cab arrived and Jeff put her in and paid. As the cab pulled away, Katie glanced up at him. He had a smirk on his face that was unreadable by her. She wasn’t sure if he secretly loved her accident, if he just loved asserting his control over her, or if he thought she was disgusting. The only thing Katie knew for sure at this point was she was going to always remember her accident in line at the bar while pleasuring herself. In fact, she began rubbing her wet panties in the cab on the way home. Hopefully Kelly wouldn’t ask her how the date went.
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    Pain got a reaction from AkenoSama for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
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    Pain reacted to Burstin for a blog entry, Trapped and bursting   
    I thought I’d just take 5 minutes to jot down possibly the most cliché thing that has ever happened to me…
    On Thursday I headed to work holding an all-night full bladder which was absolutely bursting when I woke. Showering was difficult but somehow I managed to hold on, and the drive to work was insufferable, I vowed that I would pee as soon as I got into work but there was so much to do that I got distracted and although I was aware that my bladder was about to explode I managed to hold it through the morning.
    I was upstairs in the stockroom at around 1pm when the urgency hit me with such force that I had to cross my legs tightly, I was mid stock take and fortunately alone so I held myself and pee danced while I completed the last page. As I was about to leave and head to the loo one of my team leaders came upstairs to ask me some questions, I needed a wee so badly that I could barely concentrate on a word she was saying and I had to squeeze everything so tightly that I thought I would rupture something.
    I stood there trying desperately not to wet myself whilst also trying to wrap up the conversation quickly so that I could dash to the loo. My legs were crossed and I daren’t move for fear of a flood, it hurt so much that I really couldn’t think of anything other than how desperately I needed the loo. I think my team leader was mid-sentence when I blurted out “I’m sorry, I’m desperate for the loo, I’ve got to go”, I headed towards the stairs but knew I wouldn’t make it so quickly jumped in the goods lift and dragged the doors closed behind me… I pressed the button and held myself as a small squirt of pee escaped.
    The lift had barely started to move when it jumped to a halt, this caused another slightly larger squirt. I was so desperate I knew I couldn’t hold it for much longer and cursed myself for not making time to relieve myself earlier! I stabbed at the buttons with my finger but nothing happened, I pee danced furiously, my judgement was clouded by my desperation and I spent a good 5 minutes just standing there trying not to wet myself before remembering that I needed to inform somebody that I was there.
    I pressed the alarm button firmly whilst crossing my legs tighter and pressing my free hand into my crotch, after what seemed like an eternity my team leader came to the door and shouted down that she would get help. I hoped she would hurry as I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back the flood, I was already dreading wetting myself and being forced to do the walk of shame in front of my rescuers! My only saving grace was that because it was a goods lift there were no cameras inside it so I was free to hold myself and pee dance as much as I needed.
    I paced back and forth slowly in the small space, trying not to jolt my bladder too much but taking advantage of the fact that moving legs seemed to help. I managed to hold it pretty well like this for around 15 minutes, carefully and slowly pacing with every ounce of concentration trying to relax and not panic. After that though it suddenly became so painful that I could hardly walk, I was so utterly desperate for a wee I contemplated squatting in a corner and letting go, however with the industrial metal floor there was nothing so soak it up and I would have to face my rescuers knowing that the puddle on the floor came from my bladder… Far too embarrassing!
    I knew I had no choice but to try my hardest to hold it and hope that I wouldn’t be stuck for too long. My manager had been along and reassured me that an engineer was on his way but that it could be up to 4 hours, I knew there was absolutely no way on earth I could hold it for anywhere near that long so hoped he would be quick. I unzipped my trousers and placed both hands into my crotch, carefully pressing a single finger onto my pee hole then using the pressure of both hands to press it firmly into place. It really hurt, so much so that it brought tears to my eyes but I blinked them back and gritted my teeth as the pain settled a little.
    In that moment I’d have given anything to be able to relieve myself, my abdomen felt as though it was going to explode with the pressure and the pain low down was tremendous but I was absolutely determined not to wet myself. Another 30 minutes passed and the chance of me getting to a loo before the dam burst was becoming less and less likely, I had leaked a substantial amount and was back to trying to ‘walk it off’ but I was so desperate that I could hardly walk!
    I shouted up to see if there was any update on an engineer and my team leader said she would go and find out, she had been charged with keeping me company but I wasn’t particularly fussed about company unless that company could get me out or provide me with a bucket or something to pee into! When she eventually returned she said that my manager was calling to get an update, she had come to the floor below me this time and we discovered we could speak using our normal voices rather than shouting.
    “You ok?” she asked, “I’m literally bursting for a wee, I don’t think I can hold it for much longer” I replied, I no longer cared who knew it. “Didn’t you go earlier when you said you needed it?” she asked, “Erm, no, that was when I got stuck in the lift, it’s hurting it’s so bad now!” I said through my gritted teeth. “Oh my god I’m surprised you’ve not wet yourself!” she exclaimed, “I’m not far off!” I laughed weakly, trying to make light of the situation. She then launched into a tale of the time she had needed a wee the most “Once I was on my way to my Nan’s house on the train and I was desperate for a wee, then the train got stuck and had to stop because someone had jumped in front of a train further down the line so we were there for almost 3 hours before someone finally came and got us off the train and walked us to a coach to take us to the next station. I was absolutely beside myself. I was so desperate that I even considered just letting it go onto the seat, I was wearing a skirt so could have hiked it up and just peed, but I was embarrassed so I held it!”
    Suddenly I was fascinated, “Wow, how on earth did you hold it for all that time?” I asked her, “It was okay at first I just needed it badly then it got worse and worse and worse until eventually it was all I could think about and then when they came to get us off the train and onto the coach I had to hold myself while I walked, climbing down the ladder onto the track was almost more than I could manage, I had to really squeeze hard to hold it in or I’d have peed on the guy at the bottom holding the ladder!” she answered, “Oh dear, how on earth did you manage to hold it until the next station on the coach?” I asked, flushing with excitement but trying to play it cool. “Well, walking wasn’t too bad, it seemed to help even though it hurt, but when I got on the coach I had to hold myself again and bounced around on the seat like crazy! There was several of us all in the same state though, there was one woman who peed as soon as we got off the train, she just stooped down where she was and peed, it went on forever she must have been absolutely desperate to resort to that, we were all standing there and she was just peeing in the middle of us all!” she then added “Sorry, it’s probably not helping talking about people weeing while you’re so desperate!”
    “Actually it’s taking my mind off it a little for some reason” I answered, eager to continue the conversation I added “So how long had you been holding it, and why didn’t you go before you got on the train?” “Well, I’d been shopping in Birmingham before getting on the train and had drunk a large coffee and a bottle of water, oh and a large coke at McDonalds with my lunch, I realised I needed it while I was stood on the platform but it was a long way to go all the way back up to the station and I didn’t want to miss my train, plus my Nan only lives a few minutes from the train station so I thought I’d be able to go in half an hour or so when I got off the train, little did I know there would be such a delay!” she answered, I could barely move again now from the pressure and pain in my bladder, I was standing with my legs crossed and my hands in my crotch and genuinely thought I was about to lose it.
    “It was the worst I’ve ever needed a wee, it hurt so badly that I would have done anything to be able to go! I was looking for a cup or anything that I could just let a bit out into, I even got up and walked to see if there was an empty carriage so I could hide behind a seat and go but there were people in all of them” she said, “I’m surprised you didn’t end up wetting yourself!” I exclaimed, afraid that I was about to do exactly that. “No, I was determined I wasn’t going to do that, I surprised myself with how long I could hold it actually, after an hour I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer but it was more than 4 hours by the time I got to the loo at the next station” she said, sounding proud. “Wow that’s a long time to hold it, I’m not surprised it hurt, I bet you ran to the loo when you got to the station didn’t you?” I enquired, I was squeezing everything but still trickling now, standing with my legs crossed trying to concentrate on my questions and remain part of the conversation despite my bladder beginning to fail in the most painful of ways.
    “Well to be honest by the time I got off the train I could hardly walk, my bladder hurt so much and was so hard that when I walked it felt as though it was bouncing and it really hurt and I felt as though if I opened my legs too far I would wee myself! So I had to walk slowly and really squeeze hard, I pretty much waddled to the loo and there was only one cubicle with several people waiting, I literally didn’t think I could hold it any longer and was trying not to hold myself as people were looking so I just stood with my legs crossed so tightly and everything tensed and held on for dear life until it was my turn, I have to admit I had started to pee a little by the time I got to the front of the queue and by the time it was my turn my knickers were damp and my tights had wet streaks down them! It was the best wee EVER!” she proclaimed.
    I had fallen silent in desperation, I had to go SO badly that I couldn’t even form a sentence, it hurt like nothing on earth and I was barely holding it despite the squeezing and pressing of my fingers deeply into my pee hole. “Are you okay in there boss?” the team leader asked, “Mmm hmmm!” I replied through gritted teeth, I threw my head back and bit my lip as the pain reached unbearable levels. “I bet you’re about to burst aren’t you? You’ve been in there for two hours!” she said, I hadn’t realised it had been that long, no wonder it was so agonisingly painful, I had been bursting at the seams when I entered the lift! “I’m going to wet myself, is the engineer here yet?” I asked frantically as pee rushed out of my pee hole past my fingers and soaked my crotch leaving a wet patch that ran down my thigh. I tried to hold it but it was just becoming so urgent that I was having real trouble.
    “You can hold it, remember me on the train? I thought I was going to wet myself but held it for hours, it hurts but you can hold it!” she replied, “I thought I was going to wet myself when I was talking to you earlier, now it’s actually happening! I really can’t hold it it’s starting to come! PLEASE find someone who can let me out, can you pull the doors open?? Even if you just pass something in like a bucket or something?” I pleaded. I could hear her tugging at the doors and I could hear the outer one open, “Can you open the door? I can see the bottom of the lift!” she said, I had to really hold myself as I pulled open the door, there was a gap at the bottom but it was only about an inch wide, it was no good, she couldn’t pass in a bucket or anything that would help. I thought I was going to cry, I was literally about to burst, my bladder hurt so much and was cramping so badly that I knew I would completely lose it any second.
    “Ooh, I know!” she said and I heard her rush off, I was really leaking when she came back but was valiantly trying to hold back the full flood, my trousers were becoming more and more damp though and their pale grey colour was really showing the streaks! I was panicking which didn’t help, “Here! It has no holes as it has to keep the air in, it can be our secret I won’t tell anyone!” she said as she pushed a plastic vacuum storage bag through the tiny gap, “Go into this and pass it back through to me and I will throw it away, I’ll make sure nobody comes while you do it!” she said.
    I have never been so grateful in my whole life; I rolled down the top of the huge Ziploc back and made a sort of bucket shape out of the thick plastic. It felt weird pulling down my trousers and knickers but I was so utterly bursting that I soon got over it in favour of relief, I squatted down over the rolled up bag and before I had time to think about it I was letting rip the strongest, fastest wee I have ever known, it could clearly be heard hitting the plastic and it hurt a little to finally be relaxing my sore muscles. It felt hot coming out and I couldn’t stop shaking as I finally felt my poor bladder empty… “Blimey, are you ever going to stop? Do you need another bag?” I heard my team leader just outside the door laughing.
    I felt so embarrassed that I stopped peeing almost instantly and just couldn’t start again, I still needed it quite badly but at least I felt a lot better than I had moments before. I lingered over the bag for a while desperately starting to restart the stream to feel the relief of a full bladder but the embarrassment of the situation had overcome the desperation so I knew it was a lost cause. I stood up and sighed with relief before carefully lifting the bag up and meticulously sealed the top of the bag to ensure than none could escape as I squeezed it out of the gap for my ever loyal team leader to dispose of! As I passed it out of the gap I thanked her for her innovation, she had saved me a major embarrassment, particularly since it was another 2 hours before the engineer arrived and another 30 minutes before he managed to free me, by this time my trousers had dried but I was absolutely bursting for a wee again and couldn’t wait to go and sit on a lovely cool toilet and enjoy complete relief!
    My team leader hasn’t stopped talking about it every time we’re alone now, and keeps telling me every time she’s desperate for a wee! I may have started something! x
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    Pain got a reaction from vexer6 for a blog entry, Bollywood Calling (Remastered)   
    Edited by- frostyjr2
    Katrina Kaif, superstar of the Hindi film industry, always kept herself in a shroud of secrecy. Media was always flooded with the reports of her link-ups but she never spoke on the issue. Some people argued that her actual name is ‘Katrina Turquotte’ but she never bothered to reply to any questions which were not directly related to her job.
    As usual, Katrina was busy shooting for one of her movies that day.
    An actor’s life is always hectic and her life was no different. Katrina knew the amount of hard work and sweat it took to reach to the top. She was a struggler once, roaming the streets of Mumbai in search of work and now, she was an established star... heart throb of millions. People would wait in lines for hours and hours on end to meet her, such was her star power. Although critics had slammed her several times for her poor acting skills, it rarely caught up to her. Tough competition from fellow actors always kept her on her toes, because she knew the main reason she was so immensely popular amongst the masses was because of her mind-blowing good looks and a goddess-like figure.
    So she worked really hard to look beautiful on-screen; from working out in the gym to keeping her diet in check, she was doing it all, but most importantly she always drank a lot of water to keep herself hydrated and energetic.
    Even today she was just focusing on her work, getting ready for the next scene as she consumed a considerable amount of water between the shots.
    “Ma’am, we are ready to shoot,” one of the assistant directors informed her.
    ‘I’ll be there in just a moment,” Katrina replied as the make-up artist gave finishing touches to her make-up.
    The sun blazed high in the sky. As they began filming the scene, Katrina became engrossed in her character and dialogues, although she never forgot to take regular sips from her water bottle between takes. Kat had consumed a whopping three bottles of water and a tall glass of lemonade since she began shooting and she hadn’t been to the loo even once yet.
    Shooting today wasn’t any different from the other days, looking heavenly on screen was the top priority. In between the shots , Katrina felt a slight nudge within her bladder. Maybe all the water she had consumed was finally catching up to her. She glanced at the digital wall-clock hanging at the set; it was 1 o’clock, which meant there were still six hours to go before the pack-up.
    “I’d better make a visit to the toilet and then resume with the shoot” Kat thought to herself. As the break-time was called, she walked off to her vanity trailer with her assistant, Sandy.
    As the actress opened the door to the loo, she witnessed an over-flowing toilet, mucky water spewing out as if it were to flood the entire vanity van.
    “Sandy!” she called out in rage, “What the hell is this?” she asked, pointing towards the commode.
    Sandy was in utter shock. Superstars of such strata are supposed to be provided with five-star facilities and all of their needs and whims are to be accommodated no matter how absurd or trivial, but somehow this error had crept in. Such negligence with regard to a most basic and essential need could possibly cost Sandy her job!
    “I’ll get it fixed right away, ma’am! Could you please wait outside until it’s done?” she requested politely, although she knew Katrina would be angry at this.
    “Huh…Okay, I’ll be waiting on the sets. Just get it fixed fast!” Kat ordered as she stepped out of the vanity.
    As Katrina sat around, texting on her phone, one of the assistant directors from the unit came along.
    ”Ma’am, I’ve heard you're having a problem with your trailer. Do you need me to arrange another one for you?” he asked.
    “No, I’d rather use mine; please get it fixed as quickly as possible,” she said a bit sharply, before getting back to her texting. Her need to pee wasn’t urgent so she was just talking with people.
    She was beginning to feel hungry by this time, so she ordered herself a plate of rice with curd, a cinnamon roll and a cup of black coffee. Twenty minutes later when she was done with her lunch ,she called up Sandy to get some feedback about the ongoing repairs.
    “Are they done yet?” Katrina asked.
    “No ma’am, I’m afraid not. The technicians have reported a major break-down and they need to take the vanity to the service center for repairs” she reported, somewhat terrified at the thought of how would Katrina react to this.
    “What?! she yelled through the phone, “Where am I supposed to change my costumes and go to the loo then?” she growled.
    “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but you may have to share a vanity with other actors or use the public restrooms for today," Sandy informed her. Then there was an awkward silence as neither of them spoke for a moment.
    “Are you telling me that they want me to use the same toilet which all the unit members use?” Katrina then demanded petulantly. It was an affront to her dignity to ask her to use public loos and her ego wouldn’t allow her to share another actor’s van.
    “Ma’am I know it’s really inconvenient for you but ….” said Sandy.
    Even before she could complete her sentence Katrina countered, “ I don’t give a fuck if the vanity is not working , get it fixed or arrange another one! I will stall the shoot indefinitely my demands aren’t fulfilled,” she yelled and hung up the call.
    Sandy immediately called one of the members of the production team to arrange for a replacement vanity trailer.
    “Hello, this is Sandy, Katrina’s assistant,” she spoke through the phone.
    “Yes ,how may I help you?” came the reply.
    “I’d like you to arrange an air conditioned vanity van for Katrina since her van has broken down and is being taken for repairs,” she explained. “Could you please get it done as soon as possible?”
    “I am sorry to inform you miss, but I personally asked Miss Kaif if she’d like us to arrange another one earlier, and she declined,” the man replied. “We’ve sent the only spare vanity to another shooting location now,” he stated, “So I'm sorry, but I can’t help you with this at the moment.”
    Sandy was totally nonplussed now. “No replacement trailer?!! Katrina will be so angry when she finds out about this,” she thought.
    She even asked the producer of the movie for help but to no avail.
    When Katrina finally was told what had transpired, she stalled the shoot as she had warned earlier.
    “Ma'am, please try to understand the situation,” said the Producer, “All the location company's remaining vanities are booked on other shoots, and it will be at least 3 to 4 hours before another one becomes available. We can’t wait that long, or we’ll incur a huge loss”, he pleaded. "As it is, we're wasting daylight, and we need to shoot this scene now!"
    Katrina could now feel her bladder filling up; she was almost at three quarters full. These sensations made her argue with the producers even more.
    “I need my requests to be fulfilled, only then will I resume the shoot, do you get me?” she growled.
    She just wasn’t willing to listen to anyone, after all she was a star and she needed to be treated like one. Throwing tantrums on the sets was a common phenomenon, since people were always there who would fend for her.
    An hour and a half passed by. Meanwhile, from the Director and Producer on down to the set dressers, everyone was doing their bit to convince her. Katrina had never been this diva-like on the set before; this hyper-aggressive and attention-seeking attitude had crept in only after a few recent box-office successes.
    She wasn’t ready to negotiate, but then she realized that it wasn't really the producer's fault that they wouldn’t be able to accede to her demands and this wasn’t the only project she had to work upon. Other projects she had committed to also needed to be looked after, so she thought it was better to adjust a little and wrap up the work as quickly and efficiently as possible, then she would be free to go.
    Katrina agreed to resume the shoot, but only on the condition of extra payment, which was quickly conceded by the film's producers, who were now desperate to resume shooting. She was provided with a changing room, but was still lacking a personal toilet.
    “Ma'am, the shot is ready,” informed Sandy.
    “I’m on my way.” As Kat stood up from her seat, she could clearly feel the strain on her bladder which had significantly increased in prominence, although this had gone unnoticed because she had been sitting down all this while.
    “Maybe I should go to the toilets first, then report at the sets ” Katrina thought.
    As she opened the door to the single common toilet stall present on the entire set, she was mortified by the sight of filthiness. It seemed the crew hadn’t cleaned or maintained the loos for a very long time now. It smelled absolutely horrible, and she covered her face with her hand to ward off the stench. “I am never going to use such a nasty loo” she told herself.
    The only way left for her was to hold her pee until the shoot ended.
    She shot a look at her wrist watch. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so she still had 3 hours to go before she could go home. “I can wait that long” she thought.
    Little did she knew that she had seriously miscalculated how much she drank earlier, in fact she was being a little too overconfident on her holding abilities.
    Wearing light blue jeans and a white top as per her character’s needs, she walked off towards the sets.
    On regular days she’d go to the loo every thirty minutes, but if necessary she could easily wait for up to a couple of hours. Kat had been desperate to pee only a handful of times before and she was unaware of the fact that the limits of her boastful cast iron bladder were going to be severely tested that day.
    After a short discussion, they launched into the dialogue sequence. Unfortunately, the male protagonist wasn’t well prepared and they had to do the scene over a few times.
    Kat’s urge to go to the toilet was becoming more serious by the moment. Maybe her decision to resume the shoot without responding to her nature calls was wrong after all. Nevertheless she kept shooting, putting her need to urinate on the back burner.
    She made sure not to consume any more liquids, though; the amount of water she had drunk earlier was already proving to be too much to be held back with ease.
    As the time passed slowly, her need to piss increased at an alarming rate. In fact, it had intensified to such an extent that it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee now, though Katrina was still adamant not to use the toilet on the sets.
    “I’ll quickly wrap up the shoot and head home,” she thought.
    Even before she was a world famous celebrity, Katrina had always despised using public loos. Being a cleanliness freak, she would never allow herself to walk into such filthy areas, no matter how desperate she was.
    The director planned to film her monologue first. Katrina started with her text and after a minute the camera operator stopped and asked her to do it again because of some lighting problem. Then she wasn’t able to deliver the exact expressions and emotions the director wanted from her, and this delayed the shoot a little more. During her monologue, she was asked to stop and repeat a little part a few times. After about an hour or so of this, she was really feeling a massive urge to pee.
    She tried to act normally, but several times she found herself squirming and rubbing her thighs together, growing a bit uncomfortable now.
    “Kat! Can I talk to you for a second” the director asked. He probably wanted to discuss some scenes before they filmed them. "The screenwriter has just given us some changes to the script, sorry !"
    As they spoke, Katrina stood with her legs wide apart. Crossing them would have been too suggestive of her desperate state, but even so she was gritting her teeth from needing to pee really badly now. She revised her monologue on a minute’s notice; even though she was rather distracted by her almost full bladder , she knew she had to focus on her work.
    As she shot the scene, she thought of the day when she left her home in London, to make a career in the Hindi film industry, or "Bollywood" as it is familiarly called.
    When she first came to India, she didn’t even speak the native tongue, but still she was confident she would pull it off. Those days of struggle and hardships were the ones that molded her into what she was today. They had said she could never be an actress but she had proven them all wrong, hadn't she? If she could do that, surely she could manage to hold her pee in just a bit longer !
    It was 7:20 pm when the shoot finally came to an end. Katrina had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive.
    “We’ll be going straight home,” she informed Sandy.
    “Ma'am, I am truly sorry, but you’ve to attend Mrs. Chawla’s charity function, since you’ve been invited as one of the Chief Guests at the event,” Sandy said. "It is crucial for you to make an appearance, otherwise, you know, it gives a bad impression.”
    “Oh, right, I totally forgot about that! I don’t feel like going at all…” Katrina sighed, “…but since Mrs. Chawla is a close friend, it is better to attend the function, I suppose.”
    “Ma'am, if you really don’t feel like, then let it be, I’ll just tell her that you were busy with your shoots or something,” Sandy suggested.
    “No, it’s okay, the event is for a good cause and I shouldn’t withhold my support ,” Kat replied, “But is there any way we could head home first, and then attend the event?” she asked, really wanting to use the loo at home.
    “Ma'am, I’m afraid not. We’re already running late for the event; if we're going, then we'd better hurry up,” Sandy said.
    Katrina stood there for a moment, balancing her urgent need against her desire to help a friend.
    Finally she said, “Okay then, let’s go. I just hope they have a clean toilet , because I would really like to use the restroom as soon as we get there!”
    This was the first time Sandy was made fully aware of Katrina’s condition, although she wasn’t surprised since she had seen Kat drinking a lot of water during the shoot earlier that day.
    “Sure ma’am, I’ll call them up and ask them to arrange a hygienic restroom facility for you,” Sandy replied.
    Wearing a pink top and a pair of fashionably tight blue jeans now, she left for the event. No sensible woman would have ever left the set, needing to pee as much as she did.
    With most of the water still remaining to pass through her, she was in for a desperate ride. It was a total gamble to try to hold it and travel since she already was immensely desperate and there was a huge possibility that she’d be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic jam at this time of day.
    As the ride towards the event continued, Kat was growing considerably frantic. She could feel she was already holding a lot of liquid in her bladder. She crossed her legs, and rubbed her thighs with her hands; she was ready to do anything that would have reduced the pressure.
    “My bladder is bursting, Sandy! When are we going to get there?” She inquired, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from her rock hard abdomen. It eased a great deal of pressure down there, but she still was longing to pee.
    Her assistant noticed that Kat was getting quite restless and irritated.
    Then again, what else could you expect from a person who had not been able to use the toilet for a good six hours or, in her case, even longer than that?
    “Oh dear, are you going to be okay?” Sandy asked, a bit concerned now. “We’ll be there before you know it...”
    “I hope so!”
    Every now and then Kat lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from the destination she was. She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands on her knees rocking back and forth.
    Sure enough, the traffic was terrible, and it was 7:45 pm when the car ultimately reached its destination. Katrina held her bladder with her left hand and wiggled her butt a little.
    “OH yeah! I’m ready for my big release!” she chirped with excitement, looking out of the dark tinted window of her car. She had never felt her bladder this full ; obviously she was dying for a pee.
    She seemed a lot more fidgety and uncomfortable than she had been even just a few moments before; bouncing on her seat, wanting the car to stop so she could make a bee-line to the ladies.
    Sitting inside, she could see the massive crowd of people awaiting her, bright lights and all the glitter of stardom. This was what she had been working her entire life for.
    As her long BMW pulled up and stopped, she collected some grace in her demeanor and took a step out of the car onto the green carpet; meanwhile the fans went crazy shouting and howling her name. After all they had stood hours waiting for her and obviously there were paparazzi present at the venue too. She had to act normal, as if nothing was wrong. She couldn’t give out a clue that she was desperate to go to the restroom!
    Meanwhile an usher came to escort her.
    “This way ma'am..” he said as he guided her along. Katrina gently cupped her now quite visible bladder bulge and followed him till she reached the backstage area.
    “Where are the toilets?” she asked, but just as she did, she heard the host announce her name.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only, Katrina Kaif!” a thunderous round of applause and cheering followed. This was her cue to make her entrance on stage, and normally there was no way she would have delayed it, but she absolutely had to use the restroom now.
    “Sandy, couldn’t you ask them to hold on for a moment? They didn’t give me any time to freshen up, I really need to use the loo,” she said.
    “Ma'am , you've already been announced, and they are waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, it’s time to be on stage,” an event manager informed her.
    There was no escaping it now; she had to be on stage no matter what. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly, but it looked like she would have to hold it a while longer.
    There was a repetitive chant of, “I have to go to the washroom ….. I have to go to the washroom,” inside her head as she stood there.
    Unwillingly Katrina climbed upon the stage slowly and carefully, making sure not to put any strain on her super-full bladder.
    The audience and media went berserk as they got the first glimpse of their favorite star, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs blinding her as they took their photographs. They were whistling and calling her name out to try to get her to look in their direction, as Katrina waved to her fans, received the bouquet of flowers humbly and went straight to occupy one of the seats on stage.
    She felt a drop of sweat running down her back; maybe her body was trying to get rid of the excess liquid.
    “Yes.. the more I sweat, the less I have to pee” she thought, but the cool breeze flowing through the open air event wasn’t helping and being seated, there was little to nothing she could do to help her body sweat more.
    She didn’t give a hoot about the ongoing event. Her entire thought process was focused on the fact that she needed to piss like a race horse.
    She sat there wiggling her body as unobtrusively as possible, trying to endure this unfavorable situation.
    “Now I call upon the ever-so-gorgeous Bollywood beauty Katrina Kaif to come and share her thoughts about the issue,” said the host.
    Unfortunately, Katrina didn’t remember what ‘issue’ the host was speaking of.
    She had entirely lost her presence of mind but she had to speak something or else what would the media and her beloved fans think of her?
    Katrina methodically and cautiously took small steps to the podium, trying her level best to keep her posture as gracious as possible, amidst the huge sound of claps and howls. Her bladder was full to the brim, and this made it impossible for her to even stand straight let alone walk. There she stood on the stage, with her bladder ready to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb. She felt really uncomfortable standing in front of such a huge crowd and wanting to go to the toilet so badly. As she spoke through the mike, she rubbed her thighs together, uttering random phrases that were coming to her mouth, she wasn’t even able to think straight from needing to pee so badly. The audience couldn’t really understand what she was trying to say, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least.
    Katrina didn’t have any idea what issue she was supposed to be talking about; all her focus and endurance was being burned up in the effort to stand still and hold her pee in.
    Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt in her bladder intensifying the pressure manifold. Knowing just how close she had come to wetting herself at that point, she almost buried her hand in her crotch but somehow resisted, realizing she was in full public view at the moment.
    “…..I thank you all once again,” she managed to say, before she went back to her seat.
    Kat was steeling herself to keep from running off the stage to use the nearest toilet available as it would have seemed to be rude and disrespectful.
    Instead, she waited patiently, nursing an aching bladder between her hips as the next speaker rose and made their way to the podium.
    She crossed her legs so tightly her posture almost looked unnatural, but anything that helped reduce the incredible strain on her sphincter was crucial. Losing control and wetting herself was not at all an option... what would her fans think if she were to have an accident in public, and at a charity function, no less? Her impeccable social image, the aura of a perfect dream life that a star carries around, all of that would be over for her. It was this thought that gave her the courage and stamina to hang on.
    Finally after 20 minutes of honorary award distribution, the event came to its end.
    Kat wasted no time in making her exit. She clasped her butt as soon as she got off the stage. The pressure she was experiencing on her pee hole was colossal, and the only thing on her mind was to get inside a toilet and take a wee. It didn’t even matter to her anymore if it was a personal toilet or a public one; all that mattered was gaining relief.
    “Lead me to the toilets, please…. I’ve got to drain my bladder,” Katrina asked Sandy, desperately shaking her thighs.
    “Ma'am, I am afraid there are no toilets here,” Sandy replied, avoiding any eye contact.
    As Katrina heard this, a wave of horror ran through her body. She almost lost control and wet herself then and there, but somehow barely managed to keep the desperate urge in check.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered fiercely, making sure nobody else could listen to them as the bouncers made way through the crowd for her.
    “I am really sorry ma'am, but this event is being held at an open ground with no restroom facilities,” Sandy replied guiltily. For some reason, she almost felt as if it was her fault that Kat wasn’t getting an opportunity to relieve herself.
    She realized what Sandy had said was actually the truth; it was an open field.
    “Hey!, Are there any toilets around?” Katrina asked an event coordinator who happened to be nearby.
    “No, ma'am, there are no toilets around here.” he answered before continuing on his way in a rush.
    Sandy saw that Katrina’s bladder was now bulging out like a basketball. No wonder she was so desperate!
    Poor Kat was left speechless. She had been so sure that once she’d gotten off of the stage, she could finally take a long glorious piss, but it looked like she might have to push herself even more and hang on until she found a solution to the serious crisis she was dealing with.
    “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?” she asked herself.
    She was fidgeting now, really worried about when and where she was going to pee.
    When she was certain that there weren’t any toilets around, she made a decision that was quite risky. There was a major chance that she’d not be able to pull it off and would end up failing miserably and peeing her pants. The only way out of this suffering was to try to get home to use the toilet. There was absolutely no other option left.
    “Sandy, we are leaving right now!” she exclaimed, revealing the extent of her desperation.
    The thought of holding her pee till she reached home sent chills up and down her spine. She had already come really close to wetting her panties just now.
    The plan was to make a quick exit out of the event and head straight home. People were trying to talk to her but the bouncers were fending them off, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being mobbed.
    Kat saw Mrs. Chawla talking to some guests. It is a common courtesy to say goodbye to your host before you leave, so she went up straight to her.
    “Hello...” she greeted Mrs. Chawla as they both exchanged a kiss on their cheeks.
    “I am so glad you showed up my dear…” Mrs. Chawla stated, smiling as widely as possible.
    “Oh it’s nothing. It was a wonderful event, but I am surprised there aren’t any toilets around here?” Katrina said, bouncing on her knees not caring if it made her desperation obvious. She was not trying to keep up appearances now; she was just trying to keep from losing control and ending up with in a massive flood cascading down her pants.
    “Yes , I am sorry for that," Mrs. Chawla said distractedly.
    She seemed quite oblivious to Kat's state of advanced desperation as she took her by the hand and led her away from the door.
    "Come, let me introduce you to Mr. Singhania, he flew here from Dubai just to attend this event…”
    Katrina interacted with the guests unwillingly for a couple of minutes, all the while having to contain a vast quantity of liquid in her, and feeling more full than she had ever been in her whole life. She tried to concentrate, but it seemed like they all were just blabbering on and on. They had no idea that she was nursing a bladder which was ready to start overflowing with pee at any moment.
    At last, when Katrina could hardly manage to think of anything else except, “I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! " she said, “I think I’ll leave Mrs. Chawla, I must go home now,” making a hugging gesture, trying to bail out as fast as she could.
    “Oh dear, can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Mrs. Chawla asked, wanting her to stay, as she held Kat by her elbow. "So many of them have come just to see you, you know..."
    Katrina forced a smile on her face and said, “No I really have to go," before she added softly, "I can’t begin to tell you just how much I need to pee right now,” shaking her legs a little bit.
    “Looks like you’re really desperate for the loo! So sad, we couldn’t arrange restrooms at this place, then you could have stayed longer” Mrs. Chawla said, finally noticing the state poor Kat was in. “Well, never mind, I’ll see you again soon.”
    “Ya, b-bye!” Kat said and left as quickly as possible heading straight to the place where her car was waiting for her, completely ignoring any calls from her fans who were shouting her name loud enough to make the entire neighborhood echo.
    The walk to the car was sheer agony; each step felt like it would tear her bladder apart.
    For such a) slim girl she had a pretty big tank, but after all, every bladder has its limits. She waved to every gazing eye and quickly got inside the car.
    It was 8:30 pm by the time she made her departure.
    “Let’s go home quick” she ordered her driver, as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to take some pressure off of her pee hole.
    Katrina made the driver put up the partition screen so he couldn’t watch or listen to what was going on in the back seat. She definitely didn’t want him to witness her desperation, and it was also a precaution in case she finally lost control and wet her pants during the ride home.
    “Oh Sandy, it was such a long day,” she said breathing heavily, giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes as she looked out of the window.
    “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon” Sandy replied encouragingly.
    Kat was happy to finally be rushing home to pee after an entire day of work. She only wished there was an even faster way to get there so she could end her dilemma.
    She undid the button and zipper of her jeans, which reduced a great deal of pressure from her bladder. She caressed her painfully swollen abdomen, “I drank like….like … so much water.. .and I’ve been holding it for so long…” she stated, squirming and wiggling her butt.
    She was extremely worried now about whether she’d be able to reach home in time or not.
    She was feeling a lot better with her zip undone, but later when she would get out of the car she was going to suffer in agony when she will need to do it up again, compressing her swollen bladder once more.
    She didn’t have any idea of what time it was, she didn’t care what day it was, she didn’t know where they were going, all she was concerned about was her need to pee which was driving her crazy.
    “I've really got to go…” she sighed.
    Each speed bump on the way made her bladder want to explode.
    She was vigorously rubbing her crossed thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other. Her breathing had turned really heavy, signifying her extreme need to relieve herself. She was about to pee all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. She wasn’t ready to let go of her perfect life model; she always used to think that a star’s life should be perfect, that nothing should happen against their desire, but here she was, holding her crotch. The moment she wet herself her perfect life would end, then and there.
    Somewhere at the back of her mind she just wanted to scream at the driver to pull over so she could pee by the side of the road, but that would have made a major NEWS headlines for tomorrow morning and she certainly didn’t want that.
    As the car neared a traffic signal that flashed red, she panicked, “Oh my god, we’re gonna stop.” The driver pressed on the brakes, and this sudden lurch was enough to make her lose control for a moment. She spurted a stream of wee into her panties, and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her jeans before Katrina somehow managed to regain control of her sphincter and stem the flow immediately.
    “Oh my fucking god, it’s starting to come out…” her body was wracked by shivers, and she could feel that her chances of making it in time were fading away little by little.
    “I really should have used the toilet on the sets..” she gasped. "I don't think I can hold on much longer...I'm not going to make it."
    “Oh no, hang in there Kat” Sandy said, with a hint of support and sympathy in her tone.
    Katrina had fought a gallant battle against her body, but now it seemed like her control was slipping. Still, she was so close to her home now and her self-respect would not let her to give in to the situation. She wasn’t ready to succumb to her need and wet herself just yet; she would hold on until she couldn't any longer.
    As the car neared her apartment building, Katrina squeezed her crotch with all the strength left inside her.
    “Oh my god, I can see the fucking entrance, 17 floors…” she sighed.
    She said this to herself so that she could collect all her will and resolve to hold it back until she reached the toilet.
    The very moment, the car finally stopped, she literally jumped out of it without even trying to zip up her jeans. Any additional pressure would have been dangerous at this point.
    She had left a small patch of urine on the car seat but she didn’t notice it. Holding her rock hard bladder with one hand and covering the unbuttoned part of her jeans with the other, she took quick baby steps to the elevator, leaving Sandy behind in her haste. She didn’t care if anyone saw the wet patch on her crotch, at least it was better than completely wetting herself in public.
    After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was seemingly too taxing for her bladder, but Katrina somehow managed to control the urge to pee which was now almost overwhelming her. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but she was just a few brief moments away from the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now!
    She hobbled across the empty hallway; no sign of a single person gave her the chance to grab her crotch again. She pressed the button to call for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she quickly got inside just as Sandy finally caught up to her.
    The elevator started ascending slowly, much too slowly.
    “Oh my god, no….” Katrina cried out with a look of horror on her face as another two second long stream of fresh, hot urine ran down her right leg, expanding the wet patch drastically along the way as it went. A few dribbles fell on the floor, making it evident that she was losing control of her bladder now.
    “Fuck, this is embarrassing..” she sighed, her confidence shattered a bit.
    What if the world knew that the ever-perfect star was not that perfect after all?
    Her entire body was trembling with the sheer pressure of needing to pee so much. She knew there was a hidden camera installed in the elevator, so a taking a leak there was not possible. That bit of video would be probably posted to the various social media sites and go viral before she even had a chance to get inside and change her clothes!
    This was the moment when Sandy actually felt sorry for the actress. She couldn’t stand watching Katrina in such a vulnerable state but there was no way she could help her out.
    Getting to the desired floor was taking a while and time went by slowly, almost seeming to stand still as Kat anxiously watched the lights indicating each floor it was passing.
    “When are we going to get there?!” Kat wailed, her face looking almost as if she was about to cry.
    “Hold on just a while more, we’ll be there any moment…” Sandy quoted.
    “I’ve never held my pee this long ever before…” Katrina breathed, as she blew air from her pursed lips, denoting the incredible amount of pressure she was battling to hold back the inevitable flood. She violently wiggled her legs as she kept pressing her hand into her wet crotch.
    Finally, the moment came when the lift finally stopped at the 17th floor.
    Katrina knew her maid must be at home so there was no bother looking for the keys to get in.
    She held her breath with all her might as the elevator opened.
    She was sure that if she relaxed her body for even a moment she would loose control of her bladder. With her body significantly bent forward she took tiny steps to the door of her apartment and rang the bell, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open it.
    Instead, Kat could hear the sound of a loud vacuum cleaner, and the blaring of Indian pop music from the radio on the other side of the door.
    “Oh my God, she’s not answering the door” she said as she doubled over in agony, legs tightly crossed and grabbing her crotch with her left hand all this while. Luckily there was no one around to witness her predicament.
    Every single second seemed like an eternity to her, since she was holding so much back.
    After waiting for about ten seconds, Katrina rang the bell again, this time almost continuously pressing the buzzer.
    “Open the door quick… I have to go to the toilet!” she yelled as she banged on the door multiple times, 20 times in a row in fact, hoping that the maid would hear it over the sound of the radio and vacuum cleaner .
    She took sparse breaths; she was trying to keep her body as stiff and taut as possible.
    At this point any muscle relaxation would have been dangerous.
    She took out her phone from her jeans pocket and called her maid now. Sandy saw her hands shaking as she did this.
    “Pick up the call, pick up the call,” Kat chanted to herself as she heard the phone ringing.
    As she stood there, Katrina’s legs were trembling, her wee was right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably and this time she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
    The maid wasn’t answering the call. She probably couldn't hear anything above the sound of the vacuum cleaner and the music.
    Kat had thought of using the toilet right at the moment she got home, but it seemed like it wasn’t her day, and the denial of her anticipated release only made things worse. She had wanted to go to the toilet for almost eight hours now... how much longer would she have to wait to gain the relief she had needed so desperately all this while?
    She tried to ring her for a last time.
    “Hello?” the maid finally answered.
    “Can’t you hear that I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long?” Kat yelled through the phone, hopping from foot to foot.
    “Sorry ma'am! I was using the vacuum, I didn’t hear anything,” the maid replied, as she hurriedly walked towards the door to open it.
    “ I’ve to go to the toilet, open the door quick!’ Kat cried, with a look of utmost distress and agony on her face.
    “Just a moment ma'am..” the maid replied as she disconnected the call, dreading the fact that, how angry her boss would be once she let her in.
    Kat again rang the doorbell several times in frustration and pain, the maid finally opened the door.
    “Where the fuck have you been?!” Katrina shouted.
    She made a mad dash for the toilet, but had to stop suddenly, grabbing her crotch real hard as once again a one second long forceful spurt of urine escaped into her panties, widening the already huge wet patch on the crotch of her jeans and the right leg. This made her hold her breath even harder and make her muscles more stiff as she stood there leaning against the wall with one hand and grabbing her crotch with the other as she tried to regain a little control.
    “Oh no.., just a few more steps…” she cried out.
    Relief was now so close, yet still agonizingly far away.
    Each step increased the extreme pain in her bladder and made her feel each drop of the vast quantity of pee she had been bottling in for so long now.
    As she finally reached the toilet she opened the door quicker than she had opened any door in her entire life. She didn’t bother to lock it, although she pushed it a little to make the door slide close.
    Katrina could not even wait until she was fully seated on the toilet; the instant her panties were down and her legs just starting to bend her pee came blasting out like a fire-hose jetting all over and she dropped on the seat completely tired from holding it for so long.
    “Aaaaaah…!” she sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she face upwards. “Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed as she relaxed her aching bladder muscles completely and let her pee pour out. Then, “Oh the pressure!”
    She would have never have believed she was capable of peeing with such force. She had always been a steady stream girl, even when absolutely desperate, but this was the biggest blast of wee she had ever managed. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion.
    Her thoughts and sight were blurred by the relief she was feeling. Her eyeballs rolled back in utter bliss of finally being able to empty her bursting bladder. The feeling of relief was sheer ecstasy to her, and she felt a euphoric shiver run across her body. The stream coming out of her hole was so thick and strong that it felt like it would make a hole in the porcelain.
    “Huff…” she breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her urine as it continued gushing out of her bladder ferociously.
    It was uncanny that even after spurting so much piss for so long she still had a copious amount inside of her. There was a never-ending stream of pee rushing out of her now.
    Both Sandy and the maid could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of pee falling into the toilet bowl, and Sandy imagined the immense relief now flowing through Katrina's body.
    “It feels so good to finally release it!” Kat thought.
    After about a minute and a half of strong flow her stream slowed a bit, then became intermittent. Each spurt of urine that came out of her body gave her unbelievable satisfaction.
    She gave a couple of more thick short blasts and came to the conclusion that she was done peeing. Her bladder was finally empty, although it still hurt and felt extremely stretched.
    “Phew… that was a lot!” she said to herself with a smile running across her face.
    Oh, that feeling of a deflated bladder was beyond words.
    She stood up and regained her composure.
    This was undoubtedly the most important pee of her life and the longest one too.
    She was lucky there hadn’t been any unusually heavy Mumbai traffic that day, or God knows what would have happened.
    She pulled her wet jeans and panties back on, and it was only then that she realized just how big the wet patch actually was. It ran from her crotch all the way down to the ankle of the right leg of her jeans.
    “It seems I really needed to pee after all.. ” she said to herself, massaging her abdomen.
    As she came out of the toilet, she saw Sandy and her maid waiting for her in the dining room. They both saw the huge wet patch on her jeans but kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass their boss any further.
    “I want no one to know about this, understood?” she ordered. “And, Sandy, you tell the producer to get me a replacement vanity by tomorrow or I'm done with the shoot for that movie!”
    “Yes ma’am!” they said meekly in unison as they watched the star walk into her room and slam the door behind her.
    When she was out of sight behind the closed door however, Kat couldn't help smiling at the memory of her desperate day, and wondering if and when it might happen again…… soon.
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 51c) MATCH POINT (cont'd)   
    SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (PT.51c)
    MATCH POINT (cont'd.)
    (sound track: Bring Me To Life, by Evanescence)

    As we came around the corner, the rest of the combatants had gathered around the last two still fighting.
    Apparently Petra and Vicky had both lost their matches; they were standing there chastened and disarmed next to Judith and Kris.
    The score was even now, three victories and three defeats, and the final outcome would rest on this last match, win or lose.
    It was River and Cestus, still fighting ferociously.
    Although Cestus was the faster of the two, River was countering his speed with her teleportation skill and somehow managing to evade his sword on any potentially lethal strike.
    It was fascinating to watch her as she danced her way out of danger over and over again, and I could sense the frustration of her opponent at his inability to best her.
    Finally, Cestus grew impatient; wanting to end the fight, he made a small technical error in his attack. This allowed River to counterattack. That had always been her specialty, and it was quite effective this time.
    With a heavy strike of her sabre, she quite literally disarmed her opponent, severing his hand at the wrist and sending it and the sword it still held flying through the air.
    River quickly moved the edge of her weapon to her adversary’s throat as Cestus fell to his knees before her, his blood spurting violently from the wound.
    “Surrender now, and this thing will be over. There’s no need for you to be destroyed,” River said.
    “Surrender… to an upstart like you?” Cestus said with a sneer. “Better that I should cease to exist than to be defeated and dishonored so… do what you will now.”
    I could see River’s face darken at that; the insult the pale thin vampire had just delivered was having its intended effect.
    He was deliberately trying to provoke and enrage her, but what could he possibly gain by that now?
    “Well, if that’s the way you want it, then take that!” she fairly shouted in her anger.
    She drew back her sabre, then rapidly thrust it forward.
    The pale thin vampire didn’t flinch, but instead met her blade with a sardonic smile on his lips.
    “River, don’t!” I cried.
    I was trying to prevent her from delivering the coup de grace, but it was too late.
    Cestus fell to the ground as River’s blade pierced his heart. His pale face was contorted into a last mocking sneer, and his last words were “Au revoir, mes amis.”
    With his good hand, he grabbed hold of her slender legs and the two of them disappeared for an instant before only River rematerialized in front of us.
    “NO! Master!” Bethy exclaimed, horrified.
    Now my sweet little sister was standing there with a rather pleased expression on her face as she casually wiped the blood from her sword.
    I don’t think she realized what had just happened in the heat of the moment, and it would take a little while for the full essence of Cestus’s evil to merge with her own nature.
    Still, the damage had already been done.
    Hannah and I both watched helplessly as the change came over her.
    We could see something different in her blue eyes now, as if those beautiful pools of water had become as cold as ice, frozen over by a sudden blast of winter chill.
    There was still just enough left of her to realize what had happened, and she gave us a horrified look as she uttered, “Oh, goddess, what have I done?”
    Then she dropped her sabre and teleported out of sight.
    I could swear I saw tears in her eyes just before she vanished, tears of regret at what she had lost forever. Her innocence was gone now; it had been sacrificed in the name of victory.
    In winning the match for us, she had lost… herself.
    And now I wept too.
    <TO BE CONTINUED> \/-----\/
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (Pt. 52) TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS   
    SISTERHOOD OF BLOOD (PT. 52)
    TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS
    EPILOGUE:
    Cannes, one year later...
    (sound track: The Senate, by Foley with Miles Davis)

    The band was vamping hard, Miles just listening and enjoying the sound of his latest ensemble, especially his newest recruit, lead bassist Foley.
    Hannah was obviously digging it, and so was I.
    It was everything that Frosty and the Snowmen had tried to be, and more. Perfect.
    Well, almost perfect. There wasn’t going to be any wetting up on stage, but as desperate as Hannah had me at the moment, I had a feeling I might just take care of that from the audience side this time.
    I was squirming and trying to keep my mini in place as it rose inexorably up my bare smooth thighs to expose the tiny triangle of my black satin panties.
    Yeah, once again I had let Hannah convince me to wear a miniskirt and heels; what can I say?
    It was Cannes, it was the Film Festival, and in any case I never could say no to her, even if I had wanted to.
    Petra was sitting at a table up front along with her brother, Kat and little sister Vicky.
    I smiled to myself; Petra and Vicky were both showing the telltale signs of a desperate holding session, the two of them squirming quite seductively in their chairs.
    They had a special guest with them as well: Dr. Perry.
    They had all decided to return the good doctor’s kindness to Petra with a very special gift, and now he too was one of us.
    “Well, I guess you believe my story now, don’t you, Doctor?” Petra asked with a smile on her lovely lips.
    “To tell you the truth, Petra, I always knew that you believed what you were saying was the truth, but I’m relieved to know that it was actually all true all along," Doctor Perry answered, adjusting his spectacles on his nose. "Disturbed, slightly, but relieved nonetheless.
    “Don’t you worry about it, Doc,” Peter said, smiling.
    “You’ve got plenty of time now to get used to the idea.”
    Kat grinned as he said this and took his hand, squeezing it gently.
    “All the time in the world,” she said softly.
    The black giant sitting at a corner table all by himself gestured to another figure across the room, and as she approached and removed the black leather mask covering her face, I recognized her.
    It was Bethy; she was wearing a tight black lycra top, a short black leather skirt, a pair of sheer black tights and very high black leather stiletto heels.
    As she came up to his table, Mokolo quickly slipped his hand up under her short miniskirt and in between her legs. She tried to pull away, but the large man only laughed and held her more firmly.
    “Don’t be concerned or embarrassed, my dear girl,”
    he said with a smile on his broad black face.
    “There’s not enough there to make any difference to me in any case. What time do you finish your shift?””
    Bethy smiled coyly at him now, having finally found a new master to serve.
    “I’ll be done before daybreak.”
    “Just remember, you still work for me, sweetie,” River said to her with a cold smile.
    “Well then, we’d better get back to it, hadn’t we?” Bethy replied before they both headed towards the stage.
    River paused for a brief moment to give Vicky a much warmer smile, and touched her hand tenderly before moving off again.
    A few moments later, the blood red velvet curtain parted, and there was my little sister at the center of the small pool of light, wearing a black velvet tuxedo, a frilly low cut white satin blouse,
    and a pair of black patent leather pumps with high stiletto heels .
    She gestured towards the band stand, and the music stopped.
    “Welcome, Mesdames et Messieurs, to the Nouveau Petit Bal des Vampires,” River announced.
    “As ever, we remain committed to providing only the finest show in order to amuse and entertain you all.
    And so, without further delay, I give you our latest attraction: Judith and Kris, along with the dare I say incomparable Bethy!”
    The mixed crowd of hungry vampires and jaded humans let out a murmur of approval as the blood red velvet curtain behind her parted.
    “I can’t wait for this shift to be over, J.,” Diana said, balancing her serving tray on her hip. ”My feet are killing me; these heels are torture!”
    “It could be worse,” Janet replied. “That could still be us up there, remember?”
    She gestured towards the stage where Judith and Kris were trussed up in an intricate shibari tie and joined in the infinite pee loop, with Judith above and Kris below, their bladders swollen almost to the bursting point with urine and their urethrae blocked with catheters which were about to be released. Neither of them looked very happy at the moment.
    Bethy had put her mask back on, and was now poised with her wooden paddle at the ready.
    “True that!” Diana said with a smile.
    “Under new management,” I said to Hannah, grinning widely.
    “I like this place a whole lot better nowadays!”
    As she stepped off of the stage and made her way over towards our tables, River smiled at us.
    “Those two will be working out their penance for past actions with us for some time to come. And in the meantime, they can just feed off of each other's negative energy,” she said with a cruel laugh as she looked back over her shoulder at the trio onstage.
    “I think we can safely say that we’ll be back every so often to see the show now, even if only to check on their continued progress,” Hannah replied with a laugh of her own.
    “But in the end, even they shall be redeemed.”
    And so the wheel of karma turns, and sometimes things actually do change for the better.
    Even what seems like a bad thing at the time may eventually turn out to have a good consequence in the long run, especially if you live long enough to see it.
    And sometimes, even vampires get to have a happy ending…
    <THE END>
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, NUTS AND BOLTS (Chapter 19)   
    CHAPTER 19:
    NUTS AND BOLTS
    Gripping Sarah's hand tightly, Megan trailed slightly behind as they strolled slowly back down the staircase, her eyes downcast. As hugely exciting as her most recent accident had been, the thought of facing the highly formidable Wan Yu so soon afterwards was filling her with dread, and a rabble of butterflies were dancing a particularly lively tango inside her stomach. During last night's dinner at which she had consumed many large glasses of wine, Wan Yu had seemed so very nice; but now even the thought of her was making Megan feel smaller and more little-girl-like than ever before.
    Strangely, it wasn't the worst feeling in the world; in fact, she was finding the whole experience rather enjoyable. To top things off, it had been less than an hour since she’d last peed, but she was already starting to feel a little pressure down there again. But this was her last pair of clean knickers, and she wasn’t going to wet them, no way…
    Stepping through the threshold of the salon once again, Megan glanced up for a second and noticed that neither Wan Yu nor Erica were anywhere to be seen. With a little sigh of relief (possibly tinged with a bit of disappointment), Megan caught herself fantasising about what they might be getting up to at this precise moment, blushing at the thought. It was very lucky indeed that Sarah couldn't read her mind; she would have been in all kinds of trouble right now!
    Making their way over to a table of food, they approached the only other people in the room. A very bored looking Firenda was currently enduring a lengthy lecture from Mao regarding encryption algorithms and the role of the GCHQ, but however emphatically he spoke, his enthusiasm was obviously lost on his target audience.
    With an expression that screamed 'Please save me!', Firenda smiled at the two girls as they neared, performing a subtle eye-roll as she did.
    Smiling back sweetly, Megan braved a "Hi" as they came and stood beside them.
    A large selection of delicious, if not a little ostentatious, looking food was laid out before them, and in his typical fashion Mao had already helped himself and was chomping noisily as he spoke.
    During a sentence that contained an inordinately large number of S's, Firenda suddenly and without warning found herself face to face with a morsel of partially chewed foie gras as it flew through the air, having been propelled from Mao's mouth a fraction of a second beforehand. With a reaction akin to that of the nimblest of ninjas, Firenda dodged the squishy bullet with ease, but then decided that that was the last straw.
    Before she had the chance to interject however, Megan had already sensed that Firenda was in desperate need of saving, and was coming to her rescue. "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but..."
    "Oh, that's quite alright," Firenda replied hastily, not even bothering to wait for the end of the sentence. Having already turned her back on Mao, his lecture slowly petered out, although the noise of open-mouthed chewing was still clearly audible.
    "Erm, will Hansom be joining us?" Megan asked, hurriedly trying to justify to Mao why she had jumped in to save his victim from a fate worse than Candy Crush Saga.
    Mao, seemingly accepting that as a valid reason, huffed and took a step back, leaning against the large fireplace with his loaded plate still in hand.
    “We parted ways a little while ago, but I thought he would be here by now. It’s not at all like him to be late for anything,” Firenda replied as she glanced at her watch. “Speaking of being late, has anyone seen Wan Yu?”
    “Um, well …the last time I saw her, she was a bit preoccupied with something,” Megan replied quietly, blushing again.
    So far this weekend, her cheeks had spent more time burning red than not, or so it seemed. To add to her present embarrassment, she was forced to perform a quick curtsey and leg cross, a sudden frantic urge to pee coming from completely out of nowhere. As comparatively little as there was inside her bladder at that moment, her muscles were completely exhausted after the intense workout they’d had over the past 24 hours. Drawing on every last drop of willpower and strength, or what little she had remaining at least, she rode the waves of the urge. Squirming wildly with a slightly pained expression on her face, it was obvious to anyone that cared to look what the problem was.
    “Oh God… Firenda, could you tell me…” Megan said before trailing off. Glancing up at Sarah, she saw her glowering back at her. “Um, where, er … could you tell me where the, um…”
    “What Megan is trying to say is that we’re a little thirsty. Do you know if they’ll be providing drinks with lunch?” Sarah asked.
    Megan lowered her head in resignation. “Yes, that’s what I meant,” she confirmed, before sarcastically adding under her breath, “Not that I’m nearly weeing in my last pair of clean knickers … no, that wasn’t it at all.”
    “I believe so. I’d venture a guess that either Cervin or little Erica should be bringing them out shortly. Are you sure you’ll be able to, er, wait, Megan? You look awfully, um … thirsty … I have to say.” Firenda ventured with a little smile and an inquisitively raised eyebrow.
    “She can wait, thanks,” Sarah replied on Megan’s behalf.
    I’m not sure that ‘she’ can wait, actually. Megan thought to herself just as a tiny little squirt of urine shot out from between her legs, oozing into her panties. She shuddered as it happened, but the desperate surge abated quickly now that it had had that little triumph. Well, there we have it. My last pair, and now they’re all wet and sticky as well.
    Grabbing a plate, Megan resigned herself to her fate, and decided to make the most of the time she had between urges. She knew there would be another one before too long, but at least for now she was out of the danger zone. Helping themselves to the spoils, but choosing to avoid the foie gras after Mao’s vulgar display, both girls began to feast.
    As the minutes went by, it seemed that Firenda was growing more and more worried about Hansom. She had begun pacing up and down, looking over at the door every few seconds, and muttering under her breath, “He’s never late, never…”
    With the group having eaten their fill, they were about to call it time when Wan Yu entered the room, as bold and confident as ever. In the same moment, a rather flustered looking Erica scurried in through the servant’s entrance carrying a tray of drinks. She seemed to be humming gently to herself, and walking in a rather peculiar manner. With a forced smile, she placed the tray on the table and turned around without a word. As the humming grew higher in pitch, Erica let out a little gasp and picked up her pace, almost running out of the room. As the penny dropped, Sarah looked over at Wan Yu, who was discreetly fumbling with something inside her bag, a broad grin on her face.
    “Don’t get any ideas,” Megan said to Sarah with a smile of her own, not really meaning it.
    "Such a busy bee our little Erica is, buzzing around so," Wan Yu said, still smiling. "You know, Megan, I've just really noticed, but the two of you look enough alike that you might be mistaken for sisters. And of course, that's not all you have in common," she added, so softly so that only the two girls could hear her. She was still smiling rather inscrutably.
    Megan blushed rather deeply, knowing exactly what the tall woman meant by the remark, and even Sarah was smiling slightly now that she was beginning to think of Wan Yu as more of an ally than a rival.
    "And where is Mr. Swain?" Wan Yu said, effortlessly switching back into 'professional' mode now. "We can't proceed to the business at hand without him. We shall have to adjourn yet again until he turns up."
    Pivoting sharply on her heel, she said, "I think I'll get a little exercise. Until later, then..."
    She probably never had any designs on Megan; after all, she has little Erica to play with and do with as she pleases! Sarah thought distractedly. But just in case...
    "Come on, Megan, let's go check out that garage. It seems they have quite the vintage car collection here," Sarah said, taking her hand firmly once more and leading her away from Wan Yu's amused gaze.
    It just so happened that Megan was secretly battling another desperate urge at that very moment, the entire contents of her tired and very tender bladder threatening to explode into the crotch of her already rather damp knickers. I peed not long ago, how can I be this desperate again already? Almost being pulled along by Sarah, she walked rather strangely, legs pressed so tightly together she was forced to take small mincing steps. To the untrained eye, it almost looked as if she was suffering from the same condition as little Erica had been.
    We really should buy some more batteries for my vibrating egg, Megan mused, suddenly feeling more adventurous than she ever had before. Unbeknownst to her, Sarah was thinking the exact same thing.
    As they stepped outside into the brisk Dartmoor air, a gentle breeze whipped around Megan's legs, making her underwear feel cold against her skin. She squirmed wildly until the cold was rapidly replaced by a feeling of renewed warmth as another little spurt of virtually clear wee erupted from her girlhood. Hold it girl, you gotta hold it in...
    The two girls approached the open garage bay. As they looked in, they could see a cream and brown 1940 Marmon Herrington Ford sedan up on jack stands, and two blue coverall-clad legs protruding from underneath it.
    Renchin was cursing a blue streak in French as he tried to unstick a frozen bolt, probably somewhere on the motor or transmission, Sarah thought. She knew that those four wheel drive conversions were notoriously tricky to service and maintain.
    “Putain de ta mere, quelle saloperie, cette bagnole ! Je sais meme pas pourqoui je gache mon temps avec cette merde maintenant…” the man under the car muttered angrily to himself.
    Suddenly, he noticed two pairs of high heels next to the car. He pushed his creeper out from underneath, and was greeted by the sight of two pairs of lovely legs, which went all the way up under a couple of flippy skirts, terminating in two lovely pairs of panties.
    He couldn’t be entirely sure, but at least one pair seemed to be a bit moist at the moment too. Looking further up, the damp panties belonged to the taller of the two girls, the one with the reddish brown hair and lovely green eyes, Megan.
    Although Megan was a bit more of a classic beauty than her companion, the other girl was no slouch in the looks department either. She had more of a gamine or tomboyish look to her, with her cropped blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and slightly more muscular build, but she was still quite attractive, as he had already noticed when the two of them had arrived in that big Mercedes sedan yesterday.
    She must work out, Renchin thought. She’s small, but I’ll bet she’s pretty strong for her size. What a pair, these two; too bad they are playing for the other team…
    ”Quelle dommage…” he couldn’t help muttering as he stood up, wiping his hands on a shop rag that was oily enough already that it really wasn’t going to do much in the way of getting them clean.
    “What’s a shame?” Megan asked.
    “There’s a stuck bolt on the transmission; I need to drain the fluid, but I’m afraid I’ll shear the ‘ead off completely if I pull on it too 'ard…
    “Vous parlez francais, mademoiselle?” Renchin asked, looking directly at Megan now.
    “Oui, monsieur, un petit peu; j’en suis obligeé parfois pour mon travail.” Megan replied with a charming smile.
    "Ah oui, bien sur," Neverdon said, smiling back at her. "We must do what we must in our work, certainement."
    There was a workbench along the back wall of the garage, with several rolling tool chests on either side of it, as well as a large air compressor. The workbench was uncluttered and well-organised, and Sarah noticed that there were framed pictures of the fully restored Coachcraft Roadster in the prime space above it, where usually a girlie calendar or poster might have taken pride of place.
    On the wall to one side, there was a large case full of gleaming trophies from previous Concours D'Elegance... no First Place trophies or Best in Show ones, however, Sarah observed.
    Looking at the photos of the beautiful brilliant blue Roadster that had been wrecked the day they had arrived, Sarah sighed and said, “It’s really a shame she was damaged so badly in that shunt. Do you think they’ll be able to get her fixed up again?”
    Renchin laughed bitterly and said, “Zey? It is only I who ever did the work on ‘er. Three whole years I worked, not counting ze time it took to find her, and to either source ze parts, or, when none could be found, to fabricate zem.”
    He shook his head sadly. “She would have taken first prize in ‘er class at the St. James Concours D’Elegance this year, maybe even Best in Show. She was a rare beauty, but I am not sure zat much can even be salvaged from her now.”
    Suddenly, they heard a blood-curdling shriek, followed by a high-pitched voice screaming and babbling incoherently. The sounds were coming from the pool house.
    Without hesitating, Renchin took off in that direction at a fast run, followed closely by Sarah, with Megan bringing up the rear. She was unable to move quite as rapidly as the other two due to her somewhat desperate state.
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    As they entered the pool house, there was a definite smell of barbecued pork in the air but unfortunately the only ribs in the room belonged to the blackened corpse that was still sitting upright, its feet dangling into the water, with what appeared to be the remnants of a mobile phone in its hand. There was a pair of socks next to the charred body, and those distinctive brown and cream coloured wingtip shoes beside it.
    It looked as if they had found Hansom, only he wasn’t quite so handsome anymore.
    Actually, all that was left to recognize him by was that set of straight white teeth, which managed to make him appear as if he was still smiling despite his grisly fate.
    “I was… I was coming to take a swim… w-when I turned on the lights, there he was,” Wan Yu stammered, obviously shaken and distraught. “OMG, how horrid…”
    For the moment, her hard steely demeanour had evaporated into thin air, leaving only a frightened little girl behind.
    She had even wet herself, Sarah realized, probably in fear when she first saw the gruesome sight. Although Wan Yu had wrapped a towel around her waist to conceal the wet spot on her bathing suit bottom, she hadn’t had the presence of mind to do anything about the tell-tale puddle at her feet. She was obviously badly shaken up.
    In a moment, Cervin, Erica and Mao Tse had shown up as well, having heard all the commotion coming from the pool house.
    Mao adjusted his glasses as he bent down and examined the rather gruesome looking corpse.
    "Hmmm, will you look at that? He's got a mobile phone in his hand," Mao murmured.
    "It looks as if he was electrocuted by his Blackberry while trying to either make a call or sneak a text message out, maybe?"
    "Can a mobile phone actually do that?" Megan asked, anxiously.
    "Not normally," Mao replied, looking at it carefully without removing it from the charred hand that was still grasping it firmly. "But this one has been booby-trapped somehow, apparently. I just hope there’s enough left for me to figure out how, though."
    Mao removed a pen from the protector in his shirt pocket and gingerly pried the corpse's fingers apart just enough for the remnants of the mobile to drop into his waiting hand.
    "OMG, and I was about to use my tablet last night too..." Megan said. "Do you think...?" she trailed off.
    Sarah turned pale at the idea that the same thing that had happened to Hansom could have possibly happened to Megan as well.
    Suddenly she felt faint and she collapsed into the deck chair which luckily was right behind her. "OMG..." she repeated. She had almost wet herself with fear at the thought of how close her lover might have come to death.
    "Are you alright, Madam?" Cervin enquired solicitously.
    Sarah's fear was rapidly turning to anger now, and the change was quite clear on her pretty face.
    "Someone's going to pay for this!" she said, balling one of her small hands into a fist and pounding it into the palm of the other.
    “Looks as if we’re going to have to have the police ‘round again.” Megan muttered.
    <TO BE CONTINUED>
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, A TANGLED WEB (Chapter 20)   
    CHAPTER 20:
    A TANGLED WEB
    Inspector Philbert Marlowe was uneasy.
    He had been called in from Scotland Yard after the corpse had been discovered in the pool house, and now that there was a definite instance of foul play at the manor, it certainly made the death of Lord Daghly the previous day a little less of a cut and dried affair, despite the bumbling efforts of the local constabulary to put the case to rest quickly and quietly.
    Marlowe had been less than impressed with Dunstable and Grant during his interviews with the aforementioned duo; a right couple of rural dunderheads they were, in his professional opinion.
    Still, even with his own extensive experience in police work, he felt a bit out of his depth with the landed gentry. His normal beat was a good deal seamier, involving working class pubs, seedy drug dens and the odd dead body dumped into the river or buried in the woods.
    This was beyond white collar crime, it was ‘silk ascot’ crime, he thought, smiling at the phrase he had just coined. Well, this will be one for the memoirs, most certainly.
    The Inspector began by clearing his mind of everything but the matter at hand.
    "Let's start with the corpse in the pool house," he said to Lady Daghly. "I'd like to see that first, if you don't mind, Ma'am"
    "Certainly, Inspector... Marlin, is it?"
    "Marlowe, Your Ladyship."
    "Cervin will show you to the pool house, Inspector. I have many details to see to now," Lady Daghly said, and then she turned and walked rapidly away.
    Dunstable and Grant were back at the manor for the second time in less than 48 hours, although now it was merely to establish a security perimeter around the pool house while Inspector Marlowe made a search within for clues as to the identity of the murderer, if indeed this second death wasn't simply some kind of freak accident.
    Marlowe doubted that very much. As soon as he had seen the body of the dead man, he had gotten that familiar feeling in his gut; his instincts were all telling him that something very odd was going on here, and that whatever had happened to the victim, it was no accident.
    He was known around the Yard as 'Sniffy' Marlowe because of his unerring ability to 'sniff out' the truth when investigating a crime, and although he hated that nickname, he did have to concede that it was not entirely inappropriate. He had a prominent aquiline nose, and a long thin face; in point of fact, he rather resembled Basil Rathbone in the actor's classic portrayal of Sherlock Holmes.
    "So, what do you make of our Inspector Martin then?" PCSO Grant enquired in her grating voice.
    "Martin? I thought 'is name was Marlborough," Constable Dunstable said as he rolled out the "POLICE / DO NOT CROSS" tape to block the entryway to the pool house.
    "Well, whatever 'is name is, 'e does seem to know what 'e's on about, don't you think?" Grant queried.
    Unlike her overweight bumbling partner, the Inspector from Scotland Yard was everything she thought a police officer should be, and quite good looking besides. She couldn't help herself; she was getting a bit warm and moist down there in her knickers just thinking about him. Try as she might to keep her mind on her work, she couldn't manage to shake the mental image of the inspector 'questioning' her while she sat handcuffed to a chair, her clothes undone and desperate for a wee...
    Good heavens, where's that come from? She thought, blushing deeply.
    "Dunno, but 'e seems like a right proper git to me, 'e does, all 'by the book' and what not," Fergus replied.
    He was still smarting from the inspector's analysis of their handling of Lord Daghly's death the previous day. To put it in theatrical parlance, their reviews at the hands of this particular critic were rather scathing: 'a perfunctory investigation into the circumstances surrounding the incident which should be deemed wholly unsatisfactory'; 'an utter travesty of proper procedural process' and 'some of the most shoddy police work I have ever witnessed in my entire career' were but a few of the terms used.
    The inspector knocked on the door of the pool house, and scowled at Dunstable, gesturing towards the security tape.
    "You've sealed me inside, you bloody fool," he muttered.
    As Constable Dunstable unwrapped the tape from the door handle, Marlowe yanked the door open rather violently. He was supposed to "assist the local PD in their investigation', according to his instructions from his superiors at the Yard, but these two locals seemed more likely candidates to be riding the 'short bus' than driving around in a Panda. PCSO Grant was distractedly wrapping the other end of the security tape around the trunk of a tree some distance away while gazing in his direction with a look on her face akin to that of a teenaged girl staring at a One Direction poster, and Dunstable was still trying to recover his balance completely after nearly falling to the ground when Marlowe had pulled on the door handle while he still had hold of it.
    Dartmoor's finest, I'm sure, he thought to himself, as PCSO Grant dropped the other end of the tape and scurried over to his side.
    "Inspector, 'ave ye found any clues or evidence, then?" she asked him in a breathy tone of voice that she hoped was sultry, but sounded to Sniffy a bit more like the wheezing of an old asthmatic donkey.
    "I'd have to call a char-broiled corpse a fair bit of evidence, wouldn't you, Officer Grant?" he said with the beginnings of a smile on his lips now.
    "I would indeed, Inspector," Katherine replied, smiling back at him as she felt a warmth beginning down in her most intimate area once again.
    What a man, she thought to herself. I'd love to make little detectives with him someday.
    Grant was so smitten with the inspector that she had unwittingly made her first positive statement in years, but she back-pedaled immediately.
    "D'ye think? We're certainly not much used to this sort of thing around 'ere, can ye tell?" she said, blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her crush.
    PCSO Grant's adulation was so apparent that the Inspector couldn't resist a chance to show off in front of her now. "I'll tell you what, why don't you accompany me as I have a look around? We can investigate together, if you'd like..." He'd barely gotten that part out when he was interrupted.
    "Wouldn't I, then?" Grant said, with a girlish squeal of delight.
    <TO BE CONTINUED>
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, BUSINESS AS USUAL (Chapter 21)   
    CHAPTER 21:
    BUSINESS AS USUAL
    "Please remain here, and make sure no-one disturbs the scene, Constable," the inspector said to Fergus.
    There, that should be a task he can handle, and keep him out from underfoot as well, he thought.
    "I'm on it, sir," Fergus replied, giving his best salute to Marlowe as he did.
    Although on the one hand, he was a bit miffed at being left out of the renewed investigation, on the other he didn't relish the idea of traipsing around in the inspector's wake, especially not with his partner mooning at him like some love stricken schoolgirl.
    What the devil's got into her, anyhow? Normally she's all business, that one, he said to himself. Well, at least it's light duty for Constable Dunstable today.
    If Grant wants to spend the day with that git, she can have him all to 'erself, he thought, watching the two of them as they rounded the corner of the pool house and disappeared out of his sight. Maybe I can even get that butler chap to bring me a chair at some point, and get a bit of kip...
    "Now that we're alone, Officer Grant, I'd like to ask you a few questions as well," Marlowe said to her. "Yesterday during the debriefing at the constabulary, I got the impression that there was something you weren't telling me about this matter. Is there a reason for that?"
    PCSO Grant looked a bit flustered now. Despite her fantasy a while ago, she hadn't expected to be subjected to interrogation herself... at least, not quite so soon.
    "You can tell me in confidence, now that Dunstable isn't here," the inspector continued, looking at her quite intently now. "You both mentioned some shards of broken pottery or porcelain near where His Lordship had fallen. Was there anything else, something you failed to mention?"
    "Inspector, how did you know? Wasn't there a puddle on the floor there too, now that you mention it?"
    "What sort of puddle, Officer?"
    "Maybe a puddle... a puddle of wee, sir?" Katherine stammered, blushing bright red as she recalled her own desperation yesterday.
    Dunstable had driven so slowly on their way back to the station that she had almost fully wet herself in the Panda before they got there. The car had hardly stopped moving before she had thrown the passenger side door open and made a mad dash for the constabulary women's loo while her partner still sat inside the car with a broad grin on his face. She had barely made it; she had had just enough time to undo her gear and her regulation trousers before it came out, but she hadn't had time to pull down her knickers. Already damp from all the leaking she had done in the car on the way back, they had gotten fully soaked at that point as a hot stream of pee jetted out of her and continued for quite a long time while she sat there feeling a curious mixture of shame and relief.
    Her face, as well as certain parts of her further south, were getting warm at the memory of that now.
    "A puddle of wee, you say?"
    "We were thinking it was from His Lordship, when he hit 'is 'ead, don't you know?" she said, giggling softly yet again.
    "Hmmm," Marlowe said. "Curious, that. It does happen sometimes; still, I'd have expected a former soldier to be made of sterner stuff..."
    "A stiff upper lip doesn't always rule out a weak bladder now, does it sir?" PCSO Grant said with a little grin.
    "Quite true, Officer Grant, quite true indeed." Marlowe said this while giving her a warm smile back, but something in him wasn't fully satisfied with her explanation.
    Nothing about this case was as simple as it first appeared, of that much he was certain.
    "Let's get back to the main house; I'd like a chance to interview the guests and staff myself," the inspector said.
    When they neared the Manor, the butler was there with the door open as if he had somehow anticipated their arrival. Marlowe could swear he had just the faintest trace of a smile on his lips as he inquired, "And how is the investigation proceeding, Inspector Marple?"
    "We're just getting under way," came the reply. "Speaking of which, I wonder if you might spare me a moment of your time now? Oh, and the name is MARLOWE..."
    "Of course, sir. I am fully at your disposal," the tall butler intoned with a nod of his head. "Might I suggest some place a bit more private than the foyer; the kitchen perhaps, sir?"
    "That sounds ideal," the inspector said. "I'd like to speak to the cook and that little house maid as well."
    What's so hard to remember about the name Marlowe? he thought. Not a single one of them has gotten it right since I've been here...
    <TO BE CONTINUED>
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, WATERLOO (Chapter 23)   
    CHAPTER 23:
    WATERLOO
    With dinner finally drawing to a close several guests shifted uncomfortably and nervously in their seats, praying for their host to finally call an end to dinner and their collective nightmare. Conversation had petered out long ago and had been replaced by the rustle of jiggling legs beneath the table, and an occasional lengthy sigh.
    Not all were suffering the effects of a full bladder however, and as Mao sipped loudly from a tall pint of ale, an involuntary whimper of frustration and despair left poor Megan's lips. All through dinner she had somehow held back the copious volume of pee that was presently stretching her bladder to what felt like byou&#39;resting point … well, most of it, anyway. There had been a few scary moments, and one particularly long spurt just before dessert when she thought she might lose it totally, but somehow she had found the resolve to soldier on. The wooden chair just beneath her bum felt decidedly damp, but not totally wet; not yet at least. She took comfort in the fact that little Erica seemed to be in an even worse predicament than herself, it was plain to see that the cute little maid could barely even stand up straight any more.
    Right on cue, Erica scampered hastily across the room, absolutely beside herself with desperation and panic. Her hands trembled and the glasses rattled noisily against the tray as the contents of her bladder made a renewed and powerful bid for freedom. Every muscle in her petite body was clenching tightly, trying valiantly to hold back the flow, but she knew it would soon be a futile activity. Shuddering fiercely and almost dropping the tray of cleared dishes completely as she did, she stopped briefly to bend forwards and cross one leg over the other, before resuming her frantic scurrying towards the kitchen.
    She said I would be allowed to pee as soon as dinner was over. OMHG, this having to get permission to go thing is turning out to be much more difficult than I had ever anticipated, little Erica thought as she squirmed quite helplessly in the final throes of her desperation now.
    Her panties were already soaked with the pee she'd been leaking almost constantly all throughout the meal as she attended to her duties clearing the dishes between courses.
    She could even smell the fragrant odour of her urine now, and she wondered if it was as obvious to the other guests as it was to her. Wan Yu Gigg was certainly aware of it; the tall Eurasian beauty smiled and breathed in deeply every time Erica was at her side to remove her plate from the table.
    Meanwhile, Constable Dunstable had been keeping a keen watch on the little housemaid, and not simply because she was so pretty, either. He knew the signs of desperation when he saw them, and putting two and two together he had guessed that at some point she would have to lead him to that elusive WC. The only question had been would it be soon enough to save him from the embarrassment of wetting himself in public; he certainly always enjoyed seeing the girls desperate, but wasn't having quite so much fun now that the tables had been turned and he was the one labouring to keep the contents of an overly full bladder in check. Why the devil had he drank so much beer with his dinner, blast it? Even seeing his partner squirming right alongside wasn't doing too much for him at present, but finally, it appeared as if the long-anticipated moment had arrived.
    As she was leaving, Wan Yu said something very quietly to Erica, who was busy clearing the dessert plates, and with a gasp and a deep blush, the little maid fairly ran out of the room.
    Almost in unison, Dunstable and PCSO Grant got up and followed in hot pursuit. The two of them tried their best to shadow the tiny housemaid as discreetly as possible, given the circumstances, alternately leaking and spurting into their underpants while desperately trying to hold in the surprisingly copious amount of wee which had somehow accumulated inside of both of them.
    Had they really consumed that much liquid at dinner? Katherine wondered, or was there truly something weird about this place?
    Erica stopped briefly at the kitchen to unburden herself of the dishes, then burst rapidly through the door and headed down the corridor as quickly as possible considering that she was bent almost in two and couldn't take more than the tiniest mincing steps now without wetting herself fully.
    It was clear by now exactly where the desperate little housemaid was heading, and even Dunstable now hoped that she would make it... because if she wet herself beforehand, they might never find out where the elusive WC was located!
    Towards the other end of the long hallway, there was a slender door which looked to be the access for a small utility closet of some sort, the kind that would usually hold a stock of cleaning supplies, brooms and dustpans, mops and buckets, floor wax and oil soap, the usual maid's stock in trade.
    Doubled over now, little Erica gave the bottom panel of the door a good swift kick, gasping as she did. She turned the handle, popped the door open just enough to squeeze through it, and closed the door quickly behind her.
    Now, the unmistakable sound of a girl peeing into a toilet could definitely be heard by both officers even from where they were hidden some distance away, despite the rather solid looking oak door.
    Eureka! They had found their gold mine... so to speak. Now all they had to do was wait until the coast was clear. Shortly thereafter, the little housemaid emerged from the WC with a smile on her pretty lips, accompanied by the sound of flushing water. She closed the door firmly behind her and proceeded along her way, happily humming to herself, or so it seemed.
    Grant and Dunstable exchanged a look, and without a word spoken, both took off towards the WC as fast as they could. Knowing that Grant would beat him handily in a foot race, Fergus tried to extend a foot to trip her up, but Katherine simply jumped over it nimbly, having anticipated her partner's treachery.
    We haven't spent all this time in one another's company without any benefit, have we then? she thought, giggling to herself despite her almost overwhelming desperation. I only hope he wets himself now, it would serve him right for that deal in the car yesterday, wouldn't it?! As if I couldn't tell just how much he was enjoying seeing me almost peeing my knickers?!!!
    As might be expected, PCSO Grant had won the mad dash for the loo in the end, leaving the portly Dunstable far behind in her wake. As she turned the door handle, she was already leaking a bit in anticipation of her much-needed release.
    When she opened the door, however...
    "I say, do you mind?" Wan Yu said coldly as she glared up at Grant from her perch atop the porcelain throne with her knees drawn tightly together and feet slightly apart. Her grey silk skirt was gathered up around her waist exposing her black lace garter belt and sheer black stockings, her black lace-trimmed silk knickers down around her slender ankles and her steel grey eyes flashing just a hint of red for a moment. The same unmistakable sound of a very strong stream of girl pee hissing from her privates and splashing into the bowl was quite obvious now.
    "OMG, I'm SO sorry," Katherine stammered. "I heard flushing, and then when the maid came out, I just assumed..."
    Just how the devil had she gotten in there, anyhow?
    As the desperate PCSO closed the door she stood there with tightly crossed legs, and with a somewhat dejected and disappointed look on her face. A small trickle of warm clear liquid began it's descent down the back of her thighs, her saturated knickers having apparently absorbed all the spurts and squirts they were able to.
    "Gosh, I was SO looking forward to that," she mumbled under her breath, hoping that Dunstable wouldn't hear her. She was expecting him to be standing right behind her, having caught up to her by now.
    Her disappointment turned to elation however when she realized that instead of following on her heels after his failed attempt to trip her up, he was simply standing there as if transfixed while an unmistakeable stain now began to spread out from the crotch area of his uniform trousers, turning them an even darker shade of blue-black before a puddle of pale yellow liquid formed at his feet.
    Just at that moment, Cervin and Erica were passing back through the hallway, and they couldn't help noticing Dunstable standing there with an embarrassed look on his face as he was wetting himself uncontrollably just like a little schoolgirl.
    "Oh, dear, it seems as if the Constable has had a bit of an accident," Cervin said in mock concern, while little Erica simply muttered, "OMG, not AGAIN???! What's wrong with these people?"
    PCSO Grant had to suppress her giggle as she overheard the tiny housemaid's comment.
    A sheepish look on his florid round face, Dunstable was still at it, much to her triumphant joy.
    "Erica, would you please fetch the cleaning supplies once more? I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to wait there until she returns, Constable," Cervin said, to Katherine's continued delight.
    "We can't have you tracking that mess all through the manor, now can we? Oh, and I'll have those shoes, socks, and trousers as well."
    Constable Dunstable would have ample time to consider the error of his ways.
    He stood in the drafty hallway in his soaking wet tighty whities, in a puddle of his own wee, eagerly anticipating the little maid's eventual return and hoping no-one else would happen by until then.
    That was not to be, however.
    Fergus had waited there for some time (it seemed like an eternity to him, but in fact it was probably more like only a minute or two) when he heard the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden parquet floor.
    "About time that little tart was getting back," he muttered.
    Much to his dismay, however, it wasn't the tiny housemaid returning with her bucket and sponge. No, it was the rather formidable exec, Wan Yu Gigg, leaving the loo.
    Dunstable blushed bright beet red once again and tried to cover up the stain on the front of his underpants, not realizing that the puddle he was standing in rendered any explanations or dissembling quite pointless and futile.
    "Um..."
    The tall Eurasian beauty wordlessly took in his humiliating situation, looking him over from top to bottom with a single cold glance. As the Constable tried to stammer out some sort of excuse or rationalization for his absurd position and state, she merely continued on by him with a disdainful sneer on her pretty face and sniffed haughtily as she passed.
    <TO BE CONTINUED>
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    Pain got a reaction from frostyjr2 for a blog entry, Bollywood Calling (Remastered)   
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    Katrina Kaif, superstar of the Hindi film industry, always kept herself in a shroud of secrecy. Media was always flooded with the reports of her link-ups but she never spoke on the issue. Some people argued that her actual name is ‘Katrina Turquotte’ but she never bothered to reply to any questions which were not directly related to her job.
    As usual, Katrina was busy shooting for one of her movies that day.
    An actor’s life is always hectic and her life was no different. Katrina knew the amount of hard work and sweat it took to reach to the top. She was a struggler once, roaming the streets of Mumbai in search of work and now, she was an established star... heart throb of millions. People would wait in lines for hours and hours on end to meet her, such was her star power. Although critics had slammed her several times for her poor acting skills, it rarely caught up to her. Tough competition from fellow actors always kept her on her toes, because she knew the main reason she was so immensely popular amongst the masses was because of her mind-blowing good looks and a goddess-like figure.
    So she worked really hard to look beautiful on-screen; from working out in the gym to keeping her diet in check, she was doing it all, but most importantly she always drank a lot of water to keep herself hydrated and energetic.
    Even today she was just focusing on her work, getting ready for the next scene as she consumed a considerable amount of water between the shots.
    “Ma’am, we are ready to shoot,” one of the assistant directors informed her.
    ‘I’ll be there in just a moment,” Katrina replied as the make-up artist gave finishing touches to her make-up.
    The sun blazed high in the sky. As they began filming the scene, Katrina became engrossed in her character and dialogues, although she never forgot to take regular sips from her water bottle between takes. Kat had consumed a whopping three bottles of water and a tall glass of lemonade since she began shooting and she hadn’t been to the loo even once yet.
    Shooting today wasn’t any different from the other days, looking heavenly on screen was the top priority. In between the shots , Katrina felt a slight nudge within her bladder. Maybe all the water she had consumed was finally catching up to her. She glanced at the digital wall-clock hanging at the set; it was 1 o’clock, which meant there were still six hours to go before the pack-up.
    “I’d better make a visit to the toilet and then resume with the shoot” Kat thought to herself. As the break-time was called, she walked off to her vanity trailer with her assistant, Sandy.
    As the actress opened the door to the loo, she witnessed an over-flowing toilet, mucky water spewing out as if it were to flood the entire vanity van.
    “Sandy!” she called out in rage, “What the hell is this?” she asked, pointing towards the commode.
    Sandy was in utter shock. Superstars of such strata are supposed to be provided with five-star facilities and all of their needs and whims are to be accommodated no matter how absurd or trivial, but somehow this error had crept in. Such negligence with regard to a most basic and essential need could possibly cost Sandy her job!
    “I’ll get it fixed right away, ma’am! Could you please wait outside until it’s done?” she requested politely, although she knew Katrina would be angry at this.
    “Huh…Okay, I’ll be waiting on the sets. Just get it fixed fast!” Kat ordered as she stepped out of the vanity.
    As Katrina sat around, texting on her phone, one of the assistant directors from the unit came along.
    ”Ma’am, I’ve heard you're having a problem with your trailer. Do you need me to arrange another one for you?” he asked.
    “No, I’d rather use mine; please get it fixed as quickly as possible,” she said a bit sharply, before getting back to her texting. Her need to pee wasn’t urgent so she was just talking with people.
    She was beginning to feel hungry by this time, so she ordered herself a plate of rice with curd, a cinnamon roll and a cup of black coffee. Twenty minutes later when she was done with her lunch ,she called up Sandy to get some feedback about the ongoing repairs.
    “Are they done yet?” Katrina asked.
    “No ma’am, I’m afraid not. The technicians have reported a major break-down and they need to take the vanity to the service center for repairs” she reported, somewhat terrified at the thought of how would Katrina react to this.
    “What?! she yelled through the phone, “Where am I supposed to change my costumes and go to the loo then?” she growled.
    “Ma’am, I’m really sorry but you may have to share a vanity with other actors or use the public restrooms for today," Sandy informed her. Then there was an awkward silence as neither of them spoke for a moment.
    “Are you telling me that they want me to use the same toilet which all the unit members use?” Katrina then demanded petulantly. It was an affront to her dignity to ask her to use public loos and her ego wouldn’t allow her to share another actor’s van.
    “Ma’am I know it’s really inconvenient for you but ….” said Sandy.
    Even before she could complete her sentence Katrina countered, “ I don’t give a fuck if the vanity is not working , get it fixed or arrange another one! I will stall the shoot indefinitely my demands aren’t fulfilled,” she yelled and hung up the call.
    Sandy immediately called one of the members of the production team to arrange for a replacement vanity trailer.
    “Hello, this is Sandy, Katrina’s assistant,” she spoke through the phone.
    “Yes ,how may I help you?” came the reply.
    “I’d like you to arrange an air conditioned vanity van for Katrina since her van has broken down and is being taken for repairs,” she explained. “Could you please get it done as soon as possible?”
    “I am sorry to inform you miss, but I personally asked Miss Kaif if she’d like us to arrange another one earlier, and she declined,” the man replied. “We’ve sent the only spare vanity to another shooting location now,” he stated, “So I'm sorry, but I can’t help you with this at the moment.”
    Sandy was totally nonplussed now. “No replacement trailer?!! Katrina will be so angry when she finds out about this,” she thought.
    She even asked the producer of the movie for help but to no avail.
    When Katrina finally was told what had transpired, she stalled the shoot as she had warned earlier.
    “Ma'am, please try to understand the situation,” said the Producer, “All the location company's remaining vanities are booked on other shoots, and it will be at least 3 to 4 hours before another one becomes available. We can’t wait that long, or we’ll incur a huge loss”, he pleaded. "As it is, we're wasting daylight, and we need to shoot this scene now!"
    Katrina could now feel her bladder filling up; she was almost at three quarters full. These sensations made her argue with the producers even more.
    “I need my requests to be fulfilled, only then will I resume the shoot, do you get me?” she growled.
    She just wasn’t willing to listen to anyone, after all she was a star and she needed to be treated like one. Throwing tantrums on the sets was a common phenomenon, since people were always there who would fend for her.
    An hour and a half passed by. Meanwhile, from the Director and Producer on down to the set dressers, everyone was doing their bit to convince her. Katrina had never been this diva-like on the set before; this hyper-aggressive and attention-seeking attitude had crept in only after a few recent box-office successes.
    She wasn’t ready to negotiate, but then she realized that it wasn't really the producer's fault that they wouldn’t be able to accede to her demands and this wasn’t the only project she had to work upon. Other projects she had committed to also needed to be looked after, so she thought it was better to adjust a little and wrap up the work as quickly and efficiently as possible, then she would be free to go.
    Katrina agreed to resume the shoot, but only on the condition of extra payment, which was quickly conceded by the film's producers, who were now desperate to resume shooting. She was provided with a changing room, but was still lacking a personal toilet.
    “Ma'am, the shot is ready,” informed Sandy.
    “I’m on my way.” As Kat stood up from her seat, she could clearly feel the strain on her bladder which had significantly increased in prominence, although this had gone unnoticed because she had been sitting down all this while.
    “Maybe I should go to the toilets first, then report at the sets ” Katrina thought.
    As she opened the door to the single common toilet stall present on the entire set, she was mortified by the sight of filthiness. It seemed the crew hadn’t cleaned or maintained the loos for a very long time now. It smelled absolutely horrible, and she covered her face with her hand to ward off the stench. “I am never going to use such a nasty loo” she told herself.
    The only way left for her was to hold her pee until the shoot ended.
    She shot a look at her wrist watch. It was 4:00 in the afternoon, so she still had 3 hours to go before she could go home. “I can wait that long” she thought.
    Little did she knew that she had seriously miscalculated how much she drank earlier, in fact she was being a little too overconfident on her holding abilities.
    Wearing light blue jeans and a white top as per her character’s needs, she walked off towards the sets.
    On regular days she’d go to the loo every thirty minutes, but if necessary she could easily wait for up to a couple of hours. Kat had been desperate to pee only a handful of times before and she was unaware of the fact that the limits of her boastful cast iron bladder were going to be severely tested that day.
    After a short discussion, they launched into the dialogue sequence. Unfortunately, the male protagonist wasn’t well prepared and they had to do the scene over a few times.
    Kat’s urge to go to the toilet was becoming more serious by the moment. Maybe her decision to resume the shoot without responding to her nature calls was wrong after all. Nevertheless she kept shooting, putting her need to urinate on the back burner.
    She made sure not to consume any more liquids, though; the amount of water she had drunk earlier was already proving to be too much to be held back with ease.
    As the time passed slowly, her need to piss increased at an alarming rate. In fact, it had intensified to such an extent that it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee now, though Katrina was still adamant not to use the toilet on the sets.
    “I’ll quickly wrap up the shoot and head home,” she thought.
    Even before she was a world famous celebrity, Katrina had always despised using public loos. Being a cleanliness freak, she would never allow herself to walk into such filthy areas, no matter how desperate she was.
    The director planned to film her monologue first. Katrina started with her text and after a minute the camera operator stopped and asked her to do it again because of some lighting problem. Then she wasn’t able to deliver the exact expressions and emotions the director wanted from her, and this delayed the shoot a little more. During her monologue, she was asked to stop and repeat a little part a few times. After about an hour or so of this, she was really feeling a massive urge to pee.
    She tried to act normally, but several times she found herself squirming and rubbing her thighs together, growing a bit uncomfortable now.
    “Kat! Can I talk to you for a second” the director asked. He probably wanted to discuss some scenes before they filmed them. "The screenwriter has just given us some changes to the script, sorry !"
    As they spoke, Katrina stood with her legs wide apart. Crossing them would have been too suggestive of her desperate state, but even so she was gritting her teeth from needing to pee really badly now. She revised her monologue on a minute’s notice; even though she was rather distracted by her almost full bladder , she knew she had to focus on her work.
    As she shot the scene, she thought of the day when she left her home in London, to make a career in the Hindi film industry, or "Bollywood" as it is familiarly called.
    When she first came to India, she didn’t even speak the native tongue, but still she was confident she would pull it off. Those days of struggle and hardships were the ones that molded her into what she was today. They had said she could never be an actress but she had proven them all wrong, hadn't she? If she could do that, surely she could manage to hold her pee in just a bit longer !
    It was 7:20 pm when the shoot finally came to an end. Katrina had been waiting so long for this moment to arrive.
    “We’ll be going straight home,” she informed Sandy.
    “Ma'am, I am truly sorry, but you’ve to attend Mrs. Chawla’s charity function, since you’ve been invited as one of the Chief Guests at the event,” Sandy said. "It is crucial for you to make an appearance, otherwise, you know, it gives a bad impression.”
    “Oh, right, I totally forgot about that! I don’t feel like going at all…” Katrina sighed, “…but since Mrs. Chawla is a close friend, it is better to attend the function, I suppose.”
    “Ma'am, if you really don’t feel like, then let it be, I’ll just tell her that you were busy with your shoots or something,” Sandy suggested.
    “No, it’s okay, the event is for a good cause and I shouldn’t withhold my support ,” Kat replied, “But is there any way we could head home first, and then attend the event?” she asked, really wanting to use the loo at home.
    “Ma'am, I’m afraid not. We’re already running late for the event; if we're going, then we'd better hurry up,” Sandy said.
    Katrina stood there for a moment, balancing her urgent need against her desire to help a friend.
    Finally she said, “Okay then, let’s go. I just hope they have a clean toilet , because I would really like to use the restroom as soon as we get there!”
    This was the first time Sandy was made fully aware of Katrina’s condition, although she wasn’t surprised since she had seen Kat drinking a lot of water during the shoot earlier that day.
    “Sure ma’am, I’ll call them up and ask them to arrange a hygienic restroom facility for you,” Sandy replied.
    Wearing a pink top and a pair of fashionably tight blue jeans now, she left for the event. No sensible woman would have ever left the set, needing to pee as much as she did.
    With most of the water still remaining to pass through her, she was in for a desperate ride. It was a total gamble to try to hold it and travel since she already was immensely desperate and there was a huge possibility that she’d be caught in the middle of a heavy traffic jam at this time of day.
    As the ride towards the event continued, Kat was growing considerably frantic. She could feel she was already holding a lot of liquid in her bladder. She crossed her legs, and rubbed her thighs with her hands; she was ready to do anything that would have reduced the pressure.
    “My bladder is bursting, Sandy! When are we going to get there?” She inquired, pulling the waistband of her jeans away from her rock hard abdomen. It eased a great deal of pressure down there, but she still was longing to pee.
    Her assistant noticed that Kat was getting quite restless and irritated.
    Then again, what else could you expect from a person who had not been able to use the toilet for a good six hours or, in her case, even longer than that?
    “Oh dear, are you going to be okay?” Sandy asked, a bit concerned now. “We’ll be there before you know it...”
    “I hope so!”
    Every now and then Kat lifted her head a little and looked out of the window, obviously trying to see how far away from the destination she was. She was leaning forwards with her bum right on the edge of her seat with her hands on her knees rocking back and forth.
    Sure enough, the traffic was terrible, and it was 7:45 pm when the car ultimately reached its destination. Katrina held her bladder with her left hand and wiggled her butt a little.
    “OH yeah! I’m ready for my big release!” she chirped with excitement, looking out of the dark tinted window of her car. She had never felt her bladder this full ; obviously she was dying for a pee.
    She seemed a lot more fidgety and uncomfortable than she had been even just a few moments before; bouncing on her seat, wanting the car to stop so she could make a bee-line to the ladies.
    Sitting inside, she could see the massive crowd of people awaiting her, bright lights and all the glitter of stardom. This was what she had been working her entire life for.
    As her long BMW pulled up and stopped, she collected some grace in her demeanor and took a step out of the car onto the green carpet; meanwhile the fans went crazy shouting and howling her name. After all they had stood hours waiting for her and obviously there were paparazzi present at the venue too. She had to act normal, as if nothing was wrong. She couldn’t give out a clue that she was desperate to go to the restroom!
    Meanwhile an usher came to escort her.
    “This way ma'am..” he said as he guided her along. Katrina gently cupped her now quite visible bladder bulge and followed him till she reached the backstage area.
    “Where are the toilets?” she asked, but just as she did, she heard the host announce her name.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the one and only, Katrina Kaif!” a thunderous round of applause and cheering followed. This was her cue to make her entrance on stage, and normally there was no way she would have delayed it, but she absolutely had to use the restroom now.
    “Sandy, couldn’t you ask them to hold on for a moment? They didn’t give me any time to freshen up, I really need to use the loo,” she said.
    “Ma'am , you've already been announced, and they are waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, it’s time to be on stage,” an event manager informed her.
    There was no escaping it now; she had to be on stage no matter what. She wanted to go to the bathroom so badly, but it looked like she would have to hold it a while longer.
    There was a repetitive chant of, “I have to go to the washroom ….. I have to go to the washroom,” inside her head as she stood there.
    Unwillingly Katrina climbed upon the stage slowly and carefully, making sure not to put any strain on her super-full bladder.
    The audience and media went berserk as they got the first glimpse of their favorite star, the paparazzi’s flashbulbs blinding her as they took their photographs. They were whistling and calling her name out to try to get her to look in their direction, as Katrina waved to her fans, received the bouquet of flowers humbly and went straight to occupy one of the seats on stage.
    She felt a drop of sweat running down her back; maybe her body was trying to get rid of the excess liquid.
    “Yes.. the more I sweat, the less I have to pee” she thought, but the cool breeze flowing through the open air event wasn’t helping and being seated, there was little to nothing she could do to help her body sweat more.
    She didn’t give a hoot about the ongoing event. Her entire thought process was focused on the fact that she needed to piss like a race horse.
    She sat there wiggling her body as unobtrusively as possible, trying to endure this unfavorable situation.
    “Now I call upon the ever-so-gorgeous Bollywood beauty Katrina Kaif to come and share her thoughts about the issue,” said the host.
    Unfortunately, Katrina didn’t remember what ‘issue’ the host was speaking of.
    She had entirely lost her presence of mind but she had to speak something or else what would the media and her beloved fans think of her?
    Katrina methodically and cautiously took small steps to the podium, trying her level best to keep her posture as gracious as possible, amidst the huge sound of claps and howls. Her bladder was full to the brim, and this made it impossible for her to even stand straight let alone walk. There she stood on the stage, with her bladder ready to explode with all the force of a nuclear bomb. She felt really uncomfortable standing in front of such a huge crowd and wanting to go to the toilet so badly. As she spoke through the mike, she rubbed her thighs together, uttering random phrases that were coming to her mouth, she wasn’t even able to think straight from needing to pee so badly. The audience couldn’t really understand what she was trying to say, but that didn’t seem to bother them in the least.
    Katrina didn’t have any idea what issue she was supposed to be talking about; all her focus and endurance was being burned up in the effort to stand still and hold her pee in.
    Suddenly she felt a sharp jolt in her bladder intensifying the pressure manifold. Knowing just how close she had come to wetting herself at that point, she almost buried her hand in her crotch but somehow resisted, realizing she was in full public view at the moment.
    “…..I thank you all once again,” she managed to say, before she went back to her seat.
    Kat was steeling herself to keep from running off the stage to use the nearest toilet available as it would have seemed to be rude and disrespectful.
    Instead, she waited patiently, nursing an aching bladder between her hips as the next speaker rose and made their way to the podium.
    She crossed her legs so tightly her posture almost looked unnatural, but anything that helped reduce the incredible strain on her sphincter was crucial. Losing control and wetting herself was not at all an option... what would her fans think if she were to have an accident in public, and at a charity function, no less? Her impeccable social image, the aura of a perfect dream life that a star carries around, all of that would be over for her. It was this thought that gave her the courage and stamina to hang on.
    Finally after 20 minutes of honorary award distribution, the event came to its end.
    Kat wasted no time in making her exit. She clasped her butt as soon as she got off the stage. The pressure she was experiencing on her pee hole was colossal, and the only thing on her mind was to get inside a toilet and take a wee. It didn’t even matter to her anymore if it was a personal toilet or a public one; all that mattered was gaining relief.
    “Lead me to the toilets, please…. I’ve got to drain my bladder,” Katrina asked Sandy, desperately shaking her thighs.
    “Ma'am, I am afraid there are no toilets here,” Sandy replied, avoiding any eye contact.
    As Katrina heard this, a wave of horror ran through her body. She almost lost control and wet herself then and there, but somehow barely managed to keep the desperate urge in check.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” she whispered fiercely, making sure nobody else could listen to them as the bouncers made way through the crowd for her.
    “I am really sorry ma'am, but this event is being held at an open ground with no restroom facilities,” Sandy replied guiltily. For some reason, she almost felt as if it was her fault that Kat wasn’t getting an opportunity to relieve herself.
    She realized what Sandy had said was actually the truth; it was an open field.
    “Hey!, Are there any toilets around?” Katrina asked an event coordinator who happened to be nearby.
    “No, ma'am, there are no toilets around here.” he answered before continuing on his way in a rush.
    Sandy saw that Katrina’s bladder was now bulging out like a basketball. No wonder she was so desperate!
    Poor Kat was left speechless. She had been so sure that once she’d gotten off of the stage, she could finally take a long glorious piss, but it looked like she might have to push herself even more and hang on until she found a solution to the serious crisis she was dealing with.
    “Oh my God, what am I gonna do?” she asked herself.
    She was fidgeting now, really worried about when and where she was going to pee.
    When she was certain that there weren’t any toilets around, she made a decision that was quite risky. There was a major chance that she’d not be able to pull it off and would end up failing miserably and peeing her pants. The only way out of this suffering was to try to get home to use the toilet. There was absolutely no other option left.
    “Sandy, we are leaving right now!” she exclaimed, revealing the extent of her desperation.
    The thought of holding her pee till she reached home sent chills up and down her spine. She had already come really close to wetting her panties just now.
    The plan was to make a quick exit out of the event and head straight home. People were trying to talk to her but the bouncers were fending them off, so at least she didn’t have to worry about being mobbed.
    Kat saw Mrs. Chawla talking to some guests. It is a common courtesy to say goodbye to your host before you leave, so she went up straight to her.
    “Hello...” she greeted Mrs. Chawla as they both exchanged a kiss on their cheeks.
    “I am so glad you showed up my dear…” Mrs. Chawla stated, smiling as widely as possible.
    “Oh it’s nothing. It was a wonderful event, but I am surprised there aren’t any toilets around here?” Katrina said, bouncing on her knees not caring if it made her desperation obvious. She was not trying to keep up appearances now; she was just trying to keep from losing control and ending up with in a massive flood cascading down her pants.
    “Yes , I am sorry for that," Mrs. Chawla said distractedly.
    She seemed quite oblivious to Kat's state of advanced desperation as she took her by the hand and led her away from the door.
    "Come, let me introduce you to Mr. Singhania, he flew here from Dubai just to attend this event…”
    Katrina interacted with the guests unwillingly for a couple of minutes, all the while having to contain a vast quantity of liquid in her, and feeling more full than she had ever been in her whole life. She tried to concentrate, but it seemed like they all were just blabbering on and on. They had no idea that she was nursing a bladder which was ready to start overflowing with pee at any moment.
    At last, when Katrina could hardly manage to think of anything else except, “I want to pee! Oh God how I want to pee! " she said, “I think I’ll leave Mrs. Chawla, I must go home now,” making a hugging gesture, trying to bail out as fast as she could.
    “Oh dear, can’t you stay for a little while longer?” Mrs. Chawla asked, wanting her to stay, as she held Kat by her elbow. "So many of them have come just to see you, you know..."
    Katrina forced a smile on her face and said, “No I really have to go," before she added softly, "I can’t begin to tell you just how much I need to pee right now,” shaking her legs a little bit.
    “Looks like you’re really desperate for the loo! So sad, we couldn’t arrange restrooms at this place, then you could have stayed longer” Mrs. Chawla said, finally noticing the state poor Kat was in. “Well, never mind, I’ll see you again soon.”
    “Ya, b-bye!” Kat said and left as quickly as possible heading straight to the place where her car was waiting for her, completely ignoring any calls from her fans who were shouting her name loud enough to make the entire neighborhood echo.
    The walk to the car was sheer agony; each step felt like it would tear her bladder apart.
    For such a) slim girl she had a pretty big tank, but after all, every bladder has its limits. She waved to every gazing eye and quickly got inside the car.
    It was 8:30 pm by the time she made her departure.
    “Let’s go home quick” she ordered her driver, as she crossed her legs tightly, trying to take some pressure off of her pee hole.
    Katrina made the driver put up the partition screen so he couldn’t watch or listen to what was going on in the back seat. She definitely didn’t want him to witness her desperation, and it was also a precaution in case she finally lost control and wet her pants during the ride home.
    “Oh Sandy, it was such a long day,” she said breathing heavily, giving her crotch a couple of good squeezes as she looked out of the window.
    “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon” Sandy replied encouragingly.
    Kat was happy to finally be rushing home to pee after an entire day of work. She only wished there was an even faster way to get there so she could end her dilemma.
    She undid the button and zipper of her jeans, which reduced a great deal of pressure from her bladder. She caressed her painfully swollen abdomen, “I drank like….like … so much water.. .and I’ve been holding it for so long…” she stated, squirming and wiggling her butt.
    She was extremely worried now about whether she’d be able to reach home in time or not.
    She was feeling a lot better with her zip undone, but later when she would get out of the car she was going to suffer in agony when she will need to do it up again, compressing her swollen bladder once more.
    She didn’t have any idea of what time it was, she didn’t care what day it was, she didn’t know where they were going, all she was concerned about was her need to pee which was driving her crazy.
    “I've really got to go…” she sighed.
    Each speed bump on the way made her bladder want to explode.
    She was vigorously rubbing her crossed thigh and knee with one hand and holding herself with the other. Her breathing had turned really heavy, signifying her extreme need to relieve herself. She was about to pee all over the car seat but was somehow managing to hold on. She wasn’t ready to let go of her perfect life model; she always used to think that a star’s life should be perfect, that nothing should happen against their desire, but here she was, holding her crotch. The moment she wet herself her perfect life would end, then and there.
    Somewhere at the back of her mind she just wanted to scream at the driver to pull over so she could pee by the side of the road, but that would have made a major NEWS headlines for tomorrow morning and she certainly didn’t want that.
    As the car neared a traffic signal that flashed red, she panicked, “Oh my god, we’re gonna stop.” The driver pressed on the brakes, and this sudden lurch was enough to make her lose control for a moment. She spurted a stream of wee into her panties, and a wet patch emerged on the crotch of her jeans before Katrina somehow managed to regain control of her sphincter and stem the flow immediately.
    “Oh my fucking god, it’s starting to come out…” her body was wracked by shivers, and she could feel that her chances of making it in time were fading away little by little.
    “I really should have used the toilet on the sets..” she gasped. "I don't think I can hold on much longer...I'm not going to make it."
    “Oh no, hang in there Kat” Sandy said, with a hint of support and sympathy in her tone.
    Katrina had fought a gallant battle against her body, but now it seemed like her control was slipping. Still, she was so close to her home now and her self-respect would not let her to give in to the situation. She wasn’t ready to succumb to her need and wet herself just yet; she would hold on until she couldn't any longer.
    As the car neared her apartment building, Katrina squeezed her crotch with all the strength left inside her.
    “Oh my god, I can see the fucking entrance, 17 floors…” she sighed.
    She said this to herself so that she could collect all her will and resolve to hold it back until she reached the toilet.
    The very moment, the car finally stopped, she literally jumped out of it without even trying to zip up her jeans. Any additional pressure would have been dangerous at this point.
    She had left a small patch of urine on the car seat but she didn’t notice it. Holding her rock hard bladder with one hand and covering the unbuttoned part of her jeans with the other, she took quick baby steps to the elevator, leaving Sandy behind in her haste. She didn’t care if anyone saw the wet patch on her crotch, at least it was better than completely wetting herself in public.
    After being seated all this while suddenly getting up and running was seemingly too taxing for her bladder, but Katrina somehow managed to control the urge to pee which was now almost overwhelming her. She was fatigued beyond words being subjected to such prolonged desperation, but she was just a few brief moments away from the explosive relief she craved. She couldn’t give up now!
    She hobbled across the empty hallway; no sign of a single person gave her the chance to grab her crotch again. She pressed the button to call for the elevator doors to open. When they did, she quickly got inside just as Sandy finally caught up to her.
    The elevator started ascending slowly, much too slowly.
    “Oh my god, no….” Katrina cried out with a look of horror on her face as another two second long stream of fresh, hot urine ran down her right leg, expanding the wet patch drastically along the way as it went. A few dribbles fell on the floor, making it evident that she was losing control of her bladder now.
    “Fuck, this is embarrassing..” she sighed, her confidence shattered a bit.
    What if the world knew that the ever-perfect star was not that perfect after all?
    Her entire body was trembling with the sheer pressure of needing to pee so much. She knew there was a hidden camera installed in the elevator, so a taking a leak there was not possible. That bit of video would be probably posted to the various social media sites and go viral before she even had a chance to get inside and change her clothes!
    This was the moment when Sandy actually felt sorry for the actress. She couldn’t stand watching Katrina in such a vulnerable state but there was no way she could help her out.
    Getting to the desired floor was taking a while and time went by slowly, almost seeming to stand still as Kat anxiously watched the lights indicating each floor it was passing.
    “When are we going to get there?!” Kat wailed, her face looking almost as if she was about to cry.
    “Hold on just a while more, we’ll be there any moment…” Sandy quoted.
    “I’ve never held my pee this long ever before…” Katrina breathed, as she blew air from her pursed lips, denoting the incredible amount of pressure she was battling to hold back the inevitable flood. She violently wiggled her legs as she kept pressing her hand into her wet crotch.
    Finally, the moment came when the lift finally stopped at the 17th floor.
    Katrina knew her maid must be at home so there was no bother looking for the keys to get in.
    She held her breath with all her might as the elevator opened.
    She was sure that if she relaxed her body for even a moment she would loose control of her bladder. With her body significantly bent forward she took tiny steps to the door of her apartment and rang the bell, but there was no sound of anyone coming to open it.
    Instead, Kat could hear the sound of a loud vacuum cleaner, and the blaring of Indian pop music from the radio on the other side of the door.
    “Oh my God, she’s not answering the door” she said as she doubled over in agony, legs tightly crossed and grabbing her crotch with her left hand all this while. Luckily there was no one around to witness her predicament.
    Every single second seemed like an eternity to her, since she was holding so much back.
    After waiting for about ten seconds, Katrina rang the bell again, this time almost continuously pressing the buzzer.
    “Open the door quick… I have to go to the toilet!” she yelled as she banged on the door multiple times, 20 times in a row in fact, hoping that the maid would hear it over the sound of the radio and vacuum cleaner .
    She took sparse breaths; she was trying to keep her body as stiff and taut as possible.
    At this point any muscle relaxation would have been dangerous.
    She took out her phone from her jeans pocket and called her maid now. Sandy saw her hands shaking as she did this.
    “Pick up the call, pick up the call,” Kat chanted to herself as she heard the phone ringing.
    As she stood there, Katrina’s legs were trembling, her wee was right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably and this time she was sure she wouldn’t be able to stop it.
    The maid wasn’t answering the call. She probably couldn't hear anything above the sound of the vacuum cleaner and the music.
    Kat had thought of using the toilet right at the moment she got home, but it seemed like it wasn’t her day, and the denial of her anticipated release only made things worse. She had wanted to go to the toilet for almost eight hours now... how much longer would she have to wait to gain the relief she had needed so desperately all this while?
    She tried to ring her for a last time.
    “Hello?” the maid finally answered.
    “Can’t you hear that I’ve been ringing the doorbell for so long?” Kat yelled through the phone, hopping from foot to foot.
    “Sorry ma'am! I was using the vacuum, I didn’t hear anything,” the maid replied, as she hurriedly walked towards the door to open it.
    “ I’ve to go to the toilet, open the door quick!’ Kat cried, with a look of utmost distress and agony on her face.
    “Just a moment ma'am..” the maid replied as she disconnected the call, dreading the fact that, how angry her boss would be once she let her in.
    Kat again rang the doorbell several times in frustration and pain, the maid finally opened the door.
    “Where the fuck have you been?!” Katrina shouted.
    She made a mad dash for the toilet, but had to stop suddenly, grabbing her crotch real hard as once again a one second long forceful spurt of urine escaped into her panties, widening the already huge wet patch on the crotch of her jeans and the right leg. This made her hold her breath even harder and make her muscles more stiff as she stood there leaning against the wall with one hand and grabbing her crotch with the other as she tried to regain a little control.
    “Oh no.., just a few more steps…” she cried out.
    Relief was now so close, yet still agonizingly far away.
    Each step increased the extreme pain in her bladder and made her feel each drop of the vast quantity of pee she had been bottling in for so long now.
    As she finally reached the toilet she opened the door quicker than she had opened any door in her entire life. She didn’t bother to lock it, although she pushed it a little to make the door slide close.
    Katrina could not even wait until she was fully seated on the toilet; the instant her panties were down and her legs just starting to bend her pee came blasting out like a fire-hose jetting all over and she dropped on the seat completely tired from holding it for so long.
    “Aaaaaah…!” she sighed in relief, closing her eyes as she face upwards. “Oh, thank goodness!” she breathed as she relaxed her aching bladder muscles completely and let her pee pour out. Then, “Oh the pressure!”
    She would have never have believed she was capable of peeing with such force. She had always been a steady stream girl, even when absolutely desperate, but this was the biggest blast of wee she had ever managed. Her shoulders sagged in exhaustion.
    Her thoughts and sight were blurred by the relief she was feeling. Her eyeballs rolled back in utter bliss of finally being able to empty her bursting bladder. The feeling of relief was sheer ecstasy to her, and she felt a euphoric shiver run across her body. The stream coming out of her hole was so thick and strong that it felt like it would make a hole in the porcelain.
    “Huff…” she breathed heavily, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her urine as it continued gushing out of her bladder ferociously.
    It was uncanny that even after spurting so much piss for so long she still had a copious amount inside of her. There was a never-ending stream of pee rushing out of her now.
    Both Sandy and the maid could clearly hear the sound of a torrent of pee falling into the toilet bowl, and Sandy imagined the immense relief now flowing through Katrina's body.
    “It feels so good to finally release it!” Kat thought.
    After about a minute and a half of strong flow her stream slowed a bit, then became intermittent. Each spurt of urine that came out of her body gave her unbelievable satisfaction.
    She gave a couple of more thick short blasts and came to the conclusion that she was done peeing. Her bladder was finally empty, although it still hurt and felt extremely stretched.
    “Phew… that was a lot!” she said to herself with a smile running across her face.
    Oh, that feeling of a deflated bladder was beyond words.
    She stood up and regained her composure.
    This was undoubtedly the most important pee of her life and the longest one too.
    She was lucky there hadn’t been any unusually heavy Mumbai traffic that day, or God knows what would have happened.
    She pulled her wet jeans and panties back on, and it was only then that she realized just how big the wet patch actually was. It ran from her crotch all the way down to the ankle of the right leg of her jeans.
    “It seems I really needed to pee after all.. ” she said to herself, massaging her abdomen.
    As she came out of the toilet, she saw Sandy and her maid waiting for her in the dining room. They both saw the huge wet patch on her jeans but kept quiet, not wanting to embarrass their boss any further.
    “I want no one to know about this, understood?” she ordered. “And, Sandy, you tell the producer to get me a replacement vanity by tomorrow or I'm done with the shoot for that movie!”
    “Yes ma’am!” they said meekly in unison as they watched the star walk into her room and slam the door behind her.
    When she was out of sight behind the closed door however, Kat couldn't help smiling at the memory of her desperate day, and wondering if and when it might happen again…… soon.
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    Pain reacted to frostyjr2 for a blog entry, STRANGE GOINGS ON (Chapter 22)   
    CHAPTER 22:
    STRANGE GOINGS ON
    What little was remaining of daylight hours went by in a blur, a desperate squirmy blur for many of the manor's guests, and one particular member of its staff.
    Day had turned to dusk, which had then rapidly transformed into a beautiful clear evening as a light fog from the moor began to lift. A luminous moon, surrounded by thousands of its tiny siblings, began to track across the night sky. As the grandfather clock in the foyer began to chime eight o'clock, supper time was upon them, and investigations and full bladders would have to wait just a little longer.
    "It's getting late, and tradition here at the manor must be upheld at all times. We never allow guests to leave after sundown... the moors are far too dangerous after dark," Cervin said. "Her Ladyship insists that you must all stay to supper, and pass the night here as well."
    Almost as if on cue, the most blood-curdling wail could be heard from outside the door, far in the distance, faint yet clearly audible.
    "What the devil was that?" Dunstable muttered.
    "Not the Devil himself, sir, but sure as anything, one of his minions," Cervin replied softly. "Do you not know the legend? The story of the giant ravening beast that roams these moors at night?"
    PCSO Grant shuddered involuntarily as she felt a small squirt escape her, warming her knickers yet again. There was definitely something strange about this place; the odd people, the ominous air surrounding the house, all of the bizarre sudden appearances and disappearances, and the most unfathomable thing of all, the almost overwhelming constant sense of desperation she had felt ever since she had come here the first time. She couldn't ever recall needing to pee so badly or so often, not ever in her life.
    Or enjoying the sensation quite as much, either.
    "Tell Her Ladyship...." Constable Dunstable was about to say something rude, but Inspector Marlowe glared at him almost savagely, cutting him off and replying,"… that we accept her most gracious offer, and please be so kind as to thank her on our behalf."
    Cervin inclined his head in assent, then turned crisply on his heels and walked off.
    “You idiot! Whatever made you think we had any choice in the matter?" Marlowe fairly spat this out, although quietly. "Didn't you hear what the man said?"
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    Taking her assigned place at the dining table between Sarah and an as yet unoccupied seat, Megan held her dress away from her bottom as she sat down. The antique oak chair was cold against the skin on back of her legs, and she could feel the cool and slightly damp fabric of her knickers clinging to her body as she squirmed ever so slightly. As the dress cascaded around her, she smoothed it down over her knees, happy in the knowledge that if she were to have another little accident during the course of the evening, at least she might be able to save the dress. It was simply far too pretty to get pee all over.
    As everyone else took their seats and began to settle down, Inspector Marlowe was the last to finally saunter in and join the dinner party, taking the only remaining free place next to Megan. Saying nothing, he surveyed the other diners, his eyes shifting from one person to the next in a clockwise motion, knowing that any one of them could be the cold-blooded killer he was hunting for. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as his gaze passed from face to face, his mental cogs in overdrive.
    Megan gently ran a hand over the bulge of her firm distended bladder. Performing a vigorous squirmy wriggle in her seat, she did her best to press the hard wood of the chair against her pee hole, but couldn't quite get the angle she needed without it looking awkward. She was amazed all the wee that was inside of her was behaving itself so well; it had nearly completely burst out several times over the last few hours, but somehow her exhausted muscles had held the majority of it inside of her … again. She had grown fuller and fuller, and now when she looked down even she was amazed by the way her belly protruded. Every now and then a little accidental squirt would take her completely by surprise, hence the persistent damp sensation around her privates, but for the most part she'd been a very good girl, and Sarah appeared to be very pleased with her.
    Looking around nervously, she locked eyes for the briefest of moments with the inspector, before looking away sheepishly. Making a conscious effort to sit as still as her desperation would allow, at least while she was under such scrutiny, she prayed silently for proceedings to get underway as quickly as possible. As accommodating and forgiving as her bladder had been up until now, the random frantic urges to take a long hard wee, if necessary into her underwear, were becoming much harder to control.
    Megan had been secretly hoping for a repeat of their previous night’s antics, but seriously doubted her ability to hold it in for the next ten minutes, let alone until they got back to their rooms later on. The thought of it was making her feel rather warm, and her cheeks visibly reddened as she felt a little extra wetness gathering down below. God knows how long it was going to take to finish dinner, she thought. Two hours or more if yesterday was anything to go by. OMG, that was almost certainly beyond her reach, but she had to at least try. Still having absolutely no idea where the bathroom was, she didn’t have much of a choice in any case.
    Daring to look up in the inspector's general direction, Megan breathed a little sigh of relief, (although not the relief she truly longed for at this moment in time), as Marlowe's attention was drawn to a flushed and flustered looking Erica, who was hurrying in pushing a serving trolley with the first course on it in front of her. Although she was moving at a rapid clip, the expression on her pretty face was noticeably strained.
    As Lady D. nodded her head in a stately manner, Cervin began to plate the appetizer and then place the delightful morsel in front of each diner. Just as she had the previous night, Sarah couldn't help but smile at the rather rude gesture Cervin was unwittingly flashing to the room, the middle finger of his gloved right hand standing erect as the others curled around the serving utensil. Wondering what she had found so comical, the inspector followed her gaze before he too clocked Cervin's gesture, the corners of his mouth turning up with the hint of a grin.
    "Mmm, prawns in red curry sauce!" Mao could barely contain his elation as the dish was set in front of him. He speared one with his fork and quickly popped it whole into his gaping maw, looking rather shark-like as he did.
    Sarah had not noticed until this very moment, but the man's teeth were surprisingly sharp.
    Wan Yu Gigg had her own fork poised at the ready, and she too had now skewered a delicious looking shrimp. With a much more discreet and softly feminine motion, she raised it to her pretty lips and nibbled delicately. Sarah elbowed Megan a bit violently below the surface of the table, causing the poor desperate girl a moment of unease as her overburdened bladder gave just a tiny squirt in protest.
    "Look at their teeth!" she whispered.
    "OMG, I hadn't noticed," Megan whispered in return.
    "They all seemed normal before," Sarah said quietly. "I think it only happens while they're eating..."
    Meanwhile, Dunstable had tucked his napkin into his shirt collar and was attacking his appetizer as if it were the last meal of a condemned man.
    "Wine, sir?" Cervin asked as he leaned over him, bottle in hand.
    "Never touch the stuff," Dunstable replied. "I wouldn't say no to a nice pint of beer, though... that is, if we're off duty now, Inspector?"
    "That will be fine, Constable. Her Majesty certainly can't require you to work overtime, especially considering the unusual circumstances of our stay." Inspector Marlowe smiled at PCSO Grant, who was now seated between himself and Constable Dunstable. "In fact, I think a glass of wine might be just the ticket after a day like today, don't you, Officer Grant?"
    Katherine was flustered all of a sudden. She certainly hadn't expected the Inspector to ask her opinion of anything whatsoever, and would have been content to merely sit quietly at his side, basking in the glow of his superior intellect.
    "It has been rather trying, hasn't it, sir?" she said with a surprisingly charming smile in return. A somewhat subtle yet desperate squirm accompanied her last remark, as if to accentuate and make clear the nature of at least one part of her personal tribulations.
    <TO BE CONTINUED>
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    Pain got a reaction from nagor for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
  24. Upvote
    Pain got a reaction from kinkyqueergirl for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
  25. Upvote
    Pain got a reaction from animefreak256 for a blog entry, Bursting Anita   
    This was the day of one of the biggest meetings in the history of the Peter-Robert accounting firm. All of the big shots in the company were there to discuss a possible merger with Orion Corporate Investments.
    But it was a normal day for Anita one of the leading employees in the company.She was the best employee in the firm.
    She had charged up for the evening with a tall ice mocha, a liter of water and a couple of those red-bull cans to give her the occasional boost during the most intense working hours.
    An hour and a half had gone by and Anita's need to relieve her bladder was starting to become a significant and persistent problem.
    "I've to complete these files and hand it over to Mr.Peterson as soon as possible," Anita said to Shauna who was sitting just besides her seat.
    "As usual,it seems like you've gotta lot of work to do," Shauna responded.
    "I can't believe I got so busy. I haven't had a break and I really gotta go pee," she replied.
    "We both almost drank the same amount during the break and I've went to the toilets twice,and you're still holding it?" she asked.
    "Ya I can't believe I need to go so badly, but I don't have time for this,just need to concentrate on my work," Anita answered.
    Anita badly needed to pee. In fact, she was absolutely bursting.
    "Oh, come on!" she complained as continued completing the accounts work that had halted her progress to the bathroom. The pain was growing intolerable.
    Of course, she'd been forced to hold on to a full bladder often enough in her career.
    She had never yielded to the urge, however bad it got, because she was damned if she would give them the satisfaction of seeing her call for a temporary replacement at her desk while she scuttled off to the toilets. She sometimes wondered if she was doing harm to her bladder during these long hold-it sessions.
    As bad as some of those sessions had been, however, they were nothing compared to this one which was truly testing her powers of endurance. She was being seriously distracted by her distended bladder.
    Without thinking, she pressed a hand against her crotch. It scarcely helped since her skirt prevented her from pushing where it would really do some good, but she could hardly pull her skirt up while sitting in the office.She was so incredibly desperate for the bathroom.
    God, she couldn't believe how close she was to wetting herself.
    Anita was also a topic of discussion to almost all the workers on her floor. They all were awe stuck with her ability to hold her pee for so long,and if rumours from other female co-workers were to be believed,at the end of her shift,Anita always pissed with incredible pressure in the toilet.None of them had ever heard anyone pee with so much force.
    Finally an hour later Anita submitted the files to her boss,now all on her mind was to get to the nearest toilet and take a minute long piss.
    She walked towards the ladies as fast as her swollen bladder would allow.
    At that point she recalled that she'd been called to Mr. Hopkins cabin for an evaluation on her report.
    "Okay I just have hold my pee a little longer," she said to herself, “A short trip to Mr.Hopkins' cabin then straight to the toilet" Anita thought.
    "May I come in sir?" she asked standing at the door.
    "Yes please come in," he replied.Anita hobbled her way to the desk.
    "Good evening sir," she greeted him.
    "Listen dear,I need you to bring me the profit graphs as soon as possible," Mr.Hopkins requested.
    "But sir the graphs aren't completly ready yet, it’d take some time to get them up," she replied.
    "Please I need them right now,our shares holders are on video-conferencing and they'd like to see them as soon as possible," he demanded.
    "I'll get you those as soon I can," Anita replied.
    She hurried back to her table to get those files done.She was so certain that she would have been enjoying a long piss after she'd have met Mr.Hopkins,but now she was struck with some fucking graphs,holding on to a very full bladder.
    "Oh Shauna, I need to pee so badly," Anita said while she shuffled pages looking for something in it.
    "Just go you've been holding it for so long now," Shauna replied worried.
    "I'll just have to cork it up,"Anita replied,closing her eyes as she released a gasp of frustration.The pressure to piss was amazing on her,still she was putting it off. ."Ooohh, oh God I'm really dying for the loo," she sighed.
    As soon as Anita left to find some important papers,Smith came nearby Shauna and asked,"What's the matter with Anita? Why's she so tense?"
    "Oh,she just needs to pee,she'd been putting it off for a long time now and as the result pressure is too much to handle for her," Shauna spoke softly so that no one else could hear them.
    "Wow,she's a really a grown up women, not letting her needs interfere in her job," he replied.
    "You're right,I would have pissed my clothes by now," replied Shauna concerned for Anita.
    Now Anita really did want to pee, and she was conscious of the tension needed to control her bladder.
    She had to call a small group of employees for giving them some instructions over some graph work,and a luck would have it,the group also included Smith.
    As the group assembled Anita quickly uncroosed her legs.Crossing legs would be too suggestive of needing to take a pee,and she didn't want anyone else to know that she was absolutely bursting to go to the bathroom.
    She blatantly stood with legs wide apart giving them instructions,holding her bladder muscles more tightly than she could ever remember.
    "My God! The amount of pressure this girl is handling right now," thought Smith.He could see Anita's bladder bulging out giving him an idea to how much pee she might have been holding!
    When Anita finally gave all the instructions Smith raced his way to the toilet,shut the door,and had the most intense wank of his life thinking about Anita's desperation and swollen bladder.
    Anita went back and sat on her chair with legs tightly crossed.Her bladder had reached the point of exploding, it had become rock hard and swollen so much that her skirt was streched to its limit.
    She kept repeating to herself that it was always possible to wait a bit longer.She tried to forget her agony by thinking what reward would she could claim from her boss for so much dedication to her work.
    "I need to go to the bathroom," Anita gasped,Cross her legs tightly and closing her eyes.
    "Just leave all this crap and go to the toilet Anita," Shauna said in a concerned tone.
    "Ya, I think you're right,I have to hurry because I'm ready to piss myself!" She really was desperate for a piss, her bladder bursting against her tight skirt,really hurting, and it was taking a conscious effort to hold back her pee.
    "I said just leave and go to the toilet," Shauna reprimanded on seeing Anita struggling with somes pages.Anita was still trying to complete Mr.Hopkins' work,when she should have been peeing hard inside a toilet.
    "I've been in agony with a full bladder all evening", Anita remarked, her voice tightening again with the strain of holding on to a bladder literally brimming over with piss."But I've do these graphs first,Mr.Hopkins may call up any moment".
    She finally went to submit the graphs to Mr.Hopkins.
    "Sir,here are you're graphs," she informed putting them on his desk.
    "Thanks a lot love,this was a huge favour," he replied,now seeing Anita hurring back."What's the matter dear,you look in such a hurry?"
    "OH,I've take a huge piss,please excuse me," Anita said as she turned back for a moment and rushed outside the room.
    "Hahaha! Run! Get there quick!," Mr.Hopkins laughed,teasing her.Anita rested her left hand on her bladder stealing herself from grabbing her crotch as she made her way to the toilets.
    When she reached the toilets,she noticed a sign on the door.She was so desperate to pee,she didn't have time left to read the sign,so she tried to push the door open.But as luck would have it didn't move.
    Then did she bother to read the sign.
    "Restroom Closed For Cleaning/ Do Not Enter"
    The restroom was closed as usual after all the female employees had left,it was only Anita who had been working late that day,and now it seemed like she had to pay for it.
    "Fuck! I've to piss so badly!," she cried out on reading this.She even tried to get into the Gents toilet,but seeing so many men going in,she declined the idea.
    She knew that even other floors would be locked by now,therefore she had only a single hope left.
    She decided to pee in the car parking area hoping that no one would be able to catch her.
    She hurried back to her desk,picked up her bag and car keys and rushed to the car park.She did her best to hurry,to get to the parking lot, one hand pulling her waistband away from her swollen bladder.
    In the elevator Anita had started shifting her weight from foot to foot,to ease her need to pee. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed, trying hard to look relaxed and unconcerned.
    At last when the elevator stopped, and door opened Anita moved in front of it. "Ladies first," she said not sure whether that was a request or a statement of where she was going. Expecting a crowd waiting for them, Anita had stopped holding her crutch, so she was fighting to hold in her pee, unable to stop herself twisting and squirming, almost running on the spot. The urge to pee was overwhelming; she had to fight it with all her strength, to do everything except hold herself to help keep it back. However obvious it made her desperation, wetting herself, which was a real possibility, would be worse. As soon as the door was partly open she just had to squeeze through and push the people outside the elevator aside.
    Anita went straight for the car park ignoring everything and everybody except the frantic need to pee.
    Abandoning any pretense of decorum, conscious only of the all-consuming urge to pee, Anita jammed one hand between her legs, pulling up her skirt so she could press with all her fingers, and tried to run up the stairs, knowing that she wasn't going to be able to wait much longer, that every second it took to get to the parking was vital. Everything seemed to be against her. Her high heels and tight skirt would have made it difficult to hurry anywhere, and on the bare concrete of the floor she could hardly keep her balance. One hand was between her legs, absolutely essential but not helping her hurry.
    "I want to piss. I want to piss," she was repeating to herself, and this was the only thing that mattered to her; she had to get to the parking area before her bladder gave way and she wet herself.
    When she finally reached the parking space her heart drowned as she saw some men and security guards standing and talking there.She was so certain that she she would reach to the car park and pee,but now all her hopes had vanished suddenly.Anita had no choice but to really pee dance to keep from wetting herself. She didn't dare try to hide her desperation any longer; if she made any attempt at all to regain her composure and stand still, she would lose it in a massive flood inside her clothes.
    "Even now if could make to some bushes around I can pee behind them," she thought to herself.Holding her crotch she hobbled inside her car,not caring if anyone could see her, because she was so close to losing control that anything was better than peeing in her skirt.Her bladder was full to the spilling point.She was at her absolute limit, she could not possibly hold any more pee.
    She started the engine and began driving. She didn't fasten her belt because she was now frightened that the additional pressure would be the straw that broke the camel's back... or burst her bladder.
    She drove as fast as she dared, praying she would not get pulled over for speeding. That would be totally disastrous! She pressed one hand between her legs, trying to press down on her crotch to help contain the flood. The maneuver did not work well because her skirt was too tight around her thighs, preventing her from reaching her crotch.
    All the way ,Anita kept shifting her legs. Every red traffic light left her shaking with panic, and she could feel sweat on her brow and upper lip now. She absolutely could not take much more. She was frantic, feeling that she really reached her limit. She bent forward as the pain become stronger, and for the last mile of the drive, she sat with her skirt pulled right up to the top of her hips. Holding herself had become essential now.
    As she neared the bushes where she'd thought of peeing , the mental expectation of relief almost overpowered her. She was so desperate that she could only avoid wetting by pressing her left hand between her legs with tremendous force.
    But Anita was in such a hurry to get to the quite forest area to piss after a whole day of work that she had just forgotten to look at her speedometer.Half way there,blue and red lights flared into life in her rearview mirror.
    "Oh no,not now," Anita moaned clenching her thighs together.She dare not stop now,she would loose control of her bladder any moment and it was obvious that if she pulled over the cop won't let her pee until she had paid the fine and fulfilled other formalities.
    "Aarrhh,go away I've to piss man!," she moaned again as her car neared the bushes.The cop continued following her giving sirens at short intervals that she must stop her vehicle right then.
    "No,I've been waiting for so long to pee and now he won't let me go," Anita cried.She couldn't stop the vehicle now.If she did,she would soak her dress with a gallon of piss right in front of the cop.
    The quite forest area had cleared now and Anita's car was back on the high way surrounded with heavy traffic, as the chase sequence between her and the cop continued.
    Anita was unable to piss & her bladder was aching for relief.Suddenly she gave away a short spurt of piss soaking through her panties.
    "Oh God. It's starting to come out," she cried holding her crotch.She was trying her best to contain her full bladder.
    As the minutes passed and the chase from the cop continued Anita grew increasingly certain that her overfilled bladder would explode at any point from now.
    "Fuck you idiot!" she cried out in desperation.She could see the red and blue lights still flaring.He wasn't going to leave her alone so easily.
    Then fianlly Anita couldn't hold on any longer,"Oh god! I can't wait to piss!" she moaned.
    She had reached her limit, and she could either remove her skirt and panty and pee in the car while she drove her ass off away from the cop or try to hold it,pay the fine,find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt.
    Holding herself until the last possible second, she just about managed to remove her panty and skirt away from her pee hole,before her pee came blasting out with incredible force,shooting directly to the steering wheel of her car.
    "Aaaaahhhhhh! Ya! Come out! Yes!" she sighed raising her head and closing her eyes as her body buried into the seat with relief.She was peeing like a race horse inside her car,while the cop was still behind her ass chasing her.
    "My God,there was so much pressure," she whispered as the relief she was experiencing made her close her eyes for a second.
    She was just peeing and peeing and peeing really hard driving her car along twisting country roads, as she tried to concentrate on this and not think about the stupendous relief she was getting from weeing so much.
    A huge puddle of her pee had formed below her,near her feet.
    "Holy cow!I can't stop peeing," she said in a low voice,her head resting on the seat as she enjoyed releasing so much pressure.
    Despite the enormous puddle she had made she hadn’t finished her pee, but at least she had let the pressure off.
    Two minutes had passed since Anita had started peeing and she was still going strong, continuing her run away from the cop.She was peeing and driving really fast and hard,both at the same time.
    "It's amazing! peeing with so much pressure is far better than having an orgasm," she thought as a smile ran across her face.
    It was only when she touched the three minute mark that her stream suddenly died.Then she gave almost half a dozen thick shots of piss before coming to conclusion that her bladder had finally emptied out all of it's contents.
    "Awww,that was lovely,I really needed that," she said to herself.She again heard the police siren ordering her to stop.
    Now when she had shot her entire load,she didn't see any problem in getting pulled over by a cop.
    She quickly adjusted her panty and skirt,drove her car off the lane and stopped.She got out taking the license and registration with her purse.
    As the cop got off and came closer to her she gave him a sweet smile and said "I'm really sorry," hoping that he won't take a look inside her car.
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