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  1. Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in.

    Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer.

    “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!”

    Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass.

    “Wait Jen- “

    Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her.

    “Are you not enjoying that?”

    Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink.

    “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.”

    Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie.

    The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat.

    “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.”

    Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement.

    It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them.

    “Jen, do you need to pee?”

    Hollie asked teasingly.

    “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!”

    Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl.

    “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!”

     

    Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders.

    As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet.

    “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!”

    Rosie said standing up.

    “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!”

    Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so.

    “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!”

    Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar.

    The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets.

    “Fuck”

    Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue.

    “Definitely!”

    Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place.

    Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down.

    “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!”

    Complained Hollie.

    “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!”

    Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked.

    “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!”

    She added.

    “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!”

    Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her.

    A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties.

    ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’

    She thought to herself.

    Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point.

    The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward.

    “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!”

    She cried as she moved towards the open door.

    However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls.

    “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?”

    The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl.

    “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!”

    She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her.

    The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming.

    “I’ll kill you!”

    The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same.

    At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around.

    The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence.

    “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!”

    He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting.

    “But we have to pee!”

    Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly.

    “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.”

    The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women.

    More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her.

    As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder.

    “No please! I can’t hold it!”

    The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself.

    “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!”

    Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past.

    “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.”

    Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed.

    “Let’s just get out of here already!”

    Jen shouted, already heading for the door.

    Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders.

    “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.”

    Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed.

    Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder.

    Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her.

    “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...”

    Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch.

    “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!”

    Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care.

    Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze.

    Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley.

    The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them.

    “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!”

    The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it.

    “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “

    The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs.

    The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress.

    The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window.

    Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car.

    “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!”

    Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy.

    Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident.

    As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly.

    “Hollie what are you doing?”

    Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face.

    “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.”

    She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands.

    Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle.

    Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her.

    The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg.

    Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt.

    “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!”

    Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her.

    “Sorry I’m coming!”

    Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys.

    “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!”

    Hollie begged, shaking from desperation.

    Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby.

    Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot.

    Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs.

    Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift.

    Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape.

    “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…”

    She started.

    “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!”

    Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself.

    “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!”

    Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke.

    “I guess that means I get the sink!”

    Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt.

    Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends.

    The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full.

    Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly.

    The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there.

    The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands.

    “Not a word!”

    The figure said.

    “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.”

    The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope.

    The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned.

    Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up.

    “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?”

    Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already.

    “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!”

    The burglar answered, before shutting the door.

    The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting.

    “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!”

    Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on.

    Jen nodded,

    “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!”

    her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry.

    Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad.

    “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!”

    “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.”

    Rosie said, half talking to herself.

    With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling.

    “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!”

    Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air.

    Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood.

    Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent.

    Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming.

    However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of,

    “No, no, no!”

    Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of,

    “Please untie me in setting myself!”

    Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle.

    As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be.

    Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room.

    Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out.

    “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!”

    With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints.

    Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder.

    With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied.

    After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower.

    This would certainly be, a night to remember.

  2. excellent chapter, I am glad my idea was used so well, as for a suggestion for part 3, perhaps the class get stuck in traffic on the way home and the girls toilet was closed for cleaning when they left, leading to predictable results? Or an exam keeping everyone and their full bladders in the exam hall? I look forward to the next part!

  3. Personally I wouldn't think Krista would be seen dead in a diaper in public, I think she would be wearing panties, perhaps her friend could come along to help out with the group and also be trying to hold in a diaper? Though obviously it's up to you!

    1 hour ago, CptTickle said:

    I like that idea a lot. Maybe Krista wears a diaper on the field trip but doesn't want to use it, and Morgan wets herself?

     

  4. Hi all, another random idea which popped into my head after playing crusader kings 3 of all things, please let me know if you enjoyed and if you want a continuation, I already have some ideas! Enjoy!

    Lady Jane of the house of Wakeston stared up pensively at the keep in front of her. She had been invited by lord Jaleston as a potential wife of his eligible son, who stood to inherit the entire dukedom. She had never met either man however a potential match would help her family who had fallen on hard times as of late due to a recent famine.

     

    Taking a moment herself to gather her wits after a long journey with no respite, she walked up the steps of the keel as gracefully as her tight fitting garments would allow, dressed as provocatively as society  would allow in order to give her a potential rivals, of which she was sure there was some.

     

    Jane made her way through the entryway, leaving her guards behind her. Now that she had crossed the entryway the laws of hospitality forbade any harm upon her.

     

    A seneschal quickly met her and led her into a side chamber to await the arrival of his lordship. Jane fiddled with her blonde hair, tied neatly into a braid, her only outward sign of nervousness as she was led into the waiting chamber, where she was greeted with the sight of four other noble girls hovering in anticipation.

     

    There was a girl dressed in a tight green dress showing her ample bosom, her flame red hair draped to draw your eyes downward. A slim brunette in a pale blue dress with freckles on her cheeks. Another brunette in a cream gown with her hair in a large bun and finally a second blonde in a tightly fitting yellow dress, allowing her breasts to jut out nicely.

     

    Jane joined the group of girls, all giving off a restless and nervous energy, not helped by the fact that none spoke to each other. 

     

    The seneschal left only to return a mere five minutes later, decreeing that his lordship the duke is ready to receive his guests.

     

    The five girls followed the man outward in a loose gaggle, through a series of corridors until they entered a somewhat darkened room. Jane found this odd as normally a duke should greet his guests in the main hall. However no sooner had the five girls entered were they set upon by masked men who grabbed them and held them tight.

     

    The noble girls gasped and cried out but no help was forthcoming as more men stepped from the shadows and began cutting away at their clothing.

     

    The girls cried out once more and squirmed in their captors grip, however they were held too tightly and before long the five girls stood shaking, naked before the entire room.

     

    Jane felt her nipples harden involuntarily at the sudden cold with goosebumps spreading down her arms, a quick glance around revealed similar results on the other girls.

     

    It was at this point a man stepped from the shadows of the room with a grin upon his lips.

     

    “Welcome to my father’s hall, I am lord Jaleston the younger and you beautiful women will be my honoured guests while we negotiate with your families. This will take some time I’m afraid so in the meantime I will have you shown to your, new, quarters and have food and drink brought to you, we shall dine together later in the week. Please do try. To enjoy your time here.”

     

    The dukes son said, finishing his speech with a longing look at each of the girls, who were blushing furiously after coming under such scrutiny. 

     

    At this point the duke’s son gave a nod and the girls were dragged, complaining out the door, along a corridor and up a long spiral staircase at the top of which was a large circular room with 5 beds inside. 

    The beds appeared quite comfortable with a few chairs placed around the room, though these lacked any cushions. There was a fire in the corner and a doorway through which Jane could see a balcony. The only hint that this was a prison was the barred windows and the lack of a handle on the inside of the door.

     

    At this point the five nude girls were pushed inside and the door closed behind them. Sealing them inside their prison. 

     

    Jane and the other girls quickly moved to cover themselves to protect their modesty however a quick search of the room revealed nothing to use other than their hands.

     

    With this done the five girls set about searching the room, finding nothing hidden away in cupboards (or any cupboards at all) . While a search of a balcony revealed that while they could use the balcony with relative privacy, there was no chance of climbing down due to the decorative grating placed on top of the balcony walls. 

     

    With this the five girls were forced to sit on their beds and chairs and wait, at which finally introductions began. 

     

    The flame haired girl was lady Alice, who had since given up protecting her breasts, merely keeping her legs crossed to hide her unshaven womanhood as she listened to the other girls speak somewhat distractedly.

     

    The brunette with freckles was lady Hollie, who still sat with one hand covering her somewhat smaller breasts with another placed to cover her womanhood with her legs too crossed as she nervously babbled about rescue.

     

    The other brunette was Penelope who laid on the bed, covering her breasts and womanhood but bearing her ample rear which wiggled from side to side absentmindedly as she talked. 

     

    The other blonde was Rhiannon who seemed extremely antsy, most likely due to her current state of confinement, she too made no effort of concealing her breasts however she kept her legs tightly pressed together to keep what remained of her modesty intact.

     

    Finally Jane sat in a chair with her legs crossed, her shaven womanhood cooked by the air circulating the tower, while she didn’t actively attempt to conceal her bosom, she tried to allow her hand movements to naturally block them from view.

     

    As they chatted Jane came to realise that all the girls came from families in a similar background to hers, making it unlikely that any of them could be ransomed any time soon, making the reason for their capture all the more baffling.

     

    Conversation gradually petered out as all the simple topics were exhausted, leaving the five girls shooting stolen glances at the other’s forms and thinking about their current predicament.

     

    Jane thought of her family, who would be horrified when they heard the news of her capture. However it would be some time before they became worried, it took time for messages to be sent back and forth, with Jane being able to travel from her home to the Duke’s castle in a full day only by not stopping. Jane was suddenly reminded of this by a tightness in her lower abdomen, as she realised that she had not yet passed her water today, only doing so when she awoke before sun up. There was no way for a highborn lady to relieve herself in a moving carriage, wearing the constricting costumes that noble women were forced to wear, meaning that Jane had been forced to endure, like she was used to. However this was longer than Jane usually waited to use the privy and her bladder was making that known by beginning to throb painfully. Jane crossed her legs more tightly. 

    Scanning the room, however, there was no obvious door to a privy, and in their search of the room none of the girls had revealed a chamber pot. Meaning that Jane would merely have to wait until they were let out to use the privy, after all it’s not like she could go in the same room as these girls anyway, her upbringing wouldn’t allow it. However as she looked at the girls once again, Jane began to realise that their stiff postures and crossed legs might not be due solely to the cold, and in fact all the girls locked in the tower might be facing the same predicament as her.

     

    A lengthy period of time passed, Jane didn’t know exactly but she hazarded a guess at roughly two to three hours, the sun has sunk low in the sky, turning it a crimson red. Jane’s bladder was now a tight ball, jutting out from her stomach noticeably, causing Jane to keep her legs tightly crossed, along with shifting her weight in her chair every few minutes to ease her discomfort. While she wanted to do nothing more than squirm around openly and hold herself like a small child, she felt too shy to do so in front of so many other girls, even though it was clear they needed to relieve themselves as much as her. 

     

    Alice was rocking back and forth slowly, her legs tightly wound, both her hands kneading her thighs rhythmically, though she did this slowly as to avoid giving her predicament away too obviously. 

     

    Hollie was massaging her lower stomach, which sported a bulge similar to Jane, her legs bouncing up and down slightly as she kept glancing longingly towards the door of their shared cell. 

     

    Penelope’s rear was wiggling with much more vigour, her face a mask of discomfort and her legs now knotted as they jutted up behind her.

     

    While Rhiannon’s legs were bouncing up and down quite violently as she alternated between keeping her legs pressed together and crossing them tightly, blushing as she did so.

     

    None of the girls mentioned their need, nor did they mention the other girls’ clear need, as to do so would be unladylike. 

     

    The door to the cell suddenly sprang open, admitting two masked guards, once carrying a tray of bowels, while the other carried a tray of beakers. 

     

    Jane’s heart sank as she was handed a beaker of watered down wine and a bowel of a meaty stew, however at a stern glance from the guard, she began to consume her meal. The other girls also digging in with some reluctance. The guards merely stared at the naked girls as they ate their meals, before growling at the five as she timidly sipped at their wine beakers.

     

    Jane reluctantly gulped down the wine, already feeling the extra liquid hitting her distended bladder. She contemplated asking for a chamber pot but didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of her fellow captives by showing weakness. 

    One of the guards collected up the bowels and beakers, having to reclaim the empty beakers somewhat forcefully from some of the girls, before leaving and locking the door once again. As the left Rhiannon let out a brief noise before blushing crimson and placing a hand on her stomach which also now sported a noticeable bulge.

     

    With their captors once again gone the girls were once again forced into an uncomfortable wait.

     

    Two further hours passed and at this point Jane’s need to relieve herself was becoming unbearable. She was now openly having to squirm in her seat to contain her waters, her breasts moving rhythmically from side to side as her hands rubbed her thighs, desperately wanting to cup her womanhood.

     

    Alice was stood leaning against the sill of one of the windows, her legs tightly crossed as she bobbed up and down, one of her hands gently resting on top of her womanhood. 

     

    Hollie was stood next to her bed, squirming in place as she shifted from foot to foot, nervously muttering under her breath how much she needed a wee. Her hands bunched at her sides.

     

    Penelope had now sat up in bed and was kneeling with both hands buried in her crotch as her breasts jiggled from desperation. 

     

    While poor Rhiannon appeared the most desperate, her whole body shaking as she held herself in her chair, rocking backwards and forwards.

     

    Hollie suddenly ran towards to door and while dancing in place, franticly hammered on the wood and began begging to be taken to the privy. 

     

    The sound of Hollie’s begging made Jane’s own desperation worse and she quickly rose to her feet and made her way towards the balcony, quickly letting herself outside, hoping that the slight separation would make containing her waters that little bit easier. 

     

    As Jane leaned on the balcony, her bottom shifting from side to side as she squirmed she looked down into the courtyard below and saw a large gushing fountain spraying water into the air. The sight of so much running water caused her bulging bladder to contract suddenly and she felt a spurt of urine hit her thighs. Jane quickly held her mound with one hand and bobbed down, managing to contain her flood but she knew she couldn’t last much longer as she was, so she quickly made her way back inside.

     

    Once inside she realised that her fellow captives weren’t fairing any better than her. 

    She could see small streams of pee snaking their way down the back of Hollie’s legs as she hammered on the cell door. While Rhiannon had now began blushing even more, merely shaking in her chair as she presumably began to void herself.

     

    Alice was clutching at herself tightly, leaning away from the window with both hands holding her womanhood closed at this point. While Penelope had hastily climbed out of bed and was marching in place while holding herself, clearly not wanting to make a mess where she was going to sleep. 

     

    The poor girls could only last so much longer like this and unsurprisingly it was Rhiannon who lost the battle with her bodies’ needs first. With a choked sob the poor girl hung her head in shame as long spurts of urine jetted out into her hands, pooling Beneath her in the chair, before quickly dripping off the sides, the poor girl shuddered one last time in a vain effort to hold back the flood but it was inevitable at this point and with a sigh Rhiannon’s bladder gave up and she forcefully wet herself in her chair. Urine rushed out of her womanhood and splattered loudly onto the floor as she sagged from equal parts relief and shame.

     

    The other four girls eyes Rhiannon with a mix of jealousy, disgust and pity, however they were about to join her as their own bladders began to give out.

     

    Hollie was the next noble girl to soil herself. She had been slowly wetting herself for a few minutes with small spurts dampening her thighs, however these spurts grew larger and with the sound of Rhiannon’s accident Hollie shakily let out a moan and watched as her waters thundered out of herself and onto the floor, a waterfall pouring out from in between her legs, much of the puddle she was making going under the door of their jail cell, as Hollie stood there, quietly moaning in pure bliss.

     

    A few minutes later Penelope lost her own battle with her bladder, she had been bobbing up and down, her crotch tightly held by both hands, however it appeared that some kind of internal limit had been reached, as with a strangled cry a thick stream burst from between her legs, pushing her hands out of the way and splattering to the floor.

     

    Alic’s face was tightly screwed up, her eyes clamped shut, as if the noble girl was attempting to block out the sound of so much relief, however her heaving chest and shaking body gave away how truly desperate to pass her waters she really was and it was a mere two minutes before the poor girl joined her fellow prisoners in shamefully wetting herself as she sank down into a crouch, urine dripping through her fingers, with a shuddering moan the noble girl went as red as her hair as her bladder gave out, pouring onto the stone floor of the chamber as Alice sagged against the wall in relief. 

     

    This left Jane as the only noble girl still maintaining a wavering control over her bladder, however she could feel that control slipping, watching her fellow captives soil themselves had made her bladder protest violently and her hands which now cupped her womanhood tightly were damp from her own urine. Her bladder throbbed in time with her rapidly beating heartbeat, knowing that even if her captors let her go to the privy now she would not make it. 

    The thought of her impending accident made her weak at the knees and she sank into a crouch moaning from the effort of holding her waters inside her. 

    She felt her bladder contract and a thick spurt of urine shot out of her quivering mound and soaked her hands, dripping noisily to the floor to join the other various puddles around the room. With tears forming in her eyes, Jane felt her control begin to falter and then slip entirely, her tired bladder gave out entirely and she too finally began to wet herself.

    Her bladder, finally getting its sweet relief, opened up its gates and urine poured out of her at an impressive rate. Jane kneeled, shaking from exertion in a pool of her own making as she forcefully wet herself, her waters splashing down the sides of her legs.

    After a minute Jane’s stream gradually died off and the five weary girls were left standing or sitting in their own waters, naked and cold. 

    Night had fallen by this point and working together the noble girls figured out, after some time, how to make a rudimentary fire to dry themselves out, along with shrinking back the puddles of urine on the floor. 

    Having publicly disgraced themselves the girls were not so timid about the other captives seeing their bodies, however privately Jane worried about what would happen come morning once she needed to pass her waters once again. She was so embarrassed by what had just happened and the red faces of the other girls showed they felt the same. Clearly she couldn’t merely void herself on the floor like an animal. She would just have to plead with the guards for a pot once the arrived with whatever meal they received for breakfast. 

    With their bodies dried, the five girls crawled into their beds and attempted to put their traumatic experience behind them as they fitfully drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow they would awake from this torture in their own beds with plenty of chamber pots.

    Sadly that wouldn’t be the case.

  5. Hi guys, I have returned again after a long period of lurking to submit another story, this is based on the clone wars episodes where Ashoka posed as a slave to save her people, resulting in her being locked in a cage, for those of you who haven't seen the episode I have included a link to her outfits the times she was enslaved, with the outfit she is wearing in the story being a combination of both. Comments are welcome and let me know if you want a continuation! Enjoy!

    WARNING CONTAINS POOP DESPERATION AND MESSING 

    (Image link: https://www.deviantart.com/the-first-magelord/art/Ahsoka-Slave-Princess-revealed-271021018)

     

    Ashoka Tano usually trusted her master’s judgement, while Anakin Skywalker’s methods were… unorthodox, they usually garnered results. She said usually as currently his latest hare brained scheme had her posing, no actually becoming a slave for the amusement of Queen Miraj, ruler of the Zygerrian Slave Empire. 

    Ashoka had been forced to dress in a skimpy slave outfit. Parade herself in front of a room if slavers, before being escorted to a cage, suspended from the wall and locked inside. 

    That has been nearly 18 hours ago. During that time she had been fed a bowl of scraps from presumably the palace kitchen and given a large beaker of liquid to drink, before being left to get some fitful sleep, being woken by the groans and whimpering of her fellow slave girls suspended alongside her. 

    Originally Ashoka assumed that the groans were caused by cramped muscles and cold winds, something her skimpy outfit did nothing to protect her from, causing her nipples to become hardened and visible through her barely there coverings. However  Ashoka soon realised it was due to the fact that nobody had come by to allow the slave girls to relieve themselves. 

    Ashoka awoke to a throbbing sensation from her full bladder, filled by the large beaker she had drank the night before, along with the rest of the day trekking to the slavers palace with no stop for the refresher. More worryingly she felt a heaviness in her bowels which told her she was in desperate need to empty herself.

    Ashoka hated to use the refresher when someone else could hear her and was probably listening. Back on a Star cruiser with everyone bustling around she could go no problem, everyone was too busy to hear her. However when it was just her and her master alone on the ship they travelled in on, well she did well letting go of her bladder. Meaning she had at least 3 days of backed up waste inside her begging for release, along with a full bladder.

    Looking around she could see her fellow slaves were in the same predicament. A green skinned Twei'lek girl was sat with her heel pressed into her crotch, her breasts bouncing as she jiggled in her cage. While a blonde haired Human girl was holding herself openly while whimpering and glancing around with pleading eyes as if a refresher or hell even a pot would magically appear. Seeing her own need reflected in those around her made Ashoka’s desperation worse and she started to subtly shift her weight from side to side as she assessed her options.

    She couldn’t simply relieve herself in her clothes, she didn’t know how long she would remain like this, plus what kind of punishment she might receive. Nor could she simply pull her crotch coverings to the side and let go. Her cage was too constrictive and so was her costume. It was so form fitting the whole bodysuit had to be undone at the collar, which was currently locked shut. Meaning her only choice was to wait for relief. However no sooner did she think this Ashoka spotted the door to her jail block open and guards walk in with trays of food.

    The girl’s immediately began crying out in various languages begging for relief, but the guards either didn’t understand or didn’t care, merely leering at the writhing girls and passing their food and drinks before moving on. 

    As they reached Ashoka’s cell they glanced at her before shoving her tray of food, the same scraps as before along with another big beaker of liquid. Ashoka didn’t bother to ask to relieve herself, it was clear that wasn’t happening yet. Instead she squirmed slightly as she looked at her breakfast. She didn’t want to add to her full bladder and bowels but knew she would likely be punished if she didn’t do as she was told, so she reluctantly dug in.

    5 minutes later Ashoka was finished, her bladder felt like a hard ball, compressed by her tight costume, while her bowels felt like a coil of snakes writhing in urgency. Her fellow slaves were now moaning and squirming openly in desperation and Ashoka had no choice but to join them.

    After an hour of this torture Ashoka was sure they were all about to suffer accidents when the guards returned and began removing the girls from their cages, lining the half naked and squirming beauties up as if they were queuing for a refresher.

    Ashoka shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her hands on her thighs and clenching her cheeks, knowing that to hold herself meant practically exposing all in public. She blushed as she realised that the Human girl appeared to have her hand inside her skirt, rhythmically massaging her crotch to hold in her waters, however that was short lived when the guards came back and saw her doing this, threatening her with a whip until she stopped, leaving her from hopping from foot to foot with her hands clenched tight, similar to what Ashoka and the Twei'lek girl were doing.

    The three desperate girls were frog marched through the palace, doing nothing to help their urgent needs, until they were brought to a doorway, where a single girl and a slaver were waiting for them.

    The slave girl was a fellow red skinned Torgruta, also dressed skimpily, with her legs pretzeled as she bobbed up and down, pushing a trolly filled with trays of drinks. The slaver glanced at the new arrivals before speaking to them in common.

    “Good, you have arrived. You will be serving drinks this morning to her majesty and her supporters, you will hold yourself to the proper decorum and not embarrass yourself or her majesty. Failure to do so will result in your public humiliation. If you are able to control yourself then you will be granted a rest period and the refresher, understood?”

    The slaver looked at the girls who all nodded. 

    Ashoka glanced at the other girls, she doubted if any of them could wait that long, she was pretty sure she could spot some glistening on the Twei'leks thighs but that could just be sweat. As for herself, she knew it would be a close run thing, her Jedi training included controlling her body and it’s needs but this was pushing it to the extreme. Her bladder throbbed every time she took a step and her bowels were cramping hard in need of release.

    The slaver nodded towards the trolley and the four girls, the other Torgruta seemingly joining, them picked up their trays and made their way into the room.

    The girls were forced to carefully carry their trays throughout the room in circles before stopping and waiting before starting again. This was difficult to do in such a crowded room, compounded by their obvious needs, which try as they might to keep subtle, was noticed by everyone present, mostly down to their constant squirming and at this point pronounced bladder bulges. 

    The only respite from the torture was when their trays became empty and the girls could retreat into a servants alcove, allowing them the privacy to hold themselves and squirm frantically as their trays were refilled with fresh beverages.

    After an hour of this torture it was clear that the girls were at their breaking point. None of them could keep their desperation subtle, with Ashoka being asked more than once to stand in place as the slavers watched her squirm in need. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting and she desperately needed to let out a few drops, while she was  having to stop in her circuits occasionally and clench her cheeks tightly as her bowels made a desperate bid for freedom and caused her tired sphincter to open and threaten to spill its contents into her tight costume. 

    Returning to wait with the other girls, she could see that the Twei'lek girl had clearly leaked into her costume, her crotch darkened and glistening while she crossed and uncrossed her legs, causing her breasts to jiggle seductively and draw the eyes of many of patrons in the room. 

    The Human girl too was clearly beginning to lose her battle too, while her loin cloth betrayed no hint of an accident, her blushing face and refusal to look at anyone clearly gave away her inability to hold in her urine any longer. 

    The Torgruta Girl clearly shared Ashok’s dilemma as she could see her ass cheeks tightly clenched in the tight costume she was wearing as she marched in place. As she watched the girl gasped and looked down, drawing Ashoka’s eyes to her crotch which darkened briefly as the girl began to lose control.

    Watching her fellow slave begin to get release was too much for Ashoka’s tired and bursting bladder and she felt the crotch of her costume darken as the first few drops of urine escape her quivering woman hood and dampen her crotch covering. 

    It was at this point the slaver in charge of their duty approached, taking in the sight of the four girls failing to control themselves with a look of disapproval.

    “As you clearly can’t contain yourselves, once her majesty finishes her opening address you may be allowed to relieve yourselves, however there is only one pot for four of you so be sure to be efficient in its use.”

    He said, with a malicious glint in his eye, before heading over to the alcove and placing a relatively small pot on the floor.

    The sight of their potential relief drove the four slaves crazy, making their squirming all the more frantic.

    As the Queen rose to her feet atop her throne she took in the sight of the four squirming girls and smiled. 

    “Welcome my loyal subjects to our annual slave market…” she began, her sentence being greeted by cheers from the assembled crowd.

    Ashoka watched as the slave girls continued to slowly lose the battle with their bodies. The Twei'lek girl’s wet patch had now spread to her ass, while small rivulets of pee were running down the Human girl’s nude legs and forming a small puddle on the floor. The Torgruta girl was seemingly sacrificing her bladder to control her bowels as her wet patch steadily grew, highly visible on the light grey of her costume.

    Ashoka meanwhile was seriously struggling to retain any control at all. She had leaked a further two times into her crotch strap, which now clung warmly to her womanhood which throbbed with need. Meanwhile it took more and more of her willpower each time to hold back her waste, as the waves of desperation were getting stronger and more frequent, the additional rich food she ate this morning playing havoc on her stomach.

    This state of utter torture continued on for five excruciating minutes before the slaver Queen drew her speech to a close.

    “… Now before we begin our auction, all these drinks have made me in dire need of a  chamber pot! Slaves! Bring me my pot!”

    This announcement was met with cheers from the crowd as the girls realised to their horror that their only source of relief was actually intended for the Queen. 

    With slow desperate steps the four girls shakily picked up the pot, each girls’ bladders desperately protesting as they got so close to relief, and gingerly made their way through the grinning crowd to the Queen’s throne.

    “Excellent, two of you will hold my dress up, while one of you holds the pot nice and close, the final girl can wipe me clean when I am done.” 

    The Queen said with a grin, taking in the four bursting girls around her

    “You two can hold my dress.”

    She said , gesturing to the Twei'lek and the Human.

    “While my newest slave can hold my pot!”

    The Queen decreed, smiling widely at Ashoka. Her shifting form giving away just how desperate to pass her waters as her slaves were.

    The two girls lifted up the Queen’s skirts, squirming as they stood. While Ashoka was forced to kneel down and slowly pull down the Queen’s undergarments, which she noticed to some surprised also bore a small wet patch. As she touched the Queen’s thighs that patch grew, causing Ashoka to groan and lose a spurt into her costume, a few spots of golden liquid splattering to the floor. 

    As the Queen’s nether regions were laid bare to the crowd the trembling Torgruta handed Ashoka the pot, who placed it between the Queen’s thighs. She could feel a wave of desperation building in her bowels and prayed it held off long enough for the Queen to finish and allow Ashoka to stand back up, as she had no control in her current position.

    With a barely concealed moan the Queen began noisily emptying her bladder into the chamber pot. The sound caused all four slave girl’s crotches to darken further, with several spurts beginning to hit the floor. 

    The sight and sound of relief proved too much for the poor Twei'lek who despite burning her hand in her crotch, began to shamefully wet herself, her tired bladder letting lose a thick stream into her hand, casing it to noisily splash down her legs and pool on the floor as she sagged in utter relief. 

    The Torgruta girl too couldn’t hold her bladder any longer, squatting slightly and pissing forcefully through her costume, while holding her ass tightly with both hands.

    The Human girl miraculously held onto most of her bladder although two powerful spurts escaped and splattered onto the floor.

    While Ashoka too was forced to spurt into her costume. Her biggest problem was her bowels. Her current position left her ass cheeks spread and no matter how much she squirmed she could do little to prevent the first of several solid logs escaping from her tired Sphincter and beginning to tent the back of her costume. The young Jedi desperately tried one last time to hold back the inevitable, before with a shuddering moan, she lost all control and began to mess herself. Her first log curled thickly in the back of her costume before breaking off, before a second began to push its way out, with no more room her costume was pushed away from her ass, with the end off it beginning to poke out the sides, as Ashoka gave in and began to push out the third and final log, her bladder finally gave way and a golden waterfall ran from the crotch of her costume and pooled rapidly at her feet. 

    The Human girl watched all this unfold with wide eyed horror before quickly, while still holding the Queen’s dress aloft, squatted down and pulled the front of her loin cloth to the side, as she revealed her skimpy crotch cover which was already soaked through a thick stream burst through the saturated material and splattered loudly onto the ground.

    The poor Torgruta girl who had finished wetting herself was frantically tugging at her costume, begging in common for help, but with her colleagues too busy disgracing themselves and the slavers too interested in the show. Her frantic squirming ending in her squatting down and noisily emptying her bowels into her costume, the tight material swishing her mess and causing it to hug her lithe figure uncomfortably.

    The Queen had at this point finished relieving herself and quietly gestured for the gathered slavers to leave the room. 

    Once they were alone she sat back down on her throne, before looking on with a mysterious glint in her eye.

    “You all failed to wait like good slave girls should to relieve yourselves. So you will be punished.”

    She paused to allow the gravity of her words to sink in.

    “You will be taken from here, striped and cleaned before you will be brought back to me again. For the next 24 hours you will be fed and watered and will not leave my side for any reason as you attend to my *every* need in private. If you can do this without disgracing yourself again, then I will grant you permission to wear clothes and use the refresher. Otherwise your 24 hours will begin anew the minute you soil yourself.”

    The four slave girls listened to her words numbly, knowing their near future would most likely be filled with desperate accidents.

    ‘Master please hurry!’

    Ashoka thought, noticing she hadn’t quite achieved complete relief in both her bladder and bowels.

    ‘I already need to go again.’

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