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  1. Hey, so I have for years watched videos from the FF and SL brands of JAV, I think from Jade. I have always wondered who the director is? Is it that somewhat short, short-haired, face ALWAYS blurred, soft spoken woman who tortures the others? I sometimes think she is the director, as she is consistent, her face is always blurred, and she is NEVER shown on the covers. Some characters whose faces are blurred I can recognize from other videos due to cues in how they move and talk, this person has as far as I know, never been shown unblurred. Google Bard and ChatGPT cannot answer it, Google cannot answer it, I am kinda stumped. Does anyone know more than this? Like who directed SL-447? She is also the one who tortures every woman in FF-513. I cannot figure out exactly what producer it is on Jade, and it is super hard to get any information, but I just cannot get this thought out of my head that this woman is the director, and that she does good work, I would love to read more about whoever the director is and understanding IF the director is this woman. I give many thanks ahead of time, any tips would be appreciated.
  2. I'm trying to find a JAV video of an unpopular schoolgirl who gets surrounded by a gang of mean girls who tackle her to the ground and pull her skirt up, she then pees her pink panties with a very loud hiss and they tease her for having a fear wetting accident
  3. I'm not entirely sure which forum this one should go in. I responded to a request by someone, in which they asked for a story about a girl with bladder incontinence who is forced to spend the day without her diaper. If this should be moved into omutsu, please let me know. I also didn't expect this to get as long as it did. Wrote it in practically one sitting, and it's over 4,200 words. Warning before reading, this has been adapted from the request. This story is omorashi-centric, but also has a main character in her late teens who experiences bullying, public humiliation, and coerced sexual behaviour. The Girls at School Samantha was a very prim and proper girl. Small and wiry, she had a streak of pride about her that drove her to work hard at her studies, appearance, and hobbies. Growing up in a moderately conservative household, she disdained her classmates' obsession with makeup, messy hair, and overly short skirts. Samantha's dirty blonde hair was almost always tied back into a bun or pony tail, though occasionally she opted for braids. She kept her belongings tidy, and would help her mother iron her clothes in the evening. She would even polish her school shoes. But Samantha had a shame that she carried with her at all times. She was born with a small bladder, and regularly had difficulties in making it to a toilet when she needed to go. Notes to teachers from her doctor could only go so far in helping her, and she was forced to wear incontinence pads most of the time. Her preference for wearing trousers had to be modified to suit this, of course. Tight jeans-like black trousers were the fashion for her school uniform, but the uniform instructions only specified that girls wear "trousers or skirt, black". To Samantha this meant she could wear the boy's standard of trousers. Its crotch area accommodated enough space for their genitals, and would suit her need for padding. Albeit, she had to wear a size bracket one or two down than expected for her age. The pads were not too intrusive with these trousers, though the fact that they replaced any normal underwear for her brought difficulties in gym classes. Instead of changing with the other girls, she would change in a toilet cubicle. By now most girls had asked her why she did this, and her excuse was that she was too shy to undress in front of the others. Her preference for boy's trousers had caused some speculation however. Rumours started circulating that she was actually a boy. Her slim form belied her gender, she supposed, having not grown very prominent breasts. Samantha could have lived with the rumours, except for a gang of particularly nasty girls. The nastiest among them, Sarah, had recently taken to following her around at break and lunchtime. Sarah would call her names like "bender", or "perv", and when nobody was looking she would push Samantha, or pull her hair. Sarah's friends were all in on it, and kept spreading new rumours about her. It didn't take long before Samantha had found herself with practically no friends in her classes, and Sarah's gang increased the time they spent with her. Not that she would ever let anyone know how much this hurt. She knew that her refusal to cry or even object only infuriated Sarah more, but it was the only revenge Samantha was going to get for now. But as Samantha made her way to school early one morning, Sarah would step further past Samantha's boundaries than she had ever before. * * * Samantha had only just passed through the school's main entrance, when Sarah started following her again. There was ten minutes until morning register, then two classes of forty-five minutes each, followed by morning break. Samantha would go to the toilet before she left home, but preferred a second go before register if she could. Sarah quickly caught up with her, and started her usual routine. "So, perv, what are you doing today?" Samantha said nothing. "What, nothing? If you did nothing you would be truant or something." Samantha quickened her pace, looking for a teacher before anything happened. Sarah kept following, but as Samantha made to turn towards the reception desk - which had a unisex disabled toilet and a member of staff watching - Sarah grabbed her shoulder. "Since you're clearly not busy, you're coming with me." The pair of them wheeled around, and exited the building through a door opposite the reception. This took them onto a large paved area, often used for lunchtime gathering and sports, that connected the main building to two additional buildings and a large grassy field. Up ahead was one of the additional buildings, filled with workshops, and Sarah dragged Samantha over to it. She quickly shovelled her into a large storage cupboard, filled with bits of wood, metal, and various hand tools. Samantha's heart plummeted as she realised who was in the cupboard with her. The entire gang had showed up: four girls plus Sarah and herself. Two girls took each of Samantha's arms and pinned her to a wall, as Sarah stood in front of her and eyed her suspiciously. "Well. I didn't think it would be this easy!" She started grinning. "Look, it's been fun talking about how you might be a boy, but after all this time I just really want to know..." She slowly unbuttoned the top of Samantha's trousers. "I've just been so curious - you always sit with the girls, go into the girls' room, talk and act like a girl. But you're even more flat-chested than my cousin - he's a boy by the way - and you wear boy's trousers." She unzipped Samantha's trousers pointedly, "and if after all this time you've been lying to us about who you really are, I think we deserve to know!" She yanked Samantha's trousers off, causing them to pool at her ankles. The five girls gawped at her legs, and what was there instead of panties. "Oh my god, what is this? Sammy, is this what I think it is? Oh no! Oh poor you! You can't control your bladder, can you?" The girls started laughing, and one of them poked at her incontinence pad. "Hey, Sarah" chimed another of the girls, "what if she's still a boy? We can't see anything through this." Sarah reached down to the padding, and slowly peeled it away from her body. "Oh. Well that's disappointing. I suppose you were just too scared of us finding out about this to change with us. Well, as a punishment for leading us on like this, I'll be keeping this. And any others you might have with you." One of the girls rifled through Samantha's schoolbag while the others stared at her naked lower half, giggling. Tears brimmed in Samantha's eyes and she tried to cover herself with her now free hands, but the girls pulled her hands away. Before they could get any new ideas, the bell rang, signalling the start of the day. Sarah's girls left quickly, and Samantha dressed herself once more. *** Between the end of register and the start of break there was no real chance to go to the toilet. But neither did Sarah or her friends share the first two classes with her. Samantha drank her supply of water in these lessons out of habit, even though she knew that some liquid would still be filtering into her bladder from breakfast. If she needed to go she would simply ask the teacher and be let out, and with her doctor's note she could even do this just a few minutes before break. She tried to avoid over-using this power though, lest any teacher think she was using it as an excuse to get out of working. The first lesson, maths, passed pretty quickly as it was her strongest subject. She consumed about half of her 500ml water bottle while concentrating hard on her work, and failed to notice the impact this had on her bladder until the class began filing out of the room for the next lesson. She could feel that her bladder was starting to fill, but it was futile to try asking for a toilet break now. The first lesson's teacher might say yes, but then she would have to explain to the next teacher why she missed the start of the lesson (which was always the most important part). Samantha decided to sit through the first part of the next lesson, English, and then ask to leave. She never failed to catch up on work mid-lesson, and would be in the best place to figure out how to avoid Sarah during break. She dutifully marched into class with everyone else, and sat herself at a table at the back of the room. Tables in this room were lined in columns facing the teacher, and this table was on the rightmost column - placed against a wall. She got out her things - notebook and pencilcase - and put them in order. To her mild surprise and annoyance, a boy sat next to her. She had seen him in this class before, but did not even know his name. She never really paid attention to who responded to the start-of-class register. This was going to be slightly inconvenient when she got up to pee, but was otherwise not a problem. Register was called, rolling through the alphabet to "Silvia, Samantha", to which she responded. More names were called out until "Williams, Aden", to which the boy responded. The teacher soon launched into a lecture on grammar, while the class took notes. Samantha absent-mindedly started sipping her water again, making sure that she knew what apostrophes were for. Tongue sticking out her mouth as she quickly wrote in her book, she failed to notice that the boy was taking no notes at all. It was not long before Samantha's need returned to her, all the stronger for having kept drinking. She paused in her notes for a moment and considered whether it was the right time to leave. Break would have to be spent avoiding Sarah, and the lesson after that would be with her. Samantha would be best served peeing as late into the lesson as possible, but her small bladder had a habit of not letting her last as long as she might like. She let another few minutes go by - the teacher now setting the classwork and handing out worksheets - and soon decided. Setting down her pen, and neatly placing it next to the mostly empty water bottle, Samantha made to raise her hand. Halfway through the motion though, a hand grabbed her forearm and pushed it against her side. She struggled against it, and tried to push him away, but Aiden gave her a look of amused interest and put a finger to his mouth. "I knew you didn't know me. I'm Sarah's boyfriend." Samantha felt the same anxious and apprehensive feeling she had felt upon being forced into the cupboard. This was too much for one day. Aiden waited for her to stop struggling, and then continued. "Sarah told me about you, last lesson. I had no idea you were a pants-wetter! I did wonder if you were a boy, too, but now that we know..." He grinned. Samantha's bladder felt uncomfortably full, and her urge to pee met with her embarrassment and impending shame, nearly tearing up her eyes again. "Please let me go, I can't hold it very long" she whispered urgently. Aiden looked very obviously down at her lap, then into her eyes. "You know, the other girls seem to think that tight clothes are sexier, more revealing, but looking at you now I'm not so sure they're right." Samantha looked down at her lap. Her girlish form, now without any padding, was revealed in its soft curvature between her legs. The shape of the boys' trousers, designed for someone bulkier, did nothing to hide it. Her cheeks flushed red, and she moved her book to cover herself - her lack of any underwear gave her the feeling that the boy could see straight through those trousers. "What, wet yourself already?" "N-no." "Well good. Wouldn't want that seat getting wet." Samantha tried to end this conversation by going back to her work. Aiden let her play up the ruse for a while as the teacher started talking again. If she could hold on until break, maybe she could run from Aiden before Sarah came over... She would undoubtedly leak by then. She could already feel her bladder protesting, and there was still twenty minutes to go. She turned to him. "Please let me go. I don't know why Sarah is doing this but it's not right." "Go where?" He said, feigning ignorance. "To... to the toilet" she mumbled in response, looking away as she did. "Oh no, I want to see how this turns out." Aiden then pulled a water bottle out of his bag and set it down next to hers. It was another 500ml bottle, filled to the brim with water. "I always bring two of these so I don't have to refill at lunch, but this is much more fun. Tell you what. If you can drink the entire bottle without losing control and peeing yourself, I will tell Sarah to leave you alone." Samantha's heart beat faster. There was no way that she could do it. Maybe if she drank it quickly and ran straight to the girls' room... But her bladder contracted, and she felt a slight warmth between her lips. She pressed one hand into her crotch as the other tightened its grip on her pen. Her heart fluttered at the feeling. Without her padding she had no safety net, and without it she could feel every facet of her girlhood through the fabric of her trousers. It was an unfamiliar, but weirdly exciting feeling. "Come on, I think we can skip the rest of this class and the next one. That should give us enough time." Aiden raised his hand. The teacher waved at him, and he marched to the front of the class. He whispered something in the teacher's ear, and the teacher nodded. Returning to Samantha, who was now bent forwards slightly and trying to disguise her desperation by resting her left forearm on her lap, and staring into her notebook in a faux reading position. It was not effective - she was practically digging her elbow into her leg as her forearm tensed against the right knee, hand tightened into a fist. "I've told the teacher you're not feeling well. Pack up your things and come with me." *** Aiden led her out of class and down a corridor, turning right at the end, and continuing down another corridor. Samantha's dignity was already lost to Aiden, and she kept squeezing herself every few steps. Aiden soon stopped, and turned left to face a short corridor with one door leading out towards the field, and another into... "Is that the boy's changing room?" "Hell yeah! Best place for us. There won't be anybody in here until after third period. By my count that gives us..." Aiden checked his watch, "an hour and twenty minutes." Samantha gave him a reproachful look as he put a hand on her back and lightly pushed her towards the door. The changing room was hidden from the door opening by a wall, which opened up into a large room full of benches. Most were around the room, but some were placed like dividers to maximise the amount of seating. At the backs of each bench was a metal frame with hooks for bags. Continuing along the wall led to a small restroom, and as Aiden led her into the changing area she could see a row of sinks, a couple of urinals, and a damaged-looking cubicle at the end of the room. Aiden took Samantha's bag, and set both their bags onto one of the benches. He brought out the water bottle again, and offered it to her. The room felt very cold, very real now that they were alone together. Butterflies seemed to flutter in her stomach as she followed Aiden's lead and took the bottle. Her bladder was already full, pee already starting to come out. She squeezed her lips together, reluctantly feeling an almost masturbatory pleasure as she did so. She crossed her legs and leaned back against one of the walls, knees clearing the low bench. The first mouthful of water was not so difficult, but it would hasten her impending accident. She really had no choice. Aiden was much stronger than her, so she had no chance of escaping him. She paused to let the water go down, wishing Aiden would stop staring at her, and hoping she could avoid wetting herself - or at least holding enough in to win the deal. She made to take a second drink, but Aiden stopped her. "Oh no, not so fast." He took the bottle from her. "That's enough for now. I'm not going to make this easy. Sarah really likes playing with you, so I want my time's worth here." He placed a hand on her shoulder, pressing her firmly into the wall, and ran his other hand down her stomach. He stopped as his fingers slid lightly over the area of her bladder, and tapped his fingers onto her. Samantha squirmed under his pressure and nearly squealed as she fought back a dribble of urine that threatened to escape her. Aiden lifted her pressed shirt, and examined the region of her belly. He pressed his fingers in again, as though searching for something. Samantha's bladder hurt, and tried to expel its contents again. She gripped her girlhood with both hands, her own fingers practically crushed between her thighs, and closed her eyes. She could not remember being this desperate to pee. The comfort of her padding always let her leaks go unnoticed, and she could even empty herself into them if she had to. Holding on for this long was something she never normally had to do, least of all with someone watching. "Oh Samantha, I'm not sure you need to go to the toilet at all! I've teased Sarah whenever she really needed to pee, and she was always much more full than this." Samantha quietly squealed in protest as she squirmed, Aiden only removing his hand as she did so. "Please, I really do need to!" "Need to what?" "I need to go to the toilet!" Aiden pressed into her bladder again, saying "clearly not enough." He let go of her, and she bent forwards with the pain. Aiden offered the bottle again. She took a mouthful, and he removed it. He pressed her back against the wall with one hand, and ran that hand up her chest, up her neck, and to her chin. He stared into her pleading eyes as he lifted her chin into a more regal position. He pushed her arms back to her sides, and made her uncross her legs. She immediately pressed her thighs together. Aiden kept her in that position. Samantha stayed in that position, with Aiden eyeing her up, for an uncomfortably long time. She could feel her body attempt to dispense more water into her bladder, but it could take no more. Her bladder contracted, and she clenched her fists and bent her hands back in the only movement Aiden would allow, opening the vulnerability of her wrists as she tried to hold back her urge. It subsided for a moment, and then a moment longer. Aiden took to staring into her eyes again. Another wave of desperation overcame her, and she repeated the movement from before. She could feel her mounting urge right through her urethra, and for a moment it was as though her existence emanated from her girlhood. Unable to take it any longer, she bent forwards and shoved her hands into her crotch, but was unable to stop a sliver of urine spurting out. It formed a rivulet sliding down her right leg, the trousers poorly placed for absorption. A knot formed in her throat and tears welled in her eyes for the second time that day, as shame started to take over. Aiden straightened her up, now not leaning against the wall. Legs straight, separated at the feet by a few inches. Back straight, as though she had no urges at all. Arms at her side once more. Samantha felt like a doll being played with as Aiden's hands made her body his own. Aiden took a picture with his phone before she moved out of position. He now fed her water from the bottle, permitting another mouthful. He wrapped an arm around her comfortingly, and pressed her head into his embrace. "It's okay, you'll be alright. You can keep holding on, just another couple of mouthfuls. Then I'll let you pee." Aiden had to move her hands away from her crotch again, and replaced them with his own hand. His firm press felt comfortable, and reminiscent of her padding. She nearly relaxed into his hand, but stopped herself, pressing her thighs together again, before she broke the deal. She felt his fingers exploring her sex through the fabric of the trousers, rubbing her on either side of her lips, and then between them. It felt intrusive and enjoyable at the same time. His hand moved with surety and comforted her even as he pleasured her. She gave into the sensation, preferable as it was to the ongoing pain and humiliation. He moved faster, in time with her own breathing, now becoming rhythmic. She shut her eyes and leaned back her head in acceptance. Pleasure mounted, but her urge to pee rose again. She placed her hands over his, still locked in embrace, and tensed. Aiden stopped his movements and gripped her tightly, in time to feel a spurt of urine wet the front of her trousers. His firm press helped her hold back until she regained control of herself, and then resumed the movements. Her breathing quickened, and his hand followed suit. She bent forwards as she approached climax. The realisation hit her that her orgasm would crush her bladder, as a wave of pleasure transformed into a wave of desperation and pain as her bladder tried to reject its contents again. Aiden once more pressed into her until she regained control, with only a dribble escaping. More movements, quicker. She tried to calm herself, to resist his masturbation, to protect her aching bladder, but it was no use. Another wave, and another near forfeit. Samantha moaned in (dis)pleasure at the fast approaching conclusion, and Aiden tightened his embrace. She tried to push his hand away from the focus of her pleasure, but found her wrists locked in Aiden's other hand as he stood behind her. She bent forwards, mouthing incoherent protest, and squealed as the orgasm overcame her. The pressure on her poor bladder was unlike anything else. Her legs buckled until she was supported only by Aiden, her weight leaning into his dampening hand. Aiden let her go. She sank to her knees and thrust both hands into her crotch again. She sobbed with pain and shame as a prominent streak of dampness slid down her right leg, almost reaching her knee. Aiden pulled her head back, looked into her tearful face, and thrust the water bottle into her mouth. She began shaking, practically vibrating as she accepted the remaining water. Tears slid down her face, and she massaged the area of her bladder with a damp hand in a futile attempt to console herself. Aiden pulled the bottle away with just a sliver of water left within it. He made her stand up, and turned her to face him. She looked downwards, staring blankly into his chest. He lifted her chin again until she looked into his eyes. They were soft now, almost sympathetic but still with a look of imperiousness. "It's nearly over. You may now pee - not here, but over there." He pointed at the restroom behind her. "If you follow this last instruction, I'll let you drink the last of the water. Then it'll be all over, and Sarah won't be bothering you anymore." "A-alright" she whispered, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of a hand, "what do I have to do?" Aiden walked her into the restroom, and stood her in front of a urinal. Samantha, a hand still gripping herself as tightly as possible, felt a knot in her throat. "I-I can't." She stammered hoarsely, turning her head to look at Aiden. "What do you mean?" "I'm a girl, I can't... I can't use it!" "I thought you needed to pee?" Aiden pushed her a step forward, until she loomed over the urinal as though she was about to use it. Aiden slid his hand between hers and the zipper of her trousers, and unzipped her. He withdrew his hand, and Samantha quickly covered herself with both hands. She began to cry. This was not the tearfulness or minor sobbing of moments ago, but hopeless crying as she felt like she hit a dead end. She lost control of herself, mere inches from a hypothetical relief, urinating into her hands like they counted as a replacement for her padding. Her legs crossed themselves as she urinated, and streaks of dark wetness combined into a soaking of her trouser legs. Pee cascaded through her fingers as her open zipper futilely tried to facilitate peeing into the urinal. Aiden stepped back as she did this, observing her from the side. When it was over, he sighed as the tension in the room lightened. "Close enough I think. Don't worry, you'll not be seeing much of Sarah ever again." ***
  4. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 39

    From the album: Off-Limits!

    C-could it be? This comic's not dead?! Nope! The next five pages of Off-Limits! are now free for the public! Finally! 😆 For anyone who doesn't know, I try to build up decent-sized batches of these before posting them for free. However, I do post them as I complete them for my patrons --- in fact, page 44 is already up! https://www.patreon.com/posts/off-limits-page-71562241 (I also have another comic that's currently in-the-works on Patreon that I plan to post once I get a bit more done.)
  5. From the album: OmutsuSama´s Omorashi/ABDL Art

    I enjoyed a lot desgning these fashion girls, who enjoy wearing moncloer jackets but are not spare of having nasty panty accidents.

    © By OmutsuSama

  6. View File Bully Pees Her Pants Lydia Vengeance is studying for class when Cali Logan, a mega bully, waltz in and slams Lydia’s book shut. She calls Lydia a nerd, and mocks her for even doing her homework. Cali loves to find something to make fun of Lydia for, and today it’s going to be Lydia’s granny panties!! Cali gives Lydia a tight wedgie and proves that Lydia really is wearing a pair of granny panties!! Lydia moans and cries in embarrassment as Cali shows off her granny panties to the whole crows that’s collected to watch in the hallway! The school bell is about to ring so Cali quickly leaves the nerd in her ultimate humiliation. However, Cali was so worried about getting suspended for another tardy that she accidentally left her backpack behind… Lydia searches inside and finds Cali’s ULTIMATE SECRET—Cali wears DIAPERS! Lydia meets Cali back in class, and when Cali tries to show off Lydia’s granny panties—Lydia spins it around and tries to embarrass the class bully by showing off Cali’s hidden diapers!! Lydia gives Cali a nice diaper wedgie! Cali gets so worked up and nervous that she PISSES herself right in the middle of class, right through her diaper and everything!! How humiliated!! Lydia busts out laughing at Cali’s embarrassment! All of the classmates start recording this pee-pee pants moment on their phones! How mortifying! Cali whimpers and cries, but Lydia pulls out a binkie for Cali to suck on… and instead of a Pull Up diaper… Lydia brought along a big, giant, pink adult diaper for Cali! There’s no point in hiding it now, Cali! Submitter melikai Submitted 05/22/2022 Category Female  
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    Lydia Vengeance is studying for class when Cali Logan, a mega bully, waltz in and slams Lydia’s book shut. She calls Lydia a nerd, and mocks her for even doing her homework. Cali loves to find something to make fun of Lydia for, and today it’s going to be Lydia’s granny panties!! Cali gives Lydia a tight wedgie and proves that Lydia really is wearing a pair of granny panties!! Lydia moans and cries in embarrassment as Cali shows off her granny panties to the whole crows that’s collected to watch in the hallway! The school bell is about to ring so Cali quickly leaves the nerd in her ultimate humiliation. However, Cali was so worried about getting suspended for another tardy that she accidentally left her backpack behind… Lydia searches inside and finds Cali’s ULTIMATE SECRET—Cali wears DIAPERS! Lydia meets Cali back in class, and when Cali tries to show off Lydia’s granny panties—Lydia spins it around and tries to embarrass the class bully by showing off Cali’s hidden diapers!! Lydia gives Cali a nice diaper wedgie! Cali gets so worked up and nervous that she PISSES herself right in the middle of class, right through her diaper and everything!! How humiliated!! Lydia busts out laughing at Cali’s embarrassment! All of the classmates start recording this pee-pee pants moment on their phones! How mortifying! Cali whimpers and cries, but Lydia pulls out a binkie for Cali to suck on… and instead of a Pull Up diaper… Lydia brought along a big, giant, pink adult diaper for Cali! There’s no point in hiding it now, Cali!
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  8. nasfan9

    Sado 4d

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    Been wanting to draw a padded Sado getting bullied and then eventually comforted by her favorite big sis!
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    A bicycle gang of school girls pick on another woman or school girl, masturbating her, pissing on her, tearing off her clothing, squirting her with water guns... There is a moderate to low amount of peeing in this, but I thought some of you pervs might enjoy it. Enjoy. Rach
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  10. A little Patented warning: There is some bullying, and it serves as a central point of the story, so if that's a turn off, I understand. However, these is no violence or any physical abuse or anything of the like, as well as no abusive talk or fucked up shit. It's quite tame, but the warning is here in case it deflates your bratwurst. ______________________________________________________________________________________ Lacey Emon, Daughter of Lord Emon, had never seen the inside of a prison. The only thing she knew about them were from the tales her family’s help told her. Based on those she imagined they were squalid, decayed, some place fitting for a pit where the criminals of Willoworth ended up. What she saw as she was guided through the stone corridors towards her cell was much worse - a horrid, grimy pit of a place, with the constant smell of mold and a lingering damp that made the tip of her nose wet. “What’s this one in for” Asked one of the guards in passing, a thick man wrapped up in layers of cloth and metal armour, scratching the stubble of his fat chin. “Another rogue mage - tore a rift open over the marketplace.” The guard leading her replied. “I’m not a rogue mage.” Lacey again tried to inform her, but for the second time today she was ignored. “Please, this is all a misunderst-” “Aye, aye. Let’s get going, criminal.” The guard nudged her shoulder, spurring on down the damp corridors. They passed halls of prisons cells, small chambers of stone barred off by strong steel bars. The torches on the walls burned, creating a hazy mist and a strong smell of burning wood. Through the ooze-filled cracks in the stone, laughter and joy could be heard in the city streets. For Lacey, it was like she had entered a different world, the walls only giving her a taste of the freedom that existed beyond them. “Here we are.” The guard said with a low growl, swinging open a barred steel door, the sound echoing throughout the prison. She put both her hands around Lacey’s shoulders and span her around. She unlocked the shackles around her wrists. They fell from her skinny arms and hit the stone with a metallic clank that echoed through the windward halls. Now that she had been freed from those horrid iron shackles, Lacey turned to guard again and attempted to protest her innocence. “Please, listen to me this time before you throw me in… there.” She waved a hand frantically toward the dark cell, where an unpleasant dripping emerged. “I’m not a rogue mage…” She started, pressing her palms together as if she was in prayer. Before she could speak any words in her defense, the guard showed her blatant lack of interest, scratching her arse with her baton. All this talk of defense seemed to be infuriating her, her face wading through the motions of impatience, her brow furrowed and a frustrated scowl fixed on her fat face. Of course she wouldn’t be believed. No girl who looked as cute and soft-faced as Lacey could convince a guard she was anything but a mage. Her soft, blushing cheeks, sharp diamond eyes and thin, but well-endowed frame spoke out to any commoner that she was either of noble birth… or a mage. And Nobility do not fall through rogue portals. The guard had heard enough and she pushed Lacey into her cell before she could say another word. She slammed the door shut, sliding the steel door along the rail until it rattled the wall. This was it - Lacey Emon, daughter of Lord Emon had been arrested. But being locked behind a steel door wasn’t going to deter Lacey. She was determined to try and tell her story, regardless of who it was she told or how bizarre it sounded. She grabbed the cold steel bars of the door and shook them. “If you’d just listen to me, you’d understand that I’m…” Finally, the guard had enough, growing frustrated and reaching for her baton. She grabbed it by the end she scratched her arse with and twirled around. Before Lacey could even flinch, she struck the steel bars with her baton. CLAAAANG! The bars rattled, shaking everything, even the stone. It was enough to shake the whole prison, but most importantly, it was enough to shut Lacey up. She fell silent the split second she heard that steel shattering clang ring out in her ears. “I’ll hear no more of your protesting, criminal.” The guard hissed, baton clutched firmly in her hand, ready to strike the metal again at a moments notice. There was anger brewing on her freckled face, and Lacey didn’t want to rile her up any more. She backed away slowly, staring into the guards wide, unblinking eyes. Not another word was said, the only sound was the sheepish steps of Lacey’s boots tapping on the stone. She backed up slowly, tiptoeing until she bumped her head against something. It was soft, with a small cleft that her head nearly sank into. It was like she’d hit her head against a pillow. “Well, who have we here?” A girl with a strong northern voice asked with a menacing tone, whispering quietly into Lacey’s ear. Lacey stood frozen in place, her heart pounding fiercely against her chest. Her knees were trembling. Had it suddenly gotten colder? She spun around slowly, coming face to face with the girl who whispered into her ear. At first glance, it was the girls heaving chest that drew her gaze. Only now was it obvious that it was her breasts that she had bumped into. She needed to look up to see the girls face. Her racing heart was beating faster, almost bursting from her chest. She noted the girls height, and how much taller she was - at least a head above her, with strong arms that she kept crossed, holding up her heaving breasts On her face, she wore a long, menacing grin, showing her teeth like a beast ready to devour its prey. Her eyes were hidden behind her fringe, like a curtain of black it was, stopping just on the top of her sharp nose. Her eyes were completely lost beneath her greasy black curtain of hair, which only added to the menacing aura that she presented herself with. The girl leant in, flexing her tremendous height over Lacey. Her nostrils flared up, like a confused creature sniffing at another. “We haven’t been introduced and already you’re trying to cop a feel.” She chuckled, her smile growing, and bit at the air, getting a touch too close. Lacey recoiled backwards once again, this time away from the girl. “That’s your new cellmate, Billie. Do try to behave with her.” The guard told her. “My new cellmate…” The girl’s grin widened again and she stepped forward, offering one hand to Lacey. “There’s no need to shaking, New Blood.” There was a piercing glare beneath that fringe; Lacey could feel it. “So, what’s your name?” With anxiously shivering hands, Lacey reached out and accepted Billie’s handshake. “L-Lacey.” “Billie.” The girl replied, smiling. Her handshake was firm, but friendly. Her smile was warm, even with a head of greasy black hair. But that friendly air the girl shrouded herself in was short-lived. “Now listen here, New Blood.” Billie’s face drained, leaving a stern, breaking stare. She leant in and whispered into Lacey’s ear. “I’m in charge here, what I say goes, is that understood?” Shaking, lacking the courage to muster anything beyond a whimper, Lacey nodded. “Heh…” Billie released her and pushed her backwards before brushing off her jacket. “Good. Stay quiet and we won’t have a problem.” After their less than desirable introduction was done, Lacey climbed up onto the top bunk and sat there quietly, wondering just how she’d gotten into this situation. For the next few hours, Lacey sat in silence, watching the world pass by from the barred window of her cell. Sometimes she’d listen to her cellmate who would be dealing with other inmates and on one occasion a guard who came to the door. She didn’t know what they were up to, and she didn’t care. She followed Billie’s orders to a tee - Staying quiet. Every now and then the guards would come by with water for both girls and Lacey gladly took it. She didn’t know if this was routine or Billie’s doing but again she didn’t care. She was happy to have something to fill her empty gut and she gulped it down gleefully every time it came. Finally, the day had passed. The clock in Willoworth Town Square rang for nine o’clock. Amidst the echoing chimes of the bells, something banged against the bars of the cell. “Alright, come on girls.” It was a guard, a tall, skinny woman with ginger hair wrapped up in a bun, tapping her baton against the steel bars. Billie, who was relaxing on her bed, counting out her earnings from the day, looked up at the guard and huffed with fair relief. “Finally… it’s about time.” She cursed, stifling some discomfort with a tight squeeze of her thighs. “I’ve been bursting for the last hour.” “Well the quicker you get your trousers on, Billie, the sooner we can get going.” The guard ran her baton along the bars again. “You, in the top bunk, get moving.” Lacey peeked over the edge of her bed, unsure what was happening. “Where are we going?” She asked, her voice reduced to a nervous squeak as both the guard and Billie looked up at her. From behind the curtain of her long black hair, Billie glared. She pulled up her trousers, squeezing her plump thighs and round butt into them and buckling up her belt. The whole time she didn’t stop looking at Lacey. “You really are a new blood…” She said quietly, sounding somewhat disappointed. “You didn’t hear? We’re being released.” She told Lacey, perking up with a dumb smile. “R-Really?” Lacey shot up, the excitement causing her skin to prickle. “Pfft!” Billie tried, and failed to stifle her snickering. She chuffed, and finally she couldn’t hold her laughter back, throwing an arm over her face and bursting out laughing. “No, you dolt! She’s taking us to the privy.” Her laughter grew and after a few seconds, Billie froze, her gut-splitting snickers ceasing in an instant. In what seemed like a desperate moment, Billie hobbled on her feet, shaking like her legs could no longer support her. She pressed her thighs together, the fabric of her trousers tightening around her crotch and defining the outlines of her womanhood. “Alright, come on…” She hissed, a crack in her vice. “I’m dying for a slash. Let’s go before I piss myself.” After the horrendous day she’d had, Lacey too welcomed a walk to the privy. Their cell had nowhere to spend a penny, save for a rusty old bucket that Lacey recoiled at when she was first feeling a niggle from her bladder and it seemed this would be her only time to use proper facilities for the day. At least being allowed to use the privy would give her some privacy, as well as some time away from her cell, from the lumpy mattress she’d been sitting on… and from Billie. All she had to pass the time was a glass of water to quietly nurse. When her glass was empty, it was about time for it to be refilled. When it was dinner time, she hardly had the stomach to eat the gruel they prepared for two reasons; one of them being that she didn’t wish to make a sloppy deposit in that filthy bucket in the corner of her cell. Billie happily scarfed down her meal, and Lacey’s, and the only thanks she got was Billie lifting her leg and ripping a fart so loud it rattled the wooden frame of their bunk bed. She wafted the air, giggling to herself like a juvenile and jesting that she was lucky it was a dry fart. It had been a whole day since Lacey had relieved herself; the shock of being locked up was enough to keep her mind off her bladder, but after all of that water, she was eager to sit down and take a pee. She scrambled down from the top bunk, brushed the dust from her dress and followed Billie out of the cell, listening to the steel door of their cell slamming shut behind them. The privy was located at the other end of the prison, and the long walk to it proved to be gruelling. The girls were escorted by two guards who couldn’t care less about Billie hobeling about desperately. They were happy to drag out the walk, and it felt like an eternity. Lacey tread slowly while Billie hobbled along beside her, constantly moaning about how she was about to water her skivvies. Finally, it got to be too much for her and she shoved a hand between her legs, grinning as she fondled her lower lips in an effort to stop her waters from flowing. Lacey however composed herself well in the eyes of company. It was a well-learned trait from her years and years of dealing with the pompous elite that her father associated with. There had been times she felt like she was about to burst, but she’d be made to stand there, legs crossed and her lips quivering until her father was done talking. This situation of secrecy reminded her of a time when she was younger, accompanying her Father to a formal meeting at a friends manor. The only thing Lacey could do while her Father droned on was drink glass after glass of juice until the two litre jug was empty. When she’d emptied the jug at last, she immediately realized that drinking so much was not a good idea. She’d grown desperate, almost bursting, to pee. Two litres of fruit juice had settled comfortably in her bladder and she needed somewhere to let it out. But it was a formal affair, and she knew she couldn’t openly announce that she needed to pee. Had she been familiar with the house, she may have wandered off to the lavatory herself, but she wasn’t, meaning she was forced to keep herself composed like a Lady should despite her growing urges. Her father kept talking, droning on about something or other, while Lacey stood by his side smiling. But beneath her formal attire was a girl squirming, her legs practically wrapped around one another as her bladder pushed against her, demanding relief. She’d lost count of how much time had passed before her Father waved goodbye to this friend and finally he allowed Lacey to be excused for the long carriage ride home. For the gruelling thirty minutes that she’d counted, nobody had been aware that the daughter of Lord Emon was just one misplaced step away from soiling her silken frillies. The carriage ride home took her through an unusually bumpy stretch of muddied roads, and with each bump knocking her bladder, she finally cracked. She couldn’t hold it any longer, each bump was just breaking her will down like a hammer against a wall. She cried to her carriage driver to pull over and without saying a word why, leapt out, sprinting toward a nearby grove, her whole face soaked in sweat, her breathing ragged and heavy as she flung up the hem of her dress and squatted down in a patch of petunias. However, just because she composed herself well, that did not mean Lacey was feeling any differently from Billie. Beneath her long skirt, she was holding back a fierce flood that left her legs trembling. All that water had hit her at once, like a violent wave striking the side of a boat. Finally, they arrived. An old wooden door at the end of the dimly lit hallway awaited them. From where they were standing Lacey could smell the privy and it was far from a bed of roses. She stuck out a tongue in disgust and covered her nose, refusing to pollute her nostrils with another sniff of foul air. That smell alone had her thinking if she really, REALLY needed to relieve herself. Never had she had to use such squalid facilities. A lady, even the bastard of Lord Emon, would not be caught dead submitting her bare arse to such a filthy box with her skirt hiked up and her silky delicates so near a disgusting floor. The thought of using the privy, especially since she hadn’t taken a pee since morning, was a sweet one that had Lacey’s lips curling with glee. In her head, she was envisioning the blissful relief she’d soon be feeling. But on the surface, she kept her expression blank, concealed beneath her auburn hair. Nobody but her needed to know how desperately she needed this. “Oh, finally~” Billie moaned, a crooked smile of pure bliss forming as she laid eyes on the door to the privy. She pushed the guards aside and rushed toward the door with her hands stuffed into the seat of her knickers. “Hey! Come on and get this door unlocked!” She yelled, pulling at the old lock with her free hand. Both guards exchanged frustrated glances and one of them made their way forward. She reached into the pocket of her long blue coat and took out an old rusty key. She began to twirl it, teasing Billie with the sight of it, smirking as she stared, almost hypnotised by it. Lacey waddled up behind them, shuffling uncomfortably as she too felt the growing pressure on her maidenly spout. She so desperately wanted to grab herself just like Billie had, but she couldn’t, she had too much pride for a childish potty dance. “Come on! Come on! Come ooooon!” Billie continued to cry, her face seething with impatience and riving at the locked door with both hands now. Her cheeks were burning a bright red and she held a pained expression on her sharp face, grinding her teeth. “I’m seriously about to go in my skivvies here!” The guard didn’t really care. Slowly, she leant in beside the lock and started fiddling with the ring that her keys were on. She continued to waste time and tease both girls by slowly picking out the right key and then slowly bringing it up to the lock. The keys rattled, clinking against one another, the sounds teasing both Lacey and Billie. They were forced to watch, both girls squirming in agonizing discomfort as the guard moved at her own leisurely pace. Lacey was still the better composed of the duo, and it was glaringly obvious that she didn’t have to pee nearly half as desperately as Billie, who at this point was unbuttoning her trousers to give the bulge of her bladder some breathing room. “Come on! Speed up!” Billie started to yell, her lips quivering as her fingers danced between the fabric of her trousers. “Get this door open or I’m pissing on the floor!” “Try it.” The guard mumbled under her breath. “I fucking will.” Billie hissed back. Ten seconds passed. Ten long, torturous seconds watching the guard raise her key to the lock, pretending to position it correctly, all while taking in a somewhat unethical pleasure in watching the two girls squirm. She turned the key and the lock clicked. The door swung open and beyond it was a sight that both girls savoured with an audible sigh - The privy. “Two minutes. Go.” The guard ordered, pointing to the box at the back of the room. “About time! I’ve got to piss like a racehorse!” Billie cried and pushed Lacey aside, rushing into the privy with ungodly speed. “W-Wait… we only get two minutes?” Lacey inquired, wondering if that was even enough time for them both to relieve themselves. What if they had to poop? Which thankfully wasn’t the case... At least for Lacey, but that didn’t stop her thinking about it. Before the guard could answer, Billie waddled back out, grabbed Lacey’s dress and pulled her into the privy. “G-Get in here.” She hissed through her teeth. The door slammed shut and the guard told them they now had only one minute and fifty seconds remaining. The privy was in a small room, and only after she was pulled into it and with the handle of the door fixed firmly between her buttcheeks, nearly violating her rear hole, did Lacey realize it wasn’t big enough to accommodate both girls. It was uncomfortable, and it was only made worse that she was packed in with a girl twice her size. A girl twice her size who was shuffling around, moaning and struggling to make space for herself so she could get her trousers down. It took Billie a few seconds, and through her struggle to get her knickers down she didn’t stay quiet. She moaned in discomfort and cursed like a sailor who’d stubbed his toe, all while wrestling the tight fabric of her trousers. Finally, she managed to get pull them down, though only an inch, revealing a slither of her buttcrack. She then managed, after banging herself against the wall, to pull them down around her knees. “Oooooh…” She moaned in success, jiggling her legs. This was when Lacey learned that Billie didn’t wear knickers, nor did she care about sharing a privy with company as she bent over, spreading her cheeks and giving Lacey an unflattering close up of her blinking brown eye. Lacey saw Billie’s rear hole give her a solemn wink, and she covered her eyes, hoping that she was quick enough to protect her innocence. She’d never had the… pleasure of seeing another girls butthole, and this wasn’t going to be her first experience. With her trousers wrapped around her knees, Billie spun herself around and hovered herself over the hole cut out on the top of the box. She wiggled her, aiming herself and plopped herself down over it, moaning in bliss as the fat of her buttcheeks sunk into the hole. The second she plopped herself down on the box, the clear sounds of hissing resonated in the small chamber. Lacey felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, and she gulped. That was the unmistakable sound of pissing, and she couldn’t believe she was sharing a privy with another girl while she relieved herself. “Oooooooh~ Ahhhhhh~” Billie moaned, the twisted grimace of pain on her face relaxed until she gave a dumb, relieved grin. “That’s heaven~” She sighed, leaning back and resting herself against the wall, spreading her legs. The feeling of relief was unmatched, unlike anything Billie had ever felt before. She felt her whole body grow numb, her legs growing wobbly like jelly. The relief could be felt right between her legs, from the spout where her water poured out like a bursting dam. A jolt of pure pleasure ran up her back, causing her to shudder. “Uuuu~” She sat, legs spread, revealing her ladyhood and the golden rainfall that fell from the slit between her legs. A few stray drops dribbled from a tuft of her pubic hair. Her stream intensified, a golden rain, long and thick, smattered the inside of the box and splashed her thighs with a strong sprinkling of pee while the rest fell into the murky waters below with quite the audible piddling. It sounded like she’d been holding the entire ocean inside her for the whole day. Billie may have been a tall girl, but even she couldn’t contain much in her bladder. Her stream seemed to never end. In fact, it seemed to grow in intensity, multiple streams sputtering from the pale slit between her thighs. Such delightful sounds. Lacey couldn’t help herself and soon she found herself gawking, watching Billie’s legs tremble gleefully as a shower of steaming piss fell into the darkness below. Pressed against the hole, her looks much pudgier than they really were. She certainly hadn’t been lying - she did have to piss like a racehorse. Like seven racehorses even. The small room resonated with an ever-growing hissing as her piss kept coming, pouring from her maidenly spigot like somebody had left her tap running. Suddenly, with a sharp-toothed grin, Billie clasped her legs shut, the fat of her thighs jiggling softly as she shielded her immodesties from Lacey’s leering eyes. Even when Lacey couldn’t see, she could still hear, listening to the muffled splatters of piss washing wood. It was still quite loud, even when it was muffled by the heft of Billie’s well-endowed thighs. “If you want to keep looking, it’s going to cost you.” Billie swept aside her fringe, showing her emerald eyes for the first time. She glared, her eyes burning as she gazed at Lacey. “I-I’m not.” Muttered Lacey, feeling a burning embarrassment that made her cheeks pink. There was nowhere else to look, but finally she forced herself to look away and up at the ceiling. At least a minute had passed before Billie finally finished. Lacey only knew a minute had passed because she’d been trying to keep count so she could know how much time she would have to pee, but she’d lost count after she started leering between Billie’s legs. The watery sounds of piss spraying against splintered wood came to a grand conclusion after what felt like an eternity to Billie. Now there was only silence, occasionally a dribble or two, and Billie let out a sigh of relief and shuddered, noting that it had been a good, and desperately needed piss. With a dopey grin, she clicked the heels of her boots together and played with a tissue in her hands for a second, much to Lacey’s dismay as each second she fiddled with that tissue was a second she could be using to pee. Billie leant back and gave her dripping wet lips a thorough wipe. “All done.” She said, throwing the damp tissue between her legs to join the rest of her waste. She got up from the privy and bent down to pull her trousers up. Again, she struggled to pull them up, wrestling with them and cursing quietly while her hands pulled at them. While she pulled her trousers up, Lacey looked past her and toward the wooden box. She could see the steam rising where Billie had doused the wooden insides. The smell of fresh piss was quite strong. A prison privy - this kind of foul deed would follow her for the rest of her life. She still flared up a bright red thinking about the petunias she peed on a few summers ago. “I need to go too.” Lacey squeaked and began her grand quest to inch past the girl twice her size. But before she could inch past Billie, a hand came toward her, barely missing her. The entire room shook. A fist struck the stone wall inches away from her face, hitting it with enough strength to leave a mark. Lacey leapt back, and the shock of almost being socked by a mighty fist caused a tremble in her bladder that was nearly enough for her to leak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Billie growled in a low, deep voice. Lacey felt her heart pounding against her chest, pure fear was dominating her body. “I… I’m using the privy.” She squeaked through a fearfully formed lump in her throat. That didn’t seem a convincing answer to Billie, who's dumb grin shifted into some far more malevolent, like a creature changing faces she drew a nefarious gaze. “I don’t believe I said you were allowed to use it.” Her smile had grown sinister, as if the devil himself were grinning. “Around here, if you want to piss, there’s a toll to pay.” “W-What toll?” Lacey stammered, struggling to remember a single utterance of a toll. “Y-You didn’t m-mention a toll.” Her legs were trembling, and she grew cold. “Didn’t I say earlier that I was in charge around here? If I say there’s a toll…” Billie paused, brushing aside her fringe and showing her glaring eyes. “There’s a toll. And it’s five silver.” “F-Five silver? To use the privy?” Lacey blurted out, struggling to keep her voice down. She’d never heard such a ridiculous thing in her life. But conversation wouldn’t suffice for Billie, who unfurled her free hand while the other continued to block off Lacey from getting to the privy. “Five silver.” She repeated. Lacey felt an unpleasant wince from her bladder that rocked her whole body. Perhaps it was from the stress of this torrid situation. She doubled over, pressing her hand against her dress and whimpered softly. This was teasing, more so than her bulging bladder could bear right now - the privy was inches from her and she found herself being barred from using it by a girl twice her size who demanded payment like some kind of Slumlord. “I… I don’t have five silver.” Lacey admitted through the weakest of whimpers. Suddenly, a horrendous shudder had her whole body shivering. Lacey bit her lip, her bladder trembling. Sweet relief was an inch away, and it was driving her crazy. She was itching, more than anything, to get her butt seated over that hole and just release, letting it all flow out of her. But it wasn’t meant to be, not while Billie was between her and the privy. Billie’s grin faded and she tilted her head, staring longingly toward Lacey like she was disappointed. “No silver. No privy.” She said with a solemn shrug of her shoulders. There wasn’t even the tiniest crumb of care for her cellmate, who stood doubled, pressing her hands deeper against the crotch of her skirt. “You can’t c-charge someone to pee!” Lacey continued to protest, knowing she was just wasting her time. “Oh, I can.” Billie said menacingly, leaning in, her warm breath heaving on Lacey’s neck. Her grin grew and she again uncovered her eyes. “Or else… this happens.” “What happens?” Lacey feared to ask, but she inquired anyway, her voice trembling as she feared the unexpected. There was silence, and a few seconds passed. Suddenly, there was a knock against the door, a loud banging that ruptured the steel. “Okay girls! Your two minutes are up! Let’s go!” It was only the guard, who continued to pommel the door and demand that the girls button up their kegs and leave the privy. To hear it was only the guard was relief to Lacey, who took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The way Billie had spoken, she feared it was something far more sinister. The guard struck the door again. “Come on! Knickers up girls!” “Time’s up.” Billie giggled. She was right, and Lacey hated that she was right - Time was up. Lacey could only gulp, her face drawing a pale colour as the guard continued to bang on the door. This wasn’t fair, not in the slightest - she hadn’t even gotten to pee yet. She was still dying to go, her bladder unrelieved, but she knew the guards wouldn’t care. The guard kept banging, and banging, and banging. She had no choice but to come out, leaving behind the privy. The thought of having to leave the privy unrelieved did nothing but conjure up an undesirable feeling of fullness that caused the watery contents of her bladder to push down on her poor spout. Billie swept aside her fringe, and with a teasing smile gestured to the door with her eyes. “Better not keep her waiting. You don’t want yard duty.” Both girls, though it was only Billie who’d taken a piss, were done. Lacey left first, waddling out, struggling to keep her composure from cracking beneath heavy desperation. She tried to stand up straight, hiding her urge for a pee from the guards. Beneath her dress, her thighs were shaking, beads of sweat trickling down her bare legs. Her whole body had seized up, the pressure on her muscles was too much and she struggled to hold it. She could feel the sheer volume of her bladder pushing down against her maidenly spout, the only thing stopping a leak was willpower. She had no choice but to endure it. For now, she clenched any muscles she could, making sure her whole body was seized up. She felt the unpleasant twitches of her anus as she clenched. The guards were waiting, and the ginger haired warden looked her in the eyes, glaring with some uncertainty. “Done?” She asked. She wasn’t, but she couldn’t say anything. She knew they wouldn’t care. What was it to them that one of the prisoners didn’t drop her knickers and piss within their arbitrary time limit? “D-Done.” Lacey answered with a strained voice, gritting her teeth as she spoke. “And Billie?” The other guard, tapping her fingers against her baton. Before Lacey could answer, the privy door swung open and Billie emerged, buttoning up her trousers and meeting the guards with a shining smile, her eyes once again hidden beneath her fringe. “Right here.” She replied cheerily, stretching out her arms. “Well that was certainly refreshing, nothing better than a good piss before bed.” “You’re all done then, Billie?” The guard asked again. “Yep. Tank’s empty and I’m ready for bed.” She patted her pudgy tummy and sighed. “You too?” The guard raised her baton in Lacey’s direction. Again, before Lacey could reply, she was interrupted as Billie wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled Lacey close, bringing her face delightfully close to her heaving chest. “She’d done too.” She pet Lacey’s stomach, causing her bladder to twinge and Lacey to whimper quietly. The guards didn’t seem to notice the discomfort she was in and they walked the girls back to their cell. Again, they were led with one guard in front and the other behind. As they walked past the courtyard, Billie walked up beside Lacey and whispered in her ear. “No need to worry. They’ll be back to take us to the privy… in the morning.” She cackled mockingly and patted Lacey on the back, again stirring her bladder, stirring violent discomfort between her legs. “In the morning…” Lacey whimpered, the very thought of enduring a whole night was enough to make her spigot quiver feverishly. A whole night lying in bed, restrained to her cell, denied the relief her bladder so sorely needed. They returned to their cell, the guards slammed the door shut and left the girls to their beds. Billie threw off her trousers, kicked them across the room, once again showing off her long soft legs and jumped onto her bed. She lifted her legs up, again giving Lacey an unflattering view of wincing hole, and turned on her side. “Have a fun sleep, and make sure you don’t piss the bed.” She cackled. Lacey ignored her, though she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t wet the bed, not right now. But she didn’t want to think about it. She climbed up the ladder to her bed and lay down on the lumpy mattress. Without anybody to see, Lacey finally lifted her dress and lay there with her hands sandwiched between her thighs, holding herself. At night the city was quiet. Unnervingly so. Nothing could be heard but the cawing of the crows in a nearby belltower. The streets were still, the only motion came from the flickers of the flames in the lanterns, and the buildings were dark, their curtains pulled over and the lights out for the night. There was nothing for a girl to do but be deep within her own thoughts. Unfortunately for Lacey, who lay there with her hands still sandwiched between her thighs, her fingers and palms hot and clammy with sweat, she struggled to find anything pleasant in her thoughts. Her mind was firmly fixed on one thing and anything she thought of brought her back to one thing - the dam that was about to burst in her knickers. Thoughts of the pleasant countryside beside her family home became nothing more than thoughts of the long, stretching grass, the precious privacy they offered, perfect for a desperate girl to hike up her dress and squat down in. She recoiled at the thoughts in her head, wrapped up thinking about herself squatting down in a tall patch of grass, the wind blowing against her nethers as she took a long, relieving pee outdoors. Thoughts of her days to the market with the maids quickly delved down into visions of herself crouched behind one of the old buildings, marking the old stone wall with a nice, hot stream of piss in the cold winter air. It was all too much; for both Lacey and her bladder to bear. Eventually, she stopped thinking. She lay awake, staring up at the stone ceiling of her cell. Beneath her in the bottom bunk, Billie was fast asleep. Even if she wasn’t plagued by the bursting keg that was her bladder, Lacey felt she would’ve found it difficult with that “creature” sleeping in the bottom bunk. She snored like a beast possessed, growling and sometimes snarling in her sleep and that still was not the worst of it; Every now and then she’d grunt and rip a fart so violent it would rattle their bed and once she was done she’d sigh happily and start snoring once more. And then, Lacey started thinking once again. Billie - she was in this situation because of Billie. What she wouldn’t give to have shown some bravery earlier, some balls, to have pushed that brutish bully aside, telling her to stuff that toll where the sun don’t shine, and sat down on the privy to a long-awaited pee without listening to a single word of that toll nonsense. But she wasn’t that kind of girl. She was nothing like her siblings; she couldn’t handle confrontation, she never showed the courage or resolve they did. If it had been either of them, they would have thrown Billie out of that privy with her trousers still wrapped around her ankles. Once again, perhaps for the fifth time tonight, Lacey felt the weight in her bladder pushing down on her maidenhood. She bit down on her lower lip, cringing at the overwhelming discomfort. It was closer to pain than anything she’d felt tonight. She had to do something, she could feel her spigot twitching, growing closer to a relieving leak. In silence, she lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her hand, pulling aside the silk of her knickers and slipping the tips of her fingers between her lower lips, feeling the clammy heat against them. With a soft whimper as she entered herself, she pressed her fingers against the soft pink of her maidenly spigot and pushed them against herself. It offered her some relief, but it wasn’t enough. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hands between them. Her legs were hot, the feeling of sweaty fat wet against her wrists. There was no way Lacey could do this all night - writhing in her bed with her fingers pressed between her lower lips, fingering her maidenly spigot. It burned, she could feel the weight of the water in her bladder pushing down on maidenhood again. She grimaced, letting out a soft moan as a strong wave swept over her whole body, causing her to press the palm of her hand against herself. “Uuuu…” She whimpered, shuddered like she was cold, and turned on her back. It was getting worse. She was fighting a war against herself, and the pushes were getting worse. The waves of desperate that sent her into feverish fits were close to breaking her. Her bladder was begging for relief, and she was only one bad shiver away from leaking. At best, Lacey imagined she could only last another half hour or so, and that’s being generous. She could feel it between the soft shivers of her clammy thighs; all it would take was a wave strong enough and her whole body would cave, her muscles would give in to the temptation of sweet watery relief and she’d soil herself. There was no choice: If she wouldn’t be allowed to use the privy until morning, then she’d have to find… other methods of relieving herself. Thankfully, there was one solution that Lacey had been eyeing up for a while, though she detested the idea - An old rusted bucket in the middle of her cell. She rolled over onto her side and gazed at the bucket, staring at the splintered wood in the moonlight. It was a sight as tempting as any, one that made Lacey’s lip quiver as it conjured thoughts of sweet relief. “That’s w-what it’s there for… r-right?” She told herself. Never in her life had she used a bucket as a lavatory, and up until now, right when she was on the verge of yellowing her pristine silken knickers, she’d never entertained the idea. They weren’t acceptable vessels for a lady to tinkle in, but desperate times called for desperate measures and as she felt an impatient twinge between her legs, Lacey knew this was as desperate a time as any. “I’m going to do it…” She whispered, steeling herself from the shame of what was to come. After taking a deep breath, she threw aside her sheets and shifted slowly across her bed and toward the ladder. She climbed down, one hand on the ladder and the other between her legs, plugging her spigot. The snoring beast did not stir in the bed beneath her. Billie lay unconscious, her blanket thrown aside, draped on the floor, revealing her naked legs glimmering in the moonlight. It appears she didn’t enjoy sleeping with her knickers on either, the only covering she had between her legs was the hem of her long white tunic and even then Lacey could still see tufts of black pubic hair above her slit. It seems didn’t enjoy shaving either. Lacey slowly placed a foot on the floor, and immediately recoiled in surprise as her bare feet met with stone as cold as ice. “Eep.” She cried out, suppressing it by covering her mouth. Still, Billie didn’t budge at the sound. She groaned, her lips twitching, and rolled on her side. She reached behind her and stuck a hand between her round, pudgy cheeks. She started to scratch her arse, digging her fingers deeper between her cheeks and giving her hole a good scratch. Her dumb grin returned as her fingers seemed to go deeper than Lacey cared to think about. While Billie scratched her arse, Lacey stood in the shadows, waiting for her to stop. She’d stopped moving, freezing in place the second she’d heard Billie stirring. “Oooh…” Billie sighed, pulling her hand out from between her cheeks and rolling over onto her other side, now exposing her pale arse to the moonlight. “Okay.” Lacey sighed, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from her forehead. “Uuu… I really need to pee.” She whimpered, her clammy thighs quivering, struggling to support her weight. She stared at the bucket across the room, grinning as she fantasized about the relief she was about to experience. Just a few steps and she could pee to her heart’s content. However, upon taking her first step, she felt something grab her wrist. She had no idea what it was, and the only response Lacey could muster was to leap up in fright. It took all of her strength, both mentally and physically to stop a fearful leak from escaping. She yelped, her whole going cold. Once again she stood frozen in fear, the only part of her that moved during this frightful ordeal were her lower lips, quivering as they longed for that first taste of relief. “Where are you off too?” It was Billie, and she didn’t sound too happy. Like a rat caught in a trap, Lacey didn’t move. She remained silent, refusing to make any sound even as Billie tightened her grip around her delicate wrist. The only response Lacey could muster was to bite her lip. Fear was causing her to struggle, wrapping her tongue up in knots like a ripe. She couldn’t speak a word. “Out with it!” Billie yelled, tightening her grip around Lacey’s wrist. “I… I need to relieve myself…” Lacey finally mustered the courage to speak, though she was timid like a mouse. “Is that so?” Billie relinquished her grip on Lacey’s wrist and pushed her back. Judging by how she spoke, Lacey could tell she was grinning, and not in a friendly way. “Well, we’re not allowed to use the privy until morning, so where are you going to do it?” “I…” Lacey smacked her lips, feeling her mouth go dry. “I… was going to go in the… in the bucket.” Never had any words sounded so shameful - A Lady, a Noble, a child of Lord Emon and she was forced to admit to a commoner that she intended to take a pee into a rusty old bucket. The very instant she heard Lacey say the word bucket, Billie’s grin grew from ear to ear, the moonlight adding a sinister air to her smile. It harboured intentions that Lacey couldn’t even begin to imagine. “That bucket over there?” Bille said, pointing a finger toward the bucket. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite fond of that bucket. It means quite a lot to me.” “I… what?” Lacey had no idea how to reply. What kind of person was sentimental for a rancid old piss bucket? What kind of nut job had she been locked up with. “But I suppose if you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go. You’re more than welcome to use it.” She grabbed Lacey’s arm again and this time pulled herself toward her. “For three silver.” “E-Excuse me?” Lacey again was lost for words, but deep down she knew she should’ve expected this. This wasn’t the first time Billie had tried to get money out of her. Still, even when she heard it the second time, that did not stop it from sounding as absurd as hearing it for the first time. “You heard me.” Billie giggled. “The bucket costs three silver.” “That’s ridiculous!” Lacey blurted out. “That’s as ridiculous as charging me five silver to use the lavatory! I’m not paying that!” For once, Lacey stood up for herself and refused to listen to another word. She stormed off toward the bucket, her hand fiddling beneath her dress to get her knickers down. However, she only made it a few more steps before she was again interrupted. A tall shadow cast itself over her. When she turned around, she saw Billie sitting up on her bed, her smirk fading. Even she was sitting down she looked tall, and without pants and the majesty of her untrimmed bush on view, she was still a terrifying presence. “Three silver.” She repeated, baring her teeth like a snarling beast. “Take it or leave it.” “I don’t even have three silver!” Lacey huffed. “How on earth would I even get three silver in here? They took my purse when I was arrested.” With a lewd grin, Billie gave her slit a gentle pat. “That’s not my problem.” She giggled. “When you’ve got silver we can do business… well, you can do your business.” She lay back down in her bed and turned on her side. “Until then… you can talk to my arse.” No, this time Lacey wasn’t going to let herself be bullied by this brute of a girl. She’d already let herself get into this horrible situation and she wouldn’t stand for it any longer. She was dying for a pee and nothing was going to stop her from using that bucket. With a stalwart gaze on her face, Lacey sucked up any fear she had left in her and charged onward toward the bucket. “Well… y-you can’t stop me.” Lacey said, holding her head up high. Maybe it was just from being so desperate, but she was going to let nothing stop her. She would pee! The bed frame moaned, creaking under Billie’s weight as she once again sat up. “What was that?” Her voice was cold, like a deadly beast had been awakened from its slumber. That cold, merciless voice was enough to cause Lacey to freeze. The Noble stood, feet rooted to the ground by fear alone. She trembled, a fearful shiver running up her body. She was almost certain she felt a leak escape. “Hehe…” She giggled nervously, the colour draining from her face. “I said,,, y-you can stop me, and I’ll just be going back to bed.” Lacey’s attempt at bravery though valiant, had failed spectacularly, and with quivering lips and a bulging bladder unrelieved, Lacey dragged herself back to bed. Denied the use of the bucket, Lacey waddled back to bed, doing her best to conceal how desperately she needed to go. She may have failed at being brave, but that didn’t mean she was going to give Billie the satisfaction of seeing her break under her stupid rules. It was a struggle, a truly monumental struggle for the Noble. She kept her thighs squeezed tightly together, letting her clammy legs rub against each other. It caused her to walk awkwardly, like her feet were weighed down. Each step she took was a violent knock against her full bladder, giving her a cruel reminder of how full she truly was. She could feel a small bulge protruding from her lower tummy. It was hard like a rock. Her bladder couldn’t hold anymore, she was right at her limit and she had to let it out. Somewhere. If she couldn’t do something soon, within the next few minutes at the most, she knew how this would end - with a sopping wet pair of knickers. She climbed back to the top bunk, taking a moment to push herself against the ladder as a powerful wave against rocked her whole body. The only relief she got from the cry of her bladder was the pressure as she pushed the rungs of the ladder between her legs. Once she was back in bed, Lacey lay down on her side, fearful of the pain she’d feel if she dared to lie down on her tummy. Between her legs the urges welled like a powerful storm. A strong, watery wave rocked her little boat. Again, she crossed her legs and pressed her fingers up against her spigot, plugging her maidenly spout. She ground her teeth until the discomfort passed. She tried to think of a solution, something she could do to appease Billie. There had to be something she could do to forgo paying her stupid toll. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, lying in deep thought for a short while. All day Lacey watched Billie dealing with people, though she kept it to herself. All she knew was that Billie was selling things and once the day was over, she happily counted out the silver she’d made. Suddenly, Lacey had an idea. Maybe that was it - If Billie fancied herself a “merchant” then perhaps she’d be open to some light bartering. Being the daughter of a Lord, Lacey had plenty to trade; even her skivvies though soaked through with sweat, were worth more than a measly three silver. She turned on her side and gently inched herself to the edge of the bed. “What if we traded?” She asked, her voice frail and soft now that she was at her limit. “What if we did?” Billie replied with a clear tone of disinterest. Lacey was struggling to talk already. Every ounce of strength she had left was focused between her legs, clamping off her quivering dam and keeping water where it belonged. She couldn’t even argue. All she could do was hit and hope, praying that Billie would want something in exchange for letting her pee in the bucket. “My boots… Dragon Leather - that’s worth way more than three silver.” She whimpered, grimacing as she heard the desperation in her own voice. “Dragon Leather?” As from a dragon?” Billie inquired, now sounding somewhat interested. “Y-Yes.” Lacey whimpered, biting down on her lip. “They’re yours if I can u-use the bucket.” There was a moment of silence, one that lasted longer than Lacey would’ve liked. “Yeah right.” Billie scoffed. “Do you think I’m that gullible?” She lifted a leg and ripped a bed-rattling fart. “That’s all I’ll offer you for your “Dragon Leather” Take it or leave it.” “Ooh…” Lacey whimpered, defeated. If she wanted to appease Billie, she’d have to bring something better than her boots, and there was still something that she had to trade. The very thought made her blush, and if she wasn’t on the brink of pissing herself she wouldn’t have considered it. “Well… w-what about… my k-knickers? R-Real Veruvan silk.” “Your skivvies?” Billie said with a cackle. “Actually…” She went quiet for a second, obviously absorbed in thought. “Tell you what, I’ll buy your skivvies off you. If you piss in them.” “W-What!?” Lacey nearly screamed. There were no words to describe how she felt hearing something so vulgar; her cheeks flared up red and suddenly she felt faint. “If I piss myself!?” “Yep.” Answered Billie. “There’s quite a few people who’d pay a fortune for a pair of soiled skivvies.” Lacey didn’t need any longer than a second to give her answer. “I’m not going to sell my soiled underwear to you!” She yelled. “That’s a shame.” Billie yawned and the frame of the bed creaked. “You know, with all this talk of pissing, it’s making me need to go.” She stood up from the bed, scratching her arse sleepily. She strolled across the cell, toward the bucket and kicked it into the moonlight. She stepped into the light, making sure Lacey could see her. Only her chest was covered, and in the silvery light her arse glimmered, as did her strong legs and bare feet. At first, Lacey hadn’t noticed that Billie had quite the legs on her, though the only time she had seen them was when Billie was seated on the privy. Her legs were strong, but slender, growing slightly plumper around her thighs and butt, drawing attention to her rear. When she turned around, Lacey could again see Billie’s maidenhood, her lower lips clearly visible beneath the hem of her tunic, surrounded by a forest of pubic hair. Billie hovered over the bucket, wiggling her plump backside over it, savouring the next few seconds. She lowered herself down and plopped herself down atop it, the fat of her thighs slowly sinking into the aged wood as she shuffled her butt to get comfortable. Then, the faintest sound of tinkling resonated between her legs “Ahh~” She sighed. She lifted her head back, sighed, and played with her hair as she did her business in the bucket. She bit down on her lip and strained, the trickling between her legs intensified, growing heavier, like a heaving downpour she pissed a mighty stream against the wood of the bucket. “Ooooh~” She sighed again, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on her hands. Lacey gulped, the sounds proving stressful on her poor bulging bladder, cutting right through her. As Billie’s water splattered noisily against the bucket, the sound resonating loudly through their cell, Lacey seized up; she wrapped herself up, almost curling into a ball and lay with her knees pressed right up against her face. She let out the weakest whimper and squeezed her legs as tightly as she could, crushing her hands between the clammy fat of her thighs once more. It was such a tantalizing symphony of sounds. It sounded like Billie was enjoying herself. Lacey could bear listening any longer. She buried her head into her pillow, muffling the watery splatters raining from Billie’s spigot. Her whole body was stirring, writhing, wriggling, all under the sheets of her bed as she forced to listen. A few seconds passed, though to Lacey it felt like an eternity. Time seemed infinite, like she was to be locked in this position - curled up in a ball, shivering, her fingers digging between her lower lips. Billie filled the first few inches of the bucket, the sound of piss pattering against the wood turned to a light splashing as her stream was now striking the fresh puddle she had produced. “Ahh~” She let out a hearty sigh, shifting herself on the bucket and spreading her legs. She lifted herself up, half-squatting over the bucket to allow Lacey a teasing glance of her stream in the moonlight, letting her witness that which she so desperately desired. The sounds Billie made - the sweet sighs of relief, the heavy splattering of piss against wood, it weighed down on Lacey, breaking down not just her bladder, but her whole being like a hammer against the most feeble of stone. She turned to face the wall and pressed the pillow over her ears until she could hear nothing. What Lacey wouldn’t have given for Billie to just disappear. If she did, then she’d be free to hike up her dress, kick down her knickers and plop her butt atop that filthy bucket for a good, long, unending piss. She was spurred on by teasing thoughts until she could envision it, her maidenhood quivering feverishly at the thought. She was pushed to the brink of soiling herself, the thought growing ever more tempting just so she could savour the delicious relief after being forced to hold it for so long. And then, under pressure, Lacey did something she’d never done before. Against the watery noises of Billie pissing, she blurted out the words without first thinking. “I’m Lord Emons bastard!” She said, clear as day, her cheeks burning and her heart racing a mile a minute. She was sworn to never reveal she was a bastard, and she’d never admitted it before, let alone to some peasant perched atop a bucket taking a piss. Billie heard her, and she went into a position of deep thought. She sat on the bucket, the sound of piss quietly tinkling beneath her and rested her head in her hands. “Good to know, but what’s that got to do with anything?” She shrugged her shoulders without an ounce of interest. “It means that I can pay you handsomely - Whatever you want! Gold? Gems? A pardon? Name it and you can have it… if I can use the bucket.” “If you can give me a pardon, why are you still here?” She leant forward, now resting her hands against her bare knees and sitting with her legs crooked. “Surely the daughter of a Lord wouldn’t be spending the night in jail?” “She’s smarter than she seems.” Lacey muttered to herself. She knew she couldn’t say anymore about what had happened. “It’s… complicated.” She replied. “Uh-huh.” Billie shook her head, completely unconvinced. “Well none of what you’re offering me does much when I’m in prison, does it?” There was a quiet sound like cloth being torn. “You’re promising me a pardon while you’re still locked up?” She chuckled. “Even better you’d sooner give me a pardon than three measly silver?” “I’m promising you a lot… more than three silver.” The burning between her legs intensified to the point Lacey was forced to press herself against the mattress, crushing her hands between herself and the mattress. “But you… only get it… if… if I can use the bucket.” Billie stood up, spread her legs, and wiped the dribbles from between her legs, thoroughly wiping as if she was caressing herself. “Oooh… nothing better than a good piss, right?” She said with a feigned moan, her only intent being to tease Lacey. “Just sitting down and letting it all pour out of you. It’s so refreshing.” She raised her arms and stretched. “I really needed that.” Her teasing continued to strike at Lacey, digging right down to her core. Billie was right - there was nothing better than a good piss. It caused Lacey to think only of the intense pressure pushing against her spigot, the shivers around her lower half as her muscles grew weak, and worst of all, the hot spurt that she had accidentally let leak into her knickers. “Are you even listening to me?” Lacey hissed, the desperation burning through her. Her Cellmate clearly wasn’t. Billie stood for a moment, scratching her maidenhood and sighed once more. She said nothing, slowly lifted the bucket so the sloshing of its contents could be heard quite clearly, and made her way to the barred window at the corner of their cell. “Hey!” Lacey continued to try and get her attention. Billie continued to ignore her and emptied the bucket out of the window. Her piss rained down onto the streets below, hitting with the stone with a mighty splash. That big watery splash wasn’t even the worst part for poor Lacey, who fixed solely on the sound of dripping as a tiny puddle dribbled from the window and down onto the floor of the cell. Drip! Drip! Drip! It fell slowly, in a rhythm, every few seconds. Drip! Drip! Drip! Relieved, Billie strolled back to her bed, patting her tummy. “Not to worry, you’ve got a couple of hours until morning, so either pay the toll or try to hold it until then.” “Ahh~” Lacey squeaked, her whole body trembling at the thought of waiting even a few more minutes, let alone a few hours. And then, it happened again. Lacey felt her lower lips twinge and then suddenly she felt her fingers growing warm and wet. Her eyes widened in fear, but this time she did nothing to stop it, letting it happen. Slowly, it trickled down fingers, along her palm and fell onto the lightly soaked silk of her knickers. She’d leaked again, this time there was more, covering her whole hand. She couldn’t even feel ashamed about it; the relief was just too good, enough that covered her face with her pillow and moaned quietly into it, hiding her relieved cries. “Oh, silly me, forgot to do something.” Billie sighed and got up from her bed once again. Something rattled and then Lacey heard a metallic clink. She opened her eyes and against the stone wall, she saw a shadow, something small and square, dangling from the ceiling. Hey eyes widened, the sight of that swaying object made her spigot wince once more, and again another spurt escaped, dousing her fingers with a fresh dribble of warm piss. “Uuu…” Lacey moaned, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs feebly, without any more strength. It was the bucket; Billie had hung up the bucket from an old lantern hook on the ceiling. It was up high, at a height that only Billie could reach. There was no way Lacey would reach it, even on her tiptoes. That was it, that was the sign that she may as well give up. “Well good night.” Billie said with a feigned tone of kindness. As soon as Billie fell back to sleep, Lacey let out a soft whimper. She writhed around in total agony, whimpering. Her lips quivered and she could only quell it by biting down on her lower lip. Between her sweaty, squirming thighs, her damp fingers wriggled deep between her lips, pressed against her dripping wet spigot. She fingered her soft spot with as many fingers as she could, using whatever strength she had to keep another spurt from spilling into her knickers. She could still the last two soaking into the silk of her knickers, giving her lower lips a soft, wet kiss. The next leak would be more than a leak. Lacey could feel it. The next one would be her undoing, the turning of the tap that lets the water run free. She pushed her fingers deeper, right to the tip of her spigot, until they could go no further. She could feel that final leak coming. This was it. She could feel it as her bladder twinged. Her whole body was growing weak and at last she had no more strength to stop it, all of her willpower too had been extinguished. She was going to wet herself, a grown girl, a Lady of Lord Emon’s court and she was about to piss the bed like a little girl. All there was left to do before the inevitable soiling was to bury her head deep in the rough fabric of her pillow, hiding herself within the darkness. Lacey pushed her face into the pillow; she didn’t want to see the world while she was doing it. A tear ran down her cheek and soaked into the pillow; she squeezed herself tighter and continued to finger her soft spot, readying herself as she could feel a wave as strong as the sea rocking her little boat. And then, with a trembling tongue, and her whole body on the brink of collapse, Lacey lifted her head from the pillow and let out the weakest whimper. “P-Please… l-let me use the bucket.” She begged to Billie, her voice going soft like a child. “I… I need to go. I’ll do anything… just let me p-pee… p-please.” Never had she begged, but right now at the brink of pissing herself, she felt helpless enough to try. What did she have to lose? Even when her Cellmate tried to shake three silver out of her and then taken delight in teasing her and her bladder, Lacey continued to believe she could fracture this girls icy heart. There was silence in the chamber, the only sounds came from the bed frame creaking as Lacey danced in desperation. Finally, Billie sighed. “Okay… I’ll give you a freebie.” She said, her voice low and with a hint of regret. “It’s one use only, understood? Make the most of it because your next piss is going to cost you.” Billie stood up and walked across the cell, a hefty shadow strolling the dark. She walked toward the bucket, reached up and lifted it down from the lantern hook, chucking it to the floor. “There. Now make it quick.” She gestured to the bucket, now sitting freely on the floor. Without time to say anything, Lacey seized this moment of kindness. She kicked aside her blanket and wormed her way along her, slid down the ladders and ran toward the centre of the room. The sight of that little wooden bucket sitting in the moonlight was too much for her bladder to handle. She was weak at the knees, her whole body shivering like she had a fever, and her mind was clouded by nothing more than thoughts of sweet relief in that puny wooden bucket. The thoughts too proved to be too much for her toppling bladder, and Lacey leaked again. It was the biggest leak, like a flood, bursting from between her legs and dousing her fingers until they were soaking wet. It poured down her hands and soaked into the seat of her knickers. “Uuu… just another second…” She cried, begging her bladder to contain itself just a little longer. It was impossible, she felt another leak, larger than the last, and then another. Her hands grew wet and warm, as did her knickers, soaking through with a growing stain of hot piss. Lacey no longer cared about her dignity. She no longer cared about looking like a lady, nor did she care about composing herself in the presence of rabble. Right now, all she cared about was getting herself down over that bucket and relieving herself so she could once again know the blissful feeling of emptiness. She’s never been so excited to see rusted steel and splintered wood before. Under the moons silvery light, Lacey hiked up her skirt, flashing Billie a sight of her stained, silky frillies. She could only use one hand, the other was still thrust between her legs, giving her quite the bulge beneath her knickers. She didn’t care if Billie saw them, even as she made a lewd comment about how cute they were. She threw her skirt up and grabbed the hem with her mouth, biting down on it to keep it from floating back down. With feverish fingers she tried to pull down her knickers, struggling to move them as she fought against the shivers that made her thighs jitter. There was another leak, and Lacey was powerless. Completely powerless. The seat of her knickers were now soaked completely through, staining the soft white a warm yellow. She could feel it, the warm, wet embrace of the damp patch clinging to her thighs, making it even more of a struggle to remove them. It was the closest that Lacey had ever gotten to a real fight - a fight that had to be fought with sweaty palms and her nether regions as hot and clammy as a warm summer day. But that wasn’t going to stop her. Finally, after struggling, she managed to hook her fingers beneath the silk clinging to nethers and yanked them, grimacing as the dampness rolled down her legs. “Oh… Ooh…” She whimpered with a faint cry of success. The sight of her soaking silk knickers hung around her knees was enough for her bladder. All that mattered to her was that her knickers were off. Lacey paused for a moment, feeling her whole body grow weak. At last, it all came flooding down like a bursting dam. She felt everything in her bladder descend, rushing toward her maidenly spigot. “Ahh… It’s c-coming out!” She cried, cheeks flaring. She could feel a warm sensation between her legs and her lower lips growing wetter. She couldn’t stop the leak that followed, the stray spurt dribbled between her fingers and struck the stone beneath her legs. Lacey froze, realizing that was not the end of it. There was another leak, only this time it didn’t end. It doused her fingers, a shower of pee dribbling down her palm, but it kept coming, pouring between her legs until her hands were soaked. “Ah… Ahh…” She cried with a tremor of relief in her voice. She was going, peeing on the floor, her stream was splattering the stone between her legs, dampening her ankles. “Oooh~” She continued to cry, walking on toward the bucket. At last she was standing over it, but there was time to savour this victory. Lacey quickly stood over the bucket, letting some of her pee fill the bottom of it. The relief was tremendous, only growing stronger the more she let go. Her legs were trembling, her knees giving way, but that didn’t stop her. She squatted down, straddling the bucket to keep balance and plopped herself down atop the ring. Her cheeks sank into the ring, and the heavy sound of her flowing river was muffled by the soft fat of both her butt and thighs as she sat with her legs closed. The ring of the bucket was still warm after Billie had used it, and she could feel a few stray patches of wetness around it, but right now Lacey didn’t care. She managed to avoid completely drenching the floor and at last she was here, the wooden throne that she’d been pining for all night. Her lips formed into a crooked smile, quivering as she was thrust into a feeling of unexplainable bliss. Resting her hands atop her knees and leaning back, Lacey at last could relax and let nature run its course. All of the fluids she had been holding were now pouring into the bucket, filling the cell with a muffled, but quite audible tinkling. “Ooooooooooh~” Lacey moaned, throwing her head back. She slumped down on the bucket, letting the overwhelming feelings of pleasure take over. Her whole body went numb, her legs were like jelly, trembling. Between her thighs, it rained a glorious golden storm, the heavy flood of piss pelted the splintered rim of the bucket with quite a force. She could feel her bare thighs being splattered by the tiny splashes of piss that struck the side of the bucket. Lacey could only shuffle back an inch, stopping when she felt her butt hanging over the side of the rim. Even then, the force of her stream was too much to stop pale, slender legs from being doused. Right now, Lacey didn’t care. Even if the feeling was grossly warm, Lacey couldn’t care. A jolt of overpowering relief shot up her back and through her whole body. She felt it most between her legs, her maidenhood twinging with delight. Her thighs were growing wetter, dribbles of stray pee were running down her legs and dribbling onto the rim of the bucket. She could feel it between her buttcrack too - stray dribbles of warm pee that crept toward her knot before falling into the bucket. She straddled the bucket tightly and grunted, pushing down on her bladder and straining. Her anus winced as all of the pressure went on her lower body. It was enough force that she drew dangerously close to breaking wind, feeling a little bubble right on the knot of her butthole, but she held it. The hissing sounds intensified, even after a solid thirty seconds, Lacey was nowhere near done, her stream still going strong, filling the bucket to its halfway point. The scent of fresh piss was beginning to fill the chamber, as was a light air of steam that rose from the heat of her water resting in the bucket. It lingered, leaving the air feeling a tad hotter. “Hmmm~” Lacey continued to moan and relaxed her grip on the bucket, letting herself lean forward and resting her hands atop her knees. She could finally feel the balloon that was her bladder growing smaller, deflating. The small bulge that she felt protruding from her tummy was shrinking, growing with every passing second she filled the bucket. Through this minute long orgy of blissful, watery relief, as Lacey indignantly filled the old splintered bucket with glee, Billie remained quiet. She lay on her bed, watching Lacey pee, enjoying it with a wide grin on her face. She didn’t think to say anything, or to act at all. She simply lay there in her bed, taking delight in a desperate girl at last getting her long awaited relief. Time passed quickly for Lacey, and at last her thick stream was reduced to a few dribbles falling into a steaming sea of yellow. The sound of water striking water became a quiet tinkling once more. Lacey sat there, her dress hiked up over her knees and her damp knickers wrapped around her ankles. She sat quietly, legs crooked, resting her head in her hands until she was finally empty. She couldn’t believe it - it was over. At last, after a whole day of torture, it was finally over. “Ha… Ha… Ha…” She panted, gasping for breath. Straining herself had been exhausting and she needed a moment to take a breath and regain her composure. The rising steam from the heat of her piss wafted up, warming her bare arse in a pleasurable way. Lacey grinned, the feeling of the heat tickling her cheeks. She straightened up on the pot and stretched, clicking her heels against each other. All was right in the world again. There was nothing to do now but bask in the relief that followed after a desperately needed piss. There was nothing to describe how Lacey was feeling. There were no words, no actions, no anything to describe the overpowering relief that had taken over her. All she could do was sit there, panting for breath, letting the occasional shudder of pleasure take her. Her whole body felt warm and a bead of sweat was dripping from her forehead. She felt like she had just gone through a rigorous exercise. The kind of physical exertion that would’ve had the best men falling down and fainting. Heavens knew she felt like she could collapse right now. She was exhausted, tapped out, her whole body fatigued both physically and mentally. She finally knew how it felt - to hold it to the brink of wetting herself and then to let it all out. She finally knew the sweet water relief, the delightful pleasure as her bladder shrunk as she was surrounded by a liquid symphony of her own making. This feeling - this is why people loved to brag about the amazing piss they’d just taken. For so long, she had believed it to be nothing more than juvenile talk, but at last she understood why they did, like she’d cracked the code of the universe. Once she had caught her breath, and her mind was unmuddled from the haze that sweet relief had left her in, she looked up, toward Billie who was sitting in her bed. “T-T… T-Thank y-you…” She still struggled to give her thanks through her sighs and pants. “Ah...ha...ha…” “Think nothing of it.” Billie grinned, though this time there was something friendlier about her smile. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to see a lady take a piss. You really do piss like us common folk, huh?” “A Lady?” Lacey furrowed her brow, confused. “Yeah.” Billie nodded and leant toward the edge of her bed. “You said you were Lord Emon’s bastard - that’d make you a Lady even if he did put his arrow in a whores quiver, right?” “Right…” Lacey nodded in agreement. She had completely forgotten that she having this conversation while on the bucket. “You didn’t believe me before, so why believe me now?” Billie giggled. “No back alley girl has a pair of knickers that dainty.” She pointed between Lacey’s legs. “You weren’t kidding were you? Veruvan silk.” “What? How…” Lacey glanced down and at first sight, she felt her cheeks burning red. Her knickers were wrapped around her ankles, the delicate white silk now coloured a light yellow. “Ahh! Don’t look! Don’t look!” She cried, bending over to hide her stained delicates from view. She kicked them off and slid them beside the bucket to deal with them alter. “I’ll take that as a compliment…” Lacey paused as she reached up to grab a shred of cloth from the window sill. She took one and was just about to wipe when she noticed Billie watching from her bed. “C-Could I have some privacy please?” Lacey said, now feeling somewhat comfortable talking to Billie. “J-Just while I… w-wipe.” “I guess.” Billie shrugged and covered her head with her pillow, leaving herself a small gap so she could spy. Lacey wiped and threw the shred of cloth into the bucket. Billie watched her through the small gap beneath her pillow, feeling a light tickle in her maidenhood as she watched Lacey wipe herself. The bucket, which wasn’t exactly too big to begin with, was almost completely full. Lacey glanced down between her legs, seeing her own reflection in the pale water. Her own piss was mingling with the fragments of Billie’s, turning the mixture of their fluids a light, cloudy yellow. At last, she was finished. Lacey stood up from the bucket and let her dress fall down, covering her. She looked across the cell, noticing a small trail of dribbles, each one larger than the last until they finally finished between her feet. Lacey blushed, but she didn’t think too much of it. Right now, feeling relieved, she picked up her soggy knickers and went back to her bed. As she climbed the ladder, the bed frame rocked, and again Lacey saw a fist in front of her. It missed her and once again struck the wall, stopping her from climbing another step. “Hold up…” Billie said, returning to her menacing form, her voice low. “W-What?” Lacey squeaked, that panic she had felt earlier in the privy returning. Billie’s smirk grew, and she turned her fist, grinding it into the wall. Slowly, her palm opened, revealing several gold coins. “That’s…” Lacey couldn’t believe it. “Ten gold.” Billie replied, shuffling the coins in her palm with her fingers. “You wanted to sell me your knickers earlier.” Her smile grew softer. Lacey had completely forgotten about that, and hearing it again did nothing but cause her to feel humiliated. “T-Ten g-gold?” She stammered, unsure what to say. “F-For my p-panties?” “And I’ll waive the privy toll… for a week.” Billie grinned again, this time that friendly grin had returned, like she was talking to a friend. “Just for my p-panties?” “You said they were Veruvan silk, right?” Lacey didn’t have much more to say, and after thinking it over, she finally decided to sell her panties to Billie. It was ten gold, and she had been teleported far from home without much more than a few measly silver. And after tonight, after the display she had unknowingly put on for Billie while sitting on that bucket, selling her soiled skivvies no longer felt like the sin she’d thought of it as. Billie took the panties and waited until Lacey climbed back into her bed. Once the coast was clear she took a deep breath, steadying her beating heart. “The soiled knickers of a Lady.” She whispered to herself, squeezing the soiled skivvies in her hands. This was a moment she had been waiting for. At last, she had the soiled skivvies of a Lady, though they were not thoroughly soaked, it was enough for her to enjoy. As the clock in the town rang out for three in the morning, Billie slid under the covers, and with Lacey’s pee-soaked knickers beside her, she let her fingers wander south between her lower lips. With a sinful smile, Billie began to pleasure herself. The End
  11. View File JAV- NHDT-488: Bicycle Gang Bullying A bicycle gang of school girls pick on another woman or school girl, masturbating her, pissing on her, tearing off her clothing, squirting her with water guns... There is a moderate to low amount of peeing in this, but I thought some of you pervs might enjoy it. Enjoy. Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/24/2020 Category JAV Collections
  12. The Black-Light District.... A subsidiary of the Magic Academy as a whole.... The air smells strongly of disinfectant, and an unnatural cleanliness. The area, at least initially, seems to be illuminated by a dim light...Brighter than candlelight, but not quite at the level of a few well placed lamps...As if the lighting itself wants to leave the area.... After a few minutes of exposure to the uncomfortable air, the area starts to brighten up.... Yet, the same overly-clean smell pervades the senses for a while longer. It almost feels like a hospital... Especially as several of the doors open....A few, barely cracked....some opened halfway......Yet, the inviting light doesn't seem to permeate the deep shadows in the door frames... Save for the bright, watchful eyes that peek out at you.... Moving..Staring... following... Unblinking glares, as you pace your way down the halls... None of the doors opening fully....A few of them even creaking shut.... Doing absolutely nothing for the nerves, or anxiety such an area brings. At the end of the hallway merely leads to a left-or-right junction, heading you further into the district. A note fished from a pocket tells you to go left, right, and then left..... Prompting you to make your turn.... And suddenly notice the hall you were in fade from the corner of your view..... The path behind you shifting to a diagonal one, from it's prior setup. An...uncomfortable shift in perspective... Or one of the many Defense mechanisms you'd heard about..? Pacing down the hall, you see a few girls standing outside of their rooms, speaking in hushed tones... More stares gazing over you... Not as a stranger, but the way someone looks at a bug on their wall... Or, a piece of refuse..... Less than human.. Less than animal... You appear to be less than nothing to them, as you keep going... Taking the first right you get to... The area behind you fading again.... As you make a lengthier trip, pressing forward.... And seeing a line of girls, standing straight... In identical uniforms to one another... As they await outside of a door with a familiar ladies room sign on it... The bathroom, you imagine.... Some girls are shifting ever so slightly.. Some are glancing forward, with bitten lower lips... And some of them are pale, with hands clenching their stomachs..... You decide it's best not to be caught staring, and make your way to the last junction... Taking another left, as you come to a pair of....refreshingly blue doors. It seems almost like the material is made up of something soft, as you glance down at the note... The text on it having changed. [You're there] .... You take a breath of the uncomfortable air you just now realize is fading... Gasping as if you'd just emerged from being submerged.... As you push open the doors to see... .... The bottom of an ocean? You see windows behind a large desk, with deep, blue waters behind it... A singular, folded note on the desk. You step forward, glancing down at it... As you look over the text. [Be back in two minutes: Get Comfortable] You ponder how long that two minutes will actually be... but, this gives you time to center your thoughts.... And recollect some parts about yourself... ========================================================================================================================== [Black Light District: Character Creation Generator! (This will be your main character for the Black-Light District of Magic academy! Please fill out accordingly, and a general consensus will be reached out of several votes...) Height: (Are you Short, Average, or Tall?) Weight: (Are you Skinny, Average, or Plump?) Bust Size: (Are you Flat, Modest, or Ample?) Rump Size: (Are you Flat, Average, or Gifted?) Hair Style: (Is your Hair Long, Average, or short?) (Extra Details welcome too) Clothing Style: [Do you prefer Boyish clothes, Girly clothes, or have No preference?] Transfer Reason: (People don't usually come here of their own volition. Were you sent here for Violent reasons, Mentality reasons, Disciplinary reasons, or A Stupid reason?) Secrets: Any kind of secret you may have, Embarrassing, dark, or otherwise? Extra: Extra Details! [If a consensus can't be reached, you will be created by the Author instead.] (Faust apologizes for the lengthy delays in stuff. Hopefully, life'll stop beating him up for enough to get this off the ground.)
  13. Not quite omorashi exactly, but I thought I might share anyway. This is a bullying scene from a novel I'm posting over on GayAuthors.org called Storms. It takes place at a birthday party for the main character's romantic interest. Read the tags for content warnings. Not long after, Patrick sidled up to Michael, bumped his fist and said, ‘Excellent party, bruh!’ ‘Cheers!’ said Michael with a grin. ‘You guys were a bit late, weren’t you?’ Patrick shrugged. ‘Ended up pre-drinking at Neal’s, with his brother and his pals. Kind of lost track of time.’ As conversation resumed, I felt Patrick’s eyes on me. He wasn’t stupid enough to say anything in front of Michael, and I knew I had friends here, but I still felt uncomfortable. Finally, I quietly excused myself and went to the toilet. I took longer than I needed to, spending a few minutes standing before the mirror staring at my reflection. My hair was definitely getting overly long now, but it’s not like I could afford a haircut. The last time I cut it, Mum had taken my stepdad’s beard trimmer and basically shaved it off. That had been more than six months ago, and my curls now flopped all over my head like some kind of semi-fro. It was not a good look for me. My curls were looser than most. I wondered, not for the first time, what my father had looked like. I suspect he may have been white, or part white. I am lighter than my mum, too, not to mention how light my eyes are. It hadn’t occurred to me when I decided to go to this party that some of my bullies would be here as well. I knew Michael wouldn’t let anything happen to me, of course. I was safe with him. But Patrick and his cronies still scared me, and I worried about what they might try to pull while Michael wasn’t looking. Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror. Then I opened the door to return to the party. Outside the door stood Patrick and three of his friends. ‘Hello, Danny,’ he said, smirking at me. ‘You want a drink?’ Before I had time to make a sound, they were forcing me back into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. ‘Hold him still,’ Patrick said, and two of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. ‘Open his mouth.’ The third guy, named Dinesh if I wasn’t much mistaken, forced my head back and my mouth open, pinching my nose. Patrick stepped up to me, a mostly full half bottle of cheap vodka in his hand. He opened it, put it to my lips, and began to pour. With my nose blocked and my head held back like that, I had little choice but to swallow, though much of it spilled down my front. When about half of the strong liquid was gone, Patrick relented, and I coughed and spluttered for a little while. I felt like I might be sick. ‘There you go!’ he said pleasantly. ‘All good and drunk.’ Patrick’s friends let me go, and I swayed on my feet. The room was spinning dangerously. I had never had this much alcohol before in my life, much less all at once. ‘Strip him,’ Patrick ordered his friends, and they started to pull at my clothes until I was naked. I tried to protest, tried to fight back, but I seemed to have lost control of my motor functions and could only bat weakly at the arms holding me down and ripping my clothes. Patrick pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and they pushed me face first over the edge of the tub. ‘How much would you say his arse is worth, Neal?’ he asked one of his friends. The boy apparently named Neal answered, ‘Not much, mate. A quid per go, maybe?’ ‘Yeah, that’ll do.’ Patrick began to scribble on my arse. It tickled, and I squirmed. ‘Here, wanna snap this.’ There was the click click of a phone camera. Next, I was being moved again, turned around, pushed into the tub. I tried to focus on the people in front of me and eventually managed to find Patrick’s face. He was unzipping his jeans, and now he had his dick out, and I wondered for a moment if he meant for me to suck it, but he wasn’t hard. Then he took aim, and began to piss. The yellow stream hit me square in the face. I raised my arm to shield myself, and tried to get up, but the slippery tub wouldn’t let me, and I slid back down. Patrick’s friends followed suit. I covered my head and cowered while they each covered me in urine. ‘I feel like I should take a shit on him, too,’ Patrick said when they were all done, tucking his prick away inside his pants. ‘You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Disgusting little faggot. Sadly for you, I’m all out of bowel movements. I could jerk off on you, though. Would you like that? It’d be hard to get it up looking at your fugly mug, but I could probably close my eyes and think of England.’ The others all laughed. Just then, I heard something outside the door. ‘Dan? Where did you go?’ Someone tried the door handle. ‘Danny, are you in there?’ It was Michael’s voice. Before the others had time to react, I cried, ‘I’m here! Help! Help me!’ Michael didn’t need to be asked twice, and started banging on the door. ‘Is someone in there with you? Open this door!’ he demanded. Patrick suddenly looked slightly panicked. He obviously hadn’t planned on getting caught. ‘What’s going on?’ said another voice, this one older, deeper. One of Liz’s uni friends, no doubt. ‘I don’t know, but we have to get inside,’ said Michael. ‘Help me get the door open.’ ‘Stand back.’ A series of loud bangs followed, and then the door burst open and a tall, beefy twenty-something whose name I was pretty sure was Jamal burst shoulder first into the room. Michael came after, crowding into the space that had never been designed to fit six people. I focused blearily on his face. His expression moved from shock to pure rage as he took in the scene and realised what was happening. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he growled at Patrick. ‘What do you mean?’ said Patrick, but his voice had gone up half an octave and his eyes kept flitting to Jamal’s muscular frame. ‘We’re just having a little fun, right guys?’ His friends nodded. I said nothing. I was beginning to feel rather sick and wasn’t sure I dared open my mouth. ‘Think Dan sees it that way?’ Michael’s voice was deadly quiet. ‘Get the fuck out of my house!’ ‘You don’t need to get so touchy about it, we’re just playing—’ Neal tried, but Michael interrupted him. ‘Playing?’ he roared. ‘You are hurting my friend! Now get the bleeding hell out of here before I call the fucking coppers on you fucking wankers!’ Jamal placed a large hand on Patrick’s shoulder. ‘You heard the man. Let’s go.’ It seemed the threat of a fifteen stone black man was what it took. I had never seen anyone scarper quite so quickly, and Jamal followed them to make sure they left. The moment they were gone, Michael strode over to the tub and knelt next to me. ‘Dan, are you okay? Did they hurt you?’ I shook my head. ‘I . . . ’M okay, just . . . You shouldn’t touch me. Got pee on me . . .’ He blinked. Then his expression darkened again. ‘They fucking pissed on you?’ he said quietly. ‘I’m gonna murder every last one of those fucking fucks.’ ‘Michael,’ I slurred weakly. ‘I’m okay. They . . . They’re gone now.’ Michael nodded. ‘Yeah. None of those bastards is ever setting foot in this house again, I can tell you that.’ His expression softened. ‘Here, let me help you.’ And although I was covered in pee, he put his arms around me and pulled me out of the tub. I stood swaying while he found a towel. He wiped off the worst of it. ‘You can have a shower in my room,’ he said. ‘Put your clothes on, I’ll be right back.’ Then he vanished.
  14. Since this isn't an omo related thing and i'm not sure where else to discuss it, if there is a better place for me to talk about this let me know. I wanted to talk about disorders and disabilities, I know this is a hard topic for many to discuss, but I really wanna see how many people know how serious these things are. Years ago, many many many years ago, when I was in 3rd grade, the bullying I went through was horrible ( still is, ik people are gonna ask, I'm 18, still in school). It got to the point where I was diagnosed with TTM Disorder ( Trichotillomania ) if you don't know what that is, its a disorder that involves recurrent, irresistible urges to pull out body hair. It's a very common disorder due to stress and anxiety and depression. Me being the victim of bullying for 13 years, it caused me to have this disorder, leaving me without eyelashes or eyebrows. Ik they say the cure is antidepressants or counseling, but I been trying to get forced on them for years and I don't think medication should be my first and only option. I've had therapy but I don't like being talked down to like i'm 5 every time i go in there like always, and don't get me wrong, I have been to more than 1, but they all treat me like i'm a baby, which doesn't help me at all, plus they are paid people to listen to my problems, but don't really help me in any way. I still get bullied for it, course I never told people it was a disorder, I just said my eyebrows and lashes are really blonde so you can't see them, but people found out either way. It hurts for me to get made fun of for my disorder, and seeing many people in my school or anywhere get made fun of for their disorders or disabilities, it's heartbreaking to me, every time I see it i'm the only person to do something about it because no one should get made fun of, disability/disorder or not, it isn't right. I wanna hear anyone's story about these kind of issues, I have a couple more to share but I don't wanna make this super long. Let me know what your opinion is on all of these things.
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