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  1. Rosie slammed her empty glass back on the table to the cheers of her two friends seated around her, they had dared her to down her last cocktail, something which the fiery redhead could not back down from. As she felt the alcohol slip down her throat, she gave a quick glance around at her two companions. Hollie, a slim brunette was still sipping at her drink, twirling a lock of hair with her other hand. While Jen, a blonde, was shifting around in her seat, seemingly trying to get a better look at the rest of the bar they were in. Rosie felt the liquid she had just drank travel down to join the rest she had already consumed in her bladder, she felt very full and had been needing to pee for a while, but had been putting it off as they moved from bar to bar, as she was having too much fun and didn’t want to break the seal. However, at this point she was forced to cross her legs and realised she wouldn’t be able to put off visiting the bathroom much longer. “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!” Jen said, hopping up out of their booth and setting off towards the bar without so much as a backwards glance, tugging down her tight sapphire dress which barely hid her ass. “Wait Jen- “ Rosie started, before realising the futility of her shouting. She glanced over at Hollie who was smiling sympathetically at her. “Are you not enjoying that?” Rosie asked, motioning towards Hollie’s drink. “I am, but I also really need a wee, so I don’t want to burst in my seat.” Hollie said, grimacing and shifting around, causing her pink dress to ride up and expose her pink thong to Rosie. The mentioning of needing to wee made Rosie’s bladder pulse too, and she squirmed slightly in her own seat. “Yeah, me too it’s like I have a bowling ball in my stomach, I guess that’s what happens when you have been drinking for 4 hours with no bathroom break! we can go once we finish this round I guess.” Rosie said, more as a promise to herself than anything, as Hollie nodded in agreement. It was at this point that Jen came back with a small tray of drinks, crossing her legs and jiggling as she stood to unload them. “Jen, do you need to pee?” Hollie asked teasingly. “A little bit I’m not going in a dirty bar toilet!” Jen said, placing a glass in front of each girl. “The barman said we have to down these in one go for them to taste nice, so cheers!” Jen proclaimed, raising her glass. Hollie and Rosie echoed her statements, but more ruefully as they would be adding to their already full bladders. As Rosie necked her own drink back, she realised she truly was bursting for the toilet. “Well, I definitely need to pee, and I am about to burst so I’m gonna head to the loos really quick!” Rosie said standing up. “Me too, I’m feeling pregnant here!” Hollie joked, standing up with her friend, gulping down the last of her drink as she did so. “Well, I’m coming with, but I’m not gonna pee till we get back home!” Jen declared, joining the girls as they walked out of the main area of the bar. The side corridor where the toilets were located were a lot quieter without any music pounding, however the girls were more focused on the line coming out of the women’s toilets. “Fuck” Rosie muttered, as the three girls joined the back of the queue. “Definitely!” Added Hollie, as she started squirming in place. Five minutes later and the girls had just made it to the doorway of the toilets. Rosie was seriously struggling by this point; she was having to constantly shift her weight about to help her hold her bladder. While Hollie was doing the same, resting a hand on the front of her pink dress in the vain attempt to hold herself. Jen was also getting more desperate, as she was also squirming around, though she was doing her best to play it down. “What’s taking so long? I’m gonna wet my knickers in a minute!” Complained Hollie. “I feel you babe, my thong is getting damp here!” Added the girl in front of the trio. Rosie’s eyes widened as she realised the girl had hiked up the skirt of her short red dress so that she could hold herself openly. The girl moved her hand to show a pink thong, the crotch of which was stained a darker colour from where she had clearly leaked. “I was making out with some boy and left it too long it seems. Apparently, there are only three stalls, one girl is throwing up in one, while another girl ate something bad and can’t get off the toilet, so that leaves just one stall for us all to piss into!” She added. “Well, they better hurry up in there otherwise they will need a mop!” Rosie moaned as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. A few agonising minutes later and relief was in sight for the girls, the girl in the red dress was next in line whimpering in desperation, followed by Hollie, the clearly most desperate of the trio. Rosie was extremely desperate by this point, merely hoping to make it with dry panties. ‘What a day to wear a white thong?’ She thought to herself. Jen was clearly desperate to pee too, but was still adamant she could hold it, despite the fact she was fully squirming at this point. The toilet door clicked open and the girl in the red dress gasped and started making her way forward. “Thank god I’m pissing myself here!” She cried as she moved towards the open door. However no sooner had she taken two steps than another girl had stormed into the bathroom and slammed her into one of the occupied stalls. “The fuck you think you’re doing kissing my boyfriend!?” The girl in the red dress stumbled backwards, her hands held out in front of her to ward off the angry girl. “I-I didn’t know he was seeing anyone, please can we talk about this in a minute, because I’m seriously about to- oh no please!” She stopped backing away and looked down as a stream of pee started pouring it from between her legs. Her pink panties which were still visible from when she was holding herself, were saturated instantly as liquid poured out of her. The girl who had shoved her paused for a second in shock, then barrelled into the girl, shoving her into the toilet screaming. “I’ll kill you!” The trio of girls stood there, dumbfounded, and desperate. Hollie had hiked up her skirt and was holding herself and squirming. While Rosie was doing a full-on potty dance, her emerald, green dress having risen up to expose her white thong. Even Jen who had tried to hide it had failed and she too was squirming with desperation. The sound of the poor girl’s bladder emptying itself onto the tiled floor caused Rosie’s bladder to lose a few drops, dampening her thong in the process, staining the crotch yellow. Hollie also let out a gasp and froze, so it was easy to infer she had done the same. At this point, the two fighting girls had shoved their way into the last remaining cubicle, leaving the trio and the other girls who had joined the queue behind them squirming around. The girls only had a few seconds to wonder about what they should do before a burly bouncer shoved his way into the toilets, past the queue of girls complaining about his presence. “Alright girls break it up! And everyone else out!” He said, gesturing to the squirming trio still waiting. “But we have to pee!” Rosie cried, her hand holding herself tightly. “Don’t care, go use the other toilets down the hall.” The bouncer replied, pointing to the door as he turned to break up the two cat fighting women. More bouncers swarmed in at this point and the girls were forced outside the toilets where they stood squirming. Hollie let out a low groan before starting off down the hall, with Rosie following her. As they reached the other women’s toilets they were greeted with an ‘out of order’ sign hanging on the door, with a girl in a tight blue dress banging on the door, as a puddle formed underneath her from her burst bladder. “No please! I can’t hold it!” The poor girl sobbed as she wet herself. “I need to get out of here or I’m gonna explode!” Hollie said, blushing furiously as she squirmed in public, groups of boys staring at her they walked past. “Me too, let’s just get home and we can pee there.” Rosie suggested, removing her hand from her crotch, equally embarrassed. “Let’s just get out of here already!” Jen shouted, already heading for the door. Once the three girls made their way outside, they shivered from the sudden drop in temperature, before having to stop and regain a semblance of control from the effects of the cold on their bladders. “I’m gonna get us an Uber, I can’t be arsed to walk all the way back.” Jen said, tapping away on her phone with her legs crossed. Hollie was still holding herself and bobbing up and down, her head frantically looking from side to side as she whimpered from the effort of holding in her bladder. Rosie was also bursting to go, feeling her thong dampen as a second spurt escaped her tied bladder, she wanted nothing more than to get home and sit on a toilet as her bladder exploded out of her. “Guys I really can’t hold it I’m gonna have to go in that alley...” Hollie said, pointing with a shaking hand as she stumbled towards an alleyway, her other hand still buried in her crotch. “Hollie no, the Uber will be here in like a sec!” Jen protested but Hollie was too desperate to care. Rosie followed behind her, reasoning if her friend was going to pee, she might as well also get relief. However, as she entered the alleyway she froze. Hollie was ahead of her hiking up her tight dress, briefly exposing her pink thong, which was damp with her pee as her bladder slowly gave up on her. However, she quickly pulled her dress back down and stopped holding herself as she saw the policewoman facing away from her further in the alley. The lone policewoman had cornered two girls who appeared to have had the same idea as Hollie, both brunettes, one in a yellow dress and one in black, they had both clearly been interrupted peeing with small puddles underneath them, and both were squirming in place as the policewoman lectured them. “Please officer, the club wouldn’t let us in, and we really can’t wait any longer, it’s coming out in my panties!” The girl in the yellow dress begged, but the officer was having none of it. “Urinating in public is unacceptable for girls your age, you are next to a club they surely do have toilet- “ The policewoman was cut off as the girl in the yellow dress let out a low moan before forcefully wetting herself, a veritable flood pouring out from between her legs. The girl in the black dress desperately tried to hold on, averting her eyes and biting her lip as she squirmed, but the sound of piss splattering next to her was too much and she sank into a crouch as she wet herself through her dress. The policewoman took a step back to avoid the growing puddles, crossing her legs and bending slightly before berating the girls for their lack of control. However, Rosie and Hollie were frantically back-pedalling away from the sounds of running water towards Jen who was now talking to their Uber driver through the window. Hollie suddenly paused mid stride and frantically glanced down, and Rosie noticed several streams of urine running down her friend’s legs before she tightly crossed them and held herself tightly. Rosie felt her own crotch dampen again at the sight and also held herself as they finally clambered into the back of the car. “Come on girls, only 10 minutes till we’re home!” Jen encouraged, referring to the flat they all house shared together; however, she sported a worried expression, and a hand was now buried up her own dress now they were in relative privacy. Hollie was lost in her own private battle, slowly rocking back and forth, both hands buried in her crotch, while Rosie still only had a single hand, but also couldn’t sit still in the back of the Uber. Hoping to avoid a complete accident. As the Uber went over a particularly bumpy patch of road. Both Jen and Rosie winced and held on tight, barely containing their bursting bladders, while Hollie merely whimpered, before tugging up her skirt slowly and gingerly. “Hollie what are you doing?” Jen asked worriedly, as Hollie had completely exposed her soaked pink thong by this point. Hollie looked at her with a lost expression on her face. “I’m trying so hard to hold the rest in, but my thong is ruined, and the wetness is making me leak.” She explained sadly as she slid her sodden underwear down her thighs and onto the floor of the cab. Briefly exposing her shaven womanhood before she recovered it with both her skirt and hands. Jen just nodded and kicked the sodden garment to the side. Going back to her own private battle. Five torturous minutes later, the Uber pulled up outside the three girl’s apartment complex. Mercifully, no further leaks had escaped any of the girls, but Rosie knew that time was seriously running out for her, and Hollie was even more desperate than her. The three girls piled out of the car, pausing to regain control of their bladders, Hollie, and Rosie not quite succeeding, with a big spurt soaking through Rosie’s thong and dribbling down her thigh, while a small stream ran down Hollie’s left leg. Jen was dancing around urgently as she paid the driver, one hand firmly buried up her skirt. “Jen please hurry I really can’t hold it much longer!” Rosie cried as she felt another dribble escape her. “Sorry I’m coming!” Jen said, digging into her purse for her keys. “Jen, I’m telling you know I’m 2 minutes away from making the Niagara Falls here please hurry up!” Hollie begged, shaking from desperation. Jen finally found out her keys and shakingly slammed them into the lock, before hurryingly opening the door to the lobby. Hollie pushed past her, hammering on the lift button as she hopped from foot to foot. Rosie coming up behind her could see another stream of pee snaking it down her leg, Rosie really worried about her friend’s ability to hold it till they made it home, however she suddenly realised she was in serious danger of an accident too as another spurt soaked through her thong, and dribbling onto her thighs. Rosie was snapped out of her haze of worry with the ding of the lift arriving, with both Hollie and Jen rushing in clutching themselves as they squirmed around in the lift. Rosie hobbled in and pushed the button for their floor, before whimpering as she felt another leak escape. “Guys I really can’t hold it any longer…” She started. “Me neither babe, I’m weeing myself here, I am deffo going first when we get in!” Hollie said, bobbing in place, her skirt hiked up, showing off her bare ass to better hold herself. “Fuck going first, I’m going in the shower!” Rosie laughed, hiking up her skirt as she spoke. “I guess that means I get the sink!” Joked Jen, who truly looked bursting by this point, her hand also buried up her skirt. Rosie decided that her thong was absolutely soaked through and ruined by this point, remembering Hollie earlier, she too slipped it down her legs to the concerned looks of her friends. The cool air on her bare privates felt extremely shocking, and a small dribble of urine escaped before Rosie quickly grasped her bare pussy for all it was worth. She had never felt this full before, she guessed it must be the effect the alcohol was having on her bladder, even when she had wet herself in her first year of university, she hadn’t felt this full. Rosie winced at the thought of wetting herself, considering how close she was to repeating the action. Despite how many times she had leaked, she somehow felt fuller of pee than ever, God she needed to pee so badly. The lift door pinged open and the three bursting girls hobbled out down the hallway towards their apartment, as they arrived, if any of them could think of anything other than their bursting bladders, they might have noticed the door was slightly ajar, as it stands the three girls barrelled through the door and down the hallway, not pausing to take off their shoes, only to be stopped at the entrance to their lounge, there was a masked figure waiting there. The three girls froze, their struggles forgotten for the moment as the figure, surprised to see them, quickly stands up from loading DVDs into a bag and fumbling, draws a knife, causing the trio to meekly raise their hands. “Not a word!” The figure said. “You weren’t supposed to be home for hours, I’m gonna tie you up, finish and go. I don’t want to hurt you.” The figure said, reaching into a nearby bag and producing rope. The girls didn’t put up a fight, their flat was insured so it wasn’t worth it, as they were led into Rosie’s bedroom and tied to the foot of the bed with their hands above their heads, the reality of their situation sunk in, and other more pressing needs returned. Namely the unbearable urge to pee, which was impossible as they had just been tied up. “Hey, we all really need to pee actually, can you let us use the toilet?” Hollie asked meekly, starting to squirm already. “I’ve literally just tied you up, so no, sorry you’ll have to wait until someone unties you after I’m gone!” The burglar answered, before shutting the door. The three girls immediately started to struggle against their restraints, a grip of fear quickly sliding down to their bladders, the way their hands were tied constricted their movements, stopping them from turning around, leaving only their legs free which were pretzeled in order to try and prevent any of their bladders from bursting. “Oh god what do we do, I’m literally a minute away from forming a puddle here!” Rosie moaned, tightly crossing her legs, and pressing her heels into her crotch in a vain attempt to help her hold on. Jen nodded, “I’m really not able to hold it any longer, my panties are getting soaked!” her legs shaking as she bit her lower lip in worry. Hollie just groaned, her legs tensed, and a small splatter could be heard before Hollie slammed her legs together and squirmed like mad. “I can’t hold it guys, I really can’t, I need to pee now!” “I know Hollie I know, but we just need to hold on a bit longer.” Rosie said, half talking to herself. With no option left for relief but begging, Rosie looked longingly at the door before yelling. “Please we really need the toilet! We can’t wait anymore!” Both Hollie and Jen joined in begging but when they paused to listen for a response, but the only sound they heard instead was a wet splatter as Rosie suddenly let out a big spurt, soaking her heels which were pressed into her crotch, before she desperately squirmed like mad, as a second spurt quickly joined it. By now a small puddle was forming underneath her and soaking the back of her tight dress, her bare crotch cooling in the air. Hollie was in a similar predicament, except her puddle was larger and being added to every few seconds as little crippled escaped from her tired lips, she knew she had no more than a few minutes until the trickle turned into a flood. Jen meanwhile was getting really uncomfortable. Her blue thong was now black, having been thoroughly soaked through from all her leaks, with streams running down her legs to her ass, also forming a puddle. However, the real problem is the fact her thong was warm against her crotch with her pee, that along with the dampness was making it impossible for her to keep holding it in, and the leaks were becoming increasingly frequent. Hollie moaned as more of her pee splattered onto the floor, her spurts getting longer, she was shaking at this point from head to toe from holding back the flood she knew was coming. However, it was Jen’s dam which burst first. With a whimpered cry of, “No, no, no!” Spurts began to trickle out of Jen’s tired crotch, bursting through her ruined thong to splatter on the floor, with a last desperate plea of, “Please untie me in setting myself!” Jen’s poor bladder gave up and her pent-up waters poured out of her in a sudden gush. Jen moaned loudly as she lost control, her puddle rapidly dampening the bare cheeks of her two friends, even as their own leaks and spurts added to the puddle. As Jen sagged back against the bed, a few final spurts dribbling out of her, her two bursting friends looked on with equal parts worry and envy, both were frantically squirming now, with spurts coming fast and frequently. Desperately trying to hang onto their bladders in the vain hope that their captor would untie them long enough for them to make it to the bathroom, however it was not to be. Hollie’s aching bladder was the next to give out. Having already had a brief taste of relief and leaking constantly for the past hour, her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and a waterfall began to stream out between her bare legs. Hollie whimpered and sobbed with relief as her bloated bladder poured onto the floor for over two minutes, the splattering sound echoing in the closed room. Rosie was rocking back and forth, barely containing the flood inside of her. Her thighs and ass were damp with both her and her friend’s piss, and the sound of her friends setting themselves was utter torture. As another dribble leaked out from between her lips and onto the floor, she turned to the door one last time and cried out. “Please I’m begging you we are wetting ourselves in here, please I can’t wait anymore!” With that she turned her head away from the door once more, tugging futilely at her restraints. Rosie then made the fatal mistake of glancing down at Hollie’s crotch, where a stream of pee was still trickling out from her quivering pussy. The sight of her friend receiving her much-needed relief was too much for Rosie to bear, and she too finally lost the battle with her bladder. With a low moan of barely disguised pleasure, a thick stream of pee burst out from between Rosie’s legs and splattered into the puddle covering the floor, Rosie sagged back as her pent-up pee burst out of her. Rosie shuddered as feelings of relief washed over her, her tortured bladder still aching from the effort of holding in so much pee, even as it emptied. After over a minute Rosie’s stream tapered off and died, leaving the three girls in silence, surrounded by their own pee, occasionally being added to when one of the girls’-tired bladders gave out a final spurt. All three were too tired move, so exhausted from holding back the oceans inside themselves, the three were content to sit in the puddle of their own making and wait to be untied, wondering how long it would be until they could strip off and throw themselves into a hot shower. This would certainly be, a night to remember.
  2. Hi guys, I have returned again after a long period of lurking to submit another story, this is based on the clone wars episodes where Ashoka posed as a slave to save her people, resulting in her being locked in a cage, for those of you who haven't seen the episode I have included a link to her outfits the times she was enslaved, with the outfit she is wearing in the story being a combination of both. Comments are welcome and let me know if you want a continuation! Enjoy! WARNING CONTAINS POOP DESPERATION AND MESSING (Image link: https://www.deviantart.com/the-first-magelord/art/Ahsoka-Slave-Princess-revealed-271021018) Ashoka Tano usually trusted her master’s judgement, while Anakin Skywalker’s methods were… unorthodox, they usually garnered results. She said usually as currently his latest hare brained scheme had her posing, no actually becoming a slave for the amusement of Queen Miraj, ruler of the Zygerrian Slave Empire. Ashoka had been forced to dress in a skimpy slave outfit. Parade herself in front of a room if slavers, before being escorted to a cage, suspended from the wall and locked inside. That has been nearly 18 hours ago. During that time she had been fed a bowl of scraps from presumably the palace kitchen and given a large beaker of liquid to drink, before being left to get some fitful sleep, being woken by the groans and whimpering of her fellow slave girls suspended alongside her. Originally Ashoka assumed that the groans were caused by cramped muscles and cold winds, something her skimpy outfit did nothing to protect her from, causing her nipples to become hardened and visible through her barely there coverings. However Ashoka soon realised it was due to the fact that nobody had come by to allow the slave girls to relieve themselves. Ashoka awoke to a throbbing sensation from her full bladder, filled by the large beaker she had drank the night before, along with the rest of the day trekking to the slavers palace with no stop for the refresher. More worryingly she felt a heaviness in her bowels which told her she was in desperate need to empty herself. Ashoka hated to use the refresher when someone else could hear her and was probably listening. Back on a Star cruiser with everyone bustling around she could go no problem, everyone was too busy to hear her. However when it was just her and her master alone on the ship they travelled in on, well she did well letting go of her bladder. Meaning she had at least 3 days of backed up waste inside her begging for release, along with a full bladder. Looking around she could see her fellow slaves were in the same predicament. A green skinned Twei'lek girl was sat with her heel pressed into her crotch, her breasts bouncing as she jiggled in her cage. While a blonde haired Human girl was holding herself openly while whimpering and glancing around with pleading eyes as if a refresher or hell even a pot would magically appear. Seeing her own need reflected in those around her made Ashoka’s desperation worse and she started to subtly shift her weight from side to side as she assessed her options. She couldn’t simply relieve herself in her clothes, she didn’t know how long she would remain like this, plus what kind of punishment she might receive. Nor could she simply pull her crotch coverings to the side and let go. Her cage was too constrictive and so was her costume. It was so form fitting the whole bodysuit had to be undone at the collar, which was currently locked shut. Meaning her only choice was to wait for relief. However no sooner did she think this Ashoka spotted the door to her jail block open and guards walk in with trays of food. The girl’s immediately began crying out in various languages begging for relief, but the guards either didn’t understand or didn’t care, merely leering at the writhing girls and passing their food and drinks before moving on. As they reached Ashoka’s cell they glanced at her before shoving her tray of food, the same scraps as before along with another big beaker of liquid. Ashoka didn’t bother to ask to relieve herself, it was clear that wasn’t happening yet. Instead she squirmed slightly as she looked at her breakfast. She didn’t want to add to her full bladder and bowels but knew she would likely be punished if she didn’t do as she was told, so she reluctantly dug in. 5 minutes later Ashoka was finished, her bladder felt like a hard ball, compressed by her tight costume, while her bowels felt like a coil of snakes writhing in urgency. Her fellow slaves were now moaning and squirming openly in desperation and Ashoka had no choice but to join them. After an hour of this torture Ashoka was sure they were all about to suffer accidents when the guards returned and began removing the girls from their cages, lining the half naked and squirming beauties up as if they were queuing for a refresher. Ashoka shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her hands on her thighs and clenching her cheeks, knowing that to hold herself meant practically exposing all in public. She blushed as she realised that the Human girl appeared to have her hand inside her skirt, rhythmically massaging her crotch to hold in her waters, however that was short lived when the guards came back and saw her doing this, threatening her with a whip until she stopped, leaving her from hopping from foot to foot with her hands clenched tight, similar to what Ashoka and the Twei'lek girl were doing. The three desperate girls were frog marched through the palace, doing nothing to help their urgent needs, until they were brought to a doorway, where a single girl and a slaver were waiting for them. The slave girl was a fellow red skinned Torgruta, also dressed skimpily, with her legs pretzeled as she bobbed up and down, pushing a trolly filled with trays of drinks. The slaver glanced at the new arrivals before speaking to them in common. “Good, you have arrived. You will be serving drinks this morning to her majesty and her supporters, you will hold yourself to the proper decorum and not embarrass yourself or her majesty. Failure to do so will result in your public humiliation. If you are able to control yourself then you will be granted a rest period and the refresher, understood?” The slaver looked at the girls who all nodded. Ashoka glanced at the other girls, she doubted if any of them could wait that long, she was pretty sure she could spot some glistening on the Twei'leks thighs but that could just be sweat. As for herself, she knew it would be a close run thing, her Jedi training included controlling her body and it’s needs but this was pushing it to the extreme. Her bladder throbbed every time she took a step and her bowels were cramping hard in need of release. The slaver nodded towards the trolley and the four girls, the other Torgruta seemingly joining, them picked up their trays and made their way into the room. The girls were forced to carefully carry their trays throughout the room in circles before stopping and waiting before starting again. This was difficult to do in such a crowded room, compounded by their obvious needs, which try as they might to keep subtle, was noticed by everyone present, mostly down to their constant squirming and at this point pronounced bladder bulges. The only respite from the torture was when their trays became empty and the girls could retreat into a servants alcove, allowing them the privacy to hold themselves and squirm frantically as their trays were refilled with fresh beverages. After an hour of this torture it was clear that the girls were at their breaking point. None of them could keep their desperation subtle, with Ashoka being asked more than once to stand in place as the slavers watched her squirm in need. Her bladder was on the verge of bursting and she desperately needed to let out a few drops, while she was having to stop in her circuits occasionally and clench her cheeks tightly as her bowels made a desperate bid for freedom and caused her tired sphincter to open and threaten to spill its contents into her tight costume. Returning to wait with the other girls, she could see that the Twei'lek girl had clearly leaked into her costume, her crotch darkened and glistening while she crossed and uncrossed her legs, causing her breasts to jiggle seductively and draw the eyes of many of patrons in the room. The Human girl too was clearly beginning to lose her battle too, while her loin cloth betrayed no hint of an accident, her blushing face and refusal to look at anyone clearly gave away her inability to hold in her urine any longer. The Torgruta Girl clearly shared Ashok’s dilemma as she could see her ass cheeks tightly clenched in the tight costume she was wearing as she marched in place. As she watched the girl gasped and looked down, drawing Ashoka’s eyes to her crotch which darkened briefly as the girl began to lose control. Watching her fellow slave begin to get release was too much for Ashoka’s tired and bursting bladder and she felt the crotch of her costume darken as the first few drops of urine escape her quivering woman hood and dampen her crotch covering. It was at this point the slaver in charge of their duty approached, taking in the sight of the four girls failing to control themselves with a look of disapproval. “As you clearly can’t contain yourselves, once her majesty finishes her opening address you may be allowed to relieve yourselves, however there is only one pot for four of you so be sure to be efficient in its use.” He said, with a malicious glint in his eye, before heading over to the alcove and placing a relatively small pot on the floor. The sight of their potential relief drove the four slaves crazy, making their squirming all the more frantic. As the Queen rose to her feet atop her throne she took in the sight of the four squirming girls and smiled. “Welcome my loyal subjects to our annual slave market…” she began, her sentence being greeted by cheers from the assembled crowd. Ashoka watched as the slave girls continued to slowly lose the battle with their bodies. The Twei'lek girl’s wet patch had now spread to her ass, while small rivulets of pee were running down the Human girl’s nude legs and forming a small puddle on the floor. The Torgruta girl was seemingly sacrificing her bladder to control her bowels as her wet patch steadily grew, highly visible on the light grey of her costume. Ashoka meanwhile was seriously struggling to retain any control at all. She had leaked a further two times into her crotch strap, which now clung warmly to her womanhood which throbbed with need. Meanwhile it took more and more of her willpower each time to hold back her waste, as the waves of desperation were getting stronger and more frequent, the additional rich food she ate this morning playing havoc on her stomach. This state of utter torture continued on for five excruciating minutes before the slaver Queen drew her speech to a close. “… Now before we begin our auction, all these drinks have made me in dire need of a chamber pot! Slaves! Bring me my pot!” This announcement was met with cheers from the crowd as the girls realised to their horror that their only source of relief was actually intended for the Queen. With slow desperate steps the four girls shakily picked up the pot, each girls’ bladders desperately protesting as they got so close to relief, and gingerly made their way through the grinning crowd to the Queen’s throne. “Excellent, two of you will hold my dress up, while one of you holds the pot nice and close, the final girl can wipe me clean when I am done.” The Queen said with a grin, taking in the four bursting girls around her “You two can hold my dress.” She said , gesturing to the Twei'lek and the Human. “While my newest slave can hold my pot!” The Queen decreed, smiling widely at Ashoka. Her shifting form giving away just how desperate to pass her waters as her slaves were. The two girls lifted up the Queen’s skirts, squirming as they stood. While Ashoka was forced to kneel down and slowly pull down the Queen’s undergarments, which she noticed to some surprised also bore a small wet patch. As she touched the Queen’s thighs that patch grew, causing Ashoka to groan and lose a spurt into her costume, a few spots of golden liquid splattering to the floor. As the Queen’s nether regions were laid bare to the crowd the trembling Torgruta handed Ashoka the pot, who placed it between the Queen’s thighs. She could feel a wave of desperation building in her bowels and prayed it held off long enough for the Queen to finish and allow Ashoka to stand back up, as she had no control in her current position. With a barely concealed moan the Queen began noisily emptying her bladder into the chamber pot. The sound caused all four slave girl’s crotches to darken further, with several spurts beginning to hit the floor. The sight and sound of relief proved too much for the poor Twei'lek who despite burning her hand in her crotch, began to shamefully wet herself, her tired bladder letting lose a thick stream into her hand, casing it to noisily splash down her legs and pool on the floor as she sagged in utter relief. The Torgruta girl too couldn’t hold her bladder any longer, squatting slightly and pissing forcefully through her costume, while holding her ass tightly with both hands. The Human girl miraculously held onto most of her bladder although two powerful spurts escaped and splattered onto the floor. While Ashoka too was forced to spurt into her costume. Her biggest problem was her bowels. Her current position left her ass cheeks spread and no matter how much she squirmed she could do little to prevent the first of several solid logs escaping from her tired Sphincter and beginning to tent the back of her costume. The young Jedi desperately tried one last time to hold back the inevitable, before with a shuddering moan, she lost all control and began to mess herself. Her first log curled thickly in the back of her costume before breaking off, before a second began to push its way out, with no more room her costume was pushed away from her ass, with the end off it beginning to poke out the sides, as Ashoka gave in and began to push out the third and final log, her bladder finally gave way and a golden waterfall ran from the crotch of her costume and pooled rapidly at her feet. The Human girl watched all this unfold with wide eyed horror before quickly, while still holding the Queen’s dress aloft, squatted down and pulled the front of her loin cloth to the side, as she revealed her skimpy crotch cover which was already soaked through a thick stream burst through the saturated material and splattered loudly onto the ground. The poor Torgruta girl who had finished wetting herself was frantically tugging at her costume, begging in common for help, but with her colleagues too busy disgracing themselves and the slavers too interested in the show. Her frantic squirming ending in her squatting down and noisily emptying her bowels into her costume, the tight material swishing her mess and causing it to hug her lithe figure uncomfortably. The Queen had at this point finished relieving herself and quietly gestured for the gathered slavers to leave the room. Once they were alone she sat back down on her throne, before looking on with a mysterious glint in her eye. “You all failed to wait like good slave girls should to relieve yourselves. So you will be punished.” She paused to allow the gravity of her words to sink in. “You will be taken from here, striped and cleaned before you will be brought back to me again. For the next 24 hours you will be fed and watered and will not leave my side for any reason as you attend to my *every* need in private. If you can do this without disgracing yourself again, then I will grant you permission to wear clothes and use the refresher. Otherwise your 24 hours will begin anew the minute you soil yourself.” The four slave girls listened to her words numbly, knowing their near future would most likely be filled with desperate accidents. ‘Master please hurry!’ Ashoka thought, noticing she hadn’t quite achieved complete relief in both her bladder and bowels. ‘I already need to go again.’
  3. Foreword: Updates will not be as frequent as the first time around. If you want to start by reading the first DP Game you can do so in the original thread or here. Reading the first part is, however, not a prerequisite to understand the second. A Beginning You wake in a dimly-lit room you do not recognize, slumped against a cold surface. The walls around you seem sturdy in a kind of rough way, dull metal or perhaps concrete. You initially feel a sense of muted panic, with questions like “where am I?”, “what is happening?” “am I in danger?” whirling around in your groggy head. However, as you come to, you try to ignore those thoughts as you look around the room to figure out where in the world you are. You look around. The room is small, but not claustrophobic. There is no apparent light source anywhere, though the room is not quite pitch black. You see a table on the other end of the room, and there appears to be two glasses of water on it. You stand upright to examine the strange setup, but as you do you realize there is a second person in the room with you, sitting against the wall as you were. The person appears to be a young man roughly your age, fast asleep. He seems about your height, so a little short for a guy. He seems to have a somewhat restless expression in his sleep, but his facial features are otherwise fairly soft. You can’t really tell what hair color he has because of the darkness and the green beanie he’s wearing, but you think he might be blonde. You shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him. “Huh?” The unknown person attempts to stand up, but is still somewhat incapacitated. “Where… are we?” You quickly explain that you just woke up and have no idea what is going on. “I’m drawing a blank, too… My last memory is…” He thinks for a moment. “I was at university. I was knocked out with some kind of strange gas.” You think back to what you can remember from before you awoke. Your name is Johanna. You are a university student and a competitive swimmer. Your birthday is seventh of August. Your favorite type of candy is licorice. Last night, you had dinner out with some friends, but went home somewhat early and stayed up late writing a paper. Before you went to bed, you went to the toilet, where… … Were you seriously kidnapped while on the toilet? You remember hearing a strange hissing noise, like a gas, and breathing in something weird. After thinking for a bit, you respond “I had a similar experience. I have no idea why we are here, so I suppose our best bet is to search around for a bit and see if we can figure out what is going on.” The stranger nods. “By the way, we should probably exchange names so we have something to call each-” He interrupts you. “Sorry. Things still feel too uncertain. It’s probably paranoid of me, but let’s not share names until we know what’s going on a little better. I hope you don’t think poorly of me for being overly cautious.” “I… can kinda see where you’re coming from. I think we need to trust each other and work together to get out of here, but we did just wake up in a strange place with no memories. We can think of nicknames later if we have to, but let’s just search the room for clues for now.” The two of you decide to look around the room for a while, as finding an escape seems to be the highest priority. After some time in the room, you are getting more and more used to the poor lighting. However, the room is empty except for the table and glasses of water you saw earlier. “Damn. It’s literally just the table with glasses. They seem strangely ominous, don’t you think?” “Yeah. I didn’t find any weaknesses in the walls either. It seems the glasses are our only clue. “Do you think… we’re supposed to drink this? They are wine glasses after all.” He attempts to smell the liquid. “It’s odorless, at least.” He seems to pause and think for a moment. “It seems weird we’d just be dumped in a room with poison, but even so we probably shouldn’t drink them unless we have a very good reason to.” As he thinks, he brings one of his hands to his face. That’s when you notice – “Hey, there’s something written on your arm, under your sleeve!” “Oh? You’re right… It says “Mime”. That’s weird, I wonder what that means.” You quickly check your own arm as well, and find the word “Chatty” written on it with some kind of marker pen. But before you have any time to consider what this might mean, a loud mechanical voice plays inside the room. “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” You and the stranger look around, trying to determine the source of the voice. No luck. “I guess we have to?” You say. “It seems kind of crazy but the voice said there would be consequences if we didn’t drink. In a game like this, that might mean…” He appears to be lost in thought. “If whoever locked us in here wanted to kill us, it feels like they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so already. But I’m getting a bad feeling. At the very least, we should take the time to look around for more clues while we can. We might still find something.” “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.” You glance around in the darkness. “I still think drinking it is a better call than not in this case, but we should exhaust our other options.” The stranger nods. … The two of you search around the room in silence, to no avail. As this is happening, you have an opportunity to assess yourself for the first time since you woke up. You are quite stiff, but otherwise you seem to be in one piece. You are wearing the same casual outfit you wore before you were kidnapped. Jeans, a shirt with a flower motif as well as a small jacket. You’re also becoming more and more aware of a more intimate fact. You need to pee… and quite badly. You have a big bladder, but so it’s not an emergency or anything. But you can tell you’re pretty full. Your eyes keep wandering to the glasses of water on the table, especially now that you know that one of them, for whatever reason, has a diuretic in it. Once again, the mechanical voice fills the room. “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” You turn to the stranger. “I think we’re out of options. We need to drink it now, or we’ll have to find out whatever unknown punishment we will suffer if we don’t.” He nods. “I’m still getting a bad feeling… But if you drink, so will I.” It seems the choice is wholly yours. What will you do? DECISION: Which glass to choose -The glass to the right -The glass to the left -Do not drink from either glass
  4. Foreword: No foreword, this time around. Special thanks to @Biku for looking at this in advance and convincing me I'm not crazy. Beginning You wake in a dimly-lit room you do not recognize, slumped against a cold surface. The walls around you seem sturdy in a kind of rough way, dull metal or perhaps concrete. You initially feel a sense of muted panic, with questions like “where am I?”, “what is happening?” “am I in danger?” whirling around in your groggy head. However, as you come to, you try to ignore those thoughts as you look around the room to figure out where in the world you are. You look around. The room is small, but not claustrophobic. You see a table on the other end of the room, and there appear to be two glasses of water on it. There appears to be some kind of graffiti on the wall above the table, though it’s hard to read it in this light. It’s clearly three words, and you can make out the first as “Elephant”. You stand upright to walk closer, but as you do you realize there is a second person in the room with you, sitting against the wall as you were. The person appears to be a young man roughly your age, fast asleep. He seems about your height, so a little short for a guy. He seems to have a somewhat restless expression in his sleep, but his facial features are otherwise fairly soft. You can’t really tell what hair color he has because of the darkness and the green beanie he’s wearing, but you think he might be blonde. You shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him. “Huh?” The unknown person attempts to stand up, but is still somewhat incapacitated. “Where… are we?” You quickly explain that you just woke up and have no idea what is going on. “This is all very strange to me as well… One minute I was at university and the next… I remember hearing a strange sound, then I was inhaling some kind of gas which knocked me out.” You think back to what you can remember from before you awoke. Your name is Johanna. You are a university student and a competitive swimmer. Your birthday is seventh of August. Your favorite color type of candy is licorice. Last night, you had dinner out with some friends, but went home somewhat early and stayed up late writing a paper. Before you went to bed, you went to the toilet, where… … Were you seriously kidnapped while on the toilet? You remember hearing a strange hissing noise, like a gas, and breathing in something weird. After thinking for a bit, you respond “I had a similar experience. I have no idea why we are here, so I suppose our best bet is to search around for a bit and see if we can figure out what is going on.” The stranger nods. “By the way, we should probably exchange names so we have something to call each other. If you can think of anything that might explain why we are here that might also…” you trail off. “Right… The name is Simon. I’m a university student. I can’t think of anyone who would want to kidnap me or anything.” “I guess that would’ve been a bit too easy. I’m Johanna. I am also a university student, and I don’t really think I have any enemies or anything… or at least not anyone who would kidnap me.” The two of you decide to look around the room for a while, as finding an escape seems to be the highest priority. After some time in the room, you are getting more and more used to the poor lighting. However, the room is empty except for the table and glasses of water you saw earlier, as well as the graffiti. “Elephant owed ethylene” you read out loud. “What in the world does that even mean? I assume ethylene is some kind of chemical compound, but it seems like nonsense to me.” “It’s mostly used for plastic production, but yeah.” Simon replies, seemingly more to himself than to you. “Seems like gibberish. Perhaps it’s some kind of code?” The two of you spend a few more minutes examining the room, but find nothing else. “What do you think about these glasses? I thought they had water in them but I guess that’s not a guarantee. Since they are wine glasses they seem intended for drinking, but that just screams suspicious, don’t you think?” Simon attempts to smell the liquid. “It’s odorless, at least.” He seems to pause and think for a moment. “You are right this is very suspicious. It seems strange that we’d just be dumped in a room with two glasses of poison, but then again this whole situation is strange. We probably shouldn’t drink them unless we have a very good reason to.” As Simon thinks, he brings one of his hands to his face. That’s when you notice – “Hey, there’s something written on your arm, under your sleeve!” “Oh? You’re right… It says “Mime”. That’s weird, I wonder what that means.” You quickly check your own arm as well, and find the word “Chatty” written on it with some kind of marker pen. But before you have any time to consider what this might mean, a loud mechanical voice plays inside the room. “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” You and Simon look around, trying to determine the source of the voice. No luck. “We probably shouldn’t do it.” You say. “It would be crazy to drink some kind of mystery liquid in this situation, no matter how you look at it”. Simon appears to be lost in thought. “If whoever locked us in here wanted to kill us, it feels like they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so already. Even so, I’m also a little skeptical of that liquid. The voice mentioned some kind of penalty if we didn’t drink it, so if this situation is serious, we might not have a choice but to follow the instructions.” “It said the time limit was ten minutes, right? Maybe we should at least wait for a little bit and consider out options before we decide to drink it. I agree about the penalty though, even if we have no idea what it is it seems like we would want to avoid it.” “It’s not much, but it’s probably the best plan we have at the moment.” Simon throws a glance at the table. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a way to exit the room before then?” … The two of you search around the room in silence, to no avail. As this is happening, you have an opportunity to assess yourself for the first time since you woke up. You are quite stiff, but otherwise you seem to be in one piece. You are wearing the same casual outfit you wore before you were kidnapped. Jeans, a shirt with a flower motif as well as a small jacket. You’re also becoming more and more aware of a more intimate fact. You kinda sorta need to pee. You have a pretty big bladder, but so it’s not an emergency or anything. But you can tell you’re pretty full. Your eyes keep wandering to the glasses of water on the table, especially now that you know that one of them, for whatever reason, has a diuretic in it. Once again, the mechanical voice fills the room. “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” Simon turns to you “Still nothing?” You shrug. “I guess our only options are to drink from the glass, or to find out what this punishment is. We don’t really have much information to make a decision here. What is your call?” You pause for a moment. “I somehow get the sense that whatever the punishment is, it will be worse than drinking.” Simon nods “I guess that’s as good of a reason as we’re going to get.” Once again, the mechanical voice booms. “There is now only one minute remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” You step forward, and turn to Simon. “I’m feeling lucky. I’ll pick one, and you the other?” He nods. “They’re both the same to me, and someone has to choose. Go for it.” DECISION: Which glass to choose THE GLASS TO THE RIGHT THE GLASS TO THE LEFT
  5. You wake in a dimly-lit room you do not recognize, slumped against a cold surface. The walls around you seem sturdy in a kind of rough way, dull metal or perhaps concrete. You initially feel a sense of muted panic, with questions like “where am I?”, “what is happening?” “am I in danger?” whirling around in your groggy head. However, as you come to, you try to ignore those thoughts as you look around the room to figure out where in the world you are. You look around. The room is small, but not claustrophobic. You see a table on the other end of the room, and there appear to be two glasses of water on it. There appears to be some kind of graffiti on the wall above the table, though it’s hard to read it in this light. It’s clearly three words, and you can make out the first as “Elephant”. You stand upright to walk closer, but as you do you realize there is a second person in the room with you, sitting against the wall as you were. The person appears to be a young man roughly your age, fast asleep. He seems about your height, so a little short for a guy. He seems to have a somewhat restless expression in his sleep, but his facial features are otherwise fairly soft. You can’t really tell what hair color he has because of the darkness and the green beanie he’s wearing, but you think he might be blonde. You shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him. “Huh?” The unknown person attempts to stand up, but is still somewhat incapacitated. “Where… are we?” You quickly explain that you just woke up and have no idea what is going on. “This is all very strange to me as well… One minute I was at university and the next… I remember hearing a strange sound, then I was inhaling some kind of gas which knocked me out.” You think back to what you can remember from before you awoke. Your name is Johanna. You are a university student and a competitive swimmer. Your birthday is seventh of August. Your favorite type of candy is licorice. Last night, you had dinner out with some friends, but went home somewhat early and stayed up late writing a paper. Before you went to bed, you went to the toilet, where… … Were you seriously kidnapped while on the toilet? You remember hearing a strange hissing noise, like a gas, and breathing in something weird. After thinking for a bit, you respond “I had a similar experience. I have no idea why we are here, so I suppose our best bet is to search around for a bit and see if we can figure out what is going on.” The stranger nods. “By the way, we should probably exchange names so we have something to call each other. If you can think of anything that might explain why we are here that might also…” you trail off. “Right… The name is Simon. I’m a university student. I can’t think of anyone who would want to kidnap me or anything.” “I guess that would’ve been a bit too easy. I’m Johanna. I am also a university student, and I don’t really think I have any enemies or anything… or at least not anyone who would kidnap me.” The two of you decide to look around the room for a while, as finding an escape seems to be the highest priority. After some time in the room, you are getting more and more used to the poor lighting. However, the room is empty except for the table and glasses of water you saw earlier, as well as the graffiti. “Elephant owed ethylene” you read out loud. “What in the world does that even mean? I assume ethylene is some kind of chemical compound, but it seems like nonsense to me.” “It’s mostly used for plastic production, but yeah.” Simon replies, seemingly more to himself than to you. “Seems like gibberish. Perhaps it’s some kind of code?” The two of you spend a few more minutes examining the room, but find nothing else. “What do you think about these glasses? I thought they had water in them but I guess that’s not a guarantee. Since they are wine glasses they seem intended for drinking, but that just screams suspicious, don’t you think?” Simon attempts to smell the liquid. “It’s odorless, at least.” He seems to pause and think for a moment. “You are right this is very suspicious. It seems strange that we’d just be dumped in a room with two glasses of poison, but then again this whole situation is strange. We probably shouldn’t drink them unless we have a very good reason to.” As Simon thinks, he brings one of his hands to his face. That’s when you notice – “Hey, there’s something written on your arm, under your sleeve!” “Oh? You’re right… It says “Mime”. That’s weird, I wonder what that means.” You quickly check your own arm as well, and find the word “Chatty” written on it with some kind of marker pen. But before you have any time to consider what this might mean, a loud mechanical voice plays inside the room. “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” You and Simon look around, trying to determine the source of the voice. No luck. “We probably shouldn’t do it.” You say. “It would be crazy to drink some kind of mystery liquid in this situation, no matter how you look at it”. Simon appears to be lost in thought. “If whoever locked us in here wanted to kill us, it feels like they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so already. Even so, I’m also a little skeptical of that liquid. The voice mentioned some kind of punishment if we didn’t drink it, so if this situation is serious, we might not have a choice but to follow the instructions.” “It said the time limit was ten minutes, right? Maybe we should at least wait for a little bit and consider our options before we decide to drink it.” “It’s not much, but it’s probably the best plan we have at the moment.” Simon throws a glance at the table. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a way to exit the room before then?” … The two of you search around the room in silence, to no avail. As this is happening, you have an opportunity to assess yourself for the first time since you woke up. You are quite stiff, but otherwise you seem to be in one piece. You are wearing the same casual outfit you wore before you were kidnapped. Jeans, a shirt with a flower motif as well as a small jacket. You’re also becoming more and more aware of a more intimate fact. You kinda sorta need to pee. You have a pretty big bladder, but so it’s not an emergency or anything. But you can tell you’re pretty full. Your eyes keep wandering to the glasses of water on the table, especially now that you know that one of them, for whatever reason, has a diuretic in it. Once again, the mechanical voice fills the room. “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” Simon turns to you “Still nothing?” You shrug. “I guess our only options are to drink from the glass, or to find out what this punishment is. We don’t really have much information to make a decision here. What is your call?” You pause for a moment. “I somehow get the sense that whatever the punishment is, it will be worse than drinking.” Simon nods “I guess that’s as good of a reason as we’re going to get.” Once again, the mechanical voice booms. “There is now only one minute remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” You step forward, and turn to Simon. “I’m feeling lucky. I’ll pick one, and you the other?” He nods. “They’re both the same to me, and someone has to choose. Go for it.” DECISION: Which glass to choose -The glass to the right -The glass to the left
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