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  1. Mad Bladder

    Sarah’s Night of Shame

    **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  2. Thorn177

    Andi's Secret

    I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
  3. Are you more into the sadistic side (others' desperation and wetting themselves) or masochist side (self desperation and wetting) of omorashi? I'm sorry if the description offends some, I can't think of better words. Anyway, please answer the poll and explain if you feel like it. And please post what you are if none of the answers fit you. I'm personally pure sadist, I find the notion of me wetting myself horribly humiliating, which I suppose would make it all the more gratifying to watch if it ever happens.
  4. Hi, Following my earlier Voyager fic, I was asked to write something about Enterprise. I'm not as familiar with this show, but I felt that the mirror universe would be more fitting for an Omorashi-themed story. I hope you enjoy it. Trials “Stardate 2154.69, Judge-Advocate’s log. Investigation resumes into the recent events onboard ISS Columbia NX-02. Be seated” The assembled officers returned to their chairs, awaiting the show. A shapely Vulcan female was brought forward, hands shackled behind her full rear. “T’Pol of Vulcan, we have heard how computer systems on the Columbia had been sabotaged mere hours after its contact with your vessel, the Enterprise. An inspection revealed components of the virus’ source code in your personal data store, and logs indicate that your access codes had been used on the communications terminal. Do you have anything further to offer?” T’Pol raised her head, and met the Judge-Advocate’s gaze from behind her long brown hair. “Your honor, I would like the record to show that my right to a defence counsel has not been granted, and several other basic facilities have been denied me during this trial.” Those in the front row saw T’Pol’s elegant legs shift slightly in her long overalls. “It is so noted. Frankly, Lieutenant, you’re lucky you’re even getting a trial.” Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout the humans in the room – the Vulcan people were not popular in this Terran Empire. “Further,” T’Pol added, “I would like to bring into question the nature of the evidence gathered. It is my understanding that the data was too fragmented to guarantee a match.” “A technicality” spat the Judge-Advocate. “Regarding the communications log, I have admitted that I used that terminal at that time to carry out my proscribed duties onboard the ship” “How convenient” he sneered. “Unfortunately for you, Vulcan, we have another witness. Call Hoshi Sato.” The petite communications officer swaggered forward, her overall unzipped to reveal pert cleavage. “Please state your name and rank for the record” “Lieutenant Hoshi Sato, Communications Officer and Executive Aide, ISS Enterprise” Coughs at the back of the room stifled derisive laughter at this euphemistic title. Those in the know understood her real role on-board to be facilitating stress relief for the vessel’s notoriously irascible commanding officer. Captain Forrest sat up straighter in his seat at the Board, appraising Sato’s bare midriff with ill-disguised ardor. “Thank you Lieutenant. Can you please summarise the actions taken that resulted in sabotage to the Columbia?” “Yes, your honor. I had concluded my morning duties at the communications terminal, and locked the station to perform tasks elsewhere on the ship. As I was leaving, I witnessed the accused crossing the bridge and using my station.” “As I have done on many previous occasions-“ attempted T’Pol “Silence! So, you’ve done it before, have you? Carry on, Lieutenant Sato.” “Yes sir. When I returned at 13:20 hours, I observed several anomalous readings in the diagnostic I was running. I reset the program and continued with my duties”. “And there we have it, Vulcan! You were seen accessing the terminal and we have records-“ “I must protest! There is no evide-“ cried T’Pol desperately. “Be silent, woman! I’ve heard more than enough from you! Guards!” At his command, one MACO soldier grabbed T’Pol by the shoulder while another jabbed her in the side with his stun baton. T’Pol convulsed as the charge ravaged her strained body, and a small damp patch began to spread between her tight legs. Sato returned to her seat and crossed her legs tauntingly, smirking at her unfortunate colleague. “Now…” uttered the Judge-Advocate “It is my understanding that Captain Hernandez of the ISS Columbia would like to address the accused.” T’Pol was standing straight again, the moisture between her legs contained for the moment. Sweat was starting to form at her smooth temples as Erika Hernandez approached her. “You’re doing very well, you know” whispered Hernandez into T’Pol’s curved ear. “I can barely see where you’ve leaked. A testament to Vulcan discipline, I suppose.” Erika paced around behind T’Pol before leaning in to her other ear. “I don’t hate all Vulcans. Just the ones who sabotage my ship!” T’Pol had been braced, but she still wavered at the blossoming pain in her jaw where Hernandez’ slap had caught her. Her knees wavered slightly as another jet of urine seeped into her form-fitting uniform. “Our computer systems failed, but not straight away… no, we were in a nebula, monitoring an enemy transport route when your virus hit. Everything went down. We even had to seal all internal doors to sustain life support.” T’Pol said nothing, using every meditation technique she knew in an attempt to control her fear and her bulging bladder. “You think you’re in a situation now? I’d been on that bridge for five hours when we had to lock down. Hardly any heat, no shielding from the nebula’s light. No way to get to the head… and I really needed to get to the head.” T’Pol closed her eyes at this torture, and even some of the crowd started to look uncomfortable. “But I couldn’t! I didn’t have your Vulcan tricks… I didn’t have the excuse of a stun-baton to the kidney. I had to hold it in, through hours of pain and control.” Hernandez leaned in closer again, and whispered “I even started to like it.” “So if you ever get near a computer again, think of how you feel right now. I am.” T’Pol risked opening her eyes and glancing at the prowling captain, noticing how her own abdomen was equally distended. “I’ve been holding this all day, just for you.” She looked up at the bench. “Your honor?” The Judge-Advocate nodded at the MACO troops, who dragged T’Pol to her knees as Erika began to shrug out of her jumpsuit. When T’Pol looked up again, the captain was down to the undershirt that hung to her bare upper thigh. Pacing on the spot by this point, Hernandez gestured to the troopers to get out of the way before moving forward, her proud slit just above the Vulcan’s field of view. “Enjoy…” gasped Erika as she let go, her glistening stream hissing powerfully into T’Pol’s stoical face. Her dishevelled hair plastered back against her head as the hot micturition cascaded down her collar and brushed her full lips, held tightly shut as she still struggled to contain her own need throughout this sadistic onslaught. Finally, the well ran dry and T’Pol was left spluttering as Erika basked in victory and relief. “You’d better not make any more mess, Vulcan” she muttered. She was about to step back into her discarded clothing when a smile crossed her cruel features. “Boys, I need something to wipe with”. Enthusiastically, the loyal MACO men set about T’Pol’s splatted uniform. They had practically torn it to shreds before finding any material dry enough to meet with Hernandez’ approval. Erika pocketed the sodden rag as she finished adjusting her uniform, while T’Pol simply knelt in her drenched undergarments. “A fine display of justice, Captain Hernandez” uttered the Judge-Advocate. “Can I take that as a ‘guilty’ vote?” Laughter echoed around the oppressive courtroom, and after a few brief whispers the Board had prepared its verdict. Captain Forrest stood, in his role as the accused’s commanding officer it fell to him to deliver the pronouncement. “We find the accused, Lieutenant T’Pol of the ISS Enterprise NX-01, guilty of the following charges: Sabotage, Wilful dereliction of duty in failing to safeguard an allied ship, Fraudulent use of access codes, Computer-related offences and Grand Imperial Treason” “Yes indeed” replied the Judge-Advocate. “The only conceivable punishment here is death. Next… The investigation of Hoshi Sato into the recent events onboard ISS Columbia NX-02, namely incompetence in the execution of her duty and criminal-“ “WHAT?” bellowed both Hoshi and Max Forrest at once. “It’s quite clear” replied the Judge-Advocate. “As a direct result of Lieutenant Sato’s negligence, a Vulcan had unrestricted access to vital Starfleet equipment with results as we just heard. That’s practically aiding and abetting, and she must be subjected to the same punishments!” “Well, perhaps not exactly the same” giggled Captain Hernandez. “I don’t think I can drink that fast”. Forrest looked in horror at his fellow captain, while the rest of the court continued laughing. “This is intolerable!” cried Forrest, hastily paging through his notes. “Ah, here. Operational requirements. I don’t care about the Vulcan, we have hundreds of them, but Sato is vital to the continued functioning of the ship!” More cynical whispers filled the room. The girl might have some oral talents… to say the least… but she was really nothing more than a glorified secretary and they all knew it. “Be that as it may, captain, the statutes are very clear – the offense was carried out as a result of two people’s actions. That’s practically a criminal conspiracy!” screeched the Judge-Advocate. The captain looked astonished. “This is ridic-“ “May I be of assistance, Captain?” uttered a shadowy figure. The judge looked to the supposedly locked door. “Court recognises Commander Noel Madoxi, head of extra-terrestrial operations for Section 31” “I couldn’t help overhearing your dilemma, Sir.” These niceties was a calculated insult, all assembled knew that Section 31 operatives were the elite enforcers of Imperial Orthodoxy. They went wherever they wanted to, and overheard everything. “I think we might be able to help. True, Imperial law dictates that these two must now share a punishment – but I think that might not necessarily be death, yes?” “…go on…” stated Captain Forrest nervously. “My teams have been working on Vulcan, and we’ve had a few problems… problems that I think your two young officers here might be able to help us with. Don’t misunderstand me, it won’t be pleasant for either of them… but you’re quite likely to get your gorgeous young Communications Officer back in one piece.” Forrest felt trapped. He knew that his attachment to Sato had become a weakness, and having her killed would probably solve a lot of problems for him in the long-terms. However, Section 31 was now involved and offering him a way out? It seemed like he didn’t have a choice any more. And besides, there was no guarantee that they would both make it back…” His moment of calculation over, Forrest addressed the sinister commander. “I accept. My crewmembers are offered on a secondment, to Section 31’s Vulcan project”. “Witnessed” replied the Judge-Advocate. “Ladies, consider yourselves very lucky. Court is adjourned.” The room emptied around T’Pol, still prostrate on the frigid floor in a pool of Hernandez’ cooling urine. Eventually MACO guards came for her, roughly dragging her limp form through the corridors and leading her finally to a cell with a washroom. Despite her earlier degradation, T’Pol had managed to hold most of her fullness even as her fate was discussed around her. She couldn’t stand, but managed to drag herself across the cell floor and up onto the grime-covered toilet. She didn’t even have the coordination left to pull down her sopping underwear, and simply pissed through the saturated panties for over a minute. After a few more moments, her meditations took effect and she felt clearer. She glanced over to the hard pallet bed, and saw that a message had been delivered. She got to her feet and hobbled across the room on sore legs, running the message through the terminal with this week’s resistance decryption key. “T’Pol, Unable to stop the trial but have found a Section 31 operative open to persuasion, has agreed to find alternative sentence. We had to surrender the location of Pa’Tiz temple, though he won’t be able to access the interior without a willing Vulcan. Ideally it won’t happen soon, any Vulcan aiding him will suffer at the temple’s defences. Even if this happens, the knowledge it protects is written in an ancient Preserver dialect and will be unintelligible without the aid of a prodigy in linguistics. Live long and prosper, X” T’Pol closed her eyes again in despair, a lone tear puncturing her exhausted resolve. To be continued...