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  1. ShallowBear52

    Serious changes in sexual life

    So since i'm in a relationship for 2 weeks there has been a lot of things that changed since then. For example i haven masturbated for a whole week now.(well, tbh my girlfriend gave me a hand job on Sunday, i don't know it it counts, but other than that i haven't touched myself). I don't know if it's because the sudden change,but i used to masturbate in everyday (some times 2 times on one day) but now i don't do it. My first sex experience was not so good, we used condom and i couldn't really feel her and i couldn't cum either. And one day later the same happened,well, i used different condoms that time is i felt her better but not as much if like i didn't used a condom, but i couldn't cum neither that time. (what i mean is that we had sex on Tuesday and Wednesday, but i couldn't cum in neither day). I also starting to think i do not like diapers anymore like i used to do, i don't really know if this is right or there is something wrong with me.. oh and i felt like i was running out of stamina when i was fucking her pussy with my cock, do i really need to do exercises if i want to "be good" in bed?
  2. Version 1.6.0

    155 downloads

    The final update to the series! (Till later on in the future when it's continued in chapter 2!) The story continues leaving off after Rick had his way with Brandon's sister.. He wants revenge on him but things turn out in a whole other way when he shows up to school to find out that all the girls have been drugged. This causes them to become very horny.. but will Brandon get his revenge and how will it all end?! Find out in the final update below! (Two zip files as it's a big update!) (Please leave your feedback below! For those not following my update posts on patreon.. this is the last update for this comic. It's more of a end to this certain chapter in the story, but the series won't be continued for quite some time in order for me to do what most people are wishing to see more content of over on my patreon page. Which currently they want to see less story and more action 3d comics, so if that stays that way on the voting poll.. It'll be what I post for a while till there's a demand for other content. It's very important for me to gather feedback from my fans and I only have voting polls on my patreon, which is free for all to see. If you haven't got me bookmarked on that page, please do so as it's where I keep people informed about my status!) Thank you all!! ❤️

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  3. Version 1.0.0

    131 downloads

    Brandon meets a new girl and maybe rivals finally have their day? [update!] I now have a patreon that hosts all the comic updates, my comics will stay free for all aside from a few one off comics, extras and video content. Long on-going series such as this one will never have any updates to them that require money. If you like my comics and wish to support me, it's greatly welcomed but isn't required! I'll continue to upload all content here as well, but just adding more options for others to follow for updates as well. https://www.patreon.com/diapers

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  4. View File JAV - MIAE-001 - School Girl Accident Leads to Bullying and Sex Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  5. Version 1.0.0

    331 downloads

    Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach

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  6. View File JAV - DOCP-049 - Very Leaky Housewife Sex Title says much there is to say, but know that this is a lot of squirty, leaky, bed-wetting sexy times with only a little peeing and panty wetting. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  7. Version 1.0.0

    274 downloads

    Title says much there is to say, but know that this is a lot of squirty, leaky, bed-wetting sexy times with only a little peeing and panty wetting. Enjoy, Rach

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  8. View File JAV - Bondage Forced Wetting A school girl gets tied up and wet herself, sex and squirting also ensue. Enjoy! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 03/17/2019 Category Female videos Clothing  
  9. rachelkirwan

    JAV - Bondage Forced Wetting

    Version 1.0.0

    289 downloads

    A school girl gets tied up and wet herself, sex and squirting also ensue. Enjoy! Rach

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  10. Version 1.0.0

    167 downloads

    A new boy student shows up at the school right in time for another training session.. But how will Brandon handle this situation, now that he wasn't the only guy in school.

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  11. Hey, folks. Sorry for the long delay -- but I think you'll understand, when you see the size of this thing! In fact, it's over 10,000 words and still not done. This is just part one, and I'll post a few more bits shortly. The last two parts have yet to be written. I don't usually do this, posting a story that's not yet fully written out, but I couldn't keep you waiting any longer (ironic, I suppose, for a desperation fic writer). Part of my problem was being busy at work; part of my problem is that this story is definitely an autumn story (crunchy fallen leaves and so on) and it's spring-going-on-summer in my part of the world, so I've been having a hard time getting into the mood! I'll post the usual links, then let you get to reading. (Volume 2 links only; if you want Volume 1, PM me) Sexting Cabin in the Woods City Lights ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fall arrived with a hint of winter in the back of the wind. Leaves blew across the paths and crunched underfoot. Pumpkins were suddenly everywhere. (So were Christmas displays, but people of good taste chose to ignore these until after Thanksgiving.) Parker’s breath fogged in the morning as he crunched to class; then it fogged all day long. Meagan started wearing jeans and a sweatshirt everywhere, and Parker loved this. Then she added a woolly hat, and this made her cuter still. Parker was particularly looking forward to Thanksgiving break. A whole week off. The year before he’d gone home for Thanksgiving, but it had cost his dad a lot of hours on the road picking him up and driving him back, and besides, the much-longer Christmas break was just a few weeks away. So it felt like too little time visiting for such a long travel time. Besides, Meagan was staying on-campus too. She was quite happy about this. “It’s gonna be so much fun,” she said. “We’ll do our own Thanksgiving, just you and me, and we’ll have the campus to ourselves… we’ll have my room to ourselves…” The only dark spot on the horizon was the fight Meagan had with her mother about not coming back. “She wants me home,” Meagan said. “And, honestly, I see why… the whole family comes together. It’s a big deal. But I told her I’ve got too much work to do, because I would much rather spend the week here with you than back in a town that drives me crazy.” She sighed. “But I think mom knows I’m not really telling her everything… she got pretty pissed when I said I wasn’t coming back until Christmas.” She sighed. “Christmas is gonna suck. Which makes me want to go home even less.” “Anything I can do?” Parker asked. “Nah. Nothing more than you’re already doing. And what you’re going to be doing. Hey, speaking of, what do you want to do that week? Remember, we’ll have the room to ourselves…” “Oh, I remember,” Parker said with feeling. “I definitely remember.” “Wanna do anything special?” “I did have an idea or two.” “So did I. You first.” “I was hoping we could do some desperation—” “Oh, totally. I figured.” “—But I wanted to go a little farther this time.” “Farther?” He took a deep breath. “If you’re okay with it, I was hoping we could play around the whole week. A bit like we did at the cabin. I was thinking… I was wondering if I could decide where and when you got to pee all week.” Meagan grinned. “Maybe not all week,” she said, coyly. “But definitely we can do that for some of it.” “Why not all week?” “A, I need to get some work done, and B, remember that it’s tiring? I don’t think I could do it all week.” “Okay—how about this? You have to ask me permission to pee, but I promise I’ll say yes if we’re working or when you need to take a day off. And you’ll get some power over me. Say, you decide whether or not I get to come?” She laughed, low and sultry. “Oh, lover, you do know how to sell me something… ’Kay, we can do this—if I get an override.” “Of course. Consent first. But that means I get an override on coming.” “Mmm, I just figured if you came I wouldn’t punish you any.” “Balance, hon.” “Fair enough. But I’m gonna need to pee more often than we have sex. So… let’s say I get one override per day and you get one override for the week.” “You’ve got a deal.” “I can’t wait…” “Oh, but you will. And so will I.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Friday before Spring Break was a traditional time for parties. The Friday before Thanksgiving Break generally just meant a lot of people going home. Dacy wasn’t one; she left Saturday morning. Therefore, Meagan had decreed, the break didn’t start until they had the room to themselves. Dacy took a little longer to get out the door than expected, so Parker made all three of them breakfast. Once Dacy was gone, however, Meagan and Parker didn’t immediately jump into bed together. Well, they did, but fully clothed, and just to watch TV episodes that Parker had ripped from DVD. Nothing even remotely sexy happened until Meagan got up to go to the bathroom. “Where are you headed?” “Bathroom.” “Have you asked permission?” She grinned. “Sorry, forgot. May I go to the bathroom, please?” “You may,” he said graciously. Maybe this little exchange got them thinking. After the episode finished, Meagan rolled over onto her belly, bare feet kicked up behind her, chin rested on her hands, and said, “I think I’m done with TV for today.” “So what do you want to do now?” Parker asked. She wriggled a little. The effect was a little spoiled by the fact that she was wearing sweatpants. But only a little. It turned out she wasn’t wearing anything under those sweats. Or under her t-shirt. Some time later, Parker was behind her, thrusting deep, holding on to her hips. Meagan was keeping her weight up with one arm, using her free hand to wield her vibrator. “Oh, by the way,” she said over her shoulder, between her panting breath, “you have my permission to come.” “Thank you. Forgot that…” “Thought you might have. But I want you to. Come in me…” Afterward, Meagan stood up with a satisfied smile, stretching. “’Kay, I should pee. May I?” “Of course. Safety first. I’ll do the same.” Meagan pulled on her light robe and slipped out into the hall. Parker pulled his sweats on and went down to the boy’s bathroom. Meagan was waiting in the doorway when he came back, holding her robe closed with one hand. “It’s a good thing we’re alone,” she said. “It’s incredibly obvious what we were just up to.” “Nobody’s business even if we weren’t,” Parker said. “Yeah, but think of the advantages,” she replied, and let her robe fall open. “I take your point…” But in fact they weren’t totally alone. Gerard, their jovial RA, had drawn the short straw to watch the dorm over the break. He was down at the far end of the opposite hallway, however, all the way across the lobby. Since he was the only other person in the building, they actually saw him a little more than usual, and wound up eating together in the dorm kitchen several times. But he gave them plenty of room, and they definitely had the whole hallway to themselves Sunday was a work day, theoretically. Meagan didn’t want to spend too many days goofing off until she’d gotten a few projects done. But it was a lazy-Sunday kind of day, and while some work occurred, it was occasionally interrupted by making out. Meagan had gotten into the routine of asking for Parker’s permission to pee, but since she’d expressed a desire to get work done, he hadn’t refused her yet. Monday morning they woke each other up with more make-outs, and when Meagan asked if she could go pee, Parker considered it for a second and said, “Hmm… another ten minutes of making out.” She shook her head. “I actually need to take a dump too, so I’m using my override.” “Fair enough.” But with his power challenged, he decided he was going to be a little more controlling today. Over breakfast, however, Meagan said, “I don’t feel like I got enough work done yesterday. I want to finish up my essay before we do anything else.” “Want my help?” “Just help me on stay track. No distractions.” “I can do that.” So some hours when she asked, “Bathroom?” he said, “Let me see how much you’ve written.—No, not yet. Two more paragraphs, then you can go.” Her eyes twinkled. “I see what you’re up to, boy.” “Just helping you stay on track!” With this “motivation,” Meagan did indeed finish her essay that day. To celebrate, and because she said she was feeling like a slug, they went to the gym. Most campus buildings were still open for various professors coming and going or—in the case of the athletic center—community members coming in to use the facilities. So the weight room was open but empty. Without any fear of being overheard, Parker was more open and direct. “Need to go?” he asked Meagan as she did her squats. “You know it,” she said, not quite smiling because she was lifting a fairly heavy load. “Well, you can’t, not yet. Keep going!” “I hadn’t even asked yet, goofball.” “Yeah, but I could see it in you.” “I can go a lot longer than this. Even doing squats.” “Oh yeah? Just for that, you’re going to have to.” By her last set, Meagan was noticeably locked down tight. After finishing, she stood breathing hard and drinking water with her legs casually crossed. “Now do I get to go?” she asked, between sips. “Nope.” Meagan cast a slightly-imploring glance at the women’s room as they walked past it, and then drew in a sharp breath as they stepped outside into the cool fall evening. Parker saw her clench her fists, her butt—every muscle—for a moment, before moving on calmly as if nothing were wrong. Back in their empty dorm, Meagan said, “I’m gonna shower, ’kay?” “No problem. You just don’t get to pee yet.” “Really?” she said, one hand on her cocked hip as if she were angry—but her eyes still twinkled. “I am definitely ready to piss, hon, the shower is gonna be hard.” “So you’re saying you can’t do it? Gonna use an override?” “Oh, you went there, huh? Doubting me?” “You just said it’d be hard.” “Yeah, but that was just me whining. This is you doubting my ability. No way. I’ll totally do it. And to prove it to you, you’re showering with me.” “Oooooh.” Rather than having her scout the way and then sneaking him into the girls’ bathroom, as she’d done back in the spring, they simply walked in—with only Gerard in the whole building, it wasn’t like they needed to be secretive. Meagan cast an imploring glance at the bank of empty stalls—and then turned the other way, to the showers. She groaned a bit as her workout shorts hit the floor, and she groaned again as the water started to run. “Mmmkay, this may be the hardest thing you’ve asked me to do yet,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath, set her jaw, and dived under the water. “Want some help washing up?” Parker asked. “Sure,” she said. He squatted down and began to wash her feet and legs. He went slow, however, and she was done with the upper part of her body much faster. She looked down at him, her hair dark with water, the shower still pouring warmth onto her shoulder, and said, “Taking your time?” “Why? You need to be somewhere?” “I need to pee somewhere.” He soaped up butt and hips, then slid his hands over her bladder. She tensed—no, she was already tense, she spasmed. “God, I can barely hold it when you do that,” she said. “I’m barely even pushing.” “Doesn’t matter…” “Would you like to let go?” “Uh, yeah.” “Go ahead. Pee right here.” For a couple seconds nothing happened. “Crap, I’m too locked down,” she muttered. “Need some help?” “If you push on me right now, boy, I will end you…” “Okay. Just relax. Lean on me. Spread your legs. Feel the water running over you.” A few moments later she gave a little shiver, then a sigh, and the tension drained out of her. Her flow mingled with the water running down her legs and off her body. The scent of her piss wafted up to them on the steam. “There you go,” he whispered in her ear. “Whew,” she said after she was drained. “That was really hard. Harder than I thought.” “You managed, though! You’re so amazing!” “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said with a chuckle. She turned around to face him and took his erection in her hand. “You’re nice and hard.” “Mmhm.” “That turned you on a lot, huh?” “Yeah, but not half as much as what I’ve got planned for us tomorrow,” he said. “Tomorrow?” she said, eyebrows going up. “Yep.” “I’m gonna warn you, after this my bladder muscles might be a little tired.” “That shouldn’t be a big problem. I wanna try something different.” She thought it over. “’Kay, we can do more tomorrow. But there’s a price tag attached.” “You’re gonna make me wait to come, aren’t you.” “It’s like you know me,” she said, and kissed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'll see if I can get Pt. 2 posted (in this thread) later tonight.
  12. It sounded like a fun idea at first. 2 gay couples, all friends, on a date together, dressed in their cute Thai student uniforms, with white blouses and sky blue skirts. They'd have a curry and a few beers at the new place in town, then go for a romantic evening stroll before retiring for some fun. The 4 girls had been best friends for a while, bonding in the university's LGBT society. Each was a spectacular beauty in a unique way. Sudarat was the most feminine, a small lady with her long brown hair plaited and her face innocent. Her girlfriend Natchaya was also deeply feminine, with long black hair in a ponytail. The other couple, while still wondrous beauties, were a little more Amazonian. Sirada was a dignified young lady, with shoulder length black hair. Her girlfriend Yanisa was the strongest, an athlete, unusually tall, with lithe muscles and her shoulder length brown hair in a ponytail. All had initially been attracted to each other when first meeting, but over time had settled into the partnerships which most suited them. This was going to be a great evening. Or so they thought. Their curry tasted OK, but was extremely spicy even by their standards. Of course, being Thai girls born and bred, this meant little to them, and they washed it down with plenty of cheap lager. After finishing their meal and paying, the girls got up. "Man, I need the toilet," said Natchaya, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. "Is it OK if I go first?" "Sure," said Yanisa. Natchaya walked over to the toilet, and opened the door, before suddenly realising why there was no queue. It was absolutely disgusting, with diarrhoea on the walls and floor. "Eurgh," she said, recoiling in disgust. "Hey, girls, the toilet here's disgusting. We're better off holding it." "Oh, I'm sure it's not -" said Yanisa, walking over to check it out. "Ew. You're right. Come on girls, we'll hold it." Sudarat looked a little uncomfortable. She had to wee and poo, bad, but she didn't want to admit it in front of her girlfriend. And she really didn't want to use that toilet. She reluctantly walked out of the restaurant with the other girls. "OK, so first priorities, find a toilet," said Natchaya. "Does anyone know a good toilet near here? And I mean a good one, not a disgusting one with shit everywhere and heroin needles on the floor." "A good toilet..." said Yanisa. "No. When I've been out here before, I've just held it until I got home. We'll just have to do that." "Not everyone has your steel bladder, Yanisa," said Natchaya. "Some of us have to go." Sudarat whimpered. She was definitely one of those girls. Her bladder was aching already, and she felt a pressing urge to poo. She shuddered at the thought of letting off a fart in front of Natchaya. "Hey, Sudarat, are you OK?" said Sirada. "Yeah...I'm...fine..." said Sudarat. "You just need the toilet, right?" said Natchaya. "Believe me, I'm in the same situation. Damn, I need to go." Natchaya did a little pee dance to demonstrate. "Yeah," said Sudarat, blushing and shaking a little from holding it in. "I...need to go." "Sudarat is so adorable," said Natchaya. "Come here." Natchaya hugged Sudarat. The pressure on Sudarat's gut was just a little too much, and a loud fart blew out of the back of her skirt. Natchaya burst out laughing, and waved her hand in front of her face to waft away the smell. Tears came to Sudarat's eyes. "Damn, you really need to go..." said Natchaya. "Wait, are you really upset? Did you...go?" "I didn't go," said Sudarat, blushing scarlet. "I'm just humiliated I farted in front of my girlfriend." "That's all?" said Natchaya. "Man, that's nothing to worry about. I'll be doing the same before long if we don't find a good toilet!" Natchaya felt her own stomach gurgle. "Damn...come on, we need to find a toilet. Detective work, ladies." "I'll just go ask someone where the nearest decent toilets are to here," said Sirada. She strolled over to an approachable looking man on the other side of the road. "Excuse me, I was just wondering if you know any good toilets around here," she said. "Clean ones." "Sorry, no", he said. "I just wait until I get home." Sirada strolled back, a little concerned. "He doesn't know," she said. "There probably aren't any decent toilets round here," said Yanisa. "Come on, let's just hold it until we get home." "I'm actually not sure I can," said Natchaya, crossing her legs. Her bladder was aching hard, and her bowels were under increasing pressure. "What, you mean you're going to have an accident?" said Yanisa. "You're an adult woman, Natchaya. You can do better than that." "All girls have their limits, Yanisa," said Sirada. "Even you." "I am not going to soil myself," said Yanisa. "That's just silly." Sudarat felt her stomach gurgle. The pressure was building and building and building in her bladder and bowels. She couldn't have an accident in front of Natchaya. She just couldn't. "I guess Yanisa's right," said Sirada. "We should just walk home and try to make it if we can. Come on." Yanisa looked smug. She confidently led the girls along the pavement. Her bladder and bowels ached as much as anyone else's, but she was strong. She could hold it as long as she liked. Whether her friends would be so resilient was a different story. Sudarat brought up the rear of the group, with 1 hand on the front of her skirt. She tried so hard not to think of the relief of a clean toilet, but it was so tempting. Certainly tempting when compared with the other option, relieving herself in her skirt. She shuddered at the thought of it. Especially in front of Natchaya...she'd never let her forget it if they stayed together for life. Natchaya herself wasn't doing too well either, struggling with increasing urges to fart. After she stumbled a little on uneven pavement, a loud fart burst from the back of her skirt. "I guess we're even now," said Sudarat, giggling a little, but trying not to giggle too much for fear of weeing. "Yeah," said Natchaya. "Damn, that stinks. It's good I'm outside. I'm watching out for any toilets." There weren't any. It was a long, painful walk home, with each girl straining as hard as she could. Sudarat and Natchaya were struggling. Poo was pushing harder and harder on their bottoms, and both knew it wouldn't be long before they started to leak urine. That lager was going straight through them, and would soon be going straight into their skirts. Sirada and Yanisa appeared much more confident, but were still under significant stress. Each carried an ever-increasing load of wee and poo to potentially dump in her skirt if she failed to reach a toilet in time. For Yanisa, though, an accident was simply inconceivable. Sure, Sudarat and Natchaya might soil their skirts. They were weak. Perhaps Sirada would reach her limit, leaving her in the comforting role. But she was going to make it, no question. Sirada did not quite have Yanisa's confidence. She was strong, but her strength had limits, and she knew them. One thing she knew, though, is that she absolutely could not soil her skirt in front of Yanisa. Yanisa already clearly saw herself as the dominant girl, and that would only reinforce it. If the worst came to it and she couldn't make it to a toilet, she had to last longer than Yanisa before she gave in. At least then she could claim a small victory. The girls stopped at traffic lights. Sudarat and Natchaya were obviously desperate, awkwardly shifting with anguished faces. Sirada looked a little stressed, but more in control. Yanisa looked about as confident as a girl with a bursting full bladder and bowels could be. "OK, girls, how are we doing?" said Sirada. "Do you think we'll make it home?" "Well, I certainly will," said Yanisa. "I...think so..." said Sudarat, sincerely doubting it. "I...really don't know," said Natchaya. "I'll be honest, I'm getting close to my limit here. We need to find a toilet...anywhere..." "Hey, look," said Sirada. "I think there are some public toilets way down there." "Are you sure those are toilets?" said Natchaya. "If they're not, we're taking a big detour. And that probably means not making it." Sudarat whimpered. A fart squeaked out of her bottom. She was about to give in, and she knew it. "Come on," said Natchaya. "Sudarat's about to go anyway, we might as well give it a chance." "I don't need it, but whatever," said Yanisa. "Come on." The girls took their detour down towards the toilets. Another fart squeaked out of Sudarat's bottom. She felt poo starting to push through her anus, and leaned against the wall, whimpering in pain. As she strained with every muscle she had, she felt urine warm her knickers a little. She was starting to go. She barely managed to regain control, and staggered on a few more steps. Ahead of her, Sirada stopped in dismay. "The toilets are closed..." she said. "I'm so sorry..." "You WHAT?" said Natchaya. "You mean that you took us down here, just for...fuck...uhhhh..." Squelching farts burst from Natchaya's bottom as she started to poo. She strained as hard as she could to hold it back as urine splashed down her legs. She barely regained a little control as she leaned against the wall, before another massive surge of pressure finally pushed the poo into her knickers. She moaned in pain and humiliation. For Sudarat, belatedly following the other girls, it was just too much. Poo forced through her anus as urine warmed her knickers and gushed down her legs. She joined Natchaya's plaintive whimpering. Sirada closed her eyes and desperately tried to take her mind off the other girls' accidents. Going in her skirt was so, so tempting, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Not in front of Yanisa. She'd never hear the end of it. Yanisa was suffering from her own urges, too, and barely able to keep them under control. She couldn't help but laugh at her weak friends giving in, waving a hand in front of her face to waft away the stench. Her laughter was bringing her dangerously close to weeing, and she knew it. She barely managed to restrain herself and keep her dignity, save for letting a loud fart. "Wow, Yanisa, sounds like you're starting to feel the pain," said Sirada. "I guess you're not so tough after all." "No, I'm fine," said Yanisa, blushing. "I'll make it home clean. Come on." The 4 girls, 2 filthy and humiliated and 2 suffering, limped back to the traffic lights. It was a long walk home. A walk neither Sirada nor Yanisa was quite sure she'd make home clean. The tearful Natchaya and Sudarat traipsed behind them, urine dripping from their skirts. They were so relieved from the pain, but so humiliated from the accident. "Hey, babe, it's OK," said Natchaya. "It's OK for you, too," said Sudarat. They kissed each other. Sirada and Yanisa weren't in the mood for kissing. They loved each other deeply, but they also loved to compete, and they were competing to get home clean, and, if not, at least last longer than the other before giving in. They walked as briskly as they could, leaving the other girls behind. Both were fully aware there was only 1 toilet in their room, and both were fully aware that whoever got to that toilet second would most likely not make it. This was a contest for dominance in their relationship, and it was one both girls were eager to contest. Sirada felt herself overcome with a powerful urge. She leaned over, and clutched her bladder and bottom. A fart squeaked out, but her knickers were still dry. That was a victory. "Feeling the pain, Sirada?" said Yanisa. "I'm still fine." She absolutely wasn't. Yanisa's strength was being tested to its absolute limit. That curry and cheap lager was pushing on her bladder and bowels like nothing before in her life, and she was well aware she might give in before she got home. But she couldn't. Not in front of Sirada. Sirada thought that if it wasn't for being with Yanisa, she'd have just given in and fouled her skirt by now. It was still so tempting to be relieved from the pain, but she couldn't succumb. Yanisa would never let her forget it. It seemed, though, that Yanisa was winning. She was getting ahead of Sirada, and she was going to get to that toilet first. Sirada would have to wait. Could she wait? She was tempted to run after Yanisa, but she was pretty sure doing so might make her lose control, and Yanisa was a faster runner anyway. She'd just have to wait. What an agonising wait it would be. Yanisa, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly confident. As she turned the corner down the road to their accommodation, she saw Sirada was some way behind her. She'd let herself in and enjoy some well-earned relief on their toilet. Sirada would have to wait, and most likely have to settle for going in her skirt. She smirked at the thought of it. Sirada would definitely know who was boss. As expected when nearing a toilet, Yanisa felt the intensity of her urges grow and grow as she got closer, from mere agony to utter agony. Her time was running out. She slipped a loud fart, and then another. She was sweating from the exertion of every muscle straining, and those muscles were starting to tire. As she finally got to the door, she fumbled in her skirt pocket for her key. She finally got it, then, hands trembling, dropped it on the floor. As soon as it hit the ground, she panicked, squatting down and scrabbling for it. She took hold of it and got up again, but, by the time she got it in the lock, it was too late. She was giving in. Urine warmed her knickers, and spurted down her legs. Poo forced through her anus, filling her warm knickers and staining her skirt. She frantically opened the door and dashed for the toilet, but, by then, it was too late. And Sirada would see this. She burst into tears. Sirada staggered up to the door, letting a loud fart as she did so. She was absolutely fit to burst, and could barely wait another second. She strained with every muscle she had not to let go as she let herself in. Yanisa would be on the toilet by now... Sure enough, Yanisa was on the toilet, but sobbing, and with filthy knickers round her ankles. Sirada was shocked, and wanted to comfort her girlfriend. But she also needed that toilet. Now. "Yanisa, get off, I need to...uhhh..." The sight of the toilet was just too much. A spurt of urine burst down Sirada's legs, then another, then another. Then, despite her utmost efforts, she started to poo. Yanisa watched from the toilet as her girlfriend utterly soiled herself in front of her, grimacing as she tried in vain to stop it. "So, yeah, that was a pretty awkward date," said Yanisa. "Yeah," said Sirada, giggling. Yanisa got up from the toilet, pulled up her filthy knickers, pressed up to Sirada, and started French kissing her. As she did, she slipped her hands into Sirada's knickers, masturbating her through her filth. Sirada did the same to her. Before long, both girls reached near-simultaneous climax, squirting into their ruined underwear. "Wow," said Sirada. "That felt...so good. Humiliation makes sex so much hotter." "Yeah," said Yanisa. "And we're both humiliated. We're both dirty girls. Let's just embrace it." Meanwhile, in their room, Natchaya and Sudarat were getting up to some fun of their own. "This is so gross," said Natchaya, traipsing into their room in her filthy knickers and skirt. "We need to shower, now." "Definitely," said Sudarat, blushing. Both girls stripped off their filthy clothes as quickly as possible, and got into the shower. The warm water cleaned off their mess, and they regarded each other's beautiful bodies before moving in for a passionate kiss. Inevitably, hands wandered, and soon both girls were masturbating each other to passionate climax. All in all, life was good.
  13. Noy looked like the sweetest girl alive, in her Thai student uniform of pale blue blouse and dark blue pleated skirt, with her waist length black hair in a ponytail. And, most of the time, she was. But, when it came to other attractive young ladies like herself, she was a rather perverted individual. Her university was the sort where love between 2 girls could blossom freely, and she spent far too long considering which one of her fellow beauties she would attempt to seduce. Of course, she had to be interested in pretty girls as well, and most girls weren't, regardless of Noy's seductive charms. Such was the life of a gay girl. But there was one gorgeous beauty who was a definite prospect - Kanya, known as "Pia". Pia was an elegant young lady, with her waist length brown hair in 2 plaits, and she was definitely into girls. Noy knew she had better move before another girl did, but was apprehensive for one peculiar reason; she didn't quite know how to handle her fetishes. For Noy, contrary to her innocent appearance, was deeply into BDSM. Her fantasies of sex with Pia involved dominating and spanking her. This alone would be little issue; most girls wouldn't be too put off by such things. But her biggest passion, omorashi, was a different story. She somehow doubted that ladylike Pia would much fancy soiling her skirt and being masturbated through her filthy knickers. But she could not let that fantasy go. Omorashi was the ultimate submission, the ultimate humiliation. And Noy didn't think she could really have a fulfilling long term relationship without it. It obviously wasn't something she could bring up on the first date, or the second, or the third, or...how could she possibly ever bring it up? In a way, Pia brought it up first. One fateful day, at the start of a long lecture, Pia felt a sudden urge to poo. She wasn't sure why, though she suspected the curry she had last night had something to do with it. As time went on, she could tell it was a big one. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and strained, trying to focus on the lecture. Her stomach gurgled. She almost slipped a fart, but barely held it back. She couldn't possibly let one out in front of Noy, no matter how relieving it would feel. She fancied Noy as much as Noy did her, but she was too shy to bring it up. And certainly too shy to fart in front of her. Noy had seen enough omorashi porn to know that Pia had to poo. And she had to poo badly. She found herself increasingly distracted from the lecture and attracted to Pia's lithe legs and anguished face. Her vagina was starting to dilate a little already. She felt disgusted with herself, but she couldn't help it. If Pia farted, or, even better, pooed her skirt...she'd be on the edge of orgasm. She reminded herself to be realistic. Grown women don't poo their skirts very often, and Pia would most likely just dash off to the toilets for some much-needed relief. She briefly fantasised about restraining her, but immediately dismissed this as utterly unethical, ashamed she'd even considered it. But she could attempt to...distract Pia from going to the toilet for as long as possible. Maybe long enough for her to slip a fart. Maybe even long enough that she wouldn't make it. Pia could tell Noy was fancying her, but she believed this to be despite her predicament, not because of it. In Pia's mind, slipping a fart would be the end of it. A pretty girl like Noy wouldn't possibly want a girlfriend who farted in front of her. As soon as lectures were over, she'd dash off to the toilets to find relief before she embarrassed herself. The lecture ended, and the students stood up to leave. Pia held her stomach and bent over, wincing in pain from the pressure on her bottom. She hadn't needed to poo this badly for as long as she could remember. She was absolutely bursting, and it was a testament to her strength that she hadn't farted. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, looking as seductive as she could. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to the bar with me. You're seriously cute." "Um, thanks, Noy, I'd love to, but I need to use the toilet first," said Pia. "There's a toilet in the bar," said Noy. "Why don't we walk on over -" "It's an emergency," said Pia. She was already concerned by all the other girls heading for the toilets in front of her. Noy was blocking her way. By the time she got there, she'd be near the back of the queue. "An emergency?" said Noy, acting dumb. "You mean you don't think you can make it to the bar?" "Yeah," said Pia, blushing. She strained against the massive pressure on her bottom. "Noy, please, get out of the way. I really need to go. Now." "OK, fine", said Noy, very slowly walking towards the door. "If you're using the toilet here, I'll use it, too." Pia hurried to the door as quickly as she could, holding her bottom with one hand. Noy giggled. She was trembling with arousal already. Now if only she'd slip a fart... Noy took her place behind Pia in the toilet queue. Pia was bent over, holding her stomach, sweating from the strain. "Hey, Pia," said Noy, "are you sure about going here? The queue's pretty long. Why don't we go over to the bar?" "I'd be near the front of it if it weren't for you blocking my way," said Pia, annoyed. "Uhhh..." She barely restrained a massive urge to poo. "Well, sorry," said Noy. "I didn't realise it was such an emergency." "Yeah, I know," said Pia. "It's not your fault...uhhh..." The sight of the toilets just out of reach was making it so much harder for Pia to hold it. Noy knew about "latch key incontinence" in theory, but to see it working on a sexy girl in practice was just incredible. The fart which puffed from Pia's skirt was even more incredible. Noy shuddered as she smelt it. It wasn't a good smell, but the humiliation which it represented was making her vagina slippery. She really shouldn't be feeling this way, but she just couldn't help it, any more than Pia could help yielding to the massive pressure in her bowels. Pia blushed in deep humiliation as she smelt the stench of her fart. She had to make it to the toilet, agonising as it was to resist letting go. If she didn't, her chances with Noy were gone. No dignified girl would want a girlfriend who poos her skirt. Fortunately for Pia, Noy wasn't a dignified girl in the slightest, and her passion for Pia was growing with every anguished look on her face and every fart that squeaked through her trembling bottom. Her fantasies were coming true. But would they reach their glorious climax - Pia pooing her skirt? It was a lot to hope for, but Noy was becoming increasingly optimistic. As the sweating Pia slipped another fart, it was obvious she was starting to lose control. Perhaps her knickers were already skid marked. Oh, to see under that skirt! But Noy restrained herself. "Do you think you'll make it, Pia?" she asked. "I...think...so..." said Pia, trying to look as strong as she could. In truth, she knew she had seconds to spare. The proximity of the toilet was making it harder and harder to hold it, and the pressure was coming to bursting point. If that queue didn't hurry up, she'd be dropping a load in her skirt, and she knew it. She crossed her legs and leaned against the wall, gasping for strength. There were only 3 girls in front of her...2...1...but with every step she took closer to the toilet, holding it became harder still. Due to not having wasted her teenage years masturbating to omorashi, Pia was unaware of latchkey incontinence, but she was certainly feeling it. Another fart squeaked from her bottom. She blushed deeper, relieved that somehow she hadn't followed through. Noy inhaled the stench like it was fresh mountain air. The stench of utter humiliation. But would she...Noy fantasised about the anguished strain on Pia's face as her strength finally failed her and she pooed her skirt at last. Would she see that? She admired Pia's strength to have lasted so long. She was clearly restraining a massive poo, and many girls would have given in by now. Noy wondered how well she would have fared in the same situation. She suspected she'd be crying in a filthy skirt by now. At any rate, she certainly wasn't going to judge Pia harshly for giving in if...or when...she did. Pia finally reached the front of the queue. Her knickers were still spotless white. She'd made it...almost. As she sighed a little in relief, she felt a surge of pressure like none she had felt before. A surge she simply couldn't resist. She hammered on the stall door, almost by instinct. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm...I'm..." Despite her straining with all her strength, poo forced through her anus into her knickers. She whimpered in pain as tears of humiliation came to her eyes. Now resigned to her filthy fate, she leaned back against the wall and moaned as she felt the poo fill her knickers and stain her skirt. Noy knew exactly what was happening, and was thrilled. She was on the edge of orgasm, and the slightest touch of her G-spot would have sent her over the edge. Her fantasies were coming true. "Hey, Pia, it's OK," she said, putting an arm around her. "You held out really well. You couldn't help it." Pia whimpered as tears flowed down her face. Noy seemed to be taking this much better than she thought she would. In fact, she seemed...turned on. Surely not. Noy wanted nothing more than to flip up Pia's skirt and masturbate her, but knew that doing this would get her immediately expelled and probably registered as a sex offender, not to mention being completely non-consensual. She exercised her utmost restraint in just giving Pia a cuddle. Though she did let her hand creep down to feel the warmth of the poo in the back of Pia's skirt. It was a big one, and she'd let it all out. The stall door opened. The girl inside came out, and grimaced at the stench. Seeing Pia sobbing, she immediately realised what had happened, and hurried on, feeling deeply sorry for her but really not wanting to stick around. Pia dashed into the toilet and began trying to clean up as best she could. She was so, so glad that girls wore skirts. In a skirt, she could just discard her obliterated knickers and carry on without anyone noticing. If she'd been wearing trousers as the boys did, she'd have to wear obviously soiled trousers on her shameful walk home. She pitied any poor boys who suffered similar circumstances. Noy needed a stall as well, for very different reasons. She needed to jerk off, now. She was trembling in passion, and could think of nothing but fucking Pia, but Pia obviously wasn't in the mood right now. Unless...perhaps, in her vulnerability, she'd be up for coming home for a shower? And some comfort? And some sex? One fantasy had come true today. Why not another? Noy decided she'd try it. When the tearful Pia, with knickers discarded, emerged from the stall, she hugged her again. "Hey, Pia," she said. "Do you fancy coming back to my place? For a shower, and some comfort?" "Um...yeah, I guess," said Pia, rather confused. Who on Earth would want to take home a girl who'd just soiled herself? She knew this offer would mean sex - she wasn't totally naive - but she was up for that. Noy was seriously hot. The girls walked back to Noy's room holding hands. Noy could think of nothing but the shower sex they were going to have. Pia didn't know what to feel. She was deeply humiliated, but that somehow felt good when Noy was taking charge of her. Noy let Pia into her room. "Come on, let's go shower," she said. "Who goes first?" said Pia, playing dumb. "No, both of us," said Noy. "Come on." Both girls pulled off their clothes as quickly as they could, and gazed at each other's beautiful bodies. Noy switched on the shower, and let it run warm before stepping in. Pia stepped in after her. As soon as she had, Noy held her tight and started French kissing her. Both girls were deeply aroused, Noy a single touch away from orgasm. Noy started feeling Pia's G-spot, and Pia then did the same to Noy. Noy came almost at once, urine flowing down her legs with the shower water as she utterly lost control. It was the most intense climax she'd ever had. Pia took a little longer to come, but soon was moaning in pleasure as Noy's fingers got to her. Both girls felt a deep connection that needed no words. Their relationship may not have started auspiciously, but it definitely seemed like one worth pursuing.
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  15. rachelkirwan

    Assorted Pissing Videos

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    The story follows the Character named Brandon, a 18 year old virgin who has been trying to get laid for a long time now with no luck in sight. That is till he managed to fall through the cracks in the school system, which allows him to attend a all girls school. Just as things were finally looking better for his chances of not being a virgin anymore, a issue arose.. The school has a weird rule that he learns about on his first day showing up, that everyone who attends must always wear diapers on school grounds. Regardless of this embarrassing rule to follow, he still has high hopes of trying to find himself a cute girlfriend and lose his virginity at long last!.. But how messy will things get before then?.. (The comic can be found for free on Exhentai and updated there on a monthly basis, follow my account on there as some links might be outdated!) https://exhentai.org/g/1336617/bafd1f6383/ (In the mean time you can also download the comic so far as mega zip till your exhentai account is ready for use! But please do make a exhentai account in order to see new updates to the comic as that's where I'll keep it updated! Link below to exhentai guide and mega zip file) https://www.reddit.com/r/hentai_irl/comments/5w73k9/how_to_access_sad_panda/ https://mega.nz/#!OPxU0a6A!7Du2_JNNm2GDt8yUrlK3FFiL3JTTdUfWRCzJxioxnhc

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    The story follows the Character named Brandon, a 18 year old virgin who has been trying to get laid for a long time now with no luck in sight. That is till he managed to fall through the cracks in the school system, which allows him to attend a all girls school. Just as things were finally looking better for his chances of not being a virgin anymore, a issue arose.. The school has a weird rule that he learns about on his first day showing up, that everyone who attends must always wear diapers on school grounds. Regardless of this embarrassing rule to follow, he still has high hopes of trying to find himself a cute girlfriend and lose his virginity at long last!.. But how messy will things get before then?.. (The comic can be found for free on Exhentai and updated there on a monthly basis, follow my account on there as some links might be outdated!) https://exhentai.org/g/1336617/bafd1f6383/ (In the mean time you can also download the comic so far as mega zip till your exhentai account is ready for use! But please do make a exhentai account in order to see new updates to the comic as that's where I'll keep it updated! Link below to exhentai guide and mega zip file) https://www.reddit.com/r/hentai_irl/comments/5w73k9/how_to_access_sad_panda/ https://mega.nz/#!OPxU0a6A!7Du2_JNNm2GDt8yUrlK3FFiL3JTTdUfWRCzJxioxnhc

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    The story follows the Character named Brandon, a 18 year old virgin who has been trying to get laid for a long time now with no luck in sight. That is till he managed to fall through the cracks in the school system, which allows him to attend a all girls school. Just as things were finally looking better for his chances of not being a virgin anymore, a issue arose.. The school has a weird rule that he learns about on his first day showing up, that everyone who attends must always wear diapers on school grounds. Regardless of this embarrassing rule to follow, he still has high hopes of trying to find himself a cute girlfriend and lose his virginity at long last!.. But how messy will things get before then?.. (The comic can be found for free on Exhentai and updated there on a monthly basis, follow my account on there as some links might be outdated!) https://exhentai.org/g/1336617/bafd1f6383/ (In the mean time you can also download the comic so far as mega zip till your exhentai account is ready for use! But please do make a exhentai account in order to see new updates to the comic as that's where I'll keep it updated! Link below to exhentai guide and mega zip file) https://www.reddit.com/r/hentai_irl/comments/5w73k9/how_to_access_sad_panda/ https://mega.nz/#!OPxU0a6A!7Du2_JNNm2GDt8yUrlK3FFiL3JTTdUfWRCzJxioxnhc

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  21. Thorn177

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    Summary: When fourteen-year-old Agnes is caught making out with a boy, her religious parents ship her off to Mary Magdalen's Home for Girls, a corrective institution for ungodly young women. Agnes isn't too worried, but as it turns out, this is nothing like Bible Camp. Their aim is to drive out the devil, and they will do so by any means necessary. So, this is an idea I've been kicking around for a while, and I just never knew quite how to write it. The idea started when I read an article about special religious 'schools' in the US where unruly girls were sent to be taught to be good Christians, basically, and where methods ranged from the mundane to the outright sadistic. Please read the tags. This will not be a nice, fluffy or cute story. I'll add extra content warnings to future chapters if necessary. Please consider yourself warned. ————— CHAPTER ONE Agnes stared out of the bus window, at the country side swishing past. It was about four in the afternoon, and the day was sunny and hot. She yawned and scratched her cheek, where she had a mosquito bite. She was fourteen years old. Her dark brown hair fell in ringlets around her summer freckled face and she wore a brown skirt and blue blouse. On the seat next to her stood a small suitcase. It contained mostly underwear, a few other clothing items and a Bible. Her parents had been told that everything else would be provided. The representative from Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had arrived at their church only a week before. She had brought three young girls, a bit older than Agnes, in neat white gowns, who had testified about how they had been led so astray by the Devil and how Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls had helped them find their way back to the Lord. This had been a couple of days before Agnes was caught making out with a boy from school, and her parents had decided that something had to be done about their daughter’s wicked ways. And so they had called Mary Magdalene’s Home for Girls, and asked if they had an opening. It turned out they did. The bus slowed to a halt. An older woman in the front, who had introduced herself as Miss Corrine when Agnes and about a dozen other girls had filed into the bus that morning, stood up. ‘All right, get your bags, we’re here,’ she said. Agnes picked up her small suitcase and shuffled out of the bus together with the other girls. As she stepped off the bus, she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. ‘We’ll continue on foot,’ said Miss Corrine. ‘The path is too narrow for the bus.’ She set off down a narrow dirt road at a quick pace. The girls hurried to keep up. Agnes looked around. Flat grass land surrounded them as far as the eye could see, with a few trees sticking up here and there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. They walked for what must have been at least twenty minutes and the heat was stifling, but then they rounded a corner and the large compound appeared. The girls who had spoken at their church had made it sound like a farm or a ranch, but Agnes couldn’t see any animals. The place seemed barren and dry, and it was surrounded by a chain link fence. It looked more like a prison. Which Agnes supposed it was. Her parents had sent her off, without her consent, to a correctional facility where she would learn to be a good Christian. Her crime had been kissing a boy, wearing tight jeans and not paying attention in Bible Study group. Which apparently meant she was promiscuous and ungodly. Agnes had been a good little girl, growing up. Whether out of fear for her father’s belt, her mother’s words, or simply because she was so sheltered, she had hardly ever done anything wrong. She had seen her older brother beaten for talking back, and that was enough to dissuade her from breaking any rules. But entering her teens, Agnes had become more strong willed. She had doubted the religion her parents had pushed upon her since birth, she had wanted to do her own thing, but a small town in Kansas wasn’t a good place to be a rebel. There was always someone watching, and word got back to her parents for every little thing she did. Miss Corrine led them into an entrance area. A man in a crisp light brown suit stood there waiting for them. ‘Welcome!’ he said warmly and beamed at them all. ‘My nam is Mr. Portman. I am the owner and leader of this establishment, and I’m so pleased to see so many new faces!’ He went on for a couple of minutes, about how their time at Mary Magdalene would help them build character and become better people, how the light of God would save them from the Devil’s influence and make model citizens of them, good mothers and wives, and most importantly, good Christians. Agnes glanced around as he spoke. The walls of the room were white, and the floor was grey linoleum. There was a reception desk at one end, but no chairs or sofas by way of a waiting area. The only art work was a large painting of Jesus on the wall behind Mr. Portman. When Mr. Portman had finished speaking, Miss Corrine opened a door off to one side. A dozen girls walked into the room, in a neat line. Like the girls who had come to their church, these girls wore white dresses. They all had their hands clasped in front of them. They lined up opposite Agnes and the other new girls. ‘These are your Big Sisters,’ said Mr. Portman. ‘We have a buddy system here. You will each be assigned a Big Sister who will teach you our rules, show you around and help you find your feet. I will call your names, and the names of your Big Sisters. When you have paired up, your Big Sister will take you to your sleeping quarters and give you a uniform to wear. They will then accompany you to supper, before we all gather for evening prayer.’ Agnes stood as patiently as she could while Mr. Portman started reading off the names on his list. Her name was the last to be read. ‘Agnes Williams,’ said Mr. Portman, ‘your Big Sister will be Mary-Louise Miller.’ The girl who stepped up to Agnes was a couple of years older. She was tall and blonde, with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. ‘It’s so nice to meet you, Agnes!’ she said and shook her hand. She spoke in a soft southern accent, her voice a lilting alto. ‘Come on, I’ll show you where you’re sleeping.’ Mary-Louise brought her to a dormitory down a couple of corridors. There were eight beds in it. One other new girl was being inducted a couple of beds down. ‘I’m in the bed next to yours,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘That way I can keep tabs on you. I’m sure we’ll be best friends!’ She beamed. ‘Here, let me find your uniform.’ She walked up to the small dresser that stood next to the bed. ‘You get two of these,’ she explained, taking out a white dress like her own. ‘We don’t wear any other clothes here, so you won’t be needing anything but your own underwear and night clothes. There’s room in the dresser for that. There’s a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall. Now, get changed.’ Agnes took off her own clothes and put on the white dress. Perhaps this place wasn’t so bad, she thought. Everyone seemed friendly… Maybe she’d be all right. It was only for three months, after all. Mary-Louise took her to supper when she was done changing. On the way she told her about the daily routine at Mary Magdalene’s. ‘We get up at six every day for morning prayers, before breakfast at seven thirty,’ she said. ‘After breakfast we have Bible Study classes, quiet meditation, things like that, all day, until about five pm. Lunch is at one, and supper is at seven in the evening. We have free time between five and seven. Then we have evening prayer at eight, which is one hour, and the showers are open between nine and ten. Lights out at ten pm.’ ‘Sounds very strict,’ said Agnes. ‘It is,’ said Mary-Louise, ‘but we’re better people for it. Routines are key.’ The mess was a large, white room with several long tables. Agnes was at once struck by how quiet it was. The tables were almost full, but the few who were speaking were doing so in hushed murmurs and whispers. Mary-Louise led her to one of the tables and they sat down. A few minutes later, Mr. Portman, Miss Corrine and a few other staff members came marching into the room. The room fell completely silent. They sat down at a smaller, empty table at the far end. Mr. Portman was last to sit, and before he did, he gave a curt nod to the table closest. As one, the girls at that table stood up, in silence, and marched over to the counter. They each took a tray, and were handed plates of food by serving staff. One table at a time, the girls went to collect their food. Soon it was Agnes’s turn. It was eerie. The only sounds in the room were shuffling feet, the chinking of cutlery and hushed voices from the staff table. The girls all ate in complete silence, it seemed. Approaching the counter, Agnes realised that the serving staff all appeared to be teenaged girls like herself. She wondered fleetingly if they were other students, but was too tired to bother questioning Mary-Louise about it. She was served a vegetable soup with a roll on the side. There were no other choices, and no butter for the roll. She was given water to drink. The soup didn’t taste like much, but Agnes was hungry, so she ate all of it. So, it seemed, did everybody else. There were no second helpings, however. Exhausted after the long journey and the new impressions of the day, Agnes sat through evening prayer in a daze, mimicking the other girls and moving her lips as best she could. Afterwards she had a quick shower and went to bed, asleep before her head hit the pillow. ————— Getting up the next morning was hard. Mary-Louise had to shake her several times before at last Agnes sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. ‘Time’s it?’ she murmured. ‘Already five past six,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for morning prayer!’ Agnes got up and put on her dress. She tied back her dark hair, now messy from sleep. ‘I won’t always be here to wake you up, you know,’ Mary-Louise admonished her as they set off towards the chapel. ‘You’re gonna have to learn to get up on your own.’ ‘Sorry,’ Agnes mumbled. She still didn’t feel properly awake. She longed for coffee or something else to wake her up. She sat through morning prayer trying her best not to doze off, though she appeared to not quite manage, as Mary-Louise had to poke her several times to make her pay attention. After prayer they went down to the mess for breakfast. Agnes ate a couple of spoonfuls of the bland porridge she had been served and then spent the rest of the meal poking at it with her spoon. She drank orange juice (there was no coffee) and tried to stifle her yawns. ‘Aren’t you going to finish your food?’ whispered Mary-Louise after a while. Her plate was empty and she sat with her hands in her lap, looking curiously at her charge. ‘I’m not really hungry,’ replied Agnes, sleepily. ‘I can never eat in the mornings.’ ‘But you have to eat it,’ said Mary-Louise. ‘Those are the rules. Everyone has to empty their plate at every meal. You have no choice.’ ‘But I can’t, I’m not hungry.’ Mary-Louise studied her, frowning. ‘Fine,’ she said, after a moment. Then she got up, and walked over to the staff table. She whispered something to Miss Corrine, who stood up and came back with her. Everyone stopped eating and looked up. Miss Corrine approached Agnes, looking stern. ‘Everyone has to finish their food here, Agnes,’ she said. Agnes was sure everybody could hear her as the room was so quiet. ‘Perhaps we hadn’t made that clear?’ ‘I’m sorry, Miss Corrine,’ said Agnes, trying for a smile, ‘but I just can’t eat if I’m not hungry.’ ‘Do you squander the gifts the good Lord gives you?’ asked Miss Corrine. ‘No, ma’am…’ Agnes frowned, her smile faltering. ‘I mean, I don’t mean to, but you give us big portions, so . . .’ ‘You will finish your food, Agnes, or there will be consequences,’ said Miss Corrine. Mr. Portman stood from the staff table then, and came towards them. ‘What’s all this then?’ he asked calmly. ‘Agnes refuses to eat, sir,’ said Mary-Louise softly. ‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Mr. Portman turned to Agnes. ‘I would prefer if you eat what’s on your plate.’ ‘But, sir, I’m not hungry!’ Agnes’s voice had gained an edge now. She felt annoyed. Surely it was none of anyone else’s business whether she ate breakfast or not? ‘Then I’m afraid you leave me with no choice,’ said Mr. Portman sadly. ‘Miss Corrine, look after everything here. Agnes, Mary-Louise, come with me, please.’ Agnes’s stomach churned as she stood. What was to happen now? They followed Mr. Portman out of the mess and down the hall towards a door. Upon entering, Agnes discovered the room beyond to be Mr. Portman’s office. It contained a heavy mahogany desk and several bookcases. Mr. Portman sat down behind the desk while the girls remained standing. ‘It pains me to have to do this already on your first day, Agnes,’ said Mr. Portman without looking at them, adjusting a cup full of pens on his desk. ‘But the rules here are strict and meant to be followed. Everything we do here is for your own good, to teach you girls to be good, Christian women. You are sinful by nature. You need guidance. You are here because the Devil has taken up residence in you. I am here because I wish to drive him out.’ There was a silence. Agnes stared down at her tan ballerina flats, saying nothing. ‘Now, as for your punishment.’ Mr. Portman stood, walking over to one of the bookshelves where a jug of water and several glasses stood. ‘Mary-Louise, I delegate to you to make sure that Agnes drinks one glass of water every hour until lunch. You are also to make sure she doesn’t go to the restroom in that time. If she is ready then to show appreciation for the gifts that God has given her and empties her plate, she may visit the restroom after. We’ll start now.’ He filled a glass with water and walked around his desk, handing the glass to Agnes. ‘Drink up.’ Agnes took the glass. Something squirmed in her stomach. She was to go five hours without going to the bathroom while drinking copious amounts of water? It seemed hardly possible. Mr. Portman made an impatient sound, a clearing of the throat and, without looking at him, Agnes lifted the glass to her lips and drained it in a few gulps. Thankfully it wasn’t a very large glass, but she suddenly wished that she hadn’t had all that orange juice. Mr. Portman dismissed them, and the two girls left his office. They walked in silence for a while. Breakfast was over and it was time for the first class of the day. When they exited the main building to walk across the dry grass to one of the smaller ones, Agnes finally spoke. ‘Why did you tell on me like that?’ she asked softly. She felt Mary-Louise glance at her out of the corner of her eye for a moment before answering. ‘Like he said. You’re here because you’ve got the Devil in you. They can’t help you expel him if you don’t follow the rules. I did it for your own good. Besides, they would have noticed sooner or later anyway.’ Agnes rolled her eyes. ‘Oh, I see. You did it for me, not to show what a good girl you are. Your motives were purely altruistic.’ She was unable to keep the sarcastic tone out of her voice. Mary-Louise stopped and turned to her. ‘We’re encouraged to take care of each other here, Agnes.’ Her voice still had the sweet tone of before, but something in her look was cold. ‘We help each other get better. I was like you when I got here. I had demons inside me making me wilful, making me talk back, making me flaunt the rules. The other girls helped me see the error of my ways, helped me shake off the demons and become a better person. I’m not there yet. Us girls, we’re sinful by nature and it’s only by giving ourselves over to the Lord completely that we can rid ourselves of that sin. I’m getting there, and helping you will help me get there. When you do good you are rewarded. When you do bad you’re punished. All we’re doing here is giving a taste in life of the punishments that await the wicked after death.’ She turned away and began to walk again. ‘The Devil loves pleasure and fears pain. It is with pain you drive him out.’ She sounded like a text book. Like she had memorised all these things and was parroting them back the way she’d been taught. This frightened Agnes more than the words themselves. She hadn’t had much choice but to come here like her parents wanted, and she had been resigned to her fate. Spend three months at yet another ‘Bible Camp’, act like a good girl, and then go home. But the certainty with which Mary-Louise spoke, her blind faith in her words and acceptance of the status quo, that was terrifying. It told Agnes that this place changed people, and that if she wasn’t careful it would change her too, and she would lose her sense of self. By ten o’clock, Agnes had lost her ability to sit still. She fidgeted in her seat while Miss Corrine told them the story of Adam and Eve and explained how Eve’s weakness had damned all women and steeped them in sin. How purity and obedience were the only way towards salvation for any girl. Agnes only picked up bits and pieces, her rapidly filling bladder distracting her. An hour later she was bouncing in her seat, rocking back and forth and trying to refrain from putting her hands between her legs and hold herself. Mary-Louise kept obediently getting up, every hour on the hour, to get her a glass of water. Miss Corrine appeared to have been informed, because she said nothing. Either that or this was such a common occurrence that it hardly bore notice. At one the girls returned to the mess for lunch, and by now Agnes was beginning to feel like she couldn’t possibly hold it for much longer. She took tiny steps and had to stop often to cross her legs or bend forward and clutch herself, and she felt the occasional trickle go into her panties. Mary-Louise walked next to her patiently. Agnes couldn’t have told anyone what was for lunch. It was bland and no doubt very healthy, and she wolfed it down at record speed, hoping that if she just finished it all she would be allowed a bathroom break. When Mr. Portman came over to inspect her plate and gave a satisfied smile, she shot to her feet. ‘Can I . . .’ She could hardly get the words out and cleared her throat, dancing slightly on the spot. She decided it would be better to be polite. ‘May I please be excused for the restroom now, sir?’ she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Portman’s smile widened. ‘Of course you may.’ Agnes shot out of the mess like a bullet and only just made it to the toilet in time. Peeing had never felt so wonderful as at that moment. She went for at least a minute, voiding her bladder in a hard, steady stream. She had to bite her lip in order not to moan. She was pretty sure moaning was a sin. ————— The afternoon was spent in so called quiet meditation, which essentially meant sitting in the chapel staring at the cross on the wall. It was impossible for Agnes not to let her mind wander. She thought about home, about her bedroom and her CDs. She realised with a jolt that she had never gone this long without listening to music before. Unless one counted the psalms they sung during prayer, which Agnes most certainly did not. If it didn’t have a beat it wasn’t much worth a damn. She wondered how much she’d miss dancing by the end of her stay at Mary Magdalen’s. She wondered if she would even remember her favourite songs, going so long without hearing them. And what about her friends? Agnes sighed deeply at this thought. She missed her friends. Ava, the trivia machine who knew everything. Lily, who was so fashionable and sweet and always helped Agnes with her make-up. Wayne, who hung out with them and who Agnes was pretty sure would turn out to be gay. She would have given just about anything right then to sit in the park with the three of them, sharing a stolen cigarette and laughing about something they’d seen on TV. Would they still like her when she got back? She looked away from the cross on the wall, glancing about the chapel as covertly as she could manage. Everyone else seemed to be doing what they were supposed to. Some had their hands clasped, lips moving in silent prayer. Others had closed their eyes and looked almost blissful. Next to her, Mary-Louise sat with her hands in her lap, a serene smile playing on her lips and her eyes out of focus. Agnes found herself wondering what she was thinking. Agnes was about to return her gaze to the cross, figuring that one person not doing what she was supposed to was bound to stick out like a sore thumb, when she spotted another girl who seemed to have her mind elsewhere as well. A redheaded, freckled girl who might have been a year or two older than Agnes sat picking at her dress, looking deeply bored. As though she could feel Agnes’s eyes on her, she looked up and met her gaze. She smiled and rolled her eyes in commiseration, before, heaving what was obviously a heavy and demonstrative sigh, returning her gaze to her own lap. Agnes was too taken aback to return the smile before it was too late. ————— At five o’clock Mary-Louise finally left Agnes’s side to go hang out with some girls from a different dorm. She asked Agnes to join her, but Agnes had happily refused, longing for some time on her own. She made her way to the common room, which was next to the mess, and sat down in an almost comfortable arm chair. There was a bookshelf in the common room, but it contained only titles like How to Be a Good Girl and Rejecting Satan: A Guide to Spiritual Cleansing, in addition to half a dozen Bibles and several prayer books. There was also an out of tune piano with a sign on it saying that it was not to be played without express permission. So Agnes sat back in her chair and let her mind wander. Somebody pulled up a chair next to her and sat down. Dragged out of her thoughts, Agnes glanced sideways at the newcomer. It was the redhead from earlier. ‘Hey,’ said the girl, smiling. ‘I’m Maddie. What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Agnes,’ said Agnes, sitting up slightly. She took in Maddie’s appearance. She was very pretty, with sparkling green eyes, thin pink lips and a button nose. Her red hair was wavy and shoulder length. ’So, what are you in for, Agnes?’ asked Maddie, leaning back in her chair with her hands behind her head. Agnes looked away, blushing slightly. ‘Kissing a boy. And probably some other things too.’ She glanced at Maddie again and found her smiling. ‘What about you?’ ‘Well, let’s see, where to start . . .’ Maddie counted on her fingers. ‘Having opinions, reading William Blake, disobedience and masturbation. Plus lack of shame for all of the above.’ Agnes laughed nervously. ‘Well, that’s quite a list.’ Maddie shrugged. ‘It all boils down to the same thing, really. Being a girl and not feeling sorry about it.’ Her expression changed to a more serious one. ‘How are you holding up? I gathered that Portman gave you the old water torture. It’s a favourite of his.’ Her eyes seemed to darken at this and her voice took on a bitter edge. ‘Sucks to have to go through that your first day.’ ‘Yeah, well . . .’ Agnes looked away uncomfortably. ‘Been through it lots of times myself,’ Maddie continued. ‘Portman’s punishments just don’t seem to bite, though. I’ve been here for like six months, and I’m still the same ungodly, sinful creature as I was when I got here. At this rate I’ll grow old and die in this hellhole.’ Agnes looked around nervously. She was pretty sure that this was not a conversation they were meant to be having, but no one seemed to be listening to them. That made her feel braver. ‘I miss my friends,’ she said. ‘I just really wanna go home.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Maddie. ‘Me too. But, hey. I don’t know if I’m right, but I kind of feel like you and me get each other. So, you know, maybe we could be friends?’ Agnes smiled. ‘I’d like that.’ ‘Cool. Just don’t tell Big Sister Mary-Louise about it.’ As they talked, Agnes thought that if Maddie could spend six months at Mary Magdalen’s and still be normal, maybe there was hope for her too.
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