Markj9494 569 Posted August 18, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted August 18, 2020 A Golden Decree This story was a commission from Foxlover and is set in the same setting (different country) as his Order of the Chamber ladies RP which can be found here: It is well worth a read, but not necessary to hopefully enjoy this story. Walking up the muddy path Valorie could feel a light rain starting to fall, its gentle caress landing softly on her pale skin. Looking up at the dark clouds it seemed as if they had been filling the skies for weeks at this point, their drab colour matching the run-down streets she was making her way through. Hard times had fallen on the kingdom Odera, the king Pochard having taken them to war with the surrounding kingdoms three years ago. Despite the wealth of the region, it was a war that everyone knew they could not win. First went the trade, then the men who left to fight in a futile war until finally it was the king himself how left, dying of natural causes or at least that was the official cause. But now he was gone, the war had swiftly ended without the vanity of a petulant man to force it to continue. The peace accords had taken place over the last few months, the deliberating nations deciding that despite the war Odera should be allowed to continue as a free nation. An uneasy peace between some of the other countries after political or tactical blunders, a peace that was threatening to be shattered if any of the other kings were to stake a claim to their large land. When she was young Valorie had been told stories by her farther about how Odera was a proud intermediary for many historical peace talks, their country situated at an impasse where most of the other countries shared very little of their borders with each other. Centuries ago it had meant that Odera had been the most wealthy and renowned country, a mix of all cultures, people and trade. If you wanted something you knew you could find it in Griel, the capital and once crowning jewel of the empire. But now it was a totally different story, a mad king and unwinnable war turning even the once opulent streets dingy and covered in a thick layer of grime and oppression. Stepping behind a crumbing stone wall she watched a large wagon pass her and head towards the queens castle in front of her. The decree had come around early this morning, the queens guard noisily hammering the notice onto the board of her lady’s house. Apparently, the other nations had asked for war reparations as a payment for the loss of their men and destruction of land during the war. Payments the crown could no longer afford due to a lack of trade and a war that lasted three long years, it was no surprise the coffers were empty. As such, it seemed the onus had fallen on the people including her lord and lady. The package she was currently holding was easily worth more than she had ever seen or would see in her life. A solid gold chamber pot, something that had become a standard through the nation, at least for its higher ups. The old pewter or cast-iron pots melted down long ago and turned into weapons for the war, leaving the poor to go outside and the rich to fashion new ones using the one thing they had at the time, Gold. But now that gold was in demand, even these were being taken away by the Queen as she hoped to tax the lands gold to repay the other countries quickly. Crossing over the small bridge that connected the castle to the town she avoided making eye contact with the guards she passed. Most of them either angry, tormented after the war or so un-trusted during it, they had been left behind rather than taken as part of the army. Stepping carefully up the cobbled path she saw the wagon that had passed her earlier, currently unloading a number of servant women. The man seemingly setting up a stall and small podium, were they selling them off? She had heard of lords who couldn’t make the payment selling their charges and even children to avoid the accusations of treason that went along with the failure to pay. Stepping into the servant’s entrance of the castle Valorie made her way up to the main hall, directed by a number of other guards or servants. A line of other maids and servants currently handing over similarly flashy chamber pots, the crown seemingly collecting them from all over their land. Waiting patiently in line she finally made it to the front, greeted by a old man and a large leather book. “Name” he said harshly. “Lady Emily Saunders of Conningham” She announced the name of her employer with pride, she had served her for years and it had been an honour to be trusted with this task. “Right” He said taking a note of her name in the book and scribbling something else. “I also have a note from her she said to give to you.” Valorie said, handing over the sealed letter. Looking up for the first time the man squinted slightly at her, reaching out a rake of a hand and carefully taking the note. Sliding his finger through the seal he began to read for a few moments, nodding and then looking at her for a few seconds. “Guards, take her to the auction” The man said, the letter flapping in his hand as two large men came towards them. “Wait, there has to be a mistake!” Valorie cried, how could her lady do this to her. She had never done anything to dishonour her, why would she do this too her. “No mistake, Next!” He said unemotionally as she was led away. What could have happened, why had she given her up? Valorie had been surprised to be the one to receive this order, with many of the older servants far more trusted than her. Yet she had been the one to carry her life’s worth of gold to the castle, but the sullen looks from her friends suddenly making sense. They must have known she wasn’t coming back. Leaving through the front gate the sounds of the auction met her ears. “14 gold!” a cry came through the crowd. “ 14 gold and 3 silver!” another voice beat the previous offer. “Any more for any more?” The auctioneer asked as Valorie was swiftly pushed into line with the others. “Sold” The Auctioneer said as the tall brunette on stage was replaced by a slightly older woman, her long blonde hair now containing the occasional wisp of grey. Despite this, her face didn’t show the same signs of time that her hair did, making it difficult to tell her true age. “Shall we start with 8 Gold, good seamstress and chamber lady” “Aye, we need one of those. 8 Gold” A man shouted from the crowd and with no opposition she was quickly sold. Three more women went up one after another, fetching anything from 5 to 15 gold depending on skills and age. Valorie was starting to wonder about how much she was worth, what would happen if no one wanted her. Would she be able to return home or would she end up being dragged around the country until someone paid the minimum price for her. “Up next we have…” “40 Gold!” a man shouted before the auctioneer could finish, a hushed tone filling the crowed as they turned to look at the rich man. But looking up at the stage Valorie couldn’t blame him, the woman standing there was truly breath-taking. Her supple porcelain skin completely unblemished by time as she stood there with poise more akin to the lady of a manor than a servant. Her emerald eyes piercing yes kind, the vivid colour making even her drab brown clothing somehow look more affluent than they would have been on any one else. “As you say sir, 40 gold” The Auctioneer said, bowing slightly to the nobleman and not waiting for anyone to challenge him. “Next up we have…” Valorie felt her arm being pulled as she was man handled towards the stage, stumbling slightly she was suddenly in front of the small audience. The members of it looking her over, judging her, trying to discern her worth. “What skills do you have” The man whispered to her. “I…I don’t know, im just a serving girl” she whimpered, a tear rolling down her face as she realised must have been exactly why she had been thrown out, she had no skills and soon she would have no home or friends. The crowd remained silent, a few of them rubbing their chins as if they were thinking about it but not a single bid came in. “Come on ladies and Gentlemen, she is young and fit. Who will give me 5 Gold?” The auctioneer asked again. Still more silence, did no one want her. “4 Gold then?” The seller lowered the price. “I’ll take her for 3 gold, a middle-aged woman held up her hand” Finally a bid! Valorie didn’t want to be sold, but at least it was better than the thought that no one wanted her, even as a servant. “Sold” The man said, clapping his hands together and not waiting for any other bids, or maybe for her to reevaluate the price. Walking off the stage she was still in a little bit of a daze, the last 15 minutes a blur to her as she joined the group that had been successfully sold. A few minutes later Valorie along with a group of around 12 others were ushered back into the castle, having seemingly being bought by nobles that resided within it. A small comfort that at at least she wouldn’t get taken away to some far away land for a noble she didn’t know. Even though she hadn’t been in the castle often she at least knew the town, the traders and many of the other servants she would be working with. Taken through the castle hallways they were led down a set of stone stairs into the basement, approaching a large wooden door they could hear raised voices on the other side of it. “This is absurd, how can this be the only option” “Im sorry M’Lady, it’s the Queens orders. Chamber ladies are becoming more common across the lands, its almost acceptable for most places to have one or two." “Acceptable! I can assure you it is not acceptable for nobility to release themselves into a servant, or at least it is not in this castle!” The voice responded, getting louder as the conversation heated up. “Im sorry M’Lady I meant nothing by it, buts like I said... it's the Queens orders.” “Well, im going to have to go and speak to my daughter then!” As the guard escorting them opened the door it revealed a tall room, possibly a store room of some kind that had been converted into what looked a like a dorm room. A number of beds crammed along the walls of the room, an old table in the centre and surrounded by mismatched chairs. Stood next to the table were a pair of women of whom the voices belonged, one that Valorie recognised instantly as the Queen mother. She had been married to the king that had started the war, but after one too many protests had been confined to the caste, or at least those were the rumours that she had overheard spoken in hushed tones. Despite being next in line she had abdicated the throne to her daughter, the only child she had managed to conceive with her far more elderly husband. “You must be the new servants, line up over there please” The queens mother said, her voice far more calm and poised now. Moving over Valorie was surprised to find herself stood next to the Black haired beauty from before, why would a noble spend 40 Gold on a woman like her only to put her with the rest of them. Walking to the front of the line the Queens mother gave the first girl the once over, a short blonde woman who seemed as nervous as he felt. “Name and previous role” The queens mother ordered, making the blonde servant stand to attention. “Charlotte…um servant…” Nodding the Queen went to the next in line, another blonde but much bulkier. Her arms and legs clearly strong for years of hard work. “Name and role” “Rebecca, farm hand.” An answer that apparently surprised a few of those in the room. A few years ago having a woman as a farm hand would have been unheard of, but with the men out to fight many had picked up jobs otherwise reserved for them. Thinking for a moment, the Queens mother nodded to herself, raising a finger as if she had gotten an idea. “Stables” she said, pointing to the woman and then to a guard in the corner who walked over and took her presumably to the stables. Next in line was the tall black-haired woman next to Valorie. Even the Queens mother seemed to do a double take, a slight frown on her face as she too wondered why she was here. “Name and role” “Morgana, servant your grace” she said, gracefully curtsying. “Seems one of you has some understanding of proper etiquette” The Queens mother said, a slight smile on her face. “Next” she said, now standing imposingly In front of Valorie who couldn't help but swallow deeply. “Valorie, servant your grace” she said, awkwardly curtsying and doing her best not to fall over. Her attempt getting a smile and a shake of a head from the woman in front of her. “Well at least you learn quickly.” Soon the line had been inspected, with two sent to the kitchens and the slightly older seamstress from before sent to the tailors. That left just 9 of them stood there, the women in front of them discussing something in hushed tones. “Ok ladies, I will leave you in the capable hands on Caroline, a trusted advisory.” The queen mother said, turning and leaving the room escorted by a couple of heavily armed guards. “Alright then, im Caroline and I am the head of your servants quarters” Said the middle aged brunette talking to them all. Her slightly larger frame far curvier than most of them in line, but the few extra pounds from the occasional castle feast only increasing her womanly charm and giving her a motherly figure. “Now then, given the current circumstances you have all been selected as Chamber ladies. At least for the time being, it is possible your roles will change in time as other…options…become available to the nobles.” “Im sorry M’am what is a chamber lady?”, one of the women asked to Valorie’s right. It was something she had been wondering, it was not a service she had heard about before but many of those in the auction had said they were one. Maybe it was something only the highest of nobles had around them? “I can understand that, these are new times and this is a new role for us here. However, Chamber ladies have a proud tradition in other countries and even cities in our own nation. As for what we do, we offer relief to the nobles as and when they need it. Due to the current shortage of chamber pots we are currently experiencing, this is the new method that has been chosen to maintain the poise and dignity of noble folk.” Caroline finished, walking over to the nearest bed and picking up a strange tube. “It is your duty to learn how to use one of these and to aid the nobles in its use. That should be no problem for any of you as it is quite simple, you insert one end into yourself and the noble inserts it into themselves." Reaching under her clothes it seemed she was demonstrating the strange procedure to them, even though they couldn't see what she was doing. " At which point it allows the transfer of fluids from one persons bladder to the others bladder. In this way it relieves the noble without them having to expose themselves outside where anyone could see them.” A few nervous glances went around the group, although much to Valorie’s surprise it seemed that many of the group were expecting this, maybe it wasn’t as strange as she thought it was. "Ordinarily we would allow you time to train yourselves to hold longer, but the sudden end to the war and the Queens decree have meant we do not have that luxury. To make matters worse there is a banquet in the castle tonight and you will all be in service throughout the event. As a starter I would recommend you empty yourselves fully before hand and limit drinks throughout." "But now, just to check none of you will embarrass the nobility on your first day we are going to conduct a test.” Caroline finished, opening the door opposite the one they had come in from, revealing a line of fidgeting women. “The first 9 please” she commanded, those nearest the door shuffling into the room and standing opposite the new recruits. The group moving along until Valorie found herself staring at a much larger woman, her heavy set frame and thick neck supporting a toothy grin, the woman seemingly looking down on her with some feeling of glee. “I hope your ready” she said quietly patting her bladder, the woman’s deep and ominous tone making Valorie shiver slightly. “I haven’t gone since last night” she seemed to boast. “Alright Magnus, why don’t we swap you like this. Lets at least give the little girl a chance.” Caroline said, appearing over the large woman’s shoulder. Making the woman apparently called Magnus exchange places with the woman to her right and being replaced thankfully by someone built much more like herself. The young woman obviously squirming where she stood, her bladder apparently full want demanding her attention. “Right then, each of these women was given three glasses of wine at breakfast and have been waiting to relieve themselves. Your job is to take three of them without making a mess on the floor” Caroline commanded. Three! How could she take in 3 peoples bladders! Valorie worried, a sentiment shared by those not already accustom to this. Surely no one could do that, people only had one bladder for a reason right? “Here you go” a tube was hastily pushed into Valories hand by the woman opposite, a look of anguish on her face signalling she was seconds from exploding where she stood. It took a few moments to insert it correctly, a uncomfortable pressure making her wince for a moment. But as soon as it was in, it was hard to tell it was even in there really. “Ok girls, you can go” Caroline said as a chorus of gasps filled the room, the nine wine filled women relaxing their muscles and their bladders emptying themselves. The sensation that followed was far stranger than anything Valorie had expected, a warm heat that was in a strange way comforting was suddenly building inside her from the bottom up. Her already half full bladder becoming heavier as the blushing woman continued to piss into her bladder. After 20 seconds the woman stopped peeing, her body looking far more relaxed now. Despite an increase in pressure and the strange sensation, Valorie didn’t feel too much worse for it. The fullness in her bladder definitely noticeable now though, but maybe she could take three loads after all. Beside her she watched as Magnus’s piss roared through the clear tubing and into Morgarna, the poised woman standing rigidly but her face looking calm. Even as the other 8 women ran dry, the large woman continued filling the black haired woman. The two of them staring into each others eyes, Morgarna’s emerald jem's unblinking as the strangers seemed almost to view each other as an adversarial. After 50 seconds the stream ended, with Magnus clearly grimacing as she tried to force out every drop of liquid from inside her. But Morgana didn’t break, in fact out of all of the new hires she somehow looked the most relaxed. “Next” Caroline shouted, the line of relieved looking servants disappearing to go back to their jobs, replaced by 9 more desperate looking women. Connecting up the next woman Valorie was quickly getting the hang of it, the process was simple despite its intimate nature. Standing with her feet slightly apart she felt her bladder begin to fill once again, the weight of the liquid inside her increasing substantially. Where as last time the room had been filled with a number of sighs of relief, this time the room was quickly filled with the low grunts and complaints of many of the women being filled. Their bladders filling faster and containing more than many of them had ever experienced before. “I…I…..I” a small woman next to Valorie started to say something, her body shaking slightly as her bladder bulged out of her slim body. Moments later her torso convulsed, doubling over as the woman opposite grunted, the stream apparently changing direction and filling her instead, “Stop woman, you’re the chamber lady!” The woman commanded but it was no use, the new recruit unable to control herself. Grunting again the woman opposite pulled the device from herself, having refilled her bladder urine began to splash on the ground underneath her as she lost control. A second stream of pee still shooting out of the end of the tubing as the woman next to Valorie continued to empty herself through it. An acrid smelling puddle quickly spreading across the floor as many of those around her pressed their legs tighter together, the splashing noises of the two streams making them squirm even more. The sight, sound, smell or combination there of was clearly too much for another of them, further down the line of women another seem to burst. Pee racing down her legs as her bladder lost control, the contents of it spilling onto the ground as those around her carefully stepped back. “Next” shouted Caroline, clearly not phased or just used to the display of the three women wetting themselves a few feet from her. 9 more women entered, 7 being hooked up and two standing slightly awkwardly next to the still peeing women. The desperation on their faces clear as they danced on the spot, unsure of what to do. As the third woman let loose a torrent into her bladder Valorie couldn’t help but grunt slightly, her inflated bladder being pushed hard by the new intake. Resting a hand on it through her clothes she could feel it almost vibrating as the new piss thundered into it at some speed. The uncomfortable woman opposite her clearly desperate and in much need of this relief. Within her the pressure was increasing by the second, but somehow she made it. The woman opposite her disconnecting herself and as the others finished she followed them out. The two desperate maids that had gone unrelieved looking around worried, but joining the others despite their bladders still being full from being forced to down glasses of wine with their breakfast. “You and you” Caroline pointed angrily at the two women now standing in their wet clothes. “You failed, do you know what you could have caused if you did that in the presence of some of the guests tonight. Get out of my sight, Ill decide what to do with you later.” The two women looked at each other sheepishly before trudging out of the room leaving a trail of drops and wet footprints. “As for the rest of you, line up again please and this time with your legs a shoulder width apart.” That last command would be difficult, most of them currently had their legs pressed tightly against each other, the need to urinate stronger than they could ever remember. Valorie was no different, but she had always done her best to control such urges, making sure to finish her chores before relieving herself. So being a bit desperate was nothing new, even though this just felt totally different. Taking a deep breath she took a step forwards to join the just as confident Morgana and a blonde woman to her right that she had missed the name of during the queen mothers questioning. “I said shoulder width apart” Caroline chastised a young girl near the end of the line. Her hands buried deep in her crotch and legs crossed where she was stood. She had taken the three loads, but was clearly at her wits end. “I cant” the poor girl sobbed. “Can’t or wont?” Caroline said accusingly, her stern tone making the woman step forward her legs slightly apart. “Shoulder width” Their apparent task master commanded, tapping the inside of the woman's legs who responded by widening her stance. Almost as soon as she had moved them she let out a little whimper, moments before a waterfall began to fall between her slim legs. A river of other peoples pee slowly escaping the sobbing woman, her face now covered by her hands as she hid from the shame of being unable to control herself. Shaking her head Caroline ignored her, walking back to the centre of the remaining 6. “Now then, for the rest of you who plan on passing this test, it is important to keep your poise at all times unlike your friend here. You are no longer mere servants but chamber ladies, you will serve the most important and wealthy members of the crown and their visitors. As such, you much behave with a certain level of decorum, not like a small child.” Beginning to pace up and down the line Caroline continued, the sense of pride she had about the job easy to hear in her tone. “As a chamber lady your duty is to serve, regardless of your own needs. Your own needs must go silent and unnoticed by those you serve and those around them, it is a discrete service we offer. That goes for being filled too, there may come a time and place where you are required to in public and it is your responsibility to be able to perform your duty without others noticing, for the sake of your nobles whose appearance can be the difference between a successful meeting or not. You can not jeopardise the future of this country because you are unable to help or hold it” Caroline said, looking at the woman who had finally finished making a mess on the floor with a level of disdain. Now then those of you who are new to this may think this is a little strange, perhaps even not worth it. But our position is a vital one, we help the lords and ladies maintain their dignity and in return we get to sit at some of the most important tables anywhere in the land. It is an honour and a privilege to be a chamber lady, don’t forget that.” As she listened to her Caroline's stirring speech Valorie hadn’t thought about it before, but maybe she was right. Tonight she would be at a party in the same castle as the queen and all of the nobles. She wouldn’t have ever been allowed to see, let alone attend the event if she hadn’t been sold this morning. “Now I will give you your patrons” Caroline said, walking up and down the row a few times as if gauging their ability to remain poised. Valorie had to admit it was getting harder, with each second that passed the urge to shut her legs was getting stronger. “You, you and you” She pointed to three women, you will serve the visiting nobles between you. Stepping in front of Valorie, Caroline seemed to think for a moment. Looking between her and Morgana, before pointing at her. “Queen”. Valories eyes went wide, she would be serving the Queen! Not 30 minutes earlier she had been told she had no skills and now she was a servant of the most important and powerful woman in all the land. This had to be a mistake, what if she couldn’t handle it. “Queens guest” Caroline said, her finger moving to Morgana. Walking over to the final woman she paused for a moment “Lord and lady wellington. They will be in attendance together are you going to able to handle that.” “Yes mam, I can handle anything. Give me a whole group if you want, this bladder doesn’t break” The stout large breasted blonde said confidently. “Name?” Caroline asked. “Laura” “Well Laura, this is no place for Ego’s. If we do our job correctly, no one will even notice. Remember that” Caroline’s sentence making the woman she was reprimanding blush deeply and Valorie could tell she was biting her tongue not to say something else. “And you, wet one. Kitchen server” She said with a wave of her hand, not even looking in her direction. “Now im sure you all need to relieve yourselves and remember to go again before you attended the party. It starts at 6pm but I would advise you to check in on your Patrons beforehand if you can. Maybe suggest they empty themselves before the party too so you can release it for them with the rest of the servants before it begins." Pausing for a moment she turned to look at them all, her face stern and commanding "Remember, you are the key to our nobles remaining poised and respected, I wont have you degrading our country.” With that their leader left through the door and the guards indicated they should exit the opposite way. What a morning it had been, as she walked up the road this morning, Valorie could never have imagined how her life would have changed. ------------------------------- Thanks for reading, there was a lot of set up in this chapter but I hope it was enjoyable. This is part 1 of 3, more to come soon. Leaky Bunnie, pguy69, Trickling Down and 10 others 11 1 1 Quote Link to comment
SpaceWonderer 699 Posted August 18, 2020 Share Posted August 18, 2020 Awesome as always, I am waiting for the next part! I've read the original story long time ago and always wished it would get continued. Quote Link to comment
Noot 758 Posted August 18, 2020 Share Posted August 18, 2020 Great piece! Big fan of the original story and envious of you getting to write something in the same world. Really well written. Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted August 19, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted August 19, 2020 I am so loving this story so far Quote Link to comment
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Markj9494 569 Posted August 20, 2020 Author Share Posted August 20, 2020 17 hours ago, Foxlover said: Surpassing and exceeding expectations, mate 😩 Hey, thank you so much, glad you are enjoying it and I hope the rest of it lives up to your expectations. 19 hours ago, Melificentfan said: I am so loving this story so far Thank you! On 8/18/2020 at 10:18 PM, Noot said: Great piece! Big fan of the original story and envious of you getting to write something in the same world. Really well written. Yeah the original was such a great story and concept, its quite fun to get to write something in the same world. Although its quite the pressure to make something that reaches the same level. On 8/18/2020 at 9:30 PM, Dtravis said: Awesome as always, I am waiting for the next part! I've read the original story long time ago and always wished it would get continued. Thank you! It was definitely one of the best RP's that I have read on this site, at least for what I like. Its not quite the same as a continuation, but hopefully its still enjoyable. Quote Link to comment
Markj9494 569 Posted August 22, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 22, 2020 Chapter 2: The Queens Guest Leaving hastily through the door they had all come through earlier Valorie followed the others, hoping they would show her to where she could relieve herself. Heaving open a large wooden door, the first woman led them out a side door to the castle and into a small courtyard that backed onto the river. Rushing out to nearby bushs or whatever cover they could find the group of desperate women began pulling and bunching up their clothes as one by one heavy streams began to fall onto the dirt beneath them. Sighing with relief Valorie felt the weight and stress of the last hour leave her, but looking up she blushed deeply after realising what was happening. All around here were her new colleagues, pissing freely where anyone could see them. Well all except one, as she looked around the women she was suddenly aware that Morgana had not followed them, had she found somewhere more private to relieve herself? The raven haired woman certainly seemed to know her way around a castle, while her quiet confidence indicated she was use to this sort of thing. After a few moments of blissful relief the group recollected their thoughts, moving back into the room that was to be their quarters for the time being. Entering the room they found Morgana tidying up one of the beds that she had apparently claimed as her own. “Hey, did you not follow us? If you need to go, I can show you where you can relieve yourself” Valorie said walking over to her and choosing the bed one along from hers. Despite not having spoken to her, she seemed like a nice person and could hopefully show her the ropes of how to behave now she was around royalty. “That’s kind of you but I’m ok.” The black-haired woman said calmly. “Really, even after all that?” Valorie asked. While she too had survived the trial, she was amazed by how un-phased her new friend was. “She is just showing off, I best you’re dying to go. Your fake composure can’t fool me” Came a goading remark from Laura, the same woman Caroline had talked too earlier about her idle boasting. Turning to look at the woman calling her out Morgana shrugged, “I mean I’m not trying to fool anyone, I admit I need to pee, but our job is to hold it while remaining composed. All I’m doing is exactly that, if you fail to do it in private how can you pretend to do it in the presence of our Patrons.” She finished, fluffing up the chicken feather pillows they had been given. “Yeah, well I can hold twice the number of people as any of you.” Laura said as she aggressively pointed at each of them. “I don’t think this is a contest” Another of the woman interrupted, clearly annoyed by the childish boasting. “Which is a good thing for you, whatever your name is.” Laura replied callously, her disdain for them clearly not just limited to Morgana. “Well, its nice to see you were too busy boasting to learn our names” the new speaker stepping forwards, her appearance slightly older than the rest of them with a body that seemed more fit for motherhood than servitude. But the extra few years of experience clearly gave her enough confidence to call out the younger womans claims, unlike Valorie or many of the others. Valorie for her part wasn’t sure what to do. She hated confrontation but at the same time she didn’t want to put herself in the middle of this by trying to mediate. “Yeah, like you know theirs” Laura said, waving her hand around the room as the others paused to watch the heated debate. “Well I am Charlotte, that’s Macey, Anna, Valorie and you seem to already have it out for Morgana.” The new blonde woman answered back. “Whatever” Laura said, turning quickly and ignoring the rest of them, her long blonde hair pushed over her shoulder. A quiet silence falling on the group as the argument subsided and they began to inspect their new surroundings. “Are you ok, you look a little nervous?” Morgana asked Valorie, noticing the young woman biting her thumb nail. It was a habit she had tried to curb, but given everything that happened today she hadn’t even noticed herself doing it. “I’m just a little nervous, I’ve not had to serve a noble before.” She admitted timidly, looking at something on the floor and trying to avoid the other woman's gaze. “I can give you some pointers if you want?” “That would be great” Valorie said, the suggestion cheering her up instantly as she looked up. When she had thought about learning from her, she had expected to do it by watching what she did and copying. But this would be far better and hopefully bring her up to speed before the party tonight. “Mind if I join, and me!” Came another couple of voices from beside them, their desire to learn also making Valorie realise that she wasn’t the only one new to this, they were all in this together. Soon all of them except Laura were seated around a table in the kitchen, Morgana going over the basics of etiquette. Some of them knew certain aspects but they were all clearly missing a part of their education in these matters, their previous lords or ladies not requiring them to be this formal. “And finally, that is the second dessert spoon” She said, indicating to the spoon three to the left and above the 3rd and 4th forks. Putting it down she indicated to the glass In front of her. “Glasses will always be filled from the right, which likely means from between you and your patron. Now, the staff here are responsible for filling them and making sure no one gets an empty glass, but we can help by making sure we are not in the way. Ideally if we are good at our job we will form part of a seamless operation to make sure that no one notices us or the other servants do our job” “Couldn’t have said it better myself” Came a familiar voice from behind the group. Turning around in their seats they were all surprised to see the Queens mother “Lady Plover” Morgana said standing hastily and curtsying, something the others did quickly and to the humour of the woman they were now facing. “Please, call me Lady Meredith. The title and name of Plover now falls to my daughter the Queen. Don’t let me interrupt...but good work” She finished, nodding approvingly before walking away. Once out of sight the group let out a collectively held breath, sitting down they couldn’t help but laugh about it. “I cant say this enough but thank you so much Morgana, you don’t know how much more relaxed this has made me about the whole thing.” Valorie said earnestly. “Same here. I had no idea about any of this stuff” Anna said. “Me neither, this really was a life saver” Macey added, almost laughing at the sheer difference from what she was use too at the farmstead she had been sold from. There were some meals where she didn’t even eat with cutlery, never mind 5 sets of it. Smiling sweetly Morgana simply nodded, unsure of what to say. She had come from a castle run by an elderly couple that liked to pretend they were high up in the feudal order. A large part of that was getting their servants to treat them like royalty, as such they had accidentally prepared her for this new role. But at the same time, she and the other servants there hadn’t shared much in the way of emotional intimacy. Something that was putting her slightly at odds with these new women who seemed to look at her more like a friend, despite only meeting for the first time today. “Alright ladies, stop sitting around here and go find your patrons. The preparations for the party are about to start.” Came another familiar voice, Caroline was seemingly never too far away. “But put all this back where you found it first”. Walking back through the castle the group had separated, going to find those that they would be serving in the afternoon. But thankfully for Valorie Morgana was still with her, assigned to the queen and queens guests meant she at least had one friend with her. Stopping at the large wooden doors to the queens room they knocked, only entering after the queen had said too. The ornate room was immaculately clean, two maids currently finishing up. The linen on the bed the whitest Valorie had ever seen and invitingly soft looking. Standing a few feet from the queen who was currently having her long platinum blonde hair brushed by a servant as they both curtsied before her. “And who might you both be?” The queen asked, peering suspiciously at them. The faintest of crows feet the only betraying signs of an ageing face, her youthful skin protected from the years of hard work most women had faced in recent times. “I am Valorie your grace, your new chamber lady.” She said curtsying again. “Morgana your Grace, I will be serving as chamber lady to your guest” “Mmm yes now I remember. Very well, but you cant represent me looking like that. Isabelle!” the queen cried loudly, summoning a short woman who ran in from the other room. “Yes your grace” She said curtsying a little awkwardly as she crossed the boundaries of the two rooms. “Find these ladies something more suitable to wear for tonight. They will be accompanying me and as such need to stop looking so much like peasants” “Yes your grace” Isabelle replied nodding her head for the two of them to follow. Valorie took a step away before remembering one of the many things Morgana had said, hastily turning and curtsying yet again next to her friend who was doing the same. Led through a set of double doors still inside the many rooms that the Queen had as her private wing, the three of emerged into the biggest dressing room that any of them had seen. All around them were manikins and shelves filled with ornate clothing and accessories. Although even in this room it seemed a number of items were missing, probably the ones that may have been sold to further bring in money for the kingdom. “Right then, please strip and stand up straight. I will find something to fit you both.” Isabel said, looking them over and trying to guess their measurements. Moments later the doors flew open and a gaggle of other servants entered. Each carrying something with them, from hair brushes to corsets and some things she had no idea what they were for. Surrounding the pair they began pulling, preening and pushing them around in a blur of activity that was making Valorie dizzy. But once they were done they quickly disappeared out of the same door, leaving the two of them bemused. Looking at each other they couldn’t argue about the results though, the already beautiful Morgana looking more like a noble than ever. Her long black hair braided with a green ribbon tied through it to match her eyes and her flowing silk dress. Valorie for her part could barely recognise the woman in the mirror, the signs of the woman she was before hidden behind a facade of face powders and clothes she would never have been able to afford. If it hadn’t been for the slit up her thigh on the violet dress, she would have questioned how they would possibly do their job tonight. But it seemed that the people in charge had apparently thought of everything. “ok lets go” Isabell said, indicating back to the queens quarters. Standing awkwardly in the centre of the room, the queen approached them both, walking around them as if inspecting a cut of meat. Umming and arrring, occasionally pinching a bit of the fabric or moving an errant wisp of hair. “Yes this will do, thank you Isabel." she said dismissing the servant with a wave of her hand. "Now Valorie, I must use you before the guests arrive.” A little taken aback by the suddenness of it, she felt the end of the queen’s device pushed into her hand. Bunching up her new dress she inserted it inside herself. “You will have to be more discrete than that in the party” The queen said frowning slightly at her, before parting the dress she was wearing and inserting it subtly with one hand. If someone hadn’t been watching closely it would have been hard to tell anything was happening. “Sorry your majesty” Valorie said bowing slightly before straightening up as she felt the Queens pee start to enter her. The warm filling sensation from earlier coming back as her bladder started to stretch again. After a few moments she was Thankful she had emptied out earlier because the Queen could apparently hold quite a lot even though she didnt seem desperate. Her majesty ironing out a crease in the dress she would wear tonight that was sitting on a manakin of her likeness, all the while her urine pumped between her emptying bladder and Valorie’s filling one. After around 40 seconds she finished, breathing a sigh of relief and detaching herself from her chamber maid and handed her the other end of the device. Valorie could definitely feel the large quantity of pee now sitting inside her, it was far more than any one of the servants she had taken in previously. It made her wonder quite how long had the queen been holding it. If she could manage this maybe her job tonight would actually be easy, but the advice of Caroline went through her mind again. “If you will excuse me for a moment your grace” She said, planning to give herself as much of a chance of being comfortable tonight as possible. “No no, the guests will arrive soon there is no time for that. You must both accompany me to the entrance so that we may greet them once they arrive.” The queen replied dismissively. A pair of new servants pulling on her dress for her as the queen studied her reflection in the mirror. Apparently satisfied with how she looked she turned to them both. “Come on then” and with that she turned sharply, the doors In front of her opening before she reached them. The gardens were as impressive as the castle, the perfectly cut hedges and topiaries turning the acres of green space into somewhat of a maze. Standing at the entrance they were soon joined by Queens mother and the other chamber ladies, most of whom had been dressed up in fancy clothing and were nervously waiting for their patrons to arrive. Only Morgana and Laura seemed to be unaffected by the situation, their confidence inspiring but not quite rubbing off on many of the others. Soon the first cart pulled up, its impressive carriage pulled by two giants of horses, their breaths visible in the cool afternoon air. “Lord and Lady Wellington with their daughter Miss Sandra Wellington.” A man announced as the doors of the carriage were opened by the smartly dressed driver who bowed as they stepped out. A rather portly gentleman with a large bushy moustache was first to emerge, his eyes slightly wide and scanning around with an air of suspicion. Holding out his arm his wife quickly took it, a slim tall woman with wiry red hair. “Ah Lady Plover!” he announced loudly, his deep booming voice surprisingly cheerful for his appearance. “Lord and Lady Wellington, always a pleasure” the Queen said holding out a hand which the lord placed in between his hands as he bowed slightly to her. “May I introduce my daughter Sandra” he said turning as an almost mirror image of his wife came up behind him, her much more striking red hair barely wrangled into a tight bow. Curtsying with some grace the young woman seemed to be avoiding eye contact with the queen. Given that her farther had just introduce her, was this the first time she had seen the queen, an understandable reason to be nervous Valorie thought to herself. “Now im afraid to make our welcome so crude, but after a long day of travelling I would ask you for use of a privy my Queen” The lord said blushing slightly. “Certainly, we have arranged a chamber lady for you and your wife’s use” “A chamber lady” He said hesitantly. “Yes, we have done away with the antiquated chamber pots of old and now have trained servants to help carry the weight of our consumption.” The queen announced proudly, skipping over the part about needing to sell them to pay for the war they had just lost. “I had heard of these” Lady wellington said excitedly, elbowing her husband gently. “Laura, these are your charges if you would like to relive them” Caroline said, having joined them at the entrance to oversee the roles she had set out earlier. “Your lord and ladyship” the buxom blonde said, curtsying as she stepped out of line and then handing over the end of her device. “If you would like to make use of me, I am at your service.” “Splendid” His lordship said, grabbing the end and beginning to rummage around in his clothing for a moment. His wife and daughter beginning to visibly fidget beside him, their own needs having to wait a little longer. “How do you use this blooming thing” he announced, his frustration apparent at being unable to relieve himself. “I can aid you if you would like me too?” Laura said, uncharacteristically calm and kindly. “Yes, servant help me with this thing.” He said, almost throwing the other end of the device back at her in annoyance with it. Catching it Laura carefully slid her hands under the lords clothing to help attach it as she had been shown. It was a little different given she had only practices with other women but the process was more or less the same. “Don’t get any ideas” his wife said half-jokingly to her husband, but the look she gave Laura was anything but humorous. After a few seconds the pair were attached and as Laura stepped away she heard him sigh heavily, a warm stream starting to flow between their bladders. “Oh yes” He said, his posture sinking slightly as he enjoyed his bladders release. “Much more dignified than squatting over the floor like an animal don’t you think” he asked, turning to see his red faced wife and squirming daughter. “What is the matter with you two?” He said in a raised tone. “I require the use of the chamber maid too” His wife said, curtsying for some reason as if she had said something offensive or rude in the presence of the Queen who was still stood watching the spectacle unfold. “I…I do too!” His daughter said quietly “But I don’t know if I can…go with a crowd”. “if your grace would allow it, perhaps I can help the young lady somewhere more private?” Morgana suggested. Her own Patron not having arrived yet she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the young girl. It was clear her need to pee was substantial, but in the presence of the queen she could do nothing about it without risking bringing humiliation to her family. How she was sure the girl would have been squirming and dancing around the gardens if were not for their presence. “Ok, but be quick about it” The queen said, the young girl taking Morgana's hand and being led away from the group and to some relative cover. Taking small steps they made their way between a group of tall shrubberies untill the young girl suddenly doubled over. “Please, I cant hold it. Im sorry, I should have listened to them and gone before we set off, but I didn’t need to go then and now I have been holding it all day and I….. “Its ok” Morgana said softly, smiling at the young girl who had pushed herself so far for her family. “Please, take this” she continued, handing the whimpering girl the end of her device. Hastily she attached it to herself and groaned loudly as a heavily pressurised stream burst from her, the speed taking Morgana slightly by surprise and after 20 seconds she was beginning to see why the young girl had been so uncomfortable. A large bladder seemed to be a family trait, the lord now switching place with his desperate wife after filling Laura with a considerable volume. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle, her iron bladder had never been bested before and she wasn’t about to let it be now. But in spite of her confident demeanour, as her bladder continued to stretch from its previously empty state she couldn't help but wince slightly as her muscles started to cramp inside her. The suddenness and volume of the intake bloating her bladder uncomfortably quickly. Focusing on the feeling for a moment Laura had forgotten where she was, her mind unfocused as she felt the sensations going on her bladder escalate. But a sudden trumpet blast startled her slightly and looking over she could see a group of horses approaching. Watching the Queen closely Valorie hadn’t see her act like this before, she was clearly nervous to meet whom ever it was riding towards them. Her immaculate posture becoming more emphasised as she straightened her back even more and began adjusting her hair constantly. Was this her guest, even if it was, why could she be so nervous. “Lord Geoffrey Munster, Prince of the Western Isles.” The same guard announced as the slow clopping of a dozen or more horses approached them. Stopping in front of them a tall muscular man jumped from his horse, his bushy beard and long hair jostling slightly as he adjusted himself after what must have been a long ride. Looking up he spotted the Queen at which point his own demeanour changed instantly. “Your grace!” he said bowing deeply. “My apologise, I was not expecting to be met by you at the gates.” “Prince Geoffrey” she responded, curtsying deeply. Clearly this was no ordinary meeting or guest. “Please call me Keira” “As you wish my lady, may I say word of your beauty fails to do you justice” he said, bowing again and kissing her hand, a faint redness appearing in the queen’s cheeks. “And who pray tell is this beguiling beauty, a sister perhaps?” He said, looking over her shoulder and towards Valorie who suddenly felt herself at a loss for words. But a moment later it became clear she was not the focus of his attention but the returning Morgana. Her elegant frame walking passed her and taking her place next to the queen as the young lady she was helping returned to her parents who were still using Laura to relieve themselves. The Blonde chamber lady clearly feeling the weight of the contents of the two bladders but putting on a strong face. “I…..” Morgana started before the lord gently cupped her hand, kneeling on one leg he kissed her hand too. “She is just a servant” The queen said hastily, flustered by her guest’s apparent fondness for her. “Surely not just a servant” He said, still holding onto her hand as she stood slightly awkwardly, caught between being courteous to the guest and not annoying her Queen. “She is your chamber lady for today and for the length of your stay here.” “A chamber lady you say, so it seems their services had reached even this far then. Perhaps I should tell my parents of their services if all goes well tonight” he said, finally releasing Morgana's hand, but still staring into her green eyes. “Ahem” the queen clearly her throat softly, “would you like to join me in the gardens for a walk?” “That sounds lovely” He smiled charmingly at the queen who seemed to relax a little. “Although, after such a long ride would you excuse me while I relieved myself for a moment.” “Of course” she replied, now back to forcing another smile. “If you would accompany me somewhere more private miss, I would not dishonour your majesty by performing such needs in front of her” he said, causing the Wellingtons to glower at him. Themselves having only just finished up with Laura. Getting a reluctant nod from the queen, Morgana was led back to the same corner she had visited with the young woman previously and out of sight of the others. “Well, he hasn’t changed a bit since you were little.” The queens mother said slightly condescendingly. “Mother” “What, even as a young one he was always a bit of a ladies man. I remember even you seemed to have a thing for him.” “Mother!” The queen repeated, this time tearing her eyes away from the bushes he and Morgana had disappeared around moments before to look at her. She was currently stood with a couple of her elderly friends smiling somewhat at her expense. All of them old enough to remember their children including her running around these same gardens with a number of the other princes and princesses of other countries. “Why don’t you and your friends go and find something to do, maybe use your own chamber maid and stop embarrassing me” “Kiera, once you are a mother you will understand the fondness we have for such memories, and do you think so little of us that you expect us to use your chamber ladies? We have never and will not stoop to such unbecoming levels as to use servants in such a way.” Her sentence mixed with pride and disdain, but it was clear it was not for the servants but those that would use them. Valorie couldn’t help but think back to Caroline’s speech earlier, the two women clearly having such drastically different options of the service that she now provided. But would the ageing woman be able to hold it through the entire day, and what would she do afterwards. Surely the queens mother and her friends would need to relieve themselves at some point. “Sorry about that” Geoffrey said loudly as the emerged from the hedges still adjusting his trousers slightly. “Now I believe you mentioned a walk through your fine garden?” He added cheerfully, holding out his arm for her to take. “Of course, would you like something to drink?” Kiera asked, sliding her arm through his and enjoying the closeness of his body to hers. “I would love some wine If it is no trouble” He said, as they set off into the rest of the estate. “Morgana, why don’t you go and get us something to drink. There are tables in the centre of the grounds, im sure you wont have any problem finding them right?” The queen casually suggested. “Yes your grace” Morgana said, curtsying and walking off in the search of some wine for the queen and her guest Walking behind the queen and her new friend, Valorie was putting two and two together. It wasn’t their jobs to fetch things for the queen or her guests, so it wasn’t hard to figure out the queens other motive of sending her friend away for tasks that were not hers. Despite their positions she clearly saw Morgana as competition for the favour of this man, getting rid of her was just a plot to let the two of them spend more time together. Something that became more apparent over the next couple of hours as the group of them walked around the gardens, Valorie walking around quietly and largely ignored while the queen seemed to send Morgana away at any and all opportunities. However, this to her worry meant a lot of trips to supply them with wine or Ale and that was something both of them were starting to notice. By this point the grounds were full of guests and servants, from time to time they would spot another of their friends accompanying their patrons. Sometimes they would even catch a glimpse of them being hurridly connected to each other as the large amounts of wine took their toll on everyone in attendance, the queens group included. “I am sorry Keira, but Im afraid I have drunk too much and must make use of your servant once again.” Geoffrey announced, but far from looking apologetic it was easy to tell he was excited. His eyes already looking over Morgana, even before they were out of sight. Leading the servant away by her hand he almost pulled the tall woman along as she looked back at the pair of them, Valorie now alone with the queen for the first time. Was she supposed to make small talk? or just remain silent? “Why don’t you go and refill our wine” The queen said, indicating the half empty vase of wine that Morgana just had enough time to set aside. “Yes your majesty” Valorie said, happy to be given something to do as she walked off to find the tables they had passed a few minutes ago. Quickly backtracking she found the tables easily. Walking over to the one with similar jugs she went to grab a full one, only to find the ones on these tables were empty. Peering into a couple of them they were clearly drained of their contents, had the guests really gone through so much wine? “Look who it is, where is Morgana then?” came a snide remark from Laura as she placed another empty jug on the table. “She is with the queen and her lord.” Valorie replied, looking around for where she could get the wine for the queen. “Who does she think she is anyway” Laura continued, ignoring her answer. “Walking around like she is better than us, well she will see who had the real iron bladder, even if I have to force the wine on my patrons to fill me up, I’ll show her.” “Do you know where……” Valorie started, becoming a bit nervous about how long she was taking. “And you, how come someone as plain and small bladdered as you got the queen. That should have been my job!” Laura said condescendingly, peering down her nose at her. “Oh leave her alone, Caroline chose our roles not us” Anna said, she too returning a now empty pitcher of ale to the table. “But they sure can go through this stuff though” “Yeah, and I’ll hold it all even if I have to do all your jobs for you.” Laura said confidently. “But my patrons require more to drink so if you will excuse me.” Walking off she seemingly disappeared and while Valorie was worrying about how long she was taking, she didn’t really want to end up at the table with Laura at the same time. “Whats wrong with that one” Anna said, her legs pressing together slightly. “Are you ok?” “Yeah, just need to pee. My lords have been going through this stuff so quickly and are passing it on to me just as fast” she said, a hand resting on her slightly bloated stomach. “The queen is too, I think she is just sending us out to get things so she can be alone with her guest.” Valorie said, becoming slightly worried she had said too much. “At least the queen isn’t trying to undress you. The amount of hands I have had to swat away so far tonight is starting to worry me. Im sure the Ale wont help with that either.” “Maybe they will get too drunk to be able to stand soon, so you wont have anything to worry about then” Valorie joked, happy to see a smile appear on Anna’s face. The short Brunette clearly agreeing and hoping it would happen sooner rather than later. Accompanying each other to the new drinks table after giving Laura a few moments head start they each grabbed a large vase of wine and went their separate ways. Arriving back at the queen who hadn’t moved far she was surprised to see that Morgana and her lord had not returned. “Oh good, I was beginning to think I had been abandoned by my servants.” The queen said sarcastically. “Sorry your grace” she apologised. “Now that you are here, I need to relieve myself.” “Yes your grace” Valorie said, handing over the end of the device to the queen who swiftly attached it and let out a steady 30 second stream. It wasn’t as much as she had pumped into Valorie earlier in the day, but it was still enough to make a noticeable difference inside her. The pressure multiplying quickly as the new weight of liquid settled inside her. pressing her legs together Valorie waited for her body to adapt to its new fullness. “Keira, I thought you had more decency than to use your servants like this.” The queens mother said, rounding the corner unknown to both of them. “It is their duty, its why we have them” she said, detaching herself and standing up straight again. “That may be true but it is only because those are the duties we give them....why don’t we take a walk” her mother said, putting her arm through her daughters. “Yes mother” Kiera said, the pair of them walking off. Following behind them Valorie was becoming aware of the short and purposeful strides the queens mother was making. Was she too struggling with a full bladder, but refusing to take release on principle even if it left her uncomfortable? Walk around behind them for some time they were soon re-joined by the queens guest and Morgana who received a much more disdainful look from her, despite the lords suggestion they could find nowhere private enough to let him use her. His explanation temporarily interrupted by a loud cry that could be he heard from a group of men, several of them crashing their goblets together. The end of their apparently entertaining story ending in a round of laughter and applause. “You there chamber maid, I require your attention” the story teller shouted as ale swished out of his full goblet. "Yeah and then I do and I think Rob and hell I think we could all do with a private session with you" Another joked boisterously. “Yes my lord” Charlotte replied, pulling out her device for him to use. She had so far gone unused and was rather hoping the group she served would become to drunk to notice and simply relieve themselves outside. But it seemed she would have no such luck this evening, a fact she was cursing alongside the fact so many of the other women had failed the test earlier. With only 6 passing, it seemed she was supposed to be doing the jobs to two women given the size of her group. Unlike many of the other patrons of the chamber ladies, it also seemed that none of Charlotte's group had an issue of using her in the sight of the others. One by one the group of young men attached themselves to her, letting out steady streams for several minutes as her bladder expanded in front of them. As the last man started draining himself Charlotte couldn’t help but grunt loudly, causing a cheer to erupt between the others as she clutched her now heavily distended abdomen. The short blonde haired woman’s body filling to levels that even she was not use too. She had been a chamber lady before, but nothing like this. Breathing heavily Charlotte somehow survived the ordeal, her abdomen heavily bloated with the drunken bladders of the men and aching terribly. Her muscles were being stretched to their limits, but she had held. Although as the darts of pain started to shoot across her body she knew she couldn’t manage like this for long, fireworks of pain radiating out from her bladder as those around her cheered at its discomfort. “Please," She stammered again. She had started to protest after the fourth man, but it had fallen on deaf ears as the next man had instantly attached himself. "If you will excuse me sir’s I need to make myself comfortable so I may continue to serve you.” She said, trying to phrase it in a way that they may not fully understand what she meant. “I thought you were to serve us all night?” One of them asked, his head cocked to the side. “I am at your service for all of tonight, but im afraid I can not take much more. So if you would like to use my services later im afraid I must take a moment” She replied, stifling a groan as pulses started racing through her body. Her bladder contracting rapidly inside her abdomen more and more as the seconds passed and her body began to comprehend its actual fullness. The speed of her bladders inflation apparently causing her discomfort to lag slightly and only know was her brain catching up. “well, I’ll consider it, if you go and get us another jug of ale. it would appear we are out” But even as he was saying this she could hear the men boasting beside her. It seemed to her horror that they were treating it like a game, trying to see who could be the one to break her iron control. “Please sir, im desperate” she almost begged while now bobbing on the spot, admitting her need in plain language for the first time. She watched the lord sigh deeply, his eyes softening slightly. “Ok fine, but be quick and remember to bring us back two ale jugs. I cant say the others will be as generous so make the most of it.” he finished dismissively as he sat down with the others. “Thank you sir” she said curtsying before standing rapidly, the separation of her legs almost causing her to lose it instantly. Rushing through the garden Charlotte almost held her breath for fear that any relaxing would spell disaster for her aching muscles. Their rapid expansion from empty to beyond full in just minutes not giving her body any time to adapt or build strength in the muscles she needed right now. Picking up speed she cradled her distended bladder with both hands, her muscles threatening to breakdown at any moment. Looking up she spotted Anna ahead of her, her hands full of yet another empty jug. “Hey Charlotte, are you ok” “NNN, NuuNN” She uttered, not stopping movement as she shook her head violently. The look of concern on her friends face easy to see as she passed in a blur in search of relief. Rounding the next corner, her feet moving feverishly until she was forced to stop as a pair of elderly looking lords blocked her path. One of them currently emptying himself into Macey, the look of discomfort on her friends face causing Charlotte to double over as she watched her bladder swell before her eyes. The sight making her own throb deeply in sympathy to her friends plight, quickly skirting around them to resume her hurried rush through the gardens. Looking ahead she was almost there, she was just moments from relief! Pushing open the large wooden door to the servants entrance of the kitchen was almost too much for her, but she was too close to let go of her control now. Hurrying through the kitchen she felt it, the first wavering of her muscles that told her she was nearing a catastrophic and humiliating end. Racing between the tows of ovens and equipment her foot stepped in something sticky, her lace-less shoe pulled from her foot by something resembling uncooked dough. But Charlotte knew she had no time to spare, she had to leave it. Continuing with one bare foot she somewhat shambled down the corridor holding her bladder muscles together with her hands, finally she could see the exterior door they had all used earlier. Slamming it open she hiked up the pretty blue dress she had been given for this event and no sooner as it had moved past her waist her bladder burst. A hot stream of urine spraying out of her as she groaned in relief, her head becoming light as she felt the most amazing sensation. Her tense body sagging a little as she finally fell into a crouched position, a few rivulets running down her bare legs, but thankfully the dress had been saved and so had her bladder. “Alright love, looks like you needed that” came a voice behind her. Turning her head slightly she was mortified to see a group of three male guards relieving themselves in the same small courtyard, each and every one of them able to see up her bunched up dress. Blushing madly she turned away from them, the stream coming out of her arching as she twisted but not slowing for one moment. Despite the humiliation of the guards seeing her, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel relieved. She would really have to ask the men to space themselves out next time, or risk a repeat performance or worse. --------------------------------------------- Once again, thank you for reading. Still a lot of backstory / build up, but I hope people are still enjoying it. But as the guests continue to drink their weight in wine, things might be about to get a little uncomfortable for our chamber ladies. Kei, Leaky Bunnie, Tentacool and 5 others 7 1 Quote Link to comment
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Markj9494 569 Posted August 28, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 28, 2020 So here is the final chapter, be warned its a bit of a long one, but I hope you all enjoy! Chapter 3: The feast Back in the garden Valorie was watching the queen becoming increasing frustrated, but this time not at Morgana. Prince Geoffrey and her mother were currently walking around with their arms linked, reminiscing about his parent’s holidays to their city when they were younger. A number of which brought back seemingly embarrassing stories about her that the queen clearly thought were beneath her royal stature. “Mother, don’t you think some of our other guests would enjoy a chance to speak to you?” she suggested, clearly trying to break up the pairing as they laughed about yet another tale of childish innocence. “Nonsense, the night is still young dear.” She replied. “I need a drink” The queen muttered to herself, outstretching her empty glass for Valorie to refill with the wine she had brought back. Lifting the heavy jug Valorie began to pour the drink out of the cumbersome container, designed more for tables than to walk around with. “Besides, I’d really like to know who it was that broke my grandfather’s air loom the last time you and your sister were here” Lady Meredith continued. A quiet gasped escaped the Queen as her eyes widened for a second, her mother’s question somewhat surprising her. Surprise that caused the grasp of her cup to faulter, the silver goblet tumbling from her hand and too the floor. Caught between pouring into the cup and the unexpected movement of it Valorie’s grip also failed, the heavy jug following the goblet onto the freshly cut grass beneath them. “Im sorry, im so sorry!” She began to stammer bending down to grab the fallen items. “Do you know how much this dress costs, what if that had gotten on me!” The queen shouted, a number of people around them pausing their conversations to look at their group. “I’m sorry your grace” Valorie could feel tears beginning to well in her eyes, why did this sort of thing always happen to her. “Kiera, im sure she didn’t do it on purpose.” The queens mother started. “That’s not the point, now go and get a jug to replace that. And you!, go and get me a clean goblet from the kitchens” she said, handing off the one she had just been handed from the floor to Morgana. Curtseying deeply and trying to collect her thoughts Valorie left them quickly, trying to clear thoughts about what had just happened from her mind. But as she approached the table she had visited not so long ago, she was shocked to see it completely empty of jugs as the queens guests went through the drinks with some speed. Standing to one side she also noticed one of the women she had been brough in with, Macey. The slightly older woman standing to the side, her legs constantly shifting as she seemingly waited for something. Standing awkwardly for a minute Valorie tried to think of something to say, but the shuffling woman was clearly preoccupied with something. “Are they out of Wine?” Valorie asked, the silence unbearable and equally she wanted to know if she was in the right place, she didn’t want to be later than she needed to be. “Oh, sorry I didn’t see you approach.” The dark-haired woman said, her attention apparently somewhere else for the moment. “Yeah, they are refilling them now although its been a short while already. But there are some single glasses over there if you want to take one to your Patron?” she continued, indicating a table which currently displayed a dozen or more goblets full of wine. “Wow, they sure do go through this stuff quickly” Valorie sighed, she didn’t want to make the queen wait again, but given her request for a goblet from Morgana she might not take it well if she too arrived with one. “You are not wrong there. I don’t know how much my lords have had to drink, but I’m definitely starting to feel it. The wine seems to go straight through them and their aging bladders, I was kind of hoping they were running out.” “Is It that bad?” Valorie asked, genuinely concerned for her new friends ability to last the night. “Not yet, but they have used me three times each and I don’t know how much more I can take.” She tried to smile as to not make it sound too bad, but the look on her face gave away the real scale of the problem. Even from where she stood Valorie could make out the unmistakable bulge of a full bladder poking through her clothing. “Only three, wow you must have a tiny bladder. I bet you won’t even make it a week as a chamber maid.” Another snide remark came out of nowhere. Why was she always around, Valorie couldn’t help but think as Laura slinked her way over to the table to wait with them for more wine. “Im holding eight and barely feel anything” she boasted, patting her stomach for added effect. “I bet you have even stopped drinking” she said, reaching out a hand to grab one of the nearby goblets “I doubt even Morgana can handle drinking at the same time, her bladder is no match for mine”. “I…I think those are just for the lords” Macey said. But rolling her eyes it was clear Laura didn’t care much for her advice. “Like they will even notice.” She said, picking up the vessel and swigging from it as they waited. Luckily after a few more moments of awkwardness passed between the three of them a number of servants appeared carrying dozens of large jugs between them. Grabbing one of the large vases of wine Valorie watched as Laura tipped the glass back and began to chug the wine. Her overconfidence would be her downfall one of these days and she would be lying if she didn’t want to see it. “You, servant who said you could drink this wine.” An angry voice shouted at them, a voice Valorie knew well. “Um…your grace I just needed a drink” Laura stammered, blushing slightly as she was caught red handed. “Well, you should have gone to the kitchens. This wine is for the nobles only, not servants like yourself.” “Caroline said we should do whatever we could to serve our lords and I didn’t want to take any more time to get the wine.” Valorie frowned slightly at that explanation, it wasn’t quite what their mentor had told them to do and it was clear Laura was just trying to weasel her way out of it. “Are you not a chamber lady, should you not be holding for your lords even if you are thirsty.” The queen continued, walking towards them with Morgana and her lordship in toe. The queen’s mother was a few moments behind, clearly preoccupied with something as she stood rigidly speaking to one of her friends in hurried tones. “Yes, but I can handle it. I have an iron bladder that can handle anything.” There she was, boasting again. “I like your confidence.” The queen said, a shrew smile crossing her face for a moment, a glimmer in her eyes telling Valorie that she was clearly enjoying what ever thought was going through her mind. “You like wine then?” she asked. “Yes your majesty.” Laura answered, a look of slight confusion on her face. “Well then, I think we should let you have your fill.” Her crooked smile widening. “Your...grace?” Laura was clearly concerned for the first time about where this was going, the nervousness on her face something Valorie had not witnessed since meeting her this morning. Walking up to the table the queen picked up one of the vases, its contents enough for a table of people at a banquet to fill their glasses. “I feel this should be more fitting to someone of your stature”. She continued offering the large container to Laura who cautiously accepted it, standing on the spot unsure of what to do. “Well, I thought you said you like wine. Drink up.” The queen said with a sense of glee in her voice. Laura’s eyes widened as she came to the realisation of what the queen wanted her to do, but unable to refuse she gazed down in the large vase for a few moments. The vast quantity of swirling purple liquid only reflecting her own worried face back at her, but with nothing else to do she raised the container to her lips and tipped it back. Instantly her mouth was filled and almost overflowing with wine, the wide neck of the jug not designed to be drunk from directly. Breathing heavily through her nose she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the wine which soon lost all flavour. Looking up she could see the queen looking on intently, waiting for her to fail but she would not give her the satisfaction. Moving her hand slightly she supported the jug and pushed it further up, the stream of never-ending wine flowing into her waiting mouth. The queen wanted to humiliate her, but she would show her that her iron bladder could survive anything she wanted to throw her way. The muscles in her throat were moving constantly as the river of wine moved down them. She could feel the weight in the vase finally starting to lessen, but all that meant was that it was now inside her instead. The stream of wine continuing as Laura felt her stomach swelling massively, her already bloated bladder being pressured by the increasing size of her stomach. Watching on it was impossible not for Valorie to see the short woman’s stomach growing by the second. The slight and easy to miss bump from her patrons pee giving way to a much larger protrusion that only seemed to grow with each mouthful. Her tight blue dressing being pushed away from her by the strange growth pushing out of her abdomen. It was getting harder for Laura to swallow, her stomach was full and sending signals for her to stop. But she couldn’t, the gleeful look on her majesty’s face as she started to struggle enough to reignite the fire in her mind as to not lose to the woman. It had been over a minute of solid drinking, her stomach ached with fullness and she could feel it starting to spasm inside her. The quantity of rich wine making her nauseous, but she would not fail! Tilting back the vase she looked into it, she was almost done! With renewed vigour she guzzled down the remaining liquid until finally the giant vase lay empty. Coughing once she felt the contents of her body shift uncomfortably and looking down she could see why. Her stomach was now protruding and making her look heavily pregnant, the quantity of wine pushing her body to its limits. “Have you had your fill, or should I order you another?” The queen said harshly, displeased by her success. “Yes your majesty.” “You would like another?” “I..um no…im sorry your majesty.” She stammered. If she made her drink another, she knew she would be unable to take it without something failing catastrophically. “Good. But if I catch you stealing wine again, Ill have you serve every guest at this party by yourself. Now go find your lords and get out of my sight.” Without waiting for the servant to leave the Queen began to march off, walking back towards her mother as Valorie and Morgana shared a look agreeing not to get themselves in trouble if that was the price. Grabbing a vase for them Valorie quickly followed the queen taking a quick glance at Laura as she uneasily walked off clutching her bloated stomach with one hand and another jug in the other. Continuing to walk around the garden for a short while they soon arrived at a covered stand with a number of benches, the queens mother suggesting they take a short rest after so much walking. Sighing heavily as she sat it was clear lady Meredith felt more relaxed, but it was starting to become apparent that it was not just her feet that were aching. Her legs tightly pressed together and angled to one side as they sat around. “Servant” the queen said loudly, shaking her empty glass in Valorie’s direction once more. “Yes your majesty” she replied, walking over and carefully pouring her a glass of wine. Stepping over to the queen’s mother she offered to fill her glass but just got a gentle shake of the head and a clearly forced smile in response. The group sat there for some time, the minutes passing by quickly as the queen and Geoffrey talked, her mother quieter than she had been previously. From how they spoke It was clear that he had been chosen as the one to wed the queen in an effort to start rebuilding the trust of the country. As Valorie and Morgana stood there the conversation often diverted from heroic stories of his battles to talks of the future and how they could rebuild the country together. As the evening passed the sun began to set and the temperature dropped, causing a shiver to pass down Morgana’s back. The fancy dress she was wearing providing little in the way of protection from the cold. “Are you cold my Lady?” Geoffrey asked, the mere suggestion that she was a lady and not just a servant clearly ruffling the feathers of the queen. Morgana had done nothing but serve them faithfully but to the queen it still seemed the lords fondness for her was the only thing in the way of the marriage and alliance the queen so desperately wanted. “Im fine my lord” Morgana replied, smiling curtly at him. “Perhaps the lord is right. Why don’t you go and take a moment to warm up in the kitchens and return with a new vase.” She said, indicating for Valorie to give her the still third full jug. “Thank you, your grace” Morgana said curtsying and disappearing behind a hedge yet again. As she rounded the hedge she could see Anna being pulled along by one her patrons. Led by her hand she was being forced to walk at a pace that was clearly too fast for her to find comfortable, her free hand resting under her bladder that had clearly bloated out even more. A slight groaning noise could be heard from her as she was pulled past, her thighs shaking with each heavy step that caused her face to contort slightly. Her patrons had been having their way with her over the last few hours and she was paying the price for being given a group, despite her bladder’s capabilities. Reaching the kitchen Morgana pressed open the door, the room filled with dozens of staff bustling around as the prepared the evenings food. They were apparently so busy that one poor servant had lost her shoe in the scramble to prepare the evenings feast. Finding a number of full jugs she picked on up and began her walk back, deciding to take the long way back. “Please hurry we have too….Oh! please excuse the interruption your grace” a lord said, bowing slightly as he emerged from the bushes with Macey and another lord in toe. From the man’s not so subtle squirming it was clear he desperately needed to pee, although as Valorie looked towards her friend it was definitely not the first time. Her thin frame now sporting a large bulge in her abdomen as she stood there with her legs pressed together. “Lord’s Thornton” The queen said, acknowledging their presence but not initiating a conversation. Either to save the desperate elderly lords graces or just because she had no interest in having one. Blushing deeply the lord bowed again, shuffling off to find somewhere else to relieve himself into Macey. The chamber maid and Valorie sharing one last slightly forlorn look between them as Macey was led away. “Ah there you are, I was wondering if you had gotten lost?” the queen chastised Morgana as she approached a few minutes later. “I have your wine your grace, but I’m afraid someone has asked me to get Lady Meredith for them” Morgana said, curtsying slightly. “Requested me, what on earth for?” The queens mother asked. “Im not sure your grace, I did not question them” “Yes, as you should” the queens mother replied, a quiet grunt escaping her lips as she stood using her left hand to steady herself. “Well my dear, it seems duty calls” she said, putting a hand on her daughters shoulder for a moment. Walking with steady but short steps the ageing royal walked alongside the taller Morgana for a while, snaking their way through the grounds and heading for a far corner. “What on earth are they doing all the way out here?” Lady Meredith asked, they hadn’t seen anyone in the last few minutes as many now stuck closer to the refreshments than at the start. Stopping and turning around Morgana looked into the eyes of the queen’s mother. “I apologise if this is going to far, but I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be in need of a chamber pot and I would like to offer you my services as a chamber maid. Despite your predisposition of not wanting to use one of us, I assure you it is no trouble for me and I will speak nothing of this to anyone.” Morgana spoke quickly but clearly, hoping to get the explanation out before she could be interrupted. But now as an awkward silence grew between them, she wished she had something else to say. Her lips pursed in anticipation and worry of what the royal might say. “I….” The queen’s mother stopped for a moment, her eyes closing as something else got her attention. She had written off the idea of using a member of her court as a chamber pot on principle, but had failed to think of an alternative. “But, I cant just use you” “It is what I am here for your grace, it is my duty to hold for you so you can carry out your own duties.” Morgana said, curtsying for added effect. “Well, I’m sorry it has come to this Morgana, but you may be right. My bladder may not be able to last the night and my need is getting quite strong and distracting from my other duties.” She said rubbing her lower abdomen. “You have my thanks” she reluctantly finished off, accepting her fate and taking the end of Morgana’s device. Now connected to each other Morgana felt her distended bladder start to fill once again, although looking at the woman opposite it was hard to tell anything was happening. Lady Meredith’s face was completely blank with her eyes closed, only the increasing pressure and warmth in her lower abdomen told her exactly what was going on. Despite being the other side of middle aged it seemed the queen’s mother still had a sizeable and strong bladder. For more than a minute she continued to empty herself, a steady and un-rushed stream pouring out of her and into Morgana. It should have come as no surprise to the chamber lady given the fact everyone seemed to have relieved themselves once, twice or in some cases more times into their chamber maids. The fact that she had gone this long without was impressive, even as Morgana felt her dress starting to tighten considerably around her midriff. After almost two minutes the stream finally stopped, Lady Meredith sighing deeply with her eyes still closed. She had just used a chamber lady, something she had said she would never do. “I would appreciate your discretion” she finally said, ending the silence and opening her eyes. “You have it my lady” Morgana said, curtsying slightly less gracefully as she got use to the new weight of her bladders contents. Finding their way back towards the main part of the garden a quiet rustling of a nearby bush caught their attention. Looking beyond it they could see Macey standing rigidly as one of the Lord Thornton’s was handing a familiar device to the other as he danced desperately on the spot. This area clearly becoming a favourite of those who wished to discretely use the chamber ladies. “Lord’s Thornton?” “Your grace!” the both cried simultaneously, the desperate lord standing up straight and visibly wincing. “Its been too long” Lady Meredith said, moving into to shake hands with them both. “Indeed it has Lady Meredith” As the small talk started Morgana’s gaze drifted beyond the two lords and to Macey. The young woman barely moving from her spot the entire time, a worried and pained expression plastered across her face as she did her best to remain composed. But after a couple of minutes she heard her whimper softly, her eyes widening and looking down in mild surprise. Following her gaze Morgana could just make out another of the devices she had just used with the queen’s mothers and through it appeared to be a flowing stream of her patron’s pee. She wasn’t sure how the lord had managed it without anyone noticing, but it seemed he had somehow attached himself and was currently relieving himself into Macey. A calm look on his face as he physically relaxed, his shoulders sinking and giving the game away slightly. A few steps behind him Macey let out a groan that thankfully for her seemed to go unnoticed by everyone but Morgana who was watching the poor woman’s plight. Clearly she was at her capacity, her bulging bladder pulsing inside her as the unrelenting stream from the man attached to her filled it even more. Still Macey stood there, now rocking slightly but not daring to go any further in the presence of the queen’s mother. Her lord filling her even as he spoke, seemingly now well practised with using the poor woman as a chamber pot. “Well I suppose we should be getting back to my daughter before the feast starts” Lady Meredith said, expecting to leave the two lords and head back with just Morgana. “My lords may I be…..” Macey started; she had been patiently waiting for their meeting to end so she could desperately ask to relieve herself. “Ah yes, we have been meaning to speak to Kei…Her majesty about something. Mind if we accompany you?” One of the lords asked, interrupting Macey and causing the queens mother to pause. But unable to think of any other way out of it she simply nodded, indicating their way forward with her hand as the group moved off. “How are you doing?” Morgana quietly asked Macey, her feet still rooted to the spot as the group started to move away. The strain of her brimming bladder taking its toll on the woman, a quiet whimper and worried expression was the only response she could give. Her giant inflated bladder causing her an indescribable amount of discomfort. Taking one step forward she groaned quietly, her upper body lurching forward as something inside her pulsed painfully. But she had to follow, it was her duty and she couldn’t be left behind. Red faced and sweating profusely Macey continued, taking small mincing steps as she almost panted with exertion. One step, two steps, three steps, each causing explosions of pain inside her as even the careful movements she was making strained her brimmingly full bladder. Now behind the lords and Lady Meredith she gave herself one last hope, her left hand moving between her legs as she walked, pressing heavily into her crotch to offer her aching muscles a small reprieve in the hopes of lasting a while longer. Surely, she would be able to get a break soon, perhaps when the feast started they would be too preoccupied with their meals to notice. Walking slowly she and Morgana followed the nobles for a couple of minutes, their long journey to the absolute edges of the garden taking them far away from the others. While she might have craved the privacy of such a place, the constant walking was wreaking havoc inside Macey’s body. The sudden spikes in pain and discomfort that happened with each step had turned into a continuous wave, with each step amplifying the crashing of the waves of urine stored within her bladder. Suddenly stopping to inspect a particularly rare rose she felt the waves continuing to batter her defences despite being still. A quite whimper escaped her again as she pressed harder on her womanhood, she couldn’t make the feast she had to find a way of excusing herself. “Servant, would you be so kind as to go and get us some wine” Her lord said, turning to face them. Realising he was about to look at her, Macey’s hand flew away from her crotch, she couldn’t be caught performing such an undignified thing as holding herself. But even as her hand was swiftly moving away from it she realised her mistake, a strong pulse ripped through her body causing her to clutch herself again. Doubling over she groaned out loud for the first time, everyone turning to look at the tortuously full woman as he whole body shook. “Oh no” a quiet hiss filling the still air as a trail of wetness could be seen escaping from her left foot. She was fighting to remain in control of her bulging bladder, but it was no use. “UUUhhhhh” she groaned again, her whole body convulsing as the final spasm turned the slow stream into a raging torrent. The front of the dress afforded to her by the crown darkening as a deluge of piss splattered noisily onto the flagstone pathways of the queen’s garden. Her bladders control gone she remained bent over, a hand on her slowly deflating bladder as the contents of her patrons bladders flowed out of her and into the puddle that was forming beneath her wet legs. Taking a step back as the deluge of liquid continued to spray out of her friend Morgana couldn’t help but press her own legs together, the sound of it splattering on the stones causing her own discomfort to rise. After a full minute of wetting the front and back of her cream coloured dress were completely saturated, some of the fine material turning see through and sticking to her sodden legs. Her pale pink skin easy to see through the expensive dress that she had just ruined. Begging to sob Macey couldn’t believe she had failed to hold it. She had humiliated herself and her lords in front of the queen’s mother. What would she do now, what could she do now? Finally, the heavy stream came to and end as the last of the light flagstones darkened in a massive arc around the humiliated woman. An awkward silence falling between the group as none of them knew what to do. “My poor girl, Morgana please will you take her back to the castle and get her cleaned up.” The queens mother said, stepping towards the sobbing woman but stopping at the edge of the giant puddle that was slowly draining away between the cracks in the flagstones. “Yes your majesty” Morgana said before going wide eyed for a moment, “I mean yes my lady” she said correcting herself, Macey’s accident causing her a moment of distraction, but it didn’t seem as if Lady Meredith had noticed. Putting an arm around Macey as drops continued to fall from her soaked clothing she led her away from the lords and back towards the castle. Unfortunately for Macey the only route back would mean they would have to pass a number of other party goers, and no matter what they tried there was just no way they could cover up the state of Macey’s dress and the accident that had happened. As they began to pass party goes a number of loud gasps from ladies of the court only heightened the humiliation for Macey, her face burning red as she looked at her own feet and letting Morgana guide her. “Wheeey” a cheer from a group of clearly drunken young men nearby almost made her flinch. “Come on Anna, why don’t you give us a show like your friend here” One of them shouted and lifting her eyes she caught a small smile from Anna who was the one serving the table of “I bet you would be up for it after some wine, what do you think” Another added, trying to force a class of wine into Anna’s hands with an arm on her shoulder. The son of one of the lords here clearly taking a shine to the slim dark-haired woman. “Im not supposed to drink” She tried to rebuff the man’s advances. “I thought you were supposed to serve us” “I….” “One glass.” He countered. Unclenching her hand a large goblet was quickly placed in it and looking at the excited face of her Patron she took a small sip which caused another cheer to go up from the group. Exchanging knowing and slightly worried glances Anna watched Morgana lead the wet Macey towards the castle, hoping that despite her aching bladder she would not follow suit. But looking down at the glass of wine in her hand, she could help but feel the tightness in her stomach. “Do you want any more wine lady Wellington, perhaps some Ale?” “Oh goodness no, ive drunk far too much” the tall lady said, her hand stifling an un-lady like burp that took her by surprise. “Yes, I have never been so well waited upon, my cup has not gone dry for the entire evening!” Her husband said raising it towards Laura. “Your service has been impeccable, but speaking of I must make use of you again.” Smiling at him Laura quickly got out the device, she would show Morgana who the really holding queen was. There was no way she would be holding as much as her! Soon yet another stream was flowing into her massively distended bladder, the lords own large bladder apparently full to its capacity once again. Grimacing slightly, she could feel her body starting to strain under the weight of the wine she had been forced to drink and the contents of already bulging bladder. Placing a hand on her growing abdomen she could feel the forks of pain radiating out from it, but even as her body was forced to stretch to new and painful levels it was all just a reminder of how strong she was. Nothing could break her not even….. “Yes, I need to use you too” The lords wife said. Perfect, Laura thought to herself, even as her body continued to scream at her to stop. Across the garden the queen was clearly enjoying finally getting Geoffrey to herself. The pair chatting like old friends, with her occasionally resting her hand on his arm and laughing whenever he made a joke. Despite how much the powerful woman intimidated her, Valorie couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of the power couple. But soon the chatter of a group soon approached them, the Queens mother returning with a pair of lords but curiously without either Morgana or Macey who she had seen with the two men earlier. “Your majesty” they both bowed. “Sorry for leaving last time, we had something to…attend to. But if you have a minute, we would love to talk to you about something?” “Of course,” she smiled curtly, but despite what she was saying it was easy to see she was not pleased with the interruption. But considering she was now the queen and her mother had brought them, she couldn’t exactly say no. Despite her reluctance the queen soon got into the swing of things, the two lords talking about everything from crops to tax and even the war. Soon the notion of a minute went out the window, the aristocratic talking seeming to stretch out indefinitely for Valorie and the returning Morgana who got yet another disapproving look from the queen. But as Valorie watched on she was becoming more and more aware of the uncomfortable looks and slight fidgeting on the faces of the two men who were standing opposite the queen. She wasn’t sure how long they had all been talking, but it was becoming clear that it was more than enough time for the evenings wine to start catching up with both of the men talking to her. They were doing their best to hide it from the queen who did seem to be unaware, continuing to talk even as they were beginning to politely try and wind up the conversation. But each time they did it, she would bring up a new topic and they were ultimately stuck there talking to her until she said so. But eventually to the assured relief of both men, a loud bell soon rang through the gardens. The feast was about to begin! “Shall we head in?” The queen suggested. Taking a moment to look at each other it was clear neither of them wanted that. “You go ahead, we are going to talk about something first.” They agreed. “As you wish” She said nodding, both lords bowing with strained faces as she walked away from them. As soon as the group was out of sight, the two lords dashed through the garden looking for Macey or another chamber lady, their need dire. Spotting a servant walking through they waved a hand “You there, maid we require your assistance.” “How may I help?” a bemused looking servant asked, a look of confusion and worry at being greeted by two such hurried men. “Here take this, we require relief” one of them said, hastily pressing the device they still had from Macey into the woman’s hand. “But..Im not a chamber lady” Kelly responded, her mind going back a few hours to when she had disgraced herself in the tests. She had done her best, but moving her legs apart when she had been more desperate than she could ever remember had been just too much for her and her bladder. “You are a servant and we are nobles, so you will serve us.” He continued, hastily undoing his trousers and attaching himself to the device that she still held in her hands. “No buts girl, it is your duty to serve.” The other added. It wasn’t right, she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. But how was she supposed to argue with these people, they were nobles and she was just a servant. Connecting herself up she instantly felt the lord’s bladder relax and a heavy stream of urine flow into her bladder. It was a feeling she couldn’t have forgotten from earlier that day, but it didn’t make it any more comfortable. Instinctively she began to rub her highs together under the dress, the strange feeling of being filled making it feel like she was already desperate despite knowing she had barely needed the bathroom a few moments ago. Closing her eyes she exhaled sharply as her bladder cramped or a moment, the lord had clearly had a lot to drink but thankfully it seemed he was coming to the end of his pee. However, before she could say anything, she could see the look in the others lords eyes, eyes that were transfixed on the device she was attached too. A grimace on his face he and one hand permanently inside his trousers, an indecent posture but judging by grimace on his face one that was necessary. Would she be able to take them both, did she have any chance. “Hurry up Eddard” He whispered harshly. “Ok, im almost done.” The peeing noble said gleefully. But it was almost too late already, as he let go of his member to grab the device he groaned loudly and his movements became more hurried. Unable to wait he yanked his trousers away from himself, a stream bursting forwards and spraying against Kelly who flinched in response. But before she could say or do anything else the lord managed to attach the device to himself, the stream that had started finally under control and going down the tubing. As the second bladder in as many minutes began to inflate Kelly she was now the one groaning, but not in relief. An uncomfortable weight and pressure sitting inside her abdomen that she used one hand to rub it gently as she began shifting where she stood. The wetness of the bottom of her dress an unhelpful reminder of how desperate she was quickly becoming. She wasn’t a chamber maid, why did these lords have to use her, where was their chamber maid at a time like this! Now in the main hall Valorie had found herself sat almost at the head of the tables, one place over from the queen and in a position of almost power. Realistically it was simply so she was never too far from her in the event she needed to pee, which she hadn’t done for a while as Valorie started thinking about it. Although having watched the wine and ale disappear through the evening it was Geoffrey that had been downing the stuff, with a thirst that made both her and the queen suspicious he was really doing it to get a moment alone with Morgana from time to time. As they had approached the castle he had once again gone off with the beautiful servant much to the queen’s annoyance. An annoyance that only seemed to exponentially increase once she realised that as his chamber maid, she would be sat in between the queen’s self and Geoffrey. She had suggested that she simply sit on the left of him, but neither her mother or Caroline were pleased with it, everything had apparently been prepared with an exact order in mind. As the feast began and the first of thirteen courses was brought out, Valorie found herself looking around the room from her elevated position of Pseudo power, noticing her friends and fellow chamber ladies scattered through the room. After her desperate dash earlier Charlotte was back with her group, sitting quietly with her legs together she neither looked unhappy or happy to be there. Occasionally she would glance nervously over to where Anna was, the boisterous and disruptive laughter of the drunk young men along with their treatment of the younger woman clearly troubling her. Anna for her part was still filling their ever emptying glasses, a large bulge and unsteady walking gate indicating where it was all going. Her pursed lips and a faint sheen of sweat across her brow, the tell-tale signs of someone in dire need of a break. But despite how she looked, it was nothing compared to Laura. The overly confident blonde now rocking in her seat, her bladder protruding through her tight dress and giving her the appearance of someone easily 5 months pregnant. Valorie couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for her, but at the same time she had done this too herself. Caroline had warned her about boasting and she not headed her or Macey’s warnings. Thinking of Macey she did a quick scan of the room but the chamber maid was no where to be seen, her patrons now seemed to be accompanied by the older seamstress from the sale who had also claimed to be a chamber lady, if she was remembering correctly. “Valorie” a voice caught her off guard as she studied the room. Looking over the queen was looking at her, one of her hands beneath the table and beckoning for something. It took her a moment to realise but she was clearly indicating that she was going to use her, she was going to pee right here in the middle of the room surrounded by nobles. Caroline had said they would need to be discrete but this was something else. Handing over the device she soon felt the rush of the queens pee beginning to enter her. For the most part Valorie had managed to ignore her need to pee so far, the two loads from the queen filling her substantially but not making her desperate enough to be worried. But now as it was forced to the forefront of her mind she couldn’t deny the pressure inside her bladder was getting to unbearable levels, and it didn’t seem as if the queen was planning on stopping any time soon. The hot liquid rushing through the device and pumping up her abdomen, the first light spasms of her muscles started as she desperately fought to keep her face calm and collected to anyone who looked their way. But as the queens pee tapered off a minute later that was easier said than done, her large load making her rapidly stretched muscles contract as they tried to force Valorie to empty herself right there and then. Quiet laughter from beside her caused her to look left. “Something funny?” The queen asked as Morgana and Geoffrey chuckled about something privately. “Nothing your majesty” she replied, her face instantly sullen and looking towards the floor. “Mmmmm” The queen said, clearly unimpressed by the apparent in-joke between the two of them, her eyes watching the chamber maid with some suspicion. Thankfully as the first few courses were put out and time passed, Valorie found her body slowly reaching an aching equilibrium. Her bulging bladder now full and pressing down on her muscles painfully, but she still felt in control. pushing the remnants of a half eaten pigeon pot pie slightly away from herself she was distracted by some loud chanting, two large bearded men chugging back large tankards of ale in an apparent race. It was a close race but as the victor upturned his tankard on his head, a small amount of ale dripping down his face another cheer went up. How were these men allowed to behave like this was beyond Valorie, although from what she had heard from the conversations many were not lords until recently. The war having left many lands without one or given away as prizes or rewards for particularly brave warriors or commanders. It definitely seemed many of them would belong more on a battlefield than a diplomatic banquet such was this evening. Continuing to watch the winner seemed to claim his prize, a chance at relieving himself. A reluctant and heavily laden Anna standing up and even at 100ft her bladder bulge was noticeable. The group having used her a number of times through the night, with one more load on its way as the heavy-set man connected himself in full view of anyone that happened to be looking their way. A deep grimace appearing on the brunette’s face almost as soon as he was connected, her bladder clearly pushed to its absolute limits as her hands cradled it. As the moments passed her posture was changing almost constantly. The rush of liquid that went unseen to Valorie making the filling Anna lean more and more over as her bladder swelled even further. By the time the lengthy pee had finished she was almost doubled over, her face red and chest heaving as she battled with the contents of her body. Inside her mind Anna was panicking, she could feel her muscles trembling as they had been for a while now, but this felt completely different. Unlike the spasms and contractions that had been rocking her body for what felt like half the day, these pulses seemed to be actively squeezing her bladder. Her whole abdomen contracting around it, trying desperately to squeeze it open so that it could relieve some of the monumental pressure inside it. “Thanks mate, needed that!” The man said, before she felt a heavy impact on her back as the drunken man seemed to hit her like one of his warrior friends. But for Anna this sudden and unexpected impact made her stumble and worse she felt a jet of her pent-up piss spray out and into her undergarments. Falling to her knees she desperately threw both her hands between her shaking thighs and somehow stemmed the flow from her aching bladder. But she knew, she didn’t have long. No matter what the appearance she needed to relieve herself now! “Sorry love” The man said, offering her a hand that she took with a shaking one of her own. “You alright” he asked, seemingly concerned his heavy handedness had actually injured her, somehow ignoring the giant ball of his own piss sticking out of her. “I….” she started, her mind still overwhelmed by the burning sensation between her legs, an ungrateful bladder demanding she let it continue what it had started. “Want me to kiss it better.” Another of the group joked, but she was too desperate to answer. “Come on love, why don’t you come over here and I’ll make you forget all about the big bad man.” He continued, gently pulling the small woman along and guiding her over to him before tugging her slightly and causing her to fall directly onto his lap. “doesn’t this feel better” he said suggestively. “But I…..” she tried again, her face now burning hot as her body redoubled its efforts to make her lose control. “First time, don't worry I’ll be gentle” the man sneered slightly, his hand going down between her legs that snapped shut around them. Ordinarily she would have slapped the man for even attempting this, but she couldn’t move without risking losing it all right in the middle of the halland worse in front of the queen. “Please, Lord Argyll you don’t understand” she managed to whimper out. “No need to be so formal, call me Lawrence.” “Please you don’t understand…” “Wow, look how wet she is for me.” He laughed, ignoring or misreading her plea. “Im…Im…Im sorry I cant…” she whimpered as her body began to tremble on top of him, a deeply confused look on his face. But finally her bloated bladder could take it no longer, a second burst of urine escaping her control and flowing through his hand moments before the dam completely broke. A wave of pee flowing from her, soaking through the back of her dress and onto the lord beneath her. “What are you, Oh my god!” He shouted, hastily standing and shoving the peeing woman from his lap and ungracefully onto the floor where a large puddle started to form around her. As the room fell silent and all eyes turned towards Anna as a loud hiss echoed through the hall. The wide open space causing the noise to reverberate around the room and meaning there would be no mistaking what was going on. Hanging her head she felt her bladder still pulsing inside her as an ocean of pee continued to spill out of her and across the wooden flooring. A never-ending pee causing an ever-expanding puddle, those sitting at the same table as the lord who was hastily drying his trousers forced to move away or lift their feet as it flowed underneath them. “Alright nothing to see here” Caroline said loudly as she marched over to Anna, forcefully picking her up and taking her slowly towards the servants’ quarters. A trail of pee still snaking its way down her slim legs and following them as the walked across the hall. A number of whispers starting up as peoples conversations soon resumed, although many now talking about what they had just seen. The next couple of courses passed uneventfully, but as the fourth main course was placed in front of them and their glasses refilled once more a group slowly approached them. The group of elderly looking women all sharing the same uncomfortable and unsteady pace as they climbed the few steps to where the queen was seated. “Your majesty, may we talk to your mother?” one asked quietly. “Of course”The queen replied, looking away and back to her food now she knew she was not needed. “Meredith, please. We have all tried to hold but it is not possible.” The front woman pleaded with the queen’s mother quietly. “Please we do not want to disgrace you but we have no other option, we are not as strong as you” another added. A strange look appeared on Lady Meredith’s face as her friends begged her to let them use a chamber lady. It had been clear this morning that they all shared her distain for using their servants, but as she had done earlier with Morgana they too were now reaching their limits. But she could not admit to it, to be the first of them to break and give in would be a stain on her reputation. “I suppose, if you must and there is no other option.” She said, the group of her friends looking much happier now. “Although, there are few chamber ladies this evening and I’m not sure if you will be able to find a willing one this late.” This statement caused a few glances to be exchanged between the noble women, who had not thought about that fact. “Nonsense” the queen interrupted, carefully wiping her mouth with a cloth napkin. Clicking twice towards a table below them “You there, servant” she said waving a hand and beckoning the woman towards her. Slowly rising from her seat Laura couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp, her bladder troubling her greatly. With great difficulty she took the steps up to the queen at a crawl, her thighs tensing rhythmically as the group of nobles looked towards her. “Your majesty” She said. “It is good etiquette to curtsy when addressing a queen” “Sorry your grace” taking a moment Laura steeled her reserve, tensing her entire body as she bent he knees and her legs were forced apart. A bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face as the queen watched on gleefully, enjoying every moment of her suffering. “I’m sure between our wine thief here and Morgana they can handle all of you.” The queen said smiling. “If you both think you can handle the extra duties?” she added, looking at Morgana for a response. “Of course your majesty” A forced smile appearing on her face, her eyes portraying the slight worry she had about this idea. If these women had been holding it the entire evening there was no way these would be small quantities they were about to take in. Although looking at how Laura was standing, she was unsure the overconfident blonde would be able to take one let alone two or three. “Well then, that settles it.” Thinking for a moment, the queen was clearly contemplating something. “You three” she said pointing to the three on the left including the two that had spoken. “Go with Her, while you two can use Morgana.” The fact that she only had to take two made Morgana sigh with relief, she could manage that many. Handing her device over under the table the two elderly patrons quickly got the gist of what she was suggesting, it took them a few moments to overcome the worry of relieving themselves while stood in front of the queen but their desperation soon overcame it. Meanwhile Laura was doing the same, stood slightly to the side of the table the first of the women grabbed her device and was soon relieving themselves into her aching bladder. Clutching herself with both hands she could feel the extra liquid causing more and more spasms to rock her body as her maxed out bladder was forced to contain even more. Grimacing she fought the urge to yank out her device, even as the strong pulses intensified and pain raked across her bloating abdomen. Morgana had been right, these were not small bladdered women and as the first of them finished up she was starting to worry about how full she was getting. Each moment and each new patron was bringing her closer and closer to her limit, but in a strange way as she watched Laura’s bulging bladder forced to grow even larger it gave her hope that she still had plenty of room left to faithfully serve her patron. As the third of Laura’s patrons attached themselves she was seeing stars, an unbearable level of discomfort causing her to squirm even though it did nothing for her. With white knuckles she grabbed the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood with a vice like grip as she tried not to scream out in pain, her bladder feeling as if it was tearing itself apart. But it wasn’t the only thing, a loud ripping noise emanated from her side as the size of her over inflated bladder began to force the seams of her dress apart. The expensive clothing being destroyed the quantity of liquid she was somehow containing inside her body. Grunting with each breath it felt like every drop of this last woman’s bladder was boiling inside her, burning up her bladder as sweat began to form all over her body. Yet even in this state she looked towards the woman she was so driven to beat, Morgana. Despite her confident posture she could see the cracks forming in her foe’s appearance, her rigid posture and occasional grimaces giving the game away as she watched the woman using her finish up. Panting, red faced, sweating and with a dress coming apart around her body Laura’s focus was solely on her adversarial, ignorant of the strange glances and looks she was getting from those around her. “I must say Morgana, I admire your strength.” Geoffrey said as the two women left the stage much more relieved. The spoken admiration causing the queens face to turn a red with anger as she stared daggers into the back of her servant’s head. She had noted the disgust of some of the others when the previous chamber ladies had slowly lost control and now it had given the perfect way to turn Geoffrey against Morgana. She would show him what true strength and power looked like. “You there, we need more wine” she called over a servant who stood in front of the queen, her own glass already full. Picking it up she chugged it back, putting the large goblet back down quickly. “Perhaps Morgana and Valorie would like some as well.” She said, indicating to their glasses that had remained empty throughout the feast. The servant nodding and pouring some into the three of theirs, Valorie and Morgana exchanging glances but reluctantly accepting the wine. Each picking up the glass and taking a few small sips. Stepping gingerly off the stage Laura’s mind was lost, completely flooded with signals from her body as her abdomen twitched, her muscles almost writhing within her. “Where have you been?” an angry comment came through her desperate haze, looking up she recognised the man shouting at her as her Patron, the one she was supposed to be serving. “Ugh…I….I…” she tried to form a word between her heavy breathing, her ample chest rising and falling rhythmically with her eyes wide. “Dear lord woman, what is wrong with you…. Now connect us so I may relieve myself.” Her patron commanded, ignoring the mass pushing out of her and the multitude of signs that she was on the very edge of her control. With a shaking hand she limply held up the device of her torment. Quickly the large man connected himself where they stood, his urgency easy to see and soon a link was made and pee surged out of him and into the rocking Laura. “Oooohhh” she began to whine quietly as her lord pushed her past her breaking point. A quiet complaint that soon escalated to a whale of pain and discomfort as her bladder was truly pushed past its physical limit. Clutching her monstrous bulge as more and more of her dress started to tear she could feel the mass of liquid quivering inside her. All eyes in the room now turning to watch the wailing woman, the spectacle nothing like anyone had seen before. Moments passed as she still fought against he inevitable, even her patron knew what was about to happen but unwilling to wait or help her he simply bore down on his muscles. If this was the last time he would get to empty himself he was dam well going to make the most of it and empty himself out as much as possible. Feeling the flow increase her bladder became all but numb as she screamed at a pitch too high for anyone to hear, her head falling back as the silent scream left her. Moments later her bladder was done, it could literally take no more and with a final pulse it managed to squeeze the small device from itself. Her contracting muscles removing the end of the device that was still filling her so brutally, but now with nothing standing in its way her bladder exploded between her legs. An avalanche of piss streamed out of her at a ferocious volume and speed, splattering like torrential rain against the hard wood. The relief was pure bliss, after hours of torment of taking peoples bladders, of drinking a tables worth of wine it was over. Groaning this time in pleasure her whole body shuddered as streams of hot piss shot down her legs, her light blue dress darkening all the way around her mid-section and down her legs. For the second time that night a hushed silence fell on the room, just the roaring from Laura’s accident and her laboured breaths filled the room. Small talk and jokes paused as everyone witnessed the explosion of piss that was still racing its way across the floor in all directions at the foot of the queens table. The blonde-haired woman at its centre staggering slightly from side to side as the thunderous stream between her legs continued. The only movement in the room was from her patron lord Wellington, who was being forced to take more and more steps backwards as the tides of his own consumption flooded towards him. Almost everyone else was barely able to comprehend the speed and amount of liquid the small woman was producing, her puddle already larger than Anna’s and she showed no signs of stopping. For almost two minutes the ocean inside her bladder continued to explode out of her and into the ever growing puddle beneath her. But finally, it came to an end, the room still silent as everyone stared at the drenched woman. Moments passed as people stood by awkwardly, some exchanging glances between themselves. But eventually Caroline made her way slowly over to Laura, saying nothing but guiding the still wobbling woman towards the servant’s chambers. Another of the chamber ladies she had selected this morning had failed and she prayed she would be the last. “Someone clean up this mess” The queen shouted, a number of servants rushing to get enough equipment to deal with the monumental puddle that coated almost half the room. “You see, this is why I was against this idea Keira” the queens mother said, shaking her head slightly. “Just need to find more like Morgana here” Geoffrey said proudly. “Quite, well Im going to go and speak to Caroline about this anyway” Lady Meredith said, standing and waving away the next plate of food heading in her direction. It was then that Valorie remembered the queens mother had not relieved herself, but she was looking far less desperate now than she had a couple of hours earlier. Had she relieved herself like them but privately when she gone with Morgana, or had Morgana…. Turning to look at her friend she saw the tall woman sitting rigidly, her eyes closed for a moment with a hand between her legs. Next to her the prince seemed to be watching her with some interest, his own shoulders sagging slightly as he looked to be relaxing. Was he peeing into her right now? Sure enough a few seconds later his hand fell beneath the table as he apparently detached himself from her, Morganas own hands resting on the table now. Had he started using her while Laura was also wetting herself, that seemed like a cruel and unusual punishment for Morgana to go through. But maybe he was just at his limit and Laura’s accident was too much for him? Beside her the queen seemed to be paying the price for the extra wine too, her own legs fidgeting slightly. But if she needed to go why would she simply not use her. Over the next two courses she watched her Patrons movements become more and more pronounced, yet she made no move to use her. All the while she kept drinking more and more wine, making sure that her and Geoffrey’s glasses never ran dry even more than before. If there was the slightest hint that such a thing could occur, she would wave over a servant for more and making Valorie wonder what she was doing. Having watched so many of the others lose control from her seat at the top, Valorie was starting to feel the pressure too. Sitting with her legs pressed tightly together she was all to aware of the wine making its way through her system, why did the queen make her and Morgana drink. At the centre of the table Keira was starting to feel desperate now, ordinarily she would have gone a while ago but she didn’t want to waste this. She couldn’t believe the guile of her servant, how could a common woman like Morgana think she could have a chance with prince Geoffrey. Maybe she did have the posture of a noble woman, but she was nothing more than a chamber maid. She had seen the look of disgust on his face when the other maids had lost control, and as infallible as he seemed to think Morgana was she couldn’t last forever. Sitting proudly with him fawning over her, she needed to be reminded of her place. She was a servant not a lady and she would not mess up this marriage for her or the country. Puffing out her cheeks she grabbed her glass of wine and tipped it back, once again emptying it and thanking her late father for giving her a tolerance to such drinks in his drunken ways. But with one final drop she could take the pressure in her bladder no more. Reaching under the table her hand slowly searched for what she was looking for. Valorie’s device was easy to find, it was where she had left it several courses ago. But that wasn’t the one she wanted, having found her servants her hand wandered left, towards Morgana. Her hand soon made contact with the other servants device and she slowly manoeuvred it past her legs and towards Keira’s own aching bladder. Attaching it between her legs she took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through her nose as she sighed with relief. Watching in the reflection of her silverware she revelled in the look of surprise on her targets face, surprise at the immense and instant discomfort that overcame her as an unknown person relieved themselves into her without warning. Quickly Morgana had looked towards the lord, but had soon realised it wasn’t her Patron that was emptying such a large quantity of pee into her bladder. Glancing down Morgana had clearly seen the way her tube was bending, figuring out that it was indeed the queen who was emptying into her bladder, yet she could do nothing about it. Biting her lips together Morgana managed not to grunt out in discomfort as the queen filled her, but she couldn’t help but bend forwards as her brow furrowed. Inside her Morganas bladder was stretching considerably further than it had previously, the queen’s bladder far larger than that of his lordship. The muscles beneath her stomach were starting to throb as her heavy bladder began to push on them relentlessly. Each second that ticked by adding to the pressure she was already feeling inside herself, but she couldn’t say anything, it was the queen! Glancing down Keira couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Morgana’s slender hands, she was pressing her palms heavily into the table as her fingers curled and dug themselves into the woodwork. It was clear she was nearing the end of her ability to act with her fake decorum, and Keira had plenty left inside her. Baring down on her bladder she increased the speed of her pee, causing a soft suppressed squeal to escape from Morgana. “Is everything ok?” Geoffrey asked, his concern for the servant only fulling the queens distain for her as she squeezed as hard as she could. “Uhuh yes, sorry” Morgana blushed, her hands falling to her lap as she did her best to control herself and not show too much discomfort in front of him. But a few moments later another groan escaped her as the pressure inside her peaked for a moment, causing her to lean over slightly more. Her bladder was pulsing madly inside her as the queen’s massive bladder kept forcing more and more into her tired and aching one. But to the queen’s dismay, she soon found herself running out. Her bladder running dry before she could crack Morgana’s control. But given the noises coming out of her, it at least meant she could look at the woman so intent on ruining her life. Studying her pale complexion, she could almost see the blood rushing to her cheeks as the black haired woman blushed deeply. Her nostrils flaring and small twitches at the corners of her eyes giving away the extent of the battle going on beneath the surface. She was close to cracking, Keira knew it, but annoyingly she found herself completely relieved and with little of the evening left she was not sure if she could drink enough for a repeat performance. She would need to find another way to best her foe. But then a slight shuffle from her own Chamber maid, whatever her name was, caught her attention before a smile grew on her face. She now knew what she had to do. “You there servant, go and get some more wine” The queen waved at a small dark haired servant as she hurriedly walked past the bottom of their table. “Yes your majesty” she carefully curtsyed, her thighs curiously tensing as she separated her legs. A few moments later she approached the table with a large jug of wine, the sight making the queen smile wickedly. “Valorie, why don’t you have some more wine.” She said, finally remembering the chamber maids name. “I uhhh” Valorie didn’t know how to respond, one glass wouldn’t be too bad would it? “No need to be so nervous, you are my servant now so why not try some more.” The queen continued, her expression far more friendly than she had seen before. In fact this might be the first time she had even used her name. But without waiting for a reply, the queen gestured for the servant to fill her glass. Looking up Valorie recognised the serving girl as one of those who had failed the test earlier, what was her name…Kelly? Kelly herself had been about to make a mad dash for the door she had seen the others come back in from after those that had passed had relieved themselves. But walking past the queens table had been a mistake, one she hoped would not be fatal to her dignity even as she felt her muscles burning between her legs. Pouring the wine into the glass she noticed the woman in front of her squirming in her seat, she didn’t know what was going on but it seemed she was not in need of any more to drink. That was a sentiment that Valorie couldn’t have agreed with more, her bladder pulsing faster at the sound of the wine hitting the glass on the table. As Kelly finished pouring the wine she looked up at the queen who gestured with her hand that she should drink. Picking up the glass she began to down the wine, the once sweet and fragrant drink tasting far more bitter this time. Tipping her cup back she knew from the way the queen was looking at her she was expecting her to finish it. With just a few drops remaining she lowered it from her face, her bladder already feeling fuller even though there was no way it could have been. As soon as the cup hit the table the queen spun her finger in a small circle to the waitress, indicating to refill her glass. “More?” She asked, despite already filling her cup. Sitting in silence Valorie knew it was a rhetorical question, she wanted her to drink it no matter what she said. Reaching her hand out to the refilled glass she took it and began to drink down the new wine, the cool liquid flowing down her throat uneasily and pooling in her stomach where it would surely filter into her bloated bladder by the end of the feast. Once again she drained her glass, placing it on the table and hoping that what ever the queen was doing was over. But to her dismay the queen motioned for it to be filled again by the waitress and quickly more wine flowed into her cup. Reaching out a hand she hesitated for a moment, looking up at the queen and almost pleading with her eyes for this to end before it was too late. “Keep drinking” the queen said, leaning towards her slightly. “But I…” Valorie started, but her thought of talking back just seemed to make the queen look even angrier. “Keep drinking, you wouldn’t want to refuse the generosity of the queen, would you?” Again, Valorie knew not what to say, simply picking up the glass and putting it to her lips. But she wasn’t the only one suffering, a soft whimper from Kelly going unnoticed as the two other women locked eyes. The sloshing liquid was playing havoc on both their bladders, the endless stream of drinks the queen was forcing Kelly to pour into the large chalice making them squirm almost equally. Valorie’s hand was now resting on her thigh as she dug her nails into it, trying to use anything, even pain to distract herself from the unending need to pee that would only get much worse once everything the queen was forcing to drink entered her bladder. As the fourth glass was poured Kelly was unable to focus on anything but the rushing of the wine, the purple liquid leaving the heavy jug and splashing noisily into the metal cup beneath it. The swirling liquid reminding her of the contents of her bladder that had been filled beyond her comfortable capacity in the garden, her legs moving restlessly beneath her long dress that she hoped was concealing her desperate movements. As the cup filled once again, she pressed herself slightly into the hard-wooden table, its edge at just the right height for her crotch. It was embarrassing, but she was too far gone to care and wetting herself next to the queen would be so much worse. Plus, she seemed preoccupied with forcing Valorie to drink her weight in wine. Looking into the chamber ladies’ eyes she could see the toll all the liquid was having on her, whatever the queen was doing was clearly working. Had her friend done something to offend the queen, was this a punishment of some sort? “Seems like you could do with another, isn’t that right Valorie” The queen said, indicating to the cup that had run empty barely a second early. Whimpering softly Valorie had no choice but to nod, her eyes looking pleadingly at the queen and then to Kelly. Surely the vase was running out, she had to have drunk almost its whole contents by now, the heavy and sickly weight now sitting in her stomach uneasily. Looking down there was still a third of the jug left, but even as she finished pouring another glass she knew she could not wait for the poor woman sat in front of her to finish another three glasses, even if Valorie could do it without losing control of her bladder. Kelly’s legs were beginning to tremble more and more as spasms ripped through her body, her tiring muscles burning like she had lit a fire in her underwear. Her defences weakening by the second as she stood here, feet from the most powerful person in the country. Kelly knew she had to get out of here, she had been moments from wetting herself before she had been sent for the wine. Letting out a small grunt and crossing one leg over the other Kelly felt the first momentary loss of control. A quick burst of wetness spreading through her undergarments, her defences had cracked and she wasn’t sure the rest of her bladders contents was far behind. Watching as Valorie finished her fifth glass she had to take a chance. “Im…Im afraid we are out, I can get another one if you wish.” She said unsteadily, hoping the queen would not question her or look in the jug. But thankfully it seemed she was still more interested in her own maid than in Kelly. “Be gone” she said, waving a hand dismissively and smiling at Valorie. Not needing to be told again the serving girl almost fled the stage, a series of wet droplets following her path for anyone that was looking closely enough to notice. As Valorie sat there, she could feel the contents of both her stomach and bladder swirling inside her. Breathing through her nose she was doing her best to fight off the nausea that was starting to set in, the quantity of wine sitting in her stomach taking its toll as the next plate of food was placed next to her. By the 10th course Valorie was rocking in her seat gently as the pressure inside her bladder was quickly becoming unbearable, not helped by the queen eyeing her every move. Putting her hands on her knees she moved them in slow circles, hoping to sooth the worry that was creeping in about being able to last the night. What was the queen playing at, she knew she was desperate and yet she said nothing while watching her like a hawk. Whimpering slightly Valorie gave in, sliding a hand between her legs and pressing against her tiring muscles. Looking up it was clear the queen was amused, another wicked smile plastered across it. Was this what she wanted? “Well its seems my chamber lady is at her wits end”, The queen said loudly, all eyes on the table turning to her and then staring at the desperate Valorie. “perhaps I can find you some way of relief.” She finished raising her eyebrows, but Valorie knew it surely not that simple. “Morgana, you seem to be handling it well, im sure you would be able to help your queen yes. Do you want to do your duty, or are you unable?” The queen said accusingly, locking eyes with the woman she was so fiercely attacking. Morgana was unsure what to say, she had been minding her own business and now she was called out for not doing her duty? Looking over at Valorie it was clear that the young woman was about to wet herself, but she didn’t feel too far behind her in that matter. “Go on, or do you want to wet yourself” She aimed that one at Valorie. Standing unsteadily, Valorie felt the weight of her bladder moving inside her. The almost solid weight of pee pushing heavily on her muscles that were tiring after a day of being filled past her comfortable limits. Walking slowly, she rounded the table until she was in front of it and opposite her friend who herself was squirming in her seat. Looking at Morgana she could see the worry in her eyes for the first time, the confidence behind her emerald gems wavering slightly. Morgana had seen how much the queen had forced her to drink and was clearly unsure of her ability to hold the evenings worth of guests and what Valorie had been forced to consume herself. “Im not sure this is a good idea” Valorie said reluctantly, turning to look at the queen and hope she would reconsider “Are you questioning your queen! Who do you think you are! Now, connect yourself to that woman so that you may relieve yourself and so may I.” she demanded With no other option Valorie looked at Morgana apologetically, simply getting an uncertain nod in response. Handing over the other end of her Catheter she started to wonder if maybe she could release just enough to take the queens load, then the queen would never have to know. But surely the queen would notice the lack of flow, maybe if she could squeeze and slow it down enough, she could… “What exactly is going on here Keira?” A voice shouted from behind Valorie, Lady Meredith’s sudden appearance startling many of them. “Mother…my chamber lady needs to relieve herself so I have asked Morgana to take her.” “Keira, you really think I haven’t noticed the glances, the looks, plying poor Valorie with her weight in wine and filling Morgana yourself in spite of the fact you have your own chamber maid.” “I….dont know…I didn’t…How do…” The queen stammered, her face flushed as she was caught in her web of lies and actions. “Why does it matter to you.” “Because I have already stood by while one of my family abuses her people and I will not do it again. I abdicated the throne for the good of the people as any decent queen would. I even let you entertain the idea of the chamber ladies, but this is not that my dear. These are your people and yes they are your servants but they are not your play things to do with as you wish.” She finished, a strong finger pointing accusingly at her daughter. “They are just servants” the queen shouted back, standing up at the table to confront her mother who was berating her. “And yet tonight they have shown more self-control and decorum than you, their queen.” “How dare you!” Keira shot back, obviously offended at the mere suggestion of what her mother was saying. “How dare I, you disagree then?” Her mother asked. “Yes!” “Well then, if you have such great control. Show me!” Lady Meredith said, her voice returning to a normal level yet still reverberating powerfully around the room. “If you want to prove you are better than just a servant, do their job.” “What!” the queen asked, appalled by the idea. “You think of yourself above them, show me and the room how powerful you are.” “Yes, I will!” The queen shouted back, doubling down on her defiance as the room fell silent once again. “Go on then, Valorie why don’t you go since you are the queens chamber lady it seems fitting.” Lady Meredith said, turning towards the servant as she danced desperately on the opposite side of the table to the queen who was still standing. “I…” Valorie stuttered, her head confused by what was going on, was she supposed to pee into the queen now?” “Come on then!” Keira shouted arrogantly. Slowly walking over to her she hooked up the device, the whole room now watching. It took Valorie a moment to calm her quivering bladder enough to let go but as she opened the flood gates her knees almost buckled beneath her as she tasted relief. “Oh god” she groaned breathlessly, her body sagging as pee burst forwards, rushing along the device and into the stone-faced queen. Standing tall with her arms folded across her chest, she stared defiantly at her chamber lady. Piss thundering between the two of them as the nights worth of royal pee was suddenly rewinding itself into the queen. As the time wore on and she continued to fill the noblewoman stood in front of her, she could see the cracks starting to appear in her Queen. Flaring nostrils, clenching hands and a slight flinch every time she blinked were breaking the queens otherwise stalwart appearance. Even as the pee entered its third minute, she remained strong, the room still silent except for Valorie’s heavy breathing. Looking down from the queens face she could see her bladder stretching out, the royals expensive dress being force outwards as her pee thundered into the bloating woman. By minute four it was even surprising Valorie, she would never have thought she could hold so much, her bladder was far larger than even she could have imagined. “Oh god!” The queen groaned, a mirror of Valorie’s earlier statement as finally even the façade of pretending to be fine shattered in an instant. “Please stop, I….I don’t think I can…” The queen stuttered, doubling over and reaching a hand out towards her mother, pleading with her. “Keep going” Lady Meredith said, but at this point it wasn’t even up to Valorie. Her muscles were far too weak to even attempt to stop, she was in this for the full duration and so was the queen. “HHuuHH, HHuuuHH, HHuuuHH, the queen breathed animalistically, staring at the floor as her bladder swelled past anything she had ever felt before. Her servant’s capacity easily surpassing that of her own. “Ahhhh” The queen cried again, her arms wrapping around her abdomen as it was pumped fuller and fuller, her face red and sweating profusely as it stretched. Groaning again and again the discomfort and pressure inside her was too much, she couldn’t bear it any longer. Overwhelmed she fell to her knees as guttural grunts began to emanate from her as she desperately clutched at her abdomen, her eyes wild and pained. “I cant!” she yelled, the confession echoing off the wall for all to hear. In a flash her hand went through her dress and pulled the tormenting device from herself as her dress started to darken instantly. Groaning even louder in relief it reverberated for almost 10 seconds as her bladder let loose a torrent of royal waters into her clothing. Dark streaks appearing on her silver dress as the fabric became saturated, steam rising from her wet legs as pee snaked its way down her slender calves and began to pool around her expensive shoes. Unable to close off the flow Valorie continued, her stream flowing out of the end of the tube but luckily it seemed no one was watching her as the queen continued to groan in the middle of the room. Slumping back the queen ended up sat in her own puddle, her already sodden dress shining as streams and ripples of her continuing pee ran over the silk material as it clung to her wet legs. “I…I…just couldn’t” She whispered into the still silent room which was witnessing queens accident. The only sounds those of the hiss of her pee shooting through her undergarments and a gentle trickling noise as if a babbling brook had formed in the middle of the room. “No you couldn’t” The queens mother said, looking down on her daughter as the puddle of her own making spread out all around her, as it had many of the other chamber maids she had failed to prepare for this evening. “You have my apologise ladies and gentlemen, but the feast is concluded. If you would like to retire to your rooms, the servants will show you to your rooms.” The queens mother announced to the dumbstruck crowd gazing upon the sullen queen wetting herself like a small child. But quickly the servants began to move the crowd out, only those stood around the top table remaining. “Keira, it was… interesting to see you again” Geoffrey said, standing above her on the step and out of her still expanding puddle. “Geoffrey” she said, looking pleadingly up at the tall man. “Now, come along sister. I think we should find you some relief” he said, sis arm linking with a tall black haired beauty whose own bladder could easily be seen bulging out of her tight dress. “Sis…Sister” The queen said, the realisation too much for her water logged brain to comprehend. “Well, Morgana’s my half half sister. I take it you didn’t ask for her name?” He continued. “I…but…”the queen started “Goodnight your majesty” He said, stepping over the mess she was still making on the floor. Bowing deeply to the queen’s mother as he gently kissed her hand. “Always a pleasure” “Valorie, would you be so kind as to show me the courtyard you and the others used earlier, I think I would like to use it now.” Morgana said, a sense of urgency in her voice but her poise as lady like as ever. “Of course, right this way.” Valorie said, not quite sure if given the revelation of her family if she was supposed to now call Morgana a Lady “Si…Sister” Keira said again, her head dropping as she finally finished peeing. The end! ---------------------------------------------------------- I really hope you enjoyed this story. It was good fun to write and a big thank you to FoxLover for trusting me with his story / setting. I’d love to know people’s thoughts, good or bad! Thanks for reading, Hon3y, SpaceWonderer, Manticore and 4 others 4 1 2 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted August 28, 2020 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted August 28, 2020 Damn I really did enjoy that story it was a very enjoyable read Quote Link to comment
warham1995 1,016 Posted August 29, 2020 Share Posted August 29, 2020 there should be an epilogue about what happened after the feast was canceled and morgana finally getting her relief. also i think that it was funny that the queen got her just desserts. Foxlover 1 Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted August 29, 2020 Share Posted August 29, 2020 That was another amazing story, thank you very much! I loved the last chapter, I am always glad if an abusive woman like the queen or an arrogant one like Laura is punished and has to accept defeat at some point. And I am so glad Morgana managed not to disgrace herself :) Quote Link to comment
Cy_The_Fox 26 Posted August 29, 2020 Share Posted August 29, 2020 Nooooo this can't be the end I need to know the aftermath of the feast. Please, please, please do 1 more chapter!!!! Quote Link to comment
Manticore 20 Posted August 30, 2020 Share Posted August 30, 2020 Great conclusion! I enjoyed all the characters getting what they deserved, good or bad. You've done a great job capturing the setting and desperation of the original RP and I would love to see more if you write it Quote Link to comment
Markj9494 569 Posted August 30, 2020 Author Share Posted August 30, 2020 On 8/28/2020 at 7:35 PM, Melificentfan said: Damn I really did enjoy that story it was a very enjoyable read Thank you! On 8/29/2020 at 1:07 AM, warham1995 said: there should be an epilogue about what happened after the feast was canceled and morgana finally getting her relief. also i think that it was funny that the queen got her just desserts. Thanks for reading and you never know what might happen with this setting in the future. 15 hours ago, wedgeantilles said: That was another amazing story, thank you very much! I loved the last chapter, I am always glad if an abusive woman like the queen or an arrogant one like Laura is punished and has to accept defeat at some point. And I am so glad Morgana managed not to disgrace herself 🙂 Thanks for the kind words, glad you enjoyed to story arc. 3 hours ago, Manticore said: Great conclusion! I enjoyed all the characters getting what they deserved, good or bad. You've done a great job capturing the setting and desperation of the original RP and I would love to see more if you write it Thank you, that means a lot. I did my best to get it as close to the source material as possible but its always difficult to match something faithfully. Foxlover 1 Quote Link to comment
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