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    Datum: 16.01.2020, Kategorien: Schamsituation

    ... bring her legs together, straining against the shackles.
    
    She constantly twisted her upper body, causing her breasts to swing and bounce.
    
    She was sweating profusely. Her arms were tired, more than tired, and her
    
    muscles ached from their forced positions. Her armpits stank, and she was
    
    aware of it. Her hair was a mess. Her feet itched. Flies and gnats sat on
    
    her from time to time, attracted by her body odors and the sweat pouring out of
    
    her.
    
    Her own torment had gotten so bad she had become oblivious to the plight of the
    
    girl chained with her. Suddenly she turned, attracted by the sound of the girl
    
    groaning audibly. She began saying, "please - please - I've got to pee, I
    
    can't hold it any longer, I don't care what do to me, I just can't hold it" .
    
    Seemingly she was expecting some response from the attendant, but all she got
    
    was the attention of the crowd. Nancy turned to watch her, and, suddenly, a
    
    long, powerful stream of liquid shot out from in front of her, which quickly
    
    turned into spray at various angles dousing the front of the platform and even
    
    some of the crowd in front of her. The stream continued, becoming a real
    
    torrent, gradually soaking into the sand as she finally emptied herself. Other
    
    than the gleeful expressions on men in the crowd, there seemed to be no
    
    official response.
    
    Nancy knew she was tempted to obtain release the same way. Her body hurt
    
    terribly, and her distended bladder was extremely ...
    ... painful. As she looked at
    
    the clock she knew had only twenty minutes to go. She remembered what Clarence
    
    had said about having to hold at least a quart, and she really wondered how
    
    much she could have in her. She had never thought of trying to measure her
    
    bladder capacity, but she recalled reading that adults usually could hold 400 -
    
    600 ml, which would be a bit over a pint. What would a quart feel like? She
    
    hoped, indeed, that she was feeling it now. How could it be any worse?
    
    She watched the clock almost half-consciously. Ralph was still around, now
    
    watching his wife as she appeared in real agony. He wondered how many of the
    
    men watching knew how the women were being tortured, and if they were aware of
    
    the water they had to drink before being exhibited. He suspected some knew,
    
    some did not. He moved to the side of the platform, and saw Nancy in profile.
    
    For the first time, he noticed the significant bulge in her abdominal region,
    
    the evidence of an overdistended bladder. He also noted how much more her
    
    pubic hair extended out as compared to the younger woman, whose was obviously
    
    trimmed. He noted the sweat pouring down his wife's sides and over her hips.
    
    He wished he could somehow help her through this torture.
    
    Finally the clock moved to the end of the hour, and Clarence immediately moved
    
    to see the girl. He knew she had lost control, and told her she had two more
    
    hours to serve. In addition, she would have to be exhibited ...
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