Zur Schau gestellt (4) - Sexgeschichten

Zur Schau gestellt (4)

... "Mrs. Johnson, you seem to have a lot of sympathizers. I'm going to offer

you a bit of relief if you'll take it with a price. Interested?"

"What ... have I got..." her voice trailed off. Clarence motioned for the

attendant to come forward with a container. "Mrs. Johnson, I am going to allow

you to let out a whole pint right now; but you've got to agree to an extension.

If I allow you this, you must stay here an extra hour, which means an hour and

a quarter from now, with no further relief, and you must drink a quart of water

instead of just two glasses. And two more.... " "Yes, OK, anything, but let

me do it ... now. Tell me the rest while I'm peeing..." Her eyes were closed

in a grimace, her face contorted. As the attendant placed the container under

her, Clarence continued, "Remember, the object is for you to be in pain. Just

a pint now, no more! You get water after that until you've drunk a quart, and

no more relief for another hour and fifteen minutes. And the other two things:

your legs are to spread wider, by another foot, to stretch those muscles you

use for control; and finally, if you don't produce at least a quart at the end,

we add an extra day to the exhibition. Agreed?"

Nancy responded immediately, "Agreed - agreed. Yes, yes. I've got to.." She

was almost ecstatic with the feeling of actually allowing her bladder to

discharge even a small part of its contents. But her mood was changed quickly

with the ...

... attendant's order "Stop! that's all for now!" .

Having completed this service to her, he unshackled her right leg, moved it

over another foot from the other leg, and reshackled it in the new position.

Meekly she accepted this, her legs now stretched apart quite uncomfortably,

incidentally opening up her genital area noticeably. She reflected mentally

that this was about the most unladylike posture she could assume! The added

effect of spreading her legs was also that her arms were now stretched higher

by several inches, causing her upper body to be stretched a bit upward, lifting

her breasts a bit.

Now the attendant brought the required water to Nancy. A whole quart, she

thought. He brought it to her in successive glasses, putting the straw to her

lips. She took it as quickly as she could manage, later reflecting that she

might have been able to draw out the procedure and have a bit more time.

Finally she finished, her stomach now feeling just a bit bloated with its new

load.

Veronica was given her water and limited relief, drawing the crowd's attention

away from Nancy. Now she was feeling discomforts from all her parts. Her

arms complained of the stretching, her legs hurt from their widened stance, the

sweat fell into her eyes, and she could smell the odor from her own armpits.

But no discomfort matched the ache, the hurt, the feeling of her poor

overdistended bladder, stretched what she would have thought was beyond ...