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Zur Schau gestellt (4)

... women! Maybe

flogging would be easier, because at least it would be over quickly. What she

had to endure was going on for hours. Moreover, those watching couldn't tell

the depths of her pain, because there was no whip, no blood, no lash marks, no

piercing screams from sudden strokes. The pain she had to suffer was internal,

and the onlookers could only perceive it from her facial expressions, the

writhing movements of her body, and her vocal complaints. All they could see,

and some of them looked careful to detect it, was the bulge of her abdomen,

harder to see from the front, but detectable by those who viewed her in

profile. Nancy, of course, couldn't see this subtle symptom of her condition,

but she was reminded of it when two of her viewers, standing at the end of the

platform, commented on it. "Look, now her tummy's sticking out

farther than her hair", said one. "And she's got a lot of hair down there.

But her stomach's kinda fat, too. Maybe that's all you're seeing. " "No.

Look carefully. Her stomach's got a bit of flab, but it's up higher, behind

her belly button. The bulge you see now is bigger than it was an hour ago,

when it didn't stick out as far as the hair below it. Now its pushed out

beyond the black hairs. That's her bladder - it's really full of pee! They

must really give these gals a lot to drink before they string them up!" "I

heard this one say she had to drink almost a gallon! Boy, I bet ...

... she'd like to

let it out. But they give them an awful penalty if they pee." "That's the

real punishment here, besides being strung up with nothing on! They have to

hold their pee until it hurts them mighty bad."

Nancy could hear the conversation, and the two continued to discuss her

anatomy. After a few minutes, they came around to stand in front of her.

Nancy was fidgeting rapidly, shifting her weight around and squirming. Her

abdominal muscles twitched in her continual efforts to restrain her sphincters.

She turned her face rapidly, grimacing with pain. But she was able to look at

the men, and one of them spoke to her. "Hey, lady, we can see your misery, but

what's the real pain you're feeling. Are they stretching your arms too much?

Are you legs sore? You itch? What's really bothering you the most?" Nancy was

really in no mood to satisfy their curiosity, but neither was she prepared to

argue. She thought they at least sounded sympathetic. "I need to pee! I need

to pee so goshawful bad!" One turned to the other and remarked, "See, I told

that was her bladder that's bulging! I wonder how much longer she can hold it?

Hey, lady - have they got you plugged up with something, or are you just holding it?"

"I'm not plugged - maybe it would be easier if I was - I have to hold it!"

Ralph appeared again and called to his tortured wife, "Nancy, I hate to see

this, but you're doing great. How are you feeling, or should I ask?" ...