Debby had to piss. All of the water that she had been forced to drink had finally worked its way through her system and was now stretching her bladder. The lower part of her body was sore from all of the fucking she had received, and from the pounding she had given herself with the false cock. The uncomfortably full feeling in her guts was only making matters worse.
She didn't know if she could continue to hold it in. She had mentioned it to Tony when he had returned to the dungeon, his long cock drooping, but still not going completely soft. All he had done was smile at her, as if he really hadn't heard what she had said.
She decided to try again.
"Tony, I've got to piss!" she said urgently, wanting to leave no room for doubt.
His smile broadened, but his gaze hard.
"You'll just have to wait for a while," he replied, staring down at her as if she were an impudent child demanding some favor.
Debby sat naked on the floor, her back against the stone wall at one side of the large dungeon. Her hands were locked into clamps set in the wall, but they were not uncomfortably high. Her arms extended straight out from her shoulders, and there was enough slack for her to flex her elbows and take some weight off her battered and torn wrists. Her ass-cheeks pressed into the rock surface below her, molding flesh to each irregularity. The stone was chilly.
"Please, Tony – I really have to go," Debby pleaded again, trying to put some urgency in her voice.
Previously, she would have simply demanded, but that no longer seemed to work. The man she had been able to bully had become lost in the shadows of the monstrous, old room.
"All this talk makes me want to piss, too," Tony said, a frown on his face. He looked down at her naked body for a few seconds as if studying it, then his lips turned up into a crooked smile. "I'll tell you what we'll do. You get to watch me piss and then I get to watch you."
Tony pulled a set of shiny handcuffs from a peg in the wall, then leaned down to unclamp Debby's right hand. When it was free from the wall, Tony snapped one ring of the metal bracelets in place, then pulled her arm behind her body. Stepping over her, he freed her left hand, and twisted it behind her where he locked her wrists tightly together. The short chain between the cuffs was used to haul her to her feet.
Her knees almost buckled, but Tony held her up by the chain. Metal cut harshly into her damaged wrists and Debby fought for her balance. When she finally steadied, he pushed her through the door and into the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom was a toilet, as dingy as everything else seemed to be in the old dungeon. Debby wondered whether it had ever been cleaned, but, right now, she really didn't care. As long as she could get her ass down on the cold seat and get some of the pain out of her bladder. They had forced her to drink almost a gallon of water earlier in the day. It seemed that every bit of it had collected inside her and was screaming to get out.
But first, Tony had decided to take his own piss. With a hand on each shoulder, he forced her to the stone floor.
She leaned back against the toilet, but it wasn't right far him. He grabbed her ankles, pulling roughly, and her ass scooted away from the toilet. The back of her head banged sharply against the enamel, but still he yanked until her head rested on the outside of the bowl. Her neck arched, pushing her face up until it was even with the rim.
Tony dropped her legs to the floor spreading her knees with his feet and moving forward until she almost had a full set of toes nestled into her shaved cunt. His heavy cock was suspended above her stomach and chest, and he gathered his thick hunk of prick-meat into his hand. His prick pointed straight along her body toward the toilet bowl, giving Debby an excellent look at his swollen cock-head.
"Now you'll be able to see what it looks like when a man takes a piss," Tony said, as if giving her a treat.
None of that really interested Debby. It was her own piss-stream that she wanted shooting into the toilet bowl. But if the way, to get that was to watch her husband empty piss from the end of his cock, she was willing to do it. Her neck hurt from being jammed against the front of the toilet, but that would end in only a minute or two.
"Watch it real close, or you're not going to get your chance to take a piss," he urged her as his hand pulled on his cock-shaft to make it even longer.
Debby locked her gaze onto the tiny slit at the very tip of his cock-head, almost fascinated inspite of herself at being able to see such a thing. She would have never sought out such an experience herself, but now that she had been forced into it, she was almost captivated by the idea. It seemed almost impossible that the same little slit that could shoot cum into her mouth, cunt and ass was the same spout far his bladder.
The muscles of his abdomen tensed and his prick-shaft seemed to lunge slightly. His tiny piss-hole flared open. The first few golden drops forced their way through.
The full force of his piss-stream wasn't behind it, and a golden, wet trail began working itself up her body. First his piss splashed between her tits, spattering both of her nipples, then quickly worked up her neck to her chin. Her mouth clenched tight and her eyes closed, as his budding stream of piss worked up her face. Then it was gone, leaving smelly wetness in its wake.
Debby's eyes opened, and she said a quick thanks that none of it had dribbled into her eyes. Above her, a steady stream of golden liquid flowed from the end of her husband's cock to arch over her forehead and splash noisily into the water of the toilet bowl.
His piss-stream weakened. Some of its power seemed gone. Debby realized what that would mean, and she quickly turned her face to the side. She was barely in time. The golden arch above her head was on the rim of the toilet, finally splashing into the hair at the side of her head. Some of his piss splashed directly into her car, then it dripped down her right cheek. Debby gasped at its warmness as his piss reached her neck and coursed down across her tit. Then there was nothing but a few dribbles, falling almost unnoticed into the wetness that already stained her body.
Watching his piss had been one thing, and a few drops hadn't been much worse. But as his pissing came to an end, Debby was used almost like a toilet. It was a full stream, although weakened, that had pissed upon her, and all of the fascination washed away. Now she felt like a stinky urinal that someone had neglected to clean. Debby was sure that Tony had known that she would end up covered by piss. And he had done it anyway, probably delighting in the humiliating scene.
Debby rolled to the side, falling onto her face in the hope of working herself up onto her knees. Pain still gripped her across the front of her abdomen, and now that Tony was through with his own piss, she thought it was her turn.
Her face left wet imprints on the stone as she tried to push herself up. She felt the chain between the cuffs grab and she was hauled to her feet. She sighed deeply. Finally, she would be allowed to stop the agony of her painfully stretched bladder.
"What are you doing?" she asked desperately, as she felt herself being pulled backward toward the open door of the bathroom.
"That's my and Joachim's place to piss," Tony growled, and jerked her another two feet away from the toilet. "Yours is in the dungeon. He's designed a special place for bitches like you to take a good pigs."
"No, Tony!" she cried as she was pulled farther from the toilet. "I can't hold it any longer. I'll pee right here."
"You piss on the floor and I'll beat the shit out of you with the riding crop!" he threatened, tugging her along backward. "When I get you up on this device, you can stream to your pussy's delight."
The promise eased her mind, but not her body. Pee was going to gush out of her within a couple of minutes, no matter how much he threatened her. Her feet shuffled backward, trying to make the trip go faster. If she could get to where he was talking about quickly, she might mange to hold it in. That way, at least she would avoid another beating.
When he finally allowed her to turn around, they were standing next to a device she had noticed before, but couldn't figure out.
It rested on a closed, heavy metal box, and at the top was something that looked like a small, leather saddle for a horse. At the back of it, where the cattle should have been, a long, metal pronged brace rose, much like a backrest on a motorcycle. Straps hung from the brace, and Debby knew they would be used to tie her down. In front the pommel rose sharply and would probably bump against the front of her body. The stirrups were nothing more than clamps to lock her feet to the sides.
But it had nothing to do with a toilet, as far as Debby could see. And there wasn't time for some silly dallying before her bladder exploded. The pressure of her confined piss was surely going to win. If he strapped her into that infernal thing, it was certainly going to get wet.
Tony strapped one of her feet into a side clamp, then instructed her to step up. When she hesitated, he slapped her sharply on her naked ass, and she levered herself upward. Before her ass plopped into the seat of the saddle, she saw a one-inch groove carved into the leather.
In the dimness, she couldn't see how deep it was, but it fit right against her slit. It ran up into the pommel of the saddle, reaching the height of her clit. Her thighs and crotch were spread by the width of the saddle, and Debby could feel her pussy open and kiss the metal edges of the groove. Whatever it was designed for, it certainly fit her cunt.
Tony locked her other ankles into the clamp on the other side of the device, then pushed down a long lever that lowered both of the clamps. Debby grunted. Her legs were fully extended and her crotch was mashed down into the saddle. Her pussy-lips no longer just lay on the sides of the metal groove – they were actually compressed against it.
Two leather straps were wrapped around her body, tying her loosely to the back brace. Her hands were snapped behind her into cuffs built into the cantle. The insides of her forearms brushed against the sides of her naked hips. It wasn't that uncomfortable, but it did nothing to relieve the pain that was snapping her gut. Her bladder felt as if it were about to explode.
"You've got to let me piss!" Debby howled, knowing she couldn't hold it any longer. Already, the first drops were starting to force their way through her tiny piss-hole and dribble into the gash of her cunt.
"Anytime you want!" Tony laughed wickedly. "The groove's there for you to piss in, but I advise you to only let out a little squirt at first to find out just how this thing works."
A little squirt, she wondered. A flood was what she needed. But there was something threatening in both the words and the sound of his voice, and it sent an icy chill down her spine. No matter how much it frightened her, she was going to have to piss. Even if she didn't want to, her piss was going to force its way out of her body. Gripping her guts tightly to keep most of it in, she let out a tiny jet of piss from the small, hidden hole in the gash of her cunt.
"Aeeeiii!" Debby screamed when the electrical current hit her.
From a bare wire in the shallow channel, the power worked up her stream of piss and burned into her cunt. It wasn't a little electrical shock like they had used to tickle her tits and clit and to finally make her cum. It was the full, ripping agony of being fully jolted.
The rippling pain contracted her piss-hole, cutting off the budding stream. The current died to a mere tingle, arcing in the air weakly to the drops of piss wetting the lips of her cunt.
"No, Tony!" the frightened wife squealed. "It's like pissing into a light socket. I can't stand it! But I can't hold it any longer!"
"Then you'll have to decide," he said flatly. He turned away from her. "There's your hole to piss in, Debby – either use it, or shut up about how much your bladder hurts!"
When he turned his back on her, her mind dropped him from her thoughts. There was no way that she was going to get any help from her angry, young husband.
Debby struggled against her bindings, but there was very little give. She could move the upper part of her body a bit, but there was no way she could shift her ass. The metal sides of the groove containing the hot wire remained jammed against her outer pussy-lips, with her cunt locked above the hot electrical wire.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, feeling the swelling of piss inside her painful bladder.
It was unbearable. Every second that she waited with her pisshole locked tightly shut, it seemed like another pint of piss was added to stretch her tortured bladder even more. It was like a dam that had weakened from too much captured water; it was only a matter of seconds before things would go out of control.
Perhaps if she only let a little squirt put, it would take away enough of the pressure for her to stand it. If it hurt this bad, any relief would seem like heaven. Her body was totally wracked with pain. She knew the current would hit her from even a short stream of piss, but maybe she could stand at least that much shock for a second or two. She really had no choice; something had to give. Piss had to drain from her before her bladder split.
She tried, her piss-hole trying to close as soon as the first of her piss broke through. A nightmare slammed into her guts. The electricity rocketed into her body, gripping her tightly below the waist. It was just like being electrocuted, with her pussy being the site of the initial current. It couldn't have burned more if someone had shoved alighted torch into her slit.
"Oooooohh!" she wailed, the pain almost blowing out her mind.
Once again, her body cut off her piss stream, even though that gave her a different, excruciating pain. Most of the current died away when its path was shut off, but some of it still jumped the space into the wetness left on her pussy by the piss.
"Help me!" Debby screamed, caught between two unbearable pains.
The electrical current was like plugging her cunt into a gripping inferno, but her full bladder was equal hell. The small releases of piss had punched a hole into the darn that held back the flood. Weakness had been found by the crushing pressure inside her, and her piss was about to forge out.
Fighting it all the way, she could feel the piss work into her tube. It seemed to burn its way through her body then force open her little piss-slit.
"Nooooo!" Debby shrieked as she felt the final barrier give way.
For a fraction of a second, she wasn't punished, but then the pee splashed over the hot wire in the crease. Current worked up the wet, golden piss-stream and rushed into her cunt. Her whole body was jolted by what felt like ten sledge hammers crashing into her together.
"Aaaaargh!" She almost choked as the muscles of her neck tightened along with the rest of her body.
Then she was shaking from her head to her feet, bucking about violently in the bindings that held her. The golden piss continued to flow from her cunt, building pressure as it forced open the tube from her bladder. The flood crashed into the channel in the seat of the saddle, covering the hot electrical wire with liquid.
Piss flooded out to nun down the sides of the saddle along her legs. It splashed up the front of her abdomen across the closely shaved skin. Where the liquid went, it added new fire to her skin.
And still she couldn't cut her piss-stream off. Her body was completely out of control. All semblance of coordination had vanished once the current had taken over her nerve paths. Her stretched bladder emptied itself, sowing the seeds of her own torture. The muscles gripping from the electrical shock simply hurried it along.
Even when her bladder was empty and collapsed, the current didn't stop. Her pussy was totally soaked by splashing piss, and the channel was equally wet. Current flowed from the wire through the wetness, to enter the metal sides of the crease. From there it shot into Debby's pussy-lips and spread like wildfire across the dampness of her cunt. It knifed into her, firing nerves and contracting muscles. It wasn't enough to knock her unconscious, so she had to buck and kick through all of the pain.
Never had she been so tortured; never had she been so afraid. If she could have her way, she would never dare to piss again.