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  1. DISCLAIMER (That means you have to read this first!!) This story is labeled with the [messing] tag, but allow me to warn you a second time just in case, reader. This is a Poo Desperation story, so read at your own peril if you do not enjoy that kind of thing. I feel I should clarify it is not a Messing story, though, even though I use that tag as the closest most effective warning. Characters may, in fact, mess themselves if they do not make it in time to the toilet, but the primary focus is on characters holding it in and struggling while not being able to find a bathroom or other suitable place of relief. If you are familiar with what kind of pee stories I write, this is that, but with pooping. There’s a fair bit of pee desperation too, but really if you can’t handle poop desperation and pooping this is probably not the right story for you. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop (Before her exam) Tags: Poop Desperation, Pee Desperation, Pooping, Pee Relief ”mmhhhggghh!” Sandra Wilton Horn had to poop. Which you wouldn’t think was an issue, because she was currently sitting on a toilet. What was far less convenient was that fact that due to how backed up she was, Sandra’s body was just refusing to cooperate with her. She had been pushing for fifteen minutes now, and the despicable mass inside her still showed no sign of budging. “mhph!” A second push forces a dainty toot out of Sandra’s behind. She needed to do so much more, and this modest gas did not give her any relief. In fact, it only frustrated her. Sandra is about to go for a third push when she suddenly hears hurried knocking on the bathroom door. “Hey! Are you done yet, I really need to use the toilet!” The voice outside is feminine, and more than a little worried-sounding. “I might take a while, so you should probably go somewhere else!” The girl outside does not respond, but Sandra can still hear the gentle tapping of her feet against the hard floor. It was exactly this kind situation that had made Sandra decide to hold off on pooping until she could do it away from home. She was visiting her parents over thanksgiving, together with a bit of her extended family. Sandra, her mother, her father, sister and sister’s girlfriend had all been sharing the home toilet for a few days now, so there wasn’t ever a lengthy enough window of opportunity for Sandra to try and relieve her encumbered bowels at home before there was someone waiting outside the door. It’s not like she really wanted to poop at campus either, but she had really wanted to go into her exams later today without the stomachache. She had chosen this toilet in particular since she’d thought it was in a somewhat secluded location. Well, apparently not secluded enough. “All the other toilets I checked were occupied! Please!” There is a hint of panic in her voice. Sandra pushes one last time for good measure. Nothing, not even a squeaky fart. There was no way she would be able to focus now, anyway. No sense in keeping the desperate girl outside waiting. Sandra tears off a sheet of toilet paper and wipes both front and back exits. Her ass is clean as a whistle to begin with, so she’s not even sure why she bothers with the last one. “Please! I’m really going to-” The girl’s frantic voice is drowned out by the sound of Sandra flushing the toilet. Sandra thinks she can hear a subdued whimper from outside and decides to hurry on out. The girl immediately pushes Sandra to the side and barges inside the toilet. Sandra can hear the rustling of clothes and the tap-tap of the girl’s feet. Then, a heavy slam as she sits on the toilet, immediately followed by a torrent of liquid accentuated by heavy splashes. All completed by the girl’s euphoric moaning, Sandra isn’t even sure how it had been possible for her to get so desperate, given that toilets were generally quite available in the building and it was fairly early in the day. Maybe the girl had just missed an extremely-needed morning dump somehow? Sandra mostly envied the girl, though. She was doing the thing Sandra wanted most right now, and making it seem effortless. Sandra left the bathroom, and started checking her watch. She had fifteen minutes before she had promised to meet up with her friends to study, then in two hours she would take her exam. There wasn’t much of a point in trying to relieve herself before meeting with her friends, fifteen minutes just wouldn’t be enough time to get her bowels moving, even if she could find an uncontested bathroom. She heads off, while sending a text to her friends. “Going to the humanities building now. Meet up there?” Then adds “Or has anyone found a free room?” As she’s walking, her friend Malin replies “Might be a little late sry sry” Soon after, she gets a reply from Christie, her other study partner. “@ library, room L338. Meet up and wait for Molly there?” Sandra sends “Okay be there in a minute.”, and changes course for the library. On her way, she notes a pretty significant queue for one of the toilets. Three students are lined up, which is really rare for campus. Usually, there are more than enough toilets to go around. Sandra shrugs and keeps on walking, she didn’t have time to try and use the toilet anyway before meeting with Christie and Malin. She gets inside the small classroom, which she, Christie and Malin had reserved to study in last week. Christie is already there, sitting on a table and fiddling with her phone. She looks up when Sandra enters, and jumps off the table. “Hey.” “Hiya. Did you see Malin’s message? Seems like she’ll be a bit. Maybe we can get some studying in before she shows up?” “Yeah, we probably should. I tried to make sense of the chapter corresponding to our last seminar from Friday, I thought I understood it during the seminar but reading it over the weekend was a huge mess. You think we can look at that for a bit?” Sandra absentmindedly strokes her stomach. “Sure!” She smiles, though it’s a little forced as she feels a mild cramp just then. “We can start there and see how much we’re able to get done from there.” The two sit down, spending some time with the material for a while before another Malin message bzzts into their phones simultaneously. “Holy SHIT guys I’m so sry been looking forever for a toilet and I’m going to WET myself!” Sandra shoots Christie a worried look. “Do you think we can help her, Chris?” She returns with a shrug, but she looks concerned. “I did see some bad queues all over campus on my way here. Maybe we can check the bathrooms here in the library? If they’re free we can tell her at least.” The two head off and go down a floor to reach the library toilet. However, not only do they find a mammoth queue, they find Malin too. She is just two people into the queue, and engrossed in the most animated pee dance Sandra had ever seen. Malin was jumping around so much in that skirt Sandra worried she would flash someone her panties soon, or that she might have already. “Malin-” Sandra extends a hand in an effort to get her attention, though she can’t help but glance down the long line of women and into the occupied restroom. “Oh my god you guys I’m so sorry! I’ve looked everywhere for a free toilet but these queues are everywhere! I need to pee so badly that I’m going to explode if I don’t get to do it soon!” Malin is speaking rapidly, pee dance still in motion. “Um-” Sandra looks down the queue again. It was not a peaceful procession. Many girls showed open signs of desperation, a few cupping their hands over their backsides making it very clear what some of them wanted to do. Malin would probably not have much luck cutting ahead. “Okay. Shit geez guys.” Malin stomps her feet. “I’m actually not going to make it. Like, for real.” She glances around, then leans in to whisper something to Christie. Sandra can make out something like “…no-one else in there right…”. Christie immediately starts leading Malin away, back towards the stairs and the booked room. “No time to explain, come along now.” Sandra doesn’t have much choice but to follow. Malin is absolutely frantic on the way, twisting and grabbing herself. As they three are walking up the stairs, Sandra gets an accidental glimpse of Malin’s underwear. There might have been a wet spot, but she looked away instinctively and didn’t see much so maybe not. Either way, it was clear Malin was in dire straits. Christie opens the door for Malin, and she rushes in. “Get in and close the door, hurry!” She shouts from the other end of the door as she fiddles with one of the windows overlooking the courtyard to get it open. Sandra hurries in, closing the door behind herself just in time for Malin to violently pull down her panties and straddle the window frame, ass hanging free outside. There is a near immediate sound of a thick stream of liquid pouring out of her and hitting the dry shrubbery and dirt a floor below. “Hahhh man…” Malin’s face melts into a euphoric expression to match her noisy relief. Sandra’s ears are burning. “Hey, what if someone sees you. You’re on full display out there!” “Sorry… No way I can stop right now.” Malin takes a deep and happy breath as liquid continues to leave her. “Hoohhh sheesh, I’m really sorry you had to see this but I would be peeing on the floor right now if it wasn’t for this…” Sandra suddenly realized Christie has turned around to face away from Malin, and does the same. It’s not like she could see much from where she was standing, but still. Giving her a small measure of privacy seemed right. Hopefully nobody outside noticed what was going on. Sandra and Christie stand around awkwardly for a minute or so while Malin finishes her big pee. It does eventually taper off, and there doesn’t seem to been any kind of commotion outside so there’s hope Malin wasn’t noticed. Hopefully her behind wasn’t going to show up on the internet later. “Any of you guys have paper?” Sandra doesn’t, and isn’t sure if she should be turning around yet. She wasn’t close enough to Malin that this kind of thing came naturally. “I gotcha.” Christie walks over to help her out. Sandra waits a little longer before she has enough courage mustered to turn around. Malin is pulling up her panties just then, but luckily her skirt is covering her up. She gives a peppy look as Christie glances out the window. “We should move somewhere else. I don’t see anyone out there, but in case someone did see Malin just now I don’t think we should stick around and wait for trouble.” “Yeah, that was probably illegal what I just did. Let’s find an empty table and get studying!” Sandra can’t help but be amazed but Malin’s apparent nonchalance. She throws one last glance at the window as the trio leave the room, and can’t help but imagine what it would be like to do what Malin just did. Well, in her case she would be dumping a much heavier payload. She blushes. Even if it was truly about to come out, she probably couldn’t muster the courage to do something like that. The three find a table and get studying, making some good progress. Sandra is hopeful she’ll be able to remember some of this when the exam comes. Spending time with friends like this was a good way to distract from the nagging pressure and bloated feeling from inside, as well. She actually stops thinking about it entirely, until it returns with a vengeance. Sandra pauses in her workflow, and rubs her stomach. It was really acting up- “Guh.” Suddenly, a bad cramp. And something else, too. A sense of downwards momentum, starting somewhere deep within her and bubbling downwards in the direction of the only exit – her anus. She still has a fair bit of time before the exam starts. This might be her chance to finally be rid of her awful constipation. “Guys, sorry.” Sandra rises from the table. I’m gonna have to call it quits right here, I’m actually quite desperate for the toilet myself so I really need to make sure I go use the restroom before the exam starts.” Christie gives her a reassuring nod. “Eh, it’s no biggie. Do what you have to do. We’ll stay here a bit so if you have time after you can just come back here.” Malin chimes in. “There are so many queues everywhere, so it’s probably a good idea to make sure you have enough time. I couldn’t find a free toilet aaanywhere, and I really tried.” Sandra gives her friends a thankful smile, and hurries off. Time passes as Sandra searches for a free bathroom, or at least one with one that isn’t so long. She quickly checks the library toilet, but it’s as crowded as ever. Going outside the library into the neighboring building is the same, seven girls are lined up for a single-stall bathroom. She hurries outside into the slightly crisp winter air to check some of the other buildings. It couldn’t be this bad everywhere… There were, in fact, queues everywhere. Sandra’s bowels were finally showing some kind of life after their long dormancy, and now there was nowhere to empty them out. The queues were mean-looking too, with several impatient-looking and even openly desperate girls for each of them. No wonder Malin hadn’t been able to find anything. After her fifth scouted toilet yields nothing, Sandra decides to just bite the bullet and queue up. The pressure downstairs was starting to get intense. She needed to get to a bathroom as fast as possible now, and not just because she might miss her window of opportunity otherwise. She gets in line, waiting a few minutes behind another girl. “Ugh.” Another cramp. More downwards movement. Sandra could actually feel something pushing towards her exit now. It felt heavy. She checks the time. The queue was moving at an absolutely glacial pace. She is now strongly considering asking the girl ahead if she could cut the line at this point. She didn’t seem too openly desperate, but there were girls further down the line who were more obvious about their needs. It felt kinda bad, Sandra might take a long time inside herself. How many would actually allow her to pass? Besides, it was embarrassing… “Um, do you think I could cut ahead of you?” A girl behind Sandra taps her shoulders. She hadn’t noticed it, but people were lining up behind her even now. “I need to use the bathroom. I’m desperate.” The girl nervously steps in place. She’s tall, with long black hair, Sandra finds her appearance a little striking in the moment. Giving up her spot seemed like a bad idea, as another ominous rumble passed through her stomach. “I, I don’t-” BFRRT! The girl behind suddenly has her ears turn pink, and her entire body tenses up at the unexpected fart. “Oh, I… E-excuse me!” Sandra catches a whiff as the fart dissipates and coughs. It had an earthy, mostly unpleasant scent that really seemed to call attention to their shared need. “Go on ahead, take my place.” Sandra lets the embarrassed but thankful girl take her spot. It wasn’t because she felt particularly altruistic or selfless in that moment, but rather she was starting to realize this queue just wouldn’t cut it for her. It was barely moving, unlike the monster hiding inside her. She needed a place of relief, fast. Staying in this queue might very well cause her to miss her exam, or straight up shit herself if things kept moving downwards like they were. She catches another whiff of bad air, and her stomach grumbles once more. She needed to take more drastic measures. Leaving the queue, she quickly pockets some paper towels from the nearby student cafeteria, then rushes off. She walks outside for a bit, and keeps going until she’s at the outskirts of the campus area. There’s a forest on a hill here, overlooking a small sports field. Sandra steels herself, then hurries into the forest. Her urge was rapidly getting worse and worse, to the point that she was keeping her buttocks covered with one hand while she looks for a well-hidden place off the beaten path. It’s getting so much worse. Sandra was panicking now, it actually felt like it was about to come out. She quickly dashes behind some trees and dry bushes, with barely enough time to check her surroundings before lowering her pants and panties in a single motion. With all of herself on full display, she quickly lowers herself into a squat while desperately hoping she’s as well-covered as she thinks she is. A big fart escapes her before she’s even fully squatted down. She bites her lip in anticipation, much more would be coming along very soon. That’s what she thought, at least. But after that initial fart, there is nothing, no movement, not even any more gas. Seriously? She tries to get comfortable in her squat and then goes for a hefty push. Still nothing. What kind of a sick joke was this? Was all that urgency from before just a stupid fart? Or had she just… missed her window? Sandra tries to push a second time, really straining. Her asshole was yawning open, which wasn’t exactly pleasant in the cold. She grunts angrily. She hadn’t come out in mother nature to be disappointed like this. The mountain of waste inside her needed to hurry on out, seriously. Before she even had the opportunity to go for a third push, though- Sandra could hear the crunch of dry leaves and twigs. Someone was heading towards her in a hurry. She doesn’t even have the time to pull up her pants before a woman runs up to join her behind the trees. “Ah!! Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn’t realize you were there! I’m so sorry!” The woman, who seemed like a jogger, quickly turned around to face the other way. From her low squat, Sandra is given quite the suggestive view of the woman’s rather round and bouncy ass, since she was wearing such tight elastic pants. Sandra yanks her panties and pants back on and stands up. “It’s all right. I’m already finished, anyway.” The woman is still facing the other way. “Okay! Again, I am so sorry-” The jogger woman’s apology is cut short, as she all of a sudden lets out a tremendous fart. The jogger woman’s track pants are tight enough that Sandra thinks she could see her asscheeks tremble. “I’m so sorry!! I’m desperate! Please, can you stand watch for me?” “I guess-” “Oh thank you thank you so much!” The jogger woman is already getting behind the bush and starting to undress. Sandra doesn’t even have time to step out of the bush before the woman is taking off her panties and starting to squat, which results in her getting another view the woman’s ass, tensed up and completely nude. Sandra quickly sidesteps to stand in front of the bush, facing away from the woman before she sees something else she’s not supposed to. Not a moment thereafter, several airy farts, accentuated by a moan of relief, and then completed by the crackling sound of a solid log sliding out of the woman’s bowels could be heard from behind the bush. After the first heavy thud, there is the trickling sound of a weak pee coupled with several more farts. “Ooooh…! I was cutting it close like you can’t believe!” Another heavy thud. “I was seriously just about to fill my pants, running must’ve activated my stomach. Oh!” Another thud. Sandra hears a trickling stream into the grass as the woman starts to pee in earnest, followed by another, softer, thud. The woman breathes out a long and happy sigh. Sandra’s stomach was as heavy as ever, and hearing this loud relief behind her made her full of envy. It seemed so easy, but when she tried herself nothing would come out. There is a final sigh of relief behind her as the jogger lady finishes her business. Then there’s a pause before she asks, bashfully “u-um, you wouldn’t happen to have some paper, would you?” Sandra brings out the paper towel she’d brought. That one had been intended for her own outdoor dump. She looks at it for a brief moment. There was no way she would have enough time to go get more paper towels, then come back and relieve herself before the exam started. Her stomach was heavy as always, but also completely still. Even if she squatted down right here again after the woman left, chances that she would be able to push anything out in time seemed dim. She hands the paper over. “Here.” “Oh, thank you so much.” There is a rustle as the woman wipes herself. “I was really at my limit, I… I’m sorry you had to see that. If I hadn’t rushed into the bushes then and there I would’ve…” “It’s alright.” Sandra would’ve traded her current state for that kind of urgency if she could. Well, she didn’t have paper anymore… Maybe she could’ve used leaves or something though. That sounded pretty terrible, but even that would still be an improvement to what she was experiencing today. Desperate to poop, but unable to push anything out with the time she had. The jogger gets up and walks off. As soon as she’s out of the bushes, Sandra can hear her get back into her run. Presumably the woman is happy to leave this encounter behind. Sandra glances back to the left-behind pile of dung, partially covered by the paper. She feels she shouldn’t be looking at it at all, but for a few seconds she finds herself transfixed. It’s an impressively sizeable pile, several thick and long logs worth of poop. It was, well, it was exactly what was inside Sandra’s bowels right now and causing her such problems. This kind of pile is exactly what she would have left behind, right there, if her little excursion had gone according to plan. She shakes her head, blushes and immediately looks away. This wasn’t right at all, she should just leave. The weight in her stomach really made her second-guess herself though, it always seemed like it would be easy or at least not impossible to empty herself until she actually tried, but… She really didn’t want to go into the test hall with these uncomfortable overstuffed bowels of hers. There was an unexpected twinge in her bladder too, maybe Malin’s emergency and hearing the woman pee just now had done work in that department. She hadn’t peed since she woke up, actually. But now she had no paper… She sighs and starts walking away. Maybe she could find a toilet to relieve her bladder before the exam, and if she got really lucky maybe something else would get knocked loose along the way. Either way, she needed to head back to the school building now if she wanted to have any time for that and not be late. Sandra Wilton Horn Never has a Chance to Poop – First Chapter End
  2. Hello again all, I am back with another auto-narrated audio story. This time, I reached out to story writer, DespMely, to ask her permission to use her story: "Times of Desperation - Dinner Trouble at the Manor". She graciously gave me permission to use her work and so I tried my best to keep it as close to the original as I could while making the narrator sound as human as I could. The original post of story can be found here: As stated above, this story was not written by me. However, some of the story was changed by me to be easier to read for the narrator. All credit for the story still goes to its original creator, DespMely. The text narrator I used came from here: https://readloud.net/english/american/32-female-voice-kendra.html As a word of warning, the first time I went to use it, the site took me elsewhere for some clickbait bs, but I went back and it worked fine after. Hope you all enjoy, and please let me know what you think. There's a good chance I'll continue using this for my own enjoyment so if others want it too I'd love to know. Cheers, James_ Times_of_Desperation_406.mp3
  3. This story (multi-part) is based on a roleplay I had over chat with “burstingboy”, who´s idea the whole scenario was. Will eventually contain pee desperation, poo desperation, peeing and wetting with minor sexual content. (this first small segment contains VERY minor poo desp) „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“ Kira said in a half-moaning and half-whining voice, knocking on the bathroom door with one hand while pressing the other onto her crotch. She blushed slightly as she bent forward slightly, pushing out her bottom as she wiggled in front of the locked toilet door. “I can´t wait any longer!” The girl behind her, Megan, added, herself standing one leg and angling the second against it, squirming on the spot. The two girls were at the front of a queue of 26 girls all waiting for a chance at the single ladies room, in various stages of discomfort and urgency. “I can´t believe how long the line for the toilet is!” Megan gasped, pushing a hand in front of her crotch as well in an exaggerated motion. Kira nodded and rolled her eyes, reaching forward to knock on the door again sharply as she saw two other girls walk by the queue quickly. “Is this the line for the ladies room? This is ridiculous!” the blonde said with an eyeroll, making a show of crossing her legs and wiggling her ass. “yeah…there is no way I can wait for it, it´d take forever to make it through…” the brunette agreed, swaying her hips and putting her legs close together knees bent slightly. Both looked away from the toilet with desperate grimaces as if in serious pain for a few moments before the blonde leaned over to the other girl and said loudly “lets find a bush we have to get back…” before they hurried off to a side. `I wish I could find a bush!´ Kira thought, still doing her badly designed pee dance in front of the toilet cursing her full bladder, looking longingly at the toilet door hoping against hope for it to open. “CUT!” a loud voice called, followed by a series of gasps and groans behind Kira. She immediately locked her knees and squirmed, closing her eyes at the relief actual pee dancing brought her, however fleeting. “This is ridiculous why do we have to actually needing the loo if they´re gonna tell us how to act anyway?” Megan complained, speed-walking on the spot. Behind her a girl was holding her stomach hunched over and looking down the line Kira couldn´t see a single girl standing still apart from 2 with legs crossed very tightly. “Its just us lucky ones at the front that get to talk…that’s why they pay us that extra buck remember?” she said to Megan. “Reset…one more people then we´ll have the scene” the director called, leading to a fresh series of groans from the queue. “Oh god here we go again” Kira muttered, stopping her dance and putting a hand over the crotch in a very obvious way totally unsuited to actually help her hold the lake of pee in her bladder. „Please hurry up i´ve been waiting soooo loooong!“
  4. WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MESSING AND PANTY POOP. DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE THIS KIND OF THING!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! So here is the largely requested poop desperation content. Some of it is less desperation and more panty poop but hope you all enjoy it. Another great source for poop desperation on tumblr is Katannauk. She posts great pictures and stories of poop desperation. https://katannauk.tumblr.com/ There is a lot of great poop content on xpee's panty poop section. http://www.xpee.com//videos/category/25/panty-poop But if you dont want to sort through all of that her are a couple good ones http://www.xpee.com/video/24528/panty-poop-desperation http://www.xpee.com/video/1460/desperate-girl-pooping-in-her-own-panties http://www.xpee.com/video/20821/desperate-wife-has-to-poop-in-pantyhose Also here is a story i stumbled upon. maybe you would enjoy it. https://www.wattpad.com/161305044-sasha's-desperation-the-rush/page/2 As i find more content i will post it. There may be content on xvideos or pornhun but im not sure. Please feel free to post more content in the comments. Thanks guys. -Audrey
  5. I have started a historical omo fic inspired by a suggestion by Ola93 set in ancient Rome. It will include pee and poop desperation (male and female), wetting but not excessive messing, and finding alternative ways of relief. There´s also be intrigue and a bit of sexual stuff, including weird fetishes...its Rome, after all;) The prologue got a little away from me, but here it is, i hope you enjoy! „Why do I need to pee now….“ Lavinia thought miserably, fighting the urge to cross her legs as she eyed the grim-looking overseer standing behind her holding a short cane that she knew would be brought down on her back or buttocks if she gave in to the impulse. She sighed and put her gaze back forward to were a small group of wealthy citizens stood by tables bearing fruit, sweetmeats and wine, looking over in her direction from time to time. Forcing a thin smile on her lips, she tried to adjust her stance to both appear energetic as the old woman in the slave quarters had instructed her, and press her tights against one another enough to avoid fidgeting, or, worse, losing control over her filling bladder. She shuddered inwardly thinking of the consequences that would undoubtedly bring – a savage beating, for starters, followed by a trip back to the slave quarters and then, at night, to the slave auction at the night harbour where the only prospect of employment for girls were a labour chain gang in a field or a cheap brothel. Neither offered anything but pain, exhaustion and a quick death and so Lavinia held her pose, smiled and prayed to the gods to keep her from that fate. Stood in a row on either side of her were several other girls, most around her own age, dressed in simple but elegant tunics shortened enough to show off their legs. She knew that she wasn´t the youngest, tallest of prettiest of the girls and it made her feel doubtful of her chances. Also, she thought sadly, most wealthy senators preferred exotic household slaves from the far corners of the empire, not simple italic girls like her. As she stood, willing her bladder to stop filling, she noticed another of the girls subtly slide one leg a little in front of the other and press them together. She even made it look graceful, Lavinia thought, but then with athletic legs like these everything probably looked sexy. She was a bit jealous of the dark-skinned girl but at least she wasn´t the only one that had overestimated her bladder capacity and followed the old woman´s advice to drink plenty of water for the auction to “keep hydrated and appear healthy”. Her own bladder was small and she frequently had to urinate, but she´d never had to hold still for so long while full. As time passed, the attending patrons looked at them less and less, focusing instead on the food and especially the wine, sparing the girls only occasional glances. Why did they insist on keeping them posing for ages when they probably picked their preference with the first, lust-filled glance, Lavinia thought bitterly. Still, to become the household slave of a wealthy roman senator or merchant was the best fate that any girl born or forced into slavery could wish for. It meant living in either a villa in Rome or on a large estate somewhere in the surrounding countryside, enough food, clean clothes, and easy work – if you didn´t count the diverse and, from rumours in the slave quarters, apparently endlessly diverse and outlandish sexual favours routinely of slave girls from their patrons, either for themselves or given as rewards to friends or followers. Still – it was better than ending in a soldier´s brothel at the fringes of the empire, neglected and used night after night into a early grave. The thoughts almost brought tears into her eyes again and she blinked, forcing the thoughts from her mind. She was here, now, and she would survive. She could deal with servicing men if asked of her and besides, if the rumours were true, very few of the favours household slave girls performed were traditional sex anyway. They were supposed to be the things that the patrons didn´t want to become known outside their household, private secrets shared with nobody and indulged in with those they owned and controlled. She smiled. If that was the price she would pay it – how bad could it really be? Nothing that a girl wouldn´t endure living in the Suburna, the slums of Rome, even should she manage to remain a free woman or even become a roman citizen. No, doing things like that for men was just what life was like until – or rather unless – you found a gentle, caring man like her father. But her mother had told her years ago, when she started coursing, that these things would be expected of a girl. She´d also told her that it gave her power. Power over the men that craved those things, and that a girl had to wield that power carefully. And, Lavinia had resolved a month ago when she was made a slave following her parents death at the hands of bandits that burned down their little farm, wield it she would. Looking at the assembled patrons, she smiled more now, not a smile of joy, but of bitterness and resolve. She would have her revenge. She could not fight, could not use force, so she would use her mind and her body. She knew that a slave girl called upon indulging their master in sexual fantasies meant that she would know a secret few, if any, others would know, giving her incredible power. But it needed to be used carefully. It was too easy to just dispose and replace a slave. No – it was not as simple as doing whatever was asked and then using blackmail. She´d need to be subtle – and devoted. She´d do whatever the secret was so well, so good, that her master would not want to get rid of her when she decided to wield the power. It would take time and resolve – but she had both, for the anger burned deep within her. She only hoped the tools she´d have to use on her road to revenge wasn´t too depraved. Her thoughts were interrupted by another urgent signal form her bladder protesting at the enforced stillness while full. She flinched slightly and slowly pressed her legs closer together, hoping nobody was looking at her just that moment as she had to take a slight step with her left foot to press it against the other. Ahh – what a slight movement could help with the need to pee! She blushed slightly and smiled, a genuine smile this time, and looked ahead again – and froze. From the back row, a middle-aged man dressed in a simple white, blue rimmed stola was staring straight at her, smiling. Lavinia felt her cheeks burn more brightly and forced herself not to look back directly at him, knowing that a single comment from any of the patrons could get a girl sent away instantly. Breathing deeply, she risked another glance at the man and found him still looking at her. Something in his expression was strangely calming, she thought. He wasn´t leering like most of the men had been when the girls started to pose, but seemed to be studying her. Emboldened, she dared to flash him a smile. That had been another piece of advice the old woman had given them. If you see a patron interested in you, do your best to charm him. She´d given other advice, good advice, born of a lifetime as a slave. Few slave women ever reached her age and Lavinia had marvelled at the serenity of the woman, considering what she must have endured. “Life is too precious to waste wanting and longing”, she had said and smiled. “You make your own way any way you can, and find a way to be happy. If you´re happy, it matters little if you´re a slave, and if you´re unhappy, all the money in the world will not help you.” Tall words, but Lavinia thought they made sense – as had all the other advice. Well, almost all, she thought, feeling her bladder protest at the amount of water still flowing through her. THAT advice might be her doom. “Honoured patrons, I trust that you have had ample time to survey the goods!” The owner of Rome´s most exclusive slave auction house smiled grandly as he entered, gaudily dressed in a multi-coloured stola and tunic. “You will now be able to make any requests you may before we settle the auction.” Lavinia sighed again, hoping the requests wouldn´t prove too much for her poor bladder. The first request was almost a given – that the girls bare their chests to let the patrons ogle their breasts. Lavinia glanced left and right, envious of the much larger breasts all the other girls had, and felt her fortunes sink again. The second request almost made Lavinia giggle, for a overweight senator wanted to look at the girls feet in detail. No harm there – feet were a common enough fetish and something that no girl would mind, she was sure. She hoped she was bought by him, but by the way he stared at the legs of the petite Hispanic girl next to her she thought that was overly optimistic. The old woman had told the girls that the requests would be tame, as none of the patrons would dare to expose their fetishes to the others, since they were, by default, rivals who would use such information mercilessly. And she proved to be right – again – as they went through a series of easy and only vaguely sexual insinuations – licking honey off a stick was her favourite. Only once did Lavinia hesitate slightly, when they were requested to touch each other´s breasts. As she turned to the Hispanic girl who, even though she was almost a hand shorter than she, had almost double her breast size, she knew she was expected to enjoy it. Taking a breath and returning the other girl´s smile, she slowly cupped one of her breasts and ran her thumb around the big dark nipple, marvelling at her soft touch, then flinching as she felt the girls hand run over her own nipple. She felt a flutter of excitement and thought how strange that was, and then It was over. She´d almost wished it would be longer, since it had allowed her to cross her legs while turning. Behind the Hispanic girl she could also see the dark-skinned girl with crossed legs as well, her hips moving in obvious desperation. She must have an even smaller bladder than me, Lavinia mused as she turned back into her pose with considerable difficulty. “Are there any more requests?” The owner asked, still smiling. After a few moments, the patron that had caught Lavinia´s throat cleared his throat. “I would like them to stand with their legs spread for a little while” he said with the same serene smile, eyes on the dark-skinned girl. “Damn”, Lavinia thought, she´d hoped her brief moment of eye contact had won her points, before registering what he´d said. “Oh no…” she thought bleakly as she spread her legs with a sharp intake of breath. As she held the position, she had to fight with all her strength not to pee right then and there. “Oh gods let it be over soon…” she could hardly believe her misfortune. How on earth was this turning anybody on? She didn´t know and couldn´t think of anything beside her desperate desire to pee. The girls next to her seemed fine, they either had bigger bladders or not drunk as much, but leaning forward ever so slightly Lavinia could just see the dark-skinned girl visibly shake. “She´s not gonna hold it…” she thought and turned her eyes front where everyone was staring at the struggling girl now who gave a silent whimper followed by a long, guttural moan as there was a loud hissing sound followed by her pent-up pee hitting the floor. “Oh gods this is torture” Lavinia moaned inwardly, listening to the girl sob as she peed down her legs while being forcefully grabbed by the overseer and hauled back off the stage. Lavinia closed her eyes and clenched every muscle she could as she felt a few drops leak out of her pussy. “This is it..its over” she though, ready to give up, when the owner said “Alright we will start the auction now. Please put your bids in the respective bowls by the girls feet.” Lavinia gasped as she quickly closed her legs, first crossing them HARD for a few moments before managing to put them apart with one slightly in front of the other, pressing together. As she opened her eyes again she saw the patron watching her again and she thought she saw him nod at her gently as she struggled to keep control after her ordeal. Bowls were put at the feet of each girl and the patrons started putting in small chits with numbers scratched on them, indicating their bid. She received only a few chits, including the overweight patron and she hoped that she´d go to that one. But when the other patron came down to place a chit in only her bowl and smiled up at her, she involuntarily smiled back. The bidding was mercifully short and one by one the owner went through each of the bowls, announcing the winning bidders. Lavinia barely followed this as she was struggling to keep from leaking too badly, unable to keep small leaks from escaping. Thankfully in pressing her legs together she´d trapped on of the inner folds of her tunic between them and it was soaking up the leaks. Finally the owner reached her bowl and went through the pitiful 4 chits, grimacing at the low bids until he looked at the last one. Turning towards the attentive patron, he asked “Are you sure this is no mistake? This price is outrageous even for me exclusive establishment…” At the simple nod and smile from the patron he shrugged and indicated him as the winner. “Outrageous price?” Lavinia thought. “For me?” She couldn´t fathom what she had done to deserve a high bid, especially not when compared to the other girls. “Come” the patron simply said, indicating for her to follow. Lavinia gladly obeys, glad at being able to move and rub her thighs together. But how was she going to relieve herself? She thought with a sinking feeling as she felt another leak escape her tired bladder. If she didn´t get to a latrine soon she´d embarrass herself and surely upset her new master. She followed him out of the villa, taking smaller and smaller steps as she struggled to keep up. Her face was red with exertion and she felt increasingly larger leaks as she forced herself to walk behind the man, until finally she was sure she would wet herself, when he suddenly stopped, turned and looked at her for a moment before pointing at a wooden door. “Relieve yourself and you can begin your duties” he said simply. “Thank…Thank you master” Lavinia managed, hobbling over and opening the door to what turned out to be the slaves latrines. 2 of the seats were occupied, one by a male servant watching her with an amused smile as Lavinia hiked up her tunic and collapsed on the seat next to where the old woman was peeing. “Oh gods” Lavinia gasped and then stifled a moan of pure relief as her pent-up pee shot out of her aching pussy and down the hole under her. She peed quickly, her small bladder soon empty, and remained seated for a moment. “I bet that felt good” the old woman said, smiling at her. “Remember what I told you, and be happy, child.” Lavinia smiled as she stood up, careful to adjust her tunic so the wet fold was safely hidden from view. At the door, she turned back to the woman “Thank you”. She said and exited to find the man smiling at her. “Fell better?” he asked? And returned her smile, walking out of the building with Lavinia following.
  6. Hello all! After an incredibly long time and thanks to a suggestion by Keita123, a new "Times of Desperation Story". It will be in a few parts, and include poop desperation as well as pee, but no excessive messing. Here´s the prologue: Kasheen smiled to herself as she finished spiking the last pitcher of wine and threw away the final via she had brought to this time. After much too long, she´d undertaken another time journey and resolved that this time, i´d be just as good as the last. Looking at the 5 large pitchers, she switched them around a bit, giggling to herself. “I wonder which one i´ll get” she thought as she quickly left before any servants arrived to take them to the dining hall. She had taken 4 vials of a heavy diuretic she had developed that she called “QuickPee”, and also a single one of the “BowDown”, a laxative. She wanted to see both kinds of desperation today, and to make it fair she herself would have wine from one of the pitchers, not knowing which. She was dressed in plain trousers with a revealing top, the prevailing servant´s clothing at the hall of Sir Walter Burough of Yppswich. Making her way through the corridors, she observed again her chosen location – a newly built, expansive estate in the English countryside, full of art, books, and people. Sir Walter and his wife, the Lady Claire, styled themselves patrons of the Renaissance and promoted every bit of art and new thinking they could find, which was why Kasheen had picked them after long, thorough investigation. Aside from the allure of the age as such, the reason was simple: It offered just the right combination of backwardness and new thinking. A class society where the edges were starting to fade more and more was still promoting strict discipline when it came to bodily functions. The technology of toilets had – barely – not caught up here yet as the new bathroom and toilet facilities were a few weeks from completion and as of yet, unusable. It had taken her a long time to find out just the right date for this, Kasheen thought, giggling excitedly as she passed a flimsy door. Stopping and pushing it open, she looked at the old-style privy that had been built as a stand in until the people of Yppswich could be served adequately by the new bathrooms. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she thought of what was about to happen. She´d never used it before, since servants went to the woods, but knew she would tonight as there would be a violent thunderstorm just on time. Continuing onward, she passed one of the other young serving girls, also in the same clothing. That had been another reason…she wanted to experience people needing to poop today, and that was much hotter in pants – or so she thought. She had never actually seen anybody desperate for that other than herself….yet. Soon, soon she thought, smiling and almost skipping as she entered the dining room to help lay out the table for the guests. The table was laid out for 8, and there would be another 4 servants attending beside herself. One of them had earlier told her that usually they could easily snatch enough food and wine when changing cups and plates, so she was sure most of the people would have some of the spiked wine. She had arrived 3 days earlier, taking the place of another girl that had been hired. She felt a little bad about her – currently locked up in a nearby inn where the owner would make sure she did not escape until tomorrow – but brushed the thoughts away. The girl was fine, ate and slept well and she´d given her money - she was going to be fine. As she put out plates and cutlery, Kasheen smiled at the other 2 girls helping. They were both around 20, nice girls who had welcomed her. She felt bad for them, too…but she´d known about this when she embarked on the journey. And the drugs had no side-effects – she´d tested them herself often enough to find out the right dosages. She smiled at the memory of the tries, including one time with BowDown that had sent her sprinting to the toilet clutching her rear within moments, and one early try with QuickPee that had seen her pee stream down her legs before she´d finished draining the glass. But now they were perfected and would induce copious desperation without making it impossible to hold – they made you desperate and kept you desperate for a time until you got relief or to a point where the added effect of liquid and food consumed made you unable to cope. Soon they finished the table and stood aside as Lady Claire came to check everything. She was a nice lady, in contrast to most of her peers, and smiled at the girls before retiring to change into formal clothes. As they left, Kasheen looked at the pitchers again with a smile. There was no way for her to know which contained BowDown, and that added to her excitement. As they walked by the privy again, she heard Sir Walter urinate heavily. “Not gonna help you much…” she giggled to herself and caught a glimpse of the man´s spurting penis through the wide cracks in the door. “Yes,” she thought, “it was going to be worth it. All the months of preparation, poring over countless historical manuscripts….it was going to be worth it.”
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