The next morning, she was awakened a seven by the arrival of a breakfast tray.
She ate, and again tried to wash herself a bit. A policeman asked if she
wanted to go out in the yard for a bit of exercise; she said yes. He led her,
attired in just her panties and bra, through the police station and to a small
fenced in yard outside a door. She was ushered outside, and the door locked
behind her. Soon she found that she was the object of interest of a number of
people, including neighborhood children, who had gathered to look at this woman
walk around the yard in her brief underwear. But there was no escape, and
Nancy was resigned to being on view. At least it was not as bad as being
chained naked. After an hour, she the door opened and she was returned to her
room.

Shortly before eleven, Clarence came to her door and unlocked it. "Time to go
and get ready for the day's activities. You can leave your pants and bra in
here, until we come back. And if you haven't used the toilet in the last few
minutes, I suggest you do before we go."

Nancy had now had her modesty violated so often it no longer shocked her.
While Clarence stood and watched, she removed her two garments and left them on
the table, then sat on the toilet and relieved her bladder for what she
expected would be last time for many hours. As she flushed, she announced,
"I'm ready" .

Clarence escorted her, naked, down the hall to the room where she had been
prepared before. On the table was the large pitcher of water and a glass.
"Mrs. Johnson, you understand what we have to do with you today. We have
almost two hours before you go on exhibit, and I need to get as much water into
you as you can hold, before then. I want you to start drinking, and I have to
watch you, to be able to certify that you have been properly prepared for the
punishment. We gave you a bit over two quarts yesterday, and you urinated just
less than a quart at the end. I need to get three quarts into you today, and I
hope that by the time we stand you up on the exhibit your bladder will already
have a quart in it. I can tell, because that should cause the hardness to
extend nearly to your navel, and your abdomen should be bulging slightly. You
should be experiencing considerable pain, but your bladder will continue to
fill. I doubt you can hold it for another hour, but I have !
to put you to that test."

Nancy began drinking, realizing that she was being required to bring on her own
torture. She dreaded what the afternoon would bring; and knew she was going to
experiencing severe pain all afternoon because of what she was doing now. But
there was no way out - no way would she accept being chained naked for several
more days on that dock!

She consumed the entire pitcher, two quarts, while Clarence observed her. He
then took the pitcher and brought it back full (two more quarts). "You told me
three quarts - not four!" Nancy exclaimed. "and my stomach is so full now, I
can hardly hold any more. Can you give me a few minutes and then let me try to
take some more?" Clarence answered, "Take your time. I need for you to get
another quart inside you before we go. We have about forty minutes before we
have to go. I suggest you stand up and walk a bit to help the water settle."
"May I go outside for a bit?" "No. I am not allowed to leave you unguarded, to
insure that you do not throw up, urinate, or otherwise relieve yourself. "

Nancy stood and tried to walk around the room. Her stomach was full of water,
and she could even feel it rolling around inside her. Her stomach felt, and
looked, bloated. She ran her hands over her midsection, feeling the distention
and the liquid inside her. After a few minutes, she took another glass of
water and began to slowly drink it while she remained standing. She had now
been drinking for about an hour, and already she was feeling a slight desire to
urinate; something she knew she would not be allowed to do.

Another policemen called to Clarence that the other prisoner was ready and
loaded into the van. He motioned to Nancy to finish the last glass, leaving the
pitcher half full. He figured that made the three quarts.

The ride to the exhibition dock was increasingly unpleasant for Nancy. The
same young woman who had been exhibited with her yesterday was again in the
van. She had lost control the previous day and wound up spending four
additional hours on exhibit, plus an extra day today. Today she was miserable,
and in tears. She had been given only two quarts against the three quarts
Nancy received, but she anticipated another loss of control and more extended
time chained up. Nancy began to doubt if she could hold herself long enough to
avoid an involuntary loss of water. It was now a few minutes before one, and
she wouldn't be allowed to urinate for over an hour, and then only half a pint
- a sixth of what she had drunk! Her stomach was most uncomfortable with the
water distending it, and she could feel it shifting within her whenever the van
turned a corner. A bit farther down, her bladder was sending stronger signals
asking for relief. Clarence had told her that her discomfort was being
intentionally increased, and it was indeed.

At the Exhibition site, the two nude women were again taken up to the platform.
While the girl was being secured, Clarence produced a new surprise for Nancy.
He called the attendant forward, and instructed him to bring one more "large"
glass of water for Nancy, "just to make sure we get the required results".
Nancy was astounded, but Clarence explained, "if you can't drink it right now,
he will give it to you gradually as the water works its way out of your
stomach. But you are to drink it."

Nancy was secured in place. This time, her legs were spread a bit farther
apart, about two feet, as Clarence explained, "to increase your discomfort, and
make it just a bit harder for you to hold your water. We have to make up for
yesterday. A few minutes after being chained in place, Nancy finished the
water glass. Almost at the same time, Clarence felt her abdomen. "It's
swelling up nicely, today. Does it feel full yet, to you?" Nancy nodded, her
mouth full of water. "Good. It will of course get much fuller as we force it
to expand, but this is a good start. We will soon see if you can hold it
another hour". He left.

The crowd was admitted. As usual, the younger woman got most of the attention.
However, somewhat to Nancy's surprise, Ralph was there at the opening, and came
right up to her. After asking about her condition last night, he asked her
directly, "Tell me, what did they do to you this morning. I hate to see you
like this." "Ralph", she answered, "I don't know if I can make it though today
the way I wanted. Right now I'm just uncomfortable, and there's no real pain;
but it's going to get much worse, and I don't know if I can take it, but I've
got to try. I was told that I didn't have enough pain yesterday to qualify for
their standards of corporal punishment, so today they've done things to make it
worse."

"I can see that your legs are spread farther apart- other than that, you look
about like yesterday. You did get some rest?"

"I'm rested, all right. Slept like the dead. But this morning they prepared
me for what will be real torture as the day goes on. My legs are a little more
uncomfortable, but not too bad. That's not really the reason they spread them;
I really think that some of the men complained they didn't have a good view of
my bottom, because I have too much hair, and spreading my legs gives them a
better view. But it also will make my bladder control harder later."

"It's got to be torture enough just to be exposed like this. You didn't even
want to wear bathing suits off the beach!"

"And look at me now! That's a joke, man- all these guys are looking at me.
And there's no part of me they can't see. Some of them go around the back and
look at my butt- we're on display on all sides; these people get full frontal
views, profiles, behinds - whatever they want to look at. And they like to see
us shift and squirm. The part I hate most about the exposure is my topside;
you know I never went braless. Now my breasts droop and swing with every
motion I make. You know what it feels like when your breasts swing loose? No
- of course you don't. It may be nice for some young girl, but when you get to
my age, it just feels sloppy, and unpleasant. "

"You really sound in better spirits. You say you have no real pain yet, but
you are uncomfortable? What's your worst problem right now?"

"I need to urinate!"

"Yesterday they let you, after a while. I guess they make you wait a lot, like
they did yesterday, and having to hold it is part of the torture. You told me
yesterday they made you drink a lot of water before you came out here- "

"Ralph, yesterday they made me drink two quarts at the station, and two big
glasses every hour out here. Today, I had to drink over three quarts there and
a little more here. I haven't urinated for about two hours, and I've now got
almost a gallon of water in me. And when I am allowed to pee, it's only half a
pint every hour. Ralph, how much do you think a woman's bladder can hold? How
much could yours hold? "

"Yesterday, I saw you when they let you empty yourself just before you left -
you filled a big pitcher. I don't know what I could hold, and I really don't
want to find out!"

"I have to find out - and I will today. And it's going to hurt a lot. They've
set me up so that later on I'm going to have endure awful pain in my bladder;
and even then I don't see how I'm going to be able to hold it enough to avoid
getting my time lengthened. Every time I have a leak, or pee more than I'm
allowed, I get an added two hours of being the star attraction in this naked
show, with cramps and sore muscles from the chains in addition. If they think
I've completely relieved myself, they'll add extra days. Do you know how much
it can hurt when you have this overwhelming desire to urinate, but you have to
just hold it and make your bladder stretch? And do you know how it feels when
you finally get a chance at relief, and when you've peed out a little, you get
ordered to stop and go back to holding it? This is what I have to go through.
Yesterday, I had almost a quart in me when I nearly filled that pitcher, but
they thought it wasn't enough. Today they want !
to make me hold that much almost all of the time I'm up here. I can't even
put my legs together, or use my hands. Even right now, my bladder feels
awfully full, and it's starting to really hurt- but I've got to wait another
half hour before I get even a little relief."


Nancy was obviously getting worse by the minute. She tried to distract her
feelings by watching the crowd around the platform. While mostly male, there
were a few women. Two middle aged women came close to Nancy and looked closely
at her breasts, while from the gestures and bits of conversation she heard, the
women were comparing their own anatomy to hers. A few tried to talk to the
women. Several times Nancy was asked her bra size, usually she ignored the
remarks, but the last time she sarcastically replied, "I don't wear one".
Men, many of them aware of the torture methods being used on the women,
occasionally asked her if she needed to pee. When they were polite, she
sometimes nodded.

Five minutes to one. Nancy felt like she was hiding a watermelon in her
bladder- it felt stretched almost beyond belief. She longed to pull her legs
together, and strained against the shackles. She called on all her abdominal
muscles to help her sphincters restrain themselves. She fidgeted constantly,
moving to try to find some position that offered comfort.

Clarence approached her. "How do you feel?" he inquired. "Miserable" was the
reply, "it hurts so bad - but its what you wanted! I don't know if I can hold
it. I guess you really want me to let go and have to spend an extra day here,
don't you?" "No, Mrs. Johnson, I really have no wish to prolong your
punishment. I really do hope you can get it over in the three days. I'm
hoping you really can hold yourself and avoid the extra time, but I have to
make sure that is very painful for you - that is what corporal punishment is
all about. Now, I'm sorry for your sake, but I need to feel your bladder to
see whether it's distended enough. If it isn't, I can of course cancel your
limited relief and just give you the water instead." He reached down and firmly
pressed on her body just below her navel, then palpated the entire area down to
her line of pubic hair. She winced and squirmed under his touch.

"Mrs. Johnson, I can feel your bladder almost up to your navel, and it's
starting to bulge out just a bit. In this job, I have had to check a number of
women with badly distended bladders, and I would guess that you're holding
close to a quart. Considering the amount of water we gave you, I think it's
fair to allow you your half-pint relief. Your bladder will probably fill by
that much in the next ten minutes, anyway, and it's got a lot more stretching
to do if you're going to get through this without any unauthorized leak. We're
going to try and keep over a quart in you down there, but you're going to do a
lot more filling unless you really start sweating it off. I've never found a
woman who could stretch her bladder to two quarts, and you may have to come
close to that to avoid any penalty time. But I give you credit - you're one
determined lady, and you have good muscle tone for your age."

Nancy took the two glasses of water as quickly as she could swallow their
contents, not that she was thirsty or needed the water, but she desperately
needed even the limited relief to her urinary system that would follow. A
minute or two after she finished the water, the attendant came and carried a
half pint container, which he started to hold under her. A man in the crowd
called to him, "do the other one first! We all want to see the girl pee! Make
this one wait a little longer!" Obviously, the man was known to the attendant,
for he nodded and left Nancy. He attended to the young woman, giving her water
and allowing her the use of the urine container while Nancy waited in something
approaching agony. To be that close to relief, and to have it snatched away,
even for a few minutes, was adding to the torture.

When he got back to nancy, he stopped for a moment and spoke to the man in the
crowd in a low voice, though Nancy could just overhear it. "Want me to tease
her a little? Watch this!" the attendant said.

He placed the container under Nancy, then said "OK, start it up. You look like
you've got plenty of pee in you!" Nancy released her bladder, and after just a
few drops, the attendant told her "Look, lady, you're so full it comes out too
fast. You can't exceed the half pint, and I have to catch it all. So just let
out a little at a time, then stop it; if you do it in spurts I'll tell you
when you're at the full mark." Nancy tried to comply, but each time she had
to stop her flow, the pain surged within her. Somehow she managed to get
through it, and released her half pint in a series of short spurts. In her
mind, she was cursing the experience, conscious that she was being subjected
to repeated efforts to cause her more torment.

Clarence was right. Twenty minutes after being allowed her relief, the pain
was worse than ever. She was also more tired. Her arms ached from their
extended positions, partly because she sometimes shifted her weight to them to
ease the strain on her legs, uncomfortably spread. It was hotter than ever,
and the sweat poured down her body (a blessing, she thought; if she could just
get rid of enough water this way). She could feel the sweat running down
between her hips and over her breasts. Her feet were tired because in the
more spread position, she was less able to shift her weight and move them.

Ralph, watching in crowd, suddenly was distracted by the arrival of a uniformed
officer, carrying a camera. He motioned for the crowd to allow him space close
to the platform, and from close in he proceeded to begin taking pictures.
Ralph was horrified at the thought of his wife finding her picture in some
newspaper, showing her in her present state. He looked to the guard standing
nearby. "I thought photography was prohibited here? What's he doing?" The
guard responded quietly, "He's the official police photographer. He has to
make pictures of each convict, both front and back and from the side. The
pictures are not made public, but are kept in the police files to show how the
convict appeared. We try to get them at their worst. The pictures are used
only if there is a complaint or official investigation later. No one else can
get them, not even the convicts themselves. If anyone else shows up with a
camera it is confiscated and the film destroyed. We do not all!
ow this place to be used to make illicit photographs."

The photographer stood in front of Nancy, after photographing Veronica. He
took several photos of her, full front, squirming and all; then also
photographed her in profile, and then her backside. She saw him, worried as
was Ralph, over who might see them.

But her worst torment continued to be her bladder. What genius, she thought,
conceived of this torture as an alternative to flogging for 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?" "Ralph,
it's awful -awful. My muscles are about to give out, and Ralph, I don't want
to leak; I don't want to - but this - this is real torture. Someone said I'm
bulging out because - because - Ralph, go around to my side and tell me if
I'm really sticking out where my bladder is - they said it's sticking out
farther than my hair- please look! I must look all distorted!"

Ralph moved to view his wife in profile. It was really hard to see her pelvic
area clearly in profile, because she was squirming so much. "Nancy - you've
got a bulge all right, you look all swollen up from your hairline up to your
navel. Nancy - I hope you don't damage yourself trying to last through this.
Maybe it would be better for you to accept some more time..."

Nancy almost screamed "No - No - I've got to hold..." But she was writhing in
agony. As her body squirmed and turned, her dangling breasts bounced around
rapidly, putting on quite a show for the watchers. She was trying to jump up
and down in her torment, and this made her breasts move even more wildly.

Three o'clock. Clarence came around for his regular check. He palpated the
other woman first, then motioned to the attendant to bring her water and relief
container. Then he came to Nancy. He looked at her, squirming and writhing in
obviously agony, with her abdominal area now bulging noticeably, pain written
all over her face. But she hadn't peed a drop. He used both hands to feel
her swollen abdomen, careful to feel down to the hairline but not below. He
spoke to her, "Mrs. Johnson, I can't completely check you unless I feel in the
area of your pubic hair, because you have expanded so much. I won't touch your
private parts, but I do need to feel a bit lower - please try to hold still."
He slid his hand briefly across the upper part of her pubic hair.
"Mrs. Johnson, you're doing fine. I wouldn't have expected you to have either
the muscle control or the pain tolerance to hold your bladder this full - and
it is extremely full. I would guess that you are probably holding well over a
quart, which will meet our requirements. I don't think I have ever encountered
a woman your age with this amount of bladder control. Of course you are
entitled to your half pint of relief, once you drink your two glasses. If you
can make it another hour, and when we empty you get get over a quart, we won't
have to increase your water dosage for tomorrow." He motioned to the attendant,
and audibly instructed him, "Don't tease her this time. Let her do it all at
once. " Nancy was grateful. She sucked on the straws and got the water
inside her as quickly as possible, even though she could not hold herself still
in the process. Two or three times she had to let go of the straw to move and
groan. Finally, he held the container under her
and told her to "let some out". She complied, but for just a few seconds.
At his command she forced her sphincters to stop the flow, and he held up for
her inspection the half-pint container, full of almost clear pee. Nancy was
surprised at the color, and remarked, painfully, "that came from me?" "Sure
did" Clarence commented, "you produce some of the clearest stuff we've seen.
That extra quart did it - the extra dilution, you know."

One hour to go! The half pint relief she could hardly detect, and her muscles
were giving out. All the writhing and squirming was creating aches and
irritations. She saw Ralph and called to him. "Ralph - look at me from the
side - am I still as swollen? Gee, it hurts so bad, and I'm running out of
muscle power." She was breathing hard and becoming exhausted. "Please, Ralph,
look me over and tell me how I look. I don't know if I can take it another
hour, but I've just got to try - if I can, then I've just got one more day of
this torture. If I blow it, I may be here for days, because I don't think I
could do any better tomorrow..." Ralph looked at his wife closely. "Nancy, I
think you might be leaking a little... no, no, it's just that you weren't wiped
off after you let out your last allowance, it's drying up --- but your hair is
getting soaked with your sweat. You still have a sizable bulge - you look a
mess! ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that.... you'!
re sweating a lot, which is good, -- I've got to see behind you - sorry, I
can't get close to you; Nancy, you're putting on quite a show - there are
dozens of people watching you from all sides."

"How's the other one doing?" Nancy managed. "She's pretty good- not near as
bad as you are. But they didn't give her as much water. She's hurting, but
gosh, she's not performing like you.." Nancy vaguely realized she was making
a show - not that she cared, all that she really wanted was to somehow tolerate
the intense pain in her abdomen for what was now about forty minutes. If she
could just do it! The writhing, twisting, grimacing, probably didn't relieve
the pain, but the crowd had not seen another woman go through this agony
without relieving herself. Actually, Ralph realized, the crowd was partly
sympathetic. They were really cheering for her, hoping she could last.
Others, obviously, were just enjoying the view of a naked woman in torment.

Twenty minutes to go. Nancy said, to no one in particular, "I'm not going to
make, I'm, I'm starting to leak! Oh, if only I could put my legs together,
maybe I could hold it, Oh, Oh, anything, but...I... when you're this close..."
Nancy didn't know who was listening, and she was in such pain that her words
were becoming incoherent. Someone in the crowd called out, "Give her a
chance!!" Another called "keep the show going" . The crowd took up the call.

Clarence appeared, motioned for quiet and call the guard forward. Quiet
reigned. He went up to Nancy, now a study in writhing motion. He spoke to
her, "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 its
limits.. She reflected that a new quart of water was being pushed into her
body by her stomach, which her kidneys would then quickly pump into her
bladder, furthering her distress. If only there was some way to slow down the
process!

She tried to concentrate on the feeling in her stomach, hoping the bloating
would continue as this would mean the water was still there. But this was not
to be. It was now a bit past four in the afternoon, and she had had no food
since early morning. Her stomach and digestive tract had been given a gallon
and a half of water since she last ate, and it passed quickly through her, and
she hadn't been allowed to completely empty her tortured bladder since
midmorning. For hours now, it had been painfully full. She felt her it
protesting every bit of the expansion being demanded of it, yet she strained to
keep her tired sphincters closed. Her abdominal muscles were also numb, from
being held so tight so long.

Nancy was so absorbed in her own distress that she scarcely noticed when her
companion was given her final relief. The crowd watched as the measuring
container was placed below her, and she was allowed at long last to urinate.
It took a long time, and Ralph, was in the crowd near her, noticed several men
turning away with disappointed looks as the contents rose in the jug. Then he
realized- some of those in the crowd were betting on how much she was holding!

Ralph viewed Nancy from a short distance. Now she appeared as a woman in real
agony, as bad or worse than yesterday. Her squirming was causing her to strain
at the shackles, and her spread legs showed intense muscle strain. The sweat
poured from her, though the temperature had fallen a bit in the late afternoon.
She called to him, seeing him near her. "Ralph, come..... I need you to look
me over.... I feel like I'm leaking... Oh, please I don't want to leak at this
point. The way my legs are spread I just can't hold myself tight enough...tell
me if I'm leaking! I've got to hold it."

Ralph peered at his wife's wide open crotch, damp with sweat, as was the rest
of her body. She was quivering, her muscles tensed and cramped. He looked at
her from the side, noting the big bulge in her abdominal region. He wondered
at how she could mange to hold herself so tight; but it didn't appear she was
leaking a drop. "You're not leaking, Nancy," he called back, "but you sure are
bulging. You're going to burst something if you hold any more!"

The clock moved on. At long last, after what seemed an eternity, the end of
her final hour approached. Clarence came toward her, followed by the attendant
with the jug. The crowd pressed forward, one man obviously holding the bets
and looking to see what results she would produce. "OK, Mrs. Johnson, it's
day's end. You made it. You can empty it all out now; and we'll see how you
did."

The jug was held under her. Nancy tried to release her sphincters. Not a drop
fell. Seconds went by, a minute; the crowd was silent. Clarence just looked
at Nancy. "Don't you want to empty yourself?" he asked. "I..I..I.. can't.
My muscles are cramped, and I've been holding them so tight they won't let go.
What do I do now? Oh, but it hurts so bad!" Ralph looked at his wife,
unable to relieve herself, though she was at the end of the day's ordeal. He
called to her, "Nancy, try to relax, try to let go! Now, you have to!"

The man with the bets looked impatient, and gave a shrug to the crowd. Two,
three, four minutes went by. Finally, a few drops of fluid appeared at her
splayed crotch. It stopped. Two more minutes; a few more drops. Then, a
slight stream. The crowd cheered, as much from their own relief at the end of
their patience, as for Nancy. The stream grew, and became stronger. Ralph
noted it was almost colorless, but it was becoming more forceful.

Nancy called to Ralph, "Is it coming? I feel like I'm letting out a little,
but, gee, it hurts so bad, and my muscles are so tired, I can't push..." Ralph
tried to encourage her, "You're doing great, it's coming out strong now..."
He could hardly understand her feeling, with her bladder so overdistended and
stretched that it was now having trouble expelling its contents.

Seemingly minutes went by. Suddenly the attendant called "Stop! Stop! It's
full - I have to get another!" Nancy, in shock, tried to shut off the stream,
but could only weaken it. In seconds he held a second container under her.
The bettors were looking in amazement. Finally, the stream slacked, and ended.
The attendant started to take away the container, but Nancy protested, "No -
I'm not through - there's more!" . Her senses proved correct, as the stream
began again, continued another twenty seconds or so, and finally stopped. The
bystanders were amazed, and some applauded, some cheered. Nancy reflected
that she had never thought a woman's urination could be a spectator sport, but
then she took several deep breaths, and tried to relax.

As her shackles were released, she asked Clarence, "Did I have enough?"
Clarence smiled at her. "You had enough. Want to know how much?" Nancy could
only nod. "Forty-one ounces. No wonder you had such a bulge. I didn't think
you could hold that much. " Nancy's bladder still ached intently, though the
bulge was gone. She almost collapsed as she was led to the van, then slid into
a seat, not speaking, not even conveying a farewell to Ralph.

At the station, she staggered to her room and fell onto her cot as the door was
locked behind her. She stopped not even to put on her meager underwear.
Almost immediately she feel into a deep sleep, every muscle in her body
exhausted.

Hours later, as she lay there, her consciousness was stimulated by a signal now
all too familiar to her - her bladder was demanding relief. She tried to delay
even opening her eyes, in her now relaxed state, but she soon decided she could
not ignore the message. She opened her eyes. The room was dark. Outside her
one barred window with it was black. Only the dim light coming through her
barred door from light down the hall illuminated the room. Suddenly she looked
at the door. She really had no privacy; anyone in the hall could look in at
her through the barred door. She had been allowed her underwear, but it lay on
the table because she had collapsed on the cot as she came in. Now she awoke
on her back, aware that she had been sleeping completely uncovered, and that
anyone peering through the door had a good view of her. But her modesty was so
severely damaged by now, she thought, what more would it matter? She rose up,
not knowing how long she had slept. On the !
table was a glass of something like lemonade and a sandwich. Not her usual
meal, but obviously she had slept through dinner. The policeman who usually
brought her food, had obviously taken mercy on her and left her a snack for
when she awoke. Or, perhaps, she thought, reflecting that he must have come
into the room while she lay naked on the cot, this was a tip for a good show!

She used the toilet to relieve her bladder, very full from the continuing
effort of her kidneys to recondition her body from its water-logged state
resulting from yesterday's hydration. Yesterday? She thought- how late is
it? She had no way to know. She was hungry, having eaten nothing since
breakfast the previous morning. She consumed the sandwich and drink, then
flopped again on the cot. This time, however, she slipped on the panties and
bra first. Still tired, still aching, dirty and smelly she knew, but fed and
relieved, and a least covered for a little modesty, she fell again into a deep
sleep on the cot.