Ms. Despy vs Ms. Burstina in The Audit Part - 2

With Ms. Burstina in the room, the atmosphere became tensed. Despy was losing the battle she thought. A moan escaped her mouth.


"KEEP QUIET. SIT STILL" Burstina snarled at her. Her posture was stiff and she sat with her legs uncrossed but kept them close together. Her breathing was heavy and Despy could clearly see her sweating under the tight leather.

Busrtina soon started her audit and made Despy's condition miserable. She made her fetch files, calculate stuff, open the school records, demonstrate how they teach in class. All the time Despy was standing and moving here and there. The school staff was generous enough to send them tea over and over again. Despite Despy teary please Busrtina made her drink tea.

Hours after hours passed but the queue of questions Burstina had for Despy didn't seem to end. Despy bravely tackled them all and provided everything she needed. But Burstina was never satisfied. She felt there's something fishy.

The sun was about to set, and Despy knew that by that time the janitor would lock all the doors of the toilet throughout the school. Despy only had little time to lock.

"Ma'am, I . . .I . .do you mind if I take a quick trip to the restroom?"

Busrtina looked at her as if she had killed someone.

"Before I came to the school I requested the management to provide me a focal who would not need to use the toilets at all. They said you never need to go to the toilet. I can clearly see that they lied to me"

"Oh no. I  . . .Didn't mean that. " Despy tried to cover up the damage.

"Do you have to pee young lady?" Burstina asked with a shrill voice.

"No. . Not at all Ma'am. I don't need to pee. Was feeling a bit tired, hence I asked" She lied through her teeth. Her overworked protested at that but she silently suffered under her own breath.

"Even if you DO need to go, I own't let  you. All this work is way more important than me or you relieving our aching bladders!" Yelled Burstina. She didn't even realize what she had just said. That's when Despy observed her even closely and found that indeed she was bursting as well. The belt on her dress sat tightly over her lower abdomen and clearly gave no room to her bladder to expand.

"Ma'am, do you have to use the toilet too?" Despy squeaked.

"Of course, I do - since the morning! But I have got no time for this." Despy could feel the pain in her voice.

It had been 36 hours Despy had been holding. She was close to her limits. A dull ache filled her bladder and no matter what position she chose to sit in, the pressure never subsided away. The clock ticked slowly and she observed Burstna getting more and more fidgety. An hour later Burstina was rocking back and forth. One more hour later Burstina's hands were on her abdomen and she was trying her level best to keep her composure. Despy too was going through the same situation.

By 9pm, the audit finished. Burstina demanded that a cab be called for her. Since there was no telephone in the office Despy had to walkover to the staff room to dial the number. She inched slowly, her legs trembled. She was scared to walk normally and most of the time her legs remained crossed.

"WALK FAST" Burstina commanded. As soon as she stepped out of the room Despy's hands flew down to her crotch and she squat down in an effort to not wet herself. But soon her eyes fell n the cameras installed on the corridor and immediately got up at once as if nothing happened.
She walked down the corridor to the ladies room but it was locked. She knew it would be locked but still she thought of trying it out. She hobbled back to the staff room and called a cab.

As she returned to the office she found Burstina in an absolute state of pity. Her hands were shover in her crotch, legs close to eachother, rocking back and forth, breathing heavily and with her expressions scrunched up. When she noticed Despy entering she immediately mover her hands away from her crotch.

"Is it too bad Ma'am? " Despy decided to avenge her.

"No . . Its,.  .I . . I can take it." Burstina whispered with a strained voice.

Soon the cab arrived. Both the ladies did their best to walk normally and got into the cab. The road was rough and full of pot holes. It kept both of them on their heels. Burstina held on to the hem of her skirt all the time while Despy kept her hands on her thighs and clawed them whenever they hit a pot hole.

By midnight, the cab finally reached the hotel where Burstina had cheked in. Despy enjoyed seeing her in trouble. After all she had tormented her all day. Just as the driver was about to drive out, Despy asked her to wait. They could see Burstina strutting towards the lobby, stopping after every few steps, bending forward, holding her thighs tight. She was at the end of her tether. And it was not long enough before her muscles gave up and HISSSSSSSS. Midst her way to the lobby, Burstina helplessly wet herself like a school girl.

Only after having watched her have an accident, Despy asked the driver to take her to the apartment. Once she reached her apartment, she breathed deep and walked to the door as calmly as she could manage. Soon she undressed herself took a shower and instead of hitting the bowl to release the litres of pee, she forced herself to go to bed. She challenged herself to wait all night and only in the morning she let herself have the relief. The relief she had been dying for since the last 48 hours. . .

THE END. . .

Until She Bursts - The Finale

Enter day 15. Minx Triss and Donna. Extremely desperate, in severe pain, insane amount of pee held shut in under mercilessly tight corsets.

Minx had her hands shoved down to her crotch, Triss was struggling to keep her hands away from her crotch and Donna was willingly keeping her hands at bay. No one knew how she got her control back. Triss knew that with 30 litres of pee inside her and Donna she didn't have too much time before her body violently burst the floodgates and automatically relieve those overworked muscles.

And Triss then presented her final challenge, 

"Girls, its time for the final challenge." Announced Triss.

"What. . . There. . . There's more left." Minx squeaked.

"Yes, all we have to do is pop a muscle relaxant pill. . . I know every girl who has this holding fetish occasionally likes to challenge herself and I also know both of you have this pill with you. Now we will see if anyone of us can last the next few days with there muscle power reduced to minimum and hold such a massive load without leaking."

Donna didn't say a word. She wanted it, more pain, more desperation, more trouble. Her brain had stopped receiving signals from her bladder and she could not feel any pain from her bladder - LITERALLY. All she could feel was its hardness, the gigantic volume that she held for two weeks and of course the series of orgasms she got every time a wave of desperation hit her hard. And without giving a second thought Donna popped in a muscle relaxant pill.

Much to Triss's horror. Though she had a trick in her mind, instead of a muscle relaxant she popped in a pill of muscle stimulant just to get an upper hand in the holding competition. Minx on the other hand burst into tears.

"I. . .I. . .can't do this." Everybody could see that she was squeezing her lady parts as tight as she could. She knew her muscles were too taxed and that she won't be able to prevent an accident. 

Triss insisted her to do so or accept defeat. But Minx was too arrogant to accept defeat. So she tried to take her hands away and get up to get that pill. Little did she know it was her worst mistake and before she could even gasp there was a huge splashing noise. Triss and Donna watched in awe to see Minx burst her floodgates open. It would be an understatement to say that even firehoses would fail in front of her gusher.

It was STRONG, LOUD AND HUGE! An inch thick clear torrent. She again tried to shove her hands between her legs but the torrent was so strong that she hurt her hands. It went on and on and ON. No doubt she was frantic. 6 minutes passed but she continued with full force. And after 3 more minutes the gusher stopped all of a sudden. The pressure was so much and her bladder contracted so violently that it emptied its load at one go and in full force rather than a diminishing trickle. Minx burst into tears and collapsed in her own puddle. The world watched the tremendous amount of pee she just released. It was ankle deep everywhere in her room.

Triss had just started typing something but Minx disconnected before she completed. Donna and Triss were the only contenders left now. The match continued. Triss was then confident that she was going to win. She felt her muscles tightening and twitching from inside. It was a wonderful feeling and she cold finally let herself relax. And to gain a psychological advantage over Donna she put on even tighter latex outfits.

Donna on the other hand could feel the heat of the relaxant pills. Within an hour she was twisted like a preztel, hands shoved inside her crotch, sweating, and her  brain started registering the signals of her bladder again. For a moment she thought she was never going to make it to the ultimate goal. Her muscles quivered. The ones which felt concrete like solid just a day ago, suddenly became numb and as soft as baby butt. 

Triss could see Donna's pitiable condition and she worsened the matters by challenging her to drink more and more. Donna complied but never leaked a drop. Even she was surprised  at her own feat. Waves of pain ran through her body, and she could feel the fullness of her bladder and how mercilessly it had swollen inside.

5 days passed like that but Triss failed to make Donna wet herself despite more and more diuretic intake and muscle relaxants. Enter day 21, Donna had even mastered the wrath of the relaxant pills and could stay calm and fight her inhuman needs to pee. On the other hand Triss was in trouble. The muscle tightening pills surely helped her to hold so much but the pain had become unbearable now. She simply needed to stop the game or else she was going to rupture her bladder. She quickly popped in a muscle relaxant

"Donna! How the fuck are you still holding it? 42 litres and still without a leak, without a cry, with such a restrictive corset!" Triss cried.

"Because I MUST HOLD it. Like I said I never wanted to end the hold" Donna proudly answered.

"I cheated the entire week. I popped in muscle tightening pills instead of muscle relaxants and still I am struggling to hold. Now when I took just one relaxant, I am about to wet myself."

"Its okay Triss, its fine. You can go and relieve yourself if you want."

"I. . .I don't know . . I am seconds away from peeing myself. It was such an exhaustive hold, I wanted to make you wet yourself but I could not. I am in pain. I am afraid I can't hold it longer." Triss was crying. It was as if she was having a labour pain. Her distended bladder was a testimony to that.

"No, you are not going to wet yourself. No matter what, you go and relieve yourself like a proper lady. " 

Triss insisted that she wanted to measure. Donna agreed. Triss brought a bucket and filmed her gusher. It started as soon as she ripped her clothes off. It was GIGNANTIC. Minx and Erica 's combined torrent seemed like a thread in front of her gusher. The timer kept running and went beyond 10 minutes and she filled three such buckets and measure 36 litres. She orgasmed so many times in those 10 minutes. Relief 

Donna was massively turned on at that. She wondered how long and strong her own gusher could have been had she chosen to pee. Donna then congratulated her and announced something which shocked the entire world.

"Triss ! Do you have any idea - from this moment onwards you are officially the Girl with the Biggest Bladder in the world! Congratulations! And as a part of reward, all the cash credit which is in my account .  . .I have transferred them all to your account."

"How can that be! You are holding wayy more than me. "

"Just listen to me, my time is limited. . . Take al this money and open a college dedicated to holding, to train young girls and boys to hold and hold and HOLD all the time. Its my last wish, I want to see the world accepting this holding fetish and holding pee being a norm. Tell me will you grant my last wish?"

"Towards oblivion. Don't worry wherever I go, I am not going to pee. I am going to hold it . . .HOLD IT TILL THE END." Saying this Donna went offline.

There was a massive uproar in the comment sections, her videos, her chat snap shots, her voice records, her gifs went viral on the internet. Everyone around the globe was talking about Donna and her 3 week long and never ending hold with last seen volume of 42 litres. Donna's mailbox was full and still so many mails and chat requests were coming to her that the server crashed. But Donna was nowhere to be seen. She had gone offline leaving a power vacuum. No one knew where all means of communication failed.

And here Donna was at her home, smiling to herself knowing that her end was near. She popped in those muscle tightening pills for she knew she was on the last reserves of her muscle power. She drank 8 more litres of water and was satisfied to see her bladder had swollen obscenely inside her body to accommodate 50 litres of pee squishing all her other organs and bones and everything inside. Somehow she was still alive but the pain was inhuman. She crawled over to her bed and popped in a sleeping pill so that she didn't feel the pain anymore.

Donna was lost in darkness of desperation. The sensastion in her bladder never got away. She could not move her body, her muscle or even open her eye lid anymore but she was still desperate .More than ever.

- - - - - -- - - - - - 

The next time she opened her eyes, she was dressed in a supertight super uncomfortable, white rubbery gown and a corset laced tight than ever. 16" to be exact. She was in pain and in tears. All around her were clouds, nice green lawns, rivulets flowing around, sunlight and cool wind. 

She felt an someone patting her back.

She turned around and found a gate where God and the Devil were standing. 

"My girl Donna, you are now in your after life between heaven and hell. You have committed something strange in your life. 

"On one hand you pushed yourself to the extremes and disregarded the life given by me - which is a sin. On the other hand, you have shown exceptional courage and held your pee despite all the odds."

Donna could barely stand and keep herself dry. All she wanted was to pee. Little did she know what was coming.

"So we have decided that we will let you inside the heaven on one condition - if you can hold your pee for the rest of your after life till mankind exisits on erth, we will let you inside heaven and make you the official Bladder Angel or Bladder Fairy."

" The only condition being - from this moment onwards, every drop of pee produced by every human being on the earth will reside in your bladder. Your bladder won't expand due to the holy corset. It will tighten itself again and again to prevent your bladder from bulging out. 

"But you shall keep within yourself all the pee produced from now on, on the earth. If you leak, wet or decide to relieve yourself and fail to keep a normal composure like other angels of heaven, you will be immediately deported to hell and every human being on the earth would become incontinent. So the future of mankind lies in your hands, in your bladder."

Donna certainly didn't want to let the mankind suffer and go to hell. So she wisely chose to hold her pee for eternities. And within a moment she felt the holy corset glow and tighten itself around her waist and her bladder fill with pee equivalent to  that produced by 7+ billion people on earth. And the fate of humanity depended on her control. She HAD to hold and bear the never-before-felt-desperation forever. She was not supposed to pee or even show her needs for she was now the bladder fairy.

"WELCOME TO HEAVEN - MY BLADDER FAIRY" said God and opened the gates to heaven. . . 

THE END.

Until She Bursts - Part 7

After nearly an hour or so, Donna got back to the chat room. Minx and Erica could not believe their eyes that Donna had put on a waist clincher again on top of it. They accused her of being a show off and even that she had secretly taken a pee.

Donna pointed to the volume display on the scree and it then showed 23 litres. She explained that her clincher was lined with steel springs and that it would not tear off under any condition. In front of the cam she locked it and threw the keys outside. There was an awkward silence on the chat room and then everyone was applauding Donna for her bravery and will to hold on.

Donna felt at home. She had never received such a warm welcome for her holds. And all that made her more and more determined to hold. However her body wanted to do the exact opposite and just force all the pee out but fortunately Donna knew how to use her muscles to her advantage and shut the flood in her and keep herself alive anyhow.

On the other hand Minx and Erica were at the end of their tether. Their bodies were betraying them. All their efforts of hiding and suppressing their needs were futile and finally as the 12th day came in Minx and Erica could not keep themselves from shoving their hands in their crotch. 

"Awww! Poor school girls. You can't even hide your needs. . . it has just been 12 days girls. I thought you could hold longer." teased Triss showing off her own massive bulge of 12 days and 18 litres herself.

"No . . .No. . .We. . . c. . . Can hold it. . ." Erica tried to act brave.

"All right lets see, have you girls got a catheter with yourself? I am sure you have!" Triss asked with a devilish grin.

Donna Erica and Minx - a chill ran down their spines. How could she even think of it they thought.

"So the challenge is you are going to fill yourself up from outside. You have to fill up 3 more litres in front of the cam and then hold it for a day without leaking a drop."

"This is INSANE!" Cried Minx. "We will explode!"

"Aren't you already?" added Donna "I AM IN"

Seeing Donna take up the challenge, Erica and Minx followed suit. But as they were recording Minx and Erica screamed as the cold water hit their bladders. Their bulge grew like balloons. Erica screamed mid way "STOP! STOP! I give up, I give up! I can't take this any more!"

"Shut up and fill yourself Erica, we are not supposed to lose. You are my friend and you are not supposed to pee till I ask you to. I am going to fill further . . . ." 

"NOOOOO! " Minx stop , its .  . its . . . coming" she pushed Minx away and boom! Her floodgates opened and she collapsed on the bucket nearby peeing forever. Hers was a very hard gusher, almost half an inch thick and it lasted for 6 minutes filling up the 20 litres. Everyone wondered how did the petite girl store such a gigantic volume shut inside herself for so long. Relief washed her face as the audience witnessed the emptying of one of the world's largest bladders. It deflated as if it were a balloon let loose. She was panting and orgasming in succession. Donna congratulated her too but Minx did not approve of it. 

Minx was very angry with her. She ordered Erica to fill her up reluctantly. Deep down at the bottom of her heart she too wanted to end this hold and let go like Erica. Its basic human tendency to get rid of a discomfort as quickly as possible. But her inflated ego kept her going. Never in her wildest dream could she imagine that defeating Donna was going to be so difficult.

The audience then watched both the ladies fill themselves up. Donna was pretty upset with the fact that she had to tear her catsuit from the bottom to facilitate the entry of the catheter and had to again wear a corset over her attire. She remained silent, didn't talk or type much. She was intensely focussed on holding, so much that she was inhaling, exhaling and even blinking consciously. All her energy was diverted to he lady muscles to prevent any leakage.

Filling up was sheer torture for both the girls but they somehow solved the task. So on day 12 they looked as follows, Minx was at 22 litres and Donna was at 27 litres. No one had an idea how their bladders managed to store such a vast amount, may be the concentration of their waters had become to thick inside or may be their bladders had pushed all their organs aside to make room for themsleves. At that moment just one thing mattered to them - HOLDING IT IN. Minx apparently thought that it was the last challenge after which the competition would somehow end.

Triss however had other plans. She watched all the fun and never mentioned to anyone else that along with the duo she too was doing the challenges secretly. So she knew exactly how the girls felt. Her main motive was to get Donna wet herself. And she had very dangerous plans in mind.

Another day passed but Donna still held in. Her eyes were now red due to lack of sleep and the extremes strain she was enduring. Minx was no better. Seeing that the girls had not wet themselves yet Triss asked them to repeat the challenge again. Still no avail. Triss was now really getting irritated that she was not able to get the girls to wet themselves. Two weeks had passed since any of them felt any relief. They had forgotten how an empty bladder felt like. Triss's own bladder was like a ticking bomb. She could feel her muscles quivering and throbbing and trying to push the pee out but she was adamant that she would hold on.

At the end of 14 days, Minx was at 25 litres and Donna was at 30 litres. Needless to say their chatroom videos had gone viral and more and more people poured in to watch their videos. The website started sending cheques to the girls for their contribution to the site and its massive sales. Overnight they became very very rich.

Minx knew she was very close to be dethroned from her title - 'The Girl with the World's Biggest Bladder'. She knew she was out-powered, out matched by Donna and Triss but she was not ready to let go before she watches at least one of them wet. She burst open her corset. Her muscles were failing her and she lost all her power to keep her bulge pulled in. She had held longer on other occasions but she was failing to do it this time.

Triss wanted to live in the limelight and be the best of them all and she was very sure that her next challenge would definitely make Erica and Donna burst open while she would flaunt her own massive unrelieved 30 litre bladder to the world and possibly hold on for another week to gather more money and fan following. 

Donna on the other hand waited for the end to arrive. Despite the excruciating pain she was in she was enjoying it. She was very happy to see the fame they had amassed in the last two weeks. 30 litres, her volume displayed by the monitor, which was still somewhere squished under her super tight corset and she ran her hands over her lady parts to feel her concrete like solid muscles which shut the pee in for her. She tried pushing her fingers through it but she could not. They were locked just like the way she wanted to. She was living her dreams of holding her pee for infinity and still not giving up. And she was the least bothered who among the other girls held it or wet herself. She just wanted to KEEP HOLDING. . . .

To be continued. . . 

Upcoming part - Until She Bursts - The Finale.

Until She Bursts - Part 6

Seeing Triss online was a great surprise for Donna. Especially after reading her blog - 'The diary of a modern day girl' and her never ending mammoth hold of 15 days was more than a mere source of inspiration for her.

They continued talking as Donna again squeezed herself into that tight heavy rubber catsuit and her even tighter latex undies.

"What a pleasant surprise Triss! I never thought you would even care to have a look on this competition"

"Are you kidding me Donna! This is by far the hottest holding competition I have ever witnessed. And I must say your hold has compelled me to hold as well."

"I am so glad. How long have you been holding Triss?"

"An entire week. Just like the old time. I have leaked a few spurts though. but I swear I am not going to go till your hold ends!"

Donna paused for a moment before replying.

"I am afraid Triss. I don't plan to end this hold ever."

"That sounds exciting. I am with you in this. And I am going to make it extremely difficult for you though. Lots of challenges are waiting for you Donna. If you don't mind."

"Oh no! I would love to exploit my bladder and defeat those two spoilt school girls."

"You don't worry about that. They are going to explode soon!"

After their personal conversation, Triss and Donna both joined the online video chatroom.

"Girls I am back! And I have with me Triss - The Modern Day Diary Girl"

"Hey Girls. This is Triss. I am here to see if I can make any of you wet yourself. I will throw a few challenges for you to deal with and this will continue till any one of us gives up, or wets herself. If I am not able to make you wet in a day, after a challenge I will drink a pint of water charged with a diuretic and tighten my corset by one notch. Its presently at 28" and can be tightened upto 16"

Minx was getting irritated at this. "Will you two stop! Don't you both realize our bladders are unbeatable."

Erica, "Yeah! She is right. We can hold as long as we need"

"Over confidence is going to make you wet girls." Triss warned.

The first challenge that Triss threw at the girls was to pour ice cold water over their bladders and of course their lady parts and then keep it covered with a cloth drenched with the same ice cold water for the rest of the day. Erica and Minx laughed off at this. Despite how easy it sounded, surviving with their lady parts soaked in ice cold water with a bladder which has not been emptied for over 9 days was not an easy task even for the champion holders. They soon realized that. Within minutes their bodies started to twitch and curl up. Their body langauge told the entire story.

After a day Minx, Erica and Donna all sat uptight with their hands on their knees and resisting the temptation to pull away the cold cloth away from their crotch. Their nails dug deep inside their knees and faces scrunched up in an effort to bear the pain of coldness and the impending flood.

Seeing that no one wet themselves Triss tightened her corset by an inch. Though that increased her desperation by multiple times she hardly paid any attention to it. In fact ever since she wrote her blog she had been forcing herself to go beyond 15 days. And all those trainings and holds had made her even stronger than Erica and Minx. She could easily defeat the duo.

As they moved onto day 10, and their bladders were pumped to 15 litres. Triss gave them most compromising and difficult exercises to solve. The girls struggled to stay still and she worsened the matter when she added that failing to do an exercise in the prescribed manner meant one more litre of water. By the end of the day the girls still escaped without a leak. But not without gulping tremendous amounts of liquid. Surprisingly Donna was the one who had to drink the most. By the end of the day Erica was at 18 litres, Minx was at 19 and Donna was literally carrying a beach ball inside her bladder. She was then at 22 litres.

Erica and Minx were inside their corsets hence their bulge could not be seen. Though no one could miss their sweaty cleavages and rapid panting. Erica and MInx were both approaching their limits. They were regretting their decision to put on the corsets. Their tinier jeans and digging waistbands didn't help them either. They were praying in their minds for Donna to lose. They had very little control over how their bodies acted. Their toes curled and their fists tightened their grip on their thighs. They did level best to keep their hands away from the crotch.

But Donna's case was different. Her bladder had stretched obscenely and her skin had turned pale. It was so taut and stretched that any one could see those veins. But Donna somehow kept holding. She didn't lose it. In fact to every one's astonishment she did not cross her legs, grit her teeth, curl her toes or even flinch. She was quietly fighting and held her breath as much as she could to make sure she doesn't leak accidentally.

22 litres in 11 days! Donna had already broken Minx's and Erica's world records. The comment section was flooded with congratulatory messages for Donna. But people demanded Donna to put on a corset again to match up with Erica and Minx. Donna could barely breath as she tried to act that she didn't feel any need to pee at all. But truth be told She wanted to pee. . .PEE. . .And just PEE. 

Seeing that Donna was not replying Triss again sent her a private message. 

"Donna! Where are you? Did you just pee yourself?"

"No! But I can explode any second."

"NOOOO! Don't leave us in between. You just broke a world record Donna!"

"I know. But my body can't take this any more unless I take some external help."

"NOPE! You MUST hold it. And also put on a corset, The tightest one you have got, the public demands so."

"Triss, my bladder is sticking out by almost a feet, I can barely breathe or move, How am I supposed to wear that?"

"Remember about your plan. That you don't want to end the hold? In that case you should be able to do whatever you wish without giving about a damn about how much you have in your bladder. So just PUT ON THE CORSET and HOLD IT IN - WITHOUT A WORD!"

"Whose side are you on Triss? Please. . .I don't want to let it go yet. Let me take a muscle stimulant to hold it"

"You are not letting it go yet. NOT before I make the other two wet themselves miserably. And Donna - you dare NOT take any external help to hold. A lady can hold it in and hide it just with her will and her muscles. Don't behave as if you can't. You have no idea how tough it is going to be in the next 3 days. You better be ready to suffer . . . "

Donna felt excited even under such painful situation. Thanks to Triss that she again found her resolve to hold longer. After an hour long struggle Donna was able to squeeze and lock herself in her heavy rubber corset. Tears rolled down her cheeks, sweat filled her catsuit, shivers ran down from head to toe and every muscle in her body burnt in cramps as the sudden restriction didn't leave any space for the 22 litres off pee. Needless to say she didn't stop drinking even then. Even superhumans would have peed themselves in such condition but Donna held it shut all by her muscles. Though she knew that it wouldn't be long before her muscles would quiver and helplessly burst open into a Tsunami.

"What are you planning to do Triss?"

"Oh well! I am going to make YOU wet yourself again. Lets just say corset is just the beginning Donna. In fact saying that I am about to torture you will be an understatement."

TO BE CONTINUED