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A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.
I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”
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I wanted to beg her to shut the camera off or to have her leave the room so I could go, but it wouldn’t happen. I made the mistake of confessing a secret fantasy, and she ran wild with it. “Since it’s the top of the hour, let’s check on our girl.” My muscles burned as I flinched when she stood up. Every time she came close to me, it was harder to hold.
Emmi was smiling as she looked at me from around her phone. She squatted in front of me and pushed a wet piece of hair from my forehead. “Are you ready to go for us, baby?” She purred sweetly. My head shook. I can’t. I couldn’t. Gaw, I had to go so badly.
She reached between my legs, and her knowing fingers circled my overly sensitive clit. She’d been abusing it every fifteen minutes but not manipulating me enough to let me cum. She was building the need, so it clashed with the other more pressing need she’d built by making me drink water by the gallons today. Whimpered whines escaped my pressed-together lips while my pleading eyes wanted to ask her to shut it off. She read me like a book and cooed at my embarrassment. “What’s wrong, pretty kay? Don’t want everyone to see you are human?” She stepped back to sit back on her perch, and my body tensed again. I needed to go so badly, I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer, and Emmi was going to give me the fantasy I’d craved for so long. “We’re waiting.” She hummed.
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