Debby rolled to the side, falling onto her face in the hope of working herself up onto her knees. Pain still gripped her across the front of her abdomen, and now that Tony was through with his own piss, she thought it was her turn.
Her face left wet imprints on the stone as she tried to push herself up. She felt the chain between the cuffs grab and she was hauled to her feet. She sighed deeply. Finally, she would be allowed to stop the agony of her painfully stretched bladder.
"What are you doing?" she asked desperately, as she felt herself being pulled backward toward the open door of the bathroom.
"That's my and Joachim's place to piss," Tony growled, and jerked her another two feet away from the toilet. "Yours is in the dungeon. He's designed a special place for bitches like you to take a good pigs."
"No, Tony!" she cried as she was pulled farther from the toilet. "I can't hold it any longer. I'll pee right here."
"You piss on the floor and I'll beat the shit out of you with the riding crop!" he threatened, tugging her along backward. "When I get you up on this device, you can stream to your pussy's delight."
The promise eased her mind, but not her body. Pee was going to gush out of her within a couple of minutes, no matter how much he threatened her. Her feet shuffled backward, trying to make the trip go faster. If she could get to where he was talking about quickly, she might mange to hold it in. That way, at least she would avoid another beating.
When he finally allowed her to turn around, they were standing next to a device she had noticed before, but couldn't figure out.
It rested on a closed, heavy metal box, and at the top was something that looked like a small, leather saddle for a horse. At the back of it, where the cattle should have been, a long, metal pronged brace rose, much like a backrest on a motorcycle. Straps hung from the brace, and Debby knew they would be used to tie her down. In front the pommel rose sharply and would probably bump against the front of her body. The stirrups were nothing more than clamps to lock her feet to the sides.
But it had nothing to do with a toilet, as far as Debby could see. And there wasn't time for some silly dallying before her bladder exploded. The pressure of her confined piss was surely going to win. If he strapped her into that infernal thing, it was certainly going to get wet.
Tony strapped one of her feet into a side clamp, then instructed her to step up. When she hesitated, he slapped her sharply on her naked ass, and she levered herself upward. Before her ass plopped into the seat of the saddle, she saw a one-inch groove carved into the leather.
In the dimness, she couldn't see how deep it was, but it fit right against her slit. It ran up into the pommel of the saddle, reaching the height of her clit. Her thighs and crotch were spread by the width of the saddle, and Debby could feel her pussy open and kiss the metal edges of the groove. Whatever it was designed for, it certainly fit her cunt.
Tony locked her other ankles into the clamp on the other side of the device, then pushed down a long lever that lowered both of the clamps. Debby grunted. Her legs were fully extended and her crotch was mashed down into the saddle. Her pussy-lips no longer just lay on the sides of the metal groove – they were actually compressed against it.
Two leather straps were wrapped around her body, tying her loosely to the back brace. Her hands were snapped behind her into cuffs built into the cantle. The insides of her forearms brushed against the sides of her naked hips. It wasn't that uncomfortable, but it did nothing to relieve the pain that was snapping her gut. Her bladder felt as if it were about to explode.
"You've got to let me piss!" Debby howled, knowing she couldn't hold it any longer. Already, the first drops were starting to force their way through her tiny piss-hole and dribble into the gash of her cunt.
"Anytime you want!" Tony laughed wickedly. "The groove's there for you to piss in, but I advise you to only let out a little squirt at first to find out just how this thing works."
A little squirt, she wondered. A flood was what she needed. But there was something threatening in both the words and the sound of his voice, and it sent an icy chill down her spine. No matter how much it frightened her, she was going to have to piss. Even if she didn't want to, her piss was going to force its way out of her body. Gripping her guts tightly to keep most of it in, she let out a tiny jet of piss from the small, hidden hole in the gash of her cunt.
"Aeeeiii!" Debby screamed when the electrical current hit her.
From a bare wire in the shallow channel, the power worked up her stream of piss and burned into her cunt. It wasn't a little electrical shock like they had used to tickle her tits and clit and to finally make her cum. It was the full, ripping agony of being fully jolted.
The rippling pain contracted her piss-hole, cutting off the budding stream. The current died to a mere tingle, arcing in the air weakly to the drops of piss wetting the lips of her cunt.
"No, Tony!" the frightened wife squealed. "It's like pissing into a light socket. I can't stand it! But I can't hold it any longer!"
"Then you'll have to decide," he said flatly. He turned away from her. "There's your hole to piss in, Debby – either use it, or shut up about how much your bladder hurts!"
When he turned his back on her, her mind dropped him from her thoughts. There was no way that she was going to get any help from her angry, young husband.
Debby struggled against her bindings, but there was very little give. She could move the upper part of her body a bit, but there was no way she could shift her ass. The metal sides of the groove containing the hot wire remained jammed against her outer pussy-lips, with her cunt locked above the hot electrical wire.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, feeling the swelling of piss inside her painful bladder.
It was unbearable. Every second that she waited with her pisshole locked tightly shut, it seemed like another pint of piss was added to stretch her tortured bladder even more. It was like a dam that had weakened from too much captured water; it was only a matter of seconds before things would go out of control.
Perhaps if she only let a little squirt put, it would take away enough of the pressure for her to stand it. If it hurt this bad, any relief would seem like heaven. Her body was totally wracked with pain. She knew the current would hit her from even a short stream of piss, but maybe she could stand at least that much shock for a second or two. She really had no choice; something had to give. Piss had to drain from her before her bladder split.
She tried, her piss-hole trying to close as soon as the first of her piss broke through. A nightmare slammed into her guts. The electricity rocketed into her body, gripping her tightly below the waist. It was just like being electrocuted, with her pussy being the site of the initial current. It couldn't have burned more if someone had shoved alighted torch into her slit.
"Oooooohh!" she wailed, the pain almost blowing out her mind.
Once again, her body cut off her piss stream, even though that gave her a different, excruciating pain. Most of the current died away when its path was shut off, but some of it still jumped the space into the wetness left on her pussy by the piss.
"Help me!" Debby screamed, caught between two unbearable pains.
The electrical current was like plugging her cunt into a gripping inferno, but her full bladder was equal hell. The small releases of piss had punched a hole into the darn that held back the flood. Weakness had been found by the crushing pressure inside her, and her piss was about to forge out.
Fighting it all the way, she could feel the piss work into her tube. It seemed to burn its way through her body then force open her little piss-slit.