Chapter 51: Latrine Duty

(THE STORY SO FAR... Miles Cunningham is a wealthy and powerful man who lives on a large estate on the outskirts of town and has many slaves to tend it. In charge of the slaves is Sue-Li, the Chief Overseer, a striking oriental she-male. The real power in the slave's quarters, however, is wielded by Bertha, a powerfully built Negrees. Somewhere near the bottom of the social pecking order is a young female slave known as Panties on account of her fetish for wearing knickers. Bertha has taken Panties under her wing for several differing reasons, one of which is that she fancies the young slave. Panties has managed to get herself involved in a personal feud with two other slaves, Melissa and Amanda and their accomplice, a sissy-slave called Butch. These three have already managed to murder Bertha's brother, a fact that Miles Cunningham is blaming on his daughter, Gills, who carelessly provided the opportunity for the killing. Panties life is currently being complicated by the fact that she and Sue-Li have now become lovers but since Bertha and Sue-Li hate each other with a vengeance, Panties has to keep the depth of feelings in each relationship a secret from the other. Panties was recently loaned out to a friend of Miles called Frederick James for the night and, while at the man's house, Panties witnessed his assassination at the hands of a pair of Black Widow killers, both of whom she saw. Interviewed the next morning by the police, Panties lied to them with a practised ease and, because of her sympathies with the aims of the Black Widows, she denied seeing anything of the assassins. She was then driven back to the Cunningham estate where she arrived just in time to see the Master arranging his wayward daughter's punishment; the only problem then was that Gill actually seemed to enjoy said punishment, to whit, being raped by the assembled male slaves! Miles countered this by having his daughter placed into a Chastity Belt. Panties' problems have just been added to when she bumped into another slave called Sally and the pair fell to fighting; this transgression of the rules was observed by an Overseer who brought the matter to the attention of Sue-Li who is punishing the two girls by making them spend the night tied up together in the main hall of the slave quarters... )

The clock on the far wall dragged its pointers slowly round as Sally and Panties endured their torment in silence... being gagged as they both were, talking was quite impossible, after all! With sleep totally out of the question - their condition and position also making this impossible and that was before considering that all the lights in the room had been left on - there was little the two girls could do but think and to hope that the night would soon end. But the slow moving clock only spent its time making them more miserable as their muscles began to cramp up.

It had just gone two o'clock when Panties noticed that Sally was beginning to squirm about somewhat. "Wazza matcher?" was all that Panties managed to articulate.

Sally jiggled around again. "Nerrr puh!"

'Nerrr puh?' Panties thought to herself, somewhat puzzled. The answer suddenly dawned on her as the darker girl once more squirmed, rubbing her arms against Panties' own. 'Oh, no!' the bound slave realised, 'she needs a piss! Just what we don't want. I remember how it was last time this happened. Thank god I don't need to go... ' Trouble was, of course, now that the thought had crossed Panties' mind, it wouldn't go away and, suddenly a girl who didn't need to go at all five minutes previously, was squirming about almost in unison with her companion.

Panties glanced over at the clock - two-thirty. There was no way either of them was going to manage to hold it in until they were released at, say, six or seven in the morning. 'The logical thing to do, ' Panties told herself, 'is just to let it go and at least be comfortable inside.'

However, logical or not, just doing it like this didn't seem natural and both girls continued to hold on grimily. By three in the morning, Sally was fidgeting almost incessantly and Panties had realised that, to her horror, she was also going to need a shit before long. That thought was just one step too far for the slave-girl to take and she desperately pushed the idea to the back of her mind.

Fifteen minutes later, Sally gave up the unequal struggle and let go. Slowly at first but rapidly gaining momentum, the urine started to gush out of her, soaking her inner thighs and the ropes that bound her ankles. Despite years of conditioning, all Sally could feel was pure relief and, even as she wet herself, she breathed a sigh of contentment, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Panties didn't need to hear the quiet hissing sound to tell her what was happening behind her for Sally's body movements and current attitude told her all she needed to know. Panties glanced down and over her right shoulder and, sure enough, a small pool of yellow liquid was expanding across the floor. The sight made her even more determined to hold on to herself and, for a few moments, she was successful but it wasn't long before, despite her best efforts, the first few drops managed to force their way out of her, small stains appearing in her knickers to mark their success. 'Oh, well, ' she thought with resignation having realised that she was losing, 'no point in waiting any longer.' And, with that, Panties too proceeded to wet herself, the cotton of her knickers almost instantly becoming soaked and darkening appropriately. Even as the urine continued to flow, mingling with Sally's output already on the floor, Panties felt her guts give a heave. Frantically she clamped her arse cheeks together... and, after a brief struggle, the urge to defecate retreated. But not very far and even while the liquid that the girls were kneeling in was still warm, Panties felt to need to shit come upon her once more, even stronger this time. Realising that she wasn't going to win this one either, Panties gave up the unequal struggle and decided to let it come... and, for a moment, it really threatened to but then, oddly, the urge withdrew again and Panties realised that her own body wasn't totally under her control as much as she had always thought - simply because she wasn't sitting on a loo, her body was refusing to conform to its own needs, infantile programming proving to be stronger than adult desires. But by four o'clock there was no denying nature any longer and, with a grunt of resignation, Panties filled her knickers for the first time since babyhood. The stuff felt much harder than she would have imagined as it forced the material of her briefs out and away from her body. The material was soon stretched the limits of its reach and the huge turd was forced back upon itself, gradually filling most of the space available. Panties could feel the warm glow being given off against her hands that were tied behind her... and then the stench hit her! 'God, that's revolting!' she thought realising for the first time just how much protection the water at the bottom of a WC gave. A feeling of disgust swept over her as a few small and tentative tears forced their way out of the corners of her eyes. Behind her, Sally's body tensed as the other slave-girl tried to distance herself away from Panties as much as she could... which wasn't far at all. Behind her sticky- tape gag, Panties allowed herself a wry grin at the thought that she had, at least, gained one small and unexpected victory over her erstwhile sparring partner!

The sound of an opening door roused Panties from the light doze that she'd finally fallen into and, raising her eyes she spotted Thumper entering the room being closely followed by Gill, still fetchingly attired in her bright orange chastity belt, and then by Gill's other bodyguard. "Christ, it stinks in here!" Gill exclaimed, covering her nose and mouth with her hand. "I heard that you'd managed to get yourself into more trouble, Panties," she continued in rather muffled tones. "Be-Bop? Cut them loose... but don't free Panties' hands."

Be-Bop wrinkled his nose in distaste before asking, "Must I?"

Gill gave the slave such a searing look that he quickly bent to the task... none too gently and before he'd done, both girls had suffered minor gashes and abrasions. With aching limbs, the two girls slowly... very slowly... managed to straighten themselves up and to stand. "You may remove their gags, Thumper," Gill instructed and, rather more gently than his partner would have done the job, the slave obeyed. "Now, run along Sally, I understand that Sue-Li has work for you."

"And me, Mistress?" queried Panties as the other girl, needing no second bidding, hastened out of the room.

"You, Panties?" replied Gill with mock concern ringing hollowly in her voice, "Why, you've got a job here, haven't you?" Gill's eyes moved to the linoleum floor and the puddle that remained where the girls had spent the night.