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 This story is fiction.  It contains no hard sex (i.e., no rape or
penetration, no blood or extreme torture); and involves an older woman who
consents to a form of corporal punishment to avoid more severe
consequences. It has bondage (reluctantly consensual), humiliation,
exhibitionism, and watersports with a strong "hold it" theme.  M/FF exhib
ws bond.

   The principal character is a mature woman, reflecting that themes of
bondage and watersports are not only for the young and beautiful, but can
relate to older persons as well.



   THE EXHIBITION

   CHAPTER 1 How it Happened

   Nancy Johnson was no stranger to travel; as a free-lance writer and
photographer, she had spent much of her life abroad, visiting and writing
about innumerable locations about the world.  At 54, she often went with
her husband, who followed his own pursuits while she engaged in authoring
and illustrating articles she would then plan to offer to those newspapers
and magazines who regularly utilized her literary style.  With their
children grown, Nancy and Ralph had accustomed themselves to a life they
enjoyed immensely, largely on the road and often in little-known places.

   Her life of travel had conditioned her to be rugged and adaptable, and
both of them had been blessed with good health.  Ralph, more relaxed than
Nancy, devoted himself to archaeology and historical interests,
occasionally teaching and writing for professional journals.  He was a
moderately tall man, graying, a bit older than Nancy at 57.  She,
physically strong and active, was a larger woman, only slightly concerned
at her weight of 160, with her short auburn hair turning grey, something
she declined to hide or camouflage.  She bore her years with grace, always
as well groomed as the situation allowed.

   Nor was she any stranger to trouble.  In her travels, she had on
occasion run afoul of the law, and had learned patience and tolerance in
dealing with the world's bureaucracies.  So far she had never run into any
really serious legal problems, and while she had in her younger years spent
a night or two locked up for minor offenses, her legal problems had always
been solvable.

   But now she faced a different situation.  Ralph and Nancy had come to
this Caribbean Island nation, as much as tourists as journalists.  In her
zeal to portray life as it was, Nancy had engaged in photographing some of
the poorer areas, including, she found out later, some religious rites and
quasi-legal drug trafficking activities which the government found
embarrassing.  In fact, local law prohibited photography in some of these
areas, and the government was sensitive to being portrayed as tolerating
what some would consider immoral, backward, or indecent.  She had been
caught by the local police, who had followed her while Ralph was elsewhere,
and she soon found herself apprehended.  At this point it was determined
that she lacked the proper visa for journalistic work, and her she had
neglected to obtain a required permit for her camera and register with the
government's office of foreign affairs as a foreign writer.

   Realizing she was in a bit of difficulty, she summoned her husband to
the police station.  After the situation was explained to them, the police
officer in charge, Sgt.  Melona, told them, very politely, of their
options.

   "You must understand that I do not make the laws, but these are our laws
and we are charged to administer them.  Mrs.  Johnson, you are charged with
at least five violations of immigration laws and civil codes.  I realize
that you may not have intended any harm, and that you are foreigners; but I
must hold you accountable under our laws.  You will be given a hearing
before the police magistrate in a day or two.  I advise you to obtain a
local lawyer to represent you.  I could hold you until the hearing; but I
do not feel that you are a threat to the community, and if you agree to
report for the hearing I am prepared to release you in your husband's
custody if you will post a small bond, leave your passports with me, and
agree not to attempt to flee the island."

   "Mr.  Melona, I understand your position, and your offer is quite
generous, and we will accept it", Ralph replied.  Fortunately, he had the
means to post the modest bond, and they left to go back to their hotel.

   That evening, they consulted with George Hamran, the attorney they had
now engaged to represent Nancy at her hearing.

   "Mr.  Hamran," Nancy asked him, "is this really a serious set of
charges? Of course, I know what I did, but I really did not know of all
these legal entanglements.  I've been in places before where I had failed
to get a permit or something, and usually we straightened it out with a
small fine, or a fee, or sometimes even a bit under the table for some
official.  Besides, they took my camera and all my notes, so what can they
do to me?  Deport me?"

   "Don't try that here" George Hamran responded.  "There has recently been
quite a scandal on corruption and even the suggestion of a bribe will get
you in more trouble.  Since they have your photos and notes, and you were
caught in the act of illegal photography, and since you obviously do not
possess the required authorizations, there is little defense.  I can try to
argue that your intentions were not malicious, but don't be hopeful.  This
government wants to be seen as operating strictly by the law, and they
don't want to encourage other foreigners to bypass the rules.  You are
almost certainly going to be convicted, but I will try to get as light a
sentence as possible."

   "What will that be?", Ralph anxiously inquired.  George went on, "The
charges will likely call for a jail sentence of about six months to a year;
but I think it is likely that you will be given something less, in your
circumstances.  Probably four to six months, after which you will be
escorted to the airport and required to leave.  "

   "Four to six months?" Nancy was outraged.  "Four to six months out of my
life on this forsaken place?  Surely there must be an alternative.  Can we
not arrange a fine?"

   "A fine, alone, is not likely", George went on.  "Prison time is what is
expected.  And the prison here is not as bad as it could be.  You will not
be mistreated, because the government is sensitive to human rights issues.
Your husband can visit regularly, and...."

   "Four to six months!  And maybe more!  Give me some other option -
anything!" Nancy was clearly upset over the possibility.

   "If you were a man," George went on, "there would be an alternative. 
You could ask for corporal punishment instead, which means flogging.  It is
humiliating and painful, but it is over quickly.  Men can ask for this in
lieu of short prison sentences.  Flogging used to be imposed regularly, but
now it is done only when the prisoner consents to it, to avoid jail time.
Many men do choose it, instead of going to jail.  But the law absolutely
prohibits the flogging of women - the government simply does not want the
image that might present."

   "Then there is no way a woman can request corporal punishment?"

   "I can't really say there is no way.  But I don't advise you to ask for
it.  You will be better off in the long run with the jail time." George
obviously wanted to cut this off.  Nancy, however, continued, "if there is
any way a woman can get corporal punishment instead of jail time, I want to
know.  Tell me my options!"

   "Well, you asked for it," George continued.  "But I strongly advise
against it.  There is a corporal punishment option for women.  It is
carried out periodically, only when women request it, and very few do. 
Women cannot be flogged, beaten, or subjected to physical abuse.  The women
who choose this option are exhibited in a public place used for the
purpose, where they must stand in shackles for several hours at a time,
while they are subjected to other physical discomforts which can be most
unpleasant.  However, they cannot be subjected to flogging or any invasive
treatment, and they cannot be raped or sodomized, nor can they be cut or
permanently injured.  The sentence may require them to endure this on
several successive days, if it is in lieu of months of jail time.  It can
be..."

   "Get it for me!" Nancy demanded.

   George tried his best to dissuade Nancy, but it wasn't working.  The
following day, he arranged a meeting at the police magistrate's building,
where the government prosecutor considered Nancy's request.  "Since she is
agreeing to this, I will ask the magistrate to allow the sentence to be
carried out promptly.  We will ask that she be given three successive days
of exhibition, to be followed by deportation.  Day after tomorrow, she will
report to the police sergeant at the jail, at ten in the morning.  Agreed?"
"Agreed", George responded.

   Later that day, Nancy signed the required papers.  She found that she
also needed a doctor's certificate that she was able to endure the
punishment prescribed, and a local doctor checked her out and certified her
"A necessary precaution" George told her, "they don't want to find out that
you have a weak heart or some other problem that might make you collapse on
their hands." She had also been told that when she reported she must not be
wearing any jewelry, watch, or anything of value, She should not be wearing
any cosmetics, perfume, or even deodorant, and her clothing should be
simple and casual.

   Nancy concerned herself what she would have to go through - even though
it would be better than months in jail, she expected it to be rough.  But
standing in shackles for a few hours?  She felt she could handle that, even
at her age.  And she couldn't be beaten!  George gave her one final
warning, before he and Ralph delivered her to the police station on the
appointed day, "Remember, you asked for this - to avoid jail time.  If you
give them a hard time, or refuse to cooperate, they can revoke the
agreement and put you in jail for the maximum the law allows."

   CHAPTER 2 The First Day

   The two men left her at the office of the duty sergeant, as requested.
After the preliminary paperwork and identification procedure, Nancy was
introduced to another uniformed police officer.  "Clarence", said the
sergeant, "this is Mrs.  Johnson, who is to be placed on exhibition today
and for two more days.  Mrs.  Johnson, Clarence will see to your
preparation, after which you will need to make a brief appearance before
the magistrate next door, and you will then be taken to the exhibition
dock. You are not alone; there is one other female prisoner, a local woman,
considerably younger than yourself, who will be exhibited also.  Clarence,
she is in your care".  He motioned to the door.

   Clarence escorted Nancy down a hallway.  He seemed polite and
businesslike.  "Mrs.  Johnson, you understand I must do what the law
requires and what you have agreed to.  I expect that it will be quite
unpleasant for you, but please do not take it personally.  I will try to
make it no more difficult for you than it has to be".  He took her into a
well lit room with a table, two chairs, and a clothes tree with some coat
hangars.  On the table was a large pitcher filled with water, in which
several ice cubes floated, a plastic bag, and a shoe box.

   "Mrs.  Johnson, my immediate task is to prepare you for your exhibition
today.  I will also be in charge of the punishment as it takes place.  You
will be outside for quite a while, and it will be hot.  I hope you will
cooperate and I will try not to be harsh with you.  OK?"

   "OK, Clarence.  I am prepared to do what is required.  Tell me what I am
to do."

   "First, this pitcher of water is for you.  While we do the other
preparations, you must drink it - I will pour you a glass at a time.  Next,
please remove your shoes, and socks if you are wearing any, and put them in
this box.  I trust you are not wearing any jewelry, rings, or watch, as you
were told not to have such things.  " "Right - no jewelry", Nancy replied
as she sat down on the nearest chair.  She gulped the water, surprised that
it really did have a good taste, as she began to remove her shoes, which
she placed in the box as ordered.  Clarence refilled the glass of water. 
"Do I have drink it all?  " Nancy asked, noting the rather large pitcher.
"Yes", was the answer, "you are to fill your stomach with as much as you
can hold - but drink it slowly, as we don't want to make you sick".

   Clarence waited while Nancy downed another two glasses of the water. 
She looked at him, as though to ask what was next.  "Now", Clarence
instructed, "I must ask you - I see you are wearing a blouse and skirt; I
assume you are also wearing underwear.  Is that so?"

   "Yes.." Nancy was a bit nervous at this rather personal question "I have
on a bra and underpants, but I ..  I'm not wearing a slip".  "Good",
Clarence replied.  "Please hang your blouse and skirt on the hangars.  They
will be kept for you, along with your shoes and other things, until you are
released." Clarence sat across the table from her, while awaiting her
compliance.  Meanwhile, he poured her another glass of water.

   To be sure, it had occurred to Nancy that she might be required to shed
some of her clothing, and she suspected that in the exhibition she might
have to wear some sort of prison attire.  But she had not expected to have
to strip down in front of a male police officer.  However, she knew the
consequences of non-cooperation.  She carefully slipped off her blouse,
revealing a white bra, and hung it up.  Clarence kept his eyes on her, to
her embarrassment.  After all, she thought, I am not some pretty young
chick; I am, in fact, a grandmother; not a real eyeful to anyone.  Her body
was lightly tanned from much time in the outdoors, but her shoulders bore
signs of white lines from the straps of the tops she often wore.  She
realized her breasts were much in evidence, but she was not overly endowed.
She hoped she wouldn't have to take the bra off, because she knew she
drooped a bit, her breasts showing a bit of her fifty plus years.

   She slipped off the skirt, revealing white cotton panties.  Her legs had
a few imperfections, she knew, but there was no way to hide them.  She
wished her stomach was a bit flatter, but after all, she was just a bit
overweight, and she supposed it could be in worse places.  As she hung up
the skirt, she noted the pitcher still had water in it.  She quickly downed
the glass pushed to her, and commented "My stomach's getting full - do I
have to drink more?".  Clarence answered by refilling the glass one more
time, which almost emptied the pitcher, and gave it to her.  "I think this
will be enough, for now.  You were told to expect some discomfort, weren't
you?" "I was", said Nancy, trying to get down the last glass.  She felt
really bloated, with a whole pitcher of water inside her, and she felt
terribly exposed, standing in front of a police officer with nothing on but
a bra and cotton panties.  "Are you ready?" he asked her.  "Ready for
what", she inquired.

   "For your appearance before the magistrate", Clarence informed her. 
"You are mostly prepared - what's left we can do after your appearance.  He
has to see you and approve your preparation and you must give him your
consent to proceed." "Where will this occur?", she inquired, mindful of her
undressed state and seeing no evidence of a prison uniform or other attire
in the room.

   "Follow me", said Clarence, opening the door, "the magistrate is in the
courtroom just down the hall.  We'll go now, and this should be over in a
few minutes."

   Nancy responded with a horrified look and hesitation.  He was asking her
to follow him down a hall in a public police station, to a public
courtroom, when she was barefooted and attired only in two skimpy pieces of
underwear.  A fiftyish matron was expected to walk around like this?

   "Like this?" Nancy exploded in shock.  "I have hardly any clothes on -
surely you don't expect.." Clarence politely interrupted, " I told you I
would try to make this as easy as possible, and I am.  But if you don't
cooperate, you can get your jail sentence, and get it now.  The magistrate
knows what your preparation entails, so please come!"

   Meekly, Nancy followed him down the hall, drawing the eyes of the many
people she passed, She tried to cover herself, particularly in front, by
placing her hands over her chest, but it did little good.  At one point
Clarence stopped her, "I want to give you one small courtesy that you may
appreciate later.  We are passing the ladies toilet - I am going to give
you an opportunity to use it before we proceed.  Do you want to?" Nancy
hesitated, then nodded.  Suddenly she thought of the physical consequences
of that stomach full of water she was carrying.

   She made use of the bathroom facility, while Clarence waited for her in
the hall.  Then he escorted her directly into the courtroom, where about
fifty people were gathering, obviously pursuing some type of legal debate.
At her entrance, the voices abruptly stopped as all eyes fell upon this
woman walking into the crowded courtroom in her underwear.

   The magistrate immediately took notice.  "I see we have the other female
prisoner who is to be exhibited today.  Let's dispose of this matter, and
then we can return to the other business.  Clarence, this is Mrs.  Nancy
Johnson?"

   "Yes, indeed she is" replied Clarence.  The magistrate looked directly
at Nancy, now a pathetic figure, almost in tears in her embarrassment,
standing before him barefooted and in two skimpy undergarments.  "Mrs. 
Johnson, you have requested corporal punishment by submitting to the ordeal
of exhibition and discomfort for three days, in lieu of a prison sentence.
Do you consent to proceed?  This is your last chance to change your mind."

   "No, your honor", responded Nancy, then quickly corrected herself, "yes,
I mean I do consent, and will take the exhibition and whatever discomforts
go with it."

   "Very well", responded the magistrate.  "Clarence, has she been
prepared?"

   "Yes, sir, as you can see, she is nearly ready for exhibition.  I will
complete it when we take her from here."

   "Has she been filled with water, to meet the discomfort requirements?:

   "Yes, she has." Clarence affirmed.

   "How much?  "

   "About two quarts, sir.  I watched her drink it, and observed that her
stomach is a bit distended.  I think it is enough."

   "I am not sure it is adequate, Clarence; give her another glass as soon
as she can handle it, then take her to the exhibition dock.  Go!" The
magistrate dismissed them.

   They left the courtroom and Clarence led her back toward the room she
had been in before.  As they passed a water fountain, he spoke to her, "if
you will take a good long drink from this fountain, I will consider that as
meeting the order." She looked at him with just a bit of hesitation, then
drank deeply from the fountain.  Her stomach felt very bloated indeed as
they entered the little room.

   Clarence immediately picked up the plastic bag from the table and told
her, "we must now complete your preparation.  I am going to take you and
the other prisoner to the exhibition dock in a van.  For the last item,
please hand me your brassiere and your panties, which I will leave in this
bag for now."

   Incredulous, Nancy stared at him "what am I to wear?  Do you expect me
to leave here naked?"

   "Yes, indeed", Clarence replied, "that is exactly what you will do.  You
are going to be exhibited nude and shackled standing on the dock.  And you
will find there will be other discomforts, which you agreed to accept."

   Nancy was dumfounded.  No way had she expected this.  But there was no
way out.  Almost in a trance, she unhooked the bra and dropped it off on
the table, followed by her white underpants.  Never before had she felt so
naked and vulnerable.  She started to put her hands to her breasts,
thinking to cover them, almost as a reflex.  Her embarrassment was not such
much that they were bare, but that they were unsupported.  She hated to be
braless, and was acutely aware that her breasts sagged quite a bit and
would swing around as she moved.  She desperately wished she could somehow
hold them still, realizing it was not possible.  As she looked at Clarence,
she saw his glance fall to her pubic area, although he made no comment. 
She had a thick bush of pubic hair, which she seldom trimmed because she
rarely wore the kind of clothes where stray hairs would show.  Now it was
all showing.

   Clarence hung up the bag on the clothes rack, then opened the door and
led the now nude woman out into the hall, in the opposite direction from
where she had gone before.  After passing stares of the curious, she
arrived at an outside door, which Clarence opened.  Outside, a van awaited,
and she was ushered into it.

   As she entered the van, she saw her companion-to-be.  A younger woman,
of the bronzed skin common to the local population, sat in the van.  She
was probably in her late twenties, with dark hair, slender, nice looking
but no outstanding beauty.  And she was as naked as Nancy.

   The two sat in van, vaguely acknowledging each other, but without any
real conversation.  Another policeman joined Clarence, and drove the van
through the streets.  Both women sat quietly, covering themselves with
their arms as best they could against the onlookers who constantly sought a
view through the window.  They talked only briefly.  Nancy learned her name
was Veronica, and this was the first day of her exhibition.  She lived
locally, had been married a year earlier, She and her husband needed her
income desperately to survive, and she would lose her job if jailed.  She
had been given the option of corporal punishment, and she took it to avoid
jail, but she was facing it with dread.

   After about fifteen minutes of driving, they arrived at a compound on
the edge of the town.  It was surrounded by a fence with a gate, which the
policemen unlocked and which they drive through, the policemen closing the
gate after them.  Nancy noticed a sign beside the gate which read
"Exhibition Dock for Female Convicts", with a piece of paper taped below it
reading "exhibitions today - 2; public admitted after the exhibitions
start".  A fairly orderly crowd., mostly men, had begun to assemble outside
the compound.

   In the center of the compound was a structure about twenty feet long,
supported by several strong wooden posts, and with a roof.  The base of the
structure was about six feet wide, and consisted of a platform rising about
eight inches from the surrounding ground.  The platform was filled with
what appeared to be clean white sand, and in it several metal posts could
be seen with chains attached to them.  Just below the roof, and running the
length of the structure, was a flat board which also had chains attached.
The space between this board and the sand-covered platform was open.

   The other woman was taken out first.  She was led up to the platform and
made to stand on the sand-covered area.  She was asked to raise her arms
and they were then placed in leather cuffs which were then locked to the
steel chains affixed to the board, now behind her head.  Her arms were held
shackled in a position that allowed her some freedom of movement, in that
her hands were only raised to shoulder level, so she could turn and twist a
bit, but she could not touch her torso with her hands, nor could they be
dropped below shoulder level.  Then her legs were similarly shackled, being
held loosely about a foot apart.  She could move them a bit, but could not
bring them together.  She was thus shackled facing out from the platform,
completely exposed and unable to conceal any part of her body with her
hands.

   Next Nancy was led out, and fastened into a similar position, facing the
same direction, such that the two women were side by side, about six feet
apart.

   Clarence inspected the finished work.  He then positioned himself in
front of the two chained women, and addressed them.

   "You ladies will now be exhibited, as you are, and we will shortly open
the gates and allow the public in.  They are not permitted to touch you,
and must keep away from the dock, but they can look all they want and say
anything they want, as long as it is orderly.  A guard will remain to see
that nothing illegal occurs.

   "You will find that your discomfort will increase as the day wears on.
It is now just before eleven, and the day will become hotter, and so will
you.  You can expect to sweat a lot.  You will probably get very tired
standing, and anyone who wants to come can stand and look at your nude
bodies.  Your family members may come later and see you, but they cannot
help you in any way.  You will be left here for a minimum of three hours
today, if you cooperate well.  If you attempt to minimize your discomfort,
you will be left longer.  While you are here, you will be given no food,
but once an hour an attendant will give you two glasses of water, which you
can drink through a straw.  You are required to drink it, and in this heat
you should appreciate it.

   "You may be wondering what other discomforts await you.  There is one
more, which will not come from anything we do to you, but which will occur
naturally.  Both of you have stomachs full of water, and you will be given
more each hour.  You need not fear thirst.  You will sweat a lot, and you
should both be hoping to sweat as much as you can.  You will lose some of
the water you drank through sweat; but what you do not lose that way will
gradually move down in your body, from your stomach to a few inches below,
and when enough of it has moved, you will very much want to get rid of it.
After you have been here an hour, and after you drink your next glasses of
water, the attendant will allow you to relieve yourselves slightly - to the
extent of no more than half a pint for each of you.  He will hold a
measured container under you, between your legs, for this purpose, and he
will tell you when to stop.  This is a process that attracts a lot of
attention, and the crowd likes to watch it.  This is all the relief you are
allowed - other than a half pint an hour, which is considerably less than
the amount you will drink, you must hold your water.  If you let out any
water at any other time, or more than is allowed you- well, look at that
clean, dry, white sand on which you are standing.  If you get it wet at
all, we will replace it each time it happens, and add another two hours to
your exhibition time.  If you completely relieve yourself without
permission, at any time while you standing here, we will add another day to
your punishment so you can try again.  So figure it out; hold your water by
our rules and you are here only three hours; leak, and you may be here as
much as twelve- and we can add additional days if necessary.  If you do not
cooperate, you can be returned to the magistrate and will get the maximum
jail sentence.  Good luck!"

   The gate was shortly opened, and the crowd came in.  They were mostly
male, as expected, and they were orderly.  They approached as closely as
they were allowed to the two nude women.  Nancy noticed that her younger
companion got more of the attention - after all, who wants to look at a
naked woman over fifty with sagging breasts and a bulging stomach and
vein-lined legs when a twenty-something with a slender body is available.
Nancy noted, however, that the men who stood in front of her seemed to
focus mostly on her thick growth of pubic hair, a much richer patch than
that of the younger woman.

   Nancy shifted her weight as she could, and tried to make herself as
comfortable as possible.  As time passed, she noted that the bloated
feeling in her stomach seemed to have passed, so at least that was one
discomfort ceasing.  However, gradually she became aware of the one of
which Clarence had warned them - the water was indeed moving from her
stomach downward.  Already she was feeling a need to relieve her bladder.
She did some mental calculation; she had drunk something over two quarts of
water, and she knew her bladder couldn't hold that much, but hopefully it
would be a while before it passed through her and, anyway it was about
ninety degrees and she was sweating, so she would lose some of the water
that way.

   A clock was in the compound, in her view, and the two women watched it.
The other woman turned to Nancy and said "Well, forty five minutes are gone
- and gee, I don't know if I can last the next fifteen.  I don't see how a
woman your age can do it.  I feel like I'm about to burst, and it hurts
so-o-o bad.  Can you hold it?" "I'm trying", Nancy replied, "but its mighty
uncomfortable!"

   Chapter 3 Watching and Waiting

   Ralph, meanwhile, had been told by George Hamran that he would be
allowed to view his wife's punishment, as the sight was open to the public,
but that he wouldn't be allowed to touch her or aid her in any way.  He
might get close enough to talk to her, but that would be all the contact
allowed.  Photography, incidentally, would be forbidden.  He suggested
Ralph arrive at the location shortly before noon, and provided him
directions.

   Ralph followed the instructions.  At about 11:45, he arrived at a fenced
compound with an open gate, with a sign indicating this was the "Exhibition
Dock for Female Convicts".  A large crowd was inside and at the gate, and a
guard was checking people through the gate, a few at a time.  Ralph noted
that most of the crowd were male.  From his place outside the gate, he
could see that the compound contained a small raised shelter, on which two
figures appeared to be standing, arms partially extended.  He couldn't see
them clearly from his distance, but they appeared to be unclothed.  The
thought made him shudder.

   Ralph waited his turn in line, and was shortly admitted after being
quickly frisked and warned about photography or attempts to touch the
convicts.  He could try to talk to them, but only from a distance of
several feet.  As he approached the platform, he recognized his wife as one
of the two standing.  In a way, he thought, she was a sorry sight compared
to her usual well-groomed appearance.  She was absolutely naked, standing
with her arms chained in a slightly outstretched posture and her shackled
legs held about a foot apart.  Her shoulders and legs showed their usual
tan from outdoor activity, but her torso was almost white; he noted the
contrast.  Her whole body glistened from sweat in the heat of ninety-plus
degrees.  With her arms raised, he could see drops of perspiration in her
armpits, and he recalled that she had been warned not to use an
antiperspirant.  Her hair was a bit disheveled, but not badly.  Her
unsupported breasts drooped a bit, and swung from side to side as she
turned her body, but he noticed the nipples were erect.  Her patch of
public hair stood out noticeably, in contrast to the well trimmed patch of
her companion convict.  The hair did not hide her labia, slightly open from
her stance with legs apart, and just peeking through was the tip of her
obviously erect clitoris.

   After a few minutes, Ralph managed to work his way to the front row
facing Nancy.  He noticed that the biggest part of the crowd was drawn to
the younger woman, which made his approach easier.  Nancy spotted him at
once, and called to him.

   "Nancy!", Ralph returned, "this is unbelievable!  I never suspected they
would do anything like this to you!  What have you gone through?  What can
we do?"

   "You don't know what I'm going through, and there's nothing you can do
about it- I just have to get through it, and it will be over quicker if I
cooperate with them.  Believe me, I've learned that; but you don't know
what they're putting me through!  And I've got three days of it; more if
they think I'm giving them trouble!"

   "I can see what you're going through- stripped naked in front of this
crowd!  So this is what they meant by 'being exhibited' - I never guessed..
Did they strip you here?"

   "No - not here - but it might just as well have been here.  This
morning, I had to appear in a courtroom in my bra and panties; thank
heaven, not like this!  Then I had to leave even them at the station and
they drove us here.  Ralph, you don't know the half of it; the real torture
they're giving us you can't even see; but oboy, can I feel it!"

   "What have they done to you?  There was to be no permanent harm, and you
couldn't be beaten- "

   "Ralph, listen to me!  Before I left the station, they made me drink
over half a gallon of water.  My stomach was sloshing around as I walked.
They're going to make me drink more every hour.  And I'm not allowed to
pee, except for about a small glassful at the end of each hour.  If I leak,
they'll add two hours to the time I'm standing here.  That's what the white
sand is for - so they can tell if we cheat!  You can't see it, but I've got
one really full bladder that I'm trying to control - it's already stretched
so much it it's getting painful!  I'm trying, but I don't know if I can
hold it, and if I don't, I'll be here a lot longer!"

   Shortly after twelve, Clarence appeared at the gate and made his way up
to the platform.  He stood on the platform and approached Nancy.  "Mrs. 
Johnson", he began, "it's time for your drink and your allowed relief if
you need it.  But first, I need to check you to be sure you are reaching
the desired conditions.  Please hold still for a moment - I am not going to
touch your private parts, but I do need to feel the front of your abdomen
to check your discomfort level." With that remark, he placed his hand on
her abdominal region, just above her public hair, and pressed slightly. 
She grimaced visibly.  "Please don't push there" she said.

   Clarence smiled.  "I am required to check to see if the water is having
the proper effects.  You feel nice and full.  Are you?  " Nancy's response
was quick and pained, "very, very full - and please don't press on it". 
Clarence felt her abdominal region again, gently, and commented, "I expect
it is painful for you.  It is supposed to be.  It will probably do for
now."

   He moved to the other woman, and gave a similar check.  Nancy could hear
only part of his discussion with her, but it was obvious that she was
trying to convince him she was in serious pain.  He seemed satisfied,
motioned to a an attendant following him, but returned to Nancy.

   "Mrs.  Johnson, I realize you are feeling severe discomfort.  But I must
compare it to what we have experienced with others and insure your
treatment meets the standards of painful corporal punishment.  I just
checked the other woman, as you know.  She is a smaller woman, and her
bladder is smaller.  But it is harder than yours, and has expanded almost
to her navel.  It is no doubt causing her more pain.  Nevertheless, you are
an older woman, and you may have more difficulty in controlling an
overdistended bladder, if it does expand up to your navel.  But I must
compel you to try.  Because of these conditions, I am going to restrict
your relief to a quarter pint right now, and also require that you drink
three glasses instead of two.  In another hour, if you've hardened
adequately, I will allow you the normal relief."

   Nancy was considerably taken aback, although she realized Clarence was
doing his job as politely as he could.  She didn't think she could tolerate
more distention of her bladder, but clearly she was going to be forced to
try.  The attendant approached, carrying three glasses of water and a
straw. The straw was held to her lips, and, reluctantly, she began to take
in the liquid.  It seemed an eternity before she managed to empty all the
glasses, while her lower body squirmed in torture.  She desperately wished
she could at least put her legs together to help her hold back, or had a
free hand to clutch her lower body.

   When she was finished drinking, the attendant approached Veronica with a
plastic container, obviously a half pint capacity.  The crowd surged
forward to see her relieve herself, and Nancy dreaded the approaching
moment when they would be watching her attempt to perform this most
personal act.  The attendant emptied the container, then approached Nancy
with a container about half the size.  It looked to Nancy awfully small and
would give her little relief at all.  He simply held it under her, while
standing to one side so the crowd could have an unobstructed view.  "You
can let go," he said, " I will tell you when to stop.  I warn you, it won't
be much".  She tried to relax her sphincters, but it took a while before
her body would cooperate.  Finally a few drops appeared, then rapidly
becoming a strong stream of almost clear urine.  Almost immediately, the
attendant cried, "Stop!  Stop!  That's all you are allowed for now!".  With
a great effort she forced her muscles to close off the stream.  It seemed
to her that the process had afforded her not much relief at all - her
abdominal area still ached terribly.

   She looked around for Ralph, but the movement of the crowd had carried
him away from her, and she was not certain if he was still in the compound.
She gazed at those who were now closely inspecting her, and who had just
watched her limited urination.  There was a man therewith a small boy,
perhaps eight or nine, and she wondered that children were allowed to watch
this spectacle.  Evidently the man was the boy's father, she gathered as
she caught glimpses of their conversation.  From the words she picked up
and the gestures she saw, she gathered that the man had brought his son to
give him a lesson in female anatomy, with Nancy as the model.  She figured
out that they were discussing her pubic hair, and the boy wanted to know
why it wasn't turning grey, as was the hair on her head.  She had never
really thought about grey pubic hair.

   For a moment she was able to converse with the girl beside her, and
learned that she was being punished for petty theft - shoplifting.  Also,
she felt much better after being allowed her half pint relief, and felt she
could now go another hour, although her bladder was far from empty and
still very uncomfortable.  Nancy wished she could have had even that much
relief.  She wondered at her ability to achieve the level of discomfort
Clarence seemingly expected.

   It was hot.  Sweat streamed from both of them.  Nancy could smell the
sweat from her underarms and knew she wouldn't seem very nice to be close
to.  Her arms were tired.  Her midriff itched, and both legs had aching
muscles.  Her breasts felt strange from lack of support and from quivering
constantly with every movement.  At one point a fly sat on one nipple, and
she was unable to quickly dispatch it.  A man in the crowd pointed to it
with amusement.  There was at least an hour and a half to go.  Nancy's
discomfort was increasing as the the pain in her bladder returned with
greater severity.  She clenched her muscles to try to prevent even a drop
of leakage.

   Shortly before one o'clock, Clarence appeared again.  This time he
approached the girl first, asked her a few questions, briefly touched her
abdomen.  He moved to Nancy.  Without a word, he placed his hand on her
abdominal area, just below the navel, and pressed.  Nancy grimaced
noticeably.  He moved his hand down to the border of her pubic hair and
pressed again.

   "Well", he said, "you're making progress.  I bet you didn't know you
could stretch your insides that much.  It's getting close to your navel. 
I'll allow you your full half pint relief this time.  If you make it
through another hour without a leak, you will be through for this day. 
Before we take you down, though, if you make it, we'll let you empty your
bladder into a pitcher.  If we don't get at least a quart out of you then,
I'll have to increase your water dosage tomorrow.  My instructions are that
a woman of your size, to achieve the right pain level, should spend her
second day holding at least a quart inside her most of the time."

   Clarence left after this rather distressing announcement.  Ralph again
was able to approach Nancy, but not close enough to do much conversation.
Besides, Nancy really didn't feel like talking at that point.  Everything
hurt, especially her very painful bladder, which she dared not release. 
She writhed constantly, seeking some comfortable position, and none was to
be found.  She tried desperately to bring her legs together, straining
against the shackles.  She constantly twisted her upper body, causing her
breasts to swing and bounce.  She was sweating profusely.  Her arms were
tired, more than tired, and her muscles ached from their forced positions.
Her armpits stank, and she was aware of it.  Her hair was a mess.  Her feet
itched.  Flies and gnats sat on her from time to time, attracted by her
body odors and the sweat pouring out of her.

   Her own torment had gotten so bad she had become oblivious to the plight
of the girl chained with her.  Suddenly she turned, attracted by the sound
of the girl groaning audibly.  She began saying, "please - please - I've
got to pee, I can't hold it any longer, I don't care what do to me, I just
can't hold it" .  Seemingly she was expecting some response from the
attendant, but all she got was the attention of the crowd.  Nancy turned to
watch her, and, suddenly, a long, powerful stream of liquid shot out from
in front of her, which quickly turned into spray at various angles dousing
the front of the platform and even some of the crowd in front of her.  The
stream continued, becoming a real torrent, gradually soaking into the sand
as she finally emptied herself.  Other than the gleeful expressions on men
in the crowd, there seemed to be no official response.

   Nancy knew she was tempted to obtain release the same way.  Her body
hurt terribly, and her distended bladder was extremely painful.  As she
looked at the clock she knew had only twenty minutes to go.  She remembered
what Clarence had said about having to hold at least a quart, and she
really wondered how much she could have in her.  She had never thought of
trying to measure her bladder capacity, but she recalled reading that
adults usually could hold 400 - 600 ml, which would be a bit over a pint.
What would a quart feel like?  She hoped, indeed, that she was feeling it
now.  How could it be any worse?

   She watched the clock almost half-consciously.  Ralph was still around,
now watching his wife as she appeared in real agony.  He wondered how many
of the men watching knew how the women were being tortured, and if they
were aware of the water they had to drink before being exhibited.  He
suspected some knew, some did not.  He moved to the side of the platform,
and saw Nancy in profile.  For the first time, he noticed the significant
bulge in her abdominal region, the evidence of an overdistended bladder. 
He also noted how much more her pubic hair extended out as compared to the
younger woman, whose was obviously trimmed.  He noted the sweat pouring
down his wife's sides and over her hips.  He wished he could somehow help
her through this torture.

   Finally the clock moved to the end of the hour, and Clarence immediately
moved to see the girl.  He knew she had lost control, and told her she had
two more hours to serve.  In addition, she would have to be exhibited again
tomorrow as her extra day.  She was a bit irritated and incoherent, but he
left her in her position, as he motioned the attendant to bring her the
required water.  Nancy continued to writhe and now was moaning slightly
through clenched teeth.  He made her wait while the girl received her
water. Then he had the attendant bring a large calibrated pitcher which he
held under Nancy's genitals.  At this point a crowd of watchers drew to the
area in front of Nancy to watch the show.  He told Nancy, "you can let it
all go, now!".  Nancy hesitated not a second.  She begin to drip, then
produced a forceful stream.  She tried to remain still while the blessed
relief occurred.

   Men watched, almost in awe.  The force of her stream was great, and the
color almost clear, just a bit yellowish.  The attendant continued to hold
the pitcher as it filled.  Earlier, Nancy would have felt only humiliation
at having to urinate in public, but now she felt only relief.  As the pain
subsided, though, she began to flush with embarrassment as she saw the many
people watching her bladder empty.  It seemed to her the stream went on for
minutes, and then gradually it subsided.

   Clarence watched as the attendant held up the pitcher.  The contents
came to 31.5 ounces, just half an ounce short of a quart.  He pointed this
out to Nancy, still chained.  "You're just a bit short, but awfully close.
I'm sorry, but tomorrow we will have to increase your water intake to force
you to hold a little more.  But you're through for the day, which is more
than I can say for your companion.  We'll take you down, now."

   Nancy almost collapsed into the van, after was was released from her
shackles.  While the other prisoner remained chained to the dock, she was
driven back to the police station.  On arrival there, she was directed to a
small room with a barred door.  The room contained a cot, a table, a toilet
and sink.  "You will be here for the night.  A meal will be brought to you
later.  You may wear these, now".  He handed her the plastic bag which
contained her panties and bra.  "May I bathe?  I really need a bath or
shower - I'm so dirty!  And I really stink!" He shook his head.  "You may
wash yourself as you can in the sink.  We do not provide showers or baths.
After your release, in two days, you will leave and can clean up as you
wish.  Also, don't ask for a comb or any other articles.  Part of the
discomfort you are required to endure is limited bathing, and limited
grooming.  But you can sleep until morning.  Now, tomorrow, exhibition will
be in the afternoon, starting at one o'clock You will be given a breakfast
in the morning, and you will be allowed out in the fenced yard for exercise
for an hour.  It is visible to the public through the fence, and I can
allow you no clothing other than the undergarments you have.  At least you
will not be nude here.  You will get no lunch, tomorrow, though.  About
eleven we will start filling you with water, and I have to do a better job
of it than I did today.  Look, I am really sorry, for you seem to be a
decent woman who has just got herself into an unfortunate jam.  But
corporal punishment is what I am expected to do, and that requires
infliction of pain.  I have to try and get your bladder stretched more than
it was today, to increase the pain level.  You may not be able to hold that
much, and if you can't, then your time to be on the dock will simply be
increased.  You really have a choice - either try to endure more pain, or
choose to relieve yourself when it's unendurable and be resigned to
spending a lot more time chained there nude, in front of that crowd."

   "I'll try to endure more, but I don't know if I can", Nancy said
thoughtfully.  "But I have to try, because I simply can't take the
exhibition business any longer than I absolutely have to."

   Nancy was exhausted.  She was dirty, smelly, and her muscles ached.  She
tried to clean herself up as best she could in a small sink and with a
small bar of soap.  She tried to straighten out her hair with her hands.  A
fairly decent meal was brought her, and she fell asleep, exhausted and
aching.

   CHAPTER 4 The Second Day

   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 allow 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.k 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.

   CHAPTER 5

   The Third Day - School

   "Mrs.  Johnson!  Mrs.  Johnson!  Let's go.  We've got a different
program for you today!" She moved wearily, looking up at Clarence, standing
beside her cot.  What time was it?  She didn't know.  It was daylight, she
could see, but it seemed quite early.

   Clarence immediately enlightened her.  "It's six A.M.  I have a change
in program for you.  You're still going to be exhibited today, with the
required discomforts, but we're going to make it a bit different.  You
won't be going to the exhibition dock, and, at least part of time, you
won't be complaining about the heat.  Also, there might be some benefits
for you.  Interested?" He was smiling, but she knew by now that Clarence
was going to put her through suffering, anyway.  But, at least, he did it
in good spirits and he wasn't mean or nasty.  He was about as decent as a
man could be in this job, she reflected.  She glanced at her cot - now
dirty and stained from the contact with her body.  All the sweat and pain
and dirt, she thought, and I haven't had a bath in days.

   Clarence seemingly read her thoughts.  "Unless you object to what we've
planned for you today, you will at least get a bath out of it.  You know,
you're a mess, and if you don't mind my saying so, your body odor is
getting to be pretty strong stuff.  I could make you live in it another
day, you know."

   Nancy saw no point in argument.  She was feeling a bit hungry, and her
bladder was again calling for relief, still trying to get rid of
yesterday's water.  "Tell me what I have to look forward to, and let's get
about it", she said in resignation.

   Clarence explained.  "You're the only one on exhibition today.  Veronica
has to get to the magistrate today for her release hearing, since she
finished her punishment.  Frankly, I was hoping she'd be held over, in
which case I would have used her for this, because the school preferred a
younger person.  So you know you're second choice.  But at least it gets
you off the display on the hot dock."

   "School?  What school?" Nancy questioned.

   "The boys school here sometimes requests that we use a prisoner
undergoing exhibition and discomfort for a day, for their classes.  They
have us position the prisoner in the school, where she is exhibited in a
classroom to the boys, for their health and sex education classes.  They
use her as a model to explain to the boys female anatomy and some bodily
functions.  It's all done with an instructor who keeps the boys under
control.  The teacher is usually a woman and the boys in these classes run
about ten to twelve years old.  The don't give the teacher a hard time,
ordinarily, and are generally well behaved.  But they can be mighty
curious, in a class like this.  Such a class gives the boys a chance to
learn about girls directly, and ask questions they would be embarrassed
about elsewhere.  We will take you there, but we have a couple of small
problems for you, first."

   "Such as?"

   "First, you need a bath.  You're dirty, and you smell bad.  We have to
get you washed up so you will be acceptable in a classroom.  We'll let you
take a shower at the boys school, where they have a gym and showers.  But
you'll have to let a class of boys watch you.  Second, we have to bend the
'no touching' rule a little.  When you're on exhibit in front of the class,
the teacher wants to be allowed to let the boys touch you a little, very
gently, and under careful supervision.  The areas she wants to let them
touch are your breasts, and your abdomen - that's in and above your pubic
hair, but not your genitals, which they must be allowed to see, but not to
touch.:

   "And if I object?"

   "Then, back to the platform, the nasty men making bets on your bladder
capacity, the gnats, flies and heat.  And no bath.  And, I should tell you,
since we finished with Veronica, there will be no one to share the platform
with today, so if we go there, you will get all the attention."

   "OK, I'll buy the school deal.  I assume I still get the water
treatment. Will the boys know about it?  And will I have the chains?"

   "Since the school is outside the police enclosures, you will have to be
restrained all the time you are there.  I will take you in handcuffs, but I
will take them off once we shackle you.  For your shower, I will shackle
your legs while you wash, so you can use your arms.  For the classroom
exhibit, you will be loosely chained in a standing position.  The
classroom, though, will definitely not be hot, you will be relieved to
know. As for the water, you know I am obligated to keep you with an
extremely full bladder most of the time.  I'm not going to start that
before we get to the school, because I'm smart enough to know that you
might sneak some relief for yourself while in the shower.  At the school,
we will fill you up with water and I think the teacher will use that for a
class demonstration.  Also, at sometime she may use your allowed relief for
a demonstration of female urination for the boys.  However, I want you to
understand that your three hours of time today doesn't start until your
bladder is full enough to be hurting you to my satisfaction.  We may do
some things to speed up the effects, and make up for some of the
discomforts you are escaping, which you will see later.  And, yes, the boys
will be told that you are being punished, and that is why you are chained,
and also that part of your punishment is that your bladder is being kept
very full."

   "You've really aroused my curiosity.  I can hardly wait to see what
delightful experiences await me", she answered dryly.

   "Let's get ready.  We need to get there, and it's farther than
yesterday. My man is bringing a quick breakfast to the prep room, where you
were before.  Leave your pants and bra in here, and let's go!"

   She knew he wasn't going to avert his eyes, so she unhooked her bra and
slipped off panties, as we watched.  "May I be allowed a quick pee, or is
the holding torture starting already?" "I won't make you start before
breakfast, today at least.  A quick one, OK, right now.  But you won't get
another chance until you've met the pain requirements."

   She walked with him, completely unclothed and barefoot, to the prep
room, where she found her breakfast tray awaiting.  She was left alone for
a few minutes while she ate, then she was handcuffed with her hands behind
her, and taken to a police car, not the usual van.  She was placed in the
rear seat while Clarence and a second police officer took the front.  They
left the station and drove her through the streets.  Instinctively she
sought to cover her as people looked in at her as they passed through dense
traffic, but with hands cuffed behind her, she could not shield herself in
any way, and found herself on the receiving end of constant stares.

   At least she was not physically uncomfortable, a condition she was sure
would soon change.  After about half an hour, they drew up in front of a
building clearly labeled as "Hamilton Boys School".  She wondered what sort
of reception she would get.  The car pulled around to a building in the
rear, evidently a gymnasium.  They parked on a paved area adjoining. 
Outside were a number of young boys engaged in various sporting activities,
or simply hanging around.  She saw no adults.

   The door was opened, and she was ordered out.  A group of about twenty
boys gathered around.  She flushed, hesitant to step out, lacking even the
ability to use her hands for cover.  Roughly, Clarence instructed her to
get out, and go into the building.  One of the boys looked closely at her,
and asked "Are you our lesson for today?" At least, the word had got out-
she was expected.

   She was ushered into the gym, then across the large room to what must be
a shower room.  A number of boys gathered around, but they were quickly
ordered back.  Shortly, a woman appeared.  Evidently she was the teacher;
nicely dressed in shirt and slacks, hair in a pony tail, well groomed,
looking probably thirtyish.  She stopped and looked Nancy over rather
thoroughly.  She looked at Clarence, twitching her nose.  She didn't touch
or speak to Nancy.  "Is this what you're bringing us?  She's old, and she
stinks!  I though you had a young one.  What happened?"

   Clarence responded, "Alice, the younger one finished her sentence
yesterday.  This is Nancy Johnson, the only one we currently have on
exhibition.  She performed rather well at the platform, and I think you
will find quite cooperative.  She has been two days at the dock, and if you
gone through that, you'd need a bath and some clean-up too.  She's
fifty-four, and I know she has a few lumps and bulges and sags a bit, but
she looked quite nice when she came in - dressed well, groomed well.  I
think she'll make a good teaching model for you.  You can give the boys a
lecture while she showers, and then she'll look a bit better. .."

   Alice was impatient.  "I really don't care what see looked like in
clothes, we need her nude and I am only concerned with how her body will
appeal to the boys as lesson material.  She looks fairly relaxed - you
haven't started loading her up yet, have you?" "No, we'll do that after the
clean up.  I don't want to chance her getting sneaky and letting it out in
the shower.  I'll get her so she won't be relaxed, in the way we talked."
"Fine, let's get at it.  I'll get my boys in the shower to watch her.  I
hope she doesn't mind showing off a bit for them." Alice took Clarence
aside for some further discussion, and Nancy was taken to a spot under a
shower head.  Here the policeman produced about a two foot length of chain
attached to a cuff, and and placed the cuff on Nancy's ankle, locking it.
The other end of the chain was locked to a vertical water pipe under the
shower head.  He then uncuffed her hands.  She was now able to move under
the shower, but only to the length of the chain.

   In a few moments, Alice came back and looked at Nancy.  "All right,
you'll have to do, even if you're old enough to be their grandmother. 
Look, the object of the lesson is to teach the boys something about female
anatomy, so you will now wash yourself as I instruct you, and while the
boys, of which I have twenty two, will stand around you and watch. 
Usually, the boys are undressing in here, but today they will not be
changing their clothes, just watching you.  Now, as I call them, take some
of the soap, and boy do you need it, and turn on the water.  Get it to a
comfortable temperature, because you'll be under it for awhile." Nancy did
as instructed.  By the time she had finished, twenty-odd boys were
standing, or sitting, in a semicircle around her, backed up above six feet
or so, just out of range of the shower water.  Their eyes were like
saucers, and they were looking her over intently.  Alice began her lecture,
using a pointer to indicate parts of Nancy's physical structure.  She
instructed Nancy to stand her the water, letting it pour over hair and down
over her body.  She was instructed to soap her hair, always keeping her
hands lifted over her shoulders.  While she did this, Alice delivered a
lecture to the boys about female breasts.  The process continued downward
over her body, as she was instructed to wash various parts.  Somewhere in
the process, Nancy tried to inconspicuously pee slightly, so as to relieve
herself while the water camouflaged her activity.

   She must have spent twenty minutes under the shower in this fashion,
when finally she and Alice agreed she had been adequately washed.  The
water was shut off.  Nancy stood, still shackled, under the shower head,
her hair, sopping wet, hanging down randomly.  Alice produced a comb for
her, and told her to tidy up her hair.  Nancy quickly complied.  The
shackle was removed, and her hands were again cuffed behind her.  "Don't I
get to dry myself?  " Nancy asked, seeing no towel and wondering how she
would handle one with cuffed hands.  "Do you feel better?" Alice politely
inquired.  "Yes, definitely" Nancy replied.  "Well, I think that will be
taken care of quickly", was Alice's retort.

   Alice led the boys toward the door and ordered Nancy to follow.  She was
soaking wet from the shower, and water dripped from her as she walked.  The
group moved across the gym and into a building adjoining, where she was
taken into a large classroom.  It was big enough to hold fifty or more
students, for whom chairs were arranged, all in a semicircle around an
elevated platform about a foot high, at the back of which stood a large
post, about six feet high.  Steel rings were in evidence about the
periphery of the platform and on the top of the post.  It took no
imagination for Nancy to conceive where she would be placed.

   The room was well lit with fluorescent lights, and a spotlight was
positioned where it could be turned on the platform.  But, literally, the
most chilling aspect of the room was its temperature.  It was air
conditioned, and the temperature was turned quite low.  Nancy, her wet body
dripping heavily, immediately felt the cool air.

   She was not immediately placed in the position she expected, on the
platform.  Instead, her hands were released, and one wrist was extended and
cuffed to a ring on the post.  She was standing, facing the class, the
cuffed arm extended, but otherwise unfettered.

   Alice addressed the class.  "As you know, Mrs.  Johnson is being
punished for something she did.  While she is our visual aid for teaching
today, she is also going to be the object a teaching lesson related to the
stomach and urinary system, which we have been studying about.." She
proceeded for several minutes to review the working of the digestive tract,
in how food and drink passes through the body.  She then expanded a bit on
the function of the kidneys in removing excess water, and where it went. 
She asked a question, "If we drink a very large amount of water, what is
the effect on the kidneys?" After getting some satisfactory answers, she
went to the function of the bladder.  She asked a student to go to Mrs. 
Johnson and point to the areas that contained her stomach, her kidneys, and
her bladder.  When he had done this, he was told to gently push on her
abdomen and try to feel her bladder.  Nancy winced at this, but he was
gentle.  Alice allowed several boys to try, and none were sure they could
feel it.  "That is because Mrs.  Johnson's bladder is empty, and lying
collapsed at the floor of her pelvis (she indicated the area with her
pointer).  In fact, I suspect she emptied it during the shower, and we
didn't notice....  is that so, Mrs.  Johnson?"

   Nancy nodded meekly, not wanted to answer audibly.  Alice continued, "I
expected her to do that, because she knew what was coming.  Now, boys, what
will happen if Mrs.  Johnson drinks a lot of water?  I mean, really a lot?"
A boy replied, "Her kidneys will strain it out, and put it in her bladder."
Another piped up, "and she'll want to go to the bathroom!" After listening
to several such comments, Alice continued, "Well, let's see what happens. I
have here a gallon of cold water in two pitchers.  Let's get that into her
stomach, and see how long it takes to have an effect on her bladder.  And,
Billy, you're right, after a while she will want to go to the bathroom -
really, to urinate - let's use the right words - but because she's being
punished, she won't be allowed to for quite a while.  So her bladder will
just have to stretch to hold the water her kidneys send into it."

   Alice allowed a few questions from the boys, then said, "While Mrs. 
Johnson is filling herself with water, I will let you find out what a
woman's breasts feel like.  I explained that they are part muscle and part
glandular tissue, with no bones in them.  As a woman gets older, they often
sag a bit from their weight and because the lady's muscles may become
weaker.  You will see that hers are sagging a little, and you can't see
under them easily.  I'm going to allow each of you to go up to her, very
gently touch one of her breasts, to see how it feels.  You may lift it, and
then move it a little side to side, so you can see how flexible it is."
With that, the boys came forward, quite eagerly, and one at a time
performed the examination.  Nancy felt humiliated and embarrassed, but she
feared to say anything - she had agreed to allow the touching.  Alice also
encouraged the boys to feel her stomach and abdomen, and comment on how
these parts felt to them.  As her stomach filled, some of the boys could
feel it expand.

   Apart from being felt by the boys, Nancy was experiencing a new
discomfort.  She was cold.  The air conditioning was quite cool on her damp
body, and she was filling herself with a huge amount of chilled water.  She
mentioned to Alice, "I'm cold - really!  I know you won't allow me any
clothes, but could the room be a little warmer?  I'm feeling chilled!"

   "Really?" Alice answered, somewhat mockingly.  "And did we promise to
keep you comfortable?  I'm quite warm enough, thank you.  And finish the
water." "But you're fully dressed, and I'm - well, I'm..." "You're quite
naked, and you are going to stay that way, for your own punishment and the
education of the boys.  As for being cold, would you rather be sweating on
the dock outside, like you were yesterday?  we don't want you to sweat -
you lose water that way.  Right now, we want all that water you're taking
in to go through your kidneys, not your sweat glands."

   Nancy tried hard to finish the water.  Alice made her jump and twist,
while the boys took turns listening to her stomach with their ears pressed
against it, to hear the sounds of the water gurgling and moving around. 
Many of them seemed amused by it.  Nancy looked at the classroom clock,
which now showed almost eight thirty.  She had managed to down the first
pitcher of water and half of the second, and her stomach was noticeably
distended, and she felt the uncomfortable fullness.  "I can't drink any
more.  I'm completely full," she told Alice.  She got a cold response,
"you've got almost a quart to go.  But we have time.  And it's time to
change your position".

   She was led up the platform and made to stand on it, her back to the
post.  Her handcuffs were unlocked, her hands positioned around the post
behind her, then locked on her wrists again.  Now she was effectively
fastened to the post; and she could move her legs, or more her body up or
down, but she could not move away from the post.  Also, she could not use
her hands.

   She had dried off a bit, and, while still cold and having noticeable
goose bumps, the cold was no longer a major discomfort.  Her body was
warming the cold water in her distended stomach, and she wondered how she
was expected to drink more water with her hands cuffed behind her.

   Her question was answered, when one of the boys held the pitcher up to
her, with a bent straw in it, which Alice slipped into her mouth.  "Finish
it" was the command.  The boys watched as the water slowly passed into her.
Meanwhile, Alice kept up a running commentary on how her stomach
functioned. Suddenly, she turned to the class.  "This lady's bladder was so
empty you couldn't feel it half an hour ago.  See who can feel it now!"
Several boys tried, observing that they could, indeed, feel a fullness in
her lower abdomen.  Alice questioned them about kidney function and the
urinary system.  One boy promptly asked, "When will she let it out?  Can we
see her do it?" There was a chorus of other questions.  Another asked,
"When it comes out, where will it come from?  I can't see the hole where
her pee - I mean her urine - comes out".

   By nine, Alice had managed to finish the water.  Her stomach felt
terribly bloated, and now her bladder felt full, too.  She knew it was
useless to ask to relieve herself, but she soon commented quite loudly,
"That boy was right - I really would like to go to the bathroom." Alice
responded, asking the boys if any had been in a situation where they needed
to urinate but couldn't do so.  Several minutes passed while several boys
recited such events.  Alice told a story on herself, about traveling in a
car, when there was no rest stop available.  Nancy's discomfort was just
getting worse, as she listened.  Alice asked the class, "How did you feel,
when you had a very full bladder and you just had to hold it?  I'll bet it
hurt, didn't it?" Several boys agreed.  "How do think this lady's bladder
feels, now?  And, remember, she's not allowed to empty it - right now, she
doesn't know what's coming next, but she knows she has to just keep on
holding it.  Do you think it's hurting her?  Nancy, tell them how it
feels."

   Nancy, feeling growing discomfort turning to pain, tried to explain her
feelings to the class.  Having to do this just added, of course, to the
embarrassment.

   Soon, Clarence came into the room, announcing he had to check her.  He
felt her abdomen, as many of the boys had, and told Alice, "she's filling
nicely, and I'm going to consider that her three hours of discomfort start
now, but she can hold a lot more.  She did yesterday.  How much did you put
in her?" "A full gallon - she wasn't enthusiastic!  And she complains of
the cold, so she's not sweating.  Can I do a urination demo for the boys in
a few minutes?  She'll fill up again, fast, and I only need to let her pee
a little bit, so the boys can see.  OK?"

   Clarence agreed, Nancy was pleased to hear.  Alice lectured the boys on
how women urinate, and why they usually did so seated instead of standing.
She said, "We can't allow her to sit, but I will let her squat, like women
usually do outdoors, and you can all watch her urinate a little bit.  " She
made Nancy squat as she was able, her back straight against the post, and
positioned her legs as wide as Nancy could get them.  A dishpan-type
receptacle was found, and placed under her.  The boys crowded around. 
Nancy was told to urinate, and be ready to stop on command.  She let go,
and the boys watched, eyes glued to Nancy's genital area.  Alice let them
watch for about ten seconds, then commended Nancy to stop and stand up.  Of
course, she had to gradually work her way up the post, cuffed as she was,
but managed.  Her bladder felt a bit better, still quite uncomfortable.

   The class changed, and a new group of boys brought in, about the same
number.  Again, Alice delivered a lecture on female anatomy, and again the
boys were allowed to approach Nancy, gently feeling her breasts, stomach,
and abdomen.  Again, Alice explained the process to which Nancy had been
subjected, and invited the boys to feel her distended bladder.  After about
half an hour, she was again required to give a urination demonstration,
limited to about ten seconds.

   It was now nearly eleven o'clock, and Nancy was now in severe pain. 
While Clarence had begun her timing for discomfort at nine, she now hadn't
emptied herself for three hours, except for two ten second discharges. 
Clarence checked her again, before the next class started.  He arranged for
her to be made to stand, and her hands were uncuffed, but then she was
cuffed to the rings at the top of the post, so she had to stand with her
arms behind her head, in a posture which compelled her to stand fully
erect. Because was both cold and suffering severe abdominal stress, she was
trying to stand with her legs together, a posture which Clarence adjusted
by fastening her legs to the platform rings, holding them spread apart. 
She was in a most uncomfortable posture, but her body was ideally exposed
for Alice's teaching.  Alice presented her anatomy lesson to the next group
of boys.

   Nancy was oblivious to the boys, to Alice, to everything except the
aching, piercing pain in the abdomen from her vastly overstretched bladder.
This was, indeed, the worst it had been so far!  She wasn't sweating out
the water, the relief she had been allowed was little, and it was two hours
after she had consumed a gallon of water.  Then, in the middle of Alice's
lecture, she called out, "You've got to let me pee!  I'm starting to leak,
and I can't hold it any longer - not any longer at all!" Her distress was
real, and she was trying with all her might to clench her muscles tightly
around her urethra to stop the leakage she was feeling, but the internal
pressure was just too great.  Tears streamed down her face, as she suffered
the emotional impact of a failure, that she feared might subject her to
another day of exhibition - in the horrid dock, yet!

   Alice looked at her lower body, with something approaching contempt, and
addressed the boys.  "It looks as though she can't hold it any longer, so
she's probably going to receive an extension on her punishment.  You can
see what happens when her muscles tire out, and...., well, get a good look
at how a woman pees involuntarily when she's trying to hold."

   Alice placed a pan under Nancy to catch the dripping, then told her,
"Well, you didn't manage to hold it completely.  If you only leak a little,
you'll get only a few hours extension.  I'm calling Clarence- if I find a
quart of water in that pan, I'm sure he'll give you another day on the
post! I I really didn't think a woman as old as you could pass the test.!"

   A few minutes later, with the class eagerly watching the dripping and
observing her contorted expressions and muscular straining, Clarence
returned.  He looked at Nancy, sadly shaking his head.  "Sorry, Mrs. 
Johnson, but I'll have to give you extended time.  Look, I know you're
hurting pretty bad, but if you just keep on leaking a little, like you are
now, I'll only give you two extra hours today.  Alice, do you need another
short pee demonstration?" Alice shook her head, but the boys obviously
wanted it.  "Mrs.  Johnson, you're just leaking in spurts.  I 'm going to
allow you a fifteen second time to relieve yourself so the boys can get a
good look.  If you can stop it after that, you'll only get a two hour
extension."

   Nancy tried to release herself.  Her muscles were so tensed with the
tight clenching she had been doing, though, they wouldn't quickly relax. 
She really couldn't get her bladder to cooperate and start relieving
itself, except for the occasional small spurt.  She tried pushing as hard
as she could, but it just didn't work.  Clarence was watching his watch. 
"Mrs.  Johnson, I gave you fifteen seconds, and you haven't really started,
but you are leaking.  You have to either to get started or we drop the
idea. I'll give you two minutes to get going, because I realize you are
having trouble."

   Alice and the boys were enjoying this immensely.  Alice was straining as
hard to release her urine as she had been to hold it.  Suddenly her stream
started - she was now pushing as hard as she could to get as much as
possible out in the fifteen seconds allowed her.  A torrent poured forth,
splashing all over the pan and the platform.

   The fifteen seconds passed rapidly; Nancy was given a countdown, and
managed to stop, with great effort, and just a few seconds late.  The pan
was removed, and Nancy was told to stand there as the lesson was resumed.
No one offered to wipe her, and urine drops were left on her legs and
bottom, even on her feet.  Somehow, she endured the rest of the time, until
twelve.  Clarence appeared, as Alice dismissed the class and the last group
of boys left reluctantly.

   He took her off the platform, hands cuffed behind her, as she asked? 
"What next?  Do I really get two more hours of being displayed like a piece
of meat?" Clarence didn't answer immediately.  He felt her abdomen,
checking her bladder.  "It should still be hurting you a bit", he
announced, quite unnecessarily.  "I'd like to take you for pee
demonstrations on the playground, but it would relieve you too much.  I'm
sorry, but I really have no choice but to take you to the Exhibition Dock
for an hour.  I think all of us would like to get this over as soon as
possible."

   He walked her across the playground to the car, followed closely by
crowd of watching boys.  She was ushered into the car, and they drove from
the school.

   The drive took a while, and her bladder was more and more painful.  She
had been holding her urine so much in the last couple of days she was
beginning to worry that she might be doing herself some internal harm.  She
asked, even begged, Clarence to allow her to relieve herself, even
slightly, pointing out that even in the dock, she had been allowed a small
amount of relief every hour.  Finally, he relented, "but you will have to
do it here and now!" he snapped, impatiently.  The car pulled up to a curb
in a busy part of town.  He opened the door, took her out, stark naked, and
told her she had twenty seconds to get as much relief as she could.

   She stood, unclad and barefoot, on the hot pavement beside the car,
while numerous bystanders gawked at the sight.  The hot street hurt her
feet, and she shifted rapidly from one foot to the other.  She tried to
squat, as best she could with the handcuffs holding her hands, and urinated
a forceful stream into the gutter.  After a few seconds, Clarence commended
her to stop, which she did painfully, and returned to the car.

   The relief did not end her internal discomfort, as the pressure was
still hurting.  She sat and rode for another twenty minutes or so, until
they arrived at the dreaded dock.  The policemen unlocked the gate, and
they drove inside.  Outside, a small group of men, unaware that an
exhibition would take place today, began to turn and look through the
fence.

   Nancy was taken from the car.  Before mounting the platform, Clarence
unfastened her handcuffs and presented her with a plastic container of
water.  "This is one quart, and you are to drink it now.  I won't make you
drink more.  Just remember, you are not to urinate a drop in the next hour
or you get a time extension.  And I am going to lock you into a rather
uncomfortable position, so you will feel the required discomfort." Nancy
was apprehensive, but gulped down the water, thankful that it was her last.

   She was stood on the platform, and the shackles attached to her wrists
and ankles.  She found out quickly what Clarence meant; her legs were
spread widely apart, and the chains locked to her her in that posture. 
Then her two hands were lifted above her head, and locked to the attach
points above her.  Clarence inspected his handwork, then signaled for the
gate to be opened and the spectators admitted.

   A fairly small group of men, about fifteen, came into the compound, and
stood around the platform, on which Nancy was now the sole bit of
exhibition.  Obviously, as this event was unscheduled and unadvertised, the
number available to watch was small, and that lessened some her
humiliation. They stood and looked, moving to get the best view, often
stooping to look up between her widely separated legs.

   The position was cramped, and her leg muscles began to hurt.  Her
bladder was already painful, and she was starting to sweat profusely in the
heat.  She could shift some of her body weight to her arms, at least, and
used this method to lessen the load on her cramped legs.  Could she last an
hour?  It didn't sound so long, but every minute was becoming torture.  She
wondered if Ralph knew what she was being subject to, today.

   She watched the clock.  The minutes slowly passed.  She tried to hold
herself up partly with her arms, and clenched her abdominal muscles to
restrain her bladder.

   Finally, the minute hand reached the end of the hour.  Clarence stood
by, plastic container in hand.  As she squirmed tortuously through her
final moments, he held the container under her, and then announced, "Time's
up!  You can let it go, now.  Let's see what you have been holding!"

   Again it took her almost two minutes to relax her clenched sphincters
enough to permit the flow to begin.  The onlookers watched eagerly as her
stream commenced.  What would have caused her profound embarrassment a
couple of days ago, now mean only a blessed relief.  She pushed her stream
as hard as she could.  The men just stared.

   At length Clarence declared, "Well, you're getting better.  You've
filled this one, let me empty it and get another.  Now stop your water.."
She labored to cut off the stream, while a new container was obtained. 
Finally she was allowed to release her flow again, and she eagerly did so.
The stream slowed and stopped.  Clarence waited a moment.  "More?" He asked
her.  "Yes - a little more - just a moment.." After a bit of hesitation,
the stream started again, became strong, then stopped finally.

   Clarence checked the measurements.  "Thirty nine ounces.  Not quite as
much as you held yesterday, but it will make the grade.  I think you're
finished.  Sorry?" She smiled with relief, as the locks were unfastened. 
With her legs feeling cramps and her arms exhausted and numb, she was
helped to the car, and collapsed in the rear seat.

   She closed her eyes in relief.  Oblivious to the stares that came
through the window, she rode back to the police station.  As they arrived,
she became very much aware that all of the water had not left her, and she
again felt a need for relief.  She was taken to the prep room, and told to
sit.  "May I relieve myself?  I have finished my punishment!" she
requested. "Just a few minutes", Clarence told her.  "I am prepared to
certify that you have met the punishment requirements.  But your sentence
included something else - you are a foreigner, and the agreement for
corporal punishment specified that you would leave immediately upon
release. I cannot release you tonight.  You must go for a hearing before
the magistrate in the morning, at which time he will approve the
arrangements for your deportation, which I assume your husband has arranged
for tomorrow; and, if so, you can be released then!  In the meantime, you
will remain here, as you were last night.  In the morning, you will be
taken to the magistrate at ten o'clock."

   "May I have my clothes?"

   "You may have your underwear, when you go to your room.  It is up to the
magistrate to decide what to do in the morning."

   Nancy, chagrined at spending another night incarcerated, considered that
she would again be brought into a public courtroom, before the magistrate
and a crowd of people, her husband and her attorney, wearing just her
underwear.

   She returned to her assigned room.  She used the toilet to relieve her
urinary distress, then she started to put on her underwear, but reflected
that it badly needed washing.  She decided to wash her bra and panties in
the sink using the bar of soap given her.  She spread them on the table to
dry, and then washed herself as best she could.

   Later, her meal arrived.  She ate it naked, no longer caring that the
man who brought it could see her body.  She flopped on the cot and was
quickly asleep.

   CHAPTER 6 The Last Day

   Midnight arrived.  Her door opened.  A police officer entered, one she
had not met before.  She sat upright, tried to cover herself upon realizing
she was naked.  He addressed her, "I have orders to move you to another
room until morning.  Take your.....  clothes......  and come with me." She
grabbed her still damp panties and bra, and, holding them in front of her,
started to follow.  He stopped her.  "I suggest you use the toilet first.
You will likely regret it if you don't!" Nancy as was taken aback at this
new indignity.  However, she had come too far to risk further punishment
now.  She sat on the toilet and urinated, profusely, as she recognized the
amount of water that had still been in her body.

   The officer took her to another room.  It was smaller than the one she
had been using, with a small barred window and a cot.  There was no sink,
no toilet, and no table.  He left her there, and locked the barred door.

   She draped her damp underwear on the foot of the cot, and lay prone on
it, uncovered.  What can they still do to me, she thought.

   Morning came.  No one came to attend to her, though she was aware of
traffic in the hall.  Once or twice, someone in the hall peered into her
room, looking at her naked form, still prone on the cot.

   Finally, a familiar voice came to her, with the unlocking of the door.
Clarence slipped inside.

   "Are you ready for your final day?"

   "I suppose.  But why was I moved?  And why am I in this room without a
toilet?  May I please be allowed to use one?" she asked, as she slipped on
her panties and bra.

   "You will go the magistrate's hearing at ten.  That a little over an
hour from now.  In the meantime, we will give you some breakfast.  When you
go to the hearing, the magistrate will establish the arrangements for your
deportation, which you will need to accept, as will your husband and
attorney.  The magistrate gave orders as to how your are to appear, which
is the reason for your room change."

   "Why did he want my room changed?"

   "The magistrate expects you to cooperate with the arrangements.  He
sometimes finds foreigners argue about these things, and he doesn't like
arguments.  He wants you in a mood to cooperate, and that is why these
changes.  "

   "I don't see what this has to do with my room - the other one was
better..."

   "The magistrate has ordered that you not be allowed to urinate after
midnight, until the hearing is over.  He assumes you will have a full
bladder, which you should be used to by now.  You will be taken in
handcuffs, as you are still a prisoner.  And you are to be allowed only one
piece of clothing, in this case your bra, for the hearing.  I will handcuff
your hands in front of you and you will hold your hands in front of your
lower body to cover your private parts.  The magistrate feels that if you
are in this condition, you will be more cooperative and the hearing will be
over quickly".

   Nancy handled her breakfast tray well, despite her growing discomfort.
She felt humiliated, especially knowing that her husband and her attorney
would see her appear in court wearing only a bra, and suffering discomfort
which they might be unaware of.

   The appointed time came.  She was taken into the court room, exposed to
the stares of a crowd of people.  She walked in, holding her cuffed hands
in front of her pubic region, her bare hips exposed to the numerous on
lookers.  Ralph and the attorney came up beside her, Ralph with a stunned
expression.  The attorney immediately began to protest her almost totally
unclothed appearance and began a lengthy argument for her release.  Both he
and Ralph explained to the judge that they held tickets for Ralph and Nancy
on a plane to depart at 4 o‡lock that afternoon, and asked for her release
into Ralph's custody until that time.  Nancy heard only part of the
discussion, distracted as she was by her internal discomfort and her
attempts to cover her private area with her handcuffed hands.

   After some legal motions and discussion, the magistrate seemingly tired
of the proceedings, which he hastily brought to an conclusion.  He
announced, "The prisoner is to be deported this afternoon on the four
o‡lock flight, for which her husband has made arrangements.  She will
remain in custody until that time.  Her clothing and any other belongings
are to be released to her husband immediately after this hearing.  She is
to be taken to the airport in police custody, where she is to be released
only when she is at the aircraft boarding location and a boarding pass for
her has been produced.  Since she has completed her punishment
requirements, further discomfort will not be inflicted upon her, and she is
to be allowed to relieve herself when the hearing is over - but only once,
until she released from custody.  This matter is now concluded!" He waved
them from the room.

   Back in the prep room, Nancy stood, still in only a bra, with the police
officer, her attorney, and Ralph.  Clarence escorted her to the women's
toilet, and waited outside the door while she attended to her now urgent
needs, though with some difficulty since her hands were still in handcuffs.
After she was brought back to the room, Clarence unlocked her hands, and
told her to take off her bra and give it to Ralph.  In utter humiliation,
Nancy removed her last garment as directed, and handed it to her husband,
now standing nude in front of the three men.

   Clarence allowed her short embrace with Ralph, before he and George, the
attorney, were taken from the room.  "See you at the airport--" was Ralph's
last, forced cheerful, reply.

   Clarence took Nancy back to the room in which she been held that
morning. He told her she would remain there, naked, with no access to a
toilet, but would be given a lunch later.  She would, he assured her, be
taken to the airport when the time came.

   Periodically, persons passing in the hall would stop to look at her
through the barred door.  She hardly tried to cover herself, now, becoming
somewhat hardened to the constant display of her unclad body.  She received
her lunch, ate and drank, and waited for the time of her promised
departure.

   As time passed, she again was feeling the pressure in her bladder, which
she knew she could not relieve.  It was becoming quite uncomfortable about
half past two, when Clarence and another policeman appeared at her door and
unlocked it.  "Come", Clarence bade her, and handcuffed her hands behind
her.  They then escorted her.  barefoot and nude, through the police
station, and to a car waiting outside.  She was ushered in, and driven to
the airport.

   The police car was driven through the airport's secure areas, and then
stopped while Clarence and and accompanying officer handled paperwork with
airport officials.  Nancy was left in back seat of the car, attracting
stares of workers.  Eventually, Clarence and his companion returned, and
she was driven to the ramp side of the airport, a short distance from a
waiting aircraft.  She could see people boarding.  "When do I get my
clothes back?" Nancy asked, in an irritated voice.

   "When you are aboard, if your husband has them with him", was the
answer. Nancy found it hard to believe that she would expected to walk up
the steps to the airplane naked, but gradually it sank into her that this
indeed the final indignity they intended to impose upon her.

   Finally, she saw Ralph walk up the aircraft steps, and enter the
airplane.  Clarence went over to the aircraft, picked up a card from Ralph
inside, then returned to the car.  "Time to say good-by, Mrs.  Johnson", he
said, opening the door.

   Nancy stepped out, eager to be away from this place, horrified by her
nude condition in such a public place, and feeling increasing pain from her
distended bladder.  She stepped from the car, feeling the hot pavement on
her bare feet.  Still handcuffed, she started to walk toward the steps,
hardly aware of eyes focusing upon her from all sides.  She spotted a
drainage grill in the ramp area, in front of her.  In a desperate measure,
she stopped, squatted over it, and began a torrential urination.  Clarence
gave her a few seconds, then roughly took her arm, lifted her up, and
propelled her towards the aircraft steps.

   The passengers inside had a startling view.  They could see a naked,
plumpish middle-aged woman being pulled toward the aircraft, hands cuffed
behind her, urine streaming from her crotch and leaving a wet trail behind
her as she moved to the steps.  At the foot of the steps, Clarence removed
her handcuffs, glancing at the liquid still pouring from her.

   Avoiding all eye contact, she climbed up the steps, finally stopping her
water half way up.  She moved inside the door, aware of a female flight
attendant looking at her, almost in unbelief.  But, to her great relief,
Ralph was standing at the door, with her clothes hanging over his arm.  He
greeted her enthusiastically, and she broke his embrace quickly to snap on
her bra and pull on her underpants, then, a bit more slowly, she donned her
blouse and skirt.  Ralph escorted her to a passenger seat.  From under the
seat, he produced her shoes.  She smiled.  Outside, she saw Clarence and
the police car awaiting the departure.

   The door was closed, and the flight departed.  As they climbed into the
air, she sagged into the seat next to Ralph, trying to erase the ordeal
from her mind.  Free at least.  The attendant offered drinks, for which she
was grateful.  But shortly, a familiar discomfort returned to her.  She
felt the demands of her bladder, still not completely relieved.  She spoke
to Ralph, "Let me out - I need to use the lavatory before the meal
service."

   Ralph looked at the flight attendant, now with a serving cart in the
aisle.  "Not now", he replied.  "Wait until after dinner".  Then he added,
thoughtfully, "I know you can hold it!".

   Nancy gave him a wry smile.



   END