Francine - Part 7
by Dr. Phil
Francine sobbed with shame. Her teeth chattered with the need to relieve
herself. "PLEASE Mr. Palmer. PLEASE!!!"
The crowd was buzzing and cheering. Girls were laughing. Boys were looking
wistfully, poking each other in the ribs and pointing. Women were outraged. Men,
for the most part, just licked their lips and stared at the spectacle before
them.
"No Francine. Not yet..."
Francine's bodily need was taking control of her. She couldn't stop the
clenching and rotating of her bottom as she tried to think of something,
anything, to get her mind off the need to relieve her bladder. She saw The
Executioner approaching her with a large cup.
"Here Francine, I want you to drink all of this down."
"Wha-what is it?" Francine asked incredulously.
"It's water, Francine. You're going to be out here in the hot sun all day and
I don't want you dehydrating. The fluid in your bowels isn't helping the rest of
your body now. You need to be drinking water all day long so you won't get
sick."
"No! No.. please Mr. Palmer! I have to go so bad now. That will only make it
worse! Please, let me go and relieve myself and then I'll drink the water! I'll
come back! I promise! Please!"
The Executioner looked Francine in the eyes. His piercing gaze seemed to look
directly into her soul. He shook his head sadly and sighed:
"You still don't understand, do you Francine? I'm not letting you down at
all. When you `relieve yourself', you'll do it right here, in front of
everyone."
Francine gasped! Her mouth hung open. He couldn't be..no not possible.. he was
just...
"Yes Francine. You shouldn't be so shocked. Did you really think that I would
spare you this exposure? The judge said that you were to be displayed naked,
like an animal... a very lovely and exciting little naked animal." He spoke that
last phrase softly and wistfully, relishing the words. "No, Francine, when I
choose to let you relieve yourself it will be right here in front of the whole
town. And you had better not do it before I give you permission. That's part of
the punishment. Part of the humiliation. I control when you can relieve
yourself. You will continue to hold it. Continue to squirm and wiggle and
shake. See how they're loving it? They think you're aroused! Ha! Do you want to
yell out to them what the problem really is? No, I don't think so. So drink
this down now and continue to wiggle for us. If you don't, I'll hold your nose
and force you to drink it anyway and then you'll dance and jiggle into the
afternoon! If you relieve yourself before I give you permission I will add one
more day to your sentence!"
Francine just broke down and sobbed. The Executioner tilted her head back
slightly and brought the cup to her lips. Slowly Francine began gulping the
water. It tasted good. The Executioner gently stroked her hair as she drank it
all down. She stared up at him with pleading eyes as he backed away and stood,
watching her.
Whether it was the water having an immediate effect, or her subconscious
taking part in her humiliation, but Francine's need suddenly grew. People
noticed and began yelling and cheering as she redoubled her bottom-clenching and
shaking. She swung her clenched hips around in circles, stopping occasionally so
her whole body shook. Her breasts jiggled up and down and began bumping into
each other. The people closest to her could hear her moaning the single word
"Please!" over and over as she squirmed. She saw them all mocking her through
tear-glazed eyes. Right up front she could see Josephine shaking her closed fist
at her and angrily shouting "Whore!" Fred was staring trance-like at her, his
jaw hanging slack and his big eyes never wavering from the glorious sight
presented to them.
On and on it went! From minute to minute she couldn't believe that she could
hold on, but somehow she did. The Executioner just stood there, occasionally
looking at his pocketwatch.
They locked eyes for a moment and he silently mouthed the words "Only ten more
minutes" at her. That did it. It's odd how knowing that relief is close can
make the need even more urgent. The crowd, still unknowing the true nature of
the drama being played out before them, moved closer in curiosity as her
twisting grew more pronounced. A few of them began to guess, in horror, at what
the real problem was, but it was too late!
An animalistic groan escaped from her throat as every muscle in her body
tensed. She leaned forward and suddenly a stream burst forward from her wide
open vagina. "Oh No!!!" she heard herself yell as she realized she had lost it.
The crowd went immediately silent, in shock, not really believeing what it was
seeing! The stream was stopped but only momentarily. Regathering their strength,
her muscles clenched again. Her hips pointed slightly upwards. She had lost all
control now. A second stream, even stronger than the first, burst forward like a
geyser. PFSSSTTT!! The spray reached all the way across to near the end of the
stage. Further than any woman should have been able to spray. Francine's body
felt the release and now the biological need took over. It was involuntary. Her
body squeezed and sprayed, making that horrid sound. PFSSSTTT! She heard gasps
from the crowd. "OooooohhhhHHHHHHH" The crowd backed away, but it was too late
for some. Francine heard a shriek and opened her eyes to see that some of the
spray had bounced on the stage floor and sprinkled Josephine and Fred, and a few
of the others around them. Josephine was looking down at her arms and bodice and
shrieking, shaking her arms in disgust.
Francine continued her spray for what seemed an eternity. In truth it only
lasted about 30 seconds, but to Francine it seemed like forever. The release was
bliss. For a brief moment her body had never felt so good, but that moment
didn't last and soon the bliss was replaced by a shame she had never thought
possible. Josephine was angrily shouting names at her as Fred, reluctantly, led
her away from the stage so that they could clean up and change their clothes.
"I'll be back, you little tramp!" Josephine shouted in her rage. "You think
that was funny?" I'll show you funny!!" she shrieked out as she left.
The crowd's initial shock had turned to roaring laughter. A sea of amused faces,
each seeking to catch her eye, swam before Francine's tearful face. The laughter
pounded in her ears.
The Executioner lowered his camera and simply said "Clean her up boys. It's
going to be a long day..."
(end of part 7)
