Darkness. Their eyes adjusted. The room was dimly lit by the moon shining on a skylight from above. Monique was on her knees, but was barely maintaining. Tears rolled down her face, and her knees were hurting. It was unlike any other ‘torture’ she endured. She tried adjusting her position, but found no relief. The rice was subtle, at first. Now it felt like gravel. She cried out and bent over on all fours, leaving her knees and feet in the dark red circle. She had failed, but not completely. This new position was better for now. Plus she had half a chance of getting back up if she heard Adam in time. She looked over at Clara. The naked girl was curled in a ball, trying to stay warm and to ignore her full bladder.

Monique stared at her in contempt. She wanted to curse at Clara, but was no longer in a talkative mood. She just wanted to make it through the night to display her ability and resolve, and to show up the frigid bitch. She put her head down on her hands and closed her eyes.

She drifted off. Time passed, her knees agonized, almost numb now. Her own bladder was full, making it even harder to sleep. She dozed. She awoke again when bumped by Clara. She looked over her shoulder. Clara was squatting next to her on the tarp, carefully avoiding the circle with her feet. “What are you doing?.. Clara?”

Clara, startled and froze, but did not back off. She lowered herself and squat, and looked down, embarrassed and shy. Clara was peeing on the tarp! Monique could not believe it. She almost pushed her off but stopped herself before she broke the line. “GET AWAY from ME…” Monique whispered urgently.

Clara HAD to pee. The hours since Adam left had been impossible. She could never hold her bladder long anyway, and the pain was becoming very distracting. She slipped off to sleep, and dreamt of relief. She woke up just in time to stop herself from peeing all over herself and the beautiful rug she lay on. The tarp now was her only option. She looked down, tried to relax and waited, shy and hurting. Finally she released her pee, watching it run to the depression where Monique kneeled. It was hot and started mixing with the ketchup. Clara stumbled a bit, bumping into Monique, upsetting the line.
Clara was embarrassed. Her inability to maintain a full bladder was not something she wanted to disclose on the medical questionnaire Adam had her complete. She realized now that honesty would have been better.

Monique was shocked. And started crying. This was too much! She tried so hard not to move, though the puddle below her grew. She sobbed softly, so chained by Adam as to remain still even now.

When Clara finished releasing she looked over at Monique and felt pity for the woman, leaning over, now in a puddle of piss and rice. She could still see some darker marks across her ass and thighs. Clara reached out and began to massage Monique’s back and shoulders. Monique quietly accepted the gesture, happy for any relief from the strain of holding her position.

The lights came up, suddenly blinding them. Adam had returned, of course. Clara stopped and immediately bowed her head next to Monique. Monique struggled to raise herself. She did with a groan and almost toppled over. He caught her by the neck and stabilized her, restricting her breath for a terrifying moment. She was amazed at the hand around her throat: This too she would give up, the very freedom of breathing when she wanted to. Her body wriggled in a shudder of masochism. He released his grip and she gulped at the air.

Clara was dragged and pushed under Monique’s spread legs, through the piss and ketchup line, across the rice, on her back. He got her head right under Monique’s crotch. Adam stood up and grabbed Monique by the hair and slapped her hard. “You failed me.” He said quietly. “You broke position and pissed all over the tarp, and accepted solace from this one” He gestured to Clara. “No Adam. It was me…. Sir. I made the mess…” Clara sobbed her confession from below.

Adam placed his foot on Clara’s ribcage and held her down. “Then certainly Monique here has to go. Right?” Monique nodded. “Then do so.” Monique thanked him and tried to piss. She couldn’t. She started crying. Adam slapped her again. “Now, before I change my mind.” Monique shook her head and finally got a trickle to flow down her legs. Clara closed her eyes and mouth tightly, anticipating the worst.. Then it came in a burst, surprising her, soaking her head and hair and shoulders. She lay in it after Monique was done, staring up at the other woman’s pussy.

Adam left again, this time keeping the lights on. Monique relaxed a bit and lowered herself, covering Clara’s mouth with her cunt. “That’s right little slut.” She said. “Clean me up.” Clara had no choice but to oblige.