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It was another night on the outpost, another day stuck underground because of the Apocalypse. Everyday was pretty much the same, grays did their job and purples were bored of the same thing over and over, especially as almost everyone didn’t have a hobby or were intelligent enough to not lose their minds.
But that’s not what we’re here to talk about today. As everyone knew, there were rules to follow on the outpost, by the ruler Ms. Venable. Such as be on time for dinner, lunch and breakfast, don’t disobey Ms. Venable or any of her lackeys, don’t copulate, don’t get out of your room at night until breakfast, etc.
If you don’t follow any of these rules, you will be punished or even killed. There has already been a couple of deaths in the last few months for having sex and disobey a direct order from Ms. Venable.
Having said this, it led us to the present. It’s currently 4 AM, when Y/N wakes up from her sleep. She turned around still half asleep to get comfortable, but she felt pressure on her bladder. She ignores it at first though. Breakfast wasn’t until 8 AM, so she better try to sleep until then.
But after a while, she couldn’t go back to sleep. She had to pee really badly. She was so tired last night that she didn’t go to the bathroom before going to bed, and she had drank quite a lot during dinner. She was now regretting all of her choices.
She knew she couldn’t get out, it was one of the rules. Don’t come out of your room until morning. And in these last 5 months she didn’t need to. But now that she has to, she wonders what happens if someone has to go to the bathroom? She can’t possibly forbid a physical and natural thing like that. Or could she?
She now was tossing around the bed, trying to look for a position where she didn’t feel the need to pee as bad as it was. But there was no help. As time goes by, her need to go to the bathroom only increases. Fuck the rules, I’m gonna go either way.
So she gets out of the bed and puts on her nightgown, which was light purple and her slippers. One of the things she loved about being there was the clothes she had to wear. Good thing she was a sucker for Victorian and old style.
She opens the door slowly, trying not to make noise. She looks around to see if there’s someone but she doesn't see anyone. She tiptoes as she starts walking towards the bathroom, which was on the right hall at the end to the left.
Y/N was rather thankful she decided to go, it would’ve ended with her wetting herself in the room or with a wet bed the next time she woke up. When she was about to turn to the left, where the bathroom finally was, a voice startled her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ms. Venable asks, coming from the beginning of the hall, to her right.
Y/N jumps slightly. Busted. “Ms. Venable.” She says turning to face her. She was wearing one of her black sets, jacket and skirt with a white shirt underneath, a corset and her gloves. She is truly stunning, I’ll give her that.
“I asked you a question Ms. Y/L/N.” She says with her cold expression.
“Sorry. I- um- I had to go to the bathroom.” She says with her hands held in front of her and her head a little down, scared of what will happen now.
“Women troubles?” Venable asks with her hands on her cane in front of her.
“Um, no. Just had to go really bad.”
“Well, you do know you are not allowed to be out during the night. I can not make an exception.”
“I am so sorry, Ms Venable. May I say something?”
Venable raises an eyebrow. “Yes you may.” She slightly nods her head.
“I know we’re not supposed to be wandering around when it’s time to sleep, but I really wouldn’t have if the need to go wasn’t concerning. I fear I wouldn’t have lasted till morning if I didn’t go now.”
“While I appreciate your manners, I still have to punish you, Ms Y/N. I may have some mercy on you for not talking back.”
Y/N sighs knowing she can’t do anything more. “Thank you Ms. Venable.”
Venable starts walking leading the way, while Y/N was cursing herself for being caught by her and still hasn’t been able to pee. She was getting more frustrated by the minutes.
When they arrived, Y/N looked at what seemed to be her room. It was big, with a fireplace on the right side with a couple of chairs and a little table in front of it. In front of the door was a large wooden bed, with purple sheets. There were shelves on the left side of the room with a lot of books on them. And a desk as you walk in to the right.
“You don’t seem to be scared.” WIlhemina says as she walks to the fireplace.
“I’m… Not. Not so much, at least.” Following her.
“Why is that?” She stops beside one of the chairs. “Sit.” She commands, not too hard but not too soft.
Y/N sits down, although she is confused. “I don’t know, actually. I know I should be. Everyone in here is, but…” She says staging at Venable’s eyes. “I guess I’ve always been intrigued by danger or the unknown.” She says crossing her legs, putting some pressure between her legs.
The action doesn’t go unnoticeable to Ms. Venable, who looks down and up again. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” As she gives her a somehow tight smile.
“You are quite an interesting woman, Ms. Y/L/N.”
“I could say the same about you Ms. Venable.”
This whole conversation was doing things to Venable. She has been keeping her eye on Y/N since she first came here. And she could not ignore the pull she felt towards her, as she was the only one who barely feared her. Plus she had never raised her voice to her or acted up.
“While it is quite pleasant having a proper conversation with someone who is not Ms. Mead, I still have to punish you. I know you’re wondering what it will be.”
“I am indeed, even though I was too enjoying our conversation.”
Wilhemina smirked slightly at that. “I am not going to kill you, there have been worse things.”
Y/N nodded and breathed out, relieved to hear that.
“I will not hit you, either.”
The younger didn’t know why but she felt disappointed to hear that. I guess I am in fact a filthy whore who wants to be at her merc- what the hell I’m thinking. She blushed at her thoughts.
Venable raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’re interested.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m not- I-”
Wilhemina laughs shortly when she stammers. Pathetic. Because as much as she loved it, her sadistic side came out. “I will save that information for another time.”
Y/N was combusting. Did she mean it with the sexual innuendo or is it just my hormones? “Um, if- if it’s not either of those, then what will my punishment be?”
Venable smirks. “Stand up and follow me.”
She does as she’s told and she follows Wilhemina to the middle of the room, closer to her bed.
“Face the bed.” She says holding the cane with both hands, staring at her.
She faces the bed, and then Venable starts walking around her, until she’s behind. She stands painfully close, she can feel her breath on her neck.
“This is your punishment.”
She is confused at first, because the only thing happening was her standing still and Venable breathing on the back of her neck. But without a warning she feels how Wilhemina’s left hand snuck around her waist, resting on her low belly and pressing down hard.
A mix of a moan and a cry scapes Y/N’s mouth as she folds forwards a little. “What- Ms. Venable?”
She gets no answer, but another press on her belly. “Holy mother of-” She says, crossing her legs and trying not to moan. Apparently when her bladder was full, if it was pressed it gave her pleasure too, somehow.
Venable tsks. “Open your legs, don’t cross them.” She says as she separates them with her own leg, opening them just enough.
“You mean my punishment is to-?” She asked, distraught. Didn’t even want to end the sentence, humiliated by just thinking about it.
“Wet yourself, yes. I think it’s the right punishment, as you were out to use the restroom, after all.” She said, giving another press.
This time she could not help but moan, as she pressed her muscles. It was a painful but pleasurable feeling. This made Venable’s hand rest still on her stomach. Interesting. “Was that a moan of joy, Ms. Y/L/N?”
Y/N stood still, embarrassed on so many levels. Until another press made her moan again. “Yes.” She said breathlessly. “Yes, Ms. Venable.”
She hummed. “This was not what I had planned, but I guess it’ll have to do.” She got closer if that was possible, her front glued to the younger’s back. She tugged on her from where her hand was, Y/N gasping.
Venable kept pressing her hand, hard and slow, then a little faster, until Y/N’s moans were louder and her body was trembling. “I- ah- Ms.- Please.”
“Please what?” She whispered in her ear, sucking on her neck leaving a mark, earning a whimper and more cries. “You sound so pathetic.”
That sentence only made it worse. She felt like she was gonna explode from pleasure and that her bladder would give in at any moment. “I need to- ah I don’t know. Cum. Pee.” She was now holding herself onto the bed.
“Turn around.”
She did and was pushed hard against the end of the bed, which had a structure of wood. She had to cross her legs, feeling as the move made it almost impossible to hold it.
“Don’t you dare to wet yourself yet.” Venable said, putting a hand around her neck. This made her moan again. “You like that don’t you?” She said squeezing a little harder.
“Yes.” She whimpered. “I’m not sure I can hold it any much longer.”
Wilhemina would lie if she said she wasn’t aroused by humiliating her this way. She was pressed against her, letting go of her hand from her neck to pull up her own skirt.
Y/N noticed this and was eager to know where this was going. “May I?” She asked, looking at her skirt without touching yet.
Wilhemina was touched by the question, no one has ever treated her this good. But immediately goes back to her mission. “You may.” She says a little more breathless than she would like.
Both of them manage to pull it up until her waist, having full control of her legs now. “Get yourself off.” She says putting one leg between the younger ones.
Y/N’s eyes widen at the command, but doesn’t lose a bit and positions herself on Venable’s thigh. This has to be a fucking dream . She starts grinding on her, already moaning as she was close before.
“That’s it, riding my leg like a desperate whore.” She says in a husky voice, her own arousal on the air. “Are you going to cum on my leg like a good little slut? My slut.” She wraps her hand on her neck again, forcing eye contact.
“Yes, Ms. Venable.” She says moaning.
“Beg me.”
“Please Ms. Venable, let me cum. Ah- I need to-”
“Cum for me babygirl.” And with a last press on her belly, she comes undone in Venable’s leg, shaking uncontrollably and moaning loudly. She had a tight grip on the older’s hip, and while she recovered from the aftershocks she put her head on her neck, breathing hard and having spasms.
After a few moments, Y/N manages to regain composure, now staring intensely into Wilhemina’s eyes, while she was caressing her face. “I-”
“What is it?”
“I have to pee, badly.” She says still with her breath a little shaken.
“Do it then.”
“Please don’t make me.” She begs whispering.
“That is your punishment, dear.”
Her head falls on the woman’s chest, at the nickname she was given.
“Look at me, honey.”
She pulls herself up to look at her, all blushed. “I like when you call me that.” She says looking at her eyes and lips.
She hums. “I’m glad you do.” Without warning she presses her belly again, and Y/N grinds on Venable’s leg again to avoid peeing.
“Ms. Venable-”
“Wilhemina.” She says and Y/N gives her a look. “Call me Wilhemina now.”
“Wilhemina.” She says testing it, it sounds beautiful.
“Yes, dear?”
“I can't hold it anymore.” She says embarrassed, biting her lip.
Wilhemina stares at her, and how she bites those lips. She doesn’t think about it twice and kisses her, to Y/N’s surprise softly. They both hummed on the kiss. When they pull apart, staring almost lovingly at each other, Venable presses one last time on her stomach.
“Relieve yourself.” She whispers, and it’s all it takes to Y/N’s muscles to give up, feeling how a spurt gets out and after that she can’t stop it. She was wetting herself on Wilhemina. Hot and warm liquid came out rapidly, wetting them both as Venable hugs her closer, both feeling the warmth surrounding them.
After what felt like ages, her stream started to slow down, until it completely stopped. They were still hugging each other, breathing hard now on top of a quite large puddle below them.
It felt comforting but also humiliating on so many levels. “Well well, I guess you are a little girl who can’t hold her pee and wets herself, aren’t you?” She changes her attitude once again to dominance.
“I’m not.”
“And yet here we are, standing in your puddle. Hm, baby?”
“I’m not a baby. I can be your baby, but I’m big.”
Wilhemina laughs. “You’re cute. Strip, I want you on the bed.”
This catches her out of place but smirks. “Yes mommy.”
Venable quirked an eyebrow. “Hm, you want to be a good girl and make mommy happy?” She says caressing her cheek.
“Yes mommy, I wanna be good.”
“That’s my girl. Go and wait mommy on the bed, I’m going to put a towel on the mess you made on my floor and I’m with you again babygirl.”
Wilhemina went to her closet for a towel while Y/N lay down naked on the bed, still processing the events of the night. She felt relaxed now though, not having to pee anymore.
“Where were we darling?” She says approaching the bed. “Oh yes, I was going to take care of you now that you’ve been such a good girl.”
“Yes mommy, please.”
“I will baby, but first, you take care of mommy okay?”
“Of course mommy.”
“Good girl.” She smirks getting on the bed, a long night ahead with a few more orgasms and a really long conversation for the following day.