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started thrusting into her with short, very fast strokes, like a piston. She held her breath, becoming tense. His face was right next to hers, but he didn’t look at her.
    Then he made her turn over onto all fours, so that he could enter her from behind. She held her breath again, flushing painfully. He grinded and bumped against her rapidly, giving her an intense, uncomfortable feeling.
    “You’re hurting me!” she pleaded, but he pushed on the back of her head to keep her down. It felt like he was bruising her bladder. She placed a hand between her legs and squeezed herself. It helped. She kept her hand there until he pulled out.
    He let her go over to the bowl, and she squatted down. He was watching, but she didn’t care any more. She turned her attention to her full bladder, which she found was suddenly and painfully locked up. She waited patiently, but every time she tried she could feel the constriction, preventing the pee from coming out. “Come on, baby,” she heard him say.
    “I can’t!” She suddenly panicked, thinking he had broken her. “I can’t fucking go!”
    “What? Just relax.”
    “Nothing’s happening! I can’t go!” She was becoming hysterical. He took the chain off her, and took her into the bathroom. He parked her on the toilet seat and crouched in front of her. She pressed her face into her hands. “I can’t go,” she said, brokenly.
    “You just need to calm down,” he said.
    She was looking at him petrified. “I can’t go,” she said. “Can you get out!”
    “Just relax.” He was kneeling between her legs, his hands on her thighs, massaging them. His fingers made their way from her inner thighs to her slit, brushing the hair with his knuckles. His hand turned over to touch her pussy. She noticed his fingers were trembling. He took a shuddering breath. “I want to see it. Please. I’ve always enjoyed watching a woman piss. It’s so intimate. Even more intimate than fucking, actually. It turns me on.”
    She ignored him and concentrated on zoning out. She felt her back start to relax.
    “Let it go, baby,” he whispered. One finger brushed her clit, teasing it gently.
    A little bit came out. His fingers slid over her pussy, rubbing the wet, swollen flesh. He stared intently at her. He tickled her clit again and she felt the muscles start to relax. Instead of tightening against them, she pushed with them, opening them up. The little escaping drips became a stronger dribble.
    “That’s so sexy, baby, so sexy,” he crooned, rubbing her clit again. She could feel her hot pee dribbling over his hand. She closed her eyes staying relaxed, while her steady stream of pee died down. She felt relief. Everything was burning and tight, but she felt okay.
    She opened her eyes, and looked at him. He was staring at her intently. She burst into tears. She really had thought she was broken. She thought maybe something had collapsed and she was blocked, or that something inside was torn and leaking. She had all sorts of insanely bad thoughts.
    “Aww. Come here,” he said. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leaned forward, and held her behind the neck, kissing her. He took some toilet tissue and dabbed between her thighs. She was so destroyed, she didn’t make a single effort against him when he took her back to the lounge. He chained her up again. She lay motionless on the mattress. He lay next to her, pressing and patting her down there. “Showing me your personal parts while doing something so incredibly personal is hot, baby, you know that? You’re so hot.”
    “Oh! . . . don’t,” she said, trying to stop him from getting on top of her.
    “Gently this time, gently,” he promised.
    “No more,” she moaned agonizedly, twisting herself in her distress, “let me go, please; don’t . . . don’t . . . ” and her voice failed her. He was already inside her. She looked vacantly at the dark ceiling while he pushed and grunted, and small tears began to trickle out of her