3 comments/ 9105 views/ 6 favorites Sharon's Ultrasound Ordeal By: Slutty63 This is my third story on Literotica. As with my previous efforts the story has a lesbian sex theme but this time I thought I would vary things by bringing in the theme of female pee desperation which is another interest of mine. Your comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated. ***** On the day of my girlfriend's ultrasound appointment I arrived home early at 3 in the afternoon as arranged but there was no sign of Sharon. I had agreed to go with her to her appointment to give her a little moral support throughout the procedure - taking a few hours off work was no big deal for me but for Sharon, newly promoted to partner at the law firm where she worked this was practically unheard of. Sharon was smart, ambitious and extremely hard working but the fact was she'd been putting this off for too long. Six months earlier she'd had to undergo a minor operation to remove cysts from her ovaries - the operation had gone well but she was due an ultrasound examination to ensure everything was all clear. She'd scheduled this appointment 3 times and cancelled due to work pressure but finally she'd been able to wangle a few hours off to get it sorted. I'd lived with Sharon for just over a year. From the first day I became aware of my sexuality I knew I was a lesbian. I had no interest in boys at school and within a year of leaving school I'd "come out" and started openly dating other women. Since then I'd had a number of relationships but nothing like this one with Sharon. Our sex life was fantastic and since we started living together I don't think we'd gone 2 days without making love! I heard her car in the drive and a minute later the door opened and she breezed in. "Sorry I'm late - client meeting." she said darting quickly upstairs. "No problem." I replied following her upstairs to the bedroom getting a good view of her splendid bottom as she climbed the stairs. She was wearing a dark grey jacket and trousers combination that we had dubbed her "Killer Boss-Lady suit." Superbly tailored it marked her out as a woman of authority and standing while at the same time accentuating her feminine assets (the trousers were very tight) and I loved what it did for her. Quickly she undid the trousers and slipped them down over her bottom and legs. "Getting changed?" I said a little disappointed. "No way, haven't got the time," she laughed "just changing my pants - after all I'm sure the ultrasound girl wants me nice and fresh down there." Her panties consisted of a tiny black thong, 2 minuscule triangles of fabric which barely preserved her modesty but meant she avoided the dreaded vpl. She removed them and tossed them into the laundry basket before rummaging in her underwear drawer for suitable replacements. She decided on a simple pair of lilac, bikini style briefs by Calvin Klein which she slipped on before wriggling into her tight suit trousers again - a few quick dabs of perfume and Sharon was ready. I enjoyed watching her change. We generally got ready for work around the same time and I always enjoyed watching her getting dressed, always interested in what underwear she would be wearing that day. These bikini briefs she was wearing were very familiar to me as she often wore them to bed along with a plain white tee shirt. For my part I always slept naked but Sharon seemed to enjoy going to bed in her tee shirt and pants knowing that it would not be long before I had removed them for her. She really liked it when I stripped her as a prelude to our lovemaking- as for me; well there was nothing I loved more than relieving of her tee shirt and knickers! "Let's go." she sang out descending the stairs quickly. "OK." I said and then remembered something important. "By the way did you remember to drink plenty of water - remember what the appointment letter said. They like you to have a full bladder when they do the scan." "Don't worry," she replied "I drank a full litre bottle of water when I was driving home and I've got another litre bottle right here for the journey." she said holding up a full bottle of mineral water. "Good for you." I said and we made our way out to my car. Sharon's appointment was for 4:00 PM. It was about a 20 minute drive to the hospital so we set off at about 3:30 figuring that we would arrive a little early. As soon as we set off Sharon got started on her second 1 litre bottle of water obviously calculating that by the time we arrived she'd have consumed the entire 2 litres and her bladder would be nice and full for the ultrasound scan. As I drove along she repeatedly took swigs of water until with only a couple of miles to go the bottle was empty. It was at this stage that things started to go a little wrong. We hadn't bargained on the roadworks that were taking place on the approach to the hospital - they were digging up the sewers or something but whatever it was they had temporary traffic lights set up and it was causing chaos. Soon we were in a long queue of traffic crawling slowly towards our destination. As the minutes ticked slowly towards 4:00 PM I started to sense Sharon's growing impatience and irritation. The weather was stiflingly hot and even with the AC on the car was beginning to get hot and stuffy - Sharon, looking flustered, wound down the window to get some fresh air but by now her patience was running out! "For God's sake Rachel," she suddenly exploded "how much longer are we going to be stuck in this bloody traffic?" "Not long now." I said trying unsuccessfully to calm her. "We're going to be late," she said crossly "you know how much I hate being late!" "Relax," I said reassuringly "It won't matter if we're a few minutes late. They must know about the roadworks, we can't be the only ones who've turned up late today." "It's alright you telling me to relax," she replied gloomily "can I remind you that I've drunk 2 litres of water and my bladder's getting extremely full. I'm going to be bursting for the loo soon!" This was the first time Sharon had admitted to any degree of discomfort from her situation and, being the strong, confident kind of person she was I could tell that she was finding it more than a little embarrassing! For my part however I was starting to find the whole thing a real turn-on. I'd never had these sorts of feelings before but suddenly the knowledge that my dear girlfriend was getting increasingly desperate to pee was giving me a familiar pleasant feeling in my tight jeans! What started as mild discomfort and inconvenience soon transferred into something more serious for Sharon. She'd consumed 2 full litres of water and I guessed that right now her kidneys were working overtime. I imagined her bladder rapidly filling like petrol being pumped into a car and began to watch her with renewed interest for signs of discomfort. To my delight the signs weren't long coming. Just little things at first like turning up the AC speed to cool herself down (by now she was looking quite flushed and I was sure I could detect a few beads of sweat at her temples) but soon she was getting visibly distressed. Reaching under her seat she pulled the lever and pushed her seat further back so she could straighten her legs. Clearly it had reached the point where bending at the waist was starting to increase the pressure on her bladder and at the same time she pulled at the lap strap of her seat belt, which was tight against her swelling lower abdomen, to try to alleviate the pressure. "Fantastic," I thought as I watched her brave attempts to cope with her rapidly filling bladder "she's really starting to suffer now - I bet she really regrets keeping those tight trousers on." This last thought was a real turn-on and as her breathing got a little heavier and she began to bite her lip all I could think of was that tight waist band pressing agonizingly against her turgid belly! Eventually at 10 past 4 we reached the hospital entrance and swung into the car park. If Sharon thought the worst was over however she was mistaken - the car park was practically full and it took several minutes to locate a parking space a long way from the hospital entrance. "I'll just get a ticket," I said jumping from the car "won't be a minute." "Hurry Rachel please," she pleaded "I'm 15 minutes late as it is." I made my way over to the ticket machine trying to look like I was going as fast as I could but in reality taking my time - I don't know what had come over me but by now I was so turned on by poor Sharon's predicament that I was determined to prolong her ordeal. I bought a ticket and made my way back to the car where Sharon was, very carefully, getting out of the passenger seat. Keeping her body as straight as possible she swiveled round, keeping her legs tight together. She was obviously trying to avoid opening her legs as this would increase the strain on her bladder. Once her legs were out of the car she pushed herself upright - she tried to avoid bending at the waist but this was impossible and as she stepped out she couldn't stifle a groan of distress! For a few seconds she stood breathing deeply, her body rigid and, to my utter delight, I realised that she'd come close to pissing herself! "We'd better get going." I said taking her arm. She seemed to compose herself. "Okay." she replied. We began to walk rapidly towards the hospital building but after just a few stops she stopped. "Not so fast Rachel, please," she said "I need to go a little slower." "Fine." I said trying hard to hide my pleasure. Sharon began to walk again but much more slowly. Her whole body was tense and she walked in tiny awkward steps, her thighs clamped rigidly together to avoid opening her legs. This gave her a slightly peculiar knock-kneed gait which actually caused her ass to jiggle delightfully in those so tight trousers and increased my feelings of lust! It also had the effect of slowing us down even more and it was 20 past 4 when we reached the hospital entrance. There was a flight of steps leading up to the hospital main entrance and as we made our way up I could tell that climbing the steps was greatly increasing Sharon's torment. She repeatedly paused and on one occasion let out a low moan of anguish - but eventually we reached the hospital entrance. At reception we were directed to the appropriate department and we made our way down a long corridor (more torment for poor Sharon) and at last, at 25 past 4, we reached the right department and another reception desk. Sharon could have been forgiven for thinking that her ordeal was nearly over - but to my delight there was still more torture to come for her! The reception area was empty except for the receptionist, a middle aged lady, sat behind her desk. Sharon was by now clearly struggling with a massively full bladder but she composed herself and introduced herself. "Good afternoon," she said curtly "my name's Sharon Ward and I have an appointment for an ultrasound scan this afternoon." The receptionist looked slightly surprised and glanced at the wall clock which said half-past 4 before replying. "Oh yes Ms. Ward," she replied "we didn't think you were going to make it today, you're appointment was at 4." Sharon was not used to being admonished for being late and she adopted a slightly haughty tone. "I'm well aware of the time," she snapped "but unfortunately we were unavoidably delayed by those stupid roadworks. The hospital might have let me know there were roadworks outside the hospital and then we would have been here on time - I assume there will be no problem with my appointment." she stated in a voice that left little room for argument. The receptionists' face hardened slightly, clearly offended by Sharon's tone. "Oh no there's still time," she said pleasantly "it's just that the lady who was booked in after you got here on time and when we thought that you weren't going to make it we let her go in a little early. She went in about 10 minutes ago but she shouldn't be long if you'd like to take a seat." Now Sharon just wasn't used to being treated this way. There she stood her hands clenched, fidgeting with her legs tight together and one knee turned in - she was the very picture of female desperation and wonderfully there wasn't a thing the haughty little madam could do about it! "Fine!" she stormed before turning and walking, stiff legged, over to one of the chairs against the far wall and I followed her over. She sat down gingerly, obviously struggling to keep control of herself but also equally determined not to show this unimportant little woman that she was desperate for the toilet. Sharon wasn't fooling anyone but herself. I was only too aware of how desperate she was and as for the receptionist - she spent her whole day sitting behind that desk knowing that every woman who turned up here had a full bladder and needed to pee. In Sharon's case she also knew that it was now 35 minutes after her appointed time so she must have had a pretty good idea of what Sharon was going through right now! She was looking straight ahead as if concentrating on the screen in front her but from time to time I noticed her glance over to look at Sharon. Was it me or did I detect the hint of a smirk on her face? The minutes ticked by and Sharon, now clearly suffering terribly, began to lose her composure. Her breathing was more rapid and she was obviously overheating. To cool down she removed the jacket of her grey suit and sure enough there were sweat patches clearly visible on the back of her white blouse. I thought of her sweaty body beneath the sheer fabric of her blouse and imagined how damp her bra and pants were right now! She fidgeted in her seat and I watched entranced as she eased her blouse from her trousers and then began to tug at the waist band desperately trying to relieve the pressure on her aching bladder! Again I glanced up at the receptionist. Now there was no mistaking it! - She was quite openly gazing over at Sharon with a look of joy on her face! She looked away quickly but I had seen enough - this woman was clearly enjoying my girlfriends' ordeal and, slightly to my shame, so was I! The thought that this woman was watching Sharon's every move, knowing how desperate she was to pee and reveling in her suffering was so exciting that by now I could feel my nipples stiffening and my clitoris tingling. I admit I was somewhat surprised and confused at the way I was feeling. I had never had any interest in female pee desperation before today. Sharon and I enjoyed a wonderfully adventurous sex life - we were both into bondage and our lovemaking often involved one of us (usually me) being restrained with handcuffs and rope. Nothing like a little bondage to spice up your love life but this was something new. The knowledge that Sharon was desperate for the toilet was really turning me on! My nipples were rock hard with excitement and as the minutes ticked by and Sharon's torment continued I could feel my panties starting to get damp with my cum! It wasn't long before I was creaming my pants, feeling the crotch of my briefs getting wetter within the tight confines of my jeans! I couldn't help wondering what Sharon would think if she knew that her girlfriend and lover was enjoying her ordeal (in fact the longer this went on and the more desperate she became the more I felt like a right cow for taking such pleasure in her obvious suffering. It didn't stop me though - I loved watching her sweat and squirm as she battled desperately to avoid pissing her knickers.) Sharon it seemed could take no more though. "This is ridiculous Rachel." she suddenly exclaimed, loud enough for the receptionist to hear. "I can't wait any longer, I've got to go for a pee before I wet myself." She made as if to stand up and I was suddenly horrified - I was enjoying myself so much that the thought of this suddenly coming to an end was unbearable. "Wait," I cried perhaps a little too urgently "you've waited months to get the chance to get this appointment done - just a few more minutes and it'll be over. When will you get another chance?" This was true and Sharon knew it - she had cancelled this appointment 3 times due to the pressure of work and now she was a partner she wasn't going to get time off again anytime soon. She had no choice but to put up with the torture until the examination was complete - but would she make it before she flooded her panties I thought mischievously! Sharon seemed to come to a decision and stood up quickly - for a minute I thought she was going to the toilet to pee but instead she walked stiff-legged over to confront the receptionist. "I'm sorry but I'm not prepared to wait a minute longer," she snapped "we're now 40 minutes past my appointment time and I simply can't wait any more." The receptionist looked up with a look of cool detachment which disguised the fact that she was enjoying every minute of my girlfriend's obvious torment. "I'm sorry Ms. Ward," she replied "but I must point out that you were late for your appointment and I can't just disturb another patient's treatment - the practitioner will be with you shortly so you'll just have to wait a little longer." "A little longer!" Sharon cried "I've drunk 2 litres of water on the way here and I've a very full bladder - I can't wait any longer." The receptionist replied with a slight smile of sympathy (or pleasure) on her face but she wasn't about to show Sharon any mercy! "Believe me I know how difficult and uncomfortable it must be for you but it'll only be a tiny bit longer." Sharon turned away angrily and walked back over to me - half way she paused and groaned slightly as if she'd come very close to losing control and pissing her pants. And then just as I thought she was going to ruin it all by darting into the toilet things began to move on. At this time of the day the hospital was very quiet (we were clearly now going to be the last appointment of the day). At that moment a low sound was heard from the door next to the reception desk - it was the sound of a toilet flushing! Sharon heard it too and wheeled round to face the door. There was a look on her face, half hope, half desperation and I could tell exactly what she was thinking: "That's got to be the other patient using the toilet." she was thinking "Her appointment must be over - thank god for that, now perhaps I can get this over with and I can get some relief from this torture." It seemed that Sharon's prayers had been answered because about 30 seconds later the door opened and 2 women, both fairly young, appeared in the doorway. One, blond, was dressed in the familiar hospital tunic uniform and was clearly the ultrasound tech. The other, a pretty brunette, was dressed in a loose summer dress and was gripping an ultrasound scan photo and looking pleased - she was obviously the patient and had been for a prenatal scan. The 2 women stood in the open doorway chatting and laughing, seemingly oblivious to our presence. The brunette was clearly excited and kept grinning and showing the picture to the ultrasound tech. Who would smile and then they'd chat a little more, all the time laughing and giggling like 2 old friends. Sharon meanwhile, who hated being ignored in any circumstance, stood and glared daggers at the pair of them. Her face was a mask of bitterness and anger and again I knew exactly what she was thinking: "You little bitch." she was thinking "It's alright for you - you've managed to sneak in ahead of me and got your examination over with while I've had to sit out here, bladder bursting, getting more and more desperate for relief. And now it's all over for you and you've been able to empty your bladder and you're standing there chatting away making me wait even longer while I'm stood here nearly pissing in my knickers!" Sharon's Ultrasound Ordeal Sharon, being Sharon, couldn't just stand there being ignored. "Excuse me," she barked "my appointment was at 4 and I'd rather like to get going sometime today." The ultrasound tech looked surprised and slightly annoyed at this intrusion. "Oh Ms. Ward." she said "I'm so sorry I didn't think you were going to make it today please forgive me." She then said goodbye to the brunette before turning again to Sharon. "I've just got to write up this patient's notes and we'll get you straight in - just a minute." she said going back into the room and closing the door. Sharon, bristling with indignation, sat down again and crossed her legs. She was now a picture of anger and female desperation, squirming in her seat, legs twitching in desperation as she struggled to control herself. The brunette had paused at reception, presumably to make her next appointment with the receptionist. The 2 women were talking in low voices and the receptionist glanced over at Sharon and then said something to the young brunette which caused them both to giggle. Then the brunette turned around to look at Sharon before returning to the receptionist and there was further muttering and giggling - it was obvious that the 2 women were discussing Sharon's situation and clearly the thought that she was desperate for the toilet amused them greatly! Finally the brunette concluded her business and turned to leave. As she passed by she paused briefly and smiled at Sharon reveling in her agony. With her bladder now empty she was no doubt feeling comfortable and on top of the world and her broad smile seemed to say "Hi there, you look like you're ready to burst - how's your bladder feeling darling?" Sharon, struggling desperately not to wet herself, scowled angrily at her departing back. Another couple of minutes ticked agonisingly by while Sharon, now clearly at the end of her rope, fidgeted, groaned and pulled at the waistband of her trousers (which must have been nearly cutting her in 2 by now) while I sat trying to hide my delight and wondered if things could get any better! Sharon though had evidently decided that enough was enough and again, knock-kneed and her ass jiggling away delightfully, she walked up to the reception desk. She stood in front of the desk one knee turned in struggling desperately to control her weakening bladder. "Excuse me." she demanded in her best, important bitch, voice. "I was told to be here by 4 PM - through no fault of my own I was delayed and it's now 45 minutes past my appointment time. This is absolutely intolerable - do you have any idea what this is doing to me - I'm absolutely desperate for the toilet!" The receptionist looked up calmly. "Ms. Ward," she replied "I know how desperate you must be and believe me I sympathise - just take a seat and I'll ring through and see if she's ready for you." "Look," said Sharon, adopting a softer tone "I'm really, really desperate. Can't I just pop into the toilet and let a little out so I can get some relief?" she asked "Please." she added reluctantly. The receptionist looked up at Sharon, smiling gently. "I'm so sorry Ms. Ward." she replied "I'm afraid that's out of the question." Her tone was sympathetic but she wasn't fooling anyone. It was obvious that she was really enjoying Sharon's suffering. Sharon turned and walked back towards me taking tiny steps, clearly afraid to open her legs even a fraction for fear she might piss her panties! Meanwhile the receptionist had picked up the phone and was ringing through to the ultrasound room. She was talking to the ultrasound tech. "She's 45 minutes over her appointment time." "Yes I'd say the poor girl's really desperate to urinate." She was trying to give the appearance of sympathy and concern while all the time her eyes betrayed the pure delight she was clearly feeling! At one point she lowered her voice and placed her hand over her mouth to conceal her words and I could just imagine the conversation: "She's a right haughty little cow." "When you get her in there really work the little bitch over, her bladder must be bursting and she must be close to pissing in her briefs already." "She begged me to let her go to the toilet to pass some urine but I turned her down." "A few prods with that probe of yours and she'll piss all over your table." And I saw her mouth turn up in a smirk of pleasure presumably at the reply! I could picture the ultrasound tech in the other room openly laughing at my girlfriend's ordeal and again I imagined the conversation: "Fidgeting is she? She must be right at her limit and absolutely dying for a piss." "Don't worry she'll get no mercy from me - let's see how much she can take before she floods her knickers." "That's right, don't let her use the toilet, let's keep the little bitch waiting a bit longer." "If she pisses in her pants I'll tell you all about it afterwards." It seemed that all the women in this place (including me) were clearly getting off on poor Sharon's predicament and the knowledge that she was on the brink of pissing in her briefs! The receptionist replaced the phone and a few seconds later the door opened and the ultrasound tech reappeared. "Ms. Ward," she said "so sorry you've had to wait so long if you'd like to come in now." "At last." said Sharon impatiently and she walked gingerly towards the examination room pausing once or twice as if every step was an ordeal. I got up and followed her even though she hadn't actually asked me to accompany her. It did occur to me that Sharon might not actually want me in there witnessing her examination but she was too preoccupied with her bursting bladder to notice me following. As for me I felt like an utter bitch but I wasn't going to miss this for the world! As I reached the door I glanced at the receptionist and she was openly smiling, a look of pure delight on her face - and then we entered the examination room and closed the door. The ultrasound room was small, about 10 feet square. Almost the whole room was taken up with a padded examination table and the ultrasound equipment. To one side was another door marked 'Toilet' where presumably the patient could relieve herself following the examination. For Sharon it must have been like walking into a torture chamber! Sure enough at the end she would get relief but before then she was going to have to submit herself to a terrible ordeal! Neither of us were medical people but we both knew enough to know that the procedure was going to put an even greater strain on her already bursting bladder - poor Sharon's face was a mixture of desperation, suffering and apprehension! The ultrasound tech introduced herself as Megan. Sharon still clinging stubbornly to her dignity and status declined to offer her first name. Megan was young, maybe 22-23, and was a petite blue-eyed blonde. Sharon towered over her by several inches but there was no doubt who was boss-lady in this room! Megan was wearing a fairly standard hospital tunic uniform and flat shoes with no hosiery. The tunic finished about 4 inches above the knee and was fairly tight around her young body. The fabric was stretched across her round bottom and the outline of her bra and thong panties could clearly be seen. The atmosphere in the hospital was quite warm and it was obvious to me that beneath that uniform Megan was naked except for her underwear! Outwardly Megan was caring and supportive, giving the impression she could empathise with her female patients and their situation but I was convinced that our tech girl was enjoying every minute of my girlfriends suffering! She probably got off on female desperation and given that every woman who entered this room was dying to pee this job was perfect for her! "Right Ms. Ward." she said cheerfully "I'm sure you're keen to get going so let's get started on you shall we." There was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice! "Christ." I thought "She's loving every minute of this." And so was I! (I hoped that my sexual arousal wasn't too obvious although I was beyond caring). There's a subtle dynamic to any medic/patient relationship. Megan's patients were all women and they all came here with a full bladder, desperate to pee. This gave her a certain 'power' over her patients and defined their relationship. In Sharon's case circumstances had combined to tip that power balance against her. Sharon's bladder was now agonisingly full - she was on the brink of pissing her knickers and Megan knew it! In effect my girlfriend was completely at the mercy of this woman! "Okay could you slip your trousers off please and get on the table?" said Megan her eyes shining with joy. Something told me Sharon was going to regret her earlier high-handed attitude - tech girl here wasn't about to show her any mercy and clearly my dear girlfriend was in for a terrible ordeal! Sharon kicked off her shoes so she was barefoot. Then she unfastened the waistband of her trousers and unzipped them. She eased her trousers over her superb round bottom and then let them slide down her legs before stepping out of them leaving them discarded on the floor. She looked at me and gestured to the floor with her eyes silently appealing for help. I knew what she wanted - she was trying to avoid bending at the waist which would have increased the strain on her aching bladder and wanted me to pick up her trousers. At the same time she didn't want to ask me out loud - too proud to let Megan know how much she was suffering! I took the hint and picked up her trousers, folded them and placed them on the back of a chair. Sharon meanwhile was perched with her bottom resting on the edge of the table. Keeping her legs pressed together and as straight as possible she prepared to lift herself up onto the table - it was an awkward maneuver clearly designed to avoid opening her legs or bending at the waist. Gripping the sides of the table she leaned back and at the same time swung her legs off the floor, swivelling herself into position in one movement so she was lying flat on the table. You had to admire her spirit and determination despite her predicament but one thing she had no control over was the movement of her bladder contents as she went from standing to lying flat. As she lay back on the table she couldn't stifle a groan of distress as her massively full bladder shifted inside her! Sharon's forehead was damp with sweat and her breath came in short bursts. Her face was a mask of grim determination and she gripped the sides of the table tightly - just then I realised how close she'd just come to pissing her pants! For me the experience was both thrilling and harrowing in equal measure but tech girl was thoroughly enjoying herself. Hearing Sharon groan with pain brought a brief smirk of joy to her face - it was instantly replaced by a look of cool detachment but I knew what she was thinking: "She nearly lost it there but she's a tough cookie. Let's see how the bitch copes when I go to work on her with the probe, let's see how much of that she can take." Megan was donning a pair of thin latex surgical gloves. She held her hands in the air and flexed her fingers as she tugged the gloves into position, the elastic snapping loudly against her wrists - the move was clearly designed to increase Sharon's anxiety. Now she approached the table where Sharon lay awaiting her ordeal a look of dread on her face. It seemed the dynamic between the 2 women had shifted further and the medic/patient relationship was now more akin to the relationship between a torturer and her victim! Megan opened a small cupboard and removed a glass jar containing conductive gel and a small plastic spatula. She then sat down on a chair next to the examination table. "Okay, I just need you to lift your blouse and lower your briefs a little." said Megan. Sharon reached down and undid the bottom 3 buttons on her blouse before raising it to just below her breasts exposing her abdomen and for the first time the full extent of her suffering was revealed! My first thought was amazement that she'd managed to hold it back this long without flooding her pants. Sharon's normally flat, toned stomach bulged painfully, the taught, swollen flesh accentuating her desperate predicament! The elastic waistband of her panties was pressing deep into her bulging flesh adding to her agony! "Christ." I thought "She must be so close to pissing her knickers - how the hell's she going to keep control when Megan starts on her with the probe?" Sharon reached down and adjusted her panties, sliding them lower to expose more of her bulging abdomen, in the process giving us a glimpse of the fringe of her neatly trimmed bush - again she couldn't stifle a groan of distress and there were vivid red marks where her underwear had sliced cruelly into her swollen flesh! Megan couldn't hide her delight at the sight of poor Sharon's swollen abdomen and her blue eyes sparkled with pleasure - she was really starting to enjoy herself! "Well I certainly don't need to ask if you've drunk plenty of water." she smiled "Your bladder looks nice and full - that's really good." Sharon didn't seem to share Megan's enthusiasm however - right now she looked like she wanted to kill tech girl! "I'm so glad you're happy." she said bitterly "But do you think we might get this over with now - it may have escaped your attention but I'm rather in need of relief." "I know and I'm so sorry." replied Megan not a trace of sympathy in her eyes. "I've had this procedure done to me and I always feel like such a cow when I have to do it to other women - believe me I know what you're going through." "Why did you have to wait for over an hour after your appointment was due." snapped Sharon "My appointment was at 4:00 PM. I was slightly late due to no fault of my own and you allowed someone to jump the queue ahead of me. She's now merrily heading home feeling fine and I'm an hour late for my procedure. I drank 2 litres of water before I came here - how much more of this do you think I can take - I'm nearly wetting my knickers!" The minute she said I knew she'd made a mistake - adopting such a haughty tone with this girl was only going to make things worse for her! "I can see you're desperate. Well let's not make you wait any longer shall we?" replied Megan a half-smile on her face. She then picked up the jar of gel and twisted off the top. This was it - Sharon's ordeal was about to begin in earnest! Megan dipped the spatula into the gel. "Now I'm just going to spread this on your tummy." she said cheerfully "The gel is conductive and will help us get some good images." Sharon looked as though she was about to face a firing squad, her face a picture of apprehension and female suffering. As Rachel prepared to apply the gel she gripped the sides of the table as if bracing herself! Megan began spreading the gel on Sharon's flesh which brought a sharp gasp of alarm. She repeated the process, smoothing the gel over Sharon's taut, swollen abdomen ignoring the gasps of distress from her patient/victim. "I just need those pants a little lower." said Megan "Do you mind?" "If you must." replied Sharon tersely and Rachel eased her panties further down revealing more of her pubic bush. Sharon's briefs now barely preserved her modesty and her dignity was in tatters. Megan completed applying the gel while all the time Sharon squirmed and twitched at the touch of the spatula against her body. She was now pouring with sweat her blouse soaked through with perspiration. Her hands trembled as she gripped the table and she repeatedly crossed her knees as her legs twitched uncontrollably. "And this is just the beginning." I thought to myself. Megan had barely touched Sharon with the spatula and it was enough to drive her crazy - how was she going to cope when tech girl began applying the probe to her? Could she possibly hold out without pissing her pants? It was time to find out. Megan now had the ultrasound probe in her hand. To Sharon it must have looked more like a torture device than a piece of medical equipment! Megan was sat at the side of the examination table with the probe in her right hand. To her left was the ultrasound monitor connected to the probe via a short lead. She had positioned herself so that when the examination started she would be looking at the ultrasound monitor her face turned away from Sharon. This may have been standard procedure but I wondered whether it was a deliberate ploy so Sharon couldn't see the expression on tech girl's face as she worked her over with the probe. Presumably taking great pleasure from seeing another woman desperately struggling not to piss her knickers was against medical ethics! However next to the ultrasound monitor there was a small wash basin with a mirror - by carefully adjusting my seat I was able to alter my position enough to see Megan's face reflected in the mirror. I, for one, was determined to see tech girl's facial expressions throughout Sharon's ordeal. Megan moved the probe into position hovering over Sharon's exposed midriff and then turned away to face the ultrasound console. She made a few adjustments to the console settings while Sharon, resigned to her fate, stiffened and gripped the sides of the table bracing herself for the torture. And then Megan, slowly and very deliberately, began to press the probe against Sharon's body moving the head across her swollen abdomen. The effect on Sharon was immediate and dramatic - she reacted as if an electric shock had been applied to her! As soon as the probe touched she gasped and gripped the table even more tightly her knuckles white with tension desperate to keep control. Sharon was a strong woman who prided herself on being in control of every situation. She would be determined not to give Megan the satisfaction of knowing the agony she was inflicting on her. Unfortunately for Sharon her body was betraying her inner anguish and suffering! She was now flushed pink, panting slightly and pouring with sweat. Her normally immaculately styled hair was in disarray and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. There were dark sweat patches at her armpits, her cleavage was mottled with perspiration and her bra was visible through the damp material of her blouse. As the probe was passed over she repeatedly flinched and her gasps of distress became louder and more anguished! Clearly her bladder was weakening and every slight movement of the probe was bringing her closer to pissing in her pants! Without turning my head I swiveled my eyes to look into the mirror on the wall - I wanted to see what effect all this was having on young Megan. Tech girl was having herself a wonderful time torturing Sharon! Outwardly she exuded an air of calm professionalism but her face told a different story. Her blue eyes danced with delight as she pressed home the probe, her lips were parted slightly revealing her white teeth and as I watched she ran her tongue around her lips moistening them and making them shine. I noticed the swell of her breasts heaving under her tunic and realised that her breathing had deepened. Again she ran the probe over Sharon's body and the resulting gasp of distress caused the corners of her mouth to twitch upwards in an involuntary display of pure, malevolent glee! She was loving every minute of this - reveling in the misery she was inflicting on the unfortunate woman on the table. Not for the first time I wondered what state her thong panties must be in! I was also loving it and right now I was having all sorts of problems in my pants! My clitoris was throbbing with lust and I could feel it peeking from between my labia. My knickers were now buried deep in my cunt and every time I adjusted my position I felt the crotch of my soaking panties rub against my clit tormenting me further. How much more of this could I take before an orgasm hit me? Sharon's Ultrasound Ordeal Again the probe was applied lightly to Sharon's flesh bringing another gasp of distress, only this time more urgent, from my girlfriend. Fascinated, I glanced again at the mirror to check out Megan's reaction. Her face was a mask of cool, professional detachment but the sound of Sharon's urgent gasps caused her eyes to widen with pleasure and her red lips twitched upwards again. She was sitting with her legs slightly parted and her spare hand was resting on her thigh. As she worked Sharon over I saw her hand moving involuntarily towards her crotch as if she wanted to slip her hand into her tunic and play with her cunt! Beneath her tunic she was naked except for her undies and her stiff nipples were now clearly visible through the fabric of her hospital uniform. "Christ, her panties must be dripping." I thought, lost in my own erotic reverie. She was enjoying herself so much but had clearly decided there was more fun to be had from this woman's ordeal if she turned the heat up on her helpless patient! Megan stared intently at the console. The Grey ultrasound images swirled on the screen as she adjusted the settings. And then once again the probe was pressed against Sharon's swollen midriff - only this time she applied noticeably more pressure, the head of the probe pressing into Sharon's painfully distended abdomen! "Aaaggghhh!" This time Sharon was unable to hold back an anguished cry of distress! Megan eased the pressure off in response and Sharon bit her lip and fell silent apart from the sound of her laboured breathing. And then Megan, her eyes dancing with delight, pressed home the probe again even more firmly! "Aaaggghhh! Please stop it, please!" cried Sharon desperately. Sharon couldn't prevent herself from crying out but as soon as the words were out I knew that she would be furious at having to ask Megan to stop. Sharon's determination not to appear distressed was being worn down and her brave facade was crumbling. Knowing the type of person she was I wondered what was worst for her - the physical discomfort (which must have been excruciating), her embarrassment at at being so obviously desperate to urinate or her humiliation at having to plead for mercy from Megan! Megan eased the pressure off again but it was obvious she was getting off on hearing Sharon cry out in distress - tech girl was being an utter bitch and I had the delicious feeling the show wasn't over yet! "I'm really sorry." said Megan exuding sympathy and understanding but unable to disguise her obvious enjoyment of Sharon's predicament. "I know what this is doing to you. Look if you really can't wait any longer pop into the toilet and we can arrange this for another day." Sharon's face displayed anger and bitter resignation. I knew what she was thinking and feeling. She was feeling angry knowing that Megan knew how desperate she was for relief and she was thinking that if she stopped the procedure now she'd have to come back another time and go through all of this again. Plus it would be an admission of defeat and for Sharon that was unthinkable! "Well do you want to call it a day." smiled Megan sweetly. "No." said Sharon through gritted teeth "I can't afford the time to do this again - let's get this finished, only please can we make it quick?" "Good girl." smiled Megan "And don't worry I promise I'll make it quick - I can see how badly you need to go." Sharon's face registered annoyance, presumably at Megan's familiarity, and dread at what was coming. It seemed that this procedure had turned into a battle of wills between Sharon & Megan. Unfortunately for poor Sharon it was a very unequal battle - tech girl was holding all the aces and Sharon was completely at her mercy! Megan brought the probe into position again holding it poised just above Sharon's aching bladder. Sharon gripped the table, gritted her teeth and looked up at the ceiling her eyes brimming with tears. Down came the probe to press against Sharon's swollen abdomen - this time tech girl moved it around in circles covering every inch of Sharon's taught, aching flesh. Time and again the probe was passed over Sharon's bladder only this time Megan varied the pressure - she would press firmly causing Sharon to groan and cry out with distress and then suddenly ease the pressure off. Then she would press a little more firmly, increasing the torture and Sharon would cry out in agony. She knew exactly what she was doing and so did I. The bitch was deliberately pressing a little harder each time knowing what it was doing to poor Sharon. She knew that Sharon's bladder was weakening and every time she pressed just a little harder she was taking this poor woman closing to pissing her pants! Her eyes danced with delight as she repeatedly took Sharon to the brink! "Aaahhhh!" "Nnnngggghhhh!" "Aaaggghhh!" Sharon's anguished cries echoed around the small room. I imagined the receptionist outside behind her desk hearing the sound and grinning with pleasure as she imagined Rachel torturing Sharon! Meanwhile inside the room Megan and I sat creaming our pants at the sound of Sharon's suffering! "Nnnggghhh! Isn't that enough? Please I can't take any more!" cried Sharon as the probe was once again passed over her. Megan turned and smiled at her again "We're almost done." she said reassuringly "Just one more go and then you can use the toilet." "I can't take any more. Do you know what this is doing to me? I'm going to wet my pants if you touch me again with that thing!" Sharon's resolute facade had now crumbled and her dignity was destroyed - she was now begging Megan for mercy! Megan clearly loved hearing Sharon's desperate pleas and it seemed she was determined to extract just a little more fun from the situation. "You've been really brave." she smiled and then ignoring Sharon's protests she brought the probe down again pressing even more firmly against her tortured bladder! "Aaaaggggghhhh! Stop it! I can't stand it you little bitch!" cried Sharon "I'm going to piss my knickers you lousy cow!" Megan ignored Sharon's outburst and she had evidently decided that she'd had as much fun as possible with Sharon. "OK we're done." she said removing the probe "I'll just wipe the gel off and you can go pee." Megan took a paper towel and began to wipe the gel off Sharon's abdomen causing her cry out again in desperation. "OK sweetie." smiled Megan "You can hop down off that table and empty that bladder". I expected Sharon to leap off the table and run into the toilet but she didn't move. Her face was grim with concentration and it was obvious that she was afraid to move too quickly for fear of flooding her pants! "Someone please help me down off the table." she begged, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please." she repeated "If I sit up too quickly I'm going to wet myself!" Megan and I swung into action to help her off the table. Megan supported her shoulders as we swung her legs off the table and then I eased her down taking care not jolt her into pissing her pants! Poor Sharon! - she didn't even have time to put her trousers on, she just grabbed them and held them against her groin before hobbling very slowly into the toilet, taking tiny steps and desperately battling to keep control. Sharon entered the toilet and closed the door behind her. I heard the sound of her shuffling towards the toilet, there was an anguished moan and then the sound of the toilet seat being raised. For a few seconds there was silence and then a stifled groan - part distress, part relief - as she was finally able to empty her bladder. Even with the door closed we were able to hear her urinating - a strong powerful stream cascading noisily into the toilet bowl punctuated with the occasional sob of relief! She seemed to be pissing forever - well over a minute by my estimation. On and on it went streaming noisily into the toilet. The pressure in her bladder must have been excruciating and the sound of her urine blasting into the toilet was incredibly loud. I was suddenly aware of how quiet it was in the examination room. Megan was writing some notes but there was no conversation between us and it was obvious that she was listening intently to the sound of Sharon urinating. I imagined her getting off on the sound - the noise and the length of time she took to empty her bladder further confirmation of how desperate poor Sharon had been and what a harrowing ordeal she had suffered! Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, she finished relieving herself. The powerful stream subsided to a few droplets and then silence followed by the toilet flushing. A few moments later we heard footsteps and the toilet door opened. Sharon's ordeal was over but she still looked a bit of a state, hair mussed up, sweaty and disheveled. Her face was till flushed pink and she looked angry and embarrassed (she was presumably aware that we'd been able to hear her urinating!). She'd put her tight trousers back on which were clinging to her thighs and bottom like a second skin. "There now, feeling better." smiled Megan as she emerged. "Yes thank you." replied Sharon tersely through gritted teeth still clearly resentful of the humiliation she had been subjected to. "It's such a great feeling when you're finally able to empty out isn't it?" Megan went on cheerfully. "I could see how desperate you were." she added. "Do you mind if we get finished please." replied Sharon, clearly annoyed "I'd rather like to get home." "Oh no problem." smiled Megan "I'm just writing up your notes - please feel free." Sharon slipped her shoes back and went to the door. I followed her out as did Megan. The receptionist smirked at Sharon as we passed her eyes shining with pleasure and amusement. She obviously knew what had gone on in that room! "Feeling better Ms. Ward?" she inquired in a sly voice. Sharon didn't even bother to reply but just kept walking determined to leave as soon as possible. As we left I glanced back and saw that Megan had followed us out and was now stood by the receptionists' desk. The two of them were chatting away and it wasn't difficult to imagine what they were talking about! Furtive giggles followed us down the corridor and as we neared the exit they didn't even bother to hide their delight. Peals of laughter echoed down the corridor and I had the feeling they were going to have a lot of fun talking about Sharon's ordeal after we'd left! We left the building and made our way back to my car. The journey home was slow, delayed by the ongoing roadworks, and in the late afternoon sunshine the interior of the car was hot and stuffy. We made the journey in almost complete silence. I tried to make conversation, sympathising with her about the ordeal she'd had to endure but she cut me off immediately, clearly still angry and embarrassed at what she'd been put through! So the journey continued - even with the air con on the atmosphere in the car was stifling and I began to be aware of Sharon's body odour! She was still flushed and sweating profusely - the perfume she'd dabbed on over 2 hours earlier was fighting a losing battle and being overpowered by the smell of her sweaty body! I was of course too sensitive to Sharon's feelings to mention this (plus I had always found her B.O. A real turn-on) but her embarrassment was understandable. But as the journey dragged on Sharon's embarrassment was about to increase as another, different, scent began to permeate the hot atmosphere; the scent of urine - the scent of pissy knickers! It was barely noticeable at first but as we crawled along the smell of urine became stronger in the cramped confines of my car and soon neither of us could fail to notice it! I glanced across at Sharon and saw her wrinkle her nose - she glanced down at her crotch, her nostrils flared at the acrid scent and her face blushed redder! Now there was no mistaking it - she had obviously pissed her knickers! She must have lost control at the last minute and wet her panties before she was able to reach the toilet! She must have hoped that her accident would go unnoticed but now the smell of urine emanating from her crotch was betraying her shameful little secret! The knowledge that Sharon had wet her briefs was deeply thrilling and, once again, I found myself creaming my pants, my clit throbbing with excitement! The fact that she'd almost made it to the toilet just made it better. She'd got so close but at the last minute she'd been unable to hold it back and had pissed her pants! "Christ." I thought "Much more of this and my pants are going to be wetter than hers by the time we reach home." And so we crawled home, the car stinking of Sharon's sweat and urine while she sat red faced, squirming with embarrassment and I sat next to her trying to concentrate on driving and at the same time seething with pent up sexual frustration! Eventually we arrived home. As soon as I pulled up Sharon was out of the car and through the door. I followed more slowly and by the time I was through the door she was already upstairs in our bedroom. "I'm going for a shower." she shouted down and as I climbed the stairs I saw her dart across the landing to the bathroom - she'd already stripped and was wearing only a towel wrapped around her. "Fine." I replied climbing the stairs. I heard the bathroom door close followed by the sound of the shower door sliding and then the hiss of the shower. The laundry basket was in the corner of our bedroom and as soon as I knew Sharon was in the shower I was in there, rummaging through the dirty laundry searching for her pants! There they were - I found her discarded clothing bundled up at the bottom of the basket. Her blouse and bra were damp with perspiration and smelled strongly of her sweaty body. I found her trousers and sniffed at the crotch which bore the tangible scent of her urine! And then I found what I was really searching for - her discarded knickers! She'd try to hide them at the bottom of the basket and I could see why! Sharon's panties were wet through, the crotch soaked where she'd pissed herself! The sight and scent of her pissy knickers had me almost coming in my panties and I was suddenly overcome with the urge to strip. I scrabbled at the buttons on my blouse, quickly undoing them. My blouse was followed quickly by my trousers. I removed my bra leaving me in just my thong. Picking up Sharon's knickers I held them again against my nose breathing deeply on the intoxicating scent of her urine soaked pants! I reached down and felt between my legs - my own panties were soaked with my cum and I began to caress myself, massaging my cunt as I felt myself approach orgasm! The hissing of the shower ceased jolting me out of my sexual reverie. I placed Sharon's wet panties back in the laundry basket and went over to our bed. I lay on the bed, still in just my pants and propped myself up on one elbow. Seconds later I heard the bathroom door open and Sharon entered the bedroom wearing just a fluffy white towel. She found me lying on the bed in just my knickers and I felt her eyes sweep over me - her gaze lingered on my bare breasts and took in the tell-tale wet patch in the vee of my panties and I saw a familiar lustful gleam in her eyes! "Feeling better?" I enquired casually. "Much better." she replied cheerfully "God I really needed that shower." "Yes, I bet you're glad that's all over." I said "That was some ordeal she put you through." Sharon's face registered anger presumably at the thought of what she had been subjected to. "It was a terrible ordeal." she muttered gloomily "And the worst thing was I swear that little bitch Megan enjoyed the whole thing!" I smiled at Sharon "Oh I agree." I replied "I think she loved every minute of it and you know I don't really blame her - put it this way she wasn't the only one enjoying it and you're not the only one who's ended up with wet pants today." I continued, opening my legs so she could get a better look at the crotch of my briefs! Sharon looked stunned and then she realized what I was saying. "I don't believe it!" she exclaimed "You were getting off! All the time you were sat there while she poked and prodded me. You watched her work me over, knowing how desperate I was, knowing what it was doing to me and all the time you were getting off and creaming your pants!" I didn't reply. I just smiled at her and then stood up. I crossed the room to the laundry basket feeling her eyes staring at the jiggling cheeks of my bare ass split by the back string of my thong. I opened the basket and fished out her panties. Then I turned to face Sharon, her wet pants dangling from my finger. "I found these." I murmured smiling "You tried to hide them but you needn't have bothered - I knew you'd pissed in your knickers long before we got home." Sharon's face burned red, a combination of anger and embarrassment. Her anger was understandable but she wasn't fooling me - her eyes were still glassy with pure, carnal lust. "And were you getting off on that too?" she said in a quiet, embarrassed tone "Were you creaming your pants knowing I'd wet my knickers you little bitch?" Again I didn't reply. This time I strolled nonchalantly over to stand next to her, her soaked panties still dangling from my finger. I wafted the stinky, wet briefs under her nose - she closed her eyes and her nostrils flared at the acrid scent of her own urine! When she opened her eyes they were burning with sexual desire! "Oh yes," I replied "but don't take my word for it - check me out for yourself." I adjusted my feet so I was standing with my legs parted and then took her hand and guided it into position so she could caress my crotch. I felt her hand begin to stroke me through the damp fabric of my panties. "Well, well." she murmured. "Someone's got very excited at the thought of me pissing my pants haven't they now, well we don't want to waste that now do we?" she went on, her voice husky with pure lust! "What are you going to do to me?" I asked as I felt myself getting close to coming at her touch! "Get on the bed and you'll see." she commanded. I needed no second bidding and immediately climbed onto the bed and waited for her to join me. She strolled over to the edge of the bed and then reached up to where her towel was tucked in just above her breasts. A quick twirl of her fingers and the towel fell to the floor revealing her fantastic body - her nipples were rock hard with excitement her engorged clitoris peeked from between the damp folds of her labia! "Are you going to come and get me?" I murmured. "Oh yes." she replied her voice croaking with lust. She eased open the bedside drawer and reached inside. When her hand emerged she was clutching 2 pairs of handcuffs - she was going to shackle me to the bed and the thought drove me half-crazy with desire! She took my left hand and with quick, expert movements cuffed my wrist before attaching the cuffs to the headboard (there were a number of handy attachment points). She repeated the process with my left wrist leaving me helplessly handcuffed to the bed. Returning to the bedside drawer she brought out 2 lengths of thin soft rope. She looped the ropes around each of my ankles and then tied them off at the end of the bed spreading my legs wide apart! By now I was delirious with lust! "Please!" I groaned desperately "You're going to ravage me aren't you? Please take my panties off I need you to make me come!" I begged. Sharon climbed onto the bed and sat astride me and then a strange smile appeared on her face. "You'd love that wouldn't you?" she murmured. "You're desperate for sex right now aren't you?" "Please!" I begged again. "Sorry Rachel," she replied, still smiling "I've got something different planned for you."