I think all the time about being put in medieval-style stocks somewhere public and forced to gulp down water until my bladder is horribly distended and swollen. I don't want to drink anymore but my captors keep holding my nose to make me gasp for breath and and then forcing it down my throat. Bottle after bottle till I'm so full it hurts. There's a spreader bar between my ankles forcing me to keep my legs apart, so all I can do is twitch and thrust my hips and wiggle my ass to help hold it in. I'm bent over at the waist in a way that puts pressure on my bladder and makes the sensation even more urgent. Dressed up in frilly lingerie and girly makeup just to break what's left of my pride. Anyone can squeeze my stomach and slap and grope me from behind and I'm powerless to stop them. The pressure is unbearable and I'm already trapped in this humiliating position, just counting down the minutes until my muscles fail and I wet myself in front of the whole crowd who are gathered to laugh at me, but I can't bring myself to just let go. I fight pitifully against every leak, amusing my captors further by whimpering and panting like a dog as I struggle to stay dry.














