>>8256
>>8254
>Pee on the ground

Relief at Last

You squat on the cleanest part of the toilet, after all you remember what you learned about the dangers of UTI. Skirts up, panties down, time to do the business you are here for!

A steady stream of golden urine arcs out of the crevice at the root of your thighs, creating a warm little puddle between your legs.

You are about halfway through unloading your bladder when you felt something cold and metallic pressed against the back of your neck, followed by sharp electrical jolts ripping through your body. You collapse in your own urine puddle, twitching and spasming on the piss covered floor.

Two hooded men towering over you, one holding a taser in hand, the other a bloodstained tablespoon.

"Looks like we got another one." One mutters as he forcefully inserts two fingers into your exposed womanhood, still wet with pee, and painfully stretching it wide open "How long do you think this one will last?"

"Around minute? The last one went limp at around 50 seconds, this one looks a bit sturdier."

He pins you on the ground effortlessly, pulling the lips of your womanhood wide apart with one hand, he thrusts the taser deep inside your canal with the other, sending a gush of blood and tiny bits of your once intact hymen seeping out between your legs.

He flicks the switch on, and starts a timer.

DEAD END