[ShinyDemon]

Hello again... and sorry for leaving it so long for this next installment.

Firstly, thank you again for all your messages, comments and support - especially regarding the negative rep I received last time. Also a big welcome to truthdevil - a new member to the site.

Sadly, I am nearing the end of this story (don't worry - still a couple of installments to come yet). The truth is that I am running out of ideas, and don't want the quality to fall. The good news, however, is that I am already coming up with ideas to a sequel !! I can't say too much about it yet, but hope that it will be as popular as this one has proved. The characters will be the same, and it will follow on directly from this story.

Anyway, onto...


PART XVIII

Ed continued to smile at us all as we sat there naked, wiping the cake crumbs from our faces.
Claire glanced at the clock and noticed that there was only a couple of minutes left until midnight. Ed noticed her, and before she could even say anything, he said, “Don’t worry about that. We’ve got plenty of time yet.”
“But the game ends at midnight !” Claire tried to argue.
“Don’t you remember the agreement ? As I guessed the word that you wrote down, you all had to be my slaves… for the rest of the night !”
Claire thought back, as did I, trying to recall what had actually been agreed. Ed was right – during the original game, the dares lasted until midnight. However when Ed made the rule about guessing the word, he had indeed used the phrase ‘for the rest of the night’.
Just to put emphasis on the position, Ed added, “Besides, with this video I’ve got of you all, I think I’ll make you my slaves for as long as I want.”
I had known Ed for quite some time, and it was sometimes difficult to know when he was joking and when he was being serious. He also had a very dark sense of humor, and the two of these features could prove very confusing to fathom out what he was thinking sometimes. I could often guess and, if forced to guess at his way of thinking at this present time, I would have to say that he meant what he was saying.

Whilst we tried to comprehend what lay in store for us, Bex raised her hand like she was in class.
“What is it Bex ?” asked Ed.
“Please, sir. I really, really need to go to toilet.” Bex replied. It had seemed that she was purposely playing the submissive role, but she spoke for all of us. My bladder was close to bursting point.
“Hmmm, you’re right… and I do love the way you asked. Ok, everyone back up to the bathroom – but no one is to use the toilet just yet ! I’ll be up in just a minute.”

We all ran up the stairs and into the bathroom. As we stood there, we all looked at the toilet, and it just aggravated our bladders even more knowing that we could not yet use it.
After four or five minutes, Ed appeared. In his hand were some long cable ties that my mum kept in the kitchen drawer and used for various household projects.

“Now, which one of you disobeyed me earlier ? Who didn’t swallow all of Stevie’s cum ?” Ed said, mockingly.
“Ah, yes, the Birthday Girl ! As promised, Sarah, you will now be punished for your disobedience, and as an example for the rest of my lovely slaves.”

Ed instructed Sarah to kneel down in the bathtub. She did as Ed asked. Ed then fastened a cable tie around each of Sarah’s wrists, then a third between the other two, securing her hands behind her back.
He then gently guided her forward, so that she was lying face down in the bath. He allowed her to get comfortable, then proceeded to secure further cable ties around her ankles.
Finally, Ed looped together five or six ties, then looped them between the cables securing her wrists and ankles, leaving my sister in a hogtied position, face down in my bath.
Next, Ed put the plug in the bath. By this time I was getting very concerned, as I’m sure that she was. I knew that Ed wouldn’t hurt or try and drown my sister, but this looked as though it could get out of hand.
Fortunately Ed did not turn on the taps, as I thought in the back of my mind he might. Instead, he stood up and simply said to my sister, “Piss yourself.”
“What ?!” my sister replied, looking horrified.
“You heard me… piss yourself… now. If you don’t, we’ll help.” Ed replied.
We watched and waited for a few minutes, and despite my sisters best efforts she couldn’t pee herself in front of us all.
“Bex and Jo… tickle her until she pees.” Ed commanded.
Both girls knelt down next to the bath, and began to tickle my sister in all the spots that they had access to. Bex concentrated on Sarah’s back, bottom and sides, whilst Jo went straight for her feet – knowing how ticklish my sister was there.
My sister screamed and squirmed as the punishment continued, and before long a jet of warm piss appeared from between my sisters legs. It splashed on the surface of the bathtub, then ran down and accumulated at the plug hole, right in front of my sisters face.
The girls stopped their tickling, and my sister looked at the pool of pee right in front of her.
She kept her head raised, but her hair was already dipping in the pool.
“Claire – straddle Sarah and piss on her.” Ed commanded.
Claire didn’t argue, and no sooner had she positioned herself, a stream of pee was flowing over my sisters backside, running off her smooth skin and onto the floor of the bath.
“Bex – you’re next.” Ed said, and again Bex positioned herself over my sister. Within a few moments, her piss was merging with the rest in the ever deepening pool.
Jo was next up, and she pissed over my sisters shoulders. Sarah gasped as the warm fluid ran down her back and sides.
Ed looked at me, and said, “Steve, give your sister’s hair a piss shampoo.”
I chose not to get into the bathtub, as the whole floor of the tub now had urine in it. Instead, I stood at the side, and pointed my penis at her head. As I relaxed, a jet of urine spurted out and hit the side of my sister’s head, right about ear level. I moved slightly to ensure that I gave her hair a good covering, almost scared of what would happen if I didn’t.
As my stream ended, my sister turned to look at me, just in time for a last squirt to hit her on the cheek.
Ed also needed to empty his bladder, and covered any area of my sisters head that I had missed, and also filling up the bath a little further.

Now that we were all done, Ed told my sister to relax, and that she would be there for some time. My sister, now knowing that resisting this was futile, accepted her fate, and carefully lowered her head and rested it sideways on the floor of the bath.
The urine level was between half and one inch, so the side of her face was covered, although there was no risk of drowning or swallowing any.

Ed ushered the rest of us out of the bathroom and back downstairs – leaving my sister to soak in her own, and the rest of our, juices.

TO BE CONTINUED…