Fitness tests

How did I let myself get the here? Kate thought as she balanced precariously on her palms.

She had already been made to perform backflips and somersaults down the hallway outside her bedroom, and plank while her friends sat on her back.

Her years of archery training had given Kate balance and upper body strength, but even she was struggling to perform the grueling exercises.

"H-how much longer, guys?" Kate weezed as her friends walked around her, admiring her posture and marveling at her body.

Her arms were starting to shake, and sweat had joined the bath water in clinging to her skin and dripping from her hair, but that wasn't Kate's only concern.

It was still very late...or was it very early now? Kate had no idea what time it was. All she knew was that it was still dark outside, and the rest of the campus was asleep. But the longer this ordeal went on, the higher chance there was of someone seeing her, upside down and as bare as a newborn.

"Err...guys?" she asked. Kate could feel them standing just behind her, conspiring quietly.

Without warning, a hand slapped her powerfully and painfully on the backside. Caught by surprise, Kate was thrown off balance and toppled to the floor.

Winded, Kate had no time to recover before her friends were on her again.

She writhed about on the carpet, trying desperately to wriggle from their grasp, but it was futile.

Their fingers dug into every inch of skin they could find: behind her ears, into her neck, under her armpits, over her stomach, between her legs, behind her knees, on the soles of her feet, and between each of her toes.

"G-guys!" Kate weezed between howls of laughter, tears running down her cheeks. "S-stop!"

But this time, there was no respite.

"Seriously...s-someone is g-g-going to hear!"

But a stranger intruding on them was hardly Kate's most pressing concern at that moment.

She hadn't wet herself since she was a small child, but as her friends continued to **** her, Kate's bladder was threatening to end that streak.

Kate tried to cross her legs and her bladder started to become dangerously full, but her friends pushed her legs apart during their ongoing **** of her skin.

"P-please!" Kate stammered, "I-I-I...I'm going to a-wet myself!"

But rather than stopping, her friends increased their intensity.

"I'm not joking!" Kate screamed. "I can't...h-hold it m-much longer!"

One of her friends leaned close, pushed her damp her back and whispered in her ear: "That's the idea, babe."

Stunned that her friends were seriously forcing Kate to wet herself, the archer fatally lost control of her bladder.

Tears of laughter quickly from became tears of humiliation as she felt her thighs become soaked and a pool begin to spread around her, soaking into the carpet.

The moment her bladder had failed, Kate's friends withdrew.

Exhausted, sweaty, chest heaving and gently crying, Kate buried her face in her hands.

How could her "friends" be this cruel to her? She'd suggested a harmless game of dares, not the complete exposure and humiliation someone!

Her body yearned for a long shower, and even longer sleep, and as many clothes that she could struggle into at once.

Knowing that her friends would see Kate wetting herself as the peak of any possible humiliation, Kate rose to her bare feet and padded over to her bedroom door...