Twelve is humiliated

Calvo whistled happily as he strolled through the woods of Tau Ceti two, enjoying his freedom after long months of captivity. Just a couple of steps in front of him guardswoman twelve was far less pleased to be out in the woods. She stumbled continuously, unable to keep her balance properly on the uneven terrain with her hands bound tightly behind her back. Whenever she slowed too much for Calvo's liking he'd speed her up with a jolt from the painstick to her ass, making the slender woman squeal and jump despite it's low setting. Her ass was sore now from the repeated shocks and she was unable to wipe away the sweat that dripped down from her short cropped black hair. To make matters worse Twelve had desperately needed to piss for some time now and her bladder felt as though it was ready to burst. Tau Ceti two's huge red sun was still high in the sky and the heat was beginning to exhaust her. Twelve muttered to herself going over in her mind what she'd do to her cocky tormentor once he'd been recaptured.

"Ok, we rest here for a few minutes." Calvo said suddenly.

Twelve looked about. They were in a small clearing with a small stream running through it. The light from the blood red sun bathed the clearing in an eerie glow. Calvo had knelt by the stream and was scooping up water in his cupped hands to drink. She licked her lips thirstily, her throat was parched from the muggy heat and the exertion of the brisk pace Calvo had been forcing her to keep up.

"Water." Twelve croaked, swaying unsteadily on her feet.

"Help yourself sweetcheeks." Calvo laughed, standing up and stepping away from the small stream.

The exhausted guard staggered to the water's edge and fell clumsily to her knees. She bent forward and lapped at the water like an animal, drinking the cool liquid greedily. Her thirst satisfied for the moment she struggled to rise from her knees and abruptly lost her footing and pitched forward. Unable to put her hands out to save herself she pitched face first into the shallow stream, spluttering as her head and shoulders were submerged. Calvo strode forward and bent to grasp the helpless woman by the scruff of her uniform and pull her upright. Twelve stared at her captor sullenly, with the extra water she'd just drank her bladder now felt ready to explode.

"I need to piss." She sobbed miserably.

"So piss, I'm not stopping you." Calvo laughed.

"Untie my hands so I can go." The unfortunate guard asked. "Or do you get some kick watching women piss themselves."

Calvo smiled, with one swift movement he gripped the waistband of Twelves uniform and tugged the bottoms down to her ankles. Putting a large hand on the slender woman's shoulder he **** her down into a squatting position.

"There you go sweetcheeks," He said smirking at her discomfort. "Happy now?"

Twelve's face flushed red and she bit her lip as she felt tears begin to well up. As much as she hated the position Calvo had put her in she could no longer hold the pressure in her belly and a stream of piss began to spray the ground beneath her. Calvo studied the guard thoughtfully, her legs were slender and well toned and from this position he could see the mass of wiry black curls that covered her pubis. He felt his cock stiffening inside his coarse prison trousers as he imagined those slim legs spread wide to reveal the tight pussy that was hidden behind Twelve's thick bush.

A couple of miles further back, Eighteen paused for a moment to study the ground in front of her for signs of Calvo and Twelves passing. In the light, following their trail had been reletively easy, but she had lost quite a bit of time finding a safe route down from the slope above the pool and she judged that she was about an hour behind her quarry. Her eyes picked out the telltale marks she was looking for, a scuff mark there in the dirt and a turned stone. With a grim smile she gripped her stunner and pressed on in pursuit.