Yes

"You want to get out of those wet things, don't you?" asked May. "I mean, do you want diaper rash?"

Lauren hated to admit she really wanted to get the urine soaked panties off. She spied a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. It was a pink silk bathrobe with a dark red silk belt. "Can I wash up and get that bathrobe?" she asked.

May looked at the bathrobe then back at Lauren, "if you give me those panties, we'll see."

Lauren turned her back to May and started to slip off the panties. Once she got them off, May shoved Lauren up against the wall. She grabbed Lauren's arm and twisted it behind her back.

"Ow, what are you doing?" screamed Lauren. She dropped the panties.

When Lauren's back was turned, Lauren had slid the bathrobe sash off and was now tying it to Lauren's wrist. She then bent Lauren's other wrist back and tired Lauren's wrists behind her back.

"Stop it!" said Lauren, "I did what you said."

May reached down and picked the wet panties up. She pulled them down over May's head so the crotch was over Lauren's face.

"Oh god, this is not funny! Please stop!" pleaded Lauren.

"Actually, it's quite funny," said May.

Lauren sank to her knees.

"Tell, you what," said May, "I'll take the panties off if you let me give you a swirlie in the toilet. Either that, or I just leave you in here for an hour or so with those panties over your face.

Lauren felt the wetness on her face and the acidic smell of her urine was wafting up her nostrils. She was not sure she could take this for an hour, but getting a swirlie in front of these assholes was a pleasure she did not want to give them.