This falls into the category of sex when one or both parties need to pee. The story is laid mostly in an internee camp of 1942, through the recollections of a former female inmate, and told somewhat in flashback style. The story itself is fiction, but incorporates much of what has been written by real persons with similar experiences. It involves mild bondage (internment), watersports, exhibitionism, and consensual sex involving two very full bladders.
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Emily Vorgstrom stood before the crowd of students, assembled to hear her recount her wartime experiences as an internee in the Far East during World War II. It was something she found herself doing more frequently lately, for the passage of time had seemed to reawaken an interest in those long-ago events among the younger generation. Emily had become active in social and political affairs in recent years, and had developed a talent for public speaking. Her war experiences were a frequent topic she was asked to discuss.
She had addressed this group of students for nearly an hour, going over the events through which she had lived, and its relevance to present times, at least as she saw them. She always enjoyed the interest the audience showed, particularly younger ones. This time, her husband Dan was in the audience, listening to her recount stories he had heard many times before. He thought Emily was a good speaker, something he was uncomfortable at doing, and was content to hear her tell of events they had both shared.
Emily had been born Dutch, and had grown up in the East Indies (then under Dutch rule) in the years before the war. As a young woman a bit over twenty, she had met her husband, Dan Vorgstrom, when he came as an American technician to work in the Indies in 1940. They had married there, and had been swept up in the events of 1941 and 1942 when the area was overrun by the Japanese invasion. Under the occupation, most of the foreign population was rounded up and held in internment camps.
This had happened to Emily and Dan. As a young couple, without children, they were taken into custody and soon dispatched to be held in a prison camp for internees. As was the custom of their captors, men and women were separated and held in different places; or, as was the case with Emily and Dan, in separate compounds of the same camp.
After describing the historical events of the war, Emily usually described what the camps were like, and how they were treated, for this seemed to interest the audiences the most.
Emily had been taken into the women's compound, along with about a hundred other women, mostly Dutch, British, or Australian. They ranged in age from little girls to old women well over seventy, and there were a few small boys with them. Boys were kept in the women's unit, with their mothers or family members, only if they were younger than about six; older boys went into the men's compound. The women had to work, not so much for their captors, but to sustain their own lives. They were provided rudimentary supplies, a quantity of food rich in rice (the staple of the area), some vegetables, and once in a while a chicken or a few fish. The food kept them above starvation level, but it was hardly abundant. They had to do their own cooking and cleaning. The water supply consisted of system to catch rainwater. In the wet climate, it provided them adequate water to drink and cook, but there was little left for bathing or washing. They had a makeshift shower for bathing, but of course no hot water. The women soon limited themselves to two cold showers a week.
There were a few nurses among the inmates, and they tried to attend to medical needs with whatever supplies they could find. Grooming and hygiene was minimal, as they had little to work with. Each woman, if she was lucky, had come with a small bag of clothing and whatever she could scrape together when she was arrested, and some that had been picked up away from their homes had nothing but what they wore. Cosmetics were quickly abandoned as nonexistent. A few of the women had razors, but the blades soon became dull and unusable, and the women found no way to sharpen them. They gave up shaving legs and underarms, and hairy legs and bushy armpits became badges of being internees.
While the men were in a separate compound and no visiting was allowed, there were attempts to communicate. Sometimes a guard could be induced to carry a message from one to the other. At one point the two compounds were close enough that rock with an attached message could be tossed, by a strong thrower, from one to the other. Sometimes voices of men could be heard by the women, but any unduly loud yelling was quickly quelled by the guards, so little communication was done in this way.
Frequently Emily was asked about the abuse she endured. She was quite frank about it. While there were rumors of women being raped or physically abused in other places, she had not seen it in the camp she was in. It probably happened, but it was not rampant. The abuse she received was more subtle.
The camp commander, a minor tyrant she thought, enforced discipline among his troops. They were not permitted to enter the women's barracks except in cases of disorder or a suspected infraction of rules. While the soldiers usually stayed out of the buildings, the women soon realized that suspected rule infractions seemed to occur at times the women could be expected to be dressing or undressing, when soldiers would burst in unannounced and proceed to search the area while the women hastily tried to cover up.
The guards were all male soldiers. Emily never saw a female among them. Thus all of the inspections were by men. While it did often occur, surprise inspections were made in other private areas. If an inspection was to be made of the shower facility, it was invariably made while a woman was using it. An inspection of the toilets never seemed to occur unless two or three women had just gone in to use them. Thus the women were subjected to little assaults on their privacy.
The camp commander also had his own methods of discipline for the prisoners. While the women gave him little trouble, realizing their fairly helpless situation, some did answer with sarcastic remarks or open insults. If displeased, the commander would prescribe discipline. One woman, after such an incident, was ordered to drink a large amount of water, well over a liter, and then compelled to stand in an open area for a prolonged period, under the watchful eye of her guards, and with no opportunity to relieve herself. Eventually, when she could hold it no longer, she wet herself in her dress, much to the delight of the soldiers. Another woman, after giving the commander some particularly harsh back talk, was ordered to strip in the middle of the compound and made to stand there naked, exposed to everyone's view, for over four hours.
Frequently the commander would summon inmates to his office, situated in a small building. To be summoned was not a happy event, for it frequently implied a suspected rule infraction; but often it concerned merely matters of camp administration or work assignments. The women were not viewed as sources of military intelligence, but were often interrogated on their personal histories and skills. Whatever the reason, the commander seemed to enjoy humiliating the women he needed to talk to.
Initially, women summoned to the office were simply required to leave their shoes outside the door. The women saw this as a simple observance of a common oriental custom. However, soon the commander decided that this was not enough to humiliate the women into proper respect, so he extended the rule. Each inmate entering the office had to remove her dress (or whatever outer garment she had on) outside, under the watchful eye of a guard, and leave it with her shoes before entering. Thus she was made to enter in whatever underwear she had on. A few of the women had slips, but for most, this meant going in dressed in panties and a brassiere, both increasing ragged as time went on. This not only humiliated the woman, but encouraged her to be cooperative so as to get the matter over as quickly as possible. If she was not compliant in whatever was asked of her, he would commit the final assault on her modesty by commanding her to remove her underclothes and hold them in her hands, behind her back, while she had to stand in front of his desk naked, until the business was completed.
While Emily had asked about her husband during her confinement, she learned little. Requests to visit were simply not entertained, although the women often asked. Probably the men did, too.
When Emily finished her recanting of the story, she took questions from her audience. Today, she was asked by one young lady, "Did you ever see your husband while you were in the camp?"
Emily responded, after a bit of hesitation, "Yes, just once. We did have a visit." She turned to another questioner, but the young lady persisted, "How did you manage that?" It was obvious that Emily wanted to get away from the subject, for she just said "The commander allowed it, but just once in all that time, " and she then went to the next question.
