So, sometime last year I made a story about Velma and a couple of people requested Daphne. I finally found some free time and made this. I don't like it as much, as it was much harder for me to write about Daphne. The story is supposed to take place during the Scooby-Doo, Where Are You episode where they go to China/Chinatown and get that ancient Chinese mask.
Danger prone Daphne had done it again; she had been captured. What started as a trip to China had turned into a nightmare as soon as she listened to that sleazy art dealer and bought that mask. She groaned, the gag around her mouth successfully muffling any sounds she may have tried to make. She'd been here for a little over an hour and had already tried to break free, almost managing to slip her arms from the rope bindings. Unfortunately, as soon as she got close to freeing herself, one of the zombie goons had come inside the room and tied her even tighter.
Which, right about now, was starting to cause problems. Daphne shifted in the hard chair, screaming around her gag in an attempt to get the attention of her captors. One peeked his head inside, and Daphne shook her body around wildly, almost tipping the chair over. The guard took quick strides, stopping before her and pulling down the gag,
"I have to use the restroom!" Her voice echoed in the room and she winced when she heard just how frightened she sounded. Still there were more pressing matters to think about. There was a long moment where the man towered above her, staring. Finally, he reached down and replaced the gag, leaving the room without a word. Daphne screamed as loud as she could, banging her feet against the ground and causing a fuss. He couldn't possibly leave her like this, could he?
Evidently, he could, and the door was shut with a deafening bang. Daphne stopped her movement, except for the constant tapping of her purple heels against the concrete. Her bladder strained annoyingly against the rope wrapped around her, and she could feel the heaviness in her abdomen. Daphne wasn't one to hold her pee for long period of time anyway, never too embarrassed to ask for a pit stop. And at this point, she had used the restroom along the side of the road more times than she could count. As such, her bladder wasn't used to being stretched and she reached her limit within the hour.
She rocked as best she could, trying to ground herself into the chair. Realistically she knew she couldn't be holding much, she had just gone a few minutes before being taken hostage. However, she felt like gallons of liquid had made their way to her bladder, and she was struggling to keep her muscles clenched. Her thighs opened and closed repeatedly, which seemed to help but not much. She wouldn't be able to last much longer, not if those creeps would keep ignoring her.
Less than 30 minutes later, she began screaming again. By now, her legs were wrapped in tight knots around each other, and the redhead struggled to keep herself dry. She had broken out into a sweat and she was almost certain that the crotch of her underwear was at least a bit damp. Her hips rocked back and forth in the seat and while she knew she couldn't, she tried constantly to bring her hands to her front so she could grab herself. Her voice was starting to get hoarse and still no one would come to the door. She groaned, practically sobbing at this point. She let her head drop onto her chest, her long hair falling in her face.
She still kept her legs crossed tight but it was hardly helping. She could just about feel all the pee pent up inside her try to force its way out. Her belly had distended greatly, pushing her purple dress outwards. Her stockings cut horribly into her stomach thought, pressing down on her bladder and preventing it from expanding much farther. Her feet still clacked against the floor, although now her thighs and buttocks were shaking from the effort of holding back the flood. Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks from the pain, and she had begun chewing on her bottom lip.
Inevitably, there came a point where, feeling fatigued from the entire day's events, her concentration slacked. Several short spurts of pee found their way into her panties, and she gasped in horror. With renewed vigor she attempted to get the guards attention again. However as she began screaming, she could feel a few more drops leak out. The drops turned into a short, four or five second gush of pee. Daphne moaned, that had felt unbelievably good, so much so that she had trouble stopping herself. The gush tapered off, but a steady stream still continued, making trails down her thighs. Her moaning and groaning filled the room and she only managed to hold on for another few minutes before she gave in. She uncrossed her legs, and before she could even spread them, pee burst forth from her hole.
It fell out in such a huge quantity that she couldn't even begin to suppress her moans of relief. Her stockings darkened several shades where the pee soaked through, and her bottom felt warm and wet (but not too unpleasant). She could see a patch in the front of her dress and she knew that the back was soaked completely. She had only been going for a few seconds when the pee cascaded from the chair to the floor, the sound loud and echoing in the room. It almost reminded her of the rain and she smiled, both from the thought and the immense pleasure she felt. She emptied out relatively fast, her thighs still shaking even after she had finished. She looked down at the floor, her puddle surprisingly large, and spreading out quickly.
She let out a sigh, at least now she could wait out her captivity in relative comfort. Of course, as luck would have it, she could hear Freddy and Velma chatting from outside the door. Daphne could feel her face burn bright red, how would she explain this to the gang?
Very nice. I had never thought about a story involving the Scooby-Doo characters, but that was very nicely done. I'll have to go read your Velma story now.