By the time Crystal was done feeding Eric and Nathan, she was exhausted. Her body was slick with sweat, and she was anxious to have some alone time. "Alright," she said as she prepared to leave, "Sleep well."

"Darling," Eric cried, "I need to go to the toilet."

Crystal's body stiffened. "I beg your pardon?"

"I have been tied up all night until now,"

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Eric explained. "I have physiological needs." He raised his eyebrows. "This request is legitimate."

His request is reasonable - Crystal realized - But how can I let him pee without letting him go? And what will I do when he needs to take a shit...? She sighed and said, "For now, just piss yourself. I will figure something out by the end of the day."

"I haven't wet the bed since I was a five-year-old kid," Eric argued. "If I do that, then you will have to change my pants."

Crystal chuckled and said, "You mean, you were still wetting your bed when you were five? That is funny. And embarrassing. But if it helps, why don't you pretend that you are still a child. You act like one, anyway, so it should not be too much of a stretch. And I will send one of the servants up to change you."

Eric couldn't fake his smile anymore. "Mrs. Bush, you need to understand that you can't lock me away for much longer. Once I have been gone for 24 hours, my people will start looking for me. If you do not let me go right now, then when they find me, it will be your turn to be tied down. You will be the one pissing your pants like a child. What do you think about that?"

Crystal thought for a moment, and then she said, "Why don't we stuff your p***s into a bottle, create a seal, and strap it to your abdomen? That way, if you have to pee, you can pee, and you won't have to worry about soiling your clothes."

Eric was speechless, and by the time he thought of something to say, she was gone.

Crystal returned moments later, and she had a large bottle in her hand. Eric's eyes went wide, and his face lost its color. "You can't be serious!"

As Crystal undid his pants, he began to shout and curse, but she paid him no mind. She pulled his flaccid p***s out of his pants and shoved it into the bottle, and because it was such a tight fit, no sealant was necessary. Then she took off his belt and used it to secure the bottle to his abdomen.

Once the bottle was secure, Crystal took a step back. She examined her handiwork and saw that it was good. Then she looked Eric in the eyes and said, "Pee."

It took a moment for Eric to get a stream going, but once his urine came, it shot from his dickhole in a torrential outburst that caused the bottle to shake violently. As soon as his stream tapered off, Crystal asked if he was done. He nodded, and she carefully removed the bottle from his p***s. It was nearly full, and she was extra careful not to spill it on herself.

The urine stank and Crystal quickly put the cap on it. She showed him a wicked smile and said, "I can tell that you've been holding that in!"

"F**k you," Eric grumbled. "You are one extreme bitch!"

"Yes, yes," Crystal replied amicably. "I know. F**k me. I am such a bitch. Whatever..."

Suddenly, Nathan called her name. "What do you need?" she asked. "And it had better be good. My patience is running thin."

"I also have to pee," Nathan replied.

This is too much - Crystal thought. "I will ask a servant to serve you."

"That's not fair," Nathan complained.

"I am her husband!" Eric exclaimed. "I get special treatment."

"Bollocks to your special treatment." Nathan laughed and said, "I guess it doesn't really matter. She may be your wife, but I was the one f*****g her all night long."

Crystal's face turned red, and she turned to the door that led to Nathan's room. "Shut up, you!" she shouted. "You can accept a servant's help, or you can piss yourself. I do not care which you chose to do." And without waiting for a reply, she left the room.

****

Once Noah was out of sight, Nancy was defenseless. So, when Paul threw her over his shoulder, there was nothing she could do except complaint. He carried her to his room, and then he assaulted her repeatedly until they both passed out from exhaustion.

Nancy woke up as evening turned to night, and for a moment, she thought that it had all been a terrible nightmare, but then she realized that she was still in Paul's arms. He was asleep, though, and she thought - Now is my chance to escape!

Unfortunately, she was so weak that she could barely move. Her eyes closed, and she fell back asleep.

Meanwhile, Crystal had been waiting for her in the living room. She had seen Paul carry Nancy into his room, and she had assumed that he was going to assault her. She had not expected it to take so long, though. Eventually, she got tired of waiting, so she asked Noah to take the incense burner from Eric's room and put it into Paul's room.

Once Crystal was sure that Nancy and Paul were asleep, she snuck up the stairs.

When she opened the door to Paul's room, the smell of incense mixed with the strong scent of intercourse hit her like a brick, and she had to cover her face with her hand to keep herself from gagging.

Before moving on, she took a vial of peppermint oil out of her pocket and took a sniff. This would replace the other smell in her nostrils, and it would prevent the dr*g from affecting her. Finally, she walked over to the side of the bed where Nancy was sleeping. Crystal dabbed some of the peppermint oil onto her finger and rubbed Nancy's philtrum. She looked up, and as she waited, she prayed to a God that she was not sure even existed. "Dear God," she whispered.. "Please make this work."