The Witch's Tower: Part 2

[Vassal 1,471]

This story contains female peeing, wetting and pee drinking in a medieval fantasy setting

 

The pair exited the carriage, Brooke taking one last glance at the circular stain left on Isla's bench, her eyes now glued to the witch's shapely bum as she followed up the path. The black fabric of Isla's robes damply hinting that the woman had simply pissed herself in the carriage.

“I guess black really does hide it, I wonder what it feels like,” Brooke thought to herself, cheeks reddening as she found herself slightly aroused. Brooke had always wanted to wet herself, but her cautious, protective, older sister Cordelia disallowed it, sighting that it'd be too easy to find and even worse, easier to find out who it was leaving puddles in the guest bedrooms, the hallway, the kitchen at night and so on. The thought never occurred to her again until now.

As if feeling her gaze, Isla spoke, “First things, first we're going to work on changing you into a more appropriate outfit. And I can already tell what you're thinking, but you must hold it until we get inside my tower. You're no where near ready to go in public,” said Isla, glancing back at the rented carriage's driver, now starting head back to the nearby village.

“I thought he was your man,” answered Brooke, “Is there anyone else in the tower?”

“Oh no, it's just us, occasionally one of the local girls comes to pick up potions, tinctures and things. Halle also comes to take care of the livestock. She's the only one that knows from the village, by the way. It can be awfully boring by yourself, students are far and few between. Her family line has potential but sadly she lacks the necessary golden current. So you'll at least have someone near your own age to talk to. I wish I could say the same about your mother. Maybe with some companionship during these trials she could have discovered your potential sooner. We are absolutely forbidden from being found out by the general public. They would riot if they knew. ”

“My mother?” Brooke wondered, how old was Isla? The witch didn't look much more than 10 summers older than Brooke was. “If they found out?” Brooke now thought back and wondered why Isla's pee tasted slightly familiar.

Interrupting Brooke's train of though, Isla announced their arrival at the tower. Brooke for the first time removed her gaze from the wet bottom of the older woman and finally took sight of her new home. The tower was rather mundane, but fit the pretenses of what a witch's tower should look like. The 3 story, cylindrical stone structure was capped by a conical tile roof. There were multiple wide windows with what seemed to be extra large, worn window sills.

“Welcome to your new home.” Isla said, opening the door for Brooke.

Stepping inside Brooke had to do a double take, the interior was much larger than the outside appeared. Witchcraft, she reckoned. The décor wasn't much different than her home in the castle. The walls were lined with thick yellow curtains, columns and there were several light blue rugs covering the floor. It was modest if anything. The open hall had a large table in the middle surrounded by many high backed wooden chairs. There was a large fireplace in the back of the room. The door shut with a loud boom and Brooke nearly jumped,.

“Welcome, welcome. Now that we are inside, you can finally get to business, my potion must be doing the trick, is it not?”

“You're what? Oh, your pee that I drank earlier in the carriage,” Brooke replied, suddenly doubling over with a wave of desperation.

“Right on time,” Isla noted. “Now, to get you fitted for your new wardrobe I'm going to need you to wet your gown. This will be the last time in a while that you'll be wearing such clothes so I suggest you really soak them. I can give you another drink if you'd like.”

Remembering the delicious taste of the warm salty, bitter liquid Brooke had consumed before she licked her lips, “I think I'd like that, but I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold it.”

“I thought you'd say that,” Isla smiled, “and there's plenty of time left in the day, you can go at any time. But first I need to change into something less cumbersome. Follow me.”

Grabbing a large goblet from the table the dark haired woman motioned for Brooke to follow her up the stairs set against the wall. Not sure how to interpret the new instructions the princess followed her up the stairs, sneaking a hand in her crotch every few steps. Brooke noted the small, low set windows on the outside walls, the sills oddly worn in the middles, like a smooth seat. Counting the floors Brooke was shocked to see them stopped at the fourth and final floor, the witch entered a room at the back and proceeded to the wardrobe, opening it up and grabbing another black outfit. Brooke's desperation was more apparent now, crossing her legs in a most unlady-like position.

“I thought I told you that you could go at any time, feel free, don't worry about the rug.”

Brooke was now aware of the lusciously thick carpet beneath her feet.

She watched as the older woman disrobed in front of her, revealing her shapely ass as she pulled over her new black dress. Brooke immediately noticed this one was a bit... unconventional. Turning around Isla revealed that the thigh length dress ended in a triangle right above her pussy! Leaving her privates and thighs bare to anyone that would be present. Turning around to close the wardrobe the witch showed off her perk ass, similar exposed. Additionally there was a deep v-cut neckline, showing off the witch's creamy, bountiful breasts, straining at the fabric.

“Much better. It's more convenient, you see, we'll make one for you in due time once you've ascended passed being a novice. Speaking of which, we need to get started on making it! I said you could pee!”

Taking her instructor's cue, Brooke gave the signal to let her bladder's hold release as she stood. It took some time for the signal to reach her urethra. Brooke had never wet herself, after all. Soon a tell tale wet spot emerged on the crotch of Brooke's gown, followed by a loud hissing. The wet patch grew as the hissing intensified, the princess now fully going to the bathroom in her gown, standing on her teacher's bedroom rug. Brooke moaned as her warm stream now rolled down her inner thighs, caressed her calves and tickling her feet as her pee soaked into her slippers before soaking out into the carpet.

“This feels incredible,” Brooke said as her wee was streaming down her legs, soaking her dress in a fan shaped stain, back and front. “It's so warm and enveloping.” This went on for several more seconds before she finished up with a few forceful spurts, causing the light purple fabric to shine as new waves of urine flowed through them.

Sighing with relief Brooke said, “So where's my novice robes? I'll need to change.” The purple gown was now clinging tightly to the front and back of her thighs, accentuating her crotch, thighs and ass.

Ignoring the princess, Isla grabbed the goblet, spread her legs slightly and held it up to her exposed, bald pussy lips. Brooke watched as they parted slightly and a pale yellow waterfall erupted from her fanny, noisily filling the goblet. When it reached the brim, Isla expertly cut off the flow and let her lips drip into the cup before handing it to Brooke.

“You must keep your bladder full and there's plenty more where that came from, so down the hatch.”

Brooke could again feel the warmth of Isla's pee radiating from the goblet. Taking in her womanly scent Brooke eagerly down the goblet, handing it back to the witch, who eagerly refilled it. The student again, swallowed the contents like it was fine wine.

“That's enough for now,” Isla instructed. Brooke was disappointed, she was still overcome with an intense need to drink the woman's urine.

Isla once again placed the goblet between her lips, squirting her pee into the receptacle. Wiping the rim on her lips as she finished her final toilet, she this time brought the cup to her own lips and savored as she drank her own piss.

“Now, as I was saying, a witch's clothing is her uniform. As you have in court formal dress, so do we. You've seen me in it already, the robes are a symbol of our station and help us be... discrete in our work. Out of the public eye, I prefer to wear more functional clothing as I'm sure you'll soon discover, but for now you'll be restricted to the long black robes. As for your question they aren't ready yet, you've already started the process of making them however. I told you, pee is the essence of magic, your gown has a long soaking ahead of it. Our robes, thus imbued with our wonderful wee become magical themselves, they dry quite quickly, letting us hide any evidence when among the less-talented folk,” Isla responded.

“So I'm supposed to keep peeing in my dress to make the robes? And quick drying? Wasn't your bum wet just a moment ago? You said you had gone in your dress at the beginning of the trip.”

Isla smiled, “Exactly, I like a quick learner. And as for my wet bum, I didn't say that I wouldn't wee again, I always need to pee as you've probably figured out. Now lets go downstairs to my laboratory to continue the lesson. And remember, you need to absolutely soak that dress, so if you need to pee, just pee. Don't worry about any of the furniture or upholstery. Though I doubt you would, your mother told me about the curtains this morning.”

Brooke was taken aback, maybe her mother wasn't as clueless to her toilet activities as she though.

Wet slippers now squelching with each step, Isla instructed Brooke to remove them. “While inside we'll go barefoot,” the witch explained.

In the laboratory, Isla had Brooke sit down at a desk and continued her lecture, “For the next few weeks you will have to exclusively drink my wee. Yes, you heard me right, no liquid may pass your lips unless it came from my pussy. The only exception being your own and only when I am not around to quench your thirst.”

Again as if on cue, Isla approached Brooke's desk, or rather approached the goblet, now sitting at the corner of the surface, the perfect height to hang her pussy over the top as she straddled the corner. Mid-sentence the professor let a slow dribble fall into the interior, not wanting to drown out her lecture as she drowned the goblet. Brooke drank the contents as Isla paced back into the center of the room.

A faint hissing could be heard as Brooke wet herself once again. This time sitting on the desk chair. The auburn girl bit her lower lip as her hot pee pooled around her bum, caressing her folds as her ruined gown struggled and failed to hold her toilet before running down the cloth in sheets to her feet.

“Good, now you're getting the hang of it.”

The introductory lecture last for only a few hours while the instructor periodically refilled the student's cup. The student obliged her teacher by hydrating as instructed. As a result Brooke's gown was thoroughly soaked from the waist down. Brooke found she could pool some of her pee upwards if she pushed her thighs together, she delighted as she looked down as her crotch grew darker and darker, wetter and wetter as her urine soaked through her expensive gown. The wet patch continued to grow periodically as the lessons continued.

“Now, you must be exhausted from the journey and my lecture. I had not intended to go on that long. I will give you a quick tour of your living quarters and let you rest before dinner.”

Standing up from her seat fresh pee dripped down her legs. Looking back Brooke giggled seeing the wood seat wholly darkened and a large puddle surrounding her desk.

Taking her back upstairs to the third floor Isla presented Brooke her new living quarters. The room was similar to the instructors. She had a bed, wardrobe and desk, there was also a chair in a corner with the plushest cushion she had ever seen. There was also a small table in one corner, Brooke noticed that there was an opening in the ceiling above. What shocked Brooke more was that there was an actual chamberpot present. She had assumed there would be no need for such things. In fact there were several vessels that resembled the potty on shelves about the room. Study equipment, Isla had said.

Isla continued to point out a door at one end of the room. Opening it up Brooke revealed her very own personal garderobe. “Now I know what your thinking, but this is only for the other one. Such filthy business, you'll find you need to go much less, but you'll still have to.”

Seeing the latrine sent signals to Brooke's bladder and she found she had to go again. She grinned with a devilish idea. Pushing past Isla she sat down on the toilet, not bother to remove her dress, in fact she bunched up as much as she could and shoved it in the hole the best she could, blocking off the air cooling the wet cloth. Isla grinned as well as she heard Brooke's signature hissing filling the small room as her piss soaked into the bunched up fabric between her legs.

Spreading her lower lips with one hand, Isla displayed her pink insides to Brooke as she held up the cup forward in front of her open pussy. With precision a jet of hot piss squirted into the goblet, filling it up so Brooke could refill.

“This feels... naughty,” Brooke gasped, still soaking her inner thighs as she continued to wet her dress.

“A quick learner indeed, that feeling is what helps us channel our urine. Now finish up and I'll let you rest,” handing off her pee to the princess. “Dinner is in a few hours, I'll come get you.”

Waking up from her nap, Brooke shivered slightly under her linen covers, she went to bed in the wet, ruined dress which was now coolly clinging to her skin. Butterflies fluttered in Brooke's stomach as she got a naughty idea. She had to pee again and she had never peed while lying in a bed before. Once she and Cordelia had straddled the corner of one of the guest beds, hovering their bare pussies over the covers while they sprayed it with their piss. This was no where near wetting the bed. Brooke gasped as her bladder took over, hot urine escaping her labia splashing against her inner thighs. Her toilet was pooling around her bum and slowly making its way up her back, soaking into the gown. A loud hiss followed by mute burbling was heard from beneath her covers as Isla knocked and entered the room.

For a moment Brooke looked shocked afraid of getting in trouble for wetting the bed, but she soon remembered where she was.

“It's quite alright, in fact I encourage it,” giggled Isla, at Brooke's slight embaressment.

Isla sat herself down on the side of the bed, handing Brooke yet another goblet filled with clear, yellowish liquid. As Brooke drank from it, another hiss joined the room as Isla herself started to pee on Brooke's bed.

Seeing her pout, Isla smiled, “You can't be the only one having the fun.” Isla closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of using her student's bed as a toilet.

The pair finished up and Brooke got out of bed, throwing back the top covers to see her stain cooling on the bed. She then took a good look at herself and was pleased to find the only dry spot was on her chest!

“Grand! We're nearly there, now come down for dinner.”

Brooke was surprised to see that the table on the first floor was now fully set with a full course meal for herself and Isla. Sitting down, Brooke jumped slightly as her cool damp gown pressing against her skin. Since dinner was a formal affair the princess was hesitant to warm herself up.

“I know I've peed myself during your lecture and wet the bed but is it really okay to piss here during dinner? Dinners are formal affairs.”

“Of course, where else would you go? Have you never sat next to a man during those things? Perhaps not, ladies do retire early. I'll let you in on a little secret, the dinner table is where everyone pees. Most lords I've known won't even leave the table during a conversation. One had a servant who would sneak under the table with a pot, another would pull out his cock and aim it into his long boot! Like I said when you got here, feel free to wee where ever and whenever you'd like. You can squat right on the table and pee on the food for all I care. Except you're not allowed, you're nearly finished preparing your robe.”

Take a glass, Isla moved forward in her chair and a delightful tinkling erupted from under the table as Isla prepared another draught for her student, passing it to her. Her stream didn't stop as she removed the vessel, and was now loudly slapping against the bare stone floor in front of her. Without stopping her flow, the witch grabbed another glass off the table and used it to catch her errant stream gushing from between her legs.

Taking a sip of her own toilet, Isla announced, “Starting tomorrow I'm going to start drinking your wee as well to judge how well you're doing.”

Even after the day's activities, Brooke reddened at the thought of someone drinking her urine, let alone announce it at the dinning table.

Noticing this Isla said slyly, “I hope you don't mind acting as a keg, a lot of people in the future are going to drink that which comes from your tap.”

Brooke reddened even deeper at the thought of all the villagers unknowingly drinking her magic potions made from her pee and felt a deep tingling deep inside her cunt. The tingling brought another need for her cunt and Brooke spoke up, “I have to go now if you'd like me to fill a cup for you.”

“Not so fast young lady, I appreciate your generosity but you've still got a dry patch on your tits. And besides I just filled a glass,” Isla replied before taking a generous sip.

“That reminds me, how am I supposed to wet my chest anyway? I'm lacking in a long cock for that,” Brooke stated, “I guess I could wet the bed again and lie on my stomach.”

“While exciting, why not try something knew, something... acrobatic,” offered the teacher.

Thinking for a moment, Brooke's eyes lit up and she shot out of her chair and towards the nearby wall. Lying on the floor she propped her legs up against the wall so that her hips and likewise her muff would be positioned over her face. Her soaked dress was wetly clinging to her skin and didn't take much to keep in place. It took a bit to get going but soon her warm pee was flowing in waves, soaking into the wool and slowly making it's way down Brooke's stomach in small rivulets. She laughed as it tickled while trickling onto her breast. Pushing on her bladder harder a torrent erupted between Brooke's upturned legs noisily staining the last of her dry gown.

Grinning Brooke triumphantly got to her feet, completely soaked from head to toe from the day's toilets.

“Grand! Lets clean up dinner and we'll proceed with the final step,” Isla clapped.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this story so much @Vassal. It's both hot and creative. 

[new2this 128]

Ha, I love it.  Good stuff @Vassal

 

[Ms. Tito 2,396]

Ooooo I love this

[piss trans girl 2]

I love this story please make more of this.

[Vassal 1,471]

I really need to get writing again. I liked this story a lot.

Writer's block is real and I've also been extremely preoccupied with current events in the US, so I haven't really been in the right mindset for writing erotica.

But I've got the apartment to myself for the week which always helps with inspiration, if you know what I mean. Watching The Witcher show again would also help get back in the right voice too.