Excursion to the Holy Tower

[rann 686]

This story is a direct continuation of Part 1. The first part was originally supposed to be a one-off, but people enjoyed it so much that they inspired me to make a follow-up. Thank you very much for your feedback! I hope this installment is just as fun.

(This story takes place at a fictional setting in a real-world country, and asserts no opinions regarding it or its people. Additionally, religion is very much an inseparable part of the culture being portrayed and thus this story shouldn't be taken as a commentary about the religion specifically.) This story features naughty peeing, vandalism, and general malice.

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On the second and final day of our group excursion, a curious dichotomy emerged. Having arrived at a humble riad the night before, the group, hot and weary after the desert palace, gratefully accepted the warm hospitality offered by the kindhearted staff. By the time morning rolled around however, many hopped on the first cab back to the city, eager to escape the remainder of the tour and the discomfort offered by the arid desert climate. The few who remained stubbornly stuck around to complete the tour; some simply wanted to get their money's worth, some had nothing better to do, and some, well... I suppose some were simply optimistic. And indeed, what majesty this day's itinerary promised to offer! Today's destination was none other than Hassan Tower, the only surviving remnant of what was to be the Caliph's grand vision for the largest mosque in the world, circa 1195 that is.

Optimistic indeed! The grandeur of the forgotten mosque set my heart aflutter, and as I gathered in the riad's courtyard with the sparse few who were going to participate in the day's excursion, I fantasized about standing amidst what was once hoped to be the center of the old world. Unfortunately, my reverie was quickly shattered as I saw who else had bounded down the steps to join the handful of people wanting to participate in the day's activities.

My mood immediately soured -- it was her. So distressed was I by her behavior yesterday that I hardly slept at all last night. The image of her dimly-lit semi-nude body unremorsefully urinating all over what had once been a miraculously preserved relic of Morrocan history was burned in my mind. I did my best to avoid thinking about it, much less the permanent damage that no one knew she was responsible for. Of all people, she just had to be among the few who stayed for the second day.

The well-rested young girl's chipper demeanor only served to upset me further -- clearly she hadn't been bothered by her behavior yesterday, nor had she grown some modesty overnight. Insensitive as ever to the religiously conservative country's customs, the form-fitting attire she wore yesterday was replaced by a looser, more fluttery set. The airy gray tank top she had donned failed to cover her midriff, and there were no signs of an undergarment beneath. On the other hand, it was clear as day that she had at least clad her nethers in underwear, as the loose black shorts she was wearing rode low enough on her waist to showcase a bright, baby-blue t-string wedged in her immodestly exposed crack. As if she could give me any more reasons to do so, I seethed inwardly at her disregard for the culture around her and averted my gaze.

Mercifully, our tour guide gave us some time to decompress before we took to the dirt roads again, and I used the time to clear my head. Given that we were allowed to peruse the various merchant stalls that lined the winding alleyways surrounding the riad, I had decided to simply avoid the girl as best I could -- there was no use ruining my day by fixating on her presence. In fact, I actually ended up enjoying myself quite a bit as I browsed the local artisanal crafts for sale and found myself purchasing a fair amount -- there was simply so much culture to be found among the hand-carved marble sculptures, polished wooden religious pieces, and glistening ornate brassworks dotting the shopfronts!

And yet, my elation was once again short-lived. I do not know why my brain chose to agonize me so, but somehow I was able to discern the figure of the bratty little girl I had been trying to avoid meandering near a merchant's stall. Just as I was about to turn my back however, I noticed what she did: it was evident that she had purposely waited for the merchant to turn his back, and in one swift motion, she grabbed an ornate, arabesque ceramic basin off his makeshift display shelf and walked away with it without so much as a Dirham spared.

Once again, the brat left me appalled. Many of these merchants hardly scraped by and relied on tourists for their meager incomes. Certainly there was a small level of risk in displaying their wares out in the open, but to see the girl so casually steal a meticulously crafted item was simply infuriating. Worse yet, at the time of writing this, I simply know that she stole the poor man's handiwork solely so that she could use it to relieve herself someplace shameless. The fact that she no longer had it in her hands when it came time to board the tour bus again was proof enough that it had likely been left behind somewhere after having unceremoniously served as a receptacle for the girl to empty herself into; I can only imagine the stench from the girl's urine as it sat out in the afternoon heat for someone less fortunate than her to clean up.

At the very least, the bus was rather empty compared to the day before and I was able to sit in a row by myself. I was intent on enjoying myself during the tour and appreciated the opportunity to privately seclude myself within my thoughts, free from any distractions. The ride was bumpy and rickety as ever, but having fewer people onboard made our journey marginally more comfortable this time around. Additionally, many of us were better prepared for the heat today, and took the liberty of packing more water bottles to avoid dehydration; the cramped little lavatory at the back of the bus proved to be a godsend which I visited regularly.

And as we finally reached our destination, I could clearly see that the wait was worth it! Eclipsing yesterday's palace with its splendor, the grounds of the once-imagined grand mosque spread as far as the eye could see. Although its halls would forever remain unconstructed, concrete square markers could be spotted across the vast expanse of land to denote where walls were to be built, with Hassan Tower standing imposingly in the distance. Certainly the tower was to serve as an entryway to the prayer halls as denoted by the rounded pillars (an impressive mathematical feat at the time!) lining the walkway towards it, but I knew that it too stood unfinished as construction never progressed past the fifth floor. Still, the sight of the complex was magnificent and it offered breathtaking panoramic views that humbled even the other tourists. However, this excitement was admittedly short lived since, after the initial impression wore off, there... wasn't much else to do. Much to my chagrin, we were told that Hassan Tower was off-limits due to structural concerns.

I sighed, trying desperately not to evoke a reminder of yesterday. For my part, I slowly walked along the entry walkway with my eyes closed, imagining how the grand mosque must have towered all around its visitors. As would be typical of the time, the architecture would doubtlessly showcase an impressive array of geometric designs. Indeed, part of history's allure came from imagining what once was, or what once could have been. But I suppose it was inevitable that my reverie was disturbed by none other than the annoying little girl who I had so been trying to avoid this trip. My wistful mood turned to panic, and then a flash of anger as I saw the brat once again meandering near the restricted area, only to slip in unnoticed yet again.

I seethed within. Certainly at this point her behavior had to be intentional. If she even had a the slightest notion to repeat her past activities here, at a religious site of all places, I would not let it stand. My mind was made up to confront her, and I hastened towards the minaret not knowing for sure what I would do if I were to catch her urinating in there. My mind was racing at the possibilities, and just as I clambered in through the entryway, I-

"Oof!"

Something soft had stopped me in my tracks. As I took a moment to process the situation, I slowly realized that I was standing face to face with her; in my haste, I had bumped directly into her and she was now staring at me with her nose wrinkled in mild annoyance. Before my dumbfounded self could react however, in all of the ways that she could have reacted, she surprised me by grabbing my hand and shushing me.

"Shh! Come on, if you stand there, they'll see you!" she hissed as she pulled me to the side.

She was grinning now, looking directly at me. Wait, no -- she was looking past me. She was looking at the... walls? And the ramp leading to the second floor?

"I know, I know, we aren't supposed to be in here, but I couldn't resist!" she gestured excitedly towards the ramp. "See that incline? They built it like that so they could use animals to carry building materials up to the higher floors."

I stood there at a loss for words. That... was exactly right. Before me, the girl continued to talk as she pointed to various designs along the walls, including a line of scripture that evaded even my notice. A few minutes later, she was tugging my arm towards the incline so that we could explore the second floor. All this time, I hadn't said a word as I was completely and utterly confused. This girl was incredibly knowledgeable--! Did I... was this even the same girl? Were the events from the day prior merely a horrific hallucination from heat stroke?

As these thoughts swirled around my head, I began to relax and honestly started to enjoy myself quite a bit. Following her up the incline, I couldn't help but feel charmed watching her enthusiasm. Choice of attire aside, she really did have an energetic, lithe figure. It didn't take long for me to start returning her idle chatter, and soon the two of us were excitedly exploring the second floor! We combed room after room, taking care to leave them undisturbed while pointing out the historical purposes of each one. The rooms were a trove of information, but it wasn't until we reached one in particular that truly awed us.

It is well-known that academics were highly prized alongside religion in the region, and this sentiment was unequivocally embodied by this room. The windows of the room were covered with wooden shutters cut with holes of complex geometric shapes. The result? A silent constellation of sunlight dancing across the room, itself furnished with numerous, doubtlessly hand-carved wooden tables, as well as a shelf of objects that were likely for study. The shelf itself contained various artifacts such as ancient books, stone sculptures, prayer rugs, and even what appeared to be a simple telescope. Although the tables did not appear to have any chairs, I caught myself and recalled that, indeed, much more prevalent at the time were various floor cushions, which could be found scattered around the room.

A genuine hall of learning. It was utterly breathtaking -- a hidden, venerable beauty tucked away in a vast desert land. Given the layer of dust covering the room, the two of us were likely the first to have set foot in the chamber for many, many years.

"Wow..." the girl murmured, bouncing giddily at the sight of the room. "Kinda reminds you of that other room yesterday, huh?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! It-- uh..." I trailed off.

"Heh, thought so." The girl turned to me, still smiling yet her expression become malicious -- predatory. "Why are you following me?"

A trap. I had slipped up, and she had caught me good. She must have known that someone had seen her in the desert palace chamber, but only had her suspicions until I just confirmed it. If that was the case, was she admitting to her brazen vandalism yesterday? But what about all of her historical knowledge? Yet of course that did not excuse the fact that she--?! There were so many things I wanted to blurt out -- so many curses, so many questions. My frustration must have showed in my face because she seemed to be enjoying her moment, and as if reading my mind, a glimmer appeared in her eye as she regarded me coyly.

"You saw that, huh? Ehh... when you gotta go...~"

This set me off. "And you couldn't use the lavatory on the bus?! Don't you realize what you did?!" I found my voice rising at her lack of seriousness. "You selfishly destroyed priceless-!"

"I know exactly what I did," the girl interrupted with a chuckle, no doubt enjoying the recollection. "I know all about this stuff," she gestured around. "My dad is on the preservation board for this junk -- he's kind of a big deal here."

My anger unabated, she only added to my confusion. What was she talking about?

"It's because of him that I've had to live the past few years away from home in this rundown country," she continued as she rolled her eyes. "I know all about these 'artifacts' and junk, and sometimes I enjoy admiring them," she grinned, "but other times, if I feel like being a teensy bit bad, I'll break some of them~"

So she was a spoiled brat after all. Before I could even interject, she continued.

"I mean, hey, just because I know about them doesn't mean I don't get bored, you know? The weather here is awful and I have to drink so much water just to stay cool. After a while, I just started going wherever was most convenient! Makes life so much easier, you know? Plus I mean, you gotta admit, it's pretty hilarious to think about some of these shitty relics being undisturbed for so long only to meet their end because a cute little girl decided to come along, spread her pussy, and piss all over em!"

I was aghast at the blasé manner that she was talking about urinating in public places with no regard for the conservative locals. Here she was, showing absolutely no remorse for defiling precious history and was, in fact, now rambling about her penchant for doing her business over unoccupied seats aboard the ONCF trains prior to disembarking. Not only was she callous in relieving herself publicly, she seemed to enjoy it despite the mess she left behind. With the way she spoke, knowing that others would have to clean up after her impromptu christenings was probably a plus for her.

"Shut up!!" I yelled, unable to listen to her incessant chattering for one more second. "I'm going to let the guide know what you've been up to. I'm sure the authorities will want to have a word."

The girl didn't even flinch.

"Sure, sure" she replied, with a dismissive tone. "But... like I said, my dad is on the archeological preservation board here. Annnd..." she smirked, "he donates a lot of money. I promise that you if you piss off the local police by making him question them after picking me up, you'll be the one facing jail time instead."

Ah-... bribery. Another staple of the region.

I was in over my head. It sounded like such an obvious lie, but if it was true, having to bribe my way out from disgruntled policemen coming after me would decimate my funds, possibly preventing me from going home. I was at a loss for words now, and I merely shook my head helplessly. All I could do was stare at the ground -- there was nothing I could do.

When I looked up however, the girl was grinning broadly. She knew very well that she now had a captive audience.

"Well then!" she nodded with her hands on her hips. "Now that that's settled, I'm sure you won't mind if I take a leak here, hmm? Don't worry, even if a few things get ah -- let's say -- absolutely fucking ruined, my dad always lets me off the hook!" she batted her eyes innocently. "All I have to do is show him my puppy-dog eyes then lie to his face that I'll be a good girl from now on~"

Anguished, all I could do was wince. I pleaded with her to at least consider a different chamber, but all she did was giggle mischievously.

"Oh? Well you see, when you so rudely interrupted me in the entryway, I had originally planned to pee right there and be done with it!" she pouted indignantly. "Since we spent all that time walking around, now I have to go really bad, all because of you!"

Lamely, I protested, "Oh come on! This is a mosque of all places! Practically the entire building is a holy artifact!"

The girl merely gave me an amused look. As I continued to make my case, she casually hooked her thumbs around her waistband and stared around the room like a child getting lectured. Then however, she turned away from me, bent over and tugged her shorts and underwear below the base of her cheeks to moon me.

She giggled, shamelessly baring her buttocks as if to mock the idea of the grounds being sacred, as well as my plea for it to remain that way. "You were saying?" she asked innocently as she turned her head to look back at me who had trailed off in shock. Playfully wiggling about as she continued to moon me, she resumed her rambling.

"You know, every major bazaar has a mosque tucked around the corner," she continued, "if you're worried about retribution or whatever, well... let's just say that I've lost count how many times I've left suspiciously yellow puddles soaking into their prayer rugs," she laughed. "What can I say? They're soft and handy to wipe with too! They suck a little at being absorbent, but hey, I haven't been struck by lightning yet!" As she said this, one of her hands absentmindedly wandered up to play with one of her nipples, no doubt recalling perverted escapades of slipping in between prayer times to messily relieve herself on the go.

Seeing the incredulous look on my face only encouraged her unfortunately, and the chatterbox was intent on drawing out my agony.

"In fact, I'd say that peeing in mosques has gotten kind of boring lately!" she stretched nonchalantly, as if she wasn't talking about casually disrespecting the country's predominant religion. "At least when we got to the riad yesterday, I was able to make things a bit more exciting because you know that one table near the bed? Any time I had to go, I would actually aim so that it would arc up and hit the little TV on top of it. I think it was like by the third time or so that the TV stopped working, and the room totally smelled awful in the morning, but hey it was a fun change of pace!"

As she yet continued to talk, the girl somewhat absentmindedly began to make a show of stripping off her clothes entirely. She casually tugged off her tank top to bare her breasts, unabashedly giving them a squeeze as she detailed her dirty escapades. She then pulled her bottoms back up, only to drop her shorts entirely to instead stand naked in the room clad only in her tiny baby-blue thong accentuating her tight butt. Arching her back while slowly sliding off the t-back to bare her shaven genitals, she gave herself a playful spank as she kicked her clothes to the side of the room. She was completely relaxed despite her nudity -- she knew that I was powerless to do anything, and was making sure that I knew how much she was enjoying the fact.

As much as her babbling enraged me more and more, when she finally fell quiet, I was far more alarmed. The reason for this is because I saw what attracted her attention. Atop one of the tables lay open a book -- one that I immediately recognized as a holy book.

It made sense, since we were technically inside the grand mosque. But a preserved tome like this--! Holy books at the time not only contained scripture, but also detailed the day-to-day habits of their prophet and followers. A true historical and religious account of daily life -- to historians, such accounts were gold mines! This was a relic that was beyond holy, and I knew with certainty that there was absolutely no way the girl had anything good in mind for it. Thus, trying to mask my alarm, I queried her.

"Hey, uh, what are you doing?"

Alas, the little imp could feel the thinly-veiled panic in my voice. She replied in a gratingly playful tone. "Hmm? I told you already, didn't I? I'm going to have a little tinkle here if that's fine with you?"

It was anything but fine, and her casually walking towards the helpless book made my heart pound harder by the second. As she approached the tome however, she turned around as if to look around. But as she turned her head back to make eye contact, the naughty grin on her face told all.

Giggling, she hummed innocently as she adopted a pose that was anything but innocent over the book. The girl had arched her back and backed up to hover her pussy directly over the open pages of the book. It was a depraved, blasphemous display. She was standing nude, putting all of her most sinful body parts on display inside one of the holiest sites of the old world. Her shameless stance was making a mockery of the sanctity of the holy book as she displayed her genitals over it. Watching powerlessly, I could see the girl's nipples slowly hardening, no doubt out of pleasure in anticipating what she was about to do. She was going to urinate all over the holy book and enjoy the deed immensely.

She shifted her stance slightly.

I cried out in panic, "stop -- please!"

Deftly, she moved away to the side, standing back upright in response to my plea. In the process, a few drops of her urine pattered onto the floor, but the book itself was safe.

"No?" the girl asked playfully before glancing down at the yellow droplets she had made on the floor. "You didn't like that very much did you?" she pouted, looking back up at me.

I relaxed a little with the imminent threat gone, but I knew she wouldn't behave for long.

"Well, I still need to take a piss," she announced, "but I'll tell you what!" She looked at me, beaming. "This time, I'll let you pick what I pee on. Sound good?"

In terms of what I was expecting, it honestly wasn't a bad deal. She was bound to wet something regardless but at least this way I could confine her to a harmless corner or-

"Okay, here are your choices!" she cut me off.

Great. So I was limited to her options.

"You can pick either this," she grinned as she pointed to a slender stone vase, "thiiiiiis," she giggled provocatively as she once again gestured to the holy book on the table, "or this!" she pointed at a wooden tabletop podium of sorts that people would use to read scripture well into the night.

I was torn. All of these were terrible options. Yet one of them would be irreparably damaged by my choice. It was utterly heartbreaking.

"Aww, you don't like them?" she cooed teasingly.

Irritated, I tried my best to make a rational decision. The vase, at the very least, was presumably designed to contain liquid. Begrudgingly, I pointed wordlessly at the vase and inwardly pleaded that she would be quick in her relief.

"Great choice!" the girl laughed as she dragged the vase over to the center of the room. "I wonder if it'll leak after all these years..." she mused as she squatted over its lip.

In fact, the width of the mouth, along with the height of the vase, was a comfortable height for the girl to perch her buttocks on. I had to wince as she did this -- not only did she position her posterior atop the vessel as if it were a proper toilet, she bounced around on it in mischievous glee.

"Alright, here I go!" she announced just as a loud hiss began to echo from inside the vase. This alone, unfortunately wasn't enough for her, as she also took the liberty to lift herself up a bit and shake her hips in callous pleasure to send her stream dancing across the outside of the vase as well as the floor. As she yet again perched her ass back on top of the vase, she was interrupted with a loud crack, as the receptacle crumbled under her weight.

"Ouch!" she yelped as she quickly dusted herself off.

I could have cried. The vase was in shambles with its delicate structure unable to support the weight of the careless girl. Although to her credit, she had stopped peeing the moment she lost her balance, the urine the girl had deposited into the vase had now splashed onto the floor, soaking the broken rubble of the once functional artifact in what seemed like a final act of defilement. Dejected, I bitterly called to her so that we could leave the tower when she interrupted me yet again.

"Well fuck, I barely even started!" she laughed. "Looks like I'll have to finish up on something else!" she chirped happily.

Unbelievable. She didn't care about what she had just destroyed and wanted to damage something else.

"Pick one!" she giggled, gesturing to the two remaining items she had pointed out.

Sighing, I realized there would be no point in arguing and begrudgingly made my choice. Despite its hand-crafted design being one worthy of proper preservation, at the very least the wooden tabletop podium would be the least disrespectful choice and could likely withstand liquid, even from a bratty girl's pussy. Unable to condemn the holy book to intentional damage, I pointed to the tabletop podium.

"Great!" the girl quipped excitedly as she approached the podium, when she suddenly stopped. "Hey, you made a fine choice!" she laughed.

Confused, I looked at what she was pointing to and was immediately crestfallen. I hadn't seen it before, but the podium was not, in fact, solid all the way through. Towards the back of the podium, there was actually a recessed cubby allowing for a modest amount of storage. A quick glance at the little compartment showed a prayer rug neatly folded inside. Before I could even protest however, the girl was laughing excitedly and positioning herself for relief.

As she hovered over the tabletop podium to pee, I was shocked to see her then sit down on the surface.

It was an awful metaphor to stomach. The podium had been designed to reverently cradle the holy book as worshippers hundreds of years ago read the word of God. Now, the girl's ass rested in the very same spot. No longer was the podium a tool to aid in prayer -- its only function now was to accentuate her ass as she pissed on it like a filthy toilet. Generations of piety cast aside for one disrespectful girl's perverted sexual pleasure.

And indeed, she did sigh in blissful ecstasy as a gentle hiss announced the beginning of her relief. I could only watch as her deep amber urine pooled on the podium's wooden surface and cascaded off the edge. As it did so, it splashed vulgar shades of yellow haphazardly onto the floor. But no sooner did she begin when she decided to shift her position.

...and hang her butt over the edge such that her pussy was now spraying down the prayer rug laying in the recessed space behind the podium.

With this she certainly took pleasure in her vile behavior. She intentionally strengthened her stream so that she was pissing forcefully over the fabric and the inside of the podium. As the hollow sound of her pee stream striking the wood filled the room, her urine messily leaked all around the podium. It did not take long for the sound of her stream to change pitch as the prayer rug became hopelessly sodden, and this prompted the girl to scoot back onto the podium properly so that she could finish peeing on its surface. As she did so, she arched her back and moved her hips around as she pattered all over the wood, and once she finally finished pissing over the very same surface on which the holy book was supposed to rest, she let out an unabashed, "ahhh!" satisfied at her horny misbehavior.

She perched on the podium proudly as she admired her work, shamelessly rubbing her pussy despite having just made an utter mess all over the floor, to say nothing of the podium itself. As she got up however, the wood slightly stuck to her bare skin and, as she hopped off, the podium fell to the floor with a nauseating clatter.

"Whoops!" she merely grinned.

The podium lay broken on the floor. It, and the prayer rug that had been stored inside it, now lay uselessly in a humiliating puddle of urine. In the room as well, the scent of piss was quickly becoming apparent as the stifling heat drew further attention to the girl's disrespectful deed.

"See? Not very absorbent!" she laughed as she pointed to the prayer rug. "Every time you piss on em, they soak through like that!"

As she began to clothe herself, I stared at the scene in dismay. Although I should have been happy that I had kept the girl's callous damage away from the holiest object in the room, I still felt guilty about condemning historical artifacts like that. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to forget about the way that she had essentially vandalized a room full of what were once pristine historical relics. This was blasphemous -- a naked, depraved girl urinating all over priceless religious objects... without showing any remorse about it.

But I wasn't off the hook just yet -- she insisted on finishing exploring the tower. "Come on, I'll even leave my shorts off!" she teased as if it were a point in her favor. The last couple floors were quite large and also housed many artifacts, thankfully none of which the girl was tempted to pee on, and we spent over an hour examining them. I was merely going through the motions at this point as my heart was knotted over the defilement that had taken place in the historic grand mosque of all places -- every glance at the half-naked girl wandering around was a reminder of this. With no enthusiasm left even for the rare sights granted to us, I was grateful when we finally finished and got ready to go back to the group.

"Alright, but before we go, lemme just take a piss real quick," the girl grinned.

My heart sank. It was true that we had been drinking water the entire time but I had hoped that it wouldn't come to this again.

"Let's see, where's the bathroom?" she giggled as she once again led me back to the same room she had so gleefully urinated in earlier.

The heat hadn't done the room any favors, and the lack of direct sunlight meant that her pee was still sitting where she had sprayed it, staining the surfaces. By now, it certainly smelled like a bathroom, courtesy of the bratty girl treating it as such.

"Okay," I sighed, "what are my choices this time?"

Playfully, the girl wriggled out of her tank top to once again stand in the sanctimonious room completely nude. She seemed to take particular pleasure in exhibiting her sexual depravity in this room, and was about to leave behind another stain to punctuate just how horny of a brat she was.

"Heh, nope!" The girl grinned as she confidently strode over to the yet pristine holy book she had so provocatively perched over before. She arched her back and positioned herself over its pages yet again, wiggling her butt mockingly as she mooned once more. "I only said you could pick that time. Now it's my turn to pick, and I think it would turn me on sooo much if I can finally tinkle over this pretty little book, hmm?"

How can one expect someone to appreciate something that they simply have no regard for? Right before my very eyes, she was going to destroy history and this time there was no stopping her.

She flashed a wicked smile, knowing full-well the damage she was about to do to the holy book. She understood well what the book meant to people, and to those who had meticulously studied its contents across ages. She knew exactly how selfish she was going to be by thoroughly disrespecting the holy book, and everything it stands for, by quite literally pissing all over it. She knew all this, and didn't care. She may as well be pissing over the thousands who had turned the pages of the tome over the centuries -- their object of worship was about to meet a careless, disrespectful end as it became a bratty little girl's toilet of choice.

And just like that, the girl started spraying a hard jet of pee on top of its pages.

"Fuck yesssss!" she sighed in relief as she pissed forcefully all over the book. The thin, aged pages didn't stand a chance and the ink immediately began to run. The girl was relentless, not even shaking her hips so that her stream could remain squarely fixed directly on the pages. Somewhat pathetically, the book quickly grew top-heavy as the upper half of its pages (closest to her pussy) grew saturated and caused the book to fall onto the floor with a wet thud. Despite this, without missing a beat, the girl made sure her stream was directed on the book, uncaring of the acrid yellow puddle now also stretching across the floor. I fact, to add insult to injury, she even lowered her squat to make sure she was still peeing forcefully over the once pristine tome.

Her pussy was mere inches from the mess of pulp that once used to be a proud holy book, still unabashedly pissing. Although at this point, the majority of her urine was also spreading across the floor, neither this nor the splashback bothered the girl. She murmured in ecstasy, "almost done," before shifting to stand on her knees over the remains of the book, never once stopping her pee. As her stream weakened, she made sure to piss over the pathetic pile of pulp until every last drop was spent, finally standing up with a contented sigh.

It was destroyed. Completely and utterly destroyed. Nothing was left. A historic, ancient holy book, gone for eternity. This girl had gone out of her way to defile the book completely, disrespecting it until the very end. She had made sure to piss every last drop onto the holy book, making sure anyone watching knew exactly how she felt about it.

That it was nothing more than her own personal urinal.

I stood there helplessly, choked up in frustration. Looking at me with an amused expression on her face, the girl knew just how badly her depravity had bothered me that day. And yet still, she showed no remorse and took great pleasure in showing as much to me. Giving me a glance to ensure that I was watching her, she leaned over the remains of the book, gently brushed her hair aside and spat on it, just to punctuate her disrespect.

"Mmm," she pondered aloud, "I think you'd better go now. I don't think you'll like what else I'll do to it~"

I was too frozen in shock to heed her warning, but the girl wasted no time in sliding a hand down to her pussy and starting to rub herself. As she did so, she planted a foot on the thoroughly defiled pulp and slowly began grinding it over and over into nothingness. Pissed on, spit on, and now ground to shreds, she squatted over her handiwork to place her pussy directly over it in a victorious show of power as she continued to masturbate.

At this point, I finally snapped to my senses and clambered out of the tower, unwilling to see what else she would do at the expense of the book. I stormed back to the tour group alone. I had thought yesterday was horrific, but watching the girl's gleeful disregard for her surroundings today was downright nauseating. There was absolutely nothing I could do.

Frustrated, all I could do was sulk on the ride back to the hotel. But try as I might, I couldn't shake her, for the horny little brat had opted to sit in the seat right across the aisle from me in the bus. She knew I could see her too, as she teased me by taking her shorts off at one point in the ride, lounging in her seat in just her thong. But I should have known better from her past misdeeds -- she was certainly doing it to tease me, but she also had a more practical reason in mind. Giving me the same grin she gave as she urinated in the tower, she looked at me now with her underwear pulled to the side.

Well... she really must have had to go since it didn't take long for her to start soaking the back of the seat in front of her. All I could do was watch as her yellow piss collected on the floor and sloshed around for the rest of the journey.

Just another toilet for her.

[Albionis 421]

What an absolutely magnificent story! The writing, the storytelling, the vivid scenes, just an absolutely fantastic account. Thank you for sharing it with us ❤️

[Robertw 21]

I agree. It is like part 1 a great story. 

[nopjans 1,178]

My god, what an excellent story. My heart is racing here!

[Valenta 50]

Loved it. To my disapointment i would have hoped that there where more of these stories.

[wetguy321 67]

This is the best story I've read in a while. Kudos!

[Lutab 1,052]

Great story

[ButterflyGod 61]

I wish there were more stories like these!! This is my ultimate favourite style of story, it's great, hope to see more

[rann 686]

I am happy you guys like it. I had hoped that it would not come across as too formulaic of a scenario given its similar set-up to the first part so I was unsure how it would be received. Thank you very much for the kind praise and encouragement as always. Part 2 never even existed until you inspired me with your love of Part 1.

 

On 10/18/2021 at 2:32 PM, Valenta said:

Loved it. To my disapointment i would have hoped that there where more of these stories.

Haha... I think it would be difficult to come up with more scenarios regarding this series but maybe if the right inspiration strikes? It was fun to write for sure.

 

On 10/19/2021 at 6:12 AM, ButterflyGod said:

I wish there were more stories like these!! This is my ultimate favourite style of story, it's great, hope to see more

I am glad you enjoyed it! Can you please elaborate about what you are referring to in terms of "style of story"? As in scenario, the setting, the narration, the girl's attitude, etc? Thank you for your feedback.

[HannibalKannibal 80]

Part One was probably my favorite story on the site, and this one is even better, I love your writing and I hope to see this continued even further!🥰

[expererg 1,185]

On 10/22/2021 at 9:11 AM, rann said:

On 10/19/2021 at 1:12 PM, ButterflyGod said:

I wish there were more stories like these!! This is my ultimate favourite style of story, it's great, hope to see more

I am glad you enjoyed it! Can you please elaborate about what you are referring to in terms of "style of story"? As in scenario, the setting, the narration, the girl's attitude, etc? Thank you for your feedback.

I love these stories. You write very well, with great attention to details that make all the naughtiness. The girl's attitude is so hot, and the details you give about peeing, spitting, crushing, soaking, every little detail makes all of it particularly exciting.

 

If I may, here's an idea for an episode 3 of this extraordinarily sexy story (that's just an idea, if you don't feel like it, please disregard or adapt at you will) :

The guy, a few days afterwards, decides to report what he saw to the cops, outraged by the girl's attitude, and telling himself she's probably not as influent as she pretends. The cops investigate, and find a witness, that precisely saw the guy getting out of the tower (the girl was more cautious and left a bit later when no one could see her). So the guy is caught at his own game. He faces heavy fine or jail, but he has one solution : to find someone who could testify in his favor. So he has no choice but to look for the girl again. 

Meanwhile, the girl has been requested by her father to help at a musem, with the extremely long inventory of art or antique pieces that must depart for another museum, and/or have been received for an expo and must be checked before exposing them. The guy finds her there and the fun begins.

She could keep with the dominant attitude she had in part 2, since he has no choice now if he wants her to testify in his favor. She could psychologically torture him like she did in part 2, making him tell her what most precious pieces are in the inventory and have him cry while she destructs these unique art or religious/holy pieces, maybe forcing him to himself pee on very precious art pieces. I imagine there could be a very rare and precious mummy in an open coffin that could get a good soaking, or unique egyptian papyruses that could get ruined too. I'd love her (but maybe it goes out of your original intent on these stories) to humiliate him by giving him the choice, if she pisses and destruct some very precious book/painting, or pisses instead inside his water bottle and have him drink it to save the book. He would finally choose the second one with disgust, but do it anyway to save the art piece, and then she could simply crush/grind it anyway with a cruel smile. 

[rann 686]

@expererg it makes me happy that my story was able to stimulate so much creativity. Like I said, I did not really plan on making a third installment (let alone a second), but since people seem to like it, I kick around ideas in my head from time to time. I have a few ideas myself how I might approach a part 3 to the story and I appreciate you sharing your ideas too (you have some good ones)! That's the nice thing about fiction -- boundless possibilities.

[meanwalk 21]

I just wanted to say that I love this story. The detail is amazing and it's refreshing  how it's written from the victim's point of view. The girl's attitude is amazing too and I love the total lack of respect she shows to priceless historical artefacts. I really hope we see more. The fact that this girl is still unnamed really adds to the mystery. Ever thought of doing a "crossover episode" where she teams up with the girls from your other stories? 

[rann 686]

On 3/7/2023 at 8:34 AM, meanwalk said:

I just wanted to say that I love this story. The detail is amazing and it's refreshing  how it's written from the victim's point of view. The girl's attitude is amazing too and I love the total lack of respect she shows to priceless historical artefacts. I really hope we see more. The fact that this girl is still unnamed really adds to the mystery. Ever thought of doing a "crossover episode" where she teams up with the girls from your other stories? 

Interestingly, I had not thought of that before! The Nina and Katie series and this one (which was supposed to be a one-off) are written in different ways so I never thought about combining them, but you are right the girls would probably be good friends with one another. Maybe in the future!

[meanwalk 21]

On 3/14/2023 at 10:09 PM, rann said:

Interestingly, I had not thought of that before! The Nina and Katie series and this one (which was supposed to be a one-off) are written in different ways so I never thought about combining them, but you are right the girls would probably be good friends with one another. Maybe in the future!

Thanks. I think I strongly relate to this story as I spent As much of my life bored out of my mind working in museums. I'd have absolutely loved a girl like her to show up.

[Guest Wetling]

I like how she's so obviously daring, self-confident and how she exercises her power. ❤️ In some way a true role model for every girl. 😄

Edited April 1, 2023 by Wetling