Desperation Dungeon Remastered Edition
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Desperation Dungeon Remastered Edition Hello, readers. Thank you so much for reading my work. Most of you probably know about the original version of this story that exists in the Fiction & Fanfiction section of Omorashi.org. It is the longest Omorashi story I’ve ever written, and I never intended for it to become that. It was originally supposed to be a series of short stories in a much simpler location, but once I wrote the first of said stories, I realized how much potential something like this had and I decided to go full-on with Desperation Dungeon. In this Remastered Edition, you will find: 1: Proper formatting. 2: Fixed typos and errors. (Cheers is in Boston, for fuck's sake.) 3: Many repetitive words replaced with more unique ones. 4: A slightly-changed story, fixing what I consider to be bad writing and bad choices. 5: Two .PDF files, containing: 5A: A version of Dungeon with Size 12 text, meant to be read on a PC or (very) large tablet. 5B: A version with Size 18 text, meant to be read on a smartphone or small tablet. I do apologize for not simply posting this as a normal thread rather than a download. Refuckulating it for OmoOrg's crappy formatting would take absolute ages, and I would very likely miss a bunch of spaces or italics, rendering it worse than the original version. Finally, I will state that this version will be the one that is considered “canon,” so if you are one of the few readers who actually cares about the characters and the story, this is the one that you'll want to remember for when I decide to continue it. I will also say that I will never again post a story in parts. Finishing this was a nightmare, despite how much I love it. Everything I upload from this point on will be completely finished. Well...that's about all. Thank you for downloading this. For new readers, I truly hope you enjoy this story. I truly did put my all into it. For returning readers, I'm just mad happy that I wrote something that you find worth reread- ing. Again, thank you all. -B.L. Chapter One A Fateful Phone Call Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her labia. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. [put the arm down bby] [show us you're pussy] [i dont have tokens pls show boobs] She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really needed to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, so she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. [awww, why?] She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee really badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. [User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens.] Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single dona- tion. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe mastur- bate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of a thousand dol- lars. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee… might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the cam- era. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. [I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone num- ber.] The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak per- sonally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” [No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the ses- sion. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.] Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the star-six- seven trick was real. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” [Of course,] said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the thousand-token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she scoffed, caught completely off-guard. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, pursing her lips and frowning slightly. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate a hundred dollars for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as long as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder pressed down on her. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your profile says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water over- whelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded.