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  1. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  2. Valeri night

    A Forgotten Past

    Helloooooooooooo friends, This is a story that I have been working on for a while now that I have decided to start today. This is only part one but it takes me a little bit to write each part so I'm sorry If each part takes a while to post. Without further wait here you are, I hope you enjoy it ^_^ It’s hot and my head hurts I think to myself, listening to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand. Wait sand, waves? Am I on a beach? Straining to open my eyes I look around at all the sand around me, Struggling I lift myself up and weakly crawl up the sand dune to get a better look at the area around me. Having my eyes now adjusted to the bright summer light I sit up and look across the beach, I listen to the seagulls flying above me and take a moment to adjust to my situation. Let’s see, I ponder to myself, last I remember I was on a boat but my memory is really fuzzy right now. I can’t seem to remember anything about it, or how I got here. Sighing I down at myself seeing my clothing in tatters, the once elegant looking dress I was wearing was ripped and mangled from the ocean waters with course sand still on it. “Huh what's that?” Dusting off some of the sand I stand up and walk over to a box that washed up on the beach with me. Oh it’s nailed shut… Ah here we go a well placed sharp rock to pry open this conveniently placed crate. Shoving the rock into a slit on the top of the box I use all my strength and snap the lid of the crate. Peering inside the crate It looks like most of the things inside are wet and useless, but I see a sealed case inside as well as a slightly damp set of clothing that isn’t as worn down as my dress is. I pull everything I can use out of the box and end up with decent amount of survival supplies that I can use. Lets see here I’ve got a full canteen, (pure luck I’m sure) three healing potions, that sealed case I found and a set of clothes. Deciding that it was best do change out of my ripped and messed up clothes first, quickly taking a look around me to make sure that no one is looking I start to take me dress off. Even though I know there is no one around I still blush as I pull off my dress, Slipping the blue skirt I found over my plain white panties. Not wanting to have my matching white bra exposed for long I take the white blouse and slip that on as well. Hmm it’s still a little damp, and my blouse Is somewhat see through right now I think to myself as I feel my blouse and skirt up and check myself out. “Well this feels a little better” I say out loud now dressed in my cute new outfit, taking a sip of the canteen I drop down and look at the sealed case in front of me. The case it self is pretty heavy and cold to the touch, unsealing the locks I slowly open the case peeking inside I see what looks to be a silver pointy sword, “whats is this? a saber?” I think out loud. Picking it up I notice that it feels nicely balanced and the weight feels evenly distributed, huh it is pretty though. Deciding that It's worth to hold on to the saber I reach into the case again and pull out a black book, opening the mysterious book I skim over the pages. “They're all blank” I matter of factly say out loud. “Whatever I guess I’ll just take it all” Gathering up all my supplies I pack them into a makeshift sack and start to walk away from the beach and towards the thicket behind me. “Hmm this thicket looks kinda thick” Taking another sip of water from my canteen I peer through the leaves and trees and start to second think going into this forest area. Deciding that I’m not gonna to get far sitting on this beach I start to push into the trees and bushes making my way slowly forward. It’s so hot, I think to myself taking another sip from my now half empty canteen, panting I continue forward into the endless green in front of me. Moving into a slight clearing I decide to take a break in the cover of shade from all the trees around me. “My canteen is almost empty, I’ve gotta be careful or things will go from bad to worse real quick.” In response I feel my bladder pang, putting forth its opinion with all of my other problems. “Great just what I needed” I sigh, having no idea of the last time I used the bathroom. “Rustle, Rustle” Looking around myself I tense up, “...What was that?” I think to myself. “Rustle, Rustle, Rustle” Staring at a bush in front of me I backup a little feeling myself starting to shake in fear. “Aaaaaahhhhh” Jumping I scream out as a small creature runs out of the bush in front of me and runs away, “Stupid damn animal...” I try to calm myself down as I sit back down and close my eyes shaking my head in disappointment. “A little far from home aren’t you little girl” A mysterious voice comes from behind me. Quickly spinning around I look toward the voice and see a bulky man with a shaggy beard and torn clothes standing behind me. Eyeing him suspiciously I stand up and slowly back myself away from him. “Whoa now I wouldn’t try and run away if I was you” the creepy man smiles to me. Pulling out a knife he slowly moves towards me. Seeing my eyes go wide he grins “Don’t worry as long as you do what I ask you’ll be just fine.” Fear rising inside of me I stumble backwards and fall over landing on my bum, spilling my bag in the process. Looking over at my spilled stuff I see the saber sticking out of the bag, quickly grabbing it I point it at the creepy man. My hands shaking from fear of what might happen. “Oh what a cute little needle you’ve got there” the man laughs “What are you gonna do poke me to death?” Forcing myself to stand I Shake off his insults and try to relax my breathing. Calm down it’ll be okay I try to convince myself, feeling my body naturally move into a defensive stance with the saber. The man lunges forward swinging the knife towards me, I feel my body tense up in fear and a squirt escapes my body. The feeling wakes me up and at the last second I dodge to the left and stumble out of the way. Reposiniting myself I realize that If i’m not careful I could get seriously hurt or even worse I could die. Taking a deep breath I watch his movement and wait for him to rush me again, “Hmph you got lucky the first time but now you’re mine” he exclaims Watching him I wait standing still while he charges clumsily towards me, taking the opportunity I duck to the right of his slash and counter with a quick stab to his leg. “Ughgh” The man groans grabbing the stab wound in his leg “that hurt you bitch!” Showing no hesitation I lunge forward and stab his arm twice in quick succession while he is distracted with his injury. Jumping back I stand tall in my defensive stance and smile, happy with my ability so far. “Listen here you” the man panting said to me, “you’ve won this time but next time we meet I’ll get you back for what you’ve done here.” The man quickly sprints through the tree’s running away dripping blood as he leaves. Sighing I drop my guard and quickly move one hand to my crotch quietly holding myself while crossing my legs, slowly putting my saber back into my bag. Waah I really need to pee now I think to myself, All that water and that entire fight made me really need to go. Well I might as well follow that guy, he might of ran away toward a town or something “Grumble Grumble” and I’m pretty hungry to be honest. Moving forward in the direction that the creepy man went I push on, it feels like hours go by and the pressure in my bladder increases dramatically. Pushing into a clearing I see a forestry town with a bunch of small buildings and what looks to be a small Inn in the distance. Stopping for a moment I cross my legs and bounce up and down while holding myself to help relieve the pressure. “God I gotta go so bad” I say outloud to myself. If I’m quick I should be able to make it. Running down the hill towards the inn I feel myself starting to lose control over my bladder. At first It was just enough pressure to make me slow down and hold myself for a second, but it got worse and as I was walking into the town center I felt a light leak come out into my panties, forcing my face to flush bright red. Looking around there wasn’t to many people in the town, most being inside due to how late it had gotten. Not to mention it wasn’t to big of a town, only about five or six buildings besides the Inn in the center. Using both hands to hold myself I slowly walk up to the door of the Inn, thanking god that nobody was outside to see me like this. Taking my hands out of my crotch I slowly walk into the Inn, I feel the eyes of everyone inside looking at me as I walk inside. Realizing that I probably looked worse for ware I look away and walk towards the bar keep to ask where the bathroom is. “What could I do for you miss” He asks me nonchalantly not even bothering to look up from his glass that he is polishing. Blushing I shift my legs back and forth and reply “Um where is the bathroom” Looking up the barkeep eyes me up, cocking his head he motions to a corner of the Inn. Quietly I say back “Cheers” Quickly I rush to the corner of the Inn all the while blushing and trying not to lose it being this close to relief. Slamming open the girls bathroom door I rush inside just as another longer leak comes out and drips onto my leg, letting out an audible “Eek” I run up to the single stall and pull it open. “Sorry I’ll be out in just a minute” I hear come from the door. My eyes go wide and my jaw drops, Oh god no I’m so close and I’ve gotta pee so bad I think to myself, looking around in desperation for anything to help me in this situation. Pacing back and forth I hear the toilet flush in the stall in front of me, my bladder screams out in pain and I’m forced to use both hands to hold myself and double cross my legs. Slamming on the stall door I beg the girl to let me in. “Just a minute I gotta wash my hands” She replies back Hearing the water turn on drives me over the edge and I shove one hand in my crotch while keeping the other on the stall door, I feel a stream start spurting out of me and I feel my panties get soaked in response. Letting out a groan I mumble under my breath “I can’t stop it” feeling my pee splash onto my crossed legs. I manage to cut off the stream for a few seconds just as the lock on the bathroom door opens up. Being unbalanced from putting most of my weight on the door, I fall forward a little bit towards the girl. Not wanting to fall into her I try to catch myself on the side of the door with my hands. I soon find out that that was a mistake. While I did manage to stop myself from falling, I was forced to take my hand out of my crotch, allowing the full pressure from my bladder to release. Letting out a audible yelp I attempt to stop the flow, but I’m much too late. I stand perfectly still both hands holding myself through my skirt feeling the warmth of the pee wash over my legs and flow into the boots I was wearing. Closing my eyes I can’t help but let out a moan and smile from the pleasure off letting it all out. I count the seconds as I stand there letting my pee flow all over myself till the stream cuts off and the last of my pee dribbles out. “Well you certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself” Opening my eyes wide I remember the girl in front of me, Blushing I stammer “I-I’m so sorry you had to see that, This is so embarrassing.” I start to tear up from shame and drop my head. “Aw it’s okay, It is kinda my fault I took my time in the bathroom while you were out here dying of desperation.” She smiles and pats my head. “Here I’ll tell you what, I own a clothing shop not to far from here.” “How about I go ahead and get you a fresh set of clothes for you.” Looking up at her I sniffle, “Okay that seems fine” Getting up I inspect the damage of my clothes. The skirt has a very distinctive wet spot from where I was holding myself and my legs still have pee dripping off of them and into my boots and very wet socks. “Alrighty then follow me” the girl motions to me walking out the door. Taking a couple steps I hear the squishing sound my boots make as i walk out the door of the bathroom and into the open area of the Inn. Everyone again turns and looks at me as I closely follow behind the girl from the bathroom. Blushing hard I hear people drinking whisper about my wet skirt, Hanging my head I try to ignore crude remarks coming from everyone around me. Opon walking outside into the darkness the girl turns and looks at me. “By the way my name's Velvet” I give her a slight smile and respond “my name is…” What is my name, I think to myself. “You know I don’t actually know what my name is” I respond honestly “I just kinda washed up on the beach earlier today and I can't seem to remember anything.” “Oh you poor thing, well I hope we can fix that problem of yours soon.” Velvet smiles and leads me up to her house. “By all means you first” pushing me into her home I walk inside. Looking around I see the inside looks like a clothing shop, with racks of shirts, shorts, shoes, ect. Showing me to the back of the shop Velvet tells me “stay here for a second I’ll get you some new clothes to relax in. I stand awkwardly in this new place waiting for her to get back, I look at her little home inside her shop and see a cramped kitchen dining room area and small area with a couch and end table next to it. “It’s pretty cozy” I say to myself “Here you all love” Looking over i see Velvet carrying a ruby red velvet dress to sleep in. “Wow that looks so comfy” I say wide eyed. “Of course it is darling It’s a family tradition to have the best quality clothing no matter the cost.” Beaming with pride she hands me the dress and starts to walk away. “Um Velvet quick question.” “What is it?” she asks looking over at me. “Well you see I’ve got the dress but… My other clothes are all wet soooo.” “Oh don’t worry about that honey, I’ll wash all of your wet clothes for you just leave them in a pile and I’ll take care of it.” Velvet replies to me as she walks into her room. “Bu-but my panties…” I try to get out but she ignores me. *Sigh* I guess I’ll just take them off for now and ask her when she comes back out. Moving to the side of the couch I take off my wet socks and boots and lay them on the wooden floor. I then start to strip off my top and wet bottoms, standing in just my wet panties and bra I debate on whether I want to wear my bra to sleep. Just before I take it off i hear the door behind me opening up. Veeeeelvet! I scream out, covering my chest and crotch. “Ohmygod” Velvet giggles. “I thought you would be using the bathroom she laughs turning back into her room and shutting the door. Blushing I quickly strip off my bra and wet panties and stack them on my other clothes. I feel my body getting hot from being completely naked in some strangers house, but I shake off the strange feeling and rush to put the red dress on. The dress itself feels wonderful to the touch and I do a little spin in happiness. Walking over to Velvet’s room i knock on the door and let her know that i’m all done changing. Peeking her head out she looks at me still giggling. I roll my eyes at her and huff, walking back over to the couch I sit down. “Is this everything?” shes asks picking up my wet clothes. “Yes and is there any chance that I could get a fresh pair of panties” I ask blushing slightly. “Hehe I already gave you a pretty expensive dress, and now you’re asking me for panties too?” “I don’t mind getting you a pair but I doubt you have any money now do you?” Sighing I reply “no I don’t” “That’s what I thought” Velvet smiles, “by the way if you need to use the bathroom anytime tonight the bathroom’s over in that corner there.” Looking over to where she pointed at I nod my head and ask “Are you going to sleep now?” “Yes huh I’ve gotta wake up early so you just lay here and i’ll take care of everything while you get some rest.” Moving to her room she opens the door and smiles to me, “Have a goodnight, oh by the way if you’re hungry there is some food in the kitchen you can have.” In response my stomach growls and I get up to see what food she has in stock. Looking through the pantry I grab some cookies and sit on the couch munching on them happily. Setting up my makeshift bed I think about the entire day that I just had, What an adventure I think to myself. I move over to my bag and take out my saber that I found, giving it a thorough check I notice that the saber has bright red ruby’s lined in the hilt of it. This saber might actually be pretty expensive I think to myself, I really like it though it feels really natural to use. Picking up the blank book I brought with me I open it up. “Oh what's this?” I say out loud noticing the blank pages now had words on some of them, but the words were too faded to read. “Well that's weird I mutter to myself I could've sworn there were no words in this book when I found it. Shaking my head I put the saber and book back into my bag and lay down. Feeling the velvet dress on my skin I smile from how comfortable I am and close my eyes. I feel a little weird not wearing any panties to sleep, but the dress feels nice so I let myself doze off into a deep slumber.
  3. Version 1.01

    1,938 downloads

    One day a pretty young conjurer named Karen took a trip to the castle. Her envoy was her childhood friend Yuuto, now a soldier. However, during the walk she needed a privacy break. "Just pee in the road. That's the way of the traveler." - "I won't make toilet OUTSIDE, yuck!" (Description shamelessly stolen from game's DLsite page This is an RPG game that utilizes custom card battle system instead of normal combat system that Wolf RPG Editor offers out of the box. The plot is not linear; depending on how good Karen is at holding it in and meeting additional requirements, you might get into one of the branching routes and even unlock extra scenes! Remember, this was originally a commercial project, so even though CircleWC wasn't aiming at western market, consider buying this game if you liked it! Produced by: Circle WC Game engine: Wolf RPG Editor Translation: Lisk Playtesting and solving the card system database mystery: Hayate Interface image editing: Rainyday Requires Japanese system locale Whily technically you can run this game without changing your locale to Japanese, it will cause multiple interface glitches that will make this game anything but pretty. So either use the last screenshot as reference and change your system locale to Japanese or use whichever software you prefer (AppLocale, NTLEA) to give the game what it wants. The choice is yours.

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  4. AuthorFaust: Short little welcome to Faust's latest interactive! Faust intends on this being a lovely little fantasy story with little trouble one way or the other. One can expect a bit more focus on desperation and lightly silly lewd fun, compared to some hot and heavy scenes, so Faust hopes you can enjoy it anyways. ==================================================================================================================================== In the land of Fantalsia, there were tales of a legendary figure, that united all of the great heroes and heroines of the world to bring about absolute peace between all of the nations...... However, this was but a tale from ages past...Handed down from generation to generation, to foster hope among the people. You knew better, in your current age..... You were old enough to know of the dangers....Of the monsters that plagued the countryside. That there were dark forces afoot, aiming to send everything into disarray at any moment... Things the general populace could not handle.... But similarly, you knew of forces that could combat them.... People, who were blessed with a mysterious marking on their body... Those who had the potential... The potential, to be Heroes. You found yourself pressing into your own town's tavern, where those empowered to fight tended to congregate. Where you could find people who you could rally to your cause, and lead onwards, to victory! .... At least, that's how you always wanted to picture it. You yourself had no such blessing present on your body, and you weren't confident in your own abilities to battle.... But, you did have something that would no doubt make you invaluable..... Since you were young, you were born with special eyes.... Eyes that could read a person with but a gaze. Looking over, you could always find people who had been Empowered, a relative level of their power, their general class of skill, and occasionally a contextual answer to a given question you could have.... As far as you knew, there were no others who could gauge a person's abilities at a glance like you... And, you similarly had seen the differences in figures in much more than just physical appearances... You could pick apart the differences in a group of nearly-identical soliders. Which ones trained their strength a little more... Which ones had sprained an ankle, or were just a bit dumber than the others, without having to ask a single question... You could tell if a person was empowered to utilize magic, or if they were better with their hands than others.. You were the ultimate in scanning, and analyzing.... But, without anyone that trusted to your advice, and listened... You had felt you were but another villager to the higher levels of Heroes. You'd seen a few in levels reaching the Upper 20s pass you by without a second glance...And, the few that you saw in lower digits were either unaware of, or unwilling to utilize their powers, for fear of persecution, or simply lack of self-interest. This all would change today, you had told yourself. You would recruit a group of Empowereds, and make your way across the world..... To go on an adventure!.... ... Well, that was the plan, but you didn't have an actual goal in mind yet. You merely wanted to leave the town, and explore a bit....Test the waters, before you went traveling on an epic journey... You had your life savings in a bag at your side, along with a few supplies you had obtained. Some bedrolls, tents, and a few days of food and drink. You had a hundred gold pieces to your name, and were likely to have to utilize them in this Preliminary mission.... Recruiting your first Empowered. "Let's...see who's in here.." you said to yourself, before finally pushing the door to the tavern open... And glanced inside. ..... Immediately, figures came into view, of different shapes, and sizes come into view. Words, numbers, and details start to flood your view, before you lightly close your mind to it....Focusing instead on the basic details first..... A person's Level, Their Class, and...In this case, a possible, projected price they would charge you to investigate a nearby area. You could see a much more manageable set of numbers appear in your field of view...As you scanned the tavern's patrons. Sitting at a table with a flute of some kind, sits a male with forest green hair, and some muted brown clothes. Above him, is the word 'Bard' and 'Level: 2', with the price fluctuating..... Ordering at the bar, is a slender girl, with lime green hair, and a pointed black hat. You can see the words 'Mage' and 'Level 2' above her head, a '30' above her head as you turn some more.... Apologizing to the owner about something, is a girl with white hair, and a light blue haori... A kimono, that seems to stop just beneath her waistline... You can see a sword at her hip, and a flush on her face as she stammers out... [Blade] and [Level 1] above her head.....A fluctuating price above her head as well... Dealing cards among a group of unfamiliar figures is a woman with long, purple hair, and a generous physique. You can see a few of the others staring at her...sizable bust, but as you glance over, you see [Rogue] and [Level 5] above her head.....And a fluctuating price...but it stumbles above the triple digit mark........ "Hrm..." You'll be able to discern things better when you get closer to one of them.... The question is, who do you approach first? ================================================================================================================================== Choose wisely: Your First Empowered will be your most important. [Who do you approach first?] 1. The Level 2, Dark Green haired Male Bard [Price Fluctuates between 30 to 50 Gold] 2. The Level 2 Lime Green haired Female Mage [Price Fluctuates between 40 and 60 Gold] 3. The Level 1 Silver haired Female Blade [Price Fluctuates between 20 and 40 gold] 4. The Level 5 Purple Haired Female Rogue [Price Fluctuates from 90 to 500 Gold] 5. Sit around, and wait. [More people may show up....Or one may approach you] [Optional: Decide things about yourself] Gender: Are you a Boy, or a girl? Trait: Pick one of the following to have as a [Trait]. [Traits] are discovered by interacting with [Empowered], and may influence [Compatibility] with them. More Traits can be decided as your journey continues.... [Choose one from] [Royal]: A Runaway from Regality, you have a majestic aura about you that compels others to react more strongly to you! For better, and for worse... [Handy]: You're good with your hands, and as such, can maintain and utilize tools effectively for combat, and town-based activities. [Lewd]: You have a naughty mind that resonates well with other lewd minded individuals....But, makes you less appealing to those without the trait. [Gambler]: You love to gamble, and take risks. Higher amounts of payouts from bets, but also more likely to suffer more devastating losses. [Cute]: Your impeccable cuteness melts even the coldest of hearts! [Figuratively]. May lead to potential kidnappings by overzealous admirers of cute. [Outdoorsy]: You are good at doing things out in the open, such as starting campfires, or setting up tents. Are at a loss without materials, or in town areas. Gold: 100 Gold
  5. Hi! I have recently created two interactive pee holding challenges, I thought some of you might like them ;) So the main difference to many others you can find online is that they are using flash player to control the flow of the challenge, so that you cannot skip tasks or do them quicker than a specified time :) And you don't know what is going to be the next one ;) Here are the links (they are hosted on the website called milovana.com, they have this specific software that allows to make these flash 'teases' as they call them there): 1. Pee Holding Challenge this one is pretty straightforward, but it is not easy to finish! 2. Pee Holding Adventure: London this is a harder one, it has more than 50 scenes you may go through and a rather windy storyline, so in principle you might get to the toilet very quick or it may take you ages ;) It all depends on your choices and luck! I hope you will enjoy these! JJ
  6. WOOP WOOP! WOOP WOOP! Excessive sink rate! VTOL up! VTOL up! Those were the sounds you heard emanating from the computer systems. You had narrowly avoided death after the spaceship you were on was destroyed by space pirates. Luckily, all escape pods on the station were built to look like hunks of scrap, so you escaped without being shot at. Of course, that didn't mean the danger was over. You were hurling down towards a nearby planet at a rather high speed, and the VTOL thrusters had failed. Hey, that's a neat spacesuit you got. What is it? (A) Bubbles - A thick spacesuit that can protect from the harshest of weather, but harder move in. (B) Skinny - A standard spacesuit. It's got a lot more... controls on it, per say. (C) Pajama - Based off the suit that some cosmonaut wore hundreds of years ago. (D) Animal - This suit is more ergonomic and flexible, but isn't as protective from physical harm. Well, that computer is still blaring. Should you try to reroute oxygen to the EOH (Emergency Output Holes) for thrust, or restart the VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing) systems and hope you don't burn up before it restarts? Oxygen Remaining in Escape Pod: 5 minutes of air. Power Remaning in Escape Pod: 20 Bars. Restarting the VTOL system will consume 15 bars. P.S. Your suit choice WILL affect the game.
  7. Lisk

    [Game] Nyo Time

    Waking up early in the morning, having a breakfast, going to the school, spending time with friends and coming back home. The happy and peaceful life that repeats itself over and over again. But how real it is? Everything has to end someday. For better or worse, but it has to. I, Hashida Naoya, an ordinary high school student, was caught in a day that refuses to let me go or move forward. Now I’m working with a time-travelling witch girl to break free from this golden cage. She has almost everything ready, but there is one last ingredient for her magic that I must obtain by myself. What could it be in this kind of a game? This is a quest/adventure kind of game, there won't be any combat and the game itself is pretty short. Download is there, discussion is here. Remember to set your system locale to Japanese, otherwise the text will look messy. This game also has a sequel that sheds light on some of the details, but it was never finished (still has some interesting content, so... why nyot?), but for now... enjoy one of the most heartwarming stories I've seen in these games. It's nyo. https://omorashi.org/files/file/2054-ehl-nyo-time/
  8. Welcome to Sonic's first ever interactive story! Please refer to my General Discussion thread of the same name if you are confused at all (or just PM me). Here are short descriptions of the current cast list. Claudette Vance Since she was a bastard child, Claudette has always been struggling to become something to anyone, although people already respect her and she is renown and famous. She keeps to herself, and is very serious and harsh to others. She hardly ever shows any emotion, instead keeping any feelings from showing, as it appears that she does not know how or want to deal with them. In Queen's Blade she wields the sword Thunderclap. Sayaka Miki- Tomboyish, brave, idealistic, stubborn, self righteous, music lover, protective, devoted friend (for the most part), and wanting to be loved. Simple, right? Misty- Misty is a young girl from Pokemon. Misty is depicted as having a wicked temper, stubborn temperament, and little patience. As the series progresses, however, she gradually shows herself to be kind and sensible. Misty becomes the parental guardian of Togepi, caring for it throughout the series. Misty constantly reins in Brock when he becomes enamored with pretty girls, often pulling him away by the ear. She is also terrified of most Bug-type Pokémon. Misty aims to be a world-class Water-type Pokémon trainer despite her sisters' ridicule. Let's get started! Misty awoke, her eyes slowly opening as not to let in too much light. Her vision was fuzzy, but looking around she could tell she was in her room. Her skin told her that it was winter before her eyes ever could, the bitter temperature giving her goosebumps. Perhaps a simple bra and panties weren't enough to wear at night this time of year. As her brain started to wake up, she gasped in remembrance. Today was the day! A new adventure, a brand new bicycle, and no Ash or Brock to weigh her down! "Although..." she muttered to herself, "that's not entirely accurate..." In truth, she missed the boys dearly. She had spent so much time with them. But Ash was in Kalos and God knows where Brock was. All she had to worry about was herself and her Staryu, which was nestled safely in its Pokeball. She had recently caught her new friend down by the lake whilst relieving herself. She was very good at multitasking. The memory of the event brought a sly smile to her lips. Her thoughts were interrupted by a pang in her abdomen. Somehow, the burning need to pee escaped her mind every morning, until she had to be rudely reminded. Looking down at the source of the urgent tightness, her eyes bulged almost as big as her bladder. No wonder she needed to go so badly! "I knew I shouldn't have drank so much last night..." A cliché thing to say, at the least. One thing was for sure: she wasn't going to last long in this condition. She gently placed her hand upon her stomach to soothe her aching bladder. Misty looked around the room, letting out a small gasp as she felt her panties becoming a bit warm and wet. She had to pee, right now. But...where? 1. In her panties, on her bed 2. Standing up, in her panties 3. In the toilet (barely) 4. On a laundry pile
  9. Browsing around a gaming site, I found a free adventure game that could be interesting for me and you, guys. The name is Earl Bobby is looking for a Loo :) I've not tried it yet since I don't really know how wine will handle it (forced to use a linux distro x.x still a PITA for a gamer), but I included the link in case anyone wants to try it.. :) http://www.adventuregamestudio.co.uk/site/games/game/1375/
  10. Reine Sevia

    Fate/Holy Genesis

    Fate/Holy Genesis --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: Genesis It was peaceful night, so it had seemed. The night was silent and the wind blew softly in the air. Some could say it was too peaceful, but supernatural events were plaguing this city known as, Fuyuki. Lately, there had been numerous deaths of people in random areas of the city. These people had the oddest wounds. Some had been pierced by some sort of great weapon while some were sliced in half or poisoned. One could say it was supernatural. The public rolled these murders by saying it was homicide because the supernatural doesn't exist. Little did they know that there was a bigger picture that they were missing. That's when the silence of the night broke when a large red barrier engulfed part of the city. Inside this barrier, stood two young males gazing at each other. One of the males wore a mask with only one eye hole. The mask also had strange symbols and carvings as if some one long ago put ancient writing onto it. The other male had white spiked hair with tan skin and yellow eyes. Inside this barrier, it had seemed time had stopped and they were the only ones moving inside this space. Only one question remained. What was the purpose of this barrier? "A bounded field. Are you the one who set this up?" The white haired male spoke up. "Yes, I set this barrier up. I came here to kill you, not to have a chit-chat. I'm low on time right now... so I suggest you prepare yourself. I don't wanna kill you without the clashing of our weapons." The mask man shouted as he revealed on his right hand a strange red marking. The marking then glowed as a strange black lightning-curved sword appeared into his hand. "Ahh! You must be the Genesis Killer, Siege. I shall introduce myself! My name is Kasai Ichiga!" The male then examined Siege's weapon then began to talk once more, "Hmmm... I recognize your weapon. It is the, Keris mpu Gandering. So you are indeed the Genesis Killer. Since you brought the field up just for me, I will accept your duel. The only thing is... I won't be the one dying here tonight." The white haired male smiled as he too showed his strange marking and summon a flaming sword to his side. In a blink of an eye, Siege rushed towards him with great speed and clashed with the flaming sword. Kasai and Siege then began to clash swords with each other before pushing themselves back a few feet. A grin came across Siege's face while his sword engulfed in a blackish glow. "Black Extinction!" Siege shouted as he sliced his sword in a forward motion. As soon as he did this a large crescent shockwave rushed towards Kasai. The shockwave hit the flaming sword before being sliced in half and exploding on both sides. Dust covered the area for a brief moment before dissipating and revealing Siege reading his black bow and using his sword as a arrow. "No... way... you have-" Kasai was interupped by Siege fired his sword as it hit Kasai dead on into the chest. Siege then rushed forward and knocked the sword further in his chest. This created a chain reaction and dark energy released and slowly made its way into his body. Kasai's eyes turned black while Siege chuckled. "Yes, I have two weapons. Actually, I have more than two! I have a total of five! So either way, you were going to die before we even fought! I would of prolonged this further, but I have places to be." "In...human... wielding five weapons... its impossible..." Kasai said with a restrained voice. Siege chuckled as he slowly walked away from Kasai, "Fools shall die as fools." Siege then snapped his fingers as the darkness inside his body exploded him into ash. Siege then stopped and clenched his fist while he watched his barrier slowly fade away from the sky. "If I have to become a murderer for your sake... I will. I will do whatever it takes to win this war even if it means staining my hands with blood." Siege then made his weapon disappeared as he walked down the street and disappeared into the shadows. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Wake up, Kurai! Wake up!" The sound of a pestering child's voice filled the air. "Avalon... its not even time for school yet. Why are you waking me up at this hour?" The young man in bed sighed and rubbed his eyes. Avalon bit her lip, "Well, you take forever to get ready! Plus, your supposed to walk me to school!" Avalon nagged in her childish voice. "Uggg!" Kurai let out a moan before lightly pushing her off the bed before getting out of bed himself. He then yawned as he slowly fixed his black spiky hair in the mirror. Avalon then got up from the ground and looked at him with her cute and innocent red eyes. "That was mean, Kurai!" Avalon's expression changed from sad to mad. Kurai sighed as he slowly put on his black school uniform and fasted his neck tie. He then pat his sister on the head and smiled, "I'm sorry. I'm just a bit tired that's all." He then began to stroke her green hair before remembering he had to walk her to school. Kurai quickly made breakfast for him and his sister before rushing out the door with a biscuit in his mouth. "I will pick you up around 3 when I get out of school. I will meet you at the gate of your school to walk you home." Kurai told Avalon. Avalon smiled as she then noticed a strange red mark on his right hand,"Hey, Kurai... what's that strange thing on your hand?" Avalon asked him as she pointed to the strange red mark on his hand. Kurai analyzed it and came to a conclusion, "Maybe its just a scratch when I woke up this morning. It should heal in a day or so. There is no need to worry." That's when a girl appeared in front of Kurai. She wore a rather revealing attire under a black trench coat and red scarf consisting of a blue bikini top, short blue Jean shorts, and for an odd reason, no shoes. Her hair was flaming red kept cut close to her head, in a very high and tight style while still maintaining a feminine look. Her eyes were fierce green, with a glint in her eye that could lead any man to his death. She then revealed her left hand which had a strange symbol of a cross and nails on the sides and bottom of it. The symbol then glowed as the surrounding area and sky turned crimson. "Who are you? What is going on?" "My name is Aeleif Dullahan... you won't be alive much longer so I really had no need to give my name. So prepare yourself!" The girl told him as her symbol glowed once more before a medium size yellow spear appeared in her hand. She than spun it around rapidly before getting into her fighting stance. What.. is happening... what is going to happen to me.... am I going to die? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well I need to add onto this part of the chapter, but I'm stuck and don't know how to bring out my idea ;-;
  11. Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! It's time for more, more omorashi adventures! The game I am proud to present today is the second commercial project of a promising doujin circle, CircleWC. That's right, commercial, so while they didn't aim at the western market, buying this game is a good way to thank them for their great job and give them an opportunity to improve even more than they did since their other commercial release called おもらしなんて、しないもんっ!~トイレに行けない少女たち~. Attention! This games, as many other Japanese games before it, requires your system locale for non-unicode programs to be set to Japanese. Whily technically you can run this game without changing your locale, it will cause multiple interface glitches that will make this game anything but pretty. So either change your system locale to Japanese (Control Panel, Clock, Language, and Region, Regional and Language Options, Administrative tab, then under Language for non-Unicode programs (System Locale), click Change system locale and reboot when prompted) or use whichever software you prefer (AppLocale, NTLEA) to give the game what it wants. The choice is yours. So, what is it all about? One day a pretty young conjurer named Karen took a trip to the castle. Her envoy was her childhood friend Yuuto, now a soldier. However, during the walk she needed a privacy break. "Just pee in the road. That's the way of the traveler." - "I won't make toilet OUTSIDE, yuck!" (Description shamelessly stolen from game's DLsite page) This is an RPG game that utilizes custom card battle system instead of normal combat system that Wolf RPG Editor offers out of the box. The plot is not linear; depending on how good Karen is at holding it in and meeting additional requirements, you might get into one of the branching routes and even unlock extra scenes! You can get this game from the usual place (once it goes through the usual procedure of being approved) or right here from this post, but if someone encounters some bugs or translation/spelling mistakes and reports them to me (and if you do encounter them, you must report them to me), the version in Downloads will be updated and this one will not. With all that said and done, let me talk about the translation itself a little bit. First things first: the engine. Wolf RPG Editor is quite a flexible tool that loosely reminds of RPG Maker 2000, except that it requires no RTP (all database files are getting packed into data.wolf file whether you like it or not) and is completely free. The things that you usually do with Ruby scripts in RPG Maker are sharing the same database with normal events in Wolf, and trust me, it's not a good thing. Normal Wolf project has about 30 common events to set its inner workings up. To create the beautiful card game system that you're about to enjoy, CircleWC had to utilize over 200 events that cross-link with each other on multiple levels. As opposed to a (maybe) complex, but single linear script. You can do amazing things with Wolf (just look at that 30 minutes game!), but the same thing could be done in RPG Maker with four to five times less events/scripts. Then there's databases. User, variable and system database. Once you get to the gameplay part, press C and look at these cards lined up next to each other, with detailed explanations written above them. These explanations. They were the hardest challenge I had to face. No matter where I looked, I couldn't find where these values were stored. They had to be stored in User database, but they weren't! But as I was about to give up (we've been waiting for Aoi Kurage's Hamuko game back then, so it wasn't even a project), the help came from my diligent playtester (and close friend) Hayate. She found the lines I couldn't find by simply opening the User database file in notepad, so they were really there. But where? I checked everything! Step by step, line by line we found the data that was supposed to be around of what we were looking for, and there, in a tiny string window lost among many other windows that looked the same and had a generic system name, we found it. Card description started with an empty string! No wonder I couldn't find it amongst unused pieces of database. That day was a celebration day. Then the actual interface. I was surprised by the amount of things that I thought were images but turned out to be text entries that can be edited, but there's a limit of how far this could go. The travel interface was mostly based on pictures. If you want to see what it originally looked like, you can check the DLsite page (and buy the game like a good magician). So thank you, Rainyday, for editing these pictures before this project was even a thing! So now you can enjoy this game to the fullest. I know I did. Upd: approval approved, confirmation confirmed. Download
  12. gargoyleguy

    Finn and Jake Caught

    Finn slowly came to. He groggily opened his eyes, but his vision was out of focus. The world felt like it was spinning, and his head pounded. His vision slowly cleared, and he saw he was in an ice prison. He tried moving, but couldn't. Looking down he saw he was tied to a sturdy wood chair with rope."What the flip?" He said. He then heard a grunt to his left, and turned that way, and saw Jake tied up just like he was. Finn stretched out one of his free legs, and kicked his friend's chair. "Jake." He said. "Finn, don't leave your dirty underwear on the floor," he moaned. "Jake!!" This time Finn kicked harder, enough to rock Jake's chair a little. "Huh!? What's going on? Finn what happened to us?" "I don't know, but from where we are I'd say the Ice King had something to do with it. Quick Jake stretch us out of here." Jake tried as hard as he could, but barely got a ripple. "I can't man, the Ice King must have given me something, I can barely move at all." Finn then tried himself, wriggling around, trying to loosen the ropes, it did no good though, they were too tight. Finn then tried the next idea he had. "Ice King! Ice King! Come here right now and untie us you butt!" Jake then joined in. "Heeellloooo! That stuff you gave me didn't work, I'm going to stretch out of here and break something expensive." The only response was their own voices echoing back to them in the ice chamber. All the struggling Finn did had woken up his body more, and he felt an uncomfortable, and familiar feeling in his lower belly. "Jake, I have to pee pretty bad." "Oh, well look around, there should be a toilet in here somewhere." They both looked around, and found it in seconds. "There it is man, just go over there, and let it flow." "But my hands are tied up, I won't be able to do anything when I get there." "I'll just have to help you out then, come on." They then started sliding their chairs over to the ice bowl. Each shock from the movement of the chairs made Finn's bladder pressure rise painfully. Finn got in position first, standing up with the chair on his back. It was heavier than it looked. Jake slid in next, facing away so his hands could reach the front of Finn's pants. Finn's hands started to tremble with the exhaustion of the chair's weight. "Hurry up, I'm getting tired." "I'm going as fast as I can Finn, I can't see what I'm doing." Jake blindly reached, and pinched Finn's leg hard. Finn yelled out, and fell over. Jake was holding on and fell along with him. They both landed in a pile with Jake on top. The extra weight only made Finn's bladder hurt more. They slowly managed to get upright again, and slid back to the front of the cell.Now facing each other to make talking easier. "You'll just have to hold it I guess." Finn moaned in pain. "I don't know how ling I can Jake." About a half hour later, and Finn's desperation doubled. He was shifting in his chair a little now, and squeezing his legs together tightly. Every once in a while he would grunt with the effort of it all. To him, it felt like there was a dull fire in his belly now. The bladder itself felt heavy, and throbbing for relief. Sweat now appeared on his face, and slowly trickled down. He closed his eyes every so often to concentrate on holding it more. Sometimes he looked over his shoulder at the toilet longingly knowing he couldn't use it even if he wanted to. When he did look at it his crotch ached. Jake could only sit, and watch, not knowing what to do at all, he was getting very worried about his friend now, wanting to help, but knowing he could do nothing useful. Finn then felt a tickle in his throat, and coughed without thinking about it, but doing that caused him to lose control for a second. He felt a tiny bit of urine escape him, and drip into his briefs. He felt the warm, wetness soak into them, and looked down, blushing. Jake could smell what had happened, and started brainstorming, trying to come up with a way out of there. Meanwhile, Finn flew into hysterics after his leak, and started yelling. "Ice King! If you come let us out right now, I'll tell you how to get all the princesses you want!!" "Finn, you can't do that." "I know, I'm sorry, it just hurts so much. I don't know if I can make it." Jake then noticed a glimmer, and looked, seeing something on the table outside. "Finn! look over there!" "What is it?" They looked closer and saw it was the key to the cell. "It's the key, isn't it Jake." "I think so." "How do we get it?" Finn said with excitement, his bladder lurching painfully in reaction to it. Just then a penguin walked in to the room. "Where did he come from?" "I guess he heard me yelling. You! Get that key! Bring it to us.!" "On the table, right there!" The penguin did slowly climb on the table, and strolled right to the key, and picked it up. Finn felt another wave of excitement roll over him, making his bladder contract. He lost control again, and felt another leak squirt out of him, re-wetting his underwear. He felt it, gasped in shock, and squeezed his legs together tightly to stop the flow. "Now bring it here." Jake finished. The penguin looked at the key slowly turning it over in it's grasp, and then threw it out the nearby window. Finn, and Jake looked on with their mouths wide open. "Waa." The penguin said, as it hopped off the table, and left them alone again. Finn squealed in frustration and pain. "Don't worry Finn, there's more than one way out of here." "But it has to be soon. I can't hold it much longer Jake." But the scent of pee wafting from Finn's pants already told him that. Not long later, and Finn's bladder was a lead weight inside him He was near his breaking point, and knew it. It was the worst he'd ever had to go before in his life. He was crossing his legs tightly now, as hard as he could hoping to hold back the torrent inside of him. He was sweating more than before now, and also was rocking back and forth in his chair. A little bit ago he started breathing heavily in big gulps trying to give himself more strength. Jake watched all this and just couldn't stay quiet any longer. "Is it really that bad now Finn?" "Yeah...hurts...so...much..." Finn then put his head down and started whimpering at the same time. Not knowing what else to do Jake said. "Just hold on, we'll get out of here soon, try thinking of dry things." "Okay, I'll try." Finn thought of himself standing in a huge desert somewhere. it didn't work for long though. His bladder once again pulsed agonizingly. It might have worked before, but it was too late for that now. "Didn't...work,... not...gonna...make...it." Jake heard the helplessness in Finn's voice and felt sad himself. He wanted to help Finn, but couldn't do anything for him at all. Finn's bladder was roaring with pain for release. It throbbed with every heartbeat, and burned with every second that passed. He felt it beginning to loosen against his will, and realized he was loosing his battle. He crossed his legs, and squeezed with all the strength he had left in him. He bit his lower lip, just trying to hold on a bit longer. No matter how much he tried, he began to feel warm liquid dripping uncontrollably from his crotch. He felt one last squeeze from his bladder, and then he steadily lost all control. Against all his will not to, he felt his bladder relax, and he felt the dripping turn into a river. A loud hissing sound filled the room, and Finn's face turned bright red with shame, as he felt the warmth gush out of him. He felt the liquid quickly soak right through his white briefs, and blue shorts. Finn was so ashamed of what he was doing, but at the same time it was the greatest relief he'd ever experienced in his life. He couldn't say it didn't feel wonderful. He relaxed the rest of his muscles because there was no point holding it anymore, Finn could only sit there, and helplessly soak himself. Jake instantly smelled what the urine, and could only watch Finn's pants darken. Finn then felt warmth spread under him as the pee pooled beneath him. Finn kept his eyes shut through all this, he didn't want to see what he was doing to himself anymore, he bent his head forward in embarrassment As he did he heard as the puddle under him overflowed and spilled onto the floor. After nearly 20 seconds it was over, but it felt like an eternity to Finn. He was totally humiliated, and started to sniffle and whimper, getting ready to cry. "I didn't want to pee my pants, but I couldn't hold it anymore." "It's okay Finn, you couldn't help it, at least it's over now." "You don't think I'm a baby?" "Why would I think that, you couldn't help it." Jake then looked down and noticed something. "Finn! Look!" Finn slowly opened his red, teary eyes, and saw what Jake was looking at. The puddle that hit the floor had now pooled at the base of a few of the bars, melting them a little. A big smile spread on Finn's face, and he started hopping to the bars with his new plan. He started hopping to the bars, each hop making his pants squish uncomfortably under him. He reached the bars and started kicking. Jake saw where he was going and joined him there. They where both kicking at the weakened bark until one cracked, and soon after shattered. They both flew forward onto the floor outside. They then each grabbed a shard of ice and began sawing at the ropes until they were free.Their bodies ached from being still for so long, and they slowly got to their feet. Finn stood straight and felt his pants dripping down his legs. He looked down remembering what happened. His face turned red again, and he covered them with his hands. Jake put a hand on Finn's shoulder. "It doesn't matter anymore Finn, let's go." They walked the halls together looking for anyone at all, calling out, Finn dripping a trail behind them, but the castle was totally empty. They didn't even see the penguin from earlier. Finn then sneezed, and shivered badly, snot running from his nose. Jake put a hand on his head. "Your'e burning up. I think you caught a cold." "Great. I guess that's what happens when you wet your pants, and walk around inside a freezing ice castle." "Come on Finn, let's go home. We need to get those wet clothes off you." They found their way outside, and the wind blew by, chilling Finn even more. "We have to get off this mountain, did your powers come back yet?" "I feel a lot better now. I think so. Let me try." He then morphed into a copy of one of the chairs they just escaped from. "No, not that, please turn into something else." Jake then turned into a sled and said, "Get in." Finn slowly did and sat down wrapping his arms around himself. Jake grimaced when he felt Finn's soggy butt sit in him, but pushed it away at the next second, only thinking of Finn's health. Jake pushed off, and they started their slide down. "Jake please don't tell anyone about what happened, or how I got this cold." Finn said groggily. Jake smiled, "Of course I won't, what are bros for?" Jake stretched a blanket of himself around Finn, and Finn laid down with a smile on his face. Jake smiled himself when he saw that, and they both continued their slide down the mountain, and toward their home.
  13. ambivaalen

    Moving Forward

    This story is 4 years old. I started writing it when i was 18 and have recently looked at continueing it. It also looks like i did have an account under my original name at some point (ambivaalense). But it appears that it only went so far as chapter 8 back then. Since then it has expanded... There are typos that i have yet to fix. Anyway; my contribution ^^. --------- Alexandyre was finally on the road. The road to anywhere and everywhere and with no intention of going back to the place called home. He had worked for a full year, living at home to save up as much money as he could and eventually bought the motorcycle he was now riding. The bike was a commando-green Russian motorcycle from the end of the Cold War and attached to its side was a matching sidecar, which was the reason he bought it; because everything is an adventure when you're on a motorcycle with a sidecar. And now, at 19 years of age, he sped down the open road to his future and despite the fact that it was midnight, pitch black outside and pooring down buckets of rain, it seemed very bright. So on he road, unto and through a mountain roads, going with the many twists and turns, when, through this awefull weather he saw the red break lights of a vehicle come into view. Drawing closer he could almost make out what seemed to be a truck of some type, yet before there was any chance to confirm it, he was interrupted by a rather loud screech as the possible-truck sped off like a bat out of hell. Thinking the driver might of hit a dear or something of the sort, Alex slowly deaccelerated and strained his eyes, however as he drew closer and closer, he found himself more and more surprised. Pulling off to the side of the road and coming to a halt, Alex got off his bike. Before him laid a women, drenched from the rain, almost artistically strewn on the ground. Unlike him, she was not wearing any heavy clothing fit for this weather, no, she was wearing a long white skirt with a matching white T-shirt. Her clothes clung to her slim figure. Two scraped and bleeding knees allowed him to guess that she had been thrown out of the vehicle. She still had yet to notice Alex, sobbing into her hands. Standing before her, Alex waited in silence, waiting for her to notice him, as it was not his wish to surprise her, not knowing what traumatic ordeal she had just been thrown out of. When she finally realized that there was a mysterious figure standing before her, she quickly recoiled in fear, her vibrant green eyes wide. He couldn't really blame her for being afraid, as his figure must have looked less than welcoming. Alex was a rather tall guy, 6'1 with a slim, yet semi masculine build, wearing a black riding jacket with drenched jeans, black boots, round riding goggle around his neck and black hair that flatly drooped almost passed his ears and at that moment, like her, his skin was a shade of ghostly white due to the terribly cold weather. Both within the spotlight of the motorcycles headlight, they simply stared at each other for a moment. He stared as kindly as he could into her beautiful, yet scared, green eyes and she stared into his cold, yet welcoming, gray eyes. After a few seconds Alex noticed that her lower lip had ceased its quivering and she no longer looked so scared. Figuring that she had finally gotten used to his presence he reached his hands down to her, offering to help her up. However, in that moment that had passed, it was not that she was getting used to his presence, but that she herself had a realization. Life had beaten her down and tossed her aside and now there was this scary figure with welcoming eyes standing before her. This figure before her was either her savior, or the last torment that she would endure from life, yet in that she found comfort, taking this guys hands would mean her final end, or her long awaited new beginning; no matter what, she was close to the light at the end of the tunnel. And with that she took his hands and was lifted to her feet. Now face to face, Alex offered forth the first words since their paths connected. " Yo... I'm that good thing that everybody wishes for when alot of bad things happen to them..." In response the girl gave the slightest of nods and started walking in the opposite direction. Alex was dumbfounded, for he had never thought that she would choose freezing to death over riding on the same motorcycle with him. This feeling of surprise quickly subsided as he realized that she was just picking up a paper bag that was no more than ten feet away. Once back at the bike she tucked it into the sidecar, next to Alex's single piece of luggage, then climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. Before Alex mounted his bike he took off his jacket and handed it to the girl, who took it but looked back at him confused. To this he simply responded, " I'm half Russian, it'll take much colder weather to cause me any real trouble." Seeing that she still hesitated in putting it on he added in, " Come on, the sooner you put that on and we get out of here; the sooner we get to some where warm to stay for the night." Finally she put it on and Alex got onto the bike, started it up, and told her to hang on tight. She did hang on tight, with her arms wrapped around Alex' torso their two bodies were pressed together and within a fleeting Alex could not help but realize that this girl was certainly not flat chested. Of course this thought was quickly dismissed as the cold wind continued to bite at his face and torso. To their luck, it only took about 20 minutes to find the nearest Inn and get a room. The Inn itself was a pretty nice place; it looked old, but incredibly well taken care of. Once in their room they set down their luggage, which consisted of my backpack and wet paper bag, as well as whatever was in it. Then they just stood there, both thinking, "what now?" The answer was clear so Alex piped up... " We need to get out of these wet clothes...Now all the clothes in my bag are probably soaked and i'm just ganna guess that its the same for your bag and whatever is in it, so.." As he spoke he walked over to the closet and pulled out two large blankets, handing one to the girl. " So, here ya go, i'll change out after you" he said as he motioned to the open bathroom door. With another slight nod she took the towel and walked over to her paper bag and bent over to pick it up. Now, Alex is no pervert, but this girl was just too beautiful not to stare at. Anyway, when she bent over he noticed something that surprised him quite a bit, he could swear that he could see the outlines of a very bulging adult diaper. He's not a nosy guy so he decided to just put it from his mind and act like he saw nothing, after all this gal certainly didn't need anything more on her plate to worry about. Then just as she walks toward the bathroom, bag in hand, it rips. The wet paper bag splits right down the middle and its contents fall out. A quick glance shows Alex that it's a package of molicare diapers and a bottle of baby powder. It was clear that she was trying very hard to hold it together as she picked up the items and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. If there is one thing that mattered to Alex it's to be understanding, and this situation was no exception for this personality trait of his. After about 5 minutes the girl came out of the bathroom and Alex proceeded in. Within 10 minutes they were sitting at small table in the room, drinking instant coffee. She was still very quiet, so Alex broke the silence with an introduction. "Hi, my name is Alexandyre Shrader and I have had my share of lifes harsh moments to know that you probably don't want to talk about it, so how bout we just get some sleep. I'll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed." With that he got up, went over to the bed, tossed one of the pillows on the ground next to the bed, then layed down on his back staring at the ceiling and when he was about to close his eyes, the girl said her first words for the whole evening... " My name is Lucy and... Thank you..." Chapter 2 Alex ended up waking up pretty early due to the fact that the room was freezing cold. It was no surprise to for him to find out that the heating unit was turned off, since it did not occur to him last night to turn it on, so he turned it on. This, however reminded him that they had wet clothing that needed drying, so with that he gathered up all the wet clothing and headed out to find somewhere in the Inn to dry the clothing. After a good ten minutes he managed to find the wash and dry facilities and then proceeded to load his clean clothing into the dryer, and his, as well as her dirty clothing into the washing machine. That being done, he headed back to their room to try and catch a little more sleep. As he entered the room he could hear that the shower was on and could see that Lucy was no longer in bed, which was probably a good thing, as he had been walking around in his very same damp boxer briefs from last night. Just as he was about to fetch a blanket, the bathroom door opened and Lucy came out. With a towel wrapped around her and a diaper on, she walked out of the bathroom and there Alex was, stopped in his tracks and clearly stunned. She Just kinda stood there, staring at him staring at her. Her wet brunette hair came a bit past her shoulders, her face and body were no longer ghostly white and nor were her lips purple, but instead she was more full of life and color, not altered by freezing cold weather. But it was her eyes that Alex could not help but look into; those magically green eyes. All this was a bit much was a bit much for him, and he could feel himself starting to get that feeling down below. She noticed almost immediately and this time she was the one to break the silence... " You're not too bad lookin yourself." she commented with a smile as she walked past him over to the small table. Alex was kind of surprised, as he did not know if she would talk at all today and if she did, he did not expect something like that. Alex then turned and walked over to the table to sit opposite of her and could not help but smirk a bit as he saw several small bottles of many different types of liquor in the middle of the table. He could not help but think to himself, " Well, that explains alot..." He let out a short chuckle as he sat down. "So, what do we have here?" Asked Alex as he picked up a few different bottles and looking at them. However, half way through inspecting the third bottle Lucy replied to his question... " Are you old enough to drink?" She teased while shooting him a grin and an overly suspicious look.. Alex, not realizing that she was just jokin with him, quickly countered, "Why of-ofcourse I AM!" She continued to eye him for a short moment.. "...Kind of ..." Alex finished, smirking a bit as Lucy returned a big smile and started laughing. She finally managed to stifle the last bit of laughter after about ten seconds. " You, know I was just teasin ya." She said in a very sweet tone, then continued with a deeper tone, " You look plenty manly from where im standing-I mean sitting..." Now Blushing a tiny bit, "How many of those, have you had?" Alex asked, motioning to the bottles in the middle of the table. She did not answer his question but instead put in, " Awe come now, dun go ruinin the fun. For a few hours we can be free of our worries and sorrows.... You're not going to tell me that I shouldn't or that it's unhealthy or something like that, are ya!?" Lucy whined, still speaking in her sweet, yet slightly inebriated voice. "Certainly not!" Alex replied in an exasperated manner as he stood up from his chair. "Well...It is unhealthy to some degree..." He continued, while walking over to his backpack. He reached into his backpack and pulled out... "Let this rather large bottle of..." He paused for a second, looking at the label "Rasberry Vodka be proof that I know my fair share about those worries and sorrows you speak of.. AND..." Now back at the table "In times like these, I think its just what the doctor ordered." : AFTER MANY DRINKS : ------ " Well, at age 20 I met this great guy, then we started living together and thats when he started getting a bit rough. From there things went down hill. Until about two weeks ago he was driving us home from the grocery store and he sped through a red light and that was the end of his Ford Crown Victoria. We were then sent to the nearest hospital where he spent one week and was out, and I spent two weeks. He got out almost totally unharmed; I got out with an damaged and altogether uncontrollable bladder. He found out in the truck while he was driving us home and that was it, he was done with me... He threw me out of the truck with nothing but the clothes I was wearing and my paper bag that I had received from the hospital. That's when you came along." Lucy finished up, tears brimming her eyes. "That's terrible... Just terrible..." Alex sputtered, yet before he could continue he was interrupted by her. "Yeah, pretty fucking harsh huh? Well at least it's over... The relationship with that bastard, at least..." After a long pause Lucy piped up, clearly trying to make an effort to cheer back up. "Well, now it's your turn motorcycle-sidecar-mystery-man." She barely managed the sentence. " Oh right..." Alex managed an uneasy smile... " My story is pretty simple; short really... really short." His uneasy smile disappeared "Yeah, my story is... Ah... Short lived" He once more managed a momentary uneasy smile, which only lasted for a moment and then disappeared, giving way to a much darker look on his face. "One day... I came home and I found my Dad, Mum, and twin brother dead... Shot to death." His voice wavered a bit as he said this and then he continued. " Mum and Dad died in their beds, both shot in the head while sleeping. My brother... He was awake when whoever did this arrived and was shot 4 times before he died... Aside from me, my sister also lived. We sold or gave away everything that was not of sentimental value and split the money from the house and life insurance down the middle. She went to live with her Fiance, he's a good man... And after the funeral, I left... Thats when I crossed paths with you..." For a full minute, which seemed to the two of them like an eternity, there was absolute silence. Just when neither of them could really take the silence anymore... It was interrupted by a hissing noise. At first they both looked at each other confused, then Lucy started to blush madly as she looked down and realized that her diaper was seriously wet, yet luckily it did not leak. She looked back up to see Alex beginning to stand up. "Where you off to?" Lucy inquired. "Need to pee." He replied "You should try wearing a diaper!" Lucy blurted out. "Oh, really?! And why is that." "Because then we could continue drinking and having a good time throughout the day without interruptions!" She said with a smile on her face. "I dunno... Will anything bad happen?" "You might enjoy it." She said, again with a big smirk on her face. Alex' expression looked uneasy, like he was looking for the inhibitions that the alcohol had weakened. But Lucy was not going to leave it to that; she got up out of her chair and walked to Alex, stopping a foot away... "Pleeaase!" " Oh come on now, that's not fair!" Alex said gesturing at her vibrant green eyes, her c-cup towel bound chest, and her rather well used diaper. " All is fair in love and war." She pined in. " Oh? And which one is this?" " War" Replied Lucy with a big smile. The understanding part of Alexandyre clicked in at this moment and he realized that she really didn't want to be the only one here in a diaper, that she must feel kinda out of place. Really, if it would make her that much happier, how could he refuse. Besides can't knock it till you try it... Right.... Alex thought... " In that case... I guess you've won." Alex relented with a smile to Lucy, who already had a diaper in hand. With that she went into action, she laid out the diaper on the bed and baby powdered it, then turned to Alex and said " Ok, i'm ganna turn around and you're going to take off your briefs, lay down on the diaper, and pull the front up, then I will tape it." Alex chimed in, "I am sure I am fully capable taping it up." To this Lucy quickly returned, " Trust me when i tell you that it is alot harder than it looks. Besides, why not let the pretty gal do part of the work." " Fine, well then turn around" Said Alex, and she did. So he did as told and she taped up the diaper nice and tight... " You're right, it really is not that bad." " See, no need to be a big baby about it!" laughed Lucy as she returned to her seat and Alex returned to his. Quickly swallowing the vodka that was in his mouth Alex retorted, " I most certainly was not!" " Ok ok, it was joke." Relented Lucy. They continued talking and drinking until they both passed out next to each other in bed. Chapter 3 Lucy was the first one to wake up and found herself amazed at the fact that her diaper had not yet leaked, yet even more surprised that was she by the fact that Alex was sleeping right next to her. It was in that moment that He then awoke and it took him a moment before he realized that this was not a dream. It was his splitting headache that tipped him off that he really had been spent the whole previous day drinking with this beautiful women. Course to him She was more than that now, she was Lucy, A girl he definantly could see himself really liking. Alex spoke first... " Lucy..." She immediately looked at him waiting for him to continue. " Your towel is loose... " Said Alex pointing at her overly exposed chest. Her eyes grew a bit wide with surprise and started making frantic movements to correct this, when she just stopped, something about Alex had caught her eyes. Then She spoke to Alex... " Alex..." This time it was his turn to look into her eyes, waiting for her to continue. " Your diaper is leaking..." With that they both simultaneously jumped out of bed and turned around; looking down they both realized that what the other had said was true. Lucy immediately went about fixing the problem, once again wrapping the towel around tightly around her and blushing madly as she was quite embarrassed. This embarrassment quickly subsided as she looked down at her chest and thought to herself, ' Well, they are perfect.' With a big grin on her face she then turned around to see Alex briskly walking around the room in his absolutely saturated diaper, his head darting back and forth as though he were looking for something. Lucy could not help but laugh. This of course caught Alex' attention. "This is not funny!" He proclaimed in a very loud but strained whisper. " Oh come on -" Said Lucy, putting a great deal of effort into trying to finish her sentence without breaking into another bout of laughter. " look at yourself! You can't tell me that it's not funny." Not having to give it much thought Alex returned, " Yeah well... Help me look for my briefs will ya." " OK, ok" Returned Lucy with a smirk on her face. Alex and Lucy looked around the room " They have got to be somewhere around he -" But Alex was cut off from finishing his sentence by his right foot that had ran into something. He looked down to see that he had just knocked over the bottle of vodka that he had apparently set down next to his chair; the remaining contents of the bottle quickly spilled onto the floor. "Damnit all!" cursed Alex. "What?" Asked Lucy, from inside the bathroom. "I just knocked over the Vodka and a lot spilled out onto the onto the floor before I could save it." Replied Alex. Lucy walked out of the bathroom with a roll of paper towels in hand. Ready to aid Alex in this disaster she walked over to him. He was standing near the site of the catastrophe with the bottle in hand, now with the cap back on, examining the damages; there was still one third of the bottle left. 'It could be much worse,' Alex thought to himself. " Oh shit!" exclaimed Lucy, as she went to try and dry the floor. "Really?! I thought you were only urinary incontinent." Joked Alex. "You're really going to regret makin fun of my having to wear diapers." Said Lucy, almost as though she felt sorry for Alex. "Yeah, i'm sorry that was in really bad taste..." He returned, feeling kinda bad for saying such a thing. "Yeah, again, sorry; that was re-" But Alex found himself interrupted as Lucy pulled her arm out from under the chair, no longer holding a wet paper towel, but hooked to her pointer finger, a soaked pair of boxer briefs... She stood back up, looking at Alex with pity in her eyes... " Aww, shit..." Proclaimed Alex... "Now that's just plain ironic..." Finished Alex, with a pained smile on his face. Lucy couldn't help but stifle a laugh or two for which she was about to apologize, but was cut off by Alex as he started chuckling to himself while shaking his head, "Well, I deserved that. Even though I'm not pleased with the situation, I certainly deserved it." After few seconds Alex piped up. "Ah that reminds me, our clothes are still in the Inn's washer and dryer down the hall." He then made for the door and just as he was about to open it... "Wait!" Belted out Lucy, in surprise. "You're going to go out there in nothing but an overly saturated diaper?!" " Yeah, I've never been one to care much about what other people think." Replied Alex in an informative manner. " Heck if some stranger who I will never see again gets a laugh or two off at my expense, thats their deal. Besides it's not like I have much of a choice." Then just as he was about to leave he stopped, "Then again, I'd rather not draw too much attention." So he walked over and grabbed a blanket to wrap himself in. With that, and a smile, he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As he neared the Inn's laundry room, he heard a lot of snickering. He stopped and looked around, yet saw nobodies door open, nor anyone around. As he turned back towards the laundry room he discovered the source of laughter. There, outside the laundry room entrance, stood a group of 6 teenagers, two of them with their arms full of clothing, yet not just any clothing, but His and Lucy's clothing. Their eyes were all wide with surprise... " I think that you have my friend and I's clothing there in your arms." Spoke Alex, motioning to the two individuals holding their clothing. However instead of responding, they just began laughing hysterically. Now one would think that laughing that hard would make it hard to run away, but these guys certainly weren't affected as they turned on their heels and zoomed off, granted two or three of them had to use the wall to keep from stumbling as they ran down the long hallway and eventually out into the lobby. Alex could have pursued them, but it would have been difficult and there was not much he could have done when he caught them. After all, he was not about to beat up some teenagers over some prank. These thoughts went through his mind as he walked into the laundry room to see if they accidentally left anything. Sure enough, there was a... Alex picked it up and looked at the label. " 'C-cup Victoria Secret "Very Sexy® NEW! Secret Embrace™ push-up bra' " Alex read out loud... Well, Alex thought, he had to agree with the people at Victoria Secret. This purple bra would Certainly look sexy on Lucy. Course he couldn't imagine why she would need it, after all, as far as he could tell she was extremely blessed with ample *cough* but rather perky *cough* breasts. As he walked back down the hall to their room he could not help but let his thoughts stray to her vibrant green eyes. However his thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of distant laughter behind him. He turned around to see the some of the clothing snatchers lookin at him through the glass door of the lobby. Man they were really gettin a kick out of him. 'Apparently the joke ain't over' Alex thought and chuckled to himself. Alex entered the room and shortly after, Lucy came out of the bathroom, having taken a shower and re diapered herself. Without bothering to say anything Alex walked over to her and handed to her the only surviving garment from his expedition. "Where is everything else?" Inquired Lucy. "Short story even shorter..." started Alex, taking a breath before continuing. "Our clothes were stolen by a group of teens who thought it was the funniest thing in the world..." He said as he lay the blanket back on the bed. "Ok, well then what exactly are we going to do? This is a joke I would rather not be at the end of." Commented Lucy. " No worries, I'll think of something, I always think of something." Alex said, then frowned. "But first, I really need to get out of this diaper and take a shower." That being said, Alex walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Once finished with his shower Alex found himself confronted with another problem... "Ah, Lucy..." Spoke Alex from the door. "Yes?" Replied Lucy sweetly "I have a bit of a problem." "I know, the solution is already spread out on the bed and powdered. I'll turn around and turn back around to help you tape." Said Lucy "Well actually, I was ganna ask you to pass me the vodka briefs." Said Alex in a slightly hesitant manner as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. He walked passed the slightly horrified looking Lucy and picked up his vodka soaked briefs up from the ground. Lucy finally spoke up as he was just about to put them on. "Where is your common sense?" Questioned Lucy. Stepping into his boxer briefs and about to pull them up, "You know, if there is one thing I have found, it's that common sense is not that common." He replied as he pulled up the briefs and then proceeded to take off the towel. Lucy still had a slightly horrified look on her face as she watch Alex walk back to the bathroom to return the towel. he was about half way when he stopped in his tracks. His face went from 'know-it-all grin' to an 'Oh, what have I done' frown. Lucy couldn't help but burst out in laughter as she stood up from the bed, walked the two steps over to the momentarily stunned Alex and leaned over so her face was right next to his. "I'll bet that kinda burns" She chided. "Just as stupidity of this level only should." Was Alex' response. Satisfied, Lucy shoved Alex toward the bed and turned around. With one action he pulled off the briefs and jumped out of them, then situated himself on the diaper and signaled Lucy that he was ready for her aid. Lucy turned around and was about to tape it up... " You know, it would probably help your irritated skin to put a bit more baby power down there." Lucy said in a 'for your own good' sort of way. "Yeah, you're probably right; you wanna hand it here." He replied while holding out his hand. "Why not let me do the honors" Piped in Lucy "Oh" Returned Alex, with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, you've seen me half naked, why not return the favor." She said with a smile "Besides, I'll probably make less of a mess with the powder; been using it longer." She added with a wink. "Well when you put it that way..." Said Alex with a smile as he plopped on his back and started staring at the ceiling, giving her free reign. "That's quite a 'tool' you've got there." Commented Lucy with raised eyebrows as she finished up the powdering. "I'll bet you were really popular in high school." She said with a grin to Alex as she finished taping up. "Nope, never got far enough to do the deed. Everyone who wanted to gossiped too much or was involved in a bunch of high school drama. Gosh those are two things that I hate. I can't stand it when people talk behind each others backs, so really I steered clear of most people in high school. Most social interaction that I got was through a bunch of jokes and pranks because they thought that I was shy." Alex chuckled as he said this. "Boy were they wrong." Finished Alex as he got to his feet with a smile on his face. "Speaking of jokes...I would love to hear your plan for how we come out on the winners end of this prank." Lucy said, gesturing to their lack of clothing. "There isn't much I love more than showing jokesters who their Jokin with." Said Alex with a smile. He continued "We road into this place in pretty poor condition. I think we should ride out of here on that chariot like a god and goddess, in the Greek sense." Lucy watched, still a bit confused, as Alex walked over to the closet and pulled out two big white sheets. "Oh jesus." Was all Lucy could say through a big grin as she shook her head back and forth. Alex turned towards her with an equally big grin "Oh yes..." he said and then pointed to his backpack, " In the front pocket there is a small emergency box, inside there should be a needle and thread." ----------- 15 MINUTES LATER -------------- Lucy and Alex stood opposite each other admiring their work. "These Toga' are either pure brilliance, or absolute madness!" Mused Lucy "I like to think it's a mixture of both, ending in not but pure awesome." Proudly exclaimed Alex. "By the way you truly look like a goddess." He added. " And you, like some mighty Greek ruler." Returned Lucy. Packing all their things to leave was easy, all Alex had to do was get the bottle of Vodka and put it back in his backpack. Lucy stood by the door with the heavily taped together paperback in hand. Alex was surprised however, when he was putting the vodka into his bag and checking to make sure that nothing, save for his clothing, was missing. He was surprised by the fact that aside from his metal box that was at the bottom of his back pack, which he checked to make sure nothing was missing from, there was Lucy's purple bra, and all that was left from the mini bar wrapped in a towel. Pleased, he then zipped up his backpack and took it up by its top most handle, joining Lucy at the door. As they entered the hallway Alex could not help but comment with a chuckle, " you really took that Greek goddess thing serious." Lucy gave a big smile at him before replying, "Wearing a damp bra can be about as irritating as a wet diaper." Alex, remembering that his vodka briefs were still in the room on the floor, left a big tip before they left. As they exited the Inn, they noted their fortune as the day was a sunny one and they truly did fit the picture. The group of six guys who had pranked them were still waiting around, probably to get another big laugh at the guy and gal who's clothes they had taken. They were actually leaning on the fence next to Alex' chariot. While Alex and Lucy walked over to the bike, all this group could do was stare in surprise, half of them even had their mouths open. Alex and Lucy put their respective bags in the side car and mounted their his chariot. However just before they rode off on the motorcycle, Alex stopped, turned to the group, which still had the clothes at their feet, and said one sentence. "Can't touch this." And then they sped off on the motorcycle leaving the group of boys to simply stare in awe. About half a mile later Alex pulled off to the side of the road because it was dangerous to drive when they were laughing so hard. Once they got a hold of themselves they were back on the road Lucy posed a question to which she was curious of the answer. "So, Alex, what is in that metal box at the bottom of your bag? I'm just curious." Alex thought for a moment before responding, then he did... "Ten thousand dollars, as I did not know when I would next have access to my money, which is in a bank account in Switzerland." Lucy was a little blown back by this, as she thought his leaving was more spontaneous, not so planned. "Wow you really planned out this mysterious vacation of yours." Lucy added in. "Actually, my hand was kinda forced by the death of my parents and my brother. The truth is, this is not just a vacation, because I don't really intend to go back." There was a pause before Alex spoke again... "Lucy, I was wondering, do you have anything to do or anywhere to go?" Lucy was a bit sad at hearing this question, as she had really enjoyed meeting Alex...She tried hard not to sound sad when she spoke "No.. I- I don-" Alex interrupted quickly, finishing her sentence, "Don't? Because if thats the case then I- well it's been a lot of fun and i don't -" Alex was having severe trouble finding a way to phrase it and not stuttering in the process, until he finally just blurted out, " Wanna be my sidekick in this adventure? I mean cus everything is an adventure when you have a motorcycle with a sidecar." Lucy was really happy to hear that their time together was not over. " Why can't you be the sidekick and I the main character?" She replied. Alex responded quickly, " That's cool, as long as I get to be the one driving the motorcycle." At this point they were both smiling, happy that their adventure was not over yet... And it certainly wasn't....
  14. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
  15. There is a world not so different from our own, a world of warring kingdoms, of swashbuckling swordplay and dazzling magic, a world where the gods are not as distant as our own. Visitors to this world are rare, but not unheard of. And you, the lovely Rose Stark, have just become the newest traveler. A note on statistics: I want to encourage open participation. Know that you are never limited to my options. I will go with the what the majority of people want. Good luck! WHEN THE GODS LAUGH The first thing you feel is the cool earth pressing against your cheek. You open your eyes just a tiny crack to see a relatively large spider just inches from your face, staring at you with eight impassive eyes. You give him a sleepy smile and roll over, raising a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes. Suddenly, you bolt upright. You weren't sleeping. The last thing you remember was entering your dorm after your first day of classes, ready to sit back and relax. But you're nowhere near your dorm now. You seem to be standing in a large meadow, verdant and lush. A soft wind rustles through the tall grass, brushing up against your skin, and somewhere a bird chirps. It is the picture of tranquility, almost too perfect, and you're sure you've never been here before. You rack your brain. What happened? Did you get drunk? No, you knew you hadn't gone anywhere near alcohol. Yet somehow you'd been knocked out and dragged to a meadow. That did not bode well. Luckily, your mysterious kidnapper seemed to have left for the moment. You look down to see what you have on you, brushing your red hair out of your face. As you do so, you notice a slight pressure in your bladder. You went only an hour ago, but you don't know how long you've been under. It could have been ages since then. You turn out the pockets of your jeans and rifle through your bag. What you find doesn't look too promising. Suddenly, to your surprise, you find a Swiss Army Knife in the pocket of your black jacket. You smile, remembering how your parents had given to you as a joke yesterday, to "help you survive in college". Well, it might not have much use in college, but you surely might use it now. Inventory: You gather your stuff and look around, trying to find a house, a road, or any sign of people! You don't see any of those; the meadow extends as far as the eye can see, interrupted only by a few scraggly trees. But you do spy something coming towards you. As it gets closer, you realize it's a man riding a horse of all things. You realize with a sudden sense of fear he might be your mysterious kidnapper. Do you: A) Try and talk to him? (What you say is up to you guys) B) Hide? C) Other (please specify) Health: 100 Stamina: 100 Bladder: 56
  16. So I guess I’m risking a bit here with this title, so first thing first, I have not, nor do I intend to read the perks of being the wallflower or see the movie. Unfortunately I don’t have the time to add that book to my already impressive pile of books I intend to read. With that being said, this story will focus on the daughter of Peter and Mary Jane Parker, May Parker; AKA the Amazing Spider-girl. This isn’t a replacement to my teen titans story, but with the plans for my DC omo-verse being a little grim and dark I wanted to write a comic book story line that focused on the fun side of things. Without further ado, I now present the story of May Parker. May Parker groaned as she roused with her alarm clock. She blinked wearily as she took in her surroundings. Her eyes went wide as she realized the world was upside down, or more accurately she was dangling from the ceiling by her bare feet. She barely had time to register her position before she plummeted onto her mattress below. “Oof!” She groaned as her body bounced to the floor. She rubbed her head as she struggled to her feet. “What the-“ “May? Is everything all right?” A woman’s voice asked from downstairs. Do I tell her? “Peachy keen. Just another lovely Monday morning.” She replied dryly. Guess not. She rolled her eyes as she opened her bathroom door and left the solace of her bedroom for a hot shower. Once the steady flow of hot water began to cascade down her body she let her mind really focus on her wake-up. What the hell was that? I was on the ceiling! Am I a mutant? Oh god, what is this? What am I? The amazing glue girl? The professional Wallflower? What else can I do? Just creep upon walls? I hope that’s not the extent of my freakiness. She was only subconsciously lathering her body with soap as she tried to rationalize her wall crawling. She didn’t manage to make the connection between her wall crawling and her heritage she knew nothing about. Instead she was left wide eyed and dumbstruck as she began to shampoo her hair, her hands were nearly idle as they slowly ran through her shoulder length brown hair. She begun to nibble on the inside of her cheek as she contemplated seeing a doctor for an explanation, or her parents. She ran the thought through her head of her parents turning on her for being a freak. What if they were scared of her? Their little freak who should just stay upstairs and pretend not to exist. She shivered at the thought of being enstranged from her parents if they found out about her morning activities. No! It only happened once. She tried to shake that thought from her head. Only happened once? It still happened! I was on the ceiling! “May!” Her mother called, slightly anxious. “You’re gonna be late.” Her mother announced as-matter-a-factly. “Ok.” She sighed, a feeling of hopeless desperation began to fill her. She quickly rinsed the remaining shampoo suds from her hair before emerging into the steamy bathroom. She shivered again, despite the humidity of the room. She bit her lip and considered calling off sick, but what would that help. It’s not like I’m going to climb walls in class against my will. She reassured herself as she dried off and wrapped her body in a towel and emerged into her bed room. She dragged herself through her morning ritual of pulling on her clothes. She barely noticed she was actually dressing until she noticed that she was in her matching hot pink bra and panties. She blinked, startled at her subconscious movements. Let’s hope I don’t subconsciously decide to scale the classroom walls. She smirked slightly as she pulled a white cotton t-shirt over her head. She followed her shirt with a pair of cigarette jeans. She strained to pull the skin tight denim over her lithe legs, annoyed at the pain of fashion. She rolled her eyes after she buttoned and zipped her jeans up and added a stylish belt to the ensemble before she began to slip on a pair of socks and grey vans. She sighed as she decided that she was finally ready for breakfast, which consisted of bacon and eggs. She was brushing her teeth as fast and thoroughly as possible so she could still catch the bus. “Unggh!” She grunted as she felt her gums start to bleed from the force of her brush. She quickly rinsed the paste from her mouth and rushed to catch the bus, making sure to snatch up her backpack on the way out of the house. She literally just got to the bus stop as the yellow “hearse” screeched to a halt. “Perfect timing.” She muttered as she jogged up the steps of the bus and took her seat near the back, alone. She quickly ran through the possible reasons she woke up dangling from the ceiling. What if it was a dream? The miracle explanation! It could all be just a simple, over active imagination. A simple dream. Of course she knew it wasn’t true, but it was a helpful thought for a few seconds. If only it was that simple. She leaned against the cool window pain and gazed out at the passing scenery, trying to calm herself down. She sighed as she saw Midtown High grow larger as the bus approached its destination until it screeched to a halt outside of the building where all fun went to die. She groaned and dragged herself out of the bus and made her way into the main building. She forced the thought of her dangling from the ceiling away from her mind as she decided to focus on school. It wasn’t until her last class of the day that the realization that she had never used the bathroom amidst the chaos of her morning antics had dawned upon her. She blushed as she crossed legs by the ankles beneath her desk. She bit the inside of her lips and gave a weak smile to anyone who may be looking. She jotted down the last of the notes before putting her stuff away. “Class isn’t over Ms. Parker, don’t put your things away until you hear the dismissal bell.” The elderly female teacher dictated. “Of course.” May muttered as she dropped her notebook and text book atop her desk with exaggerated hand movement and leaned back in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the clock as she considered asking to use the bathroom. No, Mrs. Hobbs will think it’s just some ploy to get out of school early. She made an unpleasant face as she decided to lean forward, hoping to alleviate some of the pressure in her abdomen. She struggled to keep her hands from grasping her crotch area. She curled her toes as she took note that she had five minutes until the end of class. So close. She practiced balling and unballing her fists. She felt her hands grow sweaty as she furrowed her brow, pressing her thighs tighter together. She bit her lip lightly as she watched the second hand tick away ever so slowly. Never again! She promised herself again. She shifted her weight again, leaning back in the seat to distract her from what felt like a cannon ball resting in her stomach. Her usually flat stomach bulged slighty from beneath her t-shirt as her bladder expanded to fit in the extra urine. She grit her teeth tried to sit up straight seem normal. Her breathing rate increased as she struggled to contain her urine. She felt seat begin to form on her brow and her thighs as she fidgeted ever so slightly. She curled her toes more as she felt her urethra tingle as if the urine was just behind the urethra opening, waiting to burst out. Her legs began to tremble from the strain of holding. Her bladder felt like it was being prodded by a dagger. Relief felt so close! Oh God! How she wanted to just void her bladder and lose the feeling of desperation. She began to swivel in her seat as she fought to keep herself from wetting her pants. She switched to rocking back and forth instead, waiting for the sweet relief the bell would eventually bring. Her hands began to tremble along with her legs as she tapped her fingers along her thigh. She knew how much easier it would be just to hold herself but it would be so embarrassing. Not that it already wasn’t apparent that she needed to pee, but that act would without a doubt prove she wasn’t mature enough to use the bathroom like a normal fifteen year old girl. She was shocked to hear the shrill cry of victory the dismissal bell rang with. She felt a single drop of golden urine collect in her panties: a small consolation for freedom. She struggled to shove her supplies into her back pack with shaking hands. She quickly scooped up her bag and rushed to her locker to switch out text books before heading to her house. It was at her locker that she found her first obstacle. She was placing her literature text book into her bag when it clung to the surface of her hand. This is not happening! She shook her hand within her bag to get it to fall off, which resulted in knocking her bag over and spilling its contents. Not now! She groaned as she shoved everything she could back into the bag and pulled the strap over her shoulder as she kicked her locker shut and jogged to her bus. She found the crowd of people blocking her from the doorway seemed to be all dragging their feet way to slowly. She grit her teeth as she shoved her way through the crowd, desperate to get to the bus. As if to prove a point her urethra panged. She winced as she felt the urine slosh around in her bladder as she finally emerged outside of the school. She didn’t take long to admire her victory and instead made a beeline to her bus. She silently took her seat and set the bag on her lap, glad to have the weight pressing against her urethra. She tensed up as she waited for the bus to make its route to her house, and less importantly, everyone else’s. She bounced her legs, thankful to be so isolated in the back of her bus. She grasped the bag by the sides and pressed it further against her lap in hopes it would ease the pressure. She winced as a wave of desperation ran through her body. She curled her toes once more and increased her grip on the bag until her knuckles turned white. She scissorred her legs as she doors to the bus shut and it began to depart from the school. She sighed with slight relief as she watched the school slowly shrink out of sight as the bus crawled towards her house. She began to alternate between bouncing her legs and scissoring her thighs while keeping her ankles crossed in an attempt to contain herself. Her bag remained pressed tightly against her lap. She felt another wave of desperation cause her body to tremble. Another bead of urine fell captive to her panties. She winced and crossed her legs tightly, she began to fidget as she bus drew closer to her stop. She started to tap the one foot still in contact with the ground as she grit her teeth. So Close. She reminded herself. With all the pressure of not wetting herself she had once again forgotten about her wall crawling abilities. She whimpered as she felt yet another wave of desperation. She shuddered but managed to keep from wetting herself. She tapped her fingers along her bag as the bus slowed to a halt at her stop. So Close! She quickly rose to her feet, which resulted in her needing to double over to keep from wetting herself. No sudden movement! She slowly straightened herself out and swung her bag over her shoulder before strolling out of the bus and onto the curb of the street. Soon the bus was driving away and all that was separating her from her home was a block of houses. She started off by slowly hobbling towards her house when yet another wave of desperation sent her doubling over. She felt a spurt of urine force itself out. She winced as she saw a tiny spec show up on her crotch. No, No, no, no! Forgoing her previous decision not to make any sudden movements she decided to sprint the rest of the block. She moved faster than she ever had before, making it to her house within fifteen seconds. She glanced at her crotch to see a half dollar sized stain on her crotch. “No!” She howled as she drew her key from her pocket, shoving her free hand into her crotch as she struggled to fit the key in the lock. After a few failed attempts she paced around the door briefly before returning her efforts on the lock. Soon she managed to enter her own house. She tried to shove her key back in her pocket but it was futile, yet another object clinging to her hand. She rolled her eyes and decided to ignore the key. She shoved her free hand into her crotch and sprinted to her bedroom bathroom. Somewhere along the way the key fell free of her hand. She ignored the minor victory as she clambered the steps and turned down the hall to her bedroom, prying open the door and letting it hang open. Another wave of desperation and she nearly lost her urine. She fought to hobble over to her bathroom door, losing the adrenaline as she began to succumb to the desperation. She winced as she opened the bathroom door and dragged herself into the room. She found her hand stuck tight to the doorknob. “No!” She was so close to the toilet, but the door knob kept her from ever reaching it. She grunted as she fought to break free of the doorway, she jostled the knob and crossed her legs as she shook and trembled. She felt herself begin to leak into her jeans. The wet patch on the crotch began to increase until it became the size of a coaster. She felt droplets of urine slowly trail down her legs. Seeing the toilet so close seemed to increase her desperation as she finally managed to pull free of the knob and shut the door. Next the fumbled to undo the belt and rather than simply loosen it she tore it from her waist as she found it another object clinging to her flesh. “Not now.” She flailed her hand and tried to pry it free with her free hand only to find it stuck to the belt. She fought to release the stupid strip of leather as she felt her bladder begin to fail. Hot pee slowly began to slip through her urethra into he panties. It instantly soaked the fabric of her underwear. She bit the belt and tried to yank it from her hands with her teeth, completely ignoring the fact that she had already begun to soak her pants. The flow began to increase as golden rivulets of hot pee began to cascade down her shapely thighs as the fabric of her skin tight jeans began to glisten and darking as the liquid soaked the fabric before it drizzled below her where it splattered against the ground of her bathroom, forming a puddle of golden pee. She shuddered as more pee began to gush from her urethra and completely soak her jeans and her silky legs. She finally broke one hand free of the belt, which sent her off balance and fumbling towards the ground. She reached out to grab something and caught hold of the shower curtain. The curtain rob broke free and she and the curtain fell to the ground. Her hand quickly became tangled in the plastic curtain which it stuck tightly too. She gave up fighting and just sat on the floor sobbing as urine forced its way out of her body and rolled down her crotch area soaking the butt of her pants and began to form a ever expanding puddle of pee. A half hour later her mother returned to find May still stuck to the belt and shower curtain sitting in a large puddle or urine. “Oh honey!” Mary Jane cried as she instantly rushed to comfort her daughter, the future spider-girl. https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT8jYvV-wGRQzAoWpOusR-yxDdpPJgjJjw9VMDO7Au-cT7qpmuPUg That ^ is essentially who I modeled May Parker after. The girl is a youtube singer in a band, and I believe she is about eighteen. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the first installment. I won't continue this consistently but I hope you bear with me and enjoy the story:) As always, leave any comments, cristism or feedback below :) I do take suggestions to heart so feel free to help me become a better writer, or inspire me on what I should add in the next or upcoming chapters.
  17. Alright, so I am fairly excited about this story line. This post just serves as a long winded introduction to most of the main cast. The story itself will jump between character POVs. So without further ado, I present "Armageddon: A modern fantasy" Katie's POV My heart hammered in my chest. Why am I so nervous? I wiped my sweaty hands off onto my pants. Am I underdressed? Romero’s wasn’t exactly a five star restaurant but it was the nicest place within traveling distance. Would a pair of sneakers, lime green skinnies, and a graphic tee cut it? Probably not for normal people, but me and Zed were far from the social norm. Before I had head out the door I made sure to pull on my bright green jacket that was a little bit too big for me. Zed had a habit of teasing me about my palette choice coupled with my short stature allowed me to be mistaken for a child. Of course he wasn’t the only one, but at least no one ever said it in mean spirit. The brisk air greeted me as I stepped out my door. I wasn’t a huge fan of the cold, but since Romero’s was only a five minute walk from my house I decided to give my short, stubby legs a work out. With strides as long as I could muster I moved as quickly as possible to meet Zed for our date. When I finally reached my destination I suddenly regretted my clothing choice. While it wasn’t a black tie affair sort of place most people were still dressed nicer than I was. It wasn’t until I found Zed that the self-consciousness went away. There was my dork of a boyfriend dressed in dark wash jean, tennis shoes, a black tee and his signature sleek, black hoodie which he left unzipped. The two of us must have looked like polar opposites. Our only physical trait that we had in common was that we were both slender-though being a girl I naturally had more curves than he-and a collection of freckles that dotted our noses and speckled our cheeks. Even then my freckles were more prominent against my milky skin while his were hidden by his tan flesh. His dark messy hair contrasted my long strawberry blonde hair. My ever vibrant and colorful clothing clashed with his darker color choices. His breathtaking turquoise eyes were narrow and slanted as opposed to my wide brown eyes. Even his laid back and reserved personality differed from my own outgoing and excitable nature. Perhaps it was our differences that made our relationship work so well. Upon spotting me, Zed rose to greet me. While he, being half elf, couldn’t be considered tall, I still barely reached his shoulders. Nevertheless he embraced me, flashing his crooked smile as he did so. I inhaled his heady scent as he held me tight for a moment. When he released me we were both smiling like two love sick fools. “Hey, Katie.” He muttered. His eyes met mine and for a moment neither of us looked away. “Hi.” I mumbled softly in return. He finally broke the stare as he gestured towards the table. “Have a seat.” He said as he pulled out my chair for me. I guess chivalry isn’t dead after all. I couldn’t hide my goofy grin as I thanked him and took the seat. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” “Not at all.” He smiled. “Although I could have picked you up, if you had wanted.” “Perhaps, but I kind of like meeting people places. Maybe that’s weird.” I laughed nervously. I probably sounded like a dork. “It’s… unique.” He said finally. “And it saves me money on gas.” He teased. “See. It’s a good thing. I help save you money.” “Maybe.” He contemplated. “But it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for me to pick you up. If you ever want me to, I mean.” “You could drive me home. If you want to, I mean.” I teased. He winced. “I might have walked here.” “What? That’s at least a half hour walk!” I exclaimed. “I like to walk.” He shrugged. “Well then… I guess you can walk me home.” “Alright, it’s a deal.” One exorbitantly expensive meal later, which Zed insisted he pay for by himself, the two of us found ourselves facing the brisk air once more. I dithered in the doorway for a moment as I was suddenly made aware of a certain pressure building in my bladder. Before I could decide whether I should go now or when I got home Zed’s fingers suddenly laced with my own and all thoughts were expelled from my brain as my heart skipped a beat. “Let us be off.” He said with a smirk as he led me in the direction of my home. For a while the two of strolled down the street with our intertwined hands swinging between the two of us. For those few short moments everything was peaceful and my life was sane. Of course it didn’t take too long before something came around to ruin it. It started with a simple collision as an older stranger bumped into Zed. Zed immediately turned to apologize but was interrupted when the stranger muttered something I couldn’t make out. Zed’s face went pale and I could feel his hand tremble slightly. Before I could ask what exactly the man had said Zed led me and the stranger into the privacy of a dark alleyway. This time the stranger spoke loud enough for me to hear. “Alright, no one has to lose their life over this. Just hand over all your possessions and I will be off.” My eyes caught a glint of light and were drawn to the muzzle of a pistol. In that moment my brain suddenly remembered to be afraid and my heart began to race. My vision tunneled, focusing on the menacing firearm in our muggers hand, everything else was out of focus and seemed to shudder and tremble as the peripheral of my vision seemed to pulsate. Panic swelled in my chest and my hand slipped from Zed’s. A strange warmth spread across my lap as my knees buckled. I managed to pull my gaze away from the gun long enough to inspect my legs to see something dark and glistening creep down my thighs. For the first time in six years I was wetting myself. I might have blushed had the blood not all been drained from my face. Instead I slowly drew my vision back to the gun aimed at my body. I could barely form coherent thoughts as the gun seemed to glare at me. The deafening beat of my heart drowned out any of the conversation between the marauder and Zed that I might have heard. Hot rivulets of pee trickled down the back of my calves. My legs felt as if they would give out at any moment. Short, desperate breaths escaped my lips as I tried to fight back the terror that was beginning to overwhelming me. It took me a moment to realize the faint patter I heard over the din of my own pounding heart was the sound of pee drizzling to the ground. The golden liquid had already thoroughly saturated my legs and overflown my sneakers. The warmth that tickled my legs was almost a welcome compared to how cold the rest of my body felt. I managed to draw my vision away from the gun once more to stare at the puddle that was pooling beneath me. The golden disk of liquid fear beneath me reflected my shame between ripples as diminishing streams added to its entirety. “Leave her out of this.” Zed’s voice broke me from my shell shock. I raised my gaze to find him standing between me and the mugger. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to be a hero?” “I guess I didn’t get the memo.” Even though you could hear the uncertainty in his voice Zed was far better at hiding his fear than I was. The only visible indicator that he was even frightened was his trembling legs as he tried to stand tall. “I am not a huge fan of smart mouths.” The crook raised his gun, leveling it with Zed’s head. “No!” I cried out. In an instant something bizarre occurred. Zed’s body was thrown to the wall to his right. The Mugger was flung much more harshly out of the alleyway and into the street, his body rag dolling as it went. My body was suddenly overcome with exhaustion and my mind with confusion. I fell to my knees, splashing my own puddle of pee. I waited until my breathing returned to normal before I moved to check on Zed. Fortunately he seemed fine; whoever our attacker was took the brunt of whatever just happened. “What happened?” Zed groaned as he sat up. “I have no idea.” I admitted breathlessly as I resisted the urge to fall over on him. “What are the chances? Two birds with one stone.” I was distracted from my fatigue at the sudden appearance of yet another stranger. This one was about my and Zed’s age and like Zed was slender. That, however, is where the similarities ended. This boy was half a head taller than Zed was, with short blonde hair that made him look a little like Fred from Scooby Doo. Unlike Zed he didn’t slouch but his posture was still relaxed and open. His most striking feature, though, had to be his electric blue eyes that almost seemed to glow. His apparel was a little hipster-esque and not just because of the plastic black and blue Ray-Ban frames he wore. He donned a plaid button up tee with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of skinny jeans and to top it off was a pair of moccasins. Already wary of strangers I rose to my feet and balled my fists, hoping I could cause another freak attack. Instead the hipster raised his arms in surrender. “Whoa, there. We come in peace.” He spoke with such innocent confidence that I couldn’t help but trust him, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Wait, we? I looked towards Zed but found him staring at something in the shadows. Following his gaze I didn’t see anything at first. Finally, though, I watched as another figure stepped from the darkness. This stranger was shorter, about Zed’s height, and was a fair skinned female with mousy brown hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. The girl was fit, not exactly muscular but nothing on her lithe body was soft. A skin tight long sleeve shirt hugged her, almost completely, flat chest and black runner shorts covered her thighs. Her almond eyes flit between me and Zed as she took her place at the hipster’s side. “We are… friends.” The hipster spoke again and I couldn’t help but feel there was something off about him; nothing necessarily bad, just different. It was almost like… he wasn’t among one of the four civilized races or even the three arcane. He was something else entirely. The thought made my head spin. “I’m sorry if I don’t quite recall adding you on Facebook.” Zed spoke up. “Well we aren’t friends yet, but we will be.” Hipster said the statement like it was a fact. “Is that so? Are you a psychic now?” “Well, yes.” Hipster shrugged. The girl had seemed frustrated at the entire situation and finally spoke up. “Look, we are mages. You are technically mages too. We are here to kidnap you.” “Don’t say kidnap!” Hipster cried. “Recruit, we are here to recruit you.” “Mages?” I asked. “Mages are extinct. They were all killed out during the Witch Trials.” “You will find, my naïve friend, that it is very difficult to eradicate something as broad as the gene that allows one to manipulate magic. A gene that spans every race, will not be easily be erased. No, Mages are simply endangered and in hiding but we still very much exist. You, yourself, are a living testament to that.” Hipster said with his charismatic voice. “You said two birds with one stone, does that mean…?” Zed asked. “Yes, you’re a wizard too, Harry.” The girl scoffed. “Mage. Wizards and Witches are offensive terms.” Hipster rolled his eyes. “Either way, you are coming with us.” The girl stated. “And if I don’t want to?” Zed inquired. “Then I guess you can have fun being killed by the Witch Hunters. Oh by the way, the fact that we know you are mages means that the Witch Hunters do too, and they are probably on their way here as we speak.” Hipster suddenly got very serious. “So you can either get tortured till you die or…” “Learn magic and probably die anyway.” The girl finished. “Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Zed grumbled. “I tend to avoid sunshine.” The girl flashed a grin, revealing a pair of fangs. A vampire. We are dealing with a vampire. “Well, if we do come with you… where are we going?” “Somewhere safe.” Hipster assured us. “Alright, we will go.” I spoke up. “We will?” Zed asked, surprised. “It’s our only choice.” I nodded. Vampire or no vampire, the threat of torture was much worse. Besides if our deaths are so certain, might as well learn a little magic along the way. “Alright, let’s go.” Zed said slowly. “Grab a hand.” Hipster said, reaching for Zed. Zed reluctantly took the hand. “You too.” The girl commanded and took my hand. With their free hands our two “saviors” took each other’s hand and stepped into the shadows. In an instant we were swallowed up by darkness. The pitch black was accompanied by a sensation of weightlessness as if we were floating in space. The feeling was more than a little unnerving but all at once the sensation passed and we found ourselves somewhere new. We were in a small dining area with two white round tables, a collection of white plastic chairs and a small kitchen area hidden behind an “L” shaped counter that left a small opening for entry. Two refrigerators, a sink, an oven, a microwave, several cabinets and a dishwasher occupied the kitchen area… along with a pale raven haired female. The girl was around my age and height, though she was curvier than I was. Her long dark hair was straightened and fell just past her shoulder blades. Her pale blue eyes studied me as I studied her. She had a bit of a hook nose and a beauty mark just under her left eye that somehow didn’t detract from her attractiveness. Thought I doubted many boys would pay much attention to her face given her pair of, what I could only guess were, quadruple D breasts or her equally ample butt. Across from her was an orc, judging the pitch black color of his skin, an ogre specifically. The young ogre was tall, even taller than the hipster, and like most of his race he was muscular. His yellow eyes tried to study me, much like the raven haired girl’s, but they kept flitting back to said girl. His bald head was constantly bouncing back and forth between the two of us. “So these are our newest recruits?” The raven haired girl asked a little less than enthused. I finally realized that she wasn’t studying me so much as she was the stain across my lap. My face immediately lit up with a blush as I became aware of the clamminess of my wet pants. “It seems that way, yes.” I turned to the vampire and noticed a few details I hadn’t noticed before. Mainly how prominent her nose was, more than hooked it was a little beak like. Her fingers were long and slender, almost like talons… it didn’t take me too long to piece together that she was an avion, most likely a harpy specifically. I turned my head to the hipster to see if I had missed any important details about him but the only thing I took notice of was his concentration on my lap. My ears began to burn and I wanted to shrink way. Foolishly I stuck my hands in front of my lap as if they could hide the wet patch that covered almost the entirety of my pants. Just as I wanted to disappear Zed’s hand reached out to mine, his fingers lacing with my own. I looked up at him, still blushing, and he gave me a reassuring smile. The gesture didn’t completely erase my embarrassment but it certainly made it bearable. “Well my name is Brittany.” The raven girl said as she held out her hand. I awkwardly shook it. “I’m Katherine, but you can call me Katie.” I mumbled. “Don’t worry about your… you know, accident too much.” She whispered to me, trying to reassure me. “Everyone has accidents.” “Most people don’t have them at 17.” I grumbled back. “Hey, only a couple of months ago I… may have wet myself.” “Yeah?” “Yeah. Uh, I will tell you the story tomorrow. Until then just keep your head up.” She gave me a sympathetic smile. The orc approached Zed awkwardly and extended his large hand that swallowed up Zed’s own hand. “I’m Timmins.” He announced in a gruff voice. “Zedikiah, but call me Zed.” “Alright, now that we got the formalities out of the way-“ The vampire began. “Sirah, we didn’t tell them our names. I am Alistair for the record. Miss congeniality over here is Sirah. I hope you can see past her bark, which for the record is not worse than her bite, and stick around long enough that we can teach you how to survive.” The hipster interrupted. “Speaking of which, you said that the Witch Hunters could find us back in the alleyway. What is stopping them from finding us here?” Zed inquired. “The base is well protected.” Was all Sirah replied. “By what, a guardian angel?” Zed laughed slightly “We do have an angel, but it’s the wards we’ve put up that keep us protected.” Brittany replied. “You have an angel?” “A fallen angel, but yes.” Sirah sighed as if this was all terribly tedious to her. “Speaking of which, where is Sophie?” Alistair inquired. As if on cue a new stranger came through the door way nearest to the kitchen counter. The new girl was, in a word, perfect. Not simply because she was beautiful, though she was incredibly beautiful, but because, well, nothing was out of place on her. Her face was utterly devoid of blemishes, and her blonde hair was perfectly straight and cascaded to her shoulder blades without a single hair out of place. Her posture was immaculate and clothing without wrinkle. She moved with such grace and purpose that I somehow managed to feel self-conscious of my own gait. Beyond her perfections she was intimidatingly beautiful. She was roughly Zed’s height with long silky legs that led up to an equally toned butt that was just barely covered by her white denim shorts. While her breasts weren’t as big as Brittany’s they were still larger than mine and made prominent by the white midriff top that hugged to her skin tightly and revealed her flat stomach. Even her brown eyes were breathtaking where mine felt dull. “She’s going through her grace period.” Brittany whispered into my ear. “Her what?” I whispered back. “Grace period. After an angel has fallen they retain their grace for three days. Afterwards they become… more human. So after a couple days she won’t be so… perfect.” Brittany informed me. Something about her voice made me think that even after her grace period was up, Sophie would still be enviously beautiful. Zed must have sensed my jealous insecurity because he gave my hand a soft squeeze and when I looked up at him he gave me a reassuring smile, his eyes twinkling with love as he gazed into my own. I would never understand how he seemed to do erase my doubts and make me feel so special with a mere smile. “You are just in time to meet our newest recruits.” Alistair stated. “Only a few hours ago I was your newest recruit.” Sophie mused with a look of interest. “You are aware that the female has urinated on herself.” Just what I needed, someone to bring it up again. It wasn’t enough that the clamminess was driving me crazy, or that I was embarrassed enough without anyone saying anything about it. No, the angel who I am immediately jealous of had to state my condition like it’s as casual as the weather. At this point my face was as red as a tomato and my ears burned hotter than the sun. “C-can I get changed?” I stammered, finally asking the question I’ve wanted to ask since I’ve gotten here. “Of course. Follow me.” Brittany directed me out the door the angel has only just walked in. We passed through a hallway but our destination was a flight of stairs directly across from the kitchen area. We asended the first flight of stairs and got to a small landing area before climbing up another short set up stairs that ran parallel to the flight below it. Once on the second floor there was a large room to our left that I didn’t get to see much of before I was directed down a hall to our right. We finally stopped at the third door on our left-the two on our right being a bathroom and shower room- which opened up to a bedroom. The room was relatively bare, only consisting of a queen sized bed, a vanity, a dresser, a wardrobe, a clothes basket and the same navy carpet as the rest of the second floor. “This will be your room. There are a few changes of clothes in the dresser and the wardrobe. You can buy more clothes later.” Brittany stated. “I will just leave you to get changed then.” She added awkwardly before disappearing out the door. As soon as I had privacy I immediately began to strip. I quickly learned that as difficult as it is to get skinny jeans off on a normal day it is much more difficult to get them off once you have wet yourself in them. The denim clung to my legs as I tried to peel the tight clothing from my body. Finally as I kicked the wet clothing across the floor I found it much easier to take the rest of my clothes off. Cold air ran across my naked body reminding me that my legs were still damp with urine. I awkwardly wiped my legs up with my t-shirt before depositing my clothing into the clothes basket. As soon as the damp wad landed on the bottom, however, the clothing vanished with a faint “pop”. Amazed I reached into the basket it and felt around but nothing happened. The cold air still hugged my body and I realized that I was still entirely naked. I raided the wardrobe and dresser and discovered the only clothes that fit me was a bland grey bra and granny panty combo. That wouldn’t be so bad on its own since no one would see them but even worse was the grey sweatpants and grey, blank t-shirt I had to settle on. Still, it was dry clothes and I was grateful for that. I was pretty sure that Brittany had expected me to take a shower to but all at once I was overcome by exhaustion and I was out as soon as my body hit my bed. Well I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. The next post will reveal more of the plot and the direction of the story. Until then leave your comments, questions and suggestions below. Feedback is appreciated. Thank you.
  18. So, when I introduced myself yesterday, I said I wanted to start contributing using games, because they cover my difficulties with storytelling quite nicely. This is an interactive story that I have recently been creating ideas for absent-mindedly. My plan is for this to be quite number heavy, but I’m the only one who will see all that. I’ll generally go with the majority/most significant minority suggestion, adding non-controversial extra suggestions in where I can. Stupid suggestions will be ignored, and suggestions against the nature of the character will require a willpower test, modified to represent the difficulty of the suggestion. I plan to update once every 1 or 2 days, but as my ideas thin, this will probably decrease to once every 3+ days. I probably won’t update on a Tuesday, because of assignments. I make no guarantee that this will last any length of time, but I think I have enough ideas already for it to last a while. To make combat less time-intensive and boring, rather than have turn-by-turn player commands, I will accept general strategies when combat is joined, and control the combat myself, returning control to the players if something happens (e.g. HP drops below a threshold), and posting a summary after completion. The story will be a generic high fantasy story with a pee-shy protagonist. Your bladder will be given as a number out of 400, though 400 represents the maximum number that my scaling mechanics are capable of describing; the number can go above, but calculations will consider it at 400. Bladder does not affect stats, but leaking may cause you to skip a turn. Wet clothes will affect how people treat you, and affect store prices. Undergarments shield your clothes from leaks imperfectly. The system is based on the D100, with attribute tests being rolled against the attribute in question, failing if above (though awkwardly, most other rolls are failing/worse below, so this might be up for change if it becomes too problematic). Levelling up will grant the opportunity to increase attributes, and new spells and abilities will appear when relevant attributes exceed thresholds. My system is untested, so I may change parts that don’t work. I think that’s all I needed to say, so let’s get on with the story: ---- You awake to the sensation of pressure in your lower abdomen. You have to pee. You groan quietly as you disentangle yourself from your sheets, fidgeting uncomfortably. A wave of pressure halts your efforts as you fail to stop a short spurt from leaving your body. Fortunately, the heat of last night's fire has not completely left your pitch black room, yet your thin night dress is insufficient to stop goosebumps forming. You are Emily Elfkin, only daughter of Count Edvard Elfkin, and heir to The County of Elfheim. Your family is named for the belief that it carries the blood of the long-extinct elves that used to live in the county. This belief is reinforced by the fact that your family is known for unusual strength and magical ability (which is how I plan to explain how you can hold your own against multiple other human enemies). The slippers that you slip into as you leave your bed have a concealed blade, put there at the insistence of the castle’s Marshall, who has been unusually paranoid recently… As you stumble blindly toward your bedchamber door, you stub your toe on your trunk, a consequence of having changed rooms recently, and thus not knowing where things are. The shock almost causes you to leak again, but by standing, legs tightly crossed, you regain control. As you pass it, you take the extinguished torch from the sconce by your door and light it with your magic. When you open the door to your bedchamber, a chill wind from the corridor hits you full force, making you shiver and causing you to tense and bend over slightly in an attempt to keep yourself dry. As you look into the corridor, you realise that, in your grogginess, you can’t remember the way to the nearest privy… The corridor stretches both to the left and the right as far as you can see, and for a moment, you stop to consider how to proceed… [player decision] I will post all your stats, items and spells once, then in the future, the only ones I will attach to each post are HP, MP, Bladder and clothing condition. I will also post anything that has changed since the previous post, and you can query anything at any time. Emily Elfkin Level 1 Str: 30 Wis: 32 Dex: 32 Int: 32 End: 30 HP: 149/150 MP: 88/90 Bladder: 301.5/400 Armour Cond.: 97/100 Pack: Equipped: Enchanted Nightgown: 0Arm +2Dex +2Wis +2Int -10 to dignity rolls - 97/100 Slippers: 0Arm Hidden Slipper Knife: D10 Damage Spells: Prestidigitation: [2MP] Small magic effects, such as lighting fires, conjuring small and harmless sensory effects, manipulating small objects etc. Ice Spike: [5MP] Shoot a lance of ice at a target, dealing 2D10 damage and reducing the target's dex by 1 for 5 turns (does not stack). Stone Skin: [15MP] Covers you in a magical shield, bestowing 20 armour for 10 turns that does not stack with armour from gear.
  19. ambivaalen

    Moving Forward

    -------------------------------------------------- Here is my contribution. A story i started something like 5 years ago... Alexandyre was finally on the road. The road to anywhere and everywhere and with no intention of going back to the place called home. He had worked for a full year, living at home to save up as much money as he could and eventually bought the motorcycle he was now riding. The bike was a commando-green Russian motorcycle from the end of the Cold War and attached to its side was a matching sidecar, which was the reason he bought it; because everything is an adventure when you're on a motorcycle with a sidecar. And now, at 19 years of age, he sped down the open road to his future and despite the fact that it was midnight, pitch black outside and pooring down buckets of rain, it seemed very bright. So on he road, unto and through a mountain roads, going with the many twists and turns, when, through this awefull weather he saw the red break lights of a vehicle come into view. Drawing closer he could almost make out what seemed to be a truck of some type, yet before there was any chance to confirm it, he was interrupted by a rather loud screech as the possible-truck sped off like a bat out of hell. Thinking the driver might of hit a dear or something of the sort, Alex slowly deaccelerated and strained his eyes, however as he drew closer and closer, he found himself more and more surprised. Pulling off to the side of the road and coming to a halt, Alex got off his bike. Before him laid a women, drenched from the rain, almost artistically strewn on the ground. Unlike him, she was not wearing any heavy clothing fit for this weather, no, she was wearing a long white skirt with a matching white T-shirt. Her clothes clung to her slim figure. Two scraped and bleeding knees allowed him to guess that she had been thrown out of the vehicle. She still had yet to notice Alex, sobbing into her hands. Standing before her, Alex waited in silence, waiting for her to notice him, as it was not his wish to surprise her, not knowing what traumatic ordeal she had just been thrown out of. When she finally realized that there was a mysterious figure standing before her, she quickly recoiled in fear, her vibrant green eyes wide. He couldn't really blame her for being afraid, as his figure must have looked less than welcoming. Alex was a rather tall guy, 6'1 with a slim, yet semi masculine build, wearing a black riding jacket with drenched jeans, black boots, round riding goggle around his neck and black hair that flatly drooped almost passed his ears and at that moment, like her, his skin was a shade of ghostly white due to the terribly cold weather. Both within the spotlight of the motorcycles headlight, they simply stared at each other for a moment. He stared as kindly as he could into her beautiful, yet scared, green eyes and she stared into his cold, yet welcoming, gray eyes. After a few seconds Alex noticed that her lower lip had ceased its quivering and she no longer looked so scared. Figuring that she had finally gotten used to his presence he reached his hands down to her, offering to help her up. However, in that moment that had passed, it was not that she was getting used to his presence, but that she herself had a realization. Life had beaten her down and tossed her aside and now there was this scary figure with welcoming eyes standing before her. This figure before her was either her savior, or the last torment that she would endure from life, yet in that she found comfort, taking this guys hands would mean her final end, or her long awaited new beginning; no matter what, she was close to the light at the end of the tunnel. And with that she took his hands and was lifted to her feet. Now face to face, Alex offered forth the first words since their paths connected. " Yo... I'm that good thing that everybody wishes for when alot of bad things happen to them..." In response the girl gave the slightest of nods and started walking in the opposite direction. Alex was dumbfounded, for he had never thought that she would choose freezing to death over riding on the same motorcycle with him. This feeling of surprise quickly subsided as he realized that she was just picking up a paper bag that was no more than ten feet away. Once back at the bike she tucked it into the sidecar, next to Alex's single piece of luggage, then climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. Before Alex mounted his bike he took off his jacket and handed it to the girl, who took it but looked back at him confused. To this he simply responded, " I'm half Russian, it'll take much colder weather to cause me any real trouble." Seeing that she still hesitated in putting it on he added in, " Come on, the sooner you put that on and we get out of here; the sooner we get to some where warm to stay for the night." Finally she put it on and Alex got onto the bike, started it up, and told her to hang on tight. She did hang on tight, with her arms wrapped around Alex' torso their two bodies were pressed together and within a fleeting Alex could not help but realize that this girl was certainly not flat chested. Of course this thought was quickly dismissed as the cold wind continued to bite at his face and torso. To their luck, it only took about 20 minutes to find the nearest Inn and get a room. The Inn itself was a pretty nice place; it looked old, but incredibly well taken care of. Once in their room they set down their luggage, which consisted of my backpack and wet paper bag, as well as whatever was in it. Then they just stood there, both thinking, "what now?" The answer was clear so Alex piped up... " We need to get out of these wet clothes...Now all the clothes in my bag are probably soaked and i'm just ganna guess that its the same for your bag and whatever is in it, so.." As he spoke he walked over to the closet and pulled out two large blankets, handing one to the girl. " So, here ya go, i'll change out after you" he said as he motioned to the open bathroom door. With another slight nod she took the towel and walked over to her paper bag and bent over to pick it up. Now, Alex is no pervert, but this girl was just too beautiful not to stare at. Anyway, when she bent over he noticed something that surprised him quite a bit, he could swear that he could see the outlines of a very bulging adult diaper. He's not a nosy guy so he decided to just put it from his mind and act like he saw nothing, after all this gal certainly didn't need anything more on her plate to worry about. Then just as she walks toward the bathroom, bag in hand, it rips. The wet paper bag splits right down the middle and its contents fall out. A quick glance shows Alex that it's a package of molicare diapers and a bottle of baby powder. It was clear that she was trying very hard to hold it together as she picked up the items and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. If there is one thing that mattered to Alex it's to be understanding, and this situation was no exception for this personality trait of his. After about 5 minutes the girl came out of the bathroom and Alex proceeded in. Within 10 minutes they were sitting at small table in the room, drinking instant coffee. She was still very quiet, so Alex broke the silence with an introduction. "Hi, my name is Alexandyre Shrader and I have had my share of lifes harsh moments to know that you probably don't want to talk about it, so how bout we just get some sleep. I'll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed." With that he got up, went over to the bed, tossed one of the pillows on the ground next to the bed, then layed down on his back staring at the ceiling and when he was about to close his eyes, the girl said her first words for the whole evening... " My name is Lucy and... Thank you..." -------------- Chapter 2 Alex ended up waking up pretty early due to the fact that the room was freezing cold. It was no surprise to for him to find out that the heating unit was turned off, since it did not occur to him last night to turn it on, so he turned it on. This, however reminded him that they had wet clothing that needed drying, so with that he gathered up all the wet clothing and headed out to find somewhere in the Inn to dry the clothing. After a good ten minutes he managed to find the wash and dry facilities and then proceeded to load his clean clothing into the dryer, and his, as well as her dirty clothing into the washing machine. That being done, he headed back to their room to try and catch a little more sleep. As he entered the room he could hear that the shower was on and could see that Lucy was no longer in bed, which was probably a good thing, as he had been walking around in his very same damp boxer briefs from last night. Just as he was about to fetch a blanket, the bathroom door opened and Lucy came out. With a towel wrapped around her and a diaper on, she walked out of the bathroom and there Alex was, stopped in his tracks and clearly stunned. She Just kinda stood there, staring at him staring at her. Her wet brunette hair came a bit past her shoulders, her face and body were no longer ghostly white and nor were her lips purple, but instead she was more full of life and color, not altered by freezing cold weather. But it was her eyes that Alex could not help but look into; those magically green eyes. All this was a bit much was a bit much for him, and he could feel himself starting to get that feeling down below. She noticed almost immediately and this time she was the one to break the silence... " You're not too bad lookin yourself." she commented with a smile as she walked past him over to the small table. Alex was kind of surprised, as he did not know if she would talk at all today and if she did, he did not expect something like that. Alex then turned and walked over to the table to sit opposite of her and could not help but smirk a bit as he saw several small bottles of many different types of liquor in the middle of the table. He could not help but think to himself, " Well, that explains alot..." He let out a short chuckle as he sat down. "So, what do we have here?" Asked Alex as he picked up a few different bottles and looking at them. However, half way through inspecting the third bottle Lucy replied to his question... " Are you old enough to drink?" She teased while shooting him a grin and an overly suspicious look.. Alex, not realizing that she was just jokin with him, quickly countered, "Why of-ofcourse I AM!" She continued to eye him for a short moment.. "...Kind of ..." Alex finished, smirking a bit as Lucy returned a big smile and started laughing. She finally managed to stifle the last bit of laughter after about ten seconds. " You, know I was just teasin ya." She said in a very sweet tone, then continued with a deeper tone, " You look plenty manly from where im standing-I mean sitting..." Now Blushing a tiny bit, "How many of those, have you had?" Alex asked, motioning to the bottles in the middle of the table. She did not answer his question but instead put in, " Awe come now, dun go ruinin the fun. For a few hours we can be free of our worries and sorrows.... You're not going to tell me that I shouldn't or that it's unhealthy or something like that, are ya!?" Lucy whined, still speaking in her sweet, yet slightly inebriated voice. "Certainly not!" Alex replied in an exasperated manner as he stood up from his chair. "Well...It is unhealthy to some degree..." He continued, while walking over to his backpack. He reached into his backpack and pulled out... "Let this rather large bottle of..." He paused for a second, looking at the label "Rasberry Vodka be proof that I know my fair share about those worries and sorrows you speak of.. AND..." Now back at the table "In times like these, I think its just what the doctor ordered." : AFTER MANY DRINKS : ------ " Well, at age 20 I met this great guy, then we started living together and thats when he started getting a bit rough. From there things went down hill. Until about two weeks ago he was driving us home from the grocery store and he sped through a red light and that was the end of his Ford Crown Victoria. We were then sent to the nearest hospital where he spent one week and was out, and I spent two weeks. He got out almost totally unharmed; I got out with an damaged and altogether uncontrollable bladder. He found out in the truck while he was driving us home and that was it, he was done with me... He threw me out of the truck with nothing but the clothes I was wearing and my paper bag that I had received from the hospital. That's when you came along." Lucy finished up, tears brimming her eyes. "That's terrible... Just terrible..." Alex sputtered, yet before he could continue he was interrupted by her. "Yeah, pretty fucking harsh huh? Well at least it's over... The relationship with that bastard, at least..." After a long pause Lucy piped up, clearly trying to make an effort to cheer back up. "Well, now it's your turn motorcycle-sidecar-mystery-man." She barely managed the sentence. " Oh right..." Alex managed an uneasy smile... " My story is pretty simple; short really... really short." His uneasy smile disappeared "Yeah, my story is... Ah... Short lived" He once more managed a momentary uneasy smile, which only lasted for a moment and then disappeared, giving way to a much darker look on his face. "One day... I came home and I found my Dad, Mum, and twin brother dead... Shot to death." His voice wavered a bit as he said this and then he continued. " Mum and Dad died in their beds, both shot in the head while sleeping. My brother... He was awake when whoever did this arrived and was shot 4 times before he died... Aside from me, my sister also lived. We sold or gave away everything that was not of sentimental value and split the money from the house and life insurance down the middle. She went to live with her Fiance, he's a good man... And after the funeral, I left... Thats when I crossed paths with you..." For a full minute, which seemed to the two of them like an eternity, there was absolute silence. Just when neither of them could really take the silence anymore... It was interrupted by a hissing noise. At first they both looked at each other confused, then Lucy started to blush madly as she looked down and realized that her diaper was seriously wet, yet luckily it did not leak. She looked back up to see Alex beginning to stand up. "Where you off to?" Lucy inquired. "Need to pee." He replied "You should try wearing a diaper!" Lucy blurted out. "Oh, really?! And why is that." "Because then we could continue drinking and having a good time throughout the day without interruptions!" She said with a smile on her face. "I dunno... Will anything bad happen?" "You might enjoy it." She said, again with a big smirk on her face. Alex' expression looked uneasy, like he was looking for the inhibitions that the alcohol had weakened. But Lucy was not going to leave it to that; she got up out of her chair and walked to Alex, stopping a foot away... "Pleeaase!" " Oh come on now, that's not fair!" Alex said gesturing at her vibrant green eyes, her c-cup towel bound chest, and her rather well used diaper. " All is fair in love and war." She pined in. " Oh? And which one is this?" " War" Replied Lucy with a big smile. The understanding part of Alexandyre clicked in at this moment and he realized that she really didn't want to be the only one here in a diaper, that she must feel kinda out of place. Really, if it would make her that much happier, how could he refuse. Besides can't knock it till you try it... Right.... Alex thought... " In that case... I guess you've won." Alex relented with a smile to Lucy, who already had a diaper in hand. With that she went into action, she laid out the diaper on the bed and baby powdered it, then turned to Alex and said " Ok, i'm ganna turn around and you're going to take off your briefs, lay down on the diaper, and pull the front up, then I will tape it." Alex chimed in, "I am sure I am fully capable taping it up." To this Lucy quickly returned, " Trust me when i tell you that it is alot harder than it looks. Besides, why not let the pretty gal do part of the work." " Fine, well then turn around" Said Alex, and she did. So he did as told and she taped up the diaper nice and tight... " You're right, it really is not that bad." " See, no need to be a big baby about it!" laughed Lucy as she returned to her seat and Alex returned to his. Quickly swallowing the vodka that was in his mouth Alex retorted, " I most certainly was not!" " Ok ok, it was joke." Relented Lucy. They continued talking and drinking until they both passed out next to each other in bed. ------------------------- Chapter 3 Lucy was the first one to wake up and found herself amazed at the fact that her diaper had not yet leaked, yet even more surprised that was she by the fact that Alex was sleeping right next to her. It was in that moment that He then awoke and it took him a moment before he realized that this was not a dream. It was his splitting headache that tipped him off that he really had been spent the whole previous day drinking with this beautiful women. Course to him She was more than that now, she was Lucy, A girl he definantly could see himself really liking. Alex spoke first... " Lucy..." She immediately looked at him waiting for him to continue. " Your towel is loose... " Said Alex pointing at her overly exposed chest. Her eyes grew a bit wide with surprise and started making frantic movements to correct this, when she just stopped, something about Alex had caught her eyes. Then She spoke to Alex... " Alex..." This time it was his turn to look into her eyes, waiting for her to continue. " Your diaper is leaking..." With that they both simultaneously jumped out of bed and turned around; looking down they both realized that what the other had said was true. Lucy immediately went about fixing the problem, once again wrapping the towel around tightly around her and blushing madly as she was quite embarrassed. This embarrassment quickly subsided as she looked down at her chest and thought to herself, ' Well, they are perfect.' With a big grin on her face she then turned around to see Alex briskly walking around the room in his absolutely saturated diaper, his head darting back and forth as though he were looking for something. Lucy could not help but laugh. This of course caught Alex' attention. "This is not funny!" He proclaimed in a very loud but strained whisper. " Oh come on -" Said Lucy, putting a great deal of effort into trying to finish her sentence without breaking into another bout of laughter. " look at yourself! You can't tell me that it's not funny." Not having to give it much thought Alex returned, " Yeah well... Help me look for my briefs will ya." " OK, ok" Returned Lucy with a smirk on her face. Alex and Lucy looked around the room " They have got to be somewhere around he -" But Alex was cut off from finishing his sentence by his right foot that had ran into something. He looked down to see that he had just knocked over the bottle of vodka that he had apparently set down next to his chair; the remaining contents of the bottle quickly spilled onto the floor. "Damnit all!" cursed Alex. "What?" Asked Lucy, from inside the bathroom. "I just knocked over the Vodka and a lot spilled out onto the onto the floor before I could save it." Replied Alex. Lucy walked out of the bathroom with a roll of paper towels in hand. Ready to aid Alex in this disaster she walked over to him. He was standing near the site of the catastrophe with the bottle in hand, now with the cap back on, examining the damages; there was still one third of the bottle left. 'It could be much worse,' Alex thought to himself. " Oh shit!" exclaimed Lucy, as she went to try and dry the floor. "Really?! I thought you were only urinary incontinent." Joked Alex. "You're really going to regret makin fun of my having to wear diapers." Said Lucy, almost as though she felt sorry for Alex. "Yeah, i'm sorry that was in really bad taste..." He returned, feeling kinda bad for saying such a thing. "Yeah, again, sorry; that was re-" But Alex found himself interrupted as Lucy pulled her arm out from under the chair, no longer holding a wet paper towel, but hooked to her pointer finger, a soaked pair of boxer briefs... She stood back up, looking at Alex with pity in her eyes... " Aww, shit..." Proclaimed Alex... "Now that's just plain ironic..." Finished Alex, with a pained smile on his face. Lucy couldn't help but stifle a laugh or two for which she was about to apologize, but was cut off by Alex as he started chuckling to himself while shaking his head, "Well, I deserved that. Even though I'm not pleased with the situation, I certainly deserved it." After few seconds Alex piped up. "Ah that reminds me, our clothes are still in the Inn's washer and dryer down the hall." He then made for the door and just as he was about to open it... "Wait!" Belted out Lucy, in surprise. "You're going to go out there in nothing but an overly saturated diaper?!" " Yeah, I've never been one to care much about what other people think." Replied Alex in an informative manner. " Heck if some stranger who I will never see again gets a laugh or two off at my expense, thats their deal. Besides it's not like I have much of a choice." Then just as he was about to leave he stopped, "Then again, I'd rather not draw too much attention." So he walked over and grabbed a blanket to wrap himself in. With that, and a smile, he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. As he neared the Inn's laundry room, he heard a lot of snickering. He stopped and looked around, yet saw nobodies door open, nor anyone around. As he turned back towards the laundry room he discovered the source of laughter. There, outside the laundry room entrance, stood a group of 6 teenagers, two of them with their arms full of clothing, yet not just any clothing, but His and Lucy's clothing. Their eyes were all wide with surprise... " I think that you have my friend and I's clothing there in your arms." Spoke Alex, motioning to the two individuals holding their clothing. However instead of responding, they just began laughing hysterically. Now one would think that laughing that hard would make it hard to run away, but these guys certainly weren't affected as they turned on their heels and zoomed off, granted two or three of them had to use the wall to keep from stumbling as they ran down the long hallway and eventually out into the lobby. Alex could have pursued them, but it would have been difficult and there was not much he could have done when he caught them. After all, he was not about to beat up some teenagers over some prank. These thoughts went through his mind as he walked into the laundry room to see if they accidentally left anything. Sure enough, there was a... Alex picked it up and looked at the label. " 'C-cup Victoria Secret "Very Sexy® NEW! Secret Embrace™ push-up bra' " Alex read out loud... Well, Alex thought, he had to agree with the people at Victoria Secret. This purple bra would Certainly look sexy on Lucy. Course he couldn't imagine why she would need it, after all, as far as he could tell she was extremely blessed with ample *cough* but rather perky *cough* breasts. As he walked back down the hall to their room he could not help but let his thoughts stray to her vibrant green eyes. However his thoughts were then interrupted by the sound of distant laughter behind him. He turned around to see the some of the clothing snatchers lookin at him through the glass door of the lobby. Man they were really gettin a kick out of him. 'Apparently the joke ain't over' Alex thought and chuckled to himself. Alex entered the room and shortly after, Lucy came out of the bathroom, having taken a shower and re diapered herself. Without bothering to say anything Alex walked over to her and handed to her the only surviving garment from his expedition. "Where is everything else?" Inquired Lucy. "Short story even shorter..." started Alex, taking a breath before continuing. "Our clothes were stolen by a group of teens who thought it was the funniest thing in the world..." He said as he lay the blanket back on the bed. "Ok, well then what exactly are we going to do? This is a joke I would rather not be at the end of." Commented Lucy. " No worries, I'll think of something, I always think of something." Alex said, then frowned. "But first, I really need to get out of this diaper and take a shower." That being said, Alex walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Once finished with his shower Alex found himself confronted with another problem... "Ah, Lucy..." Spoke Alex from the door. "Yes?" Replied Lucy sweetly "I have a bit of a problem." "I know, the solution is already spread out on the bed and powdered. I'll turn around and turn back around to help you tape." Said Lucy "Well actually, I was ganna ask you to pass me the vodka briefs." Said Alex in a slightly hesitant manner as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. He walked passed the slightly horrified looking Lucy and picked up his vodka soaked briefs up from the ground. Lucy finally spoke up as he was just about to put them on. "Where is your common sense?" Questioned Lucy. Stepping into his boxer briefs and about to pull them up, "You know, if there is one thing I have found, it's that common sense is not that common." He replied as he pulled up the briefs and then proceeded to take off the towel. Lucy still had a slightly horrified look on her face as she watch Alex walk back to the bathroom to return the towel. he was about half way when he stopped in his tracks. His face went from 'know-it-all grin' to an 'Oh, what have I done' frown. Lucy couldn't help but burst out in laughter as she stood up from the bed, walked the two steps over to the momentarily stunned Alex and leaned over so her face was right next to his. "I'll bet that kinda burns" She chided. "Just as stupidity of this level only should." Was Alex' response. Satisfied, Lucy shoved Alex toward the bed and turned around. With one action he pulled off the briefs and jumped out of them, then situated himself on the diaper and signaled Lucy that he was ready for her aid. Lucy turned around and was about to tape it up... " You know, it would probably help your irritated skin to put a bit more baby power down there." Lucy said in a 'for your own good' sort of way. "Yeah, you're probably right; you wanna hand it here." He replied while holding out his hand. "Why not let me do the honors" Piped in Lucy "Oh" Returned Alex, with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, you've seen me half naked, why not return the favor." She said with a smile "Besides, I'll probably make less of a mess with the powder; been using it longer." She added with a wink. "Well when you put it that way..." Said Alex with a smile as he plopped on his back and started staring at the ceiling, giving her free reign. "That's quite a 'tool' you've got there." Commented Lucy with raised eyebrows as she finished up the powdering. "I'll bet you were really popular in high school." She said with a grin to Alex as she finished taping up. "Nope, never got far enough to do the deed. Everyone who wanted to gossiped too much or was involved in a bunch of high school drama. Gosh those are two things that I hate. I can't stand it when people talk behind each others backs, so really I steered clear of most people in high school. Most social interaction that I got was through a bunch of jokes and pranks because they thought that I was shy." Alex chuckled as he said this. "Boy were they wrong." Finished Alex as he got to his feet with a smile on his face. "Speaking of jokes...I would love to hear your plan for how we come out on the winners end of this prank." Lucy said, gesturing to their lack of clothing. "There isn't much I love more than showing jokesters who their Jokin with." Said Alex with a smile. He continued "We road into this place in pretty poor condition. I think we should ride out of here on that chariot like a god and goddess, in the Greek sense." Lucy watched, still a bit confused, as Alex walked over to the closet and pulled out two big white sheets. "Oh jesus." Was all Lucy could say through a big grin as she shook her head back and forth. Alex turned towards her with an equally big grin "Oh yes..." he said and then pointed to his backpack, " In the front pocket there is a small emergency box, inside there should be a needle and thread." ----------- 15 MINUTES LATER -------------- Lucy and Alex stood opposite each other admiring their work. "These Toga' are either pure brilliance, or absolute madness!" Mused Lucy "I like to think it's a mixture of both, ending in not but pure awesome." Proudly exclaimed Alex. "By the way you truly look like a goddess." He added. " And you, like some mighty Greek ruler." Returned Lucy. Packing all their things to leave was easy, all Alex had to do was get the bottle of Vodka and put it back in his backpack. Lucy stood by the door with the heavily taped together paperback in hand. Alex was surprised however, when he was putting the vodka into his bag and checking to make sure that nothing, save for his clothing, was missing. He was surprised by the fact that aside from his metal box that was at the bottom of his back pack, which he checked to make sure nothing was missing from, there was Lucy's purple bra, and all that was left from the mini bar wrapped in a towel. Pleased, he then zipped up his backpack and took it up by its top most handle, joining Lucy at the door. As they entered the hallway Alex could not help but comment with a chuckle, " you really took that Greek goddess thing serious." Lucy gave a big smile at him before replying, "Wearing a damp bra can be about as irritating as a wet diaper." Alex, remembering that his vodka briefs were still in the room on the floor, left a big tip before they left. As they exited the Inn, they noted their fortune as the day was a sunny one and they truly did fit the picture. The group of six guys who had pranked them were still waiting around, probably to get another big laugh at the guy and gal who's clothes they had taken. They were actually leaning on the fence next to Alex' chariot. While Alex and Lucy walked over to the bike, all this group could do was stare in surprise, half of them even had their mouths open. Alex and Lucy put their respective bags in the side car and mounted their his chariot. However just before they rode off on the motorcycle, Alex stopped, turned to the group, which still had the clothes at their feet, and said one sentence. "Can't touch this." And then they sped off on the motorcycle leaving the group of boys to simply stare in awe. About half a mile later Alex pulled off to the side of the road because it was dangerous to drive when they were laughing so hard. Once they got a hold of themselves they were back on the road Lucy posed a question to which she was curious of the answer. "So, Alex, what is in that metal box at the bottom of your bag? I'm just curious." Alex thought for a moment before responding, then he did... "Ten thousand dollars, as I did not know when I would next have access to my money, which is in a bank account in Switzerland." Lucy was a little blown back by this, as she thought his leaving was more spontaneous, not so planned. "Wow you really planned out this mysterious vacation of yours." Lucy added in. "Actually, my hand was kinda forced by the death of my parents and my brother. The truth is, this is not just a vacation, because I don't really intend to go back." There was a pause before Alex spoke again... "Lucy, I was wondering, do you have anything to do or anywhere to go?" Lucy was a bit sad at hearing this question, as she had really enjoyed meeting Alex...She tried hard not to sound sad when she spoke "No.. I- I don-" Alex interrupted quickly, finishing her sentence, "Don't? Because if thats the case then I- well it's been a lot of fun and i don't -" Alex was having severe trouble finding a way to phrase it and not stuttering in the process, until he finally just blurted out, " Wanna be my sidekick in this adventure? I mean cus everything is an adventure when you have a motorcycle with a sidecar." Lucy was really happy to hear that their time together was not over. " Why can't you be the sidekick and I the main character?" She replied. Alex responded quickly, " That's cool, as long as I get to be the one driving the motorcycle." At this point they were both smiling, happy that their adventure was not over yet... And it certainly wasn't.... -------------------------------- Chapter 4 The scenery had long since changed, no longer did they ride the beautiful mountain roads, but now farmland surrounded them. The two of them had been riding for hours. To Alex, this area and just about all they had past through up till this point were new to him. For Lucy, however, they were familiar. “We aren't going to stop in this next town are we?” Inquired Lucy. “Just for Gas, we are running a bit low, although it is getting a bit late, the sun will set soon. If you would like we could stay at a place there for the night.” Replied Alex. “Nah, lets just get the gas and continue on riding through.” Answered Lucy. Within twenty minutes they had reached town. Both of their stomachs were telling them that food would be a good idea. “we should probably stop to get some food soon” Put forth Alex. Lucy responded “Yeah, there is a good Chines place about a mile away, if you would like to try it out.” “Oh, you recognize where we are?” Asked Alex “Yeah, I lived about 5 miles east of here with him.” “Ah, I see. Well then, we will just get some food, gas and pass through here.” Commented Alex. They walked into the Chines restaurant and got a booth together. They really got a lot of stares, what with them wearing their makeshift togas. Lucy was a bit nervous and it showed. “Lucy, really, please you're safe with me.” Said Alex leaning forward. “You know, I'v mentioned him dozens of times, yet never his name.” Commented Lucy, as they ate. “I figure you'll tell me if or when you like.” Counter commented Alex. “Well, his name is Garek.” Said Lucy... “I fell for him because he was a really mysterious guy. That really turned me on back then.” As Lucy spoke, she looked kinda sad from where Alex was sitting... To him, her looking sad... It just did not seem right. Her eyes, they were just too damn beautiful to be lookin sad... “You know Lucy-” Interceded Alex with an aire of sarcastic arrogance. “I can be quite mysterious too, For instance, you don't know how old I am. And if you were to ask, well I'd be liable to tell you that it were a mystery.” Finished Alex with a grin on his face and one or two nods of his head up and down. Lucy couldn't help but laugh and pose the question. “So how old are you?” Alex, in an effort to seen mysterious answered “How old are YOU? Oh wow, me answering a question with a question, now isn't THAT mysterious?” By this point, their serious faces were utterly failing them as they laughed. And then between her laughter, Lucy put forth, “What if I told you that I am no longer attracted to mystery men?” Alex immediately stopped laughing and quickly spat out his response, “19! I'm nineteen yours old.” With that, they both broke into laughter again. Finally as it started calming down, Lucy managed to speak, “You know, where I come from, they call THAT whipped.” She joked. “Whipped – Roped in, Potato pataato.” Replied Alex, then becoming more serious he added in, “Ok, ok all joking aside. Truth is, I'm a real open book, so to speak. Only real danger in asking me a question is that I'll tell the truth.“ “Oh, I hadn't noticed...” Lucy said with a heavy degree of sarcasm in her sweet voice. The two of them then went on to finish their meals and left the restaurant. “Now, where around here is a gas station? This chariot needs gas.” Asked Alex. Within minutes their chariot was pulling into the gas station, which was well lit on this dark night... There was only one other vehicle at the gas station. Lucy hopped off to pump the gas and Alex leaned over and retrieved some cash from his backpacks front pocket to hand to Lucy. As he handed it to Lucy he looked up and saw her beautiful green eyes wide with what seemed a mixture of horror and surprise. Something was wrong... Alex immediately spun around, all the while leaning heavily to retrieve something from the sidecar. As he did so he heard the voice of a man in front of him shout for him to stop. Alex' eyes risked a glance up, the man was tall, dressed in a suit and reaching for something within his jacket and the last thing Alex was going to do was stop. This man was faster than Alex, pulling a Beretta 9mm from inside his jacket milliseconds before Alex pulled his own gun from under the hood of the sidecar. The two pointed their respective guns at each other for a moment before the man in the suite spoke. “Lower the weapon, I have information you need...” This man was clearly skilled with his weapon, and certainly had the chance to kill him...But what if he is just cocky... The what ifs plagued Alexandyre's mind, and it showed in the slight shaking of the pistol in his hand. “Come here, we need to talk...” The mysterious man said as he motioned to his truck. When the man did this Alex heard a gasp come from behind. He didn't know if Lucy's gasp was out of fear or not, but thats what he was going to guess. Alex's instincts told him not to leave Lucy, thus he acted accordingly and got off the bike, all the while keeping his now much more steady hand trained on the mystery man. Seeing that Alex was not about to go anywhere, but to Lucy's side, he lowered his gun and said what he had to say, right then and there. “They already put a hit out on your sister, but it was called off. As it seems that you made the right connections with somebody back home who is rather persuasive. But what that person does not know, that I do, is that they have already paid a few hit men to come plug you. I am one of those people. I am however going to be turning the job down.” He paused before he continued. “Your brother fought with a madness I'v never seen before, even after I had shot him three times, he got back up the moment I started for your empty room and practically smashed my face in... He died to protect that door to your room, not knowing that you weren't there and I can't help but respect that. ” Still a bit confused...“Why are you telling me this? and how the hell do you know who I am?” Alex desperately demanded. All this information was a bit much for Alex...At this point his eyes were wide with shock, his breathing was heavy and all his muscles flexed. “I am telling you this because you were kind enough to pick up her from the side of the road after I threw her out. And I recognize you because you look like your brother.” Answered the man. The man then continued, “I will not answer anymore questions, but i will tell you this. You can come for me looking for revenge, but trust me when I say that it will be pointless. Just survive, take her and survive... That Soviet Tokarev TT you have there is an ancient piece of machinery, but it will do the trick, have it ready...I don't know how long you have before they come. Some of them are better at tracking than I am, some are worst.” With that the man turned around and started walking back to his truck. Now, Alex' breathing had gone from heavy to a loud rasping. He tried to walk back to his bike but instead staggered forward, dropping the gun as he did so, yet still managed to get his outstretched right hand to the left handlebar before he stumbled to the ground. Not only his mind, but his body too, found it all so revolting... The very bile of his stomach rose up and he vomited near the front tire of his bike...Everything was spiraling out of control... Everything seemed so blurry. Alex looked around, blinking rapidly. To him everything seemed so sad... Utterly sad... He looked up again, this time at the sky, this time with tears in his eyes. The tears made it hard to see the stars... Just then something blocked the stars entirely... No not something, but someone... Lucy... Her vibrant green eyes...They too full of tears... The thoughts entered his mind... It seemed so wrong for her beautiful eyes to look sad. His eyes locked with Lucy's. Now his senses were coming back. His breathing slowly returned to normal and his body stopped shaking... With Lucy's help, he got back to his feet. Alex quickly regained his form, his grasp on the world and its events, for a while there, he had thought he lost them. After picking up the gun and putting it back in its place, under the hood of the sidecar, he once more mounted his bike, Lucy fallowing suite. Together they road off, together, back on the road. After leaving town it was another hour before they found a place to stay the night. During that whole silent ride, Lucy held herself tightly to Alex... The Hotel they arrived at was pretty nice. They walked together down the hall to their room... Just as they were about to enter Alex paused and spoke the first words between the two of them for over an hour... “Lucy... I'm sorry you had to see that...It finally hit me that they are truly dead...Before now, I had not shed even a single tear...So once more, I'm sorry you had to see that.” “I'm not.” Replied Lucy. The two of them just stood there for a moment outside their door... “I am glad.” Finalized Alex as opened the door with a very tired smile on his face... The two of them clearly had different priorities once in the room. Lucy took her bag and went into the bathroom. Whereas Alex took the Tokarev out of his pocket and set the pistol on the nightstand before grabbing two of the Hotels glasses from the tiny excuse for a kitchen, filling one of them up with Vodka and heading back to sit on the bed. He gulped it down relatively quickly, pouring himself another, which he drank as well. He was on his third glass when Lucy came out of the bathroom, fresh diaper and towel wrapped around her, she briskly walked over to Alex and relieved him of his of his half full glass with a, “Wow there Chief... How many of these have you had?” “Two and a half and with the full intention of making it three.” Alex replied with a small grin as he motioned for his glass back... “Jesus...” Lucy said, thinking to herself that she was not gone for more than six or seven minutes. Over the next twelve minutes Lucy finished off his glass of vodka and started to notice the quickly becoming inebriated Alex shift back and forth in his seat. “I'll bet somebody could really use a diaper change.” Lucy said in the sweetest voice she could manage.. It took the drunk Alex a moment before answer. “Are you trying to patronize me?” “Why of course not” She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, ok...” Alex responded as he fell back onto the bed, the vodka was really hitting him hard at this point. Lucy took off his very wet diaper off and taped another on. Then after throwing away the used diaper, she turned off the lights and climbed into bed with Alex who was already well on his way to a full night of sleep... Once she was in bed Alex, in his last moments of consciousness pulled her close to him and she in turn put her arms around him, then with a very content look on his face Alex managed two words before passing out.”Thank you.” They both fell asleep in each others arm that night, both in desperate need of lots of sleep after that days many trials. -------------------------------- Chapter 5 Alex woke up a very surprised individual, for somehow, he had wound up in bed with Lucy... This thought alone caused many question marks to pop into his head. Somehow, he was in bed with Lucy, her head rested right next to his; he could even feel her breathing. Her body slightly pressed against him, his right arm positioned under and around her body, coming out near her shoulder. Lucy had yet to wake up and Alex laid there on his back in bed, his mind wracked with the previous days events. Alex wanted to curse himself, as he could remember all the events of the previous day up until he poured himself his first glass of vodka; then everything was hazy for him. His face clearly displayed his frustrated confusion as he continued to focus on trying to remember what took place. His in depth focus was, however, interrupted by a warm gust of air being blown into his right ear. Lucy had woken up to see a very confused looking Alex. She could take a lucky guess at why he was confused and decided to toy with him a bit, to this end, she began by blowing into his right ear to interrupt his failing attempt to remember last night. Her action was met with a flinch from the momentarily shocked Alex, fallowed by a blank look on his face. “Aaah-” Alex began, “Hi.” Lucy couldn't help but laugh on the inside and show a big smile on her face as she saw his reaction. But she was not done with him yet... “Hi” Replied Lucy with a sweet chirp as she pulled herself closer to him, pressing her body more up against his. This action caused Alex' eyes to grow wide and his cheeks to burn red. Alex just laid there, paralyzed for a moment before his body jumped into an upright position, pulling his arm out from under her and almost taking the towel with it. He quickly turned to her with a face that conveyed a very undecided franticness... “Wha-wha-trrr-ya doin!?” Alex sputtered. Lucy could barely keep her laughter from bursting out her overly smiling mouth; “You looked like you were having trouble trying to remember something, so I figured I would help you out.” “We didn't do anything l-last night did we?!” Alex finally managed. “What do you mean? We did lots of things.” Said Lucy, with a big smile. Alex just sat there for a few moments and Lucy just smiled right back before her constitution failed her and she broke out in hysterical laughter, holding the towel in place with one hand and pointing at him with the other. “Y-y-ou” Lucy attempted through her bout of laughter, “yo- you-” she was still having trouble getting it out through all her laughing, “drank th-thn passed out.” she said, then continued laughing. Slowly getting over his state of astonishment, “That was...” Alex paused for a moment before continuing, “not nice!” He tried to feign seriousness, but failed, as he just felt really relieved. “No, but it was downright hilarious!” replied Lucy, now calming down. “Yeah, it was pretty funny...” Proclaimed Alex with a small chuckle, “you really had me goin.” “I know.” Lucy beamed as she got out of bed and headed over to Alexandyre's backpack, holding the towel in place as she did so. From it she pulled her purple 'very sexy' bra. Alex took this as his que to turn around and give her a moment of privacy. “Done.” Lucy chirped. With that Alex turned around, seeing Lucy in her toga. Her bra was slightly visible from under the bed sheet toga. Alex looked into her magnificent green eyes, “Have I told you yet, how absolutely beautiful you are?” “Yes you have, though this is the first time with words.” Lucy replied with a smirk on her face as she took a seat at the table. Alex blushed a bit as he sat opposite to her at the table. “Well...” Alex paused, as though he were waiting for something to reach his mouth. His eyes locked with hers; he continued, “Well...Yeah...” “Having trouble speaking Romeo?” Lucy inquired. “Only if you are Juliet.” Alex replied, his eyes still locked with hers. He then continued “Are you Juliet?” “Ha ha, well the answer to that question lies with Father-Time.” Lucy replied with a curt smile. “I guess I'll just have to be patient for the courtship theme.” Alex returned with a subtle smile. “Yeah, because until Father-Time gives his consent I'm just the main character in this adventure, and you my motorcycle driving sidekick.” Said Lucy with a playful look of regret on her face, pouting lips and all. Despite his best efforts, the pained look of sadness that took over Alex' face was unavoidable. “About, that... ” Lucy jumped in. “Neither of us want you to continue that sentence.” Her voice no longer playful, but serious. Her eyes and voice had changed to a tone of a stern sincerity... “I want this adventure to continue. I realize what that means, and I do have some questions. But I want it to continue.” “It feels selfish to say it...” Started Alex; his face and eyes reflecting happiness, but his voice uneasiness. “I'm really glad to hear you say that.” There was a pause before the silence was broken by Lucy. “Besides, your so young.” Lucy chided sweetly. “What kind of adult would I be if I let you run off on your own.” “What's this?!” Alex scoffed. “You're only a year or two older!” “That would be four years, Chillun.” Lucy retorted with a look of gleeful pride on her face. “Oh by the way, from now on you are to call me 'Miss.'” With that they both displayed heavy grins before breaking into laughter that lasted a good twenty seconds before they calmed down and things became quiet again. This silence continued as Alex got up from his chair and walked over to the window. He looked outside; seeing that the world was still waiting for them to proceed Alex turned back to Lucy and spoke once more; his tone confident with an underlying sense of excitement. “The morning sky is gray; Lets try n outride the clouds.” Lucy returned a big smile as she got up from her chair. “That line you just spoke, it was almost poetic.” With a smile Alex replied as he walked toward her. “Oh, you are surprised Miss Lucy? I dare say that I might make a good Romeo after all...” He then proceeded over to his backpack and she to her bag and together they left. On their motorbike they sped off. Their Togas blowing in the heavy wind. It was nearly noon and the wind only grew stronger and the clouds darker... “Road signs say we are about forty miles away from the nearest city... If there would be a good time to answer any and all of your questions, then I think that time would be now; while we are moving.” Alex said back to Lucy, who was holding onto him as they rode. “Why were your parents killed?” Lucy began softly. “My parents were both corporate lawyers; however they did not work for, but against corporations.” Alex replied, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Together, their goal was to grapple with the very worst of corporations and make them truly responsible for their actions. It is my best guess that the order was handed down to kill not just them, but my whole family. They were failing to win the legal battles and tried to end my family' lives. They managed to kill my parents and my twin brother, but my Sister and I still exist as loose ends that they seem to want to tie up.” As Alex said this, not just his strong voice, but also his tensed muscles made it clear that he was far from resigning himself to this end. “That means that they would be going after your sister too, doesn't it?” Lucy put in, concerned. “After my most of my family was killed, there was only one thing left for me to do. That was to make sure that they could never reach the only other surviving member, aside from myself; my sister.” Alex took a deep breath and then continued. “The corruption that corporations had wielded would most certainly have had no trouble dealing with her and I even with the witness protection that the police wanted to put us under. Even with the help of the law enforcement agencies, I could still not be sure of her safety. So I went to the only people that could match the powers of corruption held by the corporations and stand toe to toe with them.” Alex let out a short chuckle before continuing once more. “The fact that this bike and my gun are Soviet made is no coincidence. I bought them from a former KGB agent who now holds a very high position in the Russian mob. It was to him that I paid a great deal of money to make sure that my sister and I could attempt to disappear. And even if we were discovered, she is out of their reach. The man whom I bought this bike and gun from said that he admired how far I was willing to go for my sister. He said that the journey ahead of me could never be a smooth one and that he would do all that he could to ensure her safety so that I would not have to look back. Our meeting ended quickly and he bid me farewell, giving me that bottle of vodka as a gift.” “It must make you happy to know that your sister is safe.” Lucy said. “It does. It makes me very happy.” Alex responded, as he looked up at the still very dark clouds... “ We are coming up on a big city in about ten minutes, when we get there we should get some clothing.” Alex said with a smile. Lucy replied with a confirmatory squeeze, her arms draped around Alex. “Yeah...” The rest of the ride was quiet. The two of them stopped outside of a Target store, at which point they got off the bike and went inside. “So who's shopping shall we do first?” Lucy inquired. “How bout yours.” Alex responded. And with a nod they headed off into the women's clothing section where Lucy picked out a few long skirts, some plain T-shirts, and some socks. Soon Alex found himself fallowing Lucy into the intimates section, at which point Alex handed Lucy a few hundred bucks and signalled, with a smile, that he was going to go do some shopping for himself. After finishing up her shopping in the intimates section and picked up another package of molicares before paying up front and heading out to the bike. Lucy had just put her stuff in the side car when two faint cracks met her ears; then a third, which was louder. Fallowing the third were faint sounds of screaming as two fearful customers ran from the store. There was then a fourth and fifth crack, much louder than the previous and accompanied by the image of a sprinting Alex who had just made it out of the second set of doors and onto the parking lot and was sprinting towards Lucy. The glass of the doors behind him shattered as another crack resounded in the air. With this crack Alex faultered, barely managing to stay on his feet as his sprint came to a very fast stagger as he reached the bike, pulling his Tokarev from the side car and toppled back against the bike as he spun back around firing multiple shots at a man who was just then walking out of the store through the broken glass door. The man dropped to his knees as he let off what was left of his clip in their direction, narrowly missing Alex and blowing the glass cover off of the bikes speedometer. Seeing that the man was about to reload Alex climbed onto the bike, Lucy fallowed quickly, getting on and trying to examine the wound. This was made difficult as they sped away due to the black fabric of Alex' new, yet now ruined, suit jacket. It was clear that the bullet had entered into his upper left arm, but too dark and wet with blood to know exactly where. “How do you feel?” Lucy asked hurriedly. “I feel like I could use a few glasses of vodka... But then I feel sick to my stomach because I realize that we are all out.” Responded Alex with a pained smirk on his face. ----------------------- Chapter 5.5 “I am going to get us to the nearest place to rent a room, but you will have to do the room renting. When you do-” Alex winced from the extreme pain in his arm, or was it his shoulder; he didn't know, but he did know that it was starting to hurt like hell. He decided to chance a look at the wound. “What the heck are ya doin!?” Alex urged, as he saw Lucy' hand pressing tightly around where the wound appeared to be. “Calm down Murcutio, I am trying to reduce the blood loss.” Replied Lucy, in a matter-o-fact sort of way. “What's this Mercutio stuff?! I am a bit far from my poetic end don't you think?” “Well that depends on how far away we are from a place of rest.” “A place of rest?! I hope you mean an Inn; yes, we are about two minutes away from a place to stay.” “Very good Mercutio, then we are three minutes away from a very painful salvation involving a very hot piece of metal and this wound.” “Jesus women! 'Place of rest' , 'salvation' , 'hot metal!?...' 'Mercucio!' You ganna finish me off?” “Well now, me pressing on this wound doesn't seem so bad now does it?” Lucy remarked as they arrived at the Inn. “Not as long as I can be Romeo again.” Alex returned with a smirk, still with traces of pain on his face. Lucy proceeded to get off the bike and retrieve a wad of cash from Alex, at which point she went inside, up to the front desk and paid for a room. She then came back outside and Alex fallowed her to the room, his backpack held in his right arm. Lucy led the way into the room. Alex went into the bathroom to take off his ruined jacket and examine his wound. Meanwhile Lucy had turned on a burner of the Inns pathetic excuse for a stove and went about trying to locate a metal object she could use to cauterize Alex' wound. “No worries you can be Romeo, though I must say you're not too poetic at the moment.” Lucy yelled into the Alex who was preoccupied examining his wound. “Well Miss Lucy, let me assure you that this wound and its pain looks and feels extremely poetic.” Alex replied with a clear strain in his voice. “Really?! Said Lucy as she popped her head into the bathroom. “Oh, ouch, in one side and out the other...” “Yeah I got lucky that it did not hit an artery.” Proclaimed Alex. “Yeah, and lucky that it went in one side and out the other.” Put in Lucy. “What the heck are ya talkin bout?! This hurts loads ya know.” Said Alex. “If it didn't we would have had to dig the bullet out.” Lucy said with a wink as she left the bathroom and signalled the shirtless Alex to fallow. Alex did fallow, and as he did so he was surprised to see what was left of the minibar out on the counter next to the stove burner upon which lay the Tokarev pistol, the handle over the main part of the burner. “I don't know what you are doing, but I really hope you took out the bullets.” Exclaimed Alex. Lucy confirmed that she did with a nod and pointed to the clip and a stray bullet further down the counter. She then signalled Alex to sit down on a chair next to the counter. “At this point, I am going to guess that you once studied as a nurse, or you're Victor Frankenstein's daughter.” Put in Alex as he watched Lucy pull the cap off of one of the tiny bottles of what looked to be bourbon. Lucy then proceeded to smile kindly at him as she sat down on his lap. Alex clenched his teeth and fists together as the pain of the alcohol over his wound wracked his body in a wave of pain. As Lucy did this, the look on her face was of genuine pity as she went for the second bottle and proceeded to pour that onto Alex' wound, then the last and third bottle. Alex was rasping heavily as though he were trying to gasp for air while being swallowed by pain. Just as he began to conquer the pain; it was then that Lucy, holding the barrel of the gun using two oven mitts lifted it from its place on the stove burner. It was this next step that pulled a yell from Alex' throat and caused his body to writhe in his seat. All said and done, Lucy placed the gun back onto the stove. The smell of burnt flesh replaced the fresh air, and remnants of burned flesh remained on the once rustic shine of the Tokarev pistol, and Alex now had a Soviet red star branded onto both sides of his upper arm. His body body still writhed a bit from the pain throbbing from his left arm. Lucy got up from his lap to get a cold wash cloth and apply it around the wound, however before she got a chance, Alex who was light headed from blood loss and delusional from pain staggered over towards the bed, collapsing just short of it. When he awoke he was covered in sweat and wearing nothing but a diaper. Lucy was next to him on the bed... Chapter 6 Lucy was wearing nothing more than her new dry diaper and her 'Very Sexy' purple bra. It took Alex a few moments to get his eyes in focus and when he did he was pleasantly surprised. The first thing he was Lucy's vibrant green eyes, his head no more than a foot away from hers. Despite the rest of her appearance, Alex could not pull his eyes away from hers, they were just so damn beautiful. Lucy was only half way wrapped in the beds respective blanket. Alex's focus was broken by Lucy's lips, they were moving and she was speaking. “How do you feel?” “You look like a goddess, wrapped in golden silk sheets, except the sheets aren't silk; probably cotton, and they aren't gold colored either, more like a faded brown. None the less, very attractive Miss Lucy.” “I think that the blood loss has gone to your head Romeo.” “Maybe.” “So how does that arm of yours feel.” “Well now that you've gone and broke the amazing concentration that I was dedicating to those eyes of yours, it hurts like crazy. A very harsh throbbin pain of sorts.” “I am sorry.” Lucy said, with a sense of true sincerity to her voice. “It was the only real option we had since going to a hospital seemed a bit out of the question.” “No worries, it was not so awful, what with you sitting on my lap at the time... That was nice.” Alex' face looked happy as he reminisced, before he was met once more with an overcoming blackness and passed out. It was a while until he once more woke up, his body taxed heavily and his mind thinking too much of Lucy. When Alex woke up again it was mid day . The clouds were cleared and the sun was shining, however, while this was all well and nice, the throbbing pain in his left arm seemed to catch his greater attention. After all, Lucy was no longer laying right next to him. Alex looked to his wound and was not surprised to see a formerly white wash cloth draped around his upper left arm. It had lost its pure white color to a yellowish red taint which had undoubtably come from the blood and puss exiting his wound. After removing the cloth it was clear to Alex that the bullet wound had been handled well and that it was now the serious burns on his arm that hindered him. Something nagged at the back of his mind that he could not quite place. After a few moments he realized, and questioned, where was Lucy? Considering the whole scheme of things, this was a worrisome thought. “Lucy?” Alex tried to yell out, only to find that his throat felt and sounded as though it had been torn to shreds. And Alex knew exactly how this came about, recalling when Lucy applied the extremely hot steel handle of the gun to his wound. The recollection of this caused a shiver to pass down his spine, as it was not a very pleasant thought to him. Quickly deciding that it was best to put it from his mind, he made another attempt to rasp out Lucy's name, yet this attempt was no better than the first. Seeds of terrible possibilities of what could have happened to Lucy began to take form in the back of his mind. These thoughts drove Alex from the bed with some heavy breathing, the pain in his Left arm help no priority in his mind when compared to the growing seeds of terrible explanations as to why Lucy was not in the room. A slight groan came from the edge of the other side of the bed. This spurred Alex into action, diving onto the bed to discover the sounds origin... Sure enough, it was Lucy, sleeping on the ground at the foot of the other side of the bed. One of Lucy' eyes drowsily opened seeing Alex' very relieved face, eliciting tired, but very serene looking smile on her face. “Go back to bed.” Lucy mumbled. “Nah, I'm done sleeping. The bed is all yours now.” Alex began, but seeing no real movement from Lucy he continued, “come on, the ground can't be that comfortable.” “When you're this tired, anything works.” Lucy returned in a monotone voice. “Then let it be the bed.” Alex finalized. “Fine.” Lucy grumbled back, as she rose up from her position on the ground and rolled onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately. Alex was very relieved to know that nothing had happened to Lucy, that she was well and sleeping peacefully on the bed. But the feeling of franticness that he felt when he thought her not there and the possibilities of what had happened to her were still recent in his mind and while that feeling and those thoughts were proven false this time, it was now very clear to Alex an to what the future could bring. It was thoughts like these that rang in his head over and over. After retrieving the gun from the kitchen and placing it down on a small table next to him, he took his place resolutely, sitting down in a nearby chair, watching over Lucy as she slept, in dire need of a good sleep. His right hand lightly touching the steel handle of the gun. She had taken care of Alex, and now it was his time. Alexandyre sat there, watching Lucy sleep and after two hours time, silently watched her awake. Her vibrant green eyes gazed at him and she uttered forth... “You look dangerous.” Lucy said with a smile on her face and in a clear sarcastic tone and then continued. “Sitting there in nothing but a diaper and with your right hand next to an empty gun.” Upon hearing the first bit about his current attire, Alex could not help but smile back with a chuckle. But the second half about the empty gun. That made him feel like a total idiot; how was he to protect her with an empty gun he thought to himself. How could he have been so ridiculous as to not check for bullets. Frustrated with himself, Alex got up from the chair to go retrieve the bullets; it was clear he was not all that pleased. But it was not clear to Lucy as to why. Worried that she had offended Alex, she fallowed up with a heart felt “Sorry, I didn't mean to say anything hurtful.” Hearing this Alex came back into the room, now with bullets in the gun with a smile on his face and sincerity in his eyes. “That was me being angry at my self, not you, or what you said.” “Why?” Lucy inquired. “Because I was watching over you for the past few hours with an empty gun within my reach and the full intention to use it on anyone who should want to hurt us. But that would not have gone over well with no fucking bullets.” Alex finished; clearly unhappy with himself. There was a short pause before Lucy walked forward, enveloping Alex in a hug and giving him a tight squeeze before backing off, looking him up and down and saying, “Lets get you changed out of that diaper.” “But I didn't even wet it.” Alex responded questioningly. “Maybe you didn't wet it per-say, but while asleep, you sweated up a storm.” Lucy returned with a smile on her face. Compared to earlier, his strength had gone a long way in returning to him and though still far from his norm, he knew that it would be enough to heft the gun in his good arm, as well as possibly drive the motorcycle. And given a need based situation Alex was confident that he could find it in him to even use his injured arm to its previous capability for a short while. However the problem before him was an odd one, for he never really knew how to change a diaper in the first place, and this was not a need based situation since he had the ever so beautiful Lucy in front of him to do it for him. Alex resigned himself to lying down on the bed carefully, “Only because I'm injured.” He muttered to Lucy. “Oh Alex, come on, even if you weren't you wouldn't have a snowballs chance in hell of doing it right.” coerced Lucy in her sweet voice. “True true.” Resounded Alex in return as Lucy set about readying another diaper. After Alex was changed Lucy took the liberty of leaning over Alex on the bed, checking his wound to see how it was coming along. Her chest right in front of his face, “I like this view.” Alex commented bluntly with a smile on his face. “I'll bet you do.” Lucy sweetly responded as she unwrapped the cloth from his arm, this of course meriting a cringe of pain from Alex. “Sorry.” She put in. “That's alright, how's it look?” Asked Alex. “Pretty good, though why don't you look for yourself?” Said Lucy “I'm preoccupied...” Said Alex off to the side, not diverting his eyes from the view in front of him. “You're the worst.” Lucy proclaimed as she got up from the bed with a smirk on her face. “Look at the wound.” She said at last. Alex craned his head and examined it, “ Ack! I've been branded a communist... Literally.” He chuckled at this for a moment or two while Lucy shook her head at him. “Seriously though, you really did a great job Lucy.” Said Alex, looking directly into her vibrant green eyes as he did so. With that Lucy leaned forward, and gave Alex a kiss on the cheek, before rolling over onto the other side of the bed and turning off the light. “We should try for a few more hours of sleep before we get going.” She said as she pulled the covers over her. “What about this wound, should I wrap it back up?” inquired Alex. “No, it needs to heal in out in the open now.” Replied Lucy. “Sure thing Nurse Lucy...” Alex paused before continuing, “that sounded perfectly kinky.” “Good night Alex.” Lucy said, sweetly emphasizing the 'Good night.' Chapter 7 Alexandyre woke up to a throbbing pain in his arm and an erratic clicking at the entrance door. It was clear that somebody wanted in and was currently picking the doors lock. Adrenaline pumped into Alex' veins as he reached over and picked up the gun in his injured left arm, ignoring the pain as he carefully rolled out of bed. Slowly and silently he padded across the room, placing himself against the wall near the door' hinges. His heart pounded with suspense. The lock on the door clicked out of place and the door handle slowly turned. The metal chain of the door latch slapped up against the hard wood door as it was drawn tight, keeping the door from opening more than a few inches. It was clear that whoever was on the other side of that door did not know that Alex was standing there, as the individuals hand crept through the opening seeking the head of the latch to pull it loose. In this moment, it was the thought of Lucy that spurred Alex into action. With all the speed that he could manage and all the power he could put into it, Alex raised his leg and threw his whole bodies force behind it as he slammed it into the door. There was a muffled crack that came from the mans arm fallowed by a stifled cry of pain from the other side of the door. Then there was a loud crack of another kind; a bullet fired off through the door and grazed the right side of Alex's torso, causing him to stumble back from the door in surprise. The mal-intented individual must have thought that his one shot had finished off his target, as he did not fallow up with another. But no, Alexandyre was far from dead or dying. He was surprised and had let off the door, but now had re situated himself up against the wall and was lifting the gun in his left hand. Lucy had been spurred awake when Alex smashed the mans arm. Her vibrant green eyes grew wide when she heard the gunshot and saw blood draw from Alex' side. And now she watched Alex, who had stumbled back a step or two after being shot and now positioned his body flat up against the wall before lifting his left arm, gun in hand and a grim look on his face. The first shot from his Tokarev was louder than she had suspected, causing her to jump with surprise. The recoil of the gun; the shock wave it sent through his arm and the resulting pain was well displayed on his face. Yet despite this pain, the first shot was fallowed by another and another and another after that; by the end a total of five shots had been fired through various areas of the door. Amidst the silence that fallowed Lucy and Alex could hear the abnormally heavy footsteps of the man making his way from their door into the parking lot. His pace was not consistent and clearly hinted at a severe injury. By this point the two of them had fully realized the gravity of their current situation and went straight into action gathering their things. It was a lucky thing that most of their stuff had never been unpacked in the first place and that which had to be packed could easily be thrown into bags. Lucy tossed over to Alex his pair of black suit pants and one of her plain white t-shirts. Alex made his best attempt at putting the pants on, but was having a great deal of trouble. His body was now wracked with adrenaline, yet had nothing to do with it but to reflect upon what had just happened. The result was that his hands were shaking a great deal, making it very difficult to button these pants of his. In frustration he let them drop to the ground as he put on the shirt Lucy had handed him. Lucy watched Alex as he pulled up the pants that she had handed him, noticing how heavily his hands were shaking. It was clear that he was trying to keep things together mentally, but frustrated. She couldn't help but really admire him for this attempt. After all, he was no super soldier or agent; just a nineteen year old doing his best. She truly liked that about him. She watched him let his pants drop to the ground in frustration and proceed to put on the white t-shirt that she had handed him. The shirt itself was a tight fit on him and did well to accent his semi masculine body. The crimson red of his wounded side invaded the pure white t-shirt immediately. Feeling sorry for Alex and realizing how much he was trying to keep it together, Lucy walked over to him, slowly bending over and grabbing his pants that he had let fall to the ground in frustration. She pulled them up over his diaper, zipping them up and then buttoning them. “Thank you.” Said Alex, glancing into Lucy' green, sympathetic eyes, with his own uneasily confident eyes. Lucy simply nodded in return with a smile on her face. With that they quickly picked up their bags and walked out the door at a fast pace into the parking lot. They tossed everything into the sidecar once they reached the bike. Sirens sounded in the distance and the two of them knew that they would be heading out with great speed. And thus they did, Lucy all the while holding one of the hotels wash cloths to this new would that Alex had incurred. They zoomed down the road with a great deal of speed, only stopping and slowing down when they must. Within about thirty minutes they finally came to a stop in a pharmacy parking lot, at which point Lucy quickly got off the bike and ran inside. Alex on the other hand, was doing his best to think of their next step. This proved extremely difficult for him, as he was now dealing with two painful injuries and a very suspenseful situation. Though even given the many barriers of thought, he finally managed to come to a conclusion. He would call his Russian friend, as this was the only person who could at least give him advice, while truly appreciating the gravity of their situation. Alex pulled out his suite jacket from one of the bags in the sidecar. No longer wet, the blood resembled a mud stain on the black jacket. He put on the jacket and with this conclusion in mind, Alex walked up to the nearby pay phone and dialed the personal number that he had been given. As he dialed the number, Alex could not help but find himself with an extreme affection for the word 'comrade' and how truly awesome it was. This was the thought that rolled through his mind as the phone rang. Finally someone on the other end picked up. There was silence, so Alex spoke first. “Comrade, it's me, the one who rides the Soviet motorcycle with the sidecar.” The voice on the other end of the line responded in a deep and heavy Russian accent. “Zdravstvuite tovarisch, I must say that I have been eager to find out how your adventure has been going.” “Well Comrade, it has been hard going.” Began Alex before continuing, but was interrupted. “Oh, I know. Have I told you, that I myself escaped Russia as a former KGB agent while the Soviet Union was still in power.” Started in the Russian voice. “No you did not.” Replied Alexandyre. “Well I did, and from what I know about your whereabouts, your attempt at escape truly reminds me of my own... Are you injured Comrade? You're breathing is heavy.” “Aye, been shot twice, both far from fatal but very painful. One in the arm and one in the side, but I managed and have made it thus far-” Alex tried to continue but was once more interupted. “Ha ha, you know I had been shot six times before I managed to make it to the US. I am sorry, but I can't help but reminisce, hearing of your adventure.” “About that, I was wondering if you had any advice for me. Maybe-” But Alex was again cut off. “I do Comrade. Get to the Malgrave main road and at the six mile marker keep an eye out for an off road trail, it should be accessible using your bike, and it will lead you to something of a safe house. A personal location of my own. You may use it, on the condition that you tell me all about your tale if you survive it comrade...” The Russian went on to talking about the layout of the location. Meanwhile, Lucy made her way out of the Pharmacy with basic medical supplies seeing Alex on the phone, she walked over to him, arriving near by as he hung up the phone. “Who were you talking to?” Asked Lucy sweetly. “His name is Mikail Molotov. He is the one whom I bought the bike from...” Alex said as they walked away from the store. He glanced at Lucy who was looking around them to check for any nearby listeners. “Well!?” Lucy questioned her eyes looking straight into Alex'. Now at the bike, Lucy placed the newly purchased supplies into the sidecar, then got on the bike, taking up the bloodied washcloth and once more applying it to the wound. Alex started up the bike and waited until they were on the road before filling the ever so curious Lucy on the details. “I called to ask for advice, which I got plenty of. Now Miss Lucy, how would you like to join me in staying at a lovely log cabin for a while?” Alex said back to Lucy with a smile. “I would love to stay in a lovely log cabin, but...” Lucy paused, then continued in a soft, yet serious, voice . “Alex, we need to treat that wound and we need to do it soon. A hotel might be our only choice depending on how far away this pending paradise is.” “What nonsense! I am simply letting the wound get some fresh air.” Alex proclaimed, a pained smile on his face. “To be honest Miss Lucy...” His voice turning serious, while still maintaining a smirk on his face. “I really think that this is our best and only option.” “But your wound-” Lucy put in, but was interrupted by Alex. “I'll manage; I have to... The hotels were never very safe. If we go to another one, we will be sitting ducks and I don't think we will be so lucky to escape with just one minor injury.” Alex finished, gesturing to his injured side as he did. “Where is this place?” Lucy inquired, her voice still containing a note or two of concern. “About a hundred and sixty miles from here. So at this speed I would say about two and a half hours.” Replied Alex. About an hour into the motorcycle ride, the day began its slow progress unto a dark night. After two, it was pitch black, with the heavily vacant road lit up only by the motorcycles light and on both sides of the road was heavy forestry. Soon the six mile marker was visible and Alex slowed down the motorcycle. With the two of them keeping an eye out they spotted what must have been the off road path to their destination. The motorcycle, built for the Russian Siberian, was certainly capable of riding down the path, but for a car it would have been a real challenge. After about an hour down this rough path and deep into the forest the safe house slowly came into view. The house its self could not quite be called a log cabin. Because while the side walls were comprised of very large and thick logs, the skeletal form of it was concrete. Even the slanted roof was of heavy stone tiles. In all the structure looked like it had stood for the past hundred years, yet still represented the stability of a very small fortress.... Chapter 8 The door of the domicile was heavy and vaultlike, with a steal keypad to gain entrance. They walked through the doorway, both of them looking for a light switch of some kind. Eventually Lucy found it and the lights came on. There was a clear contrast between the stronghold like features of the outside and the very upper crust, albeit somewhat dusty, features of the inside. After a bit of exploration of the house they could both conclude that it had a very warm feeling to it, which was of course bolstered after they had a fire started in the fireplace. The floor was of a dark wood, with the exception of a patch around the fireplace, which was stone. This fireplace was situated on the opposite end of the middle floor of the house, and in front of it was what they discovered to be a very comfortable couch. There were stairs that led downstairs to something of a supplies locker, which once more required the access key that his Russian friend had given him; it was the same as the front door. This was the case for all the steal keypads, which were situated on both sides of every door in the house. Inside the supplies locker was a great deal of weaponry, including ammo for his tokarev and a few kevlar vests, one light and two much heavier. From this area Alex took a desert eagle, ammo for his Tokarev, and the two heavier vests, one for him and one for his dear Miss Lucy. The second story of the safehouse was accessed by a spiral staircase and led to three separate rooms. One of these rooms was nothing more than a lounge room and provided access to a small balcony that jutted out of the front of the building. The other two were bedrooms. Altogether the only things that took away the warm feeling of the house were the windows that were all barred and the respective glass had wire running through it, as well as all the metal keypads to gain access throughout the house. Lucy and Alex, both very happy with their very nice vacation house, met up on the ever so comfortable couch in front of the lit fireplace. Lucy set about helping Alex get his shirt off so she could dress Alex' wound. “I'm not surprised that you are eager to get my shirt off.” He stated with an air of snooty arrogance and a joking smile on his face. Lucy could not help but sweetly smile in return. “You know, I think it is cute how for the whole ride, and even now, that you try to act all manly and sit up straight, even though this wounded side of yours must hurt a lot and I can't imagine sitting up straight helps much.” Lucy commented, maintaining her smile all the while. “Heh, you noticed... You're right, I want to hunch over and groan in pain over this wound, but you're here, so instead I will continue to take it like a man.” Alex finished, with a big smile on his face as he looked into Lucy' vibrant green eyes. There was a look of glee in her eyes as she set about wrapping a bandage around Alex' torso to cover the wound, making sure that when she was finished, it was nice and tight and would not come undone. “ I don't know what I would do without you.” Alex said. “Probably bleed to death.” Lucy replied. They both chuckled for a moment before Alex stood up from the couch and started walking over to the spiral staircase. “My dear Lucy, why don't you see what we have for us in the kitchen, while I am going to see if there is any clothing for me to snag of my Russian friends.” Twenty minutes later Alex came down from upstairs in a black pin-striped suit, looking like a real mobster, whereas Lucy had spent that time preparing for them a nice spaghetti dinner. The two of them sat down to dinner, drinks already poured and the meal ready to eat. Alex could not help but notice that to his direct right and Lucy' left, was a smaller table, with a small TV on it, which was turned on, but only displayed a black screen. Alex made an inquiring look to Lucy. “I tried to find a power button for it, but there is not one, so I just let it be.” Alex nodded, with a big smile on his face, glancing up into Lucy' eye before looking down at the meal before them. The two of them ate in silence, both feeling a very content peacefulness. After the meal they once more retired to the couch in front of the fire. All the curtains were drawn, as well as the front door locked and the two of them felt very secure and happy in each others arms on the couch, simply enjoying their being together. They sat together like that for nearly an hour before an awkward beep caused Alex to jump a bit with surprise and look behind him. One thing caught Alex' immediate attention. The small TV... It no longer showed blackness on the screen. It now displayed a parked car with one opened door, yet nobody inside. A shockwave of fear ran throughout his body as he quickly stood upright, waking up Lucy in the process. He put on the kevlar vest and grabbed his Tokarev before responding to Lucy' confused look. “Some one's here...” Alex said resolutely. It was in this moment that a realization rampaged through his mind mercilessly. Yes, the curtains were drawn and the windows were barred. And yes the entrance door was locked. BUT the balcony window was without bars or wires and the door to that room was not locked as he had opened it when he went in... While Alex stood there, Lucy put on her vest. Alex' eyes grew wide with this realization and he bolted up the spiral staircase with any and all speed that he could manage, Lucy fallowing up behind him. He ran to the door, opened it and ran into the room, gun in hand and ready to bring action to any invader. But the action was instead brought to him... Four bullets smashed through the glass balcony door and slammed into Alex' chest, stopping him dead in his tracks and causing him to drop his gun as he struggled to not lose his footing. He had lost his gun, Lucy was right behind him, and this dark silhouette was in front of him. Reacting in the moment Alex charged forward, using his left arm to hit the gun out of the way as he fallowed through with the rest of his body, slamming hard into the silhouette that now appeared to be a man. The force of the crash was intense and caused the mans body to hit the stone railing behind him hard. And now they grappled with one another. Alex using his left hand to try and keep this mans right gunhand away, and sent his right arm flying forward, hand balled into a fist, into this mans throat. The mans eyes grew wide as he sputtered for air. He responded quickly though, and with a great deal of force bashing Alex' injured injured right side with his left arm, causing Alex to become lost in the excruciating pain for a moment, which was all this man needed to break his gunhand free and bring the barrel of the gun pressed up against Alex' stomach. Quickly regaining the sense of the situation, it was clear to Alex that this was bad. If he took a shot at this range the armor probably wouldn't stop the bullet and if he was taken down now this man could hurt Lucy. Lucy had turned the corner and found herself in the doorway of the room watching Alex charge forward at a figure on the balcony outside after hearing four gunshots. She saw Alex nail him in the throat and then saw him get pounded in the side. Something terrible was about to happen and she was ten feet too far away to do anything to help. But Alex' next action was carried out with what seemed like the instinct and power of an animal not ready to resign. Alex, realizing his options, took action. Every muscle in his body rang with resolution as he bent his legs and brought his body up with all the force that could be managed, powering them both over the stone railing of the balcony. Seeing this, Lucy ran out of the room and down the staircase, making her way to the front door as fast as she could... The first to hit the concrete ground below was the intruder, slightly breaking Alex' fall. Alex had still hit the ground hard, and looked around, dazed, trying to gain his bearings. One of his eyes showed nothing more than a dark red, while the other seemed to work fine. He looked around taking note that the intruders body was not moving. He was about to make sure that the man was dead, but then saw the door of the safehouse open and Lucy appear in the door way. He staggered toward her and was only five feet away when gunshots sounded off behind him. One bullet thudded into the door frame, causing wood splinters to fly in all directions, the second bullet had hit Alex in the back near his right shoulder and caused him to stumble through the doorway. The third and last bullet before Lucy managed the door closed, hit Lucy in the stomach. Lucy had been shot in the stomach... The fact that she was wearing a heavy kevlar vest made no difference to Alex... That fucker had shot Miss Lucy! The fact that Alex himself was heavily injured, that his torso felt like it had been hit by a Mack truck, that his left arm burned with the pain of usage, that his head throbbed, that he could only see out of his right eye and altogether his whole body was wrought with the pain from the fall off the balcony; none of this mattered. The man outside had just shot Lucy... He would die... Alex staggered over to the fireplace, taking from the mantle above it the Blunderbuss that hung there for display. When Alex made it back to the door and swung it open, there was hell to pay. Before him stood the man, pointing his gun at Alex, but it was too late for him. Alex had already raised the his ancient hand cannon in his right arm and pulled the trigger. The sound of the Blunderbuss firing off was horrendously loud. In every sense of the word, this man who had shot Lucy, was dead. The spread-shot hit him and his body pitched back and hit the ground with a terrible force. The weapon fell from Alex' hand and his arm fell lifelessly to his side. The recoil of the gun had caused him to stumble back and also dislocated his right arm from his shoulder. With Lucy' help, Alex stood up straight once more, and then together they put the corpse back in his vehicle, and then drove it out back of the stronghold, out of site of any curious eyes. During all of this Alex could not help but be amazed at how strong Lucy was being. She was keeping it together better than he was. Once back inside Lucy helped Alex to the couch where he painfully laid while she made sure that ALL the doors were locked, including the one to the balcony... Lucy approached the couch with what was left of the basic medical supplies in hand. She stopped right in front of the couch where Alex lay, taking a moment to look him up and down. She had to blink back tears, her vibrant green eyes taking in the image of Alex laying there in extreme pain, his body having sustained terrible amounts of damage. “You know Miss Lucy... I don't know what I'd do without you.” He managed, his voice strained. Lucy bent over Alex, beginning to clean his head wound.... She responded sweetly with a smile on her face, “Probably bleed to death.” With that Alex passed out. When he woke up again, the first thing he felt was an amazing amount of pain in his right shoulder, and the first thing he heard was a loud 'POP!' sound, as Lucy had just popped his arm back into its shoulder socket. He could not help but let out a loud grown of pain. “I know, it hurts and I'm really sorry darling but we had to pop it back in soon.” Lucy said sweetly, her voice and eyes full of sympathy. Alex surveyed the rest of his body; it seemed that lucy had already taken the liberty of stripping him down to his underwear. His torso was heavily bruised from all the bullets the vest he was wearing had stopped. “Hurts? what are ye talkin about, I'll just get up and walk it off.” Alex blurted out making a real effort to get up... “Shit... I can't move... It hurts too much.” Hearing this Lucy could not help but burst out laughing. “Oh sure, make fun of the injured guy! While your at it why don't ya go to the local hospital and laugh at some poor kid with cancer.” Alex sputtered out. “Oh, i'm sowy Alex, I didn't mean to hurt your feewings.” Lucy said, her voice dripping with pity and a big joking smile on her face as she leaned closer to Alex. “Jesus women, you really know how to torture a a guy.” Alex said, his cheeks turning red. “I know.” Lucy responded with a big smile on her face. There was a short pause before Alex spoke again. “Umm, hey Lucy... I really have to use the pisser... But I can't move...” “I know, already prepared.” She said with a smile, pulling a diaper out of her bag. She then proceeded to pull off his underwear and diaper him. “Hey Lucy. How are you feeling after taking that bullet to the stomach.” Asked Alex with a real sense of concern in his voice. “It hurts, but not that bad, afterall, I was not shot nearly as close as you were.” Replied Lucy. “I am glad.” Said Alex. “You look tired Lucy... You should grab us a blanket and then fall asleep on this amazingly comfortable couch.” Lucy fell asleep first, whereas It took Alex a good two or three hours before his body finally shut down and went to sleep. But in the end they fell asleep together on that oh so comfortable couch, both extremely tired and in desperate need of sleep. Chapter 9 Lucy could tell that Alex' body was doing what it could with what little time it had thus far to recover. It had only been one day since they had been assaulted in their miniature stronghold and his breathing seemed to be becoming less eratic and heavy. Lucy had been awake since 8:00am in the morning and had been coaxing Alex on and off unto sleep after he would wake up in pain, coughing and sputtering. He would then fall asleep for two or three hours before it would happen again and Lucy would once more do her best to help him to sleep again. It was now 7:00 pm and she knew that his body would need food soon. Thus she began cooking some stew, which turned out to be beef stew. She figured that it would be the best thing that she could make for her healing Alex. When Alex woke up about an hour later, the smell was intoxicating. Something delicious was being made and despite all the pain that wracked his body, the pangs of hunger rang true. His eyes grew wide as his body creaked up into a sitting position, the pain latent and his body stiff. But none the less he was determined to make it to the table; his legs were, lucky for him, the only part of him that was not heavily injured. These were his thoughts as he tried to force himself up from the couch. Finally he managed his way up and teetered in an up right position for a few seconds before slowly making his painful way to the dinner table. Lucy heard a rasping noise behind her and turned around, seeing Alex making his way robotically to the table, his eyes showing a determination to make it. “My food is either that good, or you are that hungry.” Lucy commented with a smirk. Alex' face grimaced with pain as he took another step towards the table, only managing a rather vigorous nod in reply. At this Lucy could not help but chuckle as she filled two bowls with the beef stew. “So, which is it Lucy? Were you a world class chef, or a nurse?” Alex inquired,wincing a bit while attempting at a smile. “For someone who has spent the last ten hours groaning and moaning in a painful sleep, You sure seem happy.” Lucy put forth. “Why of course, I just spent the last ten hours dreaming of you... Hence the moaning and groaning.” Alex casually responded. At that Lucy almost choked on her food with a magnificent look of surprise on her face, which Alex could not help bursting out in laughter upon seeing. Lucy leered at Alex, A subtle smirk on her face. His face quickly cringed with the pain that his laughing had brought his chest. “You know, it's a good thing that you are injured because otherwise I would feel obligated to hurt you.” Lucy managed through her hidden smile. “Well if thats the case, then I should become injured more often, because you creep into my dirty mind just about every night Miss Lucy.” Alex proclaimed, barely managing it through bouts of laughter. With that Lucy' fortitude failed her and she too broke into laughter. Hers was a higher sweet pitch, while Alex' was more like a loud chuckle mixed with a cry of pain. “Actually to be honest Lucy. I don't think that I got more than about three hours of actual sleep during that time. In truth, it was the food that brought me to rise from that cursedly comfortable couch.“ Alex added in finally toning down. “Oh, I know, who do you think was coaxing the poor wittle Alex back to sleep when he would wake up every two hours.” Lucy jeered with a big smile on her face. Alex' cheeks burned slightly red, “Wow, just wow... Sparing me my pocketful of dignity I see.” “You know it!” Lucy chimed in, her face and vibrant green eyes beaming all the while. Alex finished up his bowl of stew quickly, as it was delicious and he was hungry. Lucy also finished her meal quickly and set about cleaning the dishes. As Lucy got up, Alex was a bit surprised to see her in a state very much like his own. In a shirt and diaper, except he was without the shirt. The two of them shared a very similar state of being as well, soaked. But at that moment they were both busy, as it was cold, thus Alex would start a fire in the fireplace. And they had just eaten and Lucy was doing the dishes. On his way to the fireplace Alex commented, “I would help with the dishes, If I thought that I would be of any help.” His voice slightly down trodden. Lucy did not respond immediately, she felt a little sorry for Alex; she knew this was all pretty harsh on him. “You can do the dishes tomorrow.” Lucy responded with a smile, finished with the dishes and walking over to the fireplace, where he was try to start a fire. It was slightly clear that in his injured state that it had turned out to be a greater challenge than he had expected. But giving up frustrated just was not Alex' way and he did light that fire what good. Taking a few steps back he slowly allowed his body to creep back into the comfort of the couch. At first he cringed with pain, then with a sigh of relief. Lucy came into the room with a board game in hand. the game of 'LIFE'... Alex could not help but chuckle at the simple sight of the game, “Ok, but I will have you know that in that game I always end up with five children living in a trailer park with a 25,000 dollar income. Needless to say, I have never won.” Alex finished with a slight smirk on his face. Lucy could not help but laugh at this as she set up the game. They then started the game. It was about a half hour through when Alex was already living in a trailer park with a 20,000 dollar income and they were both consumed with laughter as he received his fourth child. Suddenly Lucy stifled her laughter looking at Alex, who had a questioning look on his face. “You're leaking.” Lucy commented, barely managing to not laugh as she did. In this moment two things happened. Alex jumped up from the couch and in the process, stepped on a stray game piece, which led him to falling over the game as well as Lucy. “Are you ok?” Lucy asked through her bout of laughter down to Alex. “Well, I did just land on the entire game, as well as you, which makes this the very best ending to this game that i have ever experienced. Though I must say that the plastic pieces jabbing into me are really taking away from the moment.” Alex replied, his voice a bit gruff. Lucy helped him up off the game board and motioned for him to lay down on the couch. Lucy quickly changed Alex, then noticed that her own diaper was heavily saturated and really needed changing. She then came out of the bathroom with a fresh diaper on. “I think it is safe to say that I won that game.” Lucy jeered with a big smile. “Are you kidding I was just about to make a comeback!” Alex beamed in return. “Really, you sure?” Lucy inquired. “No, not even close... I had nothing.” Chuckled Alex in response. Lucy couldn't help but laugh at the fake look of sadness on his face. “Whats next, candy land?” Lucy put out smiling. “Oh god no, I hate plumpy!” Alex blurted out with a smile, clearly trying to look serious, but failing horribly. This time the game went very different, it had been an hour, with a great deal of laughing involved, and Alex was but a few squares from the finish. Lucy would have already won but got sent back to plumpy and lost her lead. It was now the last move that would determine it. “You have got to be kidding me! Back to the Purple Plum Candy of Doom!” Alex whined as he moved his piece back to plumpy. Lucy burst out laughing at his misfortune as she moved her piece to the finish line. She looked at Alex who was making the sourest face he could. This caused her to laugh even harder. “You really have the worst luck.” “I know!” Alex agreed, wearing his fake frown. “Poor me!” The two of them fell asleep with one another on the couch. The next day, when they woke up the day went by nicely, Now that they had played all the board games in the house they found themselves taxed for finding something entertaining to do, thus they started looking around the stronghold for something else. Between the two of them they finally found a gold-mine of entertainment. On the upper level of the house was not so much of a walk in closet, but more of a room that seemed to fulfill the function of a closet. The room had eight isles of clothing, compactly stored and fitting in two large chests at the opposite end of the room purely dedicated to socks, underwear and various styles of gloves. It was not even a lot of cheap clothing, but a bunch of fancy suits, which were of varying sizes and even more amazing dresses made of silk and fabrics of the like. The two of them spent a while trying on various types of clothing, before Alex finally spoke up. “This is wrong.” He said resolutely. “We have all this awesome clothing, yet nothing to do but look absolutely sexy in it.” “Somebody sounds humble.” Lucy commented with a smile. “There is no sounding humble when you look this good.” Responded Alex as he adjusted the collar of the black Zoot Suite that he was wearing. Once done checking out how he looked in the mirror, he turned his head to see Lucy and found himself looking at a representation of true beauty. Lucy was wearing a dark, deep green dress. The dress went down to mid-shin level with her right leg partially exposed by the dress' cut, which ran all the way to her upper thigh. The silk dress spared absolutely no detail, flowing about her body as though it were liquid. This of course meant that her diaper was pretty obvious; its lines pretty clear for anyone who looked. “I thought I looked good...” Alex commented, clearly entranced. He continued, “But you look... beyond amazing...” “This is my favorite too.” Lucy smiled at Alex. Alexandyre opened his mouth, about to comment more on Lucy's attire, but was interrupted by a ringing noise coming from downstairs. It sounded much like a telephone. Alex headed downstairs and sure enough there was a phone attached to the wall to the left of the fireplace that he had dismissed as an antique, and it was now ringing. Alex picked up the very large phone piece and put it up to his ear. A thick Russian accent sounded from the phone, “If this is not who I think it is, I have four men about to blow down the front door and execute you.” “But then you would not get to hear of my adventure.” Alex calmly responded. “Of course I had to make sure.” Spoke the Russian Mob boss. “Are there really four men outside?” inquired Alex. “No.” Responded Mikail. Alex laughed, “What would you have done if it were my killer who answered the phone?” “There is a brick of C4 inside the telephone.” Responded the Russian curtly. Alex became dead serious, no longer chuckling. The Mob boss continued on, “From your question I take it that you were visited by someone... But clearly survived.” “Yeah, a guy came around. I was wearing one of your heavier kevlar vests, was shot multiple times, but came out alive.” Alex started. “Haha! You must tell me this story in more detail comrade.” said the Russian voice. Alexandyre continued. “He tried getting in through the balcony, shot me a few times as I charged him, we struggled for a while until I pushed us both over the side. He hit the ground first, slightly breaking my fall. Getting up from the ground, I bolted for the front door, which Lucy had just opened, getting shot in the back, I stumbled through the doorway. In that moment, one of the bullets hit Lucy in the stomach. She was wearing a kevlar vest, but I went ballistic none the less and ended up using that weird gun above your fireplace to finish off the bastard.” “Ha ha ha! You used the blunderbuss! It actually fired!?” Mused the Boss loudly. “Yeah, that thing dislocated my right arm!” Alex responded. “I will send someone to take care of the body comrade. Your adventure entertains me greatly. But it will end soon if you do not leave that place.” The Russian voice sternly commented. He then continued “When you leave, which should be soon, it would be your best interest to stop by restaurant by the name of “Mikails,” It is very fancy restaurant, so you will want to wear appropriate clothing. Upstairs there is a great deal of clothing that I am sure would be found fitting for you and your women...” The Russian went on to detail the location of the restaurant to Alexandyre, who listened intently to the instructions provided. Lucy all the while had noticed her diaper to be in desperate need of changing, luckily the dress she was wearing made it extremely easy to change. When she finally came downstairs, she found Alex just hanging up the phone. “Lucy, you look so absolutely amazing; what do you say to some fancy dining?” Alex put forth, his voice a bit too serious to have been a simple inquiry about how they should spend the evening. Lucy's vibrant green eyes contained a hint of concern as she responded. “Sounds like a great idea Romeo.” Lucy stated with a smile as she turned around and began packing her things. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10 When it was finally time for them to leave, they had both already replaced their clothing with everything they could from the 'walk in closet,' which, while it was everything they could fit, was not even a small percent of the overall amount of clothing in the room. Well dressed, they hit the road in style. After about fifty or sixty miles Lucy put forth her question. “Just how far is this place?” “Well it's not close, about another hundred and fifty miles. Needless to say, we will be stopping to get gas, and to get refreshed, very soon.” Alex responded over his shoulder. “Lets make it this next exit, my diaper is not going to hold much more.” Lucy said into Alex' ear. In response Alex nodded his head, taking the bike onto the exit. Once on the road again it was many hours unto a magnificent sunset and was dark by the time they had arrived at the restaurant. The night sky was clear, and the moon full; as though it was staring at them. But it was not alone in its devoting its attention to these two. This was something Alex had noticed about thirty minutes before they arrived at the restaurant. As they got off the bike, he continued to notice as the car that had been behind them this whole time just happened to park a few spaces over. The look in Alex' eyes must have said it all, as Lucy matched his quick step as they made their way to the entrance, opening the doors where they were greeted by a suited liaison. This man, took a good look at the two of them before ushering them across the main room and to the furthest back table, as far away from all other guests as possible. He did this all without saying a word. “Apparently we were expected.” Alex said to Lucy with a smile as they seated themselves opposite of one another. “Very expected.” Lucy nodded in agreement, as a bottle of wine was set on the table. After setting down the bottle of wine, the waiter then turned to Alexandyre. “Sir, may I see the left breast pocket inside your jacket.” The man spoke with very watered down Russian accent. Not nearly as thick as their mutual friend. Alex complied and opened his jacket, at first thinking that he was being checked for a weapon, but then found himself corrected when he saw a patch with the Hammer and Sickle contained within a red star. At the tip of each point of the red star were numbers. The top one had the number 'two' fallowing it; the number 'one' was at the end of the remaining four tips. The very last detail on the patch was the letter 's' that was located between the handles of the Hammer and Sickle. With a confirming nod the waiter went on, “Of course comrade, we had to make sure... I am sure that you understand from the name of this Restaurant, you and I share a very important acquaintance.” “Yes we do.” Alex said with a smile, before continuing. “Before you even saw the badge you knew who we were?” “That is correct Comrade.” Responded the waiter. “May I ask how?” “We knew that you were coming. We knew that you would be appropriately dressed. And we knew that the girl wears diapers. Needless to say my dear, you are very beautiful, but that dress is not very good at keeping a secret.” Explained the waiter, his voice accommodating. He then continued, “Oh yes, Miss, should you need to use the facilities, let me know and I will make sure that they are empty for your privacy.” Lucy red in the face at his answer smiled at him and with a nod, “Thank you.” With that the waiter left the table. Lucy, still red in the face, shifted in her seat. She was certainly wet, but did not know how wet. Looking up she confirmed that nobody was watching, then proceeded to lift the front of her dress, trying to be as discrete as possible as she did so. She found herself very surprised; her diaper was extremely wet and looked as though it had already absorbed a lake or two. 'No wonder they were able to tell,' Lucy thought to herself. Despite her greater efforts at being discrete, it was pretty obvious to Alex, as he was sitting right across from her. With a warm smile on his face he looked into Lucy' vibrant green eyes, “I will let him know.” Alex said as he got up and walked over to the waiter. “May I ask your name comrade?” Started Alex. “My name is Demyan sir, how may I help you friend?” “Miss Lucy will be needing to use the facilities-” Alex began but was cut off by Demyan, who caught the attention of a nearby waiter and then said something in Russian to him. “It is done sir. I notice that you have no supplies, shall I retrieve them for you?” Demyan put forth. “I was just going to retrieve my bag from the bike.” Alex said, this time interrupted by a motion to pause from Demyan. “Sir, please allow me to get it for you.” He said his voice becoming very quiet as he continued. “Let us not risk your safety now that you have gotten here.” Realizing that this man was far more than just a friend of a friend, or a restaurant liaison, Alex looked him in the eyes and nodded in confirmation. “Very well comrade.” Alex returned as he made his way back to their table. Sitting down once more across from Lucy, Alex looked her in the eyes with a reassuring smile. “The facilities have been reserved for you, and our friend Demyan is getting our bag.” “Thanks darling.” Lucy chirped with a smile, as she picked up the menu' from the table, her eyes still on Alexandyre. Alexander smiled right back at her, “You called me “Darling,” does that by any chance mean that father time has given his consent?” Lucy couldn't help but almost laugh, her face beaming as she responded. “Yes, father time has given his consent. I am now your Juliet, and you, my Romeo.” Alex then began to chuckle. Lucy, confused just eyed Alex waiting for an explanation. After a few seconds he then explained, “For two people in a situation like ours. We are abnormally happy.” With a big smile he too opened his Menu. When he looked down he found that there was more to his than to Lucy'. Inside his menu was a rather large envelope. Just as he was about to open it, their bag was set down on the table by the waiter. “Comrade... Two men in a black car seemed overly interested in me... Or shall I say, me retrieving your bag. I heard them get out of their car. I believe that they will be joining us and that you should join Lucy in the facilities while we take care of them.” Said Demyan, his tone low and serious. Had this been anyone else, they probably would have argued to seem manly, or to save face in front of the big Russian guy. But Alexandyre had already been shot, threatened, shot, beaten, and then shot at again and again, and he had killed a guy. At this point he figured that getting shot at again was not going to build anymore character than it already had. With that in mind he nodded in consent to the Russian Waiter and the two of them made their way over to the women' bathroom that had been reserved for them. Upon entering Alex started, “My father used to say that you could tell how fancy a place was by the quality of their bathrooms... By those standards, I won't be surprised if a 2 oz. steak costs a few hundred bucks here.” “Well Romeo; not the most poetic of observations. I'll bet this place would put hospitals to shame in sanitation.” Lucy commented as she walked into the center of the rest room looking around. She had forgotten for a moment why they were in there, not noticing any difficulties walking that could be caused by her very thick and saturated diaper as she did so. However, this was momentary, as she was quickly reminded of the reason when she saw what was either a really nice padded changing table, or a rather high up large bench for extremely tall people to sit or lay on; in either case, it was no fold out piece of junk. Realizing once more that she desperately needed to change her diaper, she could not help but blush ever so slightly, what with Alex now being present. He of course noticed that she was a bit red in the cheeks and spoke up, assuming that she was slightly embarrassed by his presence. “If you would like Miss Lucy, I could wait in one of the stalls until you are done.” He said with a slight smile and understanding eyes. A big smile grew on Lucy' face in return and her vibrant green eyes glimmered. “Oh my dear Romeo, you misunderstand my blushing. I was just thinking that you should change me.” This time Alex' cheeks turned a slight shade of red, as he did his best to contain a smile within a smirk, which failed in his reply. “Oh my dear Juliet, you probably don't misunderstand my blushing; I would be very happy to.” He spoke as he walked over to her, pulling the supplies out of their bag while Lucy got up and lied down on padded white table. Lucy took a deep breath as Alex placed his hands on her legs and slid them up until the flowing red dress was above her waist so he could change her. When he removed her thick, wet, diaper; Lucy found that she had braced herself in vain, as this place did not assault her with cold air. A slight tingle traveled down her spine as Alex wiped her clean; gentle, yet thorough. When he was done, she lifted up her bottom and he slid a fresh diaper under her. He pulled front up, making sure that it was comfortable and snug as he taped the two sides of it. Despite it being very thick, when he was done, the diaper fit the contours of her body perfectly, as though to compliment her form. Lucy looked down smiling and seemed a little surprised. “For someone who has never really changed a diaper, you do an amazing job. I guess that's the difference when you get changed by somebody else.” Alex beamed back at Lucy, “I think that's the difference when you get changed by somebody else who really cares about you.” He said, gazing into her vibrant green eyes as she got off of the table; her red dress flowing once more over her legs. Lucy seemed like she was about to say something when a knock on the room door sounded. “Sorry to disturb, Demyan say all ok for you know.” Said the extremely thick Russian voice on the other side. “So much for poetry in the moment.” Alex stated with a slight smirk. Lucy just wore a big smile, her magical green eyes fallowing him as she walked past him to the door. Alex threw away the old diaper and taking a deep breath fallowed right behind her. “Now for that four hundred dollar steak.” He commented as the bathroom door closed behind them. They took their seats back at their table, both of them looking around for a sign of action, or any real disturbance for that matter, but neither saw anything out of the ordinary. Lucy looked back over to Alex, “You are right. It is funny; that we are so happy in a situation like this.” She said sweetly, then continued in a tone of curiosity, “Now what do you think is in that there envelope?” Alex reached for it and picked it up, but just as he was about to open it his attention was caught as Demyan appeared at their table. He himself looked slightly dishevelled, the vest of his outfit showing a few small crimson stains and a red dot on his right cheek right below the eye. “Sir, the... Disturbances have been taken care of. They were sent to kill you, of course.” The waiter said calmly. Alex' smile disappeared, his face becoming one of seriousness. “It's just a guess, but they probably aren't feeling too lively to finish their mission.” “That would seem to be the case Comrade.” Demyan replied, the very smallest of smirks breaking through his statue like straight face. “Demyan, I have a question or two I would like to ask.” Alex began, receiving a welcoming nod from the waiter. “Well first off my friend, you've got something right here.” He said, gesturing to the Russian the location of the red dot, which Demyan brushed with his fingers, looked at it, and smirked again. Alex continued, “Would you happen to know what is in this letter?” Lucy listened and watched, still with a slight smirk on her face. Demyan then began explaining. “Inside that envelope is a ticket to the best ship cruise we could find that will be sailing from here to the coast of Southern France.” Lucy' smile left her face. “Only one ticket?” She said, her voice containing a hint of concern. “That is right Miss; A single ticket for you. I will explain.” The waiter responded with a sigh before he went on. “Mikail has arranged for Lucy to take the ship, and for you Alexandyre, to go by air. Then you two will meet in Lorraine, Europe. This is by far the safest way for the both of you.” “Why can't we go together in the plane.” Lucy asked, sounding a bit desperate. “Sorry Miss, but its because it is not a plane and there are not enough seats.” The waiter responded pointedly and then continued. “I understand that this is not happy to you Miss, but this is the best way to ensure both your safeties.” Demyan went on explaining the finer details of their getting to Europe, that all their stuff would be loaded onto the ship with Lucy, that they would have escorts to their separate modes of transportation, and then finished off by telling them each others cell phone numbers and the exact building that they would finally rendezvous at. Both Lucy' and Alex' faces grimaced as they were each handed a cell phone. They both looked at their phones, which were identical and, while very fancy, seemed very durable. They then looked into each others eyes, staring at one another, their faces displaying a pained confidence, as they both understood that they would have to suffer being apart for this little while to ensure that their adventure together could continue. Demyan interrupted their gaze, picking up the two menus on the table and as a result received two questioning glances from Lucy and Alexandyre. “As you could probably tell from your being fallowed here; time is up. They have your trail and soon will realize that they have lost another two of their hired men. Aside from that, the ticket is for a ship that is leaving for Europe early tomorrow morning. Your escorts have arrived and the distances the two of you still need to go will take all night for them to drive; simply put, there is no time for food.” Slightly startled by this change of pace Alex spoke up trying to grasp for seconds more with Lucy, “Umm... Lucy and I will go get our stuff from the bike then.” “The bike and all the stuff with it has already been loaded by Lucy' escorts. As for you sir, it is best if you bring as little as possible.” Demyan said, once more very pointedly. Lucy and Alexandyre suspiciously glanced at one another. Seeing this Demyan spoke up once more. “There really is no time for this. When we were...” He paused, “interrogating the two men who fallowed you, we found them to be wearing wires. That means that somebody was listening nearby...” The waiter paused once more, taking a deep breath he was interrupted by the ring of a cell phone before he could say anything more to the two of them. It was the cell phone that Alexandyre had been given. Alex opened it and slowly brought it to his ear. A familiar thick Russian accent came through. “Have my friends yet to arrive Demyan?” Alex could not help but smile slightly as he heard Mikails voice. “Demyan has already given us the phones Comrade.” Alex pointed out. “Ah hah! Alexandyre, my friend, I am glad to hear your voice again.” Sounded the voice happily. “Is there any reason why you wouldn't have heard my voice again?” Alex asked, a bit confused. “I called the safe house before this... Unwelcome visitors answered the phone. It was... A blast.” The Mafia Boss replied, no longer sounding happy. “I am sorry that I have caused you so much trouble Comrade.” Alex put forth, his voice serious, and his body growing more tense with the situation. “Do not be. My friend, your Journey is something I have appreciated a great deal... You have the phone, so you must know the plan. Please accept this help and allow me the honer of playing a small part in your journey; allow me to watch over you both for this short while.” Said the thick Russian voice. His voice calm and peaceful. Alex bowed his head a little as he responded through the phone. “I am very grateful; you are a true Comrade.” With that he closed and pocketed the phone. Lucy' eyes looked intensely into Alexandyre'. “Lucy... I think you feel it too. The situation has caught up with us; it's getting ready to surround us. If we don't get out now, they will have us.” Alex said, his voice grim, his face solemn, but his eyes looking into Lucy' with the same intensity. “We will meet again in Lorraine... That sounds poetic in itself my dear Romeo.” Lucy responded with a smile, as she got up from the table, the bag in hand and ready to fallow Demyan to their escorts. Through the back door of the building they walked. “Please sir, we have no time left; not even for farewells.” Spoke Demyan as the three of them came to a halt. Before them were multiple vehicles with multiple escorts. Both Lucy, and Alexander knew that this would be a very long two weeks apart; two weeks being the time that Lucy's cruise ship would take. Lucy was walked over to a black sedan and ushered to get in, but before she did, one last gaze into her and Alexandyre's eyes was ventured. There, in that last gaze, they both found true meaning, for which they would even suffer being apart. With that Lucy got into the vehicle and the small convoy drove away. “May I ask why so many escorts accompany Lucy?” Asked Alex as he stood next to Demyan, both still unmoved. “I think that Mikail assumed that she is most important to you; that you care more for her life than your own.” Demyan replied calmly “Heh, Mikail is a great judge of character.” Alex finalized with a lamenting smile. Chapter 11 Demyan and Alexandyre continued to stand in place until the lights of the small convoy were lost to the distance and the darkness of the night. “We must move as fast as possible comrade.” Spoke Demyan resolutely, as he began swiftly towards the one vehicle that had not gone with the convoy escorting Lucy. Alex quickly fallowed suit and got into the passenger side of strange looking green jeep. Upon getting into the vehicle and hearing the sound of its powerful engines start, it was clear to Alex that this was Demyan vehicle. As they drove from away from the restaurant nothing but the sounds of the vehicle disturbed the overall silent atmosphere. After about an hour of driving up steep mountain roads Alex spoke up. “I have never seen a vehicle like this, may I ask what it is?” “UAZ 3907 Jaguar, from the last years of the Soviet era, it is an unstoppable jeep.” Demyan responded with seeming pride. “It certainly seems to live up to the unstoppable part; we are driving up these heavy slopes at amazing speeds...” Added in Alex, who all the while was fighting off the urge to ask where they were headed, knowing that it was probably a pointless question. The awkward silence that fallowed Alexandyres comment must have said it all, as after about ten minutes Demyan spoke up once more. “All I can tell you is that we are going where no other type of vehicle can.” He spoke, his eyes showing a calm excitement. The two of them drove for another good hour, their path constantly traveling further up the mountain until they finally slowed to a crawling speed and the wheels of the jeep scraped the pavement, shifting as Demyan turned the vehicle off the road and into a deep ditch. The heavy lurch surprised Alex a great deal, but not as much as the sheer power of the vehicle as Demyan shifted gears and the powered their way out of the ditch and onto heavily overgrown off road terrain. It was a good fifteen minutes before the jeeps headlights displayed what seemed to be a very well hidden dirt road. After leaving the main road and making their way into this heavy forest they continued battling uphill, their vehicle jolting and lurching as though it were fighting with the ground its self. After about two hours of this driving they met more civil terrain, almost that of a real road. “I now understand what you meant when you said “where no other type of vehicle can”” Said Alex to the calmly driving Demyan. “Well that is half of it comrade.” Replied Demyan with a small smirk. As the fallowing hour passed the vehicle bucked about as they continued up and started to see small patches of snow. By the time the hour had passed the patches of snow had become common place and the steep incline that they had been driving up seemed to level out ever so slightly. Suddenly the vehicle made another massive jolt and the ground became even. They had reached a plataeu of sorts, the thick trees and wild undergrowth began to thin out. Demyan slowed the vehicle down to a halt and the lights of the vehicle reflected off of the massive lake before them. The water calm and the night sky dark; were it not for the sound of the engine Alex was sure that it would be easy to become lost in the peacefulness of the atmosphere. Surprise struck Alexandyre as the vehicle began to move, slowly, forward once more. “Ah comrade, why are we driving towards the lake?” Alex asked Demyan, a hint of urgency in his voice. “Vehicle unstoppable...” Stated Demyan in return, as the car began to enter the water. Sure enough, to the smiling Alex' great relief, the strange jeep could swim. Alex could not help but let out a short chuckle. Their travels in the water was not with great speed but after a good half hour at what must have been about ten mph, the headlights unveiled a mass of land ahead of them. Alexandyre could not help but feel a great excitement within him, thinking to himself that there couldn't possibly be anything more awesome than climbing up the untamed side of a mountain in a ridiculously cool jeep finding a lake on a plateau of land, hidden by the forest of the mountain, and then driving in the awesome jeep across the lake to a mysterious island... This was all too much for him to contain as he just sat there trying to act calm, while clearly emanating awe and excitement. Finally he spoke up... “Demyan... This is way too cool...” His eyes still fixed on the island ahead... “I know comrade... I know...” Demyan relented with a smirk, his eyes also fixed on the island ahead. The Island came closer and closer, its shoreline bordered by a extended thicket of trees leaving only one small area clear and they were headed right towards it. There was a lurch as the wheals of the jeep caught the ground and they drove ashore and into the small cave-like opening among the thicket of trees. After ten minutes Demyan brought the vehicle to a stop. “This is it.” He stated, as he opened the door of the jeep and got out. The headlights stayed on for a few seconds after they had both exited the jeep; long enough for Alex to barely make out a very large mass in front of them. Once they had turned off he could not help but notice the star filled night sky, absolutely clear. This was the only sign to him that they were no longer in the thicket of trees, as everything but the sky above was now shrouded in absolute darkness. Demyan had left the jeep with a flashlight in hand and proceeded to disappear. Alex did not notice, he was too busy looking up at the sky, at the stars. Eventually the sky began to change colors and the stars started to fade as the sun began to rise and though still very dark, as time passed, the figure of Demyan became more visible. There was a building that he had gone into, the silhouette of the environment slowly revealing the surroundings. Alex could not help but jump ever so slightly as it all just lit up; Demyan had turned on the ground lights. Alexandyre stood in a state of shock and awe, his eyes wide and his mind doubting what they were seeing. He stood silent, unable to talk, too busy looking at the awesome aircraft before him. “Oh? Your face tells me you know this jet.” Commented Demyan with a smile as he approached Alexandyre holding two flight suits. “Mig 21.” Alex gasped out, still heavily astonished. “That is right my friend, now suit up. We must go while it is still slightly dark.” Said Demyan as he handed Alex one of the flight suits. Lucy' travels had been extremely uneventful, lacking all the great deals of conversation that Alex and Demyan had shared. For the entire duration she did not fall asleep. She did not talk. For the most part all she did was think of Alexander, which brought a smile to her face. Other than that for short moments throughout the trip she found herself very thankful of the amazing capacity of the diaper she was currently wearing. This type that they had bought seemed more bulky and thick than the ones she had been wearing before. They were harder to hide normally and impossible to hide in what she was currently wearing. However regardless of these thoughts, this long trip had brought her to like them a lot. She thought her diaper was saturated just a few hours into the trip. But time and time again she was very grateful that it seemed to absorb all she threw at it, only growing bigger and bigger. In the last hour before her convoy arrived at the port she did find herself reluctantly thinking about the fact the walking in it could be slightly embarrassing and possibly difficult due to how saturated it had become. Once they arrived and she was escorted to the ships boarding station, she was relieved to see that it was so early in the morning and that there were almost no other people around. As she walked she could definitely tell that she needed a change. She had to make a conscious effort to walk normally and keep her legs together so as to not waddle, which she succeeded in doing for the most part, only gaining a few odd glances from rare person present as she boarded the ship. She was escorted by the ships captain. He was a bear of a man, standing at about six and a half feet tall with red hair and a Scottish accent. In the twenty minutes that it took for him to get her to her room he had introduced himself telling her that his name was Cory and that the room that she would be staying in is the finest his ship had to offer. “Well my beautiful lass, this ere' your room.” He said with a small bow; it was obvious to Lucy that he was making a great effort to speak clearly through his heavy Scottish accent. Lucy smiled with appreciation for his clear efforts to be polite and gentlemanly; him being a something of a giant, it seemed slightly out of place. “Thank you very much Cory.” Lucy returned sweetly as she opened the door. “Er miss, will ye be expecting any guests?” The Captain asked politely. “No welcome ones.” Lucy responded with a more diminished smile, her voice still sweet. “I see. I will see to it that you are not disturbed, so dun ye worry.” Stated Cory seriously as he turned to leave, shutting the door behind him. Lucy was surprised to find all her luggage already in the room. Though she was surprised a great deal more by the room itself. With very large closets, kitchen, bathroom, and bed, the room looked as though it was literally meant for a queen. For Lucy, this place redefined what she thought luxury to be. On the door of the closet near her bed there was a note: Dearest of Customers, We were notified of your needs and have made sure to provide you with the best quality of supplies known to us for your needs. We deeply apologize if any desired product has not been provided. If this is the case please let us know so that we may procure it for you. We wish that everything is pleasing to you and hope that if anything is not, that we hear from you. Sincerely, Cruise Elite Private Services. Inside the massive closet she found four small isle' of different types of diapers, enough of each to last her the entire voyage. Upon seeing this her attention was quickly drawn to the one she was wearing. She brought her hand down and felt the front of it, amazed that it had gotten so big and held so much. When Lucy walked across the huge room, she did so with a slight waddle, with nobody to worry might see her she did not bother to make the effort to walk normal. As she walked she couldn't help but notice how weird it felt, but on some level good; the soft, warm, heavily flooded and extremely thick diaper pressing with every step. Lucy disregarded it, thinking that it's probably how it felt to wear really comfortable panties, although, of course, she could not even remember the feeling of underwear against her skin. Once at the door she was pleased to see that there were four heavy locks on it, all of which she locked. Then she went back to the closet and looked through all the different diapers until she found the same kind as the one she was wearing at that moment. “Abena X Plus.” She read out loud to herself, as she walked across the room to the royal bathroom to take a shower. Both suited up and ready for flight, Alex was the first in, sitting down in the back seat of the Mig 21. He was still getting the passed the shock of seeing this jet up close and had yet to move on to processing that he was sitting in one, when Demyan shut off the surrounding lights and got into the front seat of the aircraft, closing the hatch once fully secured. “Make sure that you are secured comrade; this is the king of Mig 21's... All of them.” Said Demyan through their helmets voice system. Finally coming to his senses Alex took a few deep breaths before proposing a question he felt important. “Uh, Demyan, when we are seen in US airspace, and they send their f-16's and f-22 what will we do?” He asked, his voice level, but certainly hinting at nervousness. “Well if that happened then we would try to avoid conflict... If that fails,then... Conflict.” Demyan said trying to sound logical. “Is there any reason why that would not happen?” Asked Alex, still with a hint of worry in his tone. “Because Mig 21s are almost fifty years old and are now being bought and sold to flight enthusiasts, and this one is registered as tourist transport. They will ask for our identification and I will give it to them. Once they know, so will the Corporation. Really my friend our biggest worry is once we have left the US. But even then comrade, we have the KING of Mig's!” Replied Demyan, sounding increasingly pleased with his words towards the end. “As a matter of curiosity, what makes it the KING?” Alex put forth, now sounding curious. “It has never been beat!” Said back, his voice cheerful and proud. “Has it ever fought?” Asked Alex “No.” Demyan replied, still cheery not having got the point his passenger was trying to make. CHAPTER 12 Demyan and Alexandyre had lifted off. They were soaring in the sky and not more than ten minutes in had the aircraft been asked to identify itself. After cooperating and informing the US airspace of our flight id, it was a relatively smooth flight. Alex could not tell how long it had been, heavily distracted by experience of it all, before Demyan shouted back that they would be leaving United States airspace within ten minutes time. With that, Alexandyre felt the need to speak up. “Demyan; while never being beaten is certainly a good reason for being the king of MiGs, is there anything else you could tell me about it to ease my mind.” Alex put forth. “It is stronger and faster...” Demyan paused, taking a deep breath; then continued. “It has more powerful, Tumansky R-15BD-300 engine from MiG-25 Foxbat, which was specially constructed with titanium, so it much lighter and more durable... To fit the engine, this MiG was scaled up 15% in its total size when built. Much of the aircraft structural frame is titanium, as are the front surfaces of its wings and the other areas that will suffer most from high speed friction. Because of all the titanium used, the weight of the engine and aircraft is much lighter and far more durable. Due to the loss in weight, it can carry multiple times the fuel that it could before, so we won't have to refuel...” Demyan paused again to take another deep breath and was about to continue on, but was stopped by Alex' voice. “Ah, I think I get why it is King.” Said Alexandyre, his tone full of uneasy praise. “Yes, the King of MiGs.” Demyan voiced resolutely and with great pride. In the silence that followed Alex gazed at a reflection in the cockpit enclosure. The reflection was of the front area and showed of Demyan and the many controls in front of him. Alexandyres attention was caught by the control panel; some of it the original ancient dials of a normal MiG 21, but also among them some that looked far different and less rustic. Unfortunately the detail of the reflection left a lot to be desired. Alex then wanted to ask Demyan to tell more about this jet, but decided against it as he heard Demyan begin to say something. The Russian accent of the Pilot then came through the intercom of the helmets. “We have now left US airspace my friend...” Lucy had taken a very long shower, trying to ensure that she use all that her rooms regal facilities had to offer. Once done she got out and put on the fresh diaper that she had gotten from the closet. It was the same as what she had worn for the past few days, yet even still she was very surprised at how thick it felt while still dry. Lucy knew that it would be hard to conceal and as she left the bathroom, thought of what she should wear. With that thought in mind she found her bag of clothing and started to look through her options. Not wanting to draw much attention, the clothing she decided upon was a nice flowing white skirt that reached just past her knees, and a plain white long sleeve shirt. Looking in the mirror it was clear that if someone tried hard they would probably be able to tell that she was wearing a diaper, but seeing as she had dressed to avoid drawing attention she was pretty pleased with her outfit. Lucy had been distracted by everything so much that it was only then that she realized that the ship was moving. Slipping on some black sandals Lucy was about to leave her room to go on deck, when she remembered Alexanders bag. There was no doubt in her mind that leaving it in the room was out of the question. She picked up the black backpack and slung it over one of her shoulders, resolved that she would not let it out of her sight during her voyage. Lucy left her room, locking the door behind her and fallowed the arrows on the wall to the main deck. Upon exiting onto the deck and looking around, she saw that they must have been underway for a while, as she could not even see the mainland anymore. Pangs of hunger led her to a cluster of fancy tables where she took a seat and was soon approached by a waiter. She ordered a glass of white wine and the Filet Mignon. After the waiter had left she opened up the backpack to withdraw some money. When she did so, she saw that right next to the metal box that contained the money, was Alexandyres gun. Seeing it did something to snap her back into the rhythm of things; back to the very real seriousness of the situation. With that she quickly withdrew a few hundred dollars and placed them in the front pocket of the backpack, where she could access it for her casual spending. She made sure that she zipped up the entire thing before placing it between her legs, waiting for her food. Lucy thought of Alex. Now that the sun had risen and the day begun, she wondered what he was doing. Was he already in the sky? If so how far along was he? Or had he not been so lucky as to get away as herself? She was then interrupted, and happy to have been, as she did not want to think about such questions, especially the last one. It was a man in a black suite with a friendly smile. Realizing that she had not heard him he repeated his words. “May I join you miss?” He asked his voice deep and smooth. Lucy returned to the man a hesitant nod. Seeing this he spoke up as he sat down, “Nothing to be afraid of, I am not going to hurt you.” He said with the same friendly smile. His words had done anything but calm her nerves. It seemed like an odd thing to say, 'I am not going to hurt you.' In the few seconds after the man had spoken, tension grew; only broken by the waiters arrival with Lucy' order. The waiter promptly left with a polite bow leaving Lucy and this man with a friendly smile alone once more. Not a fan of uncomfortable conversation, Lucy spoke up. “That is a strange thing to say. 'That you aren't going to hurt me.'” She said, her voice polite, but full of a subtle strength. She took a sip of her wine, but did not take her eyes off of the man, waiting for him to respond. He had not taken his eyes off of her either as he spoke. “I would not think it a strange thing to you. In fact I think it would be something you would expect to hear... Miss Lucy.” His calm tone had not changed, nor had his friendly smile. Lucy' eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she was about to speak up, but was cut off by the man as he spoke again. “I did, however mean it. I am not here to hurt you.” He said, still maintaining his kindly expression. Silence fallowed his words, as he calmly looked at Lucy, who took another sip of her wine and then waved over the waiter. She asked the waiter to bring the bottle and another glass. Moments of silence later, the bottle of champagne and the spare glass arrived, whereupon Lucy paid for her meal and the wine. The waiter left with a gentlemanly bow and a big smile on his face, no doubt the result of the large tip that she had given him. Lucy turned back to face the man slowly, her expression blank. “I do not know how this goes. You smile nicely and tell me that you don't mean harm. So...Are you here for pleasant conversation?” Lucy spoke, her face blank, yet strong. “I came to tell you to move on... Now... Up there -” The man spoke, making a small motion towards the sky. He was about to continue speaking but Lucy did not give him the chance. He had spoken the few words that could have caused her facade to crack. She snapped and before the man could utter anymore words she had already grabbed her wine glass by the base and smashed the top against this mans forehead. She then immediately grabbed the backpack and walked steadily from the table; not too fast, nor too slow, and not looking back, all the way to the door of her room. Alexandyre and Demyan had been flying for about ten minutes before they picked up other aircraft on the radar. “Heh, comrade looks like we have our first opponent.” Said Demyan through the headset. “I don't see him...” Returned Alex, looking out the cockpit window. “You won't see him for a while. King of MiG's has very good radar... You will see him on our right.” Spoke Demyan proudly. It was another minute before Demyans prediction came true and a Eurofighter Typhoon broke through the mist of the clouds and appeared far off to the right. Alexandyres eyes grew wide upon seeing this. “Demyan, that jet is-” Started Alex, but was then interrupted by Demyan. “It is slow!” Said Demyan loudly over the intercom, as the engines of their MiG roared louder and the Eurofighter dropped back out of sight. Demyans voice sounded once more. “Now the fun begins comrade!” Laughed the pilot. A display in front of Alex turned on; it was a secondary display of the main radar. From here he could see that their opponent was now behind them and was failing to close the distance. Alex could not help but smile thinking about the King of MiGs. The smile was short lived though, as two more aircraft came onto the radar and were coming at them from the front. Demyan reacted quickly, engaging the thrust of the engine more and pulling their jet to a vertical climb. Seeing that the Eurofighter Typhoon had fallen back enough in distance. Demyan then preformed an inverted flip and barreled down in the direction of the Eurofighter, firing off two R-73 Missiles instantly. The Typhoons pilot reacted on a dime, barely avoiding the first missile. But the skillfully fired second missile clipped the Eurofighters wing as it tried to roll off too the right. With that Demyan pulled back into the direction that they were going before, maintaining a steady climb to regain any altitude lost in the short dip down on the Typhoon. Alex' heart pounded and his eyes were locked wide open. He was having trouble trying to comprehend what had just happened. In a vertical climb Demyan had flipped around and fired off the missiles, his actions flawless. Alexandyres time for astonishment was cut short though. The other two aircraft would be right in front of them in moments. The sky was clear at this high altitude and the two aircraft finally came into view. By this point Demyan was barrelling the King in a left to right sway, trying to avoid getting locked onto. Alex was finding it hard to make out anything clearly at this point. Demyan fired off four missiles; both opposing jets maneuvered to avoid, one to the right and the other barrelling to the left. The one to the right was unlucky, as all four missiles had been aimed for it... Before it blew up Alex recognized it to be a F-16 Falcon... A very dead F-16. As though Demyan had known the outcome from the moment he fired he turned to parallel the aircraft that had turned left; blaring bullets off at it as he did so. This opponent was an F/A-18 Hornet. The Hornet pulled on a hard break to the right with amazing agility. Instead of continuing to fallow it, Demyan pulled the King into a heavy vertical climb. “Now my friend it is time for us to show them how fast the King of MiGs is.” Yelled Demyan happily over the intercom. Speeding up too Mach 2.8 the King of MiGs had no problem losing the F/A-18 in the dust... Upon arriving back at her room, it was clear to Lucy that there were already visitors. She unzipped the backpack and pulled out the gun inside. She opened the door, gun first, stepping into the room. There stood three men, all dressed similarly to the one she had pummeled with the wine glass. Her gun was instinctively pointed at the one in the middle. The man to the right was lounging on her bed. The one in the middle stood in the center of the room with his left arm reaching for the gun at his side, and his right hand holding one of her diapers. The one on the far left stood, his gun pointed at Lucy. “Well boys, looks like she got the drop on us... Not something we would have expected from someone who can't control her piss...” Spoke the middle one, dropping the diaper on the floor and slowly pulling out his gun. “Stop!” Yelled Lucy, seeing this. Her eyes were strong and her gun hand did not shake. Sure enough the middle man stopped dead still. “We have the drop on you Missy... Put down your weapon.” Said the one standing to the left. The one on the right didn't move; he just continued to lounge on the bed with a smile. “Come now Missy, drop the gun so we can talk like civil people.” Said the middle man, sounding surprisingly calm. Lucy made no movement. She was not about to resign. Her posture, her face, and above all, her eyes made it very clear that she was ready to pull the trigger time and time again... Her three opponents stood still, seeing very clearly, the situation at hand. For the next few moments nobody moved; death was in the air and nobody wanted to be subject to it, so they stood there. The silence was then finally broke by a click noise from behind Lucy. Against her back she felt the barrel of a gun and over her left shoulder saw an arm reach forward from behind her. She was relieved of her gun by the person behind her, who then stepped forward and showed himself to be the man she had hit with the wine glass. “She has told us what we needed to know.” Said the man, bleeding from the forehead where she had nailed him with the glass. “He is in the air.” Upon hearing this a combination of pain and joy hit Lucy. This mans words meant that Alex was still alive... But it also meant that she had given up the information they were seeking through her reaction... They did not know for sure if he was flying or if he was also on this boat... But now because of her, they did... She wanted to claw at her heart as it strained under the pressure of this realization. Upon her disarmament, all of the men in suits put away their weapons, with the exception of the man in the middle, who drew his and pointed it at Lucy. The man to the left of him pulled out his phone and made a call. “Send up the Raptor. It has been confirmed, he's in the sky.” He said, then hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. The tables were now turned and Lucy now weaponless and with a gun pointed at her. “She has told us what we needed to know” Said the bleeding man next to Lucy. “Yes, but she went and hurt you boss... Besides, a great body like hers, even if she wets herself, we could have a bit o fun with that.” Said the middle man with the gun pointed at her, a big smile on his face. Lucy moved herself up against the wall to her right, a glare in her eyes. “Well I do like a girl with a bit of fight in her.” Spoke the middle man again, still wearing a greedy smirk on his face. In that instant there was a huge crashing sound from the room entrance. Like a cannon ball peeling its way through the side of a wooden ship, the door splintered off of its hinges and door frame. Through the entrance came a huge Scottish beast, wielding in one hand the mass of deformed wood that was the door as he tore forward. With his empty left arm he sent the bleeding man next to Lucy flying into the left wall. Pulling the rest of his body forward with another heavy step forward. “How bout a man with a lot o fight in him!?” Yelled Cory, his muscles contorting as he brought the door hurling forward from his right arm towards the middle guy. The man got two shots off before the top of the door smashed into his ribs, hurling his body into the diaper closet behind him. The man to the left of him tried to draw his gun, but before even clearing his holster, the Captain was upon him, sending his right arm into the man side, causing his body to taco from the force, and then grabbing him by the neck with his left, he held the man dangling in the air as though he were a doll. Next to move was the one lounging on Lucy' bed, pulling his gun out, he managed to get off one shot before Cory hurled the body of the man he had by the neck at the man on the bed. The two collided with a thud that left them both pitching back and onto the ground next to the bed. The only one left showing signs of life was the first one Cory had hit; the one that Lucy had nailed with the wine glass. He went for his gun, but upon grasping it, was pistol whipped by Lucy who had retrieved her gun from the floor while all the others were getting handled; the man slumped forward, unconscious. Lucy looked to Captain Cory, who was bleeding from a wound in the left side of his torso and from just above his right eye, where the bullet must have ricocheted off. He turned to her, “Are ye ok there Miss Lucy?” Spoke the thick Scottish accent. “Yes... Thank you Captain.” Said Lucy, her voice wavering and her hands now shaking from the adrenaline. “No no Missy. Call me Cory. After we wollip a few gents together, it's ok fer us te be callin by first names.” Spoke the Scottish bear of a man. “Well then Cory, you may call me Lucy.” Responded Lucy with a uneasy smile on her face. Cory chuckled at this. Lucy then went around, relieving all these men of the weapons, at which point the Captain picked them up and tossed them into a pile in the large tub of the bathroom; shutting the door behind him. Lucy jumped in surprise as she heard at least twelve shots resound. Moments later Cory came out of the bathroom with a grim look on his face. Lucy peered in, but the tub had its curtain drawn around it. “Are you ok?” Lucy voiced, her tone full of concern for Cory. “Aye, to be sure. My head aches a bit, but those potato guns ain't goin ta kill me.” He said with a smirk. Lucy just looked at him for a moment, her eyes of a sweet concern. “Now Lucy, I don't want ye to be goin an worrying bout this. Here's the key to another room down the hall. It will be just as nice, and in the next twenty minutes will be ready same as this one.” Spoke the heavy accent of the Captain, doing his best to look reassuring. Upon hearing this Lucy took note of the warmth she felt between her legs. She could tell right away that her diaper was extremely wet. She could feel her cheeks blush as she stood there. Seeing this the Captain took his leave. “Well then my dear, I shall go 'ave em get the room ready.” Said Cory with a polite nod as he left the room. The King of MiGs lost the F/A-18 with ease, its high speeds untouchable by the modern jet fighter. After about twenty minutes Demyan slowed the MiG down from Mach 2.8 to Mach 2.0, not wanting to stress the engine too much. “This really is the King of MiGs.” Spoke Alex with a big smile on his face. He felt like they should laugh at it all. They had bested far more modern and advanced aircraft with an ancient MiG 21. Even its engine, though from a MiG 25, was ancient compared to the aircraft they had just given the slip too. The only thing that Alexandyre didn't know to be factually a relic, was the mysterious radar that the aircraft seemed to boast. “Yes comrade, It is!” Replied Demyan, his voice of joyful pride. They both chuckled for a while, this was one hell of an ordeal that they had just been through. “Demyan, just feel like I should let you know. You are better than any pilot I have ever heard of... And I watch a lot of Discovery Channel and History Channel.” Alex commented, still with a big smile on his face. “What is this 'Discover channel and History Channel' you speak of?” Responded Demyan, sounding upbeat, but a bit confused. “I am just saying comrade, that it would not be the King without you!” Said Alexandyre happily. “Ooh, Thank yo-” Demyan started, but was cut off as his attention suddenly diverted. Reacting immediately, he pulled the aircraft up diagonally. In that moment an aircraft popped up on the radar extremely close, having gone undetected until that moment. “Demyan! It's right on top of us!” Shouted Alex through the intercom. “Yes yes!” Responded Demyan as he spun the aircraft around, cutting over to the left. In that moment the aircraft on radar flew parallel to them. Looking across Alex saw an awful thing. The opposing aircraft was an F-22 Raptor. 'Well that explains how our radar had trouble detecting it.' Alex thought to himself. Demyan did not waste time, immediately engaging the full thrust of the engines he catapulted the King into the sky above their opponent. They were gaining speed and altitude fast. The F-22 held fast right on their tale and soon a loud beeping noise sounded in the cockpit of the MiG. Missiles were coming their way. In a momentary effort Demyan barrelled to the left to try and shake them. Once that failed it was clear that they were heat seeking. The beeping grew faster. In the reflection Alex could see Demyan in the front part of the cockpit. His hands moved around like he were playing a masterpiece on a piano. Suddenly a bright flash appeared for a split second in the corner of Alex's eyes, milliseconds later it was fallowed by a loud explosion. It was clear that Demyan must have used flares to divert the missiles. The roar of the engines grew louder as they continued to push them to the limit for acceleration. Demyan rolled the King maniacally to the left and then to the right. Pulling the most unbelievable twists and turns; maneuvers that only ever found themselves in fictional theory' until preformed by the King of MiGs. The F-22s, being the most advanced of modern aircraft was able to keep to the steps and was not shaken. Though the MiGs flight was impressive by all standards, the beeping sound resounded in its cockpit again. Once more Demyan was able to release flares at the exact moment to avoid the missiles. The MiG pilot was doing everything he could without sacrificing the aircraft's acceleration. Hitting Mach 2.5 the F-22 was starting to have trouble keeping up, though still managing to stay on their tale. In that moment not only did the beeping resound in the cockpit again, but the rapid firing of their opponents front guns could be heard. Demyan rolled the aircraft, rocking it side to side, something that at such high speeds could certainly not be done by any lesser of a pilot. Between the extreme skill with which the King of MiGs was being handled and the very small size of the MiG 21, they were managing to evade the gunfire of the Raptor. The beeping in the cockpit grew more frantic. In the reflection of the cockpit window Alex could see Demyan; his arm and hands moving lightning fast, yet with extreme precision hitting various controls, like he were some sort of Rocket-Surgeon. The flares blared off, this time one set after another, after another. The fallowing sounds were that of a cacophony of explosions. Alexandyre could not help but be awestruck... Demyan managed to release each set of flares at the proper split second and he somehow know how many to release. They had lasted long enough and now the speed of the MiG-21 was one that even the F-22 could not follow. The F-22 fell off their radar, as they tore through the sky at Mach 3.0. After five minutes they slowed down to Mach 2.8 and stayed there for the next ten minutes, then slowing down to Mach 2.5, which is still slightly faster than the capabilities of the F-22 Raptor. Once cruising at a constant of Mach 2.5 Alex broke the silence. “How did you know? How could you have known how many missiles were coming at us and how many flares to release!?” He asked, his voice making it clear that he was even still, absolutely awestruck. “At that speed, it was his last chance to get us. So he launched everything he had, and I launched everything we had.” Spoke Demyan with a chuckle. Alex sat there absolutely amazed. “So they gave it their all, and we gave it ours, and we won out?” Alexandyre asked, utterly astonished. “King of MiGs comrade... King of MiGs...” Replied Demyan with a calm confidence. “Yeah... Damn straight....” Murmured Alex, still in a state of disbelief. They continued their flight for another thirty minutes before Demyan yelled out that they would soon be touching down at their destination. Chapter 13 Lucy could tell with every step that she desperately needed to change into a fresh diaper. She took two of the guns that she had taken from her attackers and placed them in the backpack, where she then placed Alexandyres gun. Realizing that the room looked suspicious in every sense of the word, Lucy gathered up all her things as fast as possible. As she hoisted her things to her new room, she felt the odd feeling of the nearly saturated diaper rubbing up against her. Though certainly a bit annoying while she was condemned to walking slowly, weighed down by all her stuff, she could not help but notice a very faint feeling of pleasure. At the moment however, she was feeling exhausted from the intensity of the ordeal she had just walked out of, and that overshadowed everything else. She was almost to her new room when she saw its door open. For a split second she felt her heart skip a beat from the surprise. Then out of the room came a very young girl in a maid outfit. With a very cute smile the girl quickly rushed forward to help with the bags Lucy was carrying. Once all her luggage was in the room Lucy turned to the Maid to thank her and give her a tip, but upon seeing money the Maid spoke up. “Oh no, please Miss, tis my pleasure to help.” She said with a very cute smile. “Thank you.” Lucy beamed in return as she fell back onto the rooms bed. “The room has been prepared to your needs. Should you need or want anything at all, please just hit this button and call for me. For reasons of security I will not come at any time unless called through this method, not even to do the daily routine. Please do not be shy, I am here for you and you alone. Should you need or want anything, and I mean anything. Just hit this button.” She said with a welcoming smile, her voice slightly melodic, as she motioned to an intercom on the wall. “May I ask your name?” Put forth Lucy with a kind smile. “Andrea.” The Maid replied with a smile. “Thank you very much for your help. Right now though, I think I need to sleep.” Lucy said with a relenting smile. “Shouldn't you change first?” Asked Andrea with a look of sincere concern on her face and her voice friendly. Upon hearing this Lucy could not help but blush. She had forgotten about that; she certainly did need a change, but was fairly embarrassed to hear it mentioned. Seeing the her slightly reddening cheeks the Maid spoke up instantly. “Oh I'm sorry Miss. Twas not my place.” She said quickly. “Not at all Andrea. I had forgotten, thank you for reminding me.” Lucy quickly put in, a smile on her face. She then rose into a sitting position like someone rising from the dead. “Oh please Miss, allow me.” Andrea quickly urged, already opening the closet that had the diapers. Lucy could not help but be a bit surprised by the enthusiasm of the Maid. 'This girl is going to wait on me hand and foot... that would be awkward.' Lucy thought to herself. “So which one would you like?” Asked the kind voice from inside the closet. “Umm... The uh...Thick ones.” Lucy said, not really knowing how to describe the one she was wearing. Lucy lifted up her skirt, so she could describe them, but before she could say anything Andrea popped her head out of the closet. “Oh, those ones.” Said the Maid sweetly, as she popped back into the closet, coming out a minute later with a fresh diaper in hand. By this point Lucy was thoroughly red in the cheeks. “Would you like any help changing Miss?” Asked Andrea with a friendly smile. “No, thank you. Actually I'm alright.” Lucy replied, stuttering a bit as she spoke. “Well if you need anything, just give me a call. I will be waiting until you do.” She said with a smile as she left the room. Lucy paused for a moment to get over the embarrassment. Then taking the fresh diaper in hand, walked over to the door, locked it fully, then proceeded on to the bathroom Demyan and Alexandyre's air adventure had come to an end as they got out of the King of MiGs. The airbase where they landed was small and for the most part, looked rather old and abandoned. All of this seemed to fit, but still begged one question. “So, where are we?” Alex asked Demyan. “Russia.” replied Demyan abruptly. Alex wanted to ask where in Russia, but felt that it would probably best that he did not know. “So now what?” Alexandyre put forth, his tone slightly bland. Demyan walked forward, pulling out of his side holster a pistol. “CZ-52. It takes 7.62 x 25 ammo... Now... We walk...” He said as he handed Alex the gun, fallowed by its holster. The two of them walked into a large bunker like garage nearby. Once within Alex saw their mode of transportation and could not help but smile... It was a motorcycle with a side car. They both got in and Demyan started it up; in moments they were driving out of the former military complex. It was a dry cold outside. Intermittent bits of snow here and there. Alexandyre counted himself lucky that he was wearing one of the heavier suits he had gotten from Mikails cabin. The road they traveled on was very basic, simply compacted dirt; not a terrain that would give the motorcycle any trouble. Unlike his times with Lucy, now he was in the sidecar, not driving the bike. The motorbike's engine roared as they barreled down the rough dirt road. It was getting pretty late and the sun was beginning to set. Alexandyre could not help but worry a little bit as he glanced up at Demyan whose face showed certain degrees of strain; something was making him uneasy. “Comrade, why the look of heavy caution? We are home free right?” Yelled Alex to Demyan; he had to be loud for his voice to be heard over the engine. “We were supposed to touch down in Lithuania. But F-22 make us go further, so I land us in old Soviet Airbase; We are in no-mans-land now.” Returned Demyan loudly, his face slightly darkening with the last few words... Alex did not like the sound of that, 'No mans land.' After not more than ten minutes Demyan brought the motorbike to an abrupt halt, quickly scrambling for something from one of the side satchels of the bike. He pulled out a pair of binoculars, immediately bringing them to his eyes and looking into the distance ahead. “Fuck...” He uttered, lowering the binoculars and turning his gaze to Alex before continuing to speak. “We have company my friend.” Off in the distance Alex could barely see three or four dots, still too far away for him to tell if they were coming towards them, or moving away. But his Russian friends actions said it all, as he engaged the engine and steered them around to go back the way they had come. Alex glanced quickly at their surroundings; though green, the uneven land around them was largely barren, with few tree's and many small bushes and plants scattered throughout rocky ground. With this quick survey it was clear that they were headed back to the base that they had come from. When he looked back over to Demyan, he saw that the man had a large brick of a radio in his left hand. Over the noise of the bike Alex could only hear small bits and pieces of what Demyan seemed to be yelling, which didn't really matter because the few bits that he could catch were clearly in Russian. It was a good five minutes of yelling into the Sat-phone (satellite phone) and struggling with his right arm to not lose control of the speeding bike, before Demyan shoved the brick-like telecommunication device into the side satchel of the bike. With both his arms steering the bike again, he once more focused entirely on going as fast as possible down the dirt road, avoiding with great skill the many small ditches and pot-holes revealed by the motorcycles headlight. Over the course of the next hour of suicidally barrelling back to the base, Alex momentarily looked behind them, barely seeing the lights of the distant pursuing vehicles through the darkness of the night sky; thanks to his Russians friends terrifying driving, they seemed no closer. Aside from these moments, most of his time as passenger in the sidecar was spent trying to avoid motion sickness by looking at the tranquil stars above. In the last minutes of this hour, Alexandyres locked gaze with the sky above was broken by a loud yell from Demyan. “Ok Comrade, we are back...” He shouted over to Alex, pausing for a short moment before continuing on. “We will have conflict with them here.” He loudly resolved, greatly slowing the bike down as the bikes headlight revealed the entrance to the forsaken soviet airbase. They passed through the aged concrete archway into the base. Alex regretted that when they'd first arrived he had paid little attention to its structural details and layout; now upon their return he did his best to take in every detail revealed by the motorbike's headlight. Demyan held the bike to a swift cruising speed while he navigated the bike throughout the base; Alexandyre did not know if he was looking for something in specific, or if he was doing likewise and just trying to take in the bases full strategic layout. Alex, almost automatically, concluded that the crazy awesome Legendary-Pilot-Restaurant-Waiter-Russian-Mafioso, who had hands that moved with the speed of a rocket and the precision of a surgeon, was probably doing both. Very tired, Lucy took her shower more expediently than before, changing into a fresh diaper once she had dried off. She began to realize how hungry she felt, recounting upon the fact that her earlier attempt to eat had been interrupted. After her shower she did not feel nearly exhausted and decided that she would test out the button to call upon the cute Maid. Once she pressed the button she went over to her bed to change into some clothing. Though not even half way across the room she heard a knock come from her door. She was amazed at how fast Andrea had responded, at her door before she even had a chance to change into some clothing. Frantically she grabbed the shirt she had been wearing earlier and put it on, wrapping her towel around her waste to cover her diaper, as she quickly made toward the door. With a smile she opened the door, welcoming in Andrea. The girl was no longer in her Maid outfit, but more casual wear, like her shift were already over. “I am sorry, did I call you too late?” Lucy put forth sweetly, only then realizing that it was probably getting late into the evening. “Oh no, not at all, I hope you don't mind, but the Maid outfit is really uncomfortable.” She beamed, to which Lucy stifled a short laugh and with a big smile, gave a nod. The girl stepped further into the room before continuing on, “So how may I help you?” She asked in a very cheery tone. She was dressed in a pair of beige khakis and a white blouse that had frilly lining on its short sleeves. Seeing Andrea in this outfit surprised Lucy a little bit. It did well to show off the more womanly traits of her petit figure. “I haven't really eaten anything all day and am a bit starving-” Lucy said, about to continue before Andrea piped up. “Oh yes, we should get you something to eat. Just tell me the very best meal you can think of and I will get it for you right away.” Said the Maid cheerfully. “Whatever is your favorite meal; I wish to have that. I would also like you to join me. I don't feel like being alone, could you join me?” Proclaimed Lucy, not really ready to stand on her own after the intense ordeal she had just managed to live through. “Oh, Lucy I would be honored to join you for a meal.” Andrea said with a great smile, as she turned and left to get their food. Demyan's head shifted with extreme speed, focusing in on the building ahead; trying to keep up with Demyan, Alexandyre looked at the area. There were men waiting for them, barely visible, but they were certainly there. The motorbike's headlight caused reflections and their guns gave them away; visible in the windows of the blockhouse complex. Surely, the only reason why they had not been shot dead in that very moment was because Demyan had drastically turned the motorcycle into a heavy turn and skidded across the primitive ground kicking up a real fog bank of dirt and dust in their deranged trail. Gunfire could be heard resounding behind them, and the bullets could be heard blindly whizzing by them. Seeing that the main buildings of the landing strip were no longer safe, Demyan drove them to the outskirts of this complex, looking with his professional eyes, for a advantageous point for them to make their stand. The small airbase only had a few real buildings, which they already found out were far from safe. “Trench warfare comrade.” Said Demyan loudly, as he turned off the headlight of the motorbike. “Fuckin A...” Alex murmered as Demyan brought the bike to a halt. Bordering the entire base was a trench, followed immediately by a barbed coil fence; they had stopped at the edge of the trench... They both dismounted quickly, Demyan retrieving what looked to be a old military bedroll from the back of the sidecar, where it had been strapped onto the spare wheel ... Once in they were both in the trench Alex pulled out the CZ-52 that his Russian friend had given him. It was only moments of silently waiting in the ditch before they saw the headlights of the group of vehicles appear. There were only three sets, which stayed on after they had come to a halt a few hundred feet away and the sounds of opening doors could be heard. The lights partially lit up Alex and Demyans general direction; clearly their position would not stay secret for long. Pressed up against the front slant of the large ditch and with gun in hand, Alexandyre peered out of the ditch, squinting his eyes to trying to spot some movement. He continued to look for enemy movement for a few minutes until his concentration was broken by Demyan diving up against the front slope of the trench right next to him. Startled by his Russian friends sudden movement Alex closed his eyes for a few seconds and took two or three deep breaths to gather himself up for whatever would happen next. Feeling collected and composed Alexandyre opened his eyes again, whereupon he gazed for a calm moment at the dirt ground right in front of his eyes, then passively turned his head to see how his Mafioso comrade was faring. The picture of Demyan strained incredulity. Comically, despite how unbelievable the sight, the only thing that surprised Alex was the fact that he was not surprised. Peering out of the trench, the man held a Drum fed AK-47 with a bi-pod stand already set up. At his feet were three more drums of ammunition and hanging from his left arm, a belt holding four grenades. Truly, Demyan looked like he was ready for war... Lucy had not noticed it, but instead of leaving, Andrea simply went around the corner and hit a button on the wall of the doorway. The maid ordered the food over the intercom. Lucy, finding herself a bit oblivious thought Andrea had left to get the food, whereupon she took off the towel around her waist. Still not having noticed that Andrea had not left, she went about thinking about what to wear over her diaper for the rest of the night. Going over to her bag she bent over, looking for the proper article of clothing. It was then, with her diapered bottom raised in the air, that she realized she was not alone. Making an effort to look as though she were still looking for clothing, she slowly uncovered a gun from Alexandyres backpack. Once her hand was wrapped around the gun, she let the suspense take hold of her, spinning around and upright, gun pointed at her guest... There was a moment of silence... Andrea looked a bit confused and startled, while Lucy still hadn't shaken off the very resolute expression that she had turned around with. In such a moment, a deep sigh of relief is normally the next sound. But instead the dead silence of the room was interrupted by a slight hissing sound. Lucy' hard expression softened to one of soft apology, realizing that she had just turned a gun on Andrea. Feeling a distinct wetness between her legs, the maids cheeks grew red. Lucy was about to apologize in that moment but was cut off by the cute Maid, who had quickly regained her cheerful composure. “I think I will go see what is taking them so long with the food, if that is ok with you Miss.” She said with a smile. With an uneasy smile on her face and confusion in her eyes, Lucy replied with a silent nod... At that, Andrea took her leave, acting as though nothing intense had happened at all. It was a few minutes before she moved at all; and when she did, it was to simply fall onto the nearby bed. There she laid for a few minutes, thinking back in surprise to when this whole adventure started. Thinking of all the intense moments that have led to the current. At the end of a good five minutes of silent thought, she finally concluded that it was not all that far fetched or wrong; the way she had reacted. Even so, she felt pretty terrible about pointing the gun at Andrea. It was then that she began to recall the comments that the hit men had made. She did not want to think about such things. She did not want to think of the possibility that Alex might not have made it. Even considering such a thing was out of the question and not acceptable. With that, she got out of the bed and rigidly walked, as though weighed down, over to the intercom where she ordered massive amounts of alcohol. After that she then made her way back to her bed like a zombie, this time sitting down on the end. Unfortunately, Alexandyre was now in her thoughts and was not leaving. She smiled, thinking of the time when their clothing had been stolen and they road out of the hotel wearing bedsheet togas. Recalling this memory, she searched her luggage for the pink bra that she had been wearing at the time, and when she found it, put it on. She wanted to be as close to those times with Alex as possible. She then went about finding the red dress that she had been in when they went to Mikails restaurant; putting it on as well. Truly, her time with Alex had been wrought with danger the whole way; a real story book adventure. And it all filled her with happiness; thinking to herself that she had never lived so much in such a short period of time. 'The young Alexandyre was her love. The love of her life, that she would protect with her life.” Lucy concluded silently. It was only a second or two after that finality that Andrea's voice resounded from the intercom speaker, announcing her return. Lucy palmed Alexandyre's gun in her hand and walked over to the door, where she undid all the locks and walked back over to her bed, where she then sat down. “It's open.” She said loudly, casually holding the gun at her side for just-in-case. She heard the door open and then close. Her right arm smoothly slid the gun under the covers of the bed as she saw Andrea come into view. Then she heard a second set of footsteps and immediately grasped the gun again, though not yet pulling it out from under the covers. The large form of Cory came around the corner and Lucy was instantly at ease, letting go of the gun again. Seeing her right hand under the covers Cory spoke up, “I see yer not takin any chances there Miss, at's good.” He said with a friendly smile on his face, and a thick accent. Lucy returned a big smile, “I'm sorry for the rude welcome... And Andrea, I am really sorry about before...” She said sweetly, her eyes apologetic. There was a short moment of silence which was first broken by Cory, who wheeled out from around the corner a large cart stocked full of at least fifty full bottles of various alcohols. “I was going to let ye alone fer a bit, after the days incident. But I was takin a walk bout when I saw one of me crew shovin this cart along. Found out it was comin ere' and decided te deliver it me self.” Said the captain with a slight chuckle. Looking at the massive amounts of alcohol that she had ordered she could not help but also chuckle a bit. “I guess I can understand if you were a bit concerned; and i appreciate it Cory.” “Aye te be sure. Specially since this rooms already got a full sized bar, so ye ad me a bit baffled by this ere' cart.” He put forth with a jolly tone to his thick accent, as he motioned behind himself, to one of the doors Lucy had yet to open. At this Lucy and Andrea both broke into laughter. “She didn't know that there was a bar in here, Captain.” Spoke the maid sweetly, making an effort to speak without again breaking into laughter at the pretext of the situation... “Oh... Well, since i'm ere' may I join the two of ye fer a drink?” Concluded Cory with a friendly tone and a smile on his face. “Of course!” Beamed Lucy with enthusiasm and a big grin... The situation was tense. Alexandyre and Demyan both looked forward, guns ready. From the ditch they could hear the yelling of the men searching for them. They both knew that it was only a short matter of time before their general position was the only area left to search... “Fuckin hell!” Alex whispered loudly, as more sets of headlights appeared in the distance. In agreement Demyan spat out a few Russian words. “Demyan, it's been good.” Alex spoke solemnly. “Da, it has been great comrade Alexandyre.” Returned Demyan, his voice similarly solemn as he looked forward. There were at least six vehicles now, and they were all starting in their direction. Alex waited for Demyans que... The Russian Mafioso waited until the vehicles were about two hundred meters away, then he opened fire. The muzzle flash of his drum fed AK47 lit everything up like a strobe light in the darkness of the night. With the rapid fire of his gun cutting across towards their enemies, Alex took this as the que and joined in. Unloading his clip at the approaching adversaries. In the distance sparks could be seen as their bullets ricochetted off and into their vehicles. As they got closer, it was clear that they were SUV'. The closest of them lost its left headlight in a plume of sparks and shortly came to halt. But that was only one of the six and Alexandyre and Demyan weren't stopping. They continued to fire, aiming the best they could and unloading as fast as possible. Under the hail of their gunfire a second SUV came to a halt, riddled with bullet holes, while a third lost its driver and suffered a drastic turn and then proceeded to role a few times before halting like the other two. Demyan loaded the last of his ammo drums into the AK47 and opened fire again. The remaining three were now slowing down at about fifty meters away. The one on the right parking horizontal while the other two continued forward. From the electively halted vehicle rang gun shots, while its passengers provided cover fire for the other two approaching vehicles. Alex and Demyan were forced to duck back into the cover of the ditch. But Demyan did not stop shooting. He kept his finger holding down the trigger in blind burst fires over the top of the trench, while Alex loaded the last of his clips into his pistol. They could both here the approaching two vehicles getting closer, but could not look over top of the ditch, as bullets kicked up everything around them. Confused and looking for guidance Alex looked over to Demyan who had neared the end of his AK47 ammo and now pulled the pin off of a grenade he had in his hand, then tossing it over in the direction of the assaulting vehicles. He then reached for another, hurling it at them, and then again with his third and last grenade. The gunfire at them had come to a stop, as had the sound of the vehicles. But the lights from the vehicles now lit up the whole area for a good fifty feet in all directions. Demyan and Alexandyre lay identical against the back slope of the trench, both with pistols in hand and a ridiculous amount of empty bullet cartridges at their feet. The footsteps of their enemies could be heard clearly and soon the heads of three men came into view. All three were shot in the head by Demyan; two bullets each. Then as Demyan started reloading, two more men came into view. Alex unloaded his pistol, taking both of them down. Then two more appeared... Alex was out of ammo and Demyan was just finishing his reload. Both their weapons pointed at his Russian friend, Alex reacted instantly. He dove over to Demyan, shielding his friend, with his back to the shooters who opened fire. The two of them managed to get off a short burst each before they were ended by Demyans gun... As though struck by lightning, a white pain shuttered throughout his body.. Their bullets had hit him... Three of them burrowed in his back; and Alex knew... He knew what had happened... In this moment a rasping wheeze escaped Alexandyres mouth as he pushed himself up from his sprawled position on top of Demyan, who was in a partial sitting position, leaning up against the back slant of the trench. Fallowing his body, Alex then willed to raise his head from its slumped forward position. His head teetered back and forth a bit while the neck it stood upon shook as though it were straining under a great deal of weight; the metric shock of the instant that had just past, and the heavy surreal overcoat that accompanied it's repercussions. Through the willpower of his mind, his adrenaline infused body carried out the orders sent by his pure instinct and Alexandyres head raised level with that of Demyans, his eyes gazing forward with a sense of absolute purity about them. The expression on Demyans face held only smallest degree of shock. It did not contort in pain, nor did its strength seem to falter at the sight of his own blood seeping from the deep gash on the left side of his lower torso, where one of the bullets grazed him. Like he were dismissing entirely, he looked up from his wounded side, not even bothering to take note of the large bullet wound in his right shoulder... Eyes upon Alex, his brows furrowed ever so slightly and his features grew darker, like he had just been told something of intense truth; something great and terrible, and it had moved his deepest core of being. They looked unto one another. Alex' eyes saw with unadulterated purity and he knew it. He had been stripped of all the minds creative cognizance that comes with believing, wanting, needing, or simply having an opinion; all stripped away. It was not that he was dazed and confused, totally without direction; but more accurately that from that moment, Alex had no desire for direction; dazed and confused didn't exist. Even as he held himself up and off of Demyan, his back arched from the more terrible feeling, not of pain, but of grinding pressure. He could feel the three bullets imbedded in him. They had entered through his back and the feeling that emanated from them was a cacophony. All his senses spoke to these wounds, and the wounds back. Nausea, the smell of blood, the taste of it, he could hear them and the damage they had caused, he could feel their added weight from where they had come to a halt inside him, his breathing grew loud and raspy, the air seemed to scratch on its way in and out; the feeling as though he'd inhaled a great deal of dust made him want to cough uncontrollably, but he did not, for every sense that instructed his being sang in unison. They sang a song that he had never heard until then; even so, he knew the song to be that of truth. His mind knew truth and nothing else. He did not feel sorrow, or anger, no regret, or embarrassment, he did not feel happiness and he did not feel fear. The only thing he was experiencing was the cacophony that sang from three deafening areas tempestuously. The turbulent storm that rose up from these three wounds, these three infusions, played to the same beat and cried out the same truth; truth because they all cried in absolute unity. It consumed Alexandyre, it flooded his veins and filled his lungs; the truth that there is only now, there is no tomorrow or yesterday, no 'in just a minute, or just a minute ago,' no planning ahead or second thoughts, there is only now. Everything about Alex knew it. All the willpower that emotions had directed before he knew this truth now surged unchecked throughout him like an equilibrium. His willpower immediately became orchestrated by its only master. The only mental function that could know the truth and the unmitigated power that comes with forgetting cognitive doubt and learned limits, things that cannot exist in the truth. Instinct now orchestrated everything. The Truth that now commanded his willpower had been realized within thirty seconds of when the bullets tore into his back, though to Alex it had seemed like a lifetime of unknown churning until its fruition in the thirtieth second. Barely over half a minute from when he had been shot, and only a few seconds from when he looked upon Demyans furrowed brows and darkened face, Alexandyres eyes now continued to look on, pure in their sight they watched as the rest of his body move, commanded by instinct. His eyes surreally watched as the first movement from his body was carried out. Like a rolling wave the muscles in Alex' body contorted starting with his feet and crashing upward. His hand snapped with force against the ground and his body rose up, his every bone, tendon, and muscle, moving in perfect unison. The roll of force that brought him up, he then allowed to carry him in relativity out of the trench and onto the main ground surface. He landed right foot first on the ground, using it to cradle the forward falling force of his body, so he could dip down low enough to grasp the gun whose bullets were in him. Not opposing the force that pushed his body forward, he then allowed the muscles in his right leg to relax, no longer having his one leg hold the incline, his body tumbled down and into a roll, which moved him another eight feet forward before he caught the ground with his left foot and using the centripetal force of the roll, launched his body into an immediate sprint. Alex' actions were fluid and without hesitation from the very moment he rose up and catapulted out of the trench. The instant he had left the trench bullets started flying, when he rolled forward after getting the gun, they kicked up the earth around him, none of them able to catch his incredibly efficient movement. Sprinting outward, Alexandyre opened fire at the remaining men who were taking cover behind their SUVs. Then suddenly, everything went dark to him; as though totally blind. Alex staggered to a halt, whereupon he stood up straight, looking up at where the sky should have been. That is when he lost consciousness. All action seemed to cease in that moment; everybody just watched Alex... Instead of his life flashing before his eyes, Alexandyre flashed before the eyes of life... His body teetered for a second before pitching backward and falling to the ground... The three of them sat down at the rooms table, food and a few choice bottles of alcohol in the center. Upon sitting down, Lucy went right too it. She reached for the vodka, her mind suddenly full of thoughts of Alex, and poured herself a glass. Her face was as dark as her thoughts, which Cory and Andrea could both clearly see. “Ye know missy, I have the wish te ask ye what troubles. Course I 'magine it sounds a bit like a trick question...” Spoke up the large Captain, his tone full of a lamenting concern. Lucy took a deep breath as though about to speak, but then paused, looking down at her glass, which she then brought to her lips. Her eyes reflected a certain subdued pain... She drank the full glass of vodka in one go, as though it were a cup of coffee and she very tired. “I have been shot at... And he has taken the bullets for me, getting shot and beaten to protect me...” Lucy said, her sweet voice unwavering and her in a trance; she continued on. “He took me with him for the ride, but for every step of the way has made sure that i don't get hurt... He cares about me and I care about him... ... Alexandyre.” She ended silently, pouring herself another glass of vodka; 'His' drink... There was a long silence, both Cory and Andrea staying silent, having their own drinks and waiting for Lucy to speak again. Lucy stared at the ripples in the glass, for a long moment not saying anything... Her voice wavered slightly as she began once more. “He had been shot in the arm, and we couldn't go to a hospital or anything, so we cauterized it with the handle of this old Russian gun. On the handle of the gun was a star...” Lucy spoke, her voice beginning to crackle as though about to cry. “So when we cauterized it, the first thing he yelled out was...” Ack! I've been branded a communist!”” Lucy ended, a pained smile on her face and her voice ending in a half laugh, half sob. The look of hysteria quickly subsided as her face grew dark once more... And in the fallowing silence, she picked up her glass and took a few heavy gulps of the vodka before putting it down again. Andrea and Cory only looked on in silence. Before them was the strongest of women, and the sheer weight that she seemed to carry... It hurt to even watch the torment that she seemed to be grappling with... So what fallowed was just more silence... ... Lucy picked up the bottle of vodka, making to refill her near empty glass. Seeing this Andrea motioned forward as if to stop her, and was about to speak up to say so but before she could, Lucy started to talk once more. “They know he is not on this boat now... That he is up there in the skies... I don't know what a Raptor is, but the man spoke of it; that it was to be sent up...” She said, her voice not the normal sweet pitch, but lower and from deep sorrow. Having refilled her glass, Lucy brought it to her lips and emptied it again, setting it back down on the table heavily this time... Chapter 14 Demyan watched as more SUVs appeared and men filed out of them. Altogether there must have been nearly thirty or forty of what he could only guess to be hired guns. He had seen about a dozen men fallow the two who picked Alex' body up by the sleeves and pant legs of his suit and carried him into the nearby military building. While the remaining were grouping up and heading towards the outskirts of the worn military complex. The small patrol they had sent out to confirm his death had forced Demyan to keep moving. The pain of his wounds were distant as he made his way along the trenched perimeter. The pain was second to his instincts as a soldier; back off, recompose, and strike out... Far away from the light of the mercenary vehicles, Demyan began to make out the silhouette of a large tower in the moonlight. Great gouges had been taken out of it by warfare long past, but there it stood, defiant to time itself. A smile touched Demyans face as he felt that he and the old monument had something in common, and with that sharp pain echoed throughout his body as he stretched to find the first handholds and began his climb... They draped Alexandyres body into a metal chair at the head of a large rustic table. He appeared lifeless. Both his jacket and undershirt had been torn off at the sleeves, all their buttons gone and exposing his bare chest. On his left arm, the sleeves had been completely torn off, while on his right they still hung on by a thread, the only real indication that he was still alive was that blood was still dripping from his saturated rag like clothing to the ground below. For a moment the group of five men in the room just looked at him, like some terrible, yet grand, art piece. After a few seconds the silence was broken by the deep voice of a cruel leader... “Adrenaline... Wake him up...” Ordered the tall figure who sat at the other end of the long table, opposite of Alexandyre... “Sir?” Questioned the man to Alex' left. “We were ordered to just transport him, that will be hard enough with how he is right now.” A slight sneer grew on the leaders face. “I like to know what i'm dealing with first... After all, whatever he knows might be more valuable to us than to our patron.” The man glared; “Wake him up, Toril.” "Chyort voz'mi!" Demyan cursed as he heaved his body over the battlements of the war torn tower. Exhaustion and pain echoed throughout the Russians body while he half ran half stumbled down the winding staircase of the tower; rays of moonlight shining in through gaping holes throughout the ruin. Reaching the bottom of the tower his knees nearly gave way with a sharp pain shooting up his side. seeking out the wound he could feel the warmth of blood; a reminder of desperation to add to the emotions of anger and sorrow. Looking up from his wound there was blood in his teethe as the Russian smiled at the sight before him; he would summon up an ancient fury to rend his nearing enemies to pieces... The voices of the mercenaries were becoming clearer as they approached. In the bottom of the tower Demyan looked at what he had to work with. Dust billowed up in his face as he opened up a rusty ammo box; the box itself full of AK rounds. Searching the ground he came across half a dozen broken inside a bullet ridden jeep. Stuffing the flares into the box, Demyan gritted his bloody teeth and trudged up the tower steps; this would have to do. Having reached the top of the tower it was time; Demyan opened the top of the ammo box, struck a flayer and tossed it in, closed the lid and hurled it from the tower. There was a moment of deafening silence as the box sored serenely through the air, smoke billowing from in as it headed towards the troops below. For a moment, the box hit the ground and plumed smoke about it. Confusion rippled about the mercenaries with the appearance of a big cloud of smoke in their midst... Then, after a perfect second pandora's box sang it's song; hellishly cackling as bullets tore out of a thick cloud of smoke, wreaking havoc and confusion. Demyan once more barreled down the winding tower stairs, the sound of a viscous gun battle echoing beyond his heavy foot steps as he reached bottom. Having pried loose one of the doors of the jeep, he hefted what would be his shield and glared at the door of the tower with madness in his eyes. The tower door half toppled open, half came off its hinges as Demyan kicked it open. Death was in the air as the mercenaries fired blindly at this new enemy shrouded in smoke and dove for cover, and then amongst them, a crazy Russian ran, bullets planking heavily against his shield like door, him sprinting in desperation towards the black SUV's the Mercenaries had arrived in. A gutteral howl of pain sputtered from Alex' lips along with bubbles of blood and spit, as he moved into consciousness. At first his eyes shut tight against the pain, and then wide open with a look of dark curiosity. Kneeled in front of him was a man. Alexandyres subconcious mind offered up a name. 'Toril,' This mans name was Toril. Alex Followed the mans troubled gaze and his mouth went from a bloody grimace to a twisted smile. The man was looking at the brand Lucy had given him with the Tokarev; a blistered red star with a series of numbers between the points. Toril spoke up... “Sir... This is bad...” Cory and Andrea sat for a moment in silence. Lucy seemed to gaze in their direction across the table; not at them, but past them. Her beautiful green eyes taking on a look of glazed over emptiness; tears openly let to stream down the sides of her flushed cheeks. Then as, her eye lids began to flutter, Cory finally broke the silence, his brash upbeat voice, having a more knowing edge to it. “Welp missy; the Irish part of me knows that you've ad' it. I'm not gonna pretend yer goin to remember anythin I say by mornin. So lets get ye to bed.” Lucy managed a silent slow nod, accompanied by a short smile. Cory' bear sized hand came out to support her limp frame as she slid sideways toward her bed. Her dress clung to the back of her overly saturated diaper. Cory shot a pleading glance over to Andrea who with a smile and a wink went to retrieve a towel. “I'll take it from here Captain.” Chirped Andrea in her sweet english accent. “Might want te make it a ladies night; best she's not alone, aye?” Offered Cory, as he lay Licy down on the towel. “Oh Captain, just what I was thinking. Yes sir, I was going to raid Lucy' diaper closet and finish off her bottle and crawl into bed!” Beemed Andrea, a little red in the cheeks from the alcohol. Cory' chuckle could be heard from the hall, “Jus' don' go callin the bridge with potato jokes like last time. I'm Irish, but I ain't starvin ye lil' english lassy!” Lucy in the mean time had gone about clumsily pulling up her skirt and fumbled with the tapes of her diaper. “Oh come now miss, let me earn my keep.” Andrea piped, as she slapped away Lucy' hand in a jokingly stern fashion. Andrea quickly went about cleaning up Lucy. Helping her get her clothes off and into a fresh diaper, and finally standing back to admire her work. Lucy' body was well outlined by the sheet that covered it. Her nipples poking through slightly and the front of her fresh diaper bulging slightly. 'Gosh, Alexandyre is one lucky man.' She thought to herself, before getting undressed and crawling into bed next to Lucy. “Now you just keep your pretty hands to yourself and we wont have any problems there miss.” Joked Andrea with a smile, but when she turned to look at Lucy, she was already fast asleep... “Sir we all know what that mark signifies...” Toril said hauntingly. “Boss, you never said anything about a soviet era mob boss. What are we going to do!?” Spoke the raised voice of the man opposite Toril. “Marcus, get blood transfusions going. This man can't die by our hands.” Ordered the mercenary leader. “Toril.” “Sir?” “Insanity, give it to him...” “Sir?“ Questioned Toril, hesitantly. “You know the coctail, by tomorrow either he dies and dies lookin like a junkie, or he lives and goes mad... Or he could end up like your friend and live...In a way...” Toril' face grew dark, “ Sir, i wont do it...And we both know i'm the only one who knows that cocktail.” “You are right... So if you won't, then i will.” He turned to the other soldier, "give him everything." “Sir you will kill him...And if he dies, then we all do...” “Then do it, the commander commanded harshly.” “Very well...” Answered Toril... The look on his face as he prepared a series of syringes was one of sorrow, not for himself... But for Alexandyre... “No man should ever have to live through this; but for your sake, like my old friend... Well if you have a strong mind, you might come out with something left...” He whispered to the bloodied figure in front of him. Alex' eyes opened momentarily... Through the pain that ripped throughout his body, he had heard what the man had said. With a glare piercing out of his half open eyes, He spat blood in the mans face...The man, only returned with a look of sorrow and a slow nod. After a moment, as though he were paying his respects, he set to work, picking up the first syringe and moving for Alex. The first syringe went into Alex' arm, and for everything he was worth, he kept his venomous glare. And then, with the passing of one second, the silence of the room was shattered... Alex's glare turned into a look of concern, as the aire had been interrupted by a cacophony of gun shots from outside... The second syringe entered his right arm; it had been nearly 15 seconds of constant gunfire... The world was beginning to echo, like it were becoming further away... It had been half a minute and the gunshots still rang out; Alex' look of concern turned to something of a smile as he thought, 'Demyan...' Pandora's ancient fury had finally died down and the smoke began to clear by the time Demyan got to an SUV that was not covered in bullet holes. But it would be... And maybe him as well. The distraction that pandora offered was valuable, but over. There was no way of knowing how long it would take for the backup he had called to arrive. Hell, thinking to himself, Demyan couldn't even accurately say how long this gun battle had gone on and there was no way of knowing if Alexandyre was still alive. 'All the same' Demyan thought to himself, he would move forward all the same. “Here I come komrade.” He spoke, pressing the gas and veering the vehicle towards the compound where they had taken Alex. The moment he started moving, shouting could be heard in the distance, and by the time he had gotten up to speed bullets pierced the barreling vehicle all over. The glass to Demyan's left shattered, the sound of it only drowned out, by him shouting in Russian as the SUV slammed through the entrance of the compound. Alexandyre felt distant. The world was falling away fast. Fear ran rampant in his mind as every emotion he could identify started to dip and dive. He was sure that he was yelling at the top of his lungs, but he couldn't hear himself. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, like waves of the ocean crashing over and over again. What Alex could not hear the other men in the room could... The mercenary commanders radio had started blaring something about helicopters in the distance and getting out. Marcus and Toril stared intently at their leader as the radio blared, then the building shook accompanied by a loud crash in the hall. The men outside the room opened fire full automatic. Demyan ducked down as a line of men opened fire at his vehicle, flooring the gas pedal. The vehicles lights went out and smoke billowed from under the hood, but the inertia carried it down the cement hallway and screams were cut short by loud consecutive thuds... Demyans SUV slowly rolled to a halt, bullet ridden and steaming, twenty feet from the room the men were guarding; the room, his friend was in. Exhausted, tired, bleeding and determined; Demyan kicked open the door of the SUV and stepped heavily on the cement ground of grit and glass. He leaned heavily on the wall for support as he picked up one of the mercenaries SMGs and a broken piece of mirror. Checking the gun for ammo, he made his way forward; the sound of helicopters and gunshots spitting off all around the airstrip. “Hoi oi! We got your boy in here!” Shouted a voice from inside the room. Demyan came to an audible halt outside the door. “Call off the attack and we will let him live!” “Call off the attack? I have no time for you dead men... You have all but killed my comrade. This attack cannot be called off from me. Those who come for you now answer twenty year old distress call. I will let you leave; try your luck with them. Alexandyre is mine!” Demyan spoke, his russian accent visceral and clear. With that, three pairs of footsteps could be heard making their way towards the door. The four men filed past each other, the three out of the room, and Demyan into the room. The restaurant waiter stood there for a mere second before he turned around and left the room, and with a lengthy blast from his SMG, mowed down all three men who had left his friend in the state before him. Alexandyre lay slumped in the large chaire, blood bags sitting on his shoulders, leading into his arms. Syringes littering the ground next to him; and heavily bloodied bandages covering his torso amidst the torn rags that were the nice suit Demyan had met him in. “ Oh my comrade...” He whispered as he knelt down to feel Alex' pulse... Irratic. Slow then fast, faint, then far too powerful. Whatever they had given him, was taking harsh effect... Carefully Demyan placed the blood bags in Alexandyres lap, picking up Alex' limp form under his neck and by the back of his legs, he cradled his friend and started at a quick jog. “We will go from here friend. There is a place that... if we can make it, we live. The king of Migs will get us there...” Demyan spoke, his voice strained as he made his way towards a back exit of the complex. “The last flight of the King.” He finished resolutely... Lucy woke up... Tired... Head pounding... She felt exhausted. It took her a moment. There was a strong smell in the room and Lucy looked over and saw that the pretty little maid, Andrea was bundled up next to her, cuddling with a pillow. Lucy slowly rolled out of bed, surprised by her nakedness, save for a very wet diaper. Making her way towards her closet, the sight of her diaper in the mirror caught her attention. She couldn't believe it. The smell was her, there was a tell tale bulge in the back of her diaper, along with a brown stain. realizing that she was standing in the middle of the room, naked save for a very wet and messy diaper with Andrea asleep in her bed her cheeks grew flushed with embarrassment and with that, she made a quick start for the diaper closet. Andrea had woken up, though didn't make a sound. Her eyes followed Lucy's form as she got out of bed, the perk of her ample breast swaying out with gravity and her wet sagging diaper hanging around her beautiful curves; for a moment the maid found her self turned on. Then she felt a little sad for Lucy; the smell in the room and the bulge in her diaper spoke to a mess she was sure Lucy did not want her to see, so she just laid on the bed, fake sleeping, while Lucy quietly pulled a fresh diaper from the closet and made her way towards the bathroom. After the door closed, Andrea swiftly got out of bed and set about getting dressed. She was about half way through getting her top on when the door to the bathroom flew open and a naked, messy, diapered Lucy came out, for a second realizing her own state, and then walking quickly over to where Alex' backpack lay. She had remembered something. She had remembered the phones that Demyan had given both of them. Frantic and full of hope she pulled it out and called. The room was tense; Andrea finished putting on her top and looked on at Lucys worried, but hopeful expression. Her beautiful green eyes pleading for Alex to answer the phone... … … No answer. Lucy burst into tears as she headed straight back into the bathroom, taking the phone with her. Andrea felt a well of emotional pain touch her at the site. She could hear Lucy cry over the sound of the shower, and, after getting fully dressed, she softly left the room to get something for them to eat, giving Lucy her space...