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I´ve decided to attempt an idea i´ve been toying with for a while – a Crime story involving desperation. I HOPE this is OK – as somebody not into the actual wetting I can´t say how disturbing/insulting it might be to have a character wet herself due to being murdered – but it will be overwhelmingly about desperation so I think it should be fine. It´ll be a multi-POV story with the first part being in the POV of the poor victim. Includes pee desp (minor mention of poo) and wetting due to being murdered – if thats not for you – better skip this story! Claire was in a hurry. She bumped into another pedestrian as she speed-walked around a corner, muttering an apology as she scanned the street ahead. Another non-descript city block, no restaurants or stores. Pressing her legs together tightly, she groaned inwardly as she hurried down the sidewalk, cursing herself for not asking to use the toilet after her job interview. And for the extra tall coffee she´d had beforehand. And for her tiny bladder. Here she was, 23 years old, in a city she barely knew, lost, and about to pee her pants. She turned yet another corner, this time barely avoiding running into the woman pushing a stroller, shooting her a brief look before she spotted the store. Selling...who knows what. Claire didn´t care. Pushing through the door, she half-walked, half-hobbled towards the counter and the guy behind it eying her, legs pressed together as much as possible. „Please…uh…excuse me“ she stammered, feeling herself blush bright red to match her hair color. „Could I….do you have a restroom I can use?“ She looked at him pleadingly, saw him glance down at her legs. „Its an emergency!“ she added, almost in a whimper, fidgeting in front of him desperately. She watched him, willing him to say yes, to point at a door, to her way to relief. To salvation. „I´m sorry but I´m not allowed to let you“ he said, blushing himself now, apologetic. Claire didn´t care, she was too desperate to care that he was actually pretty cute. „Please, I can´t…I really can´t hold it. I´ll wet myself if you don´t let me go…I won´t tell anybody i promise! I´ll even buy something…just pleeeeease let me pee!“ she said, as fast as she could, frantic for him to understand the seriousness. Not caring about embarassing herself. Not caring about anything except her full bladder, screaming for relief. „I really am sorry“ he started, blushing further as he stared at her „but I´m just no allowed to…“ he pointed to a camera in the corner, shrugging. „I need the job….“ He added, embarassed now, too. In another situation, Claire would have been touched by his obvious empathy. Now, she was just too panicked. Fighting back a sob of despair, she groaned at him „at least tell me the closed toilets!“ Loud, urgent, rude. She saw him flinch, knew he didn´t deserve this. She didn´t care. Didn´t care either as he glanced down again as she slammed one hand into her crotch, crossing her legs tightly over it to squeeze her pussy.„Sorry….I don´t know the area….“ He muttered, clearly unsure how to act. Probably worried about his floor. Or the fact he´d gotten a visible bulge in his pants. In another situation, Claire might be interested in that too. But not now. With another sob and whimper, she turned and fled the store, walking on the spot outside. Walking at least helped a bit with the overbearing pressure of her bladder. She could see nothing else on the street except the woman with the stroller, just turning the far corner. She couldn´t have gone far from the speed which she moved at. Claire started off after her. She tried to run, but immediately abandoned the attempt when she almost lost it right there and stopped, holding herself again. Starting off again, she found that a almost normally paced walk worked best – she could press her legs together and have her tighs rub against each other as she did. She still had to urinate – desperately – but didn´t feel like it was going to run into her shoes any moment. For now. „Excuse me!“ she gasped, approaching the woman. She saw her turn, eyes going wide. She probably didn´t look to friendly right now. She tried to force a smile, but it turned into a grimace instead. The woman started to open her mouth, looking worried, moving in front of her stroller, as if to protect it from her. Still looking at her face – flushed, grimacing, sweating, hair and makeup a bit askew. She reached for her bag. To use it to protect herself? To pull out pepper spray? Claire walked on, too desperate to think about that. Stopped a few steps in front of her, immdietely grabbing herself again, squirming on the spot. The woman stared, wide-eyed – and then glanced down at her crotch. Immediately Claire saw her face soften, understanding. Her face relaxed, she released her grip on her bag and the stroller. Looked back up at her face, smiling compassionately. She understood. Had probably been there herself more than once. „There´s a public one in the park, honey. Take the next left and you´ll be right at the entrance. Its just inside to the right“ She said even as Claire opened her mouth to ask. „Thank you“ she gasped, looking at her in gratitude. Gave her a tiny smile then hurried past her, not wasting any precious seconds in small talk. The woman understood. Claire hurried around the final corner and saw the park entrance 20 meters ahead. With an inward sigh of relief she walked on, intent on finally finding the release she craved. Passing a tiny alleyway, she saw a dark figure stepping out in the corner of her eyes. An alarm bell went off in her head, overriding her desperate mission. She stepped off the sidewalk and turned towards the figure, not thinking of her bladder for a moment, even though her legs crossed automatically. The figure resolved into a girl wearing a hooded sweater, about her age. Claire simultaniously sighed in relief and gasped in despair as she felt herself leak into her panties. Hand flying to her crotch she turned towards the park and hurried on with the merest glance at the girl looking at her. Noticing her tightly crossed legs and wiggling torso, but not connecting it in her mind. Not sparing a second though to the mental alarm she´d had. Not caring about anything but finding relief. Entering the park, she turned right, and could have laughed with happiness at the sight of a small toilet building. Old, none too clean, and unisex. Claire didn´t care. She hobbled towards it, ripping open the door. Sink, dirty floor. 2 stalls, but one without a door, and without a toilet. Rushing for the second stall with one hand in her crotch, she reached for the handle with the other. Tugged – nothing. Jiggled the handle – still nothing. Panicking, she glanced down. Saw the red indicator. Saw 2 stiletto-ed feet under the door. Heard the soft groan inside and a splatter. „Occupied“ came another groan from inside. „Oh god please please hurry its an emergency!“ Claire groaned, pee dancing on the spot, holding her pussy with both hands. „I´ll try ohhhh“ the girl moaned back with another wave of soft poo into the bowl. Claire almost started crying as she pee danced at the stall door, staring at it, willing it to open. To let her sit and pee, no matter how filthy the toilet was. She didn´t care. Only cared about keeping her jeans dry. Her panties were already a bit wet. She turned as she heard the door behind her open, admitting the girl in the sweater. Hood down now, red ponytail swinging as she hurried in, hand between her own legs. „Oh hi…you waiting for the loo?“ she said, face flushed red as she approached. Claire nodded, staring. „Guess i´ll have to queue, I hope ist not long.“ The new girl said conversationally. „I am dying for a wee.“ Claire saw her eyes flicker down to her legs and crotch. Saw her smile waver for amoment. Saw her eyes widen slightly, shining. Alarm bell were ringing in her head again, but she didn´t know why. Didn´t care why. Feeling a longer spurt escape into her panties, she gasped and turned back to the door, reaching up to knock once, twice. „Hurry I can´t wait“ she whimpered. „Sorry“ came the dreaded reply „I´ll be a ohhhhhh dear while“. The girl inside squirted again, groaning in relief, almost making Claire loose it while she fought back the sobs. „I can´t hold it…“ she whimpered again, quietly, to herself. The alarm bells were ringing, constantly, in her head. Probably warning of the impending accident. Maybe of something else. But Claire didn´t care. She couldn´t – not anymore. Not with every ounce of mental strenght she had was devoted to keeping control over her overfull, exploding bladder for one more minute. „I can´t believe its taking so long“ she heard the girl say behind her. Sounding excited. Probably just desperate. „Can you knock again please I can´t wait“ she added, voice suddenly quiet. Automatically, Claire raised her free hand to knock on the stall door. She didn´t think about why the girl didn´t reach around and knock herself, or simply yelled at the girl inside to hurry. She just reached up and knocked. Once, twice. She felt a small, sharp pain in her lower back, eyes opening in surprise. She felt hot breath on her cheek. „Thank you“ she heard the girl whisper, almost a soft moan in her ear. It felt almost nice. Her back suddenly felt warm, and she started to notice more pain in her back. She turned around, but the girl was leaving. Suddenly feeling weak, she reached up with her hands to steady herself. But she slid down to her knees anyway, one hand grasping the door handle. Her mind started to fog, and she felt cold. Except her legs, which were warm – her bladder pumping its contents into her jeans, unchecked. She fought for a moment to stay upright, hand jiggling the stall door handle, before her strenght gave out and she fell backwards to lie in the pool. „I´m sorry, i´m not finished I must´ve eaten something off“ the girl inside said, groaning as she voided her bowels messily. Claire didn´t care. She closed her eyes, feeling cold and tired. And died.
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Let us take some time to meditate on the horrendous slaughter of men, women and children by a predatory animal. May they rest in peace and may the wounded heal. A very sad day in our history.