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4 Votes for option 1, and 3 for 2. Julia will do an in between of the two Before we start, I'd like to say three things - Firstly, I'm going away to be for family soon so I might not be able to u

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Votes go quite largely to E, which I'll be honest I didn't expect - I thought the votes would go to D when I wrote it.

Sorry it's an extra day late, I just like taking the piss out of all of you (Actually I am awful at time management and I'm very sorry)

Speaking of taking the piss out of things....

 

Rivera, Jessie and Julia all bear down on Rachel, grinning menacingly

'So, how long do you thing she'll make it?' Julia says, grinning

Jessie answers - 'Not long I think. Everyone needs to go when they wake up'

'Ha, h-ha' Rachel laughs, nervously. 'T-that's were you're wrong! I-I don't n-need to go, a-at all!'

'That's not what you told me, Rach' Jessie says, grinning. 'You told me you were about to wet the bed!'

'Y-yeah, w-well...' Rachel sputters, no excuses coming to mind. 'I, err, lied!'

'Okay then' Julia says. 'We'll believe you. But we won't let you use the toilet'

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'What?'

'We'll believe that you don't need to pee. But we aren't going to let you use the toilet until you look like we do' Julia says, pointing to her pyjama pants, smirking.

'Are y-you sure you want to w-wait that long?' Rachel asks. 'I-I can h-hold pretty w-well'

'I don't know about you two but I'm not buying it' Jessie giggles. She turns to Rachel. 'You are going to pee like a fountain any minute now!'

'N-no!'

The other two nod and grin. 

'I think you might be right' Julia smirks.

Rivera pulls the waist band of her soaked pyjamas forward and lets them slap back onto her skin.

'What should we do for now then?' Rivera asks. 'I can't say I want to spend too much more time in these pyjamas, they're getting cold..'

'Yeah I gotta agree...' Julia says, looking down. 'We better head down to the laundry room and pick up some clean clothes'. She turns to the door. 'Oh - make sure Rachel doesn't  dash off to the toilets while we aren't looking'

'N-not that I e-even need to go!' Rachel insists. 

The girls make their ways out the room and down the corridor. The morning light beams through the windows. Below the airship lies what was once likely a large industrial complex, lined with manufacturies and warehouses, with an abandoned power plant dominating the skyline ahead. The ship will likely pass over them within the next few hours. The girls don't take the time to admire the scenery however, they're pre-occupied looking for the laundry room and stopping Rachel trying to bolt for every rest-room they pass.

'Come on now Rachel!' Julia says, cutting off Rachel for a fourth time. 'We've told you, you can't use the toilet! We won't let you!'

'I don't even need the toilet!' Rachel bluffs, poorly. 'I-I can hold on, for, err, weeks. Bladder like a blimp' She says, trying to look confident and smug. 'Back home they used to call me 'the girl with the iron bladder!'' she lies

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'Soon we'll be calling you the 'girl with the empty bladder' Julia smiles

'Or 'the girl with the full pyjamas'' Jessie grins

'Yeah, w-well we'll see who's laughing when I don't wet myself today!' Rachel insists. 

Of course none of the other girls buy Rachel's story, and nor does Rachel's bladder. As they walk down the corridor and Rachel insists she doesn't need to pee, her bladder reaches a level where it can't hold on to every drop, and a handful escape - Not enough to be seen from outside, but enough that Rachel can feel the heat against her skin....

 

It takes about ten minutes wandering about the ship's floor before the girls manage to find the laundry room. Julia, who refuses to admit to being lost, is quick to take credit for finding the room. The lead up to the room is a short hallway, with a door at one end. The hallway is about ten meters long. By now Rachel is holding herself firmly with one hand when ever she thinks the other three aren't looking. It hardly helps, and she's lost a couple more dribbles.

'Go on then Rach' Julia says, letting Rachel take the front of the four girls. The other two block the end of the corridor. 'Seeing as you made us soil our pyjamas, it's only fair you go and get us the clean clothes from the laundry room'

Rachel, trying her best to not clasp at her crotch with both hands, blushes. 'I, err, I could, err, do that....'. 

She doesn't move

'Well go on then!' Julia says, prodding her. 'What's the matter?'

'Well, I, umm, might need to pee- But only a little!'

'And?'

'And if I carry clothes over here....I might not make it back dry!' She admits

'Oh gee! That's awful!' Julia says, taking back her mocking tone of voice. 'It's almost as if you really need to go!'

'Err, yeah...' Rachel admits, as if she thinks the others hadn't caught on. 

'You know girls...' Julia begins, turning round to the other two. 'I seem to remember making an agreement to something before we left our bedroom!'

'And what might that have been?' Asks Jessie with a grin

'Oh come on!' Rachel moans

'Sorry Rachie!' Julia says to her, not feeling at all sorry. 'We aren't going back on our plan!'

'Arrgh! F-fine....' Rachel mumbles. She turns around and begins walking to the laundry room. 'If I do burst, I'm gonna burst on your clean clothes!'

Before she's finished saying 'clothes' though, Rachel begins leaking more, this time a small spurt which leaves a wet spot the size of an orange between her legs. She winces as she feels her panties heat up, spreading the warmth around her crotch. The damp stain on her pyjama legs is enough to brush against her thighs as she walks. Each time the wet fabric touches her skin, her bladder begs to be released. With every step, it gets closer to being released, as more and more begins to dribble out and down her legs. With each leak a hot bead of pee slides further and further down her left leg, streaking past her knee, gliding down her calf before sliding down by her ankle and landing in the carpet. By the time Rachel reaches the halfway point of the corridor, Rachel knows her attempts to hold are futile. She's about to give up when-

'Hey Rach!' Jessie says. 'If you make it to the Laundry room we'll let you go in a sink!' 

She can go! Albeit in a sink, but she could pee! The promise of not having to wet herself is enough to convince her to carry on, and she limbers onward, step after slow step. With ten steps left to the door however, Rachel's bladder begins to take over...

She leans on the wall with one arm, the other hand pulling up on her crotch in an attempt to hold it all back. She feels her bladder heat up, and her she tenses every muscle she can to help hold it in. As she feels her bladder heat up she pulls harder, only for her bladder to heat further, to which she pulls more, until her bladder wins - Her bladder squeezes hard and she shoots out a jet of pee into her panties, the cotton hardly even slowing the spurt. Her bladder pushes hard, but after a two-second spurt that leaves her ankles wet she manages to stop the flow before it becomes a flood. Barely managing to retain the ocean inside her, she stands trembling, eyes watering. She takes a deep breath then carries on.

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'You know you could just get it out the way...'

Jessie's voice startles Rachel, and another drop or two escapes 

'C-can't!' Rachel manages to gasp. 'Toilet. Sink. Pee. Soon.'

'What's that? You need to pee?' Jessie says, strategically positioning herself between Rachel and the door. Rachel nods quickly

'How bad do you need to go?' Jessie asks, really taking pleasure in Rachel's situation. 'How would you describe it?'

'B-bad! Ten outta Ten! Need-pee-now!'

'So you're definitely feeling the urge to go...' Jessie says, feigning thought. Rachel nods again.

'Tell her not to think about peeing before she reaches the sink!' Julia says from the end of the corridor. 'If she thinks about the relief she might begin peeing!'

Rivera joins in too - 'Tell her not to think about how good it feels when you finish peeing, or she might have an accident!'

'A very warm accident' Jessie says, nodding. Rachel moans. 'Very warm, all down your legs...' Rachel starts hopping foot to foot. 'Drip drip dripping down your legs...' 

Rachel moans again and spurts hard

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'Careful Rachie!' Jessie says. 'Looks like you thought about it!'

Rachel nods

'Don't worry now Rach! You'll be peeing nicely into a sink in no time!'

Rachel responds by freezing on the spot for a second, shuddering, and firing out another harsh spurt through her pyjamas. Jessie responds by giggling.

'Oh Rach!' she says quietly to her. 'You're just so cute when you're desperate...I can't just let you go!'

Rachel whimpers. She plants her foot into the carpet, making a squish, and tensing up again. She doesn't squirt this time, but a thin line of pee begins to trickle out down trouser leg over her ankle. Behind her hands a damp patch begins to grow. Rachel's bladder is reaching breaking point, and there's nothing Rachel can do but delay what is now the inevitable. 

'Don't give up now Rach!' Jessie says to her. 'You're so close!'

'Hahhh!.....' Rachel moans. 'Can.....nearly......make it......'

Rachel falls to her knees, which splash in the wet carpet. She looks up at Jessie, who is grinning. 

'I....' Rachel starts, but Jessie cuts her off.

'So close now' Jessie smiles

Rachel's bladder takes total control and the dam bursts. Every muscle in Rachel's waist clenches as her bladder forces out everything it can. Rachel can't even try to hold it back now - not that she'd even try. Her eyes roll back and she moans loudly as she pees hard into her pyjamas. Her bladder squeezes hard, again and again, spurting out jets of pee between breaths. 

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[ 1 ] - You know how spoilered content works

The longer she sits, peeing, the more powerful the urge is to help it on it's way. After 30 seconds of letting her bladder tense itself, Rachel finally bites the bullet and puts a little pressure on her bladder. The hiss after hiss is replaced by a quieter, steady sound of running water as she empties her bladder through her panties. Golden pee spills down both legs, collecting at her knees before soaking through her pyjamas and into the carpet below, leaving a dark stain on both. The other three girls watch in silence, not wanting to interrupt the sound of trickling pee and laboured breath. Through the extra effort, Rachel's bladder begins to empty faster, and the sense of relief begins to sweep over her, overcoming the previous feelings of desperation and struggle. Rachel can't hold back her moaning as her bladder falls empty, the last few squirts making their way out with a shudder. 

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Feeling relieved and very satisfied, Rachel sighs loudly. She lets herself fall from kneeling to sitting on her feet, pressing the wet fabric of her pyjamas together and squeezing out what they hold. She wipes her hands down her thighs and over the warm, wet fabric, as if trying to brush it off. Breathing in deeply and trying to hold back whimpers and moans, Rachel tries to regain composure.

'Better?' Jessie asks, smiling ear to ear.

Rachel can't hold back a massive grin. She feels sooo much better now - Her empty bladder is reward enough, and the hot wet pyjamas clinging to her legs are like a bonus. All the pee, held inside her for so long, now sits underneath her, soaking into the carpet.

Julia and Rivera walk over to Rachel, carefully avoiding the soaking carpet. 

'Now we're even' Julia grins to her. Rachel grins back weakly. She can't muster the effort to respond.

Julia hoists her to her feet and helps her over to the laundry room. Rivera and Jessie follow, admiring the mess they caused. Julia opens the door to the room, while Rachel sort of leans on her, using her for support.

In the laundry room is a man, one of the ship's crew, holding a bed sheet. Julia points to it

'Err, it was an accident! They put my hand in water!' he blurts  out

'Hey, we won't tell anyone' Rivera smirks. 'We're just as bad!'

The man smiles back, feeling relieved to not be the only one who'd wet that night. 

'So' he starts. 'You do this regular? Or is this a one off.....for all four of you'

'Well' says Julia, looking at the other three wet ladies. 'We've done it a few times recently, but its just a streak of bad luck really'

'Very wet streak' Rivera adds.

'Well' The man says. 'I shan't keep you, see you around'

 

Taking their cleaned clothes, the girls head to the showers. Cleaned up and dressed, the girls meet up in the canteen for lunch, where Amy and Jenn are sat.

'Morning girls!' Jennifer greets them, standing from her table. 'We've made it about half way to the airfield now, should be there by tonight - you all sleep well?'

The four girls exchange glances. 'Yeah' Julia says. 'That's one way to put it'

Amy looks out the window and decides to give the girls a geography lesson

'Right now we're flying over the old industrial quarters of the capital' She says, pointing toward the old building. 'That old building with the chimneys was once a munitions factory, and to the left is the old coal plant'. She turns round to the girls, smiling and proud of herself. 'We hope to take these buildings for the three banners at some point in the next year, but right now the place is overrun with raiders, bandits and scavengers'

'We're only half way over the city?' Jessie cuts in. 'We've been flying all night'

'Well' Says Jennifer. 'The capital was the largest city in the world before the war - and it's still the largest ruin'

'It used to be four cities' Amelia adds. 'They joined up in the late twenty-first century, around a decade or two before the war'

The four girls glance out the window. The ruined buildings sit below, mostly still. Mostly. The occasional scavenger can be made out, darting building to building, some of them staring at the ship in awe.

'Hey!' Rivera starts, pressing her head to the glass. 'That factory over there is on fire!'

Amelia and Jennifer look out at the factory. There are two giant chimneys, towering over the city, both of which are billowing out smoke. Jennifer frowns, Amelia's face drains pale.

'T-that's not on fire, someone has it working....It's the old coal plant. Anyone who could get that place up and running could power most of the city'

'And that's why we need it' Jennifer says.

A dull 'Thud' from outside has the girls all alert. A few seconds of silence, before a flash erupts a few hundred yards from the ship. Jennifer immediately pushes herself from the window and makes a dash for the control room. Amelia stays however, glued to her feet, which are stood in a new puddle of Amelia's own making.

'What's the matter?' Rivera asks, as three more thuds ring out. 'They look like fireworks'

Three more flashes, all much closer this time, and much louder. The blast shock Amelia, who jumps backward, landing on her ass. Jennifer comes charging back into the room. She picks Amy off the floor

'You okay?' She asks her, though she doesn't really expect an answer. She nearly drops her as more thuds ring out from outside

Amelia comes to her senses and nods at Jennifer, though she's still a pale white

'What's going on?' Julia asks. 'Who's shooting us and why?'

'We don't know' Jenn says. 'But whoever it is has the power plant, and that's an issue, and we've flown right into their range-'

As if to prove a point one of the rounds scores a direct hit on one of the other ships, shredding the cabin and ripping the balloon apart. What's left of the frame begins to plummet in a ball of flame, leaving thick black smoke behind. More thuds ring out below, before more blasts rock the ship, some hitting the third. The third ship takes a direct shot in the balloon, ripping it in half. The cabin falls one way while the tail falls the other.  Just one ship left....

More blasts near the ship, until one goes off near enough to shatter the glass and tear a hole in the balloon. Shards of glass get spattered against the four girls, but Julia takes the brunt of the blast, knocking her against the wall and leaving her unconscious 

 

Julia comes to, slowly opening her eyes and adjusting to the light. She looks around, trying to gauge her surroundings. She's left sat leaning against a ruined brick wall, with Jessie to one side, and Rivera to the other. Rachel is stood with a gun pointed at some woman against the wall.

'R-Rach?' Julia wheezes. 'What are y-you...?'

'Woke up and this woman was prodding you with bits of metal, figured she was some sort of nut job'

'I'm a doctor you halfwit!' The woman shouts. 'She was full of bits of glass, I pulled them out. Same as you, same as the other two'

Julia looks down at herself. Her arms are a little cut up, and there is a fair number of glass shards piled up a few feet from her. The doctor seems mostly unphased by Rachel's gun, just inches from her face. She's about average height and has an unwashed bob of messy black hair. Her eyes are a vibrant green, clear even at a distance. She wears a bloodied leather apron with a red cross crudely painted on, and a dirty surgeons mask around her neck. Beneath the apron she wears a sort of black tattered shirt and a pair of dirt green shorts which have seen better days. She completes the look with some tattered work boots, taped in place where the laces have worn away. Rachel drops the gun to her side and the doctor grins. 

'Pleased to meet you all' she says, grinning. 'I'm Samantha, I will be your field surgeon today'

T-thanks for helping us' Julia says, more thankful than Rachel, who still eyes the doctor with suspicion. 

'Gonna need more than just thanks, I'm afraid' says Samantha. 'See, I've been playing around with some stuff I need tested, and I can't test it myself. I'll stick with you four if you're willing to do it for me'

'Look, we need to find out what happened to the ship we were on' Julia says, explaining the situation. 'We can't -'

'Hey, I'll go with you' Samantha cuts in. 'Not like I've got anywhere better to be, group I was with was killed'

'What killed them?'

'Something I thought would make them be able to breathe under-water. Turns out it also stopped them breathing air'

'Did it work underwater?'

'No idea, there's no water around here'

'Jules' Rachel interrupts. 'The girls from the Three Banners were fine, they've all left though. Wasn't safe for them to stay around here, and it's not really safe for us'

'Sure would be safer with a medic' Samantha pipes up. Julia nods in agreement. 'And I'd be safer with an escort of four girls'

'I guess it is in our best interest' Julia says. 'Let's stick together'

'Great!' chirps Samantha. 'Now, where do we go from here? I kinda need the loo, so if you'd keep an eye out for something that'd be great'

'The girls from the Three Banners told me that the airfield is straight that way' Says Rachel, gesturing toward the smoking chimneys of the power plant. 'Only thing is, we'd have to pass that to get there, and then it's a two day walk.'

'Any other options?' Jessie asks, apparently having come to a few moments earlier.

'Shoot ourselves now and get it out the way?' Rachel suggests. 'There's nothing around here but rad-foxes and vermin, we'd be dead within days if we tried going anywhere else, we've only got a couple days supplies. We lost all our guns except for Julia's rifle and my pistol, and we've only got the clothes we're wearing now. As for food, we've got two days worth. We have to go past the plant or we're done for'

'So how do we pass the power plant?'

1 - To the left of the plant is the munitions plant. With the power-plant working, it's likely that the munitions plant is working too. It'll likely have a variety and an abundance of fire-arms and perhaps scrap metal for armour. It's also likely to be well patrolled, though low on food and spare clothes. Somewhere like a munitions plant is likely to be guarded by men with orders to shoot on sight, though considering the threat of high-explosives on sight there will likely be only the bare minimum of patrols and guards.

2 - Through the plant. To go directly to the plant would be going to whoever shot down the blimp. It'll likely be Very well patrolled, but also very well supplied. If the girls could sneak through, they could probably come out quite well equipped, though they're also likely to end up in trouble if they get caught. Assuming of course that they aren't shot on sight.

3 - To the right of the power plant lies a large residential building, likely used for accommodation for which ever faction is running the power plant. Even in the mid-day light the girls can see electric lighting. The building will likely be populated, but poorly guarded, considering it's the least important target.

 

'What ever we do' says Julia. 'We'll have to try and either sneak around undetected or try to blend in. We also need to take as many supplies as we need'

 

Thanks again for reading, and sorry once more for the delay. Requests are still being worked on, feel free also to add to the request list. Feedback always welcome

 

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As her bladder shoots out all it can, Rachel is left helpless, and her filling bowels take advantage of the situation. With each squeeze of her bladder, he bowels squeeze too. Rachel can only hope that she manages to not evacuate both ends, but her bowels don't share that ambition. Rachel can't even react as she feels her backside give way to a solid load, which pushes its way out, pressing into her panties and pushing them off of her skin. Though mostly drowned out by the violent hiss and spray from her bladder, a sound of wet crumpling is still just about audible as her mess collapses in on itself, squishing between her underwear and her skin. With each additional clench, she feels the mass spread against her ass and the weight on her poor panties. She can only hope that the mess is not visible from the outside....

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In the same way she helps her bladder empty itself, Rachel too pushes on her bowels, letting the contents of them slide out, squashing between her cheeks and pressing against her skin. The mess, pressed against her skin, weighs down heavily on her panties, pulling the waistband down a little. As she pushes she can feel the heat of the mess spread slowly over her skin, and she tries not to think of how she's going to get away with it. As her bowels empty, she's too relieved and exhausted to show any shame

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13 hours ago, Potty-Polly said:

2 and hidden 2

Err, that isn't a choice, it's the order it comes in. So where there's the [ 1 ] and [ 2 ] in the story, those who want messing content can scroll down to the spoiler to see what happens. So where there's the [ 1 ] you scroll down to [ 1 ] in the spoiler, same for [ 2 ]

This is entirely because I can't figure out how to do a spoiler in the middle of text without ruining everything

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 Fashionably late, as always. 

Votes go to option 2: straight through the power plant.

 

Julia, Samantha, Rachel and Jessie discuss where to go. Julia argues that the munitions depot will let the girls arm themselves, but the others argue that it's also the place that they're most likely to get shot at and/or blown up. Rivera starts waking up. Rachel argues that the power plant would be best, but the others argue that going straight into their heart of the people who shot them out the sky is asking for trouble. Rivera sits up and scratches her arms. Samantha suggests heading through the old residential block, but the others argue that I would be the busiest there and they'd be spotted immediately. Rivera stands up and walks over to the group

'hey guys...' she says, yawning. 'What are you all doing?'

The girls stop discussing where to go and look at Rivera. Rivera seems like she's just woke up for the first time, like the whole airship crash didn't happen

'Rivera' Julia says. 'Do you know where we are? Do you know what's going on?'

Rivera glances around. 'Doesn't seem familiar' she confirms. 'Definitely not the airship'

Rachel tilts her head and looks at Rivera. 'You don't seem too bothered' she says. 

Rivera shrugs. 'So' she says. 'What's our plan?'

Rachel answers before the others have a chance to. 'We're going to try and get through the power plant without getting caught'. Julia and Samantha are clearly not pleased with this plan, but it's no use arguing. Rachel looks back at them, and turns around grinning when they don't argue. 'We'll try and pick some stuff up while we're in there, but our main goal is to get through, quick as we can'

Rivera nods. 'Let's get moving then' she says, sounding uncertain

 

The walk toward the factory is a quiet one. The ruined industrial sector has a few old abandoned store houses and some other buildings, but anything of use has been taken long ago. Jessie does manage to arm herself with a piece of old copper pipe she finds laying around. 

The streets are silent, except the girl's foot steps. Four sets of boots and Julia's bare soles slap on the rubble-strewn road, occasionally kicking a bit or rock or brick along with them. In the husks of old buildings the girls catch glimpses of vermin scattering about, kicking up dust as they scamper out of sight. Sometimes larger creatures will stare the down through old windows, but nothing makes a move for any of them. Jessie's copper tube must scare them away...

The walls of old buildings comes to an abrupt stop, opening up into a concrete parking lot. Aside from the rusted frames of old cars which have long since been scrapped, the park is empty.

'Okay' sighs Julia. 'Now what?'

'I've been here before...' Samantha says. 'There won't be anyone until we reach the inner wall. Should be two guards on a post, so get ready to shoot'

The other four nod and keep walking, Julia and Rachel with their pistols in hand, a round chambered and the safeties off. Jessie grips her rod with both hands like a shit claymore. Rivera keeps alert, ears twitching as she glances side to side. Samantha adjusts her apron and tries to avoid holding herself - she needs the toilet, and is starting to regret not going when she had a chance...

the girls make it to the inner wall - a ten foot brick wall, mostly intact. Some parts of the wall are held together with bits of rebar or sheets of metal where the masonry has aged poorly. The girls put themselves against the wall, quickly planning what to do before they go in

'right' begins Rachel. 'We need to sneak through, try not to let anyone see us, let's-'

'hold on!' Rivera cuts in. 'I can hear someone on the other side'

'what are they doing?'

'there's two of them, both girls. One red head, one blonde. Red head has some sort of handmade revolver rifle, blondie has a similar thing. They're wearing guard uniforms and bits of scrap metal. Blonde one is going off to pee...'

'you can get all that just from sound?' Julia asks, impressed.

'huh? Oh, no, there's a little hole in the wall here. But I can hear them talking.'

'so' says Rachel, cutting back in. 'Just one left?'. Rivera nods. 

'She needs to pee too, we could wait for her to go as well'

'No' says Rachel. 'We'll jump on her and take her stuff. How's she doing?'

Rivera looks back into the hole.

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'shes too far away' Rivera says. 'You could never jump that far'

Rachel sighs and looks through the hole herself. 

'Yeah, she's too far, she'd get one of us if we made a move'

'that wall looks too tall to climb anyway' Rivera adds. 'Even if you made it to the top before she saw you, you wouldn't make the jum-'

'Rivera!' Rachel snaps. 'We aren't going to jump on her!'

'who's there?' Comes a voice from the other side of the wall.

'No-one!' Rivera replies. Rachel nearly explodes. 

'S-show yourself!' The voice says, quivering. 

Before Rachel manages to clamp her hand over Rivera's mouth, Rivera manages to shout out 'no!'

Footsteps begin to come toward the wall, loud enough for all the girls to hear. Rachel, hand still on Rivera's mouth, raises her other hand in a fist, but Julia holds her back. 

'Not now!' Julia whispers. 'Get ready'

The two girls armed with guns take the front, fingers on triggers. Rachel pulls back the hammer on her revolver, clicking quietly as it locks into place. Julia checks the chamber of her own pistol, pulling back the slide and slowly sliding it back. The footsteps are slow and unenthusiastic - who ever it doesn't want to come over...

The footsteps slow down more, each step now taking almost twice as long. As careful as the person is, each step seems to thunder in the silence as the girls all hold their breath. 

Another step closer. A bead of sweat runs down Julia's forehead. Adrenaline surges through her.

Another step. The step kicks a stone foreward, the sight of which nearly making Rachel fire.

The girl audibly swallows before her next step. She's just feet away from the wall. Every sound seems to scream. The subtle scampering of Fermin transformed into cacophonous rumbling. Each footstep becoming a monstrous thud.

Another step. A longer delay this time. The girl is terrified of what will be in the other side of the wall.

another step closer and-

Jessie yanks hard on the barrel of the gun as it comes into view - the girl shrieks and the gun clatters to the ground. Jessie then throws a punch at the girl, landing one square on the chest right as Rachel fires her revolver with a deafening crack. The round thumps into the wall, missing the girl by a good distance. Jessie, now with her ears ringing, pushes the girl up against the wall. Disarmed, bruised and terrified, the girls looks as though she might burst out into tears. Julia draws her pistol up to the girl, aiming it directly at her head. Staring down the barrel, the girl drops her cigarette and loses control of her bladder as death looks her in the eye. 

The silence that had hung in the air is replaced by the splattering of urine onto dusty concrete and the supressed sobs of the girl. A subtle hiss can be heard up close, indicating the force the girl is peeing at, if the spray and streaks down her legs didn't. Two puddles grow around either foot within seconds, both becoming one within the minute. The sunlight beaming down shows a deep gold colour in the puddle - she ought to drink more water if nothing else. Another quiet hiss as the puddle grows over the end of the cigarette, putting it out. The girl's bladder finishes after a minute and a half of peeing, though drips still splatter onto the ground. The girl swallows again now that she's emptied her bladder.

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'aww, poor little armed guard had an accident' Rachel says, poking fun at the poor girl. The girl sniffs and leans against the wall, legs still dripping into the puddle. 

'I-I-I just w-wanna.. she mumbles

'you Just wanna listen here, wet legs, we're taking your gun and we're going through that place, quick as we can, you say a word and I will personally rip of your-'

'Rachel!' Julia interjects. 'Good word Rachel! She's already pissed herself, you trying to make her follow through?'

'what? I-! She-! She would have shot us without hesitating! If I want to humiliate her I will!'

'Look, I know Rivera's annoyed you, but don't take it out in her! She's just doing her job!'. Julia steps over to the girl, who is now slumped in her own puddle, letting it soak into the back of her dress and into her white cotton underwear. Julia reaches out her hand and helps the girl up, ignoring the cooling puddle as she steps in it. 

'Don't help her up! She would have blown us open! We should just shoot her now and-'

'Rachel!' Julia cuts her off again. 'Look at the poor girl, she's soaked! Come here you...' she says, taking the girl in for a sympathetic hug. 'Don't feel bad, all part of the job, right?' She says, grinning. The girl smiles and nods weakly. 

Jessie walks over with the gun, turning the cylinder as she does. She tilts the gun and lets the cylinder fall open. She pulls a round out a chamber and looks at it. 

'.45-70' Jessie says, reading the engraving on the base of the round. 'Big rounds, great against big muties or game. She really would have blown us open'

'Jess, empty the gun' Julia says. She looks back at the guard. 'Hey, sweetie, what's your name?'

'Sweetie!?' Rachel all but shouts. 'The bitch was going to blow a hole clean through us!'

'I-I-I'm Annie...' She says. 

'Right, Annie, hand me over all your ammo' Julia commands. Julia turns to Rachel and gestures toward Annie

'You want me to shoot her?' Rachel asks, quickly,  not trying to hiding her enthusiasm. 

'not unless she makes a move' Julia answers. Julia turns back to Annie, who hands over twelve rounds. Julia puts them in her pocket. 'Jessie, hand Annie her gun' Julia says. Jessie hands over the unloaded gun. 

'Right, Annie, you've captured us now, take us through the factory as far as your holding cells, then we'll escape, okay?

'I-I, uh, sure...' Annie says. 'C-could I get changed first? I don't want them to see this...'

'hmm? Oh, sure!' Julia smiles. Annie walks into the guard post, smiling in thanks.

'nice good cop bad cop!' Samantha says to the two girls. 'You two are playing her like a fiddle!'

'what cop now?' Asks Rachel

'Rivera!' Julia says, calling her over. 'When's the other guard coming back?'

'she'll be a little while' Rivera answers. 

'Why, what's up?'

'she's not pee'd yet, I can hear her still stepping about....sounds like she's not going anywhere though.....oh no, she's going alright, straight in her pants. I can hear it hissi-'

'yes thank you Rivera!' Samantha interrupts. 'Not so much detail, I gotta go myself!'

Annie comes back out the room in a clean dress, though her legs still glisten in the light. 

'Right, l-lets go...' she says. Julia checks the girls rifle is still empty, and then the group moves forward, a few paces behind her. 

'So' says Julia to Annie.'tell us about this place'

'w-well, we're the people of mechania. W-we only just declared ourselves, up until now we've been building up, but now we're going to stand out! And we're going to block off ourselves from any imperial power that tries to conquer us, like the angel ships we shot down'

'Angels? You mean the three banners? Why do people call them angels?'

'well, they fly for one.' Annie says. 'Second, they come from the three city airport in Angelstown at the far end of the city. Three banners is only their military. I hear their territory is massive, and that they have gladiators and coloseums...'

'So why shoot them down?'

'because anyone they can't convince to join them they destroy. If you do join them, they demand tributes for their 'protection and stability', but the only people we need protection from is them'

'what about raider groups like the warhogs? Don't they threaten you?'

'It's easier to fight off warhog raiding teams than Angel airships and zeppelins. And anyway, we recently aquired a bargaining tool against the warhogs' Annie says, stopping still.

'oh yeah? What is it?' Julia asks. 

Almost as soon as Julia asks her question the sound of clacking erupts around them. By now, they are inside the power plant, in some sort of old truck depot. All around the room now are guns, pointed at the five girls, locked and loaded.

'well' Annie says. 'We have one of their own, now we have you. As long as we have you here, they won't dare attack'

Julia is shocked and isn't afraid to show it. 'What!? Warhogs! We aren't- I've been running from those bastards for-!'

'look, we know one of you is a famous warhog with a real high rank. And that means you're all warhogs as far as we're concerned. Sorry sweetie' Annie says. 'It's just my job'

 

The five girls are thrown into cells, each cell made from scrap materials, with two mattresses. Two girls to a cell, and Samantha has her own.

'i gotta say' Jessie begins. I had no idea I was well known...'

'I guess you really were the chief's favourite!' Julia says, laughing. She turns to Samantha. 

'Hey, Sammie, did we ever tell you that Jess used to be a warhog? That's why we're here now...'

'oh, i- really?' Samantha stutters. 'That's, uh, impressive! L-look, I really gotta pee, can start thinking of a way out?'

'oh, I, um, sure!' Julia answers. 'Any ideas?'

'well' says Rachel. We could always break out these cages and run. The locks are rusted and you can pull them open, watch'

Rachel grabs a lock and pulls at the latch. With a little effort it snaps out with a *chunk*

'I noticed there was a store room next door' Rivera says. 'We could take a couple uniforms and sneak out in disguises'

'Or' says Jessie. 'We could fight our way out. If the store room is there, we could take their guns and shoot our way out'

'We could just try sneaking out again' suggests Rivera. 'Just gotta make sure we don't get seen again'

'what do you think Samantha?' Asks Rivera

'what're the options?' Samantha asks. 

1) 'we break out and bolt for an exit, bullets zipping past us, all exhilarating like'

2) 'we steal some uniforms from the store room and blend in, then leave once we can'

3) 'we pick up some guns and shoot our way out, raider style!'

4) 'we sneak out and don't get seen by anyone, like ghosts'

 

which option do they pick?

'which one gets me to a toilet sooner? I'm about to burst here...' Samantha moans.

'youll have to wait a little while' Julia tells her. 'We can't leave a trail behind, but once we're out you can go where you like'

 

once again, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. A big thanks as well to @MsFortune-Take for helping me this week with ideas and planning - couldn't have got an update out this week without her help

Feedback and criticism is very welcome, so give me your worst. Oh, excuse any spelling mistakes this week, had to write on a tablet

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So. Three weeks. That's a new record Dimwitrolo. That's a new one. Three weeks? What have you been doing for three weeks that kept you from this?

Well, I'd tell if you if it was anything interesting. But no, I've not had a lot of free time at home, and what I have had free I've done something else with. But hey, I'm back now, so let's get back on with things! 

Votes go to two

 

Rachel throws the rusty lock from one hand to the other, slapping gently as she tosses it left to right. It broke off fairly easily, so it's likely that the people of Mechania aren't used to holding onto hostages. Or they're low on supplies. Either way, it bodes well for the girls

Samantha, hands between her legs, takes a deep breath and sighs. 

'Right' She says, having decided. 'We'll make a dash for their store room and take some of their uniform coats. Then we'll just walk out like we belong here'

'What if they see through our disguises?' Julia asks

'Err, keep out the way of others, I guess. Don't let them get too close'

Julia nods. 'As a last resort, we might need to shoot someone. Try to avoid it at all costs'

The other girls all nod and stand up in the cell. The rusted locks are easy to snap open, and the girls manage to walk out with next to no effort. A quick glance in either direction shows the coast is clear, and the five make a dash for the store room just ahead. 

The store room was likely just once an old store room. Some things never change. The room is around 3-4 meters in all directions, with metal shelves lining the walls. On the shelves lie old parts from machinery, ranging from nuts and bolts to half an engine sat solemnly in one corner of the room. On one shelf lie seven spare coats and some scrap metal pieces, probably used as makeshift armour. The girls soon discover that this store room is used for scrap storage - even the coats are worn down and low quality. Still, they fit and they don't fall apart, and there are some bags to go with them. Coats on, the girls leave the store room and head back into the warehouse.

The Warehouse itself massive, large enough to house small aircraft, if it weren't for the small shacks built inside it. The shacks don't appear to be for living in though - there's a separate building outside for that. The shacks instead appear more like custom garages - some with cars, some with other types of machinery. 

'Do you see what they're making in those?' Julia pipes up

'Yeah...That's some impressive stuff' Samantha answers. Despite her desperate bladder, she seems to be eyeing the garages up intently, and who could blame her, the level of work going into the machines they're making.

'That's a walker' Sam says, looking down far one end. 'Four legged walker, that's some advanced tech these guys have'

'All the better to leave quickly then' Julia says. She looks at the other three girls who are trying to act like they belong. 

The short walk through the warehouse is agonising. Short, but agonising. Every sound makes the girls twitch, as they imagine all eyes on them as they walk down the middle of the place. However, after ten minutes of sweating and twitching from nerves, they make it to the exit. Julia takes the lead, and pushes open a regular sized iron, leading the girls back into the open. The girls start to jog as freedom embraces them, they've made it!

'Hey!'

Maybe not

The girls turn around on the spot, standing rigid in fear. On a bench against the wall is a girl. She look barely eighteen, but you know, for legal reasons and the like she is. She's a foot or so shorter than Julia, and she's missing one leg. Where her leg should be is a robotic replacement, which the girl is hugging to her chest, and was fiddling with until the five walked past her. She eyes them through her goggles, and flashes them a grin

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'Where are you lot off to?' She says

None of the girls want to answer, and the girl on the bench seems to notice this - she raises an eyebrow in the silence

'Out!' Julia spurts out. 'Just, you know! Going for a walk!'

'You sound awfully nervous' the girl says. 'What are you really up to?'

Julia lets out a nervous laugh, and Rachel steps up to take her place as chief conversationalist. 

'Alright, you caught us! We were going out for a quick cig' She says, trying to act casual about it and not doing too well. The girl seems to buy it though

'Huh' She grunts. 'I can appreciate your honesty at least, either brave or stupid'

'I - umm, what do you mean?'

The girl looks at them, leaning on one leg. She laughs once

'You really don't know? Are you all - Oh! I get it now!' She says, leaning back. 'You're the new recruits, aren't you? I knew you didn't look familiar! Well, what a way to get to know me, I'm Tinker, but you can all call me lord high Empress of Mechania'

'L-Lord High Empress?' Julia says, trying to sound more curious than scared.

'Well, it's still an unofficial title, but me and my brother run the show 'round here' she says with a proud grin. 'Has he not given you your briefings yet?'

'Not yet, Tinkles' Rivera says with a cheeky grin

Tinker frowns. 'Not smart'

'Sorry' Julia says, before Rivera can start digging a hole. 'We'll see him as soon as we-'

'I didn't mean the briefing. Don't call me tinkles'

'Sure! Won't call you that again!' Rachel insists, laughing nervously. 'Anyway, we'll be on our way...'

'I don't know about that!' Tinker says, 'I mean we hardly know each other!'

The girls exchange glances with one another. 

'Girl's gotta know her subordinates, right?' Tinker goes on. 'So, where're you all from?'

'We just sort of travel around the stations' Julia says. 'Found this place and decided we'd stay - say, what happened to your leg?'

'Oh this?' Tinker says, pointing to a plaster on her normal leg. 'Fell over, scraped it, no biggie!'

'I kinda meant the other one'

'Oh no, that one was fine, not even a scratch on the paintwork'

Julia just looks at her

'Alright, I lost it'

'Where?'

'Well, if I knew that I wouldn't have lost it'

Rivera can't hold back a chuckle, and Tinker smiles when Rivera laughs. 

'So, blue girl, tell us about yourself' Tinker says, losing interest in Julia.

'Me? Oh, I'm Rivera!'

'Anything else?' Tinker asks

'No, not really, that's about it'

Tinker smiles at her. 'Secretive huh? I'm sure I could work those secrets out of you sometime!'

Rachel is glaring at Rivera. She hasn't said anything yet, but Rachel just knows Rivera's about to put her foot in it

'I-I'm sure I could tell you somethings about me...' Rivera says, a little nervous

Tinker grins at her. 'Maybe you can tell me sometime over dinner, I know a lovely shack in the warehouse I could take you to, they make great food, and there's a lovely private booth'

Rivera blushes, and puts a wing to her face, all bashful. Tinker smiles at her again.

'I'll give you a while to think about it' Tinker says 'You know where to find me'

'So, we good to go?' Julia butts in. Tinker frowns and looks to her

'Way to ruin the moment, blondie' Tinker says, dropping her flirty tone. 'Anyway, go have your cig break, I'll see you in five'

'So' Rivera cuts in still blushing. Tinker immediately looks over grinning. 'Tell us about your leg'

'Lost it in a fist fight with...seven Monitors. I mean I won the fight, but I lost a leg'

'Really? When was that!?' Rivera presses, completely impressed

'Just last week' Tinker says, trying to look tough. 'No biggie!'

'Do you want me to take a look at it?' Sam asks

Tinker looks over. 'What?'

'I'm a surgeon. I could make sure the wound's clean and all tha-'

'Alright, I lost my leg when I was eight. Although it was to a monitor. It chewed it off, but I managed to shoot it in the head before it got the rest of me' 

'Wow, that's rough' Rivera cuts in. 'I hope you were okay, that sounds awful!'

Tinker blushes this time. 'Y-yeah! I was fine...' She says, looking away. 

'What's a monitor?' Rachel asks.

'You never seen a monitor?' Tinker asks, recovering from her blush. 'It's a giant sort of lizard, twelve meters long and two meters tall. Huge teeth, tough skin, and really bad breath, but most people don't know that'

'Why don't they know that?'

'Because if you're close enough to smell it's breath, you're probably dead'

'How did you get away?' Rivera asks. Tinker's already said how, but she won't refuse an opportunity to boast

'Picked up my dad's gun, blasted it in the eyes, big green bastard was dead before he could even swallow'

'Wow, that's really brave!' Rivera says, genuinely entranced by the story. Tinker blushes again. 

Tinker's about to carry on when the door the girls had come through is almost thrown off it's hinges. A huge man, built like a shed and with one robotic arm charges through, his eyes like fire.

'Tinker!' He yells. 'Bad news. Those girls fled'

'What girls?' Tinker says, turning immediately to the huge man. 'When did we get girls?'

'We caught five girls, Warhogs. Annie bought them in'

'Annie? The redhead?'

'That's the one'

'Huh, didn't know she had it in her' 

Tinker turns to the girls - or she turns to where they were. The five girls have ran full pelt around a corner. She turns back to the huge man

'Tank, big bro, I think I know who those girls are'

 

'We gotta leave!' Julia shouts to the other four while they run. 'We've been discovered!'

'Why are we running back inside!?' Sam shouts, trying to run and also hold onto herself

'Gonna grab a car!' Julia answers. The five girls jump into a garage. There's a shocked mechanic playing with a truck's engine. Rachel headbutts him and shoves him out the garage. He staggers and falls onto the floor while Julia slams the bonnet shut and the five jump in the car. He clambers to his feet, but by the time he does the girls are pulling out, he barely has time to dive out the way before the girls are gone with the truck

'Drive! Drive!' Rachel shouts, taking Julia's pistol from Julia's coat pocket. 

Julia in the drivers seat, Rachel in the passenger's seat, the other three in the back, Samantha's hands between her thighs. Rachel winds down the window and racks the slide on the gun, holding it at the ready. Julia charges the car forward, straight into one of the old sliding garage doors. The rusted metal doesn't give much resistance, but the whole car shudders, Sam nearly losing control as she's thrown forward. The car bursts out the door, ripping a hole through it and thumping down on the ground outside, merely yards away from a stunned Tinker. Tinker grabs a handmade revolver from in her shirt and fires off a couple shots at the car. Each one hits with a *Thunk* but the car shrugs them off

Julia pulls on the wheel and the car screeches as the tyres are dragged over the concrete floor. 

'North! Go North!' Samantha shouts. 'We'll be safer that way!'

'What way is North!?' Julia responds. She doesn't get an answer, the conversation is interrupted when a brick wall is shattered ahead of them and an armoured van powers through. The van has a familiar insignia painted crudely over the passenger side window. A hog.

A hatch in the top of the van bursts open, as the abandoned house it burst through begins to collapse behind it. A man in body armour and a steel helmet climbs out, grabbing hold of the machine guns mounted on the top of the van. 

Julia swerves hard, pulling the car into a full 180, throwing the girls in the back to one side, squeezing down hard on Sam's bladder. Sam moans as she tries desperately to hold back. A series of gunshots signals the Warhog van firing off, and a series of thumps into the back of the car signals the rounds hitting. The large rounds manage to rip through the car's first layer of armour, becoming embedded in a second layer underneath. Julia can't help but be impressed by Mechania's engineering. 

Rachel leans out the window with her gun and fires a couple pot shots at the van, all of them landing in the thick steel plates bolted to the front of it. Julia slams her foot on the accelerator and the tyres squeal as they fail to grip the concrete floor.  Another wall is smashed over as a Mechania walker stamps on it, aiming two massive cannons directly at the Warhog car and pounding a couple rounds at it. The Van is thrown against a wall, and the gunner on top falls limp for a moment, before pushing himself back up. Rachel scores a direct shot on his head, knocking the gunner back again, but the thick steel deflects it too. The Mechania walker swivels around and takes aim at the girl's car, finally getting traction and speeding down the road, before swerving hard and skidding around a corner. 

'The fuck is that?' Samantha blurts out, pointing to the sky. 'Some sort of long thing in the air!'

With bullets zipping around the air, Julia can barely manage to catch a look at what Sam means. In the sky, quite a distance away, is some sort of airship, far larger than the ships that took the girls from Goldfall. 

'Stop staring at it and drive!' Samantha shouts. 'We gotta get out before we get-'

*Thunk*

A large round slams into the car's right door, knocking it off course enough for it to slam into a wall head on. The girls are thrown forward in the car, face planting the first things in front of them. Samantha shoots a hot streak into her shorts for just a second, but enough for her to yelp and grab herself hard as the heat spreads down her backside. 

'Sam? What's wrong?' Julia shouts back

'I'm gonna-! The skies! In the skies!!'

Above the sounds of gunfire as the people of Mechania fight off the Warhog van - which is joined by another three vans - a whirr of engines roars over head. From over the rooftops, a wave of biplanes scream over head, bearing the insignia of the three banners. As the fly over, a small series of blasts follow them, and the girls realise too late that they're caught in the middle of a bombing run. 

'Turn! TURN!' Samantha screams, as each blast gets close to the car. The first wave of planes shriek past the car, blasts following them about two seconds behind. Julia can barely turn the car around before a bomb lands barely meters away, tossing the car down the road, but out the path of more bombs. Samantha groans hard as she pulls hard on her crotch with both hands, barely holding back the growing lake inside her bladder. 

A second wave of planes begins drawing into view, and Julia turns the car hard and speeds directly out the path of the next wave on it's way. A dull thud in the background sounds as Mechania's AA guns are bought to life, casting flak rounds into the air. The first wave of planes begins to turn around and comes in for a second run while flak rounds explode in the air around them. 

'Julia! Behind us!' Rivera shouts. A glance in the wing mirror shows another truck from Mechania gaining on them

'Jules, turn hard, I'll take a couple shots at them!' Rachel shouts, leaning out the window before Julia can protest. A few loud bangs sound as the rounds embed themselves in the other car's window. Rachel slumps back inside the car.

'Didn't work, let me check the glove compartment'

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More heavy thuds sound in the distance as the girls drive further from Mechania. The roar of engines grows once more as the second wave of bombers returns, flak bursts around them. One plane is caught on the tail by a shell, blowing the rear end to shreds. What remains spirals into the floor in a ball of smoke and flame. 

The louder thuds from behind reveal themselves as massive shells begin to pound the road. Each blast rips the road apart and throws rubble into the air, showering the car with clumps of rock and stone. A sharp hiss in the back of the car indicates Samantha's fear as she loses a harsh spurt against the seat of the chair. 

'I think we better pull over, Julie!' Jess shouts from the back as a small puddle from under Sam touches her hand. 

'No time!' Julia shouts back. 'We're getting -'

A blast cuts her off, pounding the car behind them directly and shattering the entire car. The chasing car is completely obliterated, leaving just a smoking crater behind. The girl's car has the rear thrown in the air a foot or so, before it slams back down. The blast causes the car to spin out, and as it comes to a close another shell lands

The blast Throws the car into the air, spinning it over a few times before it lands on the floor in a heap. Firing continues in the distance, but the directly nearby area falls quiet.

'E-everyone okay?' Julia asks, not knowing what to expect

The others all answer with some form of 'yes', but Sam has extra to say

'I g-gotta go! Now!'

'Alright, let's get moving first' Julia insists. 'Wait until we can't see them any more'

Samantha nods, but her bladder doesn't agree. It squeezes hard and Samantha shoots a yellow jet out her shorts, wincing. 

'Point made' Julia says. 'Let's get a move on'

The girls all keep moving, jogging around corners in an attempt to get away. Where ever they turn, they're somehow in line of sight of the Mechania power plant. More waves of bombers are flying over the plant, and the airship in the distance is slowly moving closer. Mechania has got better and shooting them down now though, and each wave suffers more losses than the last until one wave is completely downed. Meanwhile, Mechania forces are fighting off the Warhog's raiding vans successfully, but the Warhogs keep coming. 

'G-guys!' Sam blurts. 'C-could we just find a place where I could go?'

'Like where, Sam?' Julia shouts. 'We're getting shot at, not the best time for a piss!'

Sam bends over double and shudders as another streak runs down her leg. 

'Just go Sam!' Julia shouts. 'You can get clean shorts later!'

'N-no, I'll make it!'

Sam's actions speak louder than words though, and Sam can hardly move anymore. She's barely shuffling her legs one at a time, and there seems to be a constant thin yellow streak running down her leg, creating a damp spot on her socks. She moans urgently, doing her best to stem the flow. 

'L-let's go' Sam moans, trying to hold back what she can. The dark streak down her shorts would be enough to make anyone else give up, but Sam seems determined to win the fight against her bladder. 

'Sam, just let it out, you're gonna hurt yourself' Jessie says, eyes glued on Sam's increasingly wet shorts.

'N-no! Let's k-keep moving!'

Sam manages to stumble forwards a few paces, the others stand and watch her. She freezes again, and bends over double. Sam breathes in hard, then out, then in again and

'Hnnn!'

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Her whole body tenses and her bladders squeezes hard. A fierce hiss sounds as she forces out a powerful jet of hot piss into her shorts, which sprays out the legs and splatters on the floor, creating an almost immediate puddle around her. She moans, and then tenses again as she forces out another jet into her soiled knickers. It doesn't show through her shorts, but a yellow wet stain floods over the white fabric of her underwear, bringing the familiar heat of pee coursing over her skin. She tenses up one more time, and doesn't un-tense this time. Her bladder gives way, and without even meaning to Samantha pees as hard as she can into her shorts. She manages to mutter a few obscenities, but nothing to stop the forceful flow of her bladder expelling all it can. Her hands, still clamped against herself, manage to catch  a lot of her pee, soaking her fingers in the hot yellow fluids flowing out of her. Pee floods out her shorts, staining the material a dark shade as it soaks in, clinging against her glistening skin. In the cool morning air, steam clouds begins to surround Samantha's legs, rising and dissipating quickly. The pee runs in lines down her skin, creating a yellow cobweb pattern down her legs as each dribble finds its own path. What doesn't cling to her skin is thrown off in streams, slapping into the dusty floor. Samantha's boots, thick and made to keep her warm, absorb the flowing pee like a sponge, holding in what they can of the cascading golden river that flows into them. The fabric absorbs the liquid, keeping them warm around her feet, and of course some pee manages to run straight down her sock, soaking over her feet and clinging to them. Samantha's frozen stupor is soon replaced by fast breathing as relief takes ahold of her, making her shiver and grin. As a wave of relief sweeps up her back, she can't hold back one or two satisfied moans. Her bladder empties, but even still the pee that clings to her legs falls from them and into the massive puddle she's stood in. It takes almost three minutes, start to finish, for Samantha's bladder to fall silent. 

'Better?' Julia asks, taking one of Sam's hands in hers. Sam nods, tears welling up in her eyes

'This spot is kinda safe too...' Rachel says. 'We're well out of rifle range, and Mechania can't see us...'

Samantha looks over to her, exhausted and defeated

'So that means you could of gone here....'

Samantha looks like she's angry, but the relief of what she's just done is overpowering anything else she could feel. That, and the wet, warm shorts she's wearing. She manages to glare at Rachel, but the effort almost knocks her off her legs, and she falls into Julia

'Whoa there, wet stuff, keep on your feet'

'I c-could have gone...' she mutters

'Honestly Sam, we've been in that situation a few times'

'I c-can't believe I really just....'

'Hey guys?' Rivera starts. 'There's some sort of strange building over there, looks kinda cool'

'What?' Julia responds. Rivera walks over.

'If we keep going forward, we'll reach this arena looking thing! I can hear music coming from it, sounds like something interesting's going on!'

'Can you hear toilets over there?' Julia asks. 'Only I kinda need to go now'

Rivera listens intently for a second, then nods. 'We should go!'

'Careful' Rachel cuts in. 'Could be dangerous, and Sam said we ought to go north, sounds like we should listen to her'

Sam nods.

'We could go south though' Jessie says. If it's quieter then it has to be safest, right?'

'But it also means fewer supplies' Julia adds. 

 

So, where do they go?

 

A: Forward - to the arena. Rivera can hear music, people, and some sort of celebration

B: North - Samantha insists that North is the best way to go, she won't say why

C: South - A more quiet route, though it does mean fewer supplies. Of course the girls could always scavenge

 

 

Thanks for reading! Like I said at the start, real sorry for the delay, I've just been real busy. I'll try and keep updates every two weeks for a short while, need to get other stuff out the way, but I'll try and resume my weekly schedule when I can

I'd like to thank @MsFortune-Take once again, she's sort of a co-writer/Ideas girl for these past two updates and will be for a couple upcoming updates, so a big thanks to her!

And of course, feedback is very welcome

Until next time!

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