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Time for me to write a new scenario!

In this scenario, a college freshman wakes up to find herself in a small dark room in an unknown land presumably haunted location. A horror lurks around the area, and if the girl gets too scared she'll piss herself. All four of the girls are equally self conscious about wetting themselves, and they are extremely pee-shy about popping a squat anywhere. She doesn't know how long she's been knocked out, but it's been long enough that she's now squirming a little.

 

Who is this girl?

A) Chanda Nerushan, a scruffy South Indian rocker girl in tight ripped jeans and a tank top.

B) Reema al-Saade, an tall Iraqi webcomic artist in a headscarf, loose jeans, and cardigan. 

C) Aphiwe Mhlambiso, a fit South African guitar player in shorts and a t-shirt.

D) Irene Sacristán, a nerdy Colombian video gamer in brown pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt.

 

What is the room like?

A) The stony floor and dank air of a dungeon in a castle

B) The steel floor and chilly air of a chamber in a cold mountain laboratory

C) The wooden floor and muggy air of a boarded-up room in the middle of a swamp

 

What horror lurks around?

A) An unholy curse

B) A biological abomination

C) A mechanical nightmare

 

A few more questions to come after these are answered.

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Choice B CLANK! Irene's shoe struck a grate in the women's bathroom, and she darted to the cafeteria, one hand between her legs and the other over her butt. She hopped over the counter and slid u

D,B,C!

Choices A and C. The Infirmary Bladder: 95% Mental State: Terrified -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Irene be

Irene sits up, shivers, and watches her breath condense in the air. Goosebumps raise her little black arm fuzz as her hands tuck between her squirming legs, reaching for her crotch.

 

 

What form does the horror take?
 

A) The facility lives and breathes as one living machine

B) A metal man skulks the facility, a zombie of plastic and aluminum

C) A jumbled mess of joints, blades, and hatred finds error in its own existence

 

How does Irene react to embarrassing situations like peeing herself or her underwear being visible

A) "Just a little surprising, but it isn't such a big deal"

B) "This is pretty embarrassing"

C) "PLEASE DON'T LOOK!"

 

What underwear is she trying to keep unsoiled?

A) Sexy lacy underwear

B) Cute casual cotton panties

C) Practical compression briefs

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The Barracks

Irene Sacristán (18)

Bladder: 57%

Mental State: Worried

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The room bellowed in the sound of creaking and wailing metal as wind buffeted against the wall from outside. It was almost completely dark, except a sliver of light peaking from under the door in the color of natural moonlight. Irene stood herself up and hit her head on a metal pole, turning around to find the frame of an empty bunk bed. With what little light her eyes could capture she could see the silhouettes of of bunks lined up neatly on the wall, all completely empty of occupants and bedding. It was quite chilly, but if Irene could accurately guess it felt about 45 degrees Fahrenheit. The sound of the wind outside suggested otherwise, and the touch of the wall brought a biting cold to her fingertips. More than likely, whatever structure she was in, either still insulated heat from when it was last used, or the heating system was still active. The look of the barracks suggested the former rather than the latter.

Irene rubbed her forehead as her headache cleared. Where am I?, she thought. She could not think of why she was there, or remember anything that would lead her there. All she knew was at one moment she went to bed late at night after a gaming session, and next she was waking up with a headache in an abandoned barracks. Everything around her gave her goosebumps: the cold, the darkness, the sounds, the whole thing was unnerving for the poor Colombian. Her hands gravitated towards her crotch as her body reminded her of her filling bladder, and she instinctively sought for a bathroom. With nowhere else to go to, she approached the door and pulled the handle. A thought occurred to her, I'm in a strange and creepy room, yet the first thing I am worried about is going to the toilet? She briefly considered that the abandoned nature of her surroundings would make her completely safe to just drop her pants and pee in the corner of the room, but she could not convince herself to do so due to her constant sensation of being watched.

And this was definitely a time she felt watched.

Her hand trembled on the door, ready to initiate her first move. She swallowed, and slowly opened the door to reveal a hallway. The hall was made completely out of steel, like the inside of a ship, only with windows running along the wall. There were no working lights in the hall, and all the visibility was caused by the full moon hanging over the sky. Irene approached the window and peered through the glass to see a blizzard just thin enough to still see a ways off. In the distance she could see multiple mountain peaks covered in snow, and on the peak she was currently on ran long lines of architecture, with a tall spire on the peak. None of the lights were on, and some of the structures showed traces of damage, from broken windows to entire walkways ripped open. The remains of tents blown by the wind remained on the jagged rocks that caught them. A sense of dread started growing in Irene as she realized she was completely alone in a dilapidated research facility on the top of the Andes, until she started noticing details.

Further down the peak, about 200 metres, Irene could see one light in another wing of the facility....moving. The light bobbed erratically, moving one direction before suddenly switching. It moved at such a speed and distance that there was no way it was someone with a flashlight, but it behaved so chaotically that it could not be a vehicle. In a matter of a few seconds the light appeared to have cleared a distance of four rooms, before rushing back to where it started. The sudden surprise Irene felt catching this sight caused her to spurt a little in her panties, sending one hand to grab her crotch and calm her bladder. I don't have a good feeling about that light, she thought, simultaneously blushing from her little leak. She swiveled her head, looking around for more clues, especially ones that might lead her to a toilet. She was in a barracks wing, so there must have been a toilet somewhere.

Continuing down the hall she found room after room of empty bunk bays, until she found a steel utility door with janitorial equipment fallen over outside. She looked harder and found a bathroom sign next to the door, but when she opened the door she became greeted by biting cold wind. The entire bathroom had been open, and as Irene carefully stepped closer to investigate without slipping she could see metal wreckage at the bottom of the peak, implying the bathroom was taken out by an avalanche. Irene gave herself one little grab, and returned to the warmer hallway to continue her search. She looked once more out the window to check on the eerie light.

The light was gone.

Her thighs flinched, and a tiny spurt of pee slipped through as her nerves shot. Where did the light go!? She thought worriedly. She listened closer and heard the buffeting wind slowly acquire a rhythm, one of distant pounding steel.....coming her direction. She looked down the dark depths of the hallway as she felt the rapid thumping get closer. Her heart pounded similarly loud, and she looked frantically around, her legs locked together right, thinking of what to do.

A) Step into the barracks bay and close the door, using the door slit to peak through and see what is making the noise.

B) Step into the barracks bay and find a locker to hide in, unable to see much but also very well hidden.

C) Run down the hallway away from the source of the sound.

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Irene quickly opened the nearest barracks bay and jumped inside, closing the door briskly but quietly behind her. She dropped to her knees to try and bring her eye to opening under the door, but the opening was too far low to the ground that she couldn't see anything farther than the immediate space past the door. She kept her head low to listen, and her heart pounded in her ear. One hand clenched into a fist on the floor, while her other held her crotch, subtly rubbing. Her body trembled as she listened to the pounding outside get closer....and closer. Outside the door she could see shadows start to move, and a silhouette of a large mass stood outside, crawling on what sounded like multiple metal claws. The only other sounds it made were hydraulic hissing, and the scraping sound of blades.

Creeping back, Irene's heart pounded faster, both hands grabbing her crotch as her sphincter spasmed, releasing a spurt of pee. She fell and rolled onto her back, and slowly crawled backwards to the back of the room, whimpering a plea to herself that whatever thing was outside would just go away. Irene held her breath, and the thing crawled away until its crawl was no longer audible. She caught her breath and began to tear up, terrified of her current situation. W-where am I!? she cried to herself, trying to bring herself back to her feet. There a metal monster out there with swords for teeth! What do I do!?

She stood still for a solid two minutes trying to muster up the courage to move. She looked down to her crotch and saw a little wet spot, causing her to pull her shirt down over it and blush despite nobody being around to see. Ever since she was 14 she had been extremely self conscious about peeing herself, when in a school play a pully system malfunction tore her costume off and her fear caused her to pee on stage. Ever since that day anything as small as a wet spot on her pants, or panties peaking out from the back, left her quite embarrassed. After she finally managed to regather her composure, she took a deep breath, and cracked open the door to peak out and see if the monster was still there. When her suspicion was denied, and the coast was completely clear, she walked out and continued down the hallway opposite of where she had heard the metal monster walk to.

As she walked she began worrying over what she had just seen before. Being quite a nerd at home, her mind immediately wandered to science fiction when she realized that the monster was completely metal, releasing hydraulic sounds, and scraping blades against each other. Her hypothesis was confirmed when she rounded a corner and saw an almost broken TV monitor flickering with a threat sign. The flashing sign was bright red with white outlines, depicting a simple ball with claws sticking out of it, reading, "¡PELIGRO! ¡MÁQUINA SENTIENT!" Irene gulped and shuddered as she took in the fact that she was alone in an abandoned facility with a killer robot. I want to go home! I want to go home! she pleaded to herself, but knowing that pleading wouldn't do anything she continued her way down the corridor, jumping at ever metallic creak and the banging of the wind. One and continued to hold and rub at her crotch as she tried to prevent any further fear-squirting.

The barracks hallway continued for a long time until she hit a junction. For her entire walk she had kept an eye out for another bathroom, hopefully one that had not been destroyed, but none had appeared. It was a three-way hall intersection, with one hall leading to a mess hall, and the other claiming to lead to a recreation centre. Irene didn't care as long as she got out of there, though a thought came in passing over what she would do to get off the mountain after escaping. The only distraction she wanted was a toilet, and the thought of one made her slightly dance on her feet. A finger tapped on her chin under her quivering lips as she thought of what she wanted to do.

A) Continue to the mess hall

B) Continue to the recreation centre

 

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The Rec Centre

Bladder: 80%

Mental State: Scared

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Irene turned to follow the hall down to the recreation centre. The facility was not really how she'd imagine it to be, but she also knew very little about the infrastructure of mountain laboratories. The centre contained mostly gym equipment like weight machines, rowing machines, treadmills, dumbbells and kettle bells, and all sorts of things a couch potato like Irene couldn't find much interest in. There was a sofa area, and a single arcade kiosk, but there was nothing really spectacular to justify distracting Irene from finding a way out. A glass wall lined one side of the room, and past it was a lap pool. If there's a pool, that means there's a toilet! Irene thought to herself. She waddled around the facility, hands clenched around her crotch, and looked for a shower-room entrance to the pool. A narrow hallway branched out from the room, with rubber mats for a floor, and two entrances marked by changing room signs. She instinctively entered the women's shower room, and went hunting around for a toilet.

She rounded the zigzagging entrance and entered the locker room, which hosted a quite pungent smell. There were wet towels that never got a chance to dry in the cold, articles of clothing scattered around, bras and panties hanging on the locker doors. Then, to Irene's shock, she saw behind one row of lockers blood smeared on the wall. Hand prints dragged over to behind the next row of lockers which had been toppled over. Irene swallowed and crept in the direction of the blood smear, possessed by morbid curiosity against all protests from her fearful heart and bladder. She jumped and peed a little when she saw behind the locker and saw a corpse of a half-clothed woman, who had been slashed by blades while changing. Irene's face turned from brown to green as she turned around and vomited on the floor, peeing a little more in her panties before grabbing and regaining control. So everyone here is...d-DEAD!? she cried to herself. She thought in terror of herself being next, and quickly ran past the next row of lockers to get the grizzly scene out of her field of view.

She rounded the corner and found the shower room, hearing one shower still turned on. Irene highly doubted anyone alive was still around, so she didn't bother calling. To her relief, she found that the stall with the shower still on was completely empty, asides some blood stains on the tiles. The sound of the wind above the ceiling made her tremble as she continued to the next room, one that finally had toilets. She grabbed her crotch and smiled, thinking to herself, Oh yes oh yes oh yes! She darted to the nearest stall, and began to undo her pants until her zipper snagged. Desperate, her legs crossed as she bounded on one foot to hold her pee, while her hands fought with the zipper. Her pants were just too tight to pull down without zipping, and her belt line was pushing against the bulge on her abdomen. Her sphincter tingled as it held tight against the pressure. C'mon! she grimaced, Please don't be stuck now!

After a few minutes she finally got her zipper hope. Her legs squeezed, and then loosened to allow her to quickly pull her pants down. She then tugged her panties down and sat over the toilet, beginning to pee. The first drop of an ocean squeezed through her urethra until CRASH, a loud sound came from the locker room. She strained and quickly held her pee again, only one squirt making it out. Her abdomen and legs trembled as they were betrayed sweet relief, and she froze in place. The familiar sound of hydraulics and metal claws were coming from the locker room, and the dumbest thing Irene could do right now was turn herself into a noisy beacon of pee. She clambered onto the toilet seat so her feet wouldn't be visible, and she grimaced and whimpered as she saw the sweet toilet bowl just under her that she would not allow her almost full bladder to use. She balanced herself by holding her hands to the walls of the stall, and her legs kept crossing over each other to try and hold without the help of her hands.

The monster meandered into the shower room, dragging one metal claw on the tile floor while sharpened blades kept sliding on each other. Irene's heart raced, crying, If I pee now, I'll die!  The scraping arrived into the toilet area, and Irene could see through the crack of the stall a decent view of what the monster looked like. It was indeed a full killer robot, a mechanical abomination of spider legs and bladed tentacles. Her pupils narrowed and her entire body trembled as she anticipated the machine's next move. The robot stood still, eerily so, for about a minute, each second feeling like an hour. She couldn't tell if the robot had turned off, or was scanning, or just taunting her, but each second she had to endure seeing a toilet she couldn't pee in made her bladder cringe and pussy tingle. Suddenly the robot erupted to life, and began breaking the stall doors open one at a time. There were about fifteen stalls, with Irene at the far end, and the robot had already busted down three. She hyperventilated, and a few droplets of pee escaped to fall into the toilet bowl, thankfully masked by the sound of smashing stalls. She cringed, squeezed herself shut, and grabbed her panties and pants back up to her waist, expecting to make a quick getaway though not having a moment to rezip her pants. She began to whimper as her options started running out.

 

 

What should Irene do?

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