Bunker Break - Part 2: Desperation

It took only a few minutes for Marianne to return. She was dressed in casually cut, but a size too small jeans and a pink, wide cut tank top showing the laces and upper parts of her not color matching white bra. Still, the d’collet’ gave a good impression of her large breasts. Laura wondered how she was going to support her apparently heavy backpack for hours, the straps directly rubbing on her skin. The jeans were apparently old, since the zipper didn’t close all the way, making the jeans bulge out a bit below the beltline.
“Here I am!” Marianne said, “And I brought a few bottles of water and some food for a picnic.”
“Okay, then let’s go – we have provisions, too.” The women answered and together they set of down the road to cross the creek and enter the nearby forest.
The time went by and all three enjoyed the nature surrounding them. The French girl tried to explain some peculiarities of flora and fauna they encountered – but mostly the effort was in vain due to lack of vocabulary Still the ladies got along quite well and everyone was having a good time. About an hour later they had crossed the forest and were approaching a meadow. Woodpiles were placed on the right side of the path and Marianne said that she needed to take a pee, indicating the woodpiles, which offered a good place to crouch behind in relative privacy.
“You can hold on a little longer, I’m sure.” Laura said, with Gillian adding, “We only just set off and it’s not even noon yet. Let’s wait until we have our lunch break, okay?”
“I’m feeling some pressure, too” she lied to comfort Marianne.
The meadow was not very big and in its middle they encountered a crossway. They discussed their further direction and meanwhile got some drink. Marianne had not forgotten about her predicament – she felt the desire to pee was getting intense now – but she drank as the other woman because she knew the danger of dehydration from exercising in the summer heat. Continuing their hike, Laura and Gillian were eagerly making conversation with their French guide, making her forget her need to relieve herself. Unobtrusively, they kept draining their water supplies, urging Marianne to keep up with them. And she did – and if it was only do reduce the weight of her backpack, which was laden with four liters of water.
Noon came and went by, neither of them feeling hungry owing to their high water consumption. Gillian felt her bladder filling rapidly and wondered how Marianne was doing. It turned her on to know she was reaching desperation and did not dare to ask for leave to take a pee. Laura had done well offering 200,– €, she thought. That made sure, that Marianne wanted to deliver the very best service and tried to avoid upsetting them. Just as she was letting her fantasies seize hold of her and carry her mind away, Marianne asked “It’s almost one o’clock now – shouldn’t we take a break and have lunch?”
“Yeah, we shouldn’t forget this treat,” Laura answered. “I was fully absorbed by this beautiful nature around us.”
“But let’s look for some nice place to sit down.” Gillian suggested, wanting to see Marianne holding on. “It’s quite moist here in the forest and there is no open space around with some moss to sit on.”
“Do you know a nice place for a picnic?” Laura demanded of their guide. “I would like a place with some panorama rather than being caught in the forest.” She added, thinking about the accomplishment of her secret plan.
“We’ll get out of the forest soon, if we take this forest track. It leads straight to the main road,” Marianne replied, clenching her haunches tight. She was in real need to release her bladder contents now. And standing at the road waiting for a decision didn’t make things better, even though she kept shifting her weight and crossing her legs this way or the other. Of course, the discussion took longer than normal, because of the language differences. They were constantly searching for the right word or explanation to make communication possible. Marianne had taken down her backpack to relax her shoulders, but mainly to have an excuse to bend down. There she was, fiddling with her backpack and pretending to look for something. Laura glanced at Gillian and immediately knew what was on her mind She felt her body shiver – this was going to be a great day. Concentrating on her lower body, she felt her vulva getting wet, but at the same time she realized how badly she had to go, too. It was time find a place to let go!
As the women finally walked on, heading out of the forest, Marianne found herself twiddling with a bottle of water – her fourth. She must have taken it out of her backpack before putting it back on. She was getting nervous now and asked if she could have a break to pee. But Gillian insisted that they would be having lunch within minutes and it were better to wait till then.
“We are holding on, too.” Laura said, meanwhile feeling uncomfortable herself, having reached the point where the desire to pee gets urgent. “And we have been drinking as much as you.”
That was not exactly true, since Marianne was well into her fourth bottle by now, unconsciously taking a sip every now and then to fight her growing discomfort, whilst they only had had three liters.
“But I didn’t take a pee break for four hours now.” The girl exclaimed.
“Why didn’t you go before you went with us?” Gillian asked, happy to hear she hadn’t done this. “But I admit, I really have to go soon, too.”
“Because I wanted to be back before you leave, and I didn’t feel the need then. But I’m getting desperate now. Can’t we pee here? All three of us could relieve ourselves?”
“C’mon girls, don’t be silly!” Laura interjected. “Let’s move on and find a place – see, upfront, there is the road and behind that road are meadows and fields, aren’t it? That’s what Marianne said, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s true.” Marianne replied.
“Well, then on we go!” Gillian said and led the way.
All three of them were feeling quite desperate at present. But Laura and Gillian did their best not to show Marianne – they didn’t want her to know. And Marianne was too shy to openly display the state she was in. So her companions didn’t realize how quickly she was getting close to having an accident.
The open plain surprised them with its heat, the sun burning with full intensity from its zenith. “It’s hot here – we should not have left the wood.” Gillian addressed Laura.
“I’m sure, there is nice place around here, a tree or a shed or the like.” Laura turned to Marianne. “And I really prefer the open view to the enclosed feeling of the forest.”
At this remark, Gillian suddenly knew that it was good to be here in the plains: No one would be able to hide to take a pee. This meant, that she probably could savour their guide’s desperation as long as possible and considering the effect that her being a girl would have on Laura she would be looking forward to a wonderful evening. “I don’t like being this close to the road.” she said aloud.
“What’s that?” Laura asked after a few hundred meters.
“That’s an old bunker from the famous 1930’s Maginot Fortifications. We have some on our fields, too,” explained Marianne.
“Can you visit them?” Gillian was curious.
“There are museums, yes. But I have never been there,” was the reply. “All I know about these things is from looking after our animals – our goat likes hiding in it when it’s too hot.”
“Let’s have a look, okay?” Gillian immediately was interested. “Maybe we could have lunch in a real bunker?” She added.
“Sometimes they are blocked by the farmers.” the French girl objected.
“But at least it’s cool inside.” Laura said and suggested, “Let’s try!”
They went the last two hundred meters and arrived at a concrete platform in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but fields around, a few trees strewn here and there, one of them standing next to the concrete building. The tree was hiding the entrance, which was a curved stair leading down, and into the bunker. Walking around, the women saw that at the opposite side the bunker was not entirely immersed in the ground. While the field was slightly downward sloping, the concrete platform was level. Therefore a concrete wall was visible which showed a slit in the direction of Germany. From here you could observe the valley being far enough out of the way.
“It’s open!” exclaimed Laura, who had been going downstairs as Gillian and Marianne made the tour around the bunker.
“Cool, I wanna see it, too!” Gillian answered and ushered Marianne into the cave.
“Look! There has been someone in here before.” Laura explained, showing some unexpected findings. There were a large woollen picnic blanket, a wooden tea box, a folding chair and an old mattress lying in the confined room. Apart from these “furnishings” that might have belonged to a vagabond, the room was plain concrete walls with a floor full of concrete chunks that had broken from the building. But it was astonishingly dry.
“Oohh – I wanted to pee in here, and now there is someone living here!” Marianne was disappointed.
“Are we going to have lunch upstairs or here?” Gillian asked, “It looks quite comfortable here!”
“Yeah, good idea. Outdoors it’s quite hot, even underneath the tree. And we couldn’t really sit there, because the shadow is just on the entrance and not on the plain.” Laura agreed. “By the way, down here no one will notice us and so the farmer won’t send us off his grounds.”
“So I will go upstairs and have a pee now.” Marianne mentioned.
“Hey, stay with us – we could still have our pee down here after lunch.” Gillian suggested, “It doesn’t look like the owner of this place will come here tonight.”
“But we couldn’t pee in someone else’s place.” Marianne opposed.
“Why not?” Laura inquired, “I like Gillian’s idea: We have lunch first and then we will have a pee break down here. I don’t like the idea of peeing in the plain field – visible to everybody,” and she started preparing lunch without delay.
“But I really need to pee now!” Marianne sounded rather hurried. “So I’d prefer to go upstairs – I don’t mind anyone watching.”
“Could you please hold this for me.” Laura deviated, making Marianne help her preparing the wooden box as a table. At the same time Gillian observed, “Cool to have these things – would have been a pretty eerie feeling in this cold and dark room without.”
“Can I pee now?” Marianne asked again, moving towards the door, “I’ll be right back!”
“Oh, come on – we all need to pee. Let’s do it together afterwards.” Gillian replied, blocking her way to the door. “It won’t harm these things to get wet.”
She really enjoyed being able to see a girl in such a desperate need to pee – but surely Marianne would last through a short lunch break! It made her hot to imagine the girl almost peeing her pants, not daring to object to them.
Marianne looked really shocked when she realized that Gillian was standing in her way. At this moment, Laura noticed the situation, remembered Gillian’s sentence about the eerie feeling, and felt herself reminded of a middle age dungeon. Gillian was the evil noblewoman torturing an innocent village girl for nothing. It was such a picturesque situation!
Meanwhile, Marianne was heading for the stairs, not hindered by Gillian.
“Hey girls, wait!” Laura shouted, “I need to take a picture of this! You should have seen it – such a perfect snapshot! Imagine, a dark concrete room, a woman forcing a girl to do something… Isn’t this an ideal theme for this place?”
“Wait, Marianne – we’ll do this first!” Gillian consented, secretly savouring to keep her again from peeing, from relieving herself. Marianne winced and turned back “But don’t take too long, please. I am absolutely desperate now!” She didn’t dare to object – she really wanted the money and considered it better not to upset the woman.
When Gillian turned back, she saw that Laura had prepared all the equipment: the digital camcorder as well as her small camera. Also, she had put a small light into place, because it was quite dark inside despite the open door and the lookout slit. A look in her eyes made Gillian shiver with anticipation – this day was soo hot! Meanwhile, Laura saw the look in Marianne’s face. Pure desperation and a trace of fear were visible. Gillian didn’t know – but this really turned her on!
She gave her instructions: “Gillian, you stand here, barring the way to the stairs. Marianne goes here and then tries to get at the door. Marianne, you really have to pretend that you can’t hold it any longer!”
“But it’s true! I can’t hold it any more! I need to pee! Now! I’m gonna pee my pants!” Marianne shouted, now panic showing on her face. Gillian noticed, how Laura was turned on and blocked Marianne’s way. They were struggling with each other, Laura taking pictures like crazy and filming from the wooden box.
“This is perfect, Marianne! You’re a perfect actress! Gillian, move a bit to the left, I want to see your faces.”
Gillian moved closer to Marianne. Their bodies were touching now. She felt a shiver in here spine – this game turned her on! If only she wouldn’t have to pee as badly! She wanted to let go – but that was not part of the game. Fuck, would she be able to last until after the meal? Marianne probably would have to go outdoors right after the shooting, shot through her mind. Immediately, a wave of pleasure moistened her vulva. She felt her inner lips get wet. Wow, this was so great! Not to mention having Marianne also being on the verge of sending her pee gushing out of her bladder!
Gillian didn’t notice what she was doing. She was almost fighting with Marianne. Marianne couldn’t understand. Why didn’t they end this photo shooting? She had to go!!! But how to explain in English that it wasn’t just for the show anymore?
Laura now was fully immersed in her filming. Sitting in the low folding chair, she got a look from below. She imagined the moisture of Gillian’s crotch – why did she wear black leggings? Marianne’s tummy was so full! The waistband of her jeans cut into her untouched flesh. Now the girls were almost fighting! Marianne constantly screaming that she needed to pee: “Let me go, pleeaase let me go, I pee my pants, I have to pee now!” Suddenly, she bent over. How urgent was it really? Laura continued her thought: What if Marianne had an accident in front of her camera! A wave of heat streamed through her body. It excited her to know Marianne was on the verge of breaking. She wanted to know when; she was looking forward to the moment that it would happen. But than, it was only a game, played for a series of holiday pictures. She probably was playing it harder than it was. Now, look at that: When Marianne straightened up again, she got stuck under Gillian’s arm. How close the girls were. Laura felt her bladder ache – her bladder didn’t want to hold back any longer. She needed to pee so desperately, too! If only – but no…
Gillian and Marianne were in a real struggle now. One moment, Marianne had bent down. Was that a trick? Gillian moved closer and held her arm ready to wrap around Marianne. Marianne begged to let her go – she was a good actress, really. But then, she had all the help she needed provided by her aching bladder. Marianne moved again. Did she want to duck under her arms? Her arm was ready! She put it across Marianne’s back; it got entangled in her garments. She felt the warm skin, the soft touch of Marianne’s body. It felt really good!
“Perfect, now, show your faces!” Laura interrupted Gillian’s thoughts.
Gillian got hold of Marianne and turned her towards the camera. Marianne had lost her power, her will, she was just pleading in looks and words to be allowed to go and pee NOW. Why didn’t these women understand, that she wasn’t playing anymore?
“Marianne, you look perfect – the living plea for mercy.” Laura directed: “Gillian, I wanna see a bit more viciousness.
It was such a wonderful situation! What was that? The laces of Marianne’s top seemed to be sliding down her arm, making her look even more vulnerable. Her entangled hair, her facial expression, the top seemingly coming of, showing more skin than usual…
“Very good! Can you move the laces on this side a bit further down to the elbows? How daring!”
Whilst Laura ordered this, Gillian was not shy to make it happen. She still held her arm around Marianne, both standing almost side by side, looking into the camera. Marianne’s laces had slipped of her shoulder, but she didn’t take notice. She was too preoccupied with her aching need to pee! She almost wanted to let go right there – but she didn’t have clothes to change – and the humiliation! With her free arm, Gillian moved in front of Marianne and carefully pulled her top’s laces further down – almost to the elbow. Immediately, her top slipped down, uncovering her bra on the right side. Laura got up to get a closer view with her camera, zooming in at Marianne’s breasts, her d’collet’, her bra; then again showing the whole bust and her agonized face. Unfortunately for Marianne, when she had bent down and Gillian’s arm had got entangled with her clothes, it almost had ripped open her bra. Now, as she struggled to get loose, the last fiber gave way. Her bra was only covering her right breast now, because its lace still held on close to her shoulder.
Laura was excited. This was the best video she had ever made, ever dreamt of making! French girls were really special!
“Yes, move your fingers along her d’collet’ again!” She summoned Gillian. And Gillian was excited to do so. “You need to look meaner – yes!” Gillian’s fingertips were gliding up to Marianne’s shoulder, gently pushing the bra further down her breast.
“Wow, you’re daring, Marianne!” exclaimed Laura, “Take your fingers off – yes, I can see your breast, wow, that’s big!”
The bra had slipped down far enough to reveal part of the areola of her breast. This excited Laura. She zoomed in very close: “Can you move the laces a bit further down, still?” she demanded at Gillian.
“Like this?” Gillian let her fingers slip under the laces and pulled them down millimetre by millimetre. Even though the bra was loose now, it clang to the nipple and didn’t reveal any more – but in a more provoking manner. Gillian caressed the exposed breast, a bitchy, vicious smile on her face – perfect for the movie. When her fingers reached the nipple, she gently caressed the areola, and then levied the bra out of place, exposing the nipple to the camera.
“Marianne, you are so wonderful, I shouldn’t have thought you would do that for us!” Laura praised.
Suddenly, Marianne bent down again, driven by a sudden urge to pee. A small spurt escaped her urethra. She panicked.
“Let me go!!!” She screamed, “I have to PEE NOW!!!”
But screaming was too much for her bladder – she had to stop it before she pissed herself in front of the camera. Laura had sat down again, first filming the dangling breast and the exposed d’collet’, then only observing Marianne’s outburst. Was there a bit of darker fabric appearing in her crotch?
“You should open the button of your jeans.” Gillian advised her, “That takes the pressure off your bladder.” and did it at the same time.
Since the zipper already was halfway down, the more than taut jeans burst open and exposed a big part of white cotton panties. Wow, this was erotic! Laura felt her pee surge to her opening when she zoomed in on Marianne’s panties. It was the right moment. Marianne couldn’t hold it anymore. Suddenly, she gave a loud sob and a big dark spot spread over her crotch. She couldn’t hold on anymore. She felt a sudden spasm go through her lower body; her bladder contracted and let go of a spurt of pee. She clenched her urethra shut, but too late, a few drops had found their way out. She had to relax a bit – but immediately, another spurt, more than a few drops, moistened her vulva, her inner lips, pushed past her clitoris and wet her panties. Moments later, another spurt completely soaked her white cotton panties, a little rivulet leaking down her inner leg. Now her jeans got soaked by a longer, stronger spurt finding its way out of her bladder; down her urethra and through her entangled lips. She finally realized what was happening to her – she was peeing herself in front of those women! She started to sob and sank to the ground. Ashamed. Wishing, not to be there. Feeling her warm pee soak her jeans completely. Her pee kept streaming. Meanwhile, she sat on the mattress and leaned on the wall, Gillian sitting at her side, hugging her, gently caressing her side.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t want you to pee yourself.” Gillian said. “I would have let you go, if I had known!”
This made Marianne feel even worse; did she really have to blame herself? Was it her fault that she had peed her pants? Should she have been more definite? How could she have avoided this humiliation? Now, she was sitting there, her pee still dripping out of her bladder, a whole puddle of pee under her ass.
Laura was still filming. She got a straight look into Marianne’s crotch, which sat there, in front of her, with her legs open a bit so her wet haunches wouldn’t touch. She had seen everything. The first spreading of moisture, the pee colouring the bleached jeans fabric in a hue of yellow, the jeans starting to drop and finally the gush of pee forcing its way out when the two ladies sat on the mattress and the fabric clung closely to Marianne’s most private parts. The whole cave smelled like fresh pee now, only a light odor, but still noticeable. Laura was terribly turned on. At the same time, she needed to pee – now! But she already knew, what to do.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: All characters are purely fictitious; similarities to real human beings are not intended. Any similarity is to be regarded as accidental and done without the knowledge of the author.
© By: Alpian