Warning: This second part is different from my previous submissions to Literotica insofar as it contains elements of desperation, reluctance/non-consent, and humiliation in keeping with its inspiration by Gillian's stories on Shara and Ger's panty-wetting site.
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.
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It took only a few minutes for Marianne to return. She was dressed in casually cut jeans - a size too small and hence fitting rather tightly around her hips and slightly cutting into her flesh at the waist - and a loose fitting spaghetti-strap tank top revealing laces and upper parts of her not color-matching white bra. The plunging neckline exposed a décolleté giving a good impression of her large breasts. Laura wondered how she was going to support her apparently heavy backpack for hours, its straps directly rubbing on her skin. The light blue jeans were apparently old, since the zipper didn't close all the way, making the strained jeans bulge out a bit below the beltline.
"Here I am!" Marianne said, "I brought a few bottles of water and some food for a picnic."
"Okay, then let's go!" The women replied and together they set off down the road to cross the creek and reach the nearby forest path.
The time went by and all three enjoyed the vibrant 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 three women got along quite well with each other 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. Matter-of-factly, Marianne said that she needed to take a pee, indicating the woodpiles with her hand. They were offering 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?"
The meadow was in fact a large clearing in the forest and only a couple hundred meters in diameter. In its middle, they encountered a crossway. Discussing their further direction, they got out their water. Marianne had not forgotten about her predicament - her desire to pee was intensely felt now - but she drank as the other women because she knew the danger of dehydration from exercising in the summer heat and didn't want to be impolite, either. 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 the girl was reaching desperation yet did not dare asking again for leave to take a pee. Laura had done well offering 200 euro, she thought. It made sure Marianne wanted to deliver the very best service and tried to avoid upsetting them. She was letting her imagination run free, and fantasies of pee-dancing and soaked pants carried her mind away until Marianne's question interrupted her daydreaming: "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 longer. "It's quite moist here in the forest and there is no open space around with some dry moss to sit on."
"Do you know a nice place for a picnic?" Laura inquired and, thinking about the accomplishment of her secret plan, she added. "I would like a place with a panoramic view rather than being caught in the forest."
"We'll get out of the forest soon, if we take this track. It leads straight to the main road," Marianne replied, pressing her thighs together. She was in real need to release her bladder pressure now. And standing on the crossroads 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, due to the language differences, the discussion took longer than normal. They were constantly searching for the right word or explanation enable communication. Marianne had taken down her backpack to relax her sore shoulders, but also to have an excuse to bend down. Doubling over, she was now fiddling with her backpack and pretending to look for something. Laura glanced at Gillian and knew immediately what was on her mind. She felt her body shiver with anticipation - this was going to be a great day. Warmth concentrating in her lower body, she felt her vulva moistening, but at the same time she realized how badly she had to go, too. Three hours and a lot of water since her last toilet on the lawn behind the chapel - it was time find a place to let her urine flow!
As the women finally walked on, heading out of the forest, Marianne found herself twiddling with yet another 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, 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, as Laura and Gillian had drunk three liters each in anticipation of their break, yet Marianne was well into her fourth bottle by now. Unconsciously, she was taking a sip every now and then to distract herself and fight her growing discomfort as her bladder stretched and pushed against the unrelenting fabric of her tight jeans.
"But I didn't take a pee break for five 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, it was only two hours since I last went. But I'm really 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 - I can already hear the main road upfront; and behind that road are meadows and fields, right? 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. "Fifteen minutes more or less don't make a difference."
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, especially after Gillian's comment. So her companions didn't realize how quickly she was approaching an accident.
