Jen's feet hurt, her legs were cramped, and she had to pee so bad she thought her back teeth were floating. She was beyond pissed, way beyond. The pressure in her bladder increased another degree, and a gnat started buzzing her nose. She tried to blow it away, but every time she did, the dam in her holding back the urine threatened to burst. She felt a few drops trickle out, and pressed her knees together. When Matt got back with the key, the second thing she was going to do was kill him. He'd been gone for hours, after the Faire had closed. It was about an hour after sunset now, what she didn't know was that Matt had gotten as far as the parking lot, met some buds with some Buds, and had been chugging beer and doing bongs. He vaguely remembered he was supposed to be doing something, but at the moment had no clue what it was.
Jen was beginning to realize she was on her own, that not only was she stuck, but that she was stuck until at least morning when somebody showed up to reopen the Faire. She knew her bladder would not hold out until then.
In a fit of anger, she rammed her shoulders into the wood around her neck. The stocks held fast, they had built them sturdy. She tried pulling her hands through the holes, but luck there.
'FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! she raged to the night air.
A tear of frustration escaped her eye, as yet another small squirt escaped her below. And that stupid gnat was back. With a buddy. She blew at them, they came back. And again. And again. She snapped, and tried rocking the stocks loose from the ground, getting her strong legs into it. She pushed, she pulled. They didn't budge.
She began to cry.
'This is the worst job I've ever had' she thought. And another small trickle added to the growing wetness in her costume.
At first, the Olden Dayes Faire had seemed like a great idea. She was a Theatre major, with a minor in English history. A few days of 'Yes, M'Lord & Yes, M'Lady' bowing and scraping to the yokels who came from some Suburbia had soured her on the whole thing. She finally snapped at one particularly obnoxious guy who had copped a cheap feel through her low cut bodice. Jen didn't have to pad hers, she was all girl there. The guy beefed, she was brought before 'the King' and pronounced to be a shrewish wench. Her punishment was the stocks until the end of the day.
Two 'guards' each took an arm, and marched her to them. She was bent at the waist, and locked into place. At the end of the day, no one could find the key.
She sniffed, and tried to shake the tears from her face. If possible, she was now even more miserable. Her stomach rumbled, it was possible. A cricket started nearby, she thought 'At least I have some company'
She was at the bursting point. Knowing she could not hold back any longer, Jen moved to one side as far as she could, and finally gave herself relief from the agonizing pressure. Within seconds, she had soaked through her pantaloons, petticoats, and dress as the warm urine flowed down her legs, and pooled in the dirt. At the moment, she didn't care.
As the last drops ran from her, she noticed the cricket had stopped. 'Whooooooooooooooooo' she breathed. There was gonna be Hell to pay when they finally got her out of here. Jen was going to open the large, economy size can of Whoop-Ass. She was startled out of her wits when a hand appeared and held a kerchief in front of her face. While she was peeing, someone had walked up, and was standing behind her, out of her limited range of vision.
Her face burned in shame & humiliation as it sunk in that whoever it was had just watch her piss all over herself. The hand gently wiped the tears from her face, and held the kerchief so she could blow her nose. It was running after her crying fit. She blew, and them blew up.
