Track Torture

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Sharlene was one of the top college track and field prospects in the country. She had dedicated her life so far to a regime of gym work, tough training and long travelling in order to pursue her dream of becoming an Olympic 200m athlete. She was well on her way too, having enjoyed huge success throughout her teenage years she had earned a coveted scholarship opportunity at one of the top NCAA colleges providing her with an excellent platform to try and make the national team. The national team is picked on qualifying points achieved at meets and as a college athlete this often meant trekking the length and breath of the state to attend races. Unfortunately for Sharlene, 2020 had been a disappointing year and having missed many of the main national team qualifying meets through injury she would be required to attend and win a number of smaller regional events to try and make up qualifying points.

On this particular weekend Sharlene, along with some of her other teammates would be travelling a 4 hour journey by bus to a small regional event being held at a high school across state. Having packed her bag with her singlet, tight shorts and comfortable underwear the night before she jumped on the bus just after 9AM grabbing a large Gatorade, water and a banana from the front seats. She sat at the back near her friends chatting for a while before popping her headphones in and listening to music. She was constantly sipping at electrolytes to make sure her body was fueled correctly. The journey itself was fine, because of the hot weather and humidity of the bus the athletes were taking on more water than usual to make sure they were hydrated. There was one short rest stop an hour in but many of the girls, including Sharlene, just stretched their legs near the bus. By the last half hour a few of the girls were mentioning how they needed to pee once they got there. 

They arrived shortly later and disembarked from the bus grabbing their kit bags "Right wheres the toilets quick" Cathy stammered once they entered the track. For a small enough high school there was a huge number of athletes here, in the region of 700, wearing all different color singlets. The girls quickly dropped their bags at their allotted bench and headed towards the signs for toilets. To their dismay there was only a line of 10 portaloos to serve the entire cohort of athletes. A mix up with the date of the race meant the vast majority weren't delivered according to a male athlete standing nearby. There was huge lines for each as the girls queued shuffling from side to side, Sharlene's need to pee wasn't as bad as some of the others with Cathy and Briana in obvious predicaments holding between their legs. "I actually think i'm going to wet myself I need to piss so bad" cried Briana. Cathy was also struggling and getting very anxious about the growing need to release the pent up fluid "Lets just go pee somewhere I can't hold it" she said through a pained expression. Sharlene decided to stay in line but watched as the pair of girls hobbled to the trees near a grassy bank to the left of the toilets. She saw as the girls dropped their warmups in one fell swoop and could see the thick stream of clear pee bouncing off the roots of the tree as the girls raced to empty before being seen. With the queue moving nowhere fast Sharlene looked at her watch and realised that her warm up time was approaching and she needed to go get changed. She would take care of her bladder after.

She grabbed her bag and went to the mass of cubicle dressing rooms to put on her race gear. Once inside she shut the door and began to undress. Peeling her top off over her tanned, tonned 5'10 frame she admired her breasts in the mirror before putting on her sports bra and tight elastic vest top. As she attached her sticky race number to her she pushed against her bladder and felt an immediate twinge as the urine rushed towards her urethra. She quickly clamped her hands into her crotch and danced around for a minute on the spot. Her mind was racing as she thought about how similar the dressing room was to a portaloo. This only made her need worse as she imagined herself backing towards a toilet and piss erupting from her pussy. Removing her tracksuit bottoms and thong she was now completely naked on the bottom half. Her body reacted to this and a spurt of wee fired out of her for a split second. "Fuckkkk" she moaned contemplating spraying the floor with the rest but it was a thick plastic that would leave a massive puddle. She quickly squatted down and had to use her hand to massage her burning vagina before grabbing her knickers and shorts and yanking them up around her crotch with one hand. She used the thong she had taken off to dry her dribble of pee from the floor and quickly left the dressing room.

Back over towards the toilets she dropped her bag and jogged to join the toilet queue again. "SHARLENE" barked Coach Mills before she even reached the line "Warm ups are starting come on, the physio wants to look at your calf too". "I just need to use the loo first quickly" she pleaded but in vain. "Are you here to win or mess around?" he replied sternly pointing towards a small warm up section of track. Reluctantly she jogged back over to her bag grabbed her spikes and set off to the warm up area with a massive heaviness around her abdomen. The physio got her up on the table questioning her on how her calf had been since the injury. Sharlene could only mumble responses as her mind was fully focused on holding in her pee. As he dug his thumb deep into her calf she winced as her body tightened up preventing a gushing pee all over the physio table "Just let your body relax while i work out the knots" responded the physio unaware of her current situation. She managed to position a hand underneath herself as she lay face down and was physically pressing her pee hole shut as the physio continued to push into her calf.

She hopped off the table quickly once he had finished and jogged frantically over the line of girls going through warms ups. This was agony as it involved jumps, swinging of legs and other movements that were literally sloshing the litre of fluid around her bladder. "Why didn't I just pee at the tree with the girls" she thinks constantly as she makes her way through the warm up reps. The static stretches gave her some small relief as she was able to gently grasp her aching pussy while stretching her groin without anyone noticing. With five minutes to go until the race she had finished her warm up and was trying to focus on the race but her mind was racing, she was looking around frantically for somewhere to pee and made the decision to pee beside prefabs to the right of the track. She sprinted over maneuvering herself in the gap between the prefabs. Just as she ripped her shorts down two male athletes came around from the other side, cocks in hand and started spraying piss all over the prefabs. Startled Sharlene sprung up from her squat position "Agggghhhhh" barely able to pull her shorts up as she ran away. The lads got a massive fright themselves but caught a great glimpse of her bare arse running away having not even noticed her until she moved. A huge dribble of piss had escaped into her knickers in all the excitement causing a wet spot. With adrenaline now coursing around her body she kept jogging all the way to the start line where all the athletes were now lining up. It was torturous as she put her legs back into the starting block awaiting the gun to go. Her mind was screaming at her to pee and she had to tense her muscles just to stop it.

The gun fired and all the competitors pushed forward out of the blocks racing down the track. Feeling like she was running for her life Sharlene recovered from a poor start to pass the two girls inside her and for a short second she had forgotten about her bulging bladder. As the finish line appeared she spread her hands ducking over the line for a very respectable second place. In the final flurry to get over to line another streak of urine escaped into her knickers and shorts. This was enough for her mind to shoot back to the present. From the finish line she continued at a frantic jog towards a block of classrooms in front of her not even bothering to try find her coach. Each stride she took was once closer to wetting herself and she had no idea where she was running to at the minute. Several times she had to stop and drop down into a squat clamping her legs shut. "Please let them be open, please please i am so fuckin desperate" she grimaced to herself as she reached the building now breathing heavily. She yanked on the door and at the second attempt burst through. It was dark in the corridors bar a few lights left on and as she ran through the hallway spotted a toilet door up ahead. She sprinted up and tried to push her way through without breaking stride but rebounded "Noooooooooo please no" she cried at the locked door. She was now hopping from foot to foot, hands buried deep in her knickers willing the wee to stay in. She had no other option now she would have to pee in the hall. Just as she was about to release on the hall floor she looked around she saw a classroom door open and ran inside hoping there might be a sink. To her dismay there was no sink but there was a janitors bucket with a mop half filled with water in the corner. She darted over to the bucket, tearing her tight shorts, now gleaming with a saucer size wet patch, off her. She squatted down about four inches from the bucket and without even moving the brush begins a torrential flood from her pee hole. She cant stop moaning as a continuous beam of gleaming piss shoots from her. Some is cascading into the bucket making a massive echo in the empty classroom, another stream hits the brush wetting its handle while some misses and strikes the floor causing a pee puddle. She continues peeing for a minute solid, pent up urine causing the bucket to nearly over flow. When the cascade halts to a dribble she collapses to the ground utterly shattered. There is wee all over the inside of her legs as she grabs some tissue from the desk before wiping herself and throwing it into the bucket. She doesn't even bother to clean the pee from the ground. Quickly she hops back into her drenched knickers and shorts with the wet patch clutching tight to her crotch and pussy. Between the race to win and the race to pee she is totally absent of energy. Her legs are still shaking and she moves back over to the grassy bank and lies down to watch her friends race. She opens her legs slightly to allow the warm midday sun dry her piss soaked shorts and shudders as she recalls how close she was to a major accident.