Breaking Out by ImoutoCommissions

The young super hero known as Rainbow Triumph was missing. During an 
impromptu battle with Doctor Impossible, she had been overpowered, 
subdued, and kidnapped, taken to whatever secret location he was 
operating out of at the moment. Though it would not take long for her to 
be rescued once she was found, it would still be a wait.

She really, really didn't like waiting, especially not when she was 
being held captive by creepy, boring, evil nerds like Doctor Impossible. 
She was annoyed that she had even ended up in such a situation, but she 
knew that was her own fault. She was too young and too new to face him 
alone, and when she had discovered them, she should have waited for 
backup. She hadn't, and this was where it had landed her.

So now she was bound by her hands and feet, spread with her back against 
the wall in the shape of an X, and, to make matters worse, she had to 
pee and terribly so. She was equipped with digital indicators of various 
parts of her body, and, embarrassingly enough, had one that let her know 
just how full her bladder was.

What was even more embarrassing, and a hell of a lot more annoying, was 
the fact that, for all of the implants, enhancements, and modifications 
done to her, the scientists who worked on her had done nothing special 
to her bladder. It did not have a stronger capacity than any other 
teenage girl, and would empty itself eventually, whether she wanted it 
to or not. That eventually did not seem far off, considering the meter 
indicated she was 72 percent full.

She fidgeted as much as she could in her restraints, which didn't do 
much for her condition. Hearing footsteps, she stopped, and gave her 
sharpest most intimidating glare to Doctor Impossible as he entered the 
room. He looked at her and gave a low, dull chuckle. She rolled her 
eyes.

"How's your confinement treating you?" he asked. Again, she rolled her 
eyes, and he grinned. "I suppose that's what happens when you dare trade 
blows with I, Doctor Impossible, when you're all alone and weak!"

Could he sound like more of a dork? As if her bladder weren't enough of 
a problem, she had to listen to him talk, too? She wondered if he even 
thought in that ridiculous voice, but a sharp pang from her lower 
stomach reminded her that she had much more important things to think 
about.

She knew with almost absolute certainty that she could not ask to go to 
the bathroom. It was such an overused escape ploy and he was a genius, 
too smart to be fooled by that, even if she weren't trying to fool him. 
He would not let her free for anything, but her bladder cramped with its 
need to be emptied.

"Now," said Doctor Impossible, "it would be a shame if I had such an 
honored guest and did not take advantage of it. After all, being a new 
hero and all, I don't have as much information on you as I would like. 
I'm not the sort of man who likes to be missing information, you know."

She watched as he searched through a drawer, returning with a needle 
that made his intentions very clear. Whatever he was hoping to learn 
about her, he was going to start with a blood sample. At the thought of 
that, she instinctively thought about offering a urine sample, and there 
was a part of her that begged for that to happen.

But no, that was just too embarrassing, no matter what the situation! 
She had more shame than that, and it would feel so weird and gross to 
offer up her pee to a mad scientist. Even thinking that phrase made her 
shudder.

"Afraid of needles?" he asked, misinterpreting her reaction. "I would 
apologize for what I'm about to do, but being sorry has never been 
something I'm particularly good at." As soon as she was free, she was 
going to do everything in her power to break that nose of his.

She cringed a bit as he drew blood from her, but tried not to give him 
too much of a reaction. More than anything, she was worried about her 
bladder capacity, which kept going up in percentage. In what seemed like 
no time at all, it had grown all the way to 85 percent, and still no one 
had come to rescue her.

As the villain puttered around the room, fiddling with computers and 
medical equipment, studying her blood, she tried to concentrate on 
holding. The percentage was steadily increasing, and she had nothing to 
count on but clenching her muscles down there and, of course, it wasn't 
as if they had the increased strength she had pretty much everywhere 
else.

When the number went past ninety, she held back a whimper, and when it 
went past ninety five, she could not. Doctor Impossible showed no signs 
of noticing her, so if he did, he did not seem to care about whatever 
was wrong. Rainbow grit her teeth, clenching her fists as best she 
could. She was clearly shaking, but still, the doctor ignored her.

And then, she watched in horror as the sensor indicated she was at one 
hundred percent capacity, and she could feel her full, sloshing bladder 
start to give way a bit. Her eyes burned with tears as she put all of 
her strength into clenching her muscles, struggling with all her might 
to hold on just a little bit longer. A part of her knew that it would 
not do much good, as, even if she were to be freed soon, any movement 
would cause her to lose control, but she fought on.

It took a few moments before she fully lost control, most likely due to 
the fact that her sensors were not completely accurate, but she could 
also owe some of this to her own willpower as she fought wetting 
herself. But she could not last forever in this state, and soon she felt 
the first telltale spurts of her accident, which soon blended together 
into one powerful stream.

Humiliatingly enough, Doctor Impossible had just turned to say something 
to her when this started, and got to catch the full show. Because of the 
additional wastes being excreted, her urine was not the typical pale 
yellow color, and was instead a very neon blue. In addition to that, it 
was highly corrosive, which was another thing that had made her 
terrified to wet herself.

Her clothes began to disintegrate wherever her urine touched them. Soon, 
the lower half of her costume was completely gone, and the super villain 
at least had the decency to look away while her cheeks burned in 
embarrassment at what was happening. The floor was made of something 
strong enough to resist, and showed no signs of damage as a blue puddle 
formed. Her bonds were not so lucky.

Feeling the metal that held her start to melt away, her spirits lifted 
just a bit. At last, there was a way out! After she had her feet free, 
she maneuvered her feet above her head, gymnastics training coming in 
handy. She managed to get the bonds holding her hands wet, and broke 
free, just as Doctor Impossible seemed to realize that something was 
going on behind him.

Rainbow Triumph did not give him the chance to beat her this time, and 
the benefit of having the jump on him, combined with the rage at having 
to wet herself fueling her, she landed a solid punch that sent him to 
the floor. She threw another hit to render him unconscious and begin to 
make her way out of his lair.

She had to find her way home from here and report on what all she had 
seen, give information on his location and what sort of gear he had. But 
first, she was going to find something to cover herself.