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War of the Painted Ladies- (war.txt)- Weekend games take off on a
new twist in this variation on paintball. Round up your friends and play
by the amended rules this weekend! M/F pretend nc, b&d games
War of the Painted Ladies
"This would be a silly game in most circumstances, ladies," Simon
said. "But, given your adversaries, we think it will give both sides the
chance to win.
"The rules are simple for your team. You shoot and you win when
you succeed in eliminating eight of ten," he went on. "The have more
interesting rules. They have no guns. They have to capture you by stealth
and they have to take all ten of you captive to win."
Missy snorted and asked, "And why aren't those silly rules?"
"Because all the blue team are Rangers, trained for just this kind
of combat," Simon said. "This is actually a re-creation of something
called the rubber knife drill."
"Are they going to have knives?" Megan asked.
"Good question," Simon said. "That brings up the matter of special
win conditions. This contest is not covered by the Geneva convention and
captives are liable to the whims of their captors."
"And what does that mean?" cross-examined Missy.
"If the catch you, they want to keep you," said Simon, "They
are about evenly on fucking you when they take you or waiting until
you're all captured and having a big orgy. You gals have any preference?"
That set off a murmur and then a roar from the women. They might as
well have had a paintball war between themselves to settle the matter.
Finally Missy, their organizer and captain, stepped forward.
"While there is some shocking support of this stupid idea, most
of us don't appreciate the insinuation that we're little sex bunnies for
the to capture and rape," Missy said. "At the very least, they want
to see the that are making this proposition."
Simon smiled at the dissention in the woman's ranks and Missy's
obvious opposition to the idea.
"That will take a while, since they're on the other side of the
course, but if you want to wait..." he said.
He took the stony look as a sign they wanted to proceed. Taking out
his field phone, he put it in his ear and spoke into the wand. There was
ten minutes of uneasy silence as the women milled around waiting.
The silence became surreal when the ten appeared with the
quietest of rustles. In full camouflage, it was hard to distinguish their
features, but there was no mistaking broad shoulders and manly chests.
The silence became a buzz as the women conferred.
A disappointed Missy finally addressed Simon.
"They agree. But we won't have an orgy," she said sternly. "If one
of the gets lucky enough to grab one of the women, he can do his
worst to her then. And no passing her around. Captured women only have to
submit to her captor."
A hand went up in the back. Simon recognized it.
"What if we happen on one of the claiming his prize?" she
asked, "Can we shoot him in the ass?"
A chuckle came from the woman and the shifted uneasily.
"Well, you've got to have some fun," Simon said, "I think that's a
great idea- but the woman who was captured is still out of the game."
The women had ten more minutes to think over the deal as the took their places. For Missy, it was ten minutes to plan strategy. The
obvious plan was to form a circle and shoot the as they appeared.
Unfortunately, that wasn't in the spirit of seek and destroy. The
men might wait them out and nothing would be proved. Missy wanted to win
this thing and with the stakes increased, she wanted to win even more.
"No gaps," she warned the others before they moved out, "We do a
'goose' with Amber at the wide end."
That should foil their little Ranger plans, she thought. They took
the formation of migrating geese with Missy at the point. Amber was their
rear guard at the wide part of the "V". They would systematically flush
out the men, paint them and win this exercise.
It was a very good plan. The Rangers had to wait a long time in
cover for the formation to falter. Then Jacki took the long path around a
tree and was the first to fall.
"Broken neck," Sal whispered in her ear as he clapped one hand over
her mouth and the other on the back of her neck.
He dragged her quickly behind the fallen log that had concealed him
and covered her with his body. Her pink armband was the first casualty
of her capture.
Thirty feet away, Amber made the alarm. Through the leaves Sal
heaped on her glowing white face, Jacki watched the squad circle them,
searching for her. They were under the log now, out of the way of a
searching foot if someone chanced to cross the tree trunk.
"Look, there are nine of us left. We have to shoot eight of these
bastards, so let's be more careful and get back to work," they heard
Missy instruct the rest of the Pinks.
Sal hauled his prize up by the collar and dragged her off in the
opposite direction.
"Don't want my ass painted," he laughed at her when he had hustled
her back near the women's assembly area. "Now you got any preference how
I do you?"
Jacki answered with a small shake of her head. All manner of
contradictory feelings coursed through her. She was nervous about being
with this stranger. At the same time, the way he had handled her like she
was a puff of cotton was making her sweat in anticipation.
"You want me to rape you, or do you want to strip down and
collaborate?" Sal asked.
Jacki didn't recognize the voice that said huskily, "Rape me."
Her fearful side instantly took control as Sal grabbed the collar
of her fatigues and ripped them open. He was going to rape her. He was
going top throw her down and ram his cock in her without mercy. She
didn't know this stranger and there was no telling what kind of maniac
he might be.
She was still modestly covered in her sports bra, but her knees
trembled with this violent prelude to what would come. Sal was a little
more tender as he opened her pants and jerked them to her knees.
There was power and implied menace in the way he took her to the
ground, but he set her down on her back with only a little bump. He
rested her legs on his shoulder as he tugged down his own pants. The
pause gave her fears time to explode into mile-a-minute heartbeats.
He licked his fingers and rubbed them compellingly over her pussy.
He taunted her as he did, but they both knew he was trying to make her
cunt lubricate itself for his entry. It only prolonged the tension for
Jacki. She still cringed when he moved forward and she felt his cock set
at the gate.
Lubricated or not, his thrust shocked and her even though she
had been bracing for it since he had thrown her on her back. She couldn't
estimate his size other than to know it was more than enough to stuff her
full.
"So you like it rough?" Sal asked as he pulled back and thrust hard
into her again, "I got plenty of that for you."
Jacki couldn't respond. She was being possessed by the spirit of
her romance-reading secret self. She could only claw the dirt with her
hands as this alter ego experienced the bodice-ripping romance ideal of
being ravished in her body. It was sin without sinning since she was
forced.
It was also thrust after thrust after thrust with only her dreamy
fantasies for comfort. Sexually, Sal's thrusts were leaving her flat.
Sal had wrung all the joy he could out of his measured thrusts as
well. He tugged Jacki's pants until he could pull then over her boots.
He pulled her pants off and pushed her legs apart so they fell to the
dirt on either side of him.
With one last florish of the rape fantasy, he grabbed the bottom
band of her bra and yanked it up. Her fell free and pooled to the sides, dripping off either side of her chest.
Then he was over her and it was more than fantasy he was touching
when his cock bumped against her as he thrust. Whether it was the shame
of her condition or the rapidly advancing unbidden climax making her
flush like a schoolgirl, she could not tell. In any case, the one followed
quickly on the heels of the other.
She trembled in the throes of orgasm feeling as captive to it as she
did to Sal. It was another overwheling feeling she could not help.
Sal joined her as she twitched in the fading climax and he pushed
tight against her and emptied his balls. After a decent interval, Sal
straightened himself up.
"I gotta go," he said apologetically to Jacki. "One of your friends
might get lucky and the squad will need me to move into his place."
As a parting gesture, he knotted the condom he had worn, now used
and full, and poked a near the rim. He pushed the button on her
pocket through it and buttoned the pocket closed with it hanging out like
a medal.
"Here's your POW marker," he said, "Don't take it off or someone
else might capture you again."
He put his radio back in his ear and tapped lightly on the wand.
"If you're clear, talk to me," came the reply.
"Sal's done here, ready to report," Sal said softly.
He found himself about a hundred yards North of the place he had
captured Jacki. Erica had been dragged off and now the remaining eight
were circling a bit confused and apprehensive.
"Do you want me to drag you somewhere or do you just want to open
your legs and give it to me here?" Jack was asking Erica.
"You crude bastard!" she hissed at him, interestingly not loud
enough to alert the others.
Jack grinned and shook with a soundless laugh.
"You knew what you were in for when we started- and I bet your
little soaked through thinking about it," Jack taunted her.
At the same time, he tugged open her belt and pushed her pants
down to her hips. He was more crude than she imagined.
"Roll over," he ordered, pulling at her arm.
"No! Not in the ass!" she whispered desperately.
"What are you mumbling about?" Jack said as he yanked her clothes
down below her ass and tilted her hips up.
She trembled with something- fear? excitement? as she waited for
him to take her. She felt the strange cool touch and then he was inside her. Not yet all the way, but deep enough she knew she was now his.
She arched her back more to give him access to her as he
pressed down to her. She moved more when he pressed up tight on her rear.
"That's the way," Jack congratulated her, "You know you've been
taken, make it easy on yourself."
Erica had to. There was simply no other thing to do in her situation. It would have been much more difficult to hold her pose
without moving.
She had been titillated by the idea. She'd been excited when Jack
grabbed her. Now that the difficult part of the actual ravishment was
past, she could happily abandon herself to her fate.
It was almost too perfect, she told herself, counting the ways it
was better than it could have been. This was very aggressive, but
only to the edge of violence. She wasn't really afraid of him, but he was
dangerous enough to keep the thrill in her unwilling seduction. And as
far as unwilling went, he was threatening enough to force her, but not
being any rougher than needed.
For her part, Erica was giving into the rape fantasy from the time
the cock plunged into her pussy. Another good thing was the wasn't
messing around when he fucked her. She wasn't going to need a lot of
fucking to shame herself with an orgasm. She liked the idea of a
no-nonsense fuck. He'd pulled down her pants and stuck it to her. She
hoped they would quickly and she'd pull up her pants and it would be
neat and over.
Erica would have liked more quick, neat orgasms in her life and
fewer of the maudlin marathon sessions her husband thought made for great
sex. This was proving Erica knew what she liked.
The rude slapped her on the ass when he was done with her. It
made Erica turn over to protect her rear. He grinned and buttoned her
'POW medal' on her pocket with the same speech Sal had given Jacki.
Then a disturbance came from behind them and Jack shooed her back
to the assembly point with another smack on her ass before she could
pull up her pants. She found herself thinking more about the surprising whacks on her rear than her 'perfect' fuck as she trudged back to join
Jacki.
There was a crisis. Now Megan was missing and the other six were
unhappy with Missy.
"They're just going to pick us off one at a time and we'll never
see them!" one woman was expressing in a panicked whine.
"You're not a virgin are you, Amy? That's not why you're acting
like a ninny, is it?" Missy tried to tough her out. "You're not afraid
one of those bad will fuck your little twat, are you?"
"I'd think the part would be bothering you, Missy," came a dry
remark from another woman.
Missy let the implication pass and used the jibe to bring Amy back
into line.
"You see, I'm not going to fall apart and make it easy," Missy said,
"We've got to shoot eight of them. That's all we have to think about."
Amy certainly had no other plan. She was resigned to her fate as
she got back into formation. She wasn't going to sit alone and just wait
for on of the to... She wouldn't think about it.
For fun, Manny had the break from 'Straggler' to let Missy know
just how easy it could be. Instead of picking off women who made a mis-
step or lagged the formation, they would create a diversion and then
pick someone out of the flock in the confusion. He thought Duwayne would
like Amy.
They skirted the women's column until they were slightly ahead and
across from Duwayne's position. Then Jester reached for a foot and
tossed one of the women in the air. She went up a bit and then came down hard on her back. He and Manny crawled off as the next woman raised an
alarm and the women gathered around their falled comrade.
They half believed that she had been tripped as she said, but hoped
she had slipped on her own. Missy trumpeted the tripped interpretation
in order to flaunt how her column had thwarted the capture. It only made
it worse when they realized that Amy was gone.
The confab also covered the fact that Amy was not going to shut up
and had to be hurried out of the area before she could alert the others.
"You know we could call a foul and take every one of your friends
captive right now," Duwayne scolded her. "I bet they'd like you for making
them lose with what's at stake. I cut your throat. You have to be dead
then. You were cheating."
"You're going to rape me!" Amy accused. "You don't have any right
to do that."
"You don't like to play by any rules, do you," Duwayne laughed, "But
I bet you'd shoot me right in the butt if you had the chance. You all
knew what was going to happen. Don't try to change the rules now."
"It's... It's Illegal! It's... White slavery!" Amy sputtered.
Duwayne pursed his lips in a disgusted look and shook his head.
"Okay, we'll call in the others and tell them they lost," he said
"I bet they take it better than you. It'll be kind of fun to see which
of the takes which of the women and what they do to them. But I bet
you won't be their favorite person for a while."
If she had all weekend to think, Amy may have decided she was more
important than the others, but she was swayed by the immediacy Duwayne
was pushing on her. A drama queen needs her audience and she instinctively
felt the need to protect them.
"No, please don't do that. They'll hate me," Amy begged. "But I'm
so scared of being raped."
Duwayne had the hang of this one already. He wasn't a genius with
women, but Amy seemed so transparent to him. He switched into confidant
mode and look pityingly on her.
"Gee I didn't know it meant that much to you," he said.
"Oh please," Amy cried, sensing a weak spot, "You don't have to rape
me, do you?"
"Well, would you at least play with it for me?" Duwayne asked
meekly.
She nodded and got down in front of Duwayne. He took out his cock,
already rising for the occasion. He put her hand on it and showed her
a stroke or two.
"You could lick it a little too, couldn't you?" Duwayne asked.
It gave Amy a feeling of power to grant this small concession.
Duwayne was just getting started. He let her stroke and lick his
cock into erection and made his next request.
"You've got to get naked," he told her. "I got to have something to
look at while you do that."
"Naked?!" Amy protested.
"You want me to just fuck you instead?" Duwayne asked and made the
merest lean towards her.
"Okay, okay," Amy quickly agreed and her hands flew to her buttons.
At that moment, Megan was letting out a lungful of smoke and
dropping her head back onto the broad chest of her captor.
"At least I know why you call it rubber knives," she said fingering
the 'badge' Hurley had buttoned to her pocket.
"Whaaa?" Hurley asked
"Well, I sure got stabbed up the rear and they call these things
rubbers, don't they?" she smirked.
"Hey, that's funny," Hurley chuckled, making her head bounce on
his chest, "But that's not what we do on manuvers."
"And that's not what I do at home," Megan replied.
That had pretty much been the point. Dan wanted to desperately, but
Megan couldn't bring herself to say yes. There was something weird about
it. There was something wrong with the way Dan made it sound like an
adult version of 'all the other get to do it' instead of something
he really wanted himself.
But his pleas had set her to thinking. What would it be like to have
a cock go in the other hole? She liked her asshole stimlated. She liked
a finger in her ass when Dan was fucking her. She knew her asshole could
open wide enough for a cock, too many people did it for it to be
impossible.
Then she had the perfect time and the perfect setting and the
perfect reason to find out for herself. What would go better with an
abuction and rape than sodomy? Particularly when her captor looked like
he was built to ruin women.
Her Schwartzneggerian ape was the one that had his doubts. "Please
do it in the rear hole," didn't seem to be a request he heard too often.
"I don't know lady, we don't have nothin' to make it slippery,"
Hurley had said.
The lady bent over and hugging a tree with her pants to her ankles
had to take charge. She turned around and started going through his
pockets. He was an artist, but she thought she knew more about cosmetics
than he did.
"It's called GREASE- paint," she said as she handed him a camouflage
stick.
So she now had the blackest medal and anus of any women there. He'd
drawn the line around and then pushed the applicator into her asshole. It
had been one of the sexiest things she had ever felt.
Most of it was the excitement of the unknown, but it had a healthy dose of her Rambo lover mixed into the anticipation. It made her want him
so bad that she had to turn away from her tree again and drop to her knees
to suck his cock. She wanted this hulk of a to want to fuck her as
much as she wanted him to.
It wasn't as ouchy as Megan supposed it might be when he wormed his
cock into her sphincter. It was more like a yipe! because he pushed the
head right in. As he rocked gently and waited for her to adjust, Megan
decided that, overall, it was better that way- like taking off tape.
It didn't much at all. Even when her breath came short in panic
as she felt this huge presence overflow her ass, it was not pain, but
fear that brought the reaction. She gripped the tree tighter and hoped
that everything was less dire than it felt as his cock drove into her
rectum.
It didn't get good until Hurley slapped his groin against her
backside and drove the last inch up her ass. She was so overcome by how
big his cock felt inside her that she wasn't able to worry anymore. In
this state of willful bliss, she quickly discovered the pleasure in her
asshole and the harmonics his thrusting set off in her whole crotch.
They were more subtle than the feeling she was being butchered, but
they were much nicer to feel. Even having a cock so deep in her ass began
to touch some darker desire as she grew used to it.
It was still a laughable paradox when the beating her like a
step-child with his thrusts asked her if she wanted to get off. Megan
didn't think she could rise above 'see the good points' this time.
He surprised her by holding her hips in one huge hand and sliding
the other down her belly to the Vee between her thighs. Big fingers were
good fingers to reach back far enough to cover her clit.
It was amazing how much she liked his cock ramming into her and his
thighs slapping her butt. It wasn't important what. She just knew she
wanted more of it. And, in the end, he gave her enough.
Yup, she knew her little black asshole had been fucked. And she'd
had it fucked by a that was probably only okay in bed, but was more
than twice the Dan was. Her ass was still an achy memory in her pants.
Amy didn't mess around. She knew she'd end up naked and saw no
sense in making the process of getting that way any longer. Bra followed
fatigue and she plopped on her butt to pull off her pants.
"Don't mess with the boots," Duwayne said, "It's all right if you
just pull it all down to your ankles."
She got back to her knees and pulled down her panties. With a little
hop she had it all around her ankles. She had to stumble forward a bit on
her knees to get back to Duwayne. He tipped her head up before she could
take him in her mouth.
"No more games now," he said quietly. "This is it. You just suck me
off, spit or swallow, and that's all."
The sneaky bastard had this in mind all the time, Amy snorted. At
least she was going to get away with a blow-job, she had to remember.
She kept her face tipped up as she let his cock slide past her lips.
If he wanted to look, then he could see her stare at him while she
sucked his prick. Duwayne liked the picture.
Duwayne liked the blow job even more. Amy wasn't going slow or fast;
she was efficient. She around the head to make him rigid and then
began to take him a little deeper into her mouth. She didn't try to
hurry his desire.
She had to make him want to cum, need to and slow was the best
way to feed the need. She made him want when she licked up the sides of
his cock. Then she gave him back her mouth and a little more
urgently. He was ripe for her big scene.
He was still staring in her eyes. That was good because it was also
visually satisfying to see her lips sink down until they were pressed
against his groin. She let him feel the full enclosure in her throat and
mouth and then pulled back to breathe. She forced her head down and let
his cock press into her throat three times before she sensed it was time.
He exploded like a cannon shot soon after she began hard
and quick. Her hand was urging the erpution by tickling behind his
drawn-up balls and thus there was nothing for her to do but take the
gushing seed in her mouth. She kept as he added more.
"You all get a badge," Duwayne told her, "I bet yours is the
only one that'll be empty."
He buttoned the unused condom on her pocket like the other captives.
She was still sitting with her pants down and the draped open over
her shoulders when Hurley and Megan walked up. She pulled the closed
instinctively, but realized that she would be much more exposed pulling
up her pants than staying where she was. She swung her knees away and
stayed put.
"How goes the exercise?" Hurley greeted Duwayne.
"I bet we got half of 'em by now," Duwayne said, "This is number
four right here."
At that moment they had captured six. Greta had just been exposed
in the undergrowth as Brian pulled off her bra and left her naked in
the weeds. Amber herself was being dragged through a low trench as Jester
moved her to a safe place to claim his prize.
The other women were forming a box now and Missy was still assuring
them that all they had to do was shoot two each and they would win. All
they had to do was shoot two.
"Jesus, no! You can't do that!" Greta exploded when Stan picked up
her paintball gun.
He had no intention of shooting the naked valkyrie. Not with
paintballs at least. But her reaction made him consider the excitement
she was getting from her role as a captive. He would force her to submit
and she would love it.
"I can do what I want," he growled. "And I'll see what you look
like with a blue butt and tellow if you don't do what I tell you,
when I tell you."
Greta was afraid. She had let this strip her because it seemed
so dirty to yield to his commands. She had expected a risque roll in the
weeds with a stranger. But she had just realized she didn't know anything
about him except he was a soldier.
She was afraid the paintballs would be horribly painful shot against
her naked skin. She shrank back from this man, her fear widening her eyes.
Stan gave her a tight-lipped smile. He liked the look on her face
as she huddled in the grass. She was ready to shit a brick.
"Now get over here and suck this," he said, taking out his cock.
Greta moved quickly to roll up on her knees and obey. She wasn't
thinking about his cock. She wasn't thinking about what she would do
after she took him in her mouth. She was moved by fear to obey.
Stan took a tight hold on the braid wrapped around Greta's head
and moved her face back and forth on his cock. As he filled her mouth,
Greta noticed that fear and excitement were much alike.
She was trembling by the time Stan's cock stiffened and began to
stab stiflingly into her throat. She wasn't sure what emotion she was
feeling when he pushed her back and told her to put her legs in the air.
She obeyed quickly, whatever the urging. She lay waiting for him
gasping in shallow breaths. She wasn't sure what was going to happen to
her now. She watched him roll the rubber on his cock like it was a
deadly snake that was going to bite her.
The first stab of his cock inside her held the same ambivalence.
It was like a knife in suddenness, but it was somehow completeing, killing
some of her fear with the thrust. He was rutting her now. She had less
to fear from his anger.
Her fear-taut nipples began to burn as he fucked her. He was turning
tension to desire with his cock. She had begun to moan when he brought
back the fear.
"Now crawl up on your knees and kiss the ground," he ordered.
She knew the inviting target she would present in that exposed
position. Her entire bottom would be vulnerable to his cock or the
crack of a paintball.
She was trembling again as she posed spread and open. Stan let
her fret for an extra moment before plunging his cock back into her
cunt. Then he let his superior position drive him into her. He was in
charge. He fucked her like he was in charge.
This time it was relief that flooded through Greta as his cock
filled her. The ground was a comforting certainty she could hug as he
fucked his cock into her. She could relax her fear and feel the rhythm
of his stiff prick filling her over and over again.
She rubbed her face in the grass as she abandoned herself to the
pure carnal feeling of being fucked. The stranger had become everydick
and she was responding to the anonymous and somehow fantasy fuck.
"You did good," Jester complimented Amber when he had dragged her
a good distance. "I bet it was tough playing by the rules."
"I was going to spoil the game?" Amber snorted. "You couldn't drag
me fast enough to make me feel it. Besides, you aren't going to get Missy
without casualties, you can bet on that."
"But your chances of winning are slim," Jester said. "Right now
they're out-numbered 10 to 4 and half our are ready to die because
they've already had theirs."
Like Grant took Richmond, she thought. Amber couldn't debate his
conclusion. It was very simple now with their numbers. She turned her
thoughts to her own fate.
"So what's your plan for me?" she asked the spiral striped hulk
that crouched over her.
"I thought the standard climb over you and bang you until I
cum," Jester said flatly. "Unless you can think of something better?"
This was a colussus. Even his undershirt had muscles when he
stripped off his fatigues. And she knew it was rock from the way she had
gone from taking a step to moving quickly backward on her butt. She didn't
remember falling. There was a clamp like a trap on her ankle and the
next clear thought she had was being dragged off through the wood.
And she hadn't even sensed him. He was a warrior worthy of respect.
A haunting image flashed into her mind that was too perverse for her to
think about. She looked at muscles like scales outlining the "V" of his
chest and let the image come back for a longer look.
He was a warrior worthy of respect. He deserved the enjoyment of
claiming the victory over his captive.
"You should tie me up," she said in a near growl.
"You mean you're going to fight?" Jester was smirking.
"No, I mean up high so you can celebrate your victory," she said.
Jester had the vision. He gathered her up in one arm and tossed her
on his shoulder for a short trot to a stand of trees.
Amber only let one twinge of fear interrupt her arcane dream as
Jester found a branch low enough to tie her hands. The reality of the
open glade intruded for an instant, shocking her with her own idea of
hanging naked and being ravished in the open like this.
Then she fixed on Jester surveying her as she stood, unable to
resist his desires. She was the captive and would see what she was made
of when tested by this sculpted chunk of man.
The look Jester saw in her gaze was pure heat. She glared at him
with no sense of surrender in her eyes despite her position. Jester looked
at her with hunger. His hard-on jumped up to slap against his belly when
he took off his pants.
"I like your idea, m'am, I surely do," Jester said smugly as touched
Amber's as if he were examining them. "To the victor belongs the
spoils- but I'll try not to spoil you too much."
Several things, from a plea to a slur stirred her tongue, but Amber
decided she would best take his offerings without speaking.
"Okay, babe, you're just here to use, anyway," he said to her
silence and forced his fingers between her thighs.
He rubbed her until she couldn't help but respond. She only began
to shift her weight from foot to foot, but Jester was alert to the change.
He slipped his finger inside her to keep her on course.
There was no reason to be defiant, Amber reasoned. Chances were that
this would be the only opportunity she ever had to experience anything
like this. She let her head loll back and her mouth open as his finger
probed her.
Jester obliged her surrender by reaching behind her and gathering
her ass in his hand. Then Amber was lifted by that big hand and felt as
if Jester was lifting her on and off the finger he had put inside her.
It was a helpless rag doll feeling and Amber knew Jester could feel
her excitement as her lubricated liberally. War games for her were
made up of nervousness that she would suffer such a defeat. Now that
stored tension was being released through her crotch as she was made to
pay the price, though admittedly by a that already made her juices
flow.
Rather than add to her miseries, her bonds freed her from her
responsibility to resist her captor. He could do whatever he wanted to
her. She was tied up and unable to resist.
She felt a twinge of doubt when another of Jester's fingers forced
its way into her rectum. But she was so ready and he was such a that
even the threat he would use her like a was exciting. It was her one
chance. She could not see this happening again. She had to take what
came of it, because there might never be another chance.
"Damn, lady, you sure know how to make a glad he caught you,"
Jester said in awe as her juices ran down his fingers and soaked his palm.
"Just do it to me, soldier," Amber gasped in a husky voice, "Don't
talk me to death, put an end to it."
She was talking tough, but Jester knew she was begging. She wanted
him to fuck her tied to a tree. She wanted to dance helpless on his cock
and she was getting impatient waiting for him to be inside her. He
understood the need.
He wanted to be inside her just as much, but he may have been
enjoying playing with her a tad more than she liked him delaying her
final pleasure. And indeed it was only a tad.
Amber wanted terribly to be taken and she wanted this to do it.
And she was enjoying her naked and helpless inability to do anything
about her desires. Her longings were out of her control like her ability
to retain her modesty from passers-by.
The forced surrender was touching something deep and mythic inside
Amber. And that touch was making her flow like a faucet with
suspended lust. Her passion, like her hands, was bound and building as it
craved release.
Jester could see the build-up in her body and might have waited to
see if she would explode if she reamined untouched, but his cock was
sending its own urgent message. Here she was, all his, helplessly waiting
for him. He was as excited to claim his prize as she was to surrender.
He felt large and imposing inside her as he bent his knees to put
his cock under her and straightened up to fill her. It was an abrupt
filling, but Amber was so wet that the thrust itself was easy.
Then Jester straightened the rest of the way up and she was hanging
from her wrists and impaled on his prick. One big hand held her up as
she looked up into his grinning face with some apprehension.
He was more overwhelming than she dreamed. She knew she was little
more than a rag doll in his hands, but she had somehow missed the
implication that it held for having sex with him.
She had imagined being a sighing, helpless woman in his arms. She
had imagined she would give it up to him in an exciting surrender. That
turned her on very much. She had not imagined his cock would be much
different, nor that the actual fuck would vary from the standerd in-out.
She was now perched on his cock, hanging from the tree and feeling
like she was little more than an oddly shaped condom he had slipped on.
It wasn't that his cock was huge. She had noted that when he stepped out
of his pants. He was good-sized, but not one that brought out rulers to
measure his immensity.
Her feeling came from the way he wielded her on his cock. Being
snatched up and tossed around bodily was a different feeling when he did
it with his cock in her cunt. His effortless handling of her weight made
her feel like a feather- a feather that was in the middle by a
stalk of man-meat.
Resistance was futile. There was nothing for her to do but give in-
and Amber gave in all the way. She let go of her controlling impulses
entirely and let his thrusts tell her how to feel.
Jester felt her surrender, but it also felt like agreement. She
wanted what he was doing. She liked him fucking her on and off his cock
by his grip on her tight ass. She was liking it maybe better than him.
Missy heard the scream carry through the woods. She knew it was
Amber and she knew what made Amber scream that way. Her second in command
had just paid- if you can use that word- the price for being captured.
Missy knew there was no hope. All that was left was to shoot at
least one of the bastards before they all were captured. She wondered
what it would be like to have to submit to their leader.
Amber simply stood with the web belts still wrapped around her
wrists when Jester let her down. She wanted to play captive longer.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" Jester asked.
"I'll dress if you order me to," Amber answered.
"I'm supposed to button this to your pocket," Jester said and held
up his filled, used condom, tied at the top, "I guess you have to put on
your shirt."
Amber reached into her hair and reached for the rubber. She winced
as she snapped the clip closed, but then it wasn't so bad. She stood up
at attention with the rubber hanging from her left nipple.
"Will that do, sir?" she asked.
Jester grinned. He was better at interpreting small observations
than guessing motivation, but he knew she was begging to be paraded into
the assembly area naked and bound.
He left her naked and didn't bother with the bound. She looked more
conquered walking into the circle with the belts hanging free from both
wrists. He appreciated her kinky fantasy.
Amber saw enough jealousy to quell her apprehension as she walked
into the collection of other captives. She felt like a sexy sight, naked
and adorned with bonds and a condom on her tit. There had to be an
exposure to someone to make her submission complete. She wanted Jester to
take her again in front of the others.
But Jester was back to work. There was the plan of attack on the
four remaining and Jester knew he would have a key role.
Jester nearly stepped on the Shadow when he rejoined Manny. Even
he couldn't pick the stealth expert out of the surrounding foliage. They
were in position. All they had to do was co-ordinate the rush.
Everyone knew what was coming. Even the decoys were excited for
their chance to charge into battle. They could be the hero making the
sacrifice for the squad one time that they could collect the kudos before
they were called on to make that sacrifice in battle.
Missy knew it was coming. It was what she would do with superior
numbers. Freed from the reality of a death toll, Missy was quite ruthless
expending her troops to accomplish the objective. She just wanted to be
alert and shoot as many as she could.
They had chosen inaccessibility as their defense. Missy and the
others were facing four directions in the middle of a tangle of fallen
tree trunks. Missy thought they would get off more shots before being
overwhelmed.
Manny liked her thinking. It was good tactics between two armed
squads. But they weren't armed, the women had the advantave of range.
Open ground would have meant more trouble. They would have been engaged
beyond the range of their knives as they rushed to take the rest.
The were able to crawl within a few feet of the women's covered
position. Hurley dashing from his cover was the signal. All hell broke
loose for about six seconds. Then the women were face down on the ground, victims of the men.
They had shot two. Eve had picked off Hurley as he made the diversion. Steffi and Katy had been distracted and taken without a shot.
Missy kept her eyes glued to her area and shot Jester in the face as he
popped up.
In the true spirit, Jester pulled back his hand from her gun when
the paint stung his face. It left her free for another half-second before
another hand clamped down and pulled her arm back. Then they were all
captured.
"Hey, they got two of our guys! I say we strip 'em naked and paint
'em from twat to nose," came one opinion.
"Hey, how did you vote?" asked another, "You want to have a
little orgy all fucking together right here?"
Missy struggled to turn over. She had parting words for her opposite
commander.
"I voted against all of this, so I suggest you drag us off and do
what you feel you have to do and stop dragging it out," she told Manny.
"I'd love to drag you out and claim you, but I didn't capture you,"
Manny said. "You'll have to take it up with Shadow."
Missy should have been honored. Shadow always got the critical
assignments. Manny had showed her a lot of respect. But she was miffed.
Commanders should end up with commanders. It was fitting of their
stations.
"But you wouldn't have to be ashamed to stay," Manny laughed at her,
"With Shadow fucking you, I don't think anyone will be able to see you
even if you're lying right beside them."
As it turned out, only Eve was prepared for group sex in the tangle
of fallen trunks. Eve was prepared for anything. Get fucked, not get
fucked, it was all the same to her. She wasn't looking forward to being
'claimed', but it would just be another session laying beneath a and
letting him jerk back and forth over her. It was such a big deal to them
and she'd gotten used to it.
Consequently, Kevin and Eve stayed put as Manny, Ruff and Shadow
each pulled their prize off into privacy.
Missy was still dealing with her disappointment. When she had heard
Amber's scream, she had pictured the woman's body writhing and the look
of bliss on her squinting face. Then she had tried to herself as
that woman with Manny between her legs. She was used to that idea. Shadow
was a different matter indeed.
Where Manny was a big man, certainly not Jester or Hurley, but about
6-2, 235, Shadow was slight by comparison. He was probably the only one
that did not reach 200 pounds, though Duwayne's 207 looked more slender
on his 6-5 frame. Missy was having trouble adjusting to the idea of this
simply ordinary having her.
The spooky thing was that Shadow had yet to utter a sound. He had
pulled her efficiently over the log and into a clearing. He had her out
of her before she realized what the tugging was about. He was a
master of never being where she was looking. It was beginning to feel like
she was being seduced by a ghost.
"You don't care, do you?" Kevin was asking Eve back at the scene
of the women's final defeat.
"Just hop on and do your thing and then leave me alone," Eve said.
"You bet I will," Kevin said, "And I don't care if you like it or
not. But you have to help me get it up to fuck a skinny bitch like you."
Eve was lying on her back with her pants off and her legs spread.
She sat up and reached for his cock to jack him off. She supposed he'd
want her mouth on it, but she wasn't volunteering.
He didn't ask. When his cock was hard, he put on the condom and
pushed her down onto her back. His first attempt to enter her made her
screech.
"Dry as the desert, aren't you," Kevin said, "Well, we can fix
that."
Eve was prepared for him to make some pathetic attempt to interest
her by licking her crotch. Instead, he parted her labia with his thumbs
and spit into two or three times. Then he dropped her legs and put
his cock in her again.
He played to her superior attitude. There was enough saliva to let
him fuck her and he did just that. He played to her basest opinions by
fucking her just the way he liked, slow when he liked and hard when he
liked.
He seemed to enjoy himself and she remained untouched. He twisted
that on her as he was making her POW badge for her.
"You got a nice little there," Kevin complimented her, "It's
good you let others get the enjoyment from it since you don't seem to."
That was outrageous! If she gave in, then she'd be admitting they
made her feel good. Then she'd be enjoying it and... and... and... That
was where her reasons broke down. She didn't want to think of the and.
She tried to forget what he said as quick as she could.
Missy could see Shadow now. His bare midriff with the long, hard
cock was a dead giveaway. He had stripped her, fatigue shirt, T-shirt,
boots, pants and all in his spooky way and she was lying on the ground
in her underwear as he pulled his pants to his knees and rolled up his
shirt.
He still had not spoken a word as he knelt down between her legs.
Ruff had Steffi pinned to a tree between his arms and pressed
against his body. He was kissing her and she wasn't necessarily resisting.
She had always wondered how it would be to have another man. This seemed
the best way to find out. It was uncomplicated and somewhat defensable
in case Gary ever found out.
This guy would do it and she'd find out how she felt about letting
other have that intimacy with her. She had fucked three in her
life, but they had been and she had different motives. She just
wanted to know if it would make her feel bad to let another know her
in that way.
So far, it was pretty good. Ruff was acting like an eager date, but
one that wasn't going to be denied. She didn't think he'd be too rough
with her as long as she kept co-operating.
Co-operating with Ruff was easy. It was just like not struggling
with a little kissing back thrown in. She let him unbutton her fatigue
shirt and push it back and open her pants as she co-operated.
She didn't wear a bra under the tight green T-shirt and Ruff made
her glad with his sensuous stimulation of her nipples through the cotton.
He was still an imposing presence in front of her demanding her kisses as
the hand stroked down and dove into her panties.
He was giving her a high school boy's version of seduction. Maybe if
the she dated in high school were more threatening, Steffi would have
liked their advances better. Ruff was doing the same things and he was
going to find a sloppy when his fingers touched her down there.
He immediately pushed her down her thighs out of the way
and let her pants fall down around her ankles when he felt how ready she
was. He sild his finger inside her and kissed her deeply. He was using his
tongue and finger together to invade either end of her in a concert of
synchonized motion.
Steffi remembered thinking how childish that seemed, but her
evaluation was blurred by how excited his childish moves were making her.
She hardly remembered sinking to her knees at his bidding.
"Don't seem right to do the whole captive rape thing without making
you suck my dick," Ruff told her.
That had not been part of her 'try another cock' fantasy. She had
considered that thing crawling up inside her and knowing what she felt
like inside, but she hadn't considered getting to know what his cock felt
like in her mouth. Not that consideration had anything to do with it now.
She was pretty much trapped. She let that be her excuse as she
opened her mouth and Ruff pushed his cock into it. She didn't have to
think to suck cock. Ruff was doing all the work anyway.
"Now how you want it?" Ruff asked. "On your back? On your knees?
Standing up hugging a tree?"
Not looking at him while he did it would keep it more a private
fantasy, but Steffi wanted to see his face as his cock sank into her.
She rolled on her back and tried to kick free of her pants. Ruff helped
her with them.
Then he was over her and she watched his eyes as she felt his cock
slide inside her. His grin didn't change as he pushed to the hilt.
"Nice pussy," he said, like you say, nice place, when you visit.
Steffi felt his cock inside her. She didn't feel anything about him
knowing her intimately. She had no emotion about him poaching on Gary's
preserve. She felt filled up and she felt like she was being fucked.
And he was much better than a timid high school boy. It was pretty
damn interesting indeed.
Missy was surprised the her were damp when Shadow pressed
them into her crack with his finger. She didn't feel turned on my this
specter. His finger found its way inside her with the same stealth he
moved through the wood. Her felt undisturbed but his finger was
there, making her wetter.
He was wearing a condom now and Missy knew what was coming next.
She wondered if she would feel him fuck her or if he do that without her
knowing it too.
Katy was from the fainting, take me you brute, school of romance.
"Oh please, be gentle with me," she sighed as she surrended herself
to Manny's intentions.
Manny of the quick and devious mind saw the opportunity at once.
"I'll be gentle if you co-operate," Manny said, "Do what you're told
and I won't lay a hand on you."
She hadn't meant that. She wanted him to force her- gently.
"Take off your clothes- all of them," he said.
He was close enough to be a threat. His tone was demanding. That was
close enough to a gentle ravishing to make Katy tingle. She did feel
conquered as she stripped for him.
"All of it," Manny greased the process, "I don't want you hiding
behind a single thread."
He was going to make her be naked in the woods- so vulnerable. Katy
was becoming a little too excited by her situation. There could be so many
eyes in the woods, looking at her naked flesh. He could up
her clothes and leave her with a humiliating mad dash in the raw.
Her active imagination was sprouting dangerous and devious scenes
faster than she could fear them. Taking off her shoes and socks was an
exercise in surrender. She was grounded. She was reduced to careful
exploring with tender feet if she wanted to move.
She had whipped her apprehension into trembling fear by the time she
stood and removed her underwear. She had come to the creshendo where he
would do his worst to her. Her flowed despite her continued attempt
to interpret her trembling as fear and not lust.
Manny watched her shake with amusement. He saw the fumbling of her
hands as she took off her clothes, but he also saw how hurried she was as
she rushed to strip them off. She loved the suspense. Now it was time for
him to love fucking her.
He opened his pants and pulled out his cock.
"Come over here and suck my cock," he ordered.
Romance rapists never shoved the heroine's head down to their crotch
and filled their mouths with their foul rod. Real rapists usually did.
Manny was putting some realism in her fantasy.
Still, Katy went to her knees pulsing with excitement. There was
plenty of romantic surrender in following his orders to feed her need.
She was always the passive one or her romantic fantasies substituted
for a sex life, Manny decided as she mouthed his prick. She seemed
innocent of any technique as she held him in her mouth and gently.
"Now lay on your back," Manny ordered. "Arms straight out. Spread
your legs as far apart as they go."
Katy had cranked her emotions to a near swoon as she lay ready for
him to make the fatal thrust. She was so unprotected, laying like a
fallen star on the forest floor.
Manny didn't miss the offering either. Her vulva was like the
blush on a peach and open and dripping juice like that peach was
over-ripe and bursting.
He slid straight into her easily. Her trembling was like a bonus
massage as he took her. She fought to hold her position of surrender as
he fucked her. She couldn't fight the gathering force of her climax.
Missy felt like she was being fucked fully clothed. Shadow had
indeed found a way to enter her without pulling off her panties. She had
known something was going on down there, but he was over her and her
pussy was full before she realized he was putting it in.
His fingers were discovering naked skin under her bra as his cock
laughed at the barrier of her underwear. Missy had the feeling he could
fuck her fully clothed at a bus stop.
Perhaps it was the replay of the events of the day, or her remaining
resentment that she was not with Manny, but Missy was having trouble
focusing on Shadow even with his face a foot from hers as he thrust into
her captive body. She saw wide, white where his eyes were and then the
crescent of his smile as he thrust faster inside her.
Then the remarkable happened as his fucking touched her and she was
caught on a wave of passion. It rose from nowhere and carried her away.
She was cumming! And as she was driven into bliss, she was sure she saw
Shadow fade until there was nothing left by his grin flosting over her as
she felt the organ inside her pulse and finish.
They were indeed a motley crew as the last of the captives were led
into the assembly circle. Amber was still naked, hovering over her poor
fallen captor. The rest were in various stages of shambles as they waited
for their leader and the rest to join them.
"You're not supposed to shoot them in the face!" Amber challened
Missy with the first words on her entrance.
"He popped up. My gun went off. I wasn't aiming for his face," Missy
defended herself. "He's all right, isn't he?"
It was a panic reaction. She didn't want to injure anyone, but Missy
was secretly pleased that she had shot at least one. She wasn't sure she
understood Amber's concern- or her lack of clothes- or pinning a condom
to her tit.
"He'll be okay," Amber said, "but I don't know if anyone else could
have taken a paintball point blank and been as lucky."
"It was an accident," Missy said.
"Just loosened a couple of teeth," Jester said from his pose on the
ground.
It was an ugly sight. It looked like half his face had been blown
off with the paint staining him. Then Missy noticed the obvious bulge in
his pants. Amber was making sure he wasn't hurting too bad.
Then it was time for Manny to claim his squad's victory.
"Ladies- good hunting!" he said. "You were capably led, but
overmatched. Remember, we're the pros."
Missy didn't feel particularly ruffled in their defeat, but it was
nice Manny was smoothing her feathers anyway.
"And to show that we're the good guys, we want to begin an amicable
peace with the vanquished," he said, "We've got beer chilling and you're
all invited to party and continue this friendly exchange. Besides, we've
got a ritual for disposing of those- umm- POW badges that you might like."
The party went on into the night around a roaring fire. The native
revels made the events of the day seem ordinary. The true savage display
made some of the women swear they left early- before the debauch began.
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