To Jenny the whole situation had taken a surreal twist. She was being led naked through the forest by a group of anonymous teenagers dressed in red jump suits towards a small wooden fort. Only a few moments ago these individuals had been her classmates but to Jenny they were acting more like a real paramilitary organisation. As they approached the staff member Mark had introduced as Alex pointed out a series of wooden defences and lookout posts that would allow the reds to better defend themselves.
Once they’d reached the fort Alex left telling them to listen for the siren that would mark the start of the game.
The fort itself was a small structure with large entrances at the front and back and a staircase inside that led up to the battlements on the roof of the fort. Running through the centre of the building was a wooden column that became a flag pole above the fort. Jenny was guided across the floor until her naked back pressed against the pole; her arms were pulled behind her, around the column and were tied with some rope one of the reds had found on the ground. Jenny found herself naked and on tiptoe tied to the wooden column by her captors.
“Please” She begged, with more desperation than she meant to. “Let me go, I don’t even have a mask, what if I get shot?”
The reds around her considered this until the one that had tied her to the post clapped and got the other reds attention. “Well done to Jenny for playing the part” The unknown red said, Jenny shook and shuddered at the name induced orgasm, unable to respond as the pleasure washed through her the red continued.
“Jenny is our hostage and we’ll defend her to the death! This fort will not fall to the blues!”
Jenny came again.
“You mean Slut-Bunny!” Cried a voice from the group.
“We need a plan” Another red shouted, Jenny was starting to realise how seriously her classmates were taking this exercise.
“Who’s got paint grenades?” The red that was taking charge asked. Jenny could see she was genuinely being held captive. Several reds raised their hands, “Ok, so we’ve got 5 grenades, we’ll need to make them count. You, you, and you get up on the battlements and stay low, don’t let the blues know you’re there; we’ll surprise them if they get close.” The red leader ordered.
“You two get to that lookout post we were looking at earlier, and take a paint grenade, we should be able to spot the blues before they see us.” The leader ordered again, gesturing to two of the reds to climb into the lookout post out front. “The rest of you should line the trench around the fort, when the lookouts spot the blues we’ll ambush them from there. I’ll stay in here in to keep an eye on J... Slut-Bunny.”
At that moment the siren blared and the reds started to pile out of the fort’s entrance, now alone with the red’s leader jenny struggled against her bonds, “You didn’t have to tie me up!” Jenny panted exasperatedly.
“Well you wouldn’t have cooperated, and you are our hostage, what would’ve happened if we’d left you untied? You’d have run away...” The red leader said.
“Who are you?” Jenny asked desperately, she couldn’t identify the voice; the figure could’ve been anyone.