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War Is Hell (ffm)
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Subject: War is hell (FF../M)
Date: Mon Jul 10 00:28:26 1995
War is Hell
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Disclaimer: If you are under the age of 18, or are offended by
stories
involving sexual relations between consenting adults, or drive a 1972
El Camino with personalized liscense plates that read "TUNAMAN",
please
stop reading now. Otherwise, read on and enjoy.
The paintball group I belong too really takes the game seriously.
Every
weekend myself and fourteen guys get our fatigues on and hike up into
the
mountains to "play army", as my girlfriend would say. It is a lot of
fun and
all of the guys seem to really enjoy the time away from their
girlfriends
and wives, just some time to themselves. There is nothing like
shooting
someone, (even though it is in jest), to work out all of the unhealthy
aggression that builds up in the week. My girlfriend however did not
share
my enthusiasm for the game, and I came to understand that the other
wives
and girlfriends felt the same.
Every weekend when I would get ready to go, Sarah, (thats my
girlfriends
name) would cry and tell me that if I really loved her I would stay
home
this weekend. It really was beginning to be a drag and from my
conversations
with the other guys they were experiencing the same nagging from their
mates
as I was from mine. All of the guys however made a pact to hang tight
and
ride it out. If any guy missed a single weekend he was taunted
mercilessly
and called "pussy whip boy". All of you guys out there reading this
story
will be able to sympathize with me when I say there is very little in
this
world worse than being shown up in front of your male friends by your
wife
or girlfriend. This being the case all of the guys, including myself,
became
very stubborn about our weekends. This would of continued
indefinitely until
the women began to withhold sex! That was dirty pool! Two weeks later
the
guys agreed that a compromise had to be made.
Sam, the unofficial leader of our club suggested that we have a
co-ed
weekend, with the girls against the guys. That, he added, should
satisfy
their curiosity about what goes on up in the mountains as well as
probably
make them never want to come with us again. It also would have the
side
benefit of answering the age old question "Why don't you take me
anywhere
anymore?". All of the guys seemed to be in agreement, and suprisingly
enough when we asked our mates, they seemed to be excited by the
prospect.
The caravan started out for the mountains on friday afternoon
about 5:30.
It took about an hour and a half to reach the base of the mountain
where we
usually play our games. After everyone got out of the cars, Sam
announced
the rules. The teams would be guys versus the gals. Both teams would
go
off and set up camp tonight and the game would start for real in the
morning.
If the one team captured another teams flag, the capturing team would
be
declared the winner. If you are shot by a paintball you have to take
yourself
out of the action for one hour. No shooting at the face or crotch,
anyone
who has played paintball knows that despite it being a harmless game,
getting
shot still hurts. Just as everyone was preparing to go off and set up
camp,
Frank, one of my teammates made a suggestion for a new rule. "Since
this
is a co-ed game, do you think we should make a special co-ed rule?" he
asked.
Not knowing where he was headed everyone just shrugged their shoulders
and
looked quizzically at each other. "My suggestion is that the losing
team
provide a victory orgy for the winning team!" All of the guys began
to hoot
and yell their agreement. Cassandra, who was acting as the leader of
the
girls team spoke up, "Oh, so I suppose if you guys win, you want us to
give
you a victory orgy. What if we win?".
"We will give you a victory orgy!" I answered. All of the guys
were
laughing now but as I looked over at Sarah I could see here seething
with
rage. She knew that I had always had sort of a thing for Cassandra
and that
the thought of a orgy with her would definitely be ok with me.
Cassandra
was beautiful. She stood about 5'10" and had the most perfect set of
38dd
breasts I had ever seen. She had long black hair the hung down 3/4ths
the
way of her back and a perfectly round ass. Just thinking about
burying
my face between her thighs was getting me aroused. "I think that is a
raw
deal if you ask me." answered Cassandra. "Why should we be rewarded
with
something that we could receive anytime we wished. I am sure if we
said
we want to have an orgy right now all of you guys would agree on the
spot!
No, if we are going to play for those kind of stakes you guys will
have to
agree to do something we want and that you would'nt want to do
naturally." she
continued. "I have an idea!" Kathy interrupted. Kathy is a babe as
well.
She is somewhat shorter than Cassandra but has a hot,hot ass and
beautiful
shoulder length red hair. "If we win" she continued, "They have to
agree to
spend the next four weekends at home cleaning the house!" . "Yeah!"
all of
the girls yelled. "And to make it interesting, they have to do it
COMPLETELY
NAKED!!!". The girls went crazy at that suggestion. "Ok, thats the
deal"
Cassandra said, "If you win you get your orgy, if we win its a month
of
weekend naked servitude. Do you agree?"
"Well guys, what do you think?" Sam asked. After a few minutes
of
discussing it over amongst ourselves we all realized that despite not
wanting
to do nude house cleaning for a month, the orgy prospect was too
compelling.
Besides, our reasoning went, we have been playing this game for years,
surely
we could beat a bunch of girls, right? We agreed. After a few last
minute
hugs and kisses from the girls both teams went their seperate ways to
set up
camp.
About five o'clock the next morning I was roused from my sleeping
bag
by Sam. He instructed everyone to meet in the center of camp and from
their
he would direct our strategy for the days battle. The main problem,
as is
always the problem with this game, is finding the enemy's camp. Once
the
camp is found the game is usually over. We divided into 7 teams, 2
guys
would make up each team with 6 teams going out "hunting" and one team
staying
back and guarding the camp. Our campsite was pretty well hidden and
unless
you were right up on it it blended in perfectly with the background.
I
teamed up the Carl and we headed northwest in search of the girls
camp.
After about an hour into our search Carl, realized he
left all of his ammo back at the camp. He told me to wait here for
him while
he went back for it. "This was just great!" I sarcastically thought.
I get
to sit out in the woods and not be able to continue my search because
Carl
is such an idiot as to forget the most important piece of equipment.
Not
having much choice in this situation I decided to just sit down and
watch
the river while I waited for him to get back. About fifteen minutes
later I
heard some rustling along the main path and ducked into the bushes to
hide.
"Ooooh what luck!" I thought when I saw Cassandra and and Kathy
walking down
the path. I raised my paintgun up to my eyes to take an easy shot. I
hesitated.
"Cassandra, I am tired, dirty and hot!" Kathy said. "No ones around,
lets take
a quick bath, ok?". I lowered my gun. This could prove interesting.
"Ok"
Cassandra replied. "I don't think the guys are around and I agree, I
am
pretty ripe myself. The dip will do us both good." Slowly they put
down their
weapons and began to strip off. The sight of those girls in their
lace panties
and sweat covered breasts gave me a woody that you could drive nails
with. After
nervously looking around they jumped into the water. I was
transfixed! Those
breasts bouncing up and down as they splashed in the water. The
outline of
those neatly trimmed pussys showing through the clinging wet panties.
I was in
heaven. I crawled a little closer through the bushes when I heard the
snap
of a twig behind me. "Enjoying the show asshole!" the voice said. I
spun
around and spied three of the other girls all with their paintguns
trained
on me. I tried to lunge for my weapon but one of the girls kicked it
out of the
way in time. "You girls can come out of the water now! We got him!"
the
first girl yelled. "Get on your feet soldier boy!" she taunted me. I
had
no choice but obey. Without my weapon I was helpless. I did not want
to get
shot at this close of range, even though its paintball those balls
really
hurt. I especially was encouraged to obey when I realized they were
all
pointing their guns right at my crotch!
After Cassandra got dressed she strode defiantly up to me and just
shook
her head. "You men are so predictable! A little T&A and you let your
guard
down entirely. I thought this was going to be more challenging."
They
instructed me to put my hands behind my back, which they then tied
with rope.
They blindfolded me and started pushing me down the pathway. After
fifteen
minutes or so they unblindfolded me. I was standing in the middle of
their camp. I was impressed! To be newcomers to paintball they had
this
place well laid out, properly camoflauged, fresh water nearby all of
the
things you look for in a camp. "Sarah!" Cassandra yelled "You have a
visitor!".
Sarah came out of her tent and just glowered at me. Boy was she mad.
"I-I-I"
I stuttered. "Shut up!" screamed Sarah. "It figures you would be the
one
that fell for the old T&A scam!"
"It's you call Sarah?" Cassandra asked. "He is your man so you
decide
what we should do with him." The other girls in the camp were
beginning
to giggle and I was starting to get nervous. Sarah has alway had a
short
temper and jealous nature so I knew I was in trouble. "Well" Sarah
began
"Since this is war I think we ought to see what kind of information we
can
prod out of him. If I had my way we would use bamboo shoots under the
nails
but I have an idea that my achieve the same results without all of the
violence." I began to break out in a sweat as I looked at that
mischievous
grin on her face. Sarah knew that I was extremely ticklish and I
always
hate it when she sneaks up on me and grabs me from behind. One time I
agreed
to go to her mothers for the weekend when she and I were having a
"bondage"
night and she tickled me non-stop for three hours. "Yes" she said
looking
straight at me "I think we will be able to get all of the information
we
could ever want out of him."
Sarah walked over to Cassandra and whispered something in her
ear. Before
I knew what was happening four girls had me down on the ground and
were grabbing
at my belt and shoes. Even though I was getting incredibly aroused by
wrestlin
with four girls trying to strip me, I struggled hard to prevent them.
If they
got me naked and staked out I was a goner. Despite my desperate
kicking and
thrashing they managed to easily pull off my boots and socks, thus
exposing
my bare soles to their tickling assaults. Essentially the struggle
ended there.
Two girls held my feet and tickled furiously while four other girls
proceeded
to remove my pants and shirt. It was very hard to fight off six women
when
I was laughing so hard. A few minutes later I found myself staked to
the
ground in only my briefs. All of this contact and wrestling caused me
to
have a huge erection. I was so embarrassed that I could not look at
any of
them in the face. "Do you want to do the honors Sarah?" Cassandra
asked.
"Certainly!" she answered and bent down right next to me. "Please
don't" I
pleaded, but she said nothing. Sarah then produced a pair of scissors
and
"snip,snip" I was completely naked. "'Hmmmm' Sarah, quite a piece of
equipment your squeeze has there" one of the girls remarked. It was
strange,
but instead of Sarah being jealous or angry she seemed to be proud of
showing me off to the other girls, like I was some sort of object or
pet.
My face burned with shame.
"Now bring me a feather." Sarah instructed the girls. I
continued to
plead with her. A few more fruitless whines and the shreds of my
underwear
were shoved in my mouth and taped shut. "That ought to keep you
quiet!" she
said angrily. One of the girls brought out a long eagle feather they
kept
as a good luck charm. My eyes widened at the sight of it! Sarah then
began
to lightly stroke my underarms scanning my body for any reaction. I
began to
reflexively jerk away, but I was staked out good! The torture was
horrific.
I tried to maintain my compsure at first but two minutes into this
session and
I was screaming into my gag and jerking and twisting wildly. Sarah
tickled
me nonstop for about 30 minutes under my arms, on the soles of my
feet, on
my stomach. She stopped and removed the gag from my mouth. "Ready to
talk?"
she asked. Amazingly I shook my head no. I couldn't let the guys
down, plus
being naked and cleaning the house for a month's full of weekends was
too
horrible to bear. "I am not making headway here" she announced "Who
wants
to take over for me?" Cassandra raised her hand. My cock stiffened
even
more now. "I too like to tickle Frank and let me show you the one
sure fire
place to cause him to crack." After she made that announcement she
brought
the very edge of the feather to the underside of the head of my penis.
It was like an electric bolt was sent through me! Never had I
laughed
so hard before in my life. She slowly flicked the tip of the feather
back and
forth causing me to very nearly faint with hysterics. "I'LL TALK!!
I'LL TALK!!"
I screamed. They had broken me. I thought of lying, but Cassandra
told me
that until they had the flag I would be tickled every 15 minutes.
This gave
me every incentive to tell them everything, even though I knew what
the
consequences would be. I instructed them exactly where the camp was
and how
to get there. The next few hours, just as she promised, I was tickled
almost
to passing out by that feather. Finally they showed up with the flag,
and
Ron and David, naked and bound being pulled behind them. They were
just as
stupid as I was and fell for the old T&A ploy. "WE WIN!" the girls
all yelled
and Sarah squatted down and untied me. She whispered in my ear that
she
looked forward to seeing my naked ass scrubbing the kitchen floor for
the
next month.
As we all prepared to pack up and go home the guys were visibly
angry
with me. "You are such a shit!" Sam told me. "Its your fault that we
not
only missed out on the orgy but now have to submit to this
humiliation!"
I was so ashamed and even though I tried to explain the situation some
of the guys would not even talk to me. All through the next week I
hoped
Sarah would have forgotten about the bet. Thursday I told her that I
thought we should go see her mother this weekend since it had been
such
a long time since we had gone. Talk about desperate! She saw right
through
my little scheme and said she was looking forward to the weekend naked
slave show. When I arrived home Friday night she greeted me at the
door.
"STRIP RIGHT NOW!" she ordered. Reluctantly I removed my clothes and
gave
them to her. "You will be able to get dressed Monday morning. Now
get in
there and fix me dinner!" Frying steaks in the nude is a dangerous
proposition. Those little splatters of hot grease kept hitting me
causing me to jump back and almost ruined her dinner. After I
finished
cooking she instructed to rub her feet while she watched TV. She was
really enjoying my torment because she would 'accidently' brush her
nylon covered toes against my balls every once and a while. I was
really
hard now and began to kiss the back of her knee. This usually gets
her
started but tonight was different. "Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed.
"You
have got work to do! Get out in the garage and start cleaning up that
mess
you made around that damn car of yours. If you do a good job, maybe,
and
just maybe, I will let you cum this weekend. I realized now that she
was enjoying her dominant role and for some reason or other I was
getting
aroused by it.
Occasionaly she would wander out there into the garage and stroke
my
balls from behind as I was bending over. If I made any move to take
her
she would just walk away. I was really horny now. That night she had
me
sleep on the floor, "as a good slave should" she told me. Saturday,
the
next day she worked me like a dog. This was not just housecleaning
but
a real workover. I scrubbed the floors, cleaned out the attic, washed
the
walls and finally fixed the loose railing on the stairs. She told me
to go upstairs and get into the shower, she would be upstairs shortly
to
wash me. "All right!" I thought. Finally some sexual relief. I had
been
horned up every since Friday night and the thought of a little shower
play excited me even further. I waited in the shower for her to come
up.
Five or ten minutes later she finally arrived and gave me a strip
show.
My cock ached for her now. She turned on the water and stepped in.
"Soap
me up big boy!" she commanded as she handed me a sponge and some soap.
I
truly enjoyed lathering up those magnificent breasts of hers, taking
extra
care to clean her nipples especially. She leaned up against the wall
and
put her left leg on my shoulder exposing her sex to me. Gingerly I
soaped
up her feet and gently began to inch my way up to her crotch. As I
knelt
down to get to her better I could'nt help but bury my face in her
pussy.
I chewed and licked her with wild abandon and after a few minutes she
let
out a satisfied groan and went limp.
"Your turn" she said. She instructed me to place my hands on my
head
and keep my feet about 3 feet apart. She sudsed me up from head to
toe trying
hard to avoid my now purple cock. After I was covered with soap she
took my
dick in her hand a gently rubbed the soap all over in and underneath
on my
balls. I was about to cum when she stopped. I almost lost my footing
and
fell! I was soooooo close that one more stroke would have caused me
to explode.
"Now rinse off and go into the bedroom and wait for me!" she
commanded. I
quickly rinsed off and went into the bedroom and laid down. "I am so
turned
on" she said. "Close your eyes and lay back flat. You are about to
receive
the best fucking of your life!". I was visibly trembling with
excitement at
this point. Before I knew what was happening though she had
handcuffed my
hands to the headboard of the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked.
She just
ignored me and proceeded to pull my legs apart and handcuff them
spreadeagle
to the posts of the footboard. "We're ready!" she yelled and at that
moment
the door to our bedroom swung open.
I could not believe what was happening. Cassandra, Kathy and
some other
girl I did not recognize came walking in. They were all naked and
each one
of them was carrying an eagle feather! "Ready to play?" Sarah asked
me as
she placed the tape over my mouth.
THE END
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