My first story...
PART ONE
A group of eight friends decided to play a game of paintball one the one friend's family property in the mountains. There was plenty of woods to spread out and have a good battle. The eight friends were all college freshmen, aged 18-19, six guys and two girls. Mark, Mitch, Chase, John, Tim, and Rob were the guys. Jill and Samantha were the girls. While deciding how to split up the teams, Mark, Mitch, Chase, and John teamed up and thought they would stick the other guys with the girls who had never played before. The Red team of Rob, Tim, Jill, and Samantha were offended and told the Blue team of guys "We'll show you!" Each team had equal amounts of supplies, and the two teams separated to head off to their separate camps. Unfortunately for the Blue team, the girls had already began to outsmart them by placing a GPS tracker in Chase's pocket, knowing that he, a natural leader and well-built athlete, would start to lead the team.
About an hour after settling down in camps, Chase decided that the Blue team should take a short Recon mission into the territory.
"The Red team can't be anywhere close" he said.
Mitch agreed, "Yeah we can just split up and go alone. Everybody take a radio and we will meet back here in two hours. Note anything you find, but don't use the radio for non-emergencies because it makes a lot of noise."
Each of the four guys on Blue team headed out to a different direction, and Chase went to the top of a nearby hill. While on his way up, he thought that he heard some noises coming from behind a large pile of rocks, so he decided to investigate. He stealthily crept around the corner and found something very unexpected staring at him- Jill and Samantha pointing paintball guns straight at him. He didn't even have the chance to get his gun up before they demanded he surrender.
"Drop your gun right now Chase, or I'll shoot right into your crotch," Jill told him sternly.
"Okay, okay. I surrender. Just don't hurt me". Chase proceeded to lay down his gun, backpack, and radio. "What are you going to do with me?" he asked.
"Don't you worry about that, prisoner" Samantha said. "We knew that you'd try to pull one over on us, so we came prepared... there's lots of surprises waiting for you later!"
At this point Chase began to get nervous, not knowing what the giris were thinking. He soon got a good idea though, as Samantha pulled out a pair of handcuffs, leg irons, and a leather thing out of her backpack.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back" Jill said as she roughly grabbed Chase and shoved him toward the rocks. "First thing's first. We can't have you warning your buddies about us, so we have a nice gag for you".
That's the leather thing... Chase thought to himself. Just then, a long rubber tube-like object was shoved into his mouth and straps were buckled behind his head. "What the hell?" he tried to say, but it came out as Mmmphhh mmphh.
Jillian started to jerk his head around by his hear uncomfortably. "What you don't like your penis gag? Us girls suck on that all the time, so we figured it was time for a change of pace"
Then came the other restraints. Chase was handcuffed in his army fatigues and leg irons were locked around his black army boots, forcing him to take a very small, awkward step. "Walk." was the simple order from Samantha, as she prodded him with the barrel of her gun to the back of his head. Chase was headed back to their camp, as a prisoner, with no idea of what to expect next.
To be continued...