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War Is Hell
By Anonymous (1997)
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The guys against the gals in a little paint ball
action. But the guys are in for a surprise. (Fdom/M,
reluc, huml, bd)
***
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,
(that's my girlfriend's 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 have 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
surprisingly 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 team's 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 an 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'm sure if we
said we wanted to have an orgy right now all of you
guys would agree on the spot!
"No, if we're going to play for those kind of stakes
you guys will have to agree to do something we want and
that you wouldn't want to do naturally."
"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. "The guys 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, that's the deal," Cassandra said. "If you win you
get your orgy, if we win it's 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 separate
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
Kathy walking down the path. I raised my paint gun 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, okay?" I lowered
my gun. This could prove interesting.
"Okay."
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 pussies 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 paint guns 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 camouflaged, 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 always 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 wrestling 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 composure 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 would 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.
Over 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. "It's 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 'accidentally' 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.
Occasionally 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 work over. 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 couldn't 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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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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