Amethyst

‘What the fuck is wrong with these people?’ Negana asked her new friend.

‘They are a bunch of horny bastards,’ she replied. ‘But we knew what we were signing up for, I guess.’

‘I didn’t!’ exclaimed Emily. ‘I thought it was just an acting job.’

‘Really? Didn’t they send you all the forms?’

‘Well, I did get a load of forms. I didn’t read them all though…’

The girls were now alone, standing in the middle of the tent. Neither of them were able to move much as their ankles were bound together and the rope pulled tight under both of their crotches made it difficult to move their hands. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, the smaller girl’s eyes at about the level of Emily’s mouth.

‘I’m Emily,’ she said, ‘or Negana.’

‘I’m Alex. Or Amethyst. How come you got caught? You are the queen.’

‘I got caught this morning in the battle,’ Emily replied. ‘I don’t think it was meant to happen. How about you?’

‘Oh, I was always going to get captured. I was a spy for the Saviours, but really I’m only here to get stripped and put in the stocks so the boys have something for their wank banks. There are worse jobs, I suppose. My Game Master was telling me you are getting rescued in the morning?’

‘That’s what they told me. How about you?’

‘Oh, I’m going to be burned at the stake tomorrow,’ Amethyst seemed surprisingly cheerful about this.

‘What?’ Emily was shocked. ‘Fuck that, we’re getting out of here.’

‘No, it’s okay really, it could be worse.’

‘How could it be worse than being burned at the stake?’

‘Well, at least I get the rest of the day off.’

‘So are you, like, a witch or something?’

‘I am, apparently I’ve got some good spells, but I haven’t actually cast any yet.’

‘I did one of mine,’ admitted Negana, ‘but it was rubbish. Look, let’s escape then you can come and be my assistant witch or something.’

‘No, I’m okay. After I get burned I was going to just hang out and watch the fighting.’

‘You can still do that, I’m not getting into the middle of a fight again. You can use your spells.’

‘Oh, go on then,’ Amethyst gave in. ‘I suppose it will make a nice change from getting executed.’

‘Right then,’ Emily looked around. ‘How are we going to escape?’

‘It’s a long way to the Saviours’ camp,’ said Amethyst. ‘We will need to try to get rid of these ropes.’

The girls tried to determine how much freedom of movement they had. They could walk, but it was definitely a team effort and they had to carefully co-ordinate their steps. Moving their hands caused the crotch rope to move backward and forward. For Emily, being taller, this meant it rubbed up and down her bum crack. For Amethyst the rope pressed against both her pussy and ass. Both girls agreed this motion was not altogether unpleasant.

They practised walking, finding that it was easier for them both to move sideways whilst quietly saying ‘One, two, one, two.’ They abandoned ‘left, right, left’ quickly, discovering that as they were facing each other Emily’s left foot had to move with Alex’s right.

They were soon able to move fairly well around the tent, even learning how to turn a corner. Emily had to admit she was quite enjoying the motion of the crotch rope as they walked. She wasn’t sure it would remain pleasant for a long time, but for now, combined with the feeling of Alex’s pointy nipples pressing into the underside of her breasts, this made the experience much better than it might have been.

They moved to the entrance of the tent and looked out. All clear. The stockade was at the edge of the clearing and they were just a short distance from the treeline. They went for it.