Not really the outfit Tara was expecting

Tara stood in the backstage area, her anxiety mounting as she awaited the Major’s next command. Her eyes darted around, desperately hoping to find something to cover herself. Instead, her gaze fell upon a group of artists huddled around an array of paint supplies. They had brushes, buckets of paint in various shades, and sheets of canvas strewn about. It was clear they were prepared for a task that involved more than just a simple art project.

Major Falkon approached the artists with a resolute stride. "Alright, team," he announced, his tone authoritative, "time to get started."

Tara’s heart raced as she saw the Major’s intention. "Wait, what’s happening? I need clothes, not—"

Before she could finish, the Major cut her off with a curt gesture. "We’re going to paint your body in camouflage. It’s crucial for your next demonstration. Out in the field, blending in is key, and this is how we’ll simulate that."

Tara’s eyes widened in disbelief. "But I’m still naked! How is painting going to help me with that?"

The Major’s expression was unreadable. "Don’t worry. We’ll do such a good job with the camo that you probably won’t even notice you’re naked. Trust me."

Though her instincts screamed at her to protest, Tara found herself helplessly standing in the center of the backstage area as the artists prepared to work. The first brush touched her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. The cool, thick paint felt strange against her exposed flesh.

The artists began with her front, starting with her chest. Tara felt the brush glide over her breasts, applying a thick layer of paint. The sensation was both strange and uncomfortable. Each brushstroke was deliberate, covering her areolas and nipples with a blend of greens and browns. The paint settled into the sensitive skin, and she could feel it drying, pulling slightly as it hardened. Her nipples, already erect from the earlier excitement, were now obscured by the camouflage patterns.

Moving down, the artists continued their work on her stomach. Tara’s breathing became shallow as the brush reached her abdomen, painting in intricate patterns that wrapped around her waist. The paint was applied liberally, brushing over her navel and creating a camouflage pattern that spread down to her pubic area.

The most intense part was yet to come. With a meticulous hand, one of the artists began painting her intimate area. The brush touched her pubic mound, applying paint in delicate strokes that covered her clitoris and outer labia. Tara tried to hold still, but the sensation was almost overwhelming. The brush worked carefully around her sensitive folds, the paint leaving a slick, sticky residue that did little to hide her nudity. Despite the embarrassment, Tara felt a tingling sensation as the brush glided over her most sensitive areas, the cool paint contrasting sharply with the warmth of her arousal. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the unexpected wave of pleasure that threatened to surface.

As the artists finished with her front, Tara was directed to turn around. She was acutely aware of her nakedness, feeling more **** than ever. The artists began their work on her backside, their brushes painting over her buttocks and lower back. The paintbrushes glided over her skin, creating a camouflage pattern that extended from her shoulders down to her thighs. The artists worked efficiently, covering every inch of her exposed backside with the same intricate design.

The process felt endless. The paint dried quickly, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. When they finally finished, Tara was led to a mirror propped up against the wall. Her heart sank as she looked at her reflection. Her entire body was now covered in a complex camouflage pattern, but the paint did little to conceal her nudity. The stark contrast between the painted areas and the parts still visible made her feel even more exposed.

The Major approached, inspecting the camouflage with a critical eye. "Looks good," he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "You’re all set for the next phase. Let’s get you back out there and show them what you’ve got."

Tara’s face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. The camouflage, though skillfully applied, only served to highlight her nakedness. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to face the crowd once more. The ordeal was far from over, and she knew that the humiliation was far from finished.