Step One

Emily shivered as the cold water dripped onto the floor around her. She could feel a little pool in the small of her back, and although the water had warmed quickly from the warmth of her skin and the heat of the morning sun, she shivered slightly each time a droplet formed on one of her taut nipples, tickling as gravity pulled it downward, or a tiny rivulet trickled from between her buttocks along the inside of her thigh.

She quietly tested the weight of the wooden frame – by pushing her neck against the circular hole she could lift it enough to free her right hand. From there, when the time was right, she knew she would be able to escape. Then, she felt she might find it difficult to decide whether to run, or to punch Alan in the face and then tear his bollocks off. Where did that come from, she wondered? She was shocked by her own animosity and by the little smile which curled her lip when she thought about hurting him. Of course, she wouldn’t punch him. Or do the other thing. But she might report him to… somebody. Ted, maybe? Where the hell was Ted, anyway? He was supposed to be telling her what to do. Maybe he was trying to work all of this mess out, or perhaps she was just supposed to wait here, naked in front of all these people until the story moved on.

She wouldn’t be waiting around, she decided. She was going to put her foot down with a firm hand and grab this bull by the horns. As soon as an opportunity presented itself, she would escape and expose the truth.

It didn’t take long for the crowd to disperse. Evidently, even though she was still naked up on this stage, that wasn’t entertaining enough for them. She saw some of the fighters preparing their weapons, taking selfies in their armour, and setting off away from the camp. There was something big going on over in the next field by the looks of things. That must be where Denaasi and the traitor would be.

She tensed as Alan stood from his chair and came over to her. ‘I’m going to fetch some more water,’ he smiled unpleasantly. ‘Can I get you anything?’ Emily just turned away from him, saying nothing.

‘Suit yourself.’

She heard his heavy footsteps as he walked behind her toward the little tent. This was it!

She pushed her shoulders upward and in an instant her right hand was free. She shook her wrist quickly, getting the blood flowing again, then hooked her fingers inside the now empty hole to push further. This was hard, the top of the frame was quite heavy, and she started to think she wasn’t going to be able to free herself. Her left hand had just enough space to pull out as the frame parted, but her head was still stuck and she just couldn’t lift it any further with her right arm.

She groaned, and let the top section fall back into place. She had to escape! But pushing upwards while she was facing downwards was not ideal. She supported her weight with both hands on the frame as she turned over. This was agonising as her back twisted, and the pressure of her neck in the hole really hurt, but then she could position her feet below her. Now she knew her body was facing the tent where Alan was, and if she didn’t escape now he’d come back out to find her bent backwards, her boobs pointing into the air, legs open as she supported her weight, and her pussy presented right to him. With this thought in mind she gripped the top of the frame and pushed with all of her might, and suddenly her head was free.

She staggered forward as she rubbed her wrists and flexed her neck. Just then Alan appeared in the opening of the tent with a fresh bottle of water. He just stopped, open mouthed, staring at the beautiful naked blonde girl as she bolted toward him, and didn’t even move as she charged into him with her shoulder. His plastic breastplate crunched and came loose, falling to the floor as Alan crashed onto the grass inside the tent. Emily never stopped, scooping up the fallen breastplate and the water bottle and running through the back of the tent into the treeline.