Try to hold on to the bikini

The woman stretches her arm and snatches her swimsuit back from your hands. You try to hold onto it and engage in an ultimately pointless tug of war. It’s hard to muster much strength in your current predicament.

You look back at the woman with puppy eyes. Yes, you tried to steal her clothes and leave her stranded in the forest, but surely she can´t be that heartless, right? She will help, right?

{if Ropa > 2 } “I could use this too…” The woman reaches forward and grabs your top. It´s soon forcefully yanked out of your chest.{endif}

The woman giggles as her face disappear from your vision. Damn her! She could at least- “huh?” You feel something hitting the log. Is the woman kicking it? Why would she-? “Aaaah!”

The trunk begins rolling downhill. Your world spins as you join your wooden prison in its impromptu journey. It´s quite the bumpy ride. You are thrown up, down, left and right …in as much as you can move in that cramped space. Everything turns into a blur, and all you can do is scream your lungs out.

Eventually, the trunk stops moving, although your vision takes a while longer to stop spinning. The good news is that you are now almost unstuck! Your head, shoulders, and chest tumbled outside the trunk in the journey, although your arms remained pinned at the sides.

The bad news is that the bugs are in a frenzy running across your skin at twice the speed. Well, it´s still only one very scared millipede, but you don´t know that. And the worse news is…

“Whoa. Check out the rack on that trunk.”

“Man, this year´s initiations are getting really weird.”

“Ha! You mean really great!”

Yep. You are on the campus beach, trapped inside a rotting log with your tits hanging out and no way to cover them. You look down to confirm that ... yeap, your nipples are there, standing proud in the refreshing breeze. You also see worm-bug thingy crawl out from your cleavage.

You shriek, you can´t help it! More and more people turn their heads to look at you. Oh no, you have to get free! You struggle and squirm, trying to release your hand from their impromptu jail. No one helps, as everyone seems to think that this is part of some sorority initiation.

You are stuck there for who knows how long. Between becoming the campus center of attention and the hundreds of tiny feet skittering in your body, seconds feel like years to you. It doesn´t feel like you are making any progress either.

More and more people are staring, but you shut them out. The bugs are becoming more annoying, the beach turns into a distant blur as you focus all your energy into freeing your hand, and you succeeded! Yes! You use one hand to release another, and before long you are free of your self-imposed prison.

Out in the rays of the sun once more, you look down at your body. It´s covered in grass stains, bark and, and …a millipede! You shriek once more and beeline it for the lake. The crowd of people claps and cheer as you run past by, congratulating you for your victory against nature.

You ignore them and jump into the water. There, you submerge and spend considerable effort into making sure that your skin is clean and bug-free. The millipede is fine, he jumped out and skittered back into the jungle before you hit the water.

When your bath is finished, you re-emerge and find that you are facing a wall of smiling students. Nope. You submerge your body until only your nose pokes out of the water, then you swim away, dejected and half hoping that the current swallow you whole.