Make a Run for It

Negana wandered around the area in front of the Command Tent trying to appear nonchalant. The two guards were taking hardly any notice of her now and once she was certain they were not at all interested in her she was able to walk over to the corner of the large tent and disappear behind it.

She ran around the back where the toilet and shower block was situated then hid behind it. She figured she probably did not have much time before they noticed she was gone, so after a quick glance around her she ran to the fence separating this enclosure from the wooded area beyond. The fence was made of wooden slats and was quite rickety, but the problem she faced was that the upright planks rose to waist height. If she could use her hands she would climb over, but with her arms held in the brace she would not be able to jump or step over it. She pushed against it with her thigh… it should be possible to push through, she thought. A firmer push rewarded her with some cracking sounds but nothing more.

She tried kicking it, and on the first try one of the upright slats splintered. A few more kicks had broken enough planks that even with the neck brace she thought she could make it.

She manoeuvred her left arm through, then the brace followed by her head. Sharp splinters of wood tugged at her hair and her flimsy top, but she quickly had her shoulders through. She was concerned about her skirt, it was possible that the broken wood might tear it or pull it off and her hands were of no help here. Thinking ahead to this possibility she used her torso to push the planks aside as she wriggled through the gap. Her top repeatedly snagged on the broken wood, but her hips and skirt passed through easily and after a matter of seconds she was lying on the floor on the other side.

It was difficult to stand up from this position with her arms braced, but once she managed to tuck her knees beneath her she was up and running through the woods.

Her good fortune did not last long. After a short time she felt the skirt sliding down over her hips. Looking down it did not appear to be damaged, but the motion of running seemed to be causing it to fall lower. If her hands had been free she would simply hoist it back up, but at the moment this was going to be a problem. She tried lifting one knee up, then squatting down, then spreading her feet as wide as possible but nothing helped. The skirt was now half way down her hips revealing the tops of her bum cheeks and threatening to fall enough to uncover her bush. She tried shaking her hips like a hula dancer but this only caused the skirt to fall lower and now she was **** to bend forward, sticking her bottom out, to avoid losing her skirt altogether. She could feel her buttocks almost completely exposed, her skirt now only held up by the crease where her thighs met her pelvis.

Doubled over at the waist, arms held up level with her shoulders, Emily became aware that her right breast, the one not supported by a shoulder strap, was now very close to falling out of her top. It looked like it was only the thin cloth snagged on her hard nipple which had prevented this happening already. If she stood upright she was sure her boob would stay covered but she would lose her skirt completely. If she tried to retain the skirt her breast would surely pop out. She very carefully shuffled toward the nearest tree, trying not to dislodge either her skirt or her breast then turned to press her buttocks against the bark.

She bent her knees, hoping to catch the skirt on the rough surface and pull them up, but it had already fallen too low. She pressed her bottom harder against the tree and tried again. The rough scratching sensation right in her bum crack felt pretty good, but even better was the feeling of her skirt catching on the bark and riding half way up her buttocks. She was doing it! She laughed out loud with relief, but then her boob finally swung loose from her flimsy top.

No matter, she thought, I’ll do the same trick after I’ve done my skirt. Standing upright she turned to the tree, opening her legs and pressing her crotch against it hoping to snag the cloth again. She bent her knees and rocked her pelvis back and forth, slowly sliding the skirt up to cover her mound. Just a little bit more at the back, she thought, then I’ll start on my boob. She turned away from the tree once more to see Denaasi and a group of armoured guards standing there, smiling and watching her.