Monkey bars

Alexa sighed as she turned and made a run across the bridge, clutching the backside of her undies, protecting her bottom as she did. She reached the monkey bars and was **** to grab the bar above her head. She used both hands to pull her up and began moving across. She heard loud giggling all of a sudden and felt something slide against her legs. Her eyes widened as she looked down to see her undies at her ankles barely clinging on. Alexa turned her head a little and her eyes widened as she saw Patricia waving her training bra at her. Alexa looked back down and gasped as she saw her tiny little marshmallows on display.

She desperately tried to pull her legs up, letting go with one hand and reaching for the panties at her ankles. She then felt arms wrap around her and suddenly she was back on the bridge, her panties gone from her body as she laid there naked. Patricia towered over her with a big grin. “You chose poorly,” Patricia giggled.

Alexa’s was face was bright red as she squirmed. “That was the worst attempt of escaping I’ve ever seen,” Beth snickered. “Come on, Alexa, you can do better than that. I’ll tell you what, we’ll give you a second chance, double or nothing. If we win, you become our captive until the end of the weekend. But if you win, we’ll give you your panties back and let you go.”

Alexa blushed.

“Or you can surrender if you think you can’t do it,” Patricia said. “And we’ll stick with the original deal.”