Michael

"Joy...."

You hear the quiet voice of Michael. You could never tell if he found you attractive, because he was the strong, silent type, but his eyes were always on you. The trouble is, everyone's eyes were on you most of the time, and he never said anything. Still, the look in his eyes now makes it fairly clear what he thought of you, or at least thinks of you now.

"Figure I should do this before I put these on." His arms encircle you, and he kisses you fiercely, his hands rubbing your back a bit. "Don't want you crying about your lack of clothes." His hands go to the sides of your shirt, and he doesn't bother with the flourish of removing it, as he simply pulls to the sides of the collar and rips it apart. You start to squeal, but he kisses you again, making his **** stripping of you much more erotic.

You sigh as Michael throws the remains of your shirt away. "I wish I could see the rest of you, like you were in the store, but rules are rules." He moves your arms in front of you, and cuffs you, feeling as much of your arms and shoulders as he can before you hear the 'click' of the cuffs.

"Now run." He says. "Before I change my mind about letting you go...."

Your heart is beating incredibly fast as you run away. Your sandals aren't made for running, and you wonder if maybe you should ditch your footwear for better speed, even if your feet will suffer a bit - the ground is muddy and dirty, but not realy all that harsh for the most part.

Eventually, you come to a clearing, and you get low to the ground. Although it's rubbing on your exposed chest, the tall grass and foilage hides you from the forest view, and you figure the guys wouldn't look for you in the clearing....After another look into the clearing, and seeing nobody, you move further into it, down the hill and to the bottom of the embankment.

You lie back for a second, secure in the knowledge that you're safe for the moment...