The player gets in front of Katie, but offers to help her, for a price

Katie stumbled to a stop as the player stepped out of the woods in front of her. It was one of the Northwood East football players. He was a tall boy with sandy hair. He was wearing a school jacket and jeans.

Before Katie could start running again, the boy raised his paintball gun. He pointed it at her.

"Shh," he said.

Katie waited for him to fire. She wondered how many rounds these paintball guns held.

"Would you like me to help you, Katie?" the boy said.

"What?" Katie replied.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Why would you help me?"

"I think you're hot. For the last couple of years, I've wanted to get closer to you. I'll help you get out of here if you agree to have sex with me later."

Did she have a choice? Could she trust him? Could she make it if she turned him down?

"Okay," Katie said. "You help me, and we can have sex later on."

"Great," the boy said. "I'm Ryan, by the way." He turned away from her. "Follow me, and I'll get you out of here."

"Are you going to do something about these?" Katie asked, referring to the vibrators taped to her body.

"No, remember, you're not supposed to take them off before you reach the parking lot."

Ryan led Katie through the woods. Katie had no idea where he was taking her, and no idea where they were. She had to trust him.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and turned around. Katie stopped, too. "What --" she said.

"Surprise!" Ryan said, as two cheerleaders, both holding paintball guns of their own, materialized out of the woods beside him.

Before she could even understand that she'd been led into a trap, Ryan and the cheerleaders raised their weapons and fired. Katie yelped as paintball pellets hit her vagina and both of her breasts; both breast shots were centered on her nipples.

Katie staggered backwards as Ryan and the cheerleaders kept firing and firing. They her her surrounded; she could feel paintball pellets hitting her in the ass, as well as the ones Ryan and the two cheerleaders were firing.

Katie sobbed as one of the paintball players, presumably the one who had shot her in the ass, stepped up behind her. He tied a gag in her mouth as Ryan said, "I'd never sleep with a Northwood High bitch, especially not you. I just hoped you were **** enough to believe I'd be willing to help you. I guess I was right."

They took her through the woods to a small clearing, where a pickup truck was parked. They lifted her into the back. Ryan tied her ankles. Then Ryan got in behind the wheel. One of the cheerleaders joined him, while the other two sat down in the cargo compartment, where they could keep an eye on Katie.

Katie had no idea how long they drove. All she could say for sure was that they eventually rolled to a stop.

The cheerleaders in the back lifted her out of the truck and carried her over to a tree. Katie could see that she was, indeed, in front of her school.

"The nice thing about this school," Ryan said, as the cheerleaders tied her to a tree, binding her arms tightly behind her, "is that it is at the end of this little cul-de-sac,and is the only building here. No one comes here on weekends. It's Saturday morning. You'll probably be here until Monday before anyone finds you." By now, the cheerleaders had gone back to the truck. "Now, we've got to return to the game."

"Mmmf," Katie said, but he ignored her.

He got in the truck and drove off. She watched them go. As soon as they were out of sight, Katie started struggling with her bonds.

It wasn't long before they came back, bringing with them the team of Samantha and Ashley. Both were still dressed in their embarrassing costumes, and, like Katie, were gagged. The Northwood East players tied them to trees close to hers, then drove off.

Then, after a short while, they came back with Cat and Krysten. Again, they tied them to trees and left.

Katie struggled with her bonds, but was unable to get them loose. She could tell, from the way the vibrators were furiously buzzing, that the other girls were also desperately struggling with their bonds. She could feel the unwelcome sensations of pleasure. Then she started orgasming, and kept doing so.