Step Two

Alexa crouched at the base of a large tree and collected her thoughts. Taking a swig from the water bottle she considered her plan. She had managed to get free from the pillory, which was a start. Now she had to prove her suspicions and save the Holy Order from whatever sinister plot was afoot. But first she should find some clothes.

{If TraitorAmethyst = 1}This area of woodland was very quiet, with nobody visible. But she could hear what sounded like the rumble of hundreds of voices from fairly nearby. This must be where everybody had been heading when they left the camp, the site of whatever big event was going on. So the actual campsite should be relatively empty.{else} This area of woodland was very quiet, with nobody visible. But she could hear what sounded like the rumble of hundreds of voices from fairly nearby. She wasn’t sure exactly where this noise was coming from, but she guessed it must be a big story event, and possibly something where most people would be gathering. This could mean that the campsite itself would be relatively empty. {endif}

Emily held the silver breastplate at her waist as she moved through the trees. Since it was too small to cover her entirely she decided that her lady garden was the most important place. Not that it mattered, being completely alone here. She soon came back around to the edge of the campsite, a few hundred metres from where the prison had been, and hid behind a low bush to look for anybody moving around. After a couple of minutes she saw only a couple of people milling around – if she was quick, and lucky, she could probably get into one of the tents without being caught. In fact, there was a tent nearby which wasn’t zipped up, the flaps fluttering in the light breeze. That was the one she would go for.

She glanced around one more time to ensure that the coast was clear, then ran towards the little open tent.

She suddenly felt very self-conscious, running naked across the clearing, and as she moved she pictured how she must look: {if TraitorDenaasi = 1}blonde hair fluttering behind her, her large breasts bouncing, her full bottom jiggling with each movement of her long legs as she held the silver breastplate over her middle. In spite of herself she smiled, thinking of the effect she would have on any boys who happened to step out from one of the hundreds of nearby tents. {else}with her blonde hair fluttering behind her, holding the shiny silver breastplate over her middle, her boobs and bottom bouncing with each step, she hoped nobody would happen to step out from any of the hundreds of nearby tents. {endif}

As she neared the open tent she noticed a pair of walking boots just outside. Excellent! She would be sure to grab those on the way out. Hardly slowing down she dived through the flaps and landed on a crumpled sleeping bag inside. She had made it!

For some reason it smelled strongly of popcorn inside the tent. She tried to put this out of her mind as she caught her breath, sitting up on the sleeping bag and looking through the entrance. Nobody was there. Nobody had seen her streaking across the campsite. She could relax. Just inside the entrance was a small backpack, and she rummaged through it, finding a huge green t-shirt with a logo across the chest. She balled it up and placed it onto her breastplate. A pair of black socks, these went with the t-shirt. A roll of black tape, excellent. A bottle of Jack Daniels. She put this back and placed the bag down. This was a good haul so far; if she could find some leggings or something, she would be sorted.

It was hot inside the tent, and the dark fabric made it feel other-wordly. She was doing well here, she had found a couple of useful items, she had run naked across the campsite, she had escaped from the pillory, she had been stripped naked and displayed in front of all those people. She could afford a moment to relax. She laid back on the sleeping bag and closed her eyes, thinking of all those eyes on her earlier, all the boys watching her, inspecting her. They would think of her when they touched themselves in sleeping bags like this one, picturing her boobs when her arms were placed in the brace. She moved a hand over her tummy, up to her breast, cupping it and stroking her fingers across her nipple. Yes, they would imagine taking her nipple in their mouths, licking and sucking on it. They would remember the moment her panties were pulled down outside the command tent, remember her neatly trimmed pubes and her soft mound. She lifted her knees, parting them slightly, and sighed as her other hand moved gently between her thighs. They would imagine how this feels, to touch her there, to softly part her wet, warm lips, just like this, and slide a finger between them. Maybe not a finger, maybe a tongue. She tilted her head back, opening her eyes to stare at the dim light, the sleeping bag rustling beneath her as her fingers moved. Maybe not a tongue, maybe a penis, hard and urgently pushing against her. She sighed again, turning her head to the side, and saw the enormous, bearded man in the other sleeping bag.