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The three women watched the television monitor at the end of the room. There was no picture, only fuzzy lines across the screen. Overhead, dim fluorescent lights buzzed. The women, never having met, glanced at each other only to look away when meeting one another's eyes. "Kind of spooky," the larger of the three girls said. She had short thick black hair, wide shoulders and full breasts. The girl across the table, around which the three sat, brushed the bangs of her long hair from her eyes, looking intrigued. "But I like it," she said. "I'm glad I'm here." Just then the television screen hissed with static, a clear picture blinking into focus. A man's face appeared.
A handsome man, wearing a bush jacket, tancolored with lots of pockets. "I like this better all the time," the third girl in the room said, admiring the man's smile. "Good morning, ladies," the man spoke from the TV. "You are all about to share a very interesting day. Probably the most exciting day of your life is about to happen. As you know, from answering my advertisement in the magazine, the three of you are a team. You are about to go into battle-as it were-with another team of three women who are about your basic size and strength. "This is a tag-team event. You will either win as a team or you will lose as a team.
The boundaries-" the man's face disappeared from the screen, replaced ny an aerial photograph of a small farm "-are the fenced-in sides of this 15-acre farm. You can see an empty barn in the center, a border of woods on four sides, sections of open land and an irregularly shaped cornfield. The corn, I might add, has grown considerably since this picture was taken and is now ten to 12 feet tall." The man's face reappeared. "The objectis for you to proceed from your starting point-which will be assigned later-to the interior of the barn.
In the hayloft you will retrieve a flag that you must then carry to your starting point before the opposing team grabs their flag and returns it to their starting point. Your flag will be red, just like the uniforms you will be issued. Your opponents will be after a yellow. The winning team will be paid $1,000 each." The man paused. "There is, "he began again, "a version of this game where each member of the winning team collects $5,000. Are you interested in knowing the rules?…" __________
In a room just down the hall from where the Red team met, the members of the Yellow team were starting to undress. Darlene-the strongest-looking of the trio-a reddish-blond-haired woman of 30, pulled on dark-yellow fatigue pants that had camouflaged designs. Topless, her small nipples erect from the chill in the room, she considered the map of the grounds upon which the game was to be played. Donna, standing beside Darlene, dressed quickly, self-conscious about being naked in front of the other two women. Donna was lean and well-built, a model's figure. She had big eyes and silkblond hair. Debbie was totally naked, her huge breasts hanging heavily, wide nipples pointing and rosy-looking.
"This material," she said, fingering the crotchof her pants," is going to be rough against bare skin. And this is all we get to wear: a shirt, pants, socks and running shoes. No underwear. Nothing else." Saying it, Debbie didn't seem to be bothered by the fact. Darlene, holding her skirt in her hand, was studying the map closely. "We should split up and go toward the barn from different sides. I'll take a center path with one of you on each of my sides." Donna looked a little fearful, having been the last of the three women to agree to play the $5,000 winner's share game. "Wouldn't we be better going as a group?
In case we get attacked by the other team?" "Going alone is better," Darlene said. "We've got Walkie-talkies, remember? So if you're about to get jumped by the other team, radio to us how many are coming at you. If it's more than one, the other two on our team can make a straight dash for the barn, grab the flag and run, knowing that we outnumber the remaining players on the other team. Do you understand?" Debbie nodded. "I like it. If, for example, two girls from the other team are on you," she said to Darlene, "Donna and I can run for the barn because there will only be one other girl left on their team to worry about.
Even if she could stop one of us, she won't get us both." "Right," Darlene said. "And remember, if you get marked, you're out of the game. So let us know." __________
The man on the television screen said to the Red team: "You will each be issued four items of clothing. A skirt, pants, socks and shoes. That's all, and it's all that you may wear. Underwear, bras, panties are out. If you're found wearing them, you automatically disqualify your entire team. "What makes the $5,000 game so interesting is the you can remove players on the other team from play. You do this by wrestling them to the ground and sripping them of their clothes. Once all their clothes are off, then you must mark them." "How do you do that?" Kathy, the broad-shouldered one asked, having been told they could ask questions and be heard through a closed- circuit system. The man explained.
"Throughout the woods about a dozen men have been stationed. They will all be wearing green camouflage suits like the red and yellow ones issued to the team. The men can be called through the channel th the B setting. The men will then come to wherever you are holding the member of the other team and shoot her… with semen." "Semen?" Kathy looked confused "From a squirt gun?" "Oh, no, my dear. From their cocks. And time being so precious, you might want what to help them shoot fast." __________
The man sat at a console that featured 14 television sets. Twelve were run by remote cameras situated throughout the "battlefield." The other two were focused in on the briefing rooms of the Red and Yellow teams. From his position, he could zoom on or wide-angle any camera or move them left or right, up or down. It was an expensive setup, financed by 15 years of running weapons for, first, the West Germans, later the Japanese and finally the Americans. It had been a lucrative yet dangerous life, rewarding him now with a fascinating hobby, something that combined the thrill of combat-yet here in a harmless sense-with the excitement of sex.
He pulled a lever zooming in one of the hidden cameras in the Red team's dressing room, putting a close-up on his screen of one of the girl's pussy. Karla had a wonderfully thick black bush. She fluffed her fingers through it innocently before stepping into red camouflage pants. How nice it would be, the man thought, to see Karla get caught, stripped and "marked" all over that nice bush. He turned on the microphone to talk to the Red team. "Ladies," he began, "Iwant to make sure none of you has any hesitation about the possibility of getting shot with semen. The men won't touch you.
It's just our special way of rubbing in the fact that you've lost." Karla, the one with the small breasts and thick and thick bush, said, "Losing shouldn't be made to be so much fun. Not if the Markers are going to look like the studs who showed us to this room." Karen-the one with long hair, a nicely curved ass and perfect tits-nodded in agreement. Kathy, their strongest member, a girl with swimmer's shoulders, said, "I don't think you have to worry about that. Just be ready with our five grand apiece." __________
Debbie, Donna and Darlene, the Yellow team, got the go-head through their walkie-talkies. The game was on. The three moved from their starting point into the woods ahead. It was warm outside, a clear August day in northern Pennsylvania. The girls made tromping sounds as they stomped down the thick overbush. Thruogh the short section of woods the Yellow team could see the barn. It was 500 yards of open field dead ahead. Only a cornfield just to the right and below the barn offered any cover. Darlene reached the edge of the clearing first. "I'm going straight ahead, over the field, into that patch of corn. Give me time to get in position. Meantime, keep your eyes alert.
If you see anyone from team Red, let me know." Debbie, the front of her blouse left open, breasts exposed, having been unable to button it, nodded eaderly, eyes looking all around. Donna, a little frantic, pulled on her shirt sleeve. "Here goes. "Running full speed, Darlene took off for her cornfield, her feet kicking up dust over the field. Once she was hidden, she directed Debbie to head straight for the barn, hoping to force the Red team's hand, make them move faster if they thought Yellow was going right for the flag. Donna stayed behind, watching as Debbie ran for the barn. "When Debbie was 100 yards out of the woods, the branches around Donna rustled loudly.
Kathy and Karla charged her. Kathy got there first, pulling Donna's arms behind her back, pinning them there, puting a hand over Donna's mouth. Karla ripped open Donna's shirt, making her victim's tits shake wildly. With Kathy holding her down, Karla pulled Donna's pants down to her ankles and started struggling with her shoes. "Do them later, "Kathy said. "Call for a Marker." Donna fought wildly, but couldn't get free from Kathy. Karla called for a Marker, then pulled off Donna's shoes, socks and pants. Her leg free, Donna bucked, knocking Kathy off balance, the two of them landing hard on the ground.
Kathy struggled to keep hold of Donna's arms, wrapping a hold around her tits, giving her nipples a pinch, making Donna scream. The woods were thrashing. Karla prepared to attack in case it was someone from team Yellow. Instead, a tall burly-looking man appeared, dressing in camouflage green. His fly was opened, his cock coming out in his hand. Donna cried out, but Kathy had her arms and shoulders.
Karla opened her legs as the tall man stood beside her, loins arched forward, hand pumping his shaft, looking at Donna's wonderful boby and spewing his wad all over her stomach and breasts, him moaning, "Oh, yeah." Feeling the first splatter of warm sperm on her, Donna relaxed, lying still, looking up at the man with a smile on her face. "What a nice cock, " she cooed, reaching up for it, touching his slackening shape. Karla and Kathy went off quickly, Karla saying as they ran, "If I get marked, I want it from a dick like his." "Almost makes you want to surrender, doesn't it?" Kathy remarked. __________
After trying five times to raise Donna on the walkie-talkie, Darlene gave up. "Must have gotten marked," she radioed to Debbie. Debbie had gone into the corner of the cornfield nearest the barn, having spotted one Red team player on the other side of the barn. Darlene said, "I'm crossing to the cornfield just right of the barn. No one from team Red should have been able to make it there yet. Once I'm there, I'll give you a go. You head straight for the barn. Hold off anyone from the Red as long as you can. Hopefully, I'll make it in the barn and get out in short enough order." Debbie said okay. Darlene took off, running fast.
Moments later off, Debbie heard the corn rustling gently behind her. She whispered into walkie-talkie that someone was coming in for her, then told Darlene not to contact her so that Darlene's voice over the walkie-talkie wouldn't give Debbie's position away. Debbie got down low, crouching, ready to spring, her tits hanging heavily out of her blouse. She saw a single pair of legs. Coming closer. Karla eased through the tall stalks of corn. By now, she thought, Karen should be coming in on the barn from the top side of the field, and Kathyshould be circling aruond from the buttom of the — The force hit Karla so quickly, she didn't have time to yell.
She was thumped to the ground, someone on her, pressing her face into the dirt. Karla struggled, feeling her skirt being pulled from behind. The material was coming up her back, ripping in the front, tearing away with surprising ease, leaving her topless, still unable to twist away. Karla reached for her walkie-talkie, but the girl on top of her kicked it away. In the shifting of position, through, Karla got out from under her attacker. Debbie fell onto her side, feeling Karla's hands on her breasts, fingernails scratching, digging in, catching one of her nipples with the sharp edge of a nail. Debbie tried to swat away Karla's hands, but the small
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