"Hey Jules, time to put it up."
I hate to stop playing my flute. It's not a very manly instrument, but I am good at it, and I like being good at something. I've always been shitty at sports, and was usually picked last in sports. (When I was younger, I made a point of getting the kickball prior to recess so I could captain a team). I turned to Mike.
"Mike, I just wanted to get a little more practice in."
"Suit yourself; just make sure you don't run across the Savage Breast. They'd probably love to humiliate you."
The "Savage Breast" was an internet gang presumably composed of females. They loved to isolate a male, strip him naked, and then post embarrassing pictures of him on this one website that loves embarrassing people, and then claim those whose pictures are taken are just "butt hurt" and need to get over it. If the male has a small penis, then that is the picture taken. If the guy is blessed in the area, then sometimes they take pictures of the man with the anus spread, or ice on the testicles (to max out shrinkage), or some other thing. The guy's face is almost always seen, furthering the embarrassment. They reportedly hit their victims with tree limbs when they don't expect it, and being a gang of females, they can cope with a man's usual strength advantage. The victims have all been Seniors at our high school, and usually just passed their 18th birthday. Mike hit it last month, and I did so a few days ago.
A few minutes after Mike left, I did as well. Like Mike, I ride my bike to and from school, and take a shortcut along an isolated dirt path, with a creek/drainage ditch on one side. Mike's bike is currently getting fixed, so he'd have to walk home. It's not smooth, but I enjoy the bumps. Halfway along the dirt path I heard shouting. My danger sense alerted, I quickly got into the bushes, leaving all but my valuable flute hidden under some plants, and quietly sought out the source.
"Time for your pictures, Mikey!"
Oh no, Mike's in trouble. It was the Savage Breast gang. They had somehow trapped him in a snare, and had halfway stripped him. I wish I could save him, but there were three females, seemingly quite fit, and only one me. What could I do?
Well, I knew I couldn't do nothing; I must do something. Maybe a distraction, but how? Wait a minute, my flute I thought. I quickly started playing.
"What's that? Marene, go see what that was."
Marene? Well, I guess I now know who the three were now. Marene, Stacey, and Aimee were thick as thieves. Since fourth grade they loved to boss people around. They were known as the "butch" cheerleaders, leading every cheerleader team they were on due to intimidation. Not that they were unattractive or untalented. They definitely knew their cheers, and they were pretty. It's just that they were taller and not seemingly anorexic like most of the girls. Still, I don't ever remember hearing any of the three having boyfriends. Could they be doing this to the male students as revenge?
I waited for Marene to get near me. She was from some big city Little Italy, and proud of it. She probably would have been inspired to be a hitman for a mob, if they had female hitmen (hitwomen?). She was now within five feet of me; totally unaware of my presence. The others were not in eyesight.
"What!"
At that moment, I tackled Marene as hard as I could, forcing her down the hill. It was pretty steep, so she had no way to stop her drop as she went down all that grass, mud, and dirt into the ditch. I was taught never to hit a girl, and I wished I didn't have to, but I needed to save my friend.
"Marene, I'm coming. Stay here Aimee!"
Hmm, looks like I get to deal with Stacey now. She was a red head with whopping breasts. Even in elementary school she could punch out most of the boys, which probably helped her now in leading the Savage Breast. I may be bigger, but she could probably win a fight over me using her speed advantage. Heck, I've never worked out; she might have a strength advantage as well. I decided to climb into a tree to hide. It wasn't long until Stacey was under the tree.
"Marene, where the hell are...OWW!!!"
With that, I did a ten foot drop out of the tree, knocking her wind out. I had a brainstorm and quickly ripped off her blouse. HOLY SHIT!!! She wasn't wearing a bra. It was the first time actual female breasts were exposed to my face, and not on the internet or some porn magazine.
"Why you..."
Fearing for my safety, I reached for my flute again to trip her. As she was trying to recover, I forced her down the ledge to the ditch below. Marene was starting to get up, but was quickly knocked down.
Wait a minute, what's this? It was a digital camera. It must have been Stacey's or Marene's. Having used similar ones, I knew this type has the ability to tape a small amount of film. I zoomed in on Stacey and Marene, who were a big mess. I made sure to get head shots and views of Stacey's exposed tits.
Still, I hadn't the time for fun or games. Soon those two would recover and get back up here, and there was still the matter of taming Aimee and rescuing Mike. I decided to keep quiet until I reached Mike; surprise was my only real advantage. Once I got to the tree, I saw Aimee had her back to me. She was by far the prettiest of the Savage Breast, with fair hair and perfect breasts; not too big, not too small, but just right. Unlike the other two, she had shown kindness to me in the past. By herself, she was a kind being, but with Stacey and Marene she was awful.
"What the..."
I covered Aimee's head with Stacey's blouse, blinding her. I decided to trip her up, so I quickly de-pants her, accidentally taking her panties along for the ride. Wow, what a sight. Still, as much as I savored the sight, saving Mike came next. Besides, my heart wasn't into doing anything that might actually hurt her.
"Thank God Ju..."
"No, don't saying thing. Let's tie her up and gag her."
Two on one, Aimee stood no chance. Using the Savage Breast's own rope, we tied her down. Seeing that Aimee was taken care of, I motioned Mike to follow me back down the trail where the rest of the Savage Breast were. Mike was quickly replacing his pants as we walked.
"Jules, thanks man, I owe you. What are we going to do?"
"Don't know; I've been going on instinct." I pondered. "Hey, remember our 'old fort'? Let's take either Stacey or Marene there." Our fort, as it were, was just a huge clump of trees and junk along the path. Few realized there was a hollow area inside the canopy of leave. Mike and I had often camped there. We even had a bet about who would be the first to have sex with a girl there; sadly, both of us were still virgins.
