Author's note: This story covers a wide range of situations, including, in the beginning of the story, a very "non-consensual" event that plays an important role in the later situations. I am aware that this story represents a pretty significant divergence from my normal types of stories. For those of you who are adventurous, I think you'll enjoy this story.
This story is being posted as chapters, because it just simply is way to long to do as a single story. I will continue to work on more chapters and post them based on the reception the story gets from my readers!
Enjoy! M.
"Shhhhh," I admonished the young woman laying next to me under the bush when she wiggled around, making the dead leaves crackle. We'd spent nearly an hour slow crawling the hundred yards from the edge of the woods through the tall grass to get here and I didn't want to spoil all that progress. True it was only a game. If we were shot it would only sting a while, but I really didn't want to get shot, especially on the very first skirmish with this new club.
Now being empty nesters, the last of our two kids gone to college, my wife suggested we find some activities to do. We'd played paintball years ago and enjoyed it immensely. True, equipment had changed. Instead of a bolt action pistol holding only 5 balls, the new guns I'd bought were AR styled hundred shot repeaters. But the game hadn't changed all that much. Capture the flag was still capture the flag.
The Facebook post she came across for the Midmo ballers, looked like they had just had some serious fun. My wife reached out to one of the members, a young woman named Shelly and chatted online a while. They were a couples only group, which was perfect for us. Besides paintball, they apparently also had other group activities for colder weather, which could be fun. But for now, trying to slip up to the enemy fort and capture their flag without getting shot was what I was concentrating on.
I'd have preferred to have my wife laying in the bushes with me. After almost 25 years together we could complete each other's sentences, and communicate our intentions with a few hand gestures. She was a kick ass hunter and we'd stalked turkeys together many times. This wasn't all that different, except that Shelly clearly wasn't as adept at this kind of thing as my wife. She was laying next to me instead of my wife due to nothing other than she and her husband volunteered to partner with us the first time, while everyone else chose in a random draw. Breaking up couples appeared to be a club rule. No one had explained why, but I supposed it was to make things fair.
With two teams of four couples playing against each other, it could prove to be a short game. I only had one couple to take out and the flag would be ours, but I had to get closer. Even with this fancy gun, the young couple guarding the fort was out of range.
"We don't want to get shot," I whispered to Shelly.
"Or captured!" she whispered back.
I looked over at her. Captured? I'd never played where you could capture your opponent. Only killed them with paint.
"I was captured once. It wasn't nearly as much fun as I'd have expected."
To expect being captured as being fun didn't make much sense. But then I wasn't all that sure how serious Shelly was about this. She seemed much more interested in rubbing herself against me, or grabbing my butt than trying to stay quiet.
"See that bush there? The little scrubby one?"
"Yeah," she whispered back.
"Let's try for it. Nice and slow. Stay on your belly."
"I don't mind slow or on my belly. But I don't like getting dirt down my pants."
I nodded. 'Yep. Not very serious.' I thought to myself. I slowly rolled out from under the bush and started to slowly crawl towards the bush almost thirty yards away. As quiet as I was trying to be I knew the leaves were making more noise than I wanted, but then Shelly was being even louder. I wanted to turn around and shush her, but I never got the chance.
I froze in place, and stared as my wife and the husband of the woman laying next to me, Jimmy were being marched into the clearing, their hands on their heads.
"Shit," I whispered.
"Oh damn. Captured!" Shelly whispered back.
"If I can kill those four, are we allowed to rescue them?"
"Yeah. But they don't get their stuff back until you get them back to our fort."
I nodded silently. I'd have to take out the two sentries first either way. I didn't know how to get the two inside out in the open. But first things first. I started for the bush again. I had to move slowly. The tall grass moving with almost no wind was a dead give away.
I heard my wife shout something before her voice was muffled. I couldn't make it out, but I assumed they were gagging and tying her up.
Only another few yards.
One of the sentries started walking in my direction, apparently sensing something amiss. If I shot her now, I'd never get a chance at the other one. Maybe if I waited she'd turn back or her partner would walk this way too. I held my breath, hoping my camo would keep me hidden.
She raised her gun and pointed it in my direction. I'd been spotted. I quickly pulled the trigger, my gun already aimed at her.
Thwap! The distinctive sound of a paintball hadn't changed much over the years. She looked down at the bright red splatter on her shirt almost dead center between her breasts. While she was still looking, I jumped up and rushed the few yards to get in range of the other sentry. Thwap! Number two down. I ran to the fort and threw myself to the ground, hoping Shelly was following.
I could hear sounds inside the fort. A distinct buzzing or vibrating sound came from within the fort, along with what sounded like female moans. Shelly had said it wasn't as much fun as she would have thought. Were they torturing my wife in some way? The moans didn't sound like hurt, more like pleasure.
I crawled around the side, peeked around the corner and Thwap!
"Shit!" I cursed, feeing the paintball hit me in the middle of my back.
Thwap! Another in my butt! Apparently just for good measure. Thwap! Thwap! Two more. I didn't feel any impact so I presumed they got Shelly. I twisted around and sure enough, she was climbing to her feet, a big blue splatter on the side of her shirt and another on the side of her leg. The guy that had marched my wife in stood looking at us, the hard plastic face mask covering what had to be a huge grin.
I pushed myself up and stood while Shelly was pushed towards me. The two of us were pushed towards the fort door, and shoved in.
I stood and started, completely at a loss for words or actions.
Both my wife and Jimmy were sitting on benches, their hands tied back to the wall, a gag in their mouths. That wasn't what stunned me. They had both been stripped naked, or almost so! I looked at my wife, her feet tied out to the floor to keep her legs spread, the bottom of a large flesh colored vibrator sticking out of her pussy. The only clothing she had on were her socks and her t-shirt, which was pulled up and hooked over her head so that she was bare from her neck to her ankles. Her clothes were strewn around the floor around her, her sports bra clearly cut up to remove it.
Jimmy, equally naked, had a half dressed female standing astraddle his legs, her pants off as well, bouncing her ass up and down on his lap, clearly fucking him.
"Okay. Both of you. Clothes off," the guard said as he took off his mask.
