"Ohmigawd, ohmigawd, ohmigawd!' Jenny wailed but for once, it was a happy mantra.
John had her pinned to their air mattress with her ankles to her ears and was 'doing" her with contagious enthusiasm. The pleasure was about to drive Jenny out of her mind as the pair got bouncy in the privacy of the tent. With John grunting above and her steady moans beneath, neither was paying attention to the night sounds outside. The gurgle of the nearby stream, the scree of passing bats and the stealthy footsteps of prowling imps all went unheeded. Whispering voices faded in the distance as the eavesdroppers slipped away through the woods.
Later, Jenny woke in the predawn dark and smiled with satisfaction. When John had shown her the dress he insisted she wear she had been dumbfounded. It wasn't really a dress at all but a short, semi-transparent, lavender nighty even if it did come with belt and shoes. Then he'd told her their car was in the shop and they'd be driving to the campsite in a rented convertible. Every driver who could see into their very low-slung vehicle had gotten an eyeful of Jenny's voluptuous body. Their drive had been a constant barrage of hooting horns and obscene gestures. Between the embarrassment and John's constant and knowledgeable petting she'd been a quivering mass of firm pink flesh on arrival. Jenny sighed at her husband's oddity but she had to admit the sex had been phenomenal.
The covers spilled from her naked breasts when she sat up and felt around for her discarded clothes. She wanted a trip to the Ladies and all her "real" clothes were locked in the boot. Since John was snoring his post-coital coma snore she had no choice but to slip back into her tarty outfit or go in her all together. Walking down the path the hair on the back of her neck prickled. Jenny was grateful for the cover of night but wished the wind in the trees didn't sound so much like footsteps stalking her.
Inside the facilities she flipped the light switch without result. After clicking up and down several times and getting the same non-result she resigned herself and plunged into the pitch-black room while trying not to think about the normal grubbiness of a campground restroom. Jenny hurried as best she could to finish and be back to her tent before the other campers were stirring. Standing at the sink she thought of her warm bed and waiting lover. The sudden crinkling of her nipples could be blamed on the damp morning chill but the tingle between her legs was all about John. She shook some water from her hands and reached for a towel. Outside the sky was fading from black to indigo and she needed to hurry.
Whether it was the distraction of her erotic musings or just her normal cluelessness Jenny was caught completely off guard when pair of hands grabbed her knickers and whisked them down her legs. With an "eep" of surprise she tried to turn and face her attacker but with the panties around her ankles she only managed to trip herself. Jenny hit the floor hard and the air whooshed from her lungs. Almost as quickly as she fell a pack of small bodies landed on her back and legs and drove out her little remaining breath. Their combined weight was more than enough to trap her in place as someone yanked the knickers free. Shrill war whoops echoed from the cinder block walls as the thieves dashed for the door. Jenny leapt (and jiggled) to her feet and took off in hot pursuit.
The knickernappers had a good lead as they scurried off down a hedge-bordered path but Jenny was well used to running under adverse conditions. The rhythmic bounce of her magnificent breasts hardly slowed her pace and the cool air caressing her bare bum simply spurred her on. Even running in high heels was something she had long experience with so she was rapidly closing the gap when they disappeared around a bend.
Jenny pelted round the corner and skidded to a halt. No one was in sight but her panties lay on the ground just visible in the dim light. They must have thrown them away to make their escape she thought and nearly picked them up before she noticed the loop of rope surrounding the knickers. Jenny stood back and nibbled the end of her finger in indecision. She desperately wanted them back but was wary of the obvious trap.
Cautiously she bent to examine the snare. Either she could try a quick snatch to retrieve her property or she could beat a hasty retreat. Inevitably, Jenny made the wrong choice.
With a hiss like the sound of a well-swung whip a sapling sprang upright and Jenny's lassoed wrist was hauled in the air. The hem of her short shift rose well above her hips as she teetered on her tiptoes and cursed herself for an idiot.
The rustle of movement in the underbrush made her yank frantically on her bound arm but before she could slip free Jenny was surrounded by the hunting party. They watched her impassively while she unsuccessfully tried to tug her skirt down to a more modest level. None of them were taller than her shoulder but their silence was unnerving.
"Er, Hello, boys. I"m sorry if I interrupted your merit badge test" she suggested tentatively.
One of them scooped up her knickers and stuffed them in his pack.
"If you need those for your, ah,.scavenger hunt be my guest" she invited nervously.
One of the tallest Scouts approached and spoke, "We are the Clan of the Great Beast, Yellowhair"
"I see" replied Jenny when plainly she did not "Do you suppose you could cut me down now?"
He took a grip on her hair and dragged her face down to his level.
"No" he answered and then a succession of actions took place so rapidly Jenny's only reactions were instinctive.
Someone with exceptionally horny fingers gave her ass a massive pinch and when she opened her mouth to scream the leader jammed her mouth full of a wadded scarf. When her free hand went to cover her poor throbbing bum it was captured, roped and hauled up next to the other wrist. A tall pole furnished with long ropes was pressed against her spine. Meanwhile the spokesman whipped his own scarf behind her neck and tied her gag in place. Overhead two Scouts shimmied along a handy tree branch and fastened their captive's wrists to the pole. Others at ground level took the trailing ropes and began to circle Maypole Jenny on nimble cloven hooves. The tightly wound lines crisscrossed her luscious form and welded her inescapably to the pole. When they were done the rope ends were tied in a neat wrap around her ankles. Jenny squirmed delightfully but ineffectively as the Scouts lowered her to the ground. With commendable teamwork they hoisted her on their shoulders and eased through a gap in the hedge
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Jenny could see the bright morning sky through gaps in the forest canopy but in the woods it was still twilight dim. Mist filled the low areas and the birds were making more than enough noise to cover the sound of their passage and Jenny's well muffled protests.
Unable to watch their route from her awkward position she was surprised when they entered a cave and plunged underground. A kink in the passage soon shut off the light from the entrance and the band slowed to a shuffle as they felt their way along. At the slower pace, hands in the dark pinched and tickled her vulnerable flesh. Jenny wriggled frantically in an ineffectual attempt to avoid them. At a whispered order the fingers stopped their torment and Jenny noticed the tunnel getting lighter and sounds of activity ahead.
The Scouts stepped from the tunnel and entered a domed chamber lit with a incongruous mix of primitive torches and gas lanterns. The hunters laid her belly down on a large flat stone and quickly stripped off her bindings along with her remaining clothes. If her arms and legs hadn't been numb Jenny would have tried to run but they expertly fastened her in place long before she could recover. Bent over the rock table with her legs spread and tied to the base and her arms bound to the opposite corners the naked prisoner could only watch nervously as events unfolded.
The capture team approached a group of Scouts sitting around a central fire. They halted outside the circle and their leader declared "We have hunted."
