SLIGHT DISCLAIMER: This story is part of a series called "Hunt Night World". Although reading the different stories may help you understand the overall world better, you do not need to do so in order to enjoy any of the stories on their own.
The trail I traveled down began to widen and soon spilled out on to the shore of the lake near our boat dock area, already I saw two other guys down by it, one of them turned on a lantern and held it up, nodding at me.
"Alex, what took you so long to get down here," I knew then that it was Bob. Bob was one of the other tribe leaders of the Teen Braves organization from the city we both lived in, even now I could feel the slight rage in his green eyes.
"Sorry Bob, I was hitting the trading post before I came down here," I said as I showed him a bag full of snacks and drinks. Carl came over, and all we could soon see was his blonde hair as he stuck his head in the bag.
"What, no cheese curls," Carl said as he pulled his head out.
"Sorry Carl, they were all out, I think the braves beat me to them," I said.
"Well, as long as the kids got them, I guess I'll survive," Carl said.
"Not kids, braves, don't forget, most of the ones here are in their late teens now," Bob said. I guess I should mention that about the organization, the Teen Braves are all all male organization that you only age out of in your 20s, at least as a brave, then you can become a Tribe Leader who helps out the Tribe Chief, or even Chief if you like. Bob and I were in two different tribes on opposite sides of the city, since we were in the same city our tribes had a friendly rivalry, as did Bob and I since our rise up the leadership ladders were almost identical in timing as well. This included, you guessed it, being staff at the Braves Summer Camp at Camp Fallen Oak. As I was thinking that, I saw activity over at Camp Redwood, the Amazon Scouts camp, or should I say coming from their side of the lake on to ours At least I thought I saw what looked like some canoes and rowboats coming our way.
"Um guys, looks like we may have some trouble headed our way from Camp Redwood," I said.
"Can't be heading this way, the rules state no Amazon Scouts are allowed on the Braves' side of the lake and visa versa," Carl said. Yeah I guess I should mention that, long before any of us were even Braves, let alone leaders the two camps had an annual get together. One year though, as the story goes, something happened at one of the get togethers. Diffrent people remember the situation diffrently, if you can find anybody who remembers anything that is, but everybody remembers the consquences. The annual get togethers were stopped, and if anybody was found on the other camp's side of the lake it lead to a lifetime ban at the camp.
"Unless hunt night rules throw those rules out the window, that is why we are out here after all, to protect the campers," I said "And for crying out loud, how can you see anything with those sunglasses still on?! I can barely see even with the lantern." I told him little concerned.
Yeah, Carl sort of had this thing where he wore sunglasses at all times, one time this summer we even found him sleeping in them. Our lanterns were the only thing that really lit up the darkness until on the lake our fears were confirmed, lantern lights came on showing more rowboats and canoes than we could count, each one with a lantern and a woman in it. Before long the boats were coming on shore and the women were getting out of them and running towards us. As we ran for the trail Carl radioed in that the shore was overrun. On our radios we heard the same thing about the trails that connected the camps. Soon I saw the that the trail from the shore was about to put me back at the main camp, but as I looked behind me I saw Bob and Carl were gone, and a sea of women were closing in, laughing and making grabbing motions.
One of them stood out to me, maybe because she seemed way more energized in her pursuit, the way her green eyes traveled all over me. Maybe it was her smile clearly showing she saw what she wanted, or maybe it was the way her uniform top was unbuttoned so when her D sized chest bounced I could just get a glimpse of her blue silk bra. Sadly I was so busy looking at her, I tripped over something and fell, I heard her laugh and even though I had 5 inches on her 5'4" body she was on me like a flash, the two of us rolling around on the ground. Before I knew it she was on top, showing me the rope she had brought with her as she started tying me up despite my squirming and screams of protest. The only time she even let up a little was so she could lift me up to get the rope around my back, times she also used to force my face in to her chest to rob me of air.
A few knots to secure the rope after my upper half was all but cocooned in rope and she lead me back down to the shore by a lead rope she had made in my bonds. All I could do as we walked is watch her black shoulder length braided ponytail sway back and forth despite my struggles to get free of the ropes, soon we were back on the dock and I was being lead to a canoe just like so many of the other men, I even saw some lanterns on the lake as their boats were on the way back. Once I was forced in to the canoe, despite my kicking my feet and legs were tied and soon we were back on the water. I stopped struggling for fear that I would flip the canoe and as tied up as I was I would be unable to swim for it. for some reason the boats seemed to be lining up as they got close to the dock, all I could do was lower my head as I felt her eyes on me.
"Don't be sad hunky, we didn't take all the leaders," she said as I wondered about the scouts who were over 18 in my tribe, I knew that the under 18 ones would be age exempt and therefore safe.
"Then how did you decide which ones to take?" I asked.
"We only took the cutest ones," she replied.
"Is that why you took me?"
"Yes you sweet hunky," I have to admit my face turned red at that, it got even redder when she kissed my cheek and told me not to worry because we were going to have fun.
"Do I want to know what kind?"
"The sexy kind," and with that she kissed my other cheek.
"I thought as much," I saw we were getting near the docks, the boats and canoes lining up, I soon saw why the line. Two of the leaders were helping tie off the boats and then helping the captives out before a redhead told them something and they were lead away, sure enough soon it was our turn, once I was out of the canoe my captor was told to take me to the main office area for registration. We soon started walking, my captor speaking up again.
"Of course with the under 18 campers around we can't do that, good thing they leave first thing in the morning,"
"You mean this camp is going to turn in to...oh no,"
"Oh yes hunky," she said, she probably would have said more but we were at the main office. I was lead up to a woman behind the desk and forced to give her my name and tribe number, my hand was then freed enough to put a bracelet on it with a number that I was told would be explained later. With that we were told to head for the campfire area for a special campfire. Once there I was untied and seated, the women heading down and standing in a line in front of the fire. The redhead from before stepped forward.
"Since I got to see all of you as you got out of your boats, you grabbed guys, helpless hunks and captive cuties, let me welcome you to Camp Redwood as well as introduce myself, my name is Ellanore, and we, the staff, are going to have lots of fun with you guys, our special campers," she said with a laugh in her voice. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Hunky was it that I heard you called," she directed at me.
"Yes," I said defeated "Will this fun be one on one, or will you staff members have free reign with us campers?" I asked.
"A good question, we'll be doing a bit of both, the ceremony will pair you off with a staff member, but we have a week here, and you guys will get to hang out with a new one of us each day," at this the staff cheered, some of us "campers" moaned, others cried for help even though we knew none would come, and others, like me, just lowered out heads. Ellanore continued her speech.
"In a few minutes we will head to the mess hall for a little snack and socialize, we will also be having a special ceremony tomorrow morning before breakfast where those numbers on your bracelets will come in to play, but we will save that for tomorrow, during the flag raising, and yes, it will be the ceremony that I hinted at with Hunky," she said as I felt her gaze travel over the collective captives or "campers" as she called us. "In the meantime, we are going to lay down some ground rules, Flora," Ellanore finished with a nod as she stepped back and another one of the "staff" stepped forward, this one was short and looked powerful.
"Thank you Ellanore, as you may have guessed I am Flora, second in command here, and as long as you listen to what I tell you, we will get along fine," she said in a voice that even if we weren't captives we would be compelled to obey. "First rule is obvious, you will obey all staff, but once you are paired up you will prioritize the staff you are paired with over others," she said. "Rule two while outdoors the dress code is as followed, during daylight hours you may remain dressed, but at night, shoes and socks and underwear only, indoors however regardless of time of day underwear only will be allowed, there will be containers in each building to put your things when you enter," she continued.
"Now then," Ellanore said as she took over again. "As I said, we have a little snack and social planned for you guys, so row by row come forward so we can get you all to the mess hall," Ellanore added with a smile in her voice, as each of us came up we were attached to a chain, which then we were lead a few steps so the next one could be attached. We squirmed as we were bound to the chain, some of us even more as we heard another another staff member say how cute we were, to which I heard my captor agree. The ladies laughed as we were lead from the campfire area and towards the mess hall.
As we headed in, one by one we were unchained and taken over to an area to put our clothes in accordance to the camp rules, I couldn't help but squirm in discomfort when I saw who was helping the campers, it was her, the woman who grabbed me.
"Oh Hi Hunky," she said in a tone equal parts welcoming and lust "You can put your clothes here, and I have a marker for you to write your name on it," she said as she pointed to a large, plastic container.
