Chapter 63

The moment I stepped outside, I felt the warmth fall on me. I hadn’t realized it until now, but the temperature had been more pleasant inside that big tent.

I walked toward the table I had been sitting on and noticed that my friends were still talking with the other guys from the scouts. It seemed they hadn’t missed me at all.

When I got closer to the table, John finally noticed me. I could see some relief on his face as he smiled at me.

“That talk took long,” he said when I sat beside him.

“How long was I gone?”

“At least a half hour, I think.”

“I didn’t realize it was that long.”

“What did you talk about with him?”

“It was mostly about me and what I was doing.”

“Was he that curious about you?”

I smiled at him and said, “I’ll tell you all about it when we are alone.” I looked around and added, “Too many ears that don’t need to know ... you know.”

“I understand,” he said. “Later.”

“Anita?” I heard Brad say.

I looked at him and responded, “Yes?”

“Jimmy came looking for you,” Brad responded. “They are ready for your photo shoot.”

“Oh, cool,” I responded. And looked around to try to find Jimmy.

“He asked me to bring you to them,” Brad said. “They have set something up in the forest.” While he said this, he stood up, so I did the same.

He again took my leash and said jokingly, “Just to ensure you don’t run away.”

“I would never,” I jested.

“Would you mind me coming along?” John asked.

“Of course not,” Brad answered.

So, we three started to walk away from the others. I noticed a few guys watching me walk away, but no one stood up to follow us.

Brad brought us to the gate of the area where we had done the fox hunt. I was wondering what they had prepared for me. It’s not that they could have brought much photography gear with them to camp.

Once we were past the gate, we turned right, and I quickly saw Jimmy and his friend, Ronald, in the distance. When we got closer, I noticed they had two stands with softboxes ready for us. They were aimed towards two trees, with just enough room between them for a person to stand. I noticed some ropes attached to

them.

Let’s say I was not only surprised but also impressed. Those two, or at least one, took his photography very seriously if he dragged this kind of gear with him. Thinking back on the day I saw all of them walking by on that hiking trail, I don’t think I remember seeing anyone carrying anything else but their standard backpacks. So, it made me wonder how this gear had gotten here.

“Ah, there you are,” Jimmy said while he walked towards me. “I hope you don’t mind, but we wanted to do something different this time.”

“No problem,” I told him. “So, where do you want me?”

He smiled and said, “First, that collar has to go, and secondly, can you put this on?” He was holding something in his hands that looked like a loincloth.

I let Brad remove my collar again and accepted what Jimmy wanted me to wear. I had been right; it was a loincloth, and not only that, but there was also a bikini top made out of the same material.

“I always have some props and gear with me,” Ronald said. So, now I knew who was the most serious about his photography.

While I put those things on, the others watched me. The loincloth was just that, a piece of string with two triangle-shaped pieces of cloth attached to it. It was just big enough to cover my pussy and buttocks. Although, I guess the piece in the back wasn’t big enough to cover my whole ass.

The other piece was shaped like a bikini top but without straps. It was a string with two flaps of cloth hanging down on it. I needed to attach the strap somewhat loosely because otherwise, the pieces of fabric wouldn’t be long enough to cover much of my breasts. In the end, it was somewhat lying on top of my breasts, and the pieces of cloth came down to an inch or two below my nipples. Most of my breasts were peeking out on all sides of the fabric.

Ronald smiled at me and said, “Sorry. It seems my regular models are less blessed in the top department. But still, it looks good on you like that.”

I didn’t have a mirror to check his statement, so I took him on his words.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” Jimmy said. “We would like to tie you between those two trees. Is that okay for you?”

I looked at the two trees with the ropes again and answered, “I don’t mind.”

“Cool,” Jimmy said.

With Brad’s and John’s help, they tied me between those two trees. When they were done, I was standing spread-eagle and couldn’t move much.

With everything ready, the photo shoot could begin. At first, Jimmy took a few pictures of me. I noticed he didn’t use the softboxes because I saw no flashes coming from them. He took photos from different angles and even some close-ups of my body.

After he was done, Ronald also started taking photos of me. I noticed he had something attached to the top of his camera, and every time he took a picture, the softboxes flashed light at me. He also took photos of me from different angles. But he stayed farther away from me, probably to make sure he wouldn’t cast shadows when he got in front of the softboxes he used.

When he was done, I was sure they would now remove my bikini top and take a few more pictures and then probably also remove my loincloth so they could have fully naked photos of me while tied between those trees.

Although the thing that happened, I certainly hadn’t expected it. I hadn’t noticed it, but Brad and John had been out of sight while Jimmy and Ronald had taken pictures of me.

When I heard someone say, “Now! What do we have here!” I was startled but quickly realized it was John’s voice. I noticed that Ronald was looking through the eyepiece of his camera again and knew they had something else in mind for me. Jimmy was standing slightly to the side, and I noticed he was now holding his camera differently. He was still aiming it at me, but he was looking at the back of his camera and not through his eyepiece.

I felt John’s hand tracing my spine while he said, “This is a nice surprise!” He whispered quietly, “Act scared and upset.”

I quickly understood what these guys wanted to do, so I played along and started to act.

“Sir, please, help me!” I said while trying to pull my back away from the hand touching me.

Thinking about what I was wearing, I thought I knew what kind of scene they had in mind for me. Or, at least, that’s one of the things I had sometimes fantasized about after seeing a rather explicit movie in the style of a female version of Tarzan.

“Some hunters of a nearby tribe caught me and tied me between these trees.”

John wrapped his arms around me from the back and put his head on my shoulder, saying, “I know! They work for me.”

“They do?!” I let out, shocked, while trying to get away from him. Which was impossible, of course.

“They told me about this wild white woman that roamed through this forest. And well, I just knew I wanted to capture you!”

“Why? What have I done to you?”

John laughed menacing while saying, “Nothing! I just wanted you! Never had a wild white woman before.” While he said this, his right hand went up and grabbed my left breast.

I squealed and said, “Don’t ... please don’t!”

“I see they grow big around here,” John said, squeezing my breast.

I shook my upper body, trying to get John’s hand away from my breast, but the only thing that this did was expose my breasts even more. And then, the top suddenly came undone and fell to the ground. I had trouble not smiling because I hadn’t even noticed that John’s other hand had been at my back and untying my top.

“Now, this is much better,” he said while taking both my breasts in each of his hands.

He gave both breasts a good squeeze and said, “It’s been a while since I had a pair like these to play with.”

Again, I tried to get his hands off of my breasts by shaking them to the left and right, but his grip on them was too firm. Eventually, I just gave up and let him play with my breasts. Because I had calmed down, it allowed him to start rolling my nipples between his fingers and pulling on them as well.

I bit my lip because while we acted like I hated this, I enjoyed it ... a lot.

He kept playing with my nipples until I couldn’t hold it anymore and moaned a little. I think I even pressed my body backward into his body.

“I see you are starting to like it,” John said while pinching my nipples. I let out a louder moan.

“Please, don’t,” I let out while John pinched my nipples again, which made me say, “Please, Oh yeah! Please! Don’t stop.”

“That’s better,” he said. While his left hand stayed on my left breast, his right hand started to slide down my body.

Oh! God! This is so good! I thought and moaned again.

When his right hand reached my loincloth, he pushed it to the side and touched my pussy lips with his fingers.

“God! You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear and then nibbled my earloop. Louder, he said, “You like this a lot, right?”

“Oh! Yes! Please, don’t stop,” I tried to sound begging.

He laughed an evil laugh and slipped his middle finger between my pussy lips. He started to explore the opening of my vagina with it and said, “You’re so ready to be fucked!”

“Yes! DO IT!” I told him.

He then pulled his hand away from my pussy. Was he really going to fuck me now? I wondered.

His hand went to my hip, I noticed him fumbling there, and my loincloth fell. I was now completely naked again.

He then surprised me by letting go of my body and slapping my ass. He said, “Nah! I better let the wild men have their fun with you! They would kill me if I fucked you first!”

I could hear him walking away, and I begged, “No! Please! Don’t go!”

He just laughed.

“I do anything! But just let me go!”

“WOW!” I heard Jimmy say. “That was so hot!”

I was a little pissed at the moment because I couldn’t believe John had left me hanging here, hot and bothered. I really wanted him to fuck me or at least give me an orgasm. But not; he stopped the moment I was really getting into it.