This Is War - Chapter 24 - #FreeTheNipple
I didn’t have a chance to fully dry off before Ocelot called Chastity and me back to the wheel.
Chastity stepped up and tugged on the wheel.
It spun and spun and spun. As it finally started to slow, I read the events that it might land on.
Flag football, chicken fight, three-legged race, slip n’ slide, sword fight…
I wondered if that would be an actual fencing match, or if the guys would have to whip out their dongs and have a good old-fashioned locker-room sword fight.
Knowing the Society, it easily could have been either.
Alas, it was not to be. The wheel clicked past sword fight and landed on freedom race.
Freedom race? What the hell was a freedom race?
Based on how loudly all the guys on both teams were cheering, it seemed likely that the freedom race was going to be something wildly uncomfortable for me. Would I be handcuffed and have to try to get free before Cole claimed his prize? Oh God.
I started to walk back to my team to discuss our game plan, but one of Ocelot’s helpers stopped me and handed me a big cardboard box. I opened it up to find a bunch of red bikinis inside.
Frankie skipped over to me with a big smile on her face, her braids bouncing with every step. “It’s your lucky day,” she said.
Was she being sarcastic? That was exactly the kind of thing you’d say to someone who was about to get bondage banged. “Why’s that?” I asked.
“Because I’m a beast at tying knots.”
Knots!? I’d kind of just been joking about the whole bondage thing. “Am I about to be tied up and spanked?”
Frankie laughed. “Maybe if we lose. But no, not for this event. Come on…we need to get some volunteers and then go get ready. We only have thirty minutes before the race begins.”
Isadora and Giovanna were the first to volunteer. The rest of the girls on my team were less enthusiastic, but eventually we got three more takers.
Diablo raised his hand too.
“You want to wear one of these?” asked Frankie, holding up one of the red bikini tops.
Diablo laughed. “No. But I’d be happy to help tie them.”
“Me too,” offered Angel.
Frankie pursed her lips. “Nice try, perverts. But we don’t need any help.” She turned to me. “Let’s go get ready.”
We jogged off to the nearest cabin with the five other girls.
“So what exactly is the freedom race?” I asked.
“The best event,” said Isadora. She and Giovanna had already gotten naked and were putting on the red bikinis.
“A race to see who can free all of us from our bikini tops the fastest,” said Frankie.
“It’s kind of like #FreeTheNipple, only it has nothing to do with feminism and more to do with everyone seeing our boobs.
Our job is to try to prevent that from happening by tying these bikinis as tight as humanly possible. ”
“Gah! I knew one of these events was going to end up with me naked.”
Frankie laughed. “Not if I can help it. I feel like I’ve been preparing for this all my life.
” She gestured to her braids and all her hand-made bracelets.
Lots of them involved leather straps and tons of little knots.
“Here…put yours on and I’ll tie you up.” She tossed me one of the bikinis to change into while she went around helping the other girls.
Isadora and Giovanna respectfully declined her help. Instead of wearing the bikinis like normal people, they tied them in some weird style called the “upside down” bikini. Basically it turned their tops into slutty little tube tops that pushed their boobs together.
They claimed they did it to try to confuse the blue team, but I was pretty sure they just wanted their cleavage to look amazing.
I hid behind a bunk and changed into my bikini, holding the cups against my breasts while I waited for Frankie to come help. Eventually she came. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but the knots she was making certainly didn’t feel normal.
She gave one final tug and then patted me on the back. “Don’t worry,” she said. “No one is getting through these knots.”
I took a deep breath. “I hope you’re right.
” And then something occurred to me. I was certain that Cole would be the one untying our knots.
But who would do the dirty work for our team?
Tanner wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, but I didn’t relish the idea of him ripping off a bunch of girls’ bikinis. Especially Chastity’s.
But as much as I hated that thought, he did seem extremely motivated to keep Cole from getting to see me naked. Which was confusing…because Tanner had made it very clear that we could never be together. Right? Gah! He was so confusing.
What really mattered, though, was if Tanner was any good with knots. Because I wasn’t about to stand there and let Cole rip off my bikini top while Tanner floundered around like a schoolboy about to see his first pair of boobs.
“You any good with knots?” I asked Tanner once we were all changed and ready for the freedom race.
“I’m decent.”
“Just decent?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Nigel’s the real expert.”
I stared skeptically at the little man.
“I am. I spent decades on a sh…”
Tanner cleared his throat. “He spent a decade in boy scouts.”
“That’s definitely not what he was about to say.” These two were being particularly sketchy today.
“Will you let me help, Mistress Ash?” asked Nigel.
There was no way I was going to leave my fate in his hands. “I’d rather Tanner do it.”
“Good choice,” said Tanner. “I may be okay with knots, but I’m excellent at untying bikinis.”
I tried to ignore that comment. He’d probably been untying bikinis all summer while I mourned his disappearance. “Even when they’re tied like this?” I turned to show him the crazy knots on my back.
“What the…?” he asked.
“Oh God. I’m so screwed.” I wasn’t sure exactly what Frankie had done back there with the knots, but surely the other team had done something similar. And Tanner looked like a deer in headlights.
“Maybe not,” said Angel. “Diablo was serious when he offered to help you girls tie knots. When we were young, we got caught robbing a bank and the judge sent us to a wilderness camp. It was basically the Spanish version of boy scouts.”
“You two were in boy scouts?” I asked. “I cannot picture you two in those ridiculous outfits.”
“We made them look good,” said Diablo. “Especially once we sewed ourselves some new pairs of shorts with extra room in the crotchal region.”
Was he serious? He seemed serious. But I still didn’t fully trust him. “How do I know you’re not going to sabotage us?”
“I would never.”
Oh, really? “I know that Chastity promised you a blowjob if you threw those challenges.”
“Yeah,” said Diablo. “But then she went back on it. So now I’m fully devoted to crushing her.”
“Hmm…”
“Come on, you gotta believe I’ll do whatever it takes to get her on her knees.”
“Okay, fine. That checks out. But if you let me down, I’m going to kick you in the nuts so hard…”
“Deal.” He stuck his massive hand out and shook on it with me. But seeing how big his hands were gave me pause. How could such big beefy hands untie such intricate little knots? It didn’t seem like it was physically possible.
I was going to make a last-minute switch when Ocelot blew his whistle.
Shit!
Ocelot had set up a V-shaped platform. All the girls lined up on the platform, with Chastity and I at the center next to Ocelot. Diablo and Cole waited on the ends.
“On my signal,” said Ocelot, “both men may begin untying bikinis. The first to get all seven opponents’ tops completely off wins. Ladies, please put your hands on your hips. If you move your hands, your male teammate will have to freeze for 30 seconds before he can resume untying. Are we clear?”
We all nodded.
“Then let the freedom race begin!” Ocelot blew his whistle.
Diablo was as skillful as he’d promised. Within a few seconds, the first blue girl’s top fell away from her chest. I hoped she would cover herself and give us a free 30 seconds, but she kept her hands at her side and let everyone see her breasts.
Cheers erupted from the crowd. So. Many.
Cheers. There were at least a hundred people watching.
A hundred! And if I lost, they’d all see me topless.
Yes, I’d pranced around Club Onyx in my lingerie.
But at least I’d been covered a little bit.
If Cole undid my bikini, I’d be completely exposed.
Would it be weird if my nipples got hard?
Or would everyone be too distracted by some deformity that I wasn’t even aware of?
I nervously glanced down the line to see how Cole was doing. Being the cocky bastard that he was, he kept one hand behind his back as he effortlessly undid Giovanna’s top. A second later he freed Isadora’s breasts as well.
Stupid upside-down bikinis! Had they even tried to tie difficult knots? Or did they just want to show everyone their perfect breasts?
Isadora answered that question by reaching up, jiggling her boobs, and then blowing a seductive kiss to the adoring crowd.
Ocelot blew his whistle. “Foul on red. Diablo, freeze for thirty seconds.” A big LED timer behind Ocelot started counting down from 30 while Cole kept untying.
Fucking Isadora! If she was the reason that we lost this, I was going to tit-punch her so hard.
Cole kept one hand behind his back as he attacked the next bikini top, but after a few seconds, he gave that up and started going at it with both hands.
Just as the penalty timer ran out he finally got the knot around her neck undone.
The girl’s face turned bright red as her top fell from her breasts.
Cole undid the other knot and her top came off completely.
Oh my God. This was a mistake! I wanted to run, but that would surely result in us being disqualified. Which would then result in Cole getting to bang me. Probably in front of all these perverts.
Seeing Diablo work gave me some small hope though. He was quickly making up the lost time. And by the time Cole got my fourth teammate topless, Diablo had almost caught up.