6 . #2
Jaimie gave her a weak smile, then lifted the panties, and stuffed them into her mouth.
“Ummmkkyy?” She asked.
“I think you can fit more, you’ll need a top, after all.” Viola grinned.
“Rgghht…” Jaimie nodded, then reached into the pile and retrieved a sports bra.
“Go ahead…” Viola’s tone was cold as steel.
“Umm…” Jaimie grumbled, and stuffed the sports bra into her mouth.
“Urgggg ghhmmm…” She moaned, and then opened her mouth to show the bra stuffed in along with the panties.
“Now, you’ll need something else, don’t want to be running around in your panties and a bra.” Viola offered, and lifted a small pair of black athletic shorts.
“Whhhtt?” Jaimie’s eyes went wide.
“Come on, stuff it in.” Viola held out her hand with the shorts in it.
“Nnnmm! Cnmmm hnn!” Jaimie pointed to her already full mouth.
“Stuff… it… in…” Viola shoved the shorts at Jaimie’s face.
“Ffffnnn!” Jaimie grunted and snatched the shorts from Viola’s hand.
What is this, some sort of punishment? Jaimie wondered.
Then again, if this was what she had to do to get off this island, then she was fine with it. Jaimie lifted the shorts, opened her mouth, and stuffed them in.
“Ummmm ggmmm…” She moaned.
With the sports bra and panties, the shorts barely fit, and part of them stuck out between her lips. Her cheeks were bulging from the clothes stuff in her mouth, and she wondered if Nadia had to do something similar.
“Hrrrr!” She gestured to her stuffed mouth.
“Now, you’ll need a shirt.” Viola grabbed a shirt from the pile.
“Ummp! Nnnno!” Jaimie shook her head.
“Come on, I know you can get creative.” Viola held the shirt out.
“Umm hmm!” Jaimie shook her head.
“If you want out of here, this is the cost.” Viola gave Jaimie the icy glare again.
“Ummm…” Jaimie grumbled and took the shirt.
Instead of stuffing it into her mouth, she pressed it against her lips, then wrapped it around her head and tied it at the back of her neck.
“Hmmph?” Jaimie spread her hands to show Viola.
“Good, now come.” Viola put her arm around Jaimie’s shoulder and led her towards the door.
“Hmmm ggmmm…” Jaimie nodded, crossing her hands over her chest.
Something still didn’t feel right here, but she had to play along.
“You see,” Viola spoke as she turned the knob. “I was telling your sister, I have something special planned for you two.”
She opened the door, letting in a burst of sunlight.
“Mmmph!” Jaimie grunted and shielded her eyes as Viola guided her out.
“And well, for what I have planned for you four, I need you all in tip-top shape.” Viola continued.
“Whhht?” Jaimie questioned, and found herself standing on what looked like a large, track and field course.
Standing on one side of what looked like a starting line was a group of the scantily clad maids. They all looked very intense, very focus, and very in shape.
“There’s an event coming up called The Damsel Games, have you heard of it?” Viola asked.
“Ummm ohhh…” Jaimie shook her head, not liking the way the maids were looking at her.
“Well, you and your sister will be representing me at the games, and well, I mean to win, so I need you to start training.” With that, Viola pushed Jaimie onto the track.
“Whhht!” Jaimie cried.
“Now ladies,” Viola pointed to Jaimie. “There is your target.”
“Hrrrry!” Jaimie protested.
“And you,” Viola smiled and turned to Jaimie. “Your goal is to out run my maids without taking the clothes out of your mouth.”
“Hmmmph!” Jaimie cried, looking again at the maids who were eying her up like a prize turkey.
“I would be running if I were you, if you can beat them around the track, you can to put one of those items of clothing on. Beat them around a second time, and you can wear another article of clothing, and so on.”
“Ummph!” Jaimie cried.
“On your mark!” Viola called out, and the maids took running positions.
“Whhhtt!” Jaimie held out her hands.
“Get set!”
“Nnnoooh!”
“Go!”
“Unnnmph! Nnnnooh!” Jaimie protested, but turned to see the maids already rushing her.
With no other choice, Jaimie took off running down the track, bare breasts bouncing and hands between her legs.
***
“I swear, if I ever get out of this, you’re dead.” Fuscia grumbled from the treadmill.
“I think right now our focus should be on both of us getting out of here.” Taneth grumbled.
Her position seemed much more uncomfortable than Fuscia’s, but both women were clearly in over their heads.
“Both of us?” Fuscia asked.
Taneth lifted her head to eye the naked bounty hunter. Fuscia stood a few feet way, pacing leisurely on the treadmill, her naked body breaking out in a light sweat.
“Right now, our best case for getting out of here is if we work together,” Taneth sighed. “Unless you have a better option.”
Fuscia grunted and looked down at her wrists, which were currently manacled to the handlebars of the treadmill.
Taneth, meanwhile, was lying on a workout bench, her arms and legs secured below her to each support, and like Fuscia, she was completely nude.
Above her hung the bar to a lat pull down machine.
“Well you worked here, what’s the deal with all of this?” Taneth grunted and tested her bonds again, but she was secured tightly.
“I don’t know… to be honest… people had a way of… disappearing around here.” For the first time Taneth detected… fear in Fuscia’s voice.
“Look, whatever differences we had, I think we should work together, get off this island, and then deal with our issues after that.” Taneth continued.
“Yeah… fine…” Fuscia huffed and tugged on the manacles keeping her to the treadmill. “What was the use of all that escape training if it isn’t working now?”
“That training could come in handy at the Damsel Games.” A voice answered, and both bound women turned to see Viola entering, clad in a bikini and carrying a jar of something in her hand as well as a roll of duct tape.
“Viola, I can explain.” Taneth began.
“Ma’am, that woman kidnapped me, I was merely trying to defend myself!” Fuscia cried.