Wargames. Just the sound of them made the young recruits in the local militia smile with anticipation. Of course their smiling time was over as the games were now already in progress. A simple game of paintball with two sides each split into separate squads of six. Two hours now into the game and the line was blurred significantly between friend and foe. Everyone was everywhere in the heavy set forest as they remain only with those they were assigned with. The rules in this game were simple, once you were shot in a clear "kill spot"; you were to head back to HQ. The remainder of your team would continue on, as the game would not conclude until all names from one side were accounted for.

One team of six pursues a team of three through a lighter area of the woods. The lowest limb on a tree was over seven feet above the ground, but that didn't mean that there wasn't plenty of good cover. The ground, mostly dried leaves and pine needles were also covered in various logs of dead trees. The one in front of the three noticed such a barrier and began to run toward it as though her life depended on it. Although not literally, she was figuratively running for her life not stopping to take the time to look over her shoulder. If she had, she'd have noticed the other two being gunned down in the back. They had slowed to a walk afterward and changed their direction for HQ. For them, the game was over.

The young blond placed a hand firmly on the logs rough surface and twisted her legs in a bit of a hop. With a little more twist put in, the young girl had properly spun herself around so she was now facing her pursuers. A smile then appeared on her face, as this was the moment in life she was looking for. The thrill and exhilaration of competition that had been taken away from her childhood. This young woman was a product of parents who had expected their daughter to grow into a fine young lady filled with class and etiquette. Of course she had just gone through the motions of childhood until she was given the chance to leave. When she did she found that this militia was the best sanctuary for her. She quickly became aware of other things in life. Things that went beyond the methods of walk and table manners.

Her heart was pounding as she looked above the log and found her six pursuers coming ever closer. She knelt back down and let out a small laugh as she pulled her paintball gun and opened fire. This forced her pursuers to take cover behind various trees in the area and to return fire when given the chance.

Her eventual downfall was upon her though as the thrill of this game took over all other sense in her mind and body. She had no idea that even though she had the six men pinned in behind their trees that she had lost control of the situation. What she had thought were six men firing turned out to be four. Two of them had picked up other paintball guns and began unloading them upon her direction and without her realization; she fell into the trap of a pincer attack. The other two had come in from the side pointing their guns toward her forcing her to surrender. She dropped her own gun and raised her hands in the air as she stood up. A motion from one of the two and the other four quickly approached still careful and ever watchful of backup for their young captive.

"Okay guys now what?" The young girls' lack of knowledge in being a captive during these wargames seemed to please the six men as they looked down upon her. Although only inches above her head, the young captive sure felt small being enclosed by the six men.

One of them grabbed hold of her arm and jerked her forward. The young blond knew this part of the drill and walked forward in between two of the men with the other four keeping a careful eye out for others. Soon they were heading up a gentle slope to what appeared to be a metal wire fence. Sure enough the closer they came to what appeared to be a fence, the more it appeared to be that way.

The top of the hill was a more open area with a fence on one side and the forest on the other with a line of bushes separating the small field from the trees. The one who hard jerked the girl forward pushes her down to her hands and knees. It was then that the one in front turned around toward him raising a hand up.

"Easy. Easy." He said with a gentle tone that gave the girl the belief that even with no rank to his name, he was the one in charge.

The little lesson proved good for her, as he became the one she looked to for answers.

"What's going on?"

"Just a little experiment" He responded, removing his dark green issued hat revealing his bald, yet nowhere near shiny head. His tanned skin really became more prominent after he had done so.

He looked to the other four and gave them a swift nod. The one who had shoved her down, an overweight bald headed Asian, pointed his gun straight at the young blondes face just daring her to make a move. Any move. She gave him none, but instead looked as though she had more questions. So many that she lost focus of the giant Asian and looked toward the apparent leader ready to speak. She was interrupted, however, by the shoving of the same paintball gun from earlier right in her face. The "leader" noticed this and knelt down in front of her. She was just now starting to show signs of fright because while she didn't know the entire protocol of what to do with captives, she knew that none of this was right.

"So here's what we're expecting," He started as he reached over pulling off her cap and tossing it aside. With another motion, he removed the bobby pin in her hair letting it flow from its well-kept position to just above her shoulders. "You're gonna have to do what we say for the next little bit. Nothing extreme, just a few tasks. Think you can manage? 'cause if you don't. Then I'm afraid my friend here'll just have to release a round in your eye. And from this range, it don't sound like it'd be nice. So to ask again, think you can manage?"

The young blond looked through the barrel of the gun and from there she could notice the fat finger of the Asian aiming it already over the trigger. Seeing that she could only start to think of how much it would hurt to have a paintball hit her eye from two inches away. She knew she had no choice but to oblige to their request and gave the tanned individual a solid nod. He seemed very pleased by this as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other in his crouched position.

"Good, then the first thing you need to do is take your uniform off and anything you may have on underneath."

A sudden request, but the girl knew she would have no time to argue or really, no insurance that she would get out of said argument with both eyes intact. Therefore, with great reluctance, she began to unbutton her jacket sliding it off each arm revealing the blank green T-shirt underneath. She shivered a little, not from the cold but from the fact that she was actually doing this.

"So if you don't mind my asking so, what's your name?" The tanned skin man asked with an actual sense of sincerity. It was clear that even though the two seemed the same age, or at least close, they had never really been formally introduced. The other five were close to the age bracket as well, but she had hardly seen them before either.

"Hayes." She answered back lifting her shirt up over her head letting her pure blonde hair slip through it.

Underneath was a light blue bra, the final saving grace that blocked the mans eyes from her bare breasts. Although he didn't seem as interested in seeing them, right now as his Asian counterpart was.

"Well I'm Rodriguez. The man holding the gun is Swanson." Rodriguez pointed over his shoulder toward the giant Asian who gave a quick and hardly noticeable nod.

Hayes didn't really respond in any fashion. She had a job to do and reluctantly she knew it had to be done. The next thing to go would be the bra and she reached in around her back to get at the clip.

"Don't feel up to talking?"

Hayes could feel the clip coming undone as she shook her head. Rodriguez nodded a little as he looked away for a moment then up to Swanson as Hayes pulled her arms through the bra strap revealing her 34C-sized chest. Upon being released from their lacy prison, Hayes' breasts seemed to do a little dance for a moment as they enjoyed the fresh air. Swanson seemed relatively impressed by this. Hayes, on the other hand, didn't seem to revel in the fact that she was now completely topless.

"What about my pants?" Hayes asked finally speaking up.

"What about 'em?" Rodriguez asked back.

"Well, wouldn't it be easier for me to remove them while standing?" Hayes was asking this obviously questioning that she couldn't take her pants off while she was kneeling.

Rodriguez just shrugged his shoulders. "Find a way." He responded rising up to join the other four over by the bushes.

The sight of the gun making a jolting motion in her face told her that she had to resume. Frustration seemed to be her main emotional standpoint at the moment as she played around with her belt buckle trying to pry it open. It seemed a little difficult at the start but after looking down she found out what she was doing wrong.

This was the moment she was waiting for. A chance to get the gun out of her face as she backhanded the barrel out of her range and pushed herself up to a vertical base and instantly started running toward the trees. Swanson, of course, was the first to notice as he gave pursuit yet again. The other five turned when they heard the commotion and just watched. Perhaps they knew that Swanson would catch up, or maybe they were just mesmerized by the sight of Hayes' breasts flying from side to side with each stride. Whatever the reason, they opted to remain where they were.

It was only a matter of time though when Swanson had finally caught up to her grabbing hold of the back of her pants. Hayes thought that if she had taken the extra moment to fully undo her belt buckle then maybe Swanson would get the belt rather than her.

A quick and harsh jerk later, Hayes was lying face first on the grass taking some heavy breaths. She didn't remain that way for long however as Swanson grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and began pulling her back to her original placement. Forced to crawl, Hayes knew she would have no choice but to comply with this off the bat control.

Within a matter of moments, she was back to her starting point. Hayes raised her upper body up but only found a backhand from Swanson who knocked her back down. That was when Rodriguez made a move.

"What the fuck? Did you strike her?" Rodriguez was almost mimicking their commander with his tone of voice.

"Man, that fucking bitch tried to get away. Just teaching her to take her fucking orders and not try anything else."

Rodriguez was now in the face of the massive, and slightly taller, Asian. Hayes, still on her knees, seemed to have no idea that now would be a great time to escape. She only seemed focused on what was going on in front of her. Was one of her kidnappers actually standing up for her? It would seem that way as Rodriguez grabbed hold of the guns' barrel that was squeezed in between the two.

"You are relieved of your duties here."

Hearing that, Swanson was visibly upset but decided to not take it out on Rodriguez. In a surprise, he didn't even take it out on Hayes who remained there on her knees looking upwards at him as he passed her by. Shaking his giant head, Swanson seemed to rather take things out on the next group he came across.

"Swanson!" Rodriguez yelled out.

Hearing his name, Swanson turned around.

"Relinquish your shoe laces. You know we need 'em more than you now."

Swanson again began shaking his head as he took a step back toward his former leader pointing in his direction. "Well that's too bad, Rodriguez. 'cause I'm keeping my laces, so you're plan is now fucked!"

Swanson gave Rodriguez a devilish grin but that didn't last long as Rodriguez fired his gun toward Swanson catching him dead center in the chest. Swanson looked down at the yellow stain on his jacket, then back up at Rodriguez.

"Swanson, you are now dead. So your shoe laces are no longer any good to you." Rodriguez lowered his gun and outstretched an open hand. "Relinquish them."

Swanson again shook his head, but now it was only because he was defeated in this little battle. Reaching down, he began pulling and tugging to get his laces free. Once finished, he tossed them over toward Rodriguez letting them fall at his feet. His job in the game over, Swanson turned and walked into the forest now clearly more pissed than before.

Rodriguez took a moment to kneel down and pick up the stray laces. Back up to a more erect base, he motioned with his head for one of the other four to approach them. Once the soldier was over, Rodriguez spoke to him with a tone that suggested only he and the other hear it. Although Hayes, as close as she was, overheard it.

"With the sudden departure of Swanson, I'll need someone to take his position. Think you can manage?"

Hayes remembered the last time Rodriguez had said that. It was when she was fully clothed. What could he be thinking now? The other man nodded his head and took the original Swanson position. Rodriguez turned inward toward Hayes and smiled down at her.

"Glad to see you're still with us." It became clear to her then that she could have escaped, however it didn't seem like she would get far anyway. Not after pushing herself in the last attempt. "But in order to keep you here, I'm gonna need you to do something else. Just for the meantime. Open your mouth."

Hayes seemed a little confused by this sudden order, but obeyed the command and smacked her lips apart. Giving a nod to the glasses wearing, white skinned man, he gently placed the barrel of the gun inside her mouth. Rodriguez then placed a hand under her chin and gently pressed up closing her mouth over the barrel.

"Now, what Campbell here is going to do is keep the barrel in your mouth. You try anything and he is under orders to open fire. And I don't know if you've ever tasted paint in your life, but even if you haven't I'm sure it's something you don't really want to experience, am I right?" Hayes nodded at the question. She had never grown a taste for paint and wanted to keep her life that way. "Good. But keeping it in there won't be enough. Hayes, what I want you to do, to make sure you're on the level, is I want you to suck off the barrel."

Hayes didn't waste any time questioning him and pushed her head forward and back. Looking up to Rodriguez for a positive, she found it in a nod. This wasn't something she wanted to do, but she knew that she would have no say in the matter. Of course she knew that this was clearly only the beginning. What was planned for her would be far more involved than just getting undressed. That's when she remembered her original task and began fidgeting with her belt once again.

Her belt came undone easy. She didn't waste any time unlooping it and went straight to work on the button and zipper combination as Rodriguez again walked toward the group by the bushes. Hayes continued to bring her mouth back and forth over the barrel gently as she raised herself up a little higher on her knees so she could easily slide her pants off. She knew it would be easier to do this only once so she took it all down at the same time. The belt, the pants, and her underwear, which just so happened to be a thin piece of string no bigger than a shoelace. She knew it wasn't standard issue, but it made her feel more alive than she had in her childhood days. Though sliding it off now only reminded her of the days she wore one as a teenager when being trained to be a lady. It was her dirty little secret, which kept her sane all those years. Now it was open to Campbell and the other man who had come to remove her boots so that her lower body could be freed from their clothe like prison.

The shoes off, the man went right to work ripping the laces off. That job done, he handed them over toward Rodriguez and tossed the boots to the side with the other clothing.

Rodriguez took hold of one of the spare guns and placed it between Hayes feet. Though before he could do that he would have to kick them more part. This caused a slight lapse in rhythm as she sucked away on the barrel. At that moment she tried to look over her shoulder but knew that if she did then a ball of paint would be exploding in her mouth. Though she didn't have to wait long to find out what was going on as she could feel the laces being tied over her bare ankles. When she stopped feeling the hands sliding across her bare skin, she began pulling a little with her legs only to find that they were being kept together by the gun which they were tied to. It was then that all hope or thought even of escape has left her mind. She would have to wait and see how things ended up here.

With everyone surrounding her, Rodriguez gave Campbell a nod and he slid the barrel out of her mouth. She seemed almost relieved that it was gone but then remembered why. It wouldn't be necessary to threaten her into staying put.

Rodriguez reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a nametag for the more formal uniform and a small lighter. Removing a break from one point, he flicked the lighter into action and began to heat the pointy tip for a few minutes. Each second that the flame remained under the point, Hayes could only ask herself the question of "what next?" That answer came to her when Rodriguez took a sudden interest in her breast. Well, the nipple area really. He took hold of the end and began pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Hayes moaned gently at the feel of the fingers rubbing her nipple into erection. Although she soon regretted that her nipples had given in to the pleasure.

With great accuracy, Rodriguez pierced the point of the nametag through the erect nipple causing her to cream out in pain loudly for all in the forest to here. One of them en instantly jumped up and turned toward the forest.

"Fuck, man! Tell the bitch to shut up!" He practically demanded.

Rodriguez shook his head as he placed his open hand in the air as if asking for something. Campbell reached into his pocket pulling out a small ring usually reserved for keeping buttons in place. Rodriguez began twisting the ring through the small hole made just recently as Hayes moaned letting out small squirmish type screams. All the while, the nervous individual kept his eye on the forest making sure no one had heard the screams and decided to come and investigate.

Without taking any care as to what the sound would be, Rodriguez repeated the same process on the other nipple sliding a metal ring through until it was all the way around. Hayes had responded to the pain in a very similar manner.

"Now for down there." Rodriguez told himself as he lowered the nametag to Hayes' lower sex.

She wasn't sure which part he was referring to. There were several piercing possibilities down there but none of them seemed very welcoming.

Rodriguez was stopped though when the sound of leaves crunching became very clear to their open ears. Everyone turned to find a black skinned woman standing there in shock of what she was seeing. Sensing the need to turn and report her findings, the woman began running deeper into the forest. Rodriguez made a motion toward the nervous individual who quickly went in pursuit. Luckily for Hayes, this sudden spotting had forced Rodriguez to completely forget about piercing her lower sex. She let out a sigh when she noticed him place the nametag in his pocket.

Rodriguez rose up and began talking to the final individual in the group about something that was even incoherent to Hayes. It seemed like orders for a new task as the man nodded his head and made his way into the forest.

Campbell, Rodriguez, and Hayes remained alone in silence. Though within a matter of moments, they could hear the crunching of more leaves as the black skinned woman was pushed through the bushes by the nervous individual who carried all her clothing under his arm while pointing his gun with the other. The woman was dressed very similar to Hayes in the fact that she also had her gun tied to her ankles thus restraining the way she could walk. But walk she did, though she looked as though she didn't want to at the moment.

Soon she was right by Hayes down on her knees, her 36DD chest dwarfing her own. The woman's jet black hair, much longer than Hayes, pressed against her lower back as she looked up at the men who would now be calling the shots in her life.

"Head over there, make sure no one else is coming." Rodriguez ordered toward the formerly nervous individual as he knelt down next to the latest captive pulling out the nametag once more with the lighter. Hayes knew what was going to happen and felt sorry for the latest captive but she knew she could say nothing. With Campbell standing there holding his gun, words were not welcome from either captive at the moment.

Sure enough, with each piercing and ringing, the black woman screamed out in pain but it was short lived as she refused to remain looking weak for these men. So instead of screaming as long as Hayes had done, she finished off with heavy breathing and a deep glare that would normally send chills down the spines of these men had they not bind her ankles together.

Just as soon as Rodriguez was finished with the piercing, he heard some more leaf crunching. Though this time had granted no warrant of surprise or defense from anyone there as it was the returning individual who held some small, thick branches in his hand. As he approached the quartet, Hayes noticed that Rodriguez was in the midst of pulling Swanson's shoelaces from his pocket. He then handed them both over to the approaching man who placed his rifle down and began twisting the laces around the branch on one side. His job a third finished, he made his way in behind the black woman.

"Open your mouth." He ordered.

The black woman remained still for a moment before finally opening her mouth. The man slid the branch in and wrapped the lace around her head to the other side tying it on to keep the branch in place. Next was Hayes turn. She didn't need to be ordered as she opened her mouth up and waited a couple moments for her branch to be ready. She could tell already that she wasn't very popular with her fellow captive for giving up so soon. But she knew that being defiant would get her nowhere but a delay in time and that only meant that she would remain in captivity for a longer period. Therefore she knew that obedience right now was the best recourse.

As soon as the branch was in her mouth, Hayes bit down to test its strength. It was strong enough to last a while of grinding so clearly, she couldn't just bite through it. Much like her ability to walk right, her speech was taken away completely. All she could get out were some small muffled groans, moans, and a few whines. All of which seemed to send a pleasurable sense through the group of men around her.

Rodriguez now began to unlace his own boots as he looked toward the man who had come in with the branches.

"It ready?"

"As it'll ever be." He responded as he threw his laces toward Rodriguez who quickly picked them up.

Campbell then began undoing his own laces as the nervous man came to aid the other in getting something out through the bushes. After a few moments of pushing, they managed to get a small buggy out from behind the bushes. Hayes seemed surprised then remembered hearing about a buggy, which was mysteriously stolen from the garage. "That must be it." She thought to herself as she watched the nervous man remove his own laces only to hand them over to Rodriguez, who had acquired quite a small pile in his hand.

Campbell then went over to help the other three pull the buggy to a more open area as Rodriguez began tying the laces together melting the joining points with the lighter.

With various styles of laces tied together, Rodriguez wrapped one around Hayes waist then tied and melted another in behind her back then repeated the same process over for the black woman who, against her better judgment, remained still for this to happen. The small buggy was almost ready as Rodriguez slipped a lace through the rings attached to the girls' nipples. Another string was attached then melted in place before it was drawn under their visible and open sex to in behind them. Rodriguez stood above them afterward, smiling down at his own little creation.

"We were hoping to get in a few leashes for afterward, but with the joining of our young friend here, I think we can make do with what we have. Ladies, welcome to the world of ponygirls." Rodriguez, with his arms outstretched, seemed to act as though he was embracing them into their new world just as the buggy was finished being placed in the needed position.

Rodriguez walked in behind the ponygirls who took a moment to look over each other wondering just what the hell he was talking about earlier. Neither of them had a clue, but they knew they would soon find out as Rodriguez grabbed hold of both strands of lace in behind them lifting them up to their feet. Hayes was first to her feet feeling the sharp sense of pain coursing from her tits. The other ponygirl seemed to feel the same as she winced her way up to a vertical base.

They knew then where they were going as they walked best they could toward the buggy. Once they got there, they turned around as Rodriguez handed the make shift leashes to Campbell who started running them through little hooks attached to the front of the buggy for such an occasion.

"Fillies," Rodriguez said, his earlier sensibility long gone, "We're gonna go for a little ride. And of course by that I mean you'll be giving us a ride. Where? We haven't really decided yet. I just wanted to give you forewarning that since the only thing keeping you attached to the buggy is a couple of shoe laces, it'd be wise of you to remain cautious about your surroundings. Ease up on the hills and bumps because you never know when the buggy'll come crashing overtop of you and begin draggin' you by your tits. And though we all know that'll be entertaining as fuck, we also know that the buggy will come to a stop sometime. So be careful on that part."

Hayes wanted to ask just when they would be freed, but all that came out was a light whinny that only made the group laugh. The nervous man through the fillies' former clothing into the back of the buggy as Rodriguez took a seat in the front drivers' position. Grabbing hold of the laces, he looked toward the other four and smiled. Hayes then knew that her question would not only go unasked, but unanswered.

"Fillies. By the center, quick...march!"