"And no way to get any," Claire saia ominously.

Eyes wide with fright, I looked at her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Remember what Sylvia said about how Nature is unforgiving and so are we?" She said, "Well you've managed in the course of a single afternoon to lose your towel, your bathing cap, and every scrap of clothing you'd brought with you. And now you probably expect us to just give you anything we've got that might fit you. As if we'd packed tons of stuff just for this occasion! No, Honey; as far as I'm concerned, if you want any clothes, you'll have to earn them!"

Mavis looked interested.

What do you mean?". She asked.

"Just this:" Claire replied, "We all know there's a lot of unpleasant work involved in a camping trip. Well, I say we make Patty here do it. Yes, in fact she can be kind of like a Slave while we're out here, and if she does everything we say, then we'll give her some clothes.... when we go back to civilization! Otherwise, she can just cut out now, Naked!"

"Sounds like one of your ideas, Bossy," Sylvia giggled, then looked me over thoughtfully. "Of course, she is an awfully pretty picture like that! I wouldn't mind keeping our Patty nude for a day or two if it meant I could admire the scenery. Yeah, I'll go along with it!"

I shivered under the stares of the two lesbians, one dominant and predatory, the other mischievous and amused, and turned to Mavis.

"Sorry, Patty," She said before I could speak, "Majority Rules out here, and besides, I'm still a bit suspicious about that fire. As long as it's just us girls, I see no harm in having you gad about in the altogether. And it might be rather amusing to have a Slave Girl along. Yes, I'm for it!"

This seemed preposterous. I looked around at them, seeking in vain for a sympathetic eye. But all I got were amorous looks that felt like hands up and down my feminine nudity.

"Well?" Claire demanded coldly, "Are you going to cooperate with us? Or do we just leave you out here traipsing around in the buff?"

"Mmmm," Sylvia sighed, "And some buff it is, too!"

"Yes," Mavis put in, "I'm sure if you choose to reject our generous offer, you can make it back to the highway with only a little trouble. And once there, a girl dressed as you are should have little difficulty attracting attention. With all the Truck Drivers using that highway, you should get picked up in no time! Well, what's it to be, Dear?"

I tried to raise my embarassed eyes to look at them, tried to make my voice sound some protest. But it waa no use. I had no

real choice at all, and we all knew it.

Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if they had just kept me naked. I mean, even as terribly embarassed as I was, I might have gotten used to gadding about in the woods butt-nude and totally feminine. But Claire and Sylvia seemed to feel that my state needed some improvements. And after they had changed back into their hiking clothes, they set about it!

I soon learned why Sylvia referred to her friend as Kinky Claire. This lady was definitely into dealing out Bondage and Discipline! The first thing she did was hobble my ankles about eight

teen inches apart. Another cord, about twice that long, tied my wrists in front of me, which wouldn't have been too bad, except that Claire looped my wrist-cord under my ankle-cord! This meant that I could raise my hands no higher than about two feet off the ground, and then only if I kept my feet close together. I was forced to squat or bend over permanently, and when trying to walk about, I was a comic sight indeed, scampering about with my head down and ass up, particularly since Claire got the bright idea of using bandaids from the first-aid kit to tape sharp pebbles to the bottoms of my soles and heels, which forced me to get around on tip-toe!

Sylvia laughed merrily at the sight of me this way, tip-toeing about, knees-bent, ass-high, and head arched back to see in front of me, but she rang in some "improvements" of her own. She put her rubber bathing cap on me, pulling the chin-strap into my mouth and tightening it, which forced my lips back into a fixed smile. Then she picked wildflowers and just went crazy with them, making garlands to hang about my neck and waist, and little bracelets for my hampered wrists and ankles. They tickled my nipples and the insides of my thighs as I jiggled about, and fluttered brightly with each step, accentuating every hobbling, bobbling, bent-over move I made.

"My, aren't you a gay sight!" Mavis beamed when she got a look at me, "So pretty and colorful!"

"And look at the way she moves her curves in that pose!" Sylvia almost licked her lips with glee.

"Well I think those flowers make her look much too pale,' I heard Claire say behind me, "Yes, those cheeks definitely need some color!"

Hobbling around with shameful difficulty, I managed to look behind me. Claire was walking deliberately towards me, stripping the leaves from a willow switch.

She meant to spank me! I turned to Mavis, trying to speak through my chin-strapped mouth.

"Nnggaahh!" I managed, "Ddonn' lledd herr hiddd nmeee!" Mavis smiled down at me, a tender smile, full of care and reassurance. She placed two loving hands on my bare shoulders.

"Sorry, Sweets," She said brightly, "But it is Majority Rule