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Madness at Camp Red: Chapter 2

Never before had Burgdorf Shig been so terrified of those around him; it was as if he were surrounded by a small army of drunk, violent dictators who gratified every dark desire they had on each other, and moreso on those poor, tied up victims outside in the dark; maybe this is what those ancient civilizations Shig had learned about in school were like? Maybe this was closer to what hell would be like if it existed?

Slavery absolutely enabled the twisted imaginations of the monsters all those centuries ago; thankfully, Slavery is abolished, though Shig had a feeling he would have probably found himself being born under the ownership of one of these rich monsters if it wasn’t.

It came easily for Shig to imagine that the majority of these rich, fat young adults had lived lives of splendor, and pleasure, where everything they wanted - legally - could be within the palm of their hands in seconds, but it was only here, and for the next two weeks, that they could transform into monsters of pure dark, violent, mindless pleasure; that’s what ran through Burgdorf Shig’s mind more than anything: mindless pleasure.

If this was what happened every year, it was no wonder that this camp was for kids who were between the ages of eighteen to twenty, the idea of what would happen if anyone younger was let into this camp gave Shig shivers; this was most likely a camp intended to help in self-discovery, to develop who you really are and grow into yourself in time for adulthood, to cultivate vital life skills in those who were just at the perfect age to appreciate them.

‘Appreciation’ isn’t a word Shig would really use here; he sat above everyone, beside the two maddest teens he’d ever met, witnessing the most chaotic and depraved chaos he’d ever seen… it reminded him of a movie he once watched with his dad.

The mess-hall was trashed, and it turned into two different areas: the place where ‘royalty and nobility’ ate, high above the rest on stacked tables and chairs, which Shig, Bock, and Mike were allowed to eat with their confidants, then there was the ‘arena’, where the rest of the campers tormented and assaulted one another for the entertainment of the nobility.

The tables that weren’t stacked for the nobility were stacked meticulously to make an arena of sorts, though the way people were sitting on each level of tables reminded Shig of a coliseum, where at the top about 40 of the camp goers stood in a large circle (the rest were roaming about the camp, either pleasuring/fighting one another, or tormenting the poor tied up saps outside.).

Within the circle were two - surprisingly fit - camp goers, one silver wolf that goes by the name Tristain, and an Alligator named Vinny, which Shig considered to be a good, sensible pal. Both of these two ‘gladiators’ were wrestling, though no real fighting-rules were established; they were commanded to fight for the nobilities amusement, and these two had eagerly stepped into the ring.

Vinny was shy, rich, and overall one of the biggest nerds Shig had ever met! Shig considered Vinny to be one of the few guys he could trust, and confide in; the two played games together, gossiped, and really bonded, Vinny was one of the guys who offered to hang out with Shig after the summer! Vinny was the type of nerd that just -- wound up getting buff, perhaps it was genetic, and when he wasn’t at camp he wore three layers of clothing - he loved button-up shirts and khakis - by choice, and at all times. The alligator was at the butt end of a whole lot of jokes throughout the summer, it shocked Shig to see what he turned into…

Roaring, in nothing but tighty whities with a red skull painted on the crotch, Vinny charged, and swung his fist at his challenger, who ducked and kicked out the back of his knee, sending the heavy, muscle-bound nerd-gator belly first onto the ground with a loud thud!

The other fighter - Tristain - was one of Mike’s good friends; the silver wolf was swift, merciless, and creative, from what Shig had gathered over these past few months. Tristain had started a fad tonight, which most of Mike’s friends - and all the wolves - had adapted: Tristain wore nothing but his green & pink striped boxerbriefs, which he hiked up, and rolled into a thonged, tribal fundoshi; over this, he took a pair of camp provided tighty-whities, and ripped the line of cloth that went between the legs, and wore them like a primitive loin-cloth.

Most of Mike’s friends wanted to get in touch with their tribal ancestors lifestyle, and Tristain’s idea was the best out there. By tomorrow morning, Shig was sure that they’d be wearing paints.

“A-AHhh!!!” Vinny screamed and squealed.

The green scaled alligator was pinned on his belly, with Tristain sitting over his shoulder-blades. The wolf had his legs intertwined with Vinny’s, and forced the poor nerd-gator to get into a humiliating ass-up-face-down position, with his legs spread wide for the whole circle of campers to see!

Naturally, Vinny tried to hide his shame by tucking his thick tail between his legs, but Tristain held it back with one arm, and tugged upwards on the underwear the gator was wearing to give the nobility and camp-goers a good show! Surely this was painful for Vinny, Shig winced for him, and crossed his own scaled legs from sympathy pain.

Bock - who wore an oversized councilors coat as a trophy - spit his soda out and barked in laughter from the display. He clapped and shouted: “Good show! Good show!” out to his warriors.

Mike was dressed in similar tribal garb, like Tristain and his wolves, except he wore a necklace of silverware - like spoons and forks - with a supervisor's shirt tied around his neck like a kings cape from some ancient tribal civilization (Shig only caught a glance, but he was pretty sure there was an actual male thong underneath his loincloth!). Mike gave an approving nod, and looked to one of the wolves at the top of the big circular, table-made coliseum, one of the few audience members at the top row of tables, who grabbed a big bucket of water and ice.

Shig himself just wore a regular white undershirt with shorts - he chose to indulge himself secretly, by wearing a pair of panties underneath - and like the other two ‘leaders’, he wore a camp Supervisor’s shirt, but he just tied the sleeves around his waist, in attempt to be as normal as possible, and also to reduce the chances of his crossdressing-secret getting exposed.

Seeing his friend get humiliated and tormented wasn’t pleasing, but Vinny brought it upon himself…

As Vinny cried out and squirmed under the tight lock that Tristain had on him, the tribal wolf with the bucket hoped down, came over, and threw the ice-water contents at Vinny’s exposed and wedgied crotch!

A loud chorus of high-pitched squealing and shrieks came from Vinny, as he tried to thrash free, or at least cover himself! He was shivering from the cold, Shig couldn’t even imagine what Vinny’s lower half felt like… the white fabric that covered him turned see-through, and the entire crowd cheered with laughter as the green alligator's privates became visible.

Tristain had his fun, and gave a few strong pulls to the briefs, before he ripped them off the Alligator and let him go. Vinny just layed on his belly, covering himself and groaning, while Tristain put a foot on his back, and held the undies up victoriously!

After some cheering, Tristain kicked Vinny just under the ribs, and promptly made the poor gator run out of the mess-hall naked, where Shig figured he went back to his cabin.

The night was filled with festivities like this, shameless indulgence and violence… it was like everyone was drugged, it was a mystery to Shig how he didn’t lose his mind like all the others around him; sure, Shig had urges, the thought of going mad like his friends crossed his mind several times, but the discipline and self-control that naturally came to him just wouldn’t allow it!

There was a call in the back of Shig’s mind, though… a very primal call, his instincts that had been nailed into his brain’s wiring, from back when his kind roamed across great deserts, and hunted from morning to sunset… the free feeling of sand gliding across their scales, the thrill of the hunt…

Shig took a sip of his diet soda, and pinched the base of his snout. He shook his head, and closed his eyes, only for a moment.

When morning came, Shig was one of the first few to awake… everyone slept in, since there were no supervisors to wake them up, though Shig was a natural early bird. Bock fell asleep at the high table with him, though Mike was unaccounted for. In the mess-hall, one would think that there was a massacre, over sixty of the camp goers here had fallen asleep atop or next to one another, cuddling, spooning, wrestling, it was like there was a huge carpet made up of different furs, feathers, scales, and cloth.

Shig did his best to carefully step through the passed out layer of camp goers, without waking anyone up, and eventually got outside for a breath of fresh air. It was brisk, because of the nearby lake, the air was clean, and cold, it felt as though it stripped the filth of last night off him.

Alone, Shig wandered over to the tied up camp supervisors and their mummified assistants… it was a wonder that any of the supervisors got sleep, dangling their from their underwear like that must have been agony… he pitied them, but from one of the small, twisted corners of his heart, he envied them…

Shig walked over to one of the teen assistants that he was familiar with, a petite owl that was duck-taped head-to-toe, with the exception of his tighty-whitie clad mid-section. The owl appeared to be asleep, when Shig kneeled down beside him, and put a hand on his exposed belly. From the way he was sleeping, and from the redness, it was clear this owl had recieved a pretty intense spanking not too long ago.

“Nnfh!” the owl exclaimed, his beak was gagged, and left revealed so he could be given water, though his ears and eyes were covered. Several helpless whines and gasps came from the owl, as Shig moved his scaled hand up and down that feathered belly, and soon found itself at his exposed groin.

What Shig did… was hardly cruel, though he would never share it with anyone, ever. He was sure that the owl didn’t make a mess all over himself, and took out his gag to give him water afterwards, before re-gagging him, and leaving him there in the open. In all honestly, Shig was probably the nicest one to visit any of the supervisors, some of them looked in bad shape, Richie - who was currently sleeping in the dirt - had a lot to keep up with, but he seemed to be doing his best at keeping them all in good shape, it probably wasn’t hard to keep the assistants all presentable, at least, considering most of them were just wiggling masses of ducktape and undies, and will be for two whole weeks.

The supervisors in Camp Blue should be gone by now, which meant that the teens there would start planning for the game… gods help them, should Bock and Mike come out of this victorious.

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Bock’s cabin had become the HQ of the war-effort in Camp Red, and that’s where Shig, Mike, Bock, and all of their advisors stood over a table with a map that was taken from the supervisor’s den. Shig had never been much of a strategist, however Bock seemed to favor playing Strategy & war Video Games similar to this, and had quite the vocabulary on him.

It seemed that Bock and Mike had very different --- aesthetic and tactical preferences; Bock favored a tight-knit group of paintball-gun toting soldiers, whereas Mike preferred a pack of hunters wielding sticks and rope. The two had gone at each other for hours, until Shig butted in as a mediator, and convinced them to try and work together, on the first mission, at least.

Said mission was a recon/counter-recon type of thing on the other camp, “before we can be offensive, we need a good defense.”, Bock said, which made sense to Shig, who hoped that Camp Blue hadn’t gone as insane as Camp Red, but who knows, it was filled with spoiled rich kids too, most likely.

They needed to find out everything they could about the enemy, their leaders, their defenses, the state of the camp, any piece of information would help, being well informed is half the battle, and all that.

Bock had all his and Shig’s followers armed with paintball-Rifles, though Bock and Shig took paintball-pistols themselves because ‘it’s what generals do’. Mike’s ‘pack’ refused, and took hand-to-hand typed of weapons, a real wild bunch, and they weren’t even all wolves! Vinny had apparently joined Mike and his friends, and was running around wearing that ridiculous Savage getup; though admittedly, Vinny certainly had the body to pull it off...

Shig couldn’t help but take a peek at those barely hidden Alligator glutes whenever he had the chance… maybe he’d pursue his interests in Vinny when this was all over, he always liked other reptiles over those furred and feathered kind; he wouldn’t mind a strong, savage Alligator dragging him off to the bedroom...

The woods were dense, hilled, and a real monster to navigate, thankfully, all the recon-team had to do was keep the lake in sight, and keep going straight, since the other camp was just opposite them. Mike was tasked with getting an able Recon-Team together, and so he got Vinny, Tristain, and a bunch of other pack members to go out and survey the enemy, while Some of Bock’s & Shig’s men were setting up a perimeter around Camp Red, and building a healthy amount of traps to catch and alert the camp if there were enemy scouts around.

Bock wanted to make sure their men didn’t slack off, so he made Shig go out and ensure that they made a good perimeter -- which Shig didn’t mind, keeping Bock and Mike away from each other’s throats was exhausting, and started to give Shig a headache.

Camp Blue could attack from either the East or West, both were from the woods, and flanking behind them would be idiotic, they’d have no cover because of the cleared forest that made a road. With this knowledge, the team of young engineers built traps all through the forest around Camp Red, only leaving the lake and the road as their safe sides, thought the traps didn’t feel necessary to Shig, it was unlikely that Camp Blue would be the offensive army here, Bock was one hell of an aggressive badger.

The traps set up around the perimeter were way more elaborate than what Shig was expecting; there was a fair amount of well educated Camp Red members, some of which really surprised Shig by how --- barbaric they’ve become! Being rich, they could do whatever extracurricular activities they wanted; fencing, computer programming, engineering, archery, horseback-riding, you name it, some kid has done it, not to mention that these guys have been to the most prestigious, expensive schools there are! Perhaps the uniforms they make these kids wear are so tight and stiff that when they’re stripped of them, they become formless animals? Beasts that can only be tamed by being crammed back into a tie & khakis? Those were questions for someone smarter than Shig, he just wanted to protect himself from whatever the heck was stewing at Camp Blue.

Several times throughout his summer, Shig had felt appreciative of his not-so-rich family, he got to enjoy the little things and such… maybe that’s why he wasn’t as insane as many of the other camp goers? The way he was raised? He’d felt struggle, and he knew what it was like to constantly get the ugly end of the stick, whereas most of these maniacs had lived in a silver-spoon.

All this contemplation just made Shig’s headache worse, his primary goal here was to survive with his dignity intact, which meant that he couldn’t allow himself to be chained up and paraded around practically naked, like Richie; unfortunately for Shig, he couldn’t lay low, he was at the top of the pyramid, so he would have to make tactical decisions to survive, smart ones, for himself, and his small enclave of relatively normal camp goers.

Almost the entire day has passed, and Mike’s scout team hasn’t returned yet… had they gotten lost? Or had the enemy at the other camp captured them?

The sky was turning from blue to purple, with ripples of orange in the distance, and the chirping of birds in the forest was replaced with the clicking of bugs, all around them, in the rustling trees. Shig was walking across the barren camp grounds - past the bound supervisors & assistants - to voice his concern about the scout party to his fellow leaders. He stopped, and looked at all the supervisors; it was almost a little disturbing to him, to see these adults give in to their situation, their torment, and submit; they struggled, moaned & groaned for quite a while, they attempted to escape whenever they could at first, but now, they only squirmed when the wedgies they endured were too much not to, and hardly made a peep: they looked broken.

As his eyes started to drift, he saw a fire at the other end of the lake, it looked as if Camp Blue was hosting a bonfire of some sort! Curious to see what the members at Camp Blue looked like, Shig walked over to the dock near the beach part of the camp, and got a telescope out from the equipment shed. He set the tripod down, and aimed it right at the center of the camp, where they were hosting the bonfire.

“H-Hey!” Shig shouted, moments after he looked through telescope, his scaled forehead scrunched in concern.

A bear wearing only shorts and neon warpaint heard Shig’s call. This bear wasn’t one of Shig’s friends, the two hardly spoke, and only exchanged looks over the duration of the summer; he was burly, covered in black fur that made the green paint vibrant in contrast, and had two vicious brown eyes (his dad was probably some terribly successful business tycoon). The bear smacked the outer-thigh of a councilor while he passed by, who ushered out a surprised reactionary yelp.

“Get Bock and Mike, now!” Shig commanded the bear, fearless to the bears intimidating stature.

Within moments, a large crowd of campers had formed around the telescope, and another one was brought over for Mike, since it concerned him more than anyone.

It appeared that Mike’s elite team had been caught, they were all on their knees, with the bonfire to their backs. Whoever tied Mike’s pack-members together was a master, their hands were bound behind their backs, connected to their feet; they seemed to hardly be able to squirm. The entirety of Camp Blue was visible around them, they were all brought out for the special occasion; Shig was surprised at how… normal they looked!

There weren’t any half-naked members on the enemy team, no savages or primitively dressed teens… they looked the way Camp Red did, before they turned on the councilors! Surely the few Blue members who had binoculars were shocked at what they saw, which was good… Shig also got a good look at their enemy leader, and once he noticed them, he let Bock have a look through the telescope.

Camp Blue didn’t have the same ‘society’ as Camp Red did; there was one clear leader, a pyramid-system, a monarchy, as opposed to Camp Red’s poorly working coalition-type of government.

The leader of Camp Blue was a … Corgie…

With mostly white fur, a messy head of auburn hair, and an orange tail, this Corgie stood in front of the bound Recon team, proudly & confidently holding a blue flag in one hand. A tight, faux leather cap sat on his head, with a similar intimidating leather jacket, boots, torn jeans, and a black shirt that had a skull & crossbones.

How could Shig tell this was the leader? Well, he was flanked by two equally individual camp-goers; one was a tall, muscular orange lizard, with a spiked faux leather jacket, and a red mowhawk, Shig figured he was probably an enforcer, or maybe even a general to the Blue Camp’s forces. On the opposite side of the Corgie stood a deer, dressed in a sweatervest and tight purple jeans, with a big head of black hair; this one looked weak, but smart, perhaps a strategist, or a confidant…?

It didn’t matter what system the enemy team had, all that mattered - truly - to Shig, was the stupid, bound Alligator, Vinny, who was in front of all of them… if only he didn’t give in to temptation, and stayed where he belonged.

Once the enemy Camp knew they had their attention, the Corgie put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

On command, a couple Camp Blue members came from the sidelines, all holding buckets, and got in a line. As some sort of strange… humiliation tactic, they all threw buckets of paint at them, then ice-water to wash most of it away. There were about ten buckets total, and by the end of it all five of Mike’s ‘pack’ members - including Vinny - were all shivering and dripping.

That wasn’t the end of the display, however. All of the Camp Blue members, along with the Corgie, all picked up paintball-gun rifles, and circled around the bound teens. The Corgie shouted something, and then they all opened fire!

Gods it was horrific, Shig swore he could hear the screams across the lake, all six of them were assaulted at close-range with volley after volley of paintball-rounds. After a good while, they stopped, and the Corgie cut Vinny free, who collapsed and curled into a ball instantly.

The muscular, mowhawked lizard walked over to Vinny, grabbed onto the self-made fundoshi he was wearing, and picked the poor lizard up by it! It was hard to hear because of the distance, but Vinny was squealing and screaming a whole lot. Eventually, the lizard took Vinny by the neck, and pulled the Fundoshi down, and let it flop on the ground… Shig was sure to get an eye-full of the Alligator's exposed… region, before the Lizard chucked Vinny into the lake, and dusted off his hands.

Vinny made a big splash in the water, and Shig worried for a moment that he was so beaten and exhausted, that he’d just drown! Thankfully, however, Shig saw Vinny meekly returning to the camp, swimming to them with ease, he was an Alligator, after all.

Once Vinny was in the water, the show had ended, Camp Blue members began to dissipate, and the Corgie walked off with his two followers close behind. They took the tied up prisoners away, but left one out there, seemingly unsupervised.

“It’s bait...” Bock said firmly, before he pulled away from the telescope, “They want us to go over and save them.”

“Good! I hope they’re ready to be torn to SHREDS!” Mike snarled, just before throwing the pair of binoculars he had to the ground.

“We’re charging in there, full force! I wana make that runt BEG for mercy!” Mike continued to rage as he paced, he looked like he wanted to hit something.
“If we charge, they’ll be waiting for us. It’s. A. Trap!” Bock responded to Mike, his voice was still firm and sure.

Just then, Vinny swam to shore, naked as the day he was born, covered in bruises and dripping with water; most of the paint seemed to wash off during the quick swim.

Mike found something to hit, and he went for it. A fist crashed into Vinny’s gut, which made the poor Alligator wheeze out, and collapse onto a knee. Mike was standing over him.

“H-Hey!” Shig called out, and rushed over to get between Mike and Vinny, “It could be a trap, it could be nothing! Maybe, just maybe, they WANT us to fight each other like this!”

Shig didn’t know what the hell was going on in the enemies heads, all he knew is that he didn’t want Vinny to take any more hits.

“We can talk about this, thoroughly, in Bock’s cabin!” Shig said in the calmest voice he could muster, and eyed Mike, which seemed to quell the beast.

Bock signaled for Mike and Shig to follow, but Shig declined and chose to help Vinny to his cabin first.

When Shig walked into Bock’s cabin, he was horrified at what he was met with, plans of torture, beating, really REALLY dark stuff, and it was all coming from Mike, who was focusing his rage entirely on the enemy team.

“We can’t… do that, but we can meet you half-way,” Bock responded to Mike carefully, who proposed something a little too barbaric for Bock’s taste, “We both agree that we need to intimidate them, what they did out there just now was a display of power, pride… we need to show our ruthlessness-”

“Scare em so bad they’ll be wetting their beds just thinking about us?” Mike cut Bock off, clawing into the table he was sitting at; he wanted revenge, that was clear, and understandable. Mike was a wild animal now, and only something very severe would appease him.

After a good hour of talk, they all agreed on a plan, one that Bock constructed, and surprised Shig with how intricate it was. Mike agreed, and stormed out after Bock make him promise not to do anything stupid.

It became clear to Bock that Mike wasn’t someone he could trust; he asked Shig that if he were forced to choose between Mike and Bock, which side he’d land on, and truthfully, Shig admitted his fealty to Bock.

Mike was someone Bock couldn’t control, if things escalated; he was a threat, one that had to be dealt with before an all-out civil war broke out, and so, he discussed another plan with Shig, one Shig had no choice but to agree to.

But first things first, they needed revenge, to scare Camp Blue, and to do that, they needed Camp Blue members under their custody. Surely, the woods were loaded with enemy scouts, just waiting to spot someone, and dash back to Camp Blue to warn them; the woods were like a tree, filled with apples… just waiting to have them plucked.

This time Shig was in charge of the operation, since he had the best swimmers following him. He put together a team of three good men, all of them were reptilian, and experienced swimmers. He gave each of them a blue bandanna to wear around their necks, some rope, and a speedo.

The plan was that the three of them were to swim to the enemy side of the lake, then enter the woods from the Blue Camp’s end. They’ll be behind all of the enemy scouts, and will have them by surprise! All they have to do is snatch two or three scouts, drag them through the woods back to home base, and then the rest is history.

Shig had his men wait until the dead of night, when it was nearly impossible for them to see across the lake, then had them swim across the whole body of water.

The rest was in their hands, Shig was no good swimmer, he’d just slow them down, not to mention he’d never even be able to pull off a mission like that. All he could do now was wait.

Within an hour, rustling could be heard at the western tree-line, and out came six figures, the three speedo wearing lizards, with a cat, a lion, and a beagle; all three were dressed in camo, and were bound at the wrists, being led along like dogs on a leash by rope.

It was one of Mike’s guys who spotted them, and quickly ran back to tell the leaders that the mission was a success!

While Shig’s men were out, Bock’s, Mike’s, and the rest of Shig’s men were all building a huge half-square wall out of firewood, which was about seven feet tall, and ten feet wide; it was located near the water, for Camp Blue to see.

As the giant wall of Firewood was being made, the three captives were all stripped down to their underwear; the cat had on a pair of white boxerbriefs, the lion wore a blue jockstrap, and the beagle --- had on what looked to be kids briefs! It got a few chuckles out of the men who were handling him, he had on white briefs with all sorts of sports equipment and balls on it, with the occasional star.

Once the guys had their fun, they tied the three to a VERY long piece of wood, sturdy enough to hold all of them, but with a little something one of the engineer specialists under Bock had added. All three of the stripped enemies had their hands and feet bound behind the wooden pole, so that their bodies hung off, rendering them completely helpless.

As the campers at Camp Red waited for the darkest of night to approach, Mike and his pack partied harder than they did the other night, dancing and celebrating, while everyone else watched and enjoyed the day. The three captives were protected, though they were also painted from head-to-toe in tribal-esque design, mostly with immaculate colors like pink, yellow, or baby-blue; Shig thought they looked like offerings, sacrifices.

Eventually, the sun went down, the stars came out, and Bock walked from his cabin to the dock with some fire-works rockets under his armpit.

“Everyone!” Bock called out while he strided, confidently, “It’s time! Get the gas and circle around the bonfire!”

The chubby badger pulled out a match from his pocket, lit it, and ignited the fuse to a red-striped firework-rocket. He placed it on a tripod, and let it shoot up into the sky, where it raced up, disappeared for a few moments, then exploded in a dazzling show of red sparkles.

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It had been a long day of running drills, barking orders, and showing off knot-tying techniques; Mark, Camp Blue’s elected Corgie leader, had finally gotten a chance to retire to his cabin, where he could take off his shoes, and rest his aching body, for at least a couple hours.

Killian - Mark’s Commander of troops - had offered to take over for the rest of the night so he could get some shut-eye; strong, intimidating, and brave, Mark knew he’d choose Killian to be his second in command the moment he was sworn in to lead, and dammit he didn’t disappoint one bit.
Naturally, Mark was given the Camp-Supervisors cabin once they left, it was the nicest, largest one there, though it was hardly empty… Mark had allowed his cabin to be used as the prison as well, his… personal prison.

The Camp Red members who weren’t released were kept here, bound in just their undies in various positions, and with knots Mark himself had made. Ever since he was a pup, Mark found himself fascinated with the idea of bondage, both the emotional, mental, and physical impacts of it, it was all so… erotic.

The corners of Mark’s snout raised to form a grin, as he took his boots off and set them down on a prisoner who was tied down with his hands & feet on the ground, and his belly pointed up which allowed him to act as a table. Mark’s jacket & hat were hung up on a prisoner that was tied into a coat-rack. Mark walked around the corner to his bedroom, where he smacked the ass of a wolf prisoner who was hanging from the ceiling upside down in his boxers. A bear captive looked in terror as Mark approached him; whenever Mark had a moment to himself, he would take a feather from the bedstand, and dance it across the bears exposed body, making him laugh so hard he’d cry, kick, and dance around helplessly in hopes that it’d stop.

Tickling was never one of Mark’s interest, but… it was amusing to watch some giant, chubby bound bear dance around like that, especially when he tied in specifically cruel crotch-ropes that chafed and dug into the guy more & more with each squirm.

Mark had the feather in his hand, and brought it towards the bears neck, a particularly sensitive spot. The bear closed his eyes and looked away, his whole body tensed & trembled; quiet gagged groans and sobbing were all Mark could hear, but when the feather was a mere centimeter away from making contact with the bear, a sudden set of meek, stressed knocks sounded from the front door.

“Shit…” Mark sighed out in a breath, before he set the feather down, and patted the bears belly, “Another time, friend.” he said to the bear with a wink, before he hurried to the door, snatching his coat, boots, and hat on the way there through the cabin.

Only one camper in all of camp blue would be ballsy enough to knock on Mark’s door, but somehow be shy enough to not commit to it all the way; Mark’s sole tactical and political advisor, Alexis.

Mark opened the door to see an incredibly nervous, shaking deer on the other side; dressed in his sweater-vest and purple pants, the deer looked to Mark with what parts of his eyes weren’t covered by his sweat-matted hair; it was clear this deer had spent far too many hours working without rest.

“Ch-Chief!” Alexis stuttered out, ‘Chief’ is what Alexis and most of the other important members of Mark’s little society called him, “We, uh… w-we got a problem that you really need to see…”

Mark had a hunch at what the problem may be; three of his perimeter guard didn’t report in, and were seen across the lake… they were tied to a huge spit, like a bunch of pigs ready to be roasted… secretly, Mark had been looking across the lake at them periodically, wishing he was involved in that, it would have been the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed, if it wasn’t his men up there, men he’d swore to protect…

“Th-They shot up some fireworks, it’s got everyone's attention! They’re putting gasoline on the wood, they’re - they’re going too far! We have to send someone to stop them!” Alexis practically barked out at Mark, it was clear he was worried for the safety of those campers, he’d always been a bit of a soft one, he was caring whereas Killian was crass.

“They’re probably pulling the same kinda stunt we did…” Killing grumbled, the large rocker-lizard approached from behind them with crossed arms, his eyes focused across the lake at the bonfire, “I could mobilize a force to go get em, but it’s probably a trap, and if it isn’t… they got their whole camp there, watching and howling like a bunch of…”

“Savages.” Mark finished Killian’s thought as he peered at them through binoculars; it was difficult to figure out what the structure was like over there, they had campers who were dressed regularly mixed in with almost naked ones! Not to mention the things they did to their supervisors and some of their own, even! How they haven’t torn each other apart yet was a mystery to Mark.

“Hmf…” Killian grunted, “If we go over there to save em now, it’d be the only fight we’d ever see, it’d be win or lose tonight, I’d need everyone for it, and charging in there…” he shook his head, “I don’t like our odds.”

“W-Well he have to do something either way!” Alexis shouted at Mark in a hushed voice, most of Camp Blue was out, watching in horror from across the lake, “You’re going to be blamed for this one way or another, and - and if they’re really doing what they look to be doing, everyone is going to be SCARED out of their minds!”

Mark thought for a moment, and just looked the whole scene over again. He couldn’t help but lick his lips, he felt himself straining against his pants at the sight.

Before Mark could even respond, however, the bonfire wall caught flame! Hundreds of voices all gasped at once as the lake reflected the brilliant yellow & orange flames that burned in the darkness. Anyone who had a telescope, or a pair of binoculars had them to their face, and were staring with pale faced, horrified expressions.

Mark saw the wide-eyed, terror-struck faces on all three of the captives, one was a dog in kids undies that he knew was named Harvey, though the other two Mark was drawing a blank on. The three of them squirmed and thrashed around on the spit, before the flames climbed up to the top. All three were gagged, but they looked like they were screaming, they were all jerking their bodies up and attempting to escape what looked to be an incredibly painful situation!

The fire climbed high enough that it passed all of the bound campers bellies, and it seemed that the spit itself caught fire, because it broke in the middle, making all three fall down into the bonfire, and erupt flames into the sky!

Some Camp Blue members turned away, some threw up, a fair few cried, but everyone was terrified. The Camp Red members were all cheering and singing, dancing around the fire like a bunch of zealots.

Mark couldn’t say a word, nothing came to mind, and he felt himself go limp between the legs. Alexis ran away when the fires started, not wanting to know what happened, and Killian was one of the few that threw up.

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The fires raged for a few hours, until the large half-square of logs were reduced to ashes & coals. A majority of the Camp Red goers had all gone to bed and passed out, with the exception of a good thirty that were chosen to stay awake to guard.

Bock and Shig walked over to what remained of the once large bonfire; behind the half-square were the three un-burned Camp Blue prisoners, as well as two very strong Camp Red members, all of them in a ditch that was dug out to conceal them.

It was an ingenious, and cruel planr; they built the bonfire AROUND the three prisoners, so it looked as if they were being roasted over a bonfire. When the flames got up high, a mixture of fear of the actual flames, as well as a series of jabs to the belly & crotch from sharp, long sticks that the two Camp Red goers had beneath them. One of Bock’s men rigged the spit to break once the two Camp-Red members in the middle let go of a rope, and once they did, they caught the three, pinned them, and the five all put on a fire-proof blanket over themselves. Shig poured gasoline on the bonfire from the back when the three campers fell to make it LOOK like they fell into the fire.

As Shig saw the five campers get out from the ditch, he had to wonder what they did under that blanket the whole time… surely, judging by the faces on the three prisoners, and by the fact that the underwear they were all wearing had ‘mysteriously’ vanished, something had to happen… perhaps he’d ask later, just to satiate his own curiosity.

The fire had faded, Camp Red was dark, and it was safe to get the prisoners back into a cabin to be held there until they won. Camp Blue thought they were dealing with murderous monsters, they were all so scared the camp probably collectively wet-the-bed, and not a single person got hurt too badly… Shig would call today a victory.

With all that dirty business out of the way, Bock invited Shig to a private meeting, just between the two of them. He brought the lizard to his bedroom, where he pulled out a chair, and sat down to face Shig.

“Okay, Shig…” Bock started, with his hands held in his lap, “Now let’s talk about how exactly we’re going to get rid of Mike, and his pack….”

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Madness at Camp Red: Chapter 2

Never before had Burgdorf Shig been so terrified of those around him; it was as if he were surrounded by a small army of drunk, violent dictators who gratified every dark desire they had on each other, and moreso on those poor, tied up victims outside in the dark; maybe this is what those ancient civilizations Shig had learned about in school were like? Maybe this was closer to what hell would be like if it existed?

Slavery absolutely enabled the twisted imaginations of the monsters all those centuries ago; thankfully, Slavery is abolished, though Shig had a feeling he would have probably found himself being born under the ownership of one of these rich monsters if it wasn’t.

It came easily for Shig to imagine that the majority of these rich, fat young adults had lived lives of splendor, and pleasure, where everything they wanted - legally - could be within the palm of their hands in seconds, but it was only here, and for the next two weeks, that they could transform into monsters of pure dark, violent, mindless pleasure; that’s what ran through Burgdorf Shig’s mind more than anything: mindless pleasure.

If this was what happened every year, it was no wonder that this camp was for kids who were between the ages of eighteen to twenty, the idea of what would happen if anyone younger was let into this camp gave Shig shivers; this was most likely a camp intended to help in self-discovery, to develop who you really are and grow into yourself in time for adulthood, to cultivate vital life skills in those who were just at the perfect age to appreciate them.

‘Appreciation’ isn’t a word Shig would really use here; he sat above everyone, beside the two maddest teens he’d ever met, witnessing the most chaotic and depraved chaos he’d ever seen… it reminded him of a movie he once watched with his dad.

The mess-hall was trashed, and it turned into two different areas: the place where ‘royalty and nobility’ ate, high above the rest on stacked tables and chairs, which Shig, Bock, and Mike were allowed to eat with their confidants, then there was the ‘arena’, where the rest of the campers tormented and assaulted one another for the entertainment of the nobility.

The tables that weren’t stacked for the nobility were stacked meticulously to make an arena of sorts, though the way people were sitting on each level of tables reminded Shig of a coliseum, where at the top about 40 of the camp goers stood in a large circle (the rest were roaming about the camp, either pleasuring/fighting one another, or tormenting the poor tied up saps outside.).

Within the circle were two - surprisingly fit - camp goers, one silver wolf that goes by the name Tristain, and an Alligator named Vinny, which Shig considered to be a good, sensible pal. Both of these two ‘gladiators’ were wrestling, though no real fighting-rules were established; they were commanded to fight for the nobilities amusement, and these two had eagerly stepped into the ring.

Vinny was shy, rich, and overall one of the biggest nerds Shig had ever met! Shig considered Vinny to be one of the few guys he could trust, and confide in; the two played games together, gossiped, and really bonded, Vinny was one of the guys who offered to hang out with Shig after the summer! Vinny was the type of nerd that just -- wound up getting buff, perhaps it was genetic, and when he wasn’t at camp he wore three layers of clothing - he loved button-up shirts and khakis - by choice, and at all times. The alligator was at the butt end of a whole lot of jokes throughout the summer, it shocked Shig to see what he turned into…

Roaring, in nothing but tighty whities with a red skull painted on the crotch, Vinny charged, and swung his fist at his challenger, who ducked and kicked out the back of his knee, sending the heavy, muscle-bound nerd-gator belly first onto the ground with a loud thud!

The other fighter - Tristain - was one of Mike’s good friends; the silver wolf was swift, merciless, and creative, from what Shig had gathered over these past few months. Tristain had started a fad tonight, which most of Mike’s friends - and all the wolves - had adapted: Tristain wore nothing but his green & pink striped boxerbriefs, which he hiked up, and rolled into a thonged, tribal fundoshi; over this, he took a pair of camp provided tighty-whities, and ripped the line of cloth that went between the legs, and wore them like a primitive loin-cloth.

Most of Mike’s friends wanted to get in touch with their tribal ancestors lifestyle, and Tristain’s idea was the best out there. By tomorrow morning, Shig was sure that they’d be wearing paints.

“A-AHhh!!!” Vinny screamed and squealed.

The green scaled alligator was pinned on his belly, with Tristain sitting over his shoulder-blades. The wolf had his legs intertwined with Vinny’s, and forced the poor nerd-gator to get into a humiliating ass-up-face-down position, with his legs spread wide for the whole circle of campers to see!

Naturally, Vinny tried to hide his shame by tucking his thick tail between his legs, but Tristain held it back with one arm, and tugged upwards on the underwear the gator was wearing to give the nobility and camp-goers a good show! Surely this was painful for Vinny, Shig winced for him, and crossed his own scaled legs from sympathy pain.

Bock - who wore an oversized councilors coat as a trophy - spit his soda out and barked in laughter from the display. He clapped and shouted: “Good show! Good show!” out to his warriors.

Mike was dressed in similar tribal garb, like Tristain and his wolves, except he wore a necklace of silverware - like spoons and forks - with a supervisor's shirt tied around his neck like a kings cape from some ancient tribal civilization (Shig only caught a glance, but he was pretty sure there was an actual male thong underneath his loincloth!). Mike gave an approving nod, and looked to one of the wolves at the top of the big circular, table-made coliseum, one of the few audience members at the top row of tables, who grabbed a big bucket of water and ice.

Shig himself just wore a regular white undershirt with shorts - he chose to indulge himself secretly, by wearing a pair of panties underneath - and like the other two ‘leaders’, he wore a camp Supervisor’s shirt, but he just tied the sleeves around his waist, in attempt to be as normal as possible, and also to reduce the chances of his crossdressing-secret getting exposed.

Seeing his friend get humiliated and tormented wasn’t pleasing, but Vinny brought it upon himself…

As Vinny cried out and squirmed under the tight lock that Tristain had on him, the tribal wolf with the bucket hoped down, came over, and threw the ice-water contents at Vinny’s exposed and wedgied crotch!

A loud chorus of high-pitched squealing and shrieks came from Vinny, as he tried to thrash free, or at least cover himself! He was shivering from the cold, Shig couldn’t even imagine what Vinny’s lower half felt like… the white fabric that covered him turned see-through, and the entire crowd cheered with laughter as the green alligator's privates became visible.

Tristain had his fun, and gave a few strong pulls to the briefs, before he ripped them off the Alligator and let him go. Vinny just layed on his belly, covering himself and groaning, while Tristain put a foot on his back, and held the undies up victoriously!

After some cheering, Tristain kicked Vinny just under the ribs, and promptly made the poor gator run out of the mess-hall naked, where Shig figured he went back to his cabin.

The night was filled with festivities like this, shameless indulgence and violence… it was like everyone was drugged, it was a mystery to Shig how he didn’t lose his mind like all the others around him; sure, Shig had urges, the thought of going mad like his friends crossed his mind several times, but the discipline and self-control that naturally came to him just wouldn’t allow it!

There was a call in the back of Shig’s mind, though… a very primal call, his instincts that had been nailed into his brain’s wiring, from back when his kind roamed across great deserts, and hunted from morning to sunset… the free feeling of sand gliding across their scales, the thrill of the hunt…

Shig took a sip of his diet soda, and pinched the base of his snout. He shook his head, and closed his eyes, only for a moment.

When morning came, Shig was one of the first few to awake… everyone slept in, since there were no supervisors to wake them up, though Shig was a natural early bird. Bock fell asleep at the high table with him, though Mike was unaccounted for. In the mess-hall, one would think that there was a massacre, over sixty of the camp goers here had fallen asleep atop or next to one another, cuddling, spooning, wrestling, it was like there was a huge carpet made up of different furs, feathers, scales, and cloth.

Shig did his best to carefully step through the passed out layer of camp goers, without waking anyone up, and eventually got outside for a breath of fresh air. It was brisk, because of the nearby lake, the air was clean, and cold, it felt as though it stripped the filth of last night off him.

Alone, Shig wandered over to the tied up camp supervisors and their mummified assistants… it was a wonder that any of the supervisors got sleep, dangling their from their underwear like that must have been agony… he pitied them, but from one of the small, twisted corners of his heart, he envied them…

Shig walked over to one of the teen assistants that he was familiar with, a petite owl that was duck-taped head-to-toe, with the exception of his tighty-whitie clad mid-section. The owl appeared to be asleep, when Shig kneeled down beside him, and put a hand on his exposed belly. From the way he was sleeping, and from the redness, it was clear this owl had recieved a pretty intense spanking not too long ago.

“Nnfh!” the owl exclaimed, his beak was gagged, and left revealed so he could be given water, though his ears and eyes were covered. Several helpless whines and gasps came from the owl, as Shig moved his scaled hand up and down that feathered belly, and soon found itself at his exposed groin.

What Shig did… was hardly cruel, though he would never share it with anyone, ever. He was sure that the owl didn’t make a mess all over himself, and took out his gag to give him water afterwards, before re-gagging him, and leaving him there in the open. In all honestly, Shig was probably the nicest one to visit any of the supervisors, some of them looked in bad shape, Richie - who was currently sleeping in the dirt - had a lot to keep up with, but he seemed to be doing his best at keeping them all in good shape, it probably wasn’t hard to keep the assistants all presentable, at least, considering most of them were just wiggling masses of ducktape and undies, and will be for two whole weeks.

The supervisors in Camp Blue should be gone by now, which meant that the teens there would start planning for the game… gods help them, should Bock and Mike come out of this victorious.

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Bock’s cabin had become the HQ of the war-effort in Camp Red, and that’s where Shig, Mike, Bock, and all of their advisors stood over a table with a map that was taken from the supervisor’s den. Shig had never been much of a strategist, however Bock seemed to favor playing Strategy & war Video Games similar to this, and had quite the vocabulary on him.

It seemed that Bock and Mike had very different --- aesthetic and tactical preferences; Bock favored a tight-knit group of paintball-gun toting soldiers, whereas Mike preferred a pack of hunters wielding sticks and rope. The two had gone at each other for hours, until Shig butted in as a mediator, and convinced them to try and work together, on the first mission, at least.

Said mission was a recon/counter-recon type of thing on the other camp, “before we can be offensive, we need a good defense.”, Bock said, which made sense to Shig, who hoped that Camp Blue hadn’t gone as insane as Camp Red, but who knows, it was filled with spoiled rich kids too, most likely.

They needed to find out everything they could about the enemy, their leaders, their defenses, the state of the camp, any piece of information would help, being well informed is half the battle, and all that.

Bock had all his and Shig’s followers armed with paintball-Rifles, though Bock and Shig took paintball-pistols themselves because ‘it’s what generals do’. Mike’s ‘pack’ refused, and took hand-to-hand typed of weapons, a real wild bunch, and they weren’t even all wolves! Vinny had apparently joined Mike and his friends, and was running around wearing that ridiculous Savage getup; though admittedly, Vinny certainly had the body to pull it off...

Shig couldn’t help but take a peek at those barely hidden Alligator glutes whenever he had the chance… maybe he’d pursue his interests in Vinny when this was all over, he always liked other reptiles over those furred and feathered kind; he wouldn’t mind a strong, savage Alligator dragging him off to the bedroom...

The woods were dense, hilled, and a real monster to navigate, thankfully, all the recon-team had to do was keep the lake in sight, and keep going straight, since the other camp was just opposite them. Mike was tasked with getting an able Recon-Team together, and so he got Vinny, Tristain, and a bunch of other pack members to go out and survey the enemy, while Some of Bock’s & Shig’s men were setting up a perimeter around Camp Red, and building a healthy amount of traps to catch and alert the camp if there were enemy scouts around.

Bock wanted to make sure their men didn’t slack off, so he made Shig go out and ensure that they made a good perimeter -- which Shig didn’t mind, keeping Bock and Mike away from each other’s throats was exhausting, and started to give Shig a headache.

Camp Blue could attack from either the East or West, both were from the woods, and flanking behind them would be idiotic, they’d have no cover because of the cleared forest that made a road. With this knowledge, the team of young engineers built traps all through the forest around Camp Red, only leaving the lake and the road as their safe sides, thought the traps didn’t feel necessary to Shig, it was unlikely that Camp Blue would be the offensive army here, Bock was one hell of an aggressive badger.

The traps set up around the perimeter were way more elaborate than what Shig was expecting; there was a fair amount of well educated Camp Red members, some of which really surprised Shig by how --- barbaric they’ve become! Being rich, they could do whatever extracurricular activities they wanted; fencing, computer programming, engineering, archery, horseback-riding, you name it, some kid has done it, not to mention that these guys have been to the most prestigious, expensive schools there are! Perhaps the uniforms they make these kids wear are so tight and stiff that when they’re stripped of them, they become formless animals? Beasts that can only be tamed by being crammed back into a tie & khakis? Those were questions for someone smarter than Shig, he just wanted to protect himself from whatever the heck was stewing at Camp Blue.

Several times throughout his summer, Shig had felt appreciative of his not-so-rich family, he got to enjoy the little things and such… maybe that’s why he wasn’t as insane as many of the other camp goers? The way he was raised? He’d felt struggle, and he knew what it was like to constantly get the ugly end of the stick, whereas most of these maniacs had lived in a silver-spoon.

All this contemplation just made Shig’s headache worse, his primary goal here was to survive with his dignity intact, which meant that he couldn’t allow himself to be chained up and paraded around practically naked, like Richie; unfortunately for Shig, he couldn’t lay low, he was at the top of the pyramid, so he would have to make tactical decisions to survive, smart ones, for himself, and his small enclave of relatively normal camp goers.

Almost the entire day has passed, and Mike’s scout team hasn’t returned yet… had they gotten lost? Or had the enemy at the other camp captured them?

The sky was turning from blue to purple, with ripples of orange in the distance, and the chirping of birds in the forest was replaced with the clicking of bugs, all around them, in the rustling trees. Shig was walking across the barren camp grounds - past the bound supervisors & assistants - to voice his concern about the scout party to his fellow leaders. He stopped, and looked at all the supervisors; it was almost a little disturbing to him, to see these adults give in to their situation, their torment, and submit; they struggled, moaned & groaned for quite a while, they attempted to escape whenever they could at first, but now, they only squirmed when the wedgies they endured were too much not to, and hardly made a peep: they looked broken.

As his eyes started to drift, he saw a fire at the other end of the lake, it looked as if Camp Blue was hosting a bonfire of some sort! Curious to see what the members at Camp Blue looked like, Shig walked over to the dock near the beach part of the camp, and got a telescope out from the equipment shed. He set the tripod down, and aimed it right at the center of the camp, where they were hosting the bonfire.

“H-Hey!” Shig shouted, moments after he looked through telescope, his scaled forehead scrunched in concern.

A bear wearing only shorts and neon warpaint heard Shig’s call. This bear wasn’t one of Shig’s friends, the two hardly spoke, and only exchanged looks over the duration of the summer; he was burly, covered in black fur that made the green paint vibrant in contrast, and had two vicious brown eyes (his dad was probably some terribly successful business tycoon). The bear smacked the outer-thigh of a councilor while he passed by, who ushered out a surprised reactionary yelp.

“Get Bock and Mike, now!” Shig commanded the bear, fearless to the bears intimidating stature.

Within moments, a large crowd of campers had formed around the telescope, and another one was brought over for Mike, since it concerned him more than anyone.

It appeared that Mike’s elite team had been caught, they were all on their knees, with the bonfire to their backs. Whoever tied Mike’s pack-members together was a master, their hands were bound behind their backs, connected to their feet; they seemed to hardly be able to squirm. The entirety of Camp Blue was visible around them, they were all brought out for the special occasion; Shig was surprised at how… normal they looked!

There weren’t any half-naked members on the enemy team, no savages or primitively dressed teens… they looked the way Camp Red did, before they turned on the councilors! Surely the few Blue members who had binoculars were shocked at what they saw, which was good… Shig also got a good look at their enemy leader, and once he noticed them, he let Bock have a look through the telescope.

Camp Blue didn’t have the same ‘society’ as Camp Red did; there was one clear leader, a pyramid-system, a monarchy, as opposed to Camp Red’s poorly working coalition-type of government.

The leader of Camp Blue was a … Corgie…

With mostly white fur, a messy head of auburn hair, and an orange tail, this Corgie stood in front of the bound Recon team, proudly & confidently holding a blue flag in one hand. A tight, faux leather cap sat on his head, with a similar intimidating leather jacket, boots, torn jeans, and a black shirt that had a skull & crossbones.

How could Shig tell this was the leader? Well, he was flanked by two equally individual camp-goers; one was a tall, muscular orange lizard, with a spiked faux leather jacket, and a red mowhawk, Shig figured he was probably an enforcer, or maybe even a general to the Blue Camp’s forces. On the opposite side of the Corgie stood a deer, dressed in a sweatervest and tight purple jeans, with a big head of black hair; this one looked weak, but smart, perhaps a strategist, or a confidant…?

It didn’t matter what system the enemy team had, all that mattered - truly - to Shig, was the stupid, bound Alligator, Vinny, who was in front of all of them… if only he didn’t give in to temptation, and stayed where he belonged.

Once the enemy Camp knew they had their attention, the Corgie put two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

On command, a couple Camp Blue members came from the sidelines, all holding buckets, and got in a line. As some sort of strange… humiliation tactic, they all threw buckets of paint at them, then ice-water to wash most of it away. There were about ten buckets total, and by the end of it all five of Mike’s ‘pack’ members - including Vinny - were all shivering and dripping.

That wasn’t the end of the display, however. All of the Camp Blue members, along with the Corgie, all picked up paintball-gun rifles, and circled around the bound teens. The Corgie shouted something, and then they all opened fire!

Gods it was horrific, Shig swore he could hear the screams across the lake, all six of them were assaulted at close-range with volley after volley of paintball-rounds. After a good while, they stopped, and the Corgie cut Vinny free, who collapsed and curled into a ball instantly.

The muscular, mowhawked lizard walked over to Vinny, grabbed onto the self-made fundoshi he was wearing, and picked the poor lizard up by it! It was hard to hear because of the distance, but Vinny was squealing and screaming a whole lot. Eventually, the lizard took Vinny by the neck, and pulled the Fundoshi down, and let it flop on the ground… Shig was sure to get an eye-full of the Alligator's exposed… region, before the Lizard chucked Vinny into the lake, and dusted off his hands.

Vinny made a big splash in the water, and Shig worried for a moment that he was so beaten and exhausted, that he’d just drown! Thankfully, however, Shig saw Vinny meekly returning to the camp, swimming to them with ease, he was an Alligator, after all.

Once Vinny was in the water, the show had ended, Camp Blue members began to dissipate, and the Corgie walked off with his two followers close behind. They took the tied up prisoners away, but left one out there, seemingly unsupervised.

“It’s bait...” Bock said firmly, before he pulled away from the telescope, “They want us to go over and save them.”

“Good! I hope they’re ready to be torn to SHREDS!” Mike snarled, just before throwing the pair of binoculars he had to the ground.

“We’re charging in there, full force! I wana make that runt BEG for mercy!” Mike continued to rage as he paced, he looked like he wanted to hit something.
“If we charge, they’ll be waiting for us. It’s. A. Trap!” Bock responded to Mike, his voice was still firm and sure.

Just then, Vinny swam to shore, naked as the day he was born, covered in bruises and dripping with water; most of the paint seemed to wash off during the quick swim.

Mike found something to hit, and he went for it. A fist crashed into Vinny’s gut, which made the poor Alligator wheeze out, and collapse onto a knee. Mike was standing over him.

“H-Hey!” Shig called out, and rushed over to get between Mike and Vinny, “It could be a trap, it could be nothing! Maybe, just maybe, they WANT us to fight each other like this!”

Shig didn’t know what the hell was going on in the enemies heads, all he knew is that he didn’t want Vinny to take any more hits.

“We can talk about this, thoroughly, in Bock’s cabin!” Shig said in the calmest voice he could muster, and eyed Mike, which seemed to quell the beast.

Bock signaled for Mike and Shig to follow, but Shig declined and chose to help Vinny to his cabin first.

When Shig walked into Bock’s cabin, he was horrified at what he was met with, plans of torture, beating, really REALLY dark stuff, and it was all coming from Mike, who was focusing his rage entirely on the enemy team.

“We can’t… do that, but we can meet you half-way,” Bock responded to Mike carefully, who proposed something a little too barbaric for Bock’s taste, “We both agree that we need to intimidate them, what they did out there just now was a display of power, pride… we need to show our ruthlessness-”

“Scare em so bad they’ll be wetting their beds just thinking about us?” Mike cut Bock off, clawing into the table he was sitting at; he wanted revenge, that was clear, and understandable. Mike was a wild animal now, and only something very severe would appease him.

After a good hour of talk, they all agreed on a plan, one that Bock constructed, and surprised Shig with how intricate it was. Mike agreed, and stormed out after Bock make him promise not to do anything stupid.

It became clear to Bock that Mike wasn’t someone he could trust; he asked Shig that if he were forced to choose between Mike and Bock, which side he’d land on, and truthfully, Shig admitted his fealty to Bock.

Mike was someone Bock couldn’t control, if things escalated; he was a threat, one that had to be dealt with before an all-out civil war broke out, and so, he discussed another plan with Shig, one Shig had no choice but to agree to.

But first things first, they needed revenge, to scare Camp Blue, and to do that, they needed Camp Blue members under their custody. Surely, the woods were loaded with enemy scouts, just waiting to spot someone, and dash back to Camp Blue to warn them; the woods were like a tree, filled with apples… just waiting to have them plucked.

This time Shig was in charge of the operation, since he had the best swimmers following him. He put together a team of three good men, all of them were reptilian, and experienced swimmers. He gave each of them a blue bandanna to wear around their necks, some rope, and a speedo.

The plan was that the three of them were to swim to the enemy side of the lake, then enter the woods from the Blue Camp’s end. They’ll be behind all of the enemy scouts, and will have them by surprise! All they have to do is snatch two or three scouts, drag them through the woods back to home base, and then the rest is history.

Shig had his men wait until the dead of night, when it was nearly impossible for them to see across the lake, then had them swim across the whole body of water.

The rest was in their hands, Shig was no good swimmer, he’d just slow them down, not to mention he’d never even be able to pull off a mission like that. All he could do now was wait.

Within an hour, rustling could be heard at the western tree-line, and out came six figures, the three speedo wearing lizards, with a cat, a lion, and a beagle; all three were dressed in camo, and were bound at the wrists, being led along like dogs on a leash by rope.

It was one of Mike’s guys who spotted them, and quickly ran back to tell the leaders that the mission was a success!

While Shig’s men were out, Bock’s, Mike’s, and the rest of Shig’s men were all building a huge half-square wall out of firewood, which was about seven feet tall, and ten feet wide; it was located near the water, for Camp Blue to see.

As the giant wall of Firewood was being made, the three captives were all stripped down to their underwear; the cat had on a pair of white boxerbriefs, the lion wore a blue jockstrap, and the beagle --- had on what looked to be kids briefs! It got a few chuckles out of the men who were handling him, he had on white briefs with all sorts of sports equipment and balls on it, with the occasional star.

Once the guys had their fun, they tied the three to a VERY long piece of wood, sturdy enough to hold all of them, but with a little something one of the engineer specialists under Bock had added. All three of the stripped enemies had their hands and feet bound behind the wooden pole, so that their bodies hung off, rendering them completely helpless.

As the campers at Camp Red waited for the darkest of night to approach, Mike and his pack partied harder than they did the other night, dancing and celebrating, while everyone else watched and enjoyed the day. The three captives were protected, though they were also painted from head-to-toe in tribal-esque design, mostly with immaculate colors like pink, yellow, or baby-blue; Shig thought they looked like offerings, sacrifices.

Eventually, the sun went down, the stars came out, and Bock walked from his cabin to the dock with some fire-works rockets under his armpit.

“Everyone!” Bock called out while he strided, confidently, “It’s time! Get the gas and circle around the bonfire!”

The chubby badger pulled out a match from his pocket, lit it, and ignited the fuse to a red-striped firework-rocket. He placed it on a tripod, and let it shoot up into the sky, where it raced up, disappeared for a few moments, then exploded in a dazzling show of red sparkles.

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It had been a long day of running drills, barking orders, and showing off knot-tying techniques; Mark, Camp Blue’s elected Corgie leader, had finally gotten a chance to retire to his cabin, where he could take off his shoes, and rest his aching body, for at least a couple hours.

Killian - Mark’s Commander of troops - had offered to take over for the rest of the night so he could get some shut-eye; strong, intimidating, and brave, Mark knew he’d choose Killian to be his second in command the moment he was sworn in to lead, and dammit he didn’t disappoint one bit.
Naturally, Mark was given the Camp-Supervisors cabin once they left, it was the nicest, largest one there, though it was hardly empty… Mark had allowed his cabin to be used as the prison as well, his… personal prison.

The Camp Red members who weren’t released were kept here, bound in just their undies in various positions, and with knots Mark himself had made. Ever since he was a pup, Mark found himself fascinated with the idea of bondage, both the emotional, mental, and physical impacts of it, it was all so… erotic.

The corners of Mark’s snout raised to form a grin, as he took his boots off and set them down on a prisoner who was tied down with his hands & feet on the ground, and his belly pointed up which allowed him to act as a table. Mark’s jacket & hat were hung up on a prisoner that was tied into a coat-rack. Mark walked around the corner to his bedroom, where he smacked the ass of a wolf prisoner who was hanging from the ceiling upside down in his boxers. A bear captive looked in terror as Mark approached him; whenever Mark had a moment to himself, he would take a feather from the bedstand, and dance it across the bears exposed body, making him laugh so hard he’d cry, kick, and dance around helplessly in hopes that it’d stop.

Tickling was never one of Mark’s interest, but… it was amusing to watch some giant, chubby bound bear dance around like that, especially when he tied in specifically cruel crotch-ropes that chafed and dug into the guy more & more with each squirm.

Mark had the feather in his hand, and brought it towards the bears neck, a particularly sensitive spot. The bear closed his eyes and looked away, his whole body tensed & trembled; quiet gagged groans and sobbing were all Mark could hear, but when the feather was a mere centimeter away from making contact with the bear, a sudden set of meek, stressed knocks sounded from the front door.

“Shit…” Mark sighed out in a breath, before he set the feather down, and patted the bears belly, “Another time, friend.” he said to the bear with a wink, before he hurried to the door, snatching his coat, boots, and hat on the way there through the cabin.

Only one camper in all of camp blue would be ballsy enough to knock on Mark’s door, but somehow be shy enough to not commit to it all the way; Mark’s sole tactical and political advisor, Alexis.

Mark opened the door to see an incredibly nervous, shaking deer on the other side; dressed in his sweater-vest and purple pants, the deer looked to Mark with what parts of his eyes weren’t covered by his sweat-matted hair; it was clear this deer had spent far too many hours working without rest.

“Ch-Chief!” Alexis stuttered out, ‘Chief’ is what Alexis and most of the other important members of Mark’s little society called him, “We, uh… w-we got a problem that you really need to see…”

Mark had a hunch at what the problem may be; three of his perimeter guard didn’t report in, and were seen across the lake… they were tied to a huge spit, like a bunch of pigs ready to be roasted… secretly, Mark had been looking across the lake at them periodically, wishing he was involved in that, it would have been the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed, if it wasn’t his men up there, men he’d swore to protect…

“Th-They shot up some fireworks, it’s got everyone's attention! They’re putting gasoline on the wood, they’re - they’re going too far! We have to send someone to stop them!” Alexis practically barked out at Mark, it was clear he was worried for the safety of those campers, he’d always been a bit of a soft one, he was caring whereas Killian was crass.

“They’re probably pulling the same kinda stunt we did…” Killing grumbled, the large rocker-lizard approached from behind them with crossed arms, his eyes focused across the lake at the bonfire, “I could mobilize a force to go get em, but it’s probably a trap, and if it isn’t… they got their whole camp there, watching and howling like a bunch of…”

“Savages.” Mark finished Killian’s thought as he peered at them through binoculars; it was difficult to figure out what the structure was like over there, they had campers who were dressed regularly mixed in with almost naked ones! Not to mention the things they did to their supervisors and some of their own, even! How they haven’t torn each other apart yet was a mystery to Mark.

“Hmf…” Killian grunted, “If we go over there to save em now, it’d be the only fight we’d ever see, it’d be win or lose tonight, I’d need everyone for it, and charging in there…” he shook his head, “I don’t like our odds.”

“W-Well he have to do something either way!” Alexis shouted at Mark in a hushed voice, most of Camp Blue was out, watching in horror from across the lake, “You’re going to be blamed for this one way or another, and - and if they’re really doing what they look to be doing, everyone is going to be SCARED out of their minds!”

Mark thought for a moment, and just looked the whole scene over again. He couldn’t help but lick his lips, he felt himself straining against his pants at the sight.

Before Mark could even respond, however, the bonfire wall caught flame! Hundreds of voices all gasped at once as the lake reflected the brilliant yellow & orange flames that burned in the darkness. Anyone who had a telescope, or a pair of binoculars had them to their face, and were staring with pale faced, horrified expressions.

Mark saw the wide-eyed, terror-struck faces on all three of the captives, one was a dog in kids undies that he knew was named Harvey, though the other two Mark was drawing a blank on. The three of them squirmed and thrashed around on the spit, before the flames climbed up to the top. All three were gagged, but they looked like they were screaming, they were all jerking their bodies up and attempting to escape what looked to be an incredibly painful situation!

The fire climbed high enough that it passed all of the bound campers bellies, and it seemed that the spit itself caught fire, because it broke in the middle, making all three fall down into the bonfire, and erupt flames into the sky!

Some Camp Blue members turned away, some threw up, a fair few cried, but everyone was terrified. The Camp Red members were all cheering and singing, dancing around the fire like a bunch of zealots.

Mark couldn’t say a word, nothing came to mind, and he felt himself go limp between the legs. Alexis ran away when the fires started, not wanting to know what happened, and Killian was one of the few that threw up.

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The fires raged for a few hours, until the large half-square of logs were reduced to ashes & coals. A majority of the Camp Red goers had all gone to bed and passed out, with the exception of a good thirty that were chosen to stay awake to guard.

Bock and Shig walked over to what remained of the once large bonfire; behind the half-square were the three un-burned Camp Blue prisoners, as well as two very strong Camp Red members, all of them in a ditch that was dug out to conceal them.

It was an ingenious, and cruel planr; they built the bonfire AROUND the three prisoners, so it looked as if they were being roasted over a bonfire. When the flames got up high, a mixture of fear of the actual flames, as well as a series of jabs to the belly & crotch from sharp, long sticks that the two Camp Red goers had beneath them. One of Bock’s men rigged the spit to break once the two Camp-Red members in the middle let go of a rope, and once they did, they caught the three, pinned them, and the five all put on a fire-proof blanket over themselves. Shig poured gasoline on the bonfire from the back when the three campers fell to make it LOOK like they fell into the fire.

As Shig saw the five campers get out from the ditch, he had to wonder what they did under that blanket the whole time… surely, judging by the faces on the three prisoners, and by the fact that the underwear they were all wearing had ‘mysteriously’ vanished, something had to happen… perhaps he’d ask later, just to satiate his own curiosity.

The fire had faded, Camp Red was dark, and it was safe to get the prisoners back into a cabin to be held there until they won. Camp Blue thought they were dealing with murderous monsters, they were all so scared the camp probably collectively wet-the-bed, and not a single person got hurt too badly… Shig would call today a victory.

With all that dirty business out of the way, Bock invited Shig to a private meeting, just between the two of them. He brought the lizard to his bedroom, where he pulled out a chair, and sat down to face Shig.

“Okay, Shig…” Bock started, with his hands held in his lap, “Now let’s talk about how exactly we’re going to get rid of Mike, and his pack….”