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 She truly was a childhood depiction of a princess too. Willowy body, long tousled chestnut hair that had shocks of blonde from the sun exclusively in the summer time. Her lips were full and wide, curving at the edges to give her face a kind look even when she was upset. Eyes a vibrant dark jade that I group had to pull myself away from before I looked big too long. 

 At first she was all frills. A princess in her truest form. Puffy dresses and crowns set plastic jewels, but as we grew older her dresses grew more tight, her breasts a bit more budding. Soon tits the neighbor boys weren’t just pretending to capture her, it became a game of gray areas and fuzzy boundaries. The boys would tie her up, we’d sword fight, and bbw she’d be freed. But eventually the sword fights got harder, and the knots in her bindings grew harder to untie. 
 By ten we were all too old for the game but nobody had told us to stop playing it, so none of us did. Our Princess however was not always interested in playing, but what Princess is suppose to want to be captured? It was her unwillingness that we relied on to suspend our disbelief, to make the game fun. We’d be drawing with chalk in her drive way, and they’d ride up on their bikes. “Wanna play the game?” They’d ask.
“Not today.” She’d say, kind but a bit pleading. 
I drew my wooden sword and we’d mock battle, me pretending to lose, and they’d push her down, or take her chalk then pull ass her away while she yelled, 
 “stoppppp, I don’t want to play this right now!”

 a long time ago they learned it was best to have a bandana on hand or some duck tape. The last thing we needed was for her to get parents involved that didn’t understand the game. 
I’d give them a head start, pretending to summon a dragon or to heal myself before the big battle and then I’d have to track them through the woods behind our houses to find where they hid her.
 This time I was impressed. they’re bikes were parked at the edge of the forest but their tracks went in all directions. It took me a lot longer than normal to find them, and it was only do to her yell that I did at all.

They had a make-shift fort from nailed together dry wood and sheet metal. She was gagged this time with what looked like both duck tape a nd the bandana. Her hair flowed down past her waist but it looked a bit mussed from the struggle and her dress was slightly torn. She was on the party ground on her knees with her arms tied to her sides in a coil of rope and her eyes looked puffy from tears.
 
“Did you hurt her?” I asked, suddenly upset.
 The oldest boy was in front, sword in hand. 

“She bit me. So I pushed her. She’s fine. Since when do Princesses bite?” 

I pulled out my sword. Ready to fight and win. 

“Let’s change the rules” the boy said. “Just this once.” 

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