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There will be one more update in December unless I get an unexpected change in schedule that gives me more time to write.
It is time now for Chapter 33 where you will return to fun activities back at the Rider Ranch. Then in the Argonaut thread, Lou will meet the Bucks sooner than she expected.
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Chapter 33 (M/F), (M+/F) – Ralph Plays with Carmen
Helen and Jackson are planning their next steps. Jackson asked, "You know all of the regular patrons of the Tavern? I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't believe it was safe for you. Summer has used Dingus as an assassin before, and he has functioned as a lone agent. And, if he did have others with him tonight, they would have taken action by now. Would you go into the Tavern and ask Doug Ellis to come and see me?"
“Yes, I know Doug. He and several of his friends are there almost every night. You want me to go now?”
“If you would?” answered Jackson.
“I had better leave this katana with you. I don't think I should advertise that I have it." Helen got up, unstrapped the saya from her waist, and handed it to Jackson. She went through the lobby door to the Tavern and spotted Doug at his usual table.
Walking up to him, she said, “Doug, Jackson asked if you would step into the Inn and see him for a minute.”
Doug answered, "Sure, I'll be glad to." To his friends at the table, he said, "I'll be back as soon as I see what Jackson needs."
Doug and Helen left the Tavern and entered the Inn. On seeing Jackson, Doug exclaimed, “What happened, Jackson? Who did this to you?”
Jackson gave Doug an abbreviated version of the attempted assassination. "We need some help disposing of Dingus' body and cleaning up the blood. This is worth 20 grams of gold to me. Obviously, discretion is essential. Can you and your friends help us?"
“Let me go and talk to them. I can assure you of our discretion. You know that we are not friends of the Diamond Bar.” Doug returned to the Tavern.
Helen said, “Jackson, you know that I don’t have gold to contribute to this, don’t you?”
Jackson told her, "You have been caught up in a huge operation. You are not expected to contribute at all." He added, “Here, take your katana. You should keep it with you at all times.”
A few minutes later, Doug returned with three of his friends. “Jackson, you know everyone here. We will handle your problem. Show us where to go.”
Helen said, "Follow me." She led the crew to the suite and unlocked the door. With a grimace, she took them inside and showed them the body.
Doug spoke to one of his companions, "Sam, would you get your wagon and bring it to the back of the Inn? Helen, there is no need for you to stay here until we are finished. Congratulations, by the way. Dingus always presented as a fine fellow. But I know that he was a nasty piece of work."
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At the Rider Ranch, Ralph Rider and his mate, Carmen, were relaxing in their quarters in the big house after another long day of work. On their end, things were going very well. Katana production was ahead of schedule. All Ranch Mounted Troops, the Rangers, and the Riders were armed with katana and trained in its use.
Carmen said, "We need a way to communicate over a distance. I will worry about Stella and Carlos until we know they are safe. I know Stella has recovered from her ordeal in the badlands, but she takes on a lot with this assignment. I "know I worry too much! I'm even worried about my little part of this operation."
Ralph replied, "That is natural, Carmen. You know one of the prime laws of nature is, 'Whatever can go wrong, will.' What can I do to put your mind at ease?"
“I wish there was a way to practice my kidnapping. If I am kidnapped by Carlos or Stella or both, it will be easy. I can put on a show and not have to worry. But what if it isn't them?"
“Carmen, maybe we haven’t been playing enough rough and tumble. Would that shake things up enough for you?”
“I don’t know that it would address the kidnapping issues. But it would be fun for certain.”
“Then prepare yourself. Here I come.”
Ralph pounced on Carmen, pressing her to the seat of the sofa. Carmen was exceptionally fit. But Ralph outweighed her and was much stronger. He had no trouble flipping her face down and pulling her arms behind her back. Rope was always at hand in the Rider quarters, and Ralph quickly secured her hands together.
“I hope this dress is not a favorite of yours. I don't think that it will survive tonight."
“Ralph, I didn’t know that you hated this dress. What are you going to do to it?”
In answer, Ralph pulled his knife, a tanto made of the new steel, and sliced the dress from neck to bottom hem. It was only seconds until the strips of the dress and underclothing fell to the floor.
“You brute! With that knife in your hand, I will do whatever you say.”
“I want you to kneel on the sofa facing forward.”
“Like this?” Carmen took the seize position as Ralph directed her.
Ralph applied a frogtie to her legs. “Now turn around and face the back of the sofa.”
“No, I’ve given you enough cooperation already. You will have to beat me to make me turn.” Carmen enjoyed being a brat to Ralph.
“Instead, maybe I will just pinch your nipples until you decide to behave.” Ralph took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard.
“Ouch! That stings! But not good enough to make me move. Is that all you’ve got?” she asked with a gasp.
“No, it’s not.” Ralph released the nipples but secured a firm grip on each tit. He twisted her right tit counterclockwise and her left tit clockwise.
“Aiee, okay. I’ll turn for you!” Carmen cried out.
“If you think about changing your mind, remember your tits are available for more twisting. Now turn!”
Carmen did. Not fast, but as fast as she could with her ankles strapped to her thighs and her hands tied behind her back. When she had presented her back to Ralph, he tied her elbows together, touching. Usually, he would pull them close but not touching. But this was rough and tumble.
“Ralph, you can be a son of a bitch, you know. That’s tight.”
Ralph answered, “It wouldn’t be rough and tumble if I wasn’t rough on you and didn’t knock you about.”
Carmen said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The next thing that Ralph did was to tie a crotch rope and anchor it to her hands. Following the crotch rope, a chest harness locked her arms in place and displayed her breast even more than usual, which was a lot.
“That could be fun if you let me play with it. You're not going to do that, are you?"
“No, should I gag you as well?”
“How could I advise you about what you need to do if you gag me?" asked Carmen.
“Good point. Let's see if a blindfold without a gag will help you behave." Ralph pulled a sleeping mask over Carmen's eyes. Standing behind her, he cupped her tits, pulling her back against him. Manipulating her mounds was one of his great pleasures.
“Have you gone soft? You don't have any more orders for me to follow. I will make up something of my own then." Carmen bent forward at her waist and twisted so that she fell face down on the sofa.
“What a wonderful idea," said Ralph. "Why didn't I think of that?" He pulled her knees around until she was flat, belly down on the sofa. Making a noose with another rope, he closed her ankles together until he could cross one foot over the other. He tied her feet to hold them in that position and secured her ankles as well. Yet another rope hogtied her very tightly, arching her back and pulling her feet over and beyond her hands.
“Oh, you have me fixed fine this time, big boy. I can see that the only way I will get out of this is to talk my way out. Please, pretty please, won't you turn me loose. I will be good and do whatever you say. You have everything pulled tight. I have no wiggle room. Not even to move my crotch rope a little. Let me go, and I will give you a blow job." Carmen was wiggling and thrashing to the best of her ability while saying this. It was not very effective except to make her tits sway.
“Carmen, if you had put the blow job first and letting you go when you finished second, I might have been tempted. Instead, I think that you have earned yourself a gag."
“No, no, please not tha … hmmmph. Hmmmph, hmmmph hmmmph!" as Ralph inserted a penis panel gag in her mouth and strapped it behind her head. The length in her mouth was the longest Carmen could take without triggering her gag reflex.
Ralph slapped her butt several times on each cheek while removing his clothes.
At each slap, Carmen said, “Hmmmph!”
Ralph said, “The gag is working, isn’t it?” and gave two hard slaps to her rear cheeks.
“Hmmmph! Hmmmph!”
“Yes, it works very well.”
“Hmmmph!”
The crotch rope was in the way of what Ralph wanted next, so he cut it off of her. Sometimes these scenes aren’t planned with all of the details in advance, and the rigger has to improvise.
Ralph raised Carmen’s torso off of the sofa high enough that he could slide under her. His erection had been at maximum for some time already, and he slid her vagina onto his eager member. He pushed against her tits, holding her torso off of his chest. Ralph hunched with all of the power of his hips, making up for her inability to move in participation.
With each hunch, Carmen let out a "Hmmmph." Each sound was louder and longer until she tried to scream, "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmph," clinching every muscle she had in an orgasm that rocked her.
Ralph, too, clinched and dropped her tits onto his chest. He grabbed her hips and shook them until his climax subsided. They did not move for minutes except for a slight motion of Carmen's cheek on his chest. She made soft, “Ummm, ummm,” sounds as she relaxed in the afterglow.
Still inserted in Carmen, Ralph removed her blindfold and the rope holding her in the hogtie. On each leg, he untied the rope holding her in a frogtie. With the frogtie released, Carmen could wiggle out of ropes holding her ankles and feet. Carmen continued making the quiet humming sounds until Ralph untied the panel gag and pulled it out of her mouth.
“Ralph, I didn't know what life was until I met you. Each time you do something like this, it is more exciting and feels better than the last time. I don't know what you will do next, and I don't care. Whatever you decide will be beyond good. What can I do for you now?"
“Well, a good massage would hit the spot."
“Okay, but I am afraid that you will have to untie me some more before I can do that.”
“Oh, that right, you are still tied up, aren't you? I just let you out of some of your bonds. But the trouble is, I'm not ready to turn you loose yet."
“You monster! Untie me right now!" said the brat.
Ralph slid to the sofa's edge and rolled Carmen to the seat. He lifted her shoulders and sat in the corner of the couch, positioning Carmen with her still tied arms against his chest. His arm draped over her shoulder, giving him free access to her front. One hand massaged her tits, and the other stroked her labia and clit.
“Oh, you wonderful monster. You don’t have to untie me. Just please, please, keep doing what you are doing. Your hand on my breast feels so good. And your fingers in my cunt are beyond good.”
She was starting to get that old tingle once again. “Ralph, have you practiced a magic spell on me? Ralph, Ralph! I’m going to come again. Don’t stop. Aiee, Aiee!” Carmen arched her head and shoulders back against Ralph as spasms of ecstasy overcame her again.
Carmen thought that Ralph needed to get his share of her pleasure. She twisted around until she was face down, and her head slid down his chest and belly, and she engulfed his member in her mouth. She was able to pull her knees under her well enough to provide her some purchase to raise and lower her head rapidly. Carmen used all of her considerable skill to activate every nerve in his penis.
She was successful, and Ralph didn't think he had taken more than three breaths before climaxing. Carmen sucked and cleaned him and only then let his softening member fall out of her mouth. "Did I do good, Master? I tried my best. Tell me how I did."
Ralph picked her up and carried her to their bed. He eased her under the sheet and joined her, spooning and petting until they both fell asleep.
The following morning, his hands were still on her tits. And she still had her hands and elbows tied tightly behind her back and had loops of rope surrounding her tits. After a few minutes of breast manipulation, his morning wood became sexual wood, and Ralph turned Carmen on her back and entered her for a mutually glorious beginning of the new day.
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What Lou did not know was that the Bucks already knew about her. They had been scheming for a way to capture her. Finally, the Bucks had discovered a way to do just that. After years confined within the Argonaut, Lou had a love of the outdoors and had taken to jogging each afternoon. She would leave Kennedy and jog along the river for about two km. Then cut away from the river and make a semicircle back to Kennedy. Her run was five km from start to finish.
Lou’s runs were as much an opportunity for her to think in private as exercise. After learning that a colony ship was on the way, she kept her schedule and headed out on her jog. It was early spring, and the temperature was still cool. But for a run, Lou wore brief shorts and a tank top. She pushed herself while running along the river. When she turned away from the water, she slowed down to her usual pace to regain her breath. Her path took her into a wooded area for the next km. She suddenly found herself surrounded by men that she did not recognize as members of the Kens.
That they were hostile was unfortunately obvious. The men closed in on her and reached for her. The first few to contact her learned two things immediately. First, this woman had speed and strength beyond anything they had ever seen. Second, she had fighting skills also beyond their ken. Lou put eight or nine of them on the ground. For several of the attackers, their meeting with the land was permanent. The leader of the band of Bucks was thankful that he had found a place of ambush where they could surround the woman. He was also glad that he had a large group with him. The Bucks finally overwhelmed Lou and bore her to the ground by sheer numbers.
With their numbers, it was not long before Lou was arched in a hogtie and had her mouth tightly packed by an effective gag. The Bucks thrust a pole between her legs and arms, and with a Buck at each end of the pole, they picked Lou up and headed off to the south at a brisk trot. Lou realized that while this was painful, she wasn't damaged, at least for now. After ten minutes of this, they came to a stop at the edge of the forest. Horses and a wagon were waiting.
Lou was carried up to the wagon, lifted off the pole, and placed face down in the wagon. She was thankful that she was on blankets that offered some padding. Immediately, the wagon moved out. She judged that they set a pace they could maintain for a long time.
“If I had played more tie up games with Buzz, I would be in a lot better shape to handle this," Lou thought. "No, I am wrong. Buzz tying me up wouldn't help with this. Buzz would take me to the edge of pain but not into pain. My hogtie hurts and bouncing in this wagon tied this way hurts. I don't see it getting any better any time soon. I am at the mercy of these hostile men. And I don't think they have any mercy."
The afternoon slowly passed. Lou decided that if she ever had a choice about where to be hogtied, she would pick a place other than the bed of a wagon. So far, Lou had not had great fear for her life. They wanted her alive even after the deadly fight to capture her. And unknown to the Bucks, Lou still had communication, if she could ever get her hands and arms free. The time came where the Bucks had to stop the wagon so that the horses could rest and have water. Several Bucks climbed into the back of the wagon.
The Bucks also did not know that Lou had implants that translated their speech and projected the translation to implants in her ear. The implants could draw limited power directly from Lou. They could also draw their power from an armband she wore above her left arm bicep. The armband was flesh-colored and wasn't noticeable unless someone knew where to look. Her implants could also conduct line of sight communications with the Argonaut or the lander. For that, Lou needed to tap a code on the armband.
One of her captors was talking, "This is the bitch that is causing so much trouble. She is strong and dangerous, so we can't take any chances with her. Our job is to get her back to the Chief. Let's turn her over to get a better look at what we have captured."
The Bucks rolled her to her back. They already knew she had a trim body. Seeing her face clearly showed that she was attractive even though her brown hair only came to her shoulders. The Bucks, like the Kens, preferred long hair. The Bucks leader knelt beside Lou and inserted his fingers under the top of Lou's tank top. He pulled the tank top down until it was around her hips.
"She is not well endowed with large breasts, is she? But she is soft enough." He confirmed as he placed his hands on her tits and squeezed. The leader stood and said, "Release her from the hogtie and sit her on the wagon seat. Lash her onto the seat so she can't move."
Lou thought it would be an improvement to be on the seat. But she was unhappy about being topless, and she did not like being pawed. She heard the leader say, "Anybody that wants to feel her body can do so. It will help her get in the right frame of mind for her new status as a slave."
This was not a good thing to know. A hostage could retain some dignity, but a slave had no rights at all. She knew Buzz and Chief Iron Eyes would do everything possible to rescue her. But the options were limited. The lander had limited offensive capabilities. And it could only carry three besides Buzz, who would have to be the pilot. She needed to get her hands free to establish communications.
While she was thinking those thoughts, she was steeling herself not to react as the other Bucks started working on her tits. More than one put his hand in her shorts to finger her pussy. Someone pulled her short below her hips. She believed that showing reaction would only make things worse for her. It was hard to look impassive when they started pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts. She was looking straight ahead when the leader said, "Alright, enough for now. The horses have rested. Let's get moving."
She was left alone except for the driver. She didn't know if he was one of the ones that had been maltreating her or not. But for now, he took up the reins and continued driving. Lou did not like sitting here topless and with her shorts pulled down as well.
As the sun was setting, they pulled up by a grove of trees. The Bucks made several small fires and began heating food. They unstrapped Lou from the wagon seat and untied her legs. After lifting her to the ground, they took her arms and walked her into the grove. They surrounded her and turned their backs to her except for the leader. He showed her what she needed to do by pissing on the ground. Lou knew she might not get a chance later and worked her shorts down her legs and squatted to do her business. Not easy with her hands and arms tied tightly behind her. When she finished, she found that she could not pull her shorts back up her hips. They grabbed her arms and marched her back to the fires, and sat her on a fallen tree trunk.
Someone behind her started untying her elbows and hands and finally the gag. She could not help letting out a sigh of relief as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms. She stood up and pulled her shorts up and her tank top. She just made it before they forced her back on the log. Someone gave her a bowl of stew and a mug of water. She decided that the Bucks weren’t all bad.
She discovered she was famished and wolfed down the food and water. Someone took the bowl and mug from her as soon as it was gone. Lou crossed her arms over her chest. She was not pretending modesty but getting her right hand to rest on her armband. Her fingers tapped it, turning on the communications functions. With trees overhead, at least partially, she didn't know if she would have a line of sight to the Argonaut or not. And, of course, it depended on where the Argonaut was in orbit at the moment.
Luck was with her, and she connected to the network. Silent communications were difficult. She had to frame each thought precisely. The Bucks surrounding her and guarding her stood her up and backed her into a sapling. They pulled her hands behind it and tied her wrists and elbows again. They tied her feet and legs to the sapling as well and then wrapped many loops of rope around her arms and chest locking her firmly against the tree. A guard placed another gag in her mouth. It was as effective as the first one.
Lou wondered if she could slide down the tree's trunk and possibly sit on the ground. She found that she couldn't slide at all. If she took her weight off her feet, she would hang in her bonds. "I guess that might happen if I fall asleep tonight. And I do think that I am here for the night,” she thought.
Then she disciplined her mind and tried to communicate again. There was nothing to distract her. She was tied tightly and not painfully. Lou was able to connect to Buzz. He was happy to hear that she was alright so far. But he was very concerned that they did not have a way to rescue her immediately.
Lou told Buzz, "We have been trying to figure out a way to make contact with the Bucks. Now, I have. Admittedly, this is not the best of situations. But I am not being hurt except my dignity. It is not comfortable, but I will survive. We need to see where this will take us. Call off any attempts at a rescue but maintain surveillance. I am going to work on establishing a rapport with the Bucks."
“As you order, Lou. I should have been on that run with you. I just didn’t think you were in any danger. Chief Iron Eyes and I will work on contingency plans to rescue you if you call for it. We are moments from losing contact. I’ll be waiting for the next opportunity for contact. Bye, Lou.”
“Bye, Buzz.”