> No one noticed Gus Sloan from the Chuck Wagon crew staring at Stella at every opportunity.
I wonder where this will lead us (other than bondage, as that is almost a given). Great chapter.
Glad that I am all up to date again on this story.
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I am sorry to report that there are some dark times ahead. Stella is committed to returning the Katana Documents to Boss Ralph. There are forces working against her, as you have noted [mention]slackywacky[/mention].slackywacky wrote: ↑2 years ago > No one noticed Gus Sloan from the Chuck Wagon crew staring at Stella at every opportunity.
I wonder where this will lead us (other than bondage, as that is almost a given). Great chapter.
Glad that I am all up to date again on this story.
I'm happy you are caught up. The next chapter follows immediately.
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Chapter 14 (F+/F M/F) – Mates
For the third night, the Guardians escorted Stella to Carlos’ tent and got her assurances that she wants to continue the Final Courtship. Jane, the Leader of the women Guardians, said, “Stella, it is my opinion, at least, that this Final Courtship is almost over. Tonight, we will leave you tied up strictly. You can expect it to be uncomfortable. Are you ready to accept that?”
“Jane, you know I am.”
“Then undress. We will tie you on the bunk in a back-arching hogtie, but we will start with you standing up.” Stella undressed and Jane continued, “June, tie her hands with crossed wrists. Carmen, tie her elbows as soon as June is through. Put your muscles into it. I want to see her elbows close together.”
Stella turned her back to June and crossed her wrists behind her. Carmen stood in front of Stella and exclaimed, “Stella, I can’t believe that I wound up with Boss Ralph. I am so lucky. He is the most wonderful man. I have fallen in love with him. Is this possible? Am I deluding myself?”
“You met Ralph the same day I did, Carmen. But I knew of him a lot longer from hearing about him from Medico Stevens. Everything that I have heard or seen is good. Everything that I have seen of you is good. So my answer is yes, this is possible. If Carlos and I can mate, so can you and Ralph. And no, I don't think you are deluding yourself. June is done. Do a good job with my elbows.”
Carmen made a lark’s head just above Stella’s elbows and used it to lever her elbows close together. Close enough that Stella made a grunting noise. After wrapping several loops around her arms, she finished by cinching the loops.
Jane spoke, “Good work, Carmen. Janet, tie a chest harness that includes a strand behind her neck.”
Janet gathered a long rope and moved up to begin her tying. As Janet was preparing, Carmen kissed Stella on the cheek and added, “Thank you once more. You claimed you would be my friend and you are. You can call on me for anything you wish.”
Carmen stepped out of the way so Janet could proceed. When Janet finished, Jane inspected her work and smiled. The Guardians helped Stella down on the bunk, face down.
June ordered, “Susan, cross Stella’s ankles and tie them.” That did not take long and Jane started on the hogtie herself.
Jane took a rope and made a bight in the center. From the bottom up, she threaded the bight under the chest harness ropes behind Stella and up through the rope behind her neck. The other end threaded under her crossed ankles and over their top. Then Jane pulled it up to and through the bight forming a lark's head. She pulled that tight, moving Stella's ankles toward her hands.
“Okay Guardians, I want someone at each shoulder and at each knee. I will pull this tighter while you lift, arching her back. Hold her until I tie the rope off.”
She started pulling as the other Guardians lifted. Stella was limber and could take a big arch in her back, which this tie exploited. “Carmen, braid a rope in her hair and tie it to her ankles to pull her head back.” When this was complete, she asked, “Stella, are you alright? I know it must hurt.”
“I am fine, June. Am I right you have one more step?”
“Yes. Susan and Janet, pack her mouth.”
They stuffed cloth in Stella's mouth until her cheeks were full and cloth pressed from the roof of her mouth down on her tongue. Then they placed a long thin cloth between her teeth and wrapped it around her head several times before they tied it behind her neck.
“Let’s clear out. We don’t want to delay Carlos getting to Stella.”
They left. Jane reported to the Medico and Carmen went to find Ralph and Carlos having their last mugs of coffee. Carmen suggested to Carlos that he should not delay getting to Stella.
Jane found the Medico in his tent and said, “Sir, it is my opinion that the Final Courtship has served its purpose. Unless something unexpected happens during the night, I recommend you terminate this in the morning. They should be mates.”
Frank replied, “I think you are right. Everything that I have observed supports that conclusion. I will meet with the Guardians as they leave Carlos’ tent in the morning.”
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When the Guardians separated outside of Carlos's tent, Carmen hurried to Ralph's tent. She had spent most of the ride today learning from Ralph. He was an excellent teacher. He loved his Ranch and enjoyed talking about it. She discovered she enjoyed learning about it and determined to become a brilliant assistant for Ralph.
She remained confused about Boss Ralph himself. Everything that she could see about him indicated he had a genuine interest in her. She couldn't understand why. Stella had been in the world enough to have some understanding of the effect that her looks had on men. But Carmen had only been with the Comanche and there, she was protected as the Chief's daughter. Carmen did not know the ways of the world, but she was certain that she was in love with the Boss.
Entering his tent, she saw him at his traveling table studying a map. She was proficient at map reading and when she came up to put her arms around his neck to hug him; she saw the map was showing Rider Ranch and surrounding territory, including part of the badlands.
“I am looking at the part of the badlands where Stella must have hidden the Katana Documents. If Stella cannot retrieve them, we will have to mount a search.”
“Boss, Stella is going to do what she said. She is a very honor-bound person.”
“Yes, you are right. She is. I learned, however, that I should always keep a contingency plan ready in case something fails. But enough of that for now. I have you here and can think of other things that we need to do. Sensei worked us hard again. I have not kept up with my ukemi practice and expect I will have some sore muscles tomorrow.”
Carmen answered, “I can think of some exercises we can do that would help stretch out those muscles. Are you interested?”
“Does it involve us getting in the bunk naked,” Ralph asked.
“Indeed it does, Boss Ralph” Carmen was already moving to the bunk removing her halter. Ralph was right behind her. She shed her pants, folding her clothes, and placing them on a trunk at the foot of the bunk. She climbed into the bunk and Ralph was still right behind her.
Carmen took the seiza position and said, "Boss, the Guardians tied up Stella tonight in a very tough hogtie. Remembering the things we did, started me thinking." While she was talking, Ralph sat seiza behind her but with his knees wide apart so his front touched her back and arms. "A couple of nights ago, we had wonderful sex with my legs tied with each ankle tied to its thigh. I straddled you for the coupling. The ropes pulled my hands high behind my back. You crossed my ankles and tied them before, but I haven't straddled you but once. Would I be able to straddle you with my hands behind my back and my ankles cross-tied?"
While she was talking, Ralph had been rubbing up and down her front. “Damn if I know, Carmen. But I am game to find out." He slid back from her, giving him enough room to tie her. He started with a tight elbow tie."
Carmen asked, “Is the reason that you like to tie my elbows because it displays my tits better?”
He answered, “You know, I hadn’t thought about that. I think you are right. Your tits are magnificent. They are larger than average, but not so big that they will sag later. I am enticed by your nipples. The softness of your tits is perfection. The way they stand out is also perfect. But with your arms and shoulders pulled back, their perfection gets even more perfect.”
By the time he said that, he was ready to move on to her hands. He looped a doubled rope around her wrists three times and cinched it. He pushed her right shoulder, rotating her over her left foreleg until she fell laughing on the bunk. He pulled her back to the center of the bunk with her head to the foot. Ralph crossed her ankles and tied them with vertical and horizontal loops.
Ralph leaned over her, supported his weight with his left forearm, took a tit with his right hand, and gave her a long lingering kiss, letting their tongues play. His right hand left her tit and went to her vulva, where his fingers stroked around her labia and deeper. This aroused her quickly. Ralph was aroused, too.
He rose from her and sat beside her with his legs stretched to the foot of the bunk. Ralph pulled Carmen to a seated position and continued pulling until her chest rested on his chest. By placing her on her knees so that she straddled his hips, he left her crossed ankles over his thighs. By pushing on her shoulders, he lifted her until she balanced upright and she could maintain that position by tightening her knees on his hips.
Carmen couldn’t help much, not being able to raise her hips. Ralph used his hands to lift her hips. He maneuvered his cock into her pussy. That was exciting, but now the fun began. Carmen found she could grind her pelvis in a circle around his cock. With most of her weight pushing straight down on him, he was getting a different and very effective stimulation. He raised his hands to her breasts, and she leaned forward, pushing her tits into his hands.
Already breathing hard, Carmen said, “Boss Ralph, tell me what else to do.”
He answered, breathless himself, “You are perfection. Just don’t stop what you are doing.”
Moaning, she clamped her mouth shut. Her vagina was starting to spasm and the waves of orgasmic pleasure were rolling over her. That was still underway when Ralph peaked and discharged his essence into her. Ralph guided her breasts until she was lying on his chest once again. He put one hand on the small of her back and the other on her head with his fingers laced in her hair. Ralph remained inside Stella, although he was softening and all the spasms had subsided. They held that position a long time.
Without moving, Carmen said, “It is so strange, by tying me up, you give me freedom. I hope someday you will tell me what you want of me. Whatever that may be, I will try to satisfy your needs. I am your slave and your hostage. I will learn to be the best assistant possible. I will be your bondage toy as much as you want. You don’t need to tell me now. Whenever you are ready, I will listen.”
“Carmen, don't you know? I want you to be my mate. It doesn't seem possible that we met each other for only a few days. I feel like I have always known you and there was a hole in my life because you were missing. Now you are here and I am complete. I do not know what protocols would apply to us. Until I can talk to your father, I will ask the Medico for advice. But first, I will ask you. Will you be my mate?”
Carmen lifted her head and looked Ralph in the eye. “Yes, Ralph. There is nothing I could want more. Just remember, you will remain my boss forever.”
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Stella felt the strain of the back-arching hogtie. But she was in superb physical condition and handled it. She was excited because Carlos would walk into the tent at any moment now. Carmen had given Carlos a heads up and he did not waste any time getting to her. He entered his tent and the picture of submissive beauty that Stella made overwhelmed him and dismayed him because he saw that it had to hurt her.
He rushed to her side and started by untying her gag and removing the packing from her mouth. As soon as her mouth was clear, Stella said, "Carlos, isn't this the most beautiful tie-up on all of Newhome?"
"Yes, it is a beautiful tie-up. The Guardians do this very well. Tied or untied, you are the most beautiful woman on Newhome. I don't want you to be hurt. You will be loose in a minute."
“No, Carlos. I will not let you waste the efforts of the Guardians. They did this with love. Now, I want your love. You love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do, Stella. What do you want me to do?"
“There are lots of options. Just to name a few: You could turn me on my side and play with my tits. If you pinched and twisted my nipples hard enough, I might scream so loud you would want to put that gag back in my mouth. Or sit down in front of my face and let me suck your cock. You wouldn’t need the gag for that. Another thing, roll me over on my back and lick my pussy. I’ll bet it wouldn’t take me long to cum, but you might need the gag again. What about this, tickle my ribs and my tits. This tie-up has my tits lifted almost off the bunk. Oops, gag again for that. There are more options, but you should get the idea by now.”
“I notice that none of your suggestions involve any untying. You want to stay in that painful position and for me to just go on having a good time?"
“Carlos, I want you to have a good time playing with my body. I will have a good time too. As for this tie, if I were not in very good physical condition, it would hurt. But I am and it doesn’t. Now, what are you going to do?”
“Alright, you win. But not all the way. I will not replace the gag. Control yourself or let the camp know what is happening.”
“Not fair, not fair!” Stella said with a cross between a smile and a smirk on her face.
He undressed and climbed into the bunk. "I will start by having you service me if you please," he said as he sat in front of her with a full erection. "Would you go to work on this?" as he guided his cock into her willing and waiting mouth.
A little later, he said, "Now it is time for me to play with you while I regain my strength. He knelt by her side and turned her on her side by lifting her knee and shoulder. Because of the cross-legged tie, he had to lift the knee quite high. When she rolled over, the way the Guardians tied her legs left her neither flat on her back nor on her side.
Stella said, “Oh, this is comfortable. What are you going to do to me now?”
“I think I will start by massaging your tits. They look wonderful framed by rope as they are. The ropes make them very inviting." With that comment, he reclined on his side, facing her, and had a hand free to manipulate each tit. He would press his fingers and thumbs into the soft mounds and hold. Then he would press his open palms on her nipples and press her tits toward her chest. After that, he would finger her nipples. He took a tit in his mouth, sucking on it hard while his tongue licked her nipple. Repeating, he would pay attention to the other tit. Stella moaned, especially when his tongue was working a nipple.
Carlos was erect once more. He delayed his gratification to work on Stella’s pussy. While sucking a tit, he cupped her mons, rubbing back and forth. Then he scooted down and replaced his hand with his mouth. His tongue circled her labia and jabbed at her clit.
Stella was breathing harder and harder. He kept one hand on a tit. The other reached between her legs and grabbed a butt cheek as a handhold to maintain his position on her pussy.
“Carlos, I’m coming. I’m coming!” she cried as that special sensation of bliss locked her muscles in spasm after spasm.
She was still having spasms as he rolled her onto her back. The hogtie had her ankles under her butt with her butt lifted to present her pussy for use. Carlos was careful to keep his weight on his hands and his knees as he entered and pumped. This triggered a new orgasm for Stella. He was already so close to the edge that her spasms shot him off as well.
Carlos wanted to collapse on top of her but knew he shouldn't with her tied as she was. He withdrew and helped Stella turn back on her stomach. She did not complain as he released the rope braided into her hair so that she could move her head once more. Then he found the knots holding her in the tight hogtie and released them. Stella let out a long sigh when her feet could return to the bunk. When he untied her ankles, she stretched her legs straight out.
“Carlos, I wouldn't want to do that every day. But it was wonderful and I will want to do it again. I've got to get you over your squeamishness. I feel so wonderful right now."
Carlos turned her over on her back in a more comfortable position for her and rested his head on her tits. He lay there while he completed his recovery. Stella was saying, “Thank you, Carlos. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you.”
“It is I who should thank you. You have become my world,” he answered.
Later, he freed Stella from the last of her bonds, turned the lantern off, and pulled the cover over the two of them.
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Carlos woke at dawn and tied Stella until she was helpless again. He kissed her and left for breakfast.
As the first rays of sunlight hit the top of trees, the women Guardians entered Carlos’s tent. Jane went to the bunk and checked Stella’s bondage. She asked, “Stella, once again I ask you, is it your desire to continue this Final Courtship?”
Stella replied, "Jane, I want to continue and complete it so that Carlos will be my mate."
Jane said, “Your restraints tell me that Carlos does as well. Guardians, free Stella and get her cleaned up and dressed.”
Three Bucks Guardians rushed to untie her. Carmen fetched a pan of water and soap. The moment Stella was on her feet, Carmen began sponging her down. Susan held a towel and as soon as Carmen had finished, she dried Stella. Janet found the formal buckskin dress Stella wore to the feast, and in moments they had Stella dressed. Stella was looking around at the Guardians but couldn’t frame a question before they ushered her out thru the tent flap.
She saw the male Guardians, the Medico, Carlos, and Ralph waiting outside. The Medico said, "Carlos, Stella, would you stand beside me?" Carlos did and the Medico continued, "You have taken part in the Final Courtship ritual for three nights. Every sign that you have given shows you are qualified to be mates. Carlos, do you take Stella to be your mate?"
Carlos answered, “I want Stella to be my mate with all of my heart.”
The Medico asked, “Stella, do you take Carlos to be your mate?”
Stella answered, "I want Carlos to be my mate with all of my heart."
“Then by my authority as Medico of the Bucks, you are mates.”
It would be difficult to say who pulled whom into the kiss, but kiss they did to the cheers off all around them. Much back slapping by the men and hugging by the women went on until Ralph called out,
“Alright folks, we have a trip to finish. Coffee, bread, and sausages await. It is time to eat a bite and for us to get on the road.”
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Chapter 14 (F+/F M/F) – Mates
For the third night, the Guardians escorted Stella to Carlos’ tent and got her assurances that she wants to continue the Final Courtship. Jane, the Leader of the women Guardians, said, “Stella, it is my opinion, at least, that this Final Courtship is almost over. Tonight, we will leave you tied up strictly. You can expect it to be uncomfortable. Are you ready to accept that?”
“Jane, you know I am.”
“Then undress. We will tie you on the bunk in a back-arching hogtie, but we will start with you standing up.” Stella undressed and Jane continued, “June, tie her hands with crossed wrists. Carmen, tie her elbows as soon as June is through. Put your muscles into it. I want to see her elbows close together.”
Stella turned her back to June and crossed her wrists behind her. Carmen stood in front of Stella and exclaimed, “Stella, I can’t believe that I wound up with Boss Ralph. I am so lucky. He is the most wonderful man. I have fallen in love with him. Is this possible? Am I deluding myself?”
“You met Ralph the same day I did, Carmen. But I knew of him a lot longer from hearing about him from Medico Stevens. Everything that I have heard or seen is good. Everything that I have seen of you is good. So my answer is yes, this is possible. If Carlos and I can mate, so can you and Ralph. And no, I don't think you are deluding yourself. June is done. Do a good job with my elbows.”
Carmen made a lark’s head just above Stella’s elbows and used it to lever her elbows close together. Close enough that Stella made a grunting noise. After wrapping several loops around her arms, she finished by cinching the loops.
Jane spoke, “Good work, Carmen. Janet, tie a chest harness that includes a strand behind her neck.”
Janet gathered a long rope and moved up to begin her tying. As Janet was preparing, Carmen kissed Stella on the cheek and added, “Thank you once more. You claimed you would be my friend and you are. You can call on me for anything you wish.”
Carmen stepped out of the way so Janet could proceed. When Janet finished, Jane inspected her work and smiled. The Guardians helped Stella down on the bunk, face down.
June ordered, “Susan, cross Stella’s ankles and tie them.” That did not take long and Jane started on the hogtie herself.
Jane took a rope and made a bight in the center. From the bottom up, she threaded the bight under the chest harness ropes behind Stella and up through the rope behind her neck. The other end threaded under her crossed ankles and over their top. Then Jane pulled it up to and through the bight forming a lark's head. She pulled that tight, moving Stella's ankles toward her hands.
“Okay Guardians, I want someone at each shoulder and at each knee. I will pull this tighter while you lift, arching her back. Hold her until I tie the rope off.”
She started pulling as the other Guardians lifted. Stella was limber and could take a big arch in her back, which this tie exploited. “Carmen, braid a rope in her hair and tie it to her ankles to pull her head back.” When this was complete, she asked, “Stella, are you alright? I know it must hurt.”
“I am fine, June. Am I right you have one more step?”
“Yes. Susan and Janet, pack her mouth.”
They stuffed cloth in Stella's mouth until her cheeks were full and cloth pressed from the roof of her mouth down on her tongue. Then they placed a long thin cloth between her teeth and wrapped it around her head several times before they tied it behind her neck.
“Let’s clear out. We don’t want to delay Carlos getting to Stella.”
They left. Jane reported to the Medico and Carmen went to find Ralph and Carlos having their last mugs of coffee. Carmen suggested to Carlos that he should not delay getting to Stella.
Jane found the Medico in his tent and said, “Sir, it is my opinion that the Final Courtship has served its purpose. Unless something unexpected happens during the night, I recommend you terminate this in the morning. They should be mates.”
Frank replied, “I think you are right. Everything that I have observed supports that conclusion. I will meet with the Guardians as they leave Carlos’ tent in the morning.”
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When the Guardians separated outside of Carlos's tent, Carmen hurried to Ralph's tent. She had spent most of the ride today learning from Ralph. He was an excellent teacher. He loved his Ranch and enjoyed talking about it. She discovered she enjoyed learning about it and determined to become a brilliant assistant for Ralph.
She remained confused about Boss Ralph himself. Everything that she could see about him indicated he had a genuine interest in her. She couldn't understand why. Stella had been in the world enough to have some understanding of the effect that her looks had on men. But Carmen had only been with the Comanche and there, she was protected as the Chief's daughter. Carmen did not know the ways of the world, but she was certain that she was in love with the Boss.
Entering his tent, she saw him at his traveling table studying a map. She was proficient at map reading and when she came up to put her arms around his neck to hug him; she saw the map was showing Rider Ranch and surrounding territory, including part of the badlands.
“I am looking at the part of the badlands where Stella must have hidden the Katana Documents. If Stella cannot retrieve them, we will have to mount a search.”
“Boss, Stella is going to do what she said. She is a very honor-bound person.”
“Yes, you are right. She is. I learned, however, that I should always keep a contingency plan ready in case something fails. But enough of that for now. I have you here and can think of other things that we need to do. Sensei worked us hard again. I have not kept up with my ukemi practice and expect I will have some sore muscles tomorrow.”
Carmen answered, “I can think of some exercises we can do that would help stretch out those muscles. Are you interested?”
“Does it involve us getting in the bunk naked,” Ralph asked.
“Indeed it does, Boss Ralph” Carmen was already moving to the bunk removing her halter. Ralph was right behind her. She shed her pants, folding her clothes, and placing them on a trunk at the foot of the bunk. She climbed into the bunk and Ralph was still right behind her.
Carmen took the seiza position and said, "Boss, the Guardians tied up Stella tonight in a very tough hogtie. Remembering the things we did, started me thinking." While she was talking, Ralph sat seiza behind her but with his knees wide apart so his front touched her back and arms. "A couple of nights ago, we had wonderful sex with my legs tied with each ankle tied to its thigh. I straddled you for the coupling. The ropes pulled my hands high behind my back. You crossed my ankles and tied them before, but I haven't straddled you but once. Would I be able to straddle you with my hands behind my back and my ankles cross-tied?"
While she was talking, Ralph had been rubbing up and down her front. “Damn if I know, Carmen. But I am game to find out." He slid back from her, giving him enough room to tie her. He started with a tight elbow tie."
Carmen asked, “Is the reason that you like to tie my elbows because it displays my tits better?”
He answered, “You know, I hadn’t thought about that. I think you are right. Your tits are magnificent. They are larger than average, but not so big that they will sag later. I am enticed by your nipples. The softness of your tits is perfection. The way they stand out is also perfect. But with your arms and shoulders pulled back, their perfection gets even more perfect.”
By the time he said that, he was ready to move on to her hands. He looped a doubled rope around her wrists three times and cinched it. He pushed her right shoulder, rotating her over her left foreleg until she fell laughing on the bunk. He pulled her back to the center of the bunk with her head to the foot. Ralph crossed her ankles and tied them with vertical and horizontal loops.
Ralph leaned over her, supported his weight with his left forearm, took a tit with his right hand, and gave her a long lingering kiss, letting their tongues play. His right hand left her tit and went to her vulva, where his fingers stroked around her labia and deeper. This aroused her quickly. Ralph was aroused, too.
He rose from her and sat beside her with his legs stretched to the foot of the bunk. Ralph pulled Carmen to a seated position and continued pulling until her chest rested on his chest. By placing her on her knees so that she straddled his hips, he left her crossed ankles over his thighs. By pushing on her shoulders, he lifted her until she balanced upright and she could maintain that position by tightening her knees on his hips.
Carmen couldn’t help much, not being able to raise her hips. Ralph used his hands to lift her hips. He maneuvered his cock into her pussy. That was exciting, but now the fun began. Carmen found she could grind her pelvis in a circle around his cock. With most of her weight pushing straight down on him, he was getting a different and very effective stimulation. He raised his hands to her breasts, and she leaned forward, pushing her tits into his hands.
Already breathing hard, Carmen said, “Boss Ralph, tell me what else to do.”
He answered, breathless himself, “You are perfection. Just don’t stop what you are doing.”
Moaning, she clamped her mouth shut. Her vagina was starting to spasm and the waves of orgasmic pleasure were rolling over her. That was still underway when Ralph peaked and discharged his essence into her. Ralph guided her breasts until she was lying on his chest once again. He put one hand on the small of her back and the other on her head with his fingers laced in her hair. Ralph remained inside Stella, although he was softening and all the spasms had subsided. They held that position a long time.
Without moving, Carmen said, “It is so strange, by tying me up, you give me freedom. I hope someday you will tell me what you want of me. Whatever that may be, I will try to satisfy your needs. I am your slave and your hostage. I will learn to be the best assistant possible. I will be your bondage toy as much as you want. You don’t need to tell me now. Whenever you are ready, I will listen.”
“Carmen, don't you know? I want you to be my mate. It doesn't seem possible that we met each other for only a few days. I feel like I have always known you and there was a hole in my life because you were missing. Now you are here and I am complete. I do not know what protocols would apply to us. Until I can talk to your father, I will ask the Medico for advice. But first, I will ask you. Will you be my mate?”
Carmen lifted her head and looked Ralph in the eye. “Yes, Ralph. There is nothing I could want more. Just remember, you will remain my boss forever.”
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Stella felt the strain of the back-arching hogtie. But she was in superb physical condition and handled it. She was excited because Carlos would walk into the tent at any moment now. Carmen had given Carlos a heads up and he did not waste any time getting to her. He entered his tent and the picture of submissive beauty that Stella made overwhelmed him and dismayed him because he saw that it had to hurt her.
He rushed to her side and started by untying her gag and removing the packing from her mouth. As soon as her mouth was clear, Stella said, "Carlos, isn't this the most beautiful tie-up on all of Newhome?"
"Yes, it is a beautiful tie-up. The Guardians do this very well. Tied or untied, you are the most beautiful woman on Newhome. I don't want you to be hurt. You will be loose in a minute."
“No, Carlos. I will not let you waste the efforts of the Guardians. They did this with love. Now, I want your love. You love me, don’t you?”
“You know I do, Stella. What do you want me to do?"
“There are lots of options. Just to name a few: You could turn me on my side and play with my tits. If you pinched and twisted my nipples hard enough, I might scream so loud you would want to put that gag back in my mouth. Or sit down in front of my face and let me suck your cock. You wouldn’t need the gag for that. Another thing, roll me over on my back and lick my pussy. I’ll bet it wouldn’t take me long to cum, but you might need the gag again. What about this, tickle my ribs and my tits. This tie-up has my tits lifted almost off the bunk. Oops, gag again for that. There are more options, but you should get the idea by now.”
“I notice that none of your suggestions involve any untying. You want to stay in that painful position and for me to just go on having a good time?"
“Carlos, I want you to have a good time playing with my body. I will have a good time too. As for this tie, if I were not in very good physical condition, it would hurt. But I am and it doesn’t. Now, what are you going to do?”
“Alright, you win. But not all the way. I will not replace the gag. Control yourself or let the camp know what is happening.”
“Not fair, not fair!” Stella said with a cross between a smile and a smirk on her face.
He undressed and climbed into the bunk. "I will start by having you service me if you please," he said as he sat in front of her with a full erection. "Would you go to work on this?" as he guided his cock into her willing and waiting mouth.
A little later, he said, "Now it is time for me to play with you while I regain my strength. He knelt by her side and turned her on her side by lifting her knee and shoulder. Because of the cross-legged tie, he had to lift the knee quite high. When she rolled over, the way the Guardians tied her legs left her neither flat on her back nor on her side.
Stella said, “Oh, this is comfortable. What are you going to do to me now?”
“I think I will start by massaging your tits. They look wonderful framed by rope as they are. The ropes make them very inviting." With that comment, he reclined on his side, facing her, and had a hand free to manipulate each tit. He would press his fingers and thumbs into the soft mounds and hold. Then he would press his open palms on her nipples and press her tits toward her chest. After that, he would finger her nipples. He took a tit in his mouth, sucking on it hard while his tongue licked her nipple. Repeating, he would pay attention to the other tit. Stella moaned, especially when his tongue was working a nipple.
Carlos was erect once more. He delayed his gratification to work on Stella’s pussy. While sucking a tit, he cupped her mons, rubbing back and forth. Then he scooted down and replaced his hand with his mouth. His tongue circled her labia and jabbed at her clit.
Stella was breathing harder and harder. He kept one hand on a tit. The other reached between her legs and grabbed a butt cheek as a handhold to maintain his position on her pussy.
“Carlos, I’m coming. I’m coming!” she cried as that special sensation of bliss locked her muscles in spasm after spasm.
She was still having spasms as he rolled her onto her back. The hogtie had her ankles under her butt with her butt lifted to present her pussy for use. Carlos was careful to keep his weight on his hands and his knees as he entered and pumped. This triggered a new orgasm for Stella. He was already so close to the edge that her spasms shot him off as well.
Carlos wanted to collapse on top of her but knew he shouldn't with her tied as she was. He withdrew and helped Stella turn back on her stomach. She did not complain as he released the rope braided into her hair so that she could move her head once more. Then he found the knots holding her in the tight hogtie and released them. Stella let out a long sigh when her feet could return to the bunk. When he untied her ankles, she stretched her legs straight out.
“Carlos, I wouldn't want to do that every day. But it was wonderful and I will want to do it again. I've got to get you over your squeamishness. I feel so wonderful right now."
Carlos turned her over on her back in a more comfortable position for her and rested his head on her tits. He lay there while he completed his recovery. Stella was saying, “Thank you, Carlos. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me and letting me love you.”
“It is I who should thank you. You have become my world,” he answered.
Later, he freed Stella from the last of her bonds, turned the lantern off, and pulled the cover over the two of them.
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Carlos woke at dawn and tied Stella until she was helpless again. He kissed her and left for breakfast.
As the first rays of sunlight hit the top of trees, the women Guardians entered Carlos’s tent. Jane went to the bunk and checked Stella’s bondage. She asked, “Stella, once again I ask you, is it your desire to continue this Final Courtship?”
Stella replied, "Jane, I want to continue and complete it so that Carlos will be my mate."
Jane said, “Your restraints tell me that Carlos does as well. Guardians, free Stella and get her cleaned up and dressed.”
Three Bucks Guardians rushed to untie her. Carmen fetched a pan of water and soap. The moment Stella was on her feet, Carmen began sponging her down. Susan held a towel and as soon as Carmen had finished, she dried Stella. Janet found the formal buckskin dress Stella wore to the feast, and in moments they had Stella dressed. Stella was looking around at the Guardians but couldn’t frame a question before they ushered her out thru the tent flap.
She saw the male Guardians, the Medico, Carlos, and Ralph waiting outside. The Medico said, "Carlos, Stella, would you stand beside me?" Carlos did and the Medico continued, "You have taken part in the Final Courtship ritual for three nights. Every sign that you have given shows you are qualified to be mates. Carlos, do you take Stella to be your mate?"
Carlos answered, “I want Stella to be my mate with all of my heart.”
The Medico asked, “Stella, do you take Carlos to be your mate?”
Stella answered, "I want Carlos to be my mate with all of my heart."
“Then by my authority as Medico of the Bucks, you are mates.”
It would be difficult to say who pulled whom into the kiss, but kiss they did to the cheers off all around them. Much back slapping by the men and hugging by the women went on until Ralph called out,
“Alright folks, we have a trip to finish. Coffee, bread, and sausages await. It is time to eat a bite and for us to get on the road.”
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Awwwwwwwwww....
How about some dancing and a barbeque?
My, lovely new chapter - do carry on that mighty tale!
How about some dancing and a barbeque?
My, lovely new chapter - do carry on that mighty tale!
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> Then by my authority as Medico of the Bucks, you are mates
I declare you man and wife sounds so dull now.
Both Stella and Carmen have to be physically very fit. I wonder if gravity on Newhome is much different from good old Earth, aiding in better physical condition. Great update [mention]GreyLord[/mention].
I declare you man and wife sounds so dull now.
Both Stella and Carmen have to be physically very fit. I wonder if gravity on Newhome is much different from good old Earth, aiding in better physical condition. Great update [mention]GreyLord[/mention].
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
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So the mating is over and the paths of the former enemies split up. The leaders of both sides have been busy with each other while we have heard little of everyone else. Now Stella is going back into the wild, and I am sure great adventures will be awaiting her. Her trials are not over yet.
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This has nothing to do with the story of the Bandit, but your comment put an old song in my head and I can't get it out. The song is "Shrimp Boats is a-coming ... theirs dancing tonight".
Thank you, [mention]Nainur[/mention]. You have also put the image in my mind of "The Bandit Scout on Newhome" as a "mighty tale". I do hope that it is.
As I recall, Newhome is very similar to Earth in size and mass. The climate is also similar. A day on Newhome is slightly longer, 25.6 Earth hours. A year is also longer. Thank you for your comment, [mention]slackywacky[/mention].slackywacky wrote: ↑2 years ago > Then by my authority as Medico of the Bucks, you are mates
I declare you man and wife sounds so dull now.
Both Stella and Carmen have to be physically very fit. I wonder if gravity on Newhome is much different from good old Earth, aiding in better physical condition. Great update @GreyLord.
Yes, the rustic life on Newhome must provide some some compensations for their hardships.
No, the Courtship of Carlos and Stella is over. The mating has just begun. Your far seeing eye is on target with Stella.Beaumains wrote: ↑2 years ago So the mating is over and the paths of the former enemies split up. The leaders of both sides have been busy with each other while we have heard little of everyone else. Now Stella is going back into the wild, and I am sure great adventures will be awaiting her. Her trials are not over yet.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
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The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
Everything is going so great yet we know trouble is lurking around the corner. While dark time lie ahead, light usually shows itself sooner or later.
Looking forward to seeing what lies ahead for our characters and to see how they will prevail!!
Looking forward to seeing what lies ahead for our characters and to see how they will prevail!!
Thanks for commenting, [mention]Red86[/mention]. If we didn't have darkness, how could we appreciate the light?
I had planned to post the next chapter today. My dermatologist decided to practice her carving skills on me today. All is well, but it did disrupt my schedule.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
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The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
An excellent update. The two bondage sequences were suberbly written - and how Stella and Carmen interact with their Partners? This is outstanding!
I am so happy that you like the bondage here, [mention]Caesar73[/mention]. Hopefully, it will continue to please you as the story progresses.
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Chapter 15 (M/F) – Silk Sheets
Ralph Rider set a fast past for the last leg of their journey home. They would not have to keep it up long. Carmen rode next to him with the Medico making three abreast and just behind rode Carlos, Stella, and Walter Holt, followed by the Guardians who were still tasked with protecting Stella. Then the two Mounted Troops platoons followed. Next were the Ranch Hands and straggling to the rear were the supply wagons. It was just before midmorning when they entered the Ranch. About an hour later, they were in sight of the main compound.
On arrival, the first activity was to take care of the horses. By late morning, all were gathering at tables set up under large shade trees. The Chief Cook had prepared a brunch to make the mouth water. As soon as everyone was gathering, platters of bacon, sausages, cured smoked ham, and toast filled the tables. There were large bowls of grits, scrambled eggs, and melon. Slabs of butter, salt, pepper, plates, and utensils waited for the gathering of people. Large pitchers and mugs filled with ale, tea, and water were available.
Boss Ralph announced, “It is good to be home. Find yourself a table and start digging in.”
Ralph, Carmen, Carlos, Stella, Walter, and the Medico sat at the same table to discuss immediate plans. Stella announced, “Tonight, I will duplicate my run into the badlands as closely as I am able. In two days, I will return with the Katana Documents. At the time I took them, it was the right thing to do. But I am sorry now that I did.”
Carlos objected, "You didn't say who will go with you. Of course, I will. But we need more for your protection. What about the Guardians?"
Stella replied, “When I left here in the middle of the night, I left at a fast run I kept up for four hours. I’m sorry Carlos, but you could not sustain that pace. Neither can the Bucks as far as that goes. People with me on horseback would be a distraction. If I were on horseback, I am afraid that I would not follow my old route with precision, which I must do to find the cave where I hid the documents.”
Ralph suggested, “Okay, I understand that. We know the approximate route that you took. If we staged people along the way and they did not interfere with you, wouldn’t that work for you?”
After hesitating, she answered, “I think that might work. How many people will you use and where will you place them?”
“We will go to the big house and work that out on a map after we eat,” Ralph said.
Frank spoke for the first time. "You can use me. I am an above-average tracker."
The people from Ralph’s table followed him to the big house when they finished eating.
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Three Comanche prepared the trap and one watched the Ranch. When they judged the trap was ready, they stood by, ready to spring the trap. Each night, they would rotate the Comanche who was keeping watch. They saw Boss Rider and most of his forces ride toward Round Rock and they were watching ten days later when they returned. The Comanche watcher noted the two women in the return. One appeared to be Stella Brooks. The other he knew but did not understand how she could be there. She was the daughter of their Chief, Carmen Gomez. She was riding next to Ralph Rider and did not appear to be a prisoner.
The watcher slipped away from his post to report this to his companions.
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Stella was highly proficient at map reading from her experience as a scout and followed Ralph with keen interest as he spread his map on a table for all to see. It was the same map Carmen had seen the night before in Ralph’s tent.
Stella commented, “It looks as if it is about 55 km from here to the edge of the badlands where I contacted them before. Then it is another 5 km up the arroyo to the place that I stopped running. So I was running about 15 km per hour. Not the fastest pace on Newhome but I can maintain that pace for a long time.”
Ralph asked, “Would signal flairs disturb you?”
She answered, “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then I would stretch out my two Mounted Troops platoons along the route from here to your end position in the arroyo but offset half a click. Then, going across the ridges, I think the Guardians would do best. Do you agree, Frank?”
Frank replied, “Yes, that would be a good use of the Bucks. Stella, you indicated you spent the night on the third ridge. Your cave is there?”
“Yes, I was moving slowly and carefully to avoid leaving any signs of my passage. The cave has landmarks around it I can find. But I will have to be close to the cave to see the landmarks. That is why I need to recreate my previous route.”
Stella was thinking, "This is a good plan, but there is just too much chance of something throwing me off course. My mate wants me protected, and it would be wrong for me to defy him. I am supposed to be submissive to him. We've been mates for less than a day. But I have a duty to the Bucks and Carlos. Damn, it looks like whatever I do, I will fuck something up!"
“The horses need a rest, as do the men,” Ralph said. “I will get this organized in the morning so that you can do your run tomorrow night. Is that satisfactory to everyone?”
Ralph rang a bell for a house servant. He told his guests, “I will have you shown to your rooms now. I think you will find them comfortable, especially after living on the road. Come back down in 20 minutes and we will go to my labs. Walter, you will have an officer’s suite in the barracks. You can go ahead and look at the labs. A servant will show you the way.”
After all but Carmen left with the servant, he put his hand on her cheek saying, “You have nothing but one change of clothing that Stella gave you. We correct that starting later this afternoon at the Ranch commissary. Soon we will go to Round Rock where there are more elaborate stores.”
Their room took Stella aback. Thick rugs covered the hardwood floors. There was a sofa and easy chairs. A water basin held clean water for them and there was a tub that the servants would fill with hot water on request.
But the object that held her attention was the bed. It was large with a high, thick mattress. It had an elaborately carved headboard and footboard with tall posts at the four corners. She checked the bedding material. It was thick and soft, but she did not know what it was. In her travels, she had seen cotton sheets and wool blankets. When she asked Carlos, he told her the sheets were silk, and the comforters were lined with satin. Stella also noted the four bedposts with an inquisitive eye.
“It’s too warm to use the comforters, but we can enjoy the silk sheets,” Ralph informed her.
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In the lab, Ralph proudly pointed out the equipment he used. There was a clay vessel with bellows attached so it could reach very high temperatures. There were forges and complete blacksmithing equipment. A wall held sample blades labeled by their creation date. Frank studied the progression of blades with great care.
Stella said to all but especially to the Medico, “What you are looking at is what convinced me that Boss Ralph is close to making a true katana. What do you think, Medico?”
He replied, “This is fascinating. Ralph has taken this further than Unihold has. Your assessment was correct. The later blades are good but they aren’t yet true blades. Something is missing. I need to study Ralph’s documents.”
Carlos commented, “I have been around blacksmiths all of my years working on Wagon Trains. It has been a long time since I did any smithing. I’m looking forward to getting started.
Walter Holt said, “This is the most complete setup I could dream of for making individual blades. It is not satisfactory for mass production. I will have to design a manufacturing facility and that will cost a lot. What are my budget constraints, Boss Ralph?”
Ralph answered, "Rider Ranch is one of the wealthiest enterprises on Newhome. Keep me read into your design efforts daily. If I see you approaching any fiscal limits, we will talk about it when it comes up."
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Except for Walter Holt, the team went to the Compound’s Dojo next. It impressed Frank. He had seen nothing like this since he left Unihold. The practice area was a raised platform topped by tatami mats. Tatami were made of densely woven straw and, placed on the raised platform, allowed a little give when someone took a fall. That made it possible for the students to be thrown hard and still be unharmed.
By dojo etiquette, boots and shoes were not allowed on the tatami. There was room on three sides of the practice for visitors to walk around observing. On the remaining end was a shrine called a tokonoma. Although the tokonoma did not have religious significance on Newhome, martial artists usually included one in their dojo in deference to old Earth Japanese tradition.
Frank, speaking as Sensei, said, "We will hold a short class this afternoon to tell students about dojo etiquette and to practice ukemi on tatami. Carmen, you can begin your duties as Frank's Administrator by letting everyone know my class will start in one hour."
Carmen had already figured out that she only needed to inform Foreman Sam Briggs, the senior Lieutenant in the Mounted Troops, and the Senior Guardian. She set off to do just that.
After class and the evening meal, most retired to their quarters. It had been a full day for all. Except for a minute here and there, it was the first time that Stella could be alone with Carlos since the mating that morning. She put her arms around him and hugged him tight while laying her head on his shoulder.
She said, “Now that we are mates, I don’t know how to act. Nothing has prepared me for this.”
“Stella, me neither. But that is alright. We will just have to feel our way into this. I don’t know if I am supposed to tie you up or not. Since we are not in the Final Courtship ritual, we don’t have guidelines, do we? I guess we can just do what we want.”
“You are right. We can do what we want. Since we saw this room earlier, I have been daydreaming about our bed. You know what I want, but not tonight. I picture myself tied to one of those bedposts. Tied until I can not move at all. Then you come up to me and play with my body. You take me still bound to the post. I think I am gagged effectively because I am trying to scream but only moans escape."
“That sounds exciting, Stella. We will have to keep a to-do list. For now, I am ready to have a bath and try out these sheets. You see the sash by the door. It is attached to a bell pull and will fetch a servant we can ask for hot water. Are you game to try it?"
“Carlos, I have never bathed indoors before. The idea makes me a little apprehensive, but I want to see what it is like.”
Carlos pulled the sash and in minutes, a servant knocked on the door. He opened and when the servant inquired about their needs, Carlos said they wanted to try the bath if that would be convenient. About half an hour later, the servant returned with four others, all carrying wooden buckets filled with steaming water, which they poured into the tub filling it.
The lead servant said, “That will need to cool for a few minutes before you get in the tub. Here are towels and soap for you to use. We will return in a few minutes with extra bucked of hot water you can add if the tub cools too much. By the time we return, it should be just right for you.”
Within 5 minutes, they returned, sat the buckets by the tub, and left. Stella asked, “What now?”
He said, “The tub is large enough for both of us. So we undress and climb in.”
Because of their move to lower altitude and the onset of summer, it had been getting warmer and Stella was wearing shorts instead of long pants. Her shorts and halter exposed a lot of skin. To Stella, that seemed normal. She had been naked with Carlos for nights now but she realized that the conflicted feeling she was having was shyness. With that understanding, she peeled off her clothing and stood proudly naked in front of Carlos. A moment later, he was naked too.
He said, “I will help you in first, then I will climb in. He held her hand as she stood on the step beside the tub and lifted one leg over the top and into the water. With her other hand, she held the side of the tub and lifted her other leg over the side. She squatted in the water and then sat down in it.
“Carlos, this is wonderful. Come on and get in.”
To Carlos, this was old except for being with a woman, much less one as beautiful as Stella. He got in after moving Stella forward and sat down behind her. With the bar of soap from the table beside the tub and after moving her hair out of the way, he began soaping her back. He continued to her front, finding soaping the soft wet mounds of her tits a delight. He followed to her pubes and down to her legs and then to her feet, running a soapy finger between each toe.
“I cannot describe how good this is. Why have I been missing this all my life? Okay, turn around, it’s your turn now. The tub was not so big that it didn’t take careful maneuvering for both of them to get turned, but soon Carlos was sitting between Stella’s legs and she started duplicating on him what he did to her. When she got to soaping between his legs, she found him sporting an erection. Moving her soapy hand up and down his erection could have ended the bath, but Carlos grabbed her hand and said,
“I’d rather complete that on the silk sheets.”
Stella finished cleaning his legs and feet. They rinsed themselves and climbed out of the tub, using the towels to dry. They went to the bed and Carlos pulled the comforter down to the foot and turned back the top sheet. He looked over at Stella and saw that she had backed up to a bedpost at the foot and crossed her hands behind the post.
He said, “You seem eager for that post. Tonight, something simpler. Come stand by me.” Carlos sat on the edge of the bed. Stella stood in front of him and he took her hips and turned her around. He selected a rope from a drawer in the bedside table and made a couple of loops around her wrists, ending with a quick cinch.
With her hands tied, he swung her over the edge of the bed, placing her on her back. He kissed her, and she enthusiastically kissed him in return. Moving lower, he pulled on her tits and suckled. Continuing down, he jabbed his tongue in her navel and licked the skin from her navel to her pubic hair. His tongue discovered her arousal. He moved between her legs, entered her, and pumped. Her hip movements matched the energy of his and it was not long before they were both panting and on the edge of a climax. It thundered down on them, leaving both satiated and spent.
Stella lay there reveling in the afterglow and the silk sheets. She heard Carlos fall into that regular breathing that showed deep sleep. She thought, "I have to explore freeing myself. Even though he has only tied my hands, he still did it well. But I have a lot of time. If I can't get out of this, I can get to my knife and cut myself loose." She rolled to her side and started investigating her bondage.
“He has put the knots where my fingers can't reach them. He always does that." She tested for slack by trying to force her elbows out. "An elbow tie is for more than just looks. It would stop me from trying this kind of thing." She found that there was some slack. "He had sex on his mind. He did not focus on tying me up. I think I can work with this.”
Folding one hand to make it as small as possible, she worked that arm back and forth. She could feel her hand was moving into the loops and knew she was could free herself when she was ready. She stopped. In case Carlos woke up and checked on her, she would stay tied up until it was time for her to go. She even dozed off for an hour or more. But her body clock was faithful and woke her an hour after midnight.
She listened to Carlos' breathing and satisfied herself that he was still fast asleep. She finished working her hand free of the restricting loops. Carefully, she slid out of the bed and found her long pants and halter, which she put on. Her moccasins were where she had left them and she was ready. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Carlos. She hoped he would not be too mad at her for going ahead with her run tonight.
As Stella stole away from the Ranch, running toward the badlands, she had no way of knowing that she was being observed by keen and well-trained eyes. The two observers had different desires, but they had very similar goals. Gus Sloan wanted to get his hands on Stella for nothing more than his carnal desire. The Rider Expedition Comanche loved his fellow Comanche and wanted to deliver Ralph Rider’s prize to them.
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Three of the Rider Expedition were waiting on the ridge a click from their selected ambush site. They could see a place below in the arroyo northeast of their ridge. Their fourth member was keeping watch at the edge of the badlands and would come to this spot to give them a heads up. Ir had taken days to prepare their trap, and they had been waiting more days for Stella Brooks to show up. They would continue to wait until she showed or someone from the Comanche called them home.
One of the two on the ridge kept watching for a signal day and night. Finally, the signal came. Not long after dawn, the lookout Comanche rode up the arroyo to the signal spot and gave the signal that the Scout had entered the arroyo that they expected she would. When he received the acknowledgment that they received the signal, the lookout continued up the arroyo to another place that he could ascend the ridge. He would make his way to the trap and take his prepared position.
The Rider Comanche had prepared four depressions in the ground next to the net that was set as the trap. Each of them could get into a depression and cover themselves with artfully designed camouflage. They had worked on the camouflage of their hiding places and that of the net with its ropes and pulleys until satisfied that the Scout would not see anything wrong before they sprung the trap.
Their trap was clever. A large rock had been positioned on the edge of the cliff. It was ready to fall off of the edge but was blocked by a stick bracing the rock. They tied a camouflaged rope to the rock and led it to the depression, where the team leader would spring the trap. When Stella was one step from the center of the net, the Comanche would pull the bracing stick loose and the rock would fall. The rope attached to the rock would pull the net around the Scout. All the Comanche would rush the Scout before she could free herself from the net, wrapping her in rope from head to toe. It would not be pretty bondage but it would slow her down enough that they could put knives to her throat.
It was still a long wait, but the Comanche had trained to wait calmly.
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Chapter 15 (M/F) – Silk Sheets
Ralph Rider set a fast past for the last leg of their journey home. They would not have to keep it up long. Carmen rode next to him with the Medico making three abreast and just behind rode Carlos, Stella, and Walter Holt, followed by the Guardians who were still tasked with protecting Stella. Then the two Mounted Troops platoons followed. Next were the Ranch Hands and straggling to the rear were the supply wagons. It was just before midmorning when they entered the Ranch. About an hour later, they were in sight of the main compound.
On arrival, the first activity was to take care of the horses. By late morning, all were gathering at tables set up under large shade trees. The Chief Cook had prepared a brunch to make the mouth water. As soon as everyone was gathering, platters of bacon, sausages, cured smoked ham, and toast filled the tables. There were large bowls of grits, scrambled eggs, and melon. Slabs of butter, salt, pepper, plates, and utensils waited for the gathering of people. Large pitchers and mugs filled with ale, tea, and water were available.
Boss Ralph announced, “It is good to be home. Find yourself a table and start digging in.”
Ralph, Carmen, Carlos, Stella, Walter, and the Medico sat at the same table to discuss immediate plans. Stella announced, “Tonight, I will duplicate my run into the badlands as closely as I am able. In two days, I will return with the Katana Documents. At the time I took them, it was the right thing to do. But I am sorry now that I did.”
Carlos objected, "You didn't say who will go with you. Of course, I will. But we need more for your protection. What about the Guardians?"
Stella replied, “When I left here in the middle of the night, I left at a fast run I kept up for four hours. I’m sorry Carlos, but you could not sustain that pace. Neither can the Bucks as far as that goes. People with me on horseback would be a distraction. If I were on horseback, I am afraid that I would not follow my old route with precision, which I must do to find the cave where I hid the documents.”
Ralph suggested, “Okay, I understand that. We know the approximate route that you took. If we staged people along the way and they did not interfere with you, wouldn’t that work for you?”
After hesitating, she answered, “I think that might work. How many people will you use and where will you place them?”
“We will go to the big house and work that out on a map after we eat,” Ralph said.
Frank spoke for the first time. "You can use me. I am an above-average tracker."
The people from Ralph’s table followed him to the big house when they finished eating.
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Three Comanche prepared the trap and one watched the Ranch. When they judged the trap was ready, they stood by, ready to spring the trap. Each night, they would rotate the Comanche who was keeping watch. They saw Boss Rider and most of his forces ride toward Round Rock and they were watching ten days later when they returned. The Comanche watcher noted the two women in the return. One appeared to be Stella Brooks. The other he knew but did not understand how she could be there. She was the daughter of their Chief, Carmen Gomez. She was riding next to Ralph Rider and did not appear to be a prisoner.
The watcher slipped away from his post to report this to his companions.
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Stella was highly proficient at map reading from her experience as a scout and followed Ralph with keen interest as he spread his map on a table for all to see. It was the same map Carmen had seen the night before in Ralph’s tent.
Stella commented, “It looks as if it is about 55 km from here to the edge of the badlands where I contacted them before. Then it is another 5 km up the arroyo to the place that I stopped running. So I was running about 15 km per hour. Not the fastest pace on Newhome but I can maintain that pace for a long time.”
Ralph asked, “Would signal flairs disturb you?”
She answered, “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then I would stretch out my two Mounted Troops platoons along the route from here to your end position in the arroyo but offset half a click. Then, going across the ridges, I think the Guardians would do best. Do you agree, Frank?”
Frank replied, “Yes, that would be a good use of the Bucks. Stella, you indicated you spent the night on the third ridge. Your cave is there?”
“Yes, I was moving slowly and carefully to avoid leaving any signs of my passage. The cave has landmarks around it I can find. But I will have to be close to the cave to see the landmarks. That is why I need to recreate my previous route.”
Stella was thinking, "This is a good plan, but there is just too much chance of something throwing me off course. My mate wants me protected, and it would be wrong for me to defy him. I am supposed to be submissive to him. We've been mates for less than a day. But I have a duty to the Bucks and Carlos. Damn, it looks like whatever I do, I will fuck something up!"
“The horses need a rest, as do the men,” Ralph said. “I will get this organized in the morning so that you can do your run tomorrow night. Is that satisfactory to everyone?”
Ralph rang a bell for a house servant. He told his guests, “I will have you shown to your rooms now. I think you will find them comfortable, especially after living on the road. Come back down in 20 minutes and we will go to my labs. Walter, you will have an officer’s suite in the barracks. You can go ahead and look at the labs. A servant will show you the way.”
After all but Carmen left with the servant, he put his hand on her cheek saying, “You have nothing but one change of clothing that Stella gave you. We correct that starting later this afternoon at the Ranch commissary. Soon we will go to Round Rock where there are more elaborate stores.”
Their room took Stella aback. Thick rugs covered the hardwood floors. There was a sofa and easy chairs. A water basin held clean water for them and there was a tub that the servants would fill with hot water on request.
But the object that held her attention was the bed. It was large with a high, thick mattress. It had an elaborately carved headboard and footboard with tall posts at the four corners. She checked the bedding material. It was thick and soft, but she did not know what it was. In her travels, she had seen cotton sheets and wool blankets. When she asked Carlos, he told her the sheets were silk, and the comforters were lined with satin. Stella also noted the four bedposts with an inquisitive eye.
“It’s too warm to use the comforters, but we can enjoy the silk sheets,” Ralph informed her.
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In the lab, Ralph proudly pointed out the equipment he used. There was a clay vessel with bellows attached so it could reach very high temperatures. There were forges and complete blacksmithing equipment. A wall held sample blades labeled by their creation date. Frank studied the progression of blades with great care.
Stella said to all but especially to the Medico, “What you are looking at is what convinced me that Boss Ralph is close to making a true katana. What do you think, Medico?”
He replied, “This is fascinating. Ralph has taken this further than Unihold has. Your assessment was correct. The later blades are good but they aren’t yet true blades. Something is missing. I need to study Ralph’s documents.”
Carlos commented, “I have been around blacksmiths all of my years working on Wagon Trains. It has been a long time since I did any smithing. I’m looking forward to getting started.
Walter Holt said, “This is the most complete setup I could dream of for making individual blades. It is not satisfactory for mass production. I will have to design a manufacturing facility and that will cost a lot. What are my budget constraints, Boss Ralph?”
Ralph answered, "Rider Ranch is one of the wealthiest enterprises on Newhome. Keep me read into your design efforts daily. If I see you approaching any fiscal limits, we will talk about it when it comes up."
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Except for Walter Holt, the team went to the Compound’s Dojo next. It impressed Frank. He had seen nothing like this since he left Unihold. The practice area was a raised platform topped by tatami mats. Tatami were made of densely woven straw and, placed on the raised platform, allowed a little give when someone took a fall. That made it possible for the students to be thrown hard and still be unharmed.
By dojo etiquette, boots and shoes were not allowed on the tatami. There was room on three sides of the practice for visitors to walk around observing. On the remaining end was a shrine called a tokonoma. Although the tokonoma did not have religious significance on Newhome, martial artists usually included one in their dojo in deference to old Earth Japanese tradition.
Frank, speaking as Sensei, said, "We will hold a short class this afternoon to tell students about dojo etiquette and to practice ukemi on tatami. Carmen, you can begin your duties as Frank's Administrator by letting everyone know my class will start in one hour."
Carmen had already figured out that she only needed to inform Foreman Sam Briggs, the senior Lieutenant in the Mounted Troops, and the Senior Guardian. She set off to do just that.
After class and the evening meal, most retired to their quarters. It had been a full day for all. Except for a minute here and there, it was the first time that Stella could be alone with Carlos since the mating that morning. She put her arms around him and hugged him tight while laying her head on his shoulder.
She said, “Now that we are mates, I don’t know how to act. Nothing has prepared me for this.”
“Stella, me neither. But that is alright. We will just have to feel our way into this. I don’t know if I am supposed to tie you up or not. Since we are not in the Final Courtship ritual, we don’t have guidelines, do we? I guess we can just do what we want.”
“You are right. We can do what we want. Since we saw this room earlier, I have been daydreaming about our bed. You know what I want, but not tonight. I picture myself tied to one of those bedposts. Tied until I can not move at all. Then you come up to me and play with my body. You take me still bound to the post. I think I am gagged effectively because I am trying to scream but only moans escape."
“That sounds exciting, Stella. We will have to keep a to-do list. For now, I am ready to have a bath and try out these sheets. You see the sash by the door. It is attached to a bell pull and will fetch a servant we can ask for hot water. Are you game to try it?"
“Carlos, I have never bathed indoors before. The idea makes me a little apprehensive, but I want to see what it is like.”
Carlos pulled the sash and in minutes, a servant knocked on the door. He opened and when the servant inquired about their needs, Carlos said they wanted to try the bath if that would be convenient. About half an hour later, the servant returned with four others, all carrying wooden buckets filled with steaming water, which they poured into the tub filling it.
The lead servant said, “That will need to cool for a few minutes before you get in the tub. Here are towels and soap for you to use. We will return in a few minutes with extra bucked of hot water you can add if the tub cools too much. By the time we return, it should be just right for you.”
Within 5 minutes, they returned, sat the buckets by the tub, and left. Stella asked, “What now?”
He said, “The tub is large enough for both of us. So we undress and climb in.”
Because of their move to lower altitude and the onset of summer, it had been getting warmer and Stella was wearing shorts instead of long pants. Her shorts and halter exposed a lot of skin. To Stella, that seemed normal. She had been naked with Carlos for nights now but she realized that the conflicted feeling she was having was shyness. With that understanding, she peeled off her clothing and stood proudly naked in front of Carlos. A moment later, he was naked too.
He said, “I will help you in first, then I will climb in. He held her hand as she stood on the step beside the tub and lifted one leg over the top and into the water. With her other hand, she held the side of the tub and lifted her other leg over the side. She squatted in the water and then sat down in it.
“Carlos, this is wonderful. Come on and get in.”
To Carlos, this was old except for being with a woman, much less one as beautiful as Stella. He got in after moving Stella forward and sat down behind her. With the bar of soap from the table beside the tub and after moving her hair out of the way, he began soaping her back. He continued to her front, finding soaping the soft wet mounds of her tits a delight. He followed to her pubes and down to her legs and then to her feet, running a soapy finger between each toe.
“I cannot describe how good this is. Why have I been missing this all my life? Okay, turn around, it’s your turn now. The tub was not so big that it didn’t take careful maneuvering for both of them to get turned, but soon Carlos was sitting between Stella’s legs and she started duplicating on him what he did to her. When she got to soaping between his legs, she found him sporting an erection. Moving her soapy hand up and down his erection could have ended the bath, but Carlos grabbed her hand and said,
“I’d rather complete that on the silk sheets.”
Stella finished cleaning his legs and feet. They rinsed themselves and climbed out of the tub, using the towels to dry. They went to the bed and Carlos pulled the comforter down to the foot and turned back the top sheet. He looked over at Stella and saw that she had backed up to a bedpost at the foot and crossed her hands behind the post.
He said, “You seem eager for that post. Tonight, something simpler. Come stand by me.” Carlos sat on the edge of the bed. Stella stood in front of him and he took her hips and turned her around. He selected a rope from a drawer in the bedside table and made a couple of loops around her wrists, ending with a quick cinch.
With her hands tied, he swung her over the edge of the bed, placing her on her back. He kissed her, and she enthusiastically kissed him in return. Moving lower, he pulled on her tits and suckled. Continuing down, he jabbed his tongue in her navel and licked the skin from her navel to her pubic hair. His tongue discovered her arousal. He moved between her legs, entered her, and pumped. Her hip movements matched the energy of his and it was not long before they were both panting and on the edge of a climax. It thundered down on them, leaving both satiated and spent.
Stella lay there reveling in the afterglow and the silk sheets. She heard Carlos fall into that regular breathing that showed deep sleep. She thought, "I have to explore freeing myself. Even though he has only tied my hands, he still did it well. But I have a lot of time. If I can't get out of this, I can get to my knife and cut myself loose." She rolled to her side and started investigating her bondage.
“He has put the knots where my fingers can't reach them. He always does that." She tested for slack by trying to force her elbows out. "An elbow tie is for more than just looks. It would stop me from trying this kind of thing." She found that there was some slack. "He had sex on his mind. He did not focus on tying me up. I think I can work with this.”
Folding one hand to make it as small as possible, she worked that arm back and forth. She could feel her hand was moving into the loops and knew she was could free herself when she was ready. She stopped. In case Carlos woke up and checked on her, she would stay tied up until it was time for her to go. She even dozed off for an hour or more. But her body clock was faithful and woke her an hour after midnight.
She listened to Carlos' breathing and satisfied herself that he was still fast asleep. She finished working her hand free of the restricting loops. Carefully, she slid out of the bed and found her long pants and halter, which she put on. Her moccasins were where she had left them and she was ready. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Carlos. She hoped he would not be too mad at her for going ahead with her run tonight.
As Stella stole away from the Ranch, running toward the badlands, she had no way of knowing that she was being observed by keen and well-trained eyes. The two observers had different desires, but they had very similar goals. Gus Sloan wanted to get his hands on Stella for nothing more than his carnal desire. The Rider Expedition Comanche loved his fellow Comanche and wanted to deliver Ralph Rider’s prize to them.
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Three of the Rider Expedition were waiting on the ridge a click from their selected ambush site. They could see a place below in the arroyo northeast of their ridge. Their fourth member was keeping watch at the edge of the badlands and would come to this spot to give them a heads up. Ir had taken days to prepare their trap, and they had been waiting more days for Stella Brooks to show up. They would continue to wait until she showed or someone from the Comanche called them home.
One of the two on the ridge kept watching for a signal day and night. Finally, the signal came. Not long after dawn, the lookout Comanche rode up the arroyo to the signal spot and gave the signal that the Scout had entered the arroyo that they expected she would. When he received the acknowledgment that they received the signal, the lookout continued up the arroyo to another place that he could ascend the ridge. He would make his way to the trap and take his prepared position.
The Rider Comanche had prepared four depressions in the ground next to the net that was set as the trap. Each of them could get into a depression and cover themselves with artfully designed camouflage. They had worked on the camouflage of their hiding places and that of the net with its ropes and pulleys until satisfied that the Scout would not see anything wrong before they sprung the trap.
Their trap was clever. A large rock had been positioned on the edge of the cliff. It was ready to fall off of the edge but was blocked by a stick bracing the rock. They tied a camouflaged rope to the rock and led it to the depression, where the team leader would spring the trap. When Stella was one step from the center of the net, the Comanche would pull the bracing stick loose and the rock would fall. The rope attached to the rock would pull the net around the Scout. All the Comanche would rush the Scout before she could free herself from the net, wrapping her in rope from head to toe. It would not be pretty bondage but it would slow her down enough that they could put knives to her throat.
It was still a long wait, but the Comanche had trained to wait calmly.
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woooohoooo! Wha a suspense!
I foresee Stella is getting into trouble, but we shall see, we shall see... superb job once again!
I foresee Stella is getting into trouble, but we shall see, we shall see... superb job once again!
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Oh no, Stella, what are you doing? I hope it will end in lots of tight bondage for our fair maiden.
Very nicely done, [mention]GreyLord[/mention] It really feels like those old westerns of yesteryears, but playing in the future.
Very nicely done, [mention]GreyLord[/mention] It really feels like those old westerns of yesteryears, but playing in the future.
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Stella has not been the brightest refusing any offer of help, but she is not a master in the martial arts without reason. She has handled two opponents at once in the past but has also been captured. The only thing that is certain is that someone will end up roped up. Very well done!
If I may ask a question:
If I may ask a question:
I had expected imperial measurements, as you are American. Is there any reason why you opted for metric?Stella commented, “It looks as if it is about 55 km from here to the edge of the badlands where I contacted them before. Then it is another 5 km up the arroyo to the place that I stopped running. So I was running about 15 km per hour. Not the fastest pace on Newhome but I can maintain that pace for a long time.”
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Stella, Stella, you are playing a dangerous game - and the Ambush seems pretty good. It will be interessting if it will work as planned 
Very good Chapter!
Very good Chapter![mention]slackywacky[/mention], you are not the only one to question Stella's actions. Sometime we focus so hard on one task that we become blind to what may be going on around ut.slackywacky wrote: ↑2 years ago Oh no, Stella, what are you doing? I hope it will end in lots of tight bondage for our fair maiden.
Very nicely done, @GreyLord It really feels like those old westerns of yesteryears, but playing in the future.
I have to agree with you. You would think that after being captured by the Rider Ranch she would be more aware of the possibilities of things going wrong. But none of us are completely without hubris, are we?Beaumains wrote: ↑2 years ago Stella has not been the brightest refusing any offer of help, but she is not a master in the martial arts without reason. She has handled two opponents at once in the past but has also been captured. The only thing that is certain is that someone will end up roped up. Very well done!
If I may ask a question:I had expected imperial measurements, as you are American. Is there any reason why you opted for metric?Stella commented, “It looks as if it is about 55 km from here to the edge of the badlands where I contacted them before. Then it is another 5 km up the arroyo to the place that I stopped running. So I was running about 15 km per hour. Not the fastest pace on Newhome but I can maintain that pace for a long time.”
Questions are always welcomed. Even in the USA, we use the metric system for scientific and most engineering tasks. Certainly a major effort such as the colonization of a new world would use the metric system.
She is playing a dangerous game, [mention]Caesar73[/mention]. Thanks for your comments.
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Chapter 16 (M+/F) - Trapped
The second day of Chief Gomez’s travel to Rider Ranch was the same day that Ralph Rider returned to the Ranch. Daylight was almost over, and they still had eight hours of travel. Chief Gomez had them stop by a stream to rest and water the horse. Before the Comanche had eaten, they fed the horses a small amount of grain. The Comanche used that time to eat something out of their saddlebags.
After some discussion with the Comanche, there was a consensus that they should continue. They would arrive well after midnight. Most seemed to think that they should stop the four Comanche before they did anything that would interfere with the plan for the Comanche to stop being bandits.
It was in the wee hours of the morning when the Comanche approached Rider Ranch. To a man and horse, they were weary and nearly exhausted. They were riding straight in without any stealth, and before they reached the Ranch compound, guards spotted them and raised the alarm. Lanterns were lit, and troops were pouring out of the barracks. Ralph Rider and Carmen came from the main Ranch House and Carlos McTavrish was close behind him. Carlos double-timed to catch up to Ralph. Carlos whispered to Ralph, “I cannot find Stella.”
The Comanche continued at a walk until they were in front of Ralph. Chief Gomez stopped his horse, lifted his hand in greeting, and said, "Boss Ralph, when I returned to my camp the day before yesterday, I learned that my Camp Commander tasked four Comanche to come here and seek targets of opportunity. We came here as fast as we could to let you know. My men and our horse are exhausted at this point, but after a few hours' sleep, we will assist in finding the four and returning them to our camp."
“Sam," called Ralph for Sam Briggs, his foreman. Sam stepped up. "Yes, sir."
“First, find a place that these Comanche can rest. Have Hands take care of their horses. Then organize a search of the compound for Stella Brooks. I don't think she is here, but we must make sure. Carlos, what are your thoughts?"
“Ralph, as you know, we planned for Stella to begin retracing her path through the badlands tomorrow night. Stella only accepted that plan grudgingly. She wanted to go alone. I think she has slipped out tonight to do it her way."
Ralph said, "We will take that as a working assumption until we learn otherwise. Nothing is more important than protecting Stella from the four renegades. No, that is the wrong word. They are operating on orders they received when the Comanche and we were enemies. Chief Gomez has proven that they are no longer so. Chief Gomez, you and your men dismount. Thank you for your extraordinary effort to warn us. Sam Briggs will find you a place to rest. We will care for your horses. Our cook will prepare some food for you."
Sam told them, “We have an empty barracks that will hold all of you.”
Carmen ran up to her father and hugged him. She saw he was on the verge of collapse. Even the younger Comanche must be nearly the same. "Boss Ralph, can I arrange for the Comanche to eat in the barracks?" She was already learning her way around the compound and knew the mess hall and kitchen location. Ralph gave his permission, and she went with her dad to the barracks they would use. As soon as she saw the site of the barracks, she went to the kitchen and found the Head Cook. He had already gotten the word of what to do. Stella told him that the Comanche had ridden hard two days returning to their camp from the mountains and then two more days here to warn the Ranch. They would likely be asleep when the food was ready."
The cook told her, "We will fix them something like sausages and bread that will keep until they awake." He called his chuckwagon crew to get them started preparing the food. Then he said to his team, "Where is Gus Sloan? Is that SOB corking off again?" But nobody had seen him.
Ralph and Carlos were studying a map that covered the Ranch and some of the badlands back in the Ranch House. Ralph pointed out to Carlos, "You can see these ridges and arroyos run southeast to northwest." Pointing out a particular arroyo, "We will call this Arroyo #1. This is the arroyo that Stella went up initially to about here." He pointed a place well up the arroyo. "We think that she ran all night to get to that spot which she reached at dawn. Running, she left signs of her passage. But with daylight, she started moving to the north, crossing the first ridge to Arroyo #2. Then the second ridge to Arroyo #3 and the third ridge to Arroyo #4. Capt. Riker was clever and figured out her plan and captured her about here in Arroyo #4. We can figure that she will not vary too far from a straight line as she follows her previous path from here in Arroyo #1 to here in Arroyo #4."
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As soon as he had a firm plan in his mind, he called in his team. Ralph, Carlos, the Medico, Carmen, and Sam Briggs met with the Mounted Platoon Lieutenants in the study in the big house. Showing the Lieutenants the map, he said, "By now, Stella is already near Arroyo #1. We believe that the four Comanche that Chief Gomez warned us about will try to capture Stella and force her to tell them where to find the Katana Documents. Your mission is to find Stella. If she has avoided capture, update her on what has happened here and then support whatever she decides to do. If they have captured her, free her and provide whatever support she may need. I suggest sending a team of 10 troops up Arroyos #1 and #4. Then perhaps a squad of 20 up Arroyo #2 and the rest up Arroyo #3. Patrol well to either side of the expected crossing points." Ralph did not say that if the Comanche captured Stella, she would have suffered torture. "Sam, muster every hand that you can and move them to the entrance of Arroyo #3. Bring a few wagons with supplies. We don't know how long we will be there."
Carmen was conflicted. She wanted to go with Ralph but also wanted to talk to her father. With Sam Briggs was going with Ralph, she needed to look after the Ranch while Ralph and Sam were away. Her worry about Stella was overwhelming.
The sun was up when they left the big house to mount up. Frank Stevens reached out for Carlos’ arm and said quietly, “Follow me.”
When they were leaving the Ranch, Frank led them away from the troops. When they could talk without being overheard, Frank said, "I have studied the terrain carefully, and I have gotten into the minds of these four Comanche. Trusting me is a risk for you, but you know that I love Stella as a daughter. We should go up Arroyo #3. There, I can use my tracking skills, and we will find Stella before the rest. I am basing this on knowing Stella and the Comanche. Also, from carefully studying the badlands terrain. Are you with me?"
“Medico, I have known you since my days at Unihold. I must believe what you are telling me. Is this the fastest way to the entrance to Arroyo #3?"
“It is. Now concentrate on your riding. Be as smooth as possible to make it as easy as possible on your horse. We are going to push our horses to their limits. Every second that we can save means a lot to Stella."
The sun was getting close to its zenith when they arrived at the entrance. Their horses were nearly exhausted. The arroyo was not as smooth as the plains they had been traversing. But the slower pace that forced allowed the tired horses to carry them a little further. Before they reached Stella’s crossing point, Frank halted them and said, “We will go on foot from here on. I will have to move slowly. If I misread any sign of Stella’s or Comanche’s passage, we could fail to save Stella.”
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Daylight was breaking as Stella moved up the arroyo. When she arrived at the place where she had started crossing ridges, sunlight touched the top of the hills. It seemed that the day had progressed further than it had last time, but that was to be expected. As the spring of the year advanced, the sun rose earlier.
She could see signs of the Mounted Troops that searched for her last time. Nothing else had changed. After a short rest from her long run, she started moving north, climbing the first ridge. Stella's memory for terrain detail was exceptional. Everything looked as it has before. The rise was steep and dense with trees and bushes. With all of her skill, it was still slow going.
By midmorning, she had crossed the first ridge and the next arroyo and was climbing the second ridge. Her observational powers did not indicate anything of concern. As she topped the second ridge, she saw the cliff she had to negotiate to get to the arroyo below.
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The Scout approached the trap so quietly that the Comanche did not know she was there until they saw her a few meters from the net. She stopped after she stepped onto the net but looked all around and listened carefully. Stella did not sense anything wrong. The Comanche's camouflage work was world-class.
She slowly took another step, moving into the rock slide that would take her to the bottom of the next arroyo. Suddenly, the ground all around her jerked several meters upward, trapping the Scout in a net. She immediately began climbing out of the net, but four men surrounded her and wrapped her in rope, restricting the movement of her arms and legs.
They cut the top of the net free and laid the Scout on the ground with her still surrounded by net and ropes. Two of the men took a position at her shoulders and put a knife to her throat. Another man told her to stop thrashing and to be still, or the blades would cut her.
Despair almost overwhelmed Stella, but her training told her that she must endure and wait for an opportunity to gain her freedom. The men, she saw that they were Comanche, rolled her face down and slowly freed her arms from net and rope. One Comanche put the point of his knife at the top of her neck with enough pressure that she was sure that it would penetrate to her spine if she moved. With a man on each arm, moving her arms behind her back, there was little she could do anyway. A Comanche straddled her, sitting on her butt, while her forearms were crossed and held in place. The Comanche sitting on her lashed her arms together.
As soon as her hands were tied, her elbows were pulled close together and tied tightly as well. Stella thought this was very similar to what Gus Sloan had done not so long ago. The Comanche knew her reputation as a fighter and gave her no chance to take any action. They forced a large rawhide ball with straps attached in her mouth with some difficulty. Inserting the ball stretched her jaws painfully. It was soft but large, filling her mouth and pressing down on her tongue. The rawhide plugged between her back teeth and into her cheeks. They tied the straps behind her neck very tight, pulling cruelly on the corners of her mouth and cheeks.
Of course, the Comanche did not stop but continued removing the rope and net from her legs and tying them tightly together at the thighs, above the knees, and the ankles. The lead Comanche told her, "We know your reputation as a fighter, Stella Brooks, and we will take no chance with you. We will take you to our camp set up near here, and there you are going to tell us where you have hidden the things you took from Rider Ranch. You will decide how painful the questioning will be for you. Think about this while we carry you to our camp. Now, you are a beautiful young woman. If you hold out and do not tell us what we need to know, we will ruin your beauty, and you will become a broken, crippled, and hideous hag. The transformation will be as painful as we can make it while leaving you able to talk. You do not want this, and we do not want to do it. But unless you tell us where you hid what you took, it will happen."
Fear clutched Stella's heart. It took all of her control not to throw up onto her gag. She steeled herself for what would come and focused on looking for some opportunity for escape. The Comanche rigged her for transport in the usual bandit way. They cut a thin pole just strong enough to support her weight. It was about two and a half meters long. They threaded it behind her back between her elbow and wrist bonds. The Comanche lashed her ankles, thighs, and hips to the pole. Sometimes only the ankles and elbow ropes were attached, and that would be more painful. They were showing her that they could be merciful. The earlier speech and this were all part of a head game.
A Comanche in front of her and one behind her carried the pole on their shoulders. The trip down the incline to the arroyo below was slow. The Comanche picked their way carefully, but it will still jarring and uncomfortable for Stella. Once in the arroyo, it was easier for the rest of the trip to their camp.
The camp was several clicks further up the arroyo. It was also away from the bed of the arroyo and hidden in the trees.
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At the Rider Comanche's camp, Stella was lowered to the ground and untied from the pole. They untied her from the pole and stood her on her feet. Overhead, a sturdy limb was above them but higher than a tall man could reach. Two pulleys were attached to the branch, two outstretched arms distance apart. A rope looped through each pulley. They tied one end of a rope from one pulley to her wrists. They pulled the other end of the rope, and it lifted her hands behind her.
Stella knew she was not going to enjoy this the way she had with Carlos twice before. As the Comanche kept pulling the rope, it bent her over at her waist. They continued until her arms were at a very unnatural and painful angle from her body. The rope pulled her head and shoulders higher than her waist. Stella had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure on her shoulders. The end of the rope the Comanche had been pulling was tied off on a close-by tree. Stella's face was breaking out in a sweat. It hurt, and she knew it was only the beginning.
A Comanche untied her halter and removed it. Another was untying the rope around her legs. When the rope was off, he loosened her belt and pulled down her pants until they were bunched around her ankles. Stella knew that humiliating her was part of their process. Knowing that did not make it less unpleasant. They removed her pants from her legs and tossed the pants by the halter.
The Comanche leader said, “We will each give you a taste of what is to come. Then we will go for our meal while you think about what you will tell us.”
With that, the Leader swung a heavy blow with his right arm. His open hand hit Stella on her left cheek and ear, sharply rotating her head to her right. She moaned into her gag. Her head was ringing. Then he hit her with his left hand. Before her head stopped ringing from the blows, a second Comanche stepped up beside her. He delivered a powerful uppercut with his fist driving into her stomach. The impact was strong enough to lift her feet off of the ground. All of the air in her lungs expelled out her nose. Stella felt paralyzed. The pain from her abdomen spread instantly throughout her torso. She couldn't use her lungs, and she thought that she might die and end this. But there was a will to survive deep inside of her. As air seeped past her nostrils and into her lungs, she started breathing once again. She did not have enough awareness to know another blow was coming. He punched her high on her side. This punch cracked a rib.
Stella's mind was in turmoil as well as her body. She was thinking that their mental game was working. But if she wanted to stop and tell them what they wanted to know, she couldn't. Her gag made her unable to communicate. A third Comanche standing behind her was holding a heavy leather belt. He did a forearm swing and crashed the belt into her right hip and buttock. Stella lurched forward as far as she could bound as she was screaming into her gag. The Comanche continued with a backhand swing that caught her left hip and buttock.
“I thought I was getting a taste from each," she thought. "This is a full plate." Tears wanted to pour out of her eyes, but she fought them down. She couldn't help reacting to the pain but didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She was also fighting to stay conscious. She could feel blackness waiting to engulf her. But if she lost consciousness and hung limply from her hands pulled high behind her back, tendons and ligaments would tear, and she would be crippled for the rest of her life, which didn't look to be very long.
The fourth Comanche was standing in front of her, and she saw him start his open-handed swing. Instead of her face, he slapped hard against her right tit. Being bent over from her hands being pulled high behind her put her breasts in a very vulnerable position. The reaction of her nerves clamped her diaphragm, stopping her breathing once again. Before she regained the use of her lungs, he swung again with his other hand hitting her left tit.
The bandits walked away to prepare their meal, leaving Stella hanging painfully from her hands. She slowly restored her breathing. In her mind, she had many fears. Her pain was excruciating. She did not know if she could endure it without telling them what they asked. She feared failing the Alliance and Ralph Rider. Most of all, she feared failing Carlos. If she had submitted to his will, she would not be here. She was almost ready to do anything to stop the pain.
The Comanche were satisfied that they had softened her up for questioning.
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Chapter 16 (M+/F) - Trapped
The second day of Chief Gomez’s travel to Rider Ranch was the same day that Ralph Rider returned to the Ranch. Daylight was almost over, and they still had eight hours of travel. Chief Gomez had them stop by a stream to rest and water the horse. Before the Comanche had eaten, they fed the horses a small amount of grain. The Comanche used that time to eat something out of their saddlebags.
After some discussion with the Comanche, there was a consensus that they should continue. They would arrive well after midnight. Most seemed to think that they should stop the four Comanche before they did anything that would interfere with the plan for the Comanche to stop being bandits.
It was in the wee hours of the morning when the Comanche approached Rider Ranch. To a man and horse, they were weary and nearly exhausted. They were riding straight in without any stealth, and before they reached the Ranch compound, guards spotted them and raised the alarm. Lanterns were lit, and troops were pouring out of the barracks. Ralph Rider and Carmen came from the main Ranch House and Carlos McTavrish was close behind him. Carlos double-timed to catch up to Ralph. Carlos whispered to Ralph, “I cannot find Stella.”
The Comanche continued at a walk until they were in front of Ralph. Chief Gomez stopped his horse, lifted his hand in greeting, and said, "Boss Ralph, when I returned to my camp the day before yesterday, I learned that my Camp Commander tasked four Comanche to come here and seek targets of opportunity. We came here as fast as we could to let you know. My men and our horse are exhausted at this point, but after a few hours' sleep, we will assist in finding the four and returning them to our camp."
“Sam," called Ralph for Sam Briggs, his foreman. Sam stepped up. "Yes, sir."
“First, find a place that these Comanche can rest. Have Hands take care of their horses. Then organize a search of the compound for Stella Brooks. I don't think she is here, but we must make sure. Carlos, what are your thoughts?"
“Ralph, as you know, we planned for Stella to begin retracing her path through the badlands tomorrow night. Stella only accepted that plan grudgingly. She wanted to go alone. I think she has slipped out tonight to do it her way."
Ralph said, "We will take that as a working assumption until we learn otherwise. Nothing is more important than protecting Stella from the four renegades. No, that is the wrong word. They are operating on orders they received when the Comanche and we were enemies. Chief Gomez has proven that they are no longer so. Chief Gomez, you and your men dismount. Thank you for your extraordinary effort to warn us. Sam Briggs will find you a place to rest. We will care for your horses. Our cook will prepare some food for you."
Sam told them, “We have an empty barracks that will hold all of you.”
Carmen ran up to her father and hugged him. She saw he was on the verge of collapse. Even the younger Comanche must be nearly the same. "Boss Ralph, can I arrange for the Comanche to eat in the barracks?" She was already learning her way around the compound and knew the mess hall and kitchen location. Ralph gave his permission, and she went with her dad to the barracks they would use. As soon as she saw the site of the barracks, she went to the kitchen and found the Head Cook. He had already gotten the word of what to do. Stella told him that the Comanche had ridden hard two days returning to their camp from the mountains and then two more days here to warn the Ranch. They would likely be asleep when the food was ready."
The cook told her, "We will fix them something like sausages and bread that will keep until they awake." He called his chuckwagon crew to get them started preparing the food. Then he said to his team, "Where is Gus Sloan? Is that SOB corking off again?" But nobody had seen him.
Ralph and Carlos were studying a map that covered the Ranch and some of the badlands back in the Ranch House. Ralph pointed out to Carlos, "You can see these ridges and arroyos run southeast to northwest." Pointing out a particular arroyo, "We will call this Arroyo #1. This is the arroyo that Stella went up initially to about here." He pointed a place well up the arroyo. "We think that she ran all night to get to that spot which she reached at dawn. Running, she left signs of her passage. But with daylight, she started moving to the north, crossing the first ridge to Arroyo #2. Then the second ridge to Arroyo #3 and the third ridge to Arroyo #4. Capt. Riker was clever and figured out her plan and captured her about here in Arroyo #4. We can figure that she will not vary too far from a straight line as she follows her previous path from here in Arroyo #1 to here in Arroyo #4."
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As soon as he had a firm plan in his mind, he called in his team. Ralph, Carlos, the Medico, Carmen, and Sam Briggs met with the Mounted Platoon Lieutenants in the study in the big house. Showing the Lieutenants the map, he said, "By now, Stella is already near Arroyo #1. We believe that the four Comanche that Chief Gomez warned us about will try to capture Stella and force her to tell them where to find the Katana Documents. Your mission is to find Stella. If she has avoided capture, update her on what has happened here and then support whatever she decides to do. If they have captured her, free her and provide whatever support she may need. I suggest sending a team of 10 troops up Arroyos #1 and #4. Then perhaps a squad of 20 up Arroyo #2 and the rest up Arroyo #3. Patrol well to either side of the expected crossing points." Ralph did not say that if the Comanche captured Stella, she would have suffered torture. "Sam, muster every hand that you can and move them to the entrance of Arroyo #3. Bring a few wagons with supplies. We don't know how long we will be there."
Carmen was conflicted. She wanted to go with Ralph but also wanted to talk to her father. With Sam Briggs was going with Ralph, she needed to look after the Ranch while Ralph and Sam were away. Her worry about Stella was overwhelming.
The sun was up when they left the big house to mount up. Frank Stevens reached out for Carlos’ arm and said quietly, “Follow me.”
When they were leaving the Ranch, Frank led them away from the troops. When they could talk without being overheard, Frank said, "I have studied the terrain carefully, and I have gotten into the minds of these four Comanche. Trusting me is a risk for you, but you know that I love Stella as a daughter. We should go up Arroyo #3. There, I can use my tracking skills, and we will find Stella before the rest. I am basing this on knowing Stella and the Comanche. Also, from carefully studying the badlands terrain. Are you with me?"
“Medico, I have known you since my days at Unihold. I must believe what you are telling me. Is this the fastest way to the entrance to Arroyo #3?"
“It is. Now concentrate on your riding. Be as smooth as possible to make it as easy as possible on your horse. We are going to push our horses to their limits. Every second that we can save means a lot to Stella."
The sun was getting close to its zenith when they arrived at the entrance. Their horses were nearly exhausted. The arroyo was not as smooth as the plains they had been traversing. But the slower pace that forced allowed the tired horses to carry them a little further. Before they reached Stella’s crossing point, Frank halted them and said, “We will go on foot from here on. I will have to move slowly. If I misread any sign of Stella’s or Comanche’s passage, we could fail to save Stella.”
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Daylight was breaking as Stella moved up the arroyo. When she arrived at the place where she had started crossing ridges, sunlight touched the top of the hills. It seemed that the day had progressed further than it had last time, but that was to be expected. As the spring of the year advanced, the sun rose earlier.
She could see signs of the Mounted Troops that searched for her last time. Nothing else had changed. After a short rest from her long run, she started moving north, climbing the first ridge. Stella's memory for terrain detail was exceptional. Everything looked as it has before. The rise was steep and dense with trees and bushes. With all of her skill, it was still slow going.
By midmorning, she had crossed the first ridge and the next arroyo and was climbing the second ridge. Her observational powers did not indicate anything of concern. As she topped the second ridge, she saw the cliff she had to negotiate to get to the arroyo below.
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The Scout approached the trap so quietly that the Comanche did not know she was there until they saw her a few meters from the net. She stopped after she stepped onto the net but looked all around and listened carefully. Stella did not sense anything wrong. The Comanche's camouflage work was world-class.
She slowly took another step, moving into the rock slide that would take her to the bottom of the next arroyo. Suddenly, the ground all around her jerked several meters upward, trapping the Scout in a net. She immediately began climbing out of the net, but four men surrounded her and wrapped her in rope, restricting the movement of her arms and legs.
They cut the top of the net free and laid the Scout on the ground with her still surrounded by net and ropes. Two of the men took a position at her shoulders and put a knife to her throat. Another man told her to stop thrashing and to be still, or the blades would cut her.
Despair almost overwhelmed Stella, but her training told her that she must endure and wait for an opportunity to gain her freedom. The men, she saw that they were Comanche, rolled her face down and slowly freed her arms from net and rope. One Comanche put the point of his knife at the top of her neck with enough pressure that she was sure that it would penetrate to her spine if she moved. With a man on each arm, moving her arms behind her back, there was little she could do anyway. A Comanche straddled her, sitting on her butt, while her forearms were crossed and held in place. The Comanche sitting on her lashed her arms together.
As soon as her hands were tied, her elbows were pulled close together and tied tightly as well. Stella thought this was very similar to what Gus Sloan had done not so long ago. The Comanche knew her reputation as a fighter and gave her no chance to take any action. They forced a large rawhide ball with straps attached in her mouth with some difficulty. Inserting the ball stretched her jaws painfully. It was soft but large, filling her mouth and pressing down on her tongue. The rawhide plugged between her back teeth and into her cheeks. They tied the straps behind her neck very tight, pulling cruelly on the corners of her mouth and cheeks.
Of course, the Comanche did not stop but continued removing the rope and net from her legs and tying them tightly together at the thighs, above the knees, and the ankles. The lead Comanche told her, "We know your reputation as a fighter, Stella Brooks, and we will take no chance with you. We will take you to our camp set up near here, and there you are going to tell us where you have hidden the things you took from Rider Ranch. You will decide how painful the questioning will be for you. Think about this while we carry you to our camp. Now, you are a beautiful young woman. If you hold out and do not tell us what we need to know, we will ruin your beauty, and you will become a broken, crippled, and hideous hag. The transformation will be as painful as we can make it while leaving you able to talk. You do not want this, and we do not want to do it. But unless you tell us where you hid what you took, it will happen."
Fear clutched Stella's heart. It took all of her control not to throw up onto her gag. She steeled herself for what would come and focused on looking for some opportunity for escape. The Comanche rigged her for transport in the usual bandit way. They cut a thin pole just strong enough to support her weight. It was about two and a half meters long. They threaded it behind her back between her elbow and wrist bonds. The Comanche lashed her ankles, thighs, and hips to the pole. Sometimes only the ankles and elbow ropes were attached, and that would be more painful. They were showing her that they could be merciful. The earlier speech and this were all part of a head game.
A Comanche in front of her and one behind her carried the pole on their shoulders. The trip down the incline to the arroyo below was slow. The Comanche picked their way carefully, but it will still jarring and uncomfortable for Stella. Once in the arroyo, it was easier for the rest of the trip to their camp.
The camp was several clicks further up the arroyo. It was also away from the bed of the arroyo and hidden in the trees.
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At the Rider Comanche's camp, Stella was lowered to the ground and untied from the pole. They untied her from the pole and stood her on her feet. Overhead, a sturdy limb was above them but higher than a tall man could reach. Two pulleys were attached to the branch, two outstretched arms distance apart. A rope looped through each pulley. They tied one end of a rope from one pulley to her wrists. They pulled the other end of the rope, and it lifted her hands behind her.
Stella knew she was not going to enjoy this the way she had with Carlos twice before. As the Comanche kept pulling the rope, it bent her over at her waist. They continued until her arms were at a very unnatural and painful angle from her body. The rope pulled her head and shoulders higher than her waist. Stella had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure on her shoulders. The end of the rope the Comanche had been pulling was tied off on a close-by tree. Stella's face was breaking out in a sweat. It hurt, and she knew it was only the beginning.
A Comanche untied her halter and removed it. Another was untying the rope around her legs. When the rope was off, he loosened her belt and pulled down her pants until they were bunched around her ankles. Stella knew that humiliating her was part of their process. Knowing that did not make it less unpleasant. They removed her pants from her legs and tossed the pants by the halter.
The Comanche leader said, “We will each give you a taste of what is to come. Then we will go for our meal while you think about what you will tell us.”
With that, the Leader swung a heavy blow with his right arm. His open hand hit Stella on her left cheek and ear, sharply rotating her head to her right. She moaned into her gag. Her head was ringing. Then he hit her with his left hand. Before her head stopped ringing from the blows, a second Comanche stepped up beside her. He delivered a powerful uppercut with his fist driving into her stomach. The impact was strong enough to lift her feet off of the ground. All of the air in her lungs expelled out her nose. Stella felt paralyzed. The pain from her abdomen spread instantly throughout her torso. She couldn't use her lungs, and she thought that she might die and end this. But there was a will to survive deep inside of her. As air seeped past her nostrils and into her lungs, she started breathing once again. She did not have enough awareness to know another blow was coming. He punched her high on her side. This punch cracked a rib.
Stella's mind was in turmoil as well as her body. She was thinking that their mental game was working. But if she wanted to stop and tell them what they wanted to know, she couldn't. Her gag made her unable to communicate. A third Comanche standing behind her was holding a heavy leather belt. He did a forearm swing and crashed the belt into her right hip and buttock. Stella lurched forward as far as she could bound as she was screaming into her gag. The Comanche continued with a backhand swing that caught her left hip and buttock.
“I thought I was getting a taste from each," she thought. "This is a full plate." Tears wanted to pour out of her eyes, but she fought them down. She couldn't help reacting to the pain but didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She was also fighting to stay conscious. She could feel blackness waiting to engulf her. But if she lost consciousness and hung limply from her hands pulled high behind her back, tendons and ligaments would tear, and she would be crippled for the rest of her life, which didn't look to be very long.
The fourth Comanche was standing in front of her, and she saw him start his open-handed swing. Instead of her face, he slapped hard against her right tit. Being bent over from her hands being pulled high behind her put her breasts in a very vulnerable position. The reaction of her nerves clamped her diaphragm, stopping her breathing once again. Before she regained the use of her lungs, he swung again with his other hand hitting her left tit.
The bandits walked away to prepare their meal, leaving Stella hanging painfully from her hands. She slowly restored her breathing. In her mind, she had many fears. Her pain was excruciating. She did not know if she could endure it without telling them what they asked. She feared failing the Alliance and Ralph Rider. Most of all, she feared failing Carlos. If she had submitted to his will, she would not be here. She was almost ready to do anything to stop the pain.
The Comanche were satisfied that they had softened her up for questioning.
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Wow, if that is softening up, I wonder what the real interrogation will be like. I feel sorry for Stella, but this is partly her own fault, as she could have made the trip with protection of the others, but she decided to go alone.
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oh, wow, this canm't hardly be called a 'cozy, consensual session in the mating season'. Hold out, Stella, hard times are coming, but rescue will come and so will vengeance, I am sure!
Great writing!
Great writing!
The softening up was pretty harsh. The question will be: How long can Stella resist till help is on the way? Very detailed and intriguing description of Stella´s Torment. Also the Construction of the Chapter. First the Rescue Party then Stella´s Torment by her Captors. Well done [mention]GreyLord[/mention] !
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Very nice addition. The start of the chapter already suggested Stella might be in trouble, and that hint did not feel like a spoiler to me but wanted me to read further to read what had happened to her. Also, the choice of bondage of the Comanche was very well done. It was cruel, primitive, and lacked any sort of kindness. Maybe the beat-up was a little too much, but that is your choice. Well done!
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A real interrogation is unpleasant, isn't it? Thank you, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. I think you will find more than one surprise in the next chapter.slackywacky wrote: ↑2 years agoWow, if that is softening up, I wonder what the real interrogation will be like. I feel sorry for Stella, but this is partly her own fault, as she could have made the trip with protection of the others, but she decided to go alone.
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My desktop is surviving but with less disk space than I want. Nothing money can't fix. It's a good thing this site pays so well.
Thank you, [mention]Nainur[/mention]. No, nothing cozy this time. And, I am sure that you are right!
Your comments are appreciated very much, [mention]Caesar73[/mention]. I'm glad you like the way I have organized the presentation. Your questions will be answered in two days.Caesar73 wrote: ↑2 years ago The softening up was pretty harsh. The question will be: How long can Stella resist till help is on the way? Very detailed and intriguing description of Stella´s Torment. Also the Construction of the Chapter. First the Rescue Party then Stella´s Torment by her Captors. Well done @GreyLord !
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The Comanche are not sadist but they are determined to extract the information they want from Stella and are indifferent to her suffering. Thank you for your kind comments, [mention]Beaumains[/mention].Beaumains wrote: ↑2 years ago Very nice addition. The start of the chapter already suggested Stella might be in trouble, and that hint did not feel like a spoiler to me but wanted me to read further to read what had happened to her. Also, the choice of bondage of the Comanche was very well done. It was cruel, primitive, and lacked any sort of kindness. Maybe the beat-up was a little too much, but that is your choice. Well done!
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Silly Stella, could have avoided the trouble by sticking with the plan and going the next evening. And I suspect her troubles are not over just yet.
"If we didn't have darkness, how could we appreciate the light?" I agree with that statement.
"If we didn't have darkness, how could we appreciate the light?" I agree with that statement.
As much as I like the consensual bondage between Stella and Carlos I must admit that Its good to see a return to the story's origins, with Stella being very much non-consensually captured and tied up. I'm sure that she'll get rescued or that she'll manage to escape, she's no helpless damsel in distress after all, according to what we know she's a fully fledged bandit, but on the meantime, badass or not, she'll have to endure.