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DIY you say? Maybe my mind is in the wrong place (this forum, that is), but that sounds like someone will get tied in a very creative manner. Sadly, this is likely not the case. Good luck!
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Did not know tha abreviation but I wish you the best nevertheless, [mention]slackywacky[/mention] !
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago DIY you say? Maybe my mind is in the wrong place (this forum, that is), but that sounds like someone will get tied in a very creative manner. Sadly, this is likely not the case. Good luck!
Oh, I did get lucky, and it was partly DIY (Do it yourself, [mention]Caesar73[/mention], and no home renovations this time) but only once. To tired to play at the end of the day after several hours of DIY (the regular ones) as that leak in the roof did not fix itself.

I am back to writing (although I still have some work in the house to do). I expect an 'All in the family' update tomorrow.
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Chapter 63

“I hope my driver will do as well as last time.” Elsa stated, sitting in the passenger seat of Wynonna’s Ford Tempo.

We were on the way from our hotel in Vegas where we spend the night, to the racetrack, about 30 minutes outside of town. The racetrack is right next door to Nellis AFB and is easy to reach using Interstate 15. Traffic was not too busy, the Saturday races in the Xfinity class don’t attract the same crowds as the Sunday Cup race would have, but often the lower class of race cars would be more interesting than the highest class.

“I know I told you before, he is not racing today. Hamlin will be racing tomorrow.” I grinned.

We had the same thing when we were at Daytona, but I could understand if you were not familiar with the different classes of Nascar that it could be confusing.

“Okay, so who am I rooting for today?” She asked me.

Elsa looked great today, dressed in a FedEx blue crop tee with the car #11 driver on it and bright blue shorts that fit her like a second skin. White sneakers on her bare feet and a FedEx baseball cap on her head. her hair in a ponytail, completed the picture. I knew her looks would attract attention at the track, and to be honest, it would attract attention anywhere she would go. We already noticed that when we went for breakfast earlier this morning at the hotel.

“You make people stare at you.” I grinned while grabbing breakfast.

Elsa laughed and kissed me, which made a few people in the room look away.

“I’ll be rooting for the #22.” I stated.

“Who is that?”

“Team Penske driver Austin Cindric.” I replied, paying attention to the road, as we were getting closer to the track.

After getting back to the hotel last night, I had untied Elsa in the parking garage and we had made our way to our room, ordering in for dinner, as the rope marks on Elsa’s body where hard to hide.

“Oh, that feels good, not being tied up for a while. That was mean, keeping me tied for so long.” Elsa said.

“What you mean, it was only like 8 hours?” I grinned, acting like it was not a big deal.

“I’ll keep you tied up for eight hours, let’s see what you say after that.” She replied, a big smile on her face. “I think I had enough for a while.”

“I suspect you do, but you never used the safe word, so I kept you tied up.”

“Little hard to say it with a gag in my mouth.” She laughed, knowing well that we had more than one signal to indicate an issue.

I grabbed hold of her, while she was walking up to the elevators, and turned her around, facing me.

“Thank you for being in my life and allowing me to do this to you.” I said, before kissing her.

The evening had been nice, a bath for Elsa, us relaxing on the bed, the cuddling, enjoying each others company, it just felt great. As Elsa had stated, she had been tied up long enough that day, so I left the ropes stashed away. We talked a lot about this and that, but nothing specific, which seemed fine with both of us. There was a lot of laughing and at times I lost my train of thought again when I was staring in those blue eyes of this hot woman. The sex just before we went to bed had been relaxed too, nothing forced, just a lot of cuddling, kissing and a few orgasms for both of us. It was nice just to be with the two of us. We had not been alone for a while, and I think we needed a night like this. By midnight we were both asleep.

“Isn’t #2 your driver? Or am I mixing the classes up again?”

It was funny to see Elsa play the dumb blond, because I knew she was a very smart woman as an undergraduate at the university in Uppsala, Sweden.

“Yes, #2 in the Cup cars and #22 in the Xfinity.” I answered her question. “Both are Penske cars.”

The sun was shining, and it would be a warm day, the temperature could reach 95 degrees at the track. Elsa came prepared, as she was rubbing suntan lotion on her exposed skin, which was a lot with the minimal clothes she was wearing.

“If I am rooting for Hamlin in the Cup series, who should I be rooting for in the Xfinity series?” Elsa asked.

“You could be rooting for the #54. It has various drivers during the season, today Kyle Busch will be racing it.”

“Isn’t he driving in the Cup race too?” Elsa asked me, surprising me with the fact that she knew the name.

She grinned, as she could see the amazement on my face.

“Euh… yeah, he is. He is one of those drivers that you either like or hate. Occasionally drivers from the Cup cars will race in the Xfinity class.”

“Isn’t that cheating?”

“Let’s say that the jury is still out on that one.” I grinned. “Some people like it, some hate it. Nascar fans can be very passionate about their sport.”

Signs along the interstate indicated that we were getting close to the track, as we were told to stay in the right lane. The state police had taken precautions to guide traffic to the parking lots. We followed the signs for the general parking, and it did not take long before we had parked. It was funny to see the old Ford Tempo between all these new, and in most cases sporty, cars. When Elsa got out of the car, fixing her ponytail, and showing off her curves, the attention of the people around us switched from the old car to the Swedish blonde. The crop tee showed a lot of cleavage and people stared at her, some, mostly younger men, whistled at her and I figured that some were taking her picture on their cell phones. It was just after 11 AM, the race would start at 2 PM, so we had enough time. We were early, as Alana’s show was at noon, and we did not want to miss it.

“Need a ride?”

A young woman working for the track based on her clothing, drove a golf cart from the parking lot to the entrance, and was looking for new passengers.

“Sure.” Elsa said.

Elsa sat down next to the driver, while I settled in on the row behind them.

“Hi, I am Selina, welcome to Las Vegas Motor Speedway.”

“Thank you. I am Elsa, the guy behind you is Jack.”

It was not a very long drive, we could have walked it, but it was nice to get a ride.

“Did you purchase your tickets yet?” Selina asked.

“Yes.” Elsa showed her ticket.

We had purchased the standard lanyards with the plastic ticketholder to keep our tickets in.

“Oh, you are VIP’s, I will take you to the VIP entrance. You should have parked in the parking area assigned to VIP’s instead of the regular parking.”

I had not really examined the tickets that Alana had provided us. I had seen that they gave us access to a lounge, but there were many at the track.

“I had not seen that. Thank you. But you can drop us off at the fan zone. We want to look around first.” I answered.

“No problem. Just head to the VIP entrance when you want to enter the track. They will direct you to the elevators that lead to the VIP lounges.”

It did not take long to drive to the fan zone, a large area in front of the main entrances. There were several events going on and, as usual, vendors were present to sell their stuff. Some drivers, the more famous ones, like Kyle Bush, had their own trailers selling merchandise, but most teams had their own trailers. And by the looks of it, they were doing good business, as it was busy at almost all of them. After saying thank you to Selina, Ella and I walked hand in hand around the different areas. As in the parking lot, men stared at Ella, who was enjoying the attention.

“Want to drive a Ford Mustang?” A young man asked us at an open area on the side of the main fan area.

Several cars, all Fords as it was the Ford Driving Experience, were parked and when I looked closer, I saw a track layout on the ground.

“Sure, I said.”

“I’ll drive.” Elsa said to my surprise.

It made me think about how much I did not know yet about this woman I was going around with. I assumed, but did not really know, that she had a drivers license. Obviously, she did, as the guy who checked it accepted whatever she had shown him, and he pointed us to one of the cars. At a closer look I noticed the car he pointed us to be a Ford Mustang 2021 Mach-E, the all-electric version. I had never driven one and I assumed neither had Elsa. After strapping in, Elsa took a moment to adjust the seat and mirrors, before driving around the track. It was weird driving an all-electric car, if you are used to a big diesel engine rumbling in your truck. Elsa drove the car over the circuit and stopped at the finish line. It was not a big circuit, just 6 turns, so it did not take long to go around.

“You are allowed to go faster.” The guy at the start/finish line said to Elsa, a grin on his face.

“I can?” She asked.

“Sure, just floor it.” He replied.

I am still not sure if he meant what he said, but Elsa slammed her foot on the gas and the Mustang took off with spinning wheels, smoke, and loud screeching. The start pushed us back in the seats, although Elsa was prepared for it. The move surprised me. Without saying a word, she turned the car into the first corner, drifting it easily around the corner with more smoke coming from the tires, turning into the next opposite corner. The next few corners were driven just as impressive, and it did not take long before she came to a stop at the finish line again with squealing tires.

“Was that better?” She asked the guy at the start, who was staring at her with open mouth.

Elsa unbuckled herself and got out of the car. It took me a few more seconds to come to grips with what just happened. Fiddling with the five-point safety harness took me a couple more seconds before I got out.

“Where did you learn to drive like that?” The guy asked after he finally stopped staring at Elsa.

“Rally school in Sweden.” She replied before walking to the exit.

It was obvious that her drive had attracted more people, as she got a small applause from the people watching when Elsa exited the Driving Experience area.

“Nice driving.” A blond woman dressed in a bright yellow short summer dress said to Elsa.

She was linking arms with a guy, but my attention went to the woman. She looked a little older than Elsa, but was the same height and had, like Elsa, past her shoulder blond hair, done up in a ponytail. Vibrant green eyes stared into the world and the summer dress showed off her curves. I tried not to stare, which kind of made me giggle, as I was doing the same to this woman as other men were doing to Elsa.

“Thank you. It was fun.” Elsa replied.

I caught up with Elsa who was on her way to the main stage area.

“You did not tell me you could drive a car like that?” I said.

Before answering she lined her arms into mine and we walked further along the fan zone area.

“My father thought it was good if you know how to control a car in all different weather conditions. So, he sent us to rally school. It was fun to do.”

“You are full of surprises.” I grinned, kissing her.

“Let’s head over to the show stage area, it is almost noon, Alana will be on soon.”

We walked over to the main stage which was occupied by somebody interviewing some drivers for today’s race. There were about 200 people standing in the spectator area. We stood to the right side, a few rows back and watched the interviewer closing out his interviews. The interviewer stood in front of a curtain, so we had no idea what was behind it, but we found out quick enough, as the interviewer ended his last conversation and introduced Alana.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on the stage, from the Golden Gate Casino in Las Vegas, our queen of the escape, Alana.”

He stepped back and the curtains opened, showing an empty stage with Alana standing in the middle of it with a microphone in her hand. She was dressed in a skin-tight blue swimsuit, showing lots of skin and cleavage. It was obviously made to show off her body. Her blond hair done up in a ponytail.

“Welcome to Las Vegas Motor Speedway sponsored by the Golden Gate Casino.”

After completing her standard commercial talk for the casino, she looked over the crowd.

“Many people think that escapists use tricked out equipment, and sometimes we do, I agree. But today I will be showing you that we can also escape, mostly, from regular rope.”

The crowd laughed at her sentence.

“For this trick I will need five brave volunteers. Let’s see…”

Alana walked to the edge of the podium and picked out three strong looking men. While they walked onto the stage, stagehands brought a rolling platform out onto the stage with three steel poles.

“Now I need two brave young ladies…” Alana said, looking over the crowd. “How about you?”

I could see the grin on her face when she selected Elsa. The crowd focused on Elsa and started to cheer, leaving Elsa little choice as to nod and walk up to the stage. Alana was already examining the rest of the public.

“How about you, miss?”

When I looked at who she was talking to, I saw it was the woman we had met at the Ford Driving Experience. Another cheer went up when the woman, after looking at the man she was with, nodded and approached the stage.

“Okay, tell us your names and where you are from.” Alana said, holding the microphone up to the first of the three men.

“I am Mark from Las Vegas.”

“Josh from Winnipeg, Canada.”

A few people cheered when he mentioned where he was from. Probably people that were travelling with him.

“Bruce from San Francisco.”

This caused another group in the crowd to cheer. Alana waved her arm that was not holding the microphone.

“Ladies, Mark, Josh and Bruce.”

The females in the crowd cheered. All three men were dressed in jeans and t-shirts, and I figured they were roughly my age. Alana walked over to Elsa and the other woman.

“And you are?” She asked Elsa.

“Elsa, from Stockholm, Sweden.”

There were loud cheers and a few men whistling as Elsa introduced herself.

“And last, but not least, you are?” Elsa asked the other woman on the stage.

“I am Linda, originally from Vaughn, Montana.”

“Gentlemen, I present Elsa and Linda.”

This time the men cheered. Alana was good at working the people watching the show. It had gotten busier since her show had started.

“Are we ready to see some escapism?”

The crowed cheered.

“I can’t hear you.” Alana said, which resulted in a louder response.

She waited a moment for the cheers to die down.

“Okay, let’s get tied up.”
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So Elsa has more hidden qualities: Rally Driving :) And Jack is checking out Linda - naughty boy! But honestly who would not check out Linda? I am already enjoying this cross over of two of my most favourite Storíes very much.
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I see good times ahead in this story. [mention]Caesar73[/mention] is right. The crossover will be good.

Everything you write about Elsa is wonderful, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. It's good to have this story moving again.
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I absolutely love your writing. Even when rope is far from the point you manage to make every beat enjoyable to read. I love the crossover too.
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Excellent update. Love the slow rolling of the whole event and ultimate cross over of your two amazing stories. It flows so naturally and the level of detail you provide. Great cliffhanger leaving the reader wanting more and hoping the next update comes soon.
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I was not expecting two simultaneous updates, this is fantastic I adore both of these tales and am excited to see how the main characters interact. Great work.
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Elsa sometimes a bit too perfect: beautiful, smart, loves bondage, is in great shape, and also knows how to do rally-driving and karate. Is there anything she cannot do? Rally driving is a niche talent, so I'll allow it, but it kinda makes Jack seem quite 'boring' and 'normal' from his perspective, and I can understand his jealousy: She is way outside his league.

Jack checking out Linda will certainly cause more problems if he would succeed, but Robert will surely take great care of her, especially now.
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago Rally driving is a niche talent, so I'll allow it
Lots of very good race drivers (both Rally and F1) coming from Sweden. ;)
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[mention]Beaumains[/mention] said
She is way outside his league.
This keeps crossing my mind as well. I am wondering how the story can progress, [mention]slackywacky[/mention], in a way to bring Jack up to speed. I'm sure you will tell us in your own good time>
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Chapter 64

“Ladies and gentlemen, let me explain how this is going to work. And I apologize in advance to these two ladies who came up to the stage not knowing what we’re going to do to them.”

The crowd cheered. Linda and Elsa looked at each other and by the looks of it wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” Alana asked Elsa.

I had to grin, as I knew that Alana already knew the answer to that question. I suspected she was just playing the crowd.

“Yeah, a few times.” Elsa replied.

The crowd cheered again; a few people, all male, whistled.

“And you, Linda?” Alana asked the other woman.

“A few times.” Linda answered.

With three gorgeous blondes on the stage, everybody kind of forgot about the three guys on stage, but it was clear that they had not forgotten about the three women, as they had the best view of them all.

“Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. But first, let me introduce my assistants, please give a cheer for Mason and Gillian.”

The two assistants, both dressed in black pants and t-shirts, came walking up the stage carrying a see-through crate that was full of ropes and some other bondage gear.

“Behind me are three steel poles. Each pole is fixed to the steel frame base and the bar at the top. Everything is welded solid, there are no moving parts. Please check it out guys.”

Marc, Josh, and Bruce checked out a pole each and found them to be sturdy.

“Not moving.” Josh said when Alana asked him if the poles were solid.

“As you can see, my assistants have brought along a box full of ropes and a few goodies to keep us busy. Mark, Josh, and Bruce will get to tie the three of us to the poles and we’ll see who can escape. Mason and Gillian will assist them, making sure all three of us will be tied fairly identical and prevent us from getting hurt.”

The three male volunteers had huge smiles on their faces. I noticed again how Elsa was looking at Linda and Alana. I suspected she had way too much fun on stage for her to walk off stage and not go through with this. I was not sure about Linda since I did not know her, but I knew that Elsa would go all the way with Alana’s plan. For somebody who liked public bondage, as Alana’s mother had said, she sure had come up with a great idea.

“Looks like our women are in for a treat.” A voice next to me said.

It was the guy that was with Linda. During the on-stage introductions he had walked over to where I was watching the show.

“I am Robert.” He introduced himself.

“Jack is the name. How are you?”

We exchanged pleasantries, before focusing our attention on the stage again.

“The goal of this whole event is to see if a professional escape artist can escape before two innocents, or maybe not so innocent, volunteers.”

“Innocent volunteers.” I grinned.

“What are you laughing about?” Robert asked me.

“Elsa is not particular innocent with regards to getting tied up.” I told him.

Robert’s smile got bigger.

“Linda is a professional bondage model.” He grinned. “It sounds to me that Alana could have hardly picked any better volunteers.”

His statement explained why I had that nagging feeling that I had seen Linda before, I must have come across her on my frequent visits to bondage sites on the web. Something I had done very little since I met Elsa.

“It is a little rigged this selection.” Robert said.

I looked surprised at him.

“Why?” I asked.

“Gillian came up to Linda before the show and asked her if she wanted to volunteer and she explained what it would involve.”

“Ah, okay, yeah, that explains a bit. Alana already knew Elsa from earlier this week, so that was also not a completely random selection.”

“Which pole would you like, Linda?” Alana asked on stage.

Linda chose the left pole and a few seconds later, Elsa chose the middle pole, which meant that Alana got the pole on the right, as seen from the public. Each of the women walked to their chosen pole. Alana handed the microphone over to Gillian. Mason held up a roll of rope.

“The rope is brand new, bought from a Home Depot in town, the same type of rope you can by yourself.” Gillian explained, while Mason cut three similar lengths, 4 feet each, of rope from the roll.

“The ropes are all the same. Please inspect them and once done, select one of our lovely ladies and tie their hands behind their backs and behind the pole. Please remember these are living breathing women, not innate objects.”

The crowd laughed. Each of the male volunteers grabbed a rope and inspected it as instructed. Mark walked over to where Linda was standing, and he gently guided her arms behind the pole and tied her wrists. Josh and Bruce followed suit, with Josh picking Elsa and Bruce, being last, walking over to where Alana was waiting. It seemed that Bruce took extra care in tying Alana.

“Now take the next ropes, which Mason has just cut from the role, and tie their feet. Mix up who you tie, so that not one person is tying the same volunteer.” Gillian said.

From where we were standing it was hard to see how the wrists were tied, as the women were facing us, their wrists were behind their backs, but the ankles we could see. It was obvious that Josh was the most experienced, as he cinched the rope, while Mark seemed less experienced. Not that it mattered too much, as both Mason and Gillian were helping by giving them hints on how to tie the women.

“You have tied somebody up before, Josh? Something to do during the long winter in Canada?” Gillian asked him when she noticed his apparent experience.

“Euh… yes, my girlfriend.” He replied, waving to a woman in the crowd.

This caused the crowd to cheer and the woman, an attractive redhead, to turn red.

“Time for the elbows, gentlemen.” Gillian said, pulling the attention back to the stage and away from the blushing woman, who seemed happy that everybody watched the stage again.

Mason gave each of the men a 9 feet long rope and they walked behind the three prisoners on stage.

“Remember, Alana is a professional escape artist and very flexible, she can have her elbows tied together behind her back, but Linda and Elsa might not, so be considerate gentlemen.” Gillian said.

With Josh standing behind Elsa, I could see Elsa say something to him, but with no microphone around, we could not hear what she said, but based on the way Josh pulled her elbows together, I suspect she had told him that she could have her elbows touch. The poles were thin enough for the women to be able to have their elbows tied together behind the poles. It was also obvious that having their elbows pulled together made their breasts stand out even more. Elsa crop tee was short enough to now show the bottom of her breasts and it was clear that people saw that as a few men whistled while Josh tied her elbows together.

“Maybe not the best choice of clothes to wear today.” I said to Robert, who also had noticed the possible wardrobe malfunction.

‘I bet she did not plan on getting tied up.” He grinned.

Linda’s summer dress covered more skin of the very good-looking woman than either Elsa or Alana, but having her elbows tied still forced out her breasts and it did not take a genius to spot she, as were the others, was not wearing a bra.

“Happy?” Gillian asked Bruce after he had tied Linda’s elbows.

“Sure am.” He replied, looking back at the helpless blonde.

Again, from our standpoint, it was hard to see how the women were tied, as they were facing us, but based on the way the arms were pulled back, all three had their elbows tied together.

“But we are not done yet.” Gillian announced.

Mason had cut off three very long pieces of rope from the roll. He handed them to each of the three male volunteers.

“These ropes are to fix the women to the poles. The only rule is no ropers around the neck, we want our ladies to be able to breath. Bruce and Mark, follow Josh’s lead, so all three prisoners will be tied the same.”

The fact that Gillian used the word ‘prisoners’ caused some men in the crowd to cheer, probably a few guys without partners. And it did not get unnoticed by Robert and me that she asked the most experienced volunteer to lead the way in tying the girls. This show was hitting the right buttons for most men that were standing around watching it. And since the show started, the crowd had almost doubled.

“Make sure it is nice and tight.”

Josh stepped in front of Linda and selected the middle of the rope and started to wrap it both ways around Linda, just above her breasts. I could see he said something to her, and Linda reacted with a smile, but we could not hear what was being said. Maybe he was apologizing for touching her in certain places, as he ran the rope several times around her body above and below her breasts, cinching it at her back. Both Bruce and Mark followed his lead, Bruce trying Alana again, leaving Mark to tie Elsa, which was probably the most interesting, as her t-shirt was only barely covering her assets.

“Come on Bruce, you can make it tighter than that.” Gillian said to him when she inspected his ropework. “We want to give Alana a challenge, not make it easy for her.”

Her taunt made him pull harder on the ropes, which was exactly what she had intended to happen. Gillian watched the three women getting tied tight against the pole. They had never done this routine before, it was a design from Alana herself and Gillian was not even sure Alana would be able to escape, the ropes looked very secure. She knew about Alana’s bondage desires, as she had tied her up several times, both on and off the stage, so she did not mind pushing the volunteers to do a good job.

“Come on guys, cheer our volunteers on.” She said in the microphone to the crowd.

There were a few additional cheers when Josh, followed by Mark and Bruce, ran the rope between the legs of the women they were tying up, running it around the pole and back between their legs again. It was probably as close to a crotch rope Josh could get away with, without crossing the line.

“Interesting tie.” Robert said, looking amused at the stage.

The ropes they were given were long, so they managed to wrap the three women all the way from just above their breasts to their ankles. They would not be going anywhere; they were tied tight against the poles. You could see the ropes cutting in the skin of the now very helpless women.

“Looking good, right guys?” Gillian asked the crowd, which resulted in another round of cheers. “But we’re not done yet.”

Mason handed each of the three male volunteers a black spandex hood, which they used to cover the heads of the three pole tied women. I wondered what Elsa was thinking now that she could no longer see.

“These spandex hoods are double thickness, and they block out all light, so our three ladies can’t see what is coming next.” Gillian announced. “But they are breathable, we want to keep our guests alive.”

“There is more?” I grinned.

To my surprise, Mason handed Josh, Mark, and Bruce a ballgag each. They were bright yellow balls with a leather strap.

“Know how to apply this, Josh?” Gillian asked, hinting at his bondage experience.

He grinned when he walked up to Alana.

“Open up ladies, the men have a present for you.” Gillian stated, causing another round of cheers from the crowd.

I was not sure of the size of the gags, they didn’t look too large, so probably a 1.5-inch ball, but they went on top of the spandex, so they would fill the mouth at least a decent amount.

“Nice and tight, we don’t want them to spit them out.” Gillian told the men.

I grinned as I noticed each of the three men pulling the straps of the gags tight, silencing the three pole tied women. Not that they had been saying much. I wondered what a volunteer would have thought about the whole experience if they were not into bondage, but Gillian would probably not have selected them as volunteers.

“Josh, Mark and Bruce, thank you for helping out. I know it was a chore, but somebody had to do it. As a reward, here are VIP tickets for the race today for you and your partner. Ladies and gentlemen, give them a round of applause.”

Mason guided the men off the stage, leaving Gillian with three tightly tied women alone on the stage.

“This is Vegas… Anybody want to wager a bet on who will escape?” Gillian addressed the crowd. “Just kidding, judging by the way these three women were tied up, I believe no one will escape.”

More cheers from the crowd.

“But we’ll give them a chance.”

Mason rolled a big clock onto the stage, making sure to not block the view of any of the tied women.

“We’ll give them 15 minutes. Mason, start the clock. Ladies, feel free to escape.”
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[mention]slackywacky[/mention] Another nice one.
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My post here must be almost the same as in BMBC. Of course, welcome [mention]slackywacky[/mention] back. And Elsa, Linda, and Alana tied to poles on the same stage are stil like having a dream come true. Great work!
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[mention]slackywacky[/mention] Welcome back. You were missed my friend.

Amazing update. Love your writing style. Great stuff. Love Elsa's outfit and how the women were tied. Especially love them all being hooded and ballgagged. Hot. I thought it was going to be a smiley face yellow ballgag but love the color contrast. Keep up the great work and look forward to reading more of your stories.
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Well written, love the details.
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Another great update!

When will you be publishing??
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Sorry for the delay, dealing with some health issues, but I did manage to get an update done, so see below.
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Chapter 65

“Ladies, feel free to escape.”

All three women looked hot, standing tightly tied against the metal poles. The weather was warm, perfect for a race, and the crowd cheered the three helpless women on. It looked to me that neither was making any headway in getting out. I figured that even if they could get their wrists loose, the elbow rope would be a lot harder to escape from. The crowd had grown while the show was going on and there were lots of people taking pictures of the three bound ang gagged females. Not everyday you would find hot women tied up in public. I noticed that Elsa was going at it her usual calm way at first, feeling around for weaknesses, but, as far as I could tell, there was nothing for her to find. Both Alana and Linda had the same strategy, none of the women went crazy and wildly fought the ropes. Might have been interesting to see, as I feared that Elsa’s top might not have survived it.

“You think they will escape?” I asked Robert.

“I suspect they are fighting a losing battle.” Robert answered, looking at the clock going past the 10-minute mark. “And 15 minutes is really not that long to escape.”

“Yeah, I agree.” I added. “I wonder what happens if none of them escape.”

“We’ll see in 9 minutes.” Robert grinned.

The crowd cheered when Alana got her hands free. Neither Elsa nor Linda had made any progress, although both were giving it a good try, changing strategy to fighting their bonds. The cheer from the crowd seemed to have given them even more incentive to get free.

“Just 8 minutes to go.” Gillian announced.

I loved looking at Elsa. She showed lots of skin and the tight ropes enhanced her trim body. Something stirred in my pants, but I knew I had to behave, since we were in public. The clock showed how seconds passed without any of the three getting any closer to getting free.

“Will they escape? Will Alana beat them?” Gillian’s voice came from the speakers.

The crowd cheered, calling out. I figured even hooded and gagged, the enthusiasm of the crowd would rub off on the women on stage. I looked over at Robert, who was intently watching Linda, much as I was watching Elsa.

“Reaching 5 minutes.” Gillian announced.

Linda and Elsa could not see that Alana got her wrists free, but they could hear the crowd cheer. Being hooded prevented them from seeing who the cheers were for, but both guessed correctly that it was probably Alana. Their fingers tried again to find the knot that would allow them freedom again, but just as all the previous attempts, there was nothing to find. The knots had been tied out of reach of their fingers. All three women had a sheen on their skin from sweating a little.

“She’s pretty good.” I said to Robert, indicating Alana.

“Think she is cheating?” Robert asked.

“If she is, I do not know how.” I replied. “Unless all ropes are rigged, as the guys got to choose the ropes, and the women they used the ropes on.”

“Yes, I agree. I wonder if she escapes when I tie her.”

“We had the pleasure of meeting Alana earlier this week and when she got tied up, she did not escape. But I don’t think anybody would have escaped from that bondage.”

I took my Motorola phone out, opened the Google photo app and scanned through the photos until I found the photo I was looking for, showing Alana tied on the top floor of the hotel.

“That looks tight, and I would have to agree with you that I see nobody escape that bondage.”

“She did not escape; she was released a while later.” I stated, putting away the phone.

On the stage Alana had released some more of the rope, but it was easy to see she was limited in what she could do, due to her elbows still tied together. She had been able to move the long rope that held her against the pole, but not very much and most of it had probably to do with gravity helping. Her hips and legs were still tied as before. Looking at Elsa, her struggles got a little wilder, but it made no difference.

“One more minute to go.” Gillian announced and the crowd cheered.

I could see that Robert had figured out that Linda would not escape. And Elsa was in the same position. The clock ticked down and when the display showed four big zeros, Alana was the one who got furthest in escaping the ropes, while both Linda and Elsa were still as tightly tied as 15 minutes ago. They had stopped struggling, knowing that they would not escape. Only Alana gave it a last big effort, but it did not change the situation.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, neither Alana or our brave volunteers escaped the ropes applied by Josh, Mark and Bruce. However, it looks like Alana got the furthest in getting loose, so we’ll declare her the winner.”

I could see Elsa giving a big sigh and it looked like Linda grunted in her gag, but I was not completely sure of that, I could just imagine things. I would not have minded seeing the escape without the hoods, being able to see their faces would have made it more interesting for me, but I understood, at least I thought I did, the idea behind the hood, making it easier for the women to try to escape. On stage, Mason had released Alana, cutting the ropes and she walked to the front of the stage. Mason made no move to untie Linda or Elsa. And I could hear that Robert noticed the same, as he grinned just as I did.

“Did you enjoy that?” Alana asked the crowd.

Loud cheers erupted again.

“I bet you did.” She grinned. “Give a big applause to our two volunteers.”

Both Linda and Elsa fought their bonds again, probably wondering why they were not getting released.

“Keep an eye on the time, people, it is almost racing time. Go find your seats in the bleachers and enjoy the race and remember, you can find us every day on the Fremont Street Experience at the Golden Gate Casino.”

Alana waved to the crowd, which already started to disperse, as it was indeed getting close to racing time. Alana, Gillian, and Mason left the stage, leaving the two helpless females alone on stage. Both Robert and I stayed close to the podium, watching our women, but it did not take long for Alana to come to us from behind the stage.

“Enjoyed the show?” She asked.

She had changed into dark red shorts and a white bikini top, showing a lot of skin. Her hair was hanging loose around her face, a big smile showing her white teeth.

“It was fun. Did you ever escape doing this?”

“No, but this was the first time we did this. Basically, we came up with this last week, build the frame, stuck in on the trailer and made things up as we went along. I was pretty sure when Gillian had the men tie our elbows that we would not be escaping.”
We grinned.

“Nothing was planned on this other than we needed 2 volunteers. Elsa was a safe bet she would play along; I suspect we got lucky with Linda.” Alana said.

“I was surprised she went along.,” Robert said.

He gave a quick recap of the events that happened before they flew out to Las Vegas. To me it sounded she should have had enough bondage to last a lifetime, but obvious this woman loved getting tied up. I bet she could do without the dangers of a real kidnapping. It changed how I looked at Linda.

“Wow. That is one mentally strong woman.” Alana said when Robert was done, looking at the still tied Linda. “She looks pretty calm.”

A few bystanders kept watching the two tied females, cameras clicked while people took photos.

“I am not surprised.” Robert said. “She is used to tricks being played when she is tied up. Much like her best friend, Diana. Both have been on the receiving end of a lot of our pranks.”

Alana turned to Jack.

“Elsa might regret what she was wearing, but part of this show is to ooze sex-appeal and she definitely showed that. Thank you all for playing along. I know that Jack and Elsa already have VIP tickets for the race, I have some for you too, Robert. A thank you for Linda playing along.”

“Thank you, I think she will like that.” Robert said.

“Now, go release those women of yours and enjoy the race. I will see you later.”

Alana walked away and both Robert and I walked around the trailer to where the steps were, and it did not take long to release both Linda and Elsa. I removed the gag and hood first. When I pulled the hood off Elsa’s head, I could finally see those hypnotizing blue eyes again and for a moment I just watched them, forgetting everything that happened around me.

“Need some help?” Linda asked when she saw how I just stared at Elsa eyes.

Robert had been quick getting rid of the ropes and Elsa was now the only one left tied.

“Euh… What?” I stuttered.

“Are you going to release her, or keep her tied all day?” Robert grinned.

Now that Robert paid attention to Elsa’s eyes, he could see why I forget what I was doing, as Elsa’s eyes were drawing him in too.

“Oh, no.” Linda laughed and pushed Robert. “Stop it.”

Elsa grinned, while I started to untie her. After she was freed from the pole, she repositioned her shirt, so it covered slightly more of her breasts.

“Shall we go and watch a race?” Robert said.

We agreed and headed off the stage and walked towards the VIP entrance.
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WOW, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. That was hot and you kept the suspense at a fever pitch. Of course, as a devoted Elsa fan, I wanted her to do better. But there just wasn't a chance.
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Yeah, another chapter :D
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago WOW, @slackywacky. That was hot and you kept the suspense at a fever pitch. Of course, as a devoted Elsa fan, I wanted her to do better. But there just wasn't a chance.
I know a devoted Linda fan ([mention]Caesar73[/mention]) who was probably hoping Linda would escape. Sorry to disappoint :lol:
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My health has held me back a little (I am not a spring chicken anymore compared to most, not all :lol: ) but I am trying not to let that stop me. But constantly being tired does not help. I will try to give the next update a little faster.
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[mention]slackywacky[/mention] Nice chapter. Take care of yourself.
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slackywacky wrote: 2 years ago
GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago WOW, @slackywacky. That was hot and you kept the suspense at a fever pitch. Of course, as a devoted Elsa fan, I wanted her to do better. But there just wasn't a chance.
I know a devoted Linda fan (@Caesar73) who was probably hoping Linda would escape. Sorry to disappoint :lol:
You got me on this one [mention]slackywacky[/mention] - I would have really liked Linda getting loose, but this Chapter was fun nevertheless :)
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