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Love the use of the gag talk game to create dialogue even with Elsa not having the ability to speak, very cleverly executed.
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nayte4767 wrote: 2 years ago Love the use of the gag talk game to create dialogue even with Elsa not having the ability to speak, very cleverly executed.
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Chapter 49

“Almost there.” Elsa said, looking at the sign above the road.

“Yep, Vegas is only 45 minutes away. We’ll drop the trailers off and head to my place.”

“How long since you been home?”

“Around 11 weeks. But I call this truck home, the trailer is just my fixed abode.”

“Ooh, fancy words.” Elsa grinned.

“Jag försöker lära mig att tala svenska.” I said, although I suspected I probably butchered the pronunciation.

It had taken me a few days to get the text sound at least a bit as it should. Having Google help me out with how to pronounce it sure helped. I had been waiting for the right moment to try saying it.

“Bra, så nu kan vi prata svenska.” Elsa grinned, looking at me.

I looked at her, having no idea what she said. This woman, who had come into my life on that rainy day in Michigan, had totally changed my life. She knew I could not stop looking at her, with her hair done up in the customary ponytail, moving around whenever she moved her head. Those sparkling blue eyes that drew me in every time I looked at them.

“When is your next load?” She asked, while we got closer and closer to Vegas.

“I don’t have one yet. I am planning on taking a few days off. Maybe even do some camping, but I definitely want to show you around.”

“And show me off?”

I laughed. Sure, I would show her off when we were heading to the Casino’s, maybe a few shows. I had no trouble at all showing her off. I knew how men looked at her, especially when she was dressed as she did now, with shorts and a bikini top that accentuated her breasts.

“I don’t really have many friends. Being always on the road does not give you many options to create a group of people around you.”

We had followed Interstate 40 all the way along Albuquerque and Flagstaff until we hit Kingman, where we headed north on US-93 towards Las Vegas. There was lots of traffic and being the length I was, it took a lot of my concentration to not be a roadblock.

“I feel almost as if I am home.” Elsa grinned, seeing a sign along the road.

“Yeah, Santa Claus is here all year around.” I said to Elsa.

There was no town, the area was called Santa Claus. The landfill was probably the closet thing to a structure in the area. If you missed the sign, you would not know you passed it. The road was flat, with mountains, or hills, depending on your definitions, in the distance on either side. There was not much to see, other than sand and desert plants. The indicator on the dash showed it was 104 outside.

“Not far now until we cross into Nevada, we’re still in Arizona for now. When we get to the Hoover Dam, we will be in Nevada.” I told my passenger.

“Can we stop there?” She asked.

“Nope, not with these trailers, but we’ll visit it in the next few days. Maybe we’ll go camping in one of the National Parks.”

“The Grand Canyon?”

“We’ll see. It all depends on the weather.”

Mile after mile disappeared under the truck and we reached Hoover Dam. Unfortunately, even from a truck cabin you can’t see much of it. The bridge is at the top of the constructions, and you really need to be able to look down to see the interesting parts. But I promised I would take her for a visit.

“Now we’re almost there.” I said, while switching to Interstate 11, bypassing Boulder City.

Las Vegas came into view, and we followed I-11 until we hit I-215. From I-215 West it was only a few hundred yards till the exit for the drop off point. North Gibson Road was busy, and it took me a little while to get into the left lane to turn on to Mary Crest Road, but I made it without incidents. The drop off point was at Arrow Stage lines on Corporate Park Drive. Why I had to drop the trailers off at a bus depot was not clear to me, but they were expecting me, so that was good. It took only a few minutes to unhook the trailers and we were free to go wherever we wanted.

“I assume you need groceries?” Elsa asked me.

I nodded. It was only 4 miles to the nearest Walmart, so we drove over to East Lake Mead in Henderson and did our shopping. Which resulted in several bags full of groceries.

“It has been a long time I bought this much. Normally I am here for a day or two, but we might stay a little longer since I want to show you the area. We have a convenience store where I live, but that’s about it.” I grinned. “Ready to go to my place, or do you want to do something first?”

“It can wait, we have time. Let’s see where you live.”

“Okay.”

We took 582 out of Henderson and drove South, before taking US-95 South. Searchlight was just over 60 miles from Vegas, about an hour drive. I had warned Elsa that what I called home was just a trailer on a lot. No trailer park, no swimming pool, a few brushes, and lots of sand. US-95, also known as Veterans Memorial Highway, was not a great way to get into Searchlight. The first thing you saw was an abandoned gas station and a Denny’s, which was part of Terrible’s Roadhouse, a casino and restaurant.

“Terrible?” Elsa laughed when she saw the sign for the place.

“In spite of the name, it is actually rather good. It is rated the #1 restaurant in Searchlight. Maybe we’ll go for dinner there tonight.”

“Out of how many restaurants?” Elsa grinned.

“Euh, two.” I replied.

She laughed and shook her head, which made her hair move left and right. I turned right onto West Hobson Street, following it almost to the end. I was the last trailer on the end of the road.

“So, this is home?” Elsa asked when I pulled into the yard.

The area had no fence, and you could just walk out into the desert. There was a small garage building for my tools and space for a car, but it had been a while since I had a car in there. I did, or better said I paid somebody, to maintain the mobile home for me.

“Welcome to my home.” I said to Elsa.

I opened the front door and walked in, turning on the air conditioning, so that the place could cool down a little. The inside was standard for a mobile home. An outside balcony at the front, with double doors into the livingroom. Not that I ever used the balcony. The living room was spacious and had a couch and some seats around a table, with a separate 2-person dining area. No television, no fireplace. I was not home enough to need them. The kitchen was small but had everything I needed when I was home, like a microwave and a fridge.

“I don’t do much cooking when I am here.” I apologized to Elsa.

Two bedrooms and a bathroom completed the rest of the building. It was small, compared to modern homes, but it was all I needed. And I kept it in good condition, so it did not look like a student residence. Just as my truck and Elsa, I liked my things to be nice.

“Nice place, Jack.”

“Thank you.”

You could feel the air-conditioning starting to cool down the place.

“Let’s get the groceries in and all the other stuff.” I stated.

Normally I did not move my gear into my home, just my laundry, but since we were going to stay for a few days and I figured I get the truck serviced, I might as well empty it out for a change. It did not take long before we had the groceries stored away and our bags and clothes and other stuff on the couch. I even brought my Bondage Life magazines into the house. Elsa had already brought all the bondage gear we had acquired over the last few weeks into the house.

“Shower?” I asked. The heat and going back and forth to the truck had made me sweaty.

“Sure.” Elsa said, stripping of her few clothes right away.

For a moment I just stood there, looking at her. That beautiful body with the full breasts that defied gravity, the little patch of hair around her crotch, something I preferred over a clean-shaven area, and those eyes… those eyes that pulled me in every time I looked in them.

“Earth to Jack.” Elsa grinned.

She stood in front of me and lowered my pants and pulled my muscle shirt over my head.

“Show me the shower.” She said, pulling me towards the back of the trailer.

The bathroom was big, as it doubled as laundry room, but there was no tub, just a shower, which was good enough for me anyway. At least it was large enough to be able to get in together. We had fun cleaning each other, scrubbing each other, and rinsing each other. There was a lot of kissing going on too. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her crotch and more. It did not take long before I lifted her up and inserted my manhood in her, while holding on to her, her legs around me. We kept kissing, mouth to mouth, while Elsa moved up and down on my member and it did not take exceptionally long before I exploded.

“Hmmmm, I enjoyed that.” Elsa stated after I recovered.

“You did, did you?” I asked, kissing her neck. “I know something else you enjoy.”

I knew she had not had an orgasm, just me, but she did not seem to be upset by that, so I figured we could have some more fun. Soaking wet I picked her up and carried her to the door of the trailer, grabbing something from the couch on the way.

“Where are we going?” She asked, looking at me with question marks in those beautiful eyes.

“Outside.”

The sun was slowly setting, but it was still 97 and there was no wind. The clothesline in the yard ran between two metal posts and I brought her to the closest one. Without stopping, I cuffed her right arm to the pole.

“Kinky again, are we?” She grinned, shaking the cuffs, which caused a metallic noise.

I did not answer, but instead grabbed some sand from the floor and threw it at her wet body.

“He! Cut it out. I was just clean.” She half laughing said to me.

With her hand cuffed to the pole, she could not avoid me, and I covered her in more sand. The area was facing away from the neighbors, but even if it didn’t, they lived a hundred yards away. Changes they would see what was happening was not remarkably high.

“Oh, just you wait.” Elsa said when I threw more sand on her.

She grabbed dirt in her uncuffed hand and threw it at me. Most of it missed, but I did get some on me, however being outside in the heat was quickly drying our bodies.

“That was fun, but now I need a shower again.” I said to Elsa.

“Yeah, me too.” She grinned.

Before she knew it, I walked back to the trailer door and went inside.

“Jack!” I heard behind me before the door closed.

The smile stayed on my face the whole time I took a quick shower. When I was done, I dried off and dressed, starting to clean up the stuff we had dumped everywhere. I knew I had promised Elsa dinner, but with the Casino, and more important their kitchen, open 24 hours a day, I was not in a hurry. When I looked outside, Elsa had sat down next to the pole she was cuffed to in a meditative yoga position. It looked like she made the most of the situation she was put in, so I kept putting stuff away. I would get her later.
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Elsa always makes the most of whatever situation she is in. I wonder what she was like before her visit to the US and her discovery of bondage.
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Beautiful chapter: It is ever interessting to see, how much the relationship between Jack and Elsa has developed over time. Looking forward to the Camping outdoors :)
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Marvellous chapter, delightful to see how close the two of them are getting. The detail of the journey, the conversations and the interaction between them is wonderful.
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This story also keeps intruiging me. It has a certain flow that it does not seems to be written like a bondage tale. Long descriptions of the bonding process of Elsa and Jack and their travels seem for me to be the primary ingredient of the story. There are stoill countless scenes of bondage, but they are not forced in; For the characters all these scenes are logical and (almost) believable.
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Beaumains wrote: 2 years ago This story also keeps intriguing me. It has a certain flow that it does not seems to be written like a bondage tale. Long descriptions of the bonding process of Elsa and Jack and their travels seem for me to be the primary ingredient of the story. There are still countless scenes of bondage, but they are not forced in; For the characters all these scenes are logical and (almost) believable.
I very much appreciate your insights. You are a keen observer and reading your thoughts on the story, I have to agree. Yes, there is bondage, but the story is really about Jack and Elsa. I think it came to be that way due to story taking place in a truck, which means little space for extensive bondages and lots of time to talk. I did not write it on purpose that way, it just happened. For me, those moments of bonding (without ropes) are now indeed very important in this story.

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Every chapter im surprised of your ideas, it doesn't get boring, every new post ist a blessing for this site!
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As always, great update to this story
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nayte4767 wrote: 2 years ago As always, great update to this story
Thank you, much appreciated. And [mention]FabianStr2016[/mention], [mention]GreyLord[/mention], [mention]Caesar73[/mention], [mention]Beaumains[/mention] and [mention]tickletied84[/mention] , here is the new chapter. This will be chapter number 50.
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Chapter 50

“Hot damn.” I exclaimed.

Elsa smiled at me and twirled around, showing off the little black dress she was wearing with the black high heel shoes.

“I did not know you bought that.”

“Chyou showed it to me. We kind of hid it, so you did not see it. I wanted to keep it a surprise.”

“Wow, you look hot.”

The dress was following Elsa’s curves as it clung to her body. The bottom, a straight cut, just passed her hips, showing off her legs, that looked even longer now that she was wearing high heels. The dress had no sleeves and had differently cut front left and right areas. From the split, just below her breasts, the right side of the dress stopped just at the top of her breast, showing lots of cleavage without it looking trashy. A thin strap ran over her right shoulder to the back of the dress. The left side continued higher, almost to her neck, where a thin strap wrapped to the right around her neck to the back of the dress and the rest of the material ran over her shoulder to the back of the dress.

“Like it, babe?” Elsa asked.

She looked stunning. I noticed make-up, just a little, on her face, enhancing her natural beauty. She had braided her hair and hung it over her left shoulder, accentuating the cut of the dress.

“I don’t know what to say.” I said honestly. “You know we’re in Searchlight, right, not Las Vegas?”

I was quite sure she would have turned heads on the strip in Vegas dressed like this, but in Searchlight, people would be talking about her for days. The Terrible Roadhouse was not a dump, but it was not at the same level as the grand hotels in Vegas.

“I thought you wanted to show me off?” Elsa grinned.

“Oh, I want to show you off. That was true.” I laughed.

“You look pretty nice too, luv.” Elsa said, walking up to me and giving me a passionate kiss.

I had released her form the cuffs after I had showered, and she had some time to do whatever she had been doing in that yoga position. She cursed me for leaving her out there, naked for everybody to see, but when I asked her if anybody had come by, she shook her head.

“There are not many people that come by here. Searchlight has only around 400 people residing in town, and I do not live in the most desirable part of town. We don’t even have a traffic light.” I grinned.

Instead of replying, she had gone into the bathroom and an hour later had come out in that little black thing she was wearing, all done up. Since she dressed up, I dressed up a little, although we would probably be the best dressed people in the roadhouse. I was wearing long grey pants, they were Wranglers, and a light-yellow short sleeved blouse from Target, it was a change from my regular shorts and muscle shirt. It was about the best I could do, as I did not have much formal clothing.

“Ready to go? I am hungry and I don’t mind eating something else than truck stop food.” She asked me after we finished the kiss.

I agreed. The food was not bad at most truck stops, but it was not five-star quality. Not that the roadhouse was 5 stars, but it was not bad. We walked to the truck, and I opened the passenger door for her. It was kind of funny to see Elsa climb into the truck, as the dress was so short, I could see her black panties.

“Enjoying the view?” She said, while sitting down in the seat.

I just grinned and closed the door. The drive to the Terrible Roadhouse was only a few minutes and the parking lot was large enough to park a truck. Entering the restaurant, I noticed not much had changed since the last time I had been here, which was several month ago, including the hostess.

“Hello Jack, long time no see.”

“Thanks Wynonna. How are you?”

Wynonna was 32, a native American beauty with long deep black hair. We used to go to school together and had ended up as boyfriend/girlfriend during high school. She was also the first woman I had tied up. We had broken up after high school, but we were still good friends.

“Wynonna, meet Elsa.”

You could see that Wynonna was sizing up Elsa. Both were dressed in black, although Elsa’s dress was shorter than Wynonna’s. Both women were about the same height.

“Nice to meet you.” She said to Elsa, a friendly smile on her face.

Based on how well I knew Wynonna, I could tell that she meant what she said in a good way.

“You got him to dress up, that is something I never managed.” She grinned. “Follow me please.”

I told Elsa about my relation to Wynonna, while she guided us to one of the booths along the wall.

“Enjoy dinner. Your waitress is Jennifer.” Wynonna said before she went back to her hostess position, her hips swaying.

Elsa looked around and I could see she was not completely impressed by the place.

“Sorry, this is not Stockholm.” I grinned.

During the walk from the door to the booth, every pair of eyes in the room had clung to Elsa’s body, probably undressing her in their minds. And it was not just men that were looking. I knew Elsa had dressed up on purpose, we could have gone in shorts and t-shirts, but if I was going to show her off, she needed to make a statement, and that was something she surely did, dressed in the short black dress.

“Good evening folks.” The waitress said when she walked up to our booth. “My name is Jennifer and I’ll be your waitress for the night. Want to start with anything to drink?”

Jennifer was pleasing on the eye, but young, probably just out of school and trying to make some money. She put the menus down on the table and waited for us to order drinks.

“I’ll have a Rusty Nail.” Elsa said to my surprise.

“Euh…” I stuttered.

Her choice of drink had thrown me off. It just showed that there was a lot of things I did not know about Elsa yet.

“I’ll have Bud.” I finally said.

Elsa had to grin.

“We’re in a bar with lots of choice and you want a Bud?” She asked.

“Your choice of drink surprised me. I could not come up with something else.”

“I like Drambuie and I like whisky.” She said matter of fact. “Anything wrong with that?”

She gave me a little attitude, but I could tell it was played as she had a big smile on her face. She played with the braid of her hair that was hanging over her shoulder, looking at me.

“What’s up?” She asked, seeing how I was looking at her.

“I just thought about how much I do not know about you.” I told her.

“Okay, so when we get back to your place…” She leaned closer over the table to me, which showed off those magnificent mounds of hers. “You can tie me up and interrogate me.”

My groin reacted to that statement when I pictured it in my mind. Elsa ran a finger under my chin, teasing me. Her right leg played with my legs, rubbing up and down under the table, all the way up to where my manhood was desperately trying to escape its confines.

“Here are your drinks. Have you looked at the menu yet?” Jennifer asked when she brought the drinks, bringing me back down to earth.

“Euh… No, not yet.” I stuttered again.

We had been too busy doing other things, so now we both looked at the menu. I ordered the Porterhouse steak, which was rather good I knew from experience, and Elsa selected the catfish. Once we sorted the sides, Jennifer walked away to one of the ordering stations.

“Having fun?” I asked Elsa, her foot again playing with me under the table.

She just grinned.

“I have to go to the washroom.” She said, sliding out of the booth.

Everybody was following her with their eyes on her way to the where the washrooms were, including me. Elsa nodded to Wynonna, as she had to pass the hostess station to where she was going. While Elsa was gone, Wynonna came up to the booth. She looked darn good; it was just that we had been too young at the time to stay together as a pair.

“She’s good looking. Where did you find her?” She asked me.

I gave her the abbreviated version of how Elsa and I met. Looking at her beautifully sculptured face I noticed her eyes were looking sadder than I was used to. She had been much like Elsa, smiling eyes that drew you in.

“And how are you?” I asked her.

“Nah, not too bad.” She sighed. “I’m single again.”

“What happened to Adam?”

Last time we met, she was going to be married to Adam, a local boy.

“He got into the army, he is stationed in Europe and found a woman in Brussels, Belgium. He dumped me with a text message.”

“Who did?” Elsa asked, catching the last bit of the conversation.

At that moment our food showed up and Wynonna said her goodbyes, her shift was almost over.

“Feel free to drop by.” I told her.

We ate our dinner, which was rather good and had some more drinks, before we decided to leave and head back to the trailer. After paying, we walked out to the exit, not even paying attention to the slot machines. However, everybody at the slot machines was paying attention to Elsa as we exited the building. There was a man at the hostess desk that I did not know, Wynonna had already left. I just said goodbye.

“That was a nice meal.” Elsa said after we got into the truck.

“Yes, I agree. Ready to head back?”

“It is not like touring Searchlight seems to be high on the list of things to do.” Elsa grinned.

We drove back to the trailer. Just as we got there my phone rang. I turned the engine off and Elsa got out of the cab. I threw her the keys to the trailer.

“This is Jack.” I said in my phone while I watched Elsa go into the trailer.

The conversation did not last too long, but it was not a conversation I wanted at this time.

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can, but I am an hour away.”

We ended the call and I climbed out, heading in. Elsa came back from the washroom still dressed in her little black dress. I picked up one of the chairs from the dining set, chairs I had bought with what was about to happen in mind.

“Sit.” I told Elsa.

She gave me that coy smile again, that smile that said that she knew what I was planning, but she sat down silently. I grabbed a rope from the box I had put all our bondage stuff in and tightly tied her wrists together behind the straight back chair.

“Little tight!” Elsa stated, wriggling her wrists.

“Prisoners that are to be interrogated should be seen, not heard until I ask a question.” I said in reply.

I grabbed one of the torn bedsheets we used before and hung it around her neck. The little black dress had ridden up a little more and to the surprise of Elsa, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her black panties down, wrapped them up and placed them in her mouth. She was too surprised to even resist. By the time I had wrapped the bedsheet between her teeth, holding the panties in her mouth, she started to protest, but that was too late.

“Hmmmpppfffff.” She gave me a dirty look.

“Oh, giving me dirty looks, are we?” I asked, a smile on my face.

Elsa just nodded. I grabbed one of the other bedsheets and placed it over her eyes, tying at the back of her head, blindfolding her. I did not stop, I grabbed another rope and tied her elbows together, before I wrapped a rope around her waist and the chair, keeping her in place. The waist rope incorporated her wrists bonds, making sure she could not move much.

“Happy?” I asked her.

“Hmmppffff.” She grunted.

I had no idea what she said, and I did not really care. I tied a rope to her left ankle and pulled it back and up to there the seat and back of the chair met, pulling her leg of the floor. After doing the same to her right ankle, she was sitting pretty with her knees apart and unable to move much. I added a few more ropes, just for good measure, above her breasts and below them, including a few loops that went over her shoulders. I also connected her wrists to the bottom rung of the chair, pulling it tight.

“All done.” I said, standing back and looking at my gorgeous prisoner.

Maybe I had tied her a little tight, her flesh was bulging where the ropes bit, but I was not going to change it. Elsa had been tied tighter I figured.

“Okay, so here is what is going to happen.” I said in what I thought was a sinister voice, but all it did was make Elsa laugh. “I have to go into Vegas. We forgot to take the board for Alana out of the trailer. They are moving the trailers in a few hours, so I must do it now. You will wait here to be interrogated when I am back. Understood?”

On the one hand I didn’t want to go, there was this good-looking woman in a short dress sitting tied up in my trailer, but I knew I had made a promise to Mike, and Denise and I was not going to break that. I could have taken Elsa with me, but this gave her some time to reflect on things and it gave me an incentive to be back as soon as I could. It should be less than a two-hour round trip.

“Hmpf.” Elsa grunted, nodding.

I moved the chair around, so she was sitting in the middle of the living room, although she did not know that, and I turned most of the lights off, just a lamp standing between the two couches I left on. I quickly changed back into shorts and a muscle shirt; it was way to warm to run around in long pants. Now I was glad I had been drinking beer, instead of stronger drinks, otherwise I could not have gone to Vegas. I grabbed my phone and wallet and walked out, closing the door so that the warmth stayed outside. If I pressed my face up to the glass, I could see Elsa sitting, but from a distance, even as close by as my truck, all that was visible was the light shining through the blinds.

“Let’s get this over with.” I said, starting the engine, turning on the lights, and leaving the yard.

Inside the trailer, Elsa heard the engine disappear and she fought her bonds. She didn’t want to sit in the chair for 2 hours, but I had done a good job and she knew it. There was no way she was getting out of this predicament without help. Time slowly went by, until Elsa suddenly heard a car stop in front of the trailer. It was not the sound of the truck. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

“Hello, anybody home?”

Elsa heard the door open, which I had forgotten to lock.

“Oh, well, what do we have here?”
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Oh, what has Jack done! Left his new girl in the hands of his old girl....let's hope that Wynonna isn't the vindictive type!

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Is it ever going to cross Elsa's mind that Jack is often not very thoughtful about Elsa's well being? Even in the lowest crime locals there is always a non zero probability that someone may show up. And to not even have lock the door!

[mention]slackywacky[/mention], there have been numerous occasions during this tale that I have wished for a picture of Elsa. With her tied very helpless in that chair is one such.
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If Jack might regret not locking the trailer? :) Great cliffhanger!
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tickletied84 wrote: 2 years ago Oh, what has Jack done! Left his new girl in the hands of his old girl....let's hope that Wynonna isn't the vindictive type!
That is assuming it is Wynonna , I did not even put gender in the story... ;)
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As usual, a terrific cliffhanger. Somehow I expect Jack allowed his Wynonna to play a little with Elsa. There has to be a reason you introduced her knto the story, and as Jack as away and so can't fuck her in front of Elsa, something else has to happen.

Also, I can feel secondhand embarrassment for Jack, knowing many of the company have seen the board.
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You have done it again. Crafting a wonderful chapter with so many different elements, the teasing before they leave, building of tension whilst they eat and then the mystery of the phone call and Jacks departure leaving Elsa at someone's tender mercy.

Simply masterful writing. I cannot believe it has only been 50 chapters since the start of this wonderful story. It seems like jack and Elsa have done so much more than could be captured in such a small span.

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slackywacky wrote: 2 years ago That is assuming it is Wynonna , I did not even put gender in the story... ;)
True! Another twist in the tale?! The master of the cliffhanger (and Elsa :D )
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tickletied84 wrote: 2 years ago True! Another twist in the tale?! The master of the cliffhanger (and Elsa :D )
On the other hand, I did, as [mention]Beaumains[/mention] stated, introduced her into the story and even told her to drop by, so the chances are pretty good that whoever walked into the trailer is Wynonna. But... I have not written the next chapter yet. When I started this chapter I had the idea for the dinner and a tie-up at the end, the other characters, like Wynonna, developed while I wrote the chapter. So to be really honest, I have not the faintest idea yet why Wynonna (if it is going to be her) is at the trailer and what will perspire...
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Wow wow wow! That's all I can say!
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Very erotic chapter, I like that! I enjoyed the more classical bondage this time as well, and I cant wait for the next chapter :D
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Great chapter and update. Absolutely loved it.

Elsa looking amazing. The surprise panty gag was great. I enjoyed the introduction of Wynonna who I hope puts Elsa through the ringer. Maybe this mystery person will take Elsa to Makeout Point or the Searchlight Water Tower. Ha.

Is Searchlight a real place? This story is better than anything from Fox Searchlight Productions.

Bummed the interrogation got sidelined with the cliffhanger but great way to end the chapter. Will eagerly await the continuation.
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dogrednuht123 wrote: 2 years ago Is Searchlight a real place?
Yes, it is. It is an unincorporated town 40 miles south of Las Vegas, part of Clark County.
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Searc ... 14.9197005
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Post by DommeKirsten »

Cute, I have the feeling when he told her to pop round lol.

Could be fun next chapter :)
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