Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[slackywacky]

So you went for the glamour photo shoot

It fitted in the story, giving the photo of the character that I would cast as Elsa some background. Like you said at the time, the make-up was a little over the top for my Elsa, now we know why

[nayte4767]

Love how literally everyone in this story is into bondage, but then again if they weren't there would be no story!

[wolfman]

This is so great. It is almost as if Jack has an aura of submission around him that compels women to want to be tied up.

Love the playfulness of this story.

[slackywacky]

Love how literally everyone in this story is into bondage, but then again if they weren't there would be no story!

Very true. Not everybody will be openly playing, like Mike and Denise, or Alana, and not everybody has experience, like Sasha, but this is a TUG site

Thank you for reading and commenting.

[TayDay95]

Whew what a read! [mention]slackywacky[/mention] I love how you've been able to take such a simple premise, hell, one that's even been used a lot in bondage scenarios, and stretch it out into such a fascinating and wonderful story.

Seeing Jack and Elsa's relationship go through such a rollercoaster ride has been exciting as hell, it is kinda funny how literally everybody the pair come across happens to know or be into bondage but honestly that's part of the charm at this point lol

Elsa is gorgeous, feisty and a very cool and complex character, you've really done an excellent job with making me care about her and Jack. Also as someone who worked as a truck jockey for smaller deliveries I could tell from the first chapter you'd done real work as a driver haha, makes the story all the more authentic.

An excellent story from an excellent writer, you deserve all the praise you get and more slacky!

[slackywacky]

Seeing Jack and Elsa's relationship go through such a rollercoaster ride has been exciting as hell

This next chapter is part of the rollercoaster ride...

[slackywacky]

Chapter 56

“Room service.”

The accompanying knocking on the door of the hotel room woke me up. Looking up I could see on the clock on the nightstand that it was just after 10 AM. Which meant we had only been in bed for about 2 hours. Before I had a chance to say something the door opened and a young Filipino woman walked backwards into the room, pulling her cleaning cart partly in the room to keep the door open. She turned around and looked in the room.

“Oh… Euh… Sorry, come back later.” She stuttered with a heavy accent.

It was not hard to understand her reaction, as it is not everyday you walk into a hotel room with 4 naked women hogtied on the floor and the bed. Only Sasha reacted, trying to say something in her gag. She was closest to the door, lying on the floor on a blanket, and either had not slept at all or was woken up by the maid. The others to my surprise were still asleep. I leaned on my elbows, looking over Elsa’s bound body to the door.

“Thank you.” I grinned, feeling silly.

I was not getting up out of bed, since I was also naked, and there was no need to traumatize the young women even more. Obviously, we had not hung the ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door when we got back from the pool. We all had other things on our minds at that time and had forgotten about that little detail.

“Goodbye.” She said, before pushing the cart out of the room and into the hallway, the door closing behind her.

Elsa stirred next to me when I laid down again. She was lying on the side of the bed closest to the door on her right side, facing me. Her arms were tied at wrists and elbows with black rope, multiple tight wraps keeping her prisoner. If I remember correctly, some of the events of the night were a little blurry, Dominique had tied her in the hogtie after releasing her from the pole Elsa had been tied to. The pole ties had been just wrists only, allowing the prisoners some movement. I did remember that Dominique had given Elsa a few orgasms, but I could not remember how many, maybe because I was too busy playing with Sasha who was tied to the other pole.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” I said to Elsa, kissing her on her gagged mouth.

Her hair was a bit of a mess, mostly because I had applied the harness ballgag while she was already lying hogtied on the bed, and it is not an easy gag to apply and keep long hair in perfect shape. Since Elsa had wanted to try the harness gag, I had used it on her.

“Hmmppfff.” She softly grunted, looking at me with those blue eyes.

If I had paid attention, I would have seen a smile on her gagged face, but I wasn’t since I was staring in her beautiful eyes again and forgot all that was going on around me. Suddenly something kicked against my back on the side facing away from Elsa, which reminded me Elsa was not the only one lying on the bed. I was sandwiched between two naked and hogtied women, as Wynonna was lying on the other side of me. She had woken up and was trying to get my attention by moving her bound body against mine. Somehow, I figured that I was a lucky man as not for the first time, I had both Elsa and Wynonna tied up on my bed.

“Hmmppfff.” Wynonna grunted in her gag, a regular ballgag with a single strap.

She had moved back to lying on her left side so she could see what was happening and if I reacted. Not that much was happening, as I was still lying on the bed and the four women in the hotel room were all bound and gagged. I looked at Wynonna for a moment before I turned back to Elsa. Out of the four women, Elsa was probably tied the tightest. Dominique, who had tied her, had tied her wrists and elbows together, before tying her knees and ankles. After Elsa had laid down on the bed, she had been hogtied by Dominique, the ropes around her wrists and ankles were awfully close together, making it a tight hogtie.

“Washroom?” I asked her.

Elsa nodded. Behind me somebody grunted in her gag, probably indicating that she also needed to go. Wynonna, who also had been tied by Dominique, but earlier than the others, had not been tied as tight. There were a few inches between her wrists and feet. Her arms were only tied at the wrists and her legs only at the ankles, but she had a nice tight crotch rope to keep her happy.

“In a minute.” I said to Wynonna.

I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. I suddenly remembered that Sasha and Dominique needed to be at the Fitness event by 11 AM at the hotel and casino across the street, so I should untie them first. It had been a strange night. With Elsa and Sasha tied to the poles, Dominique had connected with Wynonna on the bed, ending in Wynonna being hogtied by Dominique, so that she could play with Sasha, who had been complaining, since I was playing with Elsa and ignored her. My headache reminded me that there had been a lot of alcohol, not only during our trip on the strip, but also in the hotel room, as Dominique had retrieved a few bottles from their room just after the two women were tied to the poles.

“Good morning ladies. Hope you had a pleasant sleep.”

Sasha grunted something in her gag. I could not remember who had gagged her, it could have been me, I just didn’t know. It had been me who had tied her, that I could remember, but the gag was another thing. And I also had no idea what was hidden under the wraps of duct tape that covered the lower part of her face. However, I did remember gagging and tying Dominique. That had been fun, as she played hard to get, and I had to use all my strength to get her tied up. She fought me hard, I probably had a few bruises from that experience, but in the end, she was hogtied too. Her gag consisted of a sock, one of mine, in her mouth and a torn bedsheet around her head to keep it in. I could not remember if it was a clean sock.

“Let me get you untied, as it is getting close to 11.” I said to Sasha and Dominique.

Untying Dominique was a lot easier than tying her up, as she did not fight me this time. After her arms were untied, which had been tied at wrists and elbows, I left her to untie the ropes around her legs herself. Her elbows had not been tied together, just close enough to put some strain on them as I did not know if she could handle that for a while.

“Roll-over on your front.” I told Sasha, before untying her arms.

She was tied like Wynonna, just wrists and ankles and the hogtie, but no crotch rope. After releasing her wrists, I left her to untie her own legs, like Dominique. Before she did her legs, she worked on the tape around her head.

“Ugh, that was not nice.” Sasha said after she unwrapped her gag.

Now I was sure that I had not gagged Sasha, as I would have remembered stuffing 2 pair of panties in her mouth.

“These were not clean.” She said, holding the two pair of panties up.

“I’ll use a different gag next time.” Dominique grinned, having removed her own gag. “Maybe Jack’s underwear, if you complain too much.”

“You would not.” She replied to Dominique's teasing.

“Try me.” Dominique grinned.

I stayed quiet, leaving the two women teasing each other while they dressed in the hotel provided bathrobes from the washroom, grabbing the few clothes they had worn last night from the floor. They only had to go down a few floors.

“We’ll be going to Old Vegas tonight, the Fremont Street Experience. If you are bored, you know where to find us.” I told them.

“We’ll see. We have a dinner to attend from the sponsor of the event, but who knows. Or check the pool when you get back.” Sasha said, winking at me.

Both women kissed me before leaving me alone with my own two ladies, who were still helpless on the bed. I remembered to hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door, I did not need another walk-in of the cleaning staff. Although, looking around, the room could use some cleaning.

“Oh, I need some more sleep.” I said, walking to the bed and lying down in the middle again between Elsa and Wynonna.

As I had expected, both started to complain in their gags.

“What is that? You want some more attention?” I grinned.

Turning towards Wynonna, I pulled on her crotch rope, which resulted in an angry grunt from the native woman.

“Hmmmpppfffff.”

“Sorry, I have no idea what you are saying.”

The large ballgag did a great job of keeping her quiet. Cupping her breasts, I looked her in the eyes.

“You let yourself get tied up by Dominique. Not my fault you are in this position. And yes, I know you have been tied for some time, but I really do need some more sleep.”

“Hmmppff.” Elsa mumbled something I also could not understand.

“Now, don’t you start also. Maybe I should use some more duct tape on these gags.”

Both women shook their heads. Wynonna sighed, giving up on getting released just yet. I knew I was pushing the envelope on what I could do, but it was fun to see how far they would let me go. And Wynonna might have resigned on staying tied up longer, Elsa did not sound like she was. Admittedly, Elsa was tied much tighter than Wynonna, which was probably my fault, as I had told Dominique that Elsa could handle tight bondage, after Elsa was already partially tied at wrist and ankles when I had said that, so she had been helpless to resist the added restrictions. I was kind of hoping she would not remember that. Just as I was hoping she would forget about me playing with Sasha, although I did not have high hopes about that one. So maybe, just maybe, keeping her tied for now was healthier for me.

“Hmmppff.”

Or maybe it was not such a good idea, looking at her face I could see she was starting to get a little bit angry. She fought her bonds, but they did not budge.

“Now hush, my dear.” I said, a smile on my face. “I might just push you off the bed.”

“Hmpf hmmppfff hmpf hmmppffff.” Elsa grunted, looking a little angrier.

Maybe it was the booze I had or the little sleep, but I reached out and pushed Elsa. Not awfully hard, but enough. With a gagged shriek she fell of the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Luckily, the beds were not high, and the blanket Sasha had been on was lying at her side of the bed softening the fall a little. But it might not have been my brightest idea, as there was a series of gagged complaints coming from where she was lying on the floor. I looked at Wynonna, who was looking at me with large eyes and a concerned look on her face.

“Okay, okay, I am sorry.” I said to nobody particular and moved to the side of the bed Elsa had been lying.

I looked over the edge of the bed. Elsa had fallen onto her other side. She did not look hurt, but she was still complaining in her gag and fighting her bonds.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” I said, not helping my case.

She tried to look up at me, but since she was facing away from the bed, she could not move her neck that far. Whatever she was saying, the gag distorted enough to make it incomprehensible, but I figured I was getting cursed at in Swedish.

“Sorry.” I said to her, before I moved back to the middle of the bed, leaving Elsa helpless on the floor.

“Maybe I should untie you before I release Elsa, so you can rescue me.” I said to Wynonna, jokingly, but her expression showed that it was not the right time to make jokes.

I untied her wrists and ankles, before she removed the gag.

“Sometimes you are an idiot.” She said, before moving to Elsa and starting to release her.

Not knowing what to do, I got up and watched Wynonna release Elsa. After the ropes were released, Wynonna worked on the straps for the gag. When Elsa was free, she walked up to me and grabbed me by my cock and balls.

“Var försiktig med hur långt du trycker på mig, du kanske inte gillar vad jag kan göra.”

She gave a little pull, let go and turned around and disappeared into the bathroom. If I had not sobered up before, I was now. I knew I had pushed the limits.

“Sorry.” Was all I said.

Wynonna disappeared to the upstairs area and soon I could hear water running in both washrooms. I figured I better gave them some space and started to clean up the room, at least the ropes and gags, so that room service could do their job a little later. It took a while before Elsa came out of the bathroom, still naked and with rope marks on her arms and legs.

“I am sorry.” I said, looking at the beautiful Swedish woman.

“Forget about it. I am hungry, can we go for breakfast?” She walked over to the closet and picked out some clothes.

After we both dresses, she came up to me and stood in front of me, no finger on my chest this time.

“Remember, I am not some bondage doll you can just push to the side, or off the bed, when you like. You have to work on this relationship if you want it.”

She kissed me on the mouth, wrapping her arms around me.

“Did I hear breakfast?” Wynonna said, coming down the stairs, interrupting the kiss.

“It will be lunch I suspect, but yes, let’s go.” I replied after Elsa let go of me.

I opened the door for my two lovely ladies.

“Let’s eat.”

[TayDay95]

Yeah if I pushed my missus off the bed while she was bound and gagged, she'd bloody well murder me

Another great chapter slacky! Loving the bondage and the constantly developing relationships, keep it up!

[GreyLord]

Jack has returned to full asshole mode. I have to wonder why Elsa doesn't just find another partner. That can't be a difficult thing for her to do. After all, I certainly volunteer for the position.

As always, [mention]slackywacky[/mention], well done indeed.

[tickletied84]

Sounds like Elsa will be trying to keep Jack in line - although he's only himself to blame if the women go find a different man!

Excellent update [mention]slackywacky[/mention]

[Beaumains]

A very interesting chapter between Jack and Elsa. Elsa loves to be a bondage doll but wants to survive as well. Maybe Jack deserves it to have his limits pushed as well and be placed in a quite uncomfortable situation. Not necessarily bondage, but Elsa can quite easily come up with something. His luck has to run out soon. Well written as always!

[slackywacky]

Maybe Jack deserves it to have his limits pushed as well and be placed in a quite uncomfortable situation. Not necessarily bondage, but Elsa can quite easily come up with something.

You have done it again. You gave me an idea. The first slivers of what I am working on will show in the next chapter, it will take a little more before it will come to full glory.

Dank je wel!

Next chapter below, enjoy!

[slackywacky]

Chapter 57

It was 7 PM when the taxicab dropped us off at the corner of North 7th Street and East Fremont Street. In contrast to last night, both Elsa and Wynonna were dressed more casually than the night before. Not that they didn’t want to dress up, but Wynonna had told Elsa that the Fremont experience was better experienced in casual clothes. To me it was still funny that getting dressed in ‘casual’ clothes should take 2 hours, as that was roughly the time both women had needed to get ready.

“We’ll get some food at the Container Park, before we head over to the main street.” Wynonna told Elsa.

They had grown closer, maybe spending a few hours tied up together does that, and I did not mind. It was good to see Wynonna enjoy herself, instead of being miserable at home because she got dumped.

“Sounds good to me.” Elsa replied.

She looped her arm in Wynonna’s and together they walked to the Container Park, leaving me behind. I watched in amazement as how these two women behaved. Both were similarly dressed, black tights with a colorful pattern on them and light-colored blouses. Wynonna had a black leather belt around her waist, and both were wearing 3-inch heels. Elsa’s were silver, matching her blouse, while Wynonna’s were deep red.

“Are you coming?” Elsa grinned, looking back at me.

I could tell Wynonna knew where she was going, as she made her way through the crowd and headed strait for JoJo’s Jerky. The Container Park is an open-air shopping center filled with boutique retail shops, unique restaurants, and live entertainment for the whole family. All buildings are containers that have been upgraded with large windows, turning them into shops and restaurants. There were open areas for concerts and shows and at various locations there was entertainment going on.

“You should try this.” Wynonna told Elsa when they stopped at JoJo’s.

I had heard of the award-winning beef jerky but had never tasted it. Looking at the many flavors, it would be hard to pick just one, there were so many flavors I liked. It looked like Elsa had the same issue.

“Too much choice.” She grinned.

“Okay, let me pick some of my favorites.” Wynonna said, ordering a few different ones.

“This place is fun.” Elsa said, looking at the entertainment going on.

“Las Vegas is a party town and not just at the big casinos.” I agreed.

We walked around for a little while, enjoying the jerky. Slowly we made our way towards the exit.

“Without you two, I would never have seen this.” Elsa said. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, girl.” Wynonna stated, giving Elsa a hug and a kiss.

The kiss, mouth on mouth, lasted a little longer than I had expected. When Wynonna let go, she looked at me and smiled.

“What? You were the one who brought us together. Maybe you should not have tied us on the bed.”

The statement made Elsa grin.

“Ah, feeling left out?” She said, walking up to me and giving me a peck on the cheek.

I wondered why Wynonna got a full kiss and I just got a peck. Was Elsa starting to like women more than men? It was not the first time she mentioned in the last weeks that the events from the trip had made her aware of feelings for women. I shrugged the thought off and followed the girls who were heading along Fremont Street East towards the Fremont Experience.

“Are we going for the zipline?” Wynonna asked when we entered the Experience at Las Vegas Boulevard North.

“Oh, that sounds like fun. Is it long?”

The women stopped, turned around and looked at me.

“Come on, you’re the walking encyclopedia.” Elsa grinned.

“All I know is that it is not cheap.” I stuttered.

“Let’s go and see.” Elsa said, turning around with Wynonna and heading for the ticket counter.

It was not busy at the ticket counter, a large group that was scheduled to go on the zipline had not shown up and that allowed us to get a timeslot for almost immediately. With our tickets in hand, we took the elevator to the departure level, a whopping 114 feet up, the higher of the two zip lines at Slotzilla.

“Now you know why I said dress sensible.” Wynonna told Elsa while we were strapped into the harness that would bring us to the other end of the Fremont Experience.

The Zoom line means you go ‘hero style’, which translates to flat on your tummy, down the zip line for the length of 1750 feet. We stuffed our loose stuff in the provided bags, and it did not take long before we were flying over the people below us. For the first bit you also had the other zip line below us, seeing other people going down it, as the lower line is shorter. The whole thrilling ride was just over a minute, but it was well worth the money.

“That was fun.” Elsa said when we headed down from the landing platform.

We were now at the Golden Gate casino, which was the casino that Alana was working for. As I never met her, I had no idea where to look for her. I knew she was doing an escape act, but I had no idea where that would take place.

“Let’s get a drink.” Elsa said when we walked onto the main area of the Fremont Street.

This part of Fremont was covered and while a band played on the stage across from the Golden Gate Casino, a light show played across the ceiling. The long bar was almost full, but we managed to get our order in and not much later we had our wine and beer.

“Cheers.” Wynonna said, before sipping from her wine.

“Did you notice the Nascar cars on the side street?” Elsa asked me.

I had not seen them, but her remark made me get my phone out and check the Nascar schedule.

“Oh, I had not looked at the schedule, but the Las Vegas race is this weekend.” I said to Elsa. “Maybe I should get tickets.”

“I have to work the weekend, so not for me.” Wynonna said. “Plus, I don’t really like Nascar races.”

The statement made me grin. When we were together, she would spend most Nascar races tied up in the bedroom, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, which could mean she would be tied for 4 or 5 hours. I once kept her tied up, spreadeagled on the bed, for just over 8 hours as there had been a rain delay at the race. She had not been happy after that event, even when I played with her during the rain delay.

“Let’s discuss later.” Elsa said in reply.

“Dinner?” I asked.

We had a great dinner at the Golden Gate Casino. Prices were a little high, but when I wanted to suggest we go somewhere else, Elsa stated that she would pay for it, since she had won some money playing the slots machines in the past few weeks. We had played a few machines yesterday while on the strip but after the initial wins we had no further luck. Elsa still had some of her winnings left from earlier wins. After dinner we ended up back at the bar across from the stage.

“You know where we can find Alana?” Elsa asked the bartender.

It was not a common name, so she figured there would be not that many around and she was right. Instead of answering the question, he just pointed to the area above the stage across from the bar.

“Oh, I think we found her.” Elsa said to me, pointing at the same item as the bartender had.

Above, and slightly to the left side of the stage, hung a person upside down. She was hanging about 25 feet in the air, her feet connected with leather suspension cuffs to a steel cable that disappeared into the roof construction. It was hard to tell if this was Alana. I had seen photos of Alana from Denise, but the woman, it was clearly a woman hanging from the ceiling, was hooded. Chains were wrapped around her body, her arms held behind her back in handcuffs at her wrists. There were several padlocks added to the long chain that wrapped her upper body at least 20 times. Alana was busy trying to escape, working on the handcuffs around her wrists.

“They must have done this while we were having dinner.” Wynonna said. “And those chains look pretty tight.”

The chains were indeed tightly wrapped around Alana, including between her legs and over her shoulders. A cheer erupted when she got one handcuff free. Obviously, she had stashed a hairpin or similar item within reach of her fingers, otherwise she would not have been able to open the cuffs if they were regular ones. The band on the stage played their songs while Alana slowly worked on the locks that were keeping her prisoner. Most people standing around were watching Alana.

“She is pretty good.” I said, seeing how Alana slowly worked on the locks, freeing herself, without being able to see, as the hood covering her head was blocking her sight.

After unlocking a lock, you could see her feel around for the next padlock. I walked closer to where Alana was hanging and noticed the area underneath where she was hanging was closed off and empty, obviously to allow her to drop the locks and chains onto the floor. Elsa and Wynonna had followed me, walking with their arms linked again. Standing closer by gave me a better view of the young women in the air. She was dressed in a glitter one piece swimsuit like they had in the 70’s, although this one was definitely cut sexier than the 70’s had. With the chains around her torso, her breasts were partly accentuated and partly crushed.

“Not sure she will be able to get to that one on her back near her shoulder.” Wynonna said.

It turned out that she did not need to get at it, as the chain suddenly came off when Alana shook her body, having released enough locks to allow slack in the chain. The cuffs and chain, which were connected, fell to the floor and Alana pulled the hood of her head, releasing a bundle of blond hair, while waving and smiling at the public. Everybody clapped, including us.

“That was pretty good.” Elsa said. “Perfect for somebody who loves bondage and wants to have a crowd watch her.”

While we waited and chatted, Alana was lowered. There were a few people who wanted her autograph before we could get to her.

“Alana?”

“Yes?” The young woman looked very pretty, although the blond hair was obvious colored, as her mother had auburn hair.

“Your mother says hello.”

“You must be Jack and Elsa.” Alana grinned, shaking hands.

Her eyes had an intense quality, similar as to her mother and up close it was easy to see she was related to Mike and Denise.

“This is Wynonna.” I introduced my ex to her.

“Welcome to Vegas. Come along, I have to clear out, as they need this area for the next show.”

An assistant handed her a heavy bag with chains and locks, and she headed towards the rear of the hotel.

“They are with me.” Alana told the security guard.

After we got badges, we were allowed to enter, and we ended up in a small room that acted as Alana’s dressing room. The four of us barely fit.

“Great show.” I said to the escape artist who was drinking some chocolate milk.

“Yeah, not bad this time. At least they made it a little challenging.” Alana replied after finishing her drink.

“Your mother gave us a few things for you, but I did not bring them yet.”

“No worries, I am not going anywhere. I’ll be here every evening. Oh, and I will be at the Nascar races this weekend too, doing a show in behind the grandstand in the fan zone. You coming to the races?”

“We were thinking about it.” Elsa said.

“I can get you some good seats, since the casino is a sponsor.”

“That would be great.” I replied, looking forward to another race.

“How did you unlock the cuffs?” Wynonna asked.

“Oh, trade secret, I can’t tell you that.” Alana grinned.

“Sorry.”

“I was kidding. This costume has a little pocket that I can reach with my cuffed hands. I keep my tools in there. They don’t search me before they chain me up, at least not often, and even if they do, it is hard to find, as it is on a seam.”

“Still looks difficult.” Elsa added.

“Oh, it is. Occasionally I do not escape and then they leave me hanging for a while, incentive they call it to do better next time.”

“And I assume the hood makes it more difficult?” Elsa asked.

“Not really, at least not when you get used to it. You want to try? I am done for today.” Alana held up the handcuffs with the chain attached from the bag.

Elsa hesitated, but both Wynonna and I were pushing for her to do it. In the end she gave up and agreed.

“Hands behind your back.”

Elsa turned her back to Alana who cuffed the hands from Elsa behind her back. The cuffs had a short chain, 3 links, and they looked like the real thing.

“Yes, these are real cuffs, no trickery is involved in my escapes, other than hiding my tools.” Alana said as she noticed us looking.

She wrapped the chain around Elsa, much the same way as it had been when Alana was upside down. Several of the locks, she did not use them all, were applied, making Elsa look helpless.

“You really escape from this?” The Swedish blond asked.

“Yes, I do, regularly.” Alana grinned.

She grabbed the hood and pulled it over Elsa’s head, covering the blond manes.

“You can breathe through this stuff with ease, but it does block the light, so you can’t see what you are doing. One last thing… here is what you need to escape.”

Alana handed Elsa a metal piece, a lock pick.

“Go, escape, while I take a shower.”

Instead of wildly fighting the cuffs and chain, Elsa worked on the cuffs, but having the tool alone was not enough, you needed to know what to do with it, otherwise it was useless. And when Elsa accidently dropped the small metal tool, we all knew she would not escape from her bonds.

[GreyLord]

Finally we get to meet Alana. That and having Elsa chained up is almost too much to hope for. (Sorry, I know we shouldn't use prepositions to end a sentence up with.) Back to Elsa, are she and Wynonna starting to work Jack? I hope so.

[slackywacky]

Sorry, I know we shouldn't use prepositions to end a sentence up with.

If you end a sentence with a preposition, is that a postpositions?

Using difficult words to confuse me, are you? It worked.

[FlyingDoctor]

Hi. Finally caught up with this story, sure took a while to read it all. And wow, what a story, definitely one of the best I've read of the longer variety. Lovely characters and awesome bondage, hoping we will see a lot of new chapters!

[Beaumains]

Great update, as awlays, and I have little more to add. I am not entirely sure what your point of this chapter is, just to finish up the Vegas story line, or is this casino another set-up for a new crazy bondage set-up for Elsa? She has little escape experience, but I think the audience will appreciate her being bound either way.

[slackywacky]

I am not entirely sure what your point of this chapter is, just to finish up the Vegas story line, or is this casino another set-up for a new crazy bondage set-up for Elsa? She has little escape experience

The chapter was the introduction of Alana, and show a bit of Las Vegas, as the Container Park is really great. I never did the zipline, it was too busy when I was in Vegas and I found it expensive. Plus the one at Niagara Falls (Canadian side) is much more fun (and cheaper. I am Dutch after all).

I bet everybody would love to see Elsa in bondage, I think that is the whole purpose of the story

She will (most likely, but I can always change my mind) not appear in the show at the casino. But there will be enough bondage while Alana, Sasha, Dominique and Wynonna are around. We're not leaving Vegas yet (other than to go back to Searchlight).

[nayte4767]

Lovely update, I look forward the shenanigans that I assume will follow with yet another girl added to the mix

[GreyLord]

I bet everybody would love to see Elsa in bondage, I think that is the whole purpose of the story

[mention]slackywacky[/mention], you can take that bet to the bank.

[wolfman]

Really excellent update again. I like Alana and think she will be a lot of fun. Maybe when Jack and Else do move on she can keep wynona company.

I have said it before, but I love the lightness of this tale. Thank you for posting

[Caesar73]

Really excellent update again. I like Alana and think she will be a lot of fun. Maybe when Jack and Else do move on she can keep wynona company.

I have said it before, but I love the lightness of this tale. Thank you for posting

I agree! Alana will be fun

[slackywacky]

Thank you all for your kind comments, it is always a pleasure to read them. This next chapter is connecting the dots... (yeah those), and what it is lacking this time, you probably will get enough of in the next one.

[slackywacky]

Chapter 58

“Why did you become an escape artist?” Elsa asked Alana.

Alana had changed her costume for a more regular cut-off pair of jeans and a dark blue tank top with white sneakers. It showed her curves well. When we left the dressing room at the hotel, I got some interesting looks, walking around the Fremont Street with 3 beauties, even when they were casually dressed drew attention. Alana walked next to me, while Wynonna and Elsa were slightly behind us. To my surprise they were holding hands now. It made me wonder what was going on with them.

“I don’t really call myself an escape artist, that is the branding from the casino. Bondage Junkie did not really fit the bill. As a kid I found my mom tied up and since my mother and father play bondage games very frequently, I was drawn to it. My parent did not allow me to play until I was 14, but in secret I already practiced by tying myself up in my bed or have friends from school helping me. There were many nights I slept tied up. And I was getting good at escaping, my parents helped me whenever I asked them by tying me up and letting me escape, sometimes that could take a few hours.”

“Wow, you really love being tied up.”

“Actually no, I hate being tied up, and I think that is what makes me good at escaping. I don’t want to be tied up, I want out and that is what makes me tick.” Alana grinned.

We stopped at the bar of the Golden Gate casino first and ordered some drinks. A few of the crew said hello to Alana and I noticed we got good service because of her. I was sitting at the bar on the right, with Alana next to me and Elsa on her other side. Wynonna sat on the left. Since the ratio in our group was 1:3, one guy and three women, several people thought it should probably be 1:1 and they tried to chat up Elsa and Wynonna as they were sitting furthest away from me. When two guys came on to them, they got a cold stare from Wynonna. Elsa grinned, they were quite good looking and not the usual idiots who thought they looked good but were not in reality, but Elsa turned to Wynonna, wrapped her arms around her and gave her an intense kiss. The women playing with each others’ tongues and rubbing their bodies together, giving the men a bit of a show. Something stirred down below, while I looked at them. The men retreated and finally they two women finished their kiss.

“Steamy.” Alana grinned.

Elsa turned around.

“Want some too?” Without waiting for a reply, she planted her lips on Alana’s.

For a very short moment the young woman acted as is she was surprised, before she reacted and returned the favor. As with Wynonna, Elsa went all the way and it seemed that Alana was not shy about kissing her back or using her body. Almost involuntarily Elsa placed her left hand on Alana’s breast, while her right hand wrapped around Alana’s shoulders. A few people around us noticed and stared. When Elsa let go, Alana looked at some of the people around her.

“What? Never seen two people kiss?” She said, grinning, which made people turn and walk away.

Elsa had not let go of Alana yet, her one hand still resting on her breasts, the other around her shoulder.

“Hmmm, you’re a good kisser.” She smiled.

“Thanks. You better let go before I lose my job.” Alana grinned. “People know me here.”

Before letting go, Elsa squeezed Alana’s breast.

“Nice pair.” She grinned.

“Thanks. All naturel.” Alana replied, laughing, and sticking her breasts out.

I was not sure what was happening. All evening long, Elsa had been linking arms with Wynonna, holding hands at times, and now the kissing. For a guy who had difficulty reading women, I was not sure what to make of this.

“Was I losing her to my ex?” I thought.

It was not the first time we had talked about Elsa liking other women, it was just that she never had gravitated towards them in this manner. She had been kissing other women, that was nothing new for her and I did not really mind that she did, it was kind of hot, but maybe there was a bit of jealousy involved here from my side too, seeing her kiss these women and not me.

“Next bar!” Elsa said, getting up from her chair.

We finished our drinks, you paid when you ordered, so we could leave whenever we wanted, and started to walk over to the next hotel, in this case Binion’s.

“Oh, oh, hold on, I need one.” Elsa stated.

I had no idea what she was on about, until she walked over to the little store that sold t-shirts, located right in front of the Pioneer store. They all had some text on it and Elsa picked a sleeveless one that said, “I flexed, and the sleeves fell off.” It was a black shirt; she paid for it and came back to where we were standing, holding the shirt in her hand.

“Okay, let’s go.” She grinned.

We walked over to the Whiskey Licker Bar and got us some shots. It ended up being much the same as at the Golden Gate, men trying to hook up with Elsa and the others, ignoring the fact that I was already with them. Elsa disappeared into the washroom for a moment and came back out not much later wearing the sleeveless shirt she had just bought. As if we needed more attention. After the shots, we walked past the main entrance on Fremont Street for Binion’s. A couple of scantily dressed girls were trying to entice us to come in and try our luck at the tables, but we just wanted to experience Old Vegas and walked on. We passed the Golden Nugget and 4 Queens, stopping at the D-Bar for some more drinks. We were not particularly quiet, giggling, laughing, and chatting, drawing attention from people around us, but we really did not care, the booze was doing its job.

“Hey, we been here before. Hello, hi.” Elsa was waving at the people riding the zipline.

We had made it back to where we went on the zip line earlier in the evening. Alana dragged us to Mickie Finnz for some more drinks. I also ordered the sea food platter, as we had been drinking a lot, but not really eating much, which is not ideal. There were several people in the bar looking at us, while we were having fun and being a little loud. The plate of food was actually pretty good. We were having more drinks and more fun, at least we were until the manager showed up and asked us to leave, which we argued about with him in loud voices. But eventually we did.

“What now?” Elsa asked.

She was obviously tipsy. Wynonna had been keeping up with Elsa and she was pretty much in the same state, but I knew when she got drunk, she turned to be quieter. Only Alana had been taking it easy, not emptying her glasses. I could feel the alcohol, I had a definite buzz, but I was not drunk, at least not yet.

‘Maybe you guys should head to the hotel.” Alana stated, seeing how Elsa and Wynonna were.

“But I want to party.” Elsa said, standing around, dancing to the music.

The shirt she bought got some laughs and it made Elsa push her breasts out every time she got commented on it. She was behaving out of character, and I was not sure it was all due to the booze.

“Sorry, already lost my sleeves.” She grinned when two men asked her about it.

We walked the last bit to Las Vegas Boulevard to see if we could get a taxi. It being after midnight, taxies were everywhere, so we got one who brought us back to the hotel. To my surprise, Alana got in the cab too. Elsa and Wynonna and I got in the backseat; Alana got in the front.

“Got nothing waiting at home.” She grinned. “I figured you could use the help. If I am at work by 6 tomorrow, I am good.”

“I was just going to tie them up and let them get sober.” I grinned.

“Maybe, but no gags, just in case they have to puke.” She said, looking at the two women who were leaning against each other in the backseat.

The trip to the hotel took only 10 minutes, we were not that far away, and by the time we got to the hotel Elsa had settled down a bit. Wynonna was almost asleep.

“Come on ladies.” I said after paying the driver.

At least nobody puked, so I did not have to pay the cleaning bill.

“Pool. I want to go swimming.” Elsa said when we were almost at our room.

She kicked off her shoes and turned around, heading for the stairs. The pool was supposed to be closed, but that did not seem to stop Elsa. Alana looked at me, before following her. Wynonna just stood waiting next to the door, I think she had enough and that seemed true, as after I opened the door, she just walked up the stairs to her bed.

“Good night.” I said to my ex.

It was funny, when we were together, at times we would stay out all night long and party. She would get quieter after more drinks, but she would keep going and now Wynonna had been the one heading for bed first. Similar like yesterday, although yesterday she did play, or maybe did not get much of a chance, as Dominique had tied her up.

“Going to look where Elsa went.” I said to Wynonna, but I did not expect a reply.

It seemed that even though the pool officially closed at 11, it was still busy. I think the hotel management had given up in trying to close it and I could not blame either the management or the guests. The temperature was still a balmy 90 degrees and the little bit of a breeze that I could feel was still warm.

“Yoh, party pooper.” Elsa called out from in the pool.

It was obvious that she had not changed before going in the pool, it did not take very long before her shirt disappeared all together, and she was not wearing a bra. There were some more topless people around, I recognized Sasha. It looked like a bunch of the people participating in the fitness event across the road where in the pool.

“Look who is here.” Dominique said to me after walking around the pool.

Based on the wet hair and clothes, she had been in the pool recently.

“Who is the cute one you brought along?” She asked, pointing at Alana, who was standing a little to the side, looking at what was going on.

I just surveyed the scene. Somebody had brought a boombox and music was playing, and a few people were dancing. It looked like a party was going on. And it seemed that nobody adhered to the sign that said, ‘No alcohol on the pool deck’, as I saw more drinks around the pool than in the hotel bar.

“Alana is the daughter from somebody we met on our trip.”

“Oh, does that mean you are not going to screw her? I can tie Elsa up if you want.”

The direct question kind of surprised me. It was obvious Elsa had told them about Lucky and Mandy.

“Euh…”

I did not know what to say. Luckily our attention got diverted as a brunette, dressed in some sort of fitness costume, but it could have been a swimsuit, came up to me. She was taller than me and it was not hard to guess her tits were surgically enhanced, I could almost see the silicone.

“Hello big boy. What brings you here?”

“Buzz off, Mel, he is with the blond one.” Dominique said.

Mel looked disappointed but turned around and walked away, her ass swaying.

“Having a party?” I asked Dominique.

“Oh, I did not start this. At least not this time.” She grinned. “It was warm, and we went for a swim and before we knew it, more people showed up. Maybe it had something to do with something I said in the dressing room after the events today, I don’t know.”

She looked all innocent but could hardly contain her laugh. Alana came closer to where we stood.

“I did inform the manager. Did you bring any ropes?” Dominique asked, suddenly changing the topic.

“Huh, what?” I replied, surprised.

“Sasha told some others about last night; they are kind of waiting for a show.”

“What did you tell them?” I asked her.

She grinned.

“Not much, just that you tie people up and they have a good time while tied up.”

“Great, now I am the designated bondage freak.” I thought.

“Maybe I can help? I am, after all, an escape artist.” Alana said.

Dominique looked surprised at Alana, and I explained what she did to Dominique.

“I have seen you. You perform at the Golden Gate, don’t you? You did the milk can escape trick.”

Alana nodded.

“One of the more dangerous and difficult escapes I do.”

“Welcome, I am Dominique. We’re part of the fitness event at the Westgate.”

“I heard about it, was going to go, but have not found the time yet.”

“So, let me get this straight, we can tie you up and you will escape?” Dominique said, looking at Alana.

“No. You can tie me up and I will try to escape. Slight difference, as I do not always escape.”

“She actually hates getting tied up.” I added my 2 cents into the conversation.

“Sounds like a plan!” Dominique said. “Let’s do it.”

[GreyLord]

[mention]slackywacky[/mention], you are punching all of my buttons here.

“So, let me get this straight, we can tie you up and you will escape?” Dominique said, looking at Alana.

“No. You can tie me up and I will try to escape. Slight difference, as I do not always escape.”

“She actually hates getting tied up.” I added my 2 cents into the conversation.

“Sounds like a plan!” Dominique said. “Let’s do it.”

The sex appeal of this is almost more that I can stand. Do keep it up.