Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[The G-Man]

My health has held me back a little (I am not a spring chicken anymore compared to most, not all ) 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.

I know the feeling, especially the constantly tired bit. I'm not a spring chicken either, especially compared to others whom likely frequent this site. Still, a fun chapter to read and greatly appreciated. Was hoping Elsa could get loose, but having ropes about one's elbows does make things problemmatic.

[Beaumains]

My health has held me back a little (I am not a spring chicken anymore compared to most, not all ) 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.

Take care! Your stories are among the best on the board, both creatively and in writing, and your retirement would be an enormous loss.

[GreyLord]

Take care! Your stories are among the best on the board, both creatively and in writing, and your retirement would be an enormous loss.

Hear, hear, [mention]Beaumains[/mention]. Well said, indeed.

[slackywacky]

Thank you all for asking how I am doing. Feeling better is the magic word.

Below is the new chapter, we're still in a crossover with Bondage Model by Choice, but I suggest to read both sides, as there are differences this time around. Have fun reading...

[slackywacky]

Chapter 66

“That was fun.” Linda stated as we left the Las Vegas Motor Speedway VIP lounge.

It was 5 PM, the race had finished not too long ago. A big crash had caused the race to be red flagged while they cleaned up and that had taken some time. Luckily nobody got hurt, although 5 drivers would need a new car for next week’s race.

“I hope the race tomorrow will be as exciting.” I said, holding the door open for the others to get through.

Coming from the airconditioned VIP lounge into the Nevada heat made us aware that it was hot outside. Within minutes we were all sweating.

“Did you see Alana leave?” I asked Robert.

“Nope. But I think she mentioned she had to leave in time for her show at the Fremont Street Experience.”

“Yes, she came by to say goodbye, but you guys were too engrossed in the race to notice.” Linda grinned.

“Okay.” I replied, feeling a little sad I had not seen her.

Elsa was holding hands with me while we walked towards the parking, it was too warm to be too close to another body for now, so we did not link arms, but holding hands was not too bad. It made me feel good.

“Our car is over here.” Robert said when we reached the parking where he had parked the Jeep.

The parking for us was further away, we still had to walk a bit as we had not parked in the VIP parking, since we had not known there was one. And none of us had paid attention to the signs when we came in that morning.

“It was great meeting you.” I said to Robert and Linda.

We had been together in the VIP lounge for the whole race, Linda and Elsa chatting most of the time, while Robert and I had been more interested in the race. Elsa attracted a lot of attention with the clothes she was wearing, but Linda got her fair share too. Alana had stopped by a few times before she left. Drinks and food were free, all sponsored by the casino, and we had seen a few famous people walking around, but had not had the courage to connect with any of them.

“Got any plans for dinner?” Linda asked.

“No, not yet.” I replied, looking at Elsa who shook her head.

“Want to come to our hotel? We can have a dinner and chat some more? There is a great steakhouse at the hotel. It is business casual though.”

“That sounds like a great plan.” Elsa replied before I got a chance to say something. “What time?”

“It will take some time to get back to Vegas since traffic is busy. How about we meet in the hotel bar at 8 PM?” Robert added to the conversation.

“Okay, 8 it is.” Linda said. “I have your number Elsa, I’ll text you the location, although it is hard to miss. And don’t forget what we talked about.”

“Sure.” Elsa laughed, leaving both Robert and I wondering what the women had been talking about.

Linda waved at us and walked with Robert to their car. Elsa grabbed my hand again and we walked on to our car.

“They are a cute couple.” Elsa said.

I agreed, although normally I was not somebody who would say something like that, I thought it was more something a woman would say, but in this case I agreed. Linda was very good looking and had a great personality, while Robert was easy going, but he looked like somebody who you did not want to cross.

“Robert is very protective of Linda, but I would be too if you had been kidnapped.” I stated.

“Linda told me about the things that happened to her. I wish that to nobody. Being sold into slavery, never seeing your friends and family again… It would drive me crazy.”

“Says the woman who came to a strange country and let herself be tied up regularly.” I grinned.

It made Elsa smile and I could see she had to think about that one.

“Okay, I agree, I could have gotten into trouble as a hitchhiker. Just imagine I would meet somebody who ties me up and keeps me gagged for hours on end. That would have been bad, wouldn’t it?” Elsa said, laughing.

“At least you have a black belt, you could have knocked out whoever was doing that to you, plus once you had escaped and stole a car, he would never catch you. Not with your driving style.” I replied.

“I don’t know how to steal a car.” Elsa said, looking surprised.

“Maybe not, but you certainly know how to drive one.” I grinned.

“Nothing wrong with knowing how a car handles under different circumstances.” Elsa pouted, although I could tell it was a fake.

“Yes, your father was clever to give you the driving lessons.” I said, agreeing that more people should do that.

The trip back to the hotel was not bad. Instead of taking the interstate, I took the road that passed between the racetrack and the air force base, road 604, which brought us straight to downtown Vegas. We saw three fighters come in for a landing, which was impressive to see, until we could not see them anymore due to the high fence around the base.

“There will be a flyover tomorrow.” I said to Elsa, who was fiddling with the radio in the old Ford.

“Is there no good music around here?” She sighed.

I had no idea what ‘good’ music was in her opinion. Maybe I should tie this woman to a chair and give her a grilling, finding out all I need to know about her, as her looking for a radio station told me that there was a lot, I did not know about this wonderful creature yet.

“Found something to listen to?” I asked when she sat back, country playing on the radio.

She nodded. Traffic got busier as we approached downtown Vegas.

“What is with all the tents?” Elsa asked me.

People were camping along the road. Las Vegas tried to hide it downtown by removing homeless people from the area, but here in the outskirts they did not do that. It was not worth it, as tourist did not come here.

“Mostly homeless people.” I answered.

It was an issue that needed resolving, but personally I did not know how.

“You don’t see that like this in Sweden.” She added to the conversation.

“No homeless people in Sweden?” I asked her.

“There are, but not this many, or at least not that I am aware off.”

We reached the hotel, it was almost 7 PM, and I parked the car in the garage, and we went up to our room.

“Are you dressing up?” I asked Elsa.

“Duh.” She replied. “And you will too.”

While I left out a sigh, I looked at my clothes. There was not much in my wardrobe that would work as ‘business casual’, but Elsa picked out a decent pair of pants and a blouse and handed it to me.

“They might be grownups; you still have to dress them.” She sighed, heading to the washroom.

Seeing her naked walk to the bathroom stirred my manhood again, but I knew we had only a short time before we needed to be at the Nobu hotel.

“Come to scrub my back?” Elsa asked standing in the shower, seeing me stand in the door opening to the washroom.

“Oh, I could scrub a few places.” I thought. “Not just your back.”

Instead, I turned around and walked back, although it took some effort. After sorting out the rest of my clothes, I used the other, upstairs, washroom to shower, as I knew if I waited for Elsa, I would never be ready in time. But miracles happen and at 7:45 we were ready.

“You look very nice.” I said to Elsa, who was fixing her hair, again, in the mirror.

It was probably an understatement, as she looked hot, and I knew she would attract a lot of attention. The black matte Sequin Draped Mesh Dress fitted her like a glove, and it showed a lot of skin. I remembered it from the other time she wore it, which led to lots of men trying to connect with her.

“Shall we take a taxi?” I asked.

“If you want to drag your box with ropes and gags in public, feel free.” Elsa laughed.

I had completely forgotten we were taking the plastic box with us.

“Okay, the car it is. Luckily it is not far. Linda told you where to go?”

Elsa checked her phone.

“Yes, they even reserved a parking spot. You can leave the car at the valet.”

Taking everything that we needed, we headed to the car and a short time later we approached Caesars. I found the valet parking, got a few glances as to what type of old car I was driving. The guy driving the Jaguar behind me must have been irritated by Wynonna’s car, as the valet guy had issues getting it to start. I did not care, and I guided Elsa into the large building. Even now Elsa was attracting attention. It was as if all lights got focussed on her the moment she walked somewhere.

“I see Linda and Robert.” Elsa said to me.

They were sitting at a table in the quieter part of the bar. A few people were sitting at other tables around them. Most people looked at Elsa when she entered. Linda said something to Robert, who was sitting with his back to the entrance, and he turned around.

“Wow, I would include her in any of my stories at any time.” Somebody at the table next to Linda and Robert said just loud enough for me to hear, I ignored the comments that followed.

Elsa and I settled at the table where Linda and Robert had been waiting.

“You look hot.” Linda said to Elsa. “Nice dress.”

Elsa grinned, while she told the story of how she got the dress.

“When I arrived here, all I had was shorts and t-shirts. Thanks to some of the people I have met, my wardrobe is a little more extensive.” She grinned.

“This is as much as I can do.” I said, pointing at my clothes. “I am a truck driver; I do not have much of a wardrobe.”

“You look fine Jack.” Linda said.

The waitress came by, and we ordered drinks. We chatted about the day, us men talking about the race, while Linda told Elsa about the conversation that she had heard on the table next to them. Elsa looked over and the elder man of the two noticed her and nodded politely at her.

“I have an idea.” Linda said, sliding away from the table.

She walked over to the table next to us and sat down, after asking if she was not interrupting, at the table. I could not hear what the discussion was about, but I figured Linda, who had been sitting closet to the other table, must have overheard more of the conversation. It looked like a friendly discussion, so I just relaxed. Plus, Robert could deal with it, as Linda was his wife.

“What was that about?” Robert asked, as Linda came back a little while later to our own table.

“I heard them talk about how they would like to tie Elsa up and that they had other women they tie up. It turned out they are writers who write bondage stories for a website called Tie Up Games. They never met until now, there is a third guy they are waiting for. They have interesting handles, as they call them. The older gentleman is GreyLord, the younger one is called Caesar73. They are waiting for somebody who calls himself Slackywacky.”

“Funny name.” Elsa said.

“Their stories sound intriguing. One of them writes a Science Fiction story, while the other an adventure story and all of them have heroines that must endure being tied and gagged. There was even mentioning of a goat in one of the stories.”

“A goat?” Elsa laughed, which pulled all eyes in the bar towards her.

“It sounds great, I will have a look later to see if I can find the site.” I said to the others.

“They are bondage story writers? Just shows how small the world is.” Robert grinned after Linda was done. “Anybody for food? I am getting hungry.”

[GreyLord]

I am almost, but not quite, speechless, [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. It is an exquisite honor to be mentioned in a story by a great writer such as yourself. Especially in such a wonderfully written chapter. Did we actually see Jack control his urge of the moment? Is there hope for him yet? I do hope so.

[DIRK]

[mention]slackywacky[/mention] This is getting better and better.

[Beaumains]

Great as usual. First, you surprise us by merging two of your universes, but now you also tell us that we actually live in that universe. So, eh, where can I find Linda's website?

Also, it seems like you sneaked in a few references to other stories. Very well done. How meta will this story become?

[dogrednuht123]

[mention]slackywacky[/mention]

Amazing update. Glad to hear you are starting to feel better. You were missed my friend.

Great installment. Loved every minute of it. Especially the name dropping of the other authors on this website. I will have to check out their stories. Curious what story has the goat??? Goat as in the acronym of Greatest Of All Time or an actual goat. Ha.

[slackywacky]

Curious what story has the goat??? Goat as in the acronym of Greatest Of All Time or an actual goat. Ha.

Read http://www.tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=13456 and it will become clear.

Have a great Christmas y'all. Too busy to create updates, so it will be 2022 before something will show up.

[Caesar73]

Another example for the Art of [mention]slackywacky[/mention]. The plot, the development of Characters, the Charaters, the tone of Story are truly great. All in all this Saga is lighter in tone than Bondage Model by Choice. Both stories are among the best on this board - in my humble opinion of course

[slackywacky]

in my humble opinion of course

Your humble opinion, and that of the other regulars, are very much appreciated. They are the reason my stories are still going on.
I just updated 'All in the family' and will be working on BMBC and Hitchhiker next.

Thank you to all that comment!

[Caesar73]

in my humble opinion of course

Your humble opinion, and that of the other regulars, are very much appreciated. They are the reason my stories are still going on.
I just updated 'All in the family' and will be working on BMBC and Hitchhiker next.

Thank you to all that comment!

So good you are back [mention]slackywacky[/mention] - you were sorely missed!

[slackywacky]

Chapter 67

“Cheers.” I said, toasting with Robert.

We had a great dinner, good conversations, and lovely companions in the dining room of the hotel. The writers who Linda had been chatting with had left before we did. The suite Robert and Linda had booked was very luxurious and probably very expensive. Compared to my little trailer, this was something else.

“Wow.” Elsa stated when she walked into the room. “Pretty fancy.”

“It is our honeymoon.” Robert grinned.

The large screen TV showed the Nascar race we had been to during the day, nobody really paid attention. The bottle of wine and the bottle of whiskey that were on the table were way more important. I settled down next to Elsa on one of the couches, she snuggled up to me. Robert and Linda did a similar thing on the other couch.

“This is good stuff.” I said when I tasted the whiskey.

I am not a great connoisseur on whiskey, but this one was smooth and drank vey easily. We talked about everything and nothing and time flew by. After heading to the bathroom, I noticed the box that the hotel had brought up to Robert’s room.

“Why did you ask for the box?” I asked, pointing to the box with my bondage gear that was standing in the hallway of the room.

“Because I want to get tied up with Elsa.” Linda had said, standing up from the couch and stripping of her clothes.

I knew that Elsa would be surprised by how easily Linda stripped. She was still getting used to Americans being conscious about their bodies, something that in Sweden, and many other European countries, was not common. I stared at the naked woman who was standing in the middle of the room. Linda was a few years older than Elsa, but she was obvious in good shape. A nice lean body with firm breasts.

“Can you tie us together?” Linda had asked, ignoring my staring.

Without asking, Elsa got up and stripped, before walking over to where Linda stood. Robert smiled and looked over at me. We were both enjoying the view.

“Any particular way?” Robert asked, getting up and getting the box, looking through it to understand what was in there.

“I have an idea.” I said to the others.

I had noticed that there was a hook in the ceiling in the hallway of the suite.

“How about we tie you two, face to face, right underneath this hook here.”

Robert came over and inspected the hook, it seemed to be solid enough. I got some rope from the box and tied Elsa’s arms together behind her back, seven wraps around her wrists, nice and snug palm to palm, before cinching it. Another rope wrapped around her elbows, pulling them, as usual, together. I cupped her breasts from behind her, kissing her neck. Her hands were just at the right height to be able to touch my crotch and she squeezed my manhood through my pants.

“Having fun?” Elsa asked me.

Both Robert and Linda laughed, as they figured out what was going on. Linda was being tied the same way as Elsa. Ropes were wrapped around their upper bodies, running the ropes above and below the women’s firm breasts. I played some more with Elsa, while applying her bondage. Robert applied a waist rope but did not run a crotch rope between Linda’s legs.

“Later.” He just said when he saw me look.

I followed his tying, although I new that Elsa probably would not have mind having something to keep her busy, but if Robert had a plan, I did not mind going along. Next, we tied their legs at ankles and just above the knees. I used a little more rope than Robert did, I always like the look of rope, but both women were helpless.

“Here you go.” Robert said as he handed me a ballgag for Elsa.

The conversation turned very one sided now, Robert and I were chatting, while occasionally the women grunted. We helped them hop over to the hallway and positioned them below the hook. While I held on to both women, Robert wrapped ropes around both, pulling them close together. He left some space at their feet, but every other part of their bodies was being tied together. It was tight, especially at their breasts, and I could see that breathing might be a little more difficult. With a few ropes from the elbow harness to the hook, we made sure the girls could not fall.

“Wanna use this?” Robert asked as he picked up the leather hood we got from Denise.

“Nope, go ahead.” I replied.

With a regular blindfold I took Elsa’s sight away, leaving her in darkness. Robert pushed earplugs into Linda’s ears and pulled the hood over Linda’s head, tightening it. I just finished tidying up a knot on Elsa’s bonds when Robert’s phone rang.

“Hi Jim and Diana.” He said while looking at the display.

Robert had told me during the race who Jim and Diana were, but I had never met or seen them.

“Is Linda having fun?” A very nice sounding female voice asked.

“Probably.” Robert grinned and pointed the phone towards the two bound beauties in the suite.

“Oh, making friends I see.” The female voice said.

“Yes, this is Jack.” Robert said, while pointing the camera towards me.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” I said, looking at a gorgeous face of a very good-looking brunette with expressive brown eyes.

“Nice to meet you too, Jack. And who is the other lady?” Diana asked.

“This is Elsa. She is from Sweden.” Robert replied.

He ran the camera along Elsa. It was clear to Diana that both women were helpless. I could see that Linda had no idea that there was a call going on. The earplugs and helmet would reduce outside noises enough that she would be able to hear that a conversation was going on, but she would not be able to hear what was being said.

“They look helpless. I just wanted to check in how things were going. I suspect I might end up like Linda and Elsa soon, as Jim is putting some gear ready, so I won’t hold you guys up, have fun!”

“Thanks Diana, have fun too.” Robert said before ending the video call.

“Another drink?” I asked Robert.

Linda had asked, before Robert gagged her, that we left them alone for a short while. Elsa had already been gagged at that time and obviously had no say in the matter. So that’s what we did.

“Hmmmppppffffffff.” Linda screamed in her gag.

Both Robert and I jumped up, as it did not sound like a ‘I am alright’ cry.

“Hmmmppppffffffff.” She cried out again.

It was also obvious that she was in distress of some kind, as she was fighting her bonds.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but I need to calm her down.” Robert replied.

“Hmmmppppffffffff.”

Elsa started to react too. Linda’s movements fighting her bonds were upsetting Elsa, as she had no idea what was going on.

“Hmmmppppffffffff.”

Elsa cried out again, but surprisingly it seemed to have a small effect on Linda, she looked to be calming down a little. Robert placed his hand on Linda’s back to calm her.

“You okay, Linda?”

To me it looked like Linda was not there yet, maybe the hood and earplugs had dampened the sound of Robert enough that she had not heard him.

“Try again.” I suggested.

Robert took Linda’s face in his hands.

“Linda, are you okay?”

This time there was a reaction. I was not sure what Linda said, it could have been Robert’s name, but at least she reacted to his question.

“Linda, you were panicking. Hold on while we untie you.”

“Hmmpppfffff.” Linda mumbled in her gag.

It took some fumbling, but finally Robert removed the hood, and he could look at his bound wife.

“Hmmmppppffffffff.” Linda said, forgetting she was still gagged.

“Better?” Robert asked after he removed the ballgag from Linda’s mouth.

“Sorry, I thought I was kidnapped again. I panicked.” She replied.

“Yes, we noticed.” I spoke. “We’re sorry for this to happen to you.”

Linda looked at Elsa, who was still blindfolded and gag. I removed Elsa’s blindfold, so she could at least see what was going on.

“I was the one asking for this, so I am sorry I scared you.” She said to Elsa.

“Let’s untie you.” Robert said. “Jack, you hold on to them, while I remove the ropes from the hook.”

While I held on to the women, Robert untied the support ropes that had helped Linda and Elsa from falling over. With them released, Robert started on the ropes that held Linda and Elsa together. While I held them, Elsa and Linda just waited. The ballgag was still in Elsa’s mouth, but it did not seem to bother her.

“Okay, last bit. I’ll grab Linda, you grab Elsa.” Robert said as he untied the last of the loops keeping the women together.

“Thank you, guys, and I am sorry.” Linda said as Robert grabbed her.

“Why would you be sorry?” I asked, while I lifted Elsa up and carried her into the living room of the hotel suite.

Robert had brought Linda in and laid the still tightly tied woman on the couch.

“I really thought I was getting kidnapped again. It was so real, I even thought Alicia was tied with me, not Elsa. I hope I did not hurt you, Elsa.” Linda said.

I had placed Elsa on the other couch, but made no signs of untying her, or even removing the gag for that matter. On the other couch Robert was untying Linda.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa grunted.

“Are you really going to keep her tied and gagged?” Linda asked.

“You guys were only tied up for about 45 minutes. She can endure a little longer.” I said, nodding.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa gave an angry grunt.

It was clear she was not serious about being angry as she had to grin directly after the gagged grunt. The bondage was tight, but she had been tied like this before.

“Throw me that rope.” I said to Robert who had untied Linda’s arms.

Elsa, who had an idea what was about to happen, tried to crawl away from me, but bound as she was, it was a losing battle. Without much effort I pulled Elsa back and with the rope that Robert had given me, I placed Elsa in a tight hogtie, using the elbow ropes as anchor, arching her back, pulling her ankles up to her wrists.

“That is tight.” Linda said, seeing how tight I pulled the hogtie rope.

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa nodded.

The rope had been pulled tight indeed. This was one of the tightest hogties Elsa had been tied in. The fact that she was on the soft couch gave her a bit more comfort. Had she been on the floor, she would have been really arched.

“Thanks love.” Linda said, getting up from the couch now that she was completely free. “I am sorry for the trouble I caused.”

Both Robert and I stated again she should not worry. Things happen and we dealt with it.

“I feel sorry for Elsa.” Linda said, walking up to the helpless naked women on the couch.

Bending down, showing Robert her shapely ass, she kissed Elsa on the gag. Pushing the helpless woman on her side, Linda played with Elsa tits. Kneading the breasts and sucking on the hard nipples. With one hand she kept playing, while the other hand moved south, and Linda started to play with Elsa’s clit. Whether Linda was good, or Elsa was wanting, it did not take long before Elsa exploded into an orgasm. Her bound body bucked against the ropes, a gagged scream escaping her lips.

“Did I say you could come?” Linda asked the helpless woman.

Elsa was still breathing hard but shook her head.

“I think we should punish you for that.”

A glimmer of fear was visible in Elsa’s eyes, as Linda smiled at the Swedish woman. Without any resistance from Elsa, who knew it was no use to resist anyway, Linda pulled the leather hood over the young woman’s head. After pulling it all tight, Linda expertly locked Elsa into darkness. Satisfied that Elsa was now blind and mute, Linda smacked Elsa on her butt and sat down, grabbing her empty wine glass.

“Can I get a refill?”

[GreyLord]

Yes, please do give Linda a refill. She has earned it for the good deeds she performed for Elsa. Good, detailed exposition, [mention]slackywacky[/mention].

[Stbjkkhyh]

The rain poured down as I drove my Mack Anthem truck at 5 AM through the gates of the border checkpoint at the Blue Water Bridge between Sarnia, Ontario, Canada and Port Huron, MI, USA, getting back from a trip to Toronto. The rain was part of a large system covering most of Ontario and Michigan. The 4-hour drive and the border crossing had been uneventful, one of the reasons I love to drive at night, and I was looking forward to making some good time on Interstate 69, until I would hit Interstate 94 and finally my goal for today, Chicago. As a 34-year-old owner/driver, I needed the trips. And being single helped, as I didn’t have to worry about a wife, kids or dogs. I have a trailer in Nevada, close to Las Vegas, that I call home, but it had been 9 weeks since I been there, I preferred to be on the road. I do not make money when I am ‘at home’.

“Hmmm, what is this?” I said to myself.

The truck in front of me was stopped, blocking the entrance to the Interstate. I didn’t have to wait long before he pulled away and it became clear why he had stopped. At the entrance of the Interstate stood a young woman dressed in shorts and a cut-off t-shirt, her long blond hair in a ponytail and flipflops on her feet. Her hand raised in that universal signal of wanting a ride. Normally I am skeptic about taking hitchhikers along, but she looked miserable in the wet weather. A small backpack stood next to her and that seemed to be all her luggage. Now at least I knew why the truck in front of me had stopped. I stopped next to her, leaned over and opened the passenger door.

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

Close up she was looking even more miserable then from a distance.

“Anywhere but this place.” She replied, looking hopeful at me.

She was good looking, the wet t-shirt covered a full set of breasts but not much more under her breasts, the shorts showed a nice bum and her face, even if it was wet, looked pretty with bright blue eyes.

“Come on in. I am heading to Chicago.”

I figured that with the load of empty pallets I was carrying, robbery was not really something I had to think about. Yes, my Mack was only two-month-old and only had 15k on the clock but stealing trucks in the rain was probably not what she had in mind.

“Hi, I am Elsa. Thank you for taking me along.”

Her accent was unfamiliar, it sounded European. She must have seen me think, as she answered my unasked question.

“I am from Sweden.”

My dirty mind imagined her in Swedish movies that my dad used to watch. I shook my head and focused on the road, entering the Interstate.

“Jack.” I said.

“Hi Jack, nice to meet you.”

Her voice was soft. I told her that she could use the towel in the storage cabinet to dry herself a bit. I could only offer her a bottle of water, I had my coffee before crossing into the US, and the border crossing could be difficult, so I carried as little as possible that could upset the border agent. Today had been a good crossing, just a quick paper check and I was through, but I had experienced differently.

“Thank you.” She said, while moving to the area behind the seats.

My Mack Anthem 64T has the 70” sleeper cabin, which gave a nice amount of space and since I am on my own most of the time, it was plenty of space. The cabin was high enough to be able to stand straight up. Behind the passenger seat was a fridge, a flatscreen TV and a microwave. My cabin had the one bed option, which meant I had extra storage above my bed with 3 cabinets. A little window on either side of the bed that was large enough for me, allowed some airflow and I could see out if I wanted to when resting. Behind my seat was a storage cabinet for hanging my clothes, the controls for the climate system and a few drawers. A multimedia system was built into the space above the front windshield. Under the bed, you had to lift the bed up, was a large storage space, which in my case was filled with useless stuff that I still had to get rid of.

“Thank you.” Elsa said.

She had changed her t-shirt from the wet and short one to a more regular one. It was a little tight and you had to be blind not to notice that she was not wearing a bra. She sat down in the passenger seat again and buckled up. She had left the flipflops with her wet t-shirt on the floor of the sleeper cabin.

“We can throw those away.” She said, when she saw me look at it.

“Fine with me.”

“I hung the towel on the hook. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, no issues.”

“Oh, and I put your magazine back where I found it.”

I had to think about what magazine she meant, until I remembered that I had been reading one of the Bondage Life magazines I own and had put it with the towels last evening before I left Toronto.

“Sorry.” I said, not knowing what to tell her.

“You are not a perv, are you?” She asked, looking at me with a side glance, which made her face look pretty.

“No. Would you like me to stop and let you out?”

“No, I trust you. Have you ever tied somebody up?” She asked, surprising me with the direct question.

I had indeed tied up several of my high school friends when I was younger and occasionally I had met women who enjoyed being tied up during my trucking life, so I told her.

“What is it like?” She asked.

“You mean you never played cowboy and Indians when you were younger?” I asked her.

“No, I actually have never been tied.”

“How old are you?”

“22. Do you want to see my ID?”

I shook my head, I believed her.

“I have only been tied as a kid; I like to see woman in bondage, not men.”

‘Bondage?” She asked.

“That what they call it when you get tied up. Maybe you should read the magazine. It is old, I got them from my dad, you could say tying up people ran in the family, but it will give you some insight in what bondage is about.” I told her.

She nodded, turned in her seat and grabbed the bondage magazine from its hiding place. It was Bondage Life 9, which was released in 1981 and showed Dawn Chauvain on the cover. I showed her how to turn on the reading light and she settled in, while I navigated the Michigan morning traffic.

“Don’t hesitate to ask me anything if you have questions.” I said

We had passed Lansing and almost made it to Interstate 94, before she finished the magazine, placing it on the dash.

“I like this ‘love bondage’ thing they are talking about. It seems that the person tied is more in control than the person applying the ropes.” She said.

I was impressed by her deduction.

“Up to a degree, yes. But imagine you are tied up in a basement and you have been left alone. At that point in time you do not have much control over the situation.”

“I read the stories in the magazine, especially the one where she was tied up and left for hours. That one was exciting. Unable to get away, depending on somebody else for your release, unless you can escape. Have you done that?”

I did not answer immediately. The rain had finally stopped and even the sun was starting to come out from behind the clouds. There was a truck stop coming up and I figured we could get some breakfast.

“Breakfast?” I asked her.

“Yeah, and I might want to buy some new shirts and shoes.” She grinned.

I pulled into the truck stop and we walked over to the restaurant. It was busy; Interstate 94 is used by a lot of traffic from Canada, but there was enough space left and we settled in a booth along the window.

“Breakfast is on me.” I said. “Order what you want. I will not stop until we get to Chicago, so make it count.”

Her demeanor relaxed, as if she had decided something, and when the waitress came for the order, she ended up ordering the same as me, the truck drivers’ breakfast and coffee.

“I’ll go to the store while we wait, okay?”

“You don’t have to ask me for permission.” I replied.

She smiled, a smile I really started to like, and got out of the booth and walked away.

“More coffee, luv?” The waitress asked.

I nodded. I had looked at Elsa walking away, a sway in her hips, and I noticed other men, and even a few women, looked at her while she passed them. Her long barefoot legs seem to float over the floor. The coffee was a welcome distraction, as my manhood was starting to stir.

“Focus.” I told myself.

By the time the breakfast was delivered to the table, Elsa walked back into the dining area. She was no longer barefoot, having bought yellow crocs, and was carrying two plastic bags.

“Did you empty the store?” I asked when she sat down.

“No, but I’ll show you want I bought after we get back to the truck, assuming you don’t mind me tagging along a little longer?”

“No, no problem.”

There was that smile again. During breakfast she told me why she was hitchhiking, she wanted to make her trip as random as possible. She did not have a fixed destination, she just wanted to see America. I told her that could be dangerous, but she told me she had a black belt in karate and knew how to handle herself. I got a newfound respect for her.

“I don’t know yet where I will be going after Chicago, but you are welcome to tag along.” I told her.

She smiled again and I lost myself in her eyes.

“Euh…” I forgot what I was going to say.

We finished breakfast, she told me about how she got to Port Huron and I told her how I ended up being a truck driver. I settled the bill and after visiting the restrooms, we headed back to the truck. I had to fill up gas and while I filled the tanks, she was unpacking the stuff she bought.

“All done.” I said, climbing into the cab and settling in my chair.

“Look what I bought?” She said.

I turned around, looked at the bed. My eyes got wide. Several coils of rope and a role of duct tape were lying on the bed. It was not the greatest rope, but a truck stop is not a bondage store, but it was soft.

“Will you tie me up?” She asked, a big smile on her face.

“Euh… Okay.” I replied, remembering to breathe again.

I pulled the truck away from the gas pump, another truck was waiting behind me, and pulled over into the large parking, staying away a little from the other trucks.

“Are you sure?” I asked her.

“Yes, and I want it to be like Dawn in the magazine, tight. And don’t tell me when you will let me go, I want to feel like I have been kidnapped.”

I looked at her dumbfounded for a moment. This beautiful Swedish woman, who I had only met a few hours before, was asking me to tie her up. That was a first, but I did not let that stop me.

“Okay. Let’s do this.” I said, after turning off the truck.

She had moved onto the bed, sitting on it with folded legs, looking away from me, holding her hands together behind her back. I uncoiled the 30 feet long rope and cut a length of it. She had gotten ¼-inch rope, which worked well for restraining her. I wrapped her wrists 8 times, before cinching it and tying a knot.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

She experimented with how much she could move her wrists but found the ropes restricted movement decently.

“Interesting.” She told me.

It was an interesting answer, I thought. Not one I was expecting.

“Elbows?” I asked.

She just nodded. I figured that if she had done karate, she might be flexible, so I cut of another length of rope and wrapped it around her elbows, pulling them closer and closer. I was willing to stop when she would complain, but she never did, and the ropes pulled her elbows all the way together. This rope also got cinched and knotted. I noticed that she noticed that tying her elbows had forced her full breasts out even more. Her nipples were hard under the t-shirt. My dick was protesting because it was stuck and I had to stick my hands in my pants and move it, so it had more space. A good thing Elsa was looking the other way.

“Okay?” I asked.

She nodded, moving her arms, testing the feeling.

“I don’t think I would get out of the elbow rope without help.” She said.

“That’s the plan. But we’re not done yet.” I told her.

She grinned.

“Go do your worst, you evil kidnapper.” She said, laughing.

The next rope went several times around her waist and arms and was cinched between her arms and her back, removing the ability to move her arms. I had pulled the rope tight, almost like a corset, but she did not complain. The rope around her upper body was tight too, circling her body above and below her breasts, I even ran the rope around her shoulder, behind her neck and back to her other shoulder, before connecting the rope from her elbows to her neck, pulling everything tight. At this point she was helpless and relying on me to let her out.

“It feels weird.” She said. “As if I am being hugged.”

“Nothing hurts?” I asked.

“It feels fine. Helpless, but fine.” She replied, wriggling her upper body.

The ropes did not shift, as I knew they would not.

“Lie down.” I told her. “On your stomach.”

She moved around a little and ended up facing the passenger side of the truck. I cut another length of rope and crossed her ankles, which forced her knees out. I was waiting to see if I was getting a reaction, but she just accepted the position. Wrapping the rope around her ankles meant she could no longer close her legs. I was not sure if she was aware of it until I noticed her breathing had changed a little.

“Let me know when it is too tight.” I said, connecting the rope from her ankles to her elbows, pulling her ankles closer and closer to her hands.

She never said anything, and I tied the rope off when her hands were touching her feet. This was one flexible woman.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

She struggled a little, but it was difficult to move, I could tell.

“I feel helpless. Luckily, I can still scream for help.” She said.

I grinned and grabbed the duct tape. I tore of a strip of 8 inches and plastered it over her mouth. She hummed a little. I dropped the role of tape next to her and stuffed the rest of the rope, we had hardly used half of what she had bought, in one of the storage drawers I did not use.

“Okay?” I asked one more time.

“No.” She replied, the tape on her mouth not stopping her from talking.

I looked at her and smiled. She had worked the tape loose in a few minutes.

“I need a better gag if I want to feel really helpless.” She said.

I grinned.

“Yeah, this works in Hollywood, but not in real life.” I replied.

I grabbed one of my clean socks and rolled it up.

“Open up.” I said.

She had not seen what I had done, so the sock was a surprise to her, but she accepted it without complaining. Instead of using a single piece of tape to cover her mouth, I wrapped the tape around her head several times, covering her mouth from nose to chin.

“Now try to say something?” I told her.

“Hmmpppffff.”

She looked content that she could not talk.

“Still good?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes smiling. I looked at the pretty Swedish girl on my bed and almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming.

“I need to get driving again, otherwise I will miss my drop-off. You try to get a feeling for your situation. I will let you out sometime, but not anytime soon.” I told her.

I saw a glimmer of panic in her eyes, she probably realized what she had gotten herself into and that there was nothing she could do about it. I got back in the driver’s seat, started the engine, looked at Elsa once more, before heading out onto the Interstate again. Chicago, here we come!

Love love love this scenario!

[slackywacky]

Love love love this scenario!

I am glad you like it.

p.s. be careful with quoting, remove what you don't want to quote, quoting a whole chapter is a lot of wasted space

[slackywacky]

Yes, please do give Linda a refill. She has earned it for the good deeds she performed for Elsa. Good, detailed exposition, @slackywacky.

Elsa deserved a reward after what happened

I am experimenting with how to write two stories that have the same characters and story line (for the moment) without just copying the story. As I wrote Hitchhiker from Jacks perspective, it is different than the BMBC story where all characters can come to the forefront. Interesting exercise.

Now back to reading Stella's adventures... (had to start from scratch to get into the story again)

[The G-Man]

Happy to see a new chapter from you, this is one of my favourite stories, and its cool to see where Elsa and Jack go next. Also liked the idea of slipping the authors into the story; very Hitchcockian of you.

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[slackywacky]

Happy to see a new chapter from you, this is one of my favourite stories, and its cool to see where Elsa and Jack go next. Also liked the idea of slipping the authors into the story; very Hitchcockian of you.

I like breaking the rules of writing occasionally. I want to keep the story fresh and fun (although spending a few hours in bondage is not always fun, you can ask Linda). Thank you for reading my story.

[DIRK]

Welcome back... Good to see the other side what can happen when someone is tied.

[wolfman]

Welcome back, so good to see more from you. Thank you for posting this. The drama and tension in this and bmbc are so well handled

[slackywacky]

Welcome back... Good to see the other side what can happen when someone is tied.

Thank you. Yes, we mostly ignore the fact that things can go wrong, but it happens more often than we think.
Play safe out there.

[slackywacky]

Welcome back, so good to see more from you.

Thanks [mention]wolfman[/mention]. I have not restarted on your story yet, catching up takes time.

[Mr.Stranger]

Thank you for pointing this long story series. I can understand how much effort you have put in this story.